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leviiattacks · 4 years

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Lmao Levi being irritated because reader, his roomate, who he still hasn't confessed to yet, gets a cat.

The cat hates Levi but loves reader and reader loves the cat too and it's basically Levi vs the cat someone help

note :: very rushed and not proofread i only wrote for fun because once again i am bed ridden with sickness ha ha the perks of always being sick i suppose T__T

lord, does levi despise the way you act without thinking sometimes

he’s legitimately appalled at how you can manage to always do shit like this

even more appalled at how he lets you get away with it every time

now, what is the shit you have done this time?

brought a cat home a CAT

first things first, you are allergic to cats so he does not understand how that predicament will fix itself

secondly, cats shed EVERYWHERE

as much as he enjoys cleaning he is not going to clean that up every day

thirdly, cats will ruin furniture and claw at it

as well as the curtains!!!!

and levi loves the curtains in the living room because the both of you picked them out together

though it was a struggle to get you interested enough to pick a pair you liked.

maybe that’s why he’s looking at you irked by this all

you’re holding the kitten in your arms playing around with her

“peek... a... boo!”

playing fucking peek-a-boo with a cat? he questions himself in his head

“y/n. we are not keeping the cat.”

at this you innocently look up at him through your lashes

god, there you go again doing that

he doesn’t know if you’re aware of the impact you have on him when you do that

he’s good at holding his composure but that look ignites something in him

but he always has to push that something down his throat

“c’mon, you’d be the best roomie ever if you let me keep her!”

his eyes narrow at the word roomie

is that all he is to you?? a roomie???

you’re holding the cat up alongside your face and are fake pouting

“you. are. allergic. to. cats.” he punctuates every word clearly

“how do you know that?” you ask reasonably shocked he knows something that obscure and random about you

“you like talking about yourself when you’re drunk.”

a memory of him helping you throw up whilst he carefully holds your hair out of your face flashes past

if it were anyone else he wouldn’t have got anywhere near them if they were throwing up

but it was you,

it was always you.

“you rambled on and on and on about wanting a cat as a kid but not getting one because of your allergies.”

“so you would also know-” the cat tries to scratch your arm and you retract giggling

“that i really want a cat!”

“does that change your allergies? poof oh wow y/n you’re no longer allergic to shitty cats because you want one.”

you roll your eyes at his deadpan expression and pessimism

“if you knew anything about cats you would know this is a cornish rex” you now rebuttal

“a fucking what?”

“hypoallergenic cat breed! my allergies to cats are mild so it’s the perfect cat for me”

the crease between his eyebrow deepens.

“do you forget that we live in this apartment together?”

you scrunch your nose looking at your little buddy who has now settled in your lap “how could i forget that?”

he knows you see him as nothing more than a roommate

levi loves you he does but you don’t know that

but part of him thinks you do because you always give him that look when you want something

you’re doing it again.

the look.

“fuck. fine but if that thing coughs up a hair ball she’s out.”

“AAAHH THANK YOU I LOVE YOU LEVI!!!!” you’re ecstatic

his breath traps itself in his throat when he hears that

how can you carelessly say i love you??

you’re happily looking between him and the cat and hand her over to levi

“hold her you’re the dad”

“so you’re the...?” he asks

“i’m the...???” you’re clueless

he shakes his head waving it off

it takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking then your eyes widen

“ohhh the mum? yeah that would be me”

it’s so stupid, so stupid, so so so stupid he repeats it in his head the whole scenario is stupid

but it doesn't stop him from smiling like an idiot

in recent days you’ve given her the names diana, garfield and casper

sadly, none of then seem to stick because you’re too indecisive

it’s got to the point where you barge into levi’s room without asking

you’re in your pyjamas he looks at you confused as to why you’ve walked in with no permission at 2am

in a cucumber face mask...?

“name the cat please, name the cat i can’t stick to a name i’m going to rip my hair out“ you’re gripping at your hair groaning in frustration.

“edgar’

first suggestion, too ugly.

you shake your head

“candy“

second suggestion, no, just no.

you shake your head again in refusal

“zero?“

yeah, no.

another shake of the head

levi ponders and thinks hard “...angel?’

you blush, jump back and look more than startled

fumbling with your fingers awkwardly you edge closer towards the door

he just eyes you weirdly wondering what causes that reaction

well, you must like the name

“is it good enough?” he asks

you’re speechless not knowing what to actually say

“y/n...????”

you snap out of it

“isn’t that something you’d call a significant other not a cat?”

and for once in your life you actually seem kinda annoyed at him

“your cat is an angel in your eyes that’s the point” he’s explaining his point but you aren’t listening

you don’t know why levi saying that word makes your heart race

that’s why you’re annoyed right now

in fact it’s not that you’re annoyed. you’re scared that it triggers this response because this is levi.

levi, your roommate the same roommate who argues about pizza toppings with you. he’s nothing more than that.

but your cheeks continue to flush behind the cucumber face mask

“i’ll ask someone else what to name him just call him salad for now” without letting him get a word in you leave but somehow you forget the cat

salad turns to levi and gives him what can only be described as a menacing look.

“you happy you annoying shit? y/n’s annoyed because i can’t name you”

your cat jumps at him and tries to scratch at a piece of flesh but is held off easily

one cold look from levi and she stops.

“get out my room you pest.” he says as he places the cat on the floor

salad scurries away and levi rolls his eyes

he hates that cat he really does

a few hours pass levi is still up he’s always found it hard to sleep

it’s been a long day he’s just finished a thesis for his physics degree and stretches out contently

to say he’s tired is an understatement but his throat is dry and he needs to DESPERATELY hydrate

he gets to his feet and ventures into the kitchen to retrieve some water then he’ll knock out like a log and fall asleep.

the pitch of your snoring can be heard and he smiles to himself silently.

it’s all good, he’s sure you’re getting all the sleep you need.

“GRRRE”

there it is,

the little fucker, your cat is still up.

“what is it little shit?” levi asks leaned up against the surface of the counter.

salad is only staring at him blankly before turning to look over at the living room.

it’s dim the lights are switched off but levi feels something is feels off

“the hell did you do?” he asks

but salad shows no signs of breaking and revealing what it is she’s done

levi’s going to have to investigate

stepping towards the living room he flicks the lights open.

eyes survey the entire area everything looks good until he sees the way the drapes have been ripped apart

salad is picked up in one swoop she sees how levi is about to throw her out the front door and panics

meowing and struggling just in the nick of time she jumps before running away and slipping into the safety of your bedroom

groaning levi goes back to the living room to see if he’s missed anything.

well, god damn him.

scratches litter the leather furniture, it almost looks like a crossword.

salad has also conveniently taken a shit behind the sofa,

and to top it all off she’s left a dead mouse in the middle of the living room floor

levi. is. infuriated.

“you should thank her for catching the mouse”

you’re hurriedly eating some toast levi has made for you as you brush your hair out and gather it into a low ponytail

“look at the drapes y/n??” he’s exasperated and trying to make sense of your logic

“i didn’t like the drapes anyway we needed new ones.”

you aren’t taking this seriously at all and it’s getting on his nerves now

he runs a hand through his hair and glares at you “i told you taking the cat in was a bad idea”

your hair tie snaps and so do you

all the doubts from yesterday are eating you away. the question still lingers in your mind - how do you really feel about levi?

“do you have to have an opinion on everything i do? you’re my roommate not my boyfriend.”

it’s your fault for letting your anger and stress get the better of you. to be frank you have no clue why you’ve gone and said that.

if you’re honest with yourself you know he’s not a roommate. he’s not a friend either but at the same time he’s definitely not a boyfriend.

he’s more than a friend to you but you don’t think he sees you similarly.

oh how wrong you are

“roommate?”

levi’s question is filled with not an ounce of humour, the both of you know that.

oddly, he sounds displeased,

but you can’t take it back now.

and you hate backing down

“what?” you scoff

he shakes his head and makes his way to the front door not turning to look at you.

“get a grip on that cat otherwise i’m throwing it out”

SLAM!

you’ve done it, you’ve messed it up.

salad jumps up on the counter and licks your toast

maybe, he is right about the cat.

the rest of the week is incredibly busy you have an important economics presentation due today and you’ve done everything you need to prepare for it.

at least that’s what you think,

you’re stood in front of the class introducing yourself and everything seems to be going smoothly

price determination within the economic market might as well be advertised as a sleeping pill because you don’t know how you can get anyone interested enough to keep their eyes open.

but putting your best foot forward an attempt is still made.

“the buyers and sellers accept this price, and buy and sell accordin-”

you’re abruptly cut off by your professor who coughs and then proceeds to leer at you in disgust.

a few moments of silence pass and you can feel your heart hammer in your chest.

suddenly he points at the door,

he’s known for being harsh, strict and a stingy marker but it’s not as if you’ve shown up with nothing done...?

in fact this is the largest amount of effort you’ve put into your economics course since you’ve started it.

being in your usual seasonal slump has held you back but now you’re actually trying he’s saying it’s not good enough?

“your presentation. it’s awful. not enough effort put into it, leave for today.” his voice is rumbling and intimidating.

you’re stunned, you’ve worked tirelessly day and night to finish this off.

you’ve even had to cry over not knowing or understanding how to make pie charts.

interpreting data has never been your strong suit.

too embarrassed to ask for help you had to spend hours figuring out how to make it all work alongside your excel chart and spreadsheet

sighing heavily you speak up “professor i’ve spent a lot of time on this?”

“i looked through the slides. dog shit.” his response is fiery and you shudder at the boiling frustration he’s shooting right at you.

arguing in front of the lecture hall is not what you wish to do and you’re sure you aren’t going to be the only person sent out this way.

just retreat y/n

you do.

the professor is clearly in a bad mood and taking it out on you, there’s nothing you can do about it.

wordlessly you gather your belongings and leave.

as you trudge back home the feeling of not being good enough sinks in your stomach like a heavy anchor at sea.

entering through the front door is a task and a half through your glossed over eyes but somehow you manage

you’ve kept salad in your room for most of the time after your argument and she seems to actually miss levi’s presence.

so when the first thing you see as soon as you enter is salad clawing at his bedroom door begging to be let in you aren’t surprised.

thankfully for you he’s yet to return from class and hasn’t been disturbed by the sounds.

at least that’s what you assume.

you look at salad and start sobbing

you wish you were a cat.

cats don’t get shit on for fucking up economics presentations that’s for sure.

shaking you try to hold yourself up against one of the walls

frankly, school stress is getting to you.

you tried hard on that presentation only for it to fail when it was worth a quarter of your grade.

A QUARTER...

TWENTY FIVE PERCENT...

salad nuzzles herself against your leg and you lean over to pick her up

she licks at your ear, it tickles and you laugh in between sobs

“you sure are good at comforting people huh?” you’re so worn out your laugh sounds half dead.

it’s all so pathetic. you standing in your living room wailing as you hold your pet cat like a baby.

but she doesn’t mind and let’s you cry to your hearts content.

“MEOW” salad loudly squeaks and you stroke her back but she only keeps at it “MEOWWWW.”

sensing that she’s bringing something to your attention you turn around

there stands levi awkwardly waving at you and you instinctually cover your face with your arm.

the smudged mascara is none of his business.

“wanna order pizza and talk about it?”

pursing your lips at the proposition you slowly lower your arm and scratch at the sleeve of your shirt.

"yeah, i’d love that.”

“KICKED YOU OUT THE LECTURE HALL?? YOU WORKED ON THAT FOR DAYS Y/N, DAYS??”

levi is beyond pissed he hasn’t even touched the second slice of his pizza after hearing how your presentation played out.

“it’s okay, it was probably going to go bad i can’t do anything right.”

levi’s silver eyes fog up in annoyance and you shut yourself up.

“you are the most able person i have met.”

head rocking up in surprise the confession is news to you.

“really?“

“you’re great at making pad thai, somehow you convinced me to keep that cat, i remember that other time you convinced a first year to bungee jump off a building for last years charity fundraiser.”

it truly is endearing how he doesn’t call you smart or witty or hard-working. none of that basic nonsense you’ve heard time and time again from everyone else.

the fact he’s naming the most random things makes your heart swell.

you burst into laughter remembering the first year’s quivering form and you wonder why levi even remembers that.

“if salad bothers you that much i could find a friend to look after her.”

levi looks at you like he’s just come face to face with a ghost.

“no? i like her, she might frustrate me and get in the way when i want to-” he stops himself fumbling over his sentence.

“when you want to?“ you’re leaning in closer intrigued what the rest of the sentence is.

shock flashes over his face but the next second it disappears.

taking a gulp of his water seemingly in preparation he looks you right in the eye.

“when i want to kiss you.”

and that’s all it takes for you to tug him by the shirt and slam his lips against yours, you giggle into the kiss as you situate yourself in his lap. hands ghosting over your hips he’s disoriented not sure where to place his palms but you don’t care. you’ve been waiting for this and despite his sloppy response the fact you’re finally doing what you’ve been fearing the most these past few weeks is only filling you with adrenaline.

“settle down.” he’s panting heavy and ragged. “i was meant to initiate it and look cool what the fuck??” he’s not mad, he’s just playing with you but that doesn’t stop you from getting into the role.

“and if i don’t settle?” you mischievously ask, levi’s hands are cupping your jaw he pushes your hair out of your face and simply gazes in awe.

he makes you feel so beautiful, it’s unreal.

“meow...” salad’s dissatisfied whining can be heard and then out of nowhere in one fluid motion she jumps onto levi’s chest.

“salad if you don’t mind i’m trying to make out with your dad.” you explain with a frown.

she doesn’t budge and instead a trickling sound can be heard, then a foul smell floats into the room and levi screams.

“Y/N THE LITTLE SHIT IS PEEING ON ME???”

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xthe-writing-vampirex · 2 years

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Hi, hope you having a good day, I would like to request for something sweet and cute with Freddy and a new female panda animatronic.

The new animatronic could be a toy maker.

I apologize for how short it is but I tried to make it as sweet as possible. I hope you like it💕

Glamrock Freddy x New Panda Animatronic

Word Count: 381

Warnings: None

Pairings: Freddy x OC

Fandom: FNAF SB

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It was rare that the pizza plex would get a new animatronic. Even rarer for it to be a type of bear. Freddy couldn't believe his eyes when he first spotted her. She never performed, only staying in a small booth matching her design, bamboo around her and pretty pink bows. She was the resident toy maker, the kids called her Mrs. Claus though she didn't even know who Santa was when she first started. She spent her days stuck in her booth, watching as the other animatronics got to move around and go as they pleased. It made her sad to be stuck but one thing made it better, a little kid named Violet. She would come visit the panda every day almost, chatting away and never leaving her side. The panda longed for those times and hated when her companion had to leave.

One day, during one of Violets usual visits to the pizza plex, she drags a certain bear over to the booth with her. Well…..she doesn't drag him per say, he wanted to meet the new panda but was always so busy. So when Violet saw the opportunity to bring him over she did, surprising the panda who was always too nervous to say hi to the others. Freddy gives his signature smile, happily introducing himself and apologizing for not coming over sooner. The panda is shocked, a pink blush on her cheeks. He's even cuter close up.

Once the whole nervous introductions thing was over the panda began showing Freddy around, even showing him how she makes toys for the children.

"So you're the one who makes all the toys the kids love. That's amazing superstar!" He replies happily. He'd always wondered where the kids got them and he loved the happiness they gave the kids. The panda couldn't believe her ears, the star of the show actually complimented her!

"W-Would you like to try to make one?" She asks nervously, a part of her expects him to say no but to her surprise he's ecstatic. Once hes got the hang of it she invites him to come back and help her out with some of the toys, he happily accepts. Now for the first time the little panda feels as though she truly belongs.

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bellisperennis0 · 4 years

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Girl Next Door

Word Count: 2,445

Warnings: None

A/N: Trying to finish up stories I started and abandoned. This is kind of on the longer side. As always Thank You for reading and Enjoy! ❤️ GIF credit to @angels-reyes

Making the long drive from Arizona to Santo Padre was draining and you were ecstatic when you pulled into the driveway of your new home. Sliding out of the truck you make your way up to the front door. Going in you do a quick walk through to make sure everything was okay, and then made the dreaded walk back outside to your packed moving truck.

Opening the back of the truck you throw your head back and grumble, seeing all your stuff you will need to unpack. As you were trying to sort out what to take in first you catch someone walking in your direction from the corner of your eye. Turning to see who was approaching, you notice two men, covered in tattoo’s, walking in your direction.

“Hey chica, you the new neighbor?” the shorter of the two asks.

“Guess that’s me, names [y/n].” you introduce yourself.

“I’m Coco, this is Angel. We live next door.” He says, his eyes never leaving you.

“Do you need any help?” the taller of the two, who you just learned is named Angel, asks. “If you two don’t mind, that would really be amazing.” You tell them.

After unloading the truck, the three of you were out back enjoy some pizza and beers and the cool Santo Padre night. “Thank you again, guys. That would have taken me all night to do. I really appreciate it.” You tell them.

“No worries, chica. Whenever you need anything, you know where to find us.” Coco lets you know and you just give him a smile. “I definitely owe you two a decent meal, once I am all settled. Something better then pizza and beers.” You chuckle. Angel leans back in his chair, “I’m holding you to that, querida.” He tells you, and you chuckle.

Just then Angel’s phone rings. The second he mentions ‘Pres’, Coco is up and out his seat. “Is that your cue you gotta go?” you chuckle lightly. “Unfortunately.” Coco tells you.

Angel hangs up his phone, “We got a run tonight, over the border. Sorry we gotta go [y/n].” he tells you. “That’s okay! Thank you again for all the help. Please be careful!” you give Angel and Coco a smile, which they nod and smile back before they head out.

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You have been in Santo Padre for almost two weeks now and had finally decided to get out and explore the town some. When you arrived home you were surprised to see a couple boxes sitting at your front door. Looking at them they were the last couple pieces you needed to finish up your home. Going to lift them to take them inside, you quickly realize that there was no way you would be able to on your own and will need some help.

Peering over next door you see a motorcycle sitting in the driveway, either Coco or Angel were home. Last thing you wanted to do was be that needy neighbor, but you were left with no other choice.

