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#i have to stop writing this. eight yawns. nine. help me. my god
btsgotjams27 · 1 year
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between the lines | kth
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summary: the boy you have a crush on loves to draw between the lines of your notebook.
✨ title: between the lines | ✨ pairing: taehyung x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff | college!au | ✨ rating: g | ✨ word count: 1.3k ✨ warnings: none (?) is this the first time this has happened?? lol at least i don't think there are any, if you find one lmk. ✨ a/n: thank you to @alphabetboyluvr for helping me with this fic title and the hubs for helping me draw some things! and happy birthday to taetae.
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"Can I get a piece of paper? I forgot my notebook."
Without hesitation, you tore out a piece from yours and handed it to Kim Taehyung - the boy you had been crushing on since the first day of class. He first caught your eye when he showed up in a full-on suit, which you thought was odd, then on other days, he'll show up in a hoodie and sweats. He loved flip-flopping between the two styles.
"Can I also borrow a pen?" he asked with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, hoping you didn't mind him asking more of you.
You chuckled and shook your head. How could you say no to that face? So you began digging through your bag for a pen. "Are you always this forgetful?" you asked, pointing the pen at him, waiting for him to take it. But also, how does someone come to class unprepared? It's not like it's a surprise.
Taehyung smiled. "Yes," he said, plucking it from your grasp.
"Don't lose it. It's my favorite pen." You already felt you wouldn't be seeing your pen again. There was a twinge of regret in your heart when he clicked the pen and began scribbling away. God, he's going to use all the ink!
Your professor continued his lecture. Twenty minutes in, and you couldn't stop yawning. An eight o'clock class was just too early for anyone's brain to function, but you wanted to get this class out of the way. And you liked the rest of your day free from classes.
Since you were young, you have always doodled in your notebook—little stars or spirals in the corner. You couldn't draw to save your life, but it helped pass the time.
You covered your mouth as another yawn escaped - the third one in ten minutes. You straighten your posture, hoping it will help.
Taehyung looked over, watching you struggle to stay awake. He focused on the pen, and the top was adorned with a brown bear. He leaned into your personal space, taking his thumb and index finger, and squeezed the bear.
"What are you doing?" you whispered as he squashed the bear violently between his thumb and index finger.
"It's squishy," he said, marveling at the softness.
You yanked it away from him. It's not like you were writing anything important, you were doodling, but he was interrupting. And yes, you bought this specific pen because it was cute, squishy, and a good stress reliever.
"…Sorry," he mumbled, sinking back into his chair. He returned to his previous position, facing the front.
You scowled at him, looking at his paper; he had nothing written down. What was the point of you giving him paper and a pen if he wasn't going to use them? You ignored the cute boy with fluffy hair and continued doodling away — swirls, clouds, and stars filled the corner of your notepad.
The professor's words went in one ear and out the other as you mindlessly drew; from your peripheral view, you could feel Taehyung's eyes back on you. Then you could see his raised arm coming in your direction, his pen drawing a nine-square grid with a big X in the middle.
You turned to him, catching his smirk before returning to the grid, marking an O in the top right corner. The two of you continued until it was a cat's game, and you would not let him win. Turning to him, you playfully stuck your tongue out before returning your focus to your professor. But you should've known that Taehyung wasn't finished playing games.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take note of this section in the chapter because it will be on the next exam. This exam will be worth ten percent of your grade," said your professor.
You were ready to jot down the chapter he referenced but Taehyung nudged your hand, writing the letters: M.A.S.H.
God, he was relentless, wasn't he?
Growing up, you and your older sister used to play this silly game all the time. In the 'future partner' column, you wrote down your choices: Park Jimin — Taehyung's best friend, and Jeon Jungkook – Taehyung's roommate. And you were going to write down Yoongi, the TA but Taehyung knocked your hand out of the way, scribbling down his name.
The next column was the number of kids. The two of you took turns writing down numbers: 2, 99, and 4. You rolled your eyes at his 99. Imagine pushing out 99 kids? Is that even possible?
It was time to choose places you'd want to live. You'd always dreamt of Sydney and Paris, which you quickly wrote down before Taehyung wrote his choice — New York. His was also a good one, you couldn't complain.
Next was the type of transportation, and being the jokester he was, Taehyung scribbled a tandem bike, making you roll your eyes. Your choices were a Range Rover and, for giggles, a school bus. Taehyung snorted when he saw what you wrote.
You mouthed, "What"?
"Cute," he mouthed back.
You grinned at his comment. Did he mean you were cute or what you wrote was cute?
And lastly, was the column for future occupation. You paused to think as though this silly little game was real life, writing down tech bazillionaire. If you chose 99 children, you need to be able to provide for all of them. For the last two options, you let Taehyung choose: astronaut and art curator.
Now was the moment of truth, drawing the spiral to determine your fate. You elbowed Taehyung. "Tell me when to stop," you told him as you closed your eyes. With your pen to paper, you began drawing a spiral.
He leaned in, whispering, "Stop."
You opened your eyes, clearing your throat, when you realized how close he was to you. Looking at the spiral you drew, you counted seven lines and began counting and eliminating the written choices.
Taehyung snickered when his friends' names were crossed out, and you circled his name. "Guess we're getting married," he teased, licking his lips.
Honestly, you'd marry him in a heartbeat, no questions asked, given that you hardly knew the guy. It would help if you had a real conversation before letting him get on his knees.
You continued eliminating the choices written on the paper. Taehyung peered over to see the results of the silly game. He flashed a wide grin, chuckling softly. You guessed he was happy with the results, which concluded in a marriage to Kim Taehyung, with four kids, living in an apartment in Paris. The two of you would have to figure out the tandem bicycle as a mode of transportation because it wasn't suitable for a family of six. The occupation aligns more with Taehyung than it did with you. He was definitely artsier than your silly doodles on your paper. 
You peered over at him again, but he was focused on the professor. You wondered what other interests and hobbies he had and if he was a good flirt through conversations, not just on paper.
"Okay, class. I will see you on Friday. Please study hard, and if you have any questions, you can reach me via my office hours."
Finally, the class was over, and you were getting ready to gather your things, but Taehyung stopped you from closing your notebook.
"What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him as he scribbled something before closing it. He grinned as you watched him take off without saying a word. You wondered what his deal was
Half the class was already gone by the time you finished gathering your things. You flipped to the page the two of you had been writing on. Scanning the page, you saw what he wrote: I like you.
You had to give it to him. He knew how to make you blush with the simplest of things. Quickly, you grabbed your things to try and find him. You poked your head out the door, looking both ways before you spotted him. You caught his gaze just as he turned back.
"What about my pen?!" you yelled out after him.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "If you want it, come and get it."
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fruitcoops · 3 years
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Hello! I truly love your writing! Would you consider a continuation of that piece where Jules stays with coops for a week? Or just some snippets of what they get up to?
Here’s part 1, folks! It’s about 3k words and I’m thinking there will be three or four parts total, released over the next couple days. I hope you enjoy it!
Sweater Weather and Jules credit belongs to @lumosinlove!
“Jules.” A series of gentle knocks echoed down the stairs and Sirius smiled into his coffee cup. “Jules, it’s time to wake up.”
Regulus snorted. “Bet you five bucks he has to drag the kid down.”
“Deal.”
“Jules.” Remus knocked again, sounding more exasperated. There was a heavy sigh and the door clicked open; after a moment of quiet, someone yelped. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Go away!” Jules groaned. “An’ give it back!”
“It’s time for breakfast, get a wiggle on. I’ll carry you if I have to.”
“I’m cold.” More rustling noises followed before Jules appeared at the top of the staircase, bundled in Remus’ sweatshirt—which was really Sirius’, but it didn’t matter—and scowling. His bedhead was outstanding.
“Bon matin,” Sirius said with a smile when Jules sat heavily in the chair next to him and put his forehead on his arms. “How’d you sleep?”
“I don’t like your fiancé.”
“Oh?”
“He’s mean.”
Sirius winked at Remus as he rolled his eyes and pulled a cereal box out of the pantry. “What did he do?”
“He stole my blankets with no warning.”
“That is such a lie,” Remus scoffed. “I knocked on your door for five whole minutes before I came in!”
“Thank you for that, by the way,” Sirius said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Reg owes me five bucks now.”
“Sweet, we can get more Oreos.”
“Oreos aren’t on your diet plan,” Jules sulked as Remus passed him a bowl of cereal and milk.
“How do you know?”
Jules mumbled something and shoved his spoon into his mouth. The night before had been hectic, with Sirius driving the Hope and Lyall to the airport while Remus helped set Jules up for the night. Regulus came back from hanging out with Leo around ten pm; by that time, Jules was still wired for sound at the idea of a week-long sleepover. He finally went to sleep around eleven thirty and Sirius and Remus crash-landed into bed, exhausted.
Practice was going to be hell.
“Why do we have to wake up early, again?” Jules asked around a yawn.
Sirius ruffled his hair as he sat down again. “Practice starts at ten. Eight o’clock is not early at all.”
He squinted at him, confused. “How early do you usually wake up?”
“Seven, seven-thirty.”
Jules shuddered and turned back to his cereal while Remus plonked himself down in Sirius’ lap with a coffee cup, looking moments away from falling asleep again. “Children are exhausting. Why did we get two of them?”
“Hey!” Jules and Regulus said in unison, clearly offended.
“We’ve got terrible judgement,” Sirius laughed.
“Older brothers are the worst, right Jules?”
“Totally. Are you coming to the rink with us?”
Regulus shook his head. “Sorry, buddy, I’ve got college stuff to work on. Want to help me with paperwork?”
Jules made a face. “I’ll pass.”
“We’re leaving in forty minutes, okay?” Remus said, stretching his back as he stood up and left Sirius’ lap cold and empty. “Jules, please take a shower.”
“I smell fine!”
“You didn’t take one yesterday or the day before. Scoot.” Jules rolled his eyes and got up. “Don’t give me that look! And put your bowl in the sink.”
Sirius and Regulus shared a glance as Jules put his stuff away and trooped up the stairs. “Hi, Hope,” Regulus snickered.
Resignation overtook Remus’ face and he sighed. “Fuck. I’m turning into my mother already. Reg, you should take a shower, too.”
“I smell fine!” The withering look from both Sirius and Remus made him raise his hands in surrender and wander off to his bedroom. “I’m nineteen, not nine!”
