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I’m On Fire, But I’m Trying Not to Show It || Chapter Two

Pairing: Angus Tully x fem!reader

a/n: Hi guys! Back with chapter two!! Thank you for all the love last chapter! You guys are too sweet! I hope you like this chapter as well, although we get a little angsty in this one oops. Also author note at the end!

Word count: 5k.

Find: Part 1

Enjoy!

December 17th, 1970. Still.

Paul Hunham didn’t think his luck could get any worse but then that moron at the Janie Patrick's Girl School had to go make his problems, his. Then at the young lady’s arrival Angus Tully practically had hearts popping out his eyes like those cartoon characters on TV. That would be an issue. An issue he had to deal with at once.

As the boys grumbled and moaned on their way to the infirmary, as if they were the Athenians sent to march to Marathon in 490 BC, he made his way to the kitchen, looking for a certain cook.

“Hello, Mary,” he greets. She sits at her desk with a cigarette between two fingers, writing something down in her notebook.

“Mr. Hunham. I heard you got stuck with babysitting duty this year. How’d you manage that?” Her tone tiptoes on the edge of teasing.

“Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I failed someone who richly deserved it.”

“The Osgood kid? Yeah, he was a real asshole. Rich and dumb. Popular combination around here.”

“It’s a plague. Uh, and you? You’ll be here, too?” God, he hopes she is. He doesn’t think he will be able to survive as the only adult on the school grounds.

To his relief she nods her head, “All by my lonesome. My little sister Peggy and her husband invited me to go visit them in Roxbury, but I feel like it’s too soon. Like Curtis will think that I’m abandoning him, you know. This is the last place my baby and I were together, not including the bus station.”

Paul pursues his lips, unsure of what to say. “Well, maybe you won't be completely alone. How would you feel about letting a female student sleep in the staff common room? We could push some couches together, I'm sure. Make a nice bed that way.”

“Female student? What do you mean?”

“I’m unsure about the exact details, but I have been entrusted by the idiots across the lake with taking care of one of their students.”

“Ahh,” Mary is beginning to understand.

He nods, “Her name is Y/n L/n, I think she and Tully are in cahoots somehow. You should've seen the way he looked at her.”

“Oh no, don't do that though. You can’t have that poor girl sleep on a lumpy couch all break. She needs a bed.”

“I just want this whole ordeal to go smoothly. If I can keep those two as far away as possible, I believe all will be well.”

“Please that Tully boy wouldn't try anything. Sometimes he is the only one to say thank you when we place the food down on the lunch tables.”

Paul mulls it over for a second. “I suppose I could give it a try. Not that I think it is wise.”

Mary smiles slightly, “I know those kids are hard to handle but hold out hope for them. Some trust too. It's not too late yet. Their brains are still moldable or whatever corny crap you teachers say.”

Paul smiles slightly, his attention pulled to the bottle of bourbon on her desk, “You mind if I uh…”

“You want some of that? All right.”

“Thank you.”

“You know this is a necessity,” Mary says as she pours the liquid into a mug for him.

“Oh yes,” for life, love, pain or the next two weeks. Paul understands too well.

…

“Put the bed farther away Angus,” you say, your arms on your hips and you watch him struggle to drag his bed closer to yours.

“Why? Do I smell or something?”

“It's already a stretch to think he might let us sleep in the same room, he's definitely not going to let your bed be that close to mine.”

Huffing he begins to scoot it back to its original place, “Fine.”

Music has started blaring loudly from where Teddy and Jason are bunking in. Park and Ollerman are minding their business in their own space. You are across, what you think will be the place Mr. Hunham will stay in. Your hope is that him having an accessible view will make him more lenient towards you and Angus, despite his earlier warning of having you be on your own.

You situate your lavender near the window and begin to unpack your things. Angus does the same and you can hear his rustling get faster.

“What's wrong?” You ask.

“My…” He trails off. Suddenly he storms off like a man on a mission. You ignore the magazine you were flipping through and let it fall on the floor as you get up to follow him.

You see him head directly towards Kountze. “Where’s my photo?”

“What photo?”

“I think you know what photo, and you stole it.”

“I resent that baseless accusation.”

“Give me my goddamn picture!” Angus shouts.

“Hey man, if you took the photo just give it back,” you plead exasperatedly to Teddy, already tired of his whole innocent act.

“Stay out of it Y/n, it's alright,” Angus assures you and you move back to lean against the doorway. You sort of hope Angus socks him.

Kountze leaps to his feet and stalks towards him, “You need your girlfriend to defend you now? Seriously, what's your problem, Tully? Homesick? Maybe the little boy misses his mommy?”

“Fuck you, Kountze. Leave her out of it. And hey, why are you even here anyway? Where’s your family?”

“We’re renovating our house. It’s all torn up. They’re storing the tools and stuff in my room.” “That’s what they told you? It’s winter, idiot. Nobody renovates their house in the winter. Your parents don’t want you around because you’re a fucking insecure sociopath.”

“Hey, take it easy, guys.”

You can see Angus getting angrier. His shoulders are tense and in a last ditch effort you go up to him and whisper in his ear, “Punch him later. In private. Hunham won’t even hear our reasoning for rooming together. He’ll punish you by punishing me.”

Misery loves company, right? That was the saying at least. In your mind, suffering with Angus was better than the alternative. You didn’t want to spend these two weeks inside a glass case. From what you had seen, Hunham would have no problem in making you sit at your own lunch table or study in a separate classroom. You know that is what Ms. Orchard would have done if she was forced to take in the boys. She would have locked you in your dorm and insisted it was because you would “distract” them.

You can see the gears turning in Angus’s mind. He bites the inside of his cheek and finally nods before turning back to glare at Kountze. “You’re an asshole. I just needed you to know that.”

He turns around to retreat back to the room only to run straight into Mr. Hunhams chest. Angus leaps off and leans his back against the wall. Your own eyes widened, you hadn’t even heard the man's footsteps.

He surveys the room and notes all your disheveledness. Teddy's face looks flushed while Angus is still trying to control his heavy breathing. Everyone is completely silent and too scared to even make a move.

“What is going on here?”

“They weren’t fighting,” Alex squeaked. Mr. Hunham only seems to grow more suspicious. He shifted his sights to you and his eyebrow begins to raise, “They weren’t bothering you were they.”

“No. We were just talking,” you swallow the lump in your throat.

“What about?”

“Hmm?” You hum, straightening up.

“What were you all discussing mere seconds before I barged in on what, I am sure, was a highly intellectual conversation.”

“Shocking Blue,” you blurt out and Hunham turns his head as if asking for clarification. “The band that was on the radio.”

“Yeah, we love Shocking Blue,” Angus nods. The rest of the boys chime in, faking their agreement.

“They’re so good.”

“I listen to them all the time.”

Mr. Hunham continues to look unconvinced. Without a word he walks out, and you all collectively let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, you all stare at each other with giddiness. Like when you're a kid and get away with stealing a cookie from the cooling tray. You let yourself relax but shrivel back up upon the echo of Mr. Hunham's haunting voice, “Mr. Tully, Ms. L/n, in here. NOW.”

You frown, gazing up at Angus, “I think he found the room.”

…

After a stern talking to, Mr. Hunham begrudgingly agreed to let you and Angus sleep in the same room. He took a string of jingle bells that hung from a nearby Christmas decoration and tied it around Angus’s bedpost so that if he dared to move, he would hear it. You two were just fine with that.

Later you were escorted to the large dining hall. Mr. Hunham sat at the head of the table as the rest of you indulged in mindless chatter. You and Angus were on your third round of rock, paper, scissors, competing for nothing, when a lady came in to set down a platter of chicken, potatoes and asparagus.

“Lovely. Thank you, Mary.” the older man says.

You wait for the initial rush of grubby hands and pushing elbows to pass before you serve yourself, when you find that Angus already did it for you. He sets down the plate in front of you and then gets himself a serving of the green vegetable on his own dish.

“Didn’t we already have this for lunch?” Jason asks.

“And it was crappy then,” Teddy says through his eager chewing. You gag at the scene.

“Consider yourselves lucky. During the third Punic campaign, 149-146 B.C., the Romans laid siege to Carthage for three entire years. By the time it ended, the Carthaginians were reduced to eating sand and drinking their own urine. Hence the term punitive.”

The woman from earlier, that you now know is Mary, returns with some water. You give her a passing smile which she returns.

“Mary, maybe you’d, um, maybe you would care to join us,” Hunham stumbles through his words.

Kountze looks up from his food then glances at you with alarm. Like he can't fathom the idea of sitting with the cook.

You think Mary can sense his disdain when you notice her demeanor sour after a glimpse in his direction. “No, I’m all right. Thank you.” She escapes through the kitchen doors.

Teddy pipes up, “I mean, I know she’s sad about her son and everything, but still, she’s getting paid to do a job. And she should do it well, right?”

The chewing and scraping of silverware halts. You and Angus gauge each other's reaction, both of you completely shocked and slightly horrified. That boy for some reason just never knows when to shut up and continues, “But I guess no matter how bad a cook she is, now they can never fire her.”

“Will you shut up!” Mr. Hunham yells loud enough for you to flinch. He slams his fork and knife down. “You have no idea what that woman has… For most people, Mr. Kountze, life is like a henhouse ladder -- shitty and short. You were born lucky. Maybe someday you entitled little degenerates will appreciate that. If you don’t, I feel sorry for you, and we will not have done our jobs. Now eat!”

…

You're on your bed and catching up on some reading and soaking in the orange hue that the bedside lamp offers you. The boys are still getting ready for bed, and you were graciously offered the first shift in the showers. You’re waiting for your hair to dry when Angus walks in with his pajamas on, and a towel draped over his shoulders.

“You look very dapper,” You smirk.

“Thank you,” he plops down into his mattress. “You think Walleye is still mad?”

“Probably. I don’t blame him.”

“It made for a pretty awkward evening though.”

“Not one of the worst dinners I ever had. I’d rather endure another night like this than any dinner with my parents.”

“Oh yeah,” he sighs, “Your parents... You never did tell me the reason why you’re here holding over.”

You shuffle around in your bed and bring your blanket up to your neck, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on, it's just me now. Tell me. I told you!”

“It's no big reason, just small ones. They didn’t specify. I didn’t want to go home. It's complicated.”

“Okay you just gave like four different excuses right there. What happened? Is it super embarrassing? Did they forget about you or something,” he laughs.

You wince at his words and pray that the world opens up and swallows you whole. Realization dawns on his face, “Oh shit. Did they?”

You nod solemnly and begin picking on the thread of the blanket, trying to make the threading come undone.

“How could they do that? The same assholes who always make a huge deal about RSVPs and invitations. Seriously?”

“It’s alright. I’ll live. I mean what would I have done if I was there? I’d be in my room and waiting for them to drag me out so they could introduce me to people. They’d act like doting parents, ditching me a second later to play blackjack with their friends.”

“I’m sorry. I wish you would have told me, we could’ve… I could have done something.”

You smile, “I didn’t tell you cause I know you. You would’ve cursed them out the minute you had hold of them. Anyways, maybe it was faith to get stranded at Barton.”

“Or bad luck,” he quips, “maybe the universe wants us to die of mundanity together.”

“Either or,” you grin. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Let's go to bed.”

Angus nods and spreads his long limbs across the bed exaggeratingly before turning to face the wall. “Whatever you want. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight,” you go to turn off the lamp, wondering if you're being paranoid in sensing something off in the way he says your name.

…

Day 4 - December 20st, 1970

The last few days had been the same grueling routine. Mr. Hunham would wake you up with the banging of bedpans and you would groan and try to shove yourself deep into your pillows.

“All right, you fetid layabouts,” he would say, “It’s daylight in the swamp. Arise!”

In the quad you were all forced to run laps. You hadn’t anticipated doing exercise, so you were forced to wear some joggers from the lost and found. You had been able to convince him that walking would be better suited for you and your imaginary cramps. His face had completely paled, and he hadn’t even let you finish speaking when he said you walking would be just fine. Men and their immaturity, you think.

When Angus and the rest of the boys would pass by you, he would glare jokingly at you while you would stick your tongue out and wave him goodbye as he flew past you.

During study hall, you would read some more and ignore the ongoing feud between Kountze and Angus. In the span of the last few days, you must have read three entire books. There was a lot of downtime in between recreational time with Mr. Hunham and dinner.

Today you had all decided to walk along the river. You can hear the church bells in the distance signaling the fact that it is the afternoon. Angus is swinging around a branch while Teddy and Jason pass around a football. You steer clear of both. You walk in sync with Alex and Ye-Joon. You’ve taken a liking to them. They remind you of the little sibling you always wanted but never got.

“What about your car?” Angus suggests, “We could take it, go somewhere. Boston maybe.” Jason shakes his head, “Nah, we’d get in so much trouble. Face it. We’re stuck.”

“If we just had some way to get out of here. Just split,” Angus kicks a pile of snow.

“Well, you could put a chopper down right in the Quad.”

“A what?”

“A helicopter, dumb ass,” Teddy snaps, “His old man’s CEO of Pratt & Whitney.”

“Got his own bird,” Jason confirms, “Takes it from Stamford to the city every morning. Lands right in our backyard. Pilot’s name, Wild Bill.”

“Wild Bill?” Ye-Joon awes.

“Yeah. Flew up to Haystack with it. Took the presents and everything. Minus me,” he shrugs.

“Flying with presents, like Santa Claus,” Alex comments with glee.

“Yeah. Just like Santa Claus.”

Jason whistles and tilts his head for Teddy to “go long.” They play catch, getting farther from the group as they go.

“If I was back home right now back in Provo, it would be really warm inside, and my mom would be making baked apples, and the whole house would smell like cinnamon and brown sugar,” Alex reminisces. You smile sadly at the boy.

“That sounds so nice,” Ye-Joon agrees.

Kountze runs back suddenly and grabs one of Alex’s gloves and throws it into the river.

“What's wrong with you?” You intervene.

“Hey!” Alex says simultaneously.

“That’s what you get for ratting me out, little Mormon,” Teddy laughs, not an ounce of regret at what he just did. You tap Angus’s shoulder as you go trailing after the young boy, “I’m going to go help.”

“It’s gone! My glove’s gone!” Ollerman shouts. You continue searching for it through the clearing.

“Twisted fucker orphaned that glove on purpose. Left you with one so the loss would sting that much more,” Angus shouts back.

Ollerman looks to be on the verge of tears. He stares down at his hands and starts walking down a snowy ramp. He throws the other glove before you can do anything to stop it. He watches it disappear downstream as you make your own way down.

“Did your mother make you that?”