Going over you knock on the front door. A few seconds later it opens to expose a shirtless Coco standing before you. You couldn’t help your eyes from wondering and taking in all his tattoos, you have never seen so many on one person.

“Hey, chica. What’s up?” Coco’s voice brings you back to reality. Looking up you see Coco standing there smiling.

“Uh….Yeah….Hi….Sorry! I’m not bothering you am I?” you stumble over your words.

“Not at all. What’s going on?” he asks you again.

“I, uh, I got a couple boxes while I was out and there is no way I could bring them inside by myself. Can I bother you for some help?” you ask shyly.

Coco just flashes you a smile, “Let me get some clothes on and I’ll be right over.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, Coco. I really appreciate this.” You tell him before walking off the porch heading across the lawn to your place, “No worries, chica.” He says before going back inside.

Coco had helped you carry both boxes into your home. Once they were inside you told him you were okay on your own and he was free to go, but he insisted on helping you build the book shelf and TV console. What should have only taken you two a couple hours, has now lingered into the early morning.

“Coco it’s late. Honestly you don’t have to stay and help. I can get this done tomorrow.” You tell him as you walk back into the living room handing him another beer. “No, no querida. This has now gotten personal with this goddamn book self. I will not go out like this.” He tells you, you can see the pure determination in his face.

You take a seat next to him on the floor, “well can I at least help.” You ask him.

“Can you please read these damn instructions to me?” you chuckle as you take the instructions from him.

“There are no instructions, it’s just pictures.” You tell him as you flip through the pages.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Coco practically yells out. “I follow the god damn pictures like it shows, but how the fuck do I have all these god damn pieces still left.” He throws his hands up in frustration, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay…we’ll get this done. I will not let the big bad biker be defeated by a bookshelf.” You tell him trying not to laugh at how flustered he was getting over this.

“You think this is funny don’t you?” he asks trying to hide his smile.

“Not going to lie. It is pretty comical seeing you all flustered.” You say.

“Laugh it up querida, see if I help you ever again.”

It was almost three in the morning, you and Coco standing in the middle of the living room admiring the now finished book shelf. Leaning your head slightly to one side, “I mean it’s kind of crooked, but I’ll just add less stuff on that side.” You say, trying not to laugh.

“Oh shut up!” Coco says nudging your shoulder gently, causing you to burst out laughing.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece!” he says, still admiring his handy work.

“You’re right. It looks pretty good. Thank you again, Coco.” You tell him, placing your hand on his arm.

He looks down at your hand and then back up at you. “Anything for you querida.” You just give him a smile.

“I should go, before you have me build something else.” He says heading towards your front door.

“Thank you again, Coco.” You follow him towards the front door. He surprises you when he leans over and places a kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, querida.” He gives you a wink and heads out the door.

“Good Night Coco.” You call out to him before he disappears next door.

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It was Friday night and you were currently waiting on your Uncle to come pick you up. You had been in town for over a month and only seen your Uncle once during that time. He was coming to pick you up to take you to the Clubhouse; there was a party going on and he wanted to introduce you to his ‘brothers.’

Walking into the Clubhouse, you take in the chaos before you. A bunch of men in Mayans MC Kuttes, half naked girls on their arms, smell of smoke wafting through the main room, music blaring and drinks flowing.

“Hey querida.” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. Turning you find Angel, with a confused look on his face.

“Angel?” you say, now looking as confused as he did.

“You’re Taza’s niece?” he asks you as he points between you and Taza.

“And you’re part of the MC? How have I missed the kutte?” You ask him as you gently pull on his kutte.

“Wait! You two know each other? Please tell me this one didn’t use his BS sweet talk to get you in bed.” Your Uncle Che asks you, you couldn’t help but laugh

“No, Uncle Che. Angel and Coco live next door.” you tell your Uncle.

Then it finally clicks, “wait, so does that mean Coco is in the MC as well?” you ask looking between Angel and Taza.

“Yeah. He’s somewhere around here.” Angel said as he began looking around the Clubhouse, you doing the same hoping to find Coco. It didn’t take you long to spot him at the other end of the room, girl in his lap, cigarette between his lips as he listens intently to whatever the female was whispering into his ear.

Angel called out for him and he looked up to see where Angel was, but quickly caught sight of you standing next to Angel. He gave you a quick smile and nod before whispering something into the female’s ear. She nodded and removed herself from his lap, making her way to another Mayan.

“Sweetheart, I want you to meet Bishop.” You Uncle taps your shoulder to get your attention. Turning you find a few more men in kuttes standing before you.

While your Uncle introduced each one, you gave them all a hug.

“And apparently you already know, Coco.” He says as you turn to now find Coco standing next to Angel, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, we’ve met.” You say returning his smile.

“Wait, is this the neighbor girl you two have been crushing over?” Gilly asks chuckling, causing Coco and Angel to shove him, and you to blush.

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You were currently having a great conversation with EZ who was tending the bar, when you felt a hand on the small of your back. Looking over you find Coco standing next to you.

“Hay stranger!” you say giving him a smile.

“Hey, you having a good time?” he asks you as he signals EZ for another beer.

“I am. You enjoying yourself?” you ask him, he just nods taking the beer EZ had placed in front of him.

“You think we can go outside and talk real fast?” he asks you, you can tell he was nervous.

“Of course” you tell him as you get up from the barstool, thanking EZ. Placing a gentle hand on your back he led you two outside. On your way you caught your Uncle Che glaring, you simply waved him off.

Making your way outside he guides you to the nearby sofa on the front porch. He takes a spot next to you.

“I just want to apologize for what you saw earlier?” he begins.

You furrow your brows in confusion, “You talking about the girl on your lap? No need to apologize Coco.” You tell him.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m that kind of guy.” He tells you as he takes out a cigarette lightening it up.

“Again, you don’t have to apologize.” You tell him giving him a smile.

Just then a younger girl came barging out of the Clubhouse, catching both you and Coco’s attention.

“Letty, you alright?” Coco asks as he got up from his spot on the sofa.

“I’ve been looking for you! I’m going to Gabbi’s, be back tomorrow.” She tells him as she approaches. She looks over at you.

“Hay what ever happened to that new neighbor girl you said you really liked and said you wanted to ask out. Haven’t heard much of her lately?” she asks him, you can see Coco’s cheeks turn a bright red causing you to laugh.

“Hi, I’m new neighbor girl.” You introduced yourself to Letty.

“I knew that, Angel told me you were here. I just like giving him a hard time.” She says placing a hand on Coco’s shoulder, chuckling.

“He really likes you. Won’t stop talking about you….” She began but was quickly interrupted by Coco.

“Alright, alright. Don’t you gotta go.” He says as he begins shoving her off the porch.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t try anything to sabotage the relationship” she continued as she tried her best to dodge Coco who was trying to get her to stop.

“Get out of here Letty!” he ordered. Satisfied that she had embarrassed Coco enough, she smiled and said her goodbye.

“Love you Coco, see you tomorrow.” She tells him, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “It was nice meeting you.” She says to you before heading out the yard.

Coco watched until Letty was out of the yard and then turned back to you, “what are you smiling about?” he asks you as he takes his seat next to you.

“I love seeing you smile.” You say as you turn to face him.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asks you, teasingly.

“Well isn’t that what you brought me out here to do, to flirt with me?” you ask teasing him back. He just chuckles.

“I guess you’re right.” He tells you as he takes a swig of his beer, trying to hide his smile.

“And just for the record, I really like you to.” You admit, slightly blushing.

He threw you off guard when he got up for his spot. You had figured you said something wrong, or something he didn’t quite like, and he was about to walk away. He then turned to you , hand out for you to grab.

“Come on. Take my hand. Trust me.” He tells you.

You narrow your eyes at him, contemplating whether or not to take his hand or if you wanted to make him work for it.

“I want to take you somewhere.” He then tells you as he can tell you were thinking about it.

“Okay.” You finally say as you place your hand in his. Taking your hand he gently pulls you from the sofa and walks you to his bike; handing you a spare helmet.

“Have her home before the sunrise.” You both hear someone say from the clubhouse, you both turn to see Taza standing there; a club hang around under his arm.

“Take care of her Coco.” He tells him.

Coco nods, “You got it Taza. She’s in good hands.” He tells him, before bringing the bike to life.

Blowing Taza a kiss, you watched as he made his way back inside.

“You ready?” Coco asks you as he gave your thigh a soft squeeze.

“Lets get out of here.” You say as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself as closely as you could get to him. You had no clue where he was taking you, but as long as you were with Coco, it really didn’t matter.

-xx

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Chapter 11: La Familia

Part of the “Ilicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: With Thanksgiving right around the corner, Javier decides it’s as good a time as any to introduce his girlfriend to the family.

Warnings: swearing, angst, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, nudity

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A/n: So my internet was out for nearly a week (yayyy!), but I’m alive and well. I’m terribly sorry for the delay in content, but I hope this can somewhat make up for it <3

There truly was nothing like waking up in his arms, the loving, loose hold making you feel right at home. As of late Javier had found it within himself to start touching your belly a bit more, starting to form somewhat of a connection with the bump there. The other night, while you were stood under the shower head, he’d just sat there, watching in awe as your dragged the washcloth across your body. There was something ethereal about you, the glow on your face, the shine in your hair, not to mention the astoundingly gorgeous smile you sported all day.

You were really happy. Everything was finally falling into pieces.

There was only one more piece missing: Chucho. Javier had phoned his dad the other night, fully aware that Thanksgiving was only a week away and that he’d be receiving an invitation sooner or later. It had been a long phone call, that had lasted for the total duration of three whole cigarettes. He looked into the living room from where he stood on the balcony, taking in the way you were dozing off on the couch, making his own lips curl up.

Javier’s father had been nothing short of ecstatic when he heard his boy would be coming over for Thanksgiving and that Escobar had been put behind some kind of bars. The tough DEA agent wasn’t one to admit to these kinds of things, but he really just wanted you to meet his dad, it meant a lot to him. His father had been sad to see his ex-fiancée, Lorraine go, but when he heard the little crack in his son’s voice at the mention of your name, he knew exactly what was going on.

He hadn’t meant to blab as much as he did, but Javier had a difficult time keeping things from his pop, especially the good ones. He could’ve punched himself when he let slip that you were in fact expecting a baby. There was a low chuckle at the end of the line followed up by a choked sob, Chucho only ever wanted for his boy to be happy, and by the sound of it, you’d managed to do just that. A grandchild was a welcome bonus, but the old man longed for a daughter, someone to take care of his boy.

Sighing, he extinguished the burning end of the cigarette, throwing it into an ashtray before heading back inside. He knew he had to tell you about the phone call, but seeing how you were still so wrecked and exhausted, he decided it could wait until tomorrow.

“Falling asleep at eight? Really?”, he mocked, swiping some stray hair out of your face.

You let out a loud yawn, stretching your arms above your head in the process. “Come lay with me.”

He couldn’t resist that raspy voice, eyes crinkling as you squinted against the light. Bending down, he pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “You sure you don’t want to head to bed?”

“I want to stay with you”, you smiled, lacing your fingers with his.

“You mind if we watch the match then?”, he asked, gesturing towards the tv.

You gently shook your head, slowly sitting up. “Let me just brush my teeth and get some water first.”

He stole a kiss as you slipped past him, grabbing your ass as well, in true Javier-fashion. You just playfully rolled your eyes at him, scoffing as you headed for the bathroom. The two of you had planned to stay in for the weekend to catch up on sleep and some much-needed alone time. A delivery pizza had been in order and as you stood in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, you couldn’t help but gasp as you slipped out of your dress. Okay, yeah wow, there was a bump now, very suddenly. Your toothbrush was perched between your teeth, brows furrowing as you looked at yourself from the side. You quickly rinsed your mouth, shrugging on a pair of shorts and one of Javier’s shirts.

“I put some water on the table for you, baby”, his voice sounded from the couch.

You walked up to the couch, standing in front of him with a wide grin. “Sooo, I’m gonna need some new clothes.”

“Yeah? Why’s – woah”, he exclaimed, eyes wide, “When did that happen?”

The smirk on his face was nothing short of adorable, his hands moving up to cup your stomach. “It’s the pizza I’m sure but wow.”

“It suits you”, he praised, looking up at you.

“Guess we should binge more often then”, you chuckled, moving to sit down next to him.

He laid down, motioning for you to curl up against him, which you gladly did. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, relishing in the warmth of it. “You look more beautiful every day, corazón.”

“Still not having sex with you tonight”, you sang.

A heartfelt laugh rumbled through his chest, a protective arm wrapping around you. “Are you saying I can’t compliment my girlfriend?”

You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes. “Depends.”

“On?”, he asked, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“The ulterior motive”, you whispered, brushing your lips against his.

He bumped his nose against yours, huffing out a breathy laugh. “We’re just watching the fight, are we not?”

“Exactly. Clever boy”, you murmured, smirking as you laid down on top of him again.

You were out before the first round had even ended, softly snoring atop of his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your head, he watched the boxing match unfold. In between rounds he’d check up on you, adjusting himself so your back wasn’t curved or neck wasn’t craned. His hand ran up and down your spine, immediately reaching for the quilt when he noticed to slightest shiver.

Eventually sleep grabbed a hold of Javier as well, no matter how hard he tried to fight it off, wanting to stay with you like this for as long as he could manage. His eyes started closing on their own, hands ceasing their entrancing movements. He jolted awake when he heard the roar of a crowd come from the television’s speakers and swiftly reached for the remote, turning it off. He held onto you, slowly rising to his feet and carrying you into the bedroom.

You were sound asleep still and seemingly nothing, no matter how jerky or abrupt his movements, could lull you out of that much-needed slumber. He briefly disappeared into the bathroom to get changed and in those short five minutes you’d already hogged the covers between your legs, a hand sprawled across his side of the bed. You were absolutely adorable. He heaved a content sigh, softly sitting down on his side of the bed, stroking your hair out of your face before laying down.

You rolled over, allowing for him to cuddle up to your back, resting a heavy hand on your swollen abdomen. He pressed a final kiss to your shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling at peace with you pressed up against him. The sound of your rhythmic breathing sang him right to sleep, forehead resting against the back of your head.

The next morning you were the first to wake up, yawning as you blinked a few times. The sun was already seeping through the cracks of your blinds, illuminating your lover’s face. His head was laid on your chest, his torso close to your side, one arm splayed across your ribcage and another tucked underneath your pillow. You carded a hand through his hair, earning an earnest groan from his puffy lips.

There was something so serene about the weekends, getting to slowly wake up in the comfort of his presence. You cherished those mornings, taking advantage of the early hours to cuddle up to him a little closer. Javier sighed in his sleep when you rested your other hand on his cheek, still softly scratching at his scalp.

“Buenas, mi amor”, you cooed, kissing his temple.

He let out somewhat of a grunt, shifting against you as his eyelids fluttered open. “What time’s it?”

You turned your head, craning to glance at the alarm clock. “Quarter to eleven.”

“Anything planned?”, he asked, pulling you back into him.

“Just groceries, but there’s no rush”, you replied, relaxing into his touch.

He suddenly propped himself up on his elbow, hovering above you. “Lazy morning sex?”

You grinned up at him, nodding your head: “Lazy morning sex.”

His mouth moved slowly against your own, a hand cupping the side of your face as his tongue slid across your bottom lip. You parted them for him, allowing for him to delicately lick into your mouth. One of your hands found the hem of his boxers, slowly sliding them down before taking his member in hand. He moaned into your mouth, gently biting down on your lip as you started languidly stroking him. He rolled onto his back again, allowing you to sit up some more as you worked your fingers around his shaft.

“How’s that feel, baby?”, you inquired, lips ghosting over his chest.

His hands move up to grab your breasts, squeezing and molding them. “Those fucking hands of yours.. so fucking perfect.”

You felt the dull ache and itch of your swollen breasts start to fade away, his touch like magic. “Jav-Javi.. ins-side”, you breathed, closing your eyes as your head tipped backwards.

He gently laid you down on the mattress, adjusting your legs so you were laid on your side, facing away from him. You smiled drunkenly as he moved to lay behind you, his hardened, leaking cock pressing into the back of your thighs.

“You ready for me, hermosa”, you gave a fervent nod, “words, baby, let me hear those pretty sounds.”

“God – yes, please Javi”, you whined, grinding your ass back on his crotch.

He parted your thighs, dragging his tip through your folds before pushing in. You both groaned in unison, your fingers capturing his, squeezing his hand as he pressed forward hitting you deeper and deeper. Your breathing was frantic with how sensitive you were feeling this very morning, eyes screwed shut as you adjusted to his girthy length.

“You okay to keep going?”, he checked, kissing along your neck.

You took a deep breath before replying: “Just go slow please..”

He took his time, his thrusts slow and calculated as he moved his hips back and forth. You’d turned your face, burying it in the soft pillow as you whimpered and moaned. His fingertips worked your pebbled nipples, praises tumbling from his mouth with every jerk of his pelvis.

When he felt you start to grind back against him, he quickened his pace, hitting deeper as he pulled your thigh up to rest on his. You cried out at the new angle, grabbing onto his wrist as you whimpered loudly. The intense reaction you gave only spurred him on, his lips feverish as he tilted your head back, capturing your lips perfectly. The circling of his tongue was in tandem with the pace of his thrusts, and quite frankly left your mind blank, body shaking. He wiggled his hand out of your grip to play with your clit, making you sob into his mouth. The familiar clenching let him know you were about to fall over the edge. His hips started faltering, kisses getting sloppier as he rushed towards his own orgasm, moving away from your mouth to let out a string of curses, cock twitching as he released within your warmth.

You were completely blissed out, legs trembling uncontrollably as you panted and whimpered. Javier was right there with you, desperately trying to catch his breath as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. “You alright, sweetheart?”, he puffed.

No answer. He rolled onto his side, noticing the goosebumps on your bare arms and legs. Muttering a swearword, he pulled the covers over the two of you again and helped you onto your back, softly stroking your cheek in an attempt to pull you back from whatever mental place you were in.

“Hey, I’m right here, you good?”, he asked, starting to get a little concerned.

You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape as your brows knitted together. “Huh?”

He let out a low chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Catch your breath, I’ll get us something to drink.”