”And yet we still need to babysit you,” Sirius called back. Finally, they were alone. He hopped up to sit on the counter and grabbed Remus around the waist as he passed by, pulling him back for a hug. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning.” Remus kissed him gently, bracketing his hips with his hands. He looked tired, but happy. “I’m actually pretty excited to have Jules stay with us. Thank you for that, by the way.”
“Ne rien. It’s good to have people here.” They kissed for a moment longer, listening to the shower running upstairs and Regulus’ rummaging noises down the hall. “I swear to God, he’s like a raccoon.”
Remus laughed and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder. “He definitely sounds like one.”
“At least his room’s clean.”
“Cheers to that. He’s heading back tomorrow, right?”
“Mhmm. Dumo’s been bugging me for, like, three days.”
Remus hummed, wrapping his arms around Sirius and snuggling into him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. We’ve only got a little bit of time before Jules is out, so we should get dressed.”
Remus groaned, but released his limpet hold. “That was so close to a perfect sentence.”
Sirius paused just before hopping off the counter and raised his eyebrows. “If we have extra time…”
“Come on, you,” Remus laughed, tugging him off the counter by the hand and hurrying toward the stairs.
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They arrived at the rink at 10:05, and Sirius began bracing himself for the inevitable chirping as soon as he stepped out of the car. Jules bounced on his toes in excitement as they walked toward the building, laden with their hockey gear and still a bit frazzled from the mad dash out of the house.
“Is this the munchkin?” Moody asked when Remus knocked on the door to the PT office.
“Yep.” Remus looked down at Jules, whose eyes were wide and more than a little nervous as his grip tightened on Remus’ jacket hem.
“Alastor Moody,” he grunted, holding a hand out that Jules tentatively shook.
“Jules.”
“Wanna see how bones work, kid?”
Instantly, his nerves disappeared. “Yeah!”
Moody winked at them as he led Jules toward the joint models on the far wall and Sirius let out a slow breath. “He’ll be fine.”
“God, I hope so. If anyone can drive Moody off the wall, it’ll be my little brother,” Remus murmured as they headed off down the hall.
The yelling started the second Sirius opened the locker room door. “You’re LATE!” James shouted, grinning from ear to ear. “Hand over the badge, Captain.”
“We still have fifty minutes until practice starts, shut your face.” Sirius socked him on the shoulder and set his bag in the stall.
“What, pray tell, was the reason for this tardiness?” James leaned over and batted his eyelashes.
Remus rolled up a towel and smacked him on the ass with it. “My little brother.”
“Jules is here?” Leo perked up on the other side of the room, and Sirius saw several of the guys look over in excitement, as if they were hiding him in one of their bags.
“He’s staying with us for the week since my great-aunt passed away.”
“Shit, Loops, I’m sorry.”
Remus shrugged. “I never met her, but my folks went back for the funeral. Moody said he’d keep an eye on Jules during practice.”
“Lupin, Black, you’re late,” Coach Weasley said from the doorway, giving them a look over his glasses. “Do we need to have a conversation?”
“No, Coach,” Sirius said as he pulled his pads over his chest.
“I hear you’ve commandeered my head PT for the day.”
Remus shook his head. “If Jules starts bugging him—”
“I’m kidding, Loops.” Arthur’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Moody loves kids. This’ll be good for his disposition.”
Finn snorted. “Can’t get any worse.”
“I expect all of you on the ice in twenty. Any stragglers are doing laps outside!” Arthur slapped the edge of the doorway before ducking out into the hall again; his sneakers squeaked on the freshly-washed floor and Sirius stifled a laugh as he finished buckling up.
The five minute delay did not have a terrible impact on his pre-practice rituals, which he took a  moment to be grateful for—they had a scrimmage planned, and he didn’t intend to lose. Once warmups were over, they moved into running plays, until finally the whistle blew and Coach called out the teams. Remus ended up on the other side and he slapped Sirius’ ass with his stick as he passed him, grinning over his shoulder before stopping next to Dumo.
Jules and Moody came out to watch a few minutes in; Sirius caught a glimpse of his wide eyes when he saw the speed of the game and smiled to himself. Everyone else seemed to notice the new arrivals as well, because their effort doubled and suddenly the plays were running smoother than ever.
Showing off for a ten-year-old, he thought with a shake of his head. Talk about baby fever.
Remus sped through the defense, weaving back and forth until he was nearly face-to-face with Sirius. His whole face lit up and he braced; when Sirius went to check him, he dipped sideways at the last second and slipped the puck right through his skates, catching it on the other side and zipping toward the goal at top speed. The goal light went off and Talker whooped, checking him in celebration.
“Lupin! Where’s that been all season?” Arthur demanded, though he was laughing. “Christ, guys, thanks for finally waking up!”
“Where the fuck did you learn that?” Sirius asked as they headed back for the face-off.
“You think you’re the only one who skates in the basement?” Remus said with a cheeky grin.
The whole rink buzzed with energy throughout the rest of the scrimmage—once or twice, Sirius realized even he was showing off a little for Jules, who cheered louder than fifteen thousand fans whenever someone scored.
Arthur shook his head when the final whistle went off. “Everyone say ‘thank you’ to Julian.”
“Thank you, Jules,” they chorused. Jules looked like he was about to die of happiness.
“I need to get him in here more often,” Arthur muttered as they headed to the locker room to change into their gym gear. “Let’s get that energy for every practice, okay? Not just the ones with Little Loops.”
“What are you talking about?” Kasey laughed.
Arthur fixed him with a look. “Don’t bullshit me, Winter, all of you were showing off for the kid.”
Remus blushed all the way to his ears, and the rest of them mumbled some half-assed excuses until they were shooed away. “I put the new schedule on the mirror,” Sirius called over the noise. “Try to pay attention to it for once.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Logan reached up and patted him on the shoulder as he passed; Sirius dragged him back into a headlock to ruffle his hair. “Ow, fuck, okay!”
Logan did not, in fact, stick to the schedule. He was far too busy tossing the lightest medicine ball they had with Jules, who staggered slightly whenever he caught it. Both looked absolutely thrilled.
Sirius, on the other hand, was glad for the opportunity to do a fair bit of ogling while he spotted Remus—who stuck to the schedule, Sirius had never loved him more—until he finished his bench-pressing rotation. He was strong before being a player, but now…well, it was safe to say he could sweep Sirius off his feet literally and figuratively.
“Re, Re!” Jules ran over when Remus finally sat up, then paused and made a face. “You’re sweaty.”
Remus pulled him in for a hug, making him shriek and wiggle to get out. “I am, yeah! Isn’t it great? Here, lemme just—”
Jules flailed, but he couldn’t get out of Remus’ hold in time to avoid the head nuzzle that plastered his hair up on one side with sweat as the guys laughed. “Ewww!”
“Did you need something, buddy?” Remus asked at last.
“Well, now I need a shower.” Jules grimaced. “I was going to ask if you guys actually do ice baths.”
“Of course we do!” Kasey cut in before Remus could quickly divert the topic. “And your brother loves them.”
Sirius had to turn around to muffle his laughter as interest lit on Jules’ face. “Really? Can I see?”
Kasey opened the door dramatically. “Right this way, Little Loops.”
Two of the ice baths were full when they arrived and Sirius did not miss the pained look on Remus’ face at the sight, nor did he miss the devious smile on Kasey’s. Jules hurried over to one and looked over the end, practically sticking his whole face in. “Woah.”
“Pretty cool, huh? You want to know what the best part is?”
“What?”
“Oh, Christ,” Remus muttered.
“Loops, will you do the honors and make sure your darling little brother has a good time?” Kasey asked, the picture of innocence. Remus sighed and stood next to the ice bath, silently begging Sirius for help with his eyes as Kasey motioned Jules over. “Alright, so you take one of these, and then you have to be super careful as you aim. Lucky for you, you’re learning from the best.”
Remus winced as the first ice cube smacked him in the side of the head and gritted his teeth as the second went down the neck of his t-shirt. Sirius schooled his expression into the mildest, sweetest smile he could muster. “He’s not doing anything,” Jules whispered. Remus began taking deep breaths.
“He will.”
“Try me, Wint—oh, sh—” Remus muffled a squeak as ice went directly down his spine. “Hoo, boy, that’s cold.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you censor yourself,” Kasey said, amazed. “It’s uncanny.”
“Are you done?”
“I could do this all day, but it’s my turn to make dinner tonight and Nat gets hangry if I’m late. Good game, Little Loops.” Kasey and Jules high-fived and Remus shook his shirt out; no less than four ice cubes clattered to the ground.
“Young man, you are in such big trouble,” Remus growled playfully as he swept Jules over his shoulder and began tickling his knees. Sirius dodged the squirming legs and held the door open for them as they walked back into the hallway. “You’re okay hanging out with Moody while we get our stuff together, right?”
“Yeah! He’s got the coolest knee statues.”
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Dinner was anything but a quiet affair; all three of them had taken a nap when they got home, then had a dance party in the kitchen while Remus taught Jules how to actually cook chicken so nobody got food poisoning. Sirius was torn between begging them for the details of that particular story and wanting to stay as far away from it as possible.
Regulus and Jules got into a fierce game of footsie under the table that only ended when a small foot—he still didn’t know which one it was—slammed into the base of Sirius’ knee, hard enough that it would certainly leave a bruise. “Ow.”
They both froze, shared a look, then silently went back to eating. “Practice starts at nine tomorrow,” Remus said around a bite of broccoli. “That means wake up time is six thirty, okay? We’ve got a game on Thursday and it’s super important that we’re not late again. Reg, what time are you heading out?”
“I was thinking noon-ish? That way I can get my stuff set up while Dumo’s still at practice. Don’t want to bother him.”
Jules turned to him with the biggest, saddest eyes Sirius had ever seen. “You’re leaving?”
“I live with Dumo, remember?” Regulus hesitated. “I’ll be at the game, though.”
“Can I sit with you?”
“Absolutely.”
That seemed to placate him, and he turned back to his chicken happily. Sirius nudged his brother, giving him a significant look, which was met with an eye roll that couldn’t quite cover the fond flush on his face.
Jules and Regulus took care of the dishes after dinner and Sirius stretched out on the couch to the sounds of the kid’s excited chatter as he recounted the day’s events. Remus flopped down on top of him, settling between his thighs with a contented smile. “Today went well.”
