#i need to fix my sleep schedule i swear to god. i giggled a bit at thinking 'heh. krok plays with balls' ...happy for him. but moving on

[telesodalite]

Transformers really missed out on an opportunity to give Krok cleats as part of any of his designs...

[league-of-thots]

Quarantine Fun

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: sensory deprivation, ropes and bondage,

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This was part of another lovely server collab that i was so fucking excited to be a part of!! I FINALLY got to yoink my favourite boy hawks and was fucking pumped to write for him so I hope you all enjoy! The masterlist with the rest of the fucking LOVELY writers is right here: COLLAB LIST

It was day three of the quarantine when you finally reached the end of your tether, and as a loud crash came from the other room in your shared apartment, you heard a small tinkling of glass shattering. You feel your pulse beating through your temples in pent up anger and frustration.

         “Keigo Takami I swear to GOD! What did you do?!” You throw your phone down on the couch beside you as you angrily speed over to see what your boyfriend had done now in his boredom. You enter the other room and see him sheepishly grin up at you from the floor where he’d somehow managed to end up tied in an awkward position and had knocked into the table, sending a photograph off of it and thus the shattering you’d heard.

         “What the fuck?!” you exclaim, grabbing a broom and dustpan to clean away the dangerous glass pieces. “Why are you tied up? How did you even get in that position?” You knew you boyfriend was a man of many talents, but his best talent by far was the ability to get himself into stupidly strange and unnecessary situations.

         He just laughs at your questions and as you return with the broom and pan, he’s practically howling on the floor at your expressions. Well, as much as he can with his chest restricted by ropes and hands behind his back, legs at an awkward angle on the floor.

         “I’m glad you’re finding this funny.” You harrumph and ignore him, starting to sweep up the glass pieces that make more delicate sounds as you work.

         “Aw, babes, don’t be like that!” he gets out as his laughter starts to die down. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you; I’m just going stir crazy in here!”

         “I can see that,” you scowl a bit, the confines of your apartment, and the stress of the whole situation starting to really make you grouchy. Luckily, it was a rather small photo, so there wasn’t too much glass for you to clean up. Your boyfriend was now sitting where he’d fallen, trying to cheer you up while you worked, managing to wheedle a couple smiles and chuckles from you, as he always does.

         After you finish throwing out the shards, you go back towards him, and stand in front of him with your hands on your hips. He’s trying to get the ropes undone, but with the angle he was in, and how they’d tightened when he’d fallen in a heap, was making no progress. It was amusing to see, and he looked so cute with the pout on his face and the sharp ruffles of annoyance through his wings.

         “So, are you going to tell me what you were trying to accomplish with, ah- all of this?” you gesture towards his entire body, looped with rope and patterns. You have an idea of what he was doing, but still unsure as to why. To your surprise your usually unrufflable boyfriend flushes slightly under your attention and mumbles something out. You give him a pointed look so as to say ‘Speak up’ and he clears his throat.

         “Well, I was bored, and I know you’re stressed so I was thinking of fun ways that we could fix both of our issues, if you catch my drift.”

         “… So you did it on yourself?”

         “Just to practice! I hadn’t done sexy rope tying before, only y’know, actual hog tying of villains and stuff.”

         “If you refer to this as sexy rope tying ever again, I won’t have sex with you for a month Keigo.” He lets out a protested squawk at that, saying it wasn’t that bad.

         “I am stuck though, so ah- babes if you would help me out of these, I really would appreciate it.” He gave you a pleading look and you can’t help but laugh a little at him, rolling your eyes and going to untie him. He reaches up to give you a quick kiss when his hands are free, they’re quick pecks, but energetic as he starts kissing all around your face with your head in his hands. You can’t help but giggle as he distracts you from your mood and worries.

         “What exactly were you planning on doing with me though, Keigo? Your whole body is somehow almost all tied up.” You couldn’t even fathom how he’d managed it, maybe with his feathers? Were they that nimble? He stands up moving behind you to massage your shoulders gently.

         “Well I was reading up on things and saw something about how sensory deprivation in small doses can made people less stressed and anxious. I was thinking it might be an interesting idea to try out, especially because you’re on edge.”

         “You’re just horny because you have so much extra energy with the quarantine being in effect.” You say sharply, though you’re touched by your boyfriend’s idea. He was pretty great to you.

         “I’m not going to deny that either.” You can practically feel his smirk from behind you. “How can you blame me though when there’s such a hot woman in front of me 24/7 because of this quarantine?” he smacks your ass and you let out a shocked noise, not having expected it.

         You lightly swat his hands away, but he slouches on top of you, clinging to you and cooing into your ear.

         “The one good thing about this quarantine, is that at least we can finally spend some time together. Even if I drive you up the walls sometimes.” He hums, his fingers starting to tease the waistband of your shorts. “I wish it was less of a complete break, and more of a less busy work schedule, but beggars can’t be choosers.” His hands have gone down your sleep shorts now and started teasing your folds, never quite going where you want them too. He starts kissing your neck, nipping at it and licking it over, humming with happiness. Even though the quarantine was a lot of stress for everyone, you were happy to see Keigo finally getting the rest he needed, the bags under his eyes had started to disappear and he had more life to him.

         You whine as he continues his teasing, knowing he loves making and watching you squirm. You’ll let him for now, letting him have his fun because you know by the end of your night, you’ll be screaming his name in bliss.

         “So, do you trust me enough to let me try some things, Y/N? I’m really thinking it’ll be fun and let us blow off some of the stress and boredom.”

         “You already bought everything for it, didn’t you?” You’re palming his slowly hardening member behind your ass.

         “If you said yes, I wouldn’t have wanted to wait at all, can you blame me? I think you’re going to look so fucking hot all tied up and completely in the dark about what’s going to happen to you next.” A groan slips out of you at his words, his fingers finally giving you some relief as they finally breached your wet folds.

         “God, yes, I’m so excited to see what you have ready for me Keigo. You know I trust you more than anyone else, so bring it on.”

         “You remember the safe word though?”

         “Of course.”

         “Good, then we can get started love-dove.” You groan at the pun but you don’t really have time to say anything as he whips you up into the air, laughing, carefree for once. He catches you, kissing you as you giggle at his playful energy, it’s been so long since you’d seen it from him.

         You lose track of how long the two of you stand in the hallway, you in his arms and his hands on your ass. He bites at your lips, begging to be let inside in his own way, and you respond as you always do, opening your mouth for him and nipping back, making it interesting for him.

         He slowly starts walking down the hall with you in his arms, still keeping his lips connected with yours as he kicks open the bedroom door. Pulling back he smirks a little and tosses you back on the bed, his eyes glinting with glee and barely contained lust.

         “Clothes off babes, I want to see those pretty tits of yours.” You follow his instructions, practically sliding out of your clothes as if you’d somehow turned into liquid. His watchful eyes never move off of you body as he stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. He licks his lips and catches your eyes after that with a smirk as he quickly worms out of his own clothes. You notice that he’s already half hard, but seems to be completely ignoring it as he heads over towards the closet where he must have hidden his new toys.

         You feel excitement running through your veins, as you hear shuffling of fabrics and the unzipping of a bag. Keigo was right, this would be a fucking terrific way to end the boredom that the quarantine had brought. Although you’d never admit that out loud of course, he didn’t have to know the extent of how much and how easily he affected you.

         He comes back with a grin as big as the sun itself which is at odds with all the things you can see him carrying, and you feel your eyes widen. That seems to amuse him as he sets the goodies at the foot of the bed and crawls up towards you. His eyes are bright and they take your breath away, you truly understand how his gaze makes people feel as if they were being hunted, the way he’s looking at you now makes you lose your breath, makes you feel as if he’s about to devour your entire being.

         He cages you in with his wings, but rather than fear, all you can feel is arousal as he surrounds you, breath heavy despite the lack of action from either of you.

         “You have no idea, no fucking idea, how good you look like this.” His hands move to play with your pebbled nipples as he straddles you, leaning down to capture your mouth with his. You let out a small cry that’s easily swallowed by him as he pinches your nipple. You lightly punch him in the side.

         “The fuck Keigo? That hurt,” you pout up at him as he snickers.

         “I’m sorry its just, god everything was getting so serious babe, this is to blow off steam you know?”

         “There are better ways to do that then pinching my tit you ass.” But at this point you’re grinning too, pecking him on the lips. “Are we going to get started yet Keigo? I want you inside me.” His mouth parts, eyes wide as you say that.

         “Fuck, are you trying to make me rush through all of the special things I had planned for you babes? Patience Y/N, good things come to those who wait after all.”

         “Yeah, yeah birdman. I want to see what you have already.”

         “Yes ma’am.” He gives a little salute before backing off, going through the togs he’d bought just for you. “I’m going to start slow, ok? It can be shocking if you’re just getting started with this type of thing.” You nod your head in acceptance and he brings out a rather thick blind fold. He trails his fingers up your body, feather light touches that have you shuddering, as he brings his hands up to your face.

         The fabric is cool on your face, and slightly heavier than you expected it to be, and it obscures all of your vision, even every bit of light that had been showering the room.

         “It’s ok?”

         “Yes, you worry-wart. Keep going please.”

         “Good. God you look so fucking beautiful right now.” You can practically hear the expression he gets on his face when he thinks you can’t see him; all his features soften and are etched with love. Part of you wishes you could see it, but part of you is eagerly waiting for what he has next.

         You hear the rustling of the sheets as he moves, feel the mattress dip as his weight crosses it, and without words he starts tying you up, first your wrists enveloped by a silky-smooth cloth, then they’re brought to your ankles. As he ties them you groan as you feel the cool air hitting your damp cunt, he hasn’t even really touched you yet and still you’re so aroused and ready for him to take you. Even though you know you’re likely going to have to wait a bit as he explores the new options that he has presented to him.

         His lips make his way to yours as he sweetly kisses you. “You’re muttering again dove, are you sure you’re ok?”

         “Yes, I’m just so fucking horny I want you inside me already.”

         “Well I think I can help you a little bit with that in one minute, just one more thing for you ok? You’re being such a good girl for me.” You whimper a bit at that, with the position you’re tied in, you can’t put any friction onto your aching cunt and it feels like torture.

         You feel a heavy set of what feels like headphones, though you can’t be certain without seeing them, cover your ears, the last thing you can hear is Keigo whispering he loves you until all the outside sound is blocked from you. All you can hear now is the thundering sound of blood in your ears and you shiver in anticipation, tied up and unmoving, unable to see or hear, waiting for your lover to fucking touch you already.

         Goosebumps rise on your skin as Keigo starts slowly stroking your hipbones, his touch still light but you’re so taken by it because all you can do right now is feel. You whimper as a feather comes up to play with your breasts, the touch almost ticklish but in your aroused state, it only serves to make you more sensitive as you mewl out for him to touch you more.

         He listens, as his fingers come to your sensitive areas and you moan loudly in relief as two of his fingers enter your heat up to the first knuckle, his lips starting to kiss and suckle bruises into your sensitive skin. You think you’re being really loud but you can’t tell, the moans and noises you’re making seem magnified because they’re all that you can hear. You feel Keigo muttering words onto your skin but you can’t tell what he’s saying, all you know is that he’s stopped moving his fingers and it’s driving you insane to have something in your heat but not providing any form of relief from his teasing.

         “Keigo, please move!” you plead with him, desperately trying to move your bound body to provide some sense of friction, some sense of deeper penetration as you wail in frustration as he keeps himself deadly still.

         Your breaths are heaving as your legs begin to shake with the strain of holding them up because of the bondage. As soon as you think he’s going to leave you there waiting for a long time, he suddenly thrusts deep into your cunt and you clench around him with a surprised shout. It doesn’t take long for him to build you up to that edge, your body so needy and responsive to his touch, as you praise him, tell him how good it feels. It’s so easy to get lost in the sensation of him pounding his fingers into you as he frantically starts rubbing your clit. You feel yourself clench around him, and he shifts the angle of his fingers a little bit to hit your sweet spot.

         You swear you see lightning in the darkness of your blindfold, your back arching up sharply as you come undone around his fingers with a lewd moan. He keeps pushing in, helping you ride yourself through it, but doesn’t stop. The sensations feel so much more potent than usual, and you try to squirm away from the added stimulation but you can’t. You whimper as he once again brings a feather up to play with your tits as he adds a third and then fourth finger into you.

         You can practically hear his teasing, “but baby, you asked me to touch you, you said you wanted me inside you. That’s all I’m doing babes.” Even in your head he’s smug and deliciously torturous and you cry out again as you feel the tips of his fingers crashing into that spot deep within you, over and over and over again. You’re tightening up once more, hanging onto the feeling of being finger fucked when its all you can focus on, all that you can actually feel happening.

         You can feel yourself about to cum when suddenly you’re empty. “NO! Keigo you fucking bastard! I was so close!” You shout out to him, even though you know you won’t hear a response. You feel tears welling up in your eyes at the desperation you feel in your groin, you were so fucking close.

         Seeing this must stir something in your boyfriend though, because soon enough you feel the weeping head of his cock at your entrance. You wiggle as much as you can, your body ready and waiting for him. With no warning, he sheaths himself inside you completely, and you blissfully feel full again, the curve of his cock pressing into you just right, the vein on the right side scraping your walls amazingly.

         You can feel drool dripping down the side of your face as he pounds into you relentlessly, unable to form any completed thought much less coherent words. You can hear yourself mumbling and groaning out mixtures of praises and his name repeated like a chant. You feel his body shuddering against yours, the excitement and arousal you feel mirrored by him as he leans down and bites at your collarbones, marking you again and again as his, only his.

         You feel yourself clench down on his cock, your release sneaking up on you as his rhythm starts to become more irregular.

His pace gets quicker, your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he frantically pounds into you with almost manic energy. You can feel him shuddering and you know he’s approaching his own end. You clench down on his dick, squeezing him to get him to release inside of you and he comes down with a final bite on the inside of your shoulder. You feel the warm liquid fill you inside, and it feels amazing, and good god how much of it there is. He must have been loving every second of teasing you and every second of pleasing your body.

         He pulls out slowly, kissing softly at the bite that you can feel pulsing and oozing a bit of blood. It feels so much emptier than it usually does, and you can’t help but whimper, you wouldn’t mind him just staying sheathed within you. You feel him murmuring against your skin, and you can feel the love from him in the care he takes with your shaking body, slowly bringing you back from your high and bringing you back into a world where you have all your senses back.

         He starts by cleaning up the mess between your thighs, the touch of the towel rough but relieving to you, the cum already cooling down and starting to stick uncomfortably on your skin. After that’s complete, he begins to untie the nots, with a gentleness so at odds from how hard he’d been pounding into you beforehand. He strokes your skin as he undoes the bondage, kissing your skin and making sure that he hadn’t cut off any blood flow, that you were perfectly safe.

         God how you much you loved him.

         After he was finished with that, he brings you into his arms, having you sit on his lap as he strokes your back. You squeeze his torso and stay pliant in his arms, feeling absolutely pampered and safe. There’s no better feeling than that, you think. He was right though, you do feel completely relaxed, some of the stress leaving your body.

         He lifts off one side of the noise cancelling muffs, and everything sounds so much louder, despite not having your hearing taken for very long.

         “You alright dove? You didn’t use the safe word, but you seemed pretty far gone for a moment.”

         You hum. “It felt amazing Keigo, but good lord, you’re such a tease you know that?”

         He chuckles softly at that. “I’m sorry but you look and feel so good when you’re all flustered and riled up. I love it.” All his motions are slow now, relaxed as he slowly gives you back all the senses you’d been missing; the other side of the muff coming off when he thinks you’ve had ample time to recover.

         When your blindfold comes off, you see his wrecked hair and red cheeks and you’re so grateful for the time you’ve gotten to spend with him during these trying times.

         You softly kiss him. “Bath time?”

         “Of course, Y/N. Let’s get us both cleaned up then love.” The two of you get up, holding hands, and you don’t let go even in the large bathtub until you actually have to, to get cleaned up.

         For the first time in a while, the two of you are both spent, relaxed and completely happy, and if there’s any better feeling in the world; you’d probably never find it.

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You’re my Favorite Shouta Aizawa x reader oneshot

warning: Fluff

Word count: 1748

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When y/n agreed to teach at UA, she didn’t understand the exact amount of stress it would add to her daily life until she actually started the job. However, this is not to say that she hate’s her job. y/n thrived over helping students train towards their ultimate goal to heroism. Her bubbly personality is loved by all of her students and for the most part, her class enjoyed every lecture. She was always so engaging and hands on with her explanation, and she made sure to keep each individual students’ quirk in mind in order to help them push through their limitation.

And as much as she loved her job, y/n would be the first to admit that being a UA teacher takes a lot out of your personal life. She rarely has time to herself in order to remind her that she is more then just a teacher, but she is y/n, who had her own loves and hobbies outside of the UA walls. Ever since she had to move on campus and start nightly patrols, the rare hours to herself dwindled down to almost nothing.

That’s why y/n is so grateful to her work best friend Shouta Aizawa.

y/n has no idea how stoic, sleeping bag wear, stone faced, no emotion Aizawa became her best friend when she’s the exact opposite to him personality wise, but nevertheless, they kept each other sane at work. A feature that they need to survive their chaotic work environment, especially when you have to work with a living boombox and a walking BDSM master.

It was one of those days where y/n could barely keep her eyes open. The night occupied her time with grading homework and patrolling the campus. She was barely able to get two hours of sleep before she had to wake up to restart the whole routine. Her normally bubbly personality was lack luster as she treads through the day.

During her lunch break Aizawa plopped his sleeping bag at the table she was napping at. y/n shot up from her resting position.

“I swear I was not sleeping Principal Nezu!” She insisted, even though her eyes were barely open. Aizawa let out a single chuckle and sat at the chair in front of her.

“Yeah, you’re very convincing.” y/n groaned and tried to wipe the sleepys out of her eyes.

“What time is it?”

“It’s only been 10 minutes.” She groaned again. “How are you so awake right now? One more nightly patrol and I am going to pass out in the middle of class.” Aizawa looked at her in bewilderment.

“Have you met me before? I am never awake. I just mastered the skill to do things in my sleep.” y/n sighed. “I don’t think my body is happy with me being up for more then 24 hours.”

Aizawa gestured to the bright yellow sleeping bag that he laid on the table. “You can burrow my sleeping bag. There are a couple of filing cabinets in the back that you can hide between. I gurantee you that no one will notice that you were ever back there.” Aizawa suggested. y/n lifted an eyebrow.

“How many times have you done this?”

“So many times that there are already a couple of pillows placed on the floor. They have been here for about 4 weeks now.” y/n let out a shallow laugh. “Why am I not surprised?” Aizawa shrugged. He shoved the bag closer to her side of the table.

“Take the sleeping bag. You need to sleep.” y/n slowly shaked her head as she tried to will herself awake. “I have a class in 15 minutes.”

“It’s just study hall isn’t it? Let me cover for you.”

“I can’t let you do that!” She protested, “Next period is your lunch break.” Again, Aizawa shrugged. “I didn’t even bring anything to eat for lunch. I think I can live a day without my lunch break.”

y/n sighed as she can see that Aizawa would not take no for an answer.

“What would I do without you?” She asked as she gathered the bag in her lap.

“You probably would have passed out in the middle of the hallway and get trampled by a bunch of pre-hero students and died on impact.” y/n giggled as she got up from her chair. She walked towards Aizawa’s seat and unconsciously kissed him on the lips. Her head to foggy and eyes to drowsy to notice what she did.

“You know you’re my favorite person right?” Aizawa turned away from her to hide the slight redness spread across his face. Yes, it’s just redness, it’s hot in the room. Aizawa would never admit that he just blushed. He faked a cough as he tried to avoid eye contact. Unfortunately, he was not staring right at Hizashi teasing him and making kissy faces.

“Yeah, I better be.” Aizawa muttered.

When y/n woke up from her nap, she immediately wanted to punch herself in the face when she remembered what she did.

“I can’t believe you kissed him!” y/n muttered to herself in the comfort of her own room. “God what kind of idiot are you! He most be so uncomfortable with you now! How am I going to fix this?” y/n was pacing so much that she was sure that she had started leaving track marks on her wooden floor. She rubbed her face furiously and pulled at her own hair.

“There is no way that he doesn’t know about your crush for him now! Oh god Hizashi was there too! He is never going to let me forget about this! How can you single handedly ruin the best friendship you had just because you were tired?” y/n was really yelling at herself at this point. She was surprised none of her neighbors had come in and told her to shut up yet.

She nervously bit at her thumb nail as she tried to figure out how she can explain why she kissed him without revealing her massive crush on him.

“Maybe I can say I was so sleep drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing!” She theorized, “Or maybe I can pretend that I didn’t do it if he never brings it up.” She groaned and threw her hands in the air.

“No, y/n there’s only one way to save this. Say you’re sorry and move on and pray to whatever god is listening that our relationship doesn’t change after this.” She took a deep breath as she tried to come herself down.

“And if I want to say sorry, I will have to bring presents.”

And that is why y/n was attempting to make her first bento box at 2 am in the morning. 5 failed attempts at making a cute hotdog octopus later, she finally felt proud of her creation and anxiously waited for the right time to hand him her peace offering. Let’s hope that this was enough for him to forgive her.

y/n bit her lips nervously as she lingered outside the door that lead to the teacher’s lounge. She knew that Aizawa would be grading papers at this time. She knew that Aizawa had a habit of not bring himself lunch and he never had time to go to Lunch Rush, so she hoped that today he didn’t decide to deviate from his own schedule.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, the blood rushing to her ears was the only thing she can hear despite the bustling feet of students hidden in the background. She took a deep breath, letting the air escape through her mouth. You can do this y/n. Just go in there, and say sorry, and move on.

“Whatcha got there?” y/n yelped and jumped so hard she almost felt herself leaving her own body. She spun around and noticed Aizawa leaning down to look at her. Her eyes darted up to him. The hallways were clear and there was no one else in sight.

“W-what are you doing out here?” She asked. Aizawa squinted at her. “I was going to ask you the same thing. Why are you waiting outside the teacher’s lounge? I know I joke that you look like a student, but you know that you don’t need permission to enter right?” y/n chuckled nervously.

“Um, I was actually looking for you,” She admitted. He nodded. “Well you found me. What can I do for you?” He asked, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the door.

God it has to be illegal to be that attractive. His tight black shirt clung to his toned arms. Aizawa left his scruff in class 1-A so you can clearly see the 5 o’clock shadow perfectly shaping his already chiseled face. His hair tied in a mess bun.

y/n swallowed hard as she tried not to imagine how his hair would feel if she carded her fingers through his locks—

“I wanted to give this to you!” She said suddenly, jotting out the cute bento box that she clenched in her hands. Aizawa looked down at it curiously.

“What did I do to deserve a bento box?” Aizawa propped himself back up as he grabbed the box, he opened the lid and smiled at the poorly cut hotdogs. y/n chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

“It’s a thank you for letting me burrow your sleeping bag yesterday. If I didn’t take that nap, I don’t think I would be able to walk home las night.” She explained, “I also wanted to apologize for kissing you yesterday. It was inappropriate and despite the fact that I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, we’re co-workers and best friends. I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I understand if you don’t feel the same way—” y/n was not able to finish her sentence, however.

Aizawa gently wrapped his free hand around her jaw as he leaned down to capture her lips against his. It was weird at first. The kiss was sudden with no warning and their teeth clashed, and their noses bumped against each other. But when y/n’s mind can finally understand what was happening, she melted completely into him.

When they pulled apart, y/n took a minute to find her voice.

“So… does this mean you like me?” She asked stupidly, her mind dizzy from his lips. Aizawa chuckled lowly and nodded.

“I’ve liked you since day one.” y/n nodded.

“Good.”

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Little Goddess Part II

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Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: Shameless flirting, cussing, bakubae threatening people like usual, aizawa being hot, both aizawa and reader talking down on themselves kinda, mean ex.

Word Count: 2,545

A/N: 2nd chapter!! Hope you guys like it! If you didn’t catch on, y/n gifted aizawa the cat version of Cerberus! He didn’t have a guard before and now he does! Also I really hope the tags work this time round!

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

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You never thought a place so hated and talked down on could be so- beautiful…. The skyscrapers all painted with glass walls it seemed. Even if it was in constant darkness, the moon- your mother’s moon glittered across the river Styx and reflected off windows. Turning to look at your father you smiled in disbelief, how could some place that was described as eternal damnation, be so- sleek? So aesthetically pleasing to one's eyes? “Are We at the checkpoint, or-” Your father laughed at your obvious amazement

“You hurt me, did you really think that the place me and your mother work constantly at could be horrible?” Izuku chuckled at your pouty face “Well I’m sorry that Everyone always makes a big deal about how scary it is here!” You would cross your arms but you still held the cat in your arms. You both arrived in front of the tallest building and you gulped as you stood in front of it “What if the king hates me?” You hear a small chuckle beside you only to be met with golden eyes

“Lemme guess, you’re a new egg?” Nodding your head, you stared at the winged man in front of you but your father was quick to jump in front of you “Keigo! I see you’re working today… this is my daughter, Y/N.” Your father had a nice smile on his face but his eyes were staring keigo down who had a lazy smirk on his face, golden eyes trained on you “Well, aren’t you a gorgeous little thing” The gods words made your father scowl and you blush

“Keigo, she’s young.” The winged god merely snickered “Relax Izuku! I just like to ruffle your feathers sometimes!” He laughed, a smile on his face as you looked at them curiously “You must be who the mortals call Hermes?” You spoke out, the attention on you now and Keigo nodded “That’s correct chickadee, but you can call me Keigo, or Kei for short” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, winking at you with a small smile as you blushed and nodded, your father staring in disapproval.

“As much as I’d like to catch up keigo, We have a meeting with Aizawa. Y/N is going to be doing some work for him, today is her first meeting with him.” This peaked the blonde's interest as he raised his eyebrow “Ah, well good luck chickadee. Don’t be a stranger.” He smiled with a nod before flying off, your eyes following his movements “Are all gods that nice?” Your question made your father sigh “Be careful around the men… sometimes they get- power blind.”

His tone made you confused, but it made you remember stories of Zeus, or Enji, many affairs with mortals and nymphs, Queen Rei never once able to do anything about it. Nodding, you just walked in and followed your father, taking in the smoothly functioning atmosphere.

*•*

“Why can’t you just do your job quietly and not bother me katsuki?” Aizawa leaned back in his chair from behind his desk and sighed “You’re the God of Death. Your job is to bring the souls here, so what’s the problem?” The monotone voice spoke almost annoyed as red eyes glared, the younger God moving as his grey feathers ruffled in anger. “Because that shitty mail man thinks he’s better than me since you hired him!” Katsuki’s voice strained in anger as he clenched his jaw.

A cigar appeared in the King's hand and he took a couple puffs, before his dark eyes bore into the red ones. Calm anger stirring in them that made the younger God gulp but he still didn’t stand down. “Sit down Katsuki. Since you demand that your complaints are so worth my time, let’s go through this, shall we?” Aizawa’s voice was dripping with cold emotion and Katsuki tensed before sitting down, regretting his decision of coming in

“I hired that, what did you call him? ‘Mailman’, because I saw the population go up in the mortal world. When the population goes up, that means there will be more deaths, correct?” Katsuki moved to speak but Aizawa shook his head, his eyes glowing red in a threat. “I didn’t say you could talk- to be honest, your voice annoys me. So just nod or shake your head.” Huffing, Katsuki nodded as he looked away with a frustrated blush, trying to keep the cough down from the smoke that now filled the room.

“So I do something, nice, and you barge into my office, on MY company time, YELLING at me? I think I’m a pretty reasonable man, there’s never been riots here. No complaints, it runs smoothly, I think that I’ve proven myself to be reliable. Wouldn’t you agree?” The angry king seethed with smoke blowing through his nose, Katsuki only nodded slightly but Aizawa noticed. He always noticed everything. “So if you agree, why come and waste my time when you could've even scheduled a meeting?”