Before you could really register what he was saying he’d left the room. You slowly came to again, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you entirely numb, with a blank mind and pleasantly aching body. He had a hard time keeping his pride contained. The two of you had always had what one would consider exquisite sex, but this, this was new, even for him. He came back with a chilled bottle of water and the familiar wash cloth. He laid down next to you again, propping himself up on one of his elbows to get a good look at you. The way your thighs trembled was nothing short of mesmerizing, eyes glued to them as he softly reached out to touch you there.

“No, don’t”, you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Are you hurting?”, he questioned, cracking the bottle open.

“Not hurting just.. sensitive – overstimulated.”

He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from making a stupid comment. He’d be telling Steve about this one at work, he just had to. “How about you take a bath? And then we take it easy today.”

“Will you join me? I know your back’s been hurting”, you babbled, rubbing your eyes lazily.

“We can get that sorted out later. Can you walk?”

His heart swelled with pride as you braced yourself on the nightstand, knees buckling somewhat. “I think I could use those arms of yours right about now.”

“Say no more”, he sighed, sweeping you right off your feet, seizing the opportunity to smash his lips against yours once again.

“Ever the mister Darcy”, you teased, gently kissing the spot behind his ear.

He set you down on the counter, putting the stopper in the drain before turning to faucet on. “I called my dad the other day..”

“Oh?”, you slipped your shirt off, “How is he?”

“Chucho’s fine but err – he asked me to join him back in Laredo this Thursday”, he stated, pouring some shower gel into the water.

“You should go, Noonan doesn’t make a big deal out of people taking leave for holidays”, you replied, working on some of the knots in your hair.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking up a way to address this. “Well, he wants you to join me, to meet the family.”

You didn’t mean for your reaction to be so obvious, knocking over the soap dispenser as your eyes widened. “Your dad – wants me, your girlfriend, to be there? I-I didn’t realise he knew I even existed.”

“Fuck – I knew this was a bad idea I just thought that-“

“No, no, no! I want to come, I just – I didn’t expect things to go this fast… is all.”

You could see the relief on his face, shoulders untensing as a new silence fell over the two of you. “I never want to make you feel like we’re rushing into things… but falling pregnant and basically moving in together kind of set a pace..”, he joked.

“Oh baby, and exactly whose fault is that?”, you retorted, draping your arms around his neck.

“Those trembling legs should serve as your reminder, querida”, he jested, stepping away from you. “Water warm enough?”

You carefully got off the counter, swirling a set of fingers in the tub to test the temperature. “Seems perfect to me.” As Javier laid out some towels, you lowered yourself into the tub, taking up his usual space.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, pointing at your bubble-covered self.

“Just get in and shut up”, you chuckled, spreading your legs to allow him some room.

There was some more muttered protesting before he finally got in, shoulders stiff and rigid as he kept some space between the two of you.

“Dios mios Javi..”, you exhaled, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Lean back, rest against me.”

He was hesitant, afraid to hurt you or the baby in any shape or way, but when you convinced him that nothing like that would likely happen, he finally gave in. Leaning back against your chest, he rested his head against your collarbone.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable like this?”, he worried yet again.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes before kissing the top of his head. “Will you stop fussing already? Let me take care of you today Javi. Let me show you how much I love you”, you purred, sliding your hands down his back.

He let out a pained grunt when you reached that one spot in his lower back, the one he’d been complaining about earlier on. “Easy, easy.. very tender.”

You circled your fingers on the area around it, being mindful not to be too overbearing or intense. With every new relaxed hum or huff, you massaged a bit closer to that cursed spot, hoping to alleviate some of the build-up and tension there. As you got there, he encouraged you to knead him somewhat harder, guiding you through the knots as he let out husky profanities, alternating between Spanish and English.

“Feels much looser already”, you whispered, pressing your knuckles into the muscle.

He hummed contently, stroking your calf under the water. “Fuck – that does feel good.”

You worked your way up his back, wanting to solve as many of those little problems as you could. By the time you got to his overworked shoulders, the water had started getting cold, but neither of you were planning on stopping anytime soon.

“So your dad”, you started, digging into the muscle at the back of his neck, “how exactly do I impress him?”

He let out a breathy laugh, squeezing your knee a bit. “You already have, hermosa.”

“Yeah, you’re going to have to fill me in on what you’ve told him. We need to get our story straight here”, you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“He already knows everything he needs to know”, he stated curtly, leaning back a bit more.

The penny dropped. “Wait – did you tell your father I’m pregnant?”

“I mean, he was gonna find out sooner or later”, he reasoned, eyes widening with surprise when you shoved him off of you.

You untangled yourself from him, supporting yourself with the rim of the tub as you went to stand. “Javier, these are decisions you can’t make on your own.”

“I know. It just sort of slipped out..”, he rationalised, getting out as well, taking the towel you were handing him.

The annoyance was clear in the way you were looking at him. “I really don’t appreciate this.”

“It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Maybe it is to me”, you interrupted, walking out of the bathroom wrapped up in your towel.

He trailed behind you, dripping onto the bedroom and kitchen floor in doing so. “Don’t be upset, I had to tell him someday.”

“I know.. I just wish you would’ve talked about it with me first.. like couples do”, you confessed, voice a whole lot quieter now.

He hadn’t thought about it in that way, but could see why it annoyed you as much as it did. “I’m sorry, corazón.”

“It’s okay Javier, just – next time talk about this kind of thing. You’re not alone anymore, you have a family of your own to think about.”

He watched as you disappeared into the bedroom once again, dumbfounded by what you had just said. A family of his own. It sounded so very foreign to him, the idea of a wife and children, the whole tree, dog, house thing. But standing here in your shared apartment made him feel some kind of way. A wife, he’d been there before, but he didn’t follow through. Lorraine was an amazing woman, but Javier wasn’t happy with her, he was happy with the idea of his father being content, but she wasn’t it for him. She was very tender and fragile, yet very well- and outspoken. Lorraine knew how to stand her ground and would’ve been the perfect housewife, but that’s also all she would ever be. She would’ve been a safe option, but he knew by now that safe wasn’t always good. Javier craved the danger, the adventure, something more, someone who could challenge him to be better, someone who wouldn’t settle for the bare minimum. And that someone was you. Someone who could understand him and the things he’d done, someone to be there.

You reemerged fully dressed, grocery list in hand. He was still stood there, baffled and speechless, still trying to process what he was feeling and thinking. “I’m not mad, okay. Just a bit annoyed, so I’ll go get groceries and clothes myself and you can do your Javi-things.”

Part of him wanted to protest, remind you of the dangers that lurked beyond that door, but he knew you. You were a strong woman, femme fatale at that. “You’ll call if anything comes up?”

“I’ll call just to get on your nerves”, you chuckled, pressing a short peck to his lips as you grabbed your keys off the kitchen island.

It was a lovely afternoon, the late-November sun nice and warm on your rosy cheeks as you ventured the market for fresh groceries and some stretchy-er clothes. The fact that you’d be meeting his father later that week continuously on your mind as you looked at all the racks of mid-season fashion.

Meanwhile Javier was back at his old apartment, boxing up the last of his stuff. It was something he’d promised to do last weekend, but just never got around to actually finishing. He knew those last couple of boxes would mean the end of an era and he knew fully well he’d never go back to it. Your apartment was considerably bigger than his, even having a whole second bedroom, which served as an impromptu office. So it had been an easy decision.

“Hey, need some help?”

Javier whipped his head around to look at Connie, who was carrying a bag of her own. “There’s not that much left to do, really.” He taped a third box shut, tearing the sticky material with his teeth. “How’s the kid?”

“Olivia’s okay, just going through some teething and whatnot. But uh- I wanted to give you this”, she hesitated, setting the paper bag down on the coffee table.

He jerked the top back, glancing inside. “Clothes?”

“Yeah, for the baby, Liv’s grown out of them and I know how expe-“

“Woah – woah, she’s barely three months along, don’t you think this is a bit much?”, he questioned, stepping back to fill the next box.

Connie fumbled with her fingers somewhat, surprised at his harsh tone. “Well, we talked about it last week and she said that she wanted to take a look for herself”, she clarified.

“Whatever, just – just put them in a box or something”, he sighed, wiping some sweat off his forehead.

She crossed her arms, closing the door with her foot. “This isn’t just about the clothes, is it?”

“What?”

She took a few steps towards him, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. “What’s gotten into you, Javi?”

“I just fucked up, but it’s not that big of a deal”, he stressed, reaching into his back pocket for the anxiety-easing smokes.

“Seems like it is to you”, she spoke, watching him light a cigarette and sucking it in between his lips. “What is all this really about, Javi?”

He watched the smoke swirl around in the open air as he exhaled, taking a second to gather his thoughts. “I-I actually really want to be with her. Not because of the baby or because of the convenience.. I-I really want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, that sounds great”, she smiled, noting the conflicted look in his eyes. “So why is it such a problem?”

“It’s fucking terrifying. The idea of having somebody so valuable and precious and the possibility of – of..” He didn’t finish his sentence, knowing fully well Connie would understand it better than anyone else.

She placed a hand on his knee, encouraging him to look up at her. “You can’t let fear rule your life like that Javier. She and that baby, they’re gifts, so enjoy them. Escobar is behind bars for now, use it to your advantage, go out for dinner together or take a darn late night stroll. This is the universe giving you a break. Get to know yourself again, work on that relationship. You’ve got a good thing going here, and you’d be an idiot to let it slip away so easily.”

By the time he came back to the apartment, hauling two boxes along with him, you were already in the kitchen, bent over dinner. He kicked the boxes inside, slipping out of his jacket and shoes before walking over to were you were standing.

“That smells really nice, princesa”, he praised as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hmm, I brought you some stuff, it’s over on the coffee table”, you said in between kisses. “Dinner should be done in an hour, just need to put it in the oven.”

He strolled over to the couch, remembering the boxes he brought in himself. “That reminds me, Connie gave me some of Olivia’s stuff for you to go through.”

You clasped your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face as you made your way over to the boxes. “If you want to, we can go through it together”, you suggested, pulling the bag out of the cardboard box.

“We can do that, gonna have to learn what all of those buttons are for eventually”, he joked, rummaging through the bags you’d left for him. Inside were some new jeans, shirts and button-ups, things he needed but found too tedious of a task to do himself. He smiled as he watched you empty the paper bag, heart filled with love and adoration in that moment. “Gracias, mi corazón.”

“Just you wait, look at the bottom”, you smirked, taking a seat on the couch.

He fished something out of the bags, giving you a confused look. “Tiger.. balm?”

“It’s like VapoRub but for backpain”, you explained.

He gently shook his head, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “I fucking love you.”

The remainder of that hour was spent together on the couch. Javier was lazily sat back as you pulled piece after piece from the bag, cooing and fussing about how “cute” and “adorable” everything was, showing it all off to him with a million-dollar-smile glued to your face. He chuckled right along as you held the rompers against your bump, trying to visualise it all for him. To his surprise, he was actually enjoying himself. There was something about the higher pitch in your voice that made his heart flutter in his chest. It was the happiest and most excited he’d seen you in a while and what a welcome sight it was.

“Can you imagine getting an actual baby out of all this?”, you giggled, holding a tiny shirt out in front of you.

“I’m not drunk enough to have this conversation, querida”, he quipped, taking the article of clothing from you and pulling you on top of him. “I haven’t gotten back to my dad yet, so if you don’t want to go, I can just tell him.”

“Javi, I want to go”, you reassured him, cupping his face in both of your hands. “Just.. no more surprises, please.”

He agreed with you and genuinely didn’t think anything of it until he phoned his father again. Chucho was more than happy hearing the news and informed his dear son that his ex-fiancée and her respective husband would be attending as well. Fuck – he forgot about Lorraine for a second. He wondered if he should just cancel and avoid having the two women in his life face each other over a stupid holiday. But he ultimately decided against it, soothing himself in hoping and praying that both you and Lorraine would upkeep the maturity and calmness you both exuded. He’d told you about his runaway marriage and answered any all questions you’d had about it in the past. You were understanding of it and heard him out, much to his surprise, and didn’t react too strongly. Throughout the first half of the week he considered telling you before you got on the flight, but part of him wanted to tell you when you were already back in the states, so that you wouldn’t have too much time to get worried about it.

Wednesday night was spent packing and frantically double-checking everything. The two of you had the early flight and would be staying until that Sunday. You were a nervous wreck, not having done the whole “meet the parents” shebang in years. On top of that you were pregnant, which didn’t necessarily make it any easier for you. Javier was right there with you, though still tried to maintain a calm front to somewhat appease to your nerves.

“What’s Thanksgiving usually like? Some nice jeans and a top or like full-on pretty dress and hair and make-up”, you asked, hands flailing in your tenseness.

Javier ran a hand across his face, shrugging his shoulders at you: “Wear whatever you want, we don’t really care about that kind of thing.”

“Jaaaviii”, you whined, throwing your head back, “Can you at least pretend to care?”

It went on like that for a good while until ultimately Javier just packed your bag for you, more than fed-up with the everlasting debate. Both of you had a hard time falling asleep that night, the anxiety and suspense tangible. But eventually, in a tangle of limbs, the two of you were out, until a couple hours later the blaring alarm pulled you both back to reality. Breakfast among other formalities were skipped, a short shower all the luxury the two of you could afford, before heading to the airport.

Security and check-in were equally as stressful as the night before, Javier’s eyes practically burning as he watched the security guard pat you down. Stepping in when the officer started laying hands on your stomach. With a flash of the familiar DEA badge, everything was settled and soon the two of you were boarding the plane. Javier sat next to the window, still looking out for you as you got seated and comfortable.

“Need anything?”, he asked, a warm hand covering yours.

You smiled at him, pulling up the armrest to scoot a little closer to him. “I’m just nervous, not too big on flying”, you expressed, lifting your brows somewhat.

“I’m right here, okay, just tell me if you need anything”, he reminded you, pecking the top of your head. “Why don’t we try to get some more sleep?”

The flight was over before you knew it, Javier’s shoulder proving an excellent pillow. After gathering your bags the two of you rented out a car and started the drive down to Laredo. He tried his best to take your mind off of it as he told you about the town itself, even pointing out his high school to you. It was a worthy attempt, but as he pulled up to the ranch, those nerves came right back, seemingly more prominent than before.

He grabbed a hold of your hand as he led you around to the backdoor, pulling back the screen door before letting himself in.

“¡Papá, ya llegamos!”, he called out, setting down his bag on the kitchen floor. He kissed you very briefly, whispering something to you before turning his attention to the approaching footsteps. (Dad, we’re here!)

“Mi hijo, llegas temprano”, a lower baritone answered, a man older but akin to Javier walking into the kitchen. (My boy, you’re early.)

He embraced his son, clapping him on the back in the process, only meeting your eyes as he pulled back. The elderly man smiled at you, opening his arms as he took a few steps towards you. You hugged him right back, sharing a look with Javier as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Ah, she’s very pretty”, Chucho grinned, slapping his son on the shoulder. “But too skinny! You need to feed her better.”

The three of you laughed at that, talking some more before Chucho ordered for his son to show you to the room upstairs. The first meeting went great, but being as nervous as you were, you could use a couple of minutes to compose yourself. You failed to notice the absolute relief washing over Javier as well, who was just as grateful as you were to get some alone time.

“I’d say that went pretty well”, he breathed out, rubbing his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek against his sternum. “Your dad’s really lovely, cielo. So why are you such a prick?”, you teased.

He poked at your side, grabbing a hold of your chin to press his lips to yours. “Don’t make me do ungodly things to you in my childhood bedroom”, he tutted, moving his hands down to squeeze your ass.

“Javier Peña! Don’t you fucking dare”, you warned, baring your teeth as you smirked up at him.

He lifted one hand to playfully swat your butt, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

You wriggled free of his grasp, jokingly flipping him off before heading into the bathroom. After about another ten minutes or so the two of you headed back downstairs, having promised to help Chucho out with some of the side dishes. The table was set for five and you thought nothing of it, just expected more people to show.

Chucho and you proved a good duo, working together on some of the sides in the kitchen as Javier was preparing some drinks. There was some banter going on, laughs being shared and there was an overall good atmosphere. When the doorbell rang, and Javier disappeared from view, Chucho turned his attention to you.

“He looks really happy, you know. Thank you”, he spoke, handing you a fork while you drew a bit of a pattern into the mashed potatoes.

You smiled at him, huffing out a deep breath as you thought of something to say. “He makes me very happy as well, your son’s a good man.”

As the two of you bonded over in the kitchen, Javier opened up the front door, standing face to face with Lorraine, the woman he’d left at the altar. She offered him a kind smile before stepping in, seemingly unfazed and he just stood there, baffled as her husband trailed behind her.

“Didn’t expect you to show up”, she said, hanging her coat on one of the hooks.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest in a defensive manner, eyeing her husband up and down. “It’s Thanksgiving, pop always asks me.”

“And yet you never show”, she chuckled, making her way over to the kitchen.

Javier at that moment remembered who exactly was waiting in the kitchen, and quickly trailed behind the couple to get to you. You and Chuco were laughing as the three of them walked in, offering polite greetings when you noticed the new set of guests.

Lorraine gave a puzzled look as she took you in, smiling to herself as she put two and two together. “Oh! You’re Javi’s wife!”, she exclaimed, closing the gap between the two of you to engulf you in a hug. “I’m Lorraine, I help Chucho out on the farm.”