“Yeah, it did.” Sirius began running his fingers through Remus’ soft hair. “I think Moody is about thirty seconds away from adopting him.”
Remus laughed against his chest. “I think so. It’s pretty cool seeing him so excited about PT stuff.”
“It is.” There was a slow sigh and Sirius raised his eyebrows. “What was that about?”
“I just realized that even though Reg is leaving tomorrow, we won’t have the house to ourselves for six more days. It’s been two weeks.”
Sirius closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the armrest. “Fuck. I didn’t even think about that. Think we can dump him on Dumo for a night?”
“We can handle six days, right?”
“Yeah, totally.”
There was a beat of silence. “This is going to be difficult.”
“If we make it to the three-day mark, I say we break open the Oreos as a reward.”
“Sounds good to me—oof.”
They both groaned as an extra hundred pounds of person squished on top of them. “Dishes are done!” Jules chirped.
“Did you wash your hands?” Sirius wheezed, blinking the dark spots out of his vision. Remus’ chin was digging into his upper ribs.
“Yep! Regulus wants to watch a movie. I think we should watch Jurassic Park, but he says it’s terrible—”
“He what?” Remus raised his head slightly and craned his neck to look back at the kitchen. “Regulus!”
“What?”
“You don’t like Jurassic Park? I thought you had taste!” Remus pushed off the couch and Jules wrapped all his limbs around him like an oversized koala. “We’re watching it tonight and you’re going to like it. Come on, baby, we need to make sure your brother has culture.”
Two hours later, as the credits rolled and three people snored gently, Sirius smiled to himself. He could handle a week of this.
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hallowxiu · 3 years
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Three Minutes (Part 1)
pairing: diavolo/gn!mc
word count: 3.2k
summary: You want a unique gift for the future King of the Devildom. Who else would be brave enough to give Lord Diavolo pick up lines if not you?
a/n: part 11 of the mc isn’t good at pick up lines series. also this ties in a teenie tiny bit with the current halloween/birthday diavolo event that’s going on. enjoy!
part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten
A yawn leaves your lips as you once again find yourself sitting in for a council meeting. You aren’t sure why you’re constantly being forced to tag along to these stupid meetings-- last you checked you weren’t even a council member. Yet, Lucifer is always insisting (more like forcing) that you come along. If you had it your way, you’d be at home taking the fattest nap of your life right now. A nap so good that even Belphie would be impressed. 
And with that, another yawn leaves your lips. Someone clears their throat, and you look up to find your gaze falling onto Lord Diavolo. Oh shit, you’ve totally been caught zoning out. Lucifer is definitely going to kill you later for making him look bad. You hear your name fall from Lord Diavolo’s lips and a blush settles across your cheeks gracefully. “Had I known you were so tired today, I would have suggested the meeting be held tomorrow instead.” Now you’re blushing out of embarrassment. And terror, when you eventually look over at Lucifer. Yeah, definitely not happy. 
“Wha-- of course not. I’m not tired,” maybe you should have tried harder at covering up your yawns, “just, uh,” just what? Bored? Yeah, no, that would make it worse. “I’m so excited that I keep yawning. It’s a human thing; you’ve never heard about it?” To yawn while excited? It was most definitely not a human thing, but could any of the brothers really call your bluff? Probably. 
“Really?” There’s a look of surprise on Diavolo’s face, and it makes you feel just the slightest bit hopeful that he believed your lie. Lucifer looks unimpressed, however, which means he didn’t. Can’t win them all. 
“Yes. It happens to me a lot. If I get really excited, I just yawn. I yawn a lot. In general, many things to be excited over.” You’re sinking into your chair as you feel Lucifer’s glare become stronger and stronger with each passing second. 
“And tell me,” Lucifer says your name with barely hidden frustration, “what are you excited over?”
Shit. You should have known that Lucifer would quiz you on this. “Well,” there’s a terrified smile on your lips and the brothers are giving you curious looks, “that’s a great question. What isn’t there to be excited over?” You knew that wouldn’t fly at all. You needed to think of something. It’s as if a tiny lightbulb goes off over your head, a wide smile lighting up your features. “Why, Lord Diavolo’s birthday is coming up, right? I think that’s quite exciting! And Halloween! My personal favorite holiday, although I’m not really sure if you guys celebrate it here, but I’m still excited for it nonetheless.” This time Lucifer’s the one wearing shock on his expression, though he decides not to push the topic. You knew he wouldn’t; he wouldn’t be willing to grill you over Lord Diavolo while in the presence of the Demon Prince himself. You had never been more grateful to Satan, as he was the one who informed you of the upcoming birthday only a few days prior. 
“That’s actually what this meeting was called for today.” There’s a sheepish smile on Lord Diavolo’s lips as he speaks. “We don’t necessarily celebrate Halloween in the Devildom, but my birthday does fall upon the human holiday, so we do end up celebrating the week of. It’s just slightly different.” You’re thanking every god in the skies right now for pulling you through that alive. “I only called the meeting to see if everyone was okay with the festivities that will be taking place next week.” 
“Of course, Lord Diavolo. Leave everything to us, we’ll have everything planned.” There’s a tight smile on Lucifer’s lips, one that suggests that you should probably avoid the oldest brother for the remainder of the day. 
🎃🎃🎃
You sat through another two meetings in the last couple of days, all of which were Lucifer and the brothers going over every last detail for Lord Diavolo’s birthday celebration. Your role, similar to Lucifer’s, was to help each brother whenever requested. Which sounded easy enough at first as you didn’t share the entire weight of their responsibilities, however, that was until all the brothers were calling you non stop because they wanted to spend time with you. While cute at first, you were starting to get annoyed. 
Couldn’t they see that you had things to do too? You were already on thin ice with Lucifer since the first council meeting (the eldest even going as far to harass you each morning about getting enough sleep, should you yawn during another meeting). On top of that, you were cooking up some pick up lines for Lord Diavolo. A birthday is a special occasion, it’s another year you’re alive, which is special, right? Even if the person celebrating the birthday has been alive for thousands of years. 
You’re currently deciding on what method of delivery you should do. Should you write a shit ton of pick up lines on a homemade card and give it to him? Or should you tell them to him in person? Each method had their own list of pros and cons. For example, the pro of the card would be that Lucifer wouldn’t know, and therefore he wouldn’t kill you for possibly disrespecting the future Devildom King. However, the pros for telling him in person involved seeing his reaction and his response to each one, which was a little more tempting. Another question; should you do it when he’s alone, or when he’s at his party? Could you even get Lord Diavolo alone? You nearly fell apart when you got Barbatos alone, and he’s only Diavolo’s butler. 
You flop back onto your cushioned bed, staring at the ceiling above you. You watch as the blades of your ceiling fan lazily spin in circles as your mind works up the perfect birthday plan. Yes, you couldn’t just make a fool of yourself, the stakes are a bit higher this time. This wouldn’t be the same as giving one of the brothers a pick up line. Maybe you should just… 
You spring out of bed the second the idea hits you. You had the perfect idea. Why not just text him a pick up line each day of the week leading up to his birthday. This way you wouldn’t have to risk Lucifer overhearing it and you wouldn’t have to worry about cornering the man. Yes, this was perfect. 
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Your face turns to a scowl while Mammon spins in circles while in your desk chair. “Ya do realize this is Lord Diavolo, right? We don’t know how he’ll react to this.”
“And while that’s completely fair of you to think that,” you were too busy looking up pick up lines on your D.D.D to care about the outcome, “I know no one else is brave enough to do something like this. Come on, it’ll be great. A present he’s never received before.” 
“Ya sure do have an interestin’ way of reasonin’.” Mammon knew it was pointless to argue with you. “But don’t come cryin’ to me when Lucifer catches wind of this. Your funeral, not mine. Make sure ya stress to him that I had nothin’ to do with this.” 
🎃🎃🎃
MC:
Lord Diavolo, your birthday is in a few days, right???
Lord Diavolo: 
Yup! 
Why do you ask?
MC:
I have a unique gift idea for you! 
But uh
Don’t tell Lucifer
Please
Lord Diavolo:
Oh my.
Could it be? Are you taking me out to AkuDonald’s? 
MC:
what 
Lord Diavolo:
Don’t worry, MC!
I will keep this our little secret! Lucifer won’t find out. :)
MC: 
No, wait.
That wasn’t it.
I mean, I can take you to AkuDonald’s too if you want. I don’t mind. 
Lord Diavolo:
It wasn’t?
Well, I hope you’re still willing to take me because now I really want some.
MC:
Is it really okay for the future King to go out like that?
That doesn’t matter. Gift idea.
Are you ready?
Lord Diavolo:
Am I ready?
Are you doing it right now?
MC: 
You’re gonna be hotter than the flames on your birthday candles.
Lord Diavolo:
W
Wh
What?
MC:
I broke him.
Anyway, this is just the first of MANY. Okay???
You’re gonna get a wicked birthday pick up line every day until your birthday.
Which is only in two days. 
So it looks like you’ll be getting many a day. 
My planning wasn’t great; I was a little late coming up with the idea.
But it’s the thought that counts, right?
Lord Diavolo:
I’m not sure what to say…
MC:
I’ll give you one more as a parting gift.
Hey.
Lord Diavolo:
H-Hey??
MC:
I bet you’re sweeter than any birthday cake.
Lord Diavolo:
WHAT
WHAT?
MC, WHAT?
🎃🎃🎃
“Wow.” Is all that comes from Mammon as he reads through your texts. “You’re so fuckin’ dead.” 
“What?” You look at the white haired demon with a frown. “But I promised him AkuDonald’s.”
Mammon shoots you a quizzical look. “As if that even matters.” A snort leaves him as he rereads the messages. “It is pretty funny though. I can only imagine how red his face was when he realized what you were doin’. And then ya left him on read! You made him text stutter and then left him on read! As if you weren’t already taking a gamble. Sheesh, what am I supposed to do with ya? Like, seriously-- who leaves the future King on read?” Before you open your mouth to comment, Mammon cuts you off. “And I can’t believe ya told him that you broke him. Ya aren’t supposed to say that to him.” 
You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck. “I mean, he didn’t seem to mind that much. Hopefully. I mean, I’ll take the execution if that’s what he wants.” Mammon shoots you another quizzical look, though this time he opts to stay quiet. “The next one I’m sending is tomorrow. I didn’t have a lot up my sleeve, so if I plan it right I should have just enough leading up to his birthday. Do you want to see?” 