He nods. “It’s alright. I know where he keeps his wallet. We’ll steal it and buy a new one.”

You manage to bring out a muffled laugh from him. You consider it a win.

…

Angus wakes up in the middle of the night to see you knitting. He gets up from the bed to see your progress.

“Oh hello, grandma,” he scoffs. “When did you learn to do that?”

“Girl scouts before I quit. You guys had a bunch of yarn just rotting behind your auditorium stage. Did you know that?”

“No? Are you making that for the kid?”

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

“That looks like crap,” Angus chuckles as he messes around with the gloves fingers. You swat his hand away.

“I never said I earned the badge. Besides, it's the thought that counts.”

“I’m going to get a glass of water. You want some?”

“No thanks.”

Angus leaves the room, only to return a couple seconds later.

“Ye-Joon is crying,” he whispers. You furrow your eyebrows and get up to follow him. His cries become louder, and you turn the corner to see the poor boy shivering.

“Are you all right?” You ask.

“I had a nightmare,” You crouch down so you can hear him better.

“Don’t worry we get nightmares too. Right Angus?”

“Yeah, I’m always falling. Or drowning.”

“Also, I had an accident,” he weeps.

You motion for Angus to check. He doesn't have to look far.

“Yeah, you did. Shhh. Stop crying. If they hear you, they’ll crucify you. Which would be ironic, since you’re Buddhist.”

“I know it’s an excellent school, and my brothers went here. But I miss my family, and I have no friends,” he sobs full-on. You hush him gently.

“You have plenty of time to make friends. You’re like a freshman, right? I would start worrying when you're fifty and living vicariously through your kids.”

“Yeah man. You could have a thousand friends and not like any of them. What would be the point of having them then,” Angus adds.

“We’ll help you hide the sheets in the morning, all right?” You wipe his tears with a tissue from a Kleenex box nearby. “Find a dry spot and try to get some sleep.”

“Thank you,” Park smiles consoled. Before going back to bed you ask him one last thing, “Hey do you like gloves?”

Ye-Joon gives you a quizzical look. …

Day 5 - December 22, 1970

Once again, you’re all studying in silence in a fancy room with portraits of dead white guys on the wall.

Mr. Hunham clears his throat loudly and Jason leans in to mutter in disgust, “Are you kidding me? It’s only eleven and he’s already lit. I can smell the whiskey on him.”

“Can you blame him? It’s freezing in here. It’s fucking Greenland in here,” Angus retorts.

From outside you hear the faint whirring of a machine. Not a car but something else. You all approach the window and spot the helicopter flying above the trees. It lands in the quad just like Jason had said it could. An older man steps out and he looks like one of the men you imagine roam Wall Street.

“He finally caved, the big softie!” Smith exclaims. He all but skips to the door and turns to you all, “Hey, any of you guys like to ski?”

You and Hunham stay behind as the rest go racing after him, filled with hope for what must be the first time in days. He goes to subdue the riot they make as they whoop down the hall, but you stop him by grabbing a hold of the end of his sleeve.

“Uh, sir? If Jason is inviting us, would you have to call our parents?”

“That would be proper protocol, yes.”

“Oh. Is there a way I could stay here then? I never cared for skiing and my parents would say no anyway.”

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I’d have to ask Woodrup about this first. Come on along,” he clears the path for you.

Grumbling, you find your way to the administrative offices. Hunham, Jason and his father shut themselves in a room. The boys along with Angus all try to listen in on the conversation by pressing their face as close as humanly possible against the glass. You watch from the sideline as Jason gives you guys a thumbs up. The hallway erupts in cheers and a minute later Mr. Hunham steps out with an announcement, “Gentlemen, good news. I was able to reach Dr. Woodrup and your parents. Most of them, anyway.”

Paul glances at Angus and you. Angus expression falters.

As the rest pack, you find refuge in your room. You can, however, hear Angus’s pleads.

“Try calling again. Just one more time. Please.”

“There’s no point. The desk clerk said no one’s answering. He says they’re away on some excursion.”

“Excursion,” he repeats.

Mr. Hunham scoffs, “I’m as disappointed as you are, if not more so. I could be spending the rest of my vacation reading mystery novels.”

“Maybe they’re back by now. Just call again.”

“Okay,” he gives in and marches down the corridor.

Ye-Joon had wished you goodbye a moment ago and now does the same for Angus, “Happy Holidays.”

“Same to you.”

“Take care, Tully.” Smith follows Park, giving him a pitiful pat on the arm.

You catch Alex as he is about to exit. You’ve wrapped the gloves you worked on endless last night in newspapers. “This is for you. Try not to get them stolen by Teddy again. I don’t think my fingers can handle another round of knitting.”

Ollerman smiles genuinely, giving you a hug you didn’t expect. You’re unable to return it as he has your stiff arms completely glued to your side. You follow him out, and Angus scowls in your direction.

“Why aren’t you more upset about this? That was our only way out and we blew it.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Did you really want to go skiing with Kountze that badly?”

“No, I wanted to get out of here badly. Your parents seriously didn’t answer either?”

“Um-.”

“Hey, you know what! Maybe Hunham can call them again and they can take us both in!”

“Angus no-,”

“Yeah, come on! Let's go ask,” he tugs at your hand to get you through the corridor.

“No Angus. I don’t want to.”

“What, why?”

You run your hand through your hair, “I asked Mr. Hunham not to ring them.”

“Wait. So, you didn’t even try to leave!”

“No! I thought I was clear the night we talked about why I didn’t want to go back to that house. If they answer they’ll pull the victim card and be all ‘I can’t believe you guys kept my child from me! Who do I sue?’ before coming to fetch me and berating me all the way back.”

“Listen, I wasn’t going to say anything because I could tell you were upset but you could have at least let them know for both our sakes. Then we could have spent the holidays in a hotel in Boston or something! We didn’t have to stay with them.”

“I knew you were off that night!” You curse the way you’ve managed to read him. “Anyways, with what money? To do what?”

“I don’t-, I don’t know… we could have figured it out.”

“I can’t believe you're getting mad at my decision.”

“It’s a pretty selfish one,” his eyes widened like he couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.

You gasp and hit him harshly at his side. “Ow!” he yelps.

“You’re being an asshole right now. I’ve never been madder at you in my entire life.”

“Really? What about that time I spilled mashed potatoes all over your dress? Your face was beet red,” he mocks.

You go to swat at him again only for him to dodge you. You try once more and fail, almost falling onto the floor but stopping yourself by putting your hand on the nearest wall. If you weren’t so angry this would have reminded you of the times you would wrestle when you were eight. Especially now and the way he holds you back by putting his hand on your forehead to keep you at arm's length. You give up with a huff and you b-line to your room.

“Tell Mr. Hunham I won't be at dinner tonight!”

You hear him groan behind the door you slammed shut and then the sound of his footsteps fading. In your solitude you collapse on the bed, letting out a scream into your pillow. Even though it's muffled, you hope Angus can feel it from where he is. That it reaches him and causes goosebumps to arise all over his stupidly long arms. …

You had skipped out on dinner like you said you would. Although Mr. Hunham had been polite enough to bring a plate down to the infirmary. As he handed it to you, he said lowly, “I’m not sure what that little deviant did, but I’m sure it's related to his foul mood and your absence tonight. Let me know if I can do anything.”

You almost wanted to cry at his politeness. Later he invited you to the kitchen common room and claimed there was a TV there. Considering you had only stared at words on a page for the last few days, you jumped at the offer. You saw Mary there and to your displeasure Angus had been forced to tag along so that Mr. Hunham could supervise him.

Your eyes were glued to the television, not letting Angus’s burning stare get the best of you. They were watching “The Newlywed Game” and drinking from mugs. It was not half-bad. In fact, it was starting to get pretty good to see these couples have their relationship crushed within a thirty-minute runtime with ad breaks in between.

The boy had begun throwing pieces of balled up paper at you and you picked them off your hair and tried your damnedest to not pay him any mind. You could hear him tear a new page from that magazine of his and finally you snapped at him. “Will you stop it? You’re wasting paper.”

“Thank God. You’re talking to me,” he stood straighter in his seat. “Here's the thing, I'm sorry. I should have never said that you were selfish. Cause you’re like, not. You’re honestly the most unselfish person I know.”

“I don’t want your apology right now. I’m watching TV.”

“I just got caught up in the moment is all. The truth is that-.”

“Angus, I said I don’t want to hear it!” You raised your voice loud enough to catch the attention of both Mr. Hunham and Mary.

“Everything alright back there?” Hunham takes the pipe out of his mouth to ask.

You get up, brushing invisible dust off your skirt. “Can I be excused. I’m pretty tired.”

“That’ll be fine.”

“Thank you,” You pick up your discarded book from the nearby coffee table before leaning down and whispering in Angus' ear, “Don't follow me.”

As you stomp away you hear Mary say, “We need to get those two onto this program. Win us a trip to Bermuda.”

Mr. Hunham lets out a suppressed chuckle, embracing it soon after along with Mary. You roll your eyes at the pair and their drunkenness. You’re comforted by the fact that they’ll have a big headache tomorrow. …

You’re shaken at a frantic rate. You went to sleep early but were awoken now by a mischievous looking Angus. He dangles a set of keys right in front of your face.

“What are you doing?” You squint under the harsh glare of the flashlight.

“Inviting you on a night of adventure. Walleye is completely blacked out. He won’t even notice us gone.”

“No thank you,” you turn away from him and drape your blanket over your head. He tugs it back down.

“Come on. Please?”

“I’m still not in the mood. Plus, now I’m tired.”

“Y/n,” he whines.

“If you find a cookie in a pantry somewhere you know what to do,” you murmur, already being lulled back to sleep by the warmth you feel under the covers.

“Y/n,” he says more seriously, “I am sorry.”

“I know,” you sigh. Maybe you had been too harsh. You prop yourself up on your elbows, “It’ll be better tomorrow. We will talk then.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He embraces you tightly in a hug. As he parts away, you two are face to face. You’re able to notice his eyes gleam under the light of the moon. You wonder when his eyes got to be that dark of a brown. Those same eyes flicker to your lips. You stare at him wearily as he clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck. He walks backwards to leave, his back bumping into a nearby lamp. “Shit. Sorry. Uh, goodnight. Bye.”

You were probably disorientated. Sleep deprived most definitely. Or maybe that secondhand smoke finally got to you. Surely you were just seeing things. Because surely, your best friend hadn’t just looked at you the way songs and books always seemed to describe love.

a/n: Thanks again for reading! Just to clarify some things, obviously Y/n knows about Angus’s dad, but just like in the movie, he doesn’t let it show how much it affects him. That’s why Y/n is unaware of why Boston is such a big deal. Anyways bye :)) until next time. Let me know your thoughts.

#angus tully x reader #angus tully #the holdovers

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apomaro-mellow · 3 months

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For Steddie bingo, “Eddie Caused Steve’s Gay Awaking ™️” I adore a good “Oh. Oh” moment we’re Steve’s brain just glitches bc of Eddie

Have a bit of post s4 recovery as well!

"You know he doesn't look half bad when he's asleep like this", Steve commented like it was a totally normal thing to say about a guy friend currently in a hospital bed.

Clearly it wasn't because Dustin AND Robin were looking at him like he'd grown a second head.

"You know what I mean, all peaceful and junk. I don't think I've ever seen him like...like this, you know?"

"Yeah, I know", Dustin said. "He never sat still, even when things were fine."

He could have just left it at that, but Steve couldn't leave it alone. Why did Eddie's sleeping face get that reaction from him? Steve remembered being around guy friends while they slept. He never had any thoughts deeper than hoping they didn't drool. He'd seen Dustin sleeping and while he thought he looked deceptively cherubic while unconscious, it was like watching a baby sleep. Cute, when they weren't shouting at the top of their lungs.

Eddie being awake wasn't much better. Well-it was, given the alternative was death by gut injuries. But every time he opened his eyes, Steve let out a relieved breath and got to watch him slowly return to the world of the waking and wished he could spare Eddie a few more precious moments where he was blissfully unaware of the world outside that still wanted to kill him.

Hm.

Hmmm.

There was something really familiar about it all that he couldn't put his finger on. One day, when he came to the hospital to visit Eddie, he got an idea, making sure to close the door behind himself.

"Hey, uh, mind if I lay down with you?", Steve asked.

"You don't mind laying in bed with a freak?", Eddie asked.

"Come on man, I didn't get a lot of sleep", he lied. "Plus, you know you're like the fifth freakiest person I know."

"Fifth?", Eddie gasped. "I should lick your elbow for that", he threatened, but scooched anyway and lied on his side. There really wasn't a ton of room on the bed, but on their sides, they were just barely able to squeeze in together. Steve let out a breath as he got comfortable and imagined waking up like this, next to one of his many dates. Except this time, it was Eddie's face who greeted him after a night together.

Instantly, he felt the urge to reach out and stroke his hair, to kiss him awake, to coax him from sleep softly and whisper a promise of 'next time'. And the idea of doing so with a man wasn't a deterrent at all.

Well, that was new.

"What's going on under all that hair Harrington?", Eddie asked softly.

"Are you doing anything later?"

Eddie snickered. "Got a hot date with a catheter later."

"And after that?"

"Careful Stevie, it almost sounds like you're asking me out."

"And if I am?", Steve asked, eyes hopeful.

Eddie searched them for any signs of deceit. Because Steve Harrington couldn't be lying next to him, asking him out right now.

"I'd say....that Iiiiii, I guess I'll have to call the catheter and cancel."

Steve smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Steddie bingo under the cut.

I just realized I technically have bingo but yall are more than welcome to keep sending me prompts until i fill up the whole card LOL

#thanks for the ask!#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #fanfiction

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ilovechuuy4 · 2 months

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ᰔ୨୧ Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile ୨୧ᰔ

Characters; Chuuya, Fyodor, Dazai, Atsushi

BSD Men and what they would do for Valentines~

A/N: OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SOB THIS WAS SO EVERYLY RUSHED.. I HOPE THIS ISN'T BAD RAHHH I LOVE Y'ALL THO ALSO I GAVE EACH ON OF THEM A SINGLE HC BC YEA!! ALSO THANK YOG @luvfy0dor FOR IDEAS ILY note. When it gets to chuuya's I am NO CHEF SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH...

Scenarios˚ ∘ ٭୨୧∘

Atsushi 🐯

→ Atsushi will go out of his way to get you multiple things, chocolate, flowers, stuffed bears/tigers etc. He'd spend million of dollars on you if he had it

It was around Atsushi come back from the ADA workplace as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend, Atsushi, to arrive back. You wanted to do something cute for the 14th of February which is well, Valentine's Day. You sat directly to the left side of the couch, watching a movie until he arrives.