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whats-your-favourite-scary-movie · 4 years

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Poly Billy and Stu Headcannons

A/n: I was the one who sent the Stu and s/o piercing themselves ask in to @galaxyofghouls a couple days ago, I hope you enjoy this

When you met Billy and Stu they were already dating each other on the downlow but publicly still dating Sidney and Tatum. You met Stu first because he sat to your right in history and he often asked you for the answers to the test review questions

After a while of helping Stu stay afloat in class you became good friends and he introduced you to his friend group. Billy was a bit hesitant about you being around them at first because he knew you were smart and could possibly figure out about the ghostface thing but eventually he warmed up to you

Stu was the first to express his romantic feelings towards you while Billy was a bit slower with it emotionally constipated bastard. When you confessed your feelings in turn they were quite relieved as it would be terrible if they had to add you to their body count

You were invited to the party at Stu's house but Billy said he wanted to talk to you first. He explained that they were behind the killings which left you with a big choice to make. You loved the boys but could you look past what Billy told you? Your ultimatum was to show up to the party if you truly loved them and help them pull off their master plan or you could stand them up and end up on the business end of their bowie knife

In the end you chose to attend the party and confirmed their story that Neil Prescott was the killer. You said that you had hid yourself after you heard Sidney screaming as she fled through the house after Billy was attacked. The police believed the three of you as the boys did have the wounds to prove they had been attacked by someone and it is rather plausible the anniversary of his wife's death set him off

The three of you officially got into a relationship together after graduating highschool at which point you and Billy moved into Stu's place

Throughout the first few years of your relationship Billy had come home to you and Stu doing all manner of things; painting each other's nails, cutting the lower half of Stu's shirts off because he looks absolutely adorable in crop tops, dying your hair, taking nude pictures of each other to be painted by a Tiktoker you both really like

He really wasn't surprised when he walked into the house only for Stu to prance over to him a bright grin of excitement lighting up his features and causing his dimples to come out of hiding. The gleeful look Stu was giving him let him know the two of you had gotten up to something in his absence even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. Loomis cocked a brow looking over Stu intently as he set down two still hot boxes of pizza on the coffee table. "Spit it out Stu what is it?" He finally said which prompted the blonde to turn his head so Billy could see the silver stud residing in the reddened cartlige of his right ear. "What do you think of it Billy? You like it?" Stu had questioned eagerly while awaiting the response of Billy who gave a small nod flopping down onto the couch. "He did so well Billy he didn't even flinch" you said softly as you wrapped your arms around Stu's exposed midriff burrowing your face into his shoulder while adding that Stu had done it himself. Upon taking a glance at your ear Billy found you had added a fourth helix to your left ear which was red like Stu's

Billy's fine with the piercing your own ears thing because if it gets infected you can take it out and clean it regularly until it heals over. Doing stick and pokes is a completely different matter because it's both harder to take care of and gets infected much easier. Waking Billy up in the middle of the night to drive either of you to the hospital because of an infected tattoo would not end well, while he would take you he would be passive aggressively letting his anger out the whole time like 'Go on tell the nurse what we're doing here right now. Tell them what you did to yourself this time Stu. This is why no doctor will take us on as long-term patients.'

You and Stu play just dance competitively while Billy just watches acting as the judge aside from the game scores. Stu often wears his crop tops when playing but you wear a lovely pair of jean shorts that provide a good view of your thighs. Billy sometimes joins in on just dance but y'know only when he's high

During the summer you guys keep busy doing things aside from the typical horror movie marathons that happen almost weekly. You suggest tie dye which Stu is always on board with, you two enjoy creating vibrantly coloured pieces whether it's on shirts, sweaters or whatever other white materials you can get your hands on. Billy isn't really one for all the bright colours and therefore only wears bleach tie dyed articles of black clothing. You've also gone bridge jumping, to various carnivals and fairs

Speaking of carnivals and fairs the three of you love going. You guys are always trying to win prizes for the other two. The first time you went with them you did the throw darts at balloons game, the final dart however just bounced off the balloons and the sleezy worker just offered a broad smile saying perhaps next time you would get it. Billy slipped off for a few minutes as Stu took you to grab some cotton candy. Lo and behold Billy came back with the prize you wanted said the man had a change of heart because the game was rigged and you looked oh so disappointed to lose. Little do you know the guy only had a change of heart because Billy pulled his knife on him and threatened to cut the man's heart out of his chest. You were ecstatic when Billy came back with the obsurdly large teddy bear but after a dozen or so more booth games and a few rides you went home because Stu was sick to his stomach from eating too much then going on too many rides

Honestly I could go on and on about what the three of you get up to

#Billy Loomis x reader #Stu Macher x reader #Scream #Billy x reader x Stu #Stu x reader x Billy #Headcannons #Horror #Slashers #slasher headcannons #ghostface x reader #ghostface headcannons #Billy Loomis headcannons #Stu Macher headcannons #poly ghostface headcannons #poly ghostface x reader

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petersasteria · 4 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 - 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader 5,170 words

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

Harry felt so free. He just turned 18 and he was able to move out of his parents’ house and live on his own. The apartment building looked old, but it was home. His first ever home where he’s alone. Everyone was supportive of him, of course. They always knew he was independent.

He felt homesick from time to time, but that was normal. The apartment next to his was empty and it kind of saddened him that no one was living there. The rest of the units were taken, but they were all older than Harry. In short, it was difficult to make friends with people because the people there were either divorcee’s or really busy people who work at offices. He was on the young side.

Because of that situation, you could picture his excitement when he saw a moving truck outside his apartment building. Harry smiled excitedly and silently prayed that the person moving in was the same age as him and that they were moving in the apartment unit next to his. Otherwise, he’d be lonely in that building.

Well, he wasn’t totally lonely. Every morning Mrs. Johnson would smile at him when they get their mail together and sometimes invite him inside her apartment for tea and they’d talk about their families. She was a lovely old woman. Mr. Bradley would knock on Harry’s door from time to time to ask if he could babysit his son in case the babysitter cancelled. Then of course there’s Rick ‘The Maverick’ Nelson. He insisted that Harry should call him maverick. A maverick is a noun and it means an unorthodox or an independent-minded person which is totally the opposite of Rick ‘The Maverick’ Nelson. He’s a divorcee and every weekend, his 8 year old daughter would come over. Harry didn’t really care about the kid going there, but what he did care about was the fact that Rick would always drink. It made him worry about the 8 year old. So whenever the 8 year old kid was around, Harry would give her a few sweets and sometimes would take her to the park nearby (with Rick’s permission, of course).

As soon as Harry arrived on his floor, he was ecstatic to see a girl around his age bringing in the last box in the now occupied apartment. Harry knew he had to introduce himself because he finally had someone his age to talk to. He was truly happy!

He decided that he should look for something in his house to give to you, so he rushed inside his apartment and immediately looked for something. A pan? No, Sam uses it whenever he visits. Body lotion? He uses it because of his skin care routine. Cologne? He only has one. A house plant? His mum would be upset if he gave his one and only house plant away. Harry settled for a box of pizza. He called and thirty minutes later, the pizza was delivered to his door. He fixed his hair one last time and left his apartment to knock on the apartment next door.

The door opened and Harry smiled, “Hi, I’m Harry! I live next door. I bought you some pizza as a welcome gift.” He handed the pizza to you despite your awkward smile.

“Um, thanks.” You said as he handed the pizza to you. Both of you just stood there for a minute. He was just looking at you all giggly and smiley, but you were looking elsewhere, avoiding his gaze. “Well, uh, thanks for the pizza.” You told him with a tight-lipped smile.

“You’re welcome!” Harry grinned.

“Okay… you can go now.” You said, backing up a bit, getting ready to get inside and close the door.

“I’m actually not busy. I could help you unpack or something.” Harry said. He was desperate.

“That’s okay. I don’t have a lot of things, anyway.” You shrugged off.

“But there was a moving truck awhile ago.” Harry pointed out.

“Believe it or not, when I got here, someone was moving out. Hence, the moving truck. I only got here in an Uber with four boxes and a foldable mattress.” You awkwardly chuckled. Harry blushed in embarrassment and said, “Oh, I see.”

“Yup.” You said. It was really awkward.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Harry said and smiled. “If you need anything, I’ll just be there next door.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Thanks again.” You said with a small smile.

“Okay. Bye!” Harry said.

“Bye.” You smiled before quickly getting in and closing the door. Harry sighed and bowed his head down.

“That went well.” A voice said from across the hall.

Harry looked up and turned around to see Mr. Bradley and his son. Harry awkwardly chuckled and waved at them.

“She’s pretty.” Mr. Bradley’s son said. He’s 5 years old.

“She is.” Harry nodded in agreement.

“Ask her out.” Mr. Bradley said and winked.

“Maybe next time.” Harry said with a smile.

“Good luck!” Mr. Bradley’s son said with a cute smile.

“Thanks, little dude.” Harry smiled too. The 5 year old’s smile was contagious, after all.

Birthday

Harry didn’t want to be nosy, but he was really curious as to why you had a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. He looked around to see if anyone was looking before picking up the bouquet. ‘To: Y/N’ was written in beautiful cursive. A million thoughts were running through his head and he didn’t know how to react: who was it from? Do you have a boyfriend? Why isn’t your boyfriend around? Is he hiding as a surprise?

His thoughts were cut off when you arrived.

“What’re you doing?” You asked. Harry slightly jumped in shock. He turned around and looked at you and looked at the flowers and looked at you again.

“N-Nothing! I just saw these on your doorstep and I was just going to give it.. to you.” Harry smiled and handed you the bouquet. You took it from him with a suspicious look on your face.

You read the card and smiled a bit before turning to him with a b;ank expression, “Thank you for handing to me.”

“You’re welcome. What’s the occasion?” He asked.

“Nothing special.” You shrugged as you moved around him to unlock your door.

“Flowers are involved… it has to be a special occasion. Is it an anniversary?” He asked once more.

“I’m single, so it’s definitely not an anniversary.” You chuckled humorlessly.

“Um...a secret admirer?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. Harry opened his mouth to guess again, but you cut him off. “It’s actually my birthday. The people who raised me sent me these which is surprising because they’re usually super cold and shit.”

“Oh, happy birthday! Why didn’t you say so? Let’s celebrate!” Harry cheered.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday, sorry. Thank you, though.” You nodded at him.

“Why not?” Harry frowned. “It only happens once a year and-”

“Exactly. It only happens once a year and there’s not much to do, anyway. If I threw a party, the whole place would be a mess and no one would clean it up except for me.. the celebrant. Plus, I have to spend money for the food and drinks for people who I secretly find annoying, but I invite them anyway so that they won’t nag me for not inviting them.” You rambled.

“And I totally get that, but it could just be the two of us, y’know?” Harry suggested. You stared at him, “...Is this your way of asking me out? Because I don’t want to date anyone. Not right now, at least.”

Harry blushed, “O-Of course not! We could celebrate as friends.”

“I only know your first name and that you live next door.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.

“This is our chance to get to know each other then.” Harry smiled. “What do you say? Wanna celebrate? There’ll be no party and it’ll just be you and me. My treat, so that you don’t have to spend. It’s my birthday gift.”

You thought about it for a while before un-crossing your arms and nodding, “Fine. Let’s celebrate.”

“For real?!” He exclaimed.

“Yup. A little change won’t be so bad, I guess.” You gave him a small smile. “I’ll put these inside first and then we can go, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry smiled as he watched you go inside your apartment. A few seconds later, you exit your apartment, lock the door, and turn to Harry.

“So, where are we going?” You smiled.

Mother’s Day

You were making a fresh batch of cookies when you heard a knock on your door. You stopped what you were doing and waited for the knock to repeat in case you were just hearing things. When you heard the knock again, you washed your hands and made your way to the door.

“That’s weird. I’m not expecting anyone today.” You told yourself before opening the door. You were surprised to see a woman you’ve never seen in your life before. She was smiling at you and she had two boys with her.

“Um, hello.” You greeted politely.

“Hello, love! Harry never told us that he had a girlfriend.” The woman smiled excitedly. You looked at her dumbfounded. “I’m Harry’s mum. You can call me Nikki.”

“And I’m Dominic, Harry’s dad. But you can call me Dom.”

“This is my youngest, Paddy.” Nikki said with a smile.

“Hey.” Paddy nodded at you.

You smiled, “It’s nice to meet you all, but there must be a mistake. I don’t live with Harry nor am I his girlfriend. I’m his neighbor, Y/N. Harry lives next door.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Nikki blushed.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “It was an honest mistake.”

Just then, Harry’s apartment door opened and his eyes widened when he saw his family on your doorstep instead of his. “Mum! Dad! Paddy! That’s the wrong apartment.” Harry said, clearly embarrassed. He turned to you and said, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head and waved your hand, “It’s alright.”

Harry smiled and turned to Nikki, “Let’s go?”

“Yes, please! I’m starving.” Paddy said.

You all laughed and you said, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

“Let’s leave Y/N now. She’d want to spend Mother’s Day with her mum.” Harry said. You wanted to tell him that your mum was out of the picture, but you kept your mouth shut; not wanting to receive any look of pity and not wanting to answer questions about your personal life. Instead, you just smiled and nodded your head politely. You closed your door as soon as they left after you wished them a good lunch and a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ to Nikki.

A few hours later, you hear another knock on your door. You opened the door only to reveal Harry with a small paper bag.

“We had leftovers at lunch and I figured I’d let you have it. My fridge is full, anyway.” Harry said and handed you the paper bag.

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled. Harry nodded and was about to leave when you stopped him, “Wait!”

He turned to you quickly and said, “Yeah?”

“I have an extra batch of cookies. Wait here.” You left and went to your small kitchen as Harry waited out in the hallway. He took a peek at your now furnished apartment and frowned at the sight of no visitor. Surely, you had one whilst he was away, right?

You came back and with a plastic Tupperware of cookies and gave it to Harry, “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Harry smiled and left.

His Birthday

Harry knocked on your door and he smiled when you opened it, “Hey Y/N!”

“Hey!” You smiled.

“Sam, my twin, is here and he cooked some food. Thought I’d give you some.” He handed you a Tupperware of food. You took it gratefully and thanked him.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked him.

“Mine and Sam’s birthday.” Harry said with a smile.

“Happy birthday!” You smiled.

“Thanks. There’ll be a party later tonight and I’d love for you to come.” Harry said.

You smiled sadly and said, “Parties aren’t really my thing and I have work tonight.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” Harry said, covering up his sadness.

“I’ll make it up to you. Are you free tomorrow?” You asked casually. You felt bad for him.

“Yes, I am actually.” Harry said. “But Sam is sleeping over.”

“You shrugged, “Take him with us. It’s his birthday too, after all.”

The next day, you kept your promise and took them to your favorite restaurant as a birthday treat for them. It was really fun and you got to meet Sam.

A Random Day

You were going back to your apartment when you saw Harry exiting his apartment to take out the trash. He looked up and smiled at you, “Good morning, Y/N!”

“Morning, Harry.” You greeted back. “I’m surprised you’re up early.”

“Same here.” Harry laughed. “My parents are dropping off Paddy here in an hour and I have to clean up a bit.”

“Oh, okay. Do you need help? I’m free.” You shrugged.

“That would be really nice, thank you.” Harry smiled gratefully.

“Okay, well, I’ll let you throw your trash first and I’ll get changed in my cleaning clothes. I have a lot of cleaning supplies in my storage closet. Living alone is lonely, you know. Cleaning keeps me occupied.” You chuckled lightly.

“I’m excited.” Harry laughed. You exchanged a few more sentences before Harry threw his trash and before you got in your apartment to gather your cleaning supplies and change your clothes.

Five minutes later, you knocked on Harry’s door with your cleaning attire and cleaning supplies. “Wow, you have the whole cleaning package.” Harry chortled as soon as he opened the door and saw you.

You shrugged, “What can I say? I’m Monica Geller.”

“Okay, then.” Harry smiled and let you in before closing the door. Both of you started cleaning up and before you knew it, there was a knock on Harry’s door. He opened it only to reveal his parents and Paddy. They entered the clean apartment with a shocked expression on their faces.

“It’s so clean in here.” Nikki said in awe.

“Y/N helped.” Harry said and looked at you gratefully, mouthing a small ‘thank you’. You smiled back and mouthed back, ‘you’re welcome’.

“Hello!” You greeted with a smile.

“Hello, Y/N! Thank you for helping Harry.” Nikki smiled. “It’s so nice of you to do that.”

“It’s no problem, really.” You smiled. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

“Thanks again, Y/N.” Harry said before you left.

“Anytime, Harry.” You grinned before waving goodbye to everyone and going back to your apartment.

Those happened for years and throughout the years Harry has known you, he realized that you’ve never had visitors in your apartment. It was such a mystery to him as to why you never had anyone come over. He never even saw any family member of yours. He’s been in your apartment a few times, but other than him, no one else went there.

The holidays were coming and the snow was covering the ground. Harry decided that enough was enough. He wanted to confront you about it. It wasn’t his business, but it was bothering him. It was lonely, after all. He just wanted to give you company.

He was on his way to his parents’ house for the holidays and he didn’t want to leave without asking you what the matter was.

He knocked on your door and you smiled when you answered it. “Hi Harry! Aren’t you supposed to go to your parents’ house?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll go tomorrow. I just wanted to hang out with you before I leave.” Harry explained.

You nodded, “Come in, then.” You opened the door wider for him to come in. He went in and took in your apartment’s interior. You didn’t even have Christmas decorations on.

He went in and made himself comfortable on the couch. You closed the door and joined him. “What’s up?” You turned to him and asked.

“Just wanted to talk, that’s all.”

“Is something bothering you?”

“Yeah, actually.” Harry bit his lip nervously. “I just noticed that throughout the years of us being neighbors, you never had anyone come over to your apartment. Y’know, it’s always quiet and you don’t go home during the holidays. I’m not trying to be nosy or anything. I’m just… concerned and curious.”

You oursed your lips and nodded. He saw this and said, “I’m so sorry for sounding like I’m prying into your personal life or anything. I’m just concerned.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“You kinda remind me of Becca from Pitch Perfect. Closed off and all that.” Harry said and you chuckled at his analogy.

“I’ll take that as a compliment because I love Becca.” You said with a smile. Then it went silent. The comfortable silence filled the room as you thought about telling Harry or not. You decided to tell him because you’ve been neighbors for so long and he’s the only person you’ve been talking to in the building.

“Fine, I’ll tell you.” You said, breaking the silence. Harry didn't say anything. He just turned to you and patiently waited for you to talk.

“I grew up in an orphanage. My mother couldn’t take care of me, so she dropped me off there. It was like Meet The Robinsons minus the genius and the looking like the Cornelius thing. To be clear, I was Goob and not Lewis. Except, I don’t have a bowler hat and this is getting way off topic.”

Harry laughed and nodded for you to continue.

