#alright but that and i told my mom 'makeup is kinda fun' and she was like 'right?'

[midnightstar-90]

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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: To appease his worried mother, Sheldon employs the techniques of a self-help book to try and make a friend.

Warnings: None

AN: I plan to write a new chapter once a week. It may change at the end of the school year. On the other hand, I tried to add more to the story. I hope you guys like it.

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Y/N's Pov

I am walking to lunch, and when I round the corner, I see Mary and George looking through the lunchroom window and talking to each other. I make a confused face while listening in on their conversation. "Look at him. It breaks my heart," Mary says sadly. "Poor little guy. Sitting all alone", George says sadly while responding to Mary's comment. "I don't know why his brother or even Y/N can't sit with him. Actually, Where is Y/N. I don't see her anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say, spooking Mary and George before continuing with, "Also, I tried to sit with Sheldon on his first day, and he said it would be best for me to sit with people who have the same intellect as me. I found that rude because he meant Georgie, and I am so much smarter than Georgie. Anyways, Georgie doesn't sit with him because he says In school, they don't know each other". I look between Georgie and Sheldon, then look at my godparents. "Yeah, come on Mary, when you were in high school would you have lunch with a nine-year-old," George asked Mary. "Yes, I would have," Mary responded.  "Well, there is something wrong with you." I took George's words as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm... gonna... go," I told the married couple before heading into the lunchroom to sit with Georgie and our friends. I sat down to Georgie, trying to fit as many grapes as he can into his mouth. "Fourteen," he yelled out while all of Georgie's friends cheered him on. Georgie spits them all out before turning to me. "What did you think," Georgie asked me, trying to get my opinion on his 'cool' trick. "Georgie, if I wanted to see you stuff your mouth, I would just wait till dinner. In other words, not that interesting," I told my best friend. Georgie replied with a sad "oh" before going back to talking with his friends. I went back to finishing my newest sketch of a finch.

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Georgie and I walked into the house. "Georgie, would you do me a tiny little favor," Mary asked Georgie while he was getting a drink out of the fridge. I sat with the girl I thought of as a little sister before saying hi. Georgie responded back with a "like what" before Mary asked Georgie to sit with Sheldon. I already told Mary why I don't sit with Sheldon. Missy with her smart remarks told Georgie, "Don't do it. I ate with him in second grade, it really hurt my social life." Georgie walked off while replying to Mary with a "No thanks". I kicked Missy under the table, then gave her a 'seriously' look. I shook my head and followed Georgie to 'help' him with his homework, which was more like do his work.

I don't follow Georgie because I'm his lost puppy. I follow Georgie to help him. Without me, Georgie would grow up to be a homeless man with great hair. I am basically Georgie's Guardian angel.

"Georgie, why do I always end up doing your homework? At this point, I don't even think you know how to read. Those magazines are just for show, and you know it. You probably only look at the pictures," I said to Georgie while sitting on his bed doing our geometry homework. "Aw, come on Y/N, don't you know that you're the smartest out of both of us. Without you, I would probably still be in the 5th grade. You were right about something though, those books are for looking, but I can read you." I roll my eyes at Georgie's comment before looking down and smiling.

I admit I might have a bit of a crush on Georgie but we're best friends, and how could I ever compare those girls in his magazine. If I tell Georgie that I like him, that could ruin our friendship, and that would be weird because we live together. So, I just stick to being his best friend. That way our friendship isn't ruined and I can still be as close to him as I can.

"Well I finished your homework and it's 10 o'clock, so I guess this is it. Have a good night," I said before heading out.

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Georgie's POV

Y/N walked out of my room. I felt sad because she was gone. We talk all day, she does my homework, and we have practiced together, but I still miss her. "Maybe I like her," I mumble to myself while laying down staring at the ceiling. "Naw, that can't be," I said. I shut off my light and fell asleep.

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Y/N's POV

I was leaving my art class when I see Sheldon talking to one of the cheerleaders. It's weird to be seeing Sheldon interacting with people without them running off and crying. It interested me so much I decided to listen in.

"Go wolves," Sheldon said in a monotone voice. Jessica closed her locker confused. Sheldon responded back to Jessica with, "You're a cheerleader, and by saying "Go Wolves" I'm initiating a conversation about something that interests you." "Oh, are you one of those special ed kids," Jessica asked still trying to understand what was happening. The older sister part of me kinda felt angry that she said that, but on the other hand she was talking to Sheldon. "My mom says I'm special. Would you like to be friends" Sheldon asks. She tells him, no, but Sheldon keeps going, "Are you sure? What if I told you I admired your boldly-applied makeup?" Jessica walks off offended.

I walk up to Sheldon frantically and say, "Sheldon, you can't say mean things like that. I'm at the top of the pyramid today, and Jessica is right underneath me." "Oh, I didn't know what I said was offensive. I thought that I was complimenting her," Sheldon says. "Well, just try not to insult people. If you don't know what to say, don't say anything to them." Sheldon replies with an "alright" before walking away from me. I watch Sheldon go before heading to my next class.

I got to my next class and I sat down beside Georgie. "I just ran into Sheldon trying to make friends," I told Georgie while I get the stuff I need for class out of my backpack. "I feel bad for whoever had to put up with Sheldon. That boy is not one for making friends," Georgie responds to my comment. "Well, I think it's cute, but I feel bad because he didn't make one friend." "You sound like my mom," Georgie says. I glare at Georgie. The teacher walks in and starts the class.

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I hear Mary yelling about how Sheldon made a friend. I felt happy for him. I feel like Sheldon would really benefit from having a friend. I mean, I have Georgie, and we're inseparable.

I also heard Sheldon ask if he can start his rocketry hobby again with his new friend and I dipped. The last time he launched a rocket he killed a family of squirrels and my eyebrows. I wanted to bond with Sheldon so I helped him with his rocket.

I went downstairs to watch tv with Missy. She was watching DuckTales. "I'm surprised you're not with Georgie," Missy comments as I sit down with her. I roll my eyes and say, "Georgie isn't my whole life. I talked to Sheldon earlier, and now I just want to hang out with you. Sheldon has a new friend now, I have Georgie, but I feel like you don't have anyone to hang out with. So, what do you say tomorrow I take you to get your nails done." Missy's eyes go wide and she excitedly shouts, "Yes, I'm gonna go tell mom!"

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After school, Missy and I went to get our nails done.

(Missy's Nails)

(Y/N's Nails)

When Missy and I got home Mary told us that Sheldon's friend was coming over. Missy and I sat down to talk and watch tv. There was a knock at the door, and that set Mary off. "He's here," she yelled. "Everybody, stay calm! Just a normal day, just a normal dinner," she continued. Missy asks if she and I can eat in front of the TV, which obviously didn't end well.

We're all sitting at the dinner table, except for Mary, when George starts asking Tam, questions. George makes it weird when he asked Tam if his mom was named Kim-lee. Me and Georgie look at each other with a cringed look.

Georgie releases us from the weird vibes when he asks Tam, "So, Vietnam, like in Rambo." Tam responds with a "yes" and then Georgie continues with, "That's a cool movie." Georgie asks Tam if he's in Rambo and I look at him and elbow him in the ribs. Georgie says, "oww, what was that for" before Tam tells him "no". Sheldon brings the conversation back to George's comment, but it is cut off by Mary serving dinner.

We learned a lot about Tam's family and life. It was very interesting. Georgie said a couple more stupid things, which earned him a few more elbows to the ribs.

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I was in my room, getting ready for bed. Georgie walks in and sits on my bed.

(Y/N's Room)

(Y/N's PJ's)

"How was the day with my sister," Georgie asks me. I sign for Georgie to get off the bed and say, "We had fun. After our nails, we went to Dairy Queen and got a blizzard. I think Missy and I really needed today, you know." Georgie helps me make my bed and continues the conversation, "I missed you today." "Is Georgie Cooper jealous? Georgie Cooper didn't have someone to do his homework and now he's sad," I said mocking Georgie. Georgie grows a sad look on his face and says, "No, I missed my best friend. Not the girl that does my homework, or the girl that helps me clean my room. I miss the girl I talk to for hours. The girl that makes me feel special compared to the rest of my family. I miss that girl and that girl is you."

"Wow, that was deep for a kid that went a couple of hours without seeing me, but I know how you feel. Missy and Sheldon don't know how to do the things we do. I almost made Missy cry by insulting her earlier. I think I hang around boys too much," I say getting ready to lay down. Georgie climbs into the bed with me and we silently talk for the rest of the night.

[yutahoes]

Punch

pairing : bodyguard! Yuta Nakamoto x rich girl! Y/N

genre: angst, fluff, childhood friends au

word count: 2.7k words

summary : Yuta has his eyes on one girl. A person he cannot have. 

a/n: based on this ask. you’ll probably guess that I intended this to be an angst fic so the ending is kinda off but I still hope you’ll like it anon.  

“Can you please act like a proper lady?” the mother of the house scolded which only made Y/N sip her soup loudly. “Y/N!” she shouted, which made the younger girl flinch. 

The oldest sighed loudly, closing his eyes. “Can’t we just enjoy our meal without shouting?” The younger girl snickered. “And Y/N, please listen to your mom. Act like a proper lady.”

She rolled her eyes at that. It’s not like she’s not an obedient child, she listens to what they want. She just hated how they put all this pressure on her to be a proper woman when it’s not what she wants. The disadvantage of being born into a rich family. 

Her right wrapped fist hit the punching bag before her left fist hooked to hit its side. The door opened and she swings a punch, only to hit her childhood friend by the shoulder. “That is one weak punch.” Yuta teased, fixing the wrap of her right fist. “Why do you have to practice boxing when you have your bodyguard?” He whispered while fixing the other wrap. “I’d rather break all my bones than let someone lay a finger on you.”   

She laughed. “For someone so strong and muscly, you have such a soft spot for me.” She swing another punch and he quickly dodged it. Yuta held her wrist, gently pulling her to the side but Y/N kept on coming to him with punches. She hit his shoulder once but he didn’t flinch making her repeat the punching.  

Yuta stepped backward, laughing at her attempts. His foot reached the edge of the mat at the same time as Y/N landed a punch on his chest. He fell down on his back, dragging Y/N with him. The girl grinned, “I think I just knocked you down.” 

She sounded so proud of herself that it’s comical. Yuta held both her arms, pushing her down to the mat. Him, hovering above her. “The first rule is to never put your guard down.” He can feel her warm breath against his lips. Her fruity smell arousing his senses. A loud heartbeat, he wasn’t sure if it was hers or his, ringing on his ears. 

Yuta stood up as if he’s on fire. Y/N chuckling while lying down on the mat. He reached a hand to help her stand, letting go when she stood up. “Luckily, you will always be here for me.” The side of his lips curled up. 

He didn’t know when it started. Maybe it started even before he realized it. Since his parents work with her family, he became her first friend. When she went to high school, she refused to have bodyguards following her every move so Yuta, being her classmate, became her personal bodyguard. The main reason why he bulked up. 

But it should end now. He can’t be her personal bodyguard forever. Because from the little girl he first met when they were six years old, Y/N had grown to be a pretty woman. And he’s just a guy. A guy who is attracted to the person he needed to guard. 

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“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, holding her shoes while running outside their mansion and into the car. Yuta laughed, closing the door behind him then entering the driver’s seat. “Is mom mad?” 

He shook his head, adjusting the rearview mirror to watch if she’s comfortable in her seat. She was putting on her sandals, the skirt of her dress hiking up her thigh that made him cough. “If she asks, just tell her your piano class ended late.” 

“But I don’t have piano classes.” 

“Exactly.” 

The girl smiled. This was one of the things she liked about hanging out with Yuta. Her parents believe him more than her and he’s good at making up excuses. 

It’s not her fault that she enjoyed watching the boxing match on TV and she forgot about the party that her mom kept on reminding her. Honestly, she would rather just stay at home and practice her boxing skills rather than stand in that posh party and act like her mom’s Barbie doll. Why is this the fate of a chaebol’s daughter? 

The car stopped at the entrance of a posh hotel, the valet already opening the door for her. “Are you coming up after parking the car?” she asked but Yuta just shook his head while reminding her to keep her slippers on the side so he can hide them in the trunk. “What if I get bored?” 

Yuta chuckled. “I’ll be drinking coffee in the lobby.” She grinned before getting out of the car and closing the door behind her. 

The elevator ride is boring already but when she came inside the venue, the party made her yawn. Her mom scolded her for arriving late then smiling at her friends which she greeted with a fake smile on her face. She introduced her to one bachelor after another, obnoxious jerks that she knew since she’s a kid. “Didn’t I told you to wear makeup?” Her mom scolded and she hissed, closing her eyes. She’s pissed off that she’s hungry and her feet are aching real bad. She just wanted to go home. 

Maybe she can make a run for it and go to Yuta in the lobby. 

But her mom held her arm, whispering that she should stop being a brat. It wasn’t until her dad said that they should go home since he’s almost drunk that a smile crept on her lips. She almost hurried outside the hotel, grinning when Yuta opened the door for her. “You look like you had fun.” 

She rolled her eyes at that, “I almost died of boredom.” He chuckled before she got inside the car, Yuta opening the front door for Y/N’s dad. 

The car was quiet that surprised him. Normally, her mom will keep on scolding her for her behavior at the party. Maybe she was being obedient today. “Yuta, your dad told me about your family leaving.” He saw movement from the rearview mirror and shrugged it. “Let me know if you need anything.” Yuta nodded, thanking the older man. 

“We know some doctors in Japan. Maybe we can help.” The older woman from the backseat claimed but Yuta just shook his head. He already feels bad about his family moving so suddenly, he’ll feel worse if he let them help his ailing grandmother. This was a decision that his parents had been pondering for a while and when their employer agreed to let them go back to Japan, he can’t say no. 

The car stopped in front of their mansion, the couple getting out of the car but the girl refused to move and even closed the door of the car. She was glaring at Yuta, arms crossed in front of her chest. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re leaving?” 

Yuta sighed. “I can’t find the right timing to tell you.” She rolled her eyes once again. “I’m sorry but grandma is already old and she wants us to go back to Japan.” 

“Can’t you stay?” 

“I can’t, Y/N.” He hissed. “My parents are already old. They need me more.” 

The girl pursed her lips and he cautiously met her eyes from the rearview mirror. “When are you leaving?” 

“Tomorrow.” 

“Already?” Yuta nodded. The sooner, the better. “Morning?” Again, he nodded. Y/N pouted, squinting her eyes at him. “Can you wake me up before you leave?” 

He smiled, laughing while he turned to her. “You can wake up by yourself.” But she shook her head. “I’ll wake you up tomorrow. Promise.” She grinned, even repeating that he needed to wake her up before leaving the car. 

Yuta sighed, leaning in his seat while taking a silver chain from inside his pocket. His thumb tracing the heart pendant. This was supposed to be his gift for her but seeing as how the other guys from wealthy families gave her diamonds and expensive things, he hid it for months. A knock on the window startled him, hastily putting the necklace in his pocket. He rolled down the window to reveal his dad, smiling at him. “I’ll just park the car.” 

He waited for him outside the mansion as he returned the keys, closing their door in the process. “You know you can stay if you want.” His dad started that made Yuta shake his head. It was his decision to come with them. He can’t stay here and be away from them. They needed him. “I’m sorry, Yuta.” 

“What for, dad?” 

“I should have worked harder and maybe our family is wealthier.” He claimed that surprised the younger guy. His dad is thinking about these things? “You wouldn’t have a problem loving her.” 

A smile crept on Yuta’s face. Of course, they know about it. Everyone does. Except her. 

“It was your mom who found out. You even worked part-time jobs just to get her a present and I felt bad.” Yuta shook his head. They’re the parents he wished for. He doesn’t want anything to change. “Did you at least tell her your feelings?” 

Once again, he shook his head. “It’s just a one-sided crush, dad.” The older tapped his shoulder. “This will pass.” But even he had a hard time believing the words coming out of his own mouth. 

He promised to wake her up and although he’s in front of her room, he can’t have the courage to knock on the door and tell her that they’re leaving. It’s just a crush. He kept on telling himself. This will pass. With a heavy sigh, he put down the necklace on the floor and went downstairs. 

“Did you wake her up?” Yuta smiled, shaking his head. "That girl, really." The older woman was about to leave when the younger stopped her, saying that it's fine. His mom stared at him in worry.

Yuta went inside the cab while her parents thanked the other couple. This is it, he thought. His goodbye to her. His thumb grazed against her smiling photo as his phone wallpaper. His parents both looked at him when they went inside the car, asking if he's alright and he nodded then closed his phone. 

As the car started moving away from the mansion, his phone lit up with her name. He's a coward. He shouldn't be her bodyguard. He closed the phone, removing his sim card and breaking it in half. 

Yuta's goodbye to her. The love of his life. 

The last few years were so good to Yuta. His uncle sent him to a university in Tokyo where he took a course in business administration and start a small business of his own. He met a lot of good people, nice girls from his line of work but sometimes he would trail to thoughts of her. Her smile, her eyes. 

Whenever winter comes, he would think of her grinning excitedly at the thought of snow. When spring comes, he finds himself smiling at the cherry blossoms. Wanting her to see them with her own two eyes. Whenever summer comes, he wished she’s here with him and eating delicious foods at festivals. When it’s autumn, he would dream of them walking under the shedding trees and holding each other’s hands. Then the cycle repeats itself. 

He missed her more as time pass. 

Can he even see her again? Why can’t he fully say goodbye to his feelings for her? 

“I heard there are pretty girls at the party. We should definitely check it out.” One of his business partners claimed, referring to a party happening to a famous hotel in Tokyo. “Maybe this is your chance to forget about that girl.” 

Maybe it is. He should focus on forgetting about her. Maybe this time, he can finally say goodbye to the thoughts of her. 

Surprisingly the more he stayed at the party, the more he was reminded of her. Is this how it feels like being the ‘Barbie doll’? Just standing, smiling, and greeting people when you want to go home and just rest. Seeing how some creepy rich old men were walking to where younger girls are, he thought that these chaebol’s daughters should really have a bodyguard of their own. How is she? Did she find another bodyguard?   

Yuta excused himself outside to get some breath of fresh air. This is dangerous, he kept on thinking about her. He’s failing his mission. “Y/N!” someone called that made him turn to the owner of the voice. A guy in simple shirt and jeans, very different from the semi-formal attire in the party, was looking around the garden. “Y/N, your mom is going to kill me.” 

He really said her name, didn’t he? Before he can walk to where he is, he heard a small sound behind the bushes then some movement. Curious, he peeked behind only to get punched in the face. Hard. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Is he hurt that much? Why is he seeing her? “Yuta?” 

“Y/N!” the sound got closer that made her pull him to hide behind the bushes. 

“What are you…?” She put a hand over her mouth to cover his voice. Their distance so close that he can feel her warmth and the fruity smell that he always associated with her. A loud heartbeat ringing in his ears but now, he’s sure that it was his. 

When the guy went inside the party, Y/N breathed hard in relief. Her head lay on Yuta’s shoulder, catching her breath. “That was so close.” 

He lightly pushed her, moving to the side to create a distance from the two of them. “What were you doing?” 

“Hiding.” she said with a grin. “He’s going to return me to mom and introduce me to some Japanese hotshot." he rolled her eyes while fixing her skirt. "I don't even know how to speak Japanese, I just passed class because…" She lightly glanced at him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Your lip is bleeding." 

Yuta touched his bottom lip, a bright red tint appearing on his thumb. "Maybe because of your punch." She repeatedly apologized, handing him her handkerchief. "Have you been practicing your punches?" 

"I'm training to be a boxer to join the Olympics." 

"Seriously?"  

The girl squinted her eyes at him. "I'm stuck with that lanky guy who can't even land a punch. How am I supposed to protect myself?" 

Yuta laughed then pulled her down in an attempt to hide her from the guy looking for her. "Why are you stuck with that guy anyways? Your dad knew better." 

"Well, my bodyguard left me without even saying goodbye when he promised me..." 

"I'm sorry." Yuta whispered. "Saying goodbye is harder than staying with you." He breathed heavily. "I'm falling deeper for the girl I'm supposed to protect. I'm scared I might hurt you." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

She rolled her eyes at that. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because I'm a nobody and you're way out of my league, Y/N." 

"You're stupid, Yuta. I didn't even sleep that night and waited for you to knock on the door that morning." She lightly punched his shoulder, earning a yelp from him. Tears were streaming from her eyes that startled him. "I even went to Osaka to look for you." 

He held her cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled. “I can’t get you out of my mind as well.” He held her in his arms, her necklace hanging loosely from her neck. He traced the heart pendant, smiling at her. “It looks good on you.” 

She punched his shoulder another time, surprising Yuta. “Don’t hide from me again. I’ll kill you, Yuta.” 

The guy rubbed the spot she just punched, “I don’t think I can be your bodyguard anymore. Let me just guard your heart instead.” Another punch and he just chuckled, pulling her in his arms again.

Yuta smiled. Mission failed. 

He really can’t say goodbye to the love of his life. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Once In A Lifetime

Summary: While at a brewery the day before her sister’s wedding, the reader runs into her once in a lifetime fling, Dean, for the third time. It’s been fours years since they’ve seen each other and eight since they met but the timing’s never seemed to work out between them until maybe now...

Pairing: Wedding Date!Dean x reader

Square: Wedding Date!AU

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, fluff

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!

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“Y/N fucking Y/L/N,” you heard as you were mid chew of eating your piece of pizza. You spun around and swallowed, a big grin crossing your face. 

“Dean!” you said. You ditched your table with your family and ran over to him, Dean giving you a big hug and swinging you around. “You look great!”

“You got even better looking, sweetheart,” he grinned as he set you down. You bit your bottom lip and he blushed a bit. “You look good, Y/N. Never expected to see you again, especially Kansas City of all places.”

“I’m in town for a family wedding. I thought you lived in LA?” you said.

“Used to. I own this place,” he said. “How long’s it been?”

“Four years. Another four before that,” you said. 

“So much for once in a lifetime,” he smirked. 

“Still a boy in there, aren’t you, Dean.”

“A bit,” he smiled. “Older too.”

“Same. We were just kids back then.”

“We’re still kids. We just got most of our shit together now,” he said. 

“Oh yes. Still single and still working a job I hate. I so got my shit together,” you said.

“I wear makeup for a living so you’re doing better than me,” he said. “Also still single.”

“I thought you dated some actress or something a while back.”

“Didn’t work out. Put my head down, been working a lot lately,” he said. “Am I about to meet your fangirl sister you told me about?”

“Oh God,” you said as you caught Georgia wandering over from your table with Scott. “I am so-”

“Hi!” she said and you groaned. “Do you know my little sister?”

“Y/N and I go way back,” said Dean. Georgia slapped your arm and you whined. 

“You’re friends with him and you didn’t tell me!” she said.

“Oh well we haven’t seen each other in years,” said Dean. Georgia looked at you and you shook your head, her own nodding.

“He’s Italy Dean, isn’t he. Dean Winchester is freaking Italy Dean!” she said and Scott covered her mouth, shaking his head.

“Gia, let’s leave your sister to catch up with her friend in peace, hm?” he said.

“This is why I love you Scott,” you said as he dragged her away.

“I like her,” chuckled Dean. “How long you in town for?”

“A few days. Rehearsal dinner is tonight, wedding tomorrow, head home the next day.”

“Not much free time then,” he said.

“Yeah I-” you said before Georgia screamed. You turned around, your sister stomping around and shouting into a phone. 

“It’s tomorrow! They wait until the last minute to call and cancel the venue!” she said. Scott seemed miffed which was probably as angry as he ever got and your mom was already over trying to calm them both down.

“You can use the brewery,” said Dean quietly. He shrugged as you stared up at him. “We’ve been toying with reserving for private parties over on the far side of the property. Strand lights, farmhouse style wedding, yada yada.”

“Can it look like this?” you asked as you pulled out your phone. You showed him a picture of the venue and the style Georgia had wanted to go for. “I can call all the vendors. All we need here is tables, clean up, you get the drill.”

“What time is the wedding?” he asked.

“1. Reception starts at 4, was supposed to go to about midnight or so.”

“You’re the maid of honor I presume.”

“Can we make this work? I know she sounds insane but she’s actually really sweet most of the time.”

“I’m gonna need help setting this up. Might be an all nighter.”

“I like coffee,” you said. He nodded and you turned around. “Gia! Calm down! I got a solution for ya.”

“Hi,” said Dean as you pulled into the employee parking lot at around ten that night. “How’d the dinner go?”

“Fine. Gia’s stressed out so Scott and I got her drunk. I told her I had it handled,” you said. “I have dunkin and my sneakers and put me to work.”

“The guys are nearly done with the lights. I need you to help me with tables and stuff, where you want everything,” said Dean. 

“Alright,” you said. “Do you have a notebook I can borrow?”

“Pad of paper work?” he asked as you followed him into the back of the brewery. You hummed and he handed it over along with a pen. You cut through a side door and found yourself outside, staring at a whole bunch of lights in trees and along a privacy fence.

“Oh she’s gonna love this,” you said as you walked out there. You started to jot down where trees were and drew some tables on the paper, rearranging them a few times before you held it up to Dean. “Can you put the tables like this?”

“Definitely can do. I’ll handle the forklift, you tell me where you want the picnic tables,” he said.

Forty minutes later the tables were out back and you’d laid out some rubber mats to act as a dance floor with one of Dean’s employees. 

“So DJ is there…” you said to yourself as Dean whistled for you to come over to where he and a few guys were laying out the impromptu bar top. “What’s up?”

“We were just wondering how fancy is your sister? Like is it that fairytale farmhouse thing or she like it more rustic?”

“She’s the former. My future brother in law is the later. He’s the one from here,” you said. “I was just thinking we’d throw a table cloth over the top of whatever we use for a bar.”

“We still got that piece we didn’t use in the second room?” said a man.

“The too dark of stain one? Yeah, it’s in storage. I bet that’d work great,” said a different guy. They took off and you took a deep breath as you looked around.

“It’s getting there,” said Dean. “If you want to head back to your hotel I think we can handle the rest.”

“It’s not that late,” you said. “I can do the tables while you guys figure out the bar situation if that’s cool.”

“Alright. Let me know if you want any help, sweetheart,” he said. You crossed your arms and he mimicked you, tilting his head down. 

“Thank you for all of this. Georgia will love it.”

“I’m not doing it for Georgia,” he said with a soft smile. You bit your lip and turned your head, feeling Dean step closer. “If I asked you to stay a few more days, would you?”

“Dean-”

“Would you?”

“Yes.”

“Then stay. Let’s try this for real.”

“I thought you weren’t a commitment kind of guy. That’s what you said.”

“You said there were no strings attached and yet here we are eight years later and I am as smitten as the first time I saw you.” You looked up at him, Dean reminding you of just how easy it was to fall in love with him. 

And how hard it was to fall out of it after the two you went your separate ways. Twice.

“Dean it’s never worked before.”

“We never tried. Italy was the two of us having fun and falling way too hard and fast and it scared the shit out of us both. And your car...that couldn’t have been coincidence. We spent the night in that motel room being goofy and reconnecting and then you got so hard when we said goodbye.”

“It’s kinda hard to get over you.”

“Don’t get over me this time,” he said. “I never did with you.”

“I can’t be with a celebrity and do that stuff.”

“Oh yes, I live a very glamorous life,” he said as he looked around. “Should I get out the forklift again?”

“Dean you know what I mean. You were coming up eight years ago. Four you had fans. Now you got even more. I live in a one bedroom apartment and work on sales reports from my kitchen table.”

“If you work from home then staying down here a few more days shouldn’t be a problem,” he said.

“Dean you’re gonna break my fucking heart again and I don’t want to put it back together. Can we just leave it at friends?” 

“Okay.” He unfolded his arms and cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a deep kiss. You grabbed onto his shirt and slid your hand up to his face, Dean slow to break it off. “I don’t want to wait another four years.”

“I’ll stay a few days and if I’m not convinced there’s something…” you said as Dean chuckled. “Oh shut up you hopeless romantic.”

You brought your lips to his, moving slowly, Dean’s hands wrapping around to your hip, the nape of your neck, kissing you as gently as he did the first time he had.

“Uh, boss,” said a voice. You stepped away from each other and he grunted. “We got some barrels we could use to rest the top on.”

“Yeah,” said Dean. “Sounds good. Right?”

“Very good,” you said with a nod. “Dean, you uh, mind helping me with the tables?”

“Not at all, sweetheart.”

The Next Evening

“Hey,” you said as you found Dean in a suit, no tie, top collar undone and helping serve some beer from the taproom.

“Hey. You want a glass?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. He poured two and excused himself, heading back with you over towards the reception. “I really can’t thank you enough. My sister loves it even more than the original place.”

“It’s no problem. I’m glad I could help out,” he said. You stopped just outside the reception, Dean smiling as he sipped from his glass. 

“Would you dance with me?”

“Sure,” he said. He set his glass down and took yours, placing it with his own before he grabbed your hips and started to sway slowly. 

“I meant at the wedding,” you laughed.

“But we’re already dancing,” he smiled. He spun you around and hummed quietly. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“Thank you. You clean up well, Winchester.”

“This old thing?” he chuckled. “It’s my lucky suit.”

“You wore it that night. I thought you were gonna blow me off.”

“Went out and bought it after that afternoon. You wore that pretty white summer dress with the ruffles.”

“Couldn’t exactly wear a white dress tonight,” you said.

“I’m sure you’ll wear one someday,” he said. “You got plans after the party?”

“Might see this guy if he’s available. Not sure yet.”

“Oh he is. He knows a late night diner not too far with big greasy burgers if she’s interested. Plus he’s got a cool car.”

“Let’s go,” you said as you brushed your lips over his.

“Is the wedding over?”

“It’s dying down. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Let’s go.” He held out his arm and you stuck yours through it, Dean escorting you out to his car. You felt cooler out in the open air and he shrugged off his suit jacket, slipping it over your shoulders. You stuck your arms through and he opened the door for you, smiling to himself. “Ladies first.”

“Dean?” you said before you sat down. You pecked a kiss to his lips and he inhaled sharply. “Maybe I can stay longer than a few days?”

“You could just stay forever,” he said.

“Maybe I will,” you said. He cupped your cheek and grinned, kissing you slowly. “Don’t go away again.”

“Never, sweetheart. Let’s see if we can get a start on forever finally.”

_______

[saintlavrents]

Truthfully [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff?

Prompt: “I can repress feelings all day.”

Summary: in which he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend

Words: 1,632

A/N: im back with yet another haz fic. ive been in such a haz mood lately aka since the end of last year. also im sorry that this is kinda bad bc ive been having writers block since january so yea lol and this is my entry to @londonspidey​‘s writing challenge. congrats on the 3k!

You were bouncing your leg on the passenger seat as Harrison parked the car in front of the venue. To say that you were nervous was definitely an understatement. You kept on asking yourself how on earth did you get yourself into this predicament. Well, you know exactly how. You just didn’t understand why you had agreed to this.

“I need a favor.” You had opened your door to a seemingly disheveled Harrison, who just walked in as soon as you opened the door.