He leans over to view the pick up lines you had saved on your phone. He presses his lips into a thin line as he reads over them. “Some of these are… brave. What are ya expectin’ to get out of that last one?” 
“What do you mean?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Ya really want to tell him a line like that? And ya seriously expect nothin’?”
“I figured I should go all in if I’m going to be giving them to Lord Diavolo. Besides, it’s not like anything will happen, Mammon.” 
“Give what to Lord Diavolo?” A chill runs up your spine when the voice meets your ears. How was it that Lucifer scared you more than the actual crowned prince of the Devildom? 
“L-Lucifer.” You turn to face the demon with a shaky smile. “Mammon and I were just talking about gift ideas. It seems that no one has thought of anything yet, so we were just throwing ideas around. Nothing serious.” 
“You’re a bad liar.” Lucifer deadpans. “But I have a headache, so I’m not going to press you further. Mostly because I’m not sure I can handle whatever it is that you’ll end up telling me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans against your doorframe. “I just came to let the two of you know that dinner is ready. Come down now, I won’t be stopping Beelzebub from eating your food.” 
🎃🎃🎃
MC:
Did you miss me?
Lord Diavolo:
You’re going to give me a heart attack.
MC:
What? Why? 
Don’t do that. 
I’d get in a lot of trouble with Lucifer for that.
Lord Diavolo:
Are you really going to send me a pick up line each day until my birthday?
MC:
Yup!
Because I know for FACT that no one else is doing this.
Right??
MC:
Diavolo
*Lord Diavolo
Crap, don’t tell Lucifer I forgot the Lord.
MC: 
Wait. Answer me.
Is someone else doing this????
Or are you telling Lucifer that I forgot the Lord?
MC:
Omg.
It’s Lucifer, isn’t it?
Fuck.
What would a pick up line from him even be like?
Wait
Can you tell me?
I promise I won’t tell anyone. Except maybe Mammon.
He reads through my texts a lot.
Don’t ask me why.
Lord Diavolo:
I--
Sorry, Barbatos needed me for something.
Did you just have a crisis?
Over me not answering?
LOL
MC:
Lord Diavolo, I need to know.
Is Lucifer doing this too?
Also I need to know if you told Lucifer about me dropping the Lord.
Lord Diavolo:
No, I didn’t tell him haha.
And why would Lucifer send me something like pick up lines?
MC:
Uh
Anyway. Are you ready?
I’m sending it anyway.
MC:
You’re so beautiful, you made me forget my bad pick up line.
Lord Diavolo:
You think I’m pretty?
I knew having that sticker made of me in the dress was smart.
MC:
o ,,,,
k
MC:
Is that the sun coming up, or is that just the birthday boy shining? 
Lord Diavolo:
Oh wait, that one was cute.
MC:
I’m glad!
Tomorrow is your birthday, and naturally I only have one left.
So I suppose I’ll give it to you at your party tomorrow.
Don’t let Lucifer find out. 
Contrary to popular belief, I do value my life somewhat. 
🎃🎃🎃
“He said he liked it?” Mammon asks with disbelief lacing his tone. “I really thought I had seen everythin’ up until this point, but ya keep provin’ me wrong.” The two of you are crammed together at one of the many booth’s taking up the ballroom of Lord Diavolo’s castle. Everything was set up, and now you and the guests only had to wait for the birthday boy himself to arrive. 
“The birthday boy has to be fashionably late. It’s like, law.” Asmodeus had said to you only minutes prior. Law of what? You weren’t sure and he didn’t specify. 
“I know. I was surprised he liked them too. The first one was kind of lame, but he seemed pleased nonetheless.” If you have to admit, you’re feeling pretty smug with yourself right now. I mean seriously, pulling off pick up lines with Lord Diavolo? That has to be some kind of accomplishment, right? 
“You didn’t give him the scandalous one though. Don’t tell me…” You see a look of horror form on Mammon’s face. “Ya don’t plan on tellin’ him that one in person, do ya?” You only respond with a cheeky wink. “Oh, no.” He buries his face in his hands at the thought of his favorite human dying at the hands of his older brother. What a dilemma indeed. 
“Oh, yes. I already told him I’d be giving him the last one today anyway, so it’s not like he’ll be surprised. I just…” A devilish smirk appears on your lips and Mammon decides he doesn’t like it one bit. “Do me a favor?”
“Absolutely not.” 
“Mammon, come on.”
“No way.”
“Please?”
“Wha-- no! Don’t give me that look! I told ya a million times that the puppy dog look doesn’t work on me!” Except that it totally does. “Okay, fine.” His face beet red with his arms crossed over his chest, he turns around in his chair so that he’s facing away from you. “What is this favor?” He already knew what it was.
“I need you to distract Lucifer for me so I can get Lord Diavolo alone.” Mammon lets out the loudest whine of his life before slamming his head onto the table. A nervous laugh leaves you when several of the guests (Lucifer included) turn to look at the two of you. “Mammon, please don’t make a scene.” You say through a forced smile. 
“I’m sorry, you get to ask me to throw my life on the line so you can give Lord Diavolo a shitty pick up line, and I’m not even allowed to complain? Did I get that right?” 
“Yup.” The cheeky smile is back on your face. “Seriously though, do you think you can distract him?” 
“I mean, probably. I don’t know for how long though.” Mammon’s eyeing Lucifer from where he sits, watching the black haired male converse with some of Diavolo’s well known acquaintances. “He might get suspicious the moment I start walkin’ over to him.” 
“Just make sure your hands aren’t in your pockets so he can’t accuse you of stealing anything.” 
“You make it sound a lot easier than it actually is.” 
“I only need five minutes.” You cringe slightly when seeing the exasperated look on Mammon’s face. “Okay, maybe not even that! Three minutes; can you give me three minutes?” Mammon’s quiet for a while, the demon staring down at his hands while thinking over the entire thing. 
“Alright, I can probably get ya three minutes alone with Lord Diavolo. I’m serious though, I don’t know if I can promise ya any longer.” You rest your chin on the palms of your hands while looking forward thoughtfully. That’s fine, you tell yourself. You’ll only need three minutes.
You watch as Mammon practically glues himself to Lucifer’s side the moment Lord Diavolo finished his mini birthday speech. It was definitely suspicious, but you also didn’t give Mammon specific instructions, and he was doing this for free, so you really couldn’t complain. You watch as Lucifer tries to pry himself away from Mammon, and you watch as Diavolo catches your eye and walks over to you with a wide smile as he calls out your name. “I’m glad you could make it tonight!” As if I’d be allowed to miss your birthday party, a voice in the back of your mind mutters. 
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You respond with a smile. “Are you ready for your last pick up line?” A wave of excitement washes over you as you rock on the backs of your heels.  
“Of course. I’ve been looking forward to it all day! I can hardly wait to see what you’ve come up with.” His smile is almost blinding and you can feel your cheeks heat up. Was everyone in the Devildom this attractive? It wasn’t fair. 
“Well,” you have to get this perfect, although you aren’t entirely sure why, “I noticed you had already had some of your cake.” You knew this because Asmodeus had practically sobbed over how beautiful the cake was, and Beelzebub had almost committed murder while trying to hold himself back from devouring it. 
“I did, yes. You also had some.” That too. 
“Well, I was wondering if your lips are sweeter than the icing on this cake, because they sure look like it. Better let me taste first and confirm.” You smile widely as you stare at Lord Diavolo. You’re extremely proud of that one and while you aren’t sure why, you had been saving it for last. You wonder if Lord Diavolo also thought it was as cool as you had. Your smile starts to fade when you feel a pair of warm and soft lips pressed against yours, a sea of gasps (and someone choking-- was that Mammon or Lucifer?) echoing around you.
Oh.
Oh. 
You see your mistake now.
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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years
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Lie to Me (Jaemin x you)
Angst.. I am still learning to write angst that can really make you cry, but I can’t 
Warning : cheating is not a good thing.
Enjoy! 
When people say first love won't last long, you often question them. Why? Because apparently you see some people sticking to the end with their first love, and up to this day you believe your love story will end the same way or maybe even better. That was what you have in your mind living with two children under a comfortable roof with your first and last love, Na Jaemin. Today however, you start to question if there will be a happily ever after for you and Jaemin or at least for you. With what Jaemin have, there's no way he cannot get his happiness. Look at the amazing group of friends he worked with, look at the swooning number of fans! All of those fans out there are willing to die and kill for him. His income is flowing in regularly, he doesn't need to worry about heart breaks, it's either he broke heart, or he got broken and find another one. There are many fish in the sea and apparently this will work for Na Jaemin. It's been two years of hiding from public media and fans. Two years of holding on to the pain of not being able to tell anyone that you are dating the idol Na Jaemin. Eight seasons of sneaking Jaemin into your room or sneaking into the dorm. The members knew about you, but they are a good brother and they keep their mouth shut. Everything was worth the hustle the pain and the love, not until you got home from your tiring nine to five work and got greeted by a trending news. You take the bus ride home, wishing that Jaemin is now here beside you, holding your hand through the orange candied sky. You cannot lie that autumn looks good at some point and you actually want to be able to walk home with Jaemin while sipping on hot pumpkin spice latte. On your seat by the window, you open your phone and curiously click on the website that appears on the first Tweet you see. Right at that moment your eyes shake and your lips tremble. The loud voice of the busy road and bus engine were gone replaced by a long deafening silence. Your finger froze midway to the news and you lock your phone. There in the media, was a picture of Jaemin and a secret girl, along with screen shots of their chats and selfies. Luckily there was no bad news coming with it, the girl did not accuse Jaemin for anything bad, but the media was clearly stating "Na Jaemin, fan service king turns out to be dating a fan for three months."