“Anyway, based on my story about me being Goob, I wasn’t adopted by anyone. I was interviewed a couple times, but I guess no one ever liked me. So, I grew up in the orphanage and stayed there until I was 18. The people weren’t bad there, but they weren’t good either. I can’t really describe them, so all I can really say is that they’re cold people.”

“When I turned 18, though, they gave me the biggest surprise ever. I was given a huge sum of money and a key to a decent apartment. I packed up my things and left that day and moved here immediately. I’ve never looked back since.”

“Remember the flowers on my doorstep?” You asked and he nodded. “It was from the orphanage. I was surprised that they remembered.”

“What about your friends from school? Or the ones who were adopted? Surely, you had contact with them.” Harry asked.

“Those who were adopted became bitches and we were kids. Those were empty promises. I expected a call from the first kid who was adopted, but after a few more kids you start losing hope that they’d call, y’know? Besides, I heard from the orphanage that one of those kids is in jail now for robbery. Big yikes.” You said casually.

“Big yikes, indeed.” Harry nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m leaving this apartment next year.” You told him which took him by surprise.

“Next year? Why? Where will you go?” Harry frowned.

“I got a promotion, but they want me in Singapore.” You explained.

“Well, it’s Christmas in three days and now that you’ve told me all about you, I really don’t want your last Christmas to be alone.” Harry said.

“I’ve been alone for as long as I can remember, Harry. I’m used to it, really.” You chuckled lightly.

“You don’t have to be. I’m going home to my family tomorrow and I’d like to take you with me. It may not be the family that you want, but it’s the family you need. So, what do you say?” Harry asked.

“I don’t want to ruin your holiday. Besides, it’s family members only and if it didn’t already occur to you, I’m not family.” You said.

“You’re a family friend, though. That HAS to count.” Harry said. “I hope you know that I won’t stop until you say yes.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go, so that you can shut up.”

“Good.” Harry grinned. “I promise you that we’ll have so much fun!”

The next day, you and Harry were on your way to his childhood home. The drive was a bit long, but it was fun and filled with singing. You arrived there 45 minutes later and you were extremely nervous. You’ve met all of them except for Tom and Tessa. You didn’t even know he was related to the Spider-Man actor mainly because you didn’t know Harry’s last name and you’re not active on social media. And like Becca, you don’t watch movies.

Both of you got out of the car and brought your bags to the front door. Harry unlocked the door and both of you went into the cozy house. You looked around and immediately noticed the smell wafting through the house. It smelled of fresh baked cookies and cinnamon.

“Harry and Y/N are here!” Paddy announced and everyone went and greeted both of you. A familiar face smiled at you and said, “Hi, I’m Tom. Harry’s older brother.”

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled. “You know, you look familiar.”

“I do?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah. The kid from ‘The Impossible’. You look like him. I don’t watch a lot of movies, but I remember faces of the cast.”

“Oh, that’s me, love.” Tom chuckled.

Your eyes widened, “Really?! Wow. That’s so cool! What’re you up to these days?”

“I still act and I’m in Spider-Man.” Tom said. “Do you really not know?”

“She doesn’t watch movies.” Harry said. “So she doesn’t know your movies.”

“Or movies in general.” You chimed in causing all of you to laugh.

“We’ll let you guys get settled in, then.” Nikki smiled. “Sam, show Y/N her room.”

Sam smiled at you, “Hello, m’lady. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“Hello and it’s been a while indeed.” You chuckled as you and Sam went upstairs to the spare room that was cleaned up especially for you. As soon as you got settled in, you went downstairs to hang out with everyone.

Your time with the Hollands has been wonderful. They never made you feel like an outcast, they treated you like you were one of them. Tom made you watch a lot of movies, especially the ones he was in. You and Sam cooked and baked together. You played with Paddy and Tessa. You went last minute shopping with Nikki and you helped Dom in brainstorming ideas for a new book.

It was now Christmas Eve and you were preparing dinner with Sam when suddenly you felt someone giving you a side hug. You slightly turned your head and smiled when you saw Nikki. She smiled back before pulling away.

“I’m sorry about that. It just felt right.” Nikki said shyly before helping out in the kitchen.

You never experienced a mother’s hug before. In fact, you’ve never experienced a hug before. It was nice for a change and it was at that moment you knew that Harry was right. His family was a family that you needed. Sure, they weren’t perfect and you were sure that they had arguments here and there, but you could see that they really took care of each other and loved each other. It was also obvious that they would do anything for each other.

As you sat down for dinner, you couldn’t help but think that you were on the outside looking in. Honestly, you didn’t mind observing. Laughter filled the table and warm smiles were shared as they passed the food around. And for the first time in your life, you felt like you belonged.

After a week, you and Harry were packing up again to go back to your apartment. “Thank you so much for having me. I’m truly grateful for it.” You smiled at them while you stood on their doorstep. Harry was busy loading up your things in his car.

“It’s no problem, Y/N.” Dom said.

“Yeah, and you’re welcome to stay here as well. We love having you around.” Nikki smiled. “It’s quite sad that you’re going to Singapore next year. If I had known that you were going next year, I would’ve told Harry to bring you every Christmas since you’ve met.”

You chuckled and said, “I’ll be keeping in touch, Nikki.”

“I know.” She said and stepped forward to hold both of your hands. “It’s just sad that I’ll lose someone who I think of as a daughter. While I had so much fun with you every time I visit Harry and while I especially had fun having you here for a few days, I have to let you go to have fun on your own in Singapore.”

Both of you teared up and hugged for a while. Harry cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry to cut this moment short, but we have to go, Y/N.”

You pulled away and wiped your tears, “Okay. Thank you again for having me!”

“You’re most welcome.” Nikki smiled, kissed your cheek, and wished you good luck in Singapore. You walked to the car and Harry stayed behind to say goodbye to his family.

“You should tell her how you feel, Harry.” Tom chimed in. “Y’know, before it’s too late.”

“I don’t feel anything about her, Tom.” Harry lied. Of course he felt something for you.

“I’m not stupid. I know the look of love when I see one.” Tom chuckled.

“He’s right.” Nikki said. “Listen to me; I’m your mum.”

“I’ll think about it.” Harry said. He bid his goodbyes once more before jogging to the car and getting in. The drive back home was just as fun as the drive going to his childhood home.

Harry didn’t know what to do. It’s been three days since you got back and he hasn’t seen you. You were too busy packing your things and giving some of your things away. Packing for Singapore really made you busy. Harry wanted to help, but that would make it real. He didn’t want it to be real. One thing was for sure, though. He promised to drive you to the airport.

As much as Harry hated it, the day he dreaded most finally came: your flight to Singapore. Some of your things were already shipped there while your other things were donated or sold. Harry parked the car and helped you get your things from the car.

He walked you inside and stopped when you reached a point where Harry wasn’t allowed in anymore. “It seemed like yesterday when you were moving into your apartment with just four boxes and a foldable mattress.” Harry said, making you laugh. “Now you’re going to Singapore with two big suitcases and a carry on. You leveled up.”

“Thank you.” You playfully bowed your head.

“Before you go, there’s something I want to tell you.” Harry said nervously.

“My flight’s boarding in five minutes, but sure. Tell me.” You said to him. He took a deep breath and looked in your eyes.

“Y/N, I love you.” He said seriously, your eyes going wide as saucers. You clearly didn’t expect that. “I’ve loved you even before and I’ll love you from here on out. I’ll support you and I’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

“Oh, Harry.” You smiled sadly. “I love you too, but…”

“But what?”

“I can’t do this whole relationship thing. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Aren’t you willing to try?” Harry pleaded, but you shook your head.

“It doesn’t always work, Harry. I’m sorry.” You said sadly.

Harry nodded and asked, “Will I ever see you again? Will you come back here?”

“I don’t know, but all I know is that I can’t stay here.” You frowned. You looked at each other with sad eyes and you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Goodbye, Harry and thank you.”

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you too.” Harry pulled you in for a quick hug before letting you go. He watched as you walked away. His heart was broken, but something inside him told him that yours and his story hasn’t ended yet.

He was right.

It took him five months to think about it and it only took his cousin’s wedding to finally decide what he should do. Your last encounter with him at the airport didn’t affect your friendship which he was grateful for.

Harry didn’t even stay at the wedding long because he walked out after his cousin and her husband said their ‘I do’s’. He rushed home in a cab and packed his things and rushed to the airport to buy a ticket to Singapore. He successfully got a ticket and rushed to the gate where he needed to be. His phone rang and he hurriedly took it out of his pocket and answered it as he ran.

“Hello?”

“Harry! Where the bloody hell did you go?” Tom hissed.

“I can’t talk right now. I’m at the airport.” Harry said, out of breath from all the running.

“Airport?! Where are you going?” Tom shrieked.

“Singapore. I’m going after her, Tom.” Harry said with a smile. He got through the gate and is now boarding the plane. “I’m on the plane now.”

“How long are you staying there?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll let you know when I land.” Harry said. “Bye!”

“Wait!-”

Harry hung up before Tom continued speaking. Harry got seated and in truth, he was excited to see you. He could almost imagine the look on your face when you see him. Hours later, his plane landed in Singapore and after a few minutes of getting off the plane and finding his suitcase, he hailed a cab and immediately told the cab driver where you lived. He remembered that you weren’t working today and he was so happy.

Harry paid the cab driver when he arrived at your apartment building and he was nervous. He got out of the cab and went into your building. He searched for your apartment number and was elated when he saw it at the end of the hall. He grinned and knocked on the door and waited for you to answer.

You opened the door and gasped when you saw him. He smiled shyly and said, “Hi, there.”

“Hi Harry.” You smiled brightly and pulled him in for a tight hug. He pulled away after a minute and you asked, “What’re you doing here?”

“You said you couldn’t stay in London, so I came to you.” Harry grinned. “Although, I have to go back after two weeks because I need a visa if I’m staying here with you and-”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You smiled and pulled him in for a long awaited kiss.

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checkurwindow · 4 years

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i’m so scared

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: It’s a lot longer than my usual fic and much angstier, but hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Teen for light swearing.

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

Word count: 5200+ I KNOW!! It’s the single longest piece of writing I’ve ever written.

Author’s note: I’m actually really proud of this fic so please reblog and let me know what you thought of it! Here’s my masterlist for more content! I wrote a sequel to this fic too!

One

That’s how old she was when her father left. Her mother knew that he was never going to stay, but that didn’t stop her from breaking down every night for 3 months when she thought her beloved daughter had fallen asleep, when instead she lay awake, wondering what could have happened to make her mother hide her sadness every day, only letting her walls come down when she thought nobody was watching.

She didn’t understand much beyond that, just knowing that her dear old dad had left for a pack of cigarettes and milk, but left behind only a stack of legal papers on the counter while her mother had gone off to work, desperate to give her little girl the best life she could.

Two

The number of people in her family. She and her mom, her mom and her. It was just the two of them, or at least that’s what her mother told her every time she asked. She was fine with that, she loved her mother with all her little heart. She didn’t need anybody else.

Her mom had found a job in Providence, a job that could support both of them, and an apartment that had a reasonable rent. She was scared at first, moving to a “big city”, but her mom assured her that it was a kingdom, and she was the princess.

Three

That was the number of bracelets she had gotten for her fifth birthday. She and her mom had been walking downtown, running some errands, when they walked past a jewelry store and saw the set of three bracelets in the store window.

She had asked her mom if she could have them, even resorting to using her best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to persuade her.

Her mom had told her that they were too expensive, and they didn’t have enough money to buy them. She was disappointed, sulking the rest of the way home.

3 weeks later, her mom returned to the jewelry store, spending almost a month's worth of her salary to buy that special set of bracelets for her daughter. She was beyond excited when she woke up on her birthday and saw that bright pink box next to her bed.

She started showing off those prized possessions of hers to all her friends at school. One was gold with a diamond charm, the other was silver with a ruby charm. The last was bronze with a deep sapphire charm. The bronze one was her favourite, even after Derek Reagan said it was ugly. She told Derek that he was ugly.

Four

That was the grade she was in when she met him.

It was a usual Monday, she was rushing through some unfinished homework when Mr Kingston, her teacher entered, accompanied by a boy who looked just a little taller than her.

Turns out it was a new student, transferring from another school that had just closed down. He was wearing a blue button-down, a big difference from the rest of the boys in her class whose t-shirts were either dinosaurs, or cars, or superheroes. He introduced himself as Ethan Jonah Ramsey while the rest of the class stared blankly at him, before returning to their own friends. Mr Kingston assigned him to the seat next to her.

“Hi, Eefen Jonah!” She waved excitedly at him as he sat down next to her.

“My name is Ethan, Jonah is my middle name,” he corrected.

She made a small ‘o’ with her mouth, thinking for a short while before responding, “I prefer Eef,” she smiled, making him blush slightly.

She took a container out of her bag, opening it to reveal large apple slices. She took one in each hand, careful not to let them slip as she turned back towards him, offering the slice in her left hand.

He slowly took one and smiled, “thanks,” he said when he noticed the set of sparkly jewelry on her wrist, “I like your bracelets.”

Five

That’s how many people were in her friend group by middle school.

First, there was Jackie Varma. She thought Jackie was a little mean when she first met her, she always picked fights with everyone. But she soon learned that she was only mean to people she didn’t like, and she even called Derek stupid when he was mean to her. She asked Jackie if she wanted to have lunch with her after that.

Next was Sienna Trinh. She was nice to everyone, and her first friend at school. She always shared her food, usually sweet treats, with everyone in class, even when Jackie was convinced they were poisonous, she never stopped radiating her positivity.

Bryce Lahela was a flirt. And rightfully so, as every girl in her class had a crush on him. Every girl except her. Bryce was convinced he knew the reason why, and voiced his opinion every chance he got, “She doesn’t have a crush on me because she’s in love with Ramsey, that’s the only reason.”

She would always blush when he said that, which was often seeing how he and Jackie bickered daily about it. Yes, she and Ethan had been best friends since fourth grade. Yet that was all they were. Best friends, never venturing out of that sacred zone.

And then there was Ramsey himself. He had gotten tall, very tall. He was easily the tallest of the group, while she was one of the shortest, barely taller than Sienna. He was a bit gangly and awkward, sometimes very quiet as well, but he was her best friend.

Six

That was the day of the month Ethan was born.

He was turning fifteen, and begged his dad for money instead of his usual books. His dad thought it was strange, as reading had quickly become one of his favorite pastimes, but waved it off as typical teenager behaviour.

A couple days before, she had lost her treasured bracelets. She had taken them off during art class, careful not to spill paint and ruined her favourite set of jewelry. She had rushed off after class because she wanted to get the cafeteria pizza while it was still fresh and hot for all her friends, and accidentally left the bracelets behind. When she came back to get them after lunch, however, they were gone. She cried for the first time in what felt like forever.

Ethan’s dad had done what he had asked of him, giving him cash for his birthday. Upon receiving his present, he rushed up to his room and took his box of savings out from the top of his closet, almost falling off the chair he was climbing to get them.

He hurriedly counted up all his money, adding to the amount he had been saving, ecstatic when he realised he had a little more than what he needed. He quickly ran out, wallet in hand, barely able to tell his dad that he was going out as he sprinted out the front door.

He finally made it to the jewelry store that, after much research, he knew carried the same set of bracelets as the ones his best friend had lost. The attendant asked what a young man like himself was doing buying such an expensive set of jewelry, teasing about if using all his hard-earned cash by doing extra chores was really worth it for a girl.

He smiled widely, heart racing from the sprint over, but nodded rapidly, forking over the money he had planned to use to buy a new set of books. When he got home, he put the shiny new bracelets in a box, doing his best to wrap them in bright red wrapping paper, her favourite colour.

At school the next day, he got in early and slipped the box into her desk drawer before she arrived.

“Eef,” that’s what she called him when something big was happening, “you won’t believe what I found!” she squealed to him after class.

She told him all about the bracelets she found at her desk, while he smiled and nodded, telling her he was happy for her. Jackie made eye contact with him and gave him a knowing look, his eyes darting around the room when he realised, but she didn’t say a word about it after that.

Seven

The number of med schools she applied to. They all applied to med schools.

She applied to Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton, Brown, NYU, and Johns Hopkins.

She was accepted to all of them, which was more than impressive. Her mother had never been prouder of her.

Ethan never told her, but he applied to the same schools as her, all seven. He got into all of them except Harvard, so hoped to every powerful being up beyond the night sky that she wouldn’t accept their invitation. He wasn’t ready to lose her, not yet, maybe not ever.

After spending countless coffee-fueled nights sorting through and weighing the pros and cons of each school, she finally decided on Johns Hopkins. Ethan did too, after he determined that they had the best professors there. At least, that’s what he told her when she asked how he decided.

Sienna, one of her closer friends in the group, was her shoulder to cry on if Ethan wasn’t around, which was rare but had happened a couple times throughout the years. Sienna decided to go to Princeton, along with her boyfriend, Wayne, or was it Dwayne? Nobody really knew as he never bothered to show up most of the time when they reluctantly invited him per Sienna’s request.

The rest of their friend group split up, each going to a different med school. They made a pact one drunken night the summer before they all headed out to med schools all across the country.

They promised to meet up every chance they could, even if it meant driving in the middle of the night through storm and snow. Jackie insisted it was way too cheesy when Sienna half sobbed, half stated it while they sat on Bryce’s rooftop, bottles of alcohol and snacks surrounding them, but in the end, the tears made Jackie agree.

Ethan helped her pack for college, something she assured him she could easily do herself but he insisted anyway. He helped move her things into her dorm, something he hadn’t yet done for himself but he didn’t care. They met her roommate, Grace Young, who upon first seeing them, mistakenly assumed they were dating. She quickly corrected Grace, properly introducing Ethan as her best friend.

Eight

That’s the number of years it took for Ethan to realise he was in love with her.

Why it had taken him so long, he didn’t have a single clue. He should’ve realised it sooner, but now he couldn’t not see it. Ethan was completely sure he was mind-blowingly in love with her.

Why hadn’t he noticed the first day he met her, when she immediately shared her apple slices with him, making him feel welcome and accepted unlike most of the class. Sure, he had figured out long ago that she was beautiful, but he never thought it was love.

Why hadn’t he noticed it all through middle school, when Bryce mercilessly teased the both of them about it. “Damn,” he thought, “I hate it when Bryce is right.”