The red eyed man was stuttering, only to be interrupted by some laughing from beyond the office door and in came Hitsoshi, also known as Hecate, followed by Izuku and Y/N. You (e/c) eyes met dark ones that look in desperate need of sleep and a hug, taking a deep breathe you blinked away and tried to hide the blush on your face as you ignored the butterflies in your stomach

“Shouta- I didn’t realize Baku-please just fucking go already, was here” Shinso smirked, earning a glare from Bakugou as he clenched his fist. “You asshole, the next soul I bring will be yours I swear to god-” Before anything could happen, the cat in your arms jumped down and formed into a giant version of itself and hissed at both of them, keeping them apart. Everyone’s attention now on you as you smiled sheepishly.

“Ahem… hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Goddess of Monster, and I came to work here with my parents!” Aizawa felt his mouth go dry as he looked at you, eyes quickly skimming your figure and he flinched when he heard a glass picture frame crack on his desk… fucking power losing control. Izuku was by your side and smiling, but also making sure Katsuki and Shinso kept their distance.

“Oh c'mon Izuku, she’s not a child! Look at her-” Shinso smirked lazily as your face grew even redder as you whispered a small thank you. Katsuki tsked and rolled his eyes at you, looking at Izuku with a scowl. “Just because you think you’re some big, don’t expect people to treat her any differently. She’s just some newbie.” Katsuki was grumbling and Izuku huffed at his attitude, but it just made the cat hiss more at Katsuki and nudge Y/N in a comforting way and you finally found your will to speak

“Oh! Y-yes thank you cutie!” You quickly whispered to the cat, before making your way to the king himself and holding out your hand with a smile, “I wanted to thank you for giving me a job, and I heard from my father that you have to stay up guarding the gates to this place yourself, so I made you a little guardian…” Aizawa was stunned and he smiled softly, making every man in the room freeze in their spot as he took your hand gently and shook it. “Thank you… He looks like a Cerberus, doesn’t he?”

You laughed at the name, and oh god your laugh made his heart flutter in a way it hasn’t- well ever before. Looking at you even his eyes smiled slightly before he noticed you two were not alone and he coughed, fixing himself, putting the emotional guard back up and on duty. “But, you really shouldn’t have Y/N…. I hired you because of your abilities and plus every god and goddess that knew you spoke highly of you, so it was a good decision on my part.”

Eyes meeting the ground, you had to bite back the smile on your face as you took in deep breathes, “Well then take Cerberus as my act as your employee. No take backs, plus he really is a sweetheart and he deserves a good owner!” How could Aizawa argue with that? Simply he nodded before looking at the other men and raised his eyebrows, “Well? Don’t you all have jobs? I don’t bite. I just plan on taking her on a door, an orientation if you will.” Nodding, the men left but you father snuck a quick hug before he went. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and smiled, “I can’t wait to see your kingdom, aizawa…”

*•*

You walked side by side with the king himself, a crown on his head as everyone he passed seemed to hold their breath and straighten up just a little bit more. The sight alone made you giggle, because all these people looked so afraid of a man who smiled so kindly at you, it confused you. “What has you giggling little goddess?” Aizawa’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked at him and smiled, looking at his raised eyebrows.

“Well… I just- you have the kindest smile I’ve ever seen yet everyone we’ve passed has held their breath and paled like you’re horribly mean. I don’t mean that as offense, I just find that your eyes are too kind to hold any type of evil.” A blush was prominent on your (S/C) cheeks as you finished talking, Aizawa himself seemed to be in a daze. “I’m sorry- that was weird! I didn’t mean to get too personal or weird!” The floor was now deemed more interesting as you started rambling, only stopping when a large hand was placed on your shoulder.

“Thank you… no one has ever said that about me or to me, for that matter, before. It means a great deal…” How he was even forming proper words was beyond him right now because even walking next to you in silence was hard since the smell of your perfume was overwhelming and making his senses go into overdrive, not to mention he can feel your body heat and he so badly wanted to maybe, just maybe, hold your hand. What was he thinking?! He just met you! Fuck fuck fuck- Izuku would kill him- hell he would kill himself for falling for such a young...beautiful… nice… goddess.

“Aizawa-” A hand- no YOUR hand waving in front of his face brought him out of his thoughts and he shook his head cursing under his breath “ ‘m sorry, just got lost in thought…” The soft smile on your face brought his nerves peace. “It’s okay.. we all have those moments! Anyway, you mentioned Tartarus before? Is that one of the places I have to work?” As soon as you mentioned that place, Aizawa’s face grew hard and his eyes were darker with an emotion you couldn’t place. “Promise me you’ll never go near that place little goddess. It’s a horrible place filled with true monsters. And since you’re similar to a fertility goddess, they’ll want to tear you apart.”

Nodding quickly you felt a shiver run down your spine at the demanding tone of his voice and the powerful stance he took. “I promise…” Your voice was a meek whisper and it made Aizawa feel horrible for being so hard on you. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, I just if something happened to you, your father would never forgive me…” and I wouldn’t forgive me, he wanted to scream… but he didn’t want to seem like a creepy old man. Of course it wasn’t weird for gods and goddesses to feel powerful emotions like this but- this was wrong… right?

You merely bit your lip and nodded, before walking forward, “It’s okay ‘zawa, sometimes you can’t turn off being king huh?” Your laughter filled the air and he just followed you as you both continued the tour. Everytime you could, you would sneak a look at the raven haired man, how could someone be so- beautiful? He took your breath away, really every detail was just so pretty, even the scar on his cheek bone, all you wanted to do was touch it and ask him about it then kiss it when he told you.

Sadly, like aizawa, you couldn’t help your thoughts and insecurities get to you as you kept thinking about maybe being flirty, see where it takes you… you were too young, plus you were here for a job! Strictly business! You’d be branded if you got with the king, your parents would be shamed! And if he turned you down what would he think of your parents? Would they lose their work here? Gods you couldn’t do that to them… hell, was he even single?

*•*

“Shoutaaa” A woman's voice made you both jump just as you were coming to the end of the tour, and Aizawa automatically grimace as he saw the green haired nymph. “What do you want Emi?” It was like you weren’t even there as the woman- now known as Emi walked up to Aizawa and flung her arms around his shoulders with a devious smile, “You know what I want…listen I’m sorry for not making it the other week, I was just tired…”

Aizawa pushed her off and scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah and I’m tired of you taking me as a joke. You have a job, and you’re lucky you still have that job. Get going” His jaw clenched as you merely looked at the situation, the woman looking taken back, her eyes finally settling on your form “Is it because of her? She doesn’t even look like she could handle you.” Her bluntly lewd statement made both you and aizawa blush before he spoke up in your defense, the lightest blush on his face.

“She’s the daughter of a friend Emi. Not that it’s your concern anyway, but this has nothing to do with her.” Emi rolled her eyes before trailing her fingers down Aizawa’s jaw and clicking her tongue, “You’ll be back.” Her voice was confident and sassy as she turned around and sauntered off, leaving you with a confused face and aizawa looking like he was about to blow. Well… I guess that answers your question. Mentally you just state his relationship status as: ‘It’s complicated’...

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[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 5: One Man's Weakness is his Own Wife

The preparations for the Dionysia was underway; maenads, satyrs and villagers decorate the streets with flowers, purple and gold ribbons. The amphitheater was being prepared for this year's theme of "The Downfall of Troy", a theme that Apollo earlier in the month repeatedly objected towards but Dionysus completely forgotten why Apollo didn't approve of....until the Dionysia.

Dionysus was helping his theater troops with the set. "A LITTLE TO THE LEFT!" Dionysus shouted to two stage hands movie a large crude cut-out of a very angry Zeus, "NO THE OTHER LEFT!" he shouted again.

The stage hands were at this point a little confused on where to go, so the both of them just stand completely still to see if Dionysus actually noticed. Dionysus tilts head head to see if the angle is right and stares at the cut-out. "..... perfect, now all need to do is fix the curtains an-" he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder, he turns around and sees Apollo we a stern look on his face with Ariadne next to him with a look of concern.

"Um.... Dionysus....is THAT supposed to be dad?" Apollo questioned as he pointed to what basically was the equivalent of a child's drawing of Zeus with sharp teeth, a unibrow and a few inaccurate details that would be obvious to most people.

"Um yes. Yes it is.", Dionysus defended the depiction with all his heart, "I made it myself....with Kale's help, he's been extremely helpful." He points to Kale, who ironically is the director of the play for Dionysia, helping with choreography with a group of maenads. He turns back to Apollo and Ariadne, he steps past Apollo and goes straight to Ariadne, romancing her with the same vigor as if it was still love at first sight.

"Ah sweet pea, you made it" he gives a small kiss her hand, "-listen I have been dieing to get your opinion on the set up for act 3 ," gives another kiss up her forearm, "-the maenads have helped with casting pretty well so far buuuut I may need-" kisses again up the arm, "-someone to fix the costumes for Ares and Heracles though, mostly because it's a little too small for the both of t-" again Dionysus was interrupted mid sentence with Ariadne placing he finger on his lips. As much as she adored Dionysus's courting and him in general, she also equally adored her subjects as any queen would. She lets out a sigh and gives Dionysus kiss on his nose.

"Dionysus, love, we need to talk.", stated Ariadne, "It's about the festival, we HAVE to call it off and continue on another day." she continued. "Apollo told me everything about what's been going on. If it's not safe for the public to be out as soon as the sun goes down, than we must postpone the festival." she argued.

He couldn't believe his own ears, first his brother and now his own wife attempts to convince him to cancel a celebration. So he attempts to continue his 'counter measure', he continues to woo her. He picks her up in his arms. "Oh don't worry my little pomegranate seed, things aren't THAT bad, it was probably the cats being naughty.", he tried to convince her as he started to nuzzle her neck. His stubble tickled Ariadne, she lets out a few giggles, suddenly the two are now locked into a battle of dodging the topic and inappropriate amounts of "pda". The two went back and forth on topic of canceling the event for the safety of the residence. It was between the traditions to party hardy or to prevent a possible mass animal attack that has yet to be resolved.

Meanwhile Apollo is standing three feet away completely growing tired kf the two's public displays of affection, mostly because he personally feels not only is this a massive waste of time but also it makes him feel internally irritated knowing he doesn't have anyone to do this with at moment... subsequently feeling left out. "You two DO realize it's four hours until sunset, I need to at least know you two will be safe before I leave." He interjected.

The two were currently locking lips with each other, Dionysus knew full well this couldn't go on much longer. Dionysus finished his kiss with Ariadne.

Like most men, he didn't like his mind or his plans changed. "How about....we make it during the day?" he suggested, he reasoned that since the attacks have mostly happened at night that there was plenty of time to celebrate.

Ariadne nodded her head no, "No, Apollo had mentioned some these animals have attacked during the day too. He's seen them occasionally, we have to postpone. Maybe during a day that..." She thought about her request...." No nevermind.", She blurted.

Dionysus was confused, was there truly a way out of this annoying cancelation? "... nevermind what?" He asked.

Ariadne has set her trump card, "oh, maybe...just to make the people feel a little bit safer... invite your father to the Dionysia?", she bashfully asked.

Dionysus stood there with a blank expression, a few seconds later, he started laughing. "Ahahhahaha, oh Ariadne, that's really fucking funny hahaha!" he laughed continuously, he looked up and saw Ariadne's face, she wasn't very happy. "Ohhhh you're serious." He realized what she was suggesting wasn't a joke, but a genuine suggestion. "Look, I'm NOT going to bother my dad to babysit us. Delphi honestly isn't in any danger, and we've had two attacks....in three months!" He argued. The conversation started to get a little more serious.

Ariadne let out a small huff, "I know you want to keep the festival going but the safety of people are a little bit more important than tradition right now. I don't care if it was two, or three or a thousand attacks, you know very well that the festivities will be ruined if someone gets hurt.", she told him. "Please I beg you, not just for my sake but the sake of whomsoever might get hurt. It's either you get your father to come over to make sure nothing bad happens....or no sex....for a year, plus no cuddles either. Seriously Dionysus, if someone gets killed over this I swear I probably won't talk to you afterwards!" She was at her limit, if Dionysus was going to be stubborn about festival, than she was going to be stubborn with him.

Dionysus was at an impasse, he couldn't risk making his ultimate wine-wifu upset and to top it off he could not stand the idea of being ignored by her for such an undisclosed amount of time. He also couldn't just CANCEL one of the most important holidays in Greece, mostly Dionysia was also a performing arts contest, and Delphi has been going strong for several years against Delos and Sparta so his ego was on the line. He turned around and pondered to himself, hoping to figure out a way he could make both parties happy. "What if I raised the defenses around the town?....what if I can make wine bombs....that makes wolves too drunk to attack people?" he suggested,.

Ariadne stood there speechless, trying to decide if she was shocked or not to hear this from Dionysus. She motioned to one of the maenads to hand her a prop. A maenad handed her a peacock feather, mostly she didn't want to be responsible for any injuries the Dionysus could probably sustain from this. Ariadne with a gentle smile, worked with what she got, started whipping him with the feather. "YOU. ARE. SO. DAMN. STUBBORN. WINE. CAN'T. SOLVE. NOT. BEING. ALIVE." She shouted as she 'mercilessly' hit his shoulders and back.

Dionysus couldn't help but defend himself by curling up and blocking his face. At this point, he was already in hot water with Ariadne, so he decides to pretend to actually be hurt and start screaming.

Apollo was now just sitting on a director's chair that was provided but one of the stage hands, in fact the whole amphitheater's staff and volunteers were watching this incredible marital dispute. It was rare to see Dionysus and Ariadne fight, some even started to provide snacks to each other. "HOW ABOUT THIS-" Apollo announced.

Dionysus and Ariadne both stop and looked at Apollo. The two pausing midway through their dramatic theatrics.

Apollo stood up and let out a long sigh, "look, if it makes you feel better Dionysus.....as compensation for losing a day-" he said mid sentence.

"A WEEK" Ariadne shouted, she hoped to at least wait a week to make full sure what ever has been going would be solved within the week.

"NO. THATS TOO LONG!" Dionysus furiously responded but was again getting pelted by Ariadne's peacock feather. "AAAH NO NOT AGAIN!" he shouted.

Apollo continued on, "..... loosing a week of the Dionysia, I will make it sunny....for a whole week....just so that you celebrate...none stop...for a whole week." Apollo knew he was going to make BILLIONS of mortals completely confused, ruin many people's sleep schedule...but all to convince the god of wine to cancel a party.

Ariadne was very happy about the idea but it was something. "DEAL!", she shouted, she stopped whipping Dionysus with the feather. Dionysus stood up, not even feeling anything, with his ego a little bruised having had his will be bent. He begrudgingly decided to the agreement, "Fine. But I better get a summertime blow out during that week dude." He conditioned.

Apollo could breath a sigh of relief, he had at least avoided disaster for the citizens of Delphi. Now it was off to Delos to arrange some defenses around the countryside. Delphi may not have any 'wolves', but he was worried of Delos did. "Well, good to see we're at an accord. Dionysus, please be careful tonight and good luck to you, Lady Ariadne." He waved as he went to find his chariot.

Ariadne and Dionysus waved goodbye to Apollo. Ariadne looked up at Dionysus and tried to tickle him the the peacock feather on his neck. He tried to not crack a smile but he couldn't resist being ticklish let alone be mad at his wife. "Hahahehehe, ok ok, sorry sweetie. I just really hate canceling anything." He apologized.

Ariadne chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "it's ok, but your brother is right you know." She assured him. "Come on, I'll help you pack a few things up." She went on to help put away some of the decorations. Dionysus turned around, "Ok pack up the small stuff everyone! Dionysia is cancelled for the week!" He announced. The staff and followers were all shocked and some started to comment amongst themselves. "Don't worry, the party will continue next week with a full week of sunshine and hardcore partying. As of tonight...um...just like... don't go out at night. Stay home and get wasted indoors my dudes." He finished off his announcement, turned to went to help with putting away some of the things.

Kale had finally comeback from a 45 minute wine break and was completely confused as to why everyone was putting away everything. "Ok seriously I need to lay off the marlot because WHAT THE FUCK did I just FUCKING nap through the Dionysia?!" He shouted. A satyr walked up to fill Kale in, "um nah brah, Dionysia is cancelled until next week....after that its party time on steroids." Kale at first was frustrated because he worked on the dance routine for the play, until he realized there was a whole week to make some changes. "GASP! I must go, improvement awaits!" He dramatically left to come up with another part of the scene.

End of Chp5

[p4nkow]

Maybe someday

A few days ago I rewatched this movie I grew up with which is called “Life as we know it” (I highly recommend you to watch it if you haven’t) and it gave me the inspiration to write this one shot. 

Summary: as Lucy and Rami finally leave for their late honeymoon, they ask Y/N and Ben a huge favour — they have to watch over their daughter, Sophie, for one whole week as they’re away. The only problem is that Y/N and Ben can barely stand each other.

Let me know what you think, I’d love to read your comments!

Anxious. Organised. Schematic. Hater of surprises.

If you had to describe yourself with simple, concise words, those’d have been your choices. Everyone who knew you was well aware of the fact that you tended to plan everything. It wasn’t something you liked to do — plan your life in its very details. You just couldn’t help it. Moreover, it helped you to make your schedule clear as well as your mind.

So when Lucy and Rami told you they had to talk to you, the level that your anxiety had reached could’ve been easily imagined. Their party had been awesome — it had given you the chance to meet old friends and to have a little chitchat with those you hadn’t seen in forever.

It’d have been perfect if it wasn’t for Ben.

Oh man, saying that you didn’t get along was not enough. One of the most important things that’d influenced your relationship was the fact that he’d screwed up your first blind date. First and last date, of course. It didn’t take a genius to understand that he had no wish to be there.

Since that day you’d met him quite often — it was impossible not to when your best friends were married and with a one-year-old child. That’s right. Rami had finally summoned the courage to propose to Lucy and now, almost a year and a half later, they had the most beautiful child you’d ever seen.

Sophie Malek was a feast for the eyes and you loved her. Before her you never understood the endless love people showed towards babies, but damn. It was impossible not to love her.

Ben did love her, too. That’s one of the few things that you appreciated about him.

He was just perfect when around her — always caring and careful about her needs. He’d always play with her and the sight of a grown-up Ben playing with duckies and princesses was quite funny. Funny, yes, but cute. Those were the only times when you were in a cease fire. You just couldn’t bring the little Sophie in your war of jabs.

“What’d you guys need to tell me?”

Rami and Lucy exchanged a look and you didn’t like the little smiles painted in their faces. They were pulling a scam on something and Lucy’s words did nothing but increase your suspicions. “Just wait a bit longer.”

Now that the party was over, it was only you, Lucy, Rami and the little Sophie sprawled in the couches of their living room. “How old are you, Soph? Huh?” The little girl had just learned to show her age with her fingers, raising the index finger at her mom’s question.

Lucy was your best friend, your wingman, your partner in crime, the sister you never had. Your friendship had been going on since high school and now she was a mom. God knows you cried your eyes out the day she gave birth.

The unlocking of the door brought you back from your thoughts and you sighed deeply at the sight of Ben. Even though there was resentment between the two of you, you couldn’t deny that he was good-looking. Extremely good-looking. The leather jacket he was wearing on top of his black shirt made him look even more attractive and you hoped he didn’t catch you staring at his black trousers which fit him perfectly. But why the hell did he always wear black?

“I put the garbage out. I hope I guessed right your can.” He didn’t seem to notice your presence as he closed the door behind him, so you just ignored him.

Then he spotted you sitting on the couch right in front of the couple and gave you just a simple nod. Unfortunately there was no room for him on their couch, so he was forced to sit on yours. He made sure to sit as far from you as possible, though.

“You smell so much of feminine scent that I’m about to throw up.”

Ben gave you one of his smirks and you truly wished you could punch him in the face. “You’re just jealous that it isn’t yours.”

“I pity those girls”, replied in kind. Your words did nothing but amuse him and you rolled your eyes.

“Guys.” Thank God Rami saved the situation as Lucy tried to hide her giggles in Sophie’s neck.

“You wanted to talk to us?”

Rami nodded at Ben’s question, surrounding Lucy’s shoulder with his arm. “Yeah, uhm...”

“Do you remember how we never got to leave for our honeymoon, right?”, Lucy came in his help.

“I remember your complaints about it, yeah.”

Lucy’s smile grew even bigger at your words. “We’d organised this big trip to Europe but then...”

“Sophie happened”, Rami concluded.

You remember it clearly, but still you didn’t understand what was their point. When you turned towards Ben for a quick look, you were glad to see that he was just as confused as you. “And?”

Lucy and Rami exchanged another look as Sophie squeezed her duck. “We’d love to do that trip. As a gift for our first anniversary.” Oh no. Now you knew exactly where this was going.  

“’f course you understand that we can’t take such a trip with a one-year-old child.” Ben widened his eyes at Rami’s words. He was starting to understand too.

“So we wanna ask you”, Lucy started saying but she was interrupted by Rami. “We beg you.”

“Yeah”, Lucy nodded. “We beg you to take care of Sophie as we’re away. You guys are the only ones we trust.”

“Shit, man”, Ben murmured as he slipped his fingers through his hair. It was something he did when he was nervous. Right now he was extremely nervous and you just couldn’t believe what’d you just heard.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lucy narrowed her brows in worry. “Y/N, please. You know we cant trust our parents.”

“And we can’t trust Joe”, Rami added. Sophie limited herself to follow your conversation with a curious look.

You, on the other hand, still had to process their request. So you turned towards Ben only to find himself staring at you, horrified. “I’m sorry”, he said by picking his tongue out, licking his lower lip. “I’d love to do that. Really, I’d love to. But with her?”

“Oh so you don’t believe I’d be able to take care of a child?”

“I highly doubt it, yes. Let’s face the truth, ‘kay? We can barely stand each other.”

“And so what? It’s Sophie we are talking about.” You forced yourself to keep your tone low not to scare the child.

Ben exhaled deeply and quietly murmured something, so you moved your gaze back to the couple. “I’ll do it.” Now it was personal — you had to show that prick that you could take care of a baby, differently than he thought. With or without him.

Lucy’s smile was still uncertain as she looked at Ben. He seemed conflicted as he rubbed his hands, looking at you first and then at Sophie. His shoulders rise and lower as he sighed deeply, starting to nod his head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I’ll do it, too.”

Rami let out a relief laugh and he placed a kiss on Sophie’s head. Trying to ignore Ben, you stood up from the couch and leaned towards the baby. “Come to auntie, Soph.”

The baby reached up to you and you gladly picked her up, meeting Lucy’s eyes while doing so. “I owe you one.”

She surely did.

“Auntie Y/N will take care of you as mommy and daddy are away”, you whispered as you smiled back at her.

Sophie’s attention was caught by something behind you, her eyes widening in excitement. You knew who she was looking at even before turning around. It was crystal clear that Sophie loved Ben almost as much as he did. He gently caressed her cheek with a sweet smile on his face. “Hi, love.”

“Don’t make me regret it.” Your words were nothing but a whisper as you talked to Ben.

His jaw clenched as he fixed his green eyes on yours. “Sophie’s our priority now.”

“Yeah, exactly”, you said quietly. “So work your shit out.”

“Hey, Soph. What a bad aunt is auntie Y/N, right? She even swears in front of you.”

You rolled your eyes at Ben’s words and, making sure that Sophie wasn’t looking at you, you mouthed “Fuck off.”

Day One - Monday

Part of the deal was to move at Lucy and Rami’s place for the entire duration of their trip. It was mostly because you didn’t want Sophie to feel completely disoriented as her parents were away.

You murmured a series of “Huh-huh”, “‘kay” and “Yeah” as Lucy showed you were to find the diapers, the baby bath tub, the meals and the toys. She even revealed you a tip on how to calm her down when she was nervous.

Turns out that Sophie loved the noise of the kitchen hood.

For the whole time Ben chatted with Rami in the dining room, giving a look at Sophie sleeping in the playpen every now and then, and you truly hoped that he’d have given you some help in this. Things presaged nothing good.

“I’ll FaceTime you every night”, Lucy promised.

“You already said that.”

“The emergency numbers are on the kitchen peninsula.”

“I know, Luce. You showed me.” Your words came muffled at her ears as you hugged her. “Do I have your permission to kick Ben in the balls if he misbehaves?”

“You behave.” Lucy wiggled her nose as she giggled and turned towards Rami, who was standing right next to her.

He leaned towards you to give you a hug and he whispered to your hear “You have my permission.”

His words made you giggle and you gained a glaring from Ben. “What?”

“You smell of baby puke.”

You held back a middle finger as you waved at Lucy and Rami who were now walking away.

As their car disappeared from your sight, you silently closed the front door, trying not to wake Sophie up, and then turned towards Ben. “What?”, he asked by raising a brow in a questioning look.

“We need a schedule.”

Ben slowly blinked, giving you a confused look. “’m sorry?”

“Come with me.”

Five minutes later you were both sitting at the stools of the peninsula, one facing the other, with a beer on one hand and the awareness that it was going to be a very long week.

Ben took a sip of his drink as you twirled a marker between your fingers, looking at the blank white board. “Hopefully we’re gonna make it before Sophie turns two”, he commented with a smirk.

Half an hour. You’d been in his presence for half an hour and you already wanted to punch him. Nevertheless you ignored his comment, starting to write on the board as you said without looking at him “I work three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday from eight to twelve. This means that you’ll have to take care of Sophie all by yourself.”

When you looked up at him, his brows were narrowed. “What now?”, you asked in annoyance.

“I want free days, too.”

“I don’t have free days.”

“Yeah, but you go to work. Those ones count as free days.”

Sighing deeply helped you to keep calm. “Okay, then. What do you suggest?”

“Sunday night.”

“I’m not spending a Sunday night all by myself, Ben.”

His smirk was a hint on what his next comment was going to be. “I’m pretty sure that you spent lots of Saturday nights all by yourself, love. When was the last time you got laid?”

“Mind your own business”, you immediately replied.

Ben giggled at your reply and you tried not to stare at his lips as he took another sip of his beer. “And what if I don’t take any other free days? Only this Saturday night.”

His suggestion was reasonable — you bit your lower lip as you thought about it, narrowing your eyes. Why’d he do something like that?

That’s what you asked him. “Why?”

He limited himself to shrug at your question. Not that you were expecting an answer from him. “Fine, then. You got this Saturday night.”

A few moments of silence passed as you wrote on the board and the marker made a shrill sound at every word. “We didn’t think this through.”

Here we go again.

You couldn’t help but throw at him an annoyed glance, sighing deeply as you placed your elbows on the counter and leaned towards him. “Ben.”

“Share the place, both sleep-deprived? ’t sounds like a compelling psych experiment.”

“We cannot draw back now, ‘kay? We’re pretty deep in this.”

His green eyes stared at you for a few moments, still processing your words. It wasn’t a problem of yours if he had an issue with you. Both of you had agreed to do that — how could you say no to Rami and Lucy?

Ben exhaled deeply and leaned towards the back of the chair, moving his gaze away from you. You’d won the argument for now.

There were lots of other things to plan and to write down on the whiteboard and you were about to say it when a little squeak, followed by a little crying caught both yours and Ben’s attention. He gave you a disoriented look and you hurried to stand up, leaving the board still unfinished as you moved in the other room.

“Hi, honey. Hey.” Sophie was standing on the playpen, her beautiful eyes a bit teary.

Ben’d followed you to the room. “Hey, look at the sleepyhead.”

His expression had completely changed — he seemed another person when talking to Sophie and you could barely believe he was the same man who’d earlier told you you smelled like baby puke. Sophie reached up to him and he was about to walk towards her, but you placed a hand on his shoulder and said “Wait, don’t pick her up.”

His brows narrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because she needs to learn how to self-soothe.” Ben looked at you like if you were mad.

“She needs to what?” His yes were narrowed and they seemed even darker than usual.

“Self-soothe”, you repeated. “Soothe herself.”

Ben stuck out his tongue and gestured towards you. “And why’d she do that?”

“I read it, Ben. It’s important. Let’s just give it a minute.”

The way he shook his head made you believe that he thought you were nuts; nevertheless, he did as you said. So you were both standing right in front of the playpen, waiting for Sophie to calm down all alone.

But she didn’t, so an idea came up to your mind. “Five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away”, you started to sing in an uncertain voice. You looked at Ben with the corner of your eye and he had an amused smile on his face. “Mother duck said, ‘Quack, quack, quack, quack’ but only four little ducks came back.”