Three months?! That's also how long Jaemin has been dumbly smiling to his phone at night, the time he woke up earlier than you did which confused you before, but now made sense. You try to remember all the odds he did in the past three months, you knew that style of chatting was Jaemin's and that is enough to convince you that your boyfriend might be cheating on you for three months without you realizing it. Stupid? Kind of. You got home after the long ride and with big stride you take the lift to your apartment, wishing with all your heart you have something to eat since you don't feel like going out. Right when you enter the house, the least expected man you want to see right now is already lounged over your sofa. There sprawled on your couch, is Na Jaemin in his sweet innocent sleeping face. You want to choke and strangle him with the pillow right now, but how can you when you see that fragile kid face. For a second you feel like you're the most evil person in the world, trusting rumors rather than asking your boyfriend about the truth. Looking at his sleeping baby face, you can't imagine Na Jaemin actually cheating behind you, but that's the point right? If he knew you won't slightly think or believe he is cheating, one might as well use the benefit right? Your mind is playing with "what ifs" and finally you choose to wake up the problematic person in your life right now. Jaemin squirms when you toss him a pillow to wake him up. "Hey my baby is home." He yawns and gives you that sweet smile while still having his eyes closed. He stretches and you cannot decipher if he is acting cute so you won't be mad as he explains the rumor or does this child did not know the news has spread. Your face was sour and he quickly catches on that you're not in a good mood and it's his goal to always bring back smile on your face. "What's with that evil with face?" You sigh, and sit down beside him. You hold his shoulder to face you and stare into his eyes deeply. "Please look at me," you whisper hopelessly Jaemin still has his confused face on. "Tell me what is going on Nana." Jaemin glances down to your phone, he clearly knows what you are talking about. Hell he already received a lecture from Taeil, Johnny, and Taeyong not to mention Jeno and Haechan. "You know I'm not like that right?" Jaemin swallows a lump on his throat, gosh the audacity he has to lie on your face. Your pupil trembles as they search the truth Jaemin nicely hide behind hid Idol eyes. You shake your head, "How can I trust you when I cannot read through you." "She's just a friend," Jaemin squeaks. "Is she really just a friend?" your voice cracks, Jaemin saw the news he saw the chat and oh it doesn't wonder if you think that snippet of chat is more than friendly. Jaemin cannot answer your question, he wants to fight back but he messed up. He cannot lie anymore to you, or can he? "I am sorry, I was not in my right mind." he reaches out to hold your hands, but you quickly hide them. "What do you mean by that?" your chest is raising up and down faster. Jaemin closed his eyes, "Some of them are true." Your heart shatters and you cannot think of anything else. Did he just shamelessly confess that he indeed was cheating? "You're lying!" you try to deny the fact, but Jaemin shakes his head. "I am not lying. I am sorry you had to discover it." Your eyes shot open, did he not expect you to know at all?! How belittling was that. He shifts closer to you, and you flinch "Stop Jaemin, give me some spa-" "Don't give me space, that's the least thing I want with you." His puppy eyes made a big impact here. "I know I shouldn't be here," you let out a huff Jaemin gets flustered, "What do you mean by that, I can explain we broke up already. I told her I was with you." "You deserve more," you whisper and tears finally fall down your face. "I'm scared." you stare in horror to Jaemin, this sweet angel has been lying on your face for god knows how long. Were you some kind of toy for him?! "I'm sorry. I swear I'll do things different this time, believe me..." He pleads to you. "I want to believe you, I do, but you're just going to hurt me again Jaemin," You shake your head when he pleads you with his eternal sweet angelic face. "Do you ever mean anything you say?" you ask him. Flashes of videos you see on the internet haunts you, Jaemin can easily say "I love you" to his fans and be called a fan service, but have you ever think if the one he gave to you were not a part of fan service too? Did he really mean it when he whispers "love" to your ears. Jaemin stays quiet, "I mean it," he whispers after a while. "You won't understand. Was I just another fan service thing to you? Did you see me also as one of those girls who will swoon over you when you do that?" you're hurt by the fact that this sentence was true. Look at you, not even realizing if he is cheating on you because you are blinded by his sweet nothings. "Can I hug you?" he asks slowly when you just stay quiet and out of your mind. You shake your head, "I need to go. See you Jaemin." You grab your bag and coat and rush to leave him. You need to clear your mind first, maybe a talk with the other members may help you keep your mind straight. The young boy crashes to the sofa, his eyes can no longer hold back his tears. In silence he sobs by himself, he knows he did something so wrong and it's his own fault this happens. "Am I too late?" Was all he asked when he think of the times he kept all of this a secret, it started as a harmless joke with a fan he find interesting in the fansign. Then the joke turns into small talks, to midnight calls, and to secret meetings. Jaemin did not mention he is dating you; it'll blow up your two years of hiding with him. But then one night he went over the border, teasing the fans and their chat was no longer on the side of friendship. It goes beyond and when Jaemin explains he needs to stop this thing, the girl blew up all of the secrets. Making distorted rumors here and there, You apparently was one of the victims of the media and Jaemin hates himself more with the fact that you did not even give him a chance to explain. Two hours later he got a voice message from Jeno. "Jaemin, she's here with us. (y/n) is alright, just meet her when you are ready and she is too. I think tomorrow she can see you." That was all Jeno left to him and that night Jaemin spends the night on your bed, realizing it was cold and lonely without you.
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shinsorokiri · 4 years
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UA Idol | Chapter Nine
Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
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Word Count: 1,532
Warnings: Language
A/N: This is just kind of a filler chapter, I promise that the next chapter is the beginning of ~Hell Week~ and I am having a blast writing it. I’m gonna have to use so many descriptor words, I have so many ideas for how all these performances look and II just need to write them DOWN. I hope you enjoy this chapter!! And thank you for the support to everyone who keeps reading it, you mean the world to me 🥺(Also out of curiosity should I draw Mina and Denki like I imagine them in this AU too?? Would that be a thing anyone is interested in??? Let me know!!)
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Shinsou felt someone shake his shoulder, making his eyes shoot open. He’d fallen asleep, apparently. “I’m so sorry sir, but we’re going to be landing soon, and you and your girlfriend don’t have your seatbelts on…” she explains, and he raises his eyebrow. Girlfriend? He doesn’t have a… oh my GOD your head is on his shoulder and you’re sleeping on him. And his head is on top of yours. “Uh… sorry,” he mumbles, his face turning a bright red. “It’s alright, sir, just buckle up, okay?” He nods, gently shaking you awake, but you mumble something about 5 more minutes, shifting and burying your face deeper in his neck. He feels the blush on his face flood throughout his body, and his heart speeds up.
He did NOT want to move you. He wanted to let you cuddle him and let him hold you forever, but unfortunately the plane was going to land and as much as he wanted to stay close to you, he also didn’t want you to fly out of your seat and hit your head and die. “Come on, kitten, you need to put your seatbelt on,” he says, gently shaking you again. You shake your head, a small yawn leaving your mouth until you realize just who exactly you were laying on. This causes your spine to go rigid and you sit straight up, trying to hide the ever-present embarrassment showing on your face. “Seatbelt, (Y/n/n),” Shinsou says, buckling his and pretending like he, too, wasn’t the shade of a literal tomato. You nod, quickly buckling up and looking over at him. “So, um… we slept for a long time,” you say, and he nods. “Yep. Yeah, we did. Best sleep I’ve gotten in a while,” he answers, clearing his throat and looking around at everyone else on the plane. “Me too, me too,” you respond, looking out of the plane window. That’s when the pilot comes over the loudspeaker, telling the passengers that the plane was about to land. And that’s when Shinsou gets even more anxious than he already was. That’s also when you remember what he said about plane crashes. ‘Take offs and landings are the scariest parts because that’s when things go wrong and crashes happen most often.’
Without even giving it a second thought, you reach out to hold his hand again. You give it a reassuring squeeze, and you see like maybe .5% of his anxiety go away, but hey at least it was some of it. “We’re gonna be okay, Shinsou. Don’t even worry about it, if anything happens I won’t let you get hurt,” you reassure him, and he glances at you before nodding. Of course, that’s right when the plane starts to actually descend, and you swear you can feel Shinsou’s soul leave his body and you aren’t even a part of his soul or body. Luckily, though, you land perfectly. Nothing bad happens, and you see the relief flood through him. His hand was still in yours, though. Looks like he got a little comfortable with that part, and didn’t even try to take it away until everyone began to unload. Before you could grab your bags from the overhead, he did the job for you, handing you your bag with a small smirk. “I have a five dollar fee for manual labor,” he says, and you roll your eyes. You both begin to walk off the plane, and you noticed all his anxiety seemed to have gone away now that you were back on land. And of course that meant his sarcastic ass was back. “And I have three cents to my name.”
“Looks like you’ll have to pay me back some other way.”
“And what is this other way you are mentioning?” He opens his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly a flash of blonde and pink interrupts your little moment. Just like always. “I hope you both slept well,” Denki winks, resulting in him getting a punch to the arm from Shinsou. “Ow, man, what the hell?”
“I must have slept better than I thought, that was harder than I anticipated.”
“Yeah you slept well because of your little cuddle buddy over here.” Denki gets punched again. “I cannot believe you guys slept on each other, (Y/n). It was so cute I took like eleven pictures and I bet that’s why he slept so well,” Mina whisper squeals to you, and you roll your eyes. “Mina, we slept well because we’re both genuinely exhausted from our energetic best friends who even after an eight hour flight still seem to be bouncing off the walls and causing us pain,” you respond and she laughs. “Hey you’re not the only ones who took a fat nap. Of course, I didn’t cuddle with the love of my life that I’m pretending isn’t the love of my life, but hey it was still nice.” You shoot her a small glare to which she responds to you with a wink. You sigh, glancing over at Shinsou. He was still being badgered by Denki, and he looked very unamused, but you can’t deny how attractive he looked. You were definitely developing a bit of a crush on him, not that you’d ever admit it out loud. The way you two can talk for hours and never get bored as well as… well everything else about him really is just so appealing to you. Not to mention the strange connection you feel toward him. He’s like your favorite song that you listen to every day but never seem to get tired of.
“Hellooooooo? Earth to (Y/n),” Mina starts frantically waving her hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts completely. “You okay there?” she asks, and you nod. “Yeah, I was just thinking about some song lyrics, don’t worry about it.”
“Well, I hope those song lyrics have something to do with that sign over there that says Hollywood and literally proves that we are, in fact, in Los Angeles about to start Hell Week. This is all becoming so real now,” she starts to ramble on excitedly about how y’all were really genuinely truly there in Los Angeles, about to perform in front of world famous artists all over again, and hopefully make it through to live shows where you would then go on a world tour for many months until the winner was finally revealed. You take a deep breath because quite honestly, all of this was very stressful, and as excited as you were, you were also scared. If you would happen to get through to the live shows, that means that you would probably have to drop out of the university in Tokyo that you worked ridiculously hard to be able to attend. But on the other hand, you’d finally be doing what you’ve always wanted to do.