“Good morning to you too.” You muttered sarcastically as you closed the door behind him.

It was around eight in the morning and you had stayed up last night to study for a quiz you were going to have on your afternoon class. And you weren’t in the best mood due to the sleep deprivation.

Harrison stopped in his tracks for a second before sighing and turning towards you. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Well, uh, I kind of told my mum that I was seeing someone and that I’m going to bring that someone to Janice’s wedding.”

“Your cousin, Janice?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as you run your fingers through your hair, “Why, though?”

“Because she keeps trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughter.”

“And you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to get her off your back?”

“Yes.” He uttered, seemingly defeated. “You’ve got to help me. I don’t know who else to ask.”

You and Harrison first met in freshmen year in your English class and almost immediately hit it off and that lead to him introducing you to his group of friends, which you soon became a part of as well. Ever since then, you were pretty much best friends with all of them but you and Harrison were probably closest to one another amongst the six of you. The two of you even ended up going to the same University, but for different majors -Theatre for Harrison and Literature for you- and the two of you also live in a flat next to one another.

Being best friends with Harrison was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. But the thing is, sometime around sophomore year, you realized that you had feelings for him. You never told anyone, mostly because you don’t have any plans on telling him about your feelings ever. You had such a great friendship with him and you didn’t want to jeopardize it.

But eventually, Harry found out, sometime after he had enrolled in the same University as you and Harrison.

You were helping Harry move in to his flat, since you’ve got two of your classes cancelled today. It was only the two of you as Harrison said that he would come over to help after class. After about an hour of helping Harry unpack his stuff, Harry’s door swung open and Harrison barged in and gave you a hug. You were taken aback, blushing and your heart was pounding a thousand beats per minute.

“What are you doing?”

“Thanking you for helping me with the audition.” He said, letting go of you. You had helped him run his lines as well as film his audition for a major part in a film student’s final project a few days ago. “I got the part.”

“That’s great news!”

“I know!”

Harrison stayed and helped Harry with unpacking for about an hour before leaving again for his next class. After Harrison had left, Harry turned to you.

“You have feelings for him!”

“What? No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do. If you don’t, you wouldn’t have been so defensive about it.”

You groaned in defeat, “Alright, fine. Happy now?”

“You should probably tell him.”

“And possibly ruin my friendship with him? No, thanks.”

“With you being this obvious, you should just tell him.”

“Again, no thanks.” You paused for a bit, quite embarrassed that you got caught. “I can repress feelings all day.” You added.

Since that day, you tried your best to not make it too obvious that you are practically in love with Harrison. You tried to ignore the loud beating of your heart every time he’s near and/or is looking at you with those blue eyes of his. You even had to put up a tough and sarcastic act whenever he’s around, mostly to pretend that whatever he did and/or say doesn’t really affect you, when whatever he did and/or say drives you crazy.

No matter whatever he said or did, never did you ever expect that he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

“But, like, your mom knows me.”

“Yeah and she likes you.”

“Wouldn’t she know that we’re not actually dating?”

“We’ll just have to act and be convincing.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you lunch till the end of the term.”

You thought about it for a second before agreeing, “Okay.”

“Thank you!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Saturday.”

And that was pretty much how you got yourself in this situation. You, in heels, dress, full face makeup, holding hands with the guy you’ve had feelings for since high school, walking into the venue of his cousin’s wedding.

“Your hands are sweating.” He whispered.

You stopped to retract your hands from his to wipe it off on your dress, “Sorry. I’m nervous ‘cause this is just weird. Pretending to be your girlfriend and all.”

He took your hand again and gave you a reassuring smile before walking into the ballroom, where the party was.

“Harrison!” You heard his mother call for him and the two of you turned around.

“Mum, hi.”

You gave a small smile, “Hi, Phil.”

“You guys came here together? I thought Harrison was bringing someone he’s seeing.” Phil teased.

You tensed up a bit and before you could say anything, Harrison chipped in, “Y/N and I are together, mum.”

Hearing him say that made you feel… weird. It made you feel butterflies, obviously, but it hurts because you wanted it to be true.

Phil looked taken aback, clearly surprised by her son’s declaration, but then quickly broke into a huge grin, “Oh my god! Harrison! You didn’t tell me that the one you’re seeing is Y/N!”

Thankfully, things got less awkward as the night went on and you had to admit that it was kind of fun playing along with it. Pretty much all you did for the rest of the night was stand by Harrison’s side, smile and respond whenever his family would talk to you.

At some point, you felt your ankles starting to hurt from standing too long on your heels, so Harrison suggested you take a break and sit down at the table for a while and so you did. You reached your hand down to your ankles in an attempt to massage and soothe the aching on them. You couldn’t help but look up once and a while and look at him. Sure, it got pretty fun, but it kind of hurt because you wanted it to be real.

He, eventually, caught you staring and mouthed an ‘Are you okay?’, which you responded with a nod and a small smile. You were once again looking down at your ankles and you felt someone pull the chair to your right.

“You know, I never thought he’d had the balls to ask you out.” Charlotte laughed.

You looked at her with a confused expression but before you could respond to that, she spoke again, “He’s always so scared that you didn’t like him that way. But mum and I always knew you like him back.”

Before she could say anything else, you heard Phil call to her for a family photo. What Charlotte said definitely confused you. What was that about?

“Hey.” Harrison snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, definitely.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, that’s good. ‘Cause they’re going to start dancing any minute now.” And as if on cue, a slow tune played through the ballroom speaker.

He offered his hand to you and you took it, walking with him towards where everyone else were dancing, blending into the crowd. The two of you sway to the tune silently, before you decided to break the silence.

“You know, Charlotte said something interesting earlier.”

“What?”

“She said she never thought you’d had the balls to ask me out.”

Harrison tensed, “Oh. Did she say anything else?”

“She also said that you’re scared I don’t like you back.”

“Oh.” He looked down for a bit before looking at you.

“Oh? So, is it true?”

“I… Uh… Well… Here it goes.” He sighed before continuing, “I really like you, Y/N. And I know you don’t like me that way and that’s completely fine, I just hope that we can stay friends with y-” You cut him off by planting a short kiss on his lips.

You pulled away to see him looking very surprised. He was definitely not expecting that.

“I really like you too, Haz.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you before kissing you. And all you could think of was how crazy everything was. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing him for real.

“Wait. She also said that your mum and her always knew that I liked you.”

“Uh… About that… Truthfully, she never tried setting me up with anybody. I just needed a reason to, well, ask you out.” He said, looking at you with that damn blue eyes, making your knees go weak.

And that was probably the moment where you both realized that it was love.

“You're still buying me lunch till the end of term, right?”

[rohad93]

Moonlit Masquerade: Mother of the Bride Pt 2

Luz laid on her back across the bed staring up at the ceiling of their bedroom and kicking her feet back and forth, just as she’d been doing for the last forty-five minutes. She tugged at her dark green blouse.

“Are you ready yet?” she asked finally, turning her head to look at Amity’s back as she stood in front of the mirror carefully applying eyeliner.

“Almost, be patient,” Amity mumbled distractedly and Luz sighed.

“You said that almost an hour ago,” she groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “It’s just dinner with my mom.”

Amity stops what she’s doing and whips around to face her.

“It is not JUST dinner with your mom, Luz, this is... this is dinner with your MOM!” she emphasizes, and Luz blinks at her.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I just said.” she frowned and Amity groaned, rubbing a temple.

“I know this isn’t a big deal to you, Luz, but it is to me. I’ve never met your mom and we’re getting married in five months. I want her to like me, I need her to like me!” Amity slapped a hand against her chest, and if she looks a little hysterical at the moment, Luz isn’t going to tell her so, but she does sit up and hop up off the bed to wrap her arms around Amity’s waist as she turns back to the mirror, propping her head on her shoulder.

“Amor, relax,” Luz soothed. “Mami will adore you, what could she possibly not love about you?” she asked, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“The whole not human thing might be a reason…,” Amity frowned, pushing a stray strand of long auburn hair behind one of her pointed ears, eyes flickering to look at it. Luz noticed her glance. “I just… can’t have your mom hate me too.” it’s barely a whisper under her breath but she hears and Luz’s heart clenches at the quiet words. God does she hate Odalia Blight.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay! Just because your mom is a pendejo doesn’t mean my mom isn’t going to love you!” She promises, squeezing her. Amity snorts at the word, grinning at her in the mirror. “She already knows you’re a witch, Amity, and I think your ears are cute,” she punctuates the statement by kissing the pointed appendage next to her face. Amity smiles, grabbing the hands wrapped around her waist. She hums as Luz’s kisses don’t stop there and start to trail away from her ear and down her neck and then her teeth are pressing into her skin and she jumps, she can’t suppress the sound that rises in her throat at that, which only encourages Luz. She already knows where this is going and needs to stop it and finish getting ready; needs to.

“Luz…,” she mumbles but doesn’t immediately pull away or tell her to stop.

“Hmm?” Luz hums distractedly.

“I need to finish getting ready, your mom is expecting us in twenty minutes…”

“That’s plenty of time…,” she mumbles

Amity can't help the burst of laughter at that and finally shoved her away, grinning

“No, it is not, and you know it! More importantly, I can not go and have dinner with your mother and look her in the face after having sex with you.”

“I could…,” she grumbles, crossing her arms and plopping back down on the bed. Amity rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror, fixing her hair Luz had ruffled. Gold eyes narrowed and she leaned forward into the mirror. She could already see the dark spot forming on her neck.

“Luz!” she yelped, turning around to scowl at her. “Really?!” she frowned, gesturing to the spot appearing on her neck.

“Oops… sorry...” She grimaced.

Luz sat quietly on the bed, leaving her now irritated fiancée alone to cover the hickey forming on her neck with makeup.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Luz said, as she hopped off the bed, Amity made a sound of acknowledgment in her throat.

Luz rubbed her hands together nervously as she walked into the kitchen where Lilith was sitting at the table, flipping through a book as Eda tried to coerce some vegetables into a pot of boiling water.

“She’s so nervous…,” she sighed, sitting at the table.

“Understandable, she’s meeting your mother for the first time just before the two of you get married.” Lilith looked up at her.

“Not to mention all the shit that went down with her own mother…,” Eda grunted.

“You mean the other day?” Luz looked over at her.

“I mean her whole life, Kid.” Eda frowned, making Luz sigh and run a hand through her hair.

“She’s been kinda down since she went to Blight Manor, and she still hasn’t heard from her dad, which is not helping,” Luz grumbled.

“You really think taking her to meet your mother is the best course of action?” Lilith asked, concern clear on her face. Luz nodded enthusiastically.

“For sure! I know she’s nervous, but I know Mami’s going to love her, maybe Odalia can’t see how amazing Amity is but I know my mother will!” Luz said confidently.

The sisters grinned at her.

“Here’s hoping it all goes well, Kid.” Eda raised her bottle of apple blood before taking a long drink, making Luz grin.

“Thanks, mom.”  

“I’m sure your mother will clearly see what a lovely young woman Amity is,” Lilith agreed.  

“Thanks, but, yeah. What’s not to love about Amity?” Luz asked rhetorically, maybe looking stupidly lovestruck as she says it, mostly to herself, but then Eda snorted, drawing her and Lilith’s gaze.

“Something to add, sister?” Lilith cocked a brow at her while Luz gave her a bewildered look.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that you two, you have to admit, there are some things that some people definitely wouldn’t love about her as much as you do, Luz. She does still have some of those… ‘Blight’ tendencies.” Eda waved a hand but Luz glared at her. “I love the kid, You know what I mean!”

“I do know what you mean, yeah, but please don’t say that to her!” Luz said sternly. “I know it and Amity knows it too, and she works hard every day to try and put all that crap her mom shoved down her throat as a kid behind her… it’s just hard, it’s automatic sometimes.” Luz frowned, drumming her fingers on the table.

“You are both right, of course,” Lilith finally said, setting her book aside. “Amity does have a tendency to be arrogant, condescending, and prideful,” she said, looking at Luz, who pursed her lips. “But she makes every effort to squash those tendencies her mother instilled in her, but years upon years of the same rhetoric can not quickly be undone.” She glanced at her sister, who grunted in answer.

“I was just saying, not everyone can see her for how she really is like you can, Luz.” Eda shrugged.

“I know, but I know my mother is gonna love her!” she asserted confidently.

A door upstairs closes and then there are footsteps on the stairs before Amity walks into the kitchen.

“I’m ready to go, Luz.” She looks at her.

“Great.” she smiled, jumping up. “See you guys later!” Luz called as she wrapped her arm around Amity’s and led her out of the house.

“Good luck!” Eda called.

Amity definitely seemed less irritated and just nervous now, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her knee-length black dress as they walked out of the house and around back to the portal.

“You look wonderful, Amity.” Luz tried to soothe some of her nerves, squeezing her hand. Amity hummed, smiling at her, but Luz could see how nervous she was. “It’s going to be fine, I promise!”

"Right… fine." Amity nodded. "Oh, right…" she suddenly remembered and spun a finger and her ears glowed before appearing as rounded as Luz's.

"How's this?" she asked and Luz made a face. "What, do I not look human?"

"No, no you do… but I don't like it!” she whined. “You're not you!" Luz frowned, but Amity couldn't help but smile at that.

"Well, we don't want any other humans to see me right?"

"I mean, we're really not going very far, we won't even pass any other houses," Luz reasoned.

"Alright, alright." She smiled and undid the illusion. "Better?"

"Much." she nodded, smiling before she opened the door to the portal and gestured for Amity to step through.

This was something else she’d been nervous about, going to the human realm for the first time.

She stepped through and Luz followed. Amity looked around, it didn't look all that different from the Isles, just some woods, though the sounds and smells were different, her nose wrinkled at the strange, dirty smell in the air.

Luz closed the door behind them and took Amity's hand.

"Come on." Luz pulled her along through the wood. When they broke the tree line Amity stopped to stare in open wonder at the paved road and the cars driving by.

"Are those the 'cars' you've told me about?" she asked.

"Yeah! When we have a free day we'll come and I'll show you a bunch of stuff, we'll go to the movies or something fun like that," Luz promised. "For now, better go, don't need too many people staring at you." She pulled her transfixed fiancée along.

"Because of my ears?" Amity frowned, reaching up to touch one of her earrings with her free hand.

"Pfft, no, cuz you're so beautiful, duh." She grinned at her and Amity's cheek pinked. "Like I need to be getting into a fight with some human guy right before we have dinner with my mom…," Luz said making Amity chuckle.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes fondly.

She pulled them along to the house on the corner, just outside the woods.

"You weren't kidding when you said it wasn't far," Amity said, looking at the house.

"Mhmm. Ready?" Luz asked as they stood on the porch. Amity smoothed her hair and dress, much to Luz's silent amusement before finally nodding.

"I'm ready." She nodded.

Luz knocked and a few moments later the door swung open.

"¡Mija, estás aquí!" Camila smiled brightly, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug.

"¡Te dije que lo estaría!" She laughed before extracting herself from her mother's grip to set a hand on the small of Amity's back. Amity tensed, knowing what was coming.

"Amity, this my mother, Camila Noceda. Mami, this is my fiancée, Amity Blight," she introduced her with a bright grin.

Amity swallowed thickly as brown eyes, identical to Luz's, landed on her and she straightened.

Camila quickly glanced over her future daughter-in-law. The first thing she noticed was how tall she was, along with the pointed ears and those piercing gold eyes. Luz hadn’t been exaggerating when she said how beautiful Amity was, but she was shocked further by the words that then came out of her mouth.

"Es un placer conocerla, señora Noceda." Amity greeted, sticking her hand out, hoping she didn't still sound nervous in Spanish. Luz assured her her accent was near flawless these days, but she wasn't sure. They had spent all of yesterday conversing in Spanish so Amity could be sure she wasn’t forgetting anything.

Camila's eyes widened at that before she smiled brightly at her and grabbed her hand.

"It's so good to meet you!" Camila took her hand in both of hers. "You were right, Mija, she is beautiful." She smiled and Luz grinned, while Amity flushed. "Come in, come in." She motioned after releasing her and stepped to the side to allow them in.

Amity glanced around the cozy home as she followed Luz inside. Some of the furnishings were so different than she was accustomed to, while others like the couch and chairs were not. There was a strange, flat black rectangle hanging on the wall. She blinked at her reflection in it. Some kind of portal maybe?

Luz turned to see what she was looking at and grinned.

"That's a television. It's like a crystal ball," Luz explained and Amity hummed.

"Please, have a seat." Camila herded them to the couch and sat across from them in a chair. "They speak Espanol in the 'demon realm'?" Camila asked, looking at Luz.

"Oh, no," she laughed. "They only have English… well, and ancient demon chanting, though I’m not sure that counts…," she hummed, tapping her chin.

"I learned from Luz," Amity said.

"I'm surprised, Luz was never much of a teacher," Camila admitted, looking at her with a smirk. Luz pressed a hand to her chest over her heart and gasped in mock offense.

"Luz was a wonderful teacher," Amity defended and Luz smiled, reaching over to hold her hand between them. This doesn't go unnoticed by Camila.

"So it seems, your accent is impeccable." She smiled. "Luz told me a bit about you when she was here last, but I'm interested to learn more."

"Oh, What would you like to know?" She reached up and brushed some hair behind one of her ears, that right now she felt must be so very attention-grabbing. Was this how Luz always felt at home, glaringly out of place?"

"What do you do for a living?"

"Ah, right now, I spend most of my time acting as an advisor of sorts to the new council, it's really tedious, uninteresting stuff," she said.

"That's not true, what you do is super important, amor. The council is full of idiots who wouldn't have a clue without you and Lilith to tell them what to do. The Isles would be doomed without you." Luz quickly jumps in to defend her current daily work.

"There wouldn't even be a council without you kick-starting and fighting in the rebellion," Amity reminded her

"Luz talked about how there was rebellion, but she never mentioned fighting in it…" Camila turned her sharp gaze to her daughter.

"Oh… well…," Luz trailed off scratching the back of her head. "It wasn't much fighting," she mumbled.

"You lead multiple battles over two years," Amity unhelpfully reminded, unaware of the disapproving look her fiancée's mother is giving her daughter.

"I'm starving! When's dinner, Mami?" Luz quickly tries to change the subject.

"It should be done soon, but I'd like to hear more about these 'battles'," she says looking at Amity, who is only too happy to regale her mother with tales of, unfortunately, some of the rougher fights they'd had in the past, though they were the ones in which Luz had proven herself to be an intrepid and brave leader.

Luz suddenly realized how dangerous they all sound though as Amity tells them with pride to her mother, whose face is a mix of emotions over the course of the tales, which she knew of course, but it sounds that much worse watching her mother listen to the stories.

"That's… a lot to take in," Camila finally says, looking between the two of them, Luz grimaces.  

"Every battle we fought was, unfortunately, necessary for the freedoms everyone now enjoys back home. Without Luz, I don't think it would have been possible…," Amity tells her.

Luz is embarrassed, the same way she always gets when people tell stories about her days in the rebellion, but Amity always tells the stories with such evident pride and admiration that it embarrasses her even as it warms her up inside. There are just as many stories of Amity diving headfirst into the middle of raging battles on her staff, drawing spell circles so fast it would make her dizzy watching, but everyone knows them, so Luz rarely gets the opportunity to praise her longtime girlfriend’s own valor. She makes a mental note to tell her mother Amity’s stories of heroism when she’s more comfortable with the idea, which judging by her face at the moment; is not now.

Her mother's expression is unreadable, but before she can say anything the oven timer goes off.

"Oh, the oven, excuse me," Camila says and stands disappearing into the kitchen.

"Please don't tell her any more stories about the rebellion!" Luz hisses to Amity as soon as she's sure her mother is gone.

"What, why?" Amity blinks, wondering if she's done something wrong.

"You think you get all worried when I'm doing something stupid? Now imagine you're my mother," Luz said.

"I would prefer not to…" Amity can't help but smirk, and maybe it's her small way of getting back at Luz for the hickey, and it works, her face turns bright red.

"You are the worst. You know exactly what I meant!" Luz frowns.

"Fine, I just think your mother would be as proud of you as I am." Amity turns her head away and hears Luz sigh.

"I know, Amity, but I've seen her three times in six years, I just don't want to give her any extra reasons yet to worry about me when we're back home."

"Of course, you're right," Amity concedes, looking at her. "You planned to bring her to the Isles though, you don't think some things there won't… freak her out?" she asked.

"We have to ease her into it… I figured I'd bring her to Sunday night dinner next week to meet everyone."

"You think dinner with Eda, Lilith, our friends, and my siblings is easing her into it?" Amity gave her a deadpan look.

"I mean…," Luz started.

"Last week Viney and Gus crashed Puddles through the kitchen window and Eda and Lilith had a glyph fight over dessert… After Willow and Emira had a witch's duel in the front yard to decide who my maid of honor would be…" she crossed her arms.

"Well, now we know it's Willow..,." Luz chuckled, but Amity was still giving her a look. "That is one of the reasons it was so important that I brought you here to have dinner with her alone. You wanted to make a good first impression, and we really didn't need Ed and Em to meet her at the same time… or mom… I still haven't figured out how to tell her about that…" Luz trailed off, looking unsure.

Amity reached over and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sure she'll understand, Luz. Someone had to take care of you, it was only natural that Eda would fill that void in your life, and anyone can tell how much Eda loves you." she tried to ease Luz's worry about introducing her two mothers to each other.

"I know… I just don't want her to think that I replaced her. I always missed her, she just couldn't be there for me the same way mom was…" Luz frowned.

"It'll be okay, querida." Amity squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek, which happened to be the same moment Camila returned to tell them dinner was ready and Amity whipped back, face pink as Camila was giving her an amused look.

"Smells great, Mami, what did you make?" Luz asked, standing.

"Chivo liniero." She smiled as Luz grinned and practically ran into the kitchen, Amity followed her, trying not to look Camila in the eye as she passed.

They sat at the small table and Camila set bowels in front of them filled with a thick, dark red stew, rice, and tostones on the side.

Luz was salivating and didn't hesitate to start spooning the stew into her mouth and humming in delight. She wanted to cry, it tasted the same as it did in her memories.

Amity smiled at her fiancée’s palpable joy.

"I don't know if you have anything like this back home, but I hope you enjoy it, Amity," Camila said, smiling at her across the table.

"I'm sure it's delicious," Amity told her politely, and then Luz is holding a tostone in front of her.

"Try this Amity, maybe you'll finally believe me that yours taste just like them." Luz grinned.

"You've made tostones?" Camila asks.

"We don't have plantains on the Isles, but I've made something similar for Luz," she explains.

"Yeah, when we first started dating, they taste just like yours," Luz confirmed, still holding the fried disk out to Amity who rolled her eyes. She was not going to let Luz feed her in front of her mother, but took it from her and took a bite. It really did taste nearly identical to the ones she sometimes made for Luz. Luz grinned and laughingly went on. "Probably why I ended up blurting out that I loved you a month into dating...Ow!" Her laugh was cut short as Amity glared at her and set her heeled foot back on the floor after kicking her fiancée under the table. "Kidding! I was kidding, mi amor!" Luz whined. that smarted. Amity huffed.

Camila chuckled under her breath as she started eating, glancing between the pair. Knowing her daughter, or at least the aspects of her personality that seemed to have carried over into adulthood, she wasn't surprised by the dynamic she seemed to have with her fiancée, though she hadn’t yet seen enough of Amity to make any concrete conclusions about her future daughter-in-law yet.

Amity carefully spooned some of the wonderful smelling food in her mouth, vaguely wondering if she might have any reactions to human food the same way Luz did to certain things on the Isles; she hoped to the Titan that if she did it wouldn't be to whatever this was.

Flavors like she's never known before exploded across her tongue. Luz grinned behind her own spoon, watching the wonder that filled Amity's face as she took her first bite, followed quickly by another. She goes back to her own food happily enjoying the way the heat begins to creep up on her, burning her mouth in that pleasurable way spicy food always has, a good pain. Her mother always made it extra spicy for her.

She pauses and blinks before her eyes go wide and her gaze shoots to Amity, and she can begin to see the exact moment the heat starts to creep up on her very, VERY, spice sensitive fiancée.

Amity is holding her spoon tightly and her cheeks are slightly flushed as she stares down at her food like it had been a trap.

Her mouth Is. On. fire!

Every nerve on her tongue burns and her eyes are starting to water. She knows what’s happening. She’d learned the hard way after a time that Luz had cooked for her that she can nowhere near handle the same level of spice that Luz, and apparently Camila, enjoyed.

But she's now stuck between a rock and a very hot place. She knows that dining etiquette in the human realm is similar enough to the Isles that it would be rude not to eat what’s been served to her, especially by her future mother-in-law, so even though it feels like she’s going to die, she keeps eating; though a little quicker than normal.

Luz watches her with wide eyes and is torn by her incredible love for this woman and her absolute exasperation at her perfectionist need to please, even to her detriment. She bites her lip, considering what she should do. She should make her stop, tell her mother that Amity is very sensitive to spicy foods, but that would just embarrass her and she knows how important this is to Amity. She bounced her foot, thinking quickly.

"Mami, do we have any milk?" she asks suddenly and Camila looks up.

“There’s almond milk In the fridge, yes.”

“Do you want some too, Amity?” she asks, making her look up from her near fever-induced trance, sweat beading up on her forehead, to see the hard, meaningful look Luz is giving her and nods jerkily.

“Yes, please.” She manages to almost sound normal.

Luz hops up and grabs two glasses and quickly pours them before she sets one in front of Amity, who grabs it almost immediately and downs half of it, luckily her mother isn’t looking at the moment.

Luz shakes her head to herself as she watches Amity continue to eat between drinks and when her glass is empty, Luz slyly slides her untouched glass to her and pulls the empty one over to her plate, giving Amity a clearly disapproving look that tells her exactly how she feels about what she’s doing. Amity ignores it. They both know she’s going to pay for it dearly later, not that she isn’t now, but that’s a problem for later.

“My, you must have liked it, I’ve only ever seen Luz eat that fast!” Camila laughed when ten minutes into dinner Amity’s plate lies empty. “Would you like some more?”

“No!” she coughs, reeling it back in and trying to speak when it feels like she could breathe fire better than Calliban. “No, thank you, I couldn’t possibly eat another bite. It was delicious, though, thank you.” She smiles.

“How on earth did you manage to find yourself such a polite young woman?” Camila turns to her daughter with an amused smile.

‘I didn’t find her on Earth,” Luz quips. “And I’m polite!” She argues.

Amity glances around the kitchen as she sips on the glass of milk, trying desperately to wash away the heat still rippling across her tongue and hanging on the wall she spots a framed photo of Luz, grinning cheesily at the camera and covered head to toe in mud, her eyes only just barely visible as she proudly held up some kind of small green creature.

Finished with teasing her daughter, Camila looks to see what has captured Amity’s attention and smiles when she sees the photo, the only one she had left up after Luz had disappeared. It had been too hard to look at all the ones that used to hang in the living room. She really needs to get those out of Luz’s bedroom.

“She had to have three baths after that,” Camila says to her, making Amity look up and she can’t help but grin.

“That sounds about right, she was covered in abomination goo when we met,” she says, glancing at Luz.

“Would you like to see some of her baby photos?”

“No!” Luz jumps in.

“Yes, please.” Amity brightens.

“Luz, why don’t you run upstairs and grab the box sitting on your old bed while I pick this up?”

“Why are they upstairs?” Luz asks, confused, only now noticing that all the photos that once hung in the house are gone, and her mother frowns, hesitating.  She has to remind herself that Luz isn’t a child anymore and she needs to be honest about it, about the things that transpired over the last six years she was gone if she wants Luz to do the same. She knows there are things that her daughter isn’t telling her, though she doesn't know just what they are yet.

“I put them all away two years after you disappeared, they were too hard to look at after a while,” she finally says and the mood in the kitchen noticeably drops.

“Oh…,” Luz says quietly and Amity squeezes her leg under the table, still nursing her milk. “Yeah... sure. Come on, Amity. I’ll show you my old room.” Luz stood from the table, Amity following behind her back through the living room and up the stairs. Luz doesn’t say anything as they do.

She stops at a door with a sheet of notebook paper taped to it that has a drawing, obviously done by Luz, of herself, dressed as Azura. She opens it and they step into what was obviously once a teenage girls room. There’s a desk with a book laying open on its surface and a corkboard hanging over it with various notes and drawings tacked to it. A bookshelf sits in the corner full of books and the walls are covered in Azura and anime posters, clothes are strewn across the floor in various places.

Luz’s hand on the knob tightens as she looks around at her old bedroom. The dirty, long unwashed window, letting little light in. This room, unlike the rest of the house, feels like it’s been stuck in a loop in time, the only way she can tell that time has, in fact, passed, is the thick layer of dust that covers everything.  

“She never touched anything…,” she finally mumbles quietly.

Hands grip her shoulders gently and Amity is pressing against her back, a reassuring presence that Luz greatly appreciates at this moment. She reached back to lay a hand over one of Amity’s smaller ones on her shoulder and squeezed it, silent thanks that she understands well. Amity doesn’t need to ask if she’s okay, because she knows there is no straightforward answer to that.

Luz sighs quietly through her nose as she looks at all her old things, left behind to rot, untouched, and spots the cardboard box sitting on her bed that obviously doesn’t belong with everything else in the room. She walks over to it and picks it up. She glances at her unmade bed as she does. Sheets still turned back from when she’d hopped out of bed the morning she’d left for ‘summer camp’.

“I forgot to make my bed that morning,” she says aloud, but Amity doesn’t say anything, just watches her quietly. “...I figured I could just do it when I got back…,” she says quietly.

Amity watches silently from the doorway as Luz sets the box on the carpet and starts to carefully make the bed, sending a cloud of dust in the air that creates a little snowstorm as the particles float in the rays of the dim sunlight coming in the window.

When she’s satisfied, she picks the box back up and walks back to the door.

“I’ll make sure to make ours every morning,” Luz says as she stops next to her, the look in her dark eyes is so intense, and the words said with such absolute conviction Amity had to suppress a shiver at the low tone they’re delivered in. The words would sound strange to anyone else, a bizarre declaration, but Amity understands the promise clearly.  

“I know you will, Luz,” she answers and Luz nods, satisfied, and walks down the hall. Amity closed the door to the old bedroom behind her before she followed.

“Mami, I got them!” Luz called as they walked into the living room.

Camila comes out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dishrag, and can see that both girls look strangely intense, but she doesn't mention it as they sit on the couch.

Camila digs through the box and smiles as she pulls out Luz’s baby album. It no longer hurt to look at them as it would have just two weeks ago. The first two years after Luz had vanished had felt like agony every time she passed one of her daughter’s photos on the wall, sometimes causing her to burst into tears. It was just after one such outburst two years in that she had packed them all in a box and left them sitting on Luz’s bed, safe for a future day when it didn’t cause her heart to crack looking at them, but that day had never come; till now.

She flips it open and shows it to Amity, sitting on her right.

There are photos of her just after birth in the hospital followed by just after she’d been brought home.