“One, two, three, four. Four little ducks went out one day...” Ben’d started to sing along with you as you tried to impress Sophie with your dance moves. “I don’t remember it”, he whispered to you.

Sophie wasn’t particularly impressed by your singing skills, given that she was still softly crying. The sight of her teary eyes’d become unbearable so — unlike what you’d told Ben — you leaned towards her and picked her up. “I think she’s hungry. Yup, I’m gonna feed her. Let’s go eat, love.”

“I though we weren’t picking her up!”, you heard Ben saying as you walked away.

Day Two - Tuesday

Sophie’d fallen asleep in your arms. Her beautiful blonde hair made her seem angelic as she dreamed and you gently grazed her cheek. You didn’t want her to wake up because of you, but it was impossible not to caress her when se looked so peaceful.

Eventually you forced yourself to let her sleep in peace and you decided to get some work done. You’d been highlighting titles over titles for an hour when you heard the front door unlocking.

Shortly after Ben came into your view and you placed a finger on your lips, silently telling him not to wake Sophie up. His eyes immediately went to the baby sleeping in your arms and his features relaxed at that view. Then he looked up at you with an expression that you’d never seen in his face. Not when he looked at you.

But he quickly looked away, carrying the bags into the kitchen before joining you in the dining room.

He sat far from you, but on the same couch. You could feel his gaze following your movements as you tried to get your work done, and when you looked at him you noticed a strand of golden hair that had fallen on his forehead.

“What you up to?” His words were nothing but a whisper.

You gave a quick look at Sophie before turning your gaze to him. “Some paperwork.”

“Right, work.” His tone made you narrow your brows.

And even though the grey sweater that he was wearing made you feel things, you ignored those feelings and asked “Why did you say it with such irony?”

“You run a bookstore.” As if it was an explanation.

“And what with that?”

If Ben’d realised that his words might’ve hurt you, he didn’t show it. “It’s a bookstore.”

“I love my job, you asshole.”

Then you suddenly realised that Ben was just teasing you. The little smirk on his face couldn’t be misunderstood. “Language, love. Last thing we need is Sophie’s first word to be ‘asshole’.”

You shook your head in amusement and even though you were trying so hard not to, your gaze fell to his lips. It’d happened many times for you to think about his lips, how soft they seemed to be. Usually Ben’d dampen those moment with a jab of his or a perv comment just to drive you nuts. But not this time.

“Ben?”

By hearing your whispers Ben moved his gaze from your lips to your eyes. “Yeah?”

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you did it anyways. “Do you smell that?”

His brows narrowed in confusion. You nodded towards Sophie, who was still sleeping peacefully, and Ben leaned towards the baby to sniff on her. “Oh my God.” His face twitched in disgust and he quickly leaned back.

“Did she finally—“

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. I think she... She sure did.” The expression on his face was hilarious.

“Ben”, you said with an amused smile.

When he turned towards you, in his face there still was a disgusted expression. “What?”

“Don’t be a pussy. It’s just poop.” Ben sighed and you giggled.

But then it was time for you to change her diaper. Sophie laid in the changing table, looking at the two of you with a little smile on her face. The problem was, neither of you had the courage to face all that poop. “Remind me again why we agreed on this”, you whispered.

Ben gave you the typical ‘what’d I say?’ look but said “Because we are great friends and now Rami and Lucy owe us a big one.”

“And because we love Sophie”, you added.

Ben slowly nodded at your words, a tiny smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, we love this little one.”

“And because uncle Benny’s the best”, you started by taking a step away from him. “He’s gonna be the one to change your diaper. Right, Sophie? Isn’t he the best?”

“What?”

“Oh c’mon, Ben.”

Ben threw his hands in the air. “Why me?”

“Why me?”

Ben sighed again. “Let’s make a team effort, ‘kay?”

You just couldn’t say no when he showed you his puppy eyes. Bastard. “Fine”, you gave up. “I’ll undress her.”

As you unbuttoned her bodysuit, Sophie gave you a big smile. “You’re lucky I love you”, you whispered to her and you heard Ben giggle behind you.

When she was finally free from her leotard, you turned towards Ben. “Your turn.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, already. C’mon.”

He stood right next to you. “It’s a weird smell, right?”

“Why do you always complain? Go ahead.”

“Fine, fine. It can’t be that hard, can it?” He gave you a hopeful look and you giggled.

“It’s something you can take off the checklist”, you said as you tried to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah.” He carefully approached his hands on the diaper but it was crystal clear the fact that he had no idea how to do it.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. It’s not a bra that I’m taking off a girl, it’s a diaper.” The way he underlined the last words made you laugh.

“It’s not a surgery, just undo the tabs.”

Ben’s hands, so big compared to the little Sophie, were now following your instructions. As soon as the tabs were undone and Sophie was finally free from the dirty diaper, the smell came to you even stronger than before. “Oh my God.”

“What’d I tell you?”, Ben asked with a disgusted expression.

“It’s burning my eyes.”

“We have to clean her up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Trying not to throw up, you quickly took Ben’s place. “Can you please me hand me the baby wipes?”

As you gently held Sophie’s feet up not to dirty her and to clean her better, you hurried to get rid of all that smelling poop. “She didn’t eat enough to produce that”, Ben commented as he watched you.

“Stop it or I’ll throw up.” You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder and Ben smiled back at you. “Another one, please.”

Wiper after wiper, you finally managed to get her clean. Yours and Ben’s reaction did nothing but amuse Sophie, who was giggling with the biggest smile on her face. “Are you having fun, huh?”

“She’s as wit as her mother”, Ben whispered.

After getting rid of the dirty diaper and having Sophie clean and fragrant, you picked her up from the changing table. “What do you say, Sophie? You want uncle Ben?”

“Didn’t hear that”, Ben tried to cut himself off.

“I did hear it, though. Go to uncle Ben, my love.” Sophie reached up to him and Ben grabbed her, giving her the biggest smile you’d ever seen. As you tried to tidy up the room, you heard Ben saying as he walked away “Say Uncle Ben. It’s easy, love. B-e-n.”

Day three - Wednesday

The house was silent. Too silent. That’s why you tried to close the front door as quietly as possible — maybe Sophie was sleeping. Or maybe Ben was. All the bags and books you took home from work were long forgotten on the table as you checked every room of the ground floor to find them.

As you walked upstairs the theme song of Peppa Pig came crystal clear to your ears. It was the hint you needed to know exactly where they were.

“Wow, that was a really good episode.” Who was Ben talking to?

But, more importantly, was he really talking about Peppa Pig?

“Y’know, what I really love about Peppa is that even when everything seems to go wrong and they scr— blow, they blow things up, this funny man keeps saying ‘Oh dear’ or ‘Look out’.” His words made you giggle but you tried not to make any noise.  “Auntie Y/N should follow my example, don’t you think? I’m such a good uncle, right Soph?”

You were now standing against the doorframe, watching Ben sprawled on the soft ottoman as he talked to Sophie in a very serious tone, gesturing towards her. The little girl seemed to follow his conversation, letting out little squeaks of excitement every now and then.

“Too bad that aunt Y/N is way better than you.”

Ben turned towards you by hearing your words and gave you a lazy smile. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear you talking about Peppa Pig. Oh dear!”

You loved to tease him.

“Oh, shut up.” Despite his words, Ben was smiling in amusement.

You took a few steps towards the baby, kneeling in front of her. “Hi, love. How did uncle Ben treat you, uh? Was he good?”

“I’m the best. Look at her, she’s ecstatic.” Sophie squeaked in excitement, trying to say something as she proved Ben’s point.

“What do you think of a bath? Would you like that?”

Once again, Sophie mumbled some incomprehensible words. They made sense to her, though. “Is that a yes?”, you asked Ben, who limited himself to shake his head as if saying ‘I really have no idea.’

Not being able to decipher Sophie’s words, you took them as a yes. Sophie was now in Ben’s arms as you prepared everything to bath her. Every now and then you threw them a few looks from above your shoulder only to find Ben being completely focused on her, trying to make her giggle by tickling her.

“How was work?”, he asked you as you both waited for the tub to fill up.

You bit your lower lip and gave him an amused look. “Oh, now you care?”

“I was just trying to make conversation”, he quickly replied and shrugged.

His words made you sigh deeply, shutting the faucet and checking the water temperature. “’t was fine, I guess. A bit exhausting. Thanks for asking.”

Sophie loved water. Literally, she loved it. She got all excited when taking a bath and started to spray the water everywhere. Needless to say that both you and Ben were soaking wert as you tried to clean her up. “C’mon, Soph. Just wait for a second”, you almost begged.

“Where the hell is the bloody duck she loves so much”, Ben murmured as he looked for the toy everywhere in the bathroom.

“Language, Ben.”

Ben laughed. Hard. It was probably the first time you heard him laughing like that and you loved that sound. “That’s rich coming from you.”

You mimicked him and gave him a look as you held Sophie. He was sticking out his tongue like he used to do, a proud smile on his face as he held Sophie’s duck. “Look what uncle Ben found, love.”

Sophie became even more excited at the sight of her toy, trying to take it from Ben’s hands when he came closer to you. “Would you hold her? I need to remove all the foam with the shower head.”

He didn’t hesitate to answer “Yeah, sure.” So he gently grabbed her and lifted her, holding her far from his body as he waited for you to wash her.

“Look, Sophie. Uncle Ben’s afraid of getting wet.” If Sophie protested when Ben got her out of the tub, now she was relaxing under the jet of the water.

“I’m already wet.” Dangerous choice of words.

“Then”, you started in an angelic tone. “You wouldn’t mind if I did this, right?” You splashed a bit of water in his face.

Ben was tempted to retract from the jet but Sophie needed to be cleaned. So he bit his lower lip and said in an amused tone “You’re lucky I’m holding the baby.”

“Or what?”

You giggled at the look he gave you and you wrapped Sophie in her bathrobe, taking her from Ben’s arms and holding her close to your chest. “You can’t revenge now. I’m holding the baby.”

“I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”

You gently rubbed Sophie’s back, leaving a few kisses on her cheeks as you told Ben “Nice movie quote.”

Day Four - Thursday

“Okay, Sophie. I’m almost done, hold on.” The baby food you’d lovingly prepared for the little girl looked nothing like Lucy’s. It tasted good, though. You made sure of it before taking a seat in front of her, ready to feed her.

“She’s not a food critic, she’s a one-year-old”, Ben commented as he watched you. He was leaning against the stool, his arms crossed in his chest as he gave you a sceptic look. Each passing day did nothing but confirm you that he only wore black. The dark hoodie he was wearing was a proof of that.

“She might not be a food critic but sure as hell she doesn’t like my cooking.” And it was true — no matter how much you tried to make her open her mouth and eat her food, she just wouldn’t. “C’mon, Soph. It tastes so good, you’ll love it.”

Ben loudly giggled from where he was standing. “She had the guts to tell you that your cooking sucks.”

“My cooking is amazing. You ate almost half of the roast beef that day at the party”, you protested.

Ben raised a brow. “Did you cook it?”

“’f course I did.” You tried again to feed Sophie but all you managed to do was to get her dirty. You groaned in frustration and sighed deeply.

Five seconds later your attention was caught by the ringing of Ben’s phone. He took it from his pocket and gave a look at the screen before moving his green eyes on you. You raised your brow in a silent question and he bit his lips, walking out of the room and getting the phone out in the backyard.

Sophie finally ate the first spoonful of her meal and as you slowly fed her, your mind started to run wild. Who was he talking to? Was it one of his dates? But then you convinced yourself that it was none of your business.

“Good girl, Soph. Do you like it? Is it good?”, you whispered as you wiped her mouth. Sophie clapped her hands in excitement and it made you genuinely smiled. “Where’s mommy? Say mommy. Mommy”, you repeated slowly for her to understand.

A few minutes had passed before Ben came back into the room. “Did she eat?”

“Just a little bit”, you replied without looking at him.

“She doesn’t like your cooking for real, huh?” Ben was just teasing you but, for a reason that you didn’t know yet, you were pissed at him.

So as you put away the plate on the sink you limited to say “Huh-huh.”

“Y/N?” As you heard him calling you by your name you gave him a quick look. His brows were narrowed in a frown.

“What?”

“What’s wrong?” It was probably the first time that Ben was concerned about you.

You sighed and you turned towards him, drying your hands. “Let’s establish a rule.”

“What rule?” He gave you a confused look.

“The week’s almost over. Let’s spend it peacefully.”

He gestured with his hand while saying “Is that the rule?”

You were starting to get used to the tiny lines forming around his eyes whenever he narrowed them in a confused expression. “No. The rule is that we don’t get to bring dates here in this house. Not around Sophie. I know it’s hard for you to hold on for a whole week, but you’ve got this Saturday night off.”

It was for Sophie’s sake, right?

“Wha— is it because of the phone call?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Ben quickly rubbed his eyes, taking a step towards you. “It was Joe.”

Oh.

You stuttered before saying “It’s the principle that matters.”

“Fine. No dates here.”

A nod is all you gave him as a confirmation before turning towards Sophie. Giving her a better look you said “Ben.”

“Hum?” He followed your gaze to the kid and his eyes widened. “She’s making the look.”

“Yeah, that’s the look”, you confirmed. Not shortly after Sophie started to cry. Loudly and uncontrollably. “Your turn”, you told Ben as you stepped aside.

You heard him sighing as he picked her up, rocking her gently on his chest as he tried to soothe her. “C’mon, be good for uncle Ben”, he whispered as he started to walk around the room.

Your gaze ran over the kitchen and it fell on the hood. “I’ve got an idea.”

Ben limited himself to give you a questioning look and you gestured towards the hood. Still, he didn’t understand. Right, he wasn’t with you when Lucy told you that Sophie loved the noise of the hood. “C’mere”, you whispered as you turned on the extractor fan.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, but he did as you told him.

Now Sophie was softly crying and you tapped Ben on his shoulder, making him sign to lean closer to the hood. The kid’s attention was immediately caught by the noise. Even though she’d stopped crying, her eyes were still a bit teary. It was working.

“Rock her”, you whispered.

Ben looked at you. His green eyes were fixed on yours and you suddenly realised that you were close. Maybe too close. Your chest was touching his arm and his face was just a few inches away from yours. Once again your gaze fell to his lips and for the first time you didn’t care if you were staring at him.

But then Ben cleared his voice and moved his gaze to Sophie. As he gently rocked her he started to sing in a soft voice, trying to get her to sleep “But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.”

You had to cover your mouth not to burst out into laughter. “What are you doing?”

“Everybody loves Radiohead.”

Day Five - Friday

“You went groceries literally three days ago. I can’t believe you forgot all this stuff”, you complained as looked at the shelves.

The three of you had gotten in the supermarket not even fifteen minutes ago and your shopping cart was already full. “’s not like I know what’s on Lucy and Rami’s pantry.”

Ben was pushing the cart without paying attention to what you put in it — his eyes were for Sophie only. She was in a good mood and Ben did nothing but improve the situation by playing with her.

“Does she like peaches?” You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder.

Ben was in a good mood, too, given that he gave you a big smile. Maybe you should go often together to the grocery store.

“Why don’t you ask her?”, he proposed.

Opening a jar of peach jelly, you made her smell it. She wiggled her nose in a disgusted expression and she shook her head. “You don’t like it, huh?”

“Huh-huh”, she replied and her expression made you giggle.

“Told you”, Ben said. “She’s as wit as her mother.”

Sophie smelled at least other three other flavours before picking her favorite — apricot. “Really? Apricot?”

“Apricots are a gift from God.” Ben’s words surprised you.

You had a stupid smile on your face as you said “D’ya like them?”

“I love them.” He underlined the word ‘love’ and you shook your head in amusement.

“Y/N?” Hearing that someone was calling you by your name, you turned your back to Ben to face the stranger.

“Nick?” One of your friends from college — whom you hadn’t seen in forever — was standing right in front of you.

“Wow, I thought I was wrong”, you heard him saying as he hugged you.

You couldn’t tell why, but you felt uncomfortable.

“It’s me”, you said with a nervous smile.

Nick’s gaze moved behind you and you followed him. “Is she—?”

“Huh?”

Nick cleared his voice. “Is she your daughter?”

“Wha— no! No, no. Ehm, she’s Lucy’s. And he’s Ben.”

“His husband”, Ben added with a polite smile.

You parted your lips in a confused expression as he shook Nick’s hand. “He’s not—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence that Ben asked him “College mates, right?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah. Haven’t seen each other in forever, though.”

“Yeah”, you confirmed. The truth was that you were still trying to process Ben’s lie.

“How long have you guys been married? I didn’t know anything about it.”

Ben smirked at Nick’s question. He moved next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, giving you the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face. His cologne smelled so good that it almost made you forget his lie.

Did he want to play that game? Fine by you.

As he held you close to him, your arm surrounded his hips and you faked a smile. “Oh, just for a few months. It was a small ceremony”, Ben said with a fake smile and you pinched him. A low, deep groan came from his throat but your actions had the opposite effect you wanted to provoke.

Ben was amused.

Even though Nick was still there, you’d almost forgotten about him. “Oh, it sounds so cool. I’m so happy about you guys.”

Thankfully you both didn’t get the chance to answer him because Sophie started to squeak in excitement at the sight of a dog. You took the chance to slip away from Ben’s grip and you approached the kid as you said to Nick with an apologetic smile “’m sorry, Nick. We’re kinda in a hurry. It was nice seeing you again.”

As Nick walked away you nudged Ben. “Idiot. C’mon, push the cart.”

“Don’t be such a bossy, wifey.”

You playfully pushed him away when he tried to come closer to you and then you asked “What was that?”

Ben smirked. “I was just making sure you wouldn’t bring any dates home.”

Since when Lucy and Rami’s place had become home?

Even though you’d spent the last week together, the grocery store gave you the opportunity to fin out new things about him. Like the fact that he likes cereal with no milk or thwart he would gladly mop the floor a hundred times rather than loading the dishwasher.

Once gotten home, you also found out that he hated making two trips while carrying the bags. And he made it very clear by complaining the whole time.

“What do you want for dinner?”, you asked as you hoped you were guessing right where to put all the food you’d bought.

Ben was taking care of Sophie as you tidied the pantry. His voice came muffled as he proposed from the other room “How about we order a pizza?”

“Yeah, fine.”

Where the hell did Lucy put the mayonnaise?

You were still trying to unload the groceries in the kitchen when you heard Ben’s voice. “Y/N?”

The tone of his voice made you worry. “Yeah?”

“She’s walking.” Maybe you misheard him.

“What?”

“She’s walking!”

The bags forgotten right in the middle of the kitchen almost made you stumble as you hurried to move to the dining room. Ben had his back to you, his arms arms stretched out towards the baby.

Sophie was standing on her own feet and a big smile was printed on her face. “Oh my God she’s walking.”

Ben gave you a quick look by hearing your whispers and you noticed a big, enthusiastic smile on his face. He was genuinely happy and for the first time ever the idea of Ben as a dad didn’t seem too abstract.

“Come to auntie, Soph. Come.” Her attention was caught by you and Ben quickly moved behind her, ready to catch her if she fell.

Step by step, Sophie came to you and hugged you with so much love that you almost cried. You couldn’t help but kiss her and as you still held her in your arms you told Ben “FaceTime Lucy. She’ll kill us if she misses it.”

Five minutes later, the three of you sat on the carpet and Lucy was waving at you with a toothy smile on her face. “Hi my love! Hi Sophie!”

“Where’s Rami?”, Ben asked her. He didn’t want his friend to miss it.

“Ugh”, Lucy gave a quick look behind her, probably looking for his husband. “He’s probably taking a shower. How are you guys? How’s my baby?”

“We’re fine. But you gotta take a look at this.” You just couldn’t hold the excitement in your tone. Lucy was beyond excited at your words — you could see it from her eyes. “Just wait a sec.”

Ben stood up as you gave him a pat on the shoulder and he moved right in front of you, far enough for Sophie to take a few steps on her own. The camera was now turned towards him, showing his arms stretched out towards the baby. “Come to uncle Ben, Sophie. C’mere”, he encouraged her.

Lucy narrowed her brows. “Y/N what—”

“Just wait”, you cut her off. “C’mon, Soph. Go to uncle Ben.”

Sophie’s eyes gave you an excited look and she clapped her hands. She slowly leaned towards the sofa, holding on it as she struggled to get on her own feet. When she finally did, Lucy’s eyes were widened and her lips were forming a perfect ‘O’ before whispering “Oh my God.”

When Sophie started to take little steps towards Ben — who’d the biggest smile on his face as he made sure Sophie wouldn’t fall — Lucy said out loud “Rami! For the love of God, Rami! Come here!”

Her excited tone made you chuckle and you heard a loud thud from the other side of the call. Ben heard it too and gave you a quick, confused look before moving his gaze back to the baby.

Rami was now standing right next to Lucy, his hair wet and his eyes widened in confusion. But then he saw his daughter walking on her own feet and he looked at Lucy with so much love that it almost made you cry.

Inevitably your gaze fell to Ben, who was now hugging Sophie and whispering “You did really good, love. You did great.”

The sight of a sweet, soft Ben made you think about your situation. Maybe, after all, spending all that time together had improved your relationship. Or maybe you were just fantasising.

Day Six - Saturday

It’d been a hell of a night. Sophie cried for most of it and it was impossible for you to understand why, given that she still couldn’t talk. Both you and Ben tried to calm her down with anything, but not even the hood kicked in.

Eventually she fell asleep at 8AM and as she rested peacefully in her bedroom, you realised you might as well stay awake. As you were about to make you a coffee, you heard footsteps approaching you.

Ben was rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to force himself to stay awake. His hair was messier than usual and the shirt he used as pjs was wrinkled.

“Did you check on her?”, you asked in a low tone. To be honest, you felt like shit.

He cleared his voice and nodded his head ‘yes’, taking a seat on the stool of the peninsula. “She’s sleeping.” His tone was just as low as yours.

Sophie had worn you both out.

“Would you like a coffe?”

By giving him a look from above his shoulder, you noticed he was nodding. “Yeah, thanks.”

Five minutes later you were sitting one right in front of the other, just like the very first day. This time he hadn’t the strength to throw jabs at you, though.

“Thank god it’s Saturday.” His sea-glass eyes stared at you for a few seconds.

The hotness of the cup of coffee was warming you cold hands. “Yeah. We did it, right?”

“Yeah... but I’m never doing it again.”

You narrowed your brows at his tone. “Why?”

Ben gave you a condescending look. “If you haven’t noticed, running a baby’s not like running a bookstore.”

“Are we back at it again?”, you asked in an annoyed tone.

Ben started to gesture. “They’re a mess. They pee on things. They bite and they poop a lot.”

“They’re babies.”

And then Ben snapped. You knew that sooner or later he would’ve, because it was Ben we’re talking about. “I had plans this week. Business meetings. I gave up everything to give you a hand with it and play this part.”

“I never asked you to do it! I never asked for your help. And ‘play this part’? Are you serious, Ben? That’s what this is to you?” Hopefully Sophie wouldn’t wake up. As much as you were both trying to keep your tone low, you were in the middle of an argument.

“We’re living in the same house, watching over a kid that isn’t ours and we’re acting like we’re married but we are not.”

“So you’ve been pretending, huh. Have you been pretending with Sophie?” Bet stuck his tongue out, slipping his fingers through his hair as he usually did when he was nervous or upset. And right now he was both. “No, I love Sophie.”

“So just me, then.” It was destroying you the fact that your words sounded like a whine, but you were hurt.

Ben narrowed his brows in a confused expression and his lips parted. “Y/N—“

“You know what, Ben? I shouldn’t have said yes. I should’ve known that you and I aren’t the ideal pairing to take care of a baby. I knew we weren’t a good pairing at all when you left me alone in my fucking car two years ago.” You finally had the chance to tell him how much he hurt you when he screwed up your first blind date. He had to know how much it had influenced your relationship.

“It’s been two years ago!” He threw his arms in the air.

“Yeah, and look at us now. You could’ve just told me you didn’t feel like it, but no. You had to be a dick.”

“’m sorry if I didn’t feel like going to a blind date a month after I broke up with my long-term girlfriend.” Now he was being sarcastic.

And now you were really mad. “How the fuck was I supposed to know!” Your tone was higher than you expected so you took a deep breath to calm down, not wanting to wake Sophie up. “It was my first date in a year. I never let Lucy set me up for dates but for the first time I did. I did and I regret it. Look how it ended up.”

“I told Rami not to do it.”

“I don’t care, Ben. You could’ve managed it better. All you did instead was calling another girl as you were with me, because all you care about is getting laid.” Even though your tone was low, your words were ice cold.

Ben slowly shook his head, his hurt expression quickly replaced by the one you knew so well. “You shouId get Iaid yourself. Except to have sex, you gotta find somebody who can stand you first.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah”, he muttered as he stood up.

“You know what? Take all the fucking Saturday as your free day because I can’t even stand looking at you right now.”

And he did. The day went by and Ben hadn’t come back yet. You were trying to convince yourself that you could do it on your own for another day. Sophie seemed to understand that your mood wasn’t one of the best and she behaved like she never did before. She even ate all her meal, which was new to you.

Lucy called at some stage in the evening and she showed you the amazing architecture of Florence. It seemed like they were having a good time and there was no point in making them worry, so you didn’t even mention Ben.

But she did. “Where’s Ben?”

You rubbed your nose, trying to find a believable excuse for his absence. “He went to the grocery’s.”

“How many groceries are you guys buying? It looks like you spend whole days at the mall.”

“No, uh — we ran out of ketchup. We’re having burgers tonight, ketchup is essential.”

She seemed to notice that something was wrong — here brows were narrowed and her eyes were giving you a condescending look. Yet, she didn’t say anything and you closed the call a few minutes after.

It was night by now and Sophie was finally sleeping. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t fall asleep. That’s why you spent almost half an hour channel surfing, ending up watching Love Island. In extremis...

But then the click of the look caught your attention and even though you hadn’t yet turned towards the front door, you knew it was Ben. His cologne couldn’t have been mistaken.

You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder only to meet his beautiful, puppy eyes. Even though you were still pissed at him, you couldn’t keep ignoring your feelings.

He sat right next to you, remaining quiet for the first few seconds. It was him who broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said those things” you whispered as you turned towards him.

His elbows were resting on his thighs as he rubbed his hands together. “You were right, I’ve been a prick. I should’ve talked to you back then. You would’ve understood the situation.”

“Yeah...”

“And I’m sorry I’ve been distant all this time. I knew I fucked things up that day in your car and when I realised it I... it was too late. I just wanted you to like me back, but you wouldn’t have. Not after how I treated you.”

“But I did! I still do, Ben.”

And it was the truth. No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself that you despised him and that you just didn’t get along. You liked him.

His green eyes were staring at your lips for the umpteenth time that week, but this time was different because Ben placed his own on yours. His hand was resting on your neck and the softness of his touch gave you the goosebumps. When you leaned towards him to deepen the kiss, his touch became even more secure as he come closer to you.

You’d fantasised many times on how it’d feel to kiss Ben, but now that you were really doing it, it exceeded all expectations.

When you leaned back from his lips, a big smile appeared on his face. One of the smiles he reserved for Sophie only. You snuggled against him, his arm surrounding your waist as he kept your body close to yours.

There were tons of situations yet to be clarified, but you both stood quiet for the rest of the night, bodies close but hearts even closer.

Day Seven — Sunday

Last day. On one hand you were sorry to leave Sophie — you’d gotten used to her habits and rhythms, but on the other hand you couldn’t wait to go back to your old life. 

Scratch that.

You couldn’t wait to go back to your new life with Ben.

“You done? They’re almost here”, Ben told you as he held Sophie.

As you put the duck away, the one that Sophie loved so much and that drove you insane, you nodded your head ‘yes’. “Yeah. The house should be okay.”

And now the three of you were waiting on the porch for Lucy and Rami to come home. Sophie was beyond excited to meet her parents again and she showed it by walking around the house. Ben had to follow her everywhere, given that she wasn’t still 100% steady on her feet.

“Here they are!”, you told Sophie who was walking around the dining room. “Mom and daddy are here, Soph!”