And why had he not realised it in high school, when he spent all his savings he earned over countless summers to replace the bracelets that she lost? When instead of bullying her, Derek Reagan started flirting with her, which made Ethan so angry when he saw it happen, but ecstatic when she turned him down in front of the whole school, citing all the times he had bullied and picked on her. Friends don’t do that for each other. But she was more than just a friend, wasn’t she?

Ethan should’ve known when he followed her 370 miles away from their hometown just to be at the same med school as her. Sure, it was a great school, but that wasn’t the reason he was there. He was there for her. You don’t just do that for a friend you like or even have a crush on. No, he loved her.

It was quite ridiculous, really. How had she gotten him wrapped around her finger, and without him even realising for so many years? Ethan knew he was helpless to her charms, he would do anything she wanted him to do, he would’ve followed her to the ends of the earth if she had asked.

But did she know? That was the thought that circled around his head during sleepless nights as he tossed and turned in his bed. Did she know how weak she made him? How helpless he was when it came to anything that had to do with her?

He quickly decided that she couldn’t have known. She wouldn’t have let him spend all his birthday money and savings on her, let him follow her to med school, let him torture himself all these years if she knew it was all for her.

Nine

That’s how many apartment listings she had to choose from.

She sat in the coffee shop near the hospital reading over the listings. Now that they had started their residency, Grace had been matched with another hospital and moved in with fellow interns there.

This one was too expensive, that one would be too loud. She had no idea which one to choose. And to add to her troubles, she had no roommate. There was no way she could find a reasonable place in downtown Boston without a roommate, it was impossible.

That’s when Ethan walked through the door, his hair combed to perfection as usual.

“Ethan, thank god you’re here. Come help me pick out an apartment,” she pleaded, showing him pictures of all the listings.

He shrugged his jacket off as he sat down next to her, inhaling the comforting scent of hers he had grown to love over all these years that wafted through the air.

“This one looks nice,” he pointed to one of the listings, “barely a block away from the hospital, great lighting, tons of restaurants around, and the rent would be affordable for two people.”

“I know, it’s perfect but I can’t afford it,” Ethan frowned and looked up at her in confusion.

She let out a defeated sigh, “I haven’t found a roommate yet, and there’s no way I can afford that place all on my own,” she admitted and turned back to the other listings in search of a cheaper place, the frown still evident on her face.

“I’ll be your roommate,” he mentally cursed himself the second those words escaped from his mouth. He had just offered to be roommates with his best friend that he just happened to be hopelessly in love with. What could possibly go wrong?

His regrets immediately ceased to exist when her face lit up, full of delight. She threw her arms around him gratefully, hugging him as tightly as she could, and he knew every single moment would be worth it for her, “thank you so much, Eef!”

Ten

That’s the number of times he had tried to tell her.

The first time was when she came home after a bad day. It was pouring rain outside, and she had walked in completely drenched and in a mess of tears. After many attempts on Ethan’s part to try to get her to tell him what was wrong, he eventually gave up and stuck to comforting her instead. As she cried, soaking his clothes with not only her tears but the rain her clothes and hair had absorbed on the way in, he wanted nothing more than to tell her how much he loved her.

Then there was the time she convinced him to bake a cake together on their day off. He had accidentally gotten cake batter on her nose, and she laughed as she smeared some of it across his face, which resulted in a war using their leftover ingredients still on the counter. He never thought she was more beautiful than she was right there, and was tempted to risk it all. But he never did.

The third time was over the phone, he had gone home but she was still at Edenbrook, filling in patient charts when he received a call from her.

“Hey, Ethan.”

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice was momentarily shaky on the other end, it made his heart rate go up significantly, “I just wanted to tell you...hi,” was what she said after a long pause.

“You called just to say hi?” he laughed.

“Yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up before he had a chance to respond.

The next time was when they watched a movie. “Maybe a romantic movie would help,” he thought to himself as he loaded up The Fault In Our Stars. He was wrong. The movie only made her cry again, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell her then.

The next time, he was determined to finally do it. He stopped by the florist on the way home, picking up a bouquet of her favourite flowers, bougainvilleas. He even rehearsed the exact words he was going to say when he professed his love to her while walking back. But he opened the door only to be met with her wearing a stunning blue sundress that left him was speechless. Only she had that effect on him.

The sixth time was in the middle of the night, around 1 am. Ethan couldn’t sleep, his head was clouded with thoughts of her and her alone. He convinced himself he was going to tell her. Yes, he was going to march into her room and tell her. He got up to tell her, but instead heard her throwing up when he approached the door. He spent the rest of the night comforting her and making sure she was okay.

Then he decided he couldn’t do it himself. He called up Sienna, who had long since figured out who Ethan was in love with. Sienna actually laughed when he had asked her to tell her on his behalf. She thought it was a joke. When she realised he was being serious, her lighthearted behavior dissolved, instead, she firmly told him that he had to do it himself, and promptly hung up the phone.

Eighth time’s the charm, right? Wrong. He thought of writing a letter, “it’s easier this way,” he thought. All he had to do was write his feelings down on a piece of paper and hand her the letter, easy. He then realised that it was far too impersonal. He knew her, hell, he spent more than half his life with her. And that’s why he knew that if he ever did it, she’d want to hear it in person from him directly.

Then he tried to tell her as they walked back from Edenbrook after a long shift. It was a typical Boston day, and Ethan decided there was no time like the present to tell her. He had every intention to tell her, he really did. But she received an important phone call that she needed to take just as he was about to open his mouth.

Finally, he decided that he had had enough. He wasn’t going to let anything come between his plans to tell her the truth for a second longer than he needed to. He planned a delightful picnic for the both of them. They headed to a nearby park that she loved on a cool but sunny day, it was a perfect day. And that was what stopped him from telling her this time.

They were having so much fun, what if by telling her the truth, he ruined the day. What if he ruined their entire friendship, years worth of time spent together wasted and down the drain all because he was so selfish? What if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, and that was the last good memory of her that he had? He gave up trying to tell her after that.

Eleven

That’s how many times she tried to tell him.

The first time was immediately after she found out. It was a shocking discovery, and she was lost as to what to do with the new information. It didn’t exactly help that it had been an awful day. On her way back to the apartment, it started to rain heavily. A terrible end to a terrible day, really. When she finally made it indoors, she instantly fell into his arms. She knew she could’ve told him there, but she didn’t.

She decided that they needed to be doing something more fun and lighthearted, so she suggested baking, and was surprised when he actually agreed. But seeing him there, covered in cake batter, who knows how much flour, and grinning at her, she wanted to keep this memory.

After feeling guilty for not telling him that day, she called him while taking a break from charts.

“Hey, Ethan,” she said, building herself up to finally tell him.

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice quivered, the nerves building up, “I just wanted to tell you,” she decided it was too much, she’d tell him another time, “...hi.”

‘You called just to say hi?” she heard his laugh on the other end.

She closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed, “yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up as quickly as she could.

The next time she tried to tell him was during movie night, but the bastard just had to pick The Fault In Our Stars. Since when did Ethan even start voluntarily watching romantic movies anyway? And he couldn’t have picked any other movie. She spent a good part of the rest of the night cursing the tears that choked back all the words she wanted to say.

Then she was going to tell him when he got back to the apartment. She spent so long in the bathroom practicing what she was going to say to him in the mirror. Time and time again, pacing in her favourite blue sundress to calm her nerves as she recited the words back to herself. But then he showed up with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He had always been so sweet like that to her. She really didn’t deserve him, and she hated herself for not telling her then.

At 1 in the morning, she felt sick to her stomach, and rushed into her bathroom. She threw up all of her dinner from hours before, no doubt looking awful while doing so. Then Ethan showed up and spent the entire night comforting her. She knew she could’ve ended her own torture right then and there, and she was planning to. Up until she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Maybe she didn’t have to be the one to tell him? And so she drove an hour back to Providence to see her mom, seeking advice. There must’ve been a better way to tell him, a way that wouldn’t be putting her through so much agony. Her mom only hugged her tightly. She told her that she was the only one who could make the decision to tell him and wished her the best of luck.

She sat at her desk and attempted to write a letter, but how could you write someone a letter to tell them about such a subject? There was no way words on a piece of paper could explain how she felt. It wasn’t fair to Ethan, it had to be done in person.

And then there was the time they were walking back home from the hospital. She would’ve told him there, she should’ve told him there, but she didn’t. Instead, she received a phone call. She knew exactly what the call would be about even before she tapped the ‘answer’ icon.

The next was the time he set up a picnic for the both of them. It was a perfect day, it was the perfect time to tell him, but that was the moment she realised she loved him. She just wasn’t willing to stain the moment she realised she loved her best friend with her horrible news.

Finally, there was the time she actually told him the truth. It was cold, but she asked him to go up to the rooftop with her. He agreed, and they made their way up to the empty rooftop garden. They stood in silence as they looked out at the city around them, the city lights glittering like diamonds in the dark, or shooting stars in the night sky. Ethan tried to tell her first.

“I love—”

“Ethan, I’m dying.”

Twelve

That’s how many months are in a year. That’s how many inches are in a foot. That’s how many signs there are in the zodiac. That’s how many days of Christmas there are.

That wasn’t how many malignant tumours she had, Ethan refused to believe it.

Well, as he soon learned, that there were most likely more than 12 tumours in the person he grew up with, the person he loves, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the person who had much less than a lifetime to live. There were twelve tumours over a month ago, and she hadn’t told him.

He was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t know his best friend had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. It was needless to say he felt like absolute shit. She had end-stage cancer and he, a doctor, couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it.

He waited until he was out of her sight before he let all his emotions out, he asked her if she could go back in the apartment and leave him on the roof to process what had happened, she did.

He knew all about pancreatic cancer, he knew that the symptoms usually don’t show up until it was too late, he knew that it would’ve already spread all across her body. Yet, it didn’t stop him from completely breaking down after she went back down.

He sobbed, he sobbed until all the tears were gone, then he shouted, he shouted at the night sky, shouting at every being up there, screaming at them, asking how they could possibly curse the most perfect person in the world with an untreatable tumour.

Once he was done, once his tear ducts were dry and his throat was hoarse, he returned to the apartment, his eyes red and his throat sore. He quietly crept into her room, seeing those teary eyes of hers that broke his heart, that made every cell in his body hurt and scream. He wordlessly climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her. That was how they spent the rest of the night, him silently holding her in his arms, not willing to ever let go.

She fell asleep fast, she was tired, she was always tired nowadays. He was the opposite, his mind racing. He spent the entire night hating himself for not realising sooner, for missing all the clues. All the clues that were right in front of his face this whole time.

He remembered the first time he tried to tell her when she came home upset, was that when she learned the news? He thought about how she reacted to the movie they watched, he finally realised why she was crying so much more. Then there was the night she threw up, he cursed himself for missing that. It had been so obvious. But he hated himself the most for not spending all his time with her when he had the chance.

Now as he sat in the hospital room, his head in his hands as she slept soundly, all he could do was wait. Wait for the cancer to take her from her friends, her family, from him. That’s all he could do now, wait. Ethan had been in the hospital for a week now, she’d wanted to be at Edenbrook so that he could see her during his breaks, but he hadn’t worked since the day he found out.

He only went back to their apartment to take a shower every now and then, and even then he sprinted to and fro. They didn’t know when her time would be up, it could be hours, days, weeks, or even months. And he had to be around when she ran out of time, he would hate himself even more if he wasn’t.

He had called all of their friends, and they all took turns showing up at her room to see her. Bryce showed up with a gigantic stuffed teddy bear that didn’t fail to make her laugh. Jackie came with a million stories about her horrible intern, attendings, and patients alike. Sienna came in everyday bearing fresh home-cooked food for her.

His dad and her mom showed up most days too, providing words of encouragement for not only her, but him as well. They both figured out one way or another how he felt about her, and they knew how hard it was for him.

Ethan was always at the hospital, but limited the time he spent in her room. He couldn’t stand being at her bedside, watching her groan and moan in pain as he was completely fine. Everything just felt too real for him.

“Doctor Ramsey, she’s asking for you,” a nurse said. He looked up and nodded. His feet felt heavy, like they were made of bricks as he approached her room. He pushed the door open, and his heart dropped at the sight before him.

She was staring back at him, her eyes hadn’t changed a single bit. The rest of her didn’t share the same fate as her eyes. She was thinner, her face pale and gaunt, she looked exhausted. The hospital gown looked as if it was wearing her, and not the other way around. And despite all of that, she was still beautiful in his eyes.

“Hi,” she said in a whispered tone.

He pressed his lips together, choking back the tears that were beginning to form. He couldn’t handle this.

“You look awful,” she teased, which earned a pitiful laugh from him as he wiped the sides of his eyes where tears were moments away from falling.

She moved to one side of the hospital bed to make room for him. He hesitated for a moment, afraid that he would hurt her some way, but he eventually laid down beside her. Her frail frame clung to him, and he felt the dreadfully familiar feeling of her tears staining his shirt.

“I’m so scared, Eef,” her use of the enchanting nickname she gave him that he wholeheartedly loved made the tears fall from his eyes as he closed them tightly, holding back a sob.

He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t find the right words, so he just hugged her as tightly as he could without hurting her and pressed his lips against her forehead. After all, what were you supposed to say to someone whose life you would trade your own with when they’re dying?

Was he supposed to lie and say “everything’s going to be okay”? He wouldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her any longer after all the wasted time he spent lying about his true feelings. No, he would hold her. He would hold her and love her until he couldn’t love her anymore.

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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Vivi x Lewis Headcaons!!!:

They met at the Pepper Paradiso. 🌶 Vivi went in one day for lunch to read a new comic and was distracted by a really cute waiter who took the time to help his little sister with her homework and color with the smallest sister. (Plus Pepper Paradiso 🌶 is one of the few places that allows dogs, so Mystery was always welcome.)

Vivi continued to make it her daily routine to come in, be it for only a shake or small soup or a full meal. Lewis, bless him, was oblivious of Vivi's crush, despite her very obvious flirting tactics.

"Can I get you anything else, Ms. Vivi?" "I'll take a tall glass of you." 😘 "Oh! Of course! The Lewis Shake, coming right up!" And proceeded to bring his mami's pinkurple milkshake.

(Arthur's uncle and Lewis's dad are good friends, and with it also being a small town, Arthur was already good acquaintances with Lewis and talked easily with him, much to his friend's, Vivi, surprise. She tried to get some help but Arthur wasnt much help. Men.)

Very quickly, the four became close friends and formed Mystery Skulls.

Lewis's parents noticed the crush and were not only looking forward to potential grandchildren, but Mami had to step in and offer the idea that the Yukino girl might like him.

At first Lewis just laughed and said they were only friends. But he thought about it more and more and started to see her a little differently.

One day, Lewis was looking for a new comic and he was ecstatic to find a limited edition Sailor Moon🌛 artist book. He went up to the front desk, pleasantly surprised to find Vivi running the register.

Upon learning of Lewis's love for Sailor Moon, Vivi went to the back and got a DVD set of every episode ever and bought it for him. He said he'll only allow it if she comes over to watch it with him. And so their first date was in his room with pizza 🍕 and PJs and Sailor Moon🌛.

Vivi bought Lewis an alpaca when she saw a cute pinkurple one at a store. He slept with it every night and named it Sapporo.

Vivi knows a good chunk of Spanish 🇪🇸 thanks to mandatory high school classes and living in Texas 🇨🇱, where nearly everyone at least knows the basis, but Lewis only knows a few words in Japanese 🇯🇵 thanks to anime, and he decides that isn't good enough. He goes as far as to an online class on the language and surprises Vivi when he one day can hold a full conversation with her in Japanese 🇯🇵. Vivi is a little emotional and blames allegories on her watery eyes, because no one outside of her family ever spoke Japanese 🇯🇵 with her, meanwhile half the town speaks Spanish 🇪🇸 with Lewis.

Vivi might have had a crush first, but Lewis falls in love faster and and harder.

Yes they go out on dates and Mystery Skulls missions, but their best dates are in Vivi's apartment or in Lewis's bedroom and watching cartoons.

Lewis may have introduced Vivi to Sailor Moon🌛, but she introduced him to Gravity Falls 🌲.

Ironically, Vivi likes hanging out at Lewis's better and Lewis likes hanging out at Vivi's. Vivi loves all the noise and sisters and smells and the pure chaos. Lewis loves it too, but it's nice to take a break and enjoy the quiet, small, clean apartment.

Once when eating ice cream, Lewis was watching two moms feed their children the sweet treat and he smiled and thought outloud, "Our children will be so beautiful... I bet they'll be troublesome lile their Mama." And he stops chuckling when he notices Vivi choking on her sundae.

Vivi and Lewis called each other things like, "Cariño/a" and "mi amado/a," Lewis has called Vivi "Hermosa" a few times and Vivi once made him scream "DON'T!" by calling him "Papi chulo."

☠💜💙☠💜💙☠💜💙☠💜💙

Vivi will sometimes call Lewis "Calaca" lightly or as a joke. Lewis actually thinks it's funny, but Arthur CANNOT call him that.

The Dead Beats have been unofficially adopted. Vivi calls herself "Mama" and Lewis "Papa" around them and even calls Arthur "Uncle Arthur" in front of them. Mystery is, of course, godfather.

My, have the turns tabled. Vivi can now pick Lewis up, who is lighter than air. He was embarrassed at first but it would be a lie to say he doesn't like it.

While many physical signs of affections have to change or disappear thanks to no longer jaw, Vivi and Lewis found it hardly matters, as long as they're together. Holding hands or touching foreheads or snuggling are all they need. But that doesn't mean Vivi doesnt sneak kisses on Lewis's skull here and there. 💋

Vivi introduces Lewis to meditation 🧘‍♂️ to help his intense emotions, mich calmer now but still part of being a ghost. Souls are emotional, what do you want? While often Lewis does it alone, sometimes Vivi will meditate with him. 🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️

Vivi can give a good massage! Lewis may not feel pain as much as he did in life, but his bones to get stiff and sore, and Vivi also focuses on massaging his chakras to help his soul feel better. And, bless him, can not give good massages. He just doesn't know what he's doing, but Vivi lies through her teeth and claims he gives great back rubs.