Meanwhile, Atsushi wasn't making his way home but to the energy markets and stores with a thought in mind. He was ready to make your day even better than before. He searches around the markets grabbing a lot of different things. He was going to spend money, money on you he didn't care how much every thing he got was.

As an hour goes by, Atsushi finally ended up at the cash register. His hands full of all types of goodies. A stuffed white tiger that was as large as his forearm, light red and pink roses and another flower variants, and different sweets and chocolates some in those heart boxes, some name branded. With a bright smile and about 100 dollars spend, he walks home seemed pretty proud of himself.

He didn't think of asking you to be his Valentines because well, your his S/O so why did it matter if he asked? He hums softly as he makes it to the apartment, fumbling with the keys of the front door before unlocking it, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. "Mhm, my precious baby? I'm home." He hums softly putting every thing on the counter.

You perk up and bit, standing up from the couch and skittering over to him. "Mmh, hi my love." You murmurs out hugging Atsushi. "Hey, will you uh- be my valentine?" Atsushi says with a soft smile. You smile back, kissing his cheek softly. "Of course, why wouldn't I not?" You say with a cheeky grin taking the stuffed tiger out the bag.

"Hey this looks like you, silly." You said with a chuckle. Atsushis arms wrapped around you, his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. "Yes because I want you to think of me every time you see it, happy Valentine's baby.." He says with a laugh.

Chuuya 🍷

→ Chuuya, like Atsushi, goes all out but with the amount of money he has he definitely goes above and beyond, flower petals, candle lit house, fancy gourmet dinner cooked by yours truly and you can't forget the wine that will be neatly set on the table.

It was the time just half passed 6pm and you were on your way back to the home your boyfriend owned. The sun was already slowly setting the hues of the color filled sky shining I to the small puddles on the ground. The weather wasn't the best today but it was all fine if you get to spend the say with your boyfriend.

You take out your keys from your bag, carefully unlocking the door to the large apartment or well penthouse. Once you walk in you see your boyfriend, Chuuya, in some pants and apron, no shirt and lied was he attractive. "Oh, hey doll your back? How was work, hmm?" The ginger said with a smirk, his pearly whites showing off.

"Oh it was same old same old, what are you cooking?" You hum, letting down your H/C hair from the short/long ponytail you had to have up for work. "It's just something simple, steak with peppercorn sauce, that sound good darlin'?" He hummed out, the food looked delicious this wasnt just "something simple" you knew chuuya loves to go all out when it's days like this.

"Yea, something simple?" You said with a mock smile as you watched him cut up the freshly cooked steak that was medium rare(or well done) and then placed them on the plate along with Cajun potatoes and spicy slaw the steak topped with the peppercorn sauce. "I hope you're hungry because I made this special just for you." He said, cringing a bit at his own words as he slips it onto the dinning table.

You make your way to the dinning table and sit down, you watched as Chuuya poured y'all both a glass of wine. "Go ahead, dig in doll I'm not judgin'." The orange haired male said with a shit eating yet cheeky grin as he started to eat his own food. You had to admit, the presentation was amazing as you picked your fork up and began eat, Lord was it amazing it tasted as if you were at a 5 star restaurant reservation.

Y'all soon had finished eating, Chuuya stands and gently slips the glasses and plates along with the utensils into the sink before coming back to the table. "C'mere I wanna love up on you." He said gently patting his thigh, what was he some weirdo trying to get a cat to come? Either way it worked. You stood up and reluctantly slipped onto his lap. He left out a soft groan as he feels your entire body sink onto him, he loved it, he basically worships your body.

"Yea, this is nice." He mutters his arms around your waist and his face buried in total he crook of your neck, placing soft messy kisses on the nape of your neck. "Mmh? Yea a bet it is." You tease, running your nails through his messy orange hair massaging his scalp. "Yea, it really is. I love you doll, Happy Valentine's Day." He murmurs gently biting down on your neck.

Fyodor🔪

→ Fyodor innitonally thought valentines day was just a cringe and corny day but now that he has you he spoils you the best he can~

You and Fyodor have been dating for almost a year and a half and for that year y'all haven't really celebrated Valentine's Day not because y'all hate it just because you both don't know what to do for one another. But obviously today was different for Fyodor he wanted to make this a good Valentine's Day for the both of you.

He saw one of those videos of someone making paper roses out of book paves and took it upon himself to make at least a bouquet of these paper flowers. He started it when he was free from work and you were off with friends. He was on the very last flower, his slender fingers trembling softly as he taped and glued each one together.

Once finally finished he put them in a paper wrapping some were painted a soft purple and others were just the paper color. He only has a few different chocolates, he wasnt 100% sure what to get you since this was his first time buying Valentine's things for a S/O. He had also worked on a hand written note that was a bit cringy but his heart was put into everything and that's what mattered.

You shortly arrive home as he finished up, he stood up quickly grabbing the things and walked to greet you. "My myshka your home? How was your day out?" His thick Russian voice seeped into your ears making you smile as you took off your coat and shoes 'nd putting them in their desired places before going over to hug your boyfriend.

"It was alright they all had their boyfriends/girlfriends around so they left pretty early." You said with a slight smile. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't their, maybe I should just come next time?" He said with a slightly closed mouth smile. "No it's alright Fedya don't worry about it too much."

"No I will come next time it's just I was busy making this stuff for you." He said taking the paper roses, the note and a few box's of chocolates off the kitchen counter. "It's not too much but it's the best thing I could have thought of, I hope you like it my love." He said kissing your hair.

You smile softly as you read the note, you could tell he put a lot of time in this entire thing, the paper roses, the note and just going out to get the chocolates. "Awe, thank you Fedya..i really appreciate it." You said as the slight smile faded into a bigger one.

"You're very much welcome, you're my everything and I wanted to try this Valentine's Day thing out with you at least once. Happy Valentine's Day my myshka." He hums before putting a slow, tender kiss onto your lips.

Dazai🤕🐌

→ Dazai is NOT like the others in this one bro his broke ass can't afford any of that he's bringing you to the goddamn cheesecake Factory ୨୧

When Dazai arrived home he said he wanted to bring you somewheres as he seemed to be in a rush, he told you to get ready nothing to fancy though. So that's exactly what you did you dressed in something slightly casual not too causal though and then helped Dazai fix up his bandages before y'all headed out.

It was about a 30 minute walk from yalls apartment to the place and ones you saw what it was you smile softly, the cheesecake factory. You love the effort he's put into all of Valentine's Day for the both of y'all. "The cheesecake Factory? Mmh thank you 'Samu." You said with a smile.

"Of course babe~ Let's go let's go inside now sweet cheeks." He said with a smile, he was definitely feeling all giddy as he gently tapped your ss to get you to go inside. Once inside the waiter greeted y'all, you assumed Dazai made the reservation prior or when you didn't know because how else would y'all get in so easily? Once sat in the back of the restaurant y'all ordered the drinks the two of you preferred.

Dazai hums softly his hand gently rubbing your thigh as y'all looked through the menu, Dazai ended up getting the warm crab dip as an appetizer for the both of you. "Dazai, my love, when did you make the reservation? I didn't see you make it any this week?" You said, cocking an eyebrow. "I did it some time, that's for me to know not you babe.~" He said with a cheeky grin as the appetizer came out.

The lighting of the place was warm and calming as you 'nd Dazai spoke about what food y'all should order, he told you to get what you wanted and he wouldn't hold you back which was pretty weird but oh well? Soon the waiter came back to take your orders. You ended up just ordering the filet Mignon with the green beans and mashed potatoes. While Dazai got the Cajun jambalaya pasta.

Y'all didn't wait too too long until the food arrived and y'all started to eat. The food was good it wasn't five star but it was a good 4.5. Y'all finished eating about 20 minutes later and y'all were completely full but Dazai had one last thing. The waiter came back once more and placed down a cheesecake that was to go.

You looked at it, reading the strawberry glaze that was made into words "Happy Valentine's Babe" is what is read, you smile softly as you feel Dazai's hand still rubbing your thigh. "Alright let's go home?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he stood up, leaving the right amount of cash on the table for a tip.

Once y'all leave, the cheesecake in a bag y'all walk down the sidewalk back to the apartment. You unlock the door and walk inside, the brunette placing the cheesecake on the dinning room table. "That was a nice date, my love." You say with a closed mouth smile.

"Mmh? Was it sweet cheeks? Well I'm glad you liked it." He said, he was so cocky but you still loved him. His slender arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. "But I bet their cheesecake isn't as sweet as you~" He said as he quickly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slipping passed your lips. "Mmh, happy Valentine's Day Babe~" He muttered against your lips.

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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hi i’m very sorry if this is out of pocket but i haven’t seen something like this — so i saw you’re willing to do hc’s for ninjago, so can you do like the ninja in pixel empire reacting to male/gn reader’s ingame outfit ??? for zane (+ pix if u want) it could be like a playon detective thing since they don’t go in the game

thanksies if you do do this (and if u can’t do all the ninja dw! just do the onesnu can / want!!)

Not out of pocket at all, my friend!! Still sorta testing the waters for writing Ninjago characters, so this was good practice! Also, I didn't include any physical descriptions bc I wanted y'all to be able to imagine you're wearing something you like :]

(for Zane and Pixal, we are just pretending they could go in the game shhhh)

Ninjago - Elemental Ninjas (+ Pixal) Reacting to Your Outfit in Prime Empire

Jay

With the help of one of the many "Jays," you eventually ended up in Jay's club

When he appeared on stage, he immediately noticed you

"Y/N!!!"

He leapt off the stage and ran over to you, stopping a few feet away so that he could look you over

"AAAH you look so cool!!!! And I thought my outfit was nice! Gah, I wish I had thought of something like that!"

You laughed, assuring him that his outfit was also very stylish

He ignored you, walking around you in a circle and fangirling over every little detail

You literally had to tell him to stop, he would not be quiet about how good your outfit was

Cole

You were looking yourself over, pretty satisfied with your choices of clothing

You noticed that you weren't the only one staring at your outfit

Cole was standing a little ways away

He was watching you intently, almost gaping at you

You felt your face heat up a little

Your satisfaction with your choices was suddenly waning

Feeling a little insecure, you asked:

"What?"

Cole just smiled, meeting your eyes with his own, filled with admiration

"Nothing. Just thinking of how lucky I am. And how good-lookin' you are."

You snorted, smiling back at him with your confidence restored

Kai

The first thing you heard when you stepped out into the open with your new outfit was a whistle

Worried for a second that it was some stranger being a creep, you whirled around ready to slap someone

But it was just Kai, watching you with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall

"Nice threads."

You breathed a sigh of relief, making your way over to him to give him a light punch on the arm

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders

"No, seriously. You look super cool."

"Not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek

Zane

Zane isn't really one for appearances; he doesn't really care what people look like

But he can still recognize when someone looks nice

Like you, when you emerged in your in-game outfit

You approached him with a proud grin on your face

You looked great, and it made him happy that you were confident

He gave a smile in return

It was one of his sweet, genuine smiles that you adored so much

He took both your hands in his as he said:

"I like your outfit. It suits you."

Lloyd

Lloyd was looking around, surveying the unfamiliar landscape

He was caught off guard when he noticed you walking towards him, wearing a rather flattering outfit

He felt his cheeks heat up instantly

He floundered when you stopped in front of him; his mind was totally blank

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as he stared

Realizing he was being rude, he fumbled to say something

"You, uh... You look nice."

He smiled awkwardly, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt

You just chuckled, treasuring his reaction

Nya

Nya perked up as you approached her, already smiling at the mere sight of you

Her eyes widened when she noticed your outfit

She brought a hand to cup her cheek endearingly

She stared for a moment, cheeks turning rosy as she returned her gaze to your face

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said:

"Well, don't you look nice!"

She took your hand in hers as she showed you off to the others

"Guys, look at y/n! Don't they look cool?"

Pixal

Kind of like Zane, she doesn't care for appearances

She's more focused on functionality when it comes to clothing

So when you approach her in your new outfit, the first thing she does is overanalyze it

She walks around you in a circle, pointing and tugging at different parts

She's lowkey critiquing you 💀

"This will be good in allowing you to move freely. This part is too loose; it might get caught on something. You'll have to be careful."

She's doing it because she loves you, I promise

She just wants you to be as efficient and safe as you can be!

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you anon for the request!! I hope this was okay :)

(divider by saradika)

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strkyoo · 6 months

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i love the way you write lynette! she's so cutie patootie and huggable :)

since the request is still open, can i request freminet x male reader? where reader is reviewing an album photo of freminet and his siblings when they're still young. freminet became all embarrassed by your praises, like "you're so cute in this photo" or anything like that. it can be drabble or oneshot, i don't mind, pls take your time <3

✦ 彡 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

pairing ; freminet x male!reader — fluff !

in which ; freminet and you accidentally find his old photo album, and the two of you decide to look at it.

warnings ; established relationship, energetic reader?, nicknames (fremi — freminet receiving), many compliments and teasing from reader bc they cherish fremi with all of their soul (relatable), flushy fremi, tooth rotting fluff bc AUGH i love this boy so SO muhc — wc ; 773

a/n ; a freminet x male reader?? HELLO???? dont mind if i do 🙏🙏‼️ though i think this is more leaned to gn side so hope you dont mind :3

〉MASTERLIST〈

today is indeed a lovely day, where you’re just chilling in freminet’s quiet, penguin-themed room. since the twins are out of the house for their magic performance, the two of you can do anything without being disturbed and teased by the twins.

it was really fun— you played with freminet for hours in his bedroom, from card games like uno to role playing with his penguin plushie, pers. until you saw something strange poked out from his drawer. something like… an album photo?

you walked toward the album photo and took it with a curious grin, walking back to his bed and holding the book tightly in your arms— just in case freminet wanted to take the book from you. but instead of trying to take the book or plead to you, he silently observed the old book in your arms. as if he wanted to see the book containing his childhood photos too!

you flipped the first page, and there was a quite old photo (based on the texture and quality) of freminet in his baby form. hugging his beloved penguin plushie, pers, so tightly. he looked kinda funny too.

“you’re so cute!!” you exclaimed, looking at the baby photo of him and his current self repeatedly. “see how much you’ve changed, fremi!” you added with a genuine smile, pressing your nose against his squishy cheeks, intentionally kissed it too.

“... i looked goofy.” he suddenly added, his voice still monotone, but you can sense a hint of shyness in it. he was being so straightforward... “pfft—! well, baby photos are always goofy and weird, but you looked cuter here!”

freminet couldn’t help but smile as well at your compliment, as he kept observing his baby form while waiting for you to flip to another page.

the next page, there is a photo of freminet reaching the age of five and getting a penguin pajamas as a gift from the twins. gosh, he looked so happy— that big, innocent smile brings a smile to you too!