“This is her first bath.” Camila smiles proudly and Amity coos at the photo while Luz groans into her hands.  

“Why?” she hisses, face already turning red.

They spend twenty minutes looking at the album and other pictures in the box Camila had taken off the walls.

Amity is snickering at a picture of Luz as a toddler, grinning brightly at the camera, a large gap in her wide smile and covered in glue, glitter all over her.

“I’m sensing a theme between you and sticky substances,” Amity smirked at her. Luz stuck her tongue out at her. It was while looking at the photo that Camila had a thought she just couldn’t keep to herself.

“Wouldn’t a bebe with your face and Amity’s eyes just be adorable?” Camila looked at them and both their faces erupt in red.

“Mami, we’re not even married yet!” Luz chokes.

“Just a thought, Mija.” Camila smiles to herself, but she can clearly see that despite her bright red face, Amity is imagining the same thing now, and she is. A child with Luz’s darker complexion, fluffy, brown hair, and her own bright gold eyes and ears.

‘Cute’ she thinks.

Luz looks at her and sees the thoughtful look too and turns even redder.

Camila flips through the album, disappointed that half the pages are blank, a strong reminder of the last six years that have been lost and Amity seems to notice as she stops on a page that has Luz from what must be right before they met and the next is glaringly blank.

Amity hesitates a second before she speaks.

“I have some from around this time and after if you’d like to see them?” she asks and Camila looks at her with surprise, the look in her eyes is intense but Amity can’t put a name to it.

“I’d like that, yes.” Camila smiles and Amity nods, lifting a hand, and Camila watches, fascinated as she spins a finger in a large circle and a magenta ring of light blinks into existence and a book falls out of it into Amity’s hands. It's pink with black binding and reads ‘memories’ in neat, looping calligraphy.

“I didn’t know you kept a photo album.” Luz scoots in closer to look over her shoulder at the book.

“Mhmm” Amity nods as she hands it to Camila, who flips it open. The first photos are of them and their friends from Grom. Luz and Amity take turns explaining the scenarios laid out in front of them as they flip through it. Amity, like everything else she does, is a meticulous record keeper. Many of the pivotal moments of their relationship and lives with their friends are taped to the books pages and many not so important little moments, like them with Gus and Willow one Halloween. Gus dressed as a toaster, yet somehow, Luz is still the standout in the picture, dressed as a werewolf while everyone else is dressed like humans. Right below it is a photo of the same scene sometime later. With Luz, hands held up in front of her as a large angry werewolf shouts at her.

“He did not appreciate my costume…,” Luz said.

“I think what he found offense with was when you howled at him,” she clarified, smirking.

“How was I supposed to know that was a werewolf curse?” she asked, raising a hand.

Amity lets Luz tell most of the tales, except the ones she doesn’t know, like ones where Luz is clearly not paying attention to the photos being taken of her, like as she zips along on Eda’s staff and a couple where she is asleep, splayed out on the couch or under a tree, and one where she and Amity are clearly laying in bed, Luz with her mouth open and drooling, arms wrapped around Amity, who is taking the photo from above them, smiling, sickeningly sweet at the camera.

“Do you often take photos of me asleep?” Luz smirks at her and she pinks.

“Not...often…,” she mumbled, and Luz snickers, sitting her chin on her shoulder and giving her a smug, knowing look. “Shut up…,” Amity grumbled.

Camila flips the page and on it is a picture of all of them at graduation, shoved together and showing off their staffs, and next to it is one of the two of them with Eda and Lilith just after, standing in front of the owl house, Eda with her arm draped around Luz and grinning toothily, both holding their owl topped staffs. The Owl Lady had never looked so proud. Next to them are Lilith and Amity, the former with her hand resting on the laters shoulder, also both proudly holding their staffs and smiling at the camera. The low angle of the photo indicates King as the photographer.

“That’s Eda and Lilith.” Amity points out the two sisters.

“Eda is the woman who took care of you, right, Mija?” Camila looks to her daughter, who freezes.

“Yeah,” she says simply. She needs to tell her mother about her co motherhood with Eda, but she has not a clue how that conversation will go, and today was about introducing her mother to Amity, she doesn’t want to taint her perception of the witch should that conversation go poorly, so she holds her tongue; for now. Amity glances at her out of the corner of her eye but says nothing.

“I can make copies of any of these if you’d like.” Amity turns to Camila who smiles.

“I’d like that, thank you,” she says and Amity nods. “Tell me, have you two made any plans for the wedding yet?” she asks, closing the book and handing it back to Amity, who set it on the coffee table.

“Not really, but that's still five months away, and neither of us wanna do anything big, so we don’t need to do that much planning.” Luz shrugged.

“We have picked a date,” Amity tells her.

“Oh?”

“Halloween!” Luz grinned.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Camila looked at her daughter with fond exasperation.

“It's only a coincidence that it's Halloween. We picked it because that’s the date of the next blue moon,” Amity explains.

“Oh, I see. Luz told me about the masquerade party.” Camila smiles at that.

“Yeah! Other than that we have made zero decisions… except that it can’t be costume themed…” Luz pouted and Amity rolled her eyes. “But yea, October thirty-first, Mami, save the date!” She grinned brightly.

“I’ll be there of course.” she nodded. “Are you changing your name, Mija?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it…,” Luz hummed.

“I have, I just hadn’t had a chance to talk to you about it yet,” Amity piped up, drawing both women’s eyes.

“Yeah? Did you want to hyphenate them or…,” Luz trailed off. Amity shook her head.

“No, actually, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to change mine to Noceda,” she tells her, and Luz’s face morphs into pleasantly surprised shock.

“Of course you can, mi amor!” She grins, throwing an arm around Amity’s waist and squeezing her. “‘Luz Blight’ doesn't really roll off the tongue anyway.” she grinned but then her face took on that look that tells Amity she’s thinking.

“What?” Amity cocks a brow at her.

“I do rather like the sound of ‘Amity Noceda’ though.” She smiles at her in that soft way that makes the tips of Amity’s ears turn pink.

“Stop it,” she whispers.

“I’m not doing anything.” Luz grinned, leaning in close. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You know exactly what you’re doing!” she hissed quietly, leaning her head back, away from her encroaching fiancée, face following along with the color of her ears, well aware that Camila is watching them, but that doesn’t stop Luz from darting forward and pecking Amity’s lips. She makes an embarrassed squeak.

Since her pointed ears stick out away from her head, Camila can clearly see them turning red and laughs behind her hand. Luz just grins even as Amity glares at her, though the look is diminished by her red hot face.

Camila believes she’s seen enough to finally make a sound judgment of Amity Blight.

She’s a lovely young woman, who seems to make her daughter incredibly happy and who she’s glad to welcome into the family. It’s astounding to her, how in the span of two weeks she could go from having felt so empty to her heart overflowing with joy.    

“It’s funny,” Camila starts, drawing both women’s eyes. “I thought I had lost Luz forever, but then she comes back and brings me a second daughter too,” Camila laughed and Luz smiles at her, the expression threatening to split her face.

Amity has frozen as the words hit her, hearing those words come out of Camila’s mouth makes her brain screech to a halt.

In two hours, she feels more wanted by Luz’s mother than she ever had by her own in twenty-one years of living. On top of her fresh confrontation with her mother a few days ago, it’s too much, it’s hard to breathe, and her hands fist into the fabric of her dress. Emotions rise up in her chest, strong ones, that suddenly threaten to choke her with their intensity.  

“I…,” she stalls, and Luz can see what’s happening in her face. They’ve seen each other at their best and absolute, messy worst, and she immediately knows the signs of Amity on the verge of an emotion induced anxiety attack, and she leans in close, hand on her waist squeezing comfortingly.

“The bathroom is down that hall, first door on the left, amor,” Luz tells her quietly as Camila watches, confused by what’s happening. Amity nods a little shakily and stands.

“Excuse me…” she hurries down the hall, mother and daughter watch her go.    

“I’m sorry, Mija, I didn’t mean to upset her.” Camila frowns, looking worried, and it is even more confused when Luz smiles brightly at her.

“No, Mami, no! You were perfect. You just overwhelmed her, ” Luz assures. “She’s been terrified all day that you might hate her,” Luz says quietly.

“What!? She’s perfectly lovely!” Camila frowns and Luz smiles a little sadly at her.

“I know she is… it’s just…,” Luz trails off, clenching her fists.  

While Amity is in the bathroom trying to pull herself together enough to go back out there and act normal, Luz explains Amity’s rather complicated and painful relationship with her own mother as well as their most recent confrontation.

“The poor girl, that’s terrible.” Camila holds a hand to her mouth, appalled by what her daughter tells her, as Luz knew her mother would be. “How could anyone treat their own daughter that way?”

Luz wishes she knew the answer to that, wishes she could fix all the things that cause Amity pain, like Odalia Blight, but if time and maturity had taught her anything, it was that some things are just terrible, and can’t be fixed, no matter how much you want to, or try. Amity’s relationship with her mother is just one of those things, unfortunately. Something that she had to learn to live with, and it makes Luz all the more grateful for the two mother’s she has, and determined to make sure Amity rarely feels the loss, though she knows she can never take it away completely.  Eda had always been good at making Amity feel like another member of their little flock of a family, and her faith that her mother would as well had been rewarded.

“I’m going to go check her,” Luz said, standing from the couch and walking down the hall to the closed bathroom door. She tapped on it quietly

“Hey, can I come in?” she asks quietly. The lock clicks and Luz slips inside.

Amity is standing with both hands on the sink, staring down at it and Luz can see the trembling in her frame. She stands behind her and wraps her arms around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, amor,” she whispers into her ear. “Slow, deep breaths,” she murmurs, feeling Amity’s quaking in her arms as she tries to follow the instruction. The last thing they need is Amity hyperventilating in the bathroom.

It takes a few minutes for Amity to relax, or at least as relaxed as she’s going to get, and goes limp in Luz’s arms.  

“I’m making a fool of myself…,” Amity whispers.

“No, you aren’t” Luz quickly assures. “You’re fine. I told you, Mami adores you, you’re great.” Luz carefully avoids the word perfect whenever she references Amity, the woman has no positive connotations for the word.

“Hiding in the bathroom is not ‘great’ Luz!” Amity growls, pressing her palms against her eyes.

“If you can get through my mother's extra spicy Chivo liniero, you can do this,” Luz says. “We’re going to talk about that stunt later, by the way,” Luz jokes, hoping to lighten Amity’s mood. It works, and a small smile pulls at her lips.

“You didn’t tell me it was going to be demon fire in a bowl…,” she snips back playfully.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I forgot all about it,” she mumbled. “But it was tasty demon fire, right?” she grinned, looking at Amity in the mirror.

“Up until I couldn’t taste anything…,” she admitted, making Luz chuckle and brush a stray lock of auburn hair away from her face.

“Are you ready to go back out there?” she asked after a moment.

Amity sighed quietly but nodded. Luz released her and stepped back, letting Amity straighten herself out.

“I’ll go back out,” she hooked a thumb over her shoulder and Amity nodded.

Luz walked back into the living room where her mother was waiting on the couch.

“Is she alright?” Camila frowned.

“She’s fine.” Luz nodded, plopping down on the couch. “I just remembered though, Mami, you should come to dinner at the owl house. We all get together almost every Sunday for dinner, you can meet everyone.”  

It was then that Amity cautiously stepped out of the hall and sat next to Luz, who took hold of one of her hands.

“My apologies, Ms. Noceda…,” Amity started, only for Camila to cut her off.

“Nothing to be sorry for, cariño.” Camila smiled and Amity pinked at the word.

“Amity, tell Mami she needs to come to dinner at the house and meet everyone.” Luz bounced excitedly.

“Umm… come prepared for a very… exuberant meal…,” she says finally and Luz snorts.

They leave soon after securing Camila’s agreement to come to dinner the coming Sunday.

“I think that went pretty well,” Luz starts as they walk through the portal and step back into the demon realm.

“It certainly could have gone worse…,” she admits, walking around the front of the house.

“I told you, you were worried for nothing.” Luz smiles at her as she quietly opens the door to the house so as not to wake Hooty.

“Maybe,'' Amity admits, starting for the stairs. “Though now we get to worry about Sunday,” she says. “I’m going to have to call Emira and make the twins promise to be on their best behavior.”

Luz chuckles as she follows her to their room.

“I’m sure they'll be fine.” Luz waved.

“It’s like you’ve never met my siblings…” Amity smirked, glancing at Luz over her shoulder.

The house is quiet and they figure the rest of the house’s residents have gone to bed already, so they make their way quietly to their room to change for bed.

Amity sighs tiredly as she flops back onto the bed.

“My mouth still hurts…,” she grumbled, making Luz snicker as she crawled into bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Chica blanca…,” is the mumbled reply. Amity frowns. She knows the words but doesn’t understand whatever reference Luz is making, but knows by the look on her face she’s making fun of her, she pokes her side sharply, which only makes Luz giggle more.

“Ugh, goodnight.” She spins a finger and the lights go out as she turns onto her side, pointedly facing away from Luz, but that doesn't dissuade her from following to spoon her, and Amity doesn’t protest.

“Good night, mi amor,” Luz mumbled into her neck.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before Luz’s voice again breaks the quiet.

“Amity…?”

“Hmm?” she doesn’t open her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to see her anyway, behind her in the dark.

“Are you happy?”

That does make her eyes open. She can’t distinguish anything from Luz’s voice. She rolls over to face her and from what little light is coming in the window from the moon she can see the shine of it bouncing off Luz’s eyes as she looks at her.

“What do you mean? Like, right now, in general…?” she questions.

She feels more than sees Luz’s shrug.

“I guess in general, yeah, are you happy?” she asks again and Amity stares back at her for a long time, trying to figure out what exactly Luz is asking her, she never asks such a question without purpose.

“Do you think I’m unhappy?” she asks, eyebrows knitting between her forehead as she tries to read Luz’s face, puzzle out what this sudden line of questioning is about.

“I don’t... think, you are, no,” Luz finally answers. “I just… want to make sure. Are you happy with everything? Our lives, getting married… me?” she finally says and Amity’s eyes shoot wide open.

‘What? Why would you ask that?” Amity frowns, reaching out in the dark for Luz’s hand. She finds it and laces their fingers together, she can feel the warm metal of Luz’s ring against her cool hand.

Her eyes have adjusted and she can see Luz’s frown.

“Seeing my old room today… how she never went in there, put all my photos away, it just got me thinking about how good I seem to be at hurting the people I love without meaning to and I… I dunno how to explain it, but you're happy, right?” The question resonates with a desperateness that makes Amity’s chest tighten painfully.

She pulls her hand out of Luz’s to reach up and cup her face in both hands.

“Listen to me, and listen carefully, Luz Noceda,” she says seriously. “I love you, and I’ve never been as happy as I am when I’m with you. Okay?” she asks quietly.

Luz reached up to press her hand over one of Amity’s on her cheek and turned her head just enough to press a kiss to her palm.

“Yeah,” she mumbled against her skin.  

“Good,” Amity mumbles and pulls her hands back to wrap around her, tugging her closer. “Now go to sleep, you dork,” she grumbled. Luz smiled and squeezed her tightly.

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Inside Jokes

Happy New Year guys🎊☺️!! I hope it’s filled with much happiness and positivity! So this was another idea I was gonna do for Christmas, but I already had other stuff and the holiday had then passed so I figured hey why not do it for New Years🤷🏽‍♀️? Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluffy feels☺️!

Sounding the bright charm of the doorbell, a smile spreads on your lips hearing the familiar excited barks from Dodger as he scurries to the front door.

“I know bubba, I’m coming. I heard it too,” you hear Chris’ muffled chuckles as his footsteps lightly thud against the hardwood the closer he came. He doesn’t have time to properly greet you before brown and white fur dashes past him circling around your legs before peering up at you with soft brown eyes as his front paws push on your abdomen making you laugh.

“Dodge let her come in the house first bud.”

“It’s okay. I know I haven’t visit you in a while, I promise I’ll do better,” you smile scratching behind his ears as he drops to all fours helping his dad guide you in the warm, faintly pine scented home. Pulling you into his chest, your arms wrap around each other in the most comforting hug you’ve received in a while. His lips against your temple after his low “hi sweetheart,” makes you giddy with stomach doing tiny flips before quickly trying to push those feelings away.

“Y/N!,” Scott shouts.

“Scott!” Pulling away, you meet him halfway for a hug as he spins you around causing an eruption of giggles.

“I didn’t know you were back in town, how are you? I haven’t seen you in...what? A year?!”

“And what are you doing bringing us gifts on your birthday?,” Chris adds taking the respective snowman and reindeer covered gift bags from your hand.

“That’s right, Happy birthday! Have anything special planned?”

“No, I’m just gonna stay in and watch a few movies until I probably fall asleep. And the gifts are late Christmas presents since I couldn’t get them to you sooner.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that, thank you so much,” Scott smiles hugging you again. “And you hear that Chris? She’s not doing anything tonight.” There’s a brief silence as the two brothers peer at each other as if telepathically speaking some secret language.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but from Chris’ pleading yet serious eyes and Scott fluttering his lashes with innocent smile on his face you thought maybe it might be your cue to leave.

“Well um I don’t want to take up too much of your time-,”

“You’re not!,” Chris interrupts, a bit too enthusiastic for his liking from his growing blush. “Um in fact if you want to stay and hang out here, that’s completely fine. We’re having a few friends over later for a last minute New Year’s Eve party, which you’re more than welcome to join.”

Your heart screamed yes, wanting you to kick off your shoes and get comfy on his sectional couch. However, your brain kept picturing you sitting off to yourself for the majority of the night with drink in hand as they laughed and mingled with their childhood friends.

“Thanks, but I uh think I’m gonna just head home.”

“You sure? I know this dud is gonna be there, but I promise it’ll be fun!,” Scott says, soon receiving an arm smack from his brother that makes it hard to hide your laugh.

“Yea, I’m sure. Maybe we can all meet up later sometime and do something?”

“Of course, and if you change your mind just give us a call or come over.”

Giving you a final hug and happy birthday, you squat down saying your goodbyes to Dodger who had yet to leave your side since you walked through the door. Being the gentleman he was, Chris insisted on walking you to your car even though you tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary since it was still light out and that you’d be fine.

“Thanks again for the gifts. That was really sweet.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry if it’s something you already have, I tried to think of things you guys might like.”

“Anything you get, we’ll appreciate,” he smiles. You could tell there was something more he wanted to say as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. And it was as if you could see with your own eyes the conflict in his brain trying to figure out how to say whatever he was attempting.

“Hey, you okay? You kinda seem in your head a bit.”

“Yea, yea I’m fine. Just uh, thinking about how you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday. Not trying to pressure you or anything, but seriously we don’t mind you staying.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you wave him off dismissively giving him a sure smile. “And if I change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright, and call if you need anything at all okay?”

“Okay,” you giggle, feeling his arms bring you closer again in one of his famous hugs.

———

“Why didn’t you stay?! It would’ve been better than being alone. Plus you’ve said before how fun they are, so I’m sure you would’ve enjoyed yourself,” your mom states, clearly in the kitchen from the pots and silverware clanking in the back.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to be the odd one out I guess. The one person majority of people didn’t know and end up by myself.”

“Well being the stranger shouldn’t stop you from going to a party that you’re invited to by your friend. And if those boys are really your friends, I’m sure they would’ve tried to include you in stuff and made sure you were comfortable.”

“Yea that’s true. I also wondered if it was a pity invite too, you know? Like being invited because it accidentally slipped?,” you admit fiddling with the string on your pajama shorts.

“No I don’t think so. Chris himself told you about it when he could’ve just kept quiet. I think you’re overthinking a bit honey.”

“You’re probably right about that too,” you sigh watching the scene currently playing on the screen in front of you.

“And I know you’re upset about not being able to come home like you planned, but don’t let that stop you from having a good time. Live your life, we’ll all still be here the next time you can come.” Although you had a tear rolling down your face, a soft laugh escapes your mouth surprised by her words hitting the nail on the head. Why you’d think your own mother wouldn’t be able to tell how you were feeling even over the phone miles away, you didn’t know.

Just as you set your mouth for your reply, a knock on your door slightly startles you diverting your attention to the door across the room.

“Hey, I’ll call you back. Someone’s at the door.”

“Okay, well be safe and remember what I said! Love you.”

“I will, and love you too.” Hanging up, you peek out the peephole to see Chris switching from one leg to the other as he looks down at his phone waiting for your answer.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

Dark jeans and white sneakers below his forest green crewneck sweatshirt, a build a bear box comes into view from behind his back to rest on your kitchen counter.

“I too came to give you a present,” he smiles hands showcasing the box.

“T-Thank you. You didn’t need to go out and get me something, especially with everyone being out for New Years.”

“What makes you think I just bought this?,” he smirks.

“Because if you had it earlier, then you would’ve handed it over when I came by.”

“What if I held onto it so I could deliver it myself?”

Eyeing him suspiciously, a grin breaks your expression as your hands begin to roam the box beginning to open it. “Then I’d ask what about your party? The host really isn’t supposed to leave.”

“Well that’s why it’s good to have your brother as your other host so he can watch over everything. And the host can leave if it’s for an important reason.”

“Fair point, but still-,”

“Y/N, open your present please?,” he grins as you hold up your hands in surrender before finally pulling the stuffed brown teddy bear with jeans and a pullover hoodie from the box making you gasp as a soft “aww” leaves your lips. You read the card attached that says “a new friend to be independent together with” instantly causing a rush of memories and you to smile.

It was an inside joke between the two of you ever since your first week of meeting each other. You were his makeup artist while on set of his last project, and noticing that you seemed bored sitting outside the makeup trailer one day, invited you to get lunch with him.

Conversation came surprisingly easy as you walked side by side to a nearby cafe. Not that you expected him to be the snobby, stuck up type to look at everyone on set who wasn’t a fellow actor as less than and undeserving of his time. You’d heard before how nice he was ultimately being loved by those who had the chance to interact with him. As a fellow introvert though, you could tell from your first couple of talks how it took a while for him to warm up to someone.

And from your experience, typically with two introverts together, there could be a bit more silence than talking.

You can’t remember exactly what the both of you laughed about standing near the front of the line, but that was cut short when the older lady behind you complimented on how cute of a couple you were.

“Oh no, we’re not together,” he corrected with a light chuckle, before quickly feeling guilty that you might take offense. “I mean not that I’m not attracted or anything because you are pretty. Beautiful in fact. A-And not that I’ve thought about it or that’s why I invited you because I promise it didn’t cross my mind! Not that it would be a bad thought either! I just..um..”

At this point both you, the lady behind you, the waiting barista, and everyone within earshot of his rambling were watching making up from his neck to his ears tint red.

“...we’re just coworkers getting lunch,” you smile trying to ease any further embarrassment. Or confusion at this point.

“Yea together, but independently. Independently together,” he adds as she nods, a light laugh leaving her lips.

“Words weren’t really your strong suit today huh?,” you giggle making it back to the lot as he shakes his head silently laughing at himself.

“I-I was trying to correct her without potentially offending you.”

“Thank you for thinking about my feelings, but I was fine, you didn’t have to worry. Now if you were like utterly disgusted and started gagging or something-,”

“Noo, no I’d never do that. And if I did, I’d definitely understand if you punched me in the face repeatedly. Honestly probably encourage it.”

Both of your laughters dying down, it’s the first moment of silence you’ve experienced with him today. It’s doesn’t feel awkward at all though, and you may just be strolling along with the summer sun on your skin, but you don’t want to leave.

Little did you know he didn’t want to either.

“Um well I guess I’ll see you later then,” you shyly smile reaching the steps of the makeup trailer with Chris’ hand resting on the railing.

“See you later Y/N.”

“Oh, and be sure to get your words together when you’re in front of the camera. That’s kinda important.”

“I’ll try my best,” he deeply chuckles with hand over his chest. “If you don’t see me tomorrow though you know what happened.”

“Oh man, then who’d I get lunch independently together with?”

“You’re not gonna let me live that down are you?”

“Maybe. Eventually.”

His lips slightly part for his next remark, but the director calling his name steals his attention, yelling about changes to the script. Turning back to you, you both said a quick goodbye before he jogs off.

Not before thanking you for walking ‘independently together’ with him and flashing you his gorgeous smile.

“I know it’s kinda kiddish, but-,”

“No it’s perfect Chris. Thank you.” Arms wrapped around his middle, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as his arms seem to naturally fit around your body. You can’t help but to feel those flips and tingles from earlier, this time though opting to bask a bit in the feeling versus ridding it away.

“You’re welcome.”

Soon you’re both startled from the sound of poppers and party horns coming through your walls from the surrounding apartments as voices shouted “Happy New Year!,” and cheered.

“I didn’t realize it was already midnight. You should uh probably head back to your party,” you speak pulling away to set down your new, smaller friend.

“Yea you’re right,” he states following behind as you unlock your front door seeing the hall littered with confetti and glitter. Nearly stepping over the threshold, he pauses before turning back around to meet your eyes, which were now scanning outside wondering why he stopped.

“What is it?”

“N-Nothing, I just...uh, t-there’s actually another reason why I came by.”

“Um...okay. What’s up?”

Inching closer and closer until you could smell the mint from his gum, his larger hand finds your cheek and thumb grazes along the bone briefly looking down at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“I’m guessing this is the other reason?,” you whisper, nervously tucking part of your bottom lip between your teeth.

“It is. If there’s someone, or you say no that’s fine though. I-I jus-,”

Your lips on his muffle his next couple words as his other hand gently grabs your side pulling you as close as you both could be. His soft lips paired with their equally forceful yet careful movement leave your head dizzy, in the best way, and hands clasping onto his sweatshirt to steady your now wobbly legs. Separating to catch your breath, your swollen lips stay hovering anticipating a repeat.

“There’s no one, and I think I just gave you a definite yes.”

“Looks like no more independent together then,” you both chuckle before your lips resume their previous actions.

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PuppetBoy

Okay Kankuro simps, got some more juice for ya! Seriously this was so fun to write. It is a college AU about Kankuro and a reader. I am pretty proud of it. I would love to write some things for you so PLEASE request. Seriously. I’ll even try smut (I’ve never written it before so we’ll see how it goes). Drop them in the ask box and if you like what you read you should totally tell me because i am a self conscious bean.

What the hell is that noise? You think to yourself as you look around. It sounded terrible. Whatever car was making that noise was definitely on it’s last leg. You nod your head realizing it was the same guy you see everyday parked across from the education building at your college. You could hear loud metal playing from the speakers and the windows shaking as he pulled into the lot. He jumped out,slammed the door and gave the tire a swift kick. Wow he’s kinda cute. He stood almost 6 ft. tall and had on a black hoodie that hung lightly over his brown hair. His black jeans had rips in the knees and you could see he was wearing scuffed black DocMartens. You continued to follow him with your eyes as he passed you walking toward the theatre building. He had an eyebrow ring and gauges. Oh shit, I think he caught me staring. He looked at you, scoffed and kept walking toward the theatre building. Is he a theatre major? You wondered to yourself. Maybe he just has to take a fine art credit. Letting your thoughts wander you pulled the straps on your bookbag tighter and walked to your class in the education building. 

The class seemed to drag on forever, and you knew after that you had to go to your nannying job which would take up most of the evening. You wished that you didn’t have to have a job, but unfortunately scholarships didn’t cover all of your tuition. You grabbed your keys from your pocket and headed toward the parking lot. Climbing into your car you started the engine and began making your way to your job. You loved kids, so nannying was a great gig for you. When you arrived at the home of a doctor in your area you were greeted by a small boy with a large grin. “Ms. Y/N, can we go to the children’s theater today? Mom said we could go if it was okay with you, she even left my booster seat so you can drive!” You giggled and shrunk down to his height. “Well if your mom says it's okay, it's fine by me. Let’s grab your jacket and booster seat and we will leave.” The small child ran into the house. His mother approached you. “Thank you so much for watching Trevor,I know he is a handful but i'm rather fond of him.” You gave her a huge smile and told her that it was no problem and explained that you were going to take him to the children's theatre. She said her goodbyes and you walked into the house to retrieve the boys booster seat so that you all could make the 4:00 production of the Three Little Pigs. 

The little boy sitting in front of you on the floor giggled wildly as a wolf puppet “ran” off stage. You smiled down at him. The curtains closed and the crowd gave them a round of applause. The stage hands and puppeteers began to disassemble the set so that they could get ready for the next show when you saw a familiar face. It's car boy. You smiled in his direction, and didn’t realize you may have looked at him a little too long. “Hey, take a picture, it will last longer.” The mysterious boy gave you an annoyed look and a blush began to creep up your face. He was wearing a tight black tshirt that showed off his muscular arms and his tattoo of a sandtimer on his forearm. “Come on Trevor, lets head home,” you said steering the young boy out of the theatre.

“Oh my god what did you say back?” your friend was screeching on the other side of the phone. “Well, see, I just kinda left.” you explained not wanting to relive the embarrassing moment. “Y/N, you have got to do something tomorrow. You’re going to see him in the parking lot and you don’t want it to be weird.” You were twirling your hair around your finger staring at your phone. “Y/N are you still there?” You snapped back to reality, “yeah, I think I will buy him a cup of coffee. I’m sure he never sleeps like the rest of us. He is a college student.” You both finished your conversation and you got ready for bed. You set your alarm early so that you could go to a coffee shop and grab him a coffee to make up for the awkward run-ins you had the last few days. 

“God its early” you whined to yourself but got ready anyway. You had to make a better impression on puppet boy. You gathered your things and headed out the door and made your way to a local coffee shop. You grabbed your latte and then decided it was best to just give him black coffee. You drove to your college thinking about the handsome stranger all the way there. His brown hair was shaggy and fell right into his eyes, which you melted at the thought of his hair being pushed out of his face. Your mind started to drift to what your next move would be as you pulled into the parking lot. Okay, it's 7:45 he should be here any minute. Shit what should I do? In a moment of extreme confidence you grabbed a pen out of your backpack and messily scribbled your phone number on the side of the paper cup. God I hope this works. You took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. You could hear him coming for at least a mile. Alright Y/N you cannot chicken out now. He rolled in and slammed his car door as he had every morning for the earlier part of the semester. It's now or never, you've got this shit. You beelined toward his car. He realized you were approaching and looked at you with a strange face. You immediately got nervous. You just sat the coffee cup on the hood of his car, turned on your heel, and quickly walked to the education building. “HEY! HEY COME BACK!” You heard him calling after you as you continued on your way to class cursing yourself the entire time.

Buzz

You grabbed your phone from your pocket. An unknown number had sent you a text. “How do I know you didn’t drug this coffee so you can turn my corpse into a puppet?” you laughed at the text and a blush spread over your cheeks. “Now why would I do that?” you replied. You typed “Also that is oddly specific” “What can I say, I like puppets?” The conversation continued for the next few days. You saw him a few times on campus but you never spoke in person. He would send you funny memes and videos at all hours of the night. Apparently puppetboy is a night owl. “Um btw, we’ve been talking for days and I still don’t know your name. What should I call you.” “My name is Kankuro.” “Well Kankuro, my name is Y/N. Its nice to put a name with a face.”