Lewis is now THE BEST pillow and smuggle buddy! He's so warm and soft and Vivi could hug him forever if he would let her.

💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜

That's all I got for now. Part 2 maybe? Or a fic? Who knows.

#Mystery Skulls #mystery skulls animated #lewis pepper #vivi yukino #headcanons #lewvi

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roman-sing-despacito · 4 years

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Textbooks are Finally Useful

Day 14 - The first words you hear your soulmate speak are written on your arm.. @tsshipmonth2020

Pairing: Remile. Analogical mention

Summary: Remy has been pining after one of his college classmates, yet he hasn’t even spoken a word to them. Now he finally will...

Word count: 1.1k

“Gurl, I’m telling you!” Remy lowered his sunglasses, his eyes dead serious, “Emile is the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on.”

His serious expression quickly morphed into a pout when Virgil snickered at his friend’s antics.

“Oh please Rem, you change who you think is hot about twice a day.”

Even with the loud chatter from other students in the Dining hall with them, Remy still heard Virgil’s tease.

“But this time I’m serious! It’s like they glow or somethin’! They have this infuriating smile that—on it’s own is adorable—but when they answer something right in class, or they’re talking with one of their friends, they light up! My gay heart can’t take anymore of their beauty!” He stabbed a piece of his pasta and shoved it into his mouth.

“They must not be human because I don’t melt into a puddle around humans, but when I’m around Emile... ” His sentence trailed off as he blushed profusely, seemingly lost in thought.

Virgil playfully rolled his eyes. Even though Remy did point out a “hot” person every day to him, Virge had to admit that he has never seen Remy so infatuated with someone. Once he points out someone attractive, he never mentions them again. But it has been three months of this conversation, and Emile was the only person Remy had mentioned.

Finishing up his last bite of pizza, Virgil wiped his hands with a napkin and balled it up to launch at Remy.

It bonked him on the forehead.

“HEY!”

His indignant shout was drowned out by the full on belly laughter of his friend.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny babes.”

Virgil’s only response to that was to stick out his tongue.

“Listen dude, just go talk to them about how you feel! I love you and all, but I am getting sick of you pining. You’ve dated people before so why are they any different? Besides, Emile is really nice so I see no reason why you can’t just go up to them and tell them how you feel. Or even just to say hey.”

Remy sputtered. Say hey? Hey?!

“No! Your first words to someone should never be ‘hey’!”

There are so many stories where the words on someone’s arm was a common greeting like “hey” and that usually caused a lot of problems. Stories of soulmates getting mixed up because the other person replied “hello” without thinking, were one of Remy’s fears. He never wanted his first words to his soulmate to be so...common.

Virge stared at Remy from across the table. “Rem?” He said in a suspiciously monotone voice.

“...yeah?”

“You’re telling me that you have been talking about Emile for three months, and haven’t even had a conversation with them?”

Remy sheepishly shrugged, “Maaaybeee.”

The over exaggerated breath that Virgil took in was definitely not a good sign.

“Sugar, listen. I haven’t gotten the nerve to approach them, so—”

“You have been pining for three months and have not spoken to them!?” Virgil shook his head in annoyed exasperation, “THEY COULD BE YOUR SOULMATE!”

Remy sat stiffly.

“In my defense, I didn’t know if I was ready to meet my soulmate.”

That stopped Virgil cold.

“Oh.”

“Oh is right.”

Virgil nodded numbly, “Sorry for shouting. I just...I don’t know I guess I thought you had already spoken to Emile with how much you seem to know about them.”

“Don’t sweat it babes. Besides, I think I might be ready to find out if they really are my soulmate.” He glanced down at his wrist where the words: Even after all these years, I still don't know what to say Stared back at him.

His whole life Remy feared what those words could mean. Did his soulmate not like him? Did he say something to offend his soulmate? Every scenario Remy imagined didn't exactly begin well.

“Well...good luck Rem.”

“Thanks. Now, how would you feel about talking to Emile for me.” He asked while blinking his eyes innocently.

Virgil laughed and stood up, heading for the door to the cafeteria. “If you keep up with those doe eyes, Logan might get jealous.”

They both laughed at that absurd statement. Logan never got jealous, xe trusted Virgil way too much for that to happen.

~*~*~*~*~

The sounds of Professor Sanders dismissing the class early for the day were faint as Remy hurriedly packed up his stuff, hoping to catch up to Emile who sat four rows down.

He marched down the steps, walking with intent. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. But one look at Emile’s smiling face as they said goodbye to a friend who was leaving the lecture hall caused Remy to halt. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t—

Emile’s textbooks came clattering out of their bag, their smile quickly wiped away with an annoyed frown as they started to pick up their belongings.

Seeing one of Emile’s textbooks nearby, Remy rushed to pick it up. But in doing so, he didn’t notice Emile going for the same textbook as him.

Their hands grabbed opposite sides of the book, and startled eyes met confused ones.

All thoughts of introducing himself had flown out the window as he saw Emile’s sparkling eyes. Remy practically short circuited and he said the first thing that came to mind.

“Woah babes, your eyes are much more green than I thought.”

Remy’s heart stopped. Did he really just—? Hot embarrassment seeped through him. Remy dropped the textbook and a faint blush quickly covered his dark skin.

But Emile simply smiled. “Even after all these years, I still don't know what to say.”

Remy’s heart stopped for a second time as his jaw dropped.

“Are you—?Are we—?”

“Soulmates?” Emile gave him the brightest smile Remy had ever seen. “Did Toph Beifong invent metalbending?”

Emile’s smile quickly turned sheepish, “Oh sorry, I just really like cartoons and uh—”

“That Queen sure did.”

Remy smiled as Emile’s expression turned to pure joy.

Once all of the textbooks were collected, Emile showed Remy their soulmark on their arm with an ecstatic grin.

To see the words made Remy realize that this was really happening. He finally met his soulmate. “Wow. I really did get lucky.”

Emile chuckled and Remy decided right then and there that he would make it his life’s goal to make sure his soulmate was always happy and laughing.

“I’m glad it’s you Remy.”

“Wait, you know my name?!”

Emile smiled sheepishly, “Well...I’ve kind of been uh, watching you for the past year? Nothing creepy I promise! But, when I saw you at the beginning of this semester I kind of…”

“Started pining?”

Emile laughed. “Yeah something like that.”

Remy nodded, “Trust me babes, my friend Virgil said I was doing the same thing with you too.”

“No way! My friends kept telling me the same thing too.”

“Well, I guess we are just too gay to function, huh?” Remy laughed.

Emile pushed a strand of hair behind their ear, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The smiles that they gave each other were full of blooming love. And both of them couldn’t wait to see where it took them.

#tsshipmonth2020 #ts soulmate au #remile #ts remy #ts emile #ts virgil #ts picani #remy sanders #virgil sanders #emile picani #ts college au #ts logan #analogical mention #delilah writes

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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Apple of my pie (2) — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story

Chapter 2.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 3.0k

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst

Rating: suggested 18+ (there are brief apparitions of dirty thoughts, also future episodes will contain NSFW material);

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin goes on his first date with Grace, who is actually a sweet person. However, during the date, he casually meets a friend who is more than capable of making him open his eyes. Meanwhile, Buttercup remembers exactly why they’re friends. The following day, the young woman faces a challenging conversation with her classmate and friend, Lara — who is also Jin’s assistant at the bakery.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sweet date; some angst between friends (Yoongi, the psychiatrist who always cuts too deep when he speaks his mind). Meet Yoongi and his sweet and horny girlfriend, Spice. Lots of swearing, especially from Lara and Buttercup towards the end. Dirty thoughts, mentions of wet dreams, playful bickering and name calling between Buttercup and Lara. There are a couple very painful references to Severus Snape and Lily Potter (lowkey Harry Potter spoilers, just in case).

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Sitting at the pizza shack near the university campus, Seokjin realised that Grace wasn’t a plain human being.

She was actually cute and funny. He could see himself with someone like this.

Someone who didn’t make him feel dull and a bit of an understudy.

Grace liked puppies. She was at her last year of vet school, she was interning at the local animal clinic and she had spent all day visiting pregnant cows. She hoped she could assist to at least one birth, even though the first expected date of delivery was a couple days after her internship formally ended.

Jin grinned as he listened, genuinely warmed by her caring ways and her childlike laugh. Her name really did fit her. She had a gap between her front teeth and a very sweet dimple that made him grin each time it appeared. Small, a little soft in all the best ways — and best places, he had unwillingly noted — and terribly endearing.

The date wasn’t bad. At all.

And it was way more than decent. Almost too good for being a first date.

No misunderstandings, no embarrassment, no shyness whatsoever. The pizza was good — not as good as his, but it was an eight out of ten, solid — there had been no accidents of choking on drinks or on food, no talking while having mouths full, no uncomfortable flutters in his heart as he looked at her. It was warm. It all felt warm.

However, the more time went by, the more he realised that a few things were missing,

Like you, humming at how good the food was, making jokes about unsuspecting patrons sitting around you, people watching, building impossible scenarios and stories about specific clients, basing yourself on stolen snippets of their conversations.

The strident chord was the sudden appearance of a familiar face. Actually two of them, one slightly less familiar than the other.

“Seokjin?” The very familiar face called.

He turned. “Hello Yoongi!” He greeted with a smile and a small wave. “Hello Spice!” He said, turning to the woman at his side, his hand laced with hers.

“Where’s Buttercup?” Yoongi asked, before he turned and spotted a woman sitting before his friend.

That was not you. Yoongi turned to Seokjin and eyed him suspiciously, making sure that Jin’s table companion didn’t notice.

“Guys, this is Grace.” He introduced the girl.

Spice looked at Yoongi with a meaningful look before turning to the young woman.

“Nice to meet you, Grace.” She said warmly.

Grace blushed. “Nice to meet you too, guys,” she replied with a soft smile.

“We’ll leave you to your night, he seems to be enjoying your company, Grace.” Yoongi said politely, before turning to Seokjin. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

Seokjin’s ears blushed. He felt ashamed, “Sure. Have a good evening,” he said, bidding his friends goodbye.

“To you too,” Spice said it’s a tight smile.

The two left, moving like one, perfect as always.

Seokjin knew how that felt. That’s how he always moved with you.

“They seem good people.” Grace noted, genuinely kind, as she had been all dinner long.

“They are.” Seokjin agreed. “And they’re smart too.” He said, beginning to worry for himself.

You weren’t in the living room when Seokjin arrived at the apartment. He was glad. He was glad he could have a few minutes to rethink about how Grace had stretched to her tiptoes with her hands laced behind her back and had placed a playful peck on his cheek before wishing him goodnight and dashing upstairs.

He was glad he wouldn’t need to confront you. And from the sounds coming from your bedroom, you were very likely watching one of those dramas and films you loved so much. Once more, he was glad.

However, that small peace lasted little.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He exhaled and picked it up.

Is Pollyanna still around?

Yoongi wrote. Seokjin shook his head in hopelessness.

I’ve just arrived home.

Yoongi called immediately. Seokjin hid into his room. “So you decided to follow Namjoon’s way?”

“I have to save myself. I can’t stand there forever, hoping for her to notice. Or to care.”

“You decided to follow the advice of a miserable man abandoned by the highschool sweetheart rather than that of other four sane men who told you to talk to her?” Yoongi said, raising his voice.

“You never said your opinion.” Seokjin noted.

“You don’t need my opinion. You didn’t care about anyone’s opinion. You had already made up your mind even before the discourse started.”

Seokjin exhaled, exasperated.

“Can’t you just say it?”

“What?” Yoongi snorted. Hearing his frustration, Spice rubbed his back trying to calm him down. He nuzzled into her warmth.

“Just say what you think for once in your life.”

Spice frowned at Seokjin’s voice blasting from Yoongi’s phone. He patted her head.

Yoongi huffed. “Fine. I think Buttercup deserves to know and choose for herself. I think she does care, no matter what you think. Also, all that self convincing you’re trying to do is just you trying to keep yourself from losing something that makes you feel comfortable. Because after all you’re comfortable, aren’t you? You just drown yourself in her so much that you don’t even have to face yourself and what you want. And we both know Pollyanna is not what you want.”

Seokjin frowned and pouted. He already knew he was being childish.

“This silence is precisely why I don’t state my opinion.” Yoongi said, speaking softly when he noticed Spice had closed his eyes beside him, on the pillow next to his. He smiled and looked at how beautiful she is. He cupped her cheek, brushing her hair off her face.

“Yoongi. I can’t go on like this forever.” Seokjin said, his voice hopeless and tired.

“I know. All I’m saying is… you should tell Buttercup first.” Yoongi replied, his voice more comprehensive and gentle.

“I am such a coward.” Jin whispered, sitting on the bed, combing his hair with his free hand.

“Listen. I know Buttercup is to you what Spice is to me. I know it.” Yoongi said, his girlfriend scooting closer to him and pressing her face to his chest. “I know I would give her anything she asks and do anything to stay as close as she allows me.” He petted her hair while her warm fingertips danced on his spine.

Seokjin shut his eyes tight. “I’m just trying to get as much as I can before they take her from me.”

“No one will ever break your bond except your lack of communication. Someday a brilliant, smart man will come along and realise how damn precious she is and snatch her for himself. All you’ll have left will be possibilities and smoky dreams.” Yoongi took a pause. “You guys are amazing. You are borderline disgusting with the amount of private stuff you know about each other. Tell her.” Yoongi said, smiling and closing his eyes once Spice’s lips tickled his throat.

“I’ll try.” Seokjin replied. “Goodnight doctor.”

“Goodnight, lover boy. Try not to have wet dreams of your flatmate.”

“Don’t you have better things to do? I bet your girlfriend keeps a list.” Jin said, biting back.

Spice’s voice rose in the background. “Jin is almost right. However, why be doing things when you could be doing me?”

Jin blushed and snickered. “Goodnight, lover boy.” He quipped before shutting the call.

Yoongi placed down his phone, then shook his head and chuckled. “Doing you, uh?”

Spice licked her lips and closed the light before she bent to his neck. “You’d better provide, Min.” She warned before he pounced on her with an ecstatic grin.

Seokjin went to grab a glass of water sometime around one a.m., quite unusually. His routine is basic: he falls asleep at ten thirty and wakes up at four thirty, showers, dresses and runs to the shop. He starts the ovens and by six fifteen the first morning batch is ready.

But that night for some reason, he woke up. He stood up. He reached the kitchen.

Maybe it was because his sleep had been fitful. Maybe because all he had been thinking about was you. You and how it would have been like to be on a date with you, what you were like on a date, if you would have kissed him goodbye on his cheek, if you would have invited him up, had you been in Grace’s shoes, hadn’t the two of you been flatmates.

First he noticed that the fridge was open. Next he noticed you, in thick flannel pjs and a tank top. You were sniffling and drying your eyes, filling your mouth with the leftovers from breakfast.

“What happened?” He asked, spying on you.

You stood up straight, his face appearing in the dim, yellow glow of the fridge.

“His patronus was a doe.” You said, your lip wobbly, cheeks still wet with tears, filling your mouth with chocolate pudding.

He rose from his position slowly, raising his head from his arms, once crossed on top of the fridge door.

Why are his shoulders are always so damn big? What’s the use of all of that… wingspan — ? — when your kitchen is so tiny? And when he needs to move in the narrow lanes of the bakery? What is he so big for?

As you watched him turn on his side, trying no to hit the fridge or the counter as he stood behind you and hugged you close.

“After all that time.” You murmured.

Seokjin held you closer as you turned around. That’s why he was so big. All those good bear hugs.

“I know.” He replied, one arm snaked around your waist, the other wrapped around your shoulders and head while his hand patted your head. “I know,” he repeated as you hiccuped and sobbed. Of course he knew. He had been stuck there himself. Loving someone after all that time. Always.

“Who pissed in your latte?” Lara asked the following day after your nine a.m. bibliology lesson. “You look awful.”

“Thank you Lara.” You said, pushing your stuff into your bag. “Jin went on a date last night.”

Lara frowned, “What do you mean?”

“On a date. Pizza. With a girl.”

She laughed. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m serious.” You said, placing your bag on your shoulder and wrapping your scarf around your neck.

“Listen. You’ve been friends for years. Honestly, it was a matter of time before it happened.”

“He’s never had a girl, a boy, a… partner. In four years.” You said as you and Lara walked out of the room, stopping by the closest heater in the main corridor.

“Do you think he would be your loyal servant forever? Your knight in shining armour?” Lara took a small bag of caramelised almonds: she had negotiated that she would work for Seokjin for a monthly pay and a weekly amount of his grandmother’s almonds covered by raw crystallised sugar.

“I am not opposed to it, it’s just… I’m uncomfortable, okay? What if he moves out and leaves me paying full rent. I can’t do that!” You stated weakly with strong disappointment.

“He’s just dating the chick, not marrying her!” Lara replied, throwing another almond in her mouth.

The mere idea of him getting married made you even more petty. “I don’t want her to barge in and change our friendship.”

“Friendship...” Lara scoffed. “You weren’t screaming friendship at my birthday.”

“I was having a nightmare!” You snarled playfully.

“You were having a wet dream. How long has it been since you’ve—”

You pressed your hand to her mouth. “Shut the fuck up. Not talking about that.”

Lara licked your hand, making you yuck and pull it away, cleaning it against her jacket. “We should talk about that, though. Think about it, Buttercup; he’s not gonna be single forever and you definitely have a bone to pick with that Grace girl.”

“She can have him like… on weekdays.” You said, trying to be reasonable. “Except on free mornings. We have breakfast together on free mornings.”

Lara shook her head. “Don’t wanna burst your bubble, but you do realise that soon he’ll be out on dates on Saturday night and staying out until Sunday morning?”

You frowned, pouting. You opened your mouth, trying to object.

Lara snickered proudly. You couldn’t let her have that.

“Well, at least I’ll be able to get laid with him out of the house.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll be getting laid too, fucking finally. He needs it and deserves it.” Lara muttered as she thought about all those years he had spent looking at you with heart eyes. “And remember that Grace will be getting Saturday dinner. Filet mignon. All that meat...” Lara commented.

“The meat...” You said, dreamily. Juicy steaks and roasted chicken and ribs and… Meat.