She clapped her hands, making Ben chuckle as he accompanied her to the front door where you were standing. His green eyes met yours as a loud thud came from Lucy and Rami’s car, who were now shutting the doors and hurrying inside.

Lucy’s eyes immediately went to her daughter, who was standing on her own feet right in front of you. She hugged her, kissed her and held her close to her chest as she whispered lovely words. Rami left a soft kiss on her head before looking up to you and Ben.

When he noticed that you were standing right next to each other with bigs smiles on your faces, he narrowed his eyes and smirked. “What did I miss?”

“Uhm — nothing, really.” But the look Ben gave you made you chuckle. Rami was more than sure that he missed a lot, especially when Ben’s arm surrounded your waist.

“Oh wow”, Lucy whispered as she stood up, holding her baby in her arms. “You guys need to fill me in on what happened between you two.”

“Sophie happened”, you said with a sweet smile, looking at the baby who was in awe for her mother.

”Y’know”, Rami started saying. “You’d make great parents. Sophie loves you guys.”

“Yeah”, Ben murmured. “Maybe someday.”

[pinkja]

Waiting (Nora Harris x Female Reader)

Nora promised you a night of romance, but you’ve been left waiting, and your nerves are quickly rising.

(P.S., Nora’s southern in this bc of wish fulfillment)

Tw for cursing, and suggestive themes.

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You would never say it aloud, but feeing Nora’s arms around you when you woke up was one of the best feelings in the world. You loved feeling her fingers trace patterns on your stomach, a habit developed after a lot of sleepless nights. You loved the feeling of her breath on the back of your neck like a ghost, little snores leaving her mouth every so often, which she always denied when you asked.

It wasn’t often that you woke up to Nora next to you, her busy schedule keeping her away from your sight.

Today, however, you felt her grip on you tighten as you awoke. A small groan passed her lips as she sat up and leaned over you, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You gave her a small smile, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Nora?” God, your voice sounds horrible in the morning. You cleared your throat and spoke again. “What are you still doing here, baby?” You placed your hand over the one on your stomach and laced you fingers together. Looking over at your alarm clock, you checked the time and looked back at Nora with furrowed eyebrows.

“Just wanted to spend some extra time with you, ‘s all.” Nora whispered in your ear, planting another kiss right below it. Goodness gracious, Nora and that accent of hers really did do something to you.

“Mm… you’ll get in trouble. You know the raid’s coming up soon…” You reminded her, causing Nora to frown.

“Let’s not talk about work right now.” She turned you towards her and pulled you close. “Please, bae?” She added for extra effect. You smiled at the pet name and nodded.

“Well, I can’t say your gesture has gone unappreciated.” You rubbed her back and tickled her side a bit, causing Nora to giggle and push your hand away. “I just wish we could do this everyday…” You pouted, giving Nora a kiss on the nose.

“I can’t promise you that. However, I can tell you that I have a surprise for you.” You perked up at the statement, leaning your head on your hand.

“What is it? What is it?” You repeated excitedly, and Nora found comfort in your smile.

“Can’t tell you.” She said cheekily, and you wanted to hit her with a pillow. She saw you deflate and let out a laugh. “Aw, hun, don’t worry. If it’s any consolation, you’ll get your surprise tonight.” You groaned and pushed her shoulder.

“You’re such a tease, I swear.” Nora started drumming her fingers on your hip. “Can I at least get a hint?” You pleaded, staring up at her with wide eyes.

“Hmm…” Nora looked up in fake thought. “Fine. The surprise is somewhere in this place.” You gave Nora a wide smile and went to kiss her, but she held you away by your shoulder. “But you can’t have it until I get back.” You pursed you lips in dissatisfaction. “Don’t worry, baby. Tonight it’ll be just us. No interruptions. No work. Just you,” she kissed your left cheek, “and me,” then your right. You couldn’t help your growing smile at her words.

“Promise?” Nora nodded, pushing stray hairs out of your face.

She placed her lips close to your ear. “I could always give you a preview of what’s in store, y’know…” Her voice got dangerously low, and before you could even register what was happening, Nora pushed you flat onto the bed and hovered over you, kissing you with fever and passion. You relished in it, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her ever so closer. You wrapped a leg around her as she moved her hands downward. With a slip of her tongue into your mouth, Nora was so close to pulling your shirt off before the ring of her alarm sounded throughout the bedroom.

“You sure I can’t tempt you to stay?” You murmured against her lips, stealing another kiss from her.

Nora separated from you with a groan, placing your forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, baby…” She placed a hand onto your cheek and you leaned into her touch.

“It’s ok. Besides, it’s only a preview, right?” Nora gave you a smile full of gratitude and rolled off of you, shutting the alarm off as she got out of bed. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and when she got back, you watched her get dressed in a dark cami, a green hoodie with cut off sleeves that you always loved seeing her in, some dark cargo pants, and her signature boots. She smoothed her hair out in the mirror before walking back to you. Kneeling on the side of the bed, she ran her fingers up and down your arm.

“I love you, (y/n).” She gave you another kiss, quicker this time, but she still lingered after a few seconds.

“You ok?” You asked her, a bit of concern present in your voice. Nora nodded, a smile creeping it’s way onto her face. You loved her smile so much.

“I just love you, ‘s all.” She gave you another kiss before standing back up.

“I love you too, babe. Now hurry up. You’re already running late and I need your day to be over so I can get my surprise.” You pushed her playfully towards the door.

“Yes ma’am.” Nora let out another laugh and left you alone with a promise that she’d be back as soon as she could.

You slept until the afternoon, but found yourself thinking about what the surprise was. Nora aught to know you enough by now to know that you were going to look for her gift while she was gone, so she must’ve left it in the house for you on purpose. The question was, where?

So you searched. It didn’t take a long look in the nightstand to find a note stuck to the back of the drawer. You removed the tape, freeing the note from it’s captivity before opening it. There was a 1 on the top left corner.

It was Nora’s handwriting, no doubt about that.

Hey baby. I know you were going to search for my surprise for you, so I set up this sorta in-house scavenger hunt to set everything up! You should be finished with it by the time I get back, but please don’t try and rush yourself! Your next clue is somewhere we spend a lot of downtime.

(Also I suck at clues so good luck!) Love ya!!!

Nora.

You smiled at your girlfriend’s self awareness, wondering when she had the time to set this whole thing up without you noticing, and placed the note on top of the dresser.

A place you spend a lot of downtime. You thought about it.

Well, there was the bedroom, but you doubt that she would put two notes in the same room.

It could be the bathroom. You did like spending a lot of time doing Nora’s hair and vice versa. You walked into the bathroom, opening the cabinet under the sink, only finding hair products and sanitary items. With a huff, you closed the cabinet and searched through the medicine cabinet next. As soon as you opened it, another note fell out. You picked it up and opened it with a wide smile, eyes landing on the number 2 at the top left corner.

So you’ve find my next note! Maybe a little too quickly T-T… But never mind! I just want to remind you how pretty and beautiful and kind and smart you are and how I love you with my entire heart! For your next clue, you’ll need to think back to the first time we danced.

Sorry about the many, many times I stepped on your feet,

Nora.

You smiled once again, thinking back. The first time you and Nora ever danced was when she took you on your first date. It was years back, when you were both silly teenagers with blooming crushes on each other, too shy to say anything. You two had found an old music shop, and after clearing the area of Infected, you sat in there for hours, listening to old vinyls and wondering about the world before. Nora had suddenly stood up and asked you to dance, and you could still remember the look on her face. The way she avoided eye contact, rubbed the back of her head, and held her hand out with a face hotter than the sun. You accepted, and you both danced clumsily, but you had fun, and that’s all that mattered.

“I don’t think she’d want me to travel all the way to that same music store. She did say it was an in-house hunt after all.” You tapped your foot on the floor. Then it came to you. “The record player!”

You went into the living room where the record player sat, waiting to be fixed by Nora. You remembered how happy she was when she brought it in, gushing about how she couldn’t wait till it was done so you two could listen to old jazz together. By the looks of it though, she was done with it. You opened the box and picked up the note that was neatly placed inside, the number 3 waiting on you at the top left.

Yay! You found my note again! I hope you like the record player. I stayed up all night last weekend to finish it. Feel free to use it however you like, it is for us after all. Your next clue is easy, but to get it, you have to eat something first! And relax! Don’t worry about me. I’ll try my best to eat something at work. Just focus on taking care of yourself, baby.

I can’t wait to dance with you again!

Nora.

Your heart swelled at the care your girl had for you.

Deciding to listen to her, you went to go take a bath before eating, finding yourself too preoccupied with waiting for Nora to be hungry. You sat in the tub for a while, once again thinking about what Nora had in store for you.

She hadn’t been acting strange lately. She wasn’t sneaking out at night or being secretive.

You two haven’t been able to spend much time together since Isaac was planning on raiding the Scars, but you never once complained, at least you think you didn’t.

Maybe this was just a way to make up for that. Maybe it was Nora just being kind and wanting to make up for not being there for you. She probably just wanted you to have a nice, relaxing day, and you’re just overthinking things like you usually do.

Realizing that you would just overthink yourself to death, you decided to focus on something else, like the first time you had sat in this tub with Nora.

It was one of your truly intimate moments together, holding each other close and realizing just how much you loved one another.

Nora had a simply awful day and you could see it in her eyes just how tired she was. So you decided to be bold and plan a bath for her. It wasn’t anything fancy, limited resources in the stadium making wasting them on simple things like that a bit difficult, although you wouldn’t really refer to it as a waste. You lit a candle in fair condition and did your best to make Nora comfortable, helping her out of her clothes and giving her a massage to ease her ever growing tension. With a red face and a stutter in her voice, she had asked you to join her, and you happily obliged, holding her close to your chest once you were settled comfortably. She ended up falling asleep in your arms, a content smile on her face.

That memory is something that you’ll forever be grateful for, always willing to take a chance and make Nora’s life a little bit easier.

With a groan, you pushed yourself out of the bathtub and emptied it, drying yourself off with a towel as the water drained. Your feet made soft pats on the floor as you walked into the bedroom, scouring through Nora’s drawers for one of her oversized jackets, your need to have something of hers while she was away quelling just a bit as you put it on. You grabbed a pair of underwear and sweatpants from your drawer and put them on, placing your towel on the bed and leaving to the kitchen to continue your scavenger hunt.

Opening the fridge, your eyes darted all over, either for food or another note, and you happened to find both. A note was attached to a bowl of grapes, the number 4 waiting on you. You removed the note from the bowl, popping a grape into your mouth as you opened it.

Hi, bae! I hope you relaxed a little bit and you are enjoying your food (if not, I will know and I’ll be upset). I know I’m not one to talk but you have to take care of yourself, and I don’t want you stressing out over this whole thing. Your next hint is easy. All you have to do is take 3 steps back.

Make sure not to trip,

Nora.

You placed the note on the counter next to the fridge and took three steps back, as instructed.

On your left was the dining table. You crouched down, looking under the table for the note. It was on top of a folded white sheet. You dragged the sheet from under the table, placing it on top and taking the note with the number 5 in your hands.

Congrats! You’re almost done with the quest! I’m so proud of you! I should be home soon, baby, so don’t be too impatient. I can’t wait to show you your surprise! Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.

I love you with all my heart and soul,

Nora.

Your hands moved quicker than your mind, putting the bowl of grapes down and pulling at the edges of the sheet to unravel it.

This time the note was folded. In big letters it read: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL NORA SAYS SO.

Wanting to respect the woman’s wishes after she went through all of this, you sat down with a heart beating fast enough to burst through your chest. Eyes glancing at the clock on the wall, you watched as 7:40 P.M. stared right back at you.

So you waited, preoccupying yourself with the remaining grapes in the bowl.

You waited, foot tapping onto the floor, fingernail scraping at a black spec on the wooden table.

You waited, putting a record in the player, even though you thought your first listen would be with Nora.

You waited, humming the tune of the song that you realized was the first song Nora and you listened to together.

You waited, eyes darting from the table to the clock on the wall back to the table and to the door.

You waited, staring at the setting sun in the window.

You waited, staring at the empty bowl as the record stopped for the umpteenth time.

You waited, anxiety rising and passing through your veins with every passing second.

You waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But Nora never came. She never walked through that door, a smile on her face after being away from you for so long. She never kicked off her shoes with a claim that she was going to pick them up later. She never scooped you up in her arms and gave you a billion of kisses with a promise to give you a billion more every single day for the rest of your lives.

She never came home.

You tried to think about something else, excuses as to why she wasn’t here. An emergency. Another influx of patients after an ambush. A cut, a bruise, a broken bone. Something! Anything! Another excuse, another reason, each one worse than the last. But never that. You could never think about that because it could never happen. Not when Nora knew you were here, waiting on her and missing her and wanting her in your arms and wanting to feel your skin on hers.

You chewed on your bottom lip, stealing another glance at the door, then at the clock. 1 A.M. It’s not like Nora hasn’t come back later than this. There were days where things just didn’t go as planned and she had to just stay at work. But you would’ve heard something about it by now, right? One of your friends would’ve given you a heads up on Nora’s behalf, and you’d say it was alright and tell them thank you for going through all this trouble just to reassure you. Maybe they’re all busy. Maybe it was a really big emergency that no one had time to take a breather. Maybe she was just caught up in something, and would be home with a wide smile.

Maybe, maybe, maybe! All of these damn maybes weren’t getting you anywhere, and it wasn’t doing anything to help this nervous fucking energy that keeps building up inside of you and threatening to explode.

She had to come home! She promised she would! She promised!

You tried to think about her behavior over the past few days, Hell weeks and months! She hasn’t been acting weird, as far as you could tell. Sure, she left for a while around Christmas, and when she came back she was a bit shaken up, but that was months ago! Have you done something wrong since then? You don’t think you have.

Maybe you’d been acting a bit bratty because of how busy she was, but you swore you would apologize for that thousands of times over and a thousand times more if it meant she’d come home.

So you prayed. You’d never considered yourself a devoted person, but this was your only option!

You prayed and prayed and prayed to whatever fucking deity was out there that your Nora would come home and she would stare at you with that sheepish smile and apologize so profusely for being away so long. You would cry about how worried you were but you’d tell her that she’s forgiven as long as she doesn’t do anything like this again.

It didn’t work. It was 3 A.M. and she still wasn’t home. You were pacing by then, and was sure that you’d walk a hole into your floors, so you sat at the table again, sleep dragging your eyes down but anxiety keeping them wide open. Your gaze darted all over to distract yourself once again, eyes finally landing on the note that your girl had left for you.

Maybe, just maybe, it would tell you where Nora was. Maybe this was all some sick joke that Nora was playing to get back at your for your bratty behavior. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Shaky hands snatched the note up, almost tearing it as you opened it up.

Once you read it, dread filled your entire being as you shot up, chair scrapping against the floors and landing on the ground with a bang. You ran into the room to grab your shoes, barely having them on by the time you were well outside of the door. The door slammed shut behind you as you left the apartment with tears streaming down your face.

On the table, you left a note that was written in red ink. The number 6 was in the top left corner.

Will you marry me?

Love, Nora.

[freshstartbaby]

Un

🎧 Body - Syd

I watched my house, cardbord on the ground, like me, leg crossed. White walls, a little smell of vinegar. Thats what I used to finally clean up everything.

Why do I feel like shit ? I mean one part of me cant wait to be in my new place. But the other ? I really feel like I kind of failed here. I got a job, two to be exact, I can provide for myself. I got few friends and thats it. I was wondering if my mum will ever know if I left the town. Maaaan I got to stop overthinking.

It was 8pm and I was waiting for Theo's call. Thanks to god he told me he will help me wih the moving. His help was so precious. Like always. My phone rang with « Theo 🤍 » on my screen . I picked up

« Sup mister T » I said softly « Hi Rob, you good ? » he answered « I am actually, and you ? » « Good. So you really goin to leave me, you know you can still change your mind » « No way, but you know you will still be in my mind » « And in your heart. Who do you think you are ? » he started to joke « Man where are you ? » I said rolling my eyes with a smile on face « There is a litlle bit of traffic. I be there in 10 minutes. But I think the man who will help us is already there. I fowarded him your number. Did he call ? »

I checked my phone, no missed call

« Nah he didn't » « Ok, get ready I be there soon » « Thank tou Theo » « Everything for you » he hang up

I shook my head slowley left to right. He was so kind to me. He can't be real. Me and Theo knew ourself since 8 years now. He was there to help and provide when no one could. He always was very protective and he is actually the one who gave me my first job: dancer in a club. It wasn't my goal job but I could dance and it will help me paying my bills. Few years later he also refered me in company to work as a personnal assistant. I managed myself to then become a communication assistant. When you look clother, without him, I probably will end up as a cracked or worse.

When we met I was 16 and he was 22. It was a very protective relationship. But the older we get, the akward it became. I mean physically he turned to a man as i turned to a young women. And even if he always shows me mad respect, the way he was watching and talking to me changed. Not in a bad way, but I could feel there was more. I aint gon lie, he is good looking, got money and got pure heart. But i couldnt wiling to lost him if we turned into a relationship. He was one of few people around me. Aint ready to loose one of them.

When I told him that I decided to move in LA, maaaan, he wasn't down for it. But as always, he helped me. He got fews relations so we find a cute flat quickly than I thought. The place was smooth and warm. We flew to LA to visit it, and i actually loved it. So now here I am waiting for a friend of his to move my stuff to LA. Let me get it straight. I aint no baby. I can take care of myself. But when it comes to Theo, he always wants to help. And I aint gonna lie, it feel good to be take care of.

The ring belled, I stood up to open the door. He looked at me, I looked at him.

« Can I help you ? » rising an eyebrow acting like I didn't know him « Stop playing » he said moving in my place « Hi » I said to the man following Theo « Robyn this is Eric, Eric this The New York leaver »

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slowly. Eric and Theo helped me to put my stuff in the truck. It was quickly made thanks to them. Also even if I hadnt much things I droped a lot. Eric told me that they will arrive the next monday in my new place. I thanked him as he left when I felt someone behind me. I turned around found Theo on his phone.

« First of all you didn't say hi »

I pulled him softly in a hug. His hands wrapped my shoulder as he kissed my cheek softly

« Then tell me where do I drop you ? » he said « Alex's place » « Lets go »

He put my suitcase in his trunck and we headed to Alexendra's place. I sold my car few weeks before so he proposed me to drop me where I needed yesterday.

Alexandra is one of my best friend. She's like a sister to be honest. We know each other for like forever and she always be down for me. Im stayin at her place tonight so I can catch my flight tommorow.

The road was silent but confortable. Theo and I like to be quiet sometines. We're the type of people who arent afraid of silence. As we arrived to Alexendra's place we stayed a little in the car.

« You need help with the suit case ? » « Na Im good, but thank you. Thank you for everything. It means a lot» I look at him « Stop saying this like its a goodbye » « Im not » « You better »

We pulled into a thight hug «You know I'm always be around and if you need to come back my door is open» « I hope it will be fine dont say that »

He look at me kiss my cheek and said

« Take care » « You too Theo »

I got off the car, took my suitcase and watched him leave. As we disapear on the corner I called Alex.

« Yes baby » « Im here, remind me your code » « You still dont remember it, you do it on purpose » « Guuuurl what is it ?» « 7110 » « Thank youuuuuu »

I taped the code and got to her place

« Sup baby » « Wassup baby, how you doin ?» « Good and you ? » « Everything is alright, I mean my best friend is leaving in an another town but Im good » « Guuuurl, it is for the better » « I know that, Im just getting emotional » « Dont do that » « Im trying, I swear ! How did you came ? You took a uber ? » « Nah, Theo droped me »

She set down on her large cozy couch eying me with a small smile

« What ? » I asked « Noooothing ! » she tapped the place next to her so I can take place « You just goin to sit down and tell me what's popin between you and this white daddy, finally» she said swith a smirk « Nothing is popin, I already told you that » i said sitting next to her « But you got to admit he is good lookin » « I never said he isnt » « Maybe a little bit skinny but he is still handsome » « He is. » « So he never try to own that » she said pointing at myself « And dont try to tell me no, I saw him plenty time trying to get you. » « Alex, it is not goin to hape- « «  Whyyyyyyyy » « Because I dont want to » I said laughin « GURL IS YOU GAY ?» « Oh my god. Alexendra. » «  No because if you are it is ok. But you need to tell me, so I can introduce him to friend of mine. Its such a waste » « Whatever » I said looking at her smiling

This girl is so crazy. Full of good vibe. Always pushing me to my best. She is fam yall. Our phones started buzzing at the same time. It was a whatsap phone call from our conversation « Mexico 🥵 ».

With some friends we decided to go on a trip to Mexico. For the big part, I knew them from school or club. As we grew older all of us took different ways but still got mad love for eachother. This week trip was the way to link up. I didnt knew some people like David, Florian and Veronica but everything went well during the organisation so I wasnt « afraid » that they were annoying.

The trip is next Monday so we schedule this video chat to make a last check. With all the stuff with my moving I almost forget about this call. Alex and I were together so I decided not to answer from my phone and step clother to her so we can both be on her screen

« Hi » « Wassup beauties » Alexander says

We all said hi to each other and waited to see if someone was missing.

« Who is missing » I asked « Flo is not here » Betty said « Damn this sleeping guy, let me text him » Alexander answered

As he decided to text him, a new window poped in our screen revealing a big white man shirtless, it seems like he was in his bed.

« My bad, sorry for my lateness, wassup guys » he said in a low voice

I looked at the screen, then at Alex, then the screen again and falled into the catch moving my hand to show to Alex that this man was foooine

We giggle few seconds before getting back to our serious faces.

« Florian that is it ? » Alex asked « Yup » « Time is money you owe us all a drink when we get to the mexico » « Maaaan dont play me like that, I was taking a nap, gym killed me today» he said

Of course he was goin to the gym, look at this chest. I tried to fix my self when we all talked for like an hour about last informations, who will arrive when, who shares room, what type of activites we wanted to do. I cant wait for this trip to be honest. I dont travel that much. I could release the stress from my moving, my new job and the new town I will be living in.

« Rob you still in New York ?» Michael asked « Yeees, my fligt is tomorrow » « Where you goin ? » Betty asked « Moving to LA » I said softly « LA GANG MY MAN ! » Florian shouted « Thats great, really big move » Alexander said « Finger crossed » Veronica « Dont worry, as wherever it will be ok if you work hard enough » Florian said « Oh dont worry she is a hard worker » Alex said miming a blow job

I snaped her head as everyone shared an hard laugh. Few minutes later we hang up. I went to the bathroom, washed myself, my tooth and changed myself in something more confortable. I went back to the living room and find Alexandra on the phone. By the way she was smiling and laughing I could tell it was Alexander. Yeah. This gurl find a boyfriend with the same name. That's kind of cute but it's also so corny. She hanged up, stood uo and went to the kitchen

« Sooooo » « What do you want again ? » i said a smirk in my face « I was wondering » she looked at me with a vicious smile « What is it Alex ? » « Are you down for some dick in Mexico » « You are something else you know that » « Im just asking ! There will be latino guys, foreigner and gurl this man Florian, he is free like the wind » «How do you know that ? » « I asked Alexander » « Mmmmh » « Mmmmh ? Gurl when is the lastime you had a man making you feel right ? I aint talking about relationship because that is another level and I know you trying to put yourself first since...» « Yea no. I'm not ready but let me think » « The fact that you have to think is not ok, you know that if the sexual frustration is not evacueted it can damaged you » « I got toys dont worry » I said putting my finger in a peace sign while im leaving the kitchen

I went to her guest bedroom, sitted on the bed and put my durag on. After sliding under the sheets I did my breath exercise so I could fall asleep faster but I couldn't. It was these exercises or sleeping pills. But I try to use them less and less since few month. They knocked me hard to hard man. After 30 minutes of try, I took my phone and opened Instagram. I scrolled my screen without being focused at all, laugh at fews memes and double tap some post. I tought about what Alex told me. It's true. It been a while since I havent give a man his chance. It didn't went well the last time. Ok here we go overthinking. I shook my hand thinking of how dumb I was when I tought about Florian. He was fine its true but you know men are trash. At least men I have a crush on 😭. I tapped « florian » in the research bar to see if I could find him. I didn't. Im defenatly not a FBI member. I will ask to Alex tomorrow, or not, it's not a good idea.

——-

I was hugging Alexandra thighly at the airport. The voice called the passagers of my flight to get ready.

« I'm goin to miss you crazy ass » I whispered « I'm goin to miss you more Robyn, but stop being weak before I start crying » « Come on aint nobody goin to cry » I push her shoulder « we're tough girls remember ? » « Yea but I wrote you a letter » she gave me a letter as I look at her ready to make fun of her « You wrote me a letter, you must be in love with me » « Of course I am, yo you're my friend soulmate » « Ok you gon make me cry now » « Go get your flight »

I tried to open the letter when she took my hand

« The fuck is you doin, you have to read it in your flight, or when you arrive to your new place but not now » « Okaaaaaaay mrs emotional »

I kissed her cheek and grabed my suit case before leaving

« See you in Tulum baby ! »

I put a peace sign above my head a went take my flight.

As I settled in my seat, I leaned my head back to the couch. Here we go baby. You can do this. You got this. It's goin to be fine. I was motivated myself when my phone buzzed. I watched my phone screen and see that Theo sent me a vocal. I put my AirPods on tap on my screen to listen his whatsap vocal message.

James. Theo James. : « You're in the plane ? »

I send him a quick answer

Robyn ✨: Yup 🛫

James. Theo James. : Ok

I watched the screen as I saw « James. Theo James is writing » when a big as message droped. Oh my god. He is goin to make me cry. Or worse. I rubbed my forehead before start reading.

James. Theo James. :

« Robyn. My baby. I know your flight is getting ready to take off. So I'm writing this to you so you can be ready for this new page.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

You're smart, kind, open minded,fierce, talented, reliable, honest and a fighter. I know life ain't did good to you lately, and it's destroying me to see you leave but baby it's a fresh start. Leave all the madness, the pain and the self doubt where you at because LA is goin to be fire baby. No more drama, no more pathetic boyfriend, no more struggling. Put yourself above everything, because you deserve it. Keep your mental healthy. Communicate more, talk free and never be afraid to make people to ear your voice.

As I always say to you, even if the blood don't link us, you mean the world to me. Whenever you need anything blow my phone. I will always have an eye on you even if I know you are and you are becoming a boss a bitch woman every single day.

I know you are goin to kill it.

Text me when you arrive to your new home

I will come visit you in few months

Theo 🤍 »

I closed my eyes, bitted my lips and hold my phone on my chest. Don't cry, don't cr- too late. Tears were all over my face as I try to mute myself. Even I tried to hide it, I was feeling shitty. And those words just gave me the feeling of being discovered. I don't know how it was possible. Even if Theo and I were closed I have difficulties to talk out when I'm not feeling myself. And with this message I knew that all this time he knew how I felt but give me my space.

LA be good to me please.

—-

🎧 1 pound - Brymo

The sunlight woke me this morning. I really need to buy curtains. I mean in the rest of the place it's not that important, but wake this way is so uncomfortable. I like the darkness in my bedroom you know ? And all this light, god chill out 🤣

I stood up and head ou to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. I watched the board where I wrote my to do list yesterday night. Yeaaaa i'm trying to be more disciplined woman. I mean organized but sometimes I get too lazy. Like if I invented the word lazy myself.

End the bathroom Shopping at the supermarket Look for a car End the suitcase Work out (you can do this)

I laugh at myself knowing that I will probably not doing the last one. I washed my dishes and turn on the speaker to get in a better mood. I clean a little some stuff since there was still some cardboard here and there. I find myself dancing in front the big mirror in one of the corridor when my phone rang. I didn't know the number so I turned of the music and clear my throat.

« Robyn Matthew, how can I help you » « Hi Robyn this is William. I am with Olivia, you're on speaker. How are you ? » « Hello Robyn »

Ow my new bosses.

« Oh hello to both of you, I'm great thank you to ask. How about you two ? » « We're good ourself thank you. Have you settled yet ? » « Mmh there is still few unopened cardboards but I'm good » « Good to ear that » « You will love LA » Olivia said « I hope so, how can I help you ? » « Well Robyn we were wondering, sorry to ask again but weren't you supposed to start today ?»