Shit I’m never gonna finish this run. You thought to yourself as you continued to run on the treadmill. You had your headphones in and music blaring. You loved to run and hadn’t been to the gym in a few days due to all of your nannying obligations. Okay, only a half mile more to go, you thought to yourself as you pushed your body to keep running. Out of nowhere you felt a large calloused hand on your shoulder. You snapped your head “Hey listen creep I-” before you knew it you were falling only to be caught by Kankuro. “Y/N you falling for me already?” Kankuro flirted giving you a tight smirk. You were shocked, not only by the fall, but by the arms around you. They were strong and helped steady you with ease. He was wearing a dark grey tank top which showed his muscles and tattoo off wonderfully. His legs were muscular too and looked amazing in the black shorts he was wearing. In his other hand he had a pair of boxing gloves. You began to blush and he realized you were staring at him, imagining what he looked like under that tank top. Your hand crept up to your neck where you fiddled with your necklace. He gave you a small chuckle. “I’ve got to go spar with my buddy, but if you want to you can meet me out front in an hour.” You smiled and shook your head and he turned and walked away. The shorts hugged his bottom perfectly and the tank top showed his shoulder muscles. You could see another tattoo on his back. Was it puppet strings? You pursed your lips and began to blush. I would love to see those strings up close. 

The hour wait seemed like the longest hour of your life. You waited out in front of the gym as he came bounding out the door. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. He walked over to his car and opened the door. It made a horrendous screech as it opened and you stifled a laugh. “Whats so funny princess? Just for that we gotta walk to get food.” You blushed. Did he just call me princess? Why was that so hot? “Come on, I’m starving,” he said and began walking down the sidewalk. You walked hurriedly to match his long strides. Damn my short legs. “So Kankuro, where are we going?” he gave you a crooked grin. “Its a surprise.” You giggled and retorted “well how do I know you’re not trying to get me alone and turn my corpse into a puppet?” He gave you a devilish grin, “Well sweetheart lets find out.” Another pet name. Your face turned bright red and you stared at the sidewalk. You approach a deli that you frequent with your friends. “I love this place,” you exclaimed. “Well don’t be weird and actually order some food. I like a girl with an appetite.” You laughed and smiled. You ordered your usual and he ordered grabbing your food and heading outside to a table. You both began eating and chatting casually about your lives. You found out he loves horror movies, especially ones that feature creepy dolls or puppets. You also learned that he has a lot of horror memorabilia in his apartment and that he rarely sleeps. He boxes to keep himself busy when hes not working as a children’s puppeteer. He is studying theatre with concentrations in stage management and special effects makeup. “Kankuro, thats really fucking cool,” you said and began to tell him about yourself. You were studying to be a teacher and nannying as a job to make money for college. You lived in an apartment around the corner from the deli with a friend. “So Kankuro I noticed the sand timer on your arm, do you have any other tattoos?” He gave you another devilish grin.”Yeah I have a back piece that is marionette strings. I’ve loved puppets since I was little so I thought it would be cool. Do you have any tattoos?” You blushed. You stood and pulled up your athletic top to show a tattoo of your family's crest on your hip. You had to pull your shorts down ever so slightly revealing your black lacy underwear. He looked at the tattoo and then back to your face. “Thats a nice one,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. The conversation continued and you all talked more about your semester and your family. You laughed and told him about how you liked to run and also about how you thought it was cool he was a boxer. “Maybe one day we can spar angel,” he flashed a smile in your direction and you smiled back at the thought. You both got up from the table and threw your trash away. It was dark and cool. You pulled your jacked tighter around your shoulders. “I guess I am going to walk home and let you get back to the gym.” Kankuro shook his head “absolutely not doll, its dark and I’m walking you home.” You blushed. Another pet name, this boy is gonna be the death of me. 

You began walking toward your apartment and your hands brushed several times by accident. “Damn Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand that bad all you had to do was ask. I aim to please.” You blushed and then punched Kankuro. “Still want to spar?” you said cheekily. You both walked in silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if you had known him your whole life. The comfort of him walking beside you felt so nice. “Well this is my apartment.” You sighed and reached for the door. 

BAM

The door slammed shut and you noticed a strong arm beside your face. Kankuro looked down at your lips and smirked. You began to blush. The tension was so thick. I swear im going to pass out. Your heart began racing as he leaned into you. Your back was pressed against the glass of the door with a strong arm beside your head. His other hand made its way to your tattooed hip, he drew circles over your ink with his calloused thumb. His hands were so large that you could feel his fingertips on your back. The heat rose to your cheeks. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He pulled back, his hand still burning a hole into your hip bone. You opened your eyes to see a smirked Kankuro. You were in shock when he reached his other hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your thoughts raced, you wanted nothing more to bring him up to your apartment and let him give you that devilish grin some more. 

“Guess I’m not a killer princess. Text me.” He chuckled, turned on his heel and walked back toward the gym. You watched him until he walked out of sight. You were ready to see him again and maybe see more of that back tattoo.

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 43 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters here on AQ or here if you’d rather read on AO3. xoxo!

And thank you again to our wonderful betas: @saiphl, @sillylittlecandycane

Chapter Summary: It’s finally the night of senior prom!! It starts out great...but will it end in disaster? (Spoiler alert: yes)

Chapter 43: I Just Wanna Dance

There were a million things Courtney loved about being in the The Scarlet Pimpernel--finally getting a chance to play a lead role in a musical, the songs themselves, the beautiful costumes they’d borrowed from a nearby university’s theatre company, the warm encouragement from Mrs. Maguire, watching her friends and castmates shine, when her dad surprised her by showing up for one of the weekend shows with a bouquet of pink roses…

But her favorite thing of all was being onstage with Adore. It was the first time they’d had multiple scenes together since playing Annie and Miss Hannigan in 5th grade, and for Courtney, it made the experience a million times better.

Closing night was bittersweet. In some ways, Courtney wished that it would never end. But she was excited for prom and graduation, their Mexico road trip and their first apartment. So even though it was a little bit sad, she didn’t cling to it. Instead, she focused on the excitement she felt about everything to come, and really tried to live in the moment, committing every single second to memory.

In the garden scene with Adore, she noticed the little wisps of hair around her face that were lit up by the bright stage lights, the way her hazel eyes gleamed, and when she leaned toward her, it was the closest they’d ever come to actually kissing in this scene. All Courtney wanted was to surrender, to just close her eyes, let their lips touch, but she fought it, finally pushing Adore away like she was supposed to at the last possible second, heart pounding, feeling a bit light-headed while she watched her sing. Really listening to the lyrics for what felt like the first time.

“Marguerite, don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star, like two jewels in the sky, sharing fire. Where's the girl, so alive and still aching for more? We had dreams that were worth dying for. We were caught in the eye of a storm! Come again!”

Adore grabbed her hands, spinning her in a circle, and a lump formed in Courtney’s throat.

“Let the girl in your heart tumble free. Bring your renegade heart home to me. In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you, I'll rouse you . . .”

As they slowly stopped turning in a circle, Courtney swallowed hard, the dizziness getting to her, stomach in knots, and it was if Adore could sense it. She pulled her in by the waist, singing the last verse softly, directly to her. And something happened for the first time that Courtney couldn’t explain--a single tear began to slip down her cheek.

“Where's the girl? Is she gazing at me with surprise? Do I still see that blaze in her eyes? Am I dreaming or is she beside me . . . now . . .?”

The music slowly faded out, and Courtney knew that Adore was waiting for her next line, her eyes soft and expectant. She knew that she had to get it out; this was the script, and she couldn’t change it no matter how much she wanted to. So she mustered up all of her strength, squaring her shoulders and speaking, firmly and hoarsely.

“No. Get out.”

Adore’s eyes went cold as she turned and left the stage, and for a second Courtney really did think that she was going to fall, to faint or throw up or something else entirely unexpected. She knew she only had about three seconds before Willam and Gia entered, so she quickly swiped the tear from her cheek and took a deep breath, pushing down the terrible feeling that something had broken inside of her, something she wouldn’t ever be able to fix.

-

“Hey…”

Courtney whirled around as Adore touched her shoulder, a startled look on her face that softened when she saw Adore.

“Oh, hi.”

“Are you alright?” Adore asked. She’d noticed the tears while they were onstage, and had a feeling that it was more than just acting.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s...I guess just that this is the last time we’re gonna be doing the show. Kinda silly.” She wiped her eyes, looking a bit embarrassed.

Adore smiled softly, pulling her in for a hug. “Nah, I know how you feel.”

Courtney squeezed her back tightly. “Thanks, Dory. I love you.”

“Me too, babe.”

-

“You girls are just so gorgeous and grown-up,” Bonnie said, sniffling a little as she snapped photo after photo.

It was finally the night of their senior prom, and as a treat, Bonnie and Karen had gotten together and treated the girls to a little spa day: mani pedis - the fancy kind with paraffin wax and massages and rhinestone embellishments, lunch at their favorite café, and professional hair styling. Courtney had gone for a glamorous updo studded with tiny red roses, Adore for a half-up style with criss-crossing fishtail braids, and Tati for smooth finger-waves that made her look like an old-time movie star. Afterwards, they’d all headed back to Adore’s house to do their makeup and get dressed.

To Adore’s relief, Courtney hadn’t brought up her weird objections to Tati being her date, and she was friendly as can be to Tati just like usual, gossiping about their classmates, giggling, having a grand old time.

Adore was very pleased with the outfit she’d ended up with: an amazing thrift store find, a short, square-necked black lace dress, very bruja, and she’d paired it with studded black boots, fishnets, and the leather choker that Courtney’d gotten her for her birthday last year. Tati looked amazing as always, her skin-tight hot pink minidress really pushing the dress code limits, but the color so fun that she’d probably be fine.

And then there was Courtney. Adore was surprised when she’d chosen it, the sleek white two-piece so unlike her: no sparkly embellishments or flouncy girliness--just a simple, spaghetti-strapped, open-backed top and long slitted skirt that made her early summer tan glow. When she first put it on, Adore had to look away for a moment, so as not to get choked up about how beautiful she was. Then of course, she completed the look with sparkly silver star accessories, red stones in her necklace matching the roses in her hair. Before they’d headed downstairs for photos, Adore gestured to her charm bracelet, the rose-gold obviously not fitting the color theme of her ensemble.

“That doesn’t really match,” she noted, and Courtney bit her lip, meeting Adore’s eyes with a look that made her insides twist.

“I don’t care.”

Now, in Courtney’s backyard, they posed for the dozens of pictures that Karen and Bonnie insisted on. First all the girls separately, then together, then Adore and Tati, who were still posing when Roy finally rounded the corner in his white tux. The second Adore caught sight of his red pocket square she burst out laughing, unable to help herself.

“Thanks, Delano, exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” he said.

“No, it’s cause your pocket square is...Courtney, I fucking knew that you’d do that shit again!” Adore laughed, and Courtney just shrugged, accepting first a kiss on the cheek and then the wrist corsage with the requested red roses.

“I never denied it!” Courtney said. She reached out and adjusted Roy’s lapels, grinning. “I think he looks perfect.”

“Thank you, babe, and you’re beautiful,” Roy said, before ruining the moment by turning and blowing a raspberry in Adore’s direction.

“That’s mature.”

“Adore, please pull it together for two more shots!” Bonnie interrupted, and Adore put her arm back around Tati’s waist.

Courtney and Roy were next, followed by group shots, and then Karen insisted on a couple with Courtney and Adore.

Adore swallowed, letting Courtney take her hand and lean a head on her shoulder, feeling slightly awkward.

“It’s kind of funny, don’t you think?” Courtney asked, between shots.

“What?”

Courtney gestured to their outfits. “Black and white.”

“Oh yeah. Very fitting, huh?” Adore said.

Courtney gazed up at her, a starry-eyed smile on her face, and Adore could feel herself melting right back to the place she’d insisted she’d never go again as the camera flashed.

“Mom! I wasn’t ready!”

“It was cute!” Karen defended herself.

“Do you think we should call Pearl and ask when-”

“Limo has arrived, bitcheeeeeees!” screeched a voice, and everyone turned to see Willam at the gate, along with Trinity, Pearl, Fame and Violet, who all came bounding in, dressed to the nines.

Courtney squealed happily, clapping her hands. After about ten or twenty more pictures of the whole group, Bonnie and Karen finally dismissed them, letting them pile into the limo, laughing and screaming happily, music blasting.

Adore was the last one to go, turning to give her mother one last little wave, pretending not to notice the tears shining in her eyes as she called, “Bye Ma! Don’t wait up!”

-

The hotel ballroom where their prom was held was the fanciest place Adore had ever been. After looking up at the huge crystal chandelier over the dance floor, Adore turned to Tati with a look of confusion and asked, “Oh my god...is our school bougie?”

Tati laughed, pulling her onto the dance floor with the rest of their group. The DJ was surprisingly good, and they twirled and laughed, dancing for hours before Tati finally admitted that her feet were killing her and she needed a break.

“Ugh, same,” said Pearl.

“This is why you wusses should have worn more comfortable shoes,” Adore proclaimed, modeling her combat boots as they trooped over to grab some punch and sit down.

“Not everyone can pull that off, dear,” Tati told her.

“Or you can just do what Trinity did,” Pearl said, gesturing to her prom date, platform sandals kicked off to the side of the dance floor, her bright yellow dress hiked up with her hands as she, Courtney and Willam shook it to Shakira’s ���Hips Don’t Lie,’ Roy awkwardly joining in with decidedly less enthusiasm than the others.

“Still think my solution’s better,” said Adore, settling down at the table with a glass of sugary punch.

They relaxed for a few minutes, chatting and giggling, before they were joined by first Violet, then Fame, then Bob, who came bounding over with April to hype up the afterparty.

“You guys are going, right? It’s gonna be amazing!” he exclaimed, and Violet shook her head in disbelief.

“You really think a school-sanctioned afterparty will be that much fun?” she asked.

“I’m telling you! Everyone says it’s the best part of the night.”

“Really? I would think the best part of the night is how sexy your girlfriend looks,” said Pearl, sending a wink in April’s direction, making her giggle and preen.

“Okay, yes, she does, but also...after the afterparty, there’s a pancake breakfast. So, come on...”

“Robert! Hello young man! Lookin’ slick!” Roy called, walking over to give Bob a hug and slap on the back. He looked a bit sweaty and disheveled, and it made Adore chuckle.

“Courtney’s giving you a real workout, huh?” she teased.

“That girl wouldn’t leave a dance floor if you paid her,” Roy answered with a sigh, dragging a chair over from a nearby table to sit heavily. “Luckily, Willam and Trinity have much higher endurance than me, so-”

“Guess again!” Trinity exclaimed, as she flopped into Pearl’s lap. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Aww, you guys all abandoned the blue-eyed devils,” Bob said, gesturing to Courtney and Willam on the dance floor, making April crack up.

“They’re fine,” Roy said, leaning back in the chair, eyes closing.

Adore looked over at the dance floor, watching them while everyone chatted. When the song ended, to her surprise, Courtney made her way over to the group too.

“Whoa, maybe she’s actually tired! Did someone slip you some Benadryl, Court?”

Turned out, she was only there to ask Adore to come back onto the dance floor.

“Will you come dance with me?” she cajoled, reaching out her hand, a soft and hopeful look in her eyes.

“Uh…” Adore knew this was a bad idea. As much as she tried not to, told herself not to, she’d already spent too much of the evening with one eye on Courtney with Roy, fixated on the way they laughed and flirted and touched each other--it was like regressing two years, and she just wasn’t in the right headspace to confront her feelings.

“Please?” Courtney touched Adore’s lace-covered wrist, adding with a twinkle, “I’ll be your best friend...”

Adore had to chuckle at that, standing up with a resigned sigh. “Good one, bitch.”

Courtney beamed at her, leading her to the dance floor. Of course, it was some slow, schmaltzy pop ballad. And of course, Courtney’s arms immediately went around her neck, pulling her close. Head resting on her shoulder.

Adore didn’t know where to put her hands. Courtney’s skimpy top left so much of her back exposed, she could feel herself panicking before finally letting them settle on her hips. Even then, it was impossible to avoid her waist, her thumbs grazing the soft bare skin a few times before she tried tucking them into her palms.

“I love you, Dory,” Courtney murmured, and Adore gulped.

“Love you too.”

Adore tried to get her heart to settle, tried to stop the churning in her stomach, the song dragging on for what felt like an eternity while she sweated and held back her tears. When it finally ended, she broke away immediately, mumbling about how she needed a cigarette, and bolted from the dance floor.

-

Courtney watched Adore go, misty-eyed, wondering why she always ran away just when it felt like they were getting closer, and couldn’t help the dejected feeling inside, stomach twisting with regret.

“Punch?”

Courtney turned around to see Roy, holding out a cup of red punch for her. Of course he was. He was always there: dependent, steadfast, the one person in her life that she could always count on. The guilt Courtney felt would be crushing if she didn’t love him so much.

She slid her arms around his waist, pulling him close, asking, “How did I end up with the best boyfriend in the world?”

Roy sighed, setting the cup on a nearby table and wrapping her into a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Just lucky, I guess.” After a few moments, he ventured softly, “Do you wanna dance some more?”

“Yes,” Courtney said, arms tightening around him even more. “Yes, I really fucking do.”

-

“There you are…” Tati said, when she finally found Adore in the hotel courtyard, sitting against a stucco wall, smoking a cigarette. “You alright?”

She settled in beside her, maneuvering the best she could so as not to let her dress ride up around her hips. This didn’t feel like a conversation where it would be productive to have her underwear showing.

“Just fucking peachy.” Adore took a long drag.

“Yeah. Listen, I-”

“I really don’t want any advice right now,” Adore said, and Tati immediately closed her mouth.

“Ooookay,” she breathed, realizing that now wasn’t the right time to say what she had to say.

“Sorry. It’s just, my head is all-”

“Nah, I get it.” Tati patted her fishnet-covered thigh.

“Thanks.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, Adore’s head leaning back on the wall, Tati watching the smoke curling up into the midnight sky.

“Can I ask you a question, though?”

“I guess.” Adore’s voice was tired and hoarse, so Tati tried to phrase it as gently and tactfully as possible.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen? If you, like, told her?”

Adore took a long drag of her cigarette, pondering the answer before saying, “I could die. I could literally die.”

“Alright.” Tati said, stretching her legs out in front of her. She wasn’t inclined to push it, adding a simple, “Just seems like something to think about.”

After a few more moments of tense silence, Adore sniffled, and Tati realized that she was crying.

“I should get out of here,” she said, stabbing the cigarette out on the pavement, using her lacy sleeve to wipe her eyes.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No. It’s prom. Stay and have fun,” Adore said, and Tati was overcome with sympathy, wished there was something she could do to make her feel better--or at least, enough better to have a carefree and fun night like they all deserved. It had started out so well, and Tati still wasn’t sure where it’d gone wrong.

“Adore, come on, you can-”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Tati said, staying on the ground while Adore got up, resigned to just let her have her feelings, realizing that there really was nothing she could do in that moment.

-

“Yeah, I know! There’s just something off about his face!” Violet laughed, following Trinity out of the bathroom, still talking about an idiot jock who’d tried to feel her up on the dance floor.

“I think it would be an okay face if he wasn't such a jerk,” Trinity said.

“Okay face is probably the best he can hope for,” Violet agreed. “But don’t you think he-”

Violet stopped short, abdomen twisting when she spotted Fame, in the same location they’d left her outside the restrooms, looking beautiful as ever in her full, floor-length gown covered in a large-scale blue flower print. Only she wasn’t alone. There was a blonde girl chatting with her...a blonde girl in a short, sparkly pink dress who was acting awfully familiar, a hand on Fame’s bare upper arm, flashing a bright white smile.

“Who the hell are you?” Violet asked, and the girl turned to her, blinking her brown eyes slowly.

“Excuse me?”

“I said-” Violet began, but Fame jumped in.

“You know what? We should talk later,” she told the girl, mouthing ‘sorry’ in an annoyingly obvious way, clearly not caring that Violet could see her. Or maybe doing it specifically for Violet’s benefit. Violet’s nails dug into her palms at the thought.

“Alright. Later then. Can’t wait to hang out again,” the girl said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Fame’s cheek before sauntering away with a victorious smirk.

“Who the fuck was that?” Violet asked, and Fame turned to her with crossed arms and a crosser expression.

“Hey, I think I hear...something...uh…” Trinity stammered out, backing away so as not to get caught up in the drama, calling out to an imaginary person, “What? Oh, you need-okay, coming!”

She turned and ran back towards the ballroom, leaving Fame and Violet alone.

“Well?” Violet asked, her tone still hostile, but how else was she supposed to be right now?

Fame let out a long sigh, asking, “Why are you so difficult?” She began to walk away, but Violet reached for her, fingers closing around her wrist and tugging her back.

“Fame. Who was that?”

“She’s just a girl I know from working at the bakery,” Fame said, eyes closing as if the conversation was too exhausting for words. “She graduated last year, but I guess she’s here with a friend, so-”

“No. I mean, why were you flirting with her? I thought tonight was about us.”

“Vi…” Fame finally looked into her eyes, blue eyes a bit sad, shaking her head. “Why do you always have to do this?”

“Do what?” Violet could feel herself growing more and more agitated, more and more uneasy, the ground shifting beneath her.

“Talk about us, like that. You’re my best friend. You know how much I love you. But not...not like that.”

Violet didn’t like where this conversation was going, not one bit. She bit back her anger, her impatience, her jealousy, and made her voice as soft and calm as possible.

“But you agreed to be my date. You came here with me-”

“As friends.”

“I don’t get it!” Violet exploded. “You finally broke up with Patrick, officially, and-”

“This is not about Patrick!” Fame exclaimed, exasperation all over her face. “It never was. I guess it was easy to use him as an excuse, but...I just don’t think of you that way.”

Bitterness swirled in Violet’s chest, and before she could stop herself, she spit out, “But you think of that random slut that way?” She gestured angrly in the direction of the blonde, the girl who it seemed had single-handedly managed to ruin her night. “And what did she mean by ‘again’?”

“I...we kind of...hooked up last year,” Fame admitted. “When Patrick and I were on a break, after-”

“You hooked up with a girl and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck?” Violet said, anger and confusion combining, the whole thing like hands wrapped around her throat, making her eyes water and her chest constrict.

“Well, I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I guess I was wrong, since you’re being so understanding.”

“Fuck you,” Violet spat out, turning and walking away.

“Violet, wait!”

Violet stopped walking, but she didn’t turn. She couldn’t bear to look at Fame’s face right now, not when tears were burning in her eyes, threatening to spill over any second.

“Look, I’m sorry! Okay? I guess I just...I didn’t want to say anything that would risk hurting you. Because I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I do love you-”

At that, Violet whirled back around, those angry tears streaking hotly down her cheeks.

“No you don’t,” she said. “You never have. God, I’m so stupid.”

“Vi-”

“Enjoy your prom,” she choked out, before breaking away and rushing towards the lobby. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew that she couldn’t go back into that ballroom, with those people. Not like this.

-

Adore trudged slowly through the parking lot, wondering where she should even go. This part of town was mostly new--lots of pointless high-end stores, yuppie restaurants, hipster bars.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you going?” demanded a voice, and Adore smiled to herself, turning around to find Violet, face streaked in tears, stomping from the hotel angrily.

Adore chuckled sadly. “You look like I feel.”

“Well you look like shit,” Violet countered.

“Okay, so I guess I look like I feel too.”

“God fucking damn it, why can’t we just have one night where we’re like, normal teenagers?” Violet exclaimed, face turned upwards, and Adore shook her head.

“I dunno.”

“Where were you going, anyway?”

“I honestly don’t know. Just...anywhere but here.”

“Same.” Violet took her hand. “I think there’s a diner a few blocks away that’ll be open. Come on.”

[tomdiddlyumptious]

YES MA’AM- REQUESTS ARENT OPEN AT THE MOMENT I HAVE SOME TO FINISH AND ILL OPEN THEM BACK UP!

Summary: he makes it up 🥸

Warnings: soft smut? Language, acting drunk to leave, a jealous Tom holland, NOT PROOF READ

A/n: SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOOO LONG, I WAS LIKE MENTALLY PANICING AND WASNT IN THE RIGHT HEAD SPACE

T.H| Oop-

“I mean am I sleeping over though? Because I didn’t get these chocolate cakes for no reason, zendaya” you eye your phone. “Yes we will have a marathon of Harry Potter” you let out a little ‘yes’ “stop cheering y/n, and Toms gonna be there” “as in...” “yes. Tom holland, impossible tom holland” “REEEEE” you and zendaya have been best friends for what felt like foreverrr, like dramatically long, you played as one of her love interests.

But you’ve had a crush on Tom holland for longer, you had him on your wall, just kidding. But everyone in your family, mostly your mom said “oh you like snow flakes?” “Interracialllllll” “alright give me my privileged babies soon” “damn I kinda took you for the Asian type” “yeah I thought you liked BTS” “UK accents is hella annoyin, find someone else” “would you stop hoggin the TV? I’m tryna watch American Top Model!” “Nah let’s watch basesketball-“ anyways, ya you have annoying, irritating family, oh well.

“You think he likes dark skinned type?” “He likes girls with aggressive tans I know that much” “that isn’t helpful” “hey I’m just being honest” she shrugged looking at you through the phone as she picked up her makeup brush. “So what are gonna do for your birthday?” “I-uhhhh probably clubbing?” “As in golf?” “No, party y/n” she glared at you as you chuckled.

“Please ask hunter when we are getting married” “y/n, I know you have an insane crush on her to but it’s just never gonna happen, she’s mine” you stuck out your tongue at her as she did the same chanting “she’s mine, she’s mine” “whatever I need to get ready” “bye papas” “bye mamas” you hung up, instantly going to your closet and pulling out the dresses you have, only to put them back and grab a two piece, it’s neon yellow, the pants are high waisted, no belt, the top stopping right below your boob, the straps at the end of your collar bone.

For accessories you put on some black dangle earrings and a black purse, a gold but matching watch, but you put on sandals, no high heels because the pants were covering your feet anyways, for your hair you put on your wet and wavy lace front, you added lip gloss to your lips, and they look like glass, in a good way of course, the fox eyeliner with thick parted eyelashes and a neon eyeshadow with it. You brushed your eyebrows up and boom your done.

You stepped back and went to your full body mirror, checking your butt and your boobs, smiling at yourself “you look fine” you sigh, grabbing your bag, phone, and keys.

You phone rung and you answered. “Yes z?” “Are you picking me up?” “Yeah sure babe, I’ll be there soon” “alright bye” she hung up. Luckily for you, you just got your 1966 mustang, vibrant white baby, everyone would wanna touch your car, you named him KAI, stands for kiss ass ight. The License plate saying “white ssn”. (I’m sorry but I really like these old kinds of cars, I fucking had to) you hoped in your car and drove to dayas home, you picked her and her brother up, just listening to old 2000’s and 1900s songs, either rapping or singing your asses off.

You guys were there pretty early but of course you were, it’s her birthday, she didn’t want to dance yet because of her makeup and you felt the same, leaving her brother smacking his lips and eyes glued to his phone.

Now everyone was starting to come, hunter, Jacob, alexia, Barbie, everyone, and most importantly, Thomas Stanley holland. No cap you bout dead as fuck, did I mention you run on Red Bull’s? Just kidding. You remained calm, hugging hunter and talking to her. “Hey” zendaya said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, pulling you to Tom. “Hi Thomas, this is y/n” “the one and only?” He laughed, making you both giggle. “Yeah” she nodded, Tom got up, opening his arms and she pinched you, silently telling you to hug him. And you did, taking a breath you smelled him, he smelled really good, sexy and musky, like something you’d want to smell all day.

“You smell nice” Tom whispered. “Yeah you too” you smiled, pulling back from his hands as he nodded at you and sat back down, you looked and zendaya as she silently cheered, you walked back over to hunter and ordered something to drink. “So you and Tom?” She asked, you only rolled your eyes. “You know I’ve had a crush on him for years now but I don’t think I’ll be making any progress” you thanked the person as they handed you the cheerily temple. “Whattt? This is your chance to get drunk and confess your feelings, like wake up in the morning with him” you smacked your lips at her “girl I don’t know, and I wouldn’t want him to forget what happend” you shrugged. She put her hand on your shoulder making you look at her “take a shot, before zendaya pressures the fuck out of you both” she warns, making you sigh and throw yourself back in the seat.

“I know and that’s the problem, I don’t think-“ “you’ve had a crush in him for years y/n, you can make this a reality, you don’t have to dream anymore” zendaya whispered in your ear “I told you” hunter smiled. “Fuck stop smiling at me like that, you’re gonna make me fall in love all over again” you said making them both laugh. “Okay Cupid what’s your plan?” “Don’t worry bout it alright girl?” “Alright”

“Harrison fuck off it’ll happen when it happens” “well it seems like she’s bored, I’ll go entertain her” “don’t you fuckin dare haz, I’ll beat the shit out of you” instead of haz getting up Harry did, he walked over to you and sat down next to you, the lights and music booming as he took out his camera. “Hey” he smiled at you. “Hi, I’m-“ “y/n, yeah I know, I’m Toms brother, Harry” he held out his hand and you took it. “I thought you looked really beautiful- I was just wondering if you wanted to take a few pictures?” “Oh I’m not the picture type” “pleaseee?” He beggged, you giggled and nodded. “Alright” he took a few pictures of you as Tom stared at you.

“He’s tottaly gonna get instead of you” Harrison whispered in his ear, making Thomas slap his arm “shut up div, I’m just gonna wait here and I’ll see what happens” he told haz his game plan, no progress. Zendaya walked over “I know you like y/n, please hit on her, you both would look so good together, you’d bring me smoll Bebes-“ “Jesus zendaya we get it” Tom rolls his eyes as haz lets out distant chuckles.

“This is so awkward, he doesn’t like me and-“ you sighed. “Oh my god, you never give up so easily y/n, what’s wrong you’ve liked him since preteens” hunter asked in all seriousness. “Are you talking about Tom?” Harry asks, both of you looking at him and letting out a way to fast “no” leaving Harry in giggles. “Well I wish I could help you but I don’t know anything” he shrugs, you soon see Tom make his way over to you, standing infront of you. He clears his throat to say something big but only lets out an-

“Hey” you wave back at him, hunter silently cringing, feeling the tension able to cut it with a butter knife. “Your so fücked” Harry laughed, Tom glaring at him but smiling back at you. “Uhm, how’s your day?” “To be honest I’m having a bit of anxiety right know” you both laughed “me too, yeah” he nods his head. “Look you don’t have to really speak to me if you don’t want to” you laughed “I think we both know-“ “zendaya” you both said. Hunter looked at Harry, panicking for you as you remained calm. “Okay- yeah- thanks” he smiled, as you returned, he walked off.