“ah, i remembered that pajama. ever since lyney and lynette gave it to me on my birthday, i never even want to change my clothes. i insisted on wearing it all the time,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, pointing at the penguin pajamas.

you squealed because you were melted by the photo, swinging your legs excitedly. “archons, fremi! why are you so cute?!” you asked with a hint of aggressive affection, making freminet a little surprised. were his old photos that cute? it wasn’t even close to good… he thought.

after a few minutes of trying to calm down, you flipped to the next page, revealing the younger freminet hugging his penguin plushie while sleeping so serenely. and he looked so pretty too…

“i don’t remember this photo.” freminet said quietly, observing his younger sleeping self. “did lyney take it without my knowledge?” he asked again, quietly, as if he was asking himself.

“why are you suddenly whispering?” you suddenly asked, accidentally breaking the silence and cracking a smile. “oh, uh—”

“i just didn’t want to wake him up.” he joked while pointing at his younger self in the picture, making you laugh a little and nudging his shoulder playfully. “are you always like this? lookin’ so pretty when you were asleep?”

“s-stop…” he mumbled, clearly getting overwhelmed by each of your compliments. “don’t ‘s-stop’ me! just admit that you’re not just a pretty crier, but a pretty sleeper too!”

as time goes by, you spend hours looking at the childhood album photo with your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop squealing and showering him with so much affection and kisses, and it made him blush hard for the rest of the day. it’s not your fault that he’s so goddamn adorable.

another note ; IM BACK!! omg finally WUAUAUUA it took so long to write this smh…. i miss writinf so much.. kinda fell in love with this new theme ngl

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo, 2023.

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astrxealis · 1 year

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i really want to write a song one day

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#my inspiration to write poetry came back today... or rather yesterday now #but i've been searching up the meanings behind lyrics of songs lately a lot more than i usually do (though i do like my own interpretation #i also want to see the actual meaning in mind and kind of do prefer that i think) songs not from video games btw!#bcs if it's from video games. you can bet i already searched up immediately lol <3 #but uhm. yeah. i love writing and i know i have a creative mind ever since i was really young and i love music!#i remember in the car when i was really young i liked to imagine song lyrics alongside melodies? but i want to do that someday #in a proper way. yk. idk how people make songs tbh but i love music so very much i do want to make my own one day.#just casually though GBHJSEBGJH i am very ambitious but i doubt and also don't want to get big in the music scene. but also #it's not as if i'll ever really know! and i'm not sure to what extent i want to be involved with making music. considering i want a #career relating to computer science or psychology/psychiatry or law so... yeah. and i want to go overseas. and explore. and travel.#and i want to make my own video game and write my own book. or multiple of them. so. yeah.#i've always been very ambitious but it was paired with my mind that for some reason never thought i'd have a future but now it's #getting. really there. and it's scary but also it's exciting and still scarier but also. yeah. it's nice. so i'll actually work towards my #dreams! tbh for a long time? i wasn't sure what dreams and hopes i had... like. idk. i just couldn't remember. but now i do.#so i'll try my best and try to be kinder to myself. and uh idk if anyone read this oops i'm rambling at almost 1 am. but yeah! <3 #don't forget to treat yourself well. you deserve happiness and success. love yourself. don't give up. you'll achieve your dreams. <33

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number-onekidqueen · 2 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Luke Castellan x Poseidon!fem!reader

hi i have no idea if you take requests but if you do could you write for Luke x daughter of poseidon? I’ve been thinking about someone who’s similar to Luke who’s felt neglected by their God parent and when their half brother Percy comes and gets claimed within a week, she’s angry and jealous bc hers took almost a year. An angel in disguise, evil lovers trope 🥹🎀🫶 just wanted to share this concept that’s been itching my brain

comfort fluff

warnings: crying, gods being bad parents, jealousy, insecurity

The new blond kid furrowed his brow again, and you groaned internally.

“So we’re supposed to love them but they don’t even come and see us?”

The arrival of another kid was always exciting. They’d stumble over the border, scared out of their mind, and once they calmed down, you’d get to hear their story. They all had such different ones and all the details and quirks in them fascinated you to no end.

The less fun part was answering all the questions they had, and trying to make camp seem fun and exciting, when they were usually so broken. It never seemed right to you to talk about rowing races, as if they were antidotes for leaving your old life behind.

Percy Jackson, however, was proving to be more curious and.... confident than new demigods were typically.

You exchanged a look with Luke at Percy's comment, wondering how to answer this curveball of a question. You noticed his jaw was clenched, and he seemed to be making no kind of attempt at responding.

“Well, uh, yeah, more or less.” You replied lamely.

“I don’t get it. If we’re their kids why don’t they come down and visit us? Get to know us?”

“My question exactly,” Luke murmured bitterly to you, but then he grinned, clapping Percy on the shoulder.

“Eh, the gods they’re busy and all. But you don’t have to worry about them. Burn a bit of your food, pray sorta regularly and they’ll be happy. And just enjoy-"

“Who's my dad?”

Another difficult question.

"Sorry Percy, we don't know," you replied softly. "you'll know when you get claimed."

"Claimed?"

You explained the claiming process, and your unease grew as Percy frowned more and more as you continued. It was obvious he was against claiming.

"So let me get this straight," Percy paused, his expression one of utter distaste. "I've gotta do something cool - something amazing - in my first few days at camp to make my dad notice me?"

You winced. "Yeah, something like that."

"He doesn't just come down, and recognise me?" He asked in disbelief.

"The gods don't really... come down, Percy," Luke corrected, also wincing.

"So, what, they-"

"Don't stress too much about it, Percy. I'm sure your dad will claim you soon, and then we can all celebrate." You reassured with a grin.

If only that had been right.

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And you had won! You whooped, joining the cacophony of victory that was the Hermes cabin, all gazing triumphantly at the flag Luke had captured and was brandishing with pride.

When your eyes met Luke’s, your head spun. He had really done it! Your best friend, your amazing, brave best friend had won it again! He grinned at you, and your heart seemed to jump towards him erratically. Before you could think straight, you were running closer, and-

“Y/N! I think you have a brother?”

Huh?

Brother?

You noticed the atmosphere had changed drastically, and the campers had become hushed around you, whispering and pointing. And they were all… kneeling?

“Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon!”

At Chiron's call, you turned to where they faced and saw a dumbstruck Percy, thigh-high in water, squinting above him.

At a massive, glowing green trident.

Poseidon. He was your brother.

What?!

After the initial tidal wave of shock, and even joy for Percy wore off, you were outraged. Percy had been at camp for what couldn’t have been two days. And he was already claimed? When it took you nearly a year of hoping and crying and praying to do so?

What in the Gods did this mean? Were you not as special as Percy? Did your dad hate you? What in the- what- he- you- he-

You couldn’t think about it anymore, your thoughts incoherent and speeding through your mind. Your chest tightened, and you couldn't breathe, your lungs still and your eyes heavy with tears.

No, no, no, no. You wouldn’t ruin your brother’s claiming.

Even though your father ruined everything-

You began stumbling back, walking between rows of kneeling campers, as quietly as you could. It still seemed thunderous to your ears. You could feel the stares, but you tried not to think about that either. Judgement was at the bottom of your stress agenda.

Once the forest obscured your form, you began sprinting, dodging trees and shrubbery as you made a rapid escape to your cabin. The anxious thoughts didn't stop, even as the world rushed past you.

Breathe in, breathe- my dad hates me- out.

Breathe- he loves my brother more- in.

bre- he'll never love me as much- out.

b- you weren’t good enough, and you never have been- r-e-a-t-h-e

Once inside, you collapsed against the cool door. Your breathing finally slowed, as your eyes travelled over the familiar blue scenery. Felt the slightly chipped paint beneath your fingerprints. Inhaled the salty, sandy smell. This was your home. You could safely cry in here, feel comfortable, do anything you wanted-

Until Percy came.

You wouldn’t even have five minutes in here before everyone came back, and swung the doors wide for Percy. And you would be forgotten, shoved into a lesser position to make room for your shiny, new brother.

Stop! It wasn't Percy's fault that Poseidon was a terrible father. Percy was innocent. He was just a little boy, wanting to be accepted. It wasn't fair to feel bitter towards Percy.

But you couldn't help it.

Either way, you wouldn't let the first sight to his new home be his crying, jealous sister. You didn't want him to feel guilty for belonging.

But where else could you go?

The beach?

No. The water was once a comfort, but it seemed a hellish sight in your mind now. You didn't want to go anywhere near anything that reminded you of Poseidon. Absolutely not.

The forest?...

That was perfect.

Steeling yourself for the outside world, you inhaled shakily before rushing out of the safety of your door. Thankfully, camp was still quiet, although you weren't going to wait around for it to become full and rowdy.

Taking off at a jog, you made your way into the forest surrounding camp, in the opposite direction than the one campers would make coming back. Sure, monsters could attack you, but at this point you were certain you were angry enough to wield your dagger with lethal accuracy.

Come get me, bitch, and you'll find out just how I feel, you thought to yourself.

You moved through the forest until the dappled light on your tanned skin, became dimmer, almost dark. It was then you stopped, hunched over, breathing deeply, stepped backward to slump against a firm pine tree.

You let yourself cry, as loudly as you needed. The ocean never hushed her screams, and now that you were alone, neither would you. It was cathartic in a way, screaming as loud as you could, sobbing as hard as you needed, draining your body of all its sadness, jealousy, insecurity.

No one would ever hear you. It would be a secret between you and this little green glade.

And then you could return to camp, fake all the smiles you needed. You would be happy for Percy. You would be grateful to your father for allowing you to have a brother. You would be faithful and in admiration of the Gods.

You felt sick at those thoughts, a pit growing in your stomach at having to betray yourself for others.

Why did it have to be this way? Why?

The pit in your stomach only grew as you heard fast-paced approaching footsteps. Your sobs immediately halted, and you stilled against the tree, wiping your tears and drawing your dagger.

"Y/n?"

It was Luke.

You exhaled shakily, debating whether to respond. But it was Luke, and surely he would understand.

"Yeah?"

His approaching footsteps resumed, and you caught a glimpse of his face, splashed with relief. Immediately, he sat beside you, and wrapped a tentative arm around your shoulders.

It was so comforting, and you began to cry once more, this time into his shoulder. His fingers tangled in your hair, and they were so soothing, your cries became even deeper and cracked.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been held and comforted.

"What's wrong?" he muttered softly.

"My-my dad," you replied croakily.

"Oh," you knew he understood, because he tugged you closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You shuddered at the contact, flustered despite your current emotions.

"Your dad is an idiot for making you feel like this."

"You-you can't say that," you said nervously, shifting in his arms as you glanced around, anticipating a megatsunami or hailstorm.

"I don't care, y/n, let me drown the next time I swim. You need to hear it. You're one of the best campers there is, and all you do is love him, and he treats you like this! He's an idiot!" He said earnestly, laughing a little.

"I just can't believe he'd claim him so soon," you whispered, and the tears began again, "I just-- it's like slapping it in my face that he loves him more. That Percy did enough for him and I didn't."

"No, don't you dare think like that." He tilted your chin up with his fingers. His eyes were strong, angry. But his fingers were gentle, and they caressed your jawline with care. "You've done more than enough for him. You've done more than enough for anyone, don't ever make yourself feel like this."

"But-"

"No. No. Never." And he drew you back into a tight embrace as the last of your tears flowed.

You stayed like that for what could've been minutes or decades, the both of you breathing in sync, against the rough bark of the tree and warm heat of your camp tees. You began to grow sleepy, your eyes drifting closed, and that's when Luke shifted.

"Hey," he murmured, his arms still wrapped around you as he pulled the both of you to your feet, "let's get you home."

Off you walked into the dusky evening, your words and secrets left embedded in the canopy and grass of that glade and deep in your hearts.

For while you now knew there were two children of Poseidon, and you were most certainly the second choice - you knew you were the favourite to Luke.

And maybe that was what mattered.

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svltzmans · 5 months

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begin again - h.m.

a/n: hi! this is the first angsty fic i've written so i'm very open to suggestions and thoughts lmao, even though everything i write is fluffy at the end bc i can't help myself

warnings: this is kinda sad but it gets better at the end i promise! exes to lovers, maybe a throwaway line about sex or two, as always i wrote this but didn't edit it 😁

y/n sits in her favorite coffee shop, nursing her mug delicately between her fingers.

the air outside was frigid, with each person walking on the sidewalk bundled up in warm jackets.

y/n had taken a liking to spending time alone in the café, enjoying a cappuccino or two and reading a novel.

something about the gentle hustle and bustle of the shop around her made her feel less alone, yet she felt like she could enjoy her solitude.

her reading glasses are resting on the bridge of her nose, her eyes following the lines of the pages at a quick pace.

y/n finds herself getting engrossed in stories quite often, including finishing an entire book in an hour or two.

realizing that she had finished her coffee in her trance, she brings the mug to the counter for a refill.

just as she starts her conversation with the barista, the door chimes as it opens.

an auburn haired woman walks in, her wavy locks resting effortlessly on her back and shoulders. her cheeks are a shade of pink, clearly from the chill outside. she seems confused, looking around the café like a lost child.

it's when she locks eyes with y/n that she finds what she's looking for.

y/n recognizes the woman as none other than hope mikaelson, her ex-girlfriend.

a shiver runs down her spine when she sees hope approaching.

she thinks it's a sign to walk away, but she doesn't.

she can't.

"hi," hope nearly whispers, her voice shy.

"what are you doing here?" y/n responds, a slight venom coming from every word.

hope doesn't know what to say. her mind scrambles looking for an answer.

"i, uh, coffee," she stutters, hoping that y/n would believe her.

hope knew that this was y/n's favorite café. y/n was fully aware of that.

and hope hated coffee.

nonetheless, y/n decides to just let it go.

"okay," she simply responds, taking her now full mug and sitting back at her table.

hope follows, preparing to sit. she waits for an objection from the girl across from her.

when she doesn't get one, she finally sits.

it's immediately awkward, a tension looming between hope and y/n.

"what's new?" hope asks, trying to break the ice.

y/n looks at hope with disapproval, then diverts her eyes to the ground.

"y/n, can you hear me out? please? i came to... to talk to you."

y/n keeps her head down, tapping her foot on the ground.

"i know i hurt you-" hope starts, before being interrupted by y/n.

"you broke my heart. you didn't 'hurt' me. it was much more than that to me."

hope sighs, briefly resting her head in her hands. guilt washes over her all over again, a feeling that had become familiar since her breakup with y/n.