Your brain short-circuited. He was tall. Handsome. Well-built. And you sort of knew he’s large. For fuck’s sake, that was your best friend you were talking about! Why would you suddenly think about his junk?

You shook your head.

Still, Lara went on, grinning as she saw you falter. “Grace will get all of that. Saturday evening. Sunday morning. Breakfast in bed. Milkshakes. Homemade gelato. Apple pies. Picnics with his granny. Trips to the lake. His granny’s roast-beef—”

“Don’t touch the roast-beef, bitch!” You hissed, pointing a finger against her chest. “Grace won’t have my roast-beef, my homemade gelato, my Sunday breakfast in bed, she won’t have my apple pies, my coffees, my picnics with granny and my Saturday dinners. And no, she will not have the meat either!” You snarled.

Lara cackled. “Nice. Then you should make a plan. ‘Cause I think she wants to take it all. Now that you’re having this sudden mystical revelation, can you also vaguely perceive that you are in L-O-V-E with your flatmate and he’s been pining for you for years and he’d love it if you accidentally fell tits-first on his cock, you big fucking dumb idiot?” Lara said, completely exasperated while a posh, preppy girl gave her the side eye, tutting in disappointment.

“Stop talking about love and all that jazz. We’re platonic. We’re fine. We’re great and we’ll always be, forever.” You said shrugging. “We’ve been friends for years. He’s had plenty of time to make a move, if he were interested.”

“He blushes when old ladies call him charming! God, you’re big dumb!” Lara said, kicking her foot against your toes.

“What?”

“He’s shy! You want him! You’re attracted to him!!! You were literally sobbing his name!” Lara punched your shoulder

You shook your head, making to walk away. “Night-fucking-mere!” You objected violently.

“Li-fucking-ar!” She mirrored as she tugged at your arm and followed you.

Yes. After all, you were a liar. And well, first and foremost, you liked lying to yourself.

“He’s my best friend. I am not attracted to him. And I know I’ll never be.”

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

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write-the-love-story · 4 years

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11 Minutes

Title: 11 Minutes Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Word Count: 2,003 Genre: pure angst (bc that’s the only thing i could write these days *sigh*) Warning: angst, death (unspoken)

A/N: This song has been stuck in my head for a while the only way to get rid of it is to write something out of it. haven’t been writing in years pls be nice :)))) it’s a bit messy but hope y’all like it. i’ve been thinking about writing again.

►► 11 Minutes - YUNGBLUD, Halsey ft Travis Barker

"Reservation for Jung Hoseok." He said to the waiter on the front with a charming smile. The waiter returned his smile as she leads him into the table. He followed in tow if there's anyone paying attention, they'll notice there are sparkles in his eyes and a little hop in his walk.

7:05

His bright smile turned into a frown when he noticed you're 5 minutes late. Weird. You're never late. He was about to text you when his phone vibrated against his hand. Your name showed on the notification bubble.

7:05 from y/n: Hobi!!! I'm sorry, I'll be late. I'm 11 minutes away. Please wait for me.

His heart jumped out at the sight of you calling him Hobi. He huffed out the breath he didn't know he was holding. You're coming. For a second, he thought you stood him up.

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"Iced americano for Hoseok," The barista yelled out, putting the coffee on the counter for the customer to pick up.

Your body seemed to forget how to move the second that name was called, finger gripping the sachet of sugar you just poured into your hot coffee tightly. It couldn't be him, could it? You thought. What are the odds of meeting your ex years after you moved away, but still you turned around in curiosity to take a peek at the man with the same name as someone you once loved dearly. The time seemed to stop when your eyes met for a split second. It's really him and he's coming towards you.

"Y/N?" The man in the white hoodie called out your name, breaking your trance, you blinked. What are the odds? Seriously?

Your mouth gape open like a fish. How long has it been? He still looked the same, barely aging a day since that day. "Hoseok? Didn't know you're back."

He smiled, taking a sip of his iced americano. "I just got back, I'm opening my studio," He said, almost as if he specifically informed you that he's back and staying for you.

You nodded, processing the information, "That's good, I know you'd made it. Congrats on the studio."

"I was wondering-," His sentence was cut off by the ping of your phone. You glanced at your phone for a second before looking back at him, urging him to continue.

"I was wondering if you want to catch up?" thump, thump, thump. If only you could hear how loud and fast his heart is beating right now.

The split second of silence was unbearable for him as he waited for your answer, afraid that you won't want anything to do with him, but then you grinned at him, looking at him like he never left. "I would love to, but I gotta run or I'll be late for work," You told him, furrowing your brows, you dug into your bag to hand him your business card. "Here, I have to go, but text me! We'll talk!"

You said your goodbye, he waved at you, watching as your figure disappear into the street grasping the soft matte material of the card in his hand. Your name on the thick, big font, below it is your position, head of pr. He smiled. You made it too. A sense of pride blooming on his chest. All of those hard work finally paid off.

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"No," You said, ignoring the pout the man beside you sent. You're pretty sure by 3 pm that day you have said the word no million times.

"Y/N, yes. Come on. You have to come! You gotta expand your circle, you're a communication student and yet you only know me!" The man you called your best friend argued his point on why you should come to the party his friend is throwing that night. You sent a glare at him, "Aren't you the one who latch yourself into me the second we met?" He waved you off, rolling his eyes at you ignoring your comment, and continue lecturing you about the importance of connection as a communication student and that's how Park Jimin managed to guilt-trip you into coming to one of his friend's party.

Jung Hoseok isn't a believer of love at first sight, but that night the second his eyes fall into you, he thought he might just believe in love at first sight. The pink-haired man dragging you by his side into his group of friends noticed the way Hoseok's eyes linger a second way too long. His friends seemed to notice too as they snickered behind the red cup.

"This is Y/N, my best friend," Jimin introduced you to his group of friends with a grin. The blue-haired man who then introduced himself later as Kim Taehyung glared at Jimin. "I thought I'm your best friend!" He interjects, causing the group to laugh.

"This is Hoseok, he's a dance major," Jimin said, introducing you to the last man in the group. He sent you a wave. You really thought you'll be blinded by his smile. You returned his smile, waving at him. "Hoseok," You repeated, nodding your head, remembering his name.

His cheeks blushed red at the sound of you saying his name. He decided he liked the way you said his name. For some reason, it made him feel wanted.

For the first time, Jung Hoseok stayed sober at a party, keeping you company for the rest of the night as Jimin broke his promise and disappeared on you the minute you looked away. He learned a lot about you that night; you have a sister, you owned a dog, you're a communication major, you have a knack for photography, you wanted to travel the world, you don't mind pineapple on pizza, you liked your milk tea without boba. That night, he wanted to learn more about you. He comes home with a big smile on his face, feeling giddy at the thought of seeing you again in the morning for a boba.

You didn't expand your circle at all, maybe you did if you consider Jimin's friends, but thanks to Park Jimin, you got yourself a date.

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Two weeks ago, you didn't think it'll come to this.

"They wanted me in New York," He said, interrupting the silence as you both ate dinner that night. Your eating utensils clattered into the plate. You looked up to him. Eyes wide and mouth open, he looked happy, the happiest if you think about it. Stars swirling in his eyes as he told you all about the opportunity he's been eyeing since he graduates from university last year. Your mouth feels dry, you could feel your throat closing up, you gulped your water as you stare at him.

"Baby, slow down." You finally spoke, grasping his hand as he stopped to finally take a breath. He grinned at you, his legs bounce in excitement. "I want you to come with me. You and I are going to New York, can you believe that? Oh, there's so much-"

The world starts to spin, you barely hear the word he said after I want you to come with me. You feel your heart drop because you can't. You can't come with him even when you want to. Not when you just started your whole career.

"Baby?" He called, waving his hand in front of you. Eyes filled with concern, "Are you okay?" His smile replaced with a deep frown as his eyes carefully watched you.

"Hobi," You whispered out his name, your heart breaks at the sight of him. You feel your eyes watered as you blinked them away. "I would love to go with you, but you know I can't."

His frown deepened, "W-why?"

"I just got a raise. I can't leave with you."

Hoseok ran his fingers thru his hair, nodding his head, he continues picking his food as nothing happened. "Okay, okay. It's okay. We don't have to go to New York."

You almost gasped at him. There's no way he's not going to New York. You know how much he wanted this since he started. You shook your head at him, "No, I'm not going. You are going."

He clenched his jaw. It was his turn to shake his head. "No. I'm not going without you."

A sob breaks out from your body. "Please listen to yourself. I won't let you do that. You're going and that's final."

If there's one thing he knows from this relationship is that you're a stubborn person and there's no point arguing with you because somewhere deep down, he knows you're right. He knows he'll regret not going, but at the same time, he can't let you go. You've always been apart of his future since that night he met you.

"What about us?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. He's defeated, his figure slumped as he wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his sweater. Your body still shook from the cry, sniffling you looked up to him, "Let's push the pause button on us."

That night you cried on each other shoulders, laughed at the memories, kissing the night away, grieving the relationship that you know could have a happy ending, grieving the one that got away, leaving promise that one day you'll meet again when the time's right.

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Never in his six years away abroad, he didn't think about you. Often he wonders if you would answer his call, but he never tries, glaring at the bright screen showing your contact info before he turned his phone off.

Your friend often updates you about him at the beginning, until they just stopped altogether telling you about him. Maybe it's the way you looked after his name was thrown into the conversation, maybe it was a pity, but who knows? In return, you stopped asking about him.

You've been ecstatic since that morning in a coffee shop; you've thought about meeting him again, you've thought about catching up, you've thought about finding him again once everything settles down, but never in million years, you'll find him so soon. Still, your heart burst at the prospect. You never forget him nor stopped loving him.

"Shit, shit, shit." You muttered as you glanced at the clock on the wall. You're late. The second your client walked out the door, you rushed, picking up your coat and your bag. Your assistant looked at you as if you grow two heads. You don't usually look this nervous. She tilted her head in confusion, thinking if there's an appointment she forgot because if she recalls, that was the last client of the day. She opened her mouth about to ask you if there's anything wrong, but you waved her off with a grin, "I have a date!"

7:05 to Hobi: Hobi!!! I'm sorry, I'll be late. I'm 11 minutes away. Please wait for me.

You sent a text to him and jumped into an Uber. You could feel butterflies in your stomach. Your thumping, you could almost feel it about to leap out of your throat. Feeling excited and yet nervous at the same time to meet him again.

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Hoseok glanced at his watch, time has passed since you texted him. Five minutes turned into 20 minutes.

7:25

The waiter came approaching him. She eyed the bouquet on the table, she sent him a smile. "Are you ready to order, sir?"

Hoseok forced a smile, shaking his head. "Not yet."

His heart broke all over again. Why aren't you here?

The loud sounds of blaring ambulances interrupted his thought, causing patrons and waiters around to look out of the big window of the restaurant, whispering, wondering what's going on.

Just in time, his phone vibrated. He nervously picked up.

"Yes, this is Jung Hoseok."

His heart dropped, finally breaking into a thousand pieces. He leaped up from his seat. Bouquet abandoned at the table as he runs and runs. Hoping he made it in time.

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endof-theline · 3 years

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Day 17- Tropetember: Single Parent AU

Day 17 of super early Tropetember with Single Parent AU. Tony has been keeping a secret for twenty one years, but since it's been twenty one years that also means it's time for his promise to break that secret.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32647579

To say that Tony was nervous was an understatement, his leg was bounced and his fingers tapped on the table restlessly. He had been hiding this secret for years and it was finally time to come clean, he was ready, he knew it was coming, he had promised this.

The team were all looking at him with suspicious eyes which was understandable considering he called a team meeting in the middle of the day seemingly without reason, he had managed to find a day where all of them were home as well so it was a full house all staring at Tony with varying amounts of concern.

"Spit it out, Stark, what's going on?" Clint asked playfully before taking in how Tony's eyes flicked between him and the door anxiously.

"Tony-" Steve's voice was calm and careful as he put his hand on the man's shoulder before Tony jerked out of his chair and knocked Steve's hand away accidently.

"I have a kid" Tony blurted out as he stood, arms going behind his back as he glanced over his team and saw all of the stunned expressions "I've kept them a secret to the world so they would be safe, but I promised that when they turned twenty-one I would tell you about them"

"How old were you when they were born?" Natasha asked as she went over everything she knew about the man, and when he would have a chance to take care of a child when she was spying on him.

"Twenty one, not long after my parents died" Tony explained, his eyes flicked to Bucky on instinct but snapping away instantly "I never told them, didn't want the hassle from Howard"

"Where are they? Obviously they don't live here if they’re still a secret" Clint asked as he sat up in his chair, the team were all leaning towards Tony which partly unnerved him and partly thrilled him that no one seemed angry.

"They moved out at eighteen, JARVIS in installed in their home as well, they live not far from here" Tony said vaguely, sure that his child wouldn't want him to declare their address to a team of spies "Their mum passed giving birth so I've always had sole custody, I'm always thankful that Obidiah never came to my house after my parents passed away"

"What happened to them while you were in Afghan?" Natasha asked suddenly and Tony's body tensed for a moment, the whole team could see it in the way he held himself that he wasn't keen on talking about it.

"Pepper, Pepper took them in and managed to keep them safe" Tony's voice had gone clipped before he shook his head slightly "I don't want to talk about that, it was- it's very hard for me to think about it"

"Sir, Young Stark has arrived, they are on their way up now" Jarvis said which dispelled the tense air but Tony just started to bounce on the balls of his feet anxiously, Steve put a hand back on Tony's shoulder and smiled warmly.

"It's going to be okay, we're not going to do anything to them, you can trust us” Steve reassured him before there was a knock on the door, Tony took a breath before opening the door and immediately pulled the person behind it into a hug.

“You’re acting like I never see you, Dad!” The person laughed hard but the team could see how tight they were hugging Tony back, Tony pulled back for a moment before whispering something in their ear and pulling away completely “Hi everyone!”

“Hello, your dad never gave us a name” Steve greeted them first and chuckled at Tony’s embarrassed look on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“My name’s Morgan, Morgan Stark, it’s nice to finally meet you” They grinned and held out their hand to Steve who took with a grin on his face, shaking their hand “Dad talks a lot about the team, of course I had faces to go with the names but it’s nice to actually see those faces in person”

Morgan went around the team, shaking hands and greeting everyone excitedly as Tony watched anxiously, the smile on Morgan’s face was worth the stress Tony felt however when they made it back to his side and leant into him with a huge grin on their face.

“It’s weird being back in the tower, I never really stayed here for that long but it suits having a team under its roof instead of just Dad and his bots” Morgan teased but noticed the way the team looked saddened at the thought of Tony living alone in the huge tower and quickly turned to tease their dad instead “Bet you’ve enjoyed not living with me for the first time since you were twenty”

“It’s a different kind of stress, at least with you I didn’t have to worry about someone being in my vents or destroying the gym” Tony teased back just as easily making the team relax slightly, Morgan laughed at the way Clint and Steve ducked their heads when they were called out “Though I don’t have awful music blaring through the tower and burnt food in my kitchen anymore, that’s definitely a plus”

“You’re just upset that I didn’t inherit your music taste, and you can’t cook that well either!” Morgan poked their tongue out before squeaking as Tony went to smack their arm, stopping a safe distance away from them and Morgan just laughed before curling into his side “Oh, Bruce, Dad said you were working on something really cool!”

“Oh yeah, I can take you to the lab and show you if you like, and if your Dad is okay with it” Bruce’s eyes lit up and looked over to Tony who just nodded with a fond smile on his face, Morgan kissed Tony’s cheek before rushing after Bruce who was already chattering away about his latest project.

“They inherited the love of science instead of good music tastes” Tony shrugged as he glanced over his shoulder at the pair disappearing down the hallway, he let out a long breath before smiling up to his team “So that’s Morgan”

“They seem really nice, you did a good job raising them” Steve praised him and noticed how Tony blushed slightly at the compliment, it was something that he had always tried so hard to do while hiding them and keeping them safe.

“They clearly trust you as well” Natasha pointed out and Tony’s heart swelled with pride, ecstatic that the spy could see how much trust Morgan had in him. Raising Morgan had been rough, he was alone and young and had little to no help with her, and he had been trying so hard not to become like his own mother and father and instead reminded himself constantly of the way Ana and Jarvis had raised him.

Tony started to forget why he had been so anxious about introducing Morgan to the team by the end of the day that they spent at the Tower. Bruce had shown off his projects, Clint had started to teach them archery before Steve decided to teach Morgan how to fight hand-to-hand and got impressed when they already knew pieces from when Tony had taught them as a teenager. Natasha had taught them a little ballet and Thor had told her stories from Asgard, before the whole team ordered pizza and had a movie night with Morgan and Tony.

Morgan stayed the night and before they left in the morning, she gave everyone a hug and promised to come back at least once every week.

“Now that the team knows, does that mean I can actually come and see you?” Morgan teased lightly but Tony could hear the genuine question in their tone.

“Of course, I would be offended if you didn’t” Tony said before pulling them into another tight hug, neither wanting to let go first as they stood in the doorway of the kitchen even if they were aware of the team watching them.

“Thank you for a great birthday” Morgan whispered and Tony just squeezed her tighter, not wanting the reminder that his baby was growing up “Trust me, Dad, you won’t be able to kick me outta here now”

“Could always move back in” Tony mumbled even though he knew that they wouldn’t do that, he knew how much Morgan enjoyed their freedom. Morgan laughed softly and shook their head as they pulled away “You’re right, it would be a nightmare with you and the team living together”

“Exactly, poor music and recked gyms, think of the chaos” Morgan grinned before waving at the team “See you guys later!”

“Bye Morgan!” The team cheered together as they all waved back to them, Tony smiled brightly before kissing Morgan’s cheek and giving her hand a squeeze.

“Love you tons” Tony grinned.

“Love you three thousand” Morgan chirped back before letting go of Tony’s hand and getting into the lift where Jarvis immediately took her down to the garage, Tony turned back around to the team’s grinning faces and accepted the hug Steve gave him. Tony hated it whenever Morgan had to leave after spending eighteen years glued to each other, it always felt like someone punched him but the team were there now to distract him and wait with him until the next time Morgan came for a visit.

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