As much as you loved going to school, actually being able to perform your songs in front of people is what you’ve always wanted to do. You just put it on the back burner because living in a society where getting a degree means getting a good job resulting in earning more money means your dreams need to wait. But there’s also that nagging fear of what if you don’t even get through? Or even worse, what if you don’t and Mina does, or if you do and Mina doesn’t. You two have been attached at the hip ever since the beginning of university, so being here with her albeit great, was also scary. And what if you both did make it. What would happen to Nyx? Could you bring her with you? And even then, would you have to quit your job? What if you made it to live shows but eventually the world decided you weren’t what they wanted, do you just go back to living a normal life like nothing ever happened? And what if-
“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” you hear Shinsou’s voice and feel a large hand grasp onto yours. You hadn’t even realized you’d zoned out, but Shinsou did. And he could tell your little zone out episode wasn’t necessarily a good one. He starts rubbing your hand with his thumb to try and help you out, calm you down a bit, and it does work. You nod your head, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I’m okay. Just thinking,” you assure him and he raises an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I promise.”
“If you need to talk about anything uh… I’m here for you, you know that right?” he says, low enough that Mina and Denki can’t hear him. You give him a small smile. “I know. And I’m here for you if you need anything too… so.”
“Can you two stop flirting? We need to get to the hotel and get ready for the hardest week of our lives!” Mina shrieks, and you both let go of each other’s hands. For now, you do your best at pushing all the fears your brain is conjuring up inside you to the very back of your mind. Who knows. Maybe this week will change your life.
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octothorpetopus · 4 years
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Across The Universe (Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss)
Hotch would have chased Emily to the ends of the earth if he had to. So he did.
A/N: I’ll be honest, this is not in any way canon compliant, and I didn’t really have a specific timeline in mind as to when this is occurring. Thanks to @agenthotchner for the idea.
Hotch wasn’t sure at what point he decided to go. He had been thinking about it for months, to the point where he had planned it out to the last detail. But then there was the matter of Jack, who he owed a trip to his aunt’s house, and that he didn’t actually know where Emily was. Every time he thought about pulling out his phone and calling her, he thought better of it, for months and months and months. And then the one time he did, he found that the number no longer belonged to her.
Then he remembered the one person he knew who could find anyone on earth if she put her mind to it, so he called her.
“Garcia?”
“Sir Hotch? It’s been a minute.” Through the phone, it was like he could hear her smile, and he smiled too.
“It’s nice to hear from you, Penelope. Listen, I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything for you. What’s up?” Hotch paused. Could he ask her to do this? Did he want to ask her to do this? And then he pictured Emily’s face, her broad, white smile, framed by pitch-black hair, her eyes that saw everything.
“I need you to find someone.” Garcia sighed.
“Hotch-“
“Please.”
“Hotch, I’ve looked for her, but she’s smart. She doesn’t want to be found.” Hotch nodded. He had expected as much.
“Thanks anyway, Garcia.”
“See you in a week for Christmas?” He chuckled.
“Yeah.”
“Hey, Hotch?”
“What’s up?”
“I love you just a little bit.”
“I know, Penelope.” He hung up and fell backwards on the sofa in his empty apartment. Oh, well. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. In the meantime, while Jack was gone, he could get through the stuff he had to do at home. And he would start with the massive pile of junk mail that had collected on the kitchen counter.
Halfway through the stack of bills and catalogs, Hotch came across an unassuming cream-colored envelope. It was nicer, heavier paper than most mail, he noticed. And then he flipped it over and saw the scrawled, loopy handwriting he had struggled to decipher on a thousand reports, that had signed a half-dozen birthday and Christmas cards that he had received from twenty different countries. It was Emily, he saw her in her writing, in his own name and address. His hands shook as he opened the envelope and unfolded the heavy white paper.
Aaron, it read,
I haven’t heard from you in a while. Which is admittedly my fault. Anyway, I know you hate to get sappy, but I miss you. I miss everyone, but it seems like every day I see something and I think, “that would make Hotch smile”. I miss your smile, Hotch. I’m just writing to say merry Christmas, I guess, to you and Jack. I won’t be back for the holidays, so I find myself having plenty of time to write this letter (and more) in between glasses of wine alone on my fire escape. Give my love to everyone, and I’ll see you when I do. Hopefully soon, if you know me as well as I think you do. Much love from Stockholm, Emily.
Hotch read the letter, and re-read it, and then re-read it again.
“Am I reading into this?” He asked himself silently. But there was no one on earth he knew better than Emily, and there was no one who knew him better than her. He got up and practically ran to his home office. He pulled out the legal pad he had been so fond of writing notes out on in his attorney days. “If I know you as well as I think that I do.” “Much love from Stockholm.” It was a message if he had ever seen one, and he had seen dozens.
Hotch had his go bag out from under the bed and packed within five minutes. He grabbed his passport from the kitchen drawer, his car keys and wallet, and was out the door in ten. There weren’t many flights to Stockholm, but he found one, and ten hours later he stepped off the plane in Sweden. And that was when he promptly realized he didn’t know how to find Emily and he didn’t speak a word of Swedish. So he called the one person who could help him, once again.
“Garcia,” she answered, yawning. “Hotch, it’s two in the morning.”
“In Stockholm, it’s eight o’clock.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Wait, Hotch, are you in Sweden right now?”
“Yes, and as a matter of fact, so is Emily. Penelope, I need you to find her. Look for a driver’s license, employment records, whatever you can to find her address.”
“Fine. Give me twenty minutes. I’ll call you back.” She called back almost exactly twenty minutes later.
“So, Emily was working as a trauma counselor for a month or so, but her records end about a month and a half ago. I did manage to get a home address, though.” Hotch listened and scrawled down the address on his legal pad.
“Thanks, Garcia. Go back to bed.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll talk to you later. Preferably when the sun’s up.”
Hotch caught a cab to the address Penelope had given him, but when he talked to the landlord, he found-
“Sorry, she left almost two months ago,” the landlord said in strongly accented English. Hotch nodded and turned to leave, but the landlord cleared his throat. “Wait. You wouldn’t happen to be, ah, Aaron Hotchner?”
“Yes, that’s me.” The landlord nodded and reached behind the building’s front desk. He pulled out an envelope, the same heavy cream-colored paper with messy blue ink across it.
“She left this for you.” Hotch took the letter and read it in the cab back to the airport.
Aaron,
I’m sorry I missed you. I don’t know if my letter got lost in the mail or if you let it get caught up in that awful stack of mail you always let pile up in your kitchen. Either way, I’ve found that it wasn’t just DC I couldn’t stay in. I can’t seem to stay anywhere for too long. But again, you know me too well, so you know what I’m doing. See you soon, Hotch. Much love from Manila, Emily.
Hotch folded the letter and slipped it into his breast pocket, right alongside the first one. So. The Philippines. Well, Hotch had saved well from early in his life, including his airline miles, and he had always wanted to travel the world. Besides, Jack was at his aunt’s for another week.
And the more Hotch thought about it, the more he realized he would do this forever if he had to. He wouldn’t leave Jack behind, of course, but if he had to keep chasing Emily through letters and airplanes, he would do it. There was a time when he would have denied that, and when he would have denied feeling anything for Emily other than friendship and perhaps a strong sense of family. But he felt that family bond with Penelope, with Dave, with Derek, with JJ, with Spencer. With Emily, there was something more. Something he hadn’t realized until too late. And then that something had taken over him, made him sick with love and the pain of not knowing how to find it. Before Emily, he hadn’t understood the term ‘lovesick’. But there was no other word to describe the feeling he felt now, that grew with every hour on the plane. He was closer now, he felt it. And he would find her.
One seventeen hour flight later, the flight touched down in the Philippines, and once again, Hotch called Penelope.
“Where are you now?” She asked without bothering to greet him.
“Manila. What time is it there?”
“Nine o’clock. A.M. You’re good. Twenty minutes?”
“Sounds good.”
Twenty minutes passed and this time, Hotch had to call Penelope.
“Garcia? What’s taking so long?”
“It seems like Emily didn’t work for whatever amount of time she was there. I’m looking into hotel records now, and... got it!”
An hour later, Hotch found Emily’s hotel, and just like Stockholm, found her gone, with another letter in her place.
Aaron,
We have to stop meeting like this. Or rather, not meeting like this. I’ve only been here for about a week, and I don’t think I’ll stay any longer. It’s fine here, a little too hot for my tastes. If you’re reading this, I’ll see you in the next spot. Much love from Athens, Emily.
“Damn it, Emily, can’t you just date your letters?” He muttered. “Back to the airport, then.” And to Greece it was. Another fifteen hour flight. Hotch’s legs were cramping and he hadn’t had a steady sleep in almost three days now. He didn’t know what time it was in Greece or in DC when he called Garcia, but she picked up anyway.
“Where?”
“Athens. Twenty minutes?”
“Twenty minutes. Love ya.”
As Hotch walked the crowded city streets of Athens, staring up at the Parthenon, he thought about how little he had seen. He never had a chance to travel the world, he realized. That was always more Emily’s speed. He loved this, seeing the world through her eyes. It was like being with her. He could almost hear her cracking jokes and reciting facts, probably in her best imitation of Reid, which wasn’t particularly good.
This time, Hotch found just what he expected. A letter. He had grown to like the letters. Not as much as he would’ve liked to find her, but he liked the way she smudged the ink as she wrote and made the lines a little too long when she crossed her Ts. He wasn’t Reid, he knew next to nothing about handwriting analysis, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know her from her writing.
Aaron,
I stayed three weeks this time. I hoped you would get here sooner. I would have loved to show you the Acropolis and the Parthenon and taken you to all the temples and museums. I highly recommend you take some time to check them out. Of course, depending on how far behind you are, maybe you don’t have time. I hope you find me, still. Please find me, Hotch. Much love from Mumbai, Emily.
“Emily, why do you have to move across the continent?” He asked it as if she could answer. The letters were something, but they weren’t her. He had to find her, the real her, not just these damn letters. And the next step on that trip was India.
“Hotch, so help me god, please tell me you’re getting closer,” Penelope said as soon as she picked up the phone.
“I think so. At least, I hope so. I’m in Mumbai. She’s only two weeks ahead of me now, so she can’t have gone far. Check hotel records.”
“On it.” This time, Hotch didn’t even bother hanging up the phone. He was content to listen to her type and him quietly to herself. “Hey, Hotch?”
“Yeah?”