"i gave you my all. my devotion, my support, my body, everything," y/n continues, growing slightly emotional. she speaks softly as to not disturb the peace of the shop, but the way she speaks makes her sound like she's yelling.

"and you just, ended it. and never explained it to me."

hope looks at y/n, tears welling in her eyes.

"that's why i'm here. i just, i can't stop thinking about it."

y/n takes a deep breath, looking back at her now seemingly exasperated ex.

"i just, i had never felt so strongly before. i was scared."

"scared?" y/n repeats, confusion evident in her tone.

"of the way i felt. it was all new to me. i don't think i had ever been in love before i met you, y/n."

y/n stops herself from softening at hope's words, keeping a blank expression as she explains herself.

"so you broke up with me because you... loved me?"

hope sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"it's more than that, y/n," she responds, defeat in her voice.

"i've been... hurt before. by people i thought i loved. people i thought loved me. i knew that couldn't happen with you. i guess i just... felt like i had to protect myself."

y/n feels her heart break at hope's words, remembering the pain her ex had endured.

"i understand," y/n responds, a single tear running down the side of her face. "it just... it was really hurtful."

"the way i handled it is my biggest regret," hope admits, twiddling her fingers in her lap. "you deserve better, y/n."

y/n focuses on her ex's face. she is truly beautiful, effortlessly looking angelic sitting across from her.

"i want to be the one to give you better," hope continues. "please give me another chance, y/n. i have never wanted something so badly in my life."

y/n can't help but smirk at hope, feeling flattered by her dedication.

"one date. and we'll see what happens from there," y/n responds, seeing the relief on hope's face. "i'm trusting you, mikaelson. i always have."

y/n stands up from the table, returning her mug to the counter and heading for the exit.

hope remains at the table, smiling to herself. she pulls out a small notebook from her pocket, titling the newest page "date ideas."

hope mikaelson knows she loves y/n y/l/n. now, she just has to prove it.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson x fem! reader #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson fic #legacies #legacies fic #the originals #the originals fic #the originals x reader #legacies x reader

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zynxwrite · 1 year

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Wait this is the first thing I have ever requested lol. Could you please write a romantic peice for aonung, the reader is a sully (surprise surprise I can't think of anything else) and maybe just do something when him and reader sneak out at night and he's being really flirty but the reader is being a little oblivious and maybe it ends with some kisses 👀. Idk it's completely fine if you do not like this idea but just wanna let you know that I love your writing so please keep up the amazing work

pairings ❰ ao'nung x m!reader

fish boy asked you sneak out with him to 'hunt' and a little something something

warning: short writing, aonung himself

I made it an x male reader (I hope you don't mind since you didn't mention a gender for the reader) and yes i misread the word oblivious as obvious lol, still I hope you like this plot with a change of the word.

special tag bc I can: @nerdyglasess

The ocean water was lovely this evening. While the chilly wind blew along the shore, it was shimmering and twirling with the star's reflections. All but one person were capable of falling asleep listening to the sounds of the night.

You were the only member of your family awake at this late hour because it was late at night. Your hands were moving with each touch as you made the reef baskets with shells throughout by hand. You were the toruk makto's oldest son. Even if you weren't asked to be responsible, you still had to.

Crafting fascinating things on a regular basis would calm and relax you, especially at night. As you worked, the glorious stars would watch you as you created anything really.

While you were focused on weaving a basket, your sense didn't bother to look at your surroundings as you thought that everyone was asleep due to how late it was.

You assumed as much, however you were unaware that a figure was stealthily approaching you from behind as your hands shifted the shells into placement. Even humming a melody before this person could distract you.

"Uhm, hey-" an unexpected voice startled you, but you didn't have time to scream as you spun your torso around and raised your fists to strike something, or someone, that frightened you out.

After the attack, you looked down and noticed that Ao'nung, whose face you had just smacked, had his hands outstretched as you prepared to deliver another punch. You groan as you withdraw your fists.

You raise his body and pull his prominent ears as you lead him outside the cottage, abandoning your hand-woven baskets and your peacefuly sleeping family behind. While walking to whatever you were going to, Ao'nung moves to escape your grasp as it is freezing outside in the beachside village, his breath frosting over in the billowing air.

“What the hell was that?! You almost had me waking the entire village. Do not ever to that again or next time I will rip out your ears the next time you do that.” You hissed as the boy with teal skin fixed his posture with his ears down, understanding of what you were saying. You sigh while you allow him a minute to respond to your question as it appears he was tongue-tied. He mumbled an ‘I’m sorry’ which you did not catch as the wind was singing.

“I wanted to uh- ask you on uh....” As you stand in front of him, he fumbles with his hands as he tries to think of a sentence to say in response to your glance.

“I wanted to ask you if you would wanna come hunt a- big fish.. with me?” He grinned awkwardly at you as you stood there with a cringe-inducing expression on your face. As he continued to fidget with his hands in expectation of your response, you appeared to notice a reddish tint appearing on his cheeks.

So this is what this was all about huh. You shrugged your shoulders and a mischievous smile, almost a smirk, formed on your lips. You now finally know why this fish boy has been less of a tease on you, while he was extreme to your siblings.

“well of course I can, lead the way, warrior.” Your response to him is delivered while you attempt to avoid sounding sarcastic. His anxious eyes are now pierced by stars from above.

Both of you mimicked the sound of an Ilu for them to be summoned.

The both of you were guided to a sea-plant field by the stingray-like creatures. The corals' varied lights provided the opportunity for you to see underwater at night. You and your dear frenemie, Ao'nung have organized a race before traveling to the hunting destination.

You both descend underwater as you paddle with your ilu, the bubbles from your dive following you both as you disappear in the waves. You roll your eyes as your orbs saw that Ao’nung was already ahead of you, He’s a show off at anyways, he’s just annoying.

You and he have engaged in just few battle of races, but now you are both at your destined location. You already understood that this place was not related to ginormous fishes or hunting. It was a stone-lined cavern filled with brilliant colors of light that shined brilliant at night. cute.

“So, uh- I think we kinda got the wrong location” He attempts to conceal the fact that the explanation for sneaking out was unrelated to hunting. It was about another topic, something he was keeping from you.

While you were waiting for the appropriate moment, you simply played with the tone and ignored his comment. He was looking at you, perhaps zoning out, as you made a short circle around the coven with your hands on your hips.

You gave the boy a lingering glance before stopping your brief tour of this wonderful cavern. “Now, what is the actual reason why you brought me here, fish lips?” going back to his direction, his eyes met yours.

He had switched from his awkward body postures to those that were the reverse; he was now back to his ego personality. He was aware that you would have immediately learned the truth thanks to your sharp intelligence.

“You smart, smart tree hugger.” He chuckled while giving you that look. This guy really be flirting with you right now? Of course you were not gonna let him dominate you, you’re [name] sully, the eldest son of the man that came from a star.

nuts, he was the one who did it first. His lips met yours, Saying you were stunned is not so understating the situation. Instead of kissing back, you simply waited for him to realize what he was in fact doing.

“aw, I was supposed to do that. You scxawng” You said as he pulled your lips away from his. You gave him a look that he could recognize, your eyes were a sign of yes to a question.

“Let’s.. stay for a bit, I like the sound of waves. My [name].” You grinned as you knew where he got that reference from. You just hope for one thing, that his parents would agree with you being his mate.

You two casually relaxed in peace while soaking in the outside waves. Aonung took hold of your hand, your five fingers hugging his four. Who would’ve thought that a forest person could ever be with a reef person? You two love birds would solve that.

“you’re still a bitch tho”

#aonung #aonung x reader #ao'nung #aonung x male reader #avatar x reader #x reader #avatar the way of water #the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar #atwow #━ zynxwrite

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mywritingonlyfans · 1 year

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Suck it and See /// Alex Turner X Reader! Smut.

context (prompt): the idea runs that Alex is in a honeymoon phase of dating someone who is not in his league. The fic takes place with them at university, I had Alex in mind during Humbug, he is dating a girl who is life of the party and a cheerleader, the two are goody and are very foolishly in love. You'll see a description of their moments together and realize how much they love each other, from him going to a famous college sports game just to watch you dance, car trips together, and you meeting the boys and going to a small concert at the band for the first time. I hope you like it!

Words: 8,5K.

warnings (and I'm describing the smut for those who just read it bc of that don't waste time): it's smut! from the middle to the end there's a description of him fingering you after you've had a brief anxiety attack and need to sleep, we have oral (male receiving), riding, also there's like a mild bulge and cockwarming kink.

You tiptoed your way through the bleachers, scanning the crowd for him. Although you hadn't explicitly asked him to come, dropping hints here and there had been your way of hoping he'd show up. Even though you would understand if he didn't make it, the thought of him not being there made you feel sad.

Anyway, he would pick you up there in a few seconds after the end of the game, since you had agreed to spend the weekend with some of his band friends (and friends' girlfriends). You knew them from looks in the hallway and a few gigs you went to see, but you never had a proper interaction with any of them.

Although you were aware of your acquired view in that environment, and didn't care much, you hadn't dated many people from the classes, in fact you had never related (or had sex) to anyone from there but Alex, and even though you have mean comments to be heard, it was clear that nobody cared about it, at most the students found it curious.

“How was last night?” Your best girl asked, which by your happy face, she was already sure of the positive answer.

“It was great,” the butterflies in your stomach were still present, as well as your sweaty hands from having been experiencing it in your mind ever since, and your hot face wasn't able to hide it.

“Was sex with Alex that good?” There was judgment in her voice, you couldn't read whether it was irony or not, yet you elbowed her. “Did he do anything? Or was all the work left for you?”

Then, hiding your face in your hands, you understood that she just wanted a reason to embarrass you. Asking her to keep her voice down, she agreed with a laugh, waiting for more information from you, which was expected. It was your first time with Alex, and you had been nervous, something that was unusual from her perspective, so she wanted to know how it went, like each detail of it.

You decide to withhold yourself from a lot of the particulars, knowing she would understand, just sharing something like, "He's shy, but in a good way, uh, y'know, he's observant and he made good use of it." You bit your lip, unable to contain a smile. Your head swelling again with the way he held you, made you sigh loudly and let out so cute muffled moans as you marked him. You didn't know how, but it had been intimate and at the same time so sexy, the kind that both ends with tears about to escape your eyes. You couldn't wait to have him again.

She nodded, taken by her expression of pure bliss, concluding with a small, “It’s nice that you have him, I'm glad for you, he seems you are a great guy.”

And although happy, with those words, you also felt intrigued, Alex was your complete opposite most of the time, and as much as you had no doubts that he liked you, you were afraid of him realizing that he could get someone better without much effort.

As you were lost in your own mind, your friend grabbed your shoulders before you could sink into your sadness. She turned you to the side and smiled, noticing the joy on your face as you saw him there. "Wow, you really got Turner to come to a school game."

You didn't have time to respond as you eagerly waved at the curly-haired mess figure in your field of vision. Alex seemed serious, almost as if he didn't want to be there. Your heart sank into your chest for a few seconds until he found you among the girls. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, and if it weren't for his smile and bright eyes at you, you'd think he was regretting coming. You jumped up excitedly, waving your arms even more, and he reciprocated with elated waves.

The smile was shy as he brushed his hair back, looking motionless in a secluded corner, he blew you a kiss, making a few people notice him, bringing color to his cheeks, but honestly nothing mattered, your Alex was there. You throw him a peck as well before returning to your position on the back court, and without hesitation, he pretended to catch it, putting it in his pocket. Amazed with how happy you were to have him there, like he could forget all the negativity he had faced upon entering the place.

You did your best at the dances and pirouettes, feeling a little self-conscious knowing he was watching. Even though you knew he wouldn't judge you, you couldn't shake off the thought that this wasn't his ideal scenario. But still, he was there, and you knew he liked you. That was what mattered.

The game ended, and you and the girls announced it. You thanked people for watching, but you walked up to Alex without even looking directly at whoever was talking to you. He kept the smile on his face, opening his arms for you. Without even realizing it, you impulsively threw yourself on his neck. He wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you up a little, and politely, he pulled your skirt down, leaving his hand there to prevent it from going up (you had learned that it became his habit, you thought it was cute and one day, maybe, you would tell him that you were wearing shorts underneath). You stuck your nose in his hair, letting his curls nestle you as he buried his face in your neck, taking in your scent for comfort.

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you both looked at each other affectionately, in a deep silence as if there was no one around screaming their lungs out of their chest. You took a step towards him, and you kissed him. One of those messed up ones you can talk about the taste of the last gum that the other chewed in yearning for such a moment to arrive. His tongue was soft and his hands roamed over your body in light squeezes, it was like being wrapped by calm. Your lips were cold, but his warmth enveloped you. It was quick, but special, for both of you. You had never kissed in public like this, and you could feel the eyes on you. His hands stayed on your waist, keeping you close to himself, and your eyes stayed fixed on his lips, unable to meet his puppy's brown eyes. He kissed your cheek, then forehead, distributing several pecks there. He always did it, and you loved it every time.

"Sorry for being late, Matt needed the car," he explained, taking off his jacket and giving it to you right away, placing it around your shoulder before kissing your head. "Keep it, you look cold." He realized he was right as soon as his fingers touched yours, not that he wasn’t sure of it when your lips met his. His eyes barely met you there and you could tell how nervous he was.

You hugged the jacket close, feeling the warmth and comfort of his scent. "I don't mind, I'm just glad you're here," you said, simply as you were squeezing his hand into yours, mixing both sweats. "I know this isn't your favorite place, so it means a lot to me that you came tonight."

Alex actually found the people there with little perspective of experience, as if they were there to please something or someone. However, while that was his thought of you in the beginning, well before he started to obsess about being observant over you and fill your closet with not-so-usual friendly letters, he knew you were there for your hobbies and resumes, he could tell you genuinely liked to dance, consequently of being there with your friends, he did not misjudge. He actually enjoyed seeing you in the colorful, confetti-covered skirt, smiling as you were being embraced by the music.

He rubbed his thumb into your palm, blushing like a schoolboy. "I'll be here as many times as necessary," he said. "I like to see you happy."

He placed his hand on your lower back, leading you out to the car, you still had a goofy smile on your face, just like he had his ears flushed, you couldn't wait to have him there waiting for you more often.

…

He sifted through his belongings, handpicking a few tapes and placing them onto your lap. "Take your pick," he said, anticipation in his voice.

You examined the options before you, eyeing a familiar purple cover photo. "Oh my god, it's Kate Bush!" you exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. Even as he focused on the road ahead, you could feel his presence beside you.