“You fucked up” “well what was I supposed to do Harry? Suck his dick?-“ “it would’ve made some progress” “shut up hunter” “I feel awkward for you” “second hand emarrassment hunter” “well you knew what I meant Harry so we are all good” you looked at them both “I’m fucked” they just both agree with you. “I think I’m gonna go” “then I’m coming!” Hunter said. “How are you gonna leave zendaya?” You only picked up his beer can, winking at him and hunter ‘helped’ you out.

“Woah woah woah where are you two going?” Zendaya asked, the shit in her hand as she looked confused. “She’s drunk” “whattttt no I’m nottt” zendaya looked at you as your eyes were barely opened, taking your finger and pushing it against hunters lips dramatically. “Let me tell yaa E sevret” you whispered at zendaya, you came close to her ear, “I’m so naw dunk” “you drunk, get out of here, Tom will give me a ride” zendaya waved you both off, Harry soon running up “let me get your number at least, yeah?” “Sureeeee” you wink at him, he hands you a pen and you write your number, a nice happy face next to it.

“Let’s get you home, nice show you out on” you took your time, trying to look drunk as possible. “My whole life is madness! I can’t- he doesn’t like me I promise you” you say, pulling out of the parking lot, hunter right next to you. “He does, let’s bet on it” “how much?” “200” “shake on it?” She handed you her hand and you shook it. “SOMETIMES YOU LAUGH SOMETIMES YOU CRY I GUESS YOU KNOW NOWWW, I TOOK THE HALF AND SHE TOOK THE WHOLE THING SLOW DOWNN” you both sung together “BABY” you both both failed the note, laughing together as you rode both of you home.

“She left” zendaya shruged, “what why?” “Shes black out drunk” Tom put his eyebrows together, he was litterally with you like a couple minutes ago, sober as hell. “Yeah... alright” he nodded, Harry took out his phone and sent you a simple hey, which you returned under a minute later.

Everyone had a lot of fun, you and hunter ordering some random stuff off of Amazon and making the cake that you would both send to zendaya the next day, on the other side everyone danced and drank, they were sober enough to go eat at least. “Who are you texting?” Tom asked Harry. “Y/n, she’s showing me the things that she’s ordering or something like that, I wonder why she’s a Harry Potter addict” toms jaw slightly clenched, “can I see?” He asked, Harry looked at him, forgetting that you’re supposed to be ‘drunk’ “Nah mate, she’s drunk texting me though” “bulshit, give me the phone” Harry sighed as he gave tom the phone, scrolling through the text messages the messages were alive, not dead at all, no lols, laughing emojis, more ‘lmao’ ‘AKDIHDIHFRJRFN-‘ ‘I- what? Okay-‘ he couldn’t help but be jealous, he handed Harry back the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking at Tom confused. “You know I like her” “it didn’t seem like it back there” Harry smirked. “Do you like her?” Tom asked, Harry only shook his head “all for you, just making conversation and trying to pull her closer” “whattt Harry got the digits and you didn’t?” Haz whispered, “fuck off”

“But this is like, really ugly” “that’s why it’s called an ugly Christmas sweater, y/n” you layer on her arm, looking at Kohl’s, “green for sure, red is just plain” “how about we get like onzies of animals or the incredibles” hunter looked at you “perfect, yeah” you nod ferociously.

You checked your phone and saw some messages, from you dad and you mom but also Harry, you were quick to answer them all, and as the night got old you had finished the cake.

“I don’t know mate do some research on her, watch her interviews” haz suggests as they were all home, Tom mentally panicking because Harry’s eyes was glued to his phone, he whipped out his computer and searched your name, ‘Y/N has a CRUSH on who?’ He bit his lip and clicked it

“Sooo, we know your the romantic type- so who were you in love with?” The interviewer said, you smiled and shook your head. “I’ve always had a crush on Evan peters, algee smith from let it shine, Keith powers, and of course Tom holland, I don’t know but just in all his movies he was the cutest thing” you giggled, putting a leg over the other. “That’s a lot of people” “hey, I only crush on one now, and yes it’s Tom holland” the girl raised her eyebrows at the camera “you make sure you hit her up” “please do” you wink at the camera, “now, you feel sexy most when?” “Probably when I take a shower and put on my silk robe” you shrugged.

“Silk? Sexy” Tom smiled to himself, imagining you in it, maybe a towel over your freshly washed hair, lingerie under, maybe a mustard yellow to match your skin, his eyes widened in shock as he felt uncomfterble in his pants, he looked down at his pants “fuck, not now!”

“Are you really crying?” Hunter asked. “No I’m having an emotional roller coaster” “so your feeling different emotions, your so bipolar” hunter laughs, “your not helping you know” she only shrugged at you, then the door was knocked on “I’ll go get it” “alright” you acted sleep, thinking that it was probably zendaya and... you were right. “Hey is she sleep?” She asked, hugging hunter. “yeah, but come in- she’s on the couch” hunter smiled, hearing zendayas foot steps and she giggled “she’s sober by now” she bent down, wiggling your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hiiiii” she waved at you, you only waved back, then she laid down next to you, her glasses on and in her sweatpants and a black t-shirt. “So you and Tom didn’t work huh?” She whispered and you only shook your head no, a tear fell down your cheek as she coed at you, wiping it away. “He’s stupid, he will come around one day yeah?” You nodded at her, “did you make the cake?” She asked and you nodded again. “Let me show you, come here” hunter said, she looked at you, you looked pretty lifeless at the moment honestly. Hunter and zendaya left and you checked your phone.

Ding

Your eyebrows furrowed at the anonymous message. You opened it and it said-

Hey it’s Tom, I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch yeah?

You texted him back-

As In... Tom holland orrrr...

Tom smiled at his phone

Yes y/n, Tom holland here, take it while you can

Cocky asshat

He laughed at your reply sending winking emojis,

Yeah lunch, I’ll see what I can do

Cya love

Bye luv

As time passed Tom looked at your work, your charity events, your women’s rights, your debates, your everything. He grew more interest then he already did, already wishing to work with you. “Hamburgers? What if she’s vegan, fuck” he only searched up what food you like, “burrito truck?” He could tell you weren’t like the other people with loaded of money, you were more of the cheap rich, not a bad thing but a very good one. “Sparkling water? That doesn’t really go with burritos, she doesn’t like cheese by it’s self or where you can taste it over anything, she sticks to the basics, god I need a pen and paper for this” “I got it, lover boy” Harry says, throwing it at him.

“Hey your the one who’s trying to take her away from me” “no that’s not true, I was trying to help you actually, her favorite color is (y/f/c) she likes nature or a big view of the city, beach sometimes, she actually wants a beach house” he shrugged, Tom smiled and thanked him, writing some things down

-nature, somewhere green for lunch

-quiet too, somewhere not to public

-sparkling water for sure, no burritos though

“Shit I don’t know, chicken or something!” Tom struggled.

-fruits, nuts, macoroons, nuts, wine

He smiled at the ugly written bullet points, “aha” he then took his phone, biting his lips as he tried to find the perfect place.

“He asked me to lunch last night” you smiled, hunter and zendaya looked at each other, mouths agape as they laughed. “Really? Oh my god y/n can I be the god mom?” “Oh I’ll be the god dad all the way!” Hunter added as you laughed and shook your head, you’ve been on a Harry Potter marathon all night, now your on a Star Wars one, so many tears fell of your face, you cried for draco, zendaya cried for George and Fred, hunter cheered on voldermort, which almost got her kicked out, how petty.

“What if it’s only lunch?” You asked, looking at hunter and zendaya. “I mean, yeah it is only lunch” hunter shrugged making zendaya slap her arm. “No it isn’t, you are probably gonna get laid and he’s gonna confess his love to youuu, then you both naked and kissing” “ew don’t make me imagine that” hunter shuddered, sticking out her tongue. “Welp we are staying here when you leave” “how do you know I won’t be back?” “Because I know things”

Tom spent his day visiting places, until he found the perfect one, green and the ocean? Best thing ever. It was pretty too, no plastic, no damage to the ground, the ocean is to be heard, perfect for you and Tom. He texted you to get ready, it was about 6, he bought everything he needed for it, put the ice cream in the cooler with ice in it.

“Alright, this one” hunter held up a dress, a small slit but it was a sweater dress, like for the fall or winter, it’s white with brown buttons that go down to the end of your stomach, the dress stops in the middle of your thighs. “Then wear some comfterble shoes please, we don’t want you to run your toes” zendaya said, pulling out some neon yellow huaraches. “That doesn’t match” hunter said, zendaya put the shoes back and pulled out some dark dark black ones.

You got dressed, comfterble for sure, zendaya flat ironed your hair while hunter did your makeup, “alright” zendaya and hunter admired their art, high giving each other before turning you to the mirror, “don’t worry it’s sweat resistant” hunter said, zendaya laughed as you rolled your eyes shaking your head. Then of course their was a knock on your door. “I’ll get it” zendaya said, you went to your room and grabbed your phone, noticing you have no pockets you held it. “Keep your hands off of my girlfriend, have fun though!” Zendaya said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you came out and seen everyone smiling at you

“What happened?” You asked as everyone shook their head. “Nothing!” Hunter said smiling at you, Tom came up and gave you flowers, not roses but daises “you look lovely” he says, giving you a hug, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, not in a Percy way of course, just a very friendly and close hug. “Can you put these in a vase for me?” You say, handing the flowers to hunter as she only smiled and made her way to the kitchen. “Have fun, once again, we want her back by 10” “that’s only 4 hours zendaya” “we’ll make your way over there, it’s starting to become late” “alright mother, we’re out” you sarcastically say, leaving Tom laughing as he takes your hand and pulls you to his-

“El Camino!?” You said, practicly smiling a a child when they get ice cream. “Yep, I know how much you like old cars so why not get you one right?” He squeezed your hand. “Oh I could so kiss you right now!” “I wanna save it for later, let’s go” he smiled at you, he pulled you to your seat and opened the door for you, you sat down and he closed it, running to his side and getting in. “Your pretty fast” “shut up” he laughed and started the car, Kendrick Lamar playing in the background as you both rode in the city.

It was silent but comfterble, you slipped your phone in the cup holder, played footsie with yourself, and almost shook when he placed his hand on your thigh, you looked at him and he smiled at you “warm” he only said, paying attention to the road, rocking his hand back and forth.

“I love this, you gave me all the things I love tonight” you smiled. “You now at the birthday party I didn’t show that I liked you” he commented, laying in his stomach ontop of the very large blanket as you sat with your legs closed. “Yeah I don’t think you like me... I know if it’s weird and-“ “what no I like you! I do! I’m just stupid, like zendaya would say, so” you both giggled as he sat up and grabbed a grape vine, it has grapes on it by the way. “Lay down” he smiled, and you followed, laying down. “I’ve seen all the work you’ve done” he smiled, the radio in the band Toto playing, Africa currently playing. He leaned down the grape and feed it to you and you chuckled. “I really like how dedicated you are, how hard working you are, how nice you are, everything about you is beautiful” he complemented, the moon popping out for the ocean, the sounds of water slapping the rocks calming the both of you.

“Well thank you” you say, done with the grapes he fed you, he fed you some more. “I bought ice cream” “what kind?” “Uhmmmm, not vanilla, cookies and cream!” “Doesn’t that have vanilla in it?” You looked at him, he shrugged and put the grapes down and took the ice cream out of the freezer “I didn’t know you were such a 80s fan, what would you bring back?” He asked you. “Probably all the color, the music, I love mullets and shags I just love it all, how everything was in fashion, freedom and dumb teenagers and yelling old people, ya know?” “So your a very detailed person?” “Yeah, I don’t pay attention to the big picture that much if I’m being honest” ‘it never rains in Southern California, by tony’ playing, now the moon full on display, he grabbed two spoons and handed it to you, you both grabbed a scoop. “Let’s try something”

“Like what?” “Cross my arm with yours yeah?” You wrapped your arm around his, your spoon facing you “and 3” he said, taking the ice cream in his mouth as you followed, giggling “I like the flavor” you covered your mouth. “See! I knew what I was talking about, and doing!” He cheered, you both laid side by side and looked at the view, still eating the ice cream of course, until he put his lips on yours. “I really like you y/n, I hope-“ you put your lips on his, holding onto his cheek you smiled into it, he made his hand go down to hold onto your waist, the moon shining on both of you, he flipped both of you over so he was on top, you let out a quiet moan as he kissed your neck and slipped up you dress, taking off your panties, you trailed your hands down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, rubbing over his torso, moaning as he found your sweet spot, kissing it and sucking harsh circles on your neck, he sat up and helped you take of his shirt, unbuckling his pants and taking off the belt to where ever.

He unbuttoned your dress, taking out your breasts and sucking on one of them, you whimpered as he twisted the other, your hands making it to his hair and tugging a bit making him hum in satisfaction. He switched nipples and looked up at you, you head was thrown back, breathing heavy and he opened your legs, you bucked your hips up allowed him to pull your dress up and over your head, he ditched his pants, well not really, there still around his ankles and both of your shoes are off, how? I don’t know. He came up and you leaned on your arm while the other was on his cheek, your lips hovering his, he muttered a ‘ready’ you nodded and he bottomed out in you, both moaning at the sensation, he kissed you and rocked his hips, you moaned as his hands found your waist, holding onto his bicep for support. Soft moans shared “y/n, fuck your so tight” he whispered in your neck and you whimpered, clawing his arm as he went harder, still slow though,

“Tommy, I’m gonna-“ you swallowed, bucking your hips up and arching your back, he rubbed your hips and held on tighter to them. He groaned and started going fast, high pitched moans leaving your lips as he stopped going hard, “cum for me” he let one hip go and rubbed your pearl slowly. “God- mm” you bit your lip trapping the moans, your head tilting back as he used it to suck more hickies on you, claiming you as you just took it all in, your head slowly starting coming up, leaving cries as your arm circled his around his arm, your back arching more, connecting chests as you said his name like a prayer while you came “fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, so close, your walls to warm to leave. “You on the pill?” He choked out. You repeated ‘mhm’ and just like that he came inside you, your name left his mouth as he rode out both of your highs, breathing heavy as a new song played ‘ask of you’ by Raphael, you both chuckled as he pressed his forehead on yours.

“Would you be my-“ “I think you know the answer Thomas, this is my 12 dream right here” you giggled. He pulled out and rolled over next to you, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest “your moans are adorable, we have to have sex more often” you only laughed at him, coming up to kiss his neck on his sweet spot, his jawline under his ear, sucking hickies on his neck as he looked at the water that the moon is glistening on. You both cleaned up with his baby wipes and covered yourselves with the extra blanket he had, he poured you both a glass on wine too, just taking each other in and the perfect view.

On the other side zendaya and hunter were high giving each other, FaceTiming Harry and saying “we got em!” He smiled and cheered, lifting his beer with Harrison and taking a sip. They set it all up, how? Who knows.

[wastelandcrown]

logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 7: you matter to me (the terrifying tales of the grimm monarchy)

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Mr. and Mrs. Grimm’s A+ parenting, panic attacks, unconventional sibling problems/dynamics, very brief disappearance (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! All feedback is very welcomed, I didn’t have anyone to beta so *sighs loudly*. This chapter is kinda angsty and opens up some fun new plot relevant strings. I also want to make it clear that I will be demonstrating Roman putting in work to fix his mess ups in later chapters as well! He’s got some loose ends to tie up, and he will do so. 

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, Creativitwins

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @a-soul-among-the-stars @sweet-razz-tea @the-cactus-lord @genderlessfish

Janus’ eyes move to Logan, they seem to communicate without a breath between them. Logan takes nothing but his phone with him when he heads into the hall, but it’s far too late. Remus is nowhere in sight.

Roman takes a shuddering sigh, places his head in his hands, and leans against the makeup counter.

“I’m-I’m sorry-I don’t-I don’t know what that was-”

“Yes, you do.”

The room feels so uncomfortable, the tension could be cut with a knife. Roman knows Janus well enough to know his glare cuts sharper than any weapon could ever. Especially to him. His face stays firmly planted in his hands, hiding from the truth he’s been avoiding for far too long.

“Roman, look at me,” Janus orders. 

He listens and keels back in shame at the look of anger and disappointment on his friend’s face.

“Tell me the truth, why are you doing this?”

It’s a good question. For all it’s worth though, he doesn’t know. Which seems like the cop-out of the century, but truly...he has no clue at the moment. That, however, is not an answer Janus will accept and not one he will accept of himself. 

With a deep breath, he thinks “Alright, Roman. Be honest. Why are you doing this?”

Within moments he gets it and it is the easiest conclusion he’s ever come to. The twins have always had a very sturdy dichotomy. Remus was a messy and wild child growing up, while Roman was clean and polite. When they played, there was always a good and just prince and an evil conniving duke. There were good marks and bad marks. Good ideas and bad ideas. Clean and messy. Good and evil. Something nice and something terrible. Even in the eyes of their parents. It didn’t matter to them as children, Remus even seemed to enjoy it on occasion. Looking back, he only ever liked being “bad” when he got to choose it. When they played in their yard and there was a choice between swimming in the pool and scooping water onto the grass to “drown the bugs”, he was the happiest child in the universe. When the school called their father and told him that Remus had been in another fight, he looked like someone had ripped his soul from his body. It didn’t matter the reason he was fighting, he was “bad”. Roman had always thought the merit of the fight was dictated by why you were fighting in the first place, but apparently, he was wrong. 

The dichotomy they played into was fun! It was! For a while, at least. Then Roman began being berated by everyone around him for acting similarly to his brother. Then Remus was the new social outcast months before they hit middle school. Then it wasn’t fun anymore. Being “good” was stressful and lonely. Teachers, classmates, friends, family, everyone equated “good” with perfect. Perfection is a hard burden to bear alone and twelve years old. Roman’s mind drifts to when they split up. When the dichotomy became less of a two-person game played for fun, and more of an ugly sweater from an aunt that they had to wear to every formal event. It was hard, it was always much too hard. It hurt him. Recently, he realized the much heavier burden of being “bad”. The stress and loneliness must be tenfold when everyone beats into your brain that you are the perfect example of the “Evil Twin” trope. Even your own brother. Your twin. 

“Everyone told me,”

They had been a pair once.

“‘Roman, you’re such a good kid, you’re good at everything.’”

They were a good pair. Even now. He’d worked with him just a month ago to put something together and it was amazing.

“‘There is nothing you can’t do!’”

A few months ago, he was doing something he hadn’t thought possible and making amends with his brother.

“To them, I was independent and self-sufficient,”

He wasn’t either of those things, not then and not now. He had always been a pair.

“I was perfect. I had to be.”

The catch is that he gave up the only person who didn’t care if he was perfect.

“I thought it was true, I-”

The catch is that now his actions dawn on him fully like a wave over the shore.

“I needed them to be right.”

His breath shakes, “Who am I if I’m not that?”

The wave of grief and guilt crashes into him, and all he can think about now is how much he wants to take back every single mean thing he’s ever said about his brother. He feels the sea of emotions that he’s held back take him in and drown him with ferocity. Janus sighs as Roman stares at him through watery eyes.

“Roman. You were doing so well with Remus.”

He’s right, Janus is always right about these things. Two months ago, he had been doing so much better. He and Remus were still bickering in public, but it was fun to him. Though when Remus had “glue-and-feather’d” his makeup bag, he had thrown a little fit, he laughed about it later. Remus had laughed with him. It was light and fun. May, June, and most of July were the most fun he’d had with Remus in years. They’d spent time together, helped each other with chores, ridden to the theatre together. Little, minuscule things. Things that made such a tremendous difference in Roman’s confidence. 

“What happened?”

The same thing that always happened. His mother came home

There was always something different about his mother. When he and Remus had befriended Janus in elementary school, they met someone else's mother for the first time. He realized the day he had met her what made his mom so different. Lillian Devine, or as they called her Mrs.Lilli, was quite possibly the strangest woman they had ever met. The first time they saw her, Janus had seen her outside the school and made a beeline for his mother’s arms. She took him up into her arms, gave him a spin, and hugged him tightly. Roman doesn’t remember much from being that young, but he can remember the first moment he felt jealousy was when Lillian took Janus into that hug and loudly announced that she missed him. Only gone a day at school, and she missed him enough to announce it to the world. He remembers going home to a very big, very empty house. He was grumpy, clutching Remus’ hand like a lifeline as their nanny ushered them into their room and told them she would collect them at dinner time. When she collected them, Roman asked if she had missed them. She said, “I’m not your mother, am I?”.

His mother was different. When she came home, she would offer Roman a hug and give him a big kiss on the cheek. Every time, even the most recent. Like clockwork. Roman, sometimes accompanied by Remus, would wait outside the door for his mother’s car to arrive. She would exit and her heels would clack along the stone pathway. She would kiss him on the cheek when she got up the steps, offer him a quick hug, then begin to speak about her latest adventures in Paris. If Remus stood with him, she would give him her coat. Roman would always take it from him, hang it up, and follow his mother wherever she went. Recently the thought of their mother handing Remus her coat made Roman want to puke. 

They’d had dinner together one night in July. On her most recent visit, she told stories of her new revolutionary fashion line. He told her all about the newest theatre show. Remus made an effort to sit with them, and it was a labour for Roman to look at his mother when he spoke instead of Remus. He was there for all his anecdotes but he would still hang off of every word just to find something to prod at. Remus stood, and his mother’s words echoed in his brain.

“Remus, dear,” His mother begins in her shrill voice, “If you’re not going to eat with us, at least go and shower. Your smell is unbecoming.”

He latches onto that conversation, that’s really when the downfall started. 

“Mother, that was quite rude…” He says softly, keeping his eyes on his plate.

“Sometimes you have to tell the truth, my darling.” She laughs then, and Roman wants more than anything to get up and chase his brother.

“Speaking of your theatre production,” He turns his attention back to her, “Your father is thinking of coming this year.”

All thoughts of defending his brother leave his brain entirely. His mouth dries and he feels the onset of excitement and pure panic. At that moment he is consumed by selfishness and tries to push away the panic and think only of this dream come true. 

“He’ll be happy to hear you got the lead again,”

“But Mother, I told you, I’m only-”

“Yes, the understudy. You’ll change that, won’t you, my darling? I didn’t raise you to get second place, did I?”

He was good. What he was doing was good. He couldn’t disappoint his mother, let alone his father. Truth be told, he barely even spoke to the man except for their short and brief calls on the major holidays. He hadn’t seen him in person in nearly two years. He’d outgrown the excuse of him being busy but hadn’t outgrown the fire that a visit from his father lights inside him. It became even worse when after two feeble attempts to be rid of Logan, his father called him. Unprompted, unscheduled, and entirely without cause. He buzzed when he picked up the phone. 

“Roman.”

“Hello, father.” He can barely contain the happiness buzzing around in his throat.

“I have made time in my schedule to come to see your stage performance at the request of your mother. She has told me you landed the lead role again, I can’t say I’m not impressed. This is the sixth year in a row she has asked me, you know. I hope there is some merit to your casting director’s choice.”

He can barely keep himself sat down, the urge to jump around is so intense that he nearly dies. “Oh, certainly! I won’t let you down! Oh! And neither will Remus, he’s entirely spectacular in his role this year, I really think you’ll love-”

“I am not attending this production to see your brother. I trust you won’t let me down, because unlike him, you are not a failure. I will see you then, goodbye.”

In one fell swoop, his father had crushed his mood and strengthened his resolve. 

“My father is coming to the production. He called me himself to confirm.”

“The man who talks to you on average thirty minutes a year is coming to our show? Please tell me you’re joking.” The shock is evident in Janus’ voice as he searches Roman’s face desperately to ensure he’s lying.

“I’m not. My mother, she-she told him I got the lead. He told me-He told me that he was impressed with my track record. Then I-Well I started talking about Remus’ spectacular performance and he...He said he wasn’t coming to see Remus and that I-” Roman is on the verge of tears, he feels the urge to crumble like a war-torn kingdom.

Janus places a hand on his shoulder, meant to be a comfort, “That you what?”

Tears track down Roman’s face as he sits and slumps over to physically display his guilt, “That I’m not a failure like him, so I won’t let him down.”

“I am internalizing so much anger at the moment, please give me a second.” Janus takes a deep breath and screams angrily out loud. Roman takes it as initiative and screams as well, but much more wet and sad. 

Janus pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 

“You didn’t think to tell anyone any of this?” Roman shakes his head and sniffles.

Janus mutters to himself, “Right. Of course, you didn’t. You fool.” 

“We all know you’re not an absolute prick Roman. You’d obviously just pick on Logan for no reason you’re totally not super stressed or something.” He recoils at that, Janus’ face falls.

“I’m just-Roman-You can talk to me,” Janus speaks with an air entirely too soft for him.

What gets Roman’s attention is the tired and slightly sad, “Lord knows that neither of you does enough.”

“I’m here for you, even if you do some very morally shifty things. Especially if it’s all because you’re all stressed out and your daddy issues are taking centre stage in your mind.” He sits beside him now, taking Roman’s hand in his.

“I know how passionate you are, and I can tell that this isn’t how you want to do it. So, you don’t have to. You have...lots of things to make up for and apologize for. But there is still time. As long as you mean it, and you want to do better.”

Weakly, he mutters “I do.”

“Then find a way to apologize and fix it the way you always do.”

“And what way is that?” He asks with a soft smile, to which Janus chuckles under his breath.

“Facing every and all challenges with courage and honesty. Obviously,” Janus raises a thumb and wipes the tears from Roman’s cheeks with a genuine smile. 

So it was settled then. Roman needed to apologize. To everyone. He was already thinking of ways to express his sorrow and regret properly, his brilliant brain spitting out lavish and somewhat laborious ideas. Janus can tell from the way the passionate light returns to his eyes and he smiles. There is work to be done. 

The door slams open and an entirely too panicked Virgil stands in the doorway, “Janus-”

Work to be done later. Virgil’s breath is coming in whooping waves, his body is shaking, makeup smudged from anxious tears rolling down his face. Janus moves with purpose, approaching Virgil like a particularly protective guardian. Virgil grabs the fabric of his hoodie and tries to breathe.

“That’s it, Virgil, you’re alright,” He coos, gently placing a hand on his head.

“We can’t-” Virgil speech is messy and laboured, “We-We can’t find Remus-He’s-He’s not picking up his phone-I’m-We-”

Roman’s blood runs cold. Remus has done this before, sure. But it’s always been silly and fun and not motivated by weeks worth of stress and terrible feelings. Roman knows his words were the cherry on the cake, and nearly slaps himself for still being sat there while his brother was who knows where.

Roman grabs Remus’ bag from the floor, opening it to find his phone. There are almost fifty missed messages, most of them from a contact labelled “The Sexy Kind Of Spider” who he can only assume is Virgil. 

“His phone’s still here,” He sifts through the bag some more, “Along with his jacket and his car keys.” 

“Well, I’d say he can’t have gone far, but we all know how crafty Remus is,” Janus says with a drained expression on his face which only inspires Virgil to clutch his shirt even tighter.

There’s a fire in Roman now, an urge to find his brother’s newest hiding spot and somehow make it up to him. He slings the bag over his shoulder and approaches the pair.

“No need to fear, Virge! I’ll find Remus and bring him back to us as quickly as I can!”

Virgil only nods in response, prompting Janus to gently ruffle his hair. Roman leaves, knowing that the Virgil situation is in very capable hands. On to finding his brother. 

He sends a quick text to Thomas debriefing the situation, playing it off as a “typical Remus situation”, and leaves the building. If Remus had been outside the theatre, he certainly wasn’t anymore. Potentially unfortunately from Roman, a certain nerd was out there looking instead. When they made eye contact, Logan approached. He looked...frazzled. Much more so than Roman had ever seen. 

“There you are. I was wondering when you would come help. Remus is missing and hasn’t answered his phone.”

“He left it here, but I’m going to go and look for him.” 

Logan mutters something under his breath about the inefficiency of something-or-other, but Roman does not have the time to care. Him and Logan talk for another minute, Logan even gives him his number to call when he finds him. Logan says he’s going to get more people to look, Roman only nods. He’s focused in, there’s hope for a new start still and he’ll be damned if he loses it to Remus randomly disappearing forever. He piles into his car with Remus’ bag and starts his search.

Hope turns to fear after the third hour with no signs of his brother. He had checked his house, all the old spots Remus used to love, their whole neighbourhood, Janus’ house, every department store near the theatre. Nothing. It was like a magician cast a spell to make his brother disappear. He’s on the verge of panic. His hands are shaking like a bitch and his breathing wavers with each word he mutters to himself to ease his anxiety. He has to pull over into the parking lot of the convenience store near his home. It wouldn’t be safe for him to drive anywhere anymore. He wonders for a moment how in the hell his brother disappeared so quickly. He only had about thirty minutes on foot ahead of them, how had nobody found him? He almost cries sitting at the wheel. What if he’d been kidnapped? Murdered? Taken for ransom? Wait, that’s the same as kidnapping, isn’t it? God, it didn’t matter now! His brother was gone. For nearly ten minutes he lets the situation hit him hard. Tears roll through his body and he sobs. If Remus was gone forever, what would he do? What could he do? 

A worker from the store comes out from the front. They see Roman and Roman sees them. Roman couldn’t care less that they now look incredibly uncomfortable. They move to the back of the store and from Roman can see, they’re talking to someone. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know why he’s watching. He’s still crying like a baby. The thought of having lost his brother to the universe is still making his head pound. The worker gives whoever they’re talking to a smile, walks back inside the store, and from the till inside they give Roman a reassuring smile as well. He gives them a thumbs up. He takes a deep breath. He needs to pull himself together and find-

When Remus turns the corner from behind the store, Roman goes for the door handle before he can think. The sight of his shivering, tear-stained, obviously upset brother has him moving. He rips the door open and scrambles out. He trips over the edge of the car door and it doesn’t even matter. His palms and knees scrape against the concrete, ripping the skin on his hands and hurting his knees. He doesn’t care. It stings and he doesn’t care. The second he’s on his feet again he bolts at Remus and throws his arms around his chest. His head is firmly locked between Remus’ neck and shoulder, he’s grabbing at his shirt like a lifeline. His breathing is erratic, the tears are back now and back with a vengeance. His knees are shaking. He hadn’t even recognized how terribly and horribly scared of losing his brother he even was. Feeling it now was like the first breath of autumn air in your summer lungs. Remus stands there, just stands there. For a moment, the buzzing of his mind recognizes someone saying his name. Then there are arms around him. He’s being squeezed within an inch of his life. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind again. 

All Roman’s scared voice can squeak out is a loud and cracking, “I’m sorry!”

They stand together in the chilly late-august afternoon air, in full sight of any neighbours or employees at the store, for five minutes. They sway slightly. Remus doesn’t say a word. Not one passes through his lips. Remus pulls away, only to take Roman’s hand and drag him to the car. 

“C’mon you crybaby, let’s go home.”

Roman just nods and doesn’t comment on the tears on Remus’ cheeks. Remus takes the driver’s seat and Roman piles into the passengers’ side. He holds his brother’s bag in his lap, he squeezes it tightly. The drive home is only a few minutes, but Roman’s breathing calms enough to the point where he can rationalize texting. Janus, Logan, and Virgil all get a very simple text, but it’s enough to explain the situation.