My eyes grew wide as my eyebrow start dancing. I wasn't supposed to start today hell no

« I don't think so, I mean I asked to the RH department to postponed my arrival since I have a trip planned » « Oh my baaaaaaaaaad » Olivia shooted « What is it » he asked to Olivia I think « I totally forgot to tell you, Cindy told me few weeks ago but it disappeared from my mind »

My heart stoped racing fast when I told them

« You scared me ! » « I'm so sorry Robyn, William I'm sorry too » « Oh it's ok, you owe us a coffe when she arrives » « Deal » she said laughing « You better note that, or you will forget it too » « Very funny » « Anyway sorry to have bothered you Robyn » William said « It's fine » « Where are you going ? » Olivia asked « Sorry ? » « You said you are goin on a trip, where is it ? »

I twisted my face. How is that suppposed to concern them ? Robyn stay open, be nice, they're just trying to be nice.

« Tulum » « Oh Mexico, well lucky you » « Oh my god, I wish I could have holidays to a place like this » « Anyway Robyn, enjoy you're trip and come back to us resourced. You can't wait to work with you » « Thank you, see you soon » « Bye »

I hang up, a weird feeling in my guts. I mean they were nice. But I'm not really use to have this kind of conversation with my bosses. I tought that they were a good duo both of them. I find myself a little anxious about having two bosses but it's goin to be fine.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

I got this. I wanted to turn back on the music. So I scrolled my screen when I saw an Instagram notification.

@bignasty wants to follow you

My face twisted again. Big nasty ? What the hell is that. I'm sure this is a porn count, or a pervet who will try to slide in my Dm. So many weird people on social medias. Thanks god the private button exists so I can control borders 😂 I clicked on it when I saw his face.

Wow.

I took few step back to my couch as my hand was on my chest. Jesus Christ. I found myself put my hand on my mouth so I don't scream and laugh akwardly. God. It was Florian. I mean I think. No no no it was him. How can you forget a face like this. I hold my breath as scrolled down his feed. This man was... l have no word. I rubbed my eyes trying to get back to earth, with a big dumb smile on my face when my phone rang

Xandra 💍 is calling

I picked up and put her on the speaker. I said hi to her in a low voice, I was feeling like I'm out of breath

« GUUUUUUUURL » she screamed « Wassup » « Did Florian asked you on Ig ? » « He did. » « GIRRRL DID YOU SAW THESE PICTURES ?!!!! » « Alexandra, i was checking him when you called » « GURRRRRRL IF YOU DONT EAT HIM ON THIS TRIP I'M KILLING YOU »

I start rubbing my eye again. He was something else. God. Why do I feel this. Then I found myself playing with my finger, where my engagement ring used to be.

It gave me a quick reminder.

« Ok he is super hot, but don't count on me for that » « You're such a child when you act like that. You know what, I'm sure you pantie is already soaking looking at his pic, so just wait. When he is goin in front of you there will be no « don't count on me for that » » « shut up » « Have you end your suite case ? » « Not yet, I think it will be handle this evening» « Ok look listen to me wisely. I don't know what you choose but switch it all up with sexiest stuff » « I'm tired of you »

We stayed on the phone for like an hour. You know how it is when besties are on the phone. All the day she kept teasing me with Florian but I didn't give attention. But I wanted to make her laugh a little so I teased her with a screen and a meme

She hit me back with a message 

« gurl this is too much, you really goin to miss this chance »

What chance ? He just followed me on Instagram. I didn't even accept him yet. He must have a girlfriend, or be a fuck boy. Maybe is he gay. Ok Robyn overthinking AGAIN. It's goin to be cute holidays. I don't want to mess this up.

—— 3836 words

Wassup guys ?

How do you feel about this beginning ?

Is everything understable ? I'm French so you know you girl is struggling a little 🙈

Do not hesitate to give me feedbacks, react, and all that stuff

Next step, Tulum baby 🥵

Take care

NEXT PART

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BTS Crush On You: Truth or Dare [Jungkook version]

Crush On You: RM // Jin // Suga // J-Hope // Jimin // V 

Care Package To You: RM // Jin // Suga // J-Hope // Jimin // V

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The initial scenario

Tonight had been planned for ages. You, all your girl friends and the boys. Everyone had been so busy lately with their heavy schedules of work, studying, the lot and everyone agreed that on the next night they were all available, you’d have a sleepover at one of your friend’s shared student houses (which was to be free with it being the holidays,) just like old times and to take time out from your young adult lives.

For some reason, you were never too old to be playing the classic game of truth or dare. In the spacious living room, already in your pyjamas, the group of you sat in a wide circle, some on the floor, some on the sofa, and sleeping bags were scattered everywhere. Many drinks had been consumed and now a space in the middle had been cleared for one of your empty bottles.

One of your friends spins the bottle and you all watch to see who it chooses….

Truth

“Truth” Jungkook decides the moment the bottle stops in this direction.

Jungkook wasn’t actually in the mood for much truth telling this evening as he engaged in this game of truth or dare with this friends. At first, he was super excited about this sleepover idea to catch up with some of his best friends, but then something happened that made him feel tense.

Maybe it was the busy schedule not allowing him much time to think of anything else or maybe it was just that he hadn’t thought about it before really but... Well, a few weeks ago, he’d met up with you for a coffee and a chat when you were both on a lunch break working nearby and had time to spare.

It was just a normal situation; two friends meeting up to catch up and take a short amount of timeout from their busy lives. At the time, it was a normal situation to Jungkook as he spoke to you about his week and he listened to what you had to say about yours.

Then a few days later, he daydreamed in the middle of work about your meet up thinking ‘ahh I miss being able to get more little opportunities like that to see friends...’

...and then a day or two after that, he was thinking about how funny a joke you made was and it made him giggle like a little girl just thinking about it sat on his own at home...

...and then a day after that, he found himself daydreaming yet again. This time though, he sort of weirded himself out. At first, he was thinking about the coffee and the chat... but then his brain made up a scenario in which he kissed you before you went back to work / studying.

He shook his head and told himself it was his imagination getting carried away because maybe life right now felt a bit boring and his mind wanted something interesting to happen.

It got to the point where thought of you fondly with a smile every day. He was excited about the sleepover just to see you... not that he would admit that to anyone and not even fully admit that to himself. Two days before though, he found himself becoming nervous at the idea of this sleepover.

Would you all be playing the same games as before? Would it just be a movie marathon? Was this sleepover going to entail anything in which his heart would pound out of his chest from his nervousness?...

Then just hours before arriving to the friend’s house, he realised it wasn’t a nervous feeling inside at the idea of sitting next to you on the sofa whilst watching movies, or the idea of his friends getting to kiss you for a dare... 

His inner voice freaked a little “oh my god! I have a crush on y/n!”

“Right guys...” says y/f/n. “What deep dark secret do we want to know about our Kookie?”

“I have no ‘deep dark’ secrets” smiles Jungkook confidently. He wasn’t dumb enough to reveal that much about himself to his friends. As one of the youngest of the group, whenever Jungkook had announced or confessed something in the past, everyone would tease him. Not in a horrible way, just things like ‘aw he’s all grown up!’ and ‘bless him!’

Yeah, no, not tonight he thinks.

“Alright then” interrupts Hoseok. “The last person you met up with outside of work and not including this sleepover tonight; they are standing right in front of you, naked in all their glory and... you’re trapped in a lift with them. What do you do? Go!”

Jungkook has a think about the last person he met outside of work commitments... 

“Wait, wait a minute... Why would someone be naked in a lift?” laughs Jungkook.

“They just are! Come on Kookie, don’t hold up the game” Hoseok chuckles, pushing for an answer.

“Hang on, lemme think” stalls Jungkook, waving a hand about and accidentally whacking your knee in the process.

“Ah! Jungkook-ah!” you exclaim, overexaggerating the impact in jest.

Then Jungkook realizes that the last person he met up with was you. He hadn’t had much time for coffees and chats since. Oh, wait there was that one family member... oh wait, no; that was a few days before.

He decides to pretend it was his cousin, trying not to think of your in that way.

“Oh god! I know it’s legal and all but I would never do that with my cousin!” he laughs, a little over the top. “Especially since the last time I met him he told me about...”

"...his new girlfriend” you say, finishing his sentence. “You told me about that when we met for coffee the other week.

“Oh... yeah...” replies Jungkook, a little annoyed he’s been caught out there. “I suppose the last person I met up with was y/n then...”

Everyone jeers jokingly at the idea that it’s two of their friends in this hypothetical situation.

“Hahaha! Get in Jungkook!” jokes Jimin, completely unaware like the rest of you of what is going through Jungkook’s mind.

You decide to chip in with the joke and play along with the situation by scooting closer to Jungkook - “Oh no! We’re in this lift, trapped, and I’m all naked Jungkook!” you over dramatically act out, draping yourself over his lap “Take me Jungkook! Take me!” 

Everybody is pissing themselves laughing at your little piece which allows Jungkook some time to think about how to react to this situation. The laughter dies down a bit and Jungkook figures that should be his queue to give an answer.

“I would take off my jacket,” begins Jungkook, actually removing the hoodie he was wearing, “and I would tell y/n it’s far too chilly to be naked, maybe ask if she needs to be sectioned...” he continues making everyone laugh once again as he makes you sit up and as you sit with your knees in front of you. 

He crouches in front of you and places his hoodie over your shoulders, tugging gently at the front to keep it around you. The two of you make eye contact for a moment; it’s not brief but not ever so long either. Long enough to catch each other’s gaze, but not long enough for you to figure out the meaning of the way he just looked at you.

Going back to sitting next to you, Jungkook continues. “and then we would just talk until someone fixes the lift.”

“Ah, fair, fair” says Hoseok with a shrug, not quite getting as juicy an answer as he was hoping for.

“Wait, wait, wait!” interrupts y/f/n. “Jungkook, are you honestly saying that there’s a naked girl in front of you literally begging you to take her... and you aren’t going to do anything about it?”

“I just did say I’d do something about it” defends Kook.

“Are you seriously saying you guys wouldn’t fuck?” adds Seokjin.

“Seokjin!” you exclaim, a little embarrassed now.

“Why would two people fuck in a lift of all places?” asks a confused Jungkook.

“Ah come on! Loads of people do it!” chimes in Hoseok.

“Yeah, well maybe you do,” Jungkook throws back at his friend, “but I’m more classy than that, thank you!”

“Okay, okay, if you say so...” Hoseok sighs, shuffling over to the bottle in the middle. “Let’s see who’s next...”

Dare

“Me again?” huffs Jungkook as the bottle spins his way for the third time in a row.

The entire group of friends had been playing for another 20 minutes now and something in you believed the floor might be at a slight angle as it keeps pointing towards Jungkook, yourself, and Yoongi who is sat on the other side of you.

“I swear you guys are doing this on purpose...”

“The bottle doesn’t lie Jungkook-ah!” protests Jimin. 

Jungkook hadn’t yet picked ‘dare’ as an option so he figures he should probably change things up a bit

“Alright, dare” says Jungkook, eliciting a joking shocked response from most of you and your friends.

“He finally chooses a dare!” exclaims y/f/n with a chuckle.

“Go on then, give it to me!” sighs Jungkook with a gesture of both his hands matching his words as he leans back onto the nearby bit of wall he sits near.

“No one’s done 7 minutes in heaven yet” suggests Jimin.

“Oh come one man!” exclaims Jungkook, quick to sit up again. “Isn’t that a bit old school?”

“Um hello? We’re fully grown adults having a sleepover; we’re already being old school!” Hoseok tells him, picking up the bottle.

“Next person it spins on has to do the 7 minutes with him?” suggests y/f/n.

Hoseok nods in agreement and everybody waits to see who the lucky guy or gal will be.

“Wait! Only if it’s a girl!” requests Jungkook.

“You realise you don’t have to kiss at all in those 7 minutes, right?” you inform him feeling a little humoured by his slight panic.

“Oh... yeah.... I guess I’ve never not....” he replies quietly as the bottle stops to pick........

You.

“Right then!” chirps y/f/n, standing up. “One of my housemates left their room unlocked just in case anyone needed it...”

“Yeah, to sleep in!” says Jungkook as he watches y/f/n walk across to one of the doors surrounding the living area, the one with the number ‘3′.

“I’m sure y/f/n’s housemate won’t mind if you don’t sleep together in there” jokes Yoongi in his usual laid back tone.

“Oooh, is there a problem Jungkook?” challenges Seokjin.

“No!” booms Jungkook a bit too loudly. “I mean, no, not at all” he says more calmly with a lower volume.

“Right y/n” says y/f/n. “Set the timer on you phone for seven minutes” she instructs, pulling you up to your feet.

“Alright” you reply, not at all feeling flustered by this situation and walking towards room 3.

Jungkook scrambles and follows, feeling super nervous about the idea of being locked in a room with you.

Your friend shuts the door behind you two and you can hear your friend - “Alright guys, I’ve got my phone set too; your time starts... now!”

You press the ‘start’ button on the timer on your phone as you and Jungkook both sit on the side of the bed next to each other.

“Uh, so... how do you wanna do this?” you ask.

“We could do or talk about anything, really” he replies with a shrug and a friendly expression.

“How about... since you have been kind enough to let me wear your hoodie all evening so far, I’ll offer something in return” you suggest.

“Like what?” he asks.

“Hmm, let’s think” you hum. “I could let you wear something of mine...” you joke, causing the two of you to giggle. “...Or, I know! Open up to me; what’s the one thing you’ve been keeping to yourself lately that you need to talk to someone about?”

Jungkook’s heart flutters. He has a few things he’s been keeping in... but he couldn’t tell you about one of those things. On the outside, he keeps an appearance of calmly and thoughtfully but on the inside he’s freaking out!

“Okay... I guess that lately, and from tonight, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on the social life I used to have”

“Yeah, I get that too” you tell him, rubbing a hand on the back of his shoulder.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, we all went from seeing each other like every week, sometimes almost every day even, and then life just sort of happened and made us all too busy to do that stuff anymore”

“Yeah, I guess so...” he sighs. “And I can’t even remember the last time I went on a night out or had a date...”

“Me neither” you chuckle.

“I know” begins Jungkook, words about to go ahead of his thoughts. “How about we make a deal?”

“I’m interested” you tell him, wondering what he will say next.

“If, by the next time we can both meet up, neither of us has had a date, let’s go some place fancy; we’ll have steak and wine and we’ll ask awkward questions like ‘what’s you favourite animal’ or..”

“So like a date then?” you smile with a brief nervous laugh.

“Well, not exactly, but...”

“Sounds great to me” you grin with a warm feeling inside.

“Wait, really?” he asks, eyebrows raised in surprise.

You reach your hand out for a handshake. “It’s a deal”

Jungkook reaches out a hand to complete the handshake and a firm shake is done.

But neither one of you lets go first. Instead, you linger and look up at each other almost at exactly the same time. Your stares relax as you gaze into one another’s eyes.

“Um, you know, we have about a few minutes left of this dare...” he smiles.

“What did you have in mind...?” you softly reply.

A wave of shock comes over you as Jungkook lets go from the handshake and both his hand move to your sides.

“Tickle fight!” he exclaims, no longer able to bear the tension he was experiencing from holding your hand.

Hardly able to speak from all the giggling - god knows what everyone else can hear or is thinking - you manage to utter “Jungkook!” you squeal, trying you hardest to fight back to tickle him, but it’s no use. You’re squirming about on the bed as he is relentless in tickling you.

“Jungkook! Please stop!” you laugh “I... I can’t....” you puff, trying to catch your breath. “I can’t breath!” you giggle.

“Oh god, sorry” he apologises, finally giving up.

There’s a pause as he allows you to sit up again and recover from the laughing and you hear the door opening and your phone beeping.

You look at the door met by Hoseok who alongside all your other friends had heard nothing but strange laughter toward the end had nothing more to say than just “You guys are fucking weird”

*******

Crush On You: RM // Jin // Suga // J-Hope // Jimin // V

Care Package To You: RM // Jin // Suga // J-Hope // Jimin // V

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The Beginning - Sixteen

Summary:  Things are going well for Kacy and Stiles but when things finally seem to be okay, a curveball is thrown. Warnings: Swearing | Violent Depictions Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff | Angst Word Count: 3.7k Author’s Note: Let me know what you guys think! 

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Stiles and I eased into our newfound relationship easily, not much changed from our friendship other than now there was kissing. Lots of kissing. Not that I’m complaining. We became even more inseparable than before on days he wasn't here, I was with him at his house becoming a regular visitors at the Stilinski household. 

Currently, we were both curled up on my bed, supposed to be working on homework but we both had other ideas. I let out a soft giggle as he pushed me back further on the bed I could feel his lips turn up into a smile on my neck. His hand slipped under my shirt as his mouth moved to my neck suckling and nipping the skin. His hand gripped onto my hip tighter as things got hotter. He moved his way back up to my mouth capturing it as he slowly moved me onto my back hovering over me slightly his hand moving up to tangle in my hair. Then the door burst open.

“Guys we- OH MY GOD!” Scott screamed after walking in unannounced sending both Stiles and I flying off the bed with a loud thump on the hardwood floor. I let out a groan rubbing my tail bone that now had a small ache from the hard landing, I popped my head up over the bed looking at a stunned Scott, eyes wide and cheeks bright red as his mouth opened and closed trying to find words for the sight he just walked into. I could see the instant regret on his face as he met my eyes with a frown.

“Scott,” I breathed using the bed to lift myself up putting on a smile “What’s up?” Stiles shot up fixing his shirt and adjusting his pants.

“I-um” Scott started shaking his head to regain his focus to the reason he burst through my door in the first place.

“You could have knocked,” Stiles grumbled sitting down on the bed next to me

“Right um-well- Derek needs us,” Scott finally stuttered out unable to make eye contact with either of us, I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my lips at his nervousness. This was as new to him as it was to me. Before, I was just his twin sister who had never dated a guy. Sure I had kissed and made-out with other guys but never dated any so to him, I was as good as innocent.

“For what?” I asked lifting myself off the bed going to slip on my shoes

“He needs us to drive his car,” Was all he said before turning to leave out into the hall. Stiles let out a groan and I looked back to see he had flopped back onto the bed, legs dangling off the edge, I let out a small chuckle before going over to him grabbing his arms and pulling him up to go.

"He could have knocked," He repeated with a groan, I leaned up on my toes giving him a soft kiss

"Come on, Mr. Grumpy," I joked pulling him along

"I am not!" he yelled before we left the house.

“You know,” I gripped the handle on the ceiling of the mustang bracing as Scott hit a corner going well over the speed limit “When you said Derek needed us to drive his car this is not what I had in mind.”

The black SUV behind us was gaining speed as it chased us. Stiles turned back looking at the car.

“You need to go faster Scott,” Scott shifted gears hitting the gas launching us forward. We all were panicked as the car was still gaining on us

“Scott, I don’t think you're grasping the idea of a car chase here,” Stiles said staring at the car behind us as the headlights got closer and closer

“If I go faster, I’ll kill us,” Scott panicked I reached up grabbing his shoulder giving it a squeeze

“Well, they’ll kill us if you don’t,” I looked back at the car gaining on us “And I’d rather take my chances with your driving right now,” Scott sighed in frustration shifting the car again going faster a sudden screech of tires caught my attention and I saw the vehicle make a hard turn left before disappearing.

“They’re gone,” I announced confused turning back around in my seat leaning my head back against the headrest letting out a sigh of relief let myself relax for a moment. Stiles clicked the walkie on and the voice of his dad came through.

“All units, the suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works.” It rang out, we all looked at each other as Scott headed for the Ironworks. We sped into the Ironworks and as we pulled in I heard gunshots hitting the car, I ducked down in the backseat holding back a scream as Scott screeched to a stop, Stiles opened the passenger door before hopping in the back with me over the center console.

“Get in!” Scott yelled at Derek who rushed into the car and we sped off “What part of laying low don’t you understand?” Scott yelled angrily at Derek; Derek hit the dash

“Dammit, I had him!” He yelled out, Stiles and I both leaned forward looking at Derek

“Who, the alpha?” Stiles asked

“Yes! He was right in front of me and then the police showed up!” Derek yelled nostrils flaring from his anger

“Woah hey,” Stiles started “They’re just doing their job,” he reasoned, Derek turned to look at him shooting him a death glare

“Yeah, Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state,” Derek shot staring over at Scott now

“Can we seriously get past that?” Scott shouted in a panic, “I made a dumbass mistake.”

“I knew it would come to bite us in the ass,” I muttered

“Then why didn’t you stop him? Huh?” Derek shot glaring over at me now, I went to fire back, but Stiles stopped me

“Alright! How did you find him?” Stiles asked changing the subject before Derek and I can bite each other head off, the tension lowering just a bit, I sighed leaning back in my seat. Derek scoffed shaking his head clearly not wanting to tell us.

“Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?” Scott asked eyes still focused on the road 

“We did just save your life,” I reminded narrowing my eyes at the older man

“Yeah all of us,” Derek glared at Stiles making Stiles cower back resting his hand on my thigh. Derek did know how to shoot a frightening glare, I would give him that much. “Or just them,” I grabbed Stiles hand giving it a soft reassuring squeeze.

“Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris,” Stiles and I both shot forward using the front seats to hold us up.

“Our chemistry teacher?” We asked in unison getting an eye-roll from both Derek and Scott. We sat leaned forward waiting for Derek.

“Why him?” Scott asked looking over at Derek

“I-I don’t know yet,” He finally answered

“What’s the second thing?” I asked him, he leaned forward just enough to reach into his back pocket pulling out a folded piece of paper.

“Some kind of symbol,” He unfolded the paper and my eyes went wide recognizing it instantly remembering back to our history project not that long ago, Scott looked and recognized it as well. Scott let out a sigh turning back to the road. Derek was quick to notice our discomfort. “What? Do you two know what this is?”

I glanced over at Scott and then back at Derek. “I’ve seen it on a necklace,” Scott answered

“It’s Allison’s necklace,” I muttered just loud enough for them to hear the memory of Allison showing it to me flashing through my mind for the family history project, Scott’s jaw clenched as he shifts the car into the next gear and sped off getting us back home.

Even though the events of last night screwed with my sleep schedule a little I still got up with a little pep in my step, as I had been since the night of the full moon. The sun shined through my window and I reached over cracking it a little to let the fresh air roll in a small shiver running down my spine. I got out of bed padding over to the bathroom shutting the two doors getting in the shower quickly. I heard Scott's bathroom door open and him walk over to the sink and then the facet turn on and a sudden burst of freezing water shot down at me causing me to yelp.

"Scott!" I screamed in frustration moving away from the cold water, I heard him chuckle

"That's for last night," He chuckled walking out of the bathroom

"You could have knocked!" I shot back reaching out to test the water before finishing up letting out a few choice words at him quietly.

We got to school locking up our bikes and Stiles was right outside to greet us. He walked up to me with a warm smile as we got to him leaning down giving me a quick peck on the cheek before draping his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the school.

“So, how we going to get the necklace from Allison?” Stiles asked curiously looking over at Scott who let out a groan tossing his head back as we entered the school.

“You do know, this is gonna be impossible right?” Scott asked holding the door open for us to walkthrough

“Yeah, that necklace is a family heirloom,” I stated

“Okay, well just ask her if we can borrow it,” Stiles suggested as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“How?” Scott asked

“It’s easy, you just say ‘hey Allison, can I borrow your necklace so that I can see if there is anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha that I need to kill in order to get back together with you,’” Stiles joked Scott and I both gave him a blank stare

“Sweetheart,” I said in the sweetest tone I could, he turned his head to look at me with a bright smile, my face dropped into a scowl, “You’re not helping,” Stiles let out a frustrated sigh

“Okay look, why don’t you just talk to her?” He asked Scott and I let out a small snort, Stiles shot me a small glare giving my waist a small squeeze as a nice way of saying shut up, we started to walk down the hall slowly

“She won't talk to me,” Scott frowned “What if she only like takes it off in the shower or something?”

“That’s why you ease back into it, okay?” Stiles said “Get back on her good side and remind her of the good times! Then you ask for the necklace,” Stiles made it sound so simple, Scott looked over at me as if asking if he was right and I shrugged as a response. Did I think it would work? Well, I mean probably not but it was worth a try.

Scott had a blank stare on his face and then a smile slowly spread across his face making me raise an eyebrow, I looked over at Stiles and he just rolled his eyes hitting Scott's shoulder to get his attention.

“You’re thinking about her in the shower now aren’t you,” Stiles asks, and Scott nodded his head

“Yeah,” he answered with a cheeky grin, I faked puking causing his smile to spread even wider

“Look just focus,” Stiles started ignoring us “Get the necklace, get the cure and get Allison back, got it?”

Scott nodded and Stiles turned grabbing my hand and started walking down the hall. “Let’s get you to class,”

“How kind of you,” I joked with a smile, he snorted shaking his head, I looked back at Scott who was walking towards there class.  “Do you think he can do it?” Stiles looks back to before looking back ahead, he brought my hand to his lips gently kissing my knuckles.

“I really hope so,”

We got to my classroom and I went to walk in, but he pulled me back causing me to stumble but he was quick to catch me pulling me into him.

“Everything is going to be okay, Kac” He whispered only loud enough for me to hear his hand cupping my cheek and his thumb gently rubbing it. I gave a small smile and a nod. He leaned in gently pecking my lips before giving me a small shove towards my class.

First period went well, and I was walking down the hall towards my next class when I spotted Jackson talking with Scott. I raised an eyebrow in question ready to walk up to them when a voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, Kacy!” I looked over towards the voice to see Allison waving me over with Lydia. I glanced back over at Scott before walking up to her with a smile.

“Hey!” I greeted pushing my hair back so that I could still listen to Scott's conversation. “What’s up?”

“Well Lydia and I-”

“I’m sorry I have no idea what you are talking about,”  I picked up Scott's voice I kept my eye on them through my peripheral while trying to listen to what Allison was saying. Something about dresses? I nodded my head as if I were listening.

“Yeah… yeah, you do and here’s the thing,” I picked up Jackson’s voice now “However it is you come to be what you are, you’re gonna get for me too,”  My eyes went wide and my body tensed up, I fought the urge to turn my head as I felt my body heat up from panic. How does he know?

“So, do you want to come?” I heard Allison ask, I looked back up at her with a confused smile as I tried to playback the conversation to try and pick up something she had been talking about. She picked up on my confusion giving a small laugh,

“Just like Scott,” She muttered a bit of sadness in her voice “Come to the mall with us,”

“The mall?” I asked looking between her and an unamused Lydia.

“A bite, a scratch. Sniffing magic fairy dust under the moonlight-” I couldn’t help but turn to look now, trying to hide the panic on my face making eye contact with Jackson, who smirked when I met his gaze.

“Yeah- yeah okay,” I agreed to god-knows-what to Allison, she beamed up at me

“And from what I can see, it’s not only you,” My body tensed as I tried to fake being happy while Allison told me we would talk more about it in class. Scott looked back looking over at Allison and then me, I could see he was breathing heavily. Jackson had a huge smirk as he turned and walked away from Scott.

“Okay- yeah I will see you in class,” I waved goodbye and quickly walked up to Scott grabbing his shoulder turning him back around

“What the fuck was that?” I spat glaring at Jacksons back as he disappeared in the sea of students. Scott didn’t say anything just grabbed ahold of my arm and dragged me with him through the halls. “Scott?” I tried to yank my arm out of his grip, but he held on tighter. We turned a corner heading through a door and out into the courtyard and Stiles came into view. He spotted us raising an eyebrow seeing Scott’s grip on my arm.

We came to an abrupt stop and I finally yanked my arm out of Scott's hand rubbing the spot where he held his grip shooting him a glare. I moved over to stand next Stiles who put an arm around me.

“What’s going on?” He asked us, Scott stood there completely silent his mouth moving but no words making their way out.

“Jackson knows,” I grumbled out, Stiles looked at both of us confused not fully understanding what I was saying.

“Knows what?” He asked looking down at me a hint of panic shown in his eyes as he pieced together what I meant. I let out a sigh playing with the end of my shirt.

“About what we are,” I whispered, his eyes went wide and Scott turned to head back into the school with Stiles and me right on his heels.