It was dark, the borrowed car was small, but it still couldn't be more special.

"Matt mentioned that you were a fan," he said.

"And you went and got it for me?" you asked eagerly, pressing play right away.

He nodded, watching as your smile grew with every note.

Before he could say anything, You squealed excitedly, pausing to kiss his cheek quickly, trying to avoid any possible accidents. Feeling comfortable with him, you mimicked Kate's vocals, loud in your exaggerated facial expressions to copy your muse. He couldn't help but chuckle, grateful to Matt for giving him the tape.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, lil’ one," he whispered, his enthusiasm matched by your excitement for the lyrics. He clearly couldn't see himself in any other state than happy to see you well and with him.

He didn't know the lyrics, nor the instrumentation but he didn't fail to encourage you to continue, like a proper number 1 fan.

"Did you know that David Gilmour kind of discovered Kate Bush?" you asked, pausing for breath.

"I've heard that somewhere," he replied, prompting you to elaborate.

"It's like we're all interconnected, isn't it?" you said, solemnly glancing his way before turning back to the road, tapping out the remaining melody with your fingers. "I kind of like the thought of it."

"Yeah, it's a nice thought," he agreed, feeling his heart warming at each second. Not wanting to let the matter drop, he continued. "So, have you been checking out any of the bands I like?"

And suddenly, things seemed slower, like everything was in the right place, you noticed Alex's relaxed face, in a soft smile as you were realizing that he only had that look when he was with you, in any other situation, in classes, cafeteria or gigs, he remained unbothered, which you found charming, but you must admit, you preferred what you had now.

As he placed his large hand on your thigh, you couldn't help but smile. He didn't move up or down, but the warmth and comfort he brought you was all you needed. You placed your palm over his, running your fingers through his long ones. The feeling of his skin touching yours, for as short as it is, filled you with a sense of enjoyment.

"I have," you said, feeling a bit bashful. "I wanted to hear what you liked, and I actually found one that I really enjoyed."

His eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought he might crash the car, but Alex was deep down to earth, so you would be fine. "No way! You liked Leonardo Cohen?" He concluded the obvious. Last night, after spending hours with you, he'd done a dissertation on the composer, he'd come home and beat himself up for making you listen to him, never imagining you'd actually hear it for yourself.

"I did," you confirmed, knowing he was overreacting in his Alex-like manner, which means he was giving you his unbothered face in a failure to hide a huge smile, like you wouldn't notice. "Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin," you sang, turning your imaginary microphone towards your hand. He looked genuinely thrilled, as if he had won the lottery.

"Dance through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in," he continued, belting out the lyrics with love. Cohen's words about being in love sounds the same way about how he had feelings for you, it seems far-fetched, but Alex was never one to spare feelings, which was also why he had made you hear so much about his favorite singer.

You pretended to play the guitar, creating the sounds with your mouth, and suddenly, the small space was alive with music. You were both so happy at that moment.

And so it continued on every small and long trip you took together, with your favorite artists and his. Little did you know that nights like these would be repeated many more times.

…

You stopped in a dark place, sweat had broken out on your hand and Alex could tell you were nervous being out in the middle of nowhere.

"Al, I don't want to be alone." You said in a sleepy yet shaky voice.

He didn't question it, just as he didn't even consider doing this to you, he himself didn't think about tackling a ramshackle gas station alone so he could take a piss.

He nodded to calm you down, the discomfort was clear on your face, you were pessimistic in terms of worries, Alex had already realized that, he couldn't even imagine the scenarios in your head, but he still needs to get rid of it.

"Look, I'm going to go outside, close the door and use the tree outside," he said quickly, feeling the color rush into his face. "Just don't look at me, y'know, it'd be awkward. I won't drop out of sight or leave you alone, I promise."

You nodded, unable to look at him. Your hands went to the radio, turning the music up a little more (you wanted to avoid having to listen to him pissing, it was too intimate for such a short amount of time), and then you conceded that it sounded like a good idea.

It took a short time, soon he had already returned, used gel alcohol that he had stuck in his backpack and claimed that he felt better before apologizing for which you said was not necessary. You appreciated that he listened to you, it was something simple, but that you didn't feel so used to.

"I need to change, can you close your eyes?" He just chuckled, putting his hands to his eyes, hearing you laugh too. He felt that this was the right place at the right time, you were together and none of that feeling weird made him happy to be yours.

You, who already have the dress in your hands, took off your T-shirt and tiny skirt, as well as the small shorts, which were part of the uniform and replaced them with a light and flowery dress, without forgetting, Alex's jacket returned to your shoulders. The car windows were tinted and you trusted that no one would see you, and even Alex, who you thought would try to outwit you, didn't even dare to move.

"All right, you can look now,"

Alex let his eyes hover over you, deciding to like the dress and how it hugs your body, the knee socks became more present, making your thighs properly show, Alex felt the air go out of him a bit and before you could flinch in embarrassment he interrupted you. "You look beautiful, I like the dress and the combination it makes with my jacket."

You smiled excitedly, making relief clear. You just wanted to get more comfortable, you still had hours of driving to do, and even though you felt your tired eyes taking over you, you wanted to keep Alex company.

Alex saw that you were tired, he hadn't said anything, but he knew how to read you. You had trained from an early hour for the game finals, in addition to having been looking forward to it, not to mention that in the midst of all that, you still had your classes, you deserved a proper nap.

With eyes on the road and steering wheel, he said you could sleep if you wanted, that he didn't mind.

"I don't want to leave you alone," you both knew that was a lie, you were never good at trying to let tiredness not overcome you. Still, Alex thought it was the cutest thing.

"You will not, you'll be right 'ere by my side, puppet."

Your soft chuckle filled the car, he helped you lay down the seat so you could lie down as far as you could (he suggested you get in the back seat, but you really wouldn't leave him alone), he turned the music down and then your eyes went to the window for a few seconds, admiring the stars but soon turning your attention to Alex.

"Do your friends know about me?" You asked solemnly, curious but without sounding indiscreet, you genuinely needed to know.

"I mean, they do, y'know," he said it like it was obvious, but not invalidating your lines, just encouraging you to build on it.

"I know they know me by sight, but you don't know who I am, they just know that I'm with you." And it was true, you exchanged hellos and waves in the hallway and that was all, you rarely interacted with them when Alex was with you, because of class schedule anyway. "Like, what do they think of me? I can be a bitch in their minds, a bore or a petty girl that will ruin your weekend,"

He chuckled at seeing through his nose and continued, "Wouldn't let them think that of you," he didn't sound hurt, he wasn't stupid for not understanding that you're an abyss out of his league, even more so in social terms. "Actually, it's like they don't believe I'm dating you."

You closed your eyes tightly, embarrassed and denied, "That's not true, Al."

"Oh, you'll see," it was obvious, that after having you around, the boys wouldn't shut up about it.

He had a goofy, comfortable smile on his face, you could see him in the dim lighting, hair set in lovely curves and shirt rolled up to his elbows, you wanted to scream that you loved him but it seemed too soon.

Silence filled the void, just the noise of the car speeding filling the room. He thought you had fallen asleep until another sleepy question from you surfaced, he liked that you were comfortable with him, whether in presence or in speaking whatever comes to your mind.

As Alex drove down the long and winding road, you felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep. But as your head lulled to the side, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of care for him. You opened your eyes and looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Hey, Al," you said softly. "Do ya ever talk ‘bout me to your mum?" You imitate his accent, making his nose wrinkle funny.

Alex glanced over at you, a small smile on his face. "Of course I do," he said, as if that was not something of great importance to you. "She knows how much I care ‘bout you, I didn't deprive her of many details, I think, I'm quite talkative when it comes to her" And you knew it, you had never witnessed the experience with someone who had a good relationship with their parents.

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "So, she knows what I'm like?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

Alex chuckled. "Yes, she knows you," he said. "And I’m sure she would love to finally meet you, you know." He was being honest, he had imagined a few times what this would be like, he could tell you would get along.

You smiled at the thought of meeting Alex's mom. "I'd love to meet her too," you said. "She raised an amazing son."

Alex smiled back at you, his eyes never leaving the road. "Thanks," he said. "I'm glad you think so."

You fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft hum of the car's engine. But then you spoke up again, your voice shaky with emotion.

"Al, do you see me in your future?" you asked, looking over at him with wide eyes.

Alex didn't hesitate for a moment. "Absolutely," he said, his voice firm and sure. You were surprised, although you would have answered the same immediately. "Even though we're both in college and we don't know where life will take us, I know that I want you in my life for such a long time, if you let me, y’know. I’m sure we'll find a way to make it work."

Your heart swelled in bliss, and you couldn't resist leaning over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I like that I’m with you," you said, your voice filled with tiredness and affection.

"Me too, more than anything," he replied, his hand reaching over to grasp yours, squeezing it tightly. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, I can't imagine my future without you in it.”

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You were sound asleep, your hand was resting on Alex's arm as he drove down the empty highway. He glanced over at you, a small smile on his face as he watched you sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, as if he was waiting for that, you jolted awake, gasping for air and clutching at your chest. Your body was in spasms as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Alex said, his voice soothing as he reached over and rubbed your back. "Just take deep breaths with me, huh?"

You nodded, your eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling guilty for disturbing Alex's driving.

"Don't be sorry," Alex said firmly. "You're not bothering me. I just want to make sure you're fine, babe."

You leaned your head back against the seat, still breathing heavily. "It's just...a nightmare. I have these anxiety attacks sometimes, and they're always so hard to shake off."

"I know," Alex said softly. "I've been there with you before with you, remember?” He smiled sweetly, squeezing your hand in his. “We'll get through this, okay."

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and opened the windows and door to let in some fresh air. You watched as the sky began to lighten, the first rays of dawn peeking over the horizon.

"It's so beautiful," you murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

Alex nodded. "Yeah, it is. You know what else is beautiful?” He added, soon regretting it when he realized that it could sound different from what he meant. “You, when you're at peace like this."

You blushed, making Alex less worried about what he had said, feeling grateful for his kind words. "Thank you."

He covered you with a comforter he had brought along, tucking you in and making sure you were warm and comfortable.

He stopped solemnly, watching you restless covered by the duvet, only your eyes stayed on him, your breathing was already steady and it just looked like you couldn't sleep anymore.

"Do you want me to stay still until you sleep?" He felt awkward with your attention focused on him, but he still asked, referring to the car. He wanted to be more than sure that you were feeling alright.

"No," you took a short break, your mind not being able to behave and take you elsewhere as you watched his hands on the steering wheel and lips reddened from nervous biting. And subtly, you grew softly panting again. "Actually, we could stay here for a while." You declared, loosening the duvet from your body, you were warm and it didn't seem like a passing thing, however much you still felt like you needed to sleep; maybe you were stressed about it, but you couldn't tell.

He arched his eyebrows, turning to you worriedly, only to realize that the lighting was awful and he barely even noticed things and just felt your eyes on him. "'kay, but you feel good, right?"

"Yeah, just can't sleep," you continued, bringing your hand up to him, wandering over his shoulder until your fingers were at the back of his neck, brooding in his warmth. "Come closer, I want to feel you." You pulled him to you.

His nose brushed your cheek, his lips brushed yours, soft and smooth in contrast to your sudden urgency. He leaned further into the seat, and as he kissed you deeper, you placed his hand on your waist. He pulled back a little, pressing his forehead to yours, and even though you couldn't see him properly through the dark, you could imagine how red his cheeks were. From his breath, he wanted to say something, but he was thinking, not being able to form words because he felt nervous knowing that you might be expecting more from him.

"I like how you taste," you whispered, pulling him by his hair and holding him tight. Feeling his breath on your face, you held his chin, licking his open mouth to the way up, stopping with a kiss on the nose. You laughed, noticing him more agitated, you liked the effect you had on him, and you sure had found yourself thinking over and over how you should use this more to your advantage.

Before he could kiss you again, you proceeded in a low voice, "I need a favor, if you don't mind me."

He nodded, still not speaking, you held him close, as much as you could, you had in mind that he was hardly comfortable in that position. Placing your mouth close to his ear, you ran the tip of your tongue there, feeling him shiver and continued, "I just thought you might help me sleep," you wished he could see your restless, pleading eyes. "I'm thinking about how your fingers made me feel last night, I don't want to just have to think about that." Not knowing how you felt so confident with him, there are things that aren't so easy to explain, you rested his hand that was squeezing your waist and guided it to your bare thigh. You'd be dumb if you didn't love seeing him goofy and lost when you talked to him like that, it was like you could see his breath failing and his face about to explode.

He sighed a small yes, almost unavoidable above a whisper. Without ado, heeding your calls—something you learned he would do as you said—he moved his warm hand up under your dress, squeezing the flesh of your hips before slipping his hand inside your panties. You couldn't hold back a moan, feeling comfortable and soon his lips were on yours again. He was hot, biting your bottom lip every now and then as you sighed, such a mesmerizing rhythm. His kisses were wet and filled the car in hesitant noises that made you soaked. Alex wished he could see you more than you wish you could see him yourself. His fingers were light on your clit, following a linear pattern that felt right as you spread more and more for him.

"Fuck, I can hear how wet I am." you breathed loudly, with difficulty.

Alex kissed you once more, trying to stifle your whimpers, he didn't want anyone to see, just as he didn't want anyone to disturb anything.

As soon as the tingling in your lower belly became present, you held Alex's wrist tightly, kind of not knowing what to do, your eyes closed and more moans came, Alex then pressed his thumb harder to your clit and let the fingers slide easily inside you. Your legs shook while you still held him, Alex was agile, skilled in a way that you had never imagined when you met him, he hadn't accelerated like most people did, he just followed your body's commands and kept it slow, building you up to get there deliciously, yet calmly, so you could enjoy every minute of it.

"You're so fookin' gourgeous." He let out, seeing your mouth parted, eyes closed and sweaty hair plastered to your forehead as you squirmed beautifully before him.

You opened your eyes, feeling exasperated, noticing that you were holding his shirt collar tightly, kneading it, then you realized that it was actually morning, now you could see his red and sweaty face perfectly.

With you nothing but breathless, Alex contemplated your beauty in silence, rubbing between your legs on the sensitive skin until you recovered. You had the liveliest face, lips more swollen and warm legs around his wrist while you still held him, but now more light. He felt like a sinner for thinking about how he wanted to fuck you in that car, little did he know that you would love the idea.

Soon, he took his hand away, letting you settle better on the seat and between the blanket, you looked calmly at him and he just smiled lightly, he felt good about that, he felt good about making you feel good.