‘Found him. We’re going home. He’ll call you in a bit.’

They pull into the driveway, shuffle into the house, take off their shoes. It seems weirdly unreal. It’s like Roman has entered some twilight zone where he and his brother get along. A twilight zone that Roman hopes to make a reality. Like he’s an upset kid again, he takes his brother’s hand and remains resolute in not crying again as he leads him through their empty house. The maid is there, she sees them pass. She doesn’t say a word. She watches the obviously upset twins make their way down the hall and into Roman’s room. Remus lets Roman take him by the shoulders and sit him on his bed. They stare at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. 

Roman takes the first step, “You scared me, Remus.”

Remus looks away, “I didn’t think you’d care, really…”

“Of course I’d care! Remus, I-I always cared! And I meant it when I said that I am truly sorry!” He’s crying again, and frankly, he feels a little stupid. 

“I kinda figured when you ran at me crying like a crazy person,” His brother picks up the end of his blanket and wipes his face with it, “You’re crying a lot today.”

“I’ve had a quite terrible afternoon, I think a little emotional distress is warranted.” He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, Remus smacks the blanket gently across his cheek. 

Remus ushers him in again, nudging his head against Roman’s stomach and wrapping arms around his back. Roman stands between Remus’ legs and holds his head like the precious thing it is. 

There’s a shudder of a breath from each of them. Both of them are so painfully aware of how long it’s been since the last time they sought out each other for comfort like this. There’s something so familiar in it. The warmth that Roman remembers from a childhood spent at each other’s sides. They used to be so close that they shared a bed by choice. He spent nights asleep and calm holding onto his brother. This feels like that. Something so personal and so old. Remus starts to cry again and it’s a messy sob that makes Roman’s ears ring. He squats down to look Remus in the eyes, taking his hands in his. 

“I didn’t mean it, Rem. I don’t think you’re a failure-I-” Remus cries harder, he does his best to wipe the tears with his fingers.

“You-You mean much more to me than I’m sure I've let on in recent years.” There’s a tenderness and honesty in Roman’s voice that feels good and right.

“Mother and Father have been driving me insane, pressuring me to say and do things that I frankly don’t believe in.” The feelings he’s sharing now are lightening something in Roman’s chest, and from the look on Remus’ face, his words are more than on the right track. 

“Not anymore. I promise to you that from now on I am going to do everything I can to make up for the terrible things I’ve done.” 

Remus smiles at him, teary-eyed and covered in snot. It’s not gross to Roman, not right now, because Remus looks better. 

“Can you start by getting me some water?” Remus’s hoarse voice coughs out, Roman is on his feet and goes to the kitchen as quickly as he can. 

With two glasses in hand, he hurries back. He stops at the door. Inside, he hears Remus talking. He’s on the phone with Janus, who sounds more than upset. He goes in, gives Remus the glass, and turns to leave for privacy reasons. His brother grabs at his wrist and tugs him back. He sits beside Remus and they drink their water. He keeps his mouth shut and listens to the ways in which other people love his brother. Janus is angrier than anything else. The heart-palpitating rant that ensues is wildly emotional. He talks about how much the incidents of this afternoon scared everyone, goes off on tangents about the risks of running off and not telling anyone, tells him with the most love in his voice that he was worried about him. Remus promises not to do it again, Janus only sighs in a loving way. Janus brings up his talk with Roman, emphasizes his support of both of them, and lets Remus be on his way. Virgil is next, and he’s quiet. The call is full of little silences, Virgil takes breaks between sentences. Stops mid-word to take a breath and keep his wits. He tells Remus that he scared him. Tells him that he cares about him, no matter what. That he loves him and wants the best for him. He doesn’t use those words exactly, but Roman reads between the lines. 

They’re fairly average calls considering the circumstances and their relationships. Roman sees Remus hesitate as his fingers ghost over the call button under Logan’s contact. He’s saved as “Boobear” with a blue and green heart. It’s by far the most normal of the names on his list. It’s by far the sweetest as well. 

“Something wrong?” He asks, and Remus gives him a shaky smile.

“I’m worried about what he’s going to hate me now or something,” 

It’s almost the stupidest thing Roman had ever heard. He might not get along great with Logan, but he’s not blind. The little nerd is wrapped tightly around Remus’ finger. He’s seen Remus hang off of Logan and say all kinds of crazy and vulgar things, only to get a small reprimand or occasionally an annoyed-but-loving smile. Remus can spout off in a rant about nothing in particular, only to have Logan hang onto every word and provide commentary and factual corrections. There is nothing in the world that could shake away the Logan Lark who was smiling and dancing in a field with his brother only a month ago. 

“With the way he looks at you,” Roman chuckles, “I wouldn’t be surprised if this made him love you more.”

Remus blushes furiously, and instead of dignifying Roman with a response, he hits the call button.

Logan picks up the second it goes through as if he was waiting by his phone for Remus to call him. The intense emotion in his voice makes the twins do a double-take. He’s normally so straight and narrow. Measured. Collected. There is an air to the typical Logan that has vanished now. Roman wonders why he couldn’t show this side on stage more often. 

“Remus? Please tell me this is you.”

To cover up his anxiousness, Remus flirts terribly, “Heya hot-stuff, what’re you wearing?”

There’s a relief filled laugh on the other side of the phone, “There’s my answer. Are you alright?”

“M-hm! You’ll never guess who made me feel better with a shit ton of groveling!” There’s an air to Remus’ voice that conveys humour.

“Remus.” Logan sounds so serious, Roman watches Remus sigh and roll his eyes at the care.

“Yeah, Logie. I’m okay. I mean it.”

Logan speaks again, that same serious voice, “I’ve been worried all afternoon.”

“Yeah...” 

It’s quiet for a second, there’s a tension of the unspoken affection the pair have for each other floating in the room. 

“I feel this is as good a time as any to tell you that I don’t think you’re a failure at all. You-I...In truth, I find you quite interesting to be around. You...You are...immensely talented in my humble opinion. I...While I understand we haven’t been friends for long- I hope it is not presumptuous to say that we are friends-But our relationship is...important to me. I enjoy your company and all you do for me. It...It is a true pleasure to be in your company, Remus. I-” 

Despite the blushing on Remus’ cheeks, he softly mutters “You’re ranting again, Lo-Lo.” 

“My apologies,” Logan nearly whispers out, there is affection seeping from his voice, “However, I meant everything I said.”

“I think you’re the shit too, babes. Sorry for worrying ‘ya.” There’s that affection again, Roman has never heard his brother sound so affectionate.

There’s another pause, Remus speaks again “I’ll make it up to you.”

“If you make a sex joke at a time like this-” Logan scolded, they could almost see his grimace.

“No, I mean it,” Remus laughs, “We can do something together. To make up for it.”

“I’d like that.”

Roman looks to his brother, the phone, and then his brother again. To him, it sounded as if Remus had just asked him out on a date, but he knew well enough that Remus and Logan were probably too dense to understand the implications.

“I’ll uh-I’ll talk to you ‘bout it later then, kay boobear?” Remus asks while staring at Roman, confused about the ‘oh-my-god-you-totally-like-him’ look he’s getting.

“Alright. Goodnight, Remus.” Logan’s voice drips honey and roses as he wishes him goodnight, there is so much Roman can hear wrapped up in that simple sentence and it’s a wonder to him.

“Goodnight.” 

The call ends and Remus lets out a dreamy sigh. 

Roman winds back and smacks Remus with a pillow in excited fervour. 

“You did not tell me you were that in love with Logan!” 

“Wha-You asshole!” Remus takes the pillow and smacks him back, “I am not in love with him!”

“Yeah right! That was the gayest conversation I’ve ever heard!” He nearly shouts, getting up and grabbing more pillows from the collection at the head of his bed.

“We didn’t even say anything juicy!” Teases Remus, grabbing pillows at lightning speed, preparing for what he knows is coming.

“It was in the tone! And don’t say juicy like that you dolt!” 

Remus hits Roman with a pillow to the face. With an excited cackle, Roman launches an attack, throwing as many of his numerous pillows at his brother as he can. There is an all-out war within seconds. Both boys are shrieking and laughing. By the end of the pillow fight, they’re breathless and more joyful than they have been all day.

“How do you feel about a sleepover?” 

Good. Remus feels very good about a sleepover. That night while laying in Roman’s dumb red sheets, cuddling up to his brother in the way that little kids do, he feels happy. Really happy. Genuinely happy. Logan had told him that it was hard to love somebody when they didn’t act as if they loved you back, and he was right. The smartass was always right. Now though, he felt it. His brother had cared, ran for him like he was the only thing that mattered to him in the world. He loves Roman. Apparently, Roman loves him too. His brother hugs him closer in his sleep. That’s more than enough for his brain to quiet tonight. 

Addendum; August 20th -

Remus went missing this afternoon. It worried me greatly, but he turned out alright. Things between the Grimm twins seem to be better. On August 21st, they arrived to practice bickering but holding hands. They both appeared near ecstatic all day, needless to say, it was tiring. There will be no more need for the “Roman Incidents” section of this notebook.

Circled in red pen, written largely at the bottom of the page, underlined three times over. 

Note: Investigate your true feelings for Remus Grimm.

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Blessing in Disguise

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Hospitals, Explosions, depictions of pain, allusions to mania and depression, self harm/unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of death and the dead, gambling, potential underage drinking, theft, guns, gun violence, depictions of bullet wounds, and drunk people. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Songs: All the kids are depressed- Jeremy Zucker, Everywhere- Chloe x Halle, Middle Child- J. Cole, She Knows- J. Cole, Breezeblocks- alt-J, Pussycat Doll-Flo Milli, It’s Been So Long- The Living Tombstone, Take me to Church- Hozier, Good Kid- Kendrick Lamar, Death of a Bachelor- Panic! At the Disco, Them Changes- Thundercat, Detention- Melanie Martinez, Recess- Melanie Martinez, Something for your M.I.N.D- Superorganism 

A/N: I actually hate this chapter because I feel like the writing doesn’t flow. I feel like it’s to jampacked with things that don’t do anything to push the story forward. Anyway I hope you still read it anyways. 

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I did the hand sign stating I’d stand. I knew I won for sure this time because I had a perfect hand of 21. The two other people playing against groaned as I was declared the winner yet again. 

Swiping the chips for the 3rd time since I’d been at the casino. I decided to take my wins and make my way to the bar that our “target” was residing. 

I had a hunch on where Carmen was but had no actual idea. I’d just text her. In the meantime I had this grown ass man to make a move on. 

I was like 97% sure I had the right guy anyway. I looked much older than usual tonight due to Carmen being a makeup goddess and I gotta say flirting can get you a long way. 

“Hey,” I spoke, sitting on the bar stool next to the man.

He looked up at me mumbling a quick hey.

“You expecting someone?” 

“Nope,” He popped the ‘p’ “What about you?”

“Same as you,”

“Now I don’t believe someone as beautiful as you is here alone,” He moved his arm that much closer to mine. I pushed out a smile and giggled. 

“I could say the same about you,” We made eye contact for a second “But no seriously, I’m just here with a girlfriend. It was my birthday yesterday but she wasn’t free so we came out today,” I lied. 

“How old did you turn?”

“Twenty Two,” He nodded seemingly content with the answer. 

“So you’re not around here are you?”

“Either you’re a genius or I’m just very bad at blending in, no I’m from New York,” 

“Ah, I have some friends in New York, which part?” 

“Harlem actually but I recently moved to Queens,” I lied again. 

“Oh I don’t many from those cities,”

“If we're being honest I don’t know many people from Queens either my life’s been more hectic ever since I moved,”

“I hear you,” He informed me, leaning on the small backing the stools had. 

We talked for about 15 more minutes, him explaining the switch between New York to Nevada. Then Carmen walked up to me and feigned drunkenness signaling she was done with her job. I made my way back. To the man who’s name I still hadn’t learned. 

“As much fun as I was having talking to you, my friend is way too drunk to be out in public so we should probably head back to the hotel.” I sat back on the barstool turning my legs towards the man batting my eyes 

“Could I possibly use your phone to call an Uber mine is dead?” 

“Yeah of course you can…” His sentence fizzed off at the end in place of where my name would be.

“Ciara,” I filled in “And you are?” 

“Jim” He started handing me the phone.

I used his phone for an entirely different reason than I’d claimed. The project Carmen had been working on was melting the wires together to fix the flash drive that works inside of phones. It hadn’t worked in years.

It took about a minute to duplicate the phone's data. I stuck the flash drive in my bra before going to give the phone back. 

Just as I started moving a loud argument broke out, by the drunk accents I could tell it would soon get violent. Seeing as I had many experiences with an aggressive drunk. I wasn’t going to take my chances and began turning towards the main exit.

 I heard the first shot echo followed by another. Soon everyone was shooting. Including Carmen who I think just wanted an excuse to shoot at people passing it off as “protecting her friends”. 

She was closer to the exit than I was so she slid me the gun and I was able to ward off anyone shooting in our general direction. Not for long though. A bullet lightly grazed my dominant arm’s shoulder; it still dug in enough to do some sweet damage. 

Fuck

What’s up with me? I haven’t been on my A game lately. 

We were also out of bullets. Mostly because we weren’t actually expecting to have to fucking shoot at people. I ducked back down behind the bar trying not to get caught on the broken glassware. 

“I think it would be a good time to do that thing?” I asked. 

She rolled her eyes 

“You know I hate doing it,”

“Well I’m literally bleeding out,” I dramatized pointing to my shoulder. “So if you want to get out of here not in body bags, do the thing,” 

“Alright, just this one time,” She begrudgingly made her way out from behind the bar and away from me. 

I covered my ears and closed my eyes as the glass around me rained down and the bar shook. I could slightly hear the cries from beneath my hands. Once she moved back over to me 

“See that wasn’t so bad, birdy,” I scrambled up to my feet ignoring the pull in my shoulder. 

I made my rounds grabbing Jim’s phone, cash, wallets, watches, and anything else that looked expensive from pockets and the ground. 

I stood awkwardly staring at my feet as I slid from side to side with my butt planted on my skateboard. 

“Hi,” I heard squinting my eyes looking up revealing a equally nervous looking Peter

“Hey,” I nodded at him. 

The conversation wasn’t as awkward as I thought it’d be he’d apparently asked Liz to prom and he said yes. Which I was definitely super happy about because why wouldn’t I be? 

Anyway who cares about that anyway. Props to Peter for not bringing up the whole ghosting everyone thing for like a week thing. Because if he didn’t bring it up I was going to act like it never happened. 

We talked about everything and anything. From favorite candies or colors to our beliefs about life after death. I’d found out his favorite candy were skittles, favorite color: red and that he was Jewish but not necessarily religious and didn’t believe in heaven or hell but he believed in the eternity of a soul. 

I’d told him that my favorite candy was F/C, my favorite color being pink and that I didn’t know what I believed in. I believed in a higher power but not that they were inherently good because of all the suffering on earth. I’d told him if they weren’t good and had abandoned us while alive. Why would they care or have any plan for us into the afterlife? I think that part is up to us, and what we believe. I’m trying not to think about death.

Then like clockwork he had to leave before 9 which is funny because it’s like he wasn’t even trying to hide his secret identity. He’d told me he lost the internship and normally his excuse to leave was the internship. 

I just guess that means he no longer has Stark’s backup. He only had it for a while anyway he’d be fine without it again. Actually when I think about it,  from his behavior he’d exhibited as Spiderman in the short few months I’d had the displeasure of knowing him as ‘Thorn’ he’d be weak. He was unconfident, relied on his tools far too much. Couldn’t see himself without the suit. So maybe he was really just going home. So he’d be fine. 

I’d also be fine. No matter how much it didn’t look like it at the moment. I’d be fine. I was always fine. I was fine without my mom, without Rose, without my dad, without Olivia and any one else I’d ever been stupid enough to get attached to. I’d bounce back. I always did. 

It’d taken Carmen much convincing to not sit around and babysit me 24/7 because of my shoulder. She was sure that I’d do something dumb and it would get infected. 

 I was sitting on MJ’s bed getting ready for homecoming. My neck jerked again as Bri attempted to detangle and braid my hair. 

If I hadn’t spiraled into the Vulture, Kingpin and SHIELD, rabbit hole I probably would have taken better care of myself and my hair. 

“Stop moving,” She tsked.

“Stop trying to rip my head off my neck,” I hissed back. 

Bri did my nails back when we were still at her house waiting for MJ to pick us up. She actually did pretty good. I think she would do great at a cosmetology school. She's pretty much into everything: hair, nails, makeup the whole nine yards. She did all of that for me. 

The make up was very simple, but I was still able to get my signature winged eyeliner. Winged eyeliner is something very dear to me mostly because Rose was the first to put me on it and I wore it everyday since. It kinda felt disrespectful to stop at this point.

The only thing left was the dress MJ had gifted me. Her mom bought her a dress but she still refused to wear dresses so she returned it for this one, she opted for a very nice pantsuit she already had. Then Bri's outfit of course matched her boyfriend’s. 

I’ve never really liked school dances they’re always so overhyped, but I go to them all anyways, because then I get in on all the drama. It helped me build up my arsenal of knowledge about everyone. 

I was sitting at one of the round tables near the entrance with MJ, Bri, and Olivia. We had a bottle of “Gatorade” open and out for anybody who wanted to drink it. I was about to drink from it when I saw Liz enter alone. 

I made my way over to her.

“Where’s Peter? I thought he asked you?” 

“I don’t even know he just ditched me,” She let out a deep breath. 

“Aw I’m sorry,” I wrapped my good arm around her shoulder.

 “Well don’t think about that asshole, you’re way out of his league anyway,” I assured her to which she let out a weak laugh. 

“Come sit with me and my friends,” 

 A girl with knockers dancing all along her head came up to before speaking 

“Why are you crying?” 

I sniffed pulling my head from my arms. 

“I miss my mom,” 

“I miss my mom sometimes but I like my grandma too,”

“Where’s your mom?” I asked.

“I don’t know my grandma says she’s sick,” She shrugged. “Where’s your mom?”

“Well my grandma says she’s in a better place now but I know that just means dead,” 

“Yeah my dad is dead too so I know what you mean, I’m Rose. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” 

“Y/N, that's a pretty name,” She smiled. “You wanna come sit with me and my friends Y/N?”

“Y/N!”

I jumped a bit at the voice before matching it to MJ

“What?” I asked in a harsher tone then necessary.  

“Jeez sorry,” She reeled back “Someone is asking for you named Carmen. They said it’s important,” She waved her phone around. 

My face dropped and I hoped no one caught it. 

I grabbed the phone exiting the auditorium.

“Okay what’s up?” 

“You know Liz’s dad whatever her name is but yeah, He’s gonna rob that plane that’s moving everything from the Avengers tower,” She rushed

“What!?”

Holy shit 

That must be where Peter’s went. So he figured it out too. Kid’s smarter than I give him credit for.

“I’ll send you the location on your phone,”

“Why didn’t you just call me from there?”

“Because you never answer it,”

“True,” 

“Y/N?” She whispered.

“Yeah?” 

“Be careful,” 

“Always,” I smiled. 

I rushed out of the building not thinking about how I could get caught. Near the buses there was the new Shocker lying unconscious. 

I took the webshooter I found next to him. Then made a run for it. Stopping to hot wire the nearest car, I sped to one of the locations that I knew Vulture’s team kept their weapons at. I was throwing everything in the same pile. Getting ready to destroy them. 

Then the door creaked open.

I felt the bed dip as my brother sat next to me. 

“Are you coming?”

I pulled the cover off my face 

“Why should I?”

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t,” 

“No I won’t leave me alone,” I pulled the cover back over my head. 

“You gotta eat something,” 

“No I don’t leave me alone,” 

“Y/N…”

I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t wanna hear it. 

“She would want you to eat something,”

“Fuck you! How would you ever know what she would've wanted? No one here knew her and now one will ever get the chance to again so just leave me alone,” 

“Y/N-“

“Don’t Y/N me, get the fuck out of my room,” He sat there for a second, stunned “NOW!” 

As soon as the door closed and I flipped back over

I was shaken back into the present only to find that I was pinned under the man who’d entered the room before I zoned out. He reached for the nearest weapon. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Which is rare. I have a whole weapons catalog in my brain. Unfortunately for him he couldn’t grab it without giving me leeway to get from underneath them. 

Unfortunately for me I put too much pressure on my arm in the seconds I took to grip my shoulder recuperating myself. The man had fired the weapon he had at the pile of weapons that I stumbled back towards. 

The weapons then emitted purple light before exploding leaving me caught under some wood and concrete as the ringing in my ears only got louder and louder.

The fire around me crackled loudly and I bit my lip.

The smoke was only getting more plentiful.

I started coughing which only got more and more painful.

When I came to myself, I wasn’t choking anymore and the fire around me had died down. I was able to push myself from underneath the rubble holding me down. Not without lots of pain though.

The dress I was wearing was torn completely, holes big enough to see what I was wearing underneath it already. 

So I just took it off.

It wasn’t like I was completely naked I was wearing boxers. Not like I haven’t left the house in a bra and shorts before. Also who gives a fuck I just almost died. 

It was like 35° but I wasn’t cold in the slightest. I was actually kind of hot.

If my phone was accurate the plane had already made it near the edge of Queens and Staten Island. Rushing there I was seconds late as I saw the plane crash after I saw two figures fighting along it. 

There was fire everywhere but I wasn’t thinking. I was just running because I couldn’t make out Peter’s shape and if he was dead- 

I swear to fucking God if he was dead. Not again. I couldn’t handle another death.

Peter was saying something. No, pleading as the Vulture stood tall with his wings still intact. He was talking about how it was a nice try and he doesn’t know what he’s messing with.

Peter might not but I knew what this was. I also knew I wasn’t letting him get away with it. 

The wings started producing visible waves of heat. Then it hit me, what Peter was trying to say. The wings were gonna blow.  I got a head start and lunged towards the man. The element of surprise was on my side. That was until he used the wings to lift himself off the ground. 

Now I was fine with parkour and other activities, but being lifted off the ground by someone else, someone who’d never interacted with me ever, is where I draw the line. Then Peter was shooting a web at the wings. To which Vulture dropped me to go after him.

Oh hell no.

“Give it up Peter,” He continued to get closer and closer as the webs were continuously cut through. 

You know how people say they see in red when they get angry? Well the opposite of that happens to me I just see black. Remembering very little to nothing.

Last thing I remembered was fire just fire. From my fingertips, arms, head. It destroyed the wings in seconds, before they had a chance to blow up on their own. 

Peter webbed up the man before moving out of my sight. 

How the fuck do you get fire coming from your body. 

 Literally what the actual fuck. 

I couldn’t breathe. 

That’s what it was, I was dying, I was probably in some coma and this was a weird hallucination my brain pushed out in its final moments.

Okay this is it. I was dying suffocating in some coma.

Or even worse this wasn’t a coma and I was going to die with my body lit on fire literally.

“Oh my God,” I gasped trying to get air into my lungs. 

I closed my eyes and when I opened them Peter was in front of me in a torn up ripoff suit. 

“Y/N,” He moved trying to catch my eye.

“Y/N, Y/N breathe…”

I couldn’t really process his words. My mind was clouded with fear, fear and anger. 

Before I knew it I was hitting my head so I wouldn’t hit anyone or anything else. It’d been a coping mechanism I used ever since I was 3. 

Peter reached for my arms reeling back after his hands came into contact with my boiling skin. 

“Y/N you have to calm down,” He moved in front of me.

I stopped moving my hands but it was still difficult to breathe.

The monitors beeped all around me and if I closed my eyes  and concentrated hard enough. I could convince myself they were birds. 

I could tell from the patter of the knock on the door that it was Rose. 

“Come in!” I called out.

She picked up the clipboard examining it. As she did every time she visited. Luckily for everyone there was no nurse she could bombard with questions and criticism. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked. 

“Itchy, like my guts are on fire,” 

To which she replied by singing the chorus to Girl on Fire. 

“Anyway,” she brought us back after our laughter. “I got you pizza today since I’m sure you’re tired of McDonald’s,”

“I don’t mind McDonald’s actually, anything is better than hospital food. Well actually, their chicken strips aren’t that bad,” 

She placed the box down on my lap. I lifted up the lid and was hit with the smell of the many herbs. I pat by my legs signaling she could sit down. She wiggled into the spot that the bar of the bed allowed. 

“What are we watching today?” 

“Uh…” I clicked on the TV “Vampire Diaries?,”

“That show is still going?

“Yeah, I don’t think it’ll ever end,” 

Somehow the show turned into us dancing around the cramped hospital room.

We spun like the ballerinas in the broken jewelry box I got from my mom. Arms flailing around. The air conditioner made a rattling noise and a half eaten pizza on the bed. The situation was probably extremely weird or unpleasant from any other perspective, but because it was her it was perfect. 

It was like the moment in rom coms where the camera zooms into the main characters dancing as the rest of the characters are put out of focus and they stare into each other’s eyes. I closed my eyes. 

When I opened them I saw Peter’s eyes above mine. 

His hands were immediately on my face making my look straight at him. 

“Are you okay?” He breathed out. 

I sat up feeling a pounding in my head and a pull in my lungs. I was met with the fact that I was definitely not on the ground. I was actually very far from the ground on some ride on the pier. My mouth was dry so it took me a minute to get the words out and when I did it hurt my throat.

“Yeah ’m okay jus’ tired,”

“Okay, well don’t go back to sleep because I think you have a concussion,” 

“You’re acting like I died or something, how long was I out dang,” I joked I always hated when things got too serious. 

“Uh probably...30 minutes? I don’t know I don’t have a watch,” He sniffed and that's when I realized he’d be crying. 

“Were you crying? I knew you cared about me,” I smiled “It was only a matter of time before you fell in love with me, I’m irresistible” 

He laughed weakly wiping his eyes “This isn’t funny,” 

I looked up at him and started uncontrollably giggling. Soon Peter was laughing too.

The moment was interrupted by a squad of police cars pulling up. I absolutely did not want to get down but my tired muscles betrayed me. I was extremely exhausted.  I literally could not move. I just had to go wherever Peter decided to take me. I honestly think I might have a few broken ribs. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before though. We stood off to the side watching as Vulture was stuffed into the back of one of the cars. 

“So Spiderman?” I smirked.

“Uh.. no?” He said as if he’s questioning himself. 

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone I’ve known for a while now,” I twisted my body to face him hissing as a sharp sting shot through my body “You're not very good at hiding it,”

“Hey!” He cried out “But seriously you can’t tell anyone,”

“I already said I wouldn’t, but if it makes you feel better I’ll pinky promise you, and everyone knows you can’t break a pinky promise,”

“Alright,” He sighed.

I tried to move closer again and was stopped by the pain in my sides. 

“Okay well, the offer still stands, you’re just gonna have to come over here,”

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euphoric | two | JJ Maybank

a/n: JJ’s here but there aint a lot of jj action. we’ll get there though

summary: It’s the day of the kegger

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warnings: cursing, slow shit, terrible writing, underaged drinking, underaged smoking, grinding

two - ♫ RATCHET SATURN GIRL by Aminé ♫

“Wait lemme see her Instagram again.”

Kie’s face scrunched up in distaste as she pulled her phone away from JJ’s grabby hands. The Pogues were hanging around the Chateau, trying to figure out how to waste time before they had to set up for the kegger. It was about 10 in the morning and the sun was already bearing down pretty harshly.

“Ew no, I don’t need to watch you leer,” Kie chastised and JJ scoffed as he blew out a puff of smoke.

When Kie had gotten there earlier in the morning, the boys had hounded her about what happened during the Kook party and how she could’ve possibly been willing to not only stay at the party but also personally invite Kooks to their kegger. Kie told them about you and Isaiah, describing the experience as clearly a good one and even showing them your Instagrams.

JJ being JJ had jumped onto looking through your Instagram almost immediately. Social media wasn’t something they tended to care about but JJ was not only a boy he was also an idiot. Your Instagram was littered with a variety of posts; selfies, outfit pictures, pictures of scenery, pictures of people who were likely from your hometown, intricate eye makeup that was clearly being flexed. Kie knew not to use social media as a basis for a person’s life or personality but from the short time she’d gotten to talk to you, Kie saw you as much more bubbly and down to earth compared to what you posted.

“I don’t...leer,” JJ huffed out and Kie gave him a look.

“Do you even know what that means...JJ?” Pope spoke up from where he was trying to stay hidden away from the direct rays of the sun.

“Yeah, I know what it means…” JJ trailed off, clearly indicating that he didn’t actually know what it meant. Pope opened his mouth to educate JJ when he was cut off by John B stepping out of his house, letting the door slam behind him.

“You guys wanna go out to the marsh?” John B questioned and the Pogues all groaned out confirmations.

“Yo, you still have beer?” JJ questioned as he stood up, dusting off his shorts, and then grabbing his backpack. Kie had picked herself up from where she was laying down but still remained otherwise preoccupied and distracted by her phone, this time stalking through Isaiah’s account.  

“Oh shit nah, I ran out yesterday,” John B clicked his teeth in irritation.

“I could go grab some from the Wreck really quick?” Kie suggested as she finally pocketed her phone with the knowledge that that was probably the last she was gonna use it aside from listening to music. John B nodded as Pope finally stood up from his hiding place and made his way over. Pope was waving away smoke as JJ playfully blew it in his direction.

“Alright, so the wreck, then the marsh?” John B questioned and the Pogues all agreed before they headed over to John B’s van, ready for another day of Pogue life fun.

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You didn’t like the idea of having to drive around with your brother, but your lack of a car and lack of friends made it difficult to actively get away from him. He was clearly as annoyed about it as you were but the two of you couldn’t complain.

“A german shepherd?”

“I was thinking a pitbull actually.”

“Oh dude,” you turned to your brother at that and he raised his brows, “Pitbulls are so cute, but mom would literally be terrified.”

Yesterday you had brought up the topic of possibly getting a dog and although you were 110% sure that your parents were ready to shut you down, Bea’s excitement at the prospect had gotten you the momentum you needed. Once Bea had latched onto the idea, she didn’t even give your parents a chance to try and say no. Back in California, it was easier for them to say no when it came to getting a dog.

First of all your mom was terrified of dogs, so she was quick to say no regardless. But she also always backed it up by saying that you didn’t have the time, space, or resources to be taking care of a dog. But now you were in the Outer Banks. Your new home had a ridiculous amount of space, you had all the time in the damn world, and how hard could it be to get stuff for a dog right now?

You also might’ve gotten Bea to guilt-trip your parents by whispering in her ear that a dog would make as a great new friend in these...trying days.

“All my friends are back home! I don’t have any here!” she’d yelled angrily as you all made your way back inside the house last night and your mom wasn’t the least bit amused, but your dad had fallen right into her little 9-year-old trap.

“Is that Kie?” You questioned, sitting up as you saw a familiar set of curls up the road. You then noticed that up ahead was the Wreck, Kie’s parents’ restaurant and there was Kie bustling out with some boys who you figured were here friends. Isaiah slowed the car down as you rolled down the windows, sticking your head out. Kie and her friends were making their way toward a vintage, beat-up looking van when you let out a wolf whistle.