“How the hell did he find out?” Stiles asked Scott as we walked

“I have no idea,” Scott panicked throwing his hands down

“Well, did he say it out loud? The word?” Stiles asked looking over at Scott, I shook my head no

“No, he didn’t” I answered out loud

“What word?” Scott asked confused, I rolled my eyes

“Werewolf!” I whispered loud enough for them to hear but quiet enough so no one walking by could

“Oh. No. But he did make it pretty clear!” Scott said I nodded in agreement

“Well it's not like he has any proof, right?” Stiles asked looking over at me and then Scott we both shrugged our shoulders “Who would he tell if he wanted to?” I jolted forward looking up at Scott with wide eyes.

“Allison’s dad,” We said in unison, Stiles sighed in frustration

“Okay, so it's bad,” Stiles said running his hand over his head

“We need a cure. Right now.” Scott said, Stiles scoffed

“Does he know about Allison’s father?” Stiles asked curiously, Scott sighed

“I don’t know,”

“Okay well where is Derek?” Stiles asked as we continued to walk

“In hiding,” I stated

“Yeah just like we told him to,” Scott finished “Why?” Stiles came to a stop placing a hand on Scott's shoulder to stop him as well. I eye him curiously and by the light, in his eyes, I could tell he had an idea.

“I have an idea,” He told Scott, “it’s going to take a little time and finesse, though.”

“We have that game tonight. It’s quarter-finals and it’s your first game,” Scott stated, and Stiles let out another sigh

“I know,” he breathed “I know.”

“Your dad is coming, remember?” I said tugging on his arm, and he gave a small smile nodding his head that he did remember.

“Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?” Stiles asked

“No, but she’s in my next class,” Scott sighed in disappointment, I gave him a reassuring smile reaching out and giving his arm a squeeze.

“You can do it, Scott,” I said pulling Stiles away, “We’ll see you at lunch,” Stiles walked me in silence to my next class and I could see the wheels in the chaotic brain of his moving as he thought out this idea of his. I stopped in front of the classroom door turning to face him catching him off guard.

“Woah,” He said catching his footing coming back to reality, I let out a small giggle.

“You going to enlighten me on what is going on in that brain of yours,” I smirked that he quickly returned. He gently grabbed my face pulling me towards him kissing me on the head.

“Not yet,” he grinned before running off to his next class before the bell rang and before I could pester him more.

The next couple of classes went smoothly and I didn’t get any text from Scott or Stiles or Allison so I could only assume things were going okay. My phone suddenly vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket while trying to hold my books.

Allison Argent

I through my head back letting out a sigh, maybe I spoke to soon. I opened the text using my heightened hearing to navigate through the crowded halls. At least it was good for something.

Do you think you could talk to Scott? He sent me some pictures… and I just… I’m not ready yet. To be friends. And I’m not sure he gets it.

I let out a groan adjusting my books, so they rested against my hip for a better grip. I quickly typed pausing in front of the cafeteria door.

“Kac!” I heard Stiles shout from inside and I held my finger telling him one-minute.

Yeah of course, sorry Allison :(

I looked up spotting Stiles with Scott and I walked over to them sitting across from them both. My phone vibrated again, and I looked at the screen.

Thank you. He listens to you.

I smiled softly at the screen before shoving it back in my pocket, stiles looked at me with a raised eyebrow

“Who was that?” He asked, I looked up at him and then glanced over at Scott shaking my head gently

“No one,” I smiled setting my books on the table, Stiles slid a plate across the table with a salad on it, I gave him a confused look and he smiled shyly

“I grabbed you lunch,” he said, I beamed up at him

“Thank you!” I grabbed the fork from his hand taking a bite, he turned to Scott

“Did you get her to give you the necklace?” He asked him, Scott shrugged

“Not exactly,” he answered, I kept my head down as he went on

“What happened?” Stiles asked him taking a bite of his chicken strip. Scott looked over at me as I tried to not meet his eyes, he probably picked up on my heart rate noticing I was nervous.

“She told you,” He asked, I finally meet his eyes and I grimaced with a small nod

“Kinda,” I muttered quietly, Scott let out a sad sigh

“Told her what?” Stiles asked eye both Scott and me

“She told me not to talk to her,” He stated, and I flinched at his words feeling sorry for him “At all,” Stiles took another large bite of chicken strip.

“So, she’s not giving you the necklace,” Stiles said with a mouth full of food

“She’s not giving me the necklace!” Scott said frustrated picking over his food. I shook my head taking another bite.

“Well I guess that means plan B,” Stiles said with a mouth full, I swear he had no table manners. Scott and I both looked at him confused.

“What’s plan B?” Scott asked looking over at him.

“Just steal the stupid thing,” He said, I nearly choked on my food, coughing out a lung as I reached for my water taking a sip.

“Excuse me?” I asked and he rolled his eyes at me

“Couldn’t we at least try getting to Harris?” Scott suggested, Stiles opened his water taking a sip with the shake of his head

“No, my dad has him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, the necklace is all we got” He answered regrettably, Scott let out a soft sigh as our alternative options dwindled.

“Looks like you have to steal it,” I mumbled, Scott was staring off into the cafeteria when his eyes went why. I went to turn and looked but he quickly grabbed a hold of my hand stopping me. “What is it?” I asked Scott, Scott shifted his eyes around the room before looking over at me then Stiles.

“He’s watching us,” He whispered gesturing in the direction he was just now staring with his eyes. Stiles was in the middle of drinking his water when he looked over at Scott and then behind me.

“Who?” I asked growing frustrated, Stiles looked over at me giving a fake smile before reaching over and grabbing my hand. I could tell something was up. The sound of a loud crunch broke me out of my thoughts and my ears perked up and from the corner of my eye, I could see Scott's eyes scrunch up at the sound. The sound of chewing rang through my ears as I started to focus more.

“Kacy,” Stiles tried to catch my attention by squeezing my hand, but I was too focused on what I was hearing

“Scott…” Jackson’s voice rang through my ears and I instantly tensed up realizing now who they were talking about just now.

“Kac!” I felt a pinch on my hand that pulled me back I pulled my hand out sticking my lip out

“Ouch!” I pouted glaring up at Stiles. He pointed at my food.

“You’ve barely ate,” He said, I rolled my eyes with a small shake of my head taking a large bite

“Happy?” I said though it came out as more of a grumble with my mouth full, Stiles smirked tilting his head in adoration

“You're so beautiful,” He smiled, and I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks taking another more reasonable size bite.

“Talk to me, act normal,” Scott panicked turning towards us, both Stiles and I panicked our mouths moving but no sound coming out. “Say something! Talk to me!” He said through gritted teeth now

“I-I um” I stuttered

“I don’t know what to say, my minds blank!” Stiles said throwing his hands up

“You’re minds blank!” Scott asked in disbelief “You can’t think of something to say?”

“Not under this kind of pressure!” Stiles admitted with a frown, Stiles looked past me “FYI, he’s not even sitting with them anymore.” Scott looked behind me and then around the cafeteria as he tried to spot Jackson. I felt my anxiety start to build up. I stood up grabbing my books.

“I’m going to go now,” I mumbled quickly move around the table giving Stiles a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the cafeteria. This day seriously couldn’t get worse.

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[yuto-non]

Ready Player 8 pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Xu Minghao x Readeer

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Dom!Minghao, thigh riding, situations without obvious consent, a lot of nerdy game stuff, breath play

Summary: Night two of the world finals heats up more with you and Minghao

A/n: I really love this fic, even if it doesn’t do as well as my others! It’s a lot of fun to write. Also SORRY ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF PLOT. I LOVE PLOT.

DAY 2

Your phone buzzed beside your head, alerting you to its presence. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Mingyu. He always woke up earlier than necessary, and since he was up, he felt both you and Wonwoo should be too. You grabbed your phone and groaned into it.

“Good morning to you, too.” Mingyu snarled at your lack of effort. He droned on about having to get up, something about this competition you were at, and other words, some of which involved food. You were too tired to completely focus on the words being said to you. You blindly nodded to no one at his speech, but it didn’t take Mingyu long to realize nothing he said was sticking. “Fine, just meet up downstairs in 15.” And he hung up. He knew what battles to fight, and waking you up early was not one of them. Especially when, unknown to Mingyu, you stayed up way later than you should have, alcohol slipping through your system and Minghao running through your mind. You couldn’t turn the thoughts of the night at the club off in your head. You could still feel his arms around you, you could still feel the burning need between your legs, and you swear you could smell that musky sweet cologne he wore. The night was not easy for you, sleep barely came, but you came plenty. Despite your valiant efforts to release the tension, you were more wound up than ever. You tossed your cover off dramatically and forced yourself out of bed. What would it be like to see him today? Well, unfortunately, you could not avoid him, as all participating contestants had to meet downstairs to have breakfast and begin matches for the day.

After prying yourself from the heaven that was bed, and putting on your team jersey and some jeans, you gave your best attempt to fix your hair. Normally, you wouldn’t really care to try and look nice, you were just playing video games, but now you had bubbling nerves in your stomach from a certain someone. A few attempts later, you settled on the best it was going to get. Your phone buzzed again, indicating a text from Mingyu, who was trying to hurry you up. The boys were already downstairs, waiting for your arrival. You rolled your eyes at his sassy text, and grabbed your bag and key before heading out. You’re ashamed at the times you had forgotten your key in the past, so you held onto it for dear life as you closed the door behind you. Just as you stepped out the door and began to turn down the hall, the corner of your eyes caught the infamous three, one of which was the worst of them all. Minghao. The man that had tortured you through the night, sent you back to your hotel soaked and confused, was making his way towards you. Of course, being the starstruck awkward person you are, you froze, hand still on your door handle, and staring down the three in their approach. Minghao somehow managed to look spectacular. His hair was hidden underneath a tye-dye bucket hat, which..on anyone else, you may question this choice..but On Minghao, it just made him look stylish and mysterious all in one. He wore his team, jersey, but paired it with ripped blue jeans, perfect black shoes, and a goddamn belt, again. You wanted him to do so many things to you with these belts he continually wore.

Your imagination was running wild as you were snapped from your own mind by the sound of Hoshi’s voice. “Well, hello gamer girl. You ready to lose today?” He teased, sending you an evil wink with his words. You wanted to spit back something at him, but words did not come as you tried to casually play off your heart beating in your throat. Minghao and Dino giggled at your awestruck look, but Minghao went further, locking eyes with you and biting his lip as the trio swept past you, leaving you shaking in their dust. Your body felt so tense, and you released the air you had been holding in your chest. You couldn’t let Minghao get to your head..Mingyu! Wonwoo! They were waiting.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath and took off down the hallway, running past the evil three to make it to the elevator before they could intrude. Mingyu would ring you apart if you were late. You bit your lip and took a deep breath, safe inside the elevator. You needed to focus, Minghao was in the other bracket, so hopefully you wouldn’t have to see much of him today.

You just had to keep telling yourself that, so you did. You stepped out of the elevator and ran through the crowd, throwing sorries around to people as you swung past them, pushing yourself skillfully between bodies to reach Wonwoo and Mingyu. Mingyu looked annoyed, and Wonwoo looked like he couldn’t care less. Pretty standard. “Finally. Thought we were down a member.” Mingyu threw the words at you with a bit of poison behind them. You knew Mingyu didn’t mean it - he just got very stressed in these situations. You gave him a smile, which he returned.

“I’m sorry, I promise, I am here now, and my head is in the game. I shouldn’t drink so much!” You laughed it off, and gestured for them to follow you as you headed backstage to get some food. Breakfast was first, in which the staff would take the time to go over the schedule. You all found your marked seats, and began to work on the food laid out in front of you. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite. The food tasted incredible, and it was nice to finally relax. You continued to eat while the staff members took attendance and went over rules. The first match of the day would be between you and another team that you’ve fought plenty of times before. Your team would usually come out on top when matched against this team, to no fault of their own, your composition just fared better when matched against theirs. Needless to say, you weren’t overly worried, and it was nice to begin the competition against a team you knew you had a great shot against. The staff let you and the opposing team know when you were allowed on stage, and the time limit you had to situate your computer and settings. They also were great in reminding you all multiple times that this competition was the world finals and being streamed to millions of viewers. You swear you stopped breathing anytime this was brought up. Stage fright was a real thing, but it was not something that needed to emerge right now.

You opted to not listen to the rest of the spiel, and wasted your time fiddling around with games on your phone while talking to Wonwoo. Wonwoo was always good about distracting you when you were nervous. A few games and many laughs later, the staff was done with tormenting you, and you were able to carry on. Mingyu ushered you both to get up - apparently now was your time to go setup your computer. You might’ve known that if you had payed more attention. The three of you rose from your chairs and grabbed your bags. A quick glance over at your arch rivals was all it took to realize Minghao had his gaze locked onto you, undressing you with his eyes and doing only God knows what else. His eyes trailed every inch of you, his dark orbs showing no emotion beyond pure need for you. You could feel the fire ignite in your stomach, but you turned on your heel and quickly followed your teammates to the stage.

Once away from the assaulting eyes of Minghao, you got to work on your computer. Checking all the cords, situating your keyboard and mouse to your liking, and adjusting every setting on the game. It felt nice to be in front of the computer, a place you had grown so accustomed to and become so confident behind. The crowd was growing, watching as you all set the computers up to your needs. You thought you would be a lot more nervous, but as you sat between Mingyu and Wonwoo, it was easy to forget that you were playing in front of thousands live and millions online. With the computers and their settings appropriate, you took off your headset and headed backstage with Wonwoo. Mingyu stayed back for a small interview, while Wonwoo and yourself tried to find some water and a snack before sitting down to play the first match.

“Hey, gamer girl.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t even have to look, you knew it was Hoshi.

“What do you WANT.” You tensed at the last word, turning to see the three ever so cocky gentleman make their way to you and Wonwoo. You just opted to not look at Minghao, that never ended well for you.

“Whoa whoa, there. God, you’re so feisty.” Hoshi held his hands up to defend himself from the words you threw at him. Dino laughed behind him. You weren’t sure what Minghao was doing, as you used every cell in your body to purposefully not look at him. “I was just going to say - good luck. I hope you win, so we can beat you in the finals.” Hoshi teased you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yea, I guess the same to you.” You nodded and turned away, you didn’t need this right now. Wonwoo chased behind you to catch up, and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, don’t let them do that to you. You know why we are here. You know we deserve it.” Wonwoo was always like this. He was always there for you, he waited until he knew you needed him most, which was now. You gave him an assuring smile, and kept walking with him in tow.

“I know. Don’t worry. I’m not intimidated.” You slightly lied. You weren’t intimidated by Hoshi or Dino, no. You were, though, absolutely and without argument intimidated by the likes of Minghao, though. Luckily, you weren’t on stage with Minghao, and he was going to behind a wall, far away from being able to drive you insane.

You all lined up in front of the other team, waving to the crowd as a roar of screams and applause broke out. Such a surreal feeling, seeing all these faces here to watch you. You were enjoying it, but you didn’t have long to bask in such a feeling, as you were about to sit down to the first game of the competition. Your team walked forward, shaking the hands of your opponents before taking a seat at your pre-set computers. It was game time.

The first game began, a plan in place for your teams focus. Applause was breaking out in the crowd anytime someone came close to dying. Screams fell on your headset, causing a muted noise, but you were easily able to focus on the voices of Mingyu and Wonwoo flowing through your ears. Within a few moments, the target you had in place was down. Now it was all clean-up, finishing off the last two opponents. As the last victim fell, you couldn't contain your smile. Wonwoo clapped his hands rigorously, and Mingyu was beaming with the proudest smile. You had one more game to go to win the round, but man..it felt amazing to completely crush the first game.

“Great job, guys! Stay focused! One more!” Mingyu kept your heads in line, kept the focus through the wave of excitement that flew threw your bodies. You began to contain your excitement, your hands shaking a bit on the keyboard as you had to shake your leg to try and get the thrill that ran through you out somehow.

The second game began, and the focus immediately set in, but you could feel your heart pumping adrenaline to every single tip of your body. You were running on pure electricity, every single move you made more pronounced and exciting than usual as your body heated up from all of the adventure that was happening around you. Your team faltered slightly, sending the crowd into hysterics at the loss you almost experienced. Thank god you reacted fast enough, saving Wonwoo from the almost secured death. The other team was audibly upset, yelling their displeasure as they began to rally to attempt the take down again. Wonwoo and Mingyu got together, protecting you as the three of you went straight for the other team, securing your victory.

“WE DID IT!” Mingyu threw off his headset, followed quickly by yours and Wonwoo’s. You all three stood up, and the sound of the crowd hit your uncovered ears. Wonwoo snatched you into a tight hug, jumping up and down and yelling along with the crowd. Your body felt like you had just ran through a fire and a firework. You wanted to explode out of excitement and happiness. You couldn’t believe you had just won your first match at worlds. Mingyu grabbed you both into a hug with his monstrous long arms. The announcer congratulated all of you, and motioned for you to meet him up front. You had to shake the other teams hand before conducting a small interview about your victory.

After the interview, you all ran backstage, thoroughly reliving the feeling of the victory again. In the midst of your over exuberant chatting, your manager came to pull Mingyu away. Mingyu was basically the leader of your team, and had to do yet another interview on the game you all just successfully won. Wonwoo and you continued your banter, laughing and living in the moment. “God, that win sure built up an appetite for me.” You laughed at Wonwoo’s typical statement. You were hungry, but much too excited to eat much. While Wonwoo went to the cafeteria for a meal, you opted to get some water and a snack, and headed to the small table that was laid out for all competitors to pick and choose from. As soon as you turned for the table, you were greeted with the undeniable back side of Minghao himself. Normally, you’d freeze, change your destination, play it off and convince yourself you were totally fine. Coming off your win, though? You felt empowered. You know he watched, he must’ve been impressed at your save to secure your team’s win, and you weren’t feeling nearly as nervous as before. After a deep breath and convincing pep-talk, you made your way to the table.

“Oh, hello. Just getting some water.” You slid up next to Minghao, barely paying him any mind. Minghao froze up next to you at your sudden show of confidence. You leaned forward, brushing your chest up against Minghao’s extended arm while he reached for a water himself. Minghao’s head turned to watch you, and you just let a smirk creep up your face as your pressed into his arm more before retrieving your water. As you went to stand up, you put your lips painfully close to his and whispered to him. “Sorry about that…” Your eyes found his, his pupils made his eyes black and he opened his mouth to reply without finding the correct words. Before anything could be said, you pranced away, leaving Minghao in a state of shock at your forward behavior.

You smiled to yourself as you met back up with Wonwoo, who had a piled high plate of food. You peeked back at Minghao, still standing at the table and eating up every single inch of your body. You bit your lip and eyed his body up and down. This felt good, being so forward and powerful. Minghao seemed to enjoy it too, by the dumbfounded look on his face and the bulge that appeared in his pants. You laughed it off, and sat down at a table with Wonwoo to relax until your last match.

The noise from the crowd let the three of you know how the games outside were going. Cheering, screaming, and lots of laughs were echoing through to the back. You figured how the games would go. You figured the evil three would make their way to the finals, so watching would only drive you all insane. You all opted to sit in the back, play games, and Wonwoo even took a nap. How that man can nap anywhere is beyond you..but whatever.

After your arch rivals obvious victory, they emerged from the door and into the waiting room with everyone else. Minghao barely spared you a look as he blew past your table and into the bathroom. Hoshi and Dino laughed at something you weren’t interested in, and before you could even comprehend what may be going, you were summoned to appear on the stage for your final competition of the day. You were a little distracted, wondering why Minghao was paying no attention to you. He almost looked angry. You know they had won their matches, so why was in such a sour mood?

You tried your best to brush the feelings aside as you took your seat. You really wanted to brew in your head the questions you wanted to ask, but you weren’t here for that. Mingyu and Wonwoo gave their usual pep talk before the game began. This was also another team you had faced many times before. They weren’t as easy for your team to take as the previous team, mostly because of their team composition, but it was doable. You focused all your energy into keeping Mingyu and Wonwoo alive, despite some of their dumb decisions. You shook Minghao out of your mind, and managed to secure the first win. This one was not as exciting, as you continued to dwell in your head. He didn’t even look at you. Did you do too much? Wonwoo saying your name brought you back to the present.

“You okay?” He looked concerned. Now was not the time to tell Wonwoo you were trying to figure out why the guy who has been torturing you for two days, who happens to be on the opposing team at the world finals, is now ignoring you.

“Yes, sorry.” You mumbled, and looked back to your screen. Mingyu and Wonwoo went through the next strategy, guessing the opposite team would also switch theirs. The match began, and your energy all went towards the game. Shutting Minghao out of your head. Wonwoo took a large chain of hits and Mingyu sat in crowd control for too long. You barely saved Wonwoo from death, and the crowd cheered loudly at your success. You all attempted to stay away from the other team while formulating a new plan. You were hyper focused at the game, very aware of everything, but nothing could stop the onslaught the other team forced onto Wonwoo, taking him down once and for all. The crowd groaned along with you, some cheers breaking out as the other team finished the round in their favor.

“Guys!” Mingyu didn’t need to say much more, you all understood. You had one more shot. Now was not the time to flail. Now was not the time to show any weakness. Deep breaths and a few moments later, the final game begin. Your blood was pumping, your ears shut off every noise that didn’t belong to the game or your teammates, and your fingers danced along the keyboard.

“Go go go!” Wonwoo screamed into the mic, directing you to all rush the target of choice. You stayed back, supporting your team from a perfect position. Your entire year led up to this, and you would be damned if you lost it to some silly positioning. Mingyu screamed for you to all fall back, his health at a scary low. The other team chased the three of you around a pillar, which would ultimately be their downfall. You all capitalized on their desperate positioning, grabbing one of their members and eventually ending the match then and there.

You guys were in the finals. The crowd went berserk, screaming and cheering. The announcer screamed your team name throughout the arena. You felt great, your body felt like it was on cloud nine, but there was a nagging in the back of your head. Minghao. You obviously did something, and it was effecting you to the point that you excused yourself from the post-victory interview. Mingyu, as usual, finished off the interview to satisfy the hungry fans, while Wonwoo darted after you, grabbing your arm.

“What’s up, girl? You’re not yourself.” His face looked painfully concerned as he pulled you closer.

“I’m just super tired. These games took it out of me.” You mustered up a weak smile, enough for Wonwoo to somewhat believe you. You continued to convince him of your exhausted state, even if he wasn’t fully buying it.

Eventually, Wonwoo had enough of you avoiding the question, and demanded that you headed up to bed early. You thanked him, but waited for Mingyu to come to the back to give him a hug. It was not their faults you were beating yourself up so much over this guy, and you all played amazingly. They deserved a congratulation. After a hug and goodbye, you made your way to the hotel. The boys would stay and socialize, possibly go out, but reminded you multiple times to call them if you needed absolutely anything.

You were actually really tired. Your body felt 100 pounds heavier as your dragged yourself to your hotel room. The elevator ride seemed to take years longer than usual, and when the doors opened, you felt a huge relief to see your door just down the hallway. As you made your way to the door, you felt more and more excited to finally be relaxed, except..that damn hotel key. “God damnit.” You swore to yourself, digging through your bag and pockets desperately. The key held all the power, but you could not find it anywhere. You were giving up, your patience wearing thin, and as you slammed your bag on the ground in a fit of anger. You closed your eyes, swearing to a higher power. Just as you decided to calm down and retrieve your bag from thee floor, you felt a tightness around the back of your neck, lifting you upwards. The grip around the back of your neck was a hand, and it slowly tightened as it pulled you up. You didn’t react, as you were shocked this was happening to begin with. Who in the fuck was behind you? You remembered Wonwoo and Mingyu, begging you to call for any help you may need. Slight panic set in as the hand gripped even tighter and moved you towards the wall. You fumbled with your hands to try and grab your phone, when another hand swatted them away. As the hand pushed you closer to the wall, you could feel a body press harshly against the back of yours, and that’s when it all clicked. Minghao. You could smell his cologne, you could feel his presence, and your body instantly relaxed. You’re not sure why you relaxed, as he still had a tight hold on your neck and was pushing you firmly against the door, but something about the situation did not seem alarming to you.

Minghao continued to press your body into the door, his grip on the back of your neck not lessening at all as he pressed his body firmly against yours. He took a deep breath in before nipping at your ear and causing electricity to shoot down the back of your spine. His other hand made its way to your wrist, holding it securely behind your back. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass as his body pressed into you. The cold of the door on your cheek gave you a much needed break from the heat that was flowing like lava throughout your entire body. “You’re such a brat.” He growled into your ear, nipping it after he spoke. You didn’t know if you should speak, your core was throbbing and your blood pounded in your ears. Minghao loosened his grip on your neck and pulled you back off the door. With such ease, he twirled you around so you were facing him. His hair was messy, dusting over his forehead and barely covering his black eyes. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing coming heavier than usual as adrenaline burst through his veins. His hand didn’t wait much longer before ending back on the front of your throat and pushing you back against the wall. One of your hands instinctively grasped his wrist that was around your throat, as if to make yourself believe you controlled any part of the situation. The grip he had was the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. Your breathing was mildly constricted, causing your endorphins to run wild through your body. Your eyes were hooded as you stared at him, and you could feel your pussy soaking through your panties.

Minghao smirked at your fucked out appearance and moved one of his legs forward, parting yours. Minghao was fairly taller than you, tall enough that when he slid his leg between yours, you could easily feel your heat slide across his knee, causing a moan to break from your throat. Minghao’s knee stayed exactly where it was, while his free hand glided up the side of your body, sending shivers down your spine. His hand made its way up until it landed on your breasts, sliding over the thin material of your jersey. Your nipples began to harden at the contact, and Minghao’s eyes locked with yours as you moaned from the feeling. There you were. Pinned against your room door in the middle of the hotel hallway while Minghao’s leg rested against your heat, his hand teasing your nipples and his other hand never leaving its rightful place on your neck. He leaned forward to your ear, his breath flowing across your ear as he whispered to you, “Move.”

You needed no more instruction as your hips began to move on his thigh. Strangled moans left your lips, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you finally were getting to release some of the tension you were feeling. Minghao watched you in absolute awe as your body begged for every inch of him, grinding on his thigh, using his wrist that was at your neck to help you grind harder and harder. The friction of your jeans and his thigh had you sliding the perfect spot against your clit. Minghao gripped your breast harder, and slid his leg up more to help you create an even better feeling.

“Fuck, I’m not sure if you deserve to cum after today” He groaned, his eyes never leaving your face for a second. He loved the look of torture you had on, of absolute desperation and need. Your eyes tried to open, you tried to focus on him through the lust and need you were filled with. At this point, you didn’t care if someone walked out of the room, your body was on the edge and you needed to cum. Minghao’s leg pressed harder against your pussy, his hand gripped harder on your neck and his breathing became more and more shallow. You could feel the edge, you could see the wave of pleasure approaching as you tried to make noise but none came out. Your head tilted back and your hips took over, moving your dripping core as hard and fast against his leg as you could. You decided cumming was more important than breathing, as you used the last strength and air you had to scream Minghao’s name, begging to let you cum.

“Cum for me.” With those three words, Minghao pressed his leg even further into your pussy, sending you crashing into that wave of pleasure. His hand released his tight hold on your neck, allowing you to gasp in gulps of air as you body spun into a spike of intense pleasure and some pain. Minghao watched in fascination as your body began to grind down on him harder, chasing the last moments of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so hot right now..” He whispered under his breath. Your body began to shake, your knees were weak, and you could barely stand as you began to come off the intense high you were on. Minghao moaned, trying to catch his own breath as he helped steady you on your feet. Once you were stable, Minghao reached down to pick up your bag, and magically, your key appeared in his hand. He handed you the key, and as he placed it in your hand, he took a hold of your wrist. You looked up at him through your heavy eyes. Minghao looked back, his mouth curving into a mischievous smile. His hand took yours, moving it over to him and placing it on his rock hard cock. He began to moan, pressing his cock harder into your hand, rocking back and forth. Your eyes went wide, he was so big and so fucking hard. His head fell back as he began to fuck himself in your hand. As you went to wrap your hand around his cock, he pulled back, sending you to fall forward slightly.