Even though he felt awkward doing so, he fed his own thoughts this time, brought his joined fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes, and sucked them in, feeling you on his tongue. Hearing you moan at that, he felt even more uncomfortable in his pants, and then he did the same with the next finger.

You unashamedly pulled him to your mouth, kissing him hard and he felt surprised before he reciprocated you too. You pulled away with light little pecks, then you held his wrists to you, sucking them in with his eyes on you, you were acting as if that comforted you and Alex found himself enjoying that. He pushed his fingers harder into you, not quite controlling himself and apologized, but even in the face of choking a bit, you laughed in amusement.

When you stopped, he wiped your chin with his sleeves and kissed you with a goofy smile, still as red as a tomato. Without saying anything, just in the warmth and embrace of the moment, he drove off again and soon you would be asleep and safe beside him.

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Alex and you arrived at his house, and he parked the car, gently waking you up with kisses on your face and neck. "Hey, sleepyhead, we're here," you opened your eyes slowly, still feeling snuggled.

You felt nervous, knowing that you were about to meet some of his important people. "Are you sure they'll like me?" you asked, feeling anxious.

"Of course they will," Alex said reassuringly, taking your hand in his. "And even if they don't, it doesn't matter. You're here with me, and that's all that matters."

Alex held your hand tightly, reassuring you as he led you to the door. As soon as you stepped inside, he introduced you to his friends. They were a lively group, and they welcomed you warmly. One of his friends teased Alex about being too ugly for you, and you felt a surge of anger rise within you, but Alex just laughed it off, making you feel more at ease.

The afternoon passed quickly and pleasantly. The boys' girlfriends were nice, but they seemed a bit distant from you. They had known each other for a long time, and you were the new addition to the group. But they played cards with you all and were patient as Alex taught you how to play.

"You're doing great," he whispered in your ear. "I knew you'd pick it up quickly." He patted your thigh as if to say good girl and your heart was about to explode.

After a while, you overheard one of the girls say to Alex, "I don't think anyone in the world would have the patience to learn something from you, Alex. You’re made for each other."

You blushed at the compliment and felt a surge of warmth in your chest. Alex smiled at you and squeezed your hand. "See, I told you they'd love you," he said.

You spent the rest of the evening talking and playing games, and you felt happy to be a part of Alex’s world. You leaned your head on Alex's shoulder and closed your eyes, feeling content and loved. You couldn't be happier.

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You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the door creak open. You sat up, setting your phone down on the nightstand, as Alex walked in.

You were feeling exhausted, so you ended up leaving the room early. You had commented on this before leaving, telling Alex you were feeling a bit off, kissing him on the cheek with your hands on his shoulder. He nodded that he would go upstairs too, even though you said he didn't need to, you gave good night everyone and went to the room that would be yours and Alex's.

"Hey," he said, closing the door behind him. "Everything okay?" He looked just as tired, although you had other ideas.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired. Had a long day, y'know." He laughed.

Alex nodded in understanding, making his way over to the bed. He sat down beside you, watching as you shifted onto your side, facing him.

"I brought you some water," he said, holding up a glass.

"Thanks," you said, taking the glass and taking a sip. The silence was comfortable, but there was already a tension as if he could already read you well.

Alex leaned in, kissing you softly. "You look so beautiful in my shirt," he murmured against your lips. He tasted like the previous soda and mint, like good boys.

You giggled, feeling yourself confident at his words, no in a mean way. "Well, it's comfy." You adjusted the white shirt, almost see-through, on your body, making a point of unbuttoning one of the buttons. Alex's attention, of course, was all yours.

Alex smiled, running a hand through your hair. "You're always beautiful, no matter what you wear."

You leaned in, kissing him again, more passionately this time. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

As you broke apart, Alex rested his forehead against yours. "What are you hiding in your mind, puppet?" he said softly.

"You, I want to thank you for earlier, for making me feel good no matter what." you replied, running your fingers through his soft curls, putting his bangs in place.

Alex nodded before your captivating eyes, kissing you again, the passion between you growing. "Just want you to know that you don't have to, like ever." He assured you and you had no doubts about it.

"It's just a treat, don't get so excited kid." You joked, getting out of bed, kneeling on the edge as Alex followed you, already clearly tense, with his gaze.

"I'll try to," he gulped, making you laugh, he had already failed in that regard.

Following them with your eyes, you watched him obey your orders for him to take off his clothes, which he did, making your mouth water at how easy it was to get him excited. He wasn't solid, but he was swollen and vibrant red, you wished you'd slept with him more times than just one.

As expected, he had a flushed face and every now and then his eyes were distant, you couldn't say why, not least because he didn't seem to be insecure in terms of appearance. You wanted to make him feel comfortable, you didn't know if you did that well yet but it also seemed too soon to ask.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" You asked in a soft voice, looking away from his body and towards his eyes. He seemed to enjoy the sight of you on your knees for him, his lit face cheered you up.

"Of course, babe," he sounded husky in anticipation, encouraging you to run your thumb over his length, his lower belly contracted with the touch, and soon you had lubricated his tip with saliva so you could work your fingers there.

He growled hoarsely and before it could get any louder you signaled him to be quiet, it wasn't your plan to make his friends overhear but you didn't mind all that much either.

You didn't want to drag it out, not right then, you just wanted to make him feel genuinely good, he deserved it. You pressed your hand around him, squeezing lightly before moving your hand up and down and making him give you some cute spasms. To avoid discomfort, you kept your eyes on him, who had his mouth slightly open in a bliss of not believing what was happening, and moistened your mouth with saliva, spreading wet kisses over your boy so that he was properly lubricated, it didn't take long and he was fully hard for you.

Seconds had passed and you felt his hips going towards your hand, too bad you had barely started, and it wouldn't be that easy. You stopped your movements, laughing at the sound of disapproval he made, he had his hand over his mouth to prevent noise, it was adorable, even his ears had color. Licking your lips, you allowed yourself to run your tongue over the tip, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the taste of him on you. Worse than him, without being able to think further, you slipped him into your mouth, reaching as far as you could and pressing what you didn't have access to. If no one had heard Alex this time it was because they were deaf. Your legs spread on the floor and you felt your knees hurt, you felt sexy like that, and Alex agreed just as much.

His eyes were closed, you dipped him in saliva and it felt so good. Alex took a deep breath, trying to control himself with every descent your head made, it was as if he was almost unconscious. He dropped his back onto the bed, not having the strength to keep looking at you, which he wanted to do, his hands went to your hair and he pulled you close, lucky for him you let him guide you and do that easy to get for him, it was a short time together but he was used to you being the teasing type. You moaned around him, making the vibrations too good to ignore, and it wasn't until he realized you were touching yourself through it, the thought alone was capable of making him shiver.

Not taking the idea of you providing him the pleasure he wasn't giving you, he pulled your head back, making a loud popping noise as you had your lips disconnected from hin, you were confused, saliva running down your chin and eyes full of tears, you had a lazy smile and you looked beautiful, but he didn't say that, he imagined that you were already tired of hearing him say that every minute.

"Was it that bad?" by the tone of your joke he knew you had a deep hurt.

He looked at you for a few more moments, as in need of it as you were, he was aching. Formulating the words in his mind, he laid you on his lap, picking up a shirt on his side to dry your face. Your eyes were calm on him, watchful and he felt bad that he couldn't tell if that had affected you or not. Still, he took care so that you could feel more comfortable, kissing away the tears and drying your chin and cheeks before a make-out session.

Then, as you squeezed his shoulders and fit perfectly into his lap, making him as hard as possible, he sighed, "You're God, but I want to finish inside you, fill you up like the night before." His voice was calm, you wanted to smack him for making it sound like something romantic to say. "Can we do that?" He was a lot redder than before.

You nodded, "Yeah, sure." This time, it was your throat that was dry.

He pulled down your panties, you kept the shirt on, and leaned into him better, wrapping your arms around his neck. Alex was sweaty, with messy curls, you thought he was stunning, even though he was clumsy, it was his plus charm. You put your forehead on his and with the help of his hand, you relaxed little by little in his lap, feeling him fill you with ease, everything was slow and comfortable, until he was immersed in you, Alex caressed your waist and kissed you now and then, you stopped and let your breathing return to normal a little, it was nice to have him inside you.

"You can move if you want." He asked more with the intention of distracting you after having opened more buttons on your shirt and noticed you flinch reflexively.

He moves your hands gently and kisses the middle between your breasts, working his way down to your stomach and then reaching to your waist. You laughed and that made him feel relieved, he wanted to make you understand that you could feel confident next to him, without worrying about things like that, even if it wasn't so easy.

"I'm getting used to you, Al. You're quite big, y'know." It wasn't a lie but verbalizing it made your cheeks feel hot and Alex turned the color of a bell pepper once again. "I'm sorry."

"No complaints, I feel comfortable having you like this, it's another level of closeness." You agreed with him.

It lasted a good few minutes, then you had Alex moving your hips up and down as you were stuck with nails at his shoulders as riding him good. The movements were rhythmic, and you didn't skimp on calm this time, the bed creaked and the body bumping was just as hot. Alex held onto your rib cage, admiring how your breasts bounced along with you in his lap in the opened shirt, he was mesmerized. Until then, you thought you were doing a good job of keeping the noise down.

You made him lie on his back, leaning on his chest, the view was great, he was a mess, biting his lip hard to keep from making noise. You continued working on it, already feeling your legs weak and body trembling, the feeling was so good that your head was empty just thinking about it, drool was present in the corner of your mouth, it was surreal that you could feel this good with someone. Alex was no different, his muscles twitching in anticipation, you found him noisier, just as you thought you would be like, then you let yourself down on top of him, covering his mouth with your hand and burying your face in his shoulder, biting down on the flesh to avoid any damage.

You clamped your hand over his mouth, actually seeing that that was accurate. You kept riding him until you felt your body nothing but weak and actually fell on Alex's chest, then you felt him filling you up completely, making you hot, you couldn't help but moan louder into his shoulder as he squeezed you closer for comfort. Your muscles were sore, and Alex could barely move, you laughed in satisfaction, looking at Alex who held your wrist while your hand covered his mouth, his eyes were all puppy and his face all babydoll like. Taking it away, the mark of your hand on his face was clear and you liked that. "Good boy," you joked, just before taking in the silence while enjoying Alex still being inside you, keeping his cum deep inside you.

"I need a shower," you pleaded, after a while.

Alex was patting your back, happy to have you lazily humming at his touch. He didn't feel any different, he needed water and soap driving through his body.

You got up slyly, still connected to his hip and sat on him while Alex was still lying down. He ran his finger down your stomach, a shy smile on his face, and then you realized he was feeling him inside you. You looked down, confirming to yourself that you could see his cock deep into you, you bit your lip enjoying it.

Nobody said anything else, he just sat up and slowly put you next to him, on his chest as you felt him slide down your thigh, you liked the feeling. You clung to him, he had his eyes on you. His faces were close and his fingers played with your face and hair affectionately, sometimes he kissed your hand or nose. His eyes sparkled before yours, you felt lucky.

When he mentioned the shower once again, you agreed, you would take one together, you just needed a few more minutes for that. But before, he took the shirt and cleaned you up, affectionately and without making it something weird, he really wanted to see you well. He threw the fabric in a corner and you actually felt better without being sticky, he then went to the bathroom and said he would fix the shower, something usual from that house he was already familiar with, while waiting you pulled a napkin from the nightstand (comical how men thought to leave a napkin inside the nightstand) and described your feelings in moderate words (you wish you could write like Alex, but yet you tried your best), leaving them under his backpack and hoping that one day he would get to read it because you weren't brave enough give it to him in or speak how you felt.

Oh, and the boys didn't shut up about that day ever before.

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Alex and you stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading down our bodies. He looked at me with a soft smile, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, taking the bottle of soap and lathering it in his hands.

you blushed and looked down, you were completely exposed and that was weird, you felt a little self-conscious. But Alex wasn't having any of it. He lifted your chin and looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and admiration.

"Don't hide from me," he said gently. "I love every inch of you."

I couldn't help but smile, feeling the nerves slowly melt away as he began to soap your back. It felt so intimate, having him wash your body like this, and you knew that you could trust him completely.

As he moved to your hair, you closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh. His fingers were gentle as he massaged the shampoo into your scalp, and you felt like you were floating on a cloud.

When it was my turn to wash his hair, you took your time, loving the way the suds felt against your fingers. Alex leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. You were on tiptoe and decided to say anything.

As the water continued to pour over both of you, you just stood there, holding each other as you were resting your head on his chest, hugging his middle tight, enjoying the closeness. Alex was being his usual goofy self, making silly faces and tickling you under the water.

"Stop lookin’ at me like that," you said, trying to sound stern but failing to keep the smile off my face.

"Like what?" he replied, grinning.

"Like I'm the most precious thing in the world."

"Oh, but you are," he said, his eyes softening. "You're everything to me."

…

You and Alex had been dating for a few months, and you were thrilled when he invited you to one of his gigs. You had heard him play before, but only in the privacy of his apartment, where he would strum his guitar and sing his heart out to you.

But this was different. This was a real concert, with a small but enthusiastic crowd gathered around a makeshift stage in the back of a dimly lit bar. You stood with Alex's friends and their girlfriends, swaying to the music and singing along to every word.

As you watched Alex perform, you were struck by how alive he looked, how in his element he was. His bangs were curled across his forehead, and his white t-shirt was clinging to him, damp with sweat. But he didn't seem to notice or care; he was lost in the music, lost in the moment.

You felt a sense of connection with his friends' girlfriends, like you were all part of something special, something that time had sorted out. You were grateful for their company, for the way they made you feel like you belonged there with them.

When the gig ended, you couldn't help but run up to Alex, jumping into his arms despite his protests about his sweating state. He hugged you tight, and you praised him for his performance, telling him how much you loved seeing him live and how much you admired his songwriting. Being extra and mentioning that just like Leonard Cohen. It wasn't a lie, you would never get tired of comparing the good taste of the two.

He blushed, taking a piece of napkin out of his pocket and handing it to you. It was damp with sweat, but you didn't care. You started to read it in front of him, tears springing to your eyes as you realized it was his response to the love letter you had left under his pillow that night.

You looked up at him, surprised and touched, and he just grinned and shrugged. "I couldn't let you be the only one who poured their heart out in writing," he said, close to your ear before kissing the spot, like it was just for you and yours. "I wrote you a love song, my girl." He pulled you by the waist, wrapping you to him as he kissed away your tears, then his eyes filled too.

As he strummed his guitar and sang the words he had written just for you, you knew in that moment that actions really did speak louder than words. Your Alex was living proof of that. And you felt grateful and lucky to have Alex in your life, to have his music and his love.

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Book in hand, you walk through the halls, bundled in a sweater to fight the autumn chill. Aiming for your cream-colored locker, you can see the stickers littering the metal as someone bumps into you from behind, forcing the book from your hands and making you lose your page. You swear as you begin to bend down to pick it up, bumping your head against the person in front of you. You both pull back, lifting a hand to touch the aching spot on your forehead.

"Shit, sorry." A masculine voice draws your gaze upward and you lock eyes. You see your book in his hand, held out between the two of you. You take it back slowly, frowning as you see a smudge on the pages and a dent in the corner. You look up in time to see his eyes widen, looking at something behind you, before he grabs your face in both his hands and presses his lips to yours.

You stand completely frozen and only dare to breathe once he pulls away completely, his hands still planted on your cheeks. "I'm really sorry," he whispers, his breath mingling in the air between you. You notice now that he smells like he just came from the cafeteria; He had pizza for lunch, you note. You finally will your body to move and you turn your head in time to see a girl staring at the two of you, her eyes focusing on a spot on the wall as soon as you catch her. You turn back to the boy in front of you and nod in understanding. "It's fine," You say. He lets out a seemingly relieved breath, the corners of his lips twitching up into a half-smile.

You notice it falter slightly, his eyes once again behind you, and you rise on your toes to kiss him again. You grab his neck with your free hand and your eyes catch before the space closes and you let yours shut tightly. His hands snake around your waist as your mouths mold together, and when he pulls away, you're both breathless. He looks behind you once more, to find that the girl is gone, and his eyes are back on you.

"Thank you. Really, thank you," he starts, "I broke up with her like over a month ago and she's been obsessed with me. Keeps trying to get back together." He looks down at you, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I, uh, I didn't catch your name." You let out a sudden snort and your face heats as you cover your mouth with your sleeve-covered hand. You tell him your name, doing your best to keep your voice even. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Steve," He laughs softly as he speaks. A moment passes, your eyes not leaving his. "Hey, uhm, this might sound weird--I mean I don't even know you--so feel free to say no, but would you mind," He coughs, clearing his throat, "would you mind, maybe, pretending to be my girlfriend?"

You're face falls, eyes wide and lips opening and closing like a fish as you try to think of a way to respond. "Just for a little--a few weeks maybe. I just- I think this might be the longest I've gotten a moment of peace from you know who." You open your mouth again to reply and he interrupts again, "You know what, that was dumb, I'm sorry. Have a nice day." He turns to walk away and you grab his wrist before you lose the nerve.

"Okay," You say simply. "Okay?" "Okay. I'll do it." He looks as though he'll fall to his knees with gratitude as he thanks you repeatedly. You pull him to your locker, unlocking it quickly before you place your book inside and take out a piece of paper and a pen. You scribble something onto it quickly and hand it to him. "My phone number," you start, "I don't have my own line, so don't be alarmed if a grouchy old man picks up the phone; that's my dad." He takes it and nods, placing it in his letterman jacket's pocket. "We should probably talk about how this is gonna work, so call me. My dad usually blacks out by eight so the phone should be free then." You lean up to kiss his cheek, trying not to make it obvious how nervous you really are, how fast your heart's beating.

Before he can respond, you pick your book back up--being sure to get the textbook for Mr. Jones's class--and close your locker, rushing to class. You can feel his gaze on you as you walk away and the heat in your cheeks only grows.

When you finally make it through the door, the bell rings loudly. You collapse into your seat all the way in the back, next to your best friend. "Who got you all flustered like that?" He teases and you open your book--on a random page, thanks to Steve--in front of your face to hide. "Oh c'mon, hon," He says mockingly as he lowers your book to see your eyes. "Mister Munson, please stop pestering your peers," Mr. Jones says as he walks through the doors. The ever-dramatic math teacher loves to make an entrance. "Yeah, yeah, Jonesy," Eddie rolls his eyes animatedly, and Mr. Jones puts a tally mark under 'Eddie Antics', the count now at thirty-seven. "Keep this up, Mister Munson, and you'll catch up to last year's record." "One can only dream."

Mr. Jones starts the lesson of the day and Eddie turns to you, his voice hushed, "Who was it?" You shake your head, eyes trained on the board. "Oh come on." He says, his voice a bit too loud as Mr. Jones clears his throat. Eddie apologizes quietly, his eyes not leaving your embarrassed frame. "Was it a guy? A girl?" You huff. "Really? A girl?" His eyes widen, a Cheshire-like grin overtaking his face. You give him a bored look and his face falls, "So a guy?" When you fall further into your seat he rolls his eyes. "Who was it, then? What guy thinks he's worthy of my girl?" "Your girl?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Yes. You're mine; I've claimed you. I'm like a cat."

You sigh exasperatedly at his antics and Mr. Jones pauses mid-sentence to add a tally mark at the sound. "What?! Really, Jonesy?" Eddie asks, pouting like a toddler who just got told no. Mr. Jones responds by continuing his lesson from where he left off and Eddie groans, leaning back in his chair until it's balanced on two legs.

You laugh quietly and look at Eddie, who has now decided that puppy-dog eyes would get you to spill--he was right. "Fine," You huff, realizing he was probably gonna hear about the kiss eventually anyway, "It was Steve." His eyes widen like saucers and the chair leans back too far, making him fall to the ground with it. Mr. Jones sighs again, adding yet another tally mark to the board; There are now thirty-nine.

"Steve?!" Eddie whisper-shouts once he gets settled again. You ignore him, writing down the equations from the board and he groans again, "Fine, ignore me all you want. I'll get answers out of you sooner or later."

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You sigh as you pick up beer cans off the floor, keeping your steps light to not wake up the man currently passed out on the couch. You take the half-empty can from his hand and pour it out in the sink a few feet away. There really isn't enough space in these trailers. You watch the wasted money go down the drain and rub your tired eyes with your free hand. The only thing you want to do right now is lay down with a good book and read till the sun comes up, saying 'one more chapter' every time you finish one.

You don't have a chance to pick up your book as the phone's shrill ringing shakes the trailer. Your dad says something that sounds almost like a threat to the phone's life as you go to pick it up, extending the cord as far as it'll go so you can take the call in your room, the door shut. "Hello?" "Hey," the voice on the other side of the line says and you look at the clock next to your bed at the familiar sound. "Shit, I didn't realize it was already eight." "Is this a bad time? I can call back later, or you can call me when you're free?" You smile at his rambling. "No, no. We can talk now. I've just gotta keep it down so I don't wake up my dad. He's not fun to deal with when he's drunk, even less when you wake him up." "Yeah, I understand how that feels. Thankfully my parents are out of town." He mumbles something else you can't quite hear, but you aren't sure you're supposed to so you ignore it.

"Where do you live, I can drive you to school tomorrow." "No!" You wince at the loudness of your own voice, praying to whoever would listen that you didn't wake up your dad. It's not that you're ashamed of where you live, it's just that you don't want him making him feel like you're worth any less because you're not from some snooty rich area; you've heard about King Steve, what he's like. "Uhm, okay, I don't have to drive you. I just thought it'd make this ruse a bit more believable, y'know?"

"No, you're right, I'm sorry. I just... my dad might not be too pleased with a stranger pulling up to his house," You pause to think of the right words, "How about we meet at the library tomorrow morning?" "Sure thing, It'll give us time to practice our stories on the drive to school." "Stories?" You ask with a confused frown. "Yeah, like 'how we met', 'where our first date was', 'who fell first', that kinda stuff." "Are you expecting to get interrogated?" You hear him chuckle and you sigh, "We met at the fair, our first date was at the movies, and I fell first." There's silence on the other end like he's writing it down.

"Why didn't I fall first?" "You've seen me, right?" You joke, but you can hear his frown as he responds, "Yeah, and? You're gorgeous, I'd fall first any day." You feel a smile form on your face as you laugh out a response, "Thanks, but I think you can only fall first once." "My lack of grammar skills doesn't make what I said any less true." You're cheeks grow warm and you look down at your feet, "Thank you." "Of course. So, we met at the fair, our first date was--what if our first date was at the bookstore? You like books right?" "Oh, sure that works, I just thought you'd prefer the movies or something." "Cool, and then I fell first. Sound good?" "Yeah, sounds great." "Perfect, what time should we meet at the library?" You hum as you think, looking at the clock, then at your dad through the cracked door, "Does seven work? Or seven-thirty?" Based on the silence, you can tell he nodded to your question because a second later, he says, "Yeah, yup, seven works for me." "Great, well, goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow." "Oh, uh, okay. Yeah, goodnight." You frown at the sadness in his voice but before you can say anything the line cuts out.

You open your door to find your dad standing in front of the now-broken wall phone. You look down at the mess on the floor with a blank stare, drop the phone in your hand on top of the mess, and turn away to your room. "I'll pick up a new one tomorrow after school." You say as though it's second nature--it might as well be. He drunkenly mumbles something about not talking back before he collapses onto the couch. You close your door and open the window, picking up your book from your nightstand before you make your escape and hurry to Eddie's trailer next door. He opens the door before you can knock and you sit on the couch, opening your book to the page you left off at.

"So," Eddie starts, "Steve, huh?" You hum, nodding. "How'd that happen?" "We met at the fair." You hear Eddie shut the door, turning all three locks before he sits down beside you. "Where'd you go for your first date?" You huff out a laugh. You'd have to tell Steve he was right about the interrogation. "He took me to the bookstore. Now enough with the questions, please." He rolls his eyes, laying his head in your lap, prompting you to play with his hair, "Fine. I just wanna make sure you're happy. I mean, you know how douchey he was last year." "He's actually really sweet now," You say truthfully. Eddie hums, "Okay, I'll believe you." His eyes drift closed as you run your fingers through his hair, closing your book and falling asleep with your head back against the couch cushions.

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You startle awake as Wayne walks through the trailer door, his boots are clunky and loud. "Sorry, peach, didn't mean to wake ya," He says and you shake your head, "It's all right, Wayne, I should be getting home anyway." "You sure?" You nod as you lay Eddie's head gently on the couch, "I gotta wake up kinda early tomorrow, but I'll be by to make dinner before you head to work? I was thinking lasagna?" "Sounds great, kiddo. Hey, how's Ed doin' in school?" You shrug, looking at the curly-haired slobbering mess that is your best friend, "Pretty much the same, but he has been getting better at getting to class on time, and I know for a fact he has at least one C+." Wayne lets out a sigh of relief. "That's good t'hear. I'd hate to see him miss out on life 'cause of the school system."

You open the door to leave when Wayne stops you, handing you your book before kissing the top of your head and shoving you out the door. You laugh quietly so as to not wake up the neighbors and head towards your open window.

Once inside, you close the window gently and lock it, closing your dingy blinds before crawling into bed and switching the light on your nightstand off. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, your lungs accustomed to the stench of alcohol and cigarettes. You start to drift off, sleep falling over you like a big dark blanket, relieving you of your duties in the real world and allowing you the comfort of your imagination.

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The sound of your alarm makes you jolt awake, even as it's set to the lowest volume. You crack your neck and your knuckles before rolling out of the mess of blankets--a blanket cocoon if you will. You take a two-minute shower to avoid getting yelled at for using the hot water and wrap a towel around your body. You quickly put your hair up and brush your teeth, nearly forgetting to put on some mascara before exiting the bathroom and rushing into your room. Clothes are scattered all around and it takes you a good five minutes to find something clean to wear, even with the minuscule amount of clothes you own.

You toss on the clothes quickly, making a mental note to do laundry later, and you take your keys off the hook and run out the door. You grab your bike, leaning against the rickety railing of the stairs leading up to the trailer, and take off. Your keys jingle around in your pocket, nearly distracting you from the oncoming car.

You make it to the library with minutes to spare and you lock up your bike using the chain sitting in the front basket. You turn just in time to see Steve pulling up and you smile at the happy wave he sends your way. You wave back despite your exhaustion and greet him as he gets out of the car.

He rushes around to the passenger side, holding the door open for you with a dorky grin and you roll your eyes, "You could've just waited in the car for me." "Now what kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn't hold the door open for my fake girlfriend?" "You're a dork," You reply with a straight face and you swear you see a hint of pink dusting his cheeks and ears.

You get settled in the car as he comes back around the driver seat and starts the car. He makes sure your seatbelt is buckled before he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking spot. He pulls onto the road and turns on the radio, turning it down as he looks over at you, "How'd you sleep?" You shrug and he frowns, "Are you okay?" You stay silent for a moment, deciding if you want to tell the truth, and you nod, a smile plastered on your face. He nods at your answer and turns back to look at the road, keeping the radio turned down in case you want to talk.

"Hey," you finally speak up and he perks up, "Could you drive me to the general store after school? I need to pick something up." "Yeah, sure." You reach over to turn up the music as your favorite song plays through the speakers. You try your very hardest to not sing along and opt instead for humming along as you sway to the rhythm. Steve smiles at you and begins belting out the lyrics, forcing a laugh to leave your lips. You watch as he messes up the words, still singing his heart out with a wide smile, and you decide to join in. The car stops and suddenly you realize you're at the school. Your face heats at the people looking at you through the window.

Steve turns off the car, and with it, the music. He rushes out of the car, running to the other side, not caring how stupid he looks, before he's at your door, holding it open for you with a hand out for you to take. He pulls you to his chest and whispers in your ear, "Can I kiss you?" You nod subtly and he pulls back slightly to press his lips against yours. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands hold your hips. You can feel the eyes of your peers, but kissing Steve almost makes that all go away.

Almost.

You first hear whispers, then giggles, then, as you pull away, opening your eyes, you can see all the people standing and gossiping and pointing and you freeze. Your heart plummets as you think of the possibilities. Was this just a joke? Was Steve in on this? You look up at the boy's face to find him scowling. Only, it's not at you. He flips off the crowd as he pulls you closer to him protectively, grabbing your backpack and your hand, and walking into the school with you in tow.

"I'm sorry," He says once you lose sight of them, "People are assholes." He lets go of your hand and your heart flutters as you realize you wish he didn't. You take the bag from his hand as he backs up slightly. "I've gotta get to class, but I'll come by yours once the bell rings, which class do you have?" You clear your throat before answering, now realizing you were just staring a his lips as he talked, "Uhm, Mrs. O'Donell, room forty-eight." He nods, looking up as though he's repeating it in his head a few times before he looks back down at you and nods. "I'll see you later, then," He says, his eyes catching on something behind you before he pulls you in for a kiss, just a peck, but still just as mindblowing as the others. You reach your hand up to feel your lips as you watch him walk away, and you know you're hooked.

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i was gonna write more but i wasnt in the mood so this is all you get. lmk if you want a part two eventually

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