“You really love Emily, huh?” He hesitated. Because he did, didn’t he? Why else would be crossing the world to find her?
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Good. I love you both and you’re perfect for each other. Find her, and see if you can’t bring her home, eh?”
“I’ll see what I can do. What do you have for me?”
“Well, I have her address where she stayed for the last two weeks.”
“So she’s still here.” Hotch let out a sigh of relief.
“Well, maybe. She checked out this morning.” Hotch got in a cab and told the driver to step on it.
“Damn it!” Hotch restrained the urge to punch a wall. She had left two hours ago, the hotel manager told him, and handed him another letter.
Aaron,
Damn it. I thought I left enough time. I hope you see me. I hope I see you before Christmas. Although I can’t blame you if you decide to give up and go back home. If you do, I’ll see you when I do. I’ll keep this letter short, and I’m not sure how many more I’ll write if you don’t catch up soon. But I hope you know I’m not trying to abandon you, and if you find me, I’ll be the happiest I’ve been in years. Also, tell Penelope thank you. I’m sure there’s no way you’ve found me without her. Much love from, well, where would I disappear to? You know me, Aaron. You know me too well.
At that moment, Hotch knew exactly where she was. Just one more twelve-hour flight away.
Hotch had always liked Paris. Emily has always liked Paris, actually, and Hotch liked Emily. The truth was that Hotch didn’t much care about where he was.
“Penelope-“
“Paris?”
“Yes, how did you-?”
“Please. I’m not a profiler, but I know Emily. Anyway, she hasn’t been here long enough for me to know where she is-“
“That’s fine. I know. I just called to tell you she says thank you. And so do I.”
“You’re my best friends. I’d do anything for you. Go get the girl, Hotch.”
“Thanks, Pen.” Hotch knew exactly where she was. She didn’t often talk about Paris, but when she did, she talked about the view she loved, when she could see the Eiffel Tower and the Seine from the same window. He bought a map from a newsstand and sat down to mark it off. A drizzling rain had begun to fall, but he hardly noticed. He didn’t have Reid’s geographical profiling skills, but he could mark off the area that could see both the river and the tower. Then all he had to do was find the apartment buildings in that area. As a matter of fact, there were only three. Only one had Emily, or rather one of her aliases, in their records.
It was late and pouring rain by the time Hotch arrived. He scanned the buzzer in the dim, foggy light of the street lamps. She would use her own name this time. She had no reason to hide. So he found the button next to the name Prentiss and relief washed over him as he pushed it. And it was at that moment that he realized he had no idea what to say. But he didn’t have time to think about it because the intercom buzzed.
“Qu'est-ce?” It was French, but it was her. Hotch had to hold in a half-gasp-half-sob. “Qu'est-ce?” She repeated.
“It’s Hotch.” There was a pause, and then-
“Hotch? Oh my god, Hotch?”
“It’s me, Em,” he replied, and he found that he was crying just a little bit. His tears mixed with the rain that had now drenched his face, and for that matter the rest of him.
“Hold on.” Something buzzed and the door unlocked. Hotch heaved his bag over his shoulder and sprinted up the stairs, disregarding the elevator entirely. He ran up ten flights of stairs and down to the end of the hall, panting and trailing water behind him. He pounded on her door, knowing he was being too loud and frankly not caring. As he began to knock again, the door swung open and his fist hit empty air, and behind that empty air there was Emily, staring up at him in slack-jawed silence. And Hotch still didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. He just kissed her. His hands were on her face, her hands were on his back, and he was steadily dripping rainwater onto the hardwood floors.
“You round me,” she said at last as she broke the kiss.
“I’m one of the best FBI profilers in history. Did you think I wouldn’t?” He asked, still cupping her face in his hands.
“Not for a second. Although I got a little worried there in Athens for a minute.”
“Please. Also, I had Garcia track your employment and hotel records.”
“Hmm. Very smart.” She stepped aside to allow him in. Her apartment was filled with boxes. She had arrived mere hours before him.
“I was so close to getting you in India.”
“I know. But I’m glad it was here.” She took his hand and tugged him through the near-empty apartment.
“Emily? Where are we going?”
“Fire escape.” She crawled through the open window and helped him through. The rain soaked her down in less than a minute, but she didn’t seem to mind. From the fire escape, the Eiffel Tower was lit up in a golden spire, and the reflection danced across the Seine. He could see why she liked it so much.
“Hotch-“
“Emily-“ They both laughed, and it came unbearably easily, as if they had never been apart.
“You go first.”
“I need to tell you something. I need to tell you why I came across the world to find you.” He turned around so that his back was facing her. He didn’t think he could do this if he had to look into her eyes. “Emily Prentiss, I love you. And I didn’t realize it until you were gone. Which, I’ll admit, was stupid of me. It was stupid of me to ever let you go.
“Yeah, it really was.”
“Hey, can you-? Thanks. Anyway, like I was saying before I was so very rudely interrupted, I found you, and I’ll find you ten more times if I have to because this is a few times in a lifetime type of love. And not being with you makes me feel sick. And I came across the world to fine you.”
“You said that.”
“Well, I’m running out of things to say, so can you just kiss me and shut me up please?” Emily put a hand on his shoulder and leaned over his shoulder. He had to crane his neck, but she kissed him.
“I love you, Aaron Hotchner,” she said between kisses.
“Oh, thank god.” He looked down at her positively drenched clothes. “You’re going to catch a cold.”
“So are you. Give me your bag, I’ll toss the stuff in the dryer, and you can hop in the shower.” Hotch stammered incoherently. “Please. I’m not proposing anything indecent. But you’ve been chasing me for almost four days. You need a shower.” Hotch shook his head, spraying water everywhere.
“In a minute. First, promise me you’ll have all your stuff unpacked by Christmas. You deserve Christmas.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Second... promise me you’ll let me stay for Christmas. So you’re not alone.” Emily’s bro’s furrowed.
“What about Jack and the others?”
“Hayley’s family would love to have Jack for Christmas, and he’ll survive without me for a few days.” Emily bit her lip.
“Or... what if I came home with you? What if I came back to DC and spent Christmas with you and Jack and the guys?” Hotch felt his eyes start to water again.
“You would do that? I thought you wanted to escape DC.”
“I do. Kind of. I wanted to escape because I thought there wasn’t anything for me there. But that was dumb. I have you. I have our friends. So I don’t know that I’ll be back right away, but I’ll come back for Christmas.”
Hotch threw his arms around Emily in an uncharacteristic burst of excitement. Then again, he couldn’t help it.
“Hey, Hotch?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. I never thought I’d have anyone who would cross the world to find me.”
“As long as you keep running, I’ll keep chasing.”
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ohshit-itsyagorl · 3 years
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Four Dipshits and a Michelle
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Part 6
Y’all I’m getting tired of linking all the chapters every time I post an update, so I’m just going to link the first part and my masterlist.
Part 1, Writing Masterlist
Read the story here on AO3
Summary: Michelle never believed in soulmates. But what happens when she turns seventeen and gets her mark? What happens when she inevitably finds the person with the matching tattoo? And what is she supposed to do with Peter Parker. Her best friend in the whole world. Her crush. Someone she feels drawn to for some inexplicable reason.
Also, I know it’s been a long time since the last update (yikes). I actually update every Sunday night on AO3 and just haven't had the time to catch up, so if I ever go a long time without updating just check there first lol. Alright, here we go...
Michelle woke to the sound of a camera clicking and soft snickering. The sun made her head hurt, eyes blinking rapidly.
“I’m sending this to the group chat,” she heard Ned say from somewhere behind her. She yawned into Peter’s chest. Oh no—this was not happening right now. She turned her head to see Ned standing in the doorway, furiously typing away on his phone, grinning like an idiot.
“Ned,” she whined, “please don’t.”
“Too late. It’s already done.”
“Damn you, Ned. It’s too early for this shit,” Michelle complained, though she kept her voice quiet so as not to wake Peter sleeping behind her.
She carefully tried to shimmy out of his grip, successfully turning around to face the edge of the bed, but when she tried to scoot out of his arms she found she couldn’t.
Peter mumbled something and pulled her closer to his chest, arms banding around her waist—going under her shirt—as he buried his nose in the hair at the base of her neck.
MJ felt her cheeks redden as Ned tried and failed to hold in his laughter, letting out a loud cackle that effectively woke Peter up and simultaneously ruined MJ’s morning.
She turned her head and watched as he blinked the sunlight out of his eyes, then looked to Ned, who pointed at MJ, who wanted to sink into the ground and die just to escape the embarrassment she felt crawling like ants under her skin.
Peter looked down at her. He stared for a second—two; then he seemed to realize what he was doing—one hand wrapped around her waist while the other disappeared under her shirt, scraping across her ribs, dangerously close to the undersides of her breasts. “Oh my—oh my god,” he cried, quickly withdrawing his hands and sitting up. The sheet pooled around his waist, and MJ shivered as her eyes dropped to his chest. To that spider tattoo over his left nipple. Peter covered his face with his hands, tight muscles rippling with the movement. MJ bit her lip.
Click.
“Goddamnit, Ned!” Michelle screeched. She grabbed a pillow, soft sheets scraping against the calluses that covered her hands from drawing, and threw it at his head with all her strength.
Ned squawked in outrage. Then seemed to remember what he was doing. “Man, Betty and Cindy are never going to let you guys live this down,” Ned muttered, looking at his phone. “So embarrassing.”
Michelle stumbled out of the bed, grabbing her phone and bag on the way to the bathroom. She flipped them both off for good measure. She slammed the door and collapsed down onto the toilet. Pulling out her phone, she opened up her text messages.
Four dipshits and a Michelle:
Ned: Check it out!
Ned’s text was followed by a photo of Peter and her. She had her face pressed against his chest, his arms were banded around her sleeping form, and his nose was buried in her hair. The sheet had been kicked down to their waists, and Michelle blushed when she realized her shirt had ridden partway up her back. It did look rather incriminating, though it really wasn’t. She scrolled down.
Betty: WHAT THE FUCK?!?
Cindy: I FUCKING KNEW IT ERIJFNCNDLW
Then there was the other image. The one of Peter’s shirtless chest, abs on full display, hands covering his face. And there she was—obviously looking lower than his face, biting her lip, large t-shirt hanging off her left shoulder, clearly showing she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She opened the other group chat with incoming messages—the one with only Betty and Cindy.