“Hey baby, you wanna go have some fun?” you teased as Kie whipped her head up to look at you. Her sour expression melted into a grin as she laughed at your antics. You didn’t question the boldness of your own actions, only briefly wondering if perhaps you were being too comfortable with someone you barely knew. Yet Kie’s reaction eased your worries.

“Hey,” she greeted as Isaiah brought the car to a stop, letting Kie walk up to your vehicle and leaving her friends to watch her as she did so, “Hey Isaiah,” she greeted separately.

“What’s up,” he drawled, grinning at her as you rolled your eyes.

“What are you guys up to?” Kie asked as she took in your appearance. Reminiscent of the previous night and of the posts Kie had seen on Instagram, you had done yourself up in that way that Kie couldn’t help but admire. She wasn’t one for makeup herself considering she knew that her day to day activities would just lead to it coming off. Yet she appreciated the amount of time and effort you probably put into the looks that you pulled.

“We’re gonna go to the thrift shop cus (N/N) wants a mirror, then we’re gonna go to the animal shelter and see about adopting a dog,” Isaiah answered.

“Uh, hey Kie?”

Kie turned around and you looked past her and at the 3 boys she was originally with.

“You wanna…” The tall messy haired one trailed off, motioning to you, “You wanna introduce us to your friends?” Kie made a face at John B and the boy only smiled back at her awkwardly. Pope was shifting around like the introvert he was, rocking on his feet and looking between you and Kie. JJ licked his lips as he stared you down, debating about whether he should trust Kie’s judgment or stick to his ideals when it came to Kooks (even if he thought you were incredibly attractive).

“Boys, this is (Y/N) and her brother Isaiah, they just moved here,” Kie motioned for her friends to come over and they shuffled closer, sticking together as they came to stand beside Kie.

“Hi, I’ve heard great things,” you greeted, smiling up at the boys. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking each of them up and down, taking in their appearances. You weren’t gonna lie, they were cute...

“Hey, I’m John B,” the first boy introduced, and he nodded to you before he nudged at one of his friends.

“Uh I’m Pope. Heyward. Hi,” Pope waved awkwardly and you waved back.

“JJ,” JJ said shortly with a nod and he gave you a sort of grimace of a smile.

“You guys throwing the kegger?” Isaiah asked and the Pogues nodded, “Where do ya’ll just get a keg?”

“We have our ways,” JJ said ominously and his friends all shot him a look while you glanced at Isaiah before turning back and nodding reluctantly.

“Oookay...well we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you guys later tonight?” you tilted your head, looking each of them in the eye. Their voices overlapped with one another as they answered you. You let out a laugh and blew Kie a kiss as your brother waved before the two of you drove off, leaving the Pogue’s standing by the side of the road.

“So?” Kie turned to her friends and they looked at her, confused, “Aren’t they like, weirdly cool?”

“I mean it was like barely a minute of interaction,” Pope argued but Kie only shot him a look, “...but yeah they were actually kinda cool.”

“Hey we’ll only know for sure tonight!” JJ clapped, “We don’t trust anyone until they’ve been exposed to all sides of the island,” JJ pointed at each of his friends, “Now c’mon, the marsh awaits!”

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“Are you changing?”

“Are you?” you shot back at Isaiah giving his outfit a once over. He was dressed in a large shirt and some shorts.

Isaiah paused, looking down at his outfit, “...No…?”

“Then no, I’m not changing,” you finalized as you finished fixing up your make up.

The sun was slowly starting to set, leaving an orange hue over the island, making you feel rather bright in comparison to the neutral tones of the island and the people on the island. Kie was arriving soon, if her text was any indication.

“What if you end up in the ocean?” Isaiah brought up and you made eye contact with him through the mirror before shrugging.

“It might make it look sick as fuck.”

“Alright.”

You stood and looked into the full body mirror you had bought today. You were dressed in a colorful body con sleeveless dress, the dress patterned with butterflies. Your make up stuck to a more natural neutral look, though you’d drawn on intricate butterfly designs onto your eyelids. You’d topped it off with a few jewels on the edge of the butterflies wings.

“Kie’s here!” Isaiah called and you gave yourself one last look before picking up your phone and then rushing out. In front of your home was the vintage, beat up old van that you had seen earlier in the day. Isaiah had taken up the passenger's seat and you gave him a look as you pushed the van open and shuffled in.

“How are you guys doing?” Kie greeted and you chuckled.

“Fine since you saw us,” you checked your bare wrist, “5 hours ago?”

“”Hey a lot can happen in 5 hours.”

“Very true.”

“How’s the dog thing going?”

“We checked at the shelter and they said it could take up to maybe a week?” Isaiah answered as he ran a hand through his hair, “But otherwise we just visited to check out the dogs. It’s hard to pick just one.”

“Uuuugh, it makes me so sad,” you groaned out leaning against the back of Kie’s seat.

“I bet,” Kie laughed.

The drive hadn’t been too long, or as long as you imagined. It took a bit just to get to the other side of the island, then took just a bit more time for Kie to park the mystery machine-esque van at a location that didn’t look like cars were meant to be parked there. You couldn’t peep many other cars, but you could see a group of people making their way further up the beach.

“Just follow me,” Kie instructed and you and your brother looked at each other before following after her.

It was a bit of a walk but soon enough, after crossing over a billion dead trees and shit, you got to the part of the beach that was just packed with people. About two or three bonfires had already been lit and there was music blasting out into the open air. It definitely wasn’t what you were used to but you weren’t going to complain. The sun was quickly setting though it seemed that people had been arriving far earlier than this point.

“Hey!” Kie called out and led you over to the center of the party. Groups of people were lined up and you noticed Kie’s friends, the Pogues, were manning the keg, handing off filled red solo cups to both under aged and of aged people. You were pretty sure you’d spotted a middle aged man lingering about in the crowd.

“Heey!!” JJ was clearly further along than most others. You raised a brow as he climbed up onto a branch and called for everyone’s attention.

“Alright hey! Everyone these two, right here,” JJ motioned to you and your brother, “Are new to the island! Alright, new to permanent residency, so not tourons!”

You let out a laugh as JJ tried his damned hardest to explain to the crowd (who were not listening) what the difference was between you and the so called Tourons.

“JJ! Get the hell down, you idiot,” Kie scolded and JJ only laughed before he jumped off of the thing he had climbed.

“Here you go,” John B nodded as he handed Isaiah a red solo cup. The boy nodded in thanks, taking a drink as he looked around. You scoffed as you noted the familiar look in his eye. That look that meant someone had already caught his interest.

“I’m gonna head over there,” he told you absentmindedly and you only shook him off.

“Go crazy,” you told him and he was sauntering off.

“For the lady?” John B offered and you purse your lips before shaking your head.

“Um no thanks, you guys smoke?” you questioned and John B raised his brows before turning to look at JJ.

“JJ,” John b called and the blonde made his way over. He put an arm around John B and licked his lips as he looked you up and down, similar to how he had done earlier in the day. You shot him a look and your eyes lingered on one another for a second longer before JJ turned to John B.

“John B, my man, what’s up?” JJ questioned and John B gestured to you.

“(Y/N)’s trying to smoke,” he informed and JJ nodded in understanding and excitement.

“Well of course,” JJ insisted before he offered you an arm, you looped your arm around his and he began to lead you away, “You look beautiful by the way. Just need to get that in there. Love the butterflies.”

You let out a laugh at that and shot Kie a look. Kie rolled her eyes though the smile on her face reassured you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, uh we usually have a smoke circle going for anyone who just wants to hang. You know, away from all the dancing and shit. I think the Kooks do like lines of coke over there if that’s what you want,” JJ explained as he led you to one of the other bonfires that had been started.

“Noted,” you drawled as JJ jumped over a log and helped you over.

The circle of teens and young adults all greeted JJ and he grinned at them as he helped you settle down.

“Pass me that shit,” JJ ordered and the girl holding the blunt shot him a look but handed it to him anyway. JJ took a hit before offering it to you. You nodded in thanks as you took it between your thumb and pointer. Taking a long drag you let it settle for a moment before you blew out O’s.

“Oohohoho shit,” JJ hyped up and you grinned as a few of the others clapped.

“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed playfully before you passed it to the person beside you.

“Uh hi, I’m Max by the way,” one of the boys across from you introduced and you waved to him.

“(Y/N).”

A few others introduced themselves to you, though the rest were so gone you didn’t expect them to say much.

“So (Y/N) how’s the island for you so far?” JJ asked and he leaned back to look at you.

“It’s like my 2nd day here,” you informed him and the group laughed.

“Ok but that’s like perfect, first impressions are the basis for everything. Plus, it’s your second day and you're here, I’d say that’s a pretty good first impression,” some kid said and you chuckled.

“I guess so.”

“By the way, your outfit, your make up, your whole,” the girl beside JJ gestured to the entirety of you, “looks fucking amazing. I love that. I only pray for that beauty and confidence.”

“Ok relax, you’re literally gorgeous,” you complimented before you took another hit of the blunt that was making it’s way around.

“Bet it’s nothing like California,” JJ raised his brows and you scoffed.

“Absolutely not. This whole island vibe thing is so far from what it was like back home. Even your parties don’t match up,” at that comment the group began to protest though you weren’t having any of it. As chill as everyone seemed to be so far, it was just different back in California. It was brighter, crazier, dirtier, and everything in between and you expressed that to them.

“Oh dirtier,” JJ wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed. The lightness of your head indicated that the blunt was definitely hitting.

“Shut up,” you laughed out as you gave him a playful shove. JJ gave you a wide grin and you tilted your head at the dazed look in his eye. You wondered how far gone this boy was.

“Yo, are you trying to dance right now?” one of the girls, you couldn’t remember her name, questioned though it was leaning more toward a demand than an actual inquisition.

“Sure if you want,” you shrugged and you stood from where you were seated on the sandy log. You missed how JJ’s eyes followed after you. He watched as you and the girl held hands and made your way into the crowd of dancing people. Some song was playing though he could barely make out the lyrics. The base was loud enough to let people know how to move though.

“Oh shit I love this song!” Someone screeched and JJ wondered how they could even tell what the song was.

His eyes drifted around though they found themselves back to your form. You and that girl were now dancing face to face, your legs crossing over one another’s. JJ couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched your hips move in the dress you were wearing.

His mouth was ridiculously dry.

You jumped as you felt hands settle on your waist and though you weren’t too sure about dancing with some random guy at the moment you shot the girl (Lily? Emily? Annalee??) a look and she looked over your shoulder for a split second before she shot you a grin and a subtle thumbs up. You grinned, the prospect kinda funny to you before you began to grind back against whoever was holding you. Their hold tightened around you and you put one hand over their right and reached back with your left to run your hands through his hair.

The two of you grinded to the music and you laughed as the boy settled his chin on your shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on your neck. Perhaps you were underestimating this island just a little bit.

As the song began to transition into the next one you took the moment to look over your shoulder. Blinking up at the boy you grinned.

“Hi!”

Jeez, why were there so many cute guys on this island?

“Rafe!”

“Sorry?”

“I’m Rafe!” the boy shouted once more and you nodded. That sounded kinda familiar.

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Won’t You Stay (Part 17)

Summary: The reader and Jensen finally attend the premiere of The Dark Woods and the reader is more than nervous...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy! 

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Six Months Later

“How’s my hair?” you asked as you spun around in the bedroom. You’d gone for an updo, figured it would go better with your somewhat elegant, somewhat sassy dress. Then again, you still felt like it looked off and were regretting not hiring someone to stop by and do your hair and makeup for you. Or pick out the dress. God it looked horrible. You should have used the guy your parents always did for this sort of thing.

“Oh wow,” said Jensen and you caught him staring at your ass in the mirror. “Excellent choice in underwear.”

“Jens,” you said, whacking his arm. “Movie premiere. I’m only freaking the fuck out for like a gajillion reasons today.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you said, heading into the bathroom.

“No, no,” he said, catching your arm. “Deep breaths, honey. Relax. It’s going to be amazing.”

“There’s going to be so many critics there tonight,” you said. “It sucks. It sucks so bad. I’m going to get like zero stars.”

“It doesn’t suck. It’s going to be great and I can’t wait to finally see it. I am so fucking excited and you should be too,” he said. 

“Or we could skip and move to the middle of nowhere and never show our faces in broad daylight again,” you said. “I like that option.”

“Y/N. We’re going. The studio and test audiences loved it from what you said. We are going to have fun tonight and celebrate all of your hard work whether you like it or not,” he said.

“Agh,” you groaned, your intercom buzzer going off. “No! I’m not even dressed.”

“Then, unfortunately for me, you need to put on some clothes,” he said. You whined and he walked you into your closet, grabbing your new dress off the rack. “Been dying to see you in this.”

There was a knock at your door and you sighed.

“I’ll get it,” he said as he left, pulling the bedroom door shut. You groaned and stepped into the dress, pulling up the zipper before you carried your heels out to the bedroom. You got one of your feet done by the time Jensen was coming back in, the door only going halfway before he was pausing.

You stared at him as you grunted and put on the other one, standing up and flattening out the material. 

“Alright. How bad is it?”

“Fuck me running,” he said, a smile on his face. “You look hotter than normal which is saying something.”

“I do not,” you said, grabbing your clutch and walking out into the apartment. Your dad was by the front door in his tux, looking you up and down. “What do you think?”

“I’d be careful of Jay drooling on you,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he smiled. “You look very nice. Now can we go? You don’t want to be late to your own party.”

“Can I just like, sneak in the back? I can’t do interviews. Or pictures. Why do you think I was always unavailable,” you said.

“Sorry, sweetie. No more hiding now.”

“Oh thank God,” you said when you finally got into the venue two hours later and a server came by with some wine. “You’re a saint.”

“Rough day,” said Jensen when the server just stared at you. Jensen walked you away to a quiet corner and you chugged your glass, Anthony wandering over with a smirk. 

“Aren’t you supposed to savor wine or something?” he asked.

“She’s freaking out just a bit Anthony,” said Jensen.

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” he said. “Over what? Isn’t the hard part done?”

“This could be horrendous. People might not like it and-” you said, Jensen putting a finger to your lips.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s great. Right, Anthony?”

“It’s probably alright,” he said with a shrug.

“What’s alright?” asked Ella as she walked over.

“Y/N’s movie,” said Anthony. “I said it probably wouldn’t be horrible.”

“You are such a shit,” said Ella. “Y/N, I’m sure it’s only kinda bad.”

“Fuck both of you,” you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah but you smiled so we won,” mumbled Jensen against your ear before throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You two clean up well. You’re only slightly horrific now.”

“Remember when we thought he was hot?” said Ella.

“How naive we were,” said Anthony.

“Still hot,” you said.

“Still hot,” said Jensen with a smirk.

“You could do worse,” said Ella. 

“She could do better,” said Anthony. Jensen raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “I’m teasing.”

“Oh, you better. Who covered for you last month with your parents while you and Nolan got up to no good, hm?” he said.

“Y/N I meant good choice on boyfriend,” said Anthony.

“Better,” said Jensen, Anthony getting pulled away by your mom to say hi to someone. Ella rubbed her arm, tugging on her dress to cover her shoulder. “Cold? You can have my jacket.”

“Should have worn a dress with sleeves,” she mumbled, putting her hand over her scar she had from the car accident.

“Guys kinda dig chicks with scars, El,” said Jensen. She stared up at him and he nodded. “I’m serious.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said.

“Colin Layton is checking you out,” he said, smirking as he glanced across the room. Ella spun around and practically dropped her jaw. “He’s that guy in all those magazines you read, right? The one you have a huge crush on?”

“He’s nineteen,” you said, putting a hand on your hip. “She is not.”

“I didn’t say to go makeout with him,” chuckled Jensen. “All I’m saying is that boys are simpler creatures than you might think. We like badass chicks.”

“She’s a badass?” said Ella, pointing at you.

“She did dive in a burning car for you without a second thought,” said Jensen.

“That’s kind of a badass move,” she mumbled.

“Told you so,” he said, swallowing when you both saw Bryerson walk over with your dad.

“Mr. Bryerson,” you said, Ella quickly getting out of there.

“Where’s Anthony? One of your kids has to not be afraid of me,” he chuckled to your dad. “Y/N, Jensen. Enjoying yourselves?” 

“Mhm,” you both hummed.

“They’ll get the hang of this eventually,” said your dad with a laugh.

“I hope so. We’re set to make at least three more movies after this one, aren’t we?” he said. “The studio is very interested in forming a long lasting partnership with you two kids.”

“Us?” you said, hearing Jensen echo the sentiment.

“Well Jensen, you’re a hell of an actor with a wide range and you got the looks. You hit all the beats. People notice,” he said, turning to you. “You are very good as well. I’ve seen the movie. It made me go buy the book actually.”

“Thank you,” you said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I hear you’ve written other things that are in the process of publishing,” he said. 

“Oh it’s not really good,” you said.

“Yes, they are,” said your dad and Jensen.

“I’m going to have to go with majority rules here,” said Bryerson. “The studio would be interested in locking down film rights for your other works.”

“I haven’t even published them yet. Some no one besides my editor or these guys have seen,” you said.

“We’re still interested. We’ll talk business another time though,” he smiled. “Tonight enjoy yourselves. You two get up to a reasonable amount of trouble. Oh and everyone loves the couple thing by the way. People love when onscreen couples end up falling in love in real life. Very adorable.”

“I know, they are so cute,” said your dad. You rolled your eyes and got a laugh out of Bryerson.

“Hey, let’s go say hey to my Katie. It’s my turn to embarrass my kiddos,” said Bryerson.

“She still have a crush on me?” laughed your dad as they walked away.

“I don’t think I could ever do that,” you said. “Schmooze with Bryerson.”

“Me either,” said Jensen. “But hey, you can make more movies if you want for like...ever.”

“Yeah but part of the fun was working on this with you and my dad,” you said. “You can’t be in every single movie I make.”

“No but I can be in my favorite stories of yours,” he teased. You smirked and got a peck on the lips. “Want to go mingle?”

“I want that buffalo chicken on a stick thing,” you said. “And to avoid people.”

“That’s my girl,” he said. You started to head towards the food table when someone caught your arm.

“Alright, I got the director and young actor guy,” said a man in a suit into an earpiece. You and Jensen looked at one another before he was waving you both to go with him. “Yup, the both of you need to come with me for pre-premiere prep. In ten minutes it’s showtime.”

Fifteen minutes later you were the only one up on stage, feeling like a fish out of water and wishing you had one of Jensen’s baseball caps to hide your face under.

“So...please enjoy the movie?” you said, getting a laugh from the theater as you popped back up the rows and towards your seat, settling in between Jensen and your dad. 

“Proud of you, kiddo,” whispered your dad.

“You haven’t seen it yet,” you said.

“I’m still proud,” he said. 

“Thanks dad,” you said as the theater grew dark. 

“I snuck in candy,” said Jensen, pulling out a pack of gummy bears and offering you some.

“I am not surprised. You’d combust if you didn’t get your daily gummy bear fix,” you said. You took a few and sunk down in your seat, taking a deep breath. The room was quiet as the film started to play and you got flashes of running, a few titles popping up.

You bit your bottom lip as the opening scene played out, smirking as you felt the tension rising in the room. Even if people had read the book and knew how it played out, you were still expecting a surprise out of them. You looked over and Jensen was smiling as he watched, counting the beats on his fingers, knowing what was coming before he pointed at the screen.

The whole room jumped when your dad popped up on screen looking a whole lot of menacing before cutting to the main title.

“That was awesome,” whispered Jensen, pecking you on the cheek. “I told you it would turn out great, honey.”

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A/N: Read Part 18 here!

[chittsu]

haechan as your wedding date

because of my personal struggles with finding a boy naive enough to go to my sister's wedding with me, I came to the conclusion that Hyuck would be an amazing partner for that (not that he's naive) and I'm gonna prove my point below while adding a cute plot to it because I can

haechan x reader; fluff? FLUFF; comedy?? top-level trust me; CHEESY; 4.2 k??????? I don’t know how it happened

enjoy! :)

he's been your friend for years now, even though both of you are pretty sassy and can't go an hour without fighting at least once

but that's also what makes you two such a good duo - your friendship is based on jokes, pranks and overall positive and fun vibes and it's entertaining for everyone around

when you find yourself in a position of not having anyone to go with you to a wedding (and your family basically begs you to finally show aunt Matilda that you are dateable), you offer him this amazing position of your date

he accepts, of course, by saying that it's because of free food but in reality, he just likes spending time with you in any way

so the day comes and SURPRISE you're late with everything

you have makeup to finish and your bag to pack when you hear someone knocking on the door, followed by mocking 'your date arrived!!!'

you yell at him to come in because when you're in a hurry -you're not happy and it shows

you hear him saying something about how you should be nicer to a guy who saves you from disappointing your whole family and if you weren't applying your lipstick, you would probably attack him by now

haechan feels at home in your apartment so he's casually rummaging through your stuff in the bedroom while you're finishing your look

you get to see his silhouette through the crack in your door

he's showing his side profile to you while one of his knees is resting on your bed and he's holding the family photo you keep on your nightstand, probably studying faces of the people he's about to meet

and let me tell you, he looks GOOD

it wasn't surprising or new that you found Hyuck attractive because even you can't lie to yourself that much

but in this grey checked suit paired with a white shirt (he even unbuttoned a few buttons at the top) complimented by his tanned skin and his light hair parted in the middle..................

you were thankful you peeked through that crack so you had some more time to prepare yourself to look him in the face

and you were just so proud of your decision to ask him out because aunt Matilda is going to take back everything she said and BEG for forgiveness as soon as she sees him

ANYWAYS

you finally leave the bathroom while Hyuck is commenting on the photo chuckling 'I don't know who this man is but you definitely got your calves from him'

'that's our neighbour and now I'm concerned'

he looks at you, finally noticing you're out of the bathroom and he stops functioning for a moment

or two moments, while he scans the way you look

you kinda expect him to compliment you because that pink gown was expensive so it would be nice to hear something good from him

but it's haechan so what he says is

'luckily no one can see your calves in this dress'

:)

'that's exactly why I bought it' you say through gritted teeth

but when you look at him again, he has this grin on his face that he's trying to fight back and suddenly he looks at the ground and turns around to put the photo back while clearing his throat a little too loudly

FINALLY you decided to get going because - reminder - you're very late and your mom won't be content about this

driving was full of you telling embarrassing stories about your family members so that Hyuck feels more relaxed and to provide him with some tea

so fast forward to the wedding

you two managed to get to the church, find a place to sit in the back and laugh at the bride who started crying while saying the vows

after the ceremony, everyone started gathering in front of the church and that was the most stressful moment - your parents approaching

but after a few seconds you laugh at your own self for being stressed about Hyuck meeting your parents - he's such a charming person that knows exactly what to say to win hearts of others and it never fails - even with your parents

you're pretty sure your mom fell in love with him as soon as he smiled at her

so after a short conversation and a few jokes here and there, your parents leave the two of you with your dad patting Hyuck's arm and your mom looking absolutely delighted

'now it's time for you to praise my wooing skills' he says confidently with his eyebrow raised

'they would love anyone naive enough to come here with me but yeah good work'

Hyuck doesn't find it as funny as you think; every joke you make about being unloveable just stirs something inside of him

but before he has the time to react, you know who shows up

you know it

say it with me

AUNT MATILDA :))))))))

you don't have the time to warn Hyuck so you just grab his hand instinctively and give it a squeeze

you don't know that you just made his brain malfunction for the second time today

then..... aunt Matilda activates

'oh sweetie, after so many years i finally see a boy next to you, such a strange view, you always said you didn't need anyone and now??? aren't you working all the time? i thought you never leave the house....'''

you told Hyuck not to talk to her too much, that it's enough if he just shows up but how could he stand still in this situation

so he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly which surprisingly makes your aunt shut up and your heart speed up

'miss, thanks for your concern. y/n is doing great at her job and university, she works very hard, is beautiful and independent WHILE still managing to have lots of friends and a boyfriend, right cupcake?' and he looks at you sweetly

and you're already smiling at him because it's just so entertaining

'couldn't agree more baby boo'

so aunt Matilda is taken aback but she manages to force a smile before running away like the coward she is

and as you watch her leave, you say to Hyuck whose hand is still intertwined with yours 'I guess your job is done here'

and he says 'great because there's this comedy on TV i really wanted to watch today'

'but you wouldn't leave your cupcake alone, right?'

you smirk at him while taking your hand away from him and he can only cringe at those words

PARTY TIME

first of all, you both had to eat a lot so for the first hour you just kept on eating and the only conversation you have is 'have you tried this?' or 'you have to taste it' (in Ten's voice)

you introduced Hyuck to all of the cooler cousins you had

not like you really wanted to - they shouldn't get too used to him after all - but Matilda spread her word and now people just wanted to meet your boyfriend

thankfully, everyone hated Matilda so you could tell them you're not really together without being afraid of getting caught

every time someone asks if you're together you tell them 'um I don't need that kind of stress in my life'

they still don’t believe you OR they tell you that you may not be a couple yet but you definitely will

and then a bunch of your family members basically drags you two to dance with them in a circle

and the alcohol you drank makes you more adventurous than usually + the fact that all of your childhood friends are here with you has you dancing your heart out

and Hyuck is hyping you up on the side and he's watching you and laughing at you

but his laugh fades when a random guy asks you to dance with him

so he gives him like 10 solid seconds of holding you in his arms before he snatches you away

Haechan is a great dancer

he's so light with his moves and he can control every move perfectly, as well as yours

so even if you can't dance, with him dancing is fun and it works and it looks like you took dancing classes for the past 2 years

he would definitely be the type to sing along while dancing so just imagine his singing voice right next to your ear while you're dancing to a slower song

and then with more upbeat songs you two would have some kind of a lipsyncing battle and would just go crazy with facial expressions and air guitars

he would try new moves all the time and most of them would fail terribly at first but as long as you don't break your arms and you laugh it's completely fine

he would soon be stolen from you by every confident female guest who spent their time watching you two with envy

and you wait for him at your table, smiling like an idiot while watching him dance or in the arms of one of your cousins on the dance floor

and he looks at you every 5 seconds and smiles or sings or shouts something like he can't go on a moment without you

and your dancing partners are just like 'alright alright, go to him/her if you want to so much'

and you're like 'what we're just friends'

and they laugh in your faces

understandable because the chemistry you have?? when the two of you talk together, it's like nothing else matters

whenever Hyuck says something to you he has this grin on his face that he can't wipe off and he's embarrassed by it but he accepts it because he knows you have to try hard not to smile as well

he's either hyping up everything you say or make fun of you, there's no in-between

and every guest that met him says that they can instantly see why you chose him because you're just so perfect together

and they remember your past partners and everyone says that with Hyuck you can finally be truly yourself

everyone loves his jokes and remarks and he became so popular among your family members that you're starting to get scared about all this

they just love him

you joke you're almost jealous of all the attention but you're not surprised at all

like, he's the type to ask your mom to dance with him and he immediately became friends with your dad while talking about your embarrassing childhood stories and talk with your cousin about martial arts in the next second and he suddenly has nicknames for your siblings and they all call him Donghyuckie??

it's all a little crazy and as much as you love it, you start getting a little uncomfortable because - he's not your boyfriend and everyone's getting so used to him that it will be hard to explain to them why you're not together

hell, just imagine all those questions at every family meeting

and you can't really think right now with all that music and multiple conversations happening around you

so you decide to take advantage of Hyuck currently talking with your uncle and you go outside to get some fresh air

you find a perfect spot that surprisingly is empty, so you sit on a bench and enjoy the chilly breeze

you look up to the moon and wonder what's Taeil doing

and you look down on your hand that still remembers the touch of Hyuck's lips

you frown a little, knowing that it's too dangerous to think about this day as if something has changed between the both of you; he is just helping you today as a friend

but part of you knows that when you asked him to come here with you, you were hoping for something to change

you were single for a long time and you claimed that it made you happy

but it was bearable only because of Hyuck and the fact that he was always beside you

and when Taeyong once asked you who is your ideal type, you had to think hard about it because you didn't like the first answer that came to your mind

Donghyuck

you didn't want it to seem like your friendship isn't genuine just because you're developing feelings and you're hoping for something to happen between the both of you so you never said anything to anyone

you laughed suddenly

this alcohol you drank really messed you up just now wow

you were just thinking about what Taeil is doing, how did you end up here

you felt something on your shoulders and you recognized it was Hyuck's blazer

'how could you leave me in the same room as aunt Matilda ALONE'

you turn around to see Hyuck looking down at you with his arms crossed

'she's already scared of you so don't worry, you're safe'

'she sure wasn't scared when she asked me to dance with her 4 minutes ago'

that made you burst out laughing and you regretted not seeing that so so so much

Hyuck sat down next to you and tried to be serious to convince you that it wasn't funny at all but he had to laugh when you laughed

he stopped laughing a second before you so when you finally opened your eyes, you were taken aback seeing how serious he was suddenly

'what'

'I just feel sorry for you. every guy you bring home from now on will be compared to me and, spoiler alert, none of them will win that battle'

'johnny'

'good point but still you shouldn't hurt my feelings like that, I'm a sensitive guy underneath that very cool and attractive attitude'

'I love you and all but Johnny's tall and handsome, and well mannered and his smile is just..'