“Next time, maybe.” He smirked, raised a hand and pressed you against the door by your shoulder. You looked at him in shock. You were so confused, you wanted more again already, you needed more, but he was in control, and he had put a stop to it. Minghao came closer to you, pressing his body firmly against yours and grinding his cock into you. He leaned down, locked eyes with yours and pressed a burning hot kiss against your lips. Kissing Minghao felt like the best thing you never knew you needed, but now that you had him, you never wanted it to end. You pressed your lips into him harder, needing to taste every inch of him, but Minghao pulled away, breathing heavily and smiling down at you. “Sleep tight..”

And he was gone. His figure faded down the hallway, leaving you a mess and leaving you feeling absolutely filled and empty all at the same time. Your body began to turn cold, missing the feeling of Minghao’s body pressed against yours. You left yourself breath as you shakily turned to your door. Before you could get the key in, the elevator dinged. Que the two people you really didn’t want to see. Mingyu and Wonwoo skipped out of the elevator, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired. They both slowed their excited pace when they saw you, hair a mess, eyes heavy, knees weak and shaking as you attempted to get the key into the door.

“Hey..are you okay?” Wonwoo questioned for what felt like the millionth time today. You nodded to him and successfully opened the door to your awaiting oasis.

“I really need to sleep, night.” You quipped back as you carefully slid yourself in your room. You could hear Wonwoo begin to argue, but you slammed your door shot and staggered over to your bed.

One more night. That’s all you had to get through.  

[darisugawa]

❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞ for uhhhhhhhhh Jakurai he deserves to get his meat beat

so yeah this one’s another Long One and it took me 84 years a;sldkfjAS;DLKFJ 

but tbh shoutout to @theempresskaizer who left like the nicest tag dump under my samatoki fic bc it gave me the Encouragement to finish this scenario for jakurai thank u

ANYWAY UH… this is phone sex just. straight up. so very dialogue heavy LOL

Negative Numbers

          ↪ Jakurai/Reader

Jakurai doesn’t consider himself a man of many indulgences.

He could make many excuses as to why that is, whether it’shis schedule, his lack of desire, his priorities–anything. There’s along list of things that come before his own pleasures that he has sorted downto a particular science and he’s too meticulous to stray from it at this pointin his life. Or perhaps he’s just getting old–too stubborn to strayfrom habit to fix what’s not entirely broken.

The only problem is that his current predicament might be inneed of fixing, given that it’s not the first time he’s had to deal withit in just the past two weeks.

Jakurai sighs to himself, having woken up from another dream–sovery unlike him, as seeing things in his sleep only ever means bad news.They’re not like the nightmares, at least, but he wonders if they’re worse.There is tea to drink and syringes to fiddle with when he is restless frombattle-hardened memories, but there is no quick fix to longing,indefinite as it is. Matters of the heart are confusing andfrustrating–incomprehensible and without reason. Jakurai dislikes problemsthat don’t come with decided formulas, even if he begrudgingly understands thathe’s no exception their inevitable nature.

He’d prefer it, at least, if that said longing took a moreshapeless, anonymous form. It’d be far, far easier if he didn’tassociate his desires with you.

Another sigh escapes him as he sits up, ever aware of the heatthat’s coiled up at his very core and how he strains against his pants.He’s not been a teenager for some time, but Jakurai is certain he’s notexperienced inane wet dreams in just as long. Faint images of animaginary you remain in his mind–your lips wrapped around his cock as you lookup to him, observing every reaction he gives you. The thought isn’t nearly assatisfying when he’s lucid, as the feeling ghosts along him instead ofactually providing anything of substance. Jakurai drags his legs over the sideof the bed and puts his face in his hands with a groan. He will have to takecare of this, even though a small part of him loathes putting the effort into asolution that will only last him a short while.

The clock reads 2:17 AM.

As it turns to 2:18, his phone rings.

Jakurai doesn’t bother to check the name before quicklyanswering it, hoping that maybe whoever it is may have more importantmatters to distract him with. Perhaps it’s Ichiro-kun, who’ll apologize for thelate hour but insist he needs some over-the-counter suggestions for one of hisbrothers… He considers Doppo-kun, but realizes he’d more likely be trying tosleep at this hour. Hifumi-kun should be at work, and–

“Oh, Jakurai-san? I didn’t think you’d answer at this hour.”

… Ah. This is quite the predicament.

“… It’s not very common,” he grunts out, cursing his ownluck that the very source of his distractions is just on the other end of theline. The sound of your voice sends a shiver down his spine and Jakurai pincheshis own thigh, as if reminding himself to keep his composure.

“You do sound like you’ve just woken up,” you say,sounding a little guilty. “I apologize if–”

“No,” he says, too hasty, before he shakes his head,trying to get rid of the haze. “No, I was… already awake. It’s no trouble. Whatwas it you wished to call me for?”

“You asked me for those documents a few days ago, remember?I’ve finally gotten them gathered and organized, so I figured I’d leave you avoicemail since your phone is usually off at these hours.”

“Is… that right?” he asks, just barely able to wrap his mindaround what you’re talking about. Jakurai ends up focusing so much on the soundof your voice that he can’t even comprehend what you’re saying. Goodness.

“… You sound flustered, Jakurai-san,” you say, soundingsuspicious. He shivers again at the sound of his name on your tongue. “Did I…perhaps interrupt something?”

Ah. A direct question, as always. Jakurai clears his throat,caught off guard, but he knows that alone has given him away and he wonders ifyou have that curious smile turning your lips up at this revelation. Thesilence is heavy, but you wait for his answer patiently. He swallows.

“… Something like that, perhaps.”

“I see,” you say, humming to yourself on the other end. “Yetyou saw it fit to answer me right away, regardless? It makes me wonder of yourintentions, Jakurai-san.”

“Nothing unsavory, I can promise,” he insists. Not foranswering the phone, at least. “I was quite hoping for a distraction fromthis… issue of mine, actually.”

“Oh? Talking business to get your mind on other things?” youask, sounding as if you’re shifting your phone from one ear to the other. “Or…were you looking for another sort of distraction?”

Jakurai feels himself throb and uses all of hiswillpower not to curse aloud. “… Is that your offer?’’

“I wouldn’t mind. We’re good friends, aren’t we?” youinsist. “I’m a bit pent up myself… it could be mutually beneficial.’’

Mutually beneficial. It sounds so clinical, butJakurai wants to use it as a proper excuse for himself. Maybe it’s not right ofhim, but if he can rationalize he’s also helping you in the process,then he suddenly doesn’t feel so bad about it.

… Is he really so desperate that he’ll reach for anything?

“… What do you propose?”

“Hm… Will just my voice do for you?”

“Yes.”

He hears you giggle on the other end and he moves to leanback against his bed frame. This is shameless, he knows, but you areboth adults. You know him too well by now to offer him something like thiswithout knowing the consequences… of which there will be many in the aftermaththat you’ll have to talk about in extent. But just this once, Jakurai doesn’twant to consider the details–he just wants you to tell him what to do.

“Tell me then, good doctor,” you say and he hears the soundof a chair leaning back. “What were you thinking about before you picked up thephone?”

Jakurai wraps an arm around his stomach, gripping at his ownclothes. “… I was dreaming of that which I do not have.”

“And what would that be?”

He’s afraid to say it, but your gentle voice prods him,anyway. “… You.”

“Oh?” you ask, feigning surprise as you hum to yourself. Youknow exactly what you’re doing, but he’s not inclined to stop you. “That’s verycurious indeed… For you to be so riled up, I must’ve been doing somethinginappropriate, for certain.”

“… It is my own fault, to have imagined it that way.”

“Nobody’s blaming anyone, are they? I’m simply askingbecause I want to help, Jakurai-san…” you say with an even tone. “… Was it myhand? Perhaps my mouth you were thinking of?”

His hand starts to loosen its grip. “… Your mouth.”

You fake a gasp of surprise, but he doesn’t respond to itright away. “Really? You’d be so desperate for me to have a taste ofyou? Jakurai-san, I’m surprised…” You pause. “… Though I suppose being calleda god makes one long for someone to kneel before them.”

“… I’m no better than any man seeking the warmth ofanother,” he says, allowing himself to push his pants past his hips and lettingout a sigh of relief as he rids himself of restraint. “I wish to be nothingmore before you, if I may…”

“Before me? Jakurai-san, you must be joking.”

“You would need only to ask of me…” he insists, shivering ashe wraps a hand around himself, circling his thumb at the tip. “Call it worshipif you wish… I’ll confess at your altar, if only you’d be mine…”

“Dangerous words from a dangerous man, Jakurai-san,” yousay, thought you sound a little breathless. He wonders if he can have that sortof effect on you–if you long in the same way that he does. “Surely…I’ll let your words go to my head, if I’m not careful.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,”–never to you–“So youneed not to worry… If it’s a god you wish to be, then I would make it so…”Jakurai starts to stroke himself then, sighing as he imagines your hand insteadof his own–smaller, more delicate.

“Do you always make such impossible promises?” you ask. “Itmakes me wonder what it is you expect of me…”

“I expect nothing,” he says, moving his hand in a twistingmotion. “Even if this is all you’ll give me in the end… I won’t be able tostop. I’m too far along to let go…”

He hears you sigh against his ear this time and he wondersif you’ve begun to touch yourself, too. The thought haunts him–the image ofyou messily half-dressed as you seek release with him, unable to experienceanything but your own touch. Do you wish his hands were on you instead, the wayhe does yours? Do you want him to unravel you, take you apart until you laybare beneath him in the same way?

“… You offer too much of yourself, good doctor,” you saywith a breathless laugh. “… Wouldn’t you prefer to be a little selfish? Letme take care of you…?”

He stutters out a quiet moan, speeding up his pace a little.“I dare not to hope for such things, you must realize…”

“Let me indulge you then,” you insist, your breath hitchingas you speak. “Though all you have are my words right now… You can ask mefor whatever you like, Jakurai-san.”

“… You’re all I want,” he admits, too caught up in his ownpleasure to reel himself back in. “These are desires only you could possiblysatisfy… I long only for what you and you alone can give me…”

He hears a moan from the other end and Jakurai slumps backfurther against his bed frame. You’re in your own throes of pleasure, allbecause of him and he can hardly stand that he’s not there to see ithimself. It’s quiet between you two for a moment, save for the sounds you shareover the phone, but you speak up again after a while.

“… Allow me to give you that,” you eventually tell him,short of breath and so, so close–or so he hopes. “If it’s just me youwant, then take it… I won’t stop you.”

“Please–”

“You can finish… just for me, Jakurai-san.”

For you.

His breath hitches when he feels himself spill over hishand, leaning back heavily as it trails down his knuckles. He calls your nameout in whispers, wishing so desperately that you might be here to kiss it outof his mouth. Jakurai doesn’t have such a luxury, so he at least settles forhearing you call out for him in turn as you reach your own high from the otherend. You share heavy breaths over the phone and he’s too content to want tomove from his spot, wanting to let the moment drag on for as long as possible.You’re the one who breaks the silence and he almost regrets it.

“… Was that what you were looking for, Jakurai-san?”

He doesn’t answer right away, gathering his thoughts. “…Did you mean it? When you said you wouldn’t stop me?”

You laugh in response. “As you would do the same, I wouldn’tlie to you.”

His shoulders relax and despite himself, he feels hopeful.“Perhaps my timing is terrible, but… may I see you tomorrow? We should… discusssome things.”

“Of course. I’d hate to leave you with just thoughts of me…I’m not so cruel, you know.”

“Only when you don’t feel like it,” he says, unable to helpthe chuckle that leaves his throat.

“I won’t be cruel to you, is what I mean,” you say,sounding indignant. “But… the hour is late. For now, you should rest… and wecan have our talk tomorrow.”

“… You swear it?”

“On my very soul, Jakurai-san,” you say. “I’ll come for you,worry not.”

He nods to himself, offering a hum of approval before hefinally bids you good night. You’ll come for him, you promised it, anddespite the mess he’s in, his worries are no longer there in the back of hismind.

Jakurai will see you tomorrow–perhaps things will be setback on the right path, then.

[marvelgbt-posts]

You Can Stay Under My Umbrella (M! Reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (yet to be posted)

{Tom Holland x Stylist! Male! Reader}

Warnings: Bad writing, also im in here for a short period- hello.

Summary: Tom goes to a costume fitting, and later takes you home in the rain under his Spiderman umbrella.

A/N: ella-ella-ey-ey-ey under my umbrella-ella-ella-ey-ey-ey-ey ey-ey (p.s. sry it’s short, and this takes place during the shooting of infinity war) 

i should also mention I’ve (obviously) never been on a movie set before, so i dont know how costume fittings work when it comes to  behind the scenes. But i have done performances and this is generally how they have worked for me, with some exceptions. So imma just go off experience. Also, lets pretend tom doesn’t have a trailer on set, k? Let’s pretend he has a home in America. Cuz i already wrote it and its done and I’m too lazy to go back.

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“Shhh-it,” Tom cursed under his breath, frantically putting on his pants. “Hey, Tom. Make sure you take an umbrella, it’s raining crazy out there,” Harry said, throwing his brother a shirt. He caught it and put it over his head- backwards.

“Tom-” Patrick caught his older brothers attention as he gave Tom his Spiderman umbrella. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the small gesture, ruffling the hair of his younger brother. “Thanks, Paddy.” Patrick smiled.

Tom was running late for a costume fitting. There was going to b e a new Spiderman suit in Infinity War, and he had to get his costume resized twice. Sam had caught Tom on his way out, handing throwing him his phone and keys. “Thanks, Sam,” Tom rushed out the door and into the pouring rain.

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Once Tom made it to the studio, he searched for his dressing room, he threw his phone and keys onto the small table and slumped in his chair. Only a minute late, good. It usually took his stylist five minutes before he came to his room.

It was now 8:29, and Tom was still alone in his room. He was beginning to panic, thinking he had either come at the wrong day or the wrong time. Was this even his dressing room. Yes, it was, it had his name on the front when he last checked, which was before he entered.

He heard the door open, and in walked Jay, who was a stylist, but not his stylist. “Sorry, I’m late, Jr. Clark mixed the outfits name tags again and Maria and I had to switch them ourselves. I swear one of these days, he’s gonna get himself fi- oh. Hey Tom, I’m sorry I must have walked in the wrong room. Sorry ‘bout that.” At this point, Jay was reversing their costume back out the door. Tom smiled, “No worries.”

It was another 3 minutes before his stylist came in, the right one. “Hey, (M/n)! Took your sweet time,” Tom teased. You chuckled, sending shivers down Tom’s spine, “Yeah, sorry. It’s just Clark-”

“Messed up the name tags? Yeah, Jay already told me.”

“Oh, I see. Well, what are you waiting for, get outta those clothes. Let’s get you changed.”

“Kay.”

“Wait, Tom… Is your shirt on backwards?”

***

You were behind Tom, fixing the back of his costume. The suit had clung to itself in certain areas and you needed to fix it, pulling on it so it would even out. You snuck a glance at Tom’s butt, holding in laughter at the thought of him wearing a thong underneath.

“What’s so funny?” Tom asked, turning to you, “Does it not fit right? Is it ripped?” You shook your head, telling him it’s was something you’d seen the day before you remembered. He nodded, turning back around, though sneaking glances at you from time to time… to time.

Finally, the full suit was on. All that was left to do was see if he could move and perform freely in it. You asked Tom to do some tests for you, like raising his arms and jumping, and touching his toes.

“Looks like the suit is finally ready to go,” you smiled, giving Tom a thumbs up with both hands. Tom smiled, he didn’t know why. The suit fitting him wasn’t that big of a deal, why was he so giddy?

***

Tom had recorded some scenes of him as Peter Parker for Far From Home, and then went home. Already, he could feel his body craving for Tessa’s touch. He had already had his planner full. He was going to play with Tessa from 12:30 until he went to sleep. Very busy schedule.

He had opened up his Spiderman umbrella, shielding himself from the rain with it. As he was walking to his car, he heard a familiar voice, “Even promoting your own merchandise? Wow, Tom, I hadn’t expected you to do something like that.” It was you, he turned around, smiling, “It’s my brothers actually.” You made a silent ‘oh’ sound, nodding your head, “I see… cute.”

Tom then noticed you hadn’t had an umbrella, and that you were soaking. Your hair stuck to your face, dripping with water. You were shivering. “Well, my house is just down the street a few blocks from here. I’ll be on my way. See you next week, Holland.” You waved, walking past him. Tom watched you leave, rain hitting your body as if assaulting you.

He ran up behind you, reaching up to cover both of you with the umbrella. You looked down at Tom. God, he was pretty tiny for 22.

“What are you doing?” You asked, amusement lacing your voice. Tom shrugged, looking forward.

“You said your house was a few blocks from here, so is my car. I’ll drop you off at home.”

“No, that won't be necessary,Tom. Thank you, though.”

Tom refused, insisting that he drop you off. ‘Because he’s British and British people are gentlemen was his argument’. You gave up and walked home, Tom right beside you.

***

“And then- haha- the scene where Thor had to catch the Mjolnir, Chris couldn’t get a grip on the handle- so- he-” you chuckled to yourself a bit, Tom giggling as well, “-he kept throwing it. His balance was so off he kept hitting the stupid thing with the palm of his hand. So Captain America had his shield and Thor was just awkwardly trying to get a grip on the hammer. Hemsworth’s face throughout it though, too. We all had a good laugh from it.”

On the way, you and Tom had decided to talk about what you two experience in the field of film. He talked about what it was like to see himself on video and you described fashion-fails and bloopers while you were on set. “Did you know Hiddleston once almost fell down the stairs in that scene where he finds out he’s a frost giant because his cape was too long? So i had to fix it, which delayed our scheduling by a day.”

Tom nodded, chuckling, thinking of what his coworker would look like at a panicked state at the top of a staircase.

“Well, this is my stop. See you, Tom,” You waved, walking up to the front door of your house to unlock it. Once you did, you and Tom made eye contact for about 10 seconds, before Tom rushed up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek, having to hoist himself up on his toes and using your shoulder for balance to do it.

He ran off the direction you two came down on, waving to you as he yelled, “See you next week, (L/n)!”

You smiled, fingers barely grazing over you now warmed up cheeks were he had kissed you, as you said a quick goodbye under your breath, “See you next week, Holland.”

Ewwwwwww this sucked ass… part 2?

[writinginstardust]

Pining For A Prince | Part 2

Pairing: Keith x Lance

Warnings: some swearing and mentions of drinking/sex

A/N:  We must thank god for strangers who can’t keep their mouths shut for they may be the key to ending the pining of my two favourite idiots. Also I’ve not been to American Disney in forever so I’m working off very limited knowledge of how stuff works there but I’ve googled and like the tunnels and stuff under the parks are a real thing, they just might not be exactly as I’ve made them but like who cares? Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2793

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At the happiest place on Earth a new day brought with it a very tired and grumpy-looking group of 18-24 year-olds and one surprisingly chipper 20-year-old attempting to carry a frankly outrageous number of caffeinated drinks. That 20-year-old was of course Lance because apparently he was the only one who had anything close to a healthy sleep schedule.

“Morning everyone!” He greeted as he entered their favourite lounge area under the park.

“He brought coffee! Thank god, I think I might die without it!” Allura was the closest to being awake of them all and called out the second she saw him. Immediately he was charged by all his friends as they scrambled to get their caffeine fix.

“Alright guys, let me put these down and then you animals can kill each other for your coffee.” They backed off and gave him room to get to one of the tables but were back at it before he even had a chance to grab his own drink.

“Lance, sweetie, you are an angel. Thank you!” Allura pressed kiss to his cheek as she passed with Romelle who grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

“Thanks doofus!” that was Pidge who was clearly so tired she hadn't noticed her costume wasn't on right and the sight made him chuckle a bit before a warm hand clapping him on the shoulder drew his focus. He turned his head and was met with a sleepy smile from Keith. It was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life and he felt his cheeks flush as it brought to mind a very vivid image of what it would be like to wake up to that every morning.

“Thanks man. And thanks for ordering it the way I like, Shiro always refuses to.” Another surprising thing Lance had learned about Keith was that instead of the expected bitter black coffee, he liked the most sickeningly sweet stuff Lance had ever tasted. It was honestly disgusting and he didn't understand how Keith could drink it like that but with his odd coffee taste, who was he to judge?

“No biggie, I know what you're all like without it.”

“I'd argue that we're a delight without the caffeine but I was about ready to kill someone just for a sip when you turned up.” The statement came from Nadia and knowing her as Lance did, he absolutely believed it.

“Looks like I got here just in time. You guys enjoy, I've gotta get changed.”

“Oh shit, me too!” Apparently Keith had only just realised he was still in his own sweatpants and t-shirt rather than his costume.

“You're  hopeless in the morning. C'mon dude, let's go. You too Matt, you've forgotten your tights.” Lance grabbed their hands and tugged them into the changing rooms, not thinking about the fact that he was about to see Keith in a state of semi-undress that his body likely couldn't actually handle.

It took him longer it should have to get in costume, his eyes frequently being drawn to to Keith. It wasn't his fault. Keith was really, really hot. It's not like he hadn't known that before but suddenly being confronted with the reality of Keith's abs- Lance's brain short-circuited.

“Hey Matt, come help me with this would you? Shiro normally does it for me.”

“Sorry, I've got coffee to drink and a little sister to annoy.” Matt, who had until then been doing absolutely nothing, flashed them both a cheeky grin and grabbed his untouched coffee before rushing towards the door. “I'm sure Lance would be happy to help though!” And then he was gone. Bastard.

“You mind?” Keith seemed unconcerned with Matt's sudden, odd behaviour and oblivious to Lance's internal struggle between wanting to be close to him and wanting to run away at the thought.

“...Uh, yeah okay.” He shrugged in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner and made quick work of sorting out the last of Keith's costume. He might have lingered, hands smoothing down some of the fabric for longer than was necessary, but he would deny it happened if Keith decided to call him out on it.

“Thanks.” Keith’s voice was unexpectedly quiet and strained and Lance flicked his eyes up in surprise, not having noticed just quite how close their faces were, breath mingling in the small gap between their lips. Lance was too startled to move away or in fact do anything but stare. He’d never been quite this close to Keith before and was caught in the violet of his eyes, even more beautiful up close, he could get lost in those eyes for days.

After a few more moments had passed and Lance had still failed to move or react in any way but staring in awe, Keith’s cheeks developed an adorable blush that he knew was going to be stuck in his mind all day. Keith cleared his throat and that finally broke his trance. He stepped back quickly, feeling his own cheeks heating up and praying that the older boy wouldn’t notice.

“Uh, yeah...no problem dude.” He flashed him a quick smile before hurrying to finish dressing himself, needing to not be alone with Keith any longer. Footsteps passed close behind him as Keith made his way to the door and Lance tried not to look at him, still feeling awkward. He breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally shut and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. Images of Keith’s soft smile, his cute blush, his beautiful eyes flashed before him and he groaned, scrubbing at his eyes to try and get rid of them. They wouldn’t go.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. It was going to be a tough day.

It only got worse a couple of hours later. A little after the park opened they were all still lingering near the castle meeting guests and taking photos. Normally by then many of them would have left, Lance and Allura off to New Orleans Square, Pidge to Pixie Hollow, the princesses to Fantasyland, Matt pretty much wherever he pleased, but they’d all got caught up by the sheer number of guests wanting to meet them today.

A cute little girl in a purple dress and mouse ears came up to him, eyes wide with the wonder he saw countless times a day.

“You’re prince Naveen.”

“I am little one, what can I do for you?”

“I wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty.”

“Why thank you, you’re very pretty too.” The little girl blushed and giggled at the compliment.

“But don’t you think Tiana is the most beautiful?” Her gaze strayed to where Allura was entertaining a family with 4 young children and Lance followed it. He knew what the girl meant, Allura was stunning. Movement behind her caught his eye as he watched and he flicked his focus to it, spotting Keith leading a girl of about 11 in a little dance, both of them smiling brightly. God it was adorable.

“You’re right, Tiana is very beautiful. You want to know a secret though?”

“Yes!” The girl’s smile widened further and she wiggled about in excitement.

“I think Prince Eric is really pretty too.” He whispered it to her and she giggled again before whispering back.

“Can I tell you a secret too?” He nodded. “I think he’s pretty too.” Lance grinned.

“I think you should tell him that. Just don’t tell him what I said. Pinky promise?” He held out his little finger and she wrapped her own around it.

“Pinky promise.”

“You know, I think Princess Tiana would like to meet you, we should go see her now, it looks like she’s free.” The little girl glanced over and sure enough the family previously occupying Allura were just getting ready to head off. Lance took her hand and walked the few feet between them and Allura.

“Princess, I’ve got someone for you to meet. She thinks you’re really pretty.” The little girl blushed but smiled anyway. They spent another minute or so talking with her and allowed her parents to take some photos before they each gave her a quick hug and she skipped away in the direction of Ezor and Keith. He looked over at said boy and felt his stomach flip. He really shouldn’t have mentioned thinking he was pretty but his mind had been occupied with him and it had slipped out. It was okay though, it’s not like Keith would find out.

“Stop staring, you’re being obvious.” Allura whispered, smirking when he turned back to her. The crowd had thinned significantly and they were finally able to head off to New Orleans Square, walking slowly arm in arm.

“Maybe I will, but only if you stop looking at Romelle every 30 seconds. You’re the one that’s being obvious.” He smirked right back. Two could play at this game.

“I really don’t like it when you’re right.” She let it drop after that and they continued walking, stopping every now and then to talk to a few park guests, neither noticing their crushes gazing after them.

A gentle tug on his costume brought Keith’s attention away from his conversation with Ezor and down to a giggling little girl with mischief in her eyes.

“Hey kiddo, you need something?”

“I need to tell you something but it’s a secret so you can’t tell anyone else.”

“I promise I won’t say a word.” He crouched down and allowed her to lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Prince Naveen thinks your pretty.” Well that wasn’t what he expected at all. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly and he leaned back to look at her questioningly.

“Did he tell you that?” She nodded vigorously.

“Yep, do you think he’s pretty too?” His eyes flicked involuntarily over to Lance who was walking away with Allura and he felt a dopey, in-love smile spread across his face.

“I think he’s very pretty. You can’t tell anyone though.”

“I promise.” He didn't believe that at all, assuming she'd probably made a similar promise to Lance, but seeing as she'd already talked to him he felt his secret was probably safe. She didn't say anything more and ran off back to her parents leaving a very mentally whiplashed Keith in her wake.

He spent most of the next hour completely unable to focus. Sure he managed do his job well, pretending was second nature by now, but his mind was racing a million miles an hour. What had Lance meant by calling him pretty? Was the child being totally honest? Did this mean Lance might like him as well? Or was he reading too much into the compliment? He didn't want to get his hopes up though and wasn't sure what he'd even do if Lance did like him back, there was no way he'd ever be able to actually ask him on a date himself, even being certain of his feelings.

He groaned as he entered his usual break lounge, why did having feelings have to be so difficult? James, looking very nice in his Flynn Rider get-up, Romelle, Nyma, and Adam all looked up as he entered, the four of them calling out half-hearted greetings from where they relaxed, recovering from the heat as best they could before having to brave it again.

“Hey guys.” He grabbed some water and flopped into a seat beside Adam, making no further attempt at conversation as he continued thinking about what Lance had apparently said.

“Something on your mind?” Adam was looking at him quizzically, he'd learned to read Keith pretty well over the years they'd known each other.

“Nothing to worry about,” he lied, faking a reassuring smile that he knew Adam would see right through anyway. Luckily for him, or unlucky as the case may be, a new voice interrupted.

“So, Romelle, tomorrow: Allura, me, Nadia, James, Hunk and Shay, beach barbecue and drinks? You in?” Of course it was Lance, the one person he couldn't be around right now. “Oh, hey Keith!”

“Hey Lance,” he said it so quietly he wasn't sure the other boy even heard and shrunk in on himself at Lance's gaze on him. Lance studied him for a moment longer confused by the awkward response but shrugged it off quickly. A knowing glance between the two boys and smirk from Adam made Keith want to curl up and die.

“Romelle?” Thankfully Lance turned his attention back to the girl.