Cindy: Well, this is a morning I will never forget
Betty: The way she was looking at him in that second photo, tho
Cindy: I KNOW! MJ with horny eyes is almost scarier than MJ with angry eyes.
Betty: Someone’s got the hoTS FOR PARKER!!!
Betty: MJ, have you locked yourself in the bathroom yet?
Michelle’s fingers flew furiously across her keyboard.
MJ: Those were NOT horny eyes.
There was a split second where the bubble icon popped up. Then it disappeared. Reappeared.
Cindy: They were definitely horny eyes. Betty?
Betty: I agree. The council has convened. Michelle Jones has a crush on the nerd next door.
Betty: Also, SINCE WHEN HAS PETER BEEN RIPPED???
Cindy: Yeah, when the fuck did that happen?
MJ: He’s had abs for a while.
Cindy: You’ve seen him shirtless before?
Betty: !!!
Cindy: Girl, you are so screwed.
MJ: Stop trying to kill me. I died, like, twenty minutes ago.
Betty: But you LOOOOVE him
Michelle shut off her phone at that. One minute. She would allow one minute of embarrassment, then move on.
She leaned her head back against the wall and groaned, trying to use the cool tile to calm her racing mind. Her eyes fluttered shut, slowly counting down from sixty. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight.
The way Peter had reacted, like he was uncomfortable waking up with her. She had been uncomfortable, too, but that was because of Ned. What if Peter was uncomfortable because of her?
Forty-five.
Her skin still felt like it was on fire, mark tingling pleasantly in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She cursed quietly.
Thirty. Twenty-nine.
And maybe the unrequited love was starting to drive her crazy, but she could have sworn he had been breathing her in—he had been asleep, of course, but…
Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve.
Her whole body cried out at her to tell him, to be with him, to make him feel good—body and soul.
Seven.
But she couldn’t.
Three.
Silence. Resignation. Determination.
One. Zero.
MJ stood up and shucked off her t-shirt and Peter’s boxers, nearly tripping in the tight confines of the bathroom. And maybe she was being selfish, but she shoved the boxers into her bag along with her shirt. Peter wouldn’t miss one pair. But wearing his clothes… it just felt so right, and she decided that after this morning, she would allow herself that small satisfaction. She put her hair up into a ponytail and looked at herself in the mirror. Then, before she could think better, she reached out a finger and touched her tattoo. Hissed. It was so sensitive—so sensitive after a night spent curled up with him. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her ears, but she could also feel the pulsing rhythm of a slower heartbeat; Peter, it seemed, had calmed down more than she had.
She put her clothes on and marched out of the bathroom. “Not a word from you,” she snapped at Ned as she stalked past. Peter had already put on a shirt and shorts, thankfully. She didn’t think she would be able to keep her eyes off that spider tattoo and then Peter might start to get suspicious.
Michelle turned to look at them. “So… the park and then lunch at Delmar’s?” She asked.
“Sounds good to me,” Peter replied, running a hand through his hair. Michelle looked away quickly, lest her eyes track the movement.
Ned noticed, though. He smirked. “Shut up,” MJ quipped.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You said nothing very loudly,” MJ grumbled. Ned just grinned at her. She flipped him off.
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By late August, the heat had become pretty much unbearable, the little air-conditioning units used in the cramped New York apartments no match for the sweltering summer.
Which is why Michelle found herself reading on the fire escape with a fold-out chair, trying and failing to cool down, sweating buckets and hating mother earth.
She turned the page. A small breeze swept through the alley and caught her bookmark. She reached out blindly to catch it before it flew out of reach of the fire escape. Just as she caught it, upper body leaning over the railing, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead, she felt hands come to steady her waist.
MJ screeched and whipped around, punching her attacker straight in the face.
Spider-man stumbled backward, hand reaching up to cup his masked jaw, and cried, “What the hell was that for?” His voice was clearly being altered by mask. Another way to protect his identity, she guessed.
Michelle shook out her wrist. “You touched me.”
Spider-man’s eyes widened. He reached his hand up as if to run it through his hair, but he was wearing a mask. “I was trying to help!” He said indignantly, bringing his arm back down and crossing them both over his chest. “I thought you were going to fall.”
“I wasn’t even off balance,” MJ quipped. She reached to push some stray curls off her sweaty forehead, then eyed his suit. “Shouldn’t you be dying in that thing? It’s, like, over a hundred degrees out today.”
“Built-in cooling technology,” he said, leaning against the railing. Michelle rolled her eyes; she supposed he thought it looked cool. It did, but that was beside the point.
“Lucky you,” she snarked. “I’d kill for that on a day like today.” She motioned to her sweaty face.
“The sweat suites you, darling,” he said, white eyes shifting down her body.
Michelle’s face reddened. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting. You could be forty—and if you touch me again, I swear—”
Spider-man’s eyes widened in shock. “No—I’m not forty! I’m a boy—I mean—young man!”
Michelle raised her eyebrows. “How old are you, exactly?” She asked. She waited a moment. “If you don’t answer I’m going to assume you’re older than thirty, which is still creepy, by the way.”
“I’m not, okay?” He said. She waited. “…I’m seventeen.”
MJ furrowed her brows at that. She was seventeen. She could know him. “Okay,” she said.
“You believe me?”
“Do I have a reason not to?” She arched a brow at him, a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips.
He shook his head furiously. “All I’m trying to say is you’re still really pretty, even with all the…perspiration.”
She looked at him more closely; something about him seemed familiar, the way he talked, or the way he held himself—maybe she really did know him from school. “Thanks, I guess. You’re not too bad yourself for a teenager wearing a spandex unitard.”
His hand slipped from the railing, and he stumbled to keep his footing. MJ’s shoulders shook with repressed laughter as she watched him, forgetting for a moment how hot out it was. “It’s not spandex!”
Michelle reached out and touched his arm. He froze. She chuckled. “It sure feels like spandex.”
“Well, it’s not,” he said a bit defensively. He nodded to her book. “What are you reading?”
“A Secret History by,” she checked the cover, “Donna Tartt.”
He nodded. “Is it any good?”
She bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, I’ve actually read it before, though. I ran out of new books and I’m too lazy to go to the library so I just picked up an old one.” She shrugged.
“Maybe I’ll go get it after the superhero gig tonight,” he said. She held out the book to him. He just looked at her, then at the book. “What?”
She rolled her eyes. “I was offering for you to borrow it, dipshit.”
His eyes widened again—it was actually a little creepy how they dilated; like, how did they know when to dilate? “Really?” He squeaked, reaching out to grab the book.
She pulled her hand back. “You’re not a serial killer, are you?” She eyed him suspiciously.
“What? No, I’m a superhero,” he said, still holding his hand out. “Why is that part of the vetting process for borrowing one of your books?” He made little grabby motions with his fingers.
“I feel like being a serial killer goes hand-in-hand with ruining borrowed books,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She handed him the book. “But if you damage it, I’ll kill you—friendly neighborhood Spider-man my ass.”
“Who’s the killer now?” He joked. Then he tilted his head to the side. “Well, I’ve got to go. Duty calls!” He reached his arm out and shot a web, swinging off the balcony with the book in his other hand.
“Don’t you dare drop it!” She called after his retreating form. She shook her head, not sure why she was smiling.
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Michelle saw Spider-man again two days later. She was out reading on the fire escape again when he landed with a soft thud. She didn’t look up right away, determined to finish one last page.
He cleared his throat.
“I know you’re there,” she said.
“Oh.”
MJ let out a hum, reaching blindly for her bookmark and slipping it between the pages of her book. She looked up at him. “What do you want, Spider-pig?” She smiled to herself at her inside joke, remembering that day in biology with Peter.
He held her copy of A Secret History out to her. “I finished. It was really good—I can see why you enjoyed it.” She took the book from his hands, peering at him from her chair. His eyes narrowed at her.
“What do you want? I can tell you want something,” she deadpanned.
“What should I call you?” He hopped up onto the railing. Her eyes widened a fraction watching him. He chuckled, “I’m not going to fall. Spider-man, remember?” He mimed shooting webs out of his wrists in rapid succession.
“You can call me Michelle.”
“Really? Your friends call you Michelle?” He swung his feet back and forth, leaning back over the railing so his body hung precariously over the alleyway below to grab a piece of garbage floating in the breeze.
“No. I have a nickname, but you can call me Michelle.” She didn’t just let anybody call her M or MJ, and just because he could swing around the city on wisps of silk didn’t mean he deserved special treatment from her.
He huffed a breath. “Fair enough. You look nice today. How have you been?”
Wow, that was a lot to unpack. She looked nice? She was wearing a ratty old painting shirt that hung below her knees and her hair was up in a topknot. How had she been? Well—
She decided to ignore the first comment. “I’ve been fine. I painted today so now my back hurts, but beauty is pain, right?” She said, gesturing to her paint-stained t-shirt.
“You have paint on your face,” was his only reply. He leaned forward, reaching his hand out toward her cheek, “Here, let me.” He brushed his finger over where she assumed the paint was, but then his eyes narrowed and he ran a finger over the spot again.
“It won’t come off, Idiot. It’s dry.” She smirked at him as he withdrew his hand.
“You didn’t punch me,” he breathed.
She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess I didn’t. Don’t get too comfortable, though—I might be in a bad mood next time you try to pull shit like that.” She mimed a quick sucker punch, then blew on her fist as if to cool it off.
Spider-man laughed at her antics. “You could give most common criminals a run for their money, you know.”
She shrugged, looking down at her hands. The paint under her fingernails seemed way more interesting than it had earlier that day when she had opted not to spend twenty minutes cleaning it out. “I learned from experience. My dad—” She stopped herself before she could say anything more. That was too much information; information she hadn’t even told her best friends, that she definitely did not want to tell an almost-stranger.
She was saved by a ding coming from next to her on the chair. She picked up her phone.
Four dipshits and a Michelle:
Ned: Has anyone seen Peter? We were supposed to meet to build the millennium falcon.
MJ snorted. She quickly typed out a reply.
MJ: Nope. He probably stayed late at the stupid Stark internship.
MJ: Also, you’re both total dweebs.
She looked up to see that Spider-man wasn’t sitting on the railing anymore. She almost had a heart-attack when she heard a voice right next to her ear. “Peter… Peter Parker?”
She squawked, turning around to see him upside down in an army-crawl position on the wall behind her. “Never,” she panted, “do that again.” Then his words registered. “Wait, you