'OKAY OKAY Johnny is a God but I'm the one here with you right now, not him and that proves something so stop talking now'

'make me'

and you regret saying that immediately because it sounded way too flirty and provocative

and Hyuck just looks at you and you want him to laugh it off but his face is getting closer to yours suddenly

'as you wish'

and you can't believe that he is even more beautiful up close

you take a quick look at his slightly parted lips before gaining composure again

but nothing happens, he stops and smirks proudly

'my beauty makes you speechless and you want to convince me you would rather be here with Johnny?'

you can't find a good response to that so you just let your lips form a smile of acknowledgement

'also you were totally waiting for me to kiss you just now'

that catches you off the guard and when you see how proud he is with himself, you just can't let him triumph

'you know what, actually every boy will win with you in comparison as long as he's my real boyfriend'

'that's a weak argument, I could easily be your boyfriend if I haven't failed to ask you out so many times'

.........

you just look at each other with serious, almost shocked expressions

he's panicking inside because that was not meant to be said oh no

the awkwardness is real

and he's the one to speak before you can ask any questions

'okaaaaaaaaay actually I came here to tell you that the cake is going to be served so let's get going'

and he basically runs away

and you go after him, even though you're very confused right now

but the cake is tasty

the problem is, suddenly Hyuck is very awkward around you and when you look at him, he turns his head the other way or starts talking to someone else

and your mom immediately asks you 'what have you done'

and you even lose him for like, 30 minutes

but eventually, he finds you next to the bar because where else would you be

he puts his hand on your waist

he probably doesn't notice that but you sure do

'I thought you left with that dancing king from before'

and you turn to look at him and your faces are really close right now, your noses could brush against each other any second now

and his mind malfunctions for the 753rd time today

and you smirk

'oh, did my beauty just make you speechless?'

and he turns away from you, hiding his smile with his fist acknowledging this joke

but again, he can't let you have it

so he looks at you, his eyes squinting

'do you know why I haven't been drinking today? because I'm already drunk on the way you look tonight WOOOO'

'wow is there a paper bag somewhere near here?' you say pretending to be strongly disgusted as Renjun taught you

and you just roll your eyes while he's so proud with himself that he puts his hands on his hips and starts pacing to get over that line with this STUPID smile on his face

and you feel like you're both 8 years old

and you're glad that he's back to his usual self even though there's this slight disappointment? jokes like that are completely normal between you two but what he said in the garden seemed too genuine to just dismiss like that

'want a drink? I'll pay'

'everything's free here Hyuck'

'EXACTLY'

'you're way too nice to me today, I'm gonna be so disappointed when it all ends tomorrow'

'what do you mean, I'm ALWAYS nice to you'

'especially when you laugh at my calves when there's nothing even wrong with them, have you seen Doyoung's???'

and with that everything is how it used to be and you spend the rest of the night dancing, eating and laughing

but when you both realize you're extremely tired, it's time to say your last goodbyes to everyone and yes, it's awkward as hell because suddenly every member of your family is inviting Hyuck for dinner

and the worst thing is that they don't even care if you come with him??

so when you're finally next to his car you have to complain

'you stole my family, this friendship is cancelled'

'finally!!!!'

you gasp dramatically and you're expecting him to laugh at you or play along but hmmmmmm

he's kinda serious, there's just this little smile playing on his lips and he takes a step forward

and he reaches out for your hand

and just stares at your hands intertwined together as if they were made for each other

you stop breathing for a moment and your heart wants to jump out of your chest; this situation confuses you but you're trying to stay calm

and then he says

'since I already kinda exposed myself earlier... and you're a little drunk... this seems like the perfect occasion to tell you the truth'

'first of all I'm not drunk but even if I was, are you hoping that I forget about it tomorrow because-"

he looks straight into your eyes with an annoyed expression before pressing his lips on yours

have you ever seen fireworks? because they exploded everywhere at that moment

and your chest feels so heavy with this new feeling you can’t explain but you let your body relax and get used to it

Hyuck's hand finds its way to your neck and he takes a step forward to be closer before pulling away from you a few moments later

and for a second no one says anything

he rests his forehead on yours, his hand is still on your neck

this moment feels so good that none of you wants to ruin it by saying anything or moving

but eventually, it has to end

Hyuck looks at you and you can't even imagine everything that's going through his mind right now; he's scared that he made the biggest mistake of his life right now but why does it feel like it was also his best decision?

he's so unsure of what to say or do now, his spontaneity suddenly left him

'you could have just told me to shut up' you say with a smile playing on your lips

he just lets out a laugh and all of his worries disappear; his smiling from ear to ear and for a moment, he's looking everywhere but on you while shaking his head

'hey, focus, you were supposed to tell me the truth, i have no idea what that could be about' you continue teasing him but you have the same stupid smile as him on your face

he lets out a heavy sigh and finally looks at you while cupping your face in his hands

'the truth is I know that you're totally whipped for me so I just made your confession easier for you, you can start now'

'wow that took an unexpected turn'

'you didn't expect me to say a monologue about how wonderful you are, right?'

'I know I won't hear it from you unless aunt Matilda stands in front of us but a girl can dream, right?'

'I thought that the way I look at you would be enough for you to know how I feel'

'it wasn't so explain now'

'you just love making me suffer huh'

so yeah, if you expected a proper confession from Haechan then I'm really sorry but it's not happening

speaking about his feelings isn't easy for him unless he turns it into jokes

but it's not disappointing, it just so 'you'

'wait but does it all mean that if I annoyed you yesterday and you kissed me to shut me up... i wouldn't have to lie to aunt Matilda today?'

'see? it's all your fault, you turned yourself into a liar just because you were a coward before'

'me??? a coward?? I think I heard you saying you failed to ask me out many times before'

'it's the 21st century, you can't wait for men to do everything for you, you could have asked first'

'OKAY okay I'll be your girlfriend if you're insisting so much'

he bursts out laughing and you do too and then he pretends to call his mom to brag that he FINALLY got himself a girlfriend

and you kiss him again and again and again and he smiles in between kisses and then you both start giggling and it's all just so amazing and fresh

then he hugs you tight and he rests his chin on the top of your head and it's just a truly happy moment for you two

and when you finally drive back to your apartment, Hyuck takes you hand in his and is basically a giggly mess the whole time

he occasionally kisses your hand just as he did before and you can already tell that will be the death of you but that's your favourite thing now

and you start asking each other embarrassing questions like what did you like about each other first or when did you start having a crush on me but you quickly stop because you realize how stupid you were all this time

and just like that, aunt Matilda created this power couple

and your friends aren't even surprised

only Ten doesn't like that idea because, let me quote: 'oh no I lost a bet, I said that you wouldn't get together till you're both thirty'

and you say 'by thirty we will already be divorced'

and Hyuck gets so offended by this, he goes to Taeil and lets out those fake sobs saying that he should have just stayed single forever like his big hyung

and Taeil doesn't find it funny

but basically, nothing changes between you two and you love it; well, nothing except now you kiss and hug and hold hands 

and you still look at each other with the same spark in your eyes and you still have the same stupid grins on your faces when you're talking together

and you still fight a lot but that's a tradition okay, that’s what makes you you

so yeah, Haechan is the perfect wedding date, I think that proved my point

just a disclaimer: I'm sorry to all Matildas :< disclaimer 2: if you liked it and you want more, you can read this tinder au with Doyoung or Lucas or this college!au with Taeil :) disclaimer 3: pls leave a like or reblog if you managed to read this whole thing to make me smile 

[cozywritings]

Stitches: ch1

Summary: Transferring to a new college two years in seemed crazy, but so was being a fashion major that was being double housed in a dorm building with medical majors. Meeting Shawn was a bonus to the arrangement, and everything else that happens, well, that was just fate. 

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Explaining to people that you were going to college for fashion merchandising was always a fun conversation. You usually got weird stares or the famous question “what can you do with that?” But that’s what you wanted to to. So now here you stood, in front of your dorm hall, your final suitcase in hand as you took it all in, in it’s old beige bricked glory.

For the next two years, this was your home, and as much as you’d miss seeing your family every day, you’ve lived with them for the first 20 years of your life.

When your parents dropped you off, your mom told you “Don’t think I don’t want updates every night during dinner, especially about boys. And classes. But mostly boys.” She’s always been very pushy about you having a boyfriend. Or at least one that treated you correctly.

Since you were a transfer, luckily you didn’t have to live by the usual first year dorm rules. So while you were required to spend at least a semester in a dorm, you could choose a single room., so you were on the housing website at midnight on choosing day. Sure it was more expensive than a double occupany, but your college fund your parents set up paid for your tuition, so you got one of the lucky single rooms. Considering your odd sleeping habits, your need to listen to music while you study, and a few personal reasons,  it was really best for everyone that you had a single room. Plus, now you could binge watch Gossip Girl and Project Runway on repeat without judgement.

What you just learned, however, was that your dorm was one of the few on campus that was housed by two majors. Usually they try to keep students together by major so studying is easier, but yours wasn’t just fashion majors, you were sharing a dorm with med students. Which was an odd combination, but the biology building was on one side of the dorm and the business building was on the other, and fashion majors were required to have a business minor. So it made logical sense in terms of location.

Walking into your new room, you saw all the opportunities for decor. The walls were totally bare, the bed was light enough for you to easily move it around the room, and there was a small package of dorm safe hanging hooks on the desk in the corner, along with a list of things that you were allowed to do and what was restricted.

Dropping your suitcase to the floor, you walked over to the desk and began reading your list to see if you could get a mini fridge.however, a soft knock on your door startled you, and you dropped the paper, letting it flitter down to the carpet.

You opened the door to see a tall brunette holding out a small gift bag and giving you a really nervous smile. “Hi, I’m Emily. I live just down the hall and I, uh, wanted to drop this off.” She looked at you with big eyes as you took the bag from her and smiled. “It’s got um, some popcorn and a bottle of soda in it and a few snacks and stuff. Oh! And a few school supplies.”

She was obviously very nervous, a freshamn. Technically you were too, but you understood being 18 and trying to make friends in college. Even if your first two years where at a comminuty college. She was probably doing this to meet new people and try to find some friends.

“Hi. Thank you so much! This is actually really cute and I love Dr. Pepper, it remonds me of home. It’s really nice to meet you.” The two of you finished your introductions. You learned that she was a first year med student, and that the RA’s were showing a movie being the hall’s big study loft tonight, and that’s why she put the snack bags together.

“So I guess I’ll see you tonight?” She asked, excited to have a new friend.

“Of course! I love Pretty Woman, it’s one of my absolute favorites.” Emily squealed and clapped her hands before walking off the deliver the rest of her treats the other residents. “Oh and Emily, if you ever need anything, I’m always here. Just be sure to knock twice so I know it’s you.” Her smile got even bigger, if that was possible.

“Thank you so much! You’re so sweet. I’ll see you tonight!” After waving goodbye, you closed you door and looked around your empty room again, thanking the gods you had a whole room and bathroom to yourself. You’d never lived alone before, well technically you weren’t alone, but it was close enough.

Wondering out loud to yourself you asked. “What am I going to do in here?” You eventually decided you thought the desk would look better by the window, for a pretty view while studying, and the bed would be best on the opposite wall. Tha t would make it easier to see your tv that you’s put on your dresser. When you were able to find someone to lift that heavy thing onto it, and how you were going to move it all, you had no idea. But for now you could at least plan out where the rest of your things could go, and put up the things you knew wouldn’t be in the way of the rearranging.

Things were going along rather smoothly until you heard a loud thud against the outside of your door. Opening it carefully, a tall guy with glasses tumbled into your room. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry I stumbled over my own two feet.” He laughed, face a bright pink in embarassment.

“Oh, no, It’s alright, are you okay?” you asked and he stood up and nodded, brushing off his jeans.

“Yeah I’m good, I just have two left feet and the world’s worst balance. I’m Kyle by the way!” He smiled, sticking out a hand. You gave him the same intro you gave to Emily, he was also a fashion merchandising major, the first one you’ve met today. “So if you need any help just come get me. I took most of the intro classes already so I can give you my notes. If you’d like.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much. Are you going to this movie thing tonight?” You asked, hoping he’d join and Emily wouldn’t be ubset that you brought an extra person.

“Yeah, who would pass up a movie night? Also it’s got pizza and snacks and it’s kinda just a greeting party. Last year’s was really cool.” You talked for a few more minutes before saying goodbye after sharing phone numbers, then you were left to get ready. This thing seemed like it would have a lot more people than you thought, so you decided to take a shower after working on your room.

A few hours later, and your bedroom was now fully put together, kind of. You made sure that your sheets where clean and your bed was freshly made with the brand new white quilt your mom got you. All of your school supplies were put away respectively, and your clothes were all put in the small dresser and closet.

After taking your shower you called your mom. “Hey sweetie. All moved in and comfy?” She asked, excited for you. She was a little bummed that she wasn’t able to stay and help you unpack, but her job was demanding, and you understood. Besides, you had to grow up eventually.

“Yeah. I just took a shower. They’re playing Pretty Woman in the loft tonight so I’m going to go watch it. It’s like I never even left home honestly. That’s probably exactly what I’d be doing tonight anyways.” She laughed, knowing how you watched this movie almost every weekend and it eventually became a family tradition on Friday nights.

“Oh honey I miss you so much already! Your room is all empty and your father is already talking about a men cave.” She groaned, already fearful of the idea.

“You’re not letting him turn my room into a man cave. That’s stupid.”

“Well duh, he’s lucky I let him put his football stuff up in the living room.”

The two of you talked for a good ten minutes before she brought up the topic of boys. “Well honey, just remember. You’re living with soon to be doctors. Imagine scoring a hot doctor. Like a McDreamy of your own!”

Your mom always watched Grey’s Anatomy with you, and you laughed at her comment. “Okay mom, I’ve gotta get ready. This thing starts in an hour and I’ve got to make sure I look worthy of a hot doctor.” Your mom put your dad on the phone to say goodbye before you hung up and turned your music on, tossing your phone onto your bed.

Your mother's words in mind, you decided to redo your makeup for the movie night. Who knows, you really might just meet someone. But you’re doubtful they’d be interested in you.

Looking yourself over in the mirror, your loose and slightly messy curls, the vintage long sleeve from your cousin, and your black jeans looked presentable enough. Slipping on your vans you grabbed your snacks from Emily and your phone and made your way to the loft.

“Hey, you came!” Emily smiled when you walked in, a group of other students sat around her on the fluffy bean bags and waved with her. Kyle was with them as well, so you made your way over to them. Most of them looked like first years, but then again, so did you.

Emily went around introducing everyone “There’s a few more I know are coming. I met them last, they were talking about coming but I just don’t know where they- oh hey!” Her smile bright as her eyes shifted to look at the new arrivals.

When you turned to look for yourself, you were expecting another freshman, maybe another girl like you, who decided to show up in something other than pyjamas.

However, the person in front of you was not definatelynot a freashman, or female. He was tall and handsome. Extremely handsome. Your fingers twitched in the need to touch the curls on his head and his eyes were the most beautiful thing you’d seen.

His jeans were probably as tight as yours, and you wanted to know what was under that beige hoodie more than anything in the world, but you were getting way ahead of yourself. You hadn’t even spoken to him yet.

“Guys, this is Shawn!” Emily announced “Actually, he lives just across the hall from you.” She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. before she bent down and whispered “he’s also a junior, like you. He’s gonna be a doctor.”

Looking back at the gorgeous man before you, you watched as he grabbed a bag of popcorn and plopped down into the beanbag next to you. “Hey, I’m Shawn. We’re neighbors right? Emily was telling me about you.”

You nodded, unable to speak. “Yeah. I live just across the hall apparently.” His eyes were so pretty, and his smile was unlike anything you’d ever seen. I was almost impossible to not smile with him.

“Yeah I saw you moving in earlier. If you need any help rearranging the room just come ask. I usually study in my room anyways so I’m almost always there.” You nodded, making a mental note to ask him to help you move the tv as well

“How did you know I was thinking about rearranging the room?” You questioned, stealing a few pieces popcorn from the bag that he’d tilted towards you as an offering.

He just shrugged, “When I first moved in I wanted to do it too. I thought the desk would look better by the door, that way I could put my bed by the window so I could look out over the courtyard. Plus the sun in my face really wakes me up” he let out a soft chuckle. It was almost like everything about him was enchanting.

Smirking a little you popped the popcorn into your mouth before speaking again. “I’m going to have to take you up on that offer. I was actually going to rearrange today until I realized I needed some help. So I’m assuming you’re in a single room as well?” He nodded, grabbing a slice of pizza and a water bottle.

“Yeah I got lucky since I’m a junior but also real close to graduating next year with my program internship. l want to specialise in Pediatric Surgery.” You looked over at him in shock. There was no way he was already about to graduate, especially in a field like that. This was a man after your heart. “I know I know, I’m young. But in my 11th and 12th year I ended up at a special center for Medical studies so I got started early. I’m hoping to get into a residency soon, and wow I am talking about myself a lot. What about you?”

You smiled, giving him an earful himself of your love for fashion and how you hoped to one day work in New York, LA or even Paris or Milan. What surprised you was how interested he seemed. It was like he actually cared about what you were telling him as opposed to being obligated to listen to you drone on and on about trends and the color patterns for next fall.

“So, I was thinking tomorrow about going around campus and just finding where everything is. Are there any suggestions for the perfect studying spot? Or where to get the best foor or decaf coffee?” He swallowed his mouth full of pizza before answering.

“I’ll one up you. I’ll show them to you myself.” Before you could say anything else, a dorm adviser announced that they were about to start the movie and the lights went out as the opening credits rolled. When you felt a nudge on your shoulder, you looked over to see Shawn offering you a blanket from the backpack he brought with him, noticing your slight shaking due to the temperature of the room. You didn’t even realise how cold you were until you wrapped it around yourself, whispering a small “Thank you.” You finally situated yourself into the fuzzy bean bag, snuggling into the blue fleece.

You took a deep breath to relax and had to stop yourself from humming at the smell of cologne that lingered on the fabric. It had a nice sandalwood scent mixed with a bit of vanilla and you had to keep from audibly moaning at the smell. So instead you focused on the movie, shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth. Trying to ignore the literal greek god only 6 inches from you on the grey bean bag was nearly impossible, especially since he kept looking over at you.

It was almost midnight when the movie ended, half of the dorm had fallen asleep on the floor, Emily and a few others in the group included. The rest had left right at the end of the movie to sleep in their own beds. To be honest, you weren’t far behind, but there was no way you were getting up, you were wrapped up in this blanket, Shawn falling asleep on your shoulder. You didn’t have to heart to wake him.

Technically you didn’t have classes for another week, so thankfully someone decided to start another movie. It would’ve been boring to try to fall asleep to the main menu repeating over and over until someone decided to turn it off. You smiled as the beginning music of The Great Gatsby filled the large study room. The DiCaprio version would always be the better. So you settled back into the bean bag chair, wrapping yourself tighter into the blanket, deciding to fight sleep in favor of another one of your favorite movies.

Right when Nick walks into the parlor where Jordan and Daisy are lounging, Shawn rolled over in his sleep. At first it was fine, that is, until he kept rolling and ended up halfway on top of you. His head on your shoulder and his arm draped across you, his leg curled up on top of yours as he got comfortable.

You thought about waking him or moving him off, but he looked too peaceful. Too cute. And his body heat mixed with the blanket was keeping you comfortably warm. So you let him stay there, it wasn’t like he was hurting anything.

Throughout the movie, Shawn would move slightly closer. Obviously it wasn’t on purpose, and at one point, Cheryl, another girl you’d met earlier in the night, woke up and offered to help you get out from under him. She said her girlfriend likes to cuddle so  she got really good at sneaking away since she likes to be at the gym by 5am.

“No thanks, I’m pretty comfortable and I wanna finish this movie. But thank you.” She smiled down at you, bidding you a goodnight.

“You just want to bask in the glory of the hot doctor in training sleeping on you.” She whispered, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at you.

Laughing softly, you looked up at her before shifting your eyes back down to Shawn. “You got me. Now go to sleep. You’ve gotta be up early for the gym tomorrow.”

With a laugh and a wave, she walked off, leaving only you and a few others awake to finish the movie. But that suited you just fine. No one to ask questions because they were lost due to their negligence of reading the book.

As the movie came to an end, so did your energy and willpower to stay awake. Looking down at the boy asleep on you and the room full of college students who would probably hate themselves for falling asleep on the floor, you closed your eyes. Joining the rest of the group in slumber, waiting for the aftermath in the morning.

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One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Three! If you’d like to be tagged, please sent an ask or message. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Grieving process. Age Gap. Character pregnancy. Unrequited feelings. Online personality problems. Guilt. I believe that is all.

Word Count: Roughly 2,700

“Hi, there,” The woman giggled into the mic as Jensen played up the flirty eyebrow bounce and cheesy smile that would be cast over Tumblr within twenty four hours.

He was finished after that final panel, for the trip. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower and catching some sleep. His mind was still reeling from the news he'd been given that morning, but he couldn't focus on that. So, he buried himself behind that charming persona he'd created.

“Dude, leave her alone...she wants me,” Jared smoothed his thick, long, chestnut locks in a way that caused thirsty cries from all around. He cackled as his friend mock frowned his way; unimpressed at the turn of attention. Earning the familiar high pitched laugh from the crowd in front of them.

It was easy to play into their hands. To take the nerves that came with being shy and put it towards acting like a dork with his best friend. He appreciated the disguise more than he'd ever say. Letting it mask the worry and fear he could feel churning inside of him when it was too quiet for long.

“Actually, my question is for Jensen-”

“Ha!” The mentioned man in question leaned forward at the barked utterance, pretending to gloat. Smugly bouncing his brows at Padalecki.

With a deep, regretful sigh, the taller of the two settled back in his chair; wrapping his arms around the back of it as he sat in reverse, “Okay, I guess.” The over dramatically stated words were coupled with a theatrical sulk that drew forth more giggles.

“I was wondering if Y/N and the kids are enjoying the trip to San Diego,” It was no secret that his family had been flocked around him. Until now, that is. The way he paused at that had every eye present turning towards him.

“Uh, actually...” He forced his lips to stay upright. “They're back home, right now.” Concerned 'awes' filled the air. “No, no. It's okay. They're living it up.” Jared turned his gaze back to the man he'd been brothers with for almost two decades. Not buying into the idea that he was really alright with it. “Last time I checked, they were having some kinda dance party. Again.” The way he clenched his teeth relaxed the fans a bit. An over emphasized grimace always seemed to break the mood. “It was wild. There was pink everywhere and a herd of little girls shouting to music.”

“Odette was leading the charge on the one I got,” The taller man joined in, having received his own recording. “Kicked Zeppelin over to my place for an old fashioned dinosaur night with the boys.” More awes filled the air.

“Y/N sent you something? I thought you two still weren't talking after you tried to drown her?” His brow crooked, finding something he could latch onto. Knowing that his friend had delivered that ammo on purpose. He really did love the moose.

“I can explain!” Jared held up his hand towards the 'ooohs,' and then stopped. “No... no, I can't.” His head dipped in false shame, earning another set of rambunctious chuckles.

“I can.” Jensen easily took over. Turning to better face the crowd now that he'd successfully maneuvered around the original question. “This guy tortures my nanny. She's like the female version of Misha to Jared. It's endless.” The mentioned man's lips screwed up as he nodded proudly, accepting the label that was thrown onto you. “So, we were at a cookout over at his place. I'm flipping burgers and relaxing with a beer. You know...like a normal person.” His words only made his friend shrug. Zero shame in sight. “Next thing I know? She's screeching as he full on tosses her into the pool.”

“She called me old!” The roar that followed was deafening. “See? They get it!” He beamed at the response only serving to make Jensen over-exaggerate the roll of his green eyes. “And, it worked. What did she say after?”

“You're a child.” The admission was straightforward.

“Meaning that I'm young, and that she was wrong.” A round of applause made him get to his feet, and bow as the widower shook his head in mock shame. Cracking his own grin.

The mic was lifted back to Jensen's lips, “Dude...you started a war because she told the truth?” He knew what had been said, but the crowd was eating it up. Keeping him safe for a little while longer.

“That hurts...” A pat to the heart was thrown in. “That hurts me right there.”

“The kids all joined in. It was chaos.” Ackles explained the previous comment to the women, with a few men scattered here and there. “My kids and Y/N versus his herd and him. We needed an ark to get to the tables. They soaked everything.” His hand panned across the people in front of him, emphasizing how far the damage had spread. “Everything. Gen thought they were going to kill each other.” Jared cackled. Remembering the look on his wife's face. “Y'all know how we had to stop pranking each other, right? 'Cause it was so deadly? That's what they should be doing. Instead, she's become this...epic battle partner. I'm thinking they'll start the next apocalypse before this is over.” A proud nod confirmed it. Jared wouldn't give in until the world ended. Or, he had to go back to work. Whichever happened first.

“Do you prank Y/N?” Someone shouted, catching his attention.

“Do I... Do I prank her? Are you kidding? Do I look stupid?” More laughs filled the air as he shuddered something fierce. “Misha? Absolutely. He doesn't fight back.” His fingers tacked off each point. “He doesn't live in my house. Doesn't hang out with my kids. I like not having to worry about her sicking my spawn on me in retaliation. They'd do it in a heart beat, too.” And most importantly, it kept the professional barriers somewhat in place. “Yeah, no, Y/N and I don't....we're not...” Weren't anything other than co-parents, employer and employee, and almost friends in an odd sort of way. How's that for complicated?

“As fun as I am,” Jared finished, saving him, again. Hoping that the fans wouldn't take that last statement as he had started to. He covered his own look of interest before diving back into the panel. “Now, that we went way off topic....who's next?”

–

“How did the 'mom' thing even start?” You asked in confusion, scrolling through your Instagram notifications. Your feet thrown over the back of the couch as you sprawled. Making yourself quite at home in the Ackles house. The selfie you'd posted while cleaning the damage the girls had caused was packed.

Not that you weren't used to it by that stage. The moment Danneel had tagged you in a post, it had been over. You'd been stalked and fawned over by some. When she passed? You'd been flocked for updates about the Ackles family.

It had taken a year for you to gather the courage to begin posting again. Once you did? The fandom clung to you for offering small pieces of what life was like inside the Ackles' household. Needing to have that sense of closeness to the supernatural family, still, even with a member gone.

The simple image of you with Oscar resting his head on your lap as you sorted the makeup away had garnered the usual 'queen', 'mom', and 'I love yous' mixed with the occasional trash talker. Once Jensen had commented saying he wanted his dog back when he got home? It had grown worse. When you told him that he'd have to fight you for the golden doodle? The post had blown up. The fans demanding to know if you and him had something going on.

Apparently his panel had only cemented the idea, somehow. You hadn't watched it. Leaving you to only wonder what he'd said to garner that response. Sure it had simply been taken out of context.

You scrolled on, determined to find some answers. A few flicks of your fingers and fate intervened. The phone slipped to your face. Making you wince all the while. As if life had directly told you that social media was bad for your health.

With a sigh, you tossed your phone to the couch. Trying to not let the extreme Danneel and Jensen fans get under your skin. Too many 'you'll never be her' comments filled your mind. More than enough 'stop trying to take her place' had you questioning where you stood. You were doing everything you could to get what was needed done while not dancing on your deceased friend's toes.

Did the world really not understand? Were you really any better off than they suggested? The small crush said you weren't.

“No idea,” Genevieve stated seriously, walking towards the grey couch you were occupying with a pile of healthy snacks loaded up. Pulling you from the internal struggle. She'd been extra conscious of what she was putting into her body since she'd discovered the newest pregnancy. “I just kinda...roll with it.”

She and the kiddos were bunking with you. Tag teaming was so much simpler when the baby exhaustion hit. And it gave the both of you some grownup time together when the men were away.

“It's so strange,” You picked up one of the grapes with your fingers before plopping it in your mouth. Giving up on trying to understand the fact that you'd become an icon of sorts- and the ramifications- for simply nannying some, albeit great, kids.

At your friend's next words, you choked, “So...what's the deal with you and Jensen?”

“It's the same as its always been,” Came the broken words as you got back a hold of yourself. Brushing it off. “Why?”

“Just curious,” That wasn't it. The cool, actress's poker face she wore said as much. But, you were too sensitive to call her out on it, just then. Luckily, she changed gears. “I can't believe that this is it...The last season is being filmed this year.”

The CW had finally pulled the plug on the Winchesters once it had hit adulthood. The boys had found out in a meeting that morning. They'd known it was coming. Had even agreed to it. And yet? Hearing the finality of it? Was another nail in the coffin.

“Eighteen seasons...It's crazy.” Your hand ran through your hair as you looked at the old episode on screen. Sister Jo stood off against Michael!Dean. The tension in the scene was palpable. It didn't hurt to watch it, anymore. Instead, you focused on the fact that she'd been doing what she loved with the man she'd been head over heels for. “How's Jared holding up?”

“He's zeroed in on the kids. Telling himself that it's going to be good for us in the end.” Her hand rubbed over her still flat stomach. “But, he's definitely feeling it. He's been Sam for so long... Saying goodbye is hard.”

“That it is,” You agreed, frowning at the screen. Wondering how Jensen was taking the day.

He hadn't said a thing to you when he'd checked in. Simply had asked for an update on the household before he crashed. Dean had become his crutch. Without the Winchester in his life, you weren't quite sure what he'd do with himself.

Ackles had a passion for directing and acting. There was no doubt about it. But, Supernatural had become everything when his life had turned upside down. It had given him the consistency he'd needed to get through. And while things had been okay for a time? It would be just another major thing he was losing.

Your socked foot rubbed over the soft fur of Icarus. The cockapoo was up there in age. He'd been diagnosed with congestive heart failure at sixteen years old. The white, fifteen pounds of floof didn't let it deter him, though. A couple of pills a day kept him comfortable and loved for as long as he could be. But, it had gotten under Jensen's skin, too.

It made your stomach churn to think about how fast the negative could pile up on already weakened shoulders. And yet, he wanted you to step back. Having time away from him had cleared your head. Allowed you to see his side of things. Maybe it was time to give him some room to breathe. To let him process everything on his own. After all, you were just the nanny...

–

“Dad!” Three voices shouted in unison when the door opened. Ditching their place at the table as Jensen stumbled in with a wide smile on his face. Each kid got a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

When they tried to talk over each other, he slowed them down, gently with a, “One at a time.” And, miraculously? It worked. He was informed of everything he'd already had reported to him. Only this time? In child perspective. Which made it dramatic. Completely over the top. Just the way he liked it.

A nod your way was all you received as you slipped past the scene; lifting his bag for him so that no one tripped over it. Including the bumbling dog that was trying to get a kiss in, himself. Oscar had missed his human while he'd been gone.

The dog had been with Danneel's brother during her last pregnancy. She'd been too sick to handle the energetic buffoon while Jensen had been away, filming the show. Gino had fallen in love with the pup. Keeping him...until he thought Jensen needed him more. Returning him back to the Ackles' home solemnly. Oscar had, once again, latched back onto the head of the house with a fierce loyalty that most wouldn't expect from a fluffed up mixed breed. The affection was mutual. Jensen's hand stilled the squirming beast with a simple pet to the top of his curled head as you left the chaos.

Jensen's room was clean. A feat that wouldn't last long once he started unpacking. Bed made up, clothes lined nice and neat, with just a hint of his cologne still lingering in the air from before he'd left. You dropped the duffle on the mattress and turned away. Only to catch sight of the image beside his pillow. It held the dogs, his wife, and the kids all surrounding him. Everything he loved in one picture. His family.

Slowly, you slid the door shut and returned back to the reunion, “Dinner's ready if you're hungry.” You smiled softly at the way he ensured each kid knew that they were loved before climbing back up to his feet. Lumbering after you to get the food while it was still hot.

“Spaghetti,” The actor rumbled in excitement, sniffing the air as he approached the table. His lips smacked hungrily. He was a sucker for a pasta with a good meat sauce. “The wardrobe ladies are gonna be mad at me, later, but I'm piling it up.” He hadn't exaggerated. The flight had left him hungry. “God, this is good.” Came the Dean-like groan as he chowed down. Forgetting that he didn't have to eat like a man who had lived off of nothing more than pizza and beer.

“Dad!” The tiny, disapproving tone left J.J with ease. “You're not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”

He gulped down the food, and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, J-bird.”

“It's okay. Just try to remember,” The words were so Danneel that you couldn't help but to smile gently at them. She was going to be trouble as she continued to age. But, you had faith she'd be pretty great in the end. Hell, they all would if the night was any indication.

If he was upset about the show ending, he didn't show it. Even after the kids retired for the night and he helped clean up, he didn't say a word. The only thing you got was a pat on the back and a low “goodnight” that made your skin prickle before you returned your own.

Part Four

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