“I'd love to come, I'll need a ride though and if you're all drinking…” she trailed off. Romelle lived too far from their favourite, virtually unknown, little beach to walk.

“You could stay with Allura for a couple of days, she said she doesn't mind.” Keith could hear the plotting tone in Lance's voice. At least someone was likely to get their happily ever after soon.

“Sounds great.” Romelle was definitely blushing and Keith was with everyone else in hoping this might finally get the two girls together. “Keith should come too though. You've got the day off right?” And now everyone was looking at him expectantly, Romelle with a wicked smile. Maybe Keith wasn't as invested in her happiness as he thought.

“Uh- is there any point if I can't drink with you guys?” Keith lived as far away as Romelle and he'd never been thankful for that until now. It may just be his ticket out of a day of Lance-induced torture.

“You could stay with me if you want?” Did Lance really have to be such a considerate friend all the time? Really? Keith couldn't deny that the chance to be alone with Lance, spend the night with him, would normally have been a gift but today it seemed more like a curse. Of course now he had no good reason not to go. It would be weird not to accept the offer.

“Alright then, you're sure you don't mind?”

“Yeah it's no problem dude, everyone's still on for dinner at Hunk's tonight yeah? V can catch a ride home with Axca, Shiro can take your car, and I’ll give you a ride if that's okay? Like no offense, but I do not trust your driving.” Keith contemplated arguing in defence of his driving but ultimately just nodded his agreement to the plan. Apparently one night at Lance's was becoming two and this was really not going to be good for his heart. “Awesome. I'll see you guys later then.” He waved and left the lounge allowing Keith to relax again at last. For about five seconds. Adam leaned over and whispered to him.

“I know I'm not technically the big brother but I'm doing this on Shiro's behalf.” Keith didn't like where this was going. Anything done on behalf of Shiro was not a good thing in his books. “Have fun on your date and remember to use protection. We don't want little Keith and Lance hybrids running around just yet.” Keith so nearly smacked him for that.

“How is it that you of all people have such a poor understanding of how biology and gay sex work?” He glared. “And it's not a date.” He added as an afterthought. He kind of wished it was though.

“Sure it's not.” He couldn't be bothered to argue anymore and instead opted for rolling his eyes and shoving Adam away, sinking further into his seat and spacing out again. Lance, once again was at the forefront of his mind and he spent a long time trying in vain to figure out what on earth he had meant when he'd said he was pretty. He continued drawing blanks and had only succeeded in giving himself a headache by the time Ezor shook him back to reality.

“Come on, break time is over, we've got kids to entertain.”

“Right,” he said, still a bit dazed, “coming.” He was about to say goodbye to the others when he realised they'd all already left. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with Lance thoughts he might have realised that obviously they wouldn't still be there, his break had started later after all. However, unfortunately Lance, whether present or not, had an uncanny ability to completely scramble his thoughts and throw out any sort of logic he might have.

Sighing, Keith scrubbed a hand over his face and went to a mirror to check his appearance, touching up his costume makeup a little and smoothing his hair back in place. He followed Ezor back through the tunnels and out into the park, desperately trying to push the last lingering wisp of Lance from his mind but it clung on stubbornly, not unlike Lance himself. It was going to be a long day.

[rosegoldcross18]

BatBoys Headcanons #2

You Get Closer:

Dick Grayson:

Ever since what you both called the “gym incident” a few months ago, you and Richard Grayson have started dating a bit. It was a weird dynamic, as it wasn’t as serious as it normally would be. You’d take turns taking each other out to the most random places, ranging from lunch dates to across-the-street-dates. You loved how honest he was with you and how special he made you feel. He had the most beautiful people falling at his feet, but whenever you two were together, you had all his attention. Whatever you had to say he honored and you, likewise.

It was no secret that you were falling for Richard; even road kill would be able to see. You constantly find yourself unable to stop giggling around him, always wanting to look your best, and generally happier. You had it bad for him, but you didn’t want to scare him away by being too forward. Besides, you were pretty sure it all spoke for itself anyway, but Richard had a tendency of being quite the airhead sometimes, you noticed, so it probably flew over him. That’s never stopped you from thinking that maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, but at the same time you always stopped yourself from expecting too much.

On a certain Wednesday afternoon though, something sort of changed in your little arrangement. Your shift had just finished and you were about to clock out of work, when a commotion in the lobby caught your attention. You shuffled over to the crowd and saw Richard sitting by the lounge, looking as hot as ever. He dressed simply, a black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar and black jeans. “Richard?” you call out to him. “What are you doing here?”

Immediately his gaze went to you, going from uncomfortable to elated in half a second. All eyes went to you, varying shades of green in each of the women present. “Hey beautiful.” He greets, slinging one of his arms around your shoulders. Another thing that swept you off your feet all the time: you’re the only one he calls beautiful. “I was thinking a steak dinner tonight. You up for it?”

“If I start gaining weight because of you, I swear Grayson, you’re gonna die.” You point an accusatory look at him and he returns it with a sheepish one.

“It doesn’t really matter to me. You’ll always be stunning no matter what.” There was something about the way he said it that told you he wasn’t just fooling around. It wasn’t as lighthearted like all those times before. No, this felt like it had meaning.

And as he walked you to the steakhouse with his hand sliding down to hold yours, your hope for the two of you never felt stronger.

Jason Todd:

Water rushed over your hands as you lathered the soap. You had just finished off your last ink job for the day, another very satisfied customer walking out your door. Now all that’s left was to close up shop and you’d be on your way home. Gathering your things and fixing yourself up a bit, you shut the lights and lock the doors before leaving. As your boots clacked along the moonlit curb, your eyes darted all around, vigilant. Your apartment was a good twenty minute walk from here, but the streets were darker than they should be, and you weren’t exactly in the safest place in Gotham, so it was always quite the nervous trek.

As you made your way past the first two alleyways, a bunch of guys stuck their hungry eyes at you. You heard them before you saw them; they began whistling and crowing as you walked by. Obviously they were teenagers, with no sense of fashion too, you noted. They were dressed like stereotypical gangsters, the ones you see on a corny cop movie, but they were far from intimidating. They were bold, though, you’d give them that. Especially since one decided you were harmless enough to approach.

“Hello there, little lady. Whatchu doin’ walking out here by yourself? It’s dangerous.” One drawled close to your heavily pierced ear.

You smiled sarcastically “Oh yeah, definitely. Smell the breath on you, oh lord, I am fearing for my life right now.” You waved your hand back and forth under your nose. It pissed him off instantly.

“What did you just say to me?!”

“Oh, did I hurt wittle Jimmy boy’s feelings? Look, why don’t you go back to your little cronies and show your dick to them instead because I have bad eyes. Can’t see small stuff.”

“Why you-” He raised his hand in the air, ready to smack you, when a howl of laughter came from behind you. A very familiar-and sexy-laugh.

“Man that was a comeback worth writing down.” Jason swaggered his way to you, lazy grin on his face but a little fire in his eyes. “Alright, playtime’s over kid. You go run along now.”

“W-Who the fuck are you?!” He stuttered, still trying to keep the tough face on despite clearly being unsettled by Jason’s sheer size. You couldn’t blame him though; Jason was built like a fucking god.

“Ah, nobody really. Just saw you were giving the lady trouble and thought to stop it. You know, ‘cause it’s disrespectful. Plus I did you a favor, dude. Wouldn’t want your gang to see you get your face beat in, would you?” His face was smug, almost gloating, but you could still tell his threat was dead serious. Apparently Mr. Gang signs did too, since he just left with a scowl. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t really need help though, if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Oh believe me I know. I just wanted him to fuck off faster.” He chuckled as you both continued walking.

“How’d you know I was here?”

“I live relatively close by, and I just got back from Irene’s house. Helped her with some things.”

“I should go visit Mrs. Mabel, too.”

“Wanna go tomorrow?” Jason suddenly asks. “We could have lunch there.” You raised an amused eyebrow at his proposal.

“Jason Peter Todd, are you asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am. Is there a problem with that?” You both stop at the door of your apartment building.

“Nope. Absolutely nothing.” You hum, kissing him on the cheek before going inside.

Tim Drake:

Turns out you and Tim shared the same school. Thankfully, your schedules weren’t totally mismatched, so you both had time to hang out in between periods. You had become rather good friends in a short amount of time, as you often helped with his self-destructive sleeping habits. Honestly, you were shocked he was still so smart—sleeping nearly thirty minutes a day would have killed your entire brain in less than a week. You brought him scented candles, helped him pick out pillows and made him tea that’d help him drowse. You were mothering him in a way, and it was quite obvious he liked it.

Third period had just started and you were waiting for your ever-so-punctual professor to show up. Cheek squished on your knuckle, you blew a raspberry in boredom. Then your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a text. You saw that it was from Tim, and it read:

                       “Vacant time. Teach didn’t even bother to show up today, and no sub.

                        Bored as heck.”

You shook your head and texted back with a smile. “Sorry, can’t help you there. I’m in class. Why don’t you take a nap?”

               “I don’t feel like it. Can’t you skip?” You looked out the window and saw him looking down on his phone under one of the trees.

“You are not influencing me into truancy, sir, no matter how cute you are.” You saw his teeth peek out in a smile.

          “Come on, just this once? :( I’m very lonely.”

“Boo-hoo for you. I’m not sacrificing my mom’s hard earned money just to snooze under a tree.”

     “Touché. Fine, you win. I’ll wait…

    …but I’ll be thinking of you.”

Okay, pause. Hold the damn phone. Timothy Drake did not just say that to you. Your cheeks lit on fire as you attempted to keep your face relaxed. You looked up at him again, and saw that he too, was red in the face. He started punching the side of his head, seemingly regretting what he just sent.

           “Forget that last bit.”

Oh but you won’t. Not a chance in cold hell.

Damian Wayne:

Damian had been frequenting your shelter since he first came here a month ago, claiming that he had to make sure the animals were in “optimal living conditions”, and that his father’s money wasn’t going to waste. You didn’t see him very often because you had school and you only get to help on the weekends, but every time you did he was with a Dalmatian you liked to call “Oreo”. He was still kinda young, and Damian obviously liked him the most out of all the critters here. In all honesty, you wanted to talk to him and be friends, but you got very shy.

Currently, you were feeding the dogs while your dad bought some supplies from the vet across the street. There were twelve dogs total in the shelter, not counting the ten puppies in the nursery room. This chore in particular was your favorite, being that you adored dogs more than any other animal. All the doggos happily trotted around the feeding room as you prepared their feasts. “Okay, gang. Here’s the grub.” You holler, bringing out a dozen feeding bowls. “Now, you don’t eat until I say so, okay?” They all stood to attention, tails wagging back and forth like furry windshield wipers. You set the bowls in a line, evenly filling them with dog food and a little bit of raw meat. You backed away and twenty four beady black eyes stared at you in anticipation. “Okay…go!” Then they all simultaneously devour their meals, chomping and licking sounds filling the air. You giggle and put the food away, readying their vitamin-infused water for after they eat.

Amongst the cacophony of eating doges, you heard a set of footsteps from the doorway. You turn and see Damian, looking as stiff as ever. His eyes focused on the dogs and gained an approving look in them. You smiled, happy that you met his expectation. “What do they eat daily?”

“Oh, just a combination of dog food and some raw chicken. The vitamins I put in their water, since they don’t eat the supplements I mix in with the solid food.” Another nod.

“Sounds appropriate.” Then an awkward silence ensues. You gulp, feeling yourself shy away again. “Would you allow me to take Oreo for a walk? Your father mentioned that you walk the dogs on the afternoons.”

You tuck a stray hair behind your ear as you poured the water into the now-emptied bowls. “Oh sure! Actually, the backyard’s completely fenced and it’s a big place. Why not just set them all free there, let them run and play around?”

He paused a bit, his expression softening the tiniest bit. Barely noticeable, but it was something. “Alright.”

[maylovexhs]

GUILTY(H.S) - CHAPTER 15

Author’s Note: Surprise! I posted a day earlier. I was so excited writing this chapter. Enjoy loves! xxx M

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“Peek a boo!” Dex said, clearing his hands from his face.

I watched Astrid giggle at Dex from the kitchen. They were both laying on the carpet, playing with each other.

Astrid was about five months, meaning she could get almost anywhere by rolling around. We may have to chase her around from now on but at least we didn’t need to get up every two hours at night to feed her anymore. We all had at most straight eight hours of sleep at night. We -Dex, Astrid and I. Despite breaking up months ago, Dex and I still lived together. It was for Astrid’s sake. We rather us be in an uncomfortable position than have Astrid be moved and sleep in a different apartment each other day. Besides she was still a baby and Dex and I slept in different rooms. Our bird-nesting situation wasn’t that much of a hassle. Dex and I would take turns watching Astrid some days and then some days we would be with her together. Today was Dex’s turn watching her.  

“Again?” Dex asked Astrid.

I smiled as Astrid reached for the top of Dex’s head, softly holding onto some strands of his hair. Aside from Astrid growing and changing, Dex changed as well. Well, he changed his hair. Instead of his hair falling on his forehead anymore, Dexter decided to use gel and comb it to the side. Astrid was more surprised than I was when we saw his new hair for the first time. She’s still fascinated with it. He wasn’t the only one who was getting a new hair style. I planned to get one today before I met with my friends. I didn’t tell Dex about it yet. I wanted it to be a surprise.

“I think she rather want to change your hair like it was before” I spoke.

“It’s nothing new” Dex said. “It’s just up”

“It’s new to her” I said. “And it’s even weird for me seeing your hair like that”

“It’s not weird” Dex defended. “Sometimes people need a change”

“Yeah, a good change” I added to his sentence.

Astrid let go of Dex’s hair. His twisted strands fell back onto his forehead. I chuckled.

Dex got up from the carpet. Astrid reached for her small toy on the carpet and nibbled on it.

“You know the schedule, right?” I asked Dex.

“A bottle in an hour and a half. Then a nap. A bottle. And maybe another nap if she doesn’t put up a fight” Dex stated. “Of course, I know it”

“Just making sure” I said.

“Go have fun Mel” Dex said to me. “I got her”

Dex bent down, picking Astrid up for the carpet and held her against his chest.

My babygirl Astrid. She was my perfect angel no matter how much she drove Dex and I crazy. Her piggy tails were barely holding her blond hair up at all. Her blue eyes slightly distracted me from her hair.

“Fix her hair” I said.

I leaned in, kissing Astrid on both of her cheeks.

“Mommy has to go” I told her. “I’ll miss you”

I leaned away from her and looked to Dex.

“I’ll call you” I said.

“I know you will” Dex teased me.

“Bye” I said.

I got my bag as I walked out of my apartment. I smirked to myself once I stepped into the elevator.

Something about surprising people today made me pleased. I needed a bit of a surprise and fun in my life. The good ones, I hoped.

“Oh . . . my . . . GOD! Your hair!” Ashley exclaimed from the middle of the restaurant.

She stood up from her seat at the table. I smiled.

I knew I would count on Ashley to be excited over something simple like my hair. I did more than cut it. In fact, I got highlights. My hair was at the perfect length. It didn’t past an inch off my shoulders.

“Surprise!” I said as I walked over to her. “Do you like it?”

“Of course, I do!” She said softly touching my hair. “Did you get highlights too?”

“Caramel” I answered her describing the color of them. “I needed a bit of light to the dark”

“And you had to cut half your hair for that?” Ashley asked with shock still in her voice.

“I just felt like I needed a change” I explained. “Cut off all the shit from my life”

“A makeover” Ashley corrected me.

“Hmm. . .maybe” I smiled at her.

“Is that you!” I heard our other friend, Jennifer, say.

I turned around to see her.

“You-“ Jennifer started to speak but became speechless once she saw me.

She was more shocked to see me than Ashley was. I chuckled.

“It’s me Jen” I said to her. “Just less hair”

“I can see that” Jennifer stated. “You should have told me! At least have given me a warning”

“Sorry” I apologized. “I wanted it to be a surprise”

“It was a too big of a surprise” Jen commented.

She was right. It was too big of a surprise. Blake and Emma had the same reaction when they arrived and saw what I have done. It got to the point where I grew tired over having to explain why I cut it. I couldn’t wait to see Dex’s and Astrid’s reaction.

“Are you coming with us tonight?” Jennifer asked me as we walked back to my car after having lunch.

“Coming where?” I asked, taking my car key out of my bag. “No one told me anything”

“Don’t tell her Jen” Blake warned her. “She still needs time”

I turned around to them, becoming suspicious.

“What are you talking about?” I asked them. “What do I still need time for?”

Blake looked to Jennifer, giving her the death stare.

They were trying to hide something from me. Something I deserved to know.

“Tell me” I said. “I have the right to know”

They all stood there still. I looked to Jennifer who was clearly the easiest one to crack under pressure.

“Jen” I called on her. “Tell me”

Jennifer looked to the others and then back to me.

“Harry” She blurted out. “He’s in town”

“God dammit Jen” Both Ashley and Blake cursed at her.

“What?” Jen asked, defending herself. “She lives in the same building as him. She’s bound to find out”

I knew I shouldn’t be so shocked since I pictured run ins with Harry before but I was. Either it was me being not ready to see him again or the fact that my best friends were going to see him struck my heart. I had to avoid him. I couldn’t see him again when the last time I did I kissed him.

“We wanted to go see him tonight” Emma explained. “And we know what happened between you tw-“

“Go” I said, cutting her off. “Go to the concert without me”

“We can’t” Ashley mentioned. “Without you, we can’t”

I shook my head at her, being confused.

What the hell did she mean without me?

“Yes, you can” I said to them. “Pay for the tickets and go on your own”

“We actually got them for free” Jen added.

“Okay?” I said, still not seeing their point. “Go without me”

I opened my car door. I looked to them who they were all looking away from each other. Each of them looked guilty. They wanted me to go to his concert for another reason.

“How did you get free tickets?” I asked them. “How?”

“Please don’t be mad at us” Blake pleaded. “We didn’t want to bring you into this”

I instantly felt anxious. I felt myself go pale. I understood what was going on.

I was leverage. I was a deal made to Harry for free tickets.

“Who came up with the idea?” I asked in a serious tone. “Who told Harry I was coming?”

Ashley slowly raised her hand.

Ashley. I couldn’t believe her. I knew she was sneaky and manipulative sometimes but how could she? She knew about my situation with Harry. She had no right to do that. She was supposed to my friend. A friend who didn’t care enough to not throw me under the bus.

“I’m sorry Mel” Ashley began to apologize before I cut her off.

“Sorry?” I asked, not believing her. “I don’t think you know what that means. If you were really sorry you wouldn’t have dragged me and told me last minute”

Jennifer, Emma and Blake backed away slowly. They knew I was upset. They knew I was about to fight with Ashley.

“I know, I know” Ashley said. “He said he wanted to see you”

“So, you say yes?” I raised my voice at her. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m sorry” Ashley apologized. “You can be upset at me for the rest of life but please come tonight”

Tonight? She still wanted me to come? She really that desperate, wasn’t she?

“Please” She begged.

I let out a sigh.

“I’ll let you know soon” I said.

I got in my car and closed my door. I plugged my car key into ignition. I pulled my car out and drove away.

Surprises. This wasn’t the surprise I had in mind for today.

“HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!” Everyone shouted.

I rolled my eyes for almost the tenth time for tonight. I shouldn’t have said yes to the concert. I only said yes for Emma, Blake and Jen. Apart from being forced to lie about Harry to me by Ashley, they weren’t really guilty. The guilty one was Ashley. I didn’t talk to her all night. I barely looked at her tonight. She didn’t deserve me as a friend. Control freak Victoria was a better friend than her. At least, Victoria would make fun of Harry with me. Speaking of Harry, I was lucky enough to be seated away from the stage. He couldn’t spot me where I stood. I hoped he wouldn’t see me.

“I want to leave. Now.” I said to Emma.

“Let me ask Ashley” Emma said back to me.

I crossed my arms. Emma turned her head toward Ashley.

The show was over. People started to leave. I was supposed to be leaving now. I had Dex and Astrid to get back to. I did my job. I deserved to go home now. What possibly else could they want from me?

Emma turned back to me.

“Ashley wants to go backstage. She wants a drink” Emma explained.

“Tell her no” I said.

“It’s only one drink” Emma said. “Besides traffic is going to be worse now when everyone is leaving. It’s better to wait”

I looked away from Emma.

I swear I need new friends or none at all. Having none seemed better honestly.

“One drink” I told Emma. “We’re leaving immediately after”

She nodded. We walked, making our way backstage. Ashley and Jen got their stupid drinks. I texted Dex what was going on here. I continued to stay on my phone, refusing to draw any attention to me. I was trying to blend in spite there being a few people backstage.

I looked up from my phone when I heard clapping. I turned my head towards the exit. Harry and some of his band walked in.

Despite seeing him on stage earlier tonight, I was captivated. The closer he was to me, the more he became a stranger. A stranger I used to feel something for. We both changed. He changed. His hair has gotten more curly. One of his front curls fell onto his forehead. His green-blueish eyes seemed to be brighter.

I needed to leave. Right now.

I got up from my chair and turned to Ashley.

“We need to leave now” I told her.

“Are you sure?” She asked me, giving me an awkward smile.

“Yes! Why wouldn’t I?” I asked.

“I definitely wouldn’t leave now” Ashley said.

“What?” I asked her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Ashley pointed to someone behind me. I turned around, becoming face to face with the one person I planned to escape from.

Harry.

He looked down, smiling at me. I wish I would have worn my heels instead of my flats tonight. At least then I would feel less weak and intimidated by him.

I let out a small sigh.

“Hi” I said.

“Hi” Harry said, giving me a playful smirk. “Didn’t expect to see yeh here”

“I didn’t expect my friends to drag me here either” I explained. “Fun concert by the way. Almost sang along”

“Bet yeh did” Harry grinned.

I inhaled deeply. I needed to find an excuse to leave.

“Well,” I said, looking into his eyes. “I have to go. Mommy duties calls”

“Say hello to As’trid for me’h” Harry said.

“I’ll try” I lied.

I passed him, without saying goodbye. I walked towards the exit, not waiting for my friends. I took my phone out and decided to call Dex. I pressed it against my ear.

“Dex?” I called him.

“She’s sleeping” Dex stated, referring to Astrid.

“That’s what I’m not calling for” I said into the phone.

“What then?” Dex asked.

“Can you order me an Uber?” I asked him. “You have the app and my friends are being bitches to me tonight”

“Bitches?” Dex repeated me in a surprised voice. “What did they do?”

“I’ll explain later” I said to him. “Can you just order me a ride?”

“I’ll text you when it’s outside” Dex said.

“Thank you” I said.

“Welcome baby mama” Dex said. “Bye”

I chuckled. Dex hung up the phone on me.

Hmm, maybe I didn’t need friends. Maybe all I needed was family.

“Welcome back” I heard Dex say as I walked into the living room. “How was the ‘bitches’?”

I gave him a fake smirk.

“A bitch enough that I need a drink” I answered.

“Your favorite?” Dex asked me.

“My favorite” I stated.

Dex opened the cabinet in the kitchen, taking a glass out and setting it up on the counter. He then opened a higher cabinet containing our alcoholic drinks. He took out the whiskey. He presided to open it and pour me a drink. He handed me the glass.

“So what did the bitches do to you?” Dex asked.

“They used me as leverage” I said, trying not to get into specifics.

I took a sip of my glass of whiskey. The inside of throat burned a little as I felt the whiskey go down to my heart.

“Leverage?” Dex asked, not understanding. “That could mean anything”

I raised an eyebrow at Dex. He really was interested in my stupid day.

“You really want to hear it?” I asked him.

“Yes” Dex answered, confidently. “I would love to hear your gossip”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“It’s not funny” I stated.

“Just tell me Mel” Dex said.

I sighed. I looked down at my glass of whiskey.

“They only took me to a concert to get free tickets” I told him.

“And?” Dex asked. “That’s it? That’s why you’re mad at them?”

I shook my head, still looking down at my glass.

“It was Harry’s concert” I added. “For free tickets, they brought me so Harry could talk to me”

I looked up from my glass to Dex. Dex’s eyes looked down with his lips slightly pouting.

I knew he didn’t want to hear this. At least I warned him.

“Surprised?” I asked him.

Dex smiled immediately, clearly faking a smile.

“I wouldn’t call it that” Dex said.

“Hmm” I said, not believing him.

I drank the rest of the whiskey that was in my glass. I set the glass on the counter.

“Don’t worry, Dex” I said to him. “I don’t want to see him. He already caused enough chaos for the both of us”

“That’s what you said the last time” Dex mentioned, having a bit of sarcasm in his voice trying to make a joke.

“Don’t make me stop this bird-nesting thing” I said to him.

“Alright, I’ll back off” Dex said.

“Thank you” I said. “I have Astrid tomorrow”

“Planning on doing anything special with her?” Dex asked me. “I heard it’s hot as hell tomorrow”

I pouted my lips, thinking.

“I don’t know” I said. “Maybe I’ll take her to my parents”

“Take Victoria with you” Dex suggested.

“What?”

“Take Victoria with you” Dex repeated. “You both didn’t see each other in a while. Plus you named her godmother”

Dex did have a good reason. Ever since she got together with Dex’s manager, Alex, we barely saw each other. And if anything, I could use a bit of Victoria in my life now, especially while Harry was in town. She sometimes seemed to be the only one who understood me when it came to Harry.

“Hmmm. . .” I said. “Maybe”

So, I took Dex’s advice. I’ve decided to take Victoria along with Astrid and I to my parents. So far, we had breakfast together. We were in the elevator on our way to the car. I was holding Astrid in my hands while Victoria carried the baby bag. The elevator’s doors opened with us stepping out.

“‘Melia!” I heard someone call my name as we exited the elevator.

My eyes looked away from Astrid to see Harry walking over to us.

What the hell was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in his apartment avoiding stalker fans instead of being in the lounge?

Victoria and I looked to each other, thinking of the same thing.

“I’ll take her to the car” Victoria said, referring to Astrid.

“Thank you” I said to her.

I gave Astrid to Victoria for her to hold. I wish I have done it faster before Harry could see Astrid. Unfortunately, I couldn’t.

Harry stood in front of us, looking and smiling at Astrid. Astrid started at him, somewhat not scared by him. She was usually scared with people she didn’t know.

“We’ll be in the car” Victoria said to me before walking out with Astrid.

Now I was forced to pay attention to Harry. I faked a smile at him, trying to be nice.

“Hey Harry. What do you want?” I asked him.

He smiled at me.

“Jus’t wanted to know how yeh are” Harry said.

“Great! Have to go now” I answered him, walking away immediately from him.

“Wait” I heard Harry say behind me when I was about to open the car’s door.

I turned around to him, being annoyed already.

“What Harry?” I asked him.

Harry’s cheeks became flushed as he smiled with his lips. He stared into my eyes.

“Can I take yeh out?” Harry asked. “Please?”

I felt my heart drop in shock. Harry? Asking me out? When I was a mother? When he knew of our history? He must be insane. This must be a joke.

I let out a chuckle.

“Harry, I know what we had may seemed all great but I told you I can’t be with someone who only brings me down” I explained to him. “Besides, things have changed”

“What if I didn’t?” Harry asked, still being the stubborn person as he were before. “What if I didn’t anymore?”

“Are you joking?” I asked him. “Are you actually serious?”

“Yes” Harry answered. “One date only”

I looked away from Harry.

I didn’t want to be in another situation with him. I couldn’t allow myself to be in one. In one that lacked reason.

“Why?” I asked him. “Why should I go out with you?”

Harry looked to the side of the street for a moment and then looked back to me.

“One date and I’ll leave yeh alone after” Harry said.

“Alone?” I asked him. “Like never try to be friends with me or Dex or anyone of mine?”

Harry stayed silent for a second, obviously trying to see both sides of this. He knew the risks and wondered if he should take them with me.

“Yes” Harry answered me. “I’ll leave yeh alone forever”

I sighed, debating if I should say yes or no. If I said yes and nothing happens, which probably will occur, then I’ll be gone of him forever. If I said no, I would continue to be tormented by him each time he was in town. I didn’t need that when I have to deal with Dex and Astrid already. What else did I have to lose?

I looked to him, smiling.

“I’ll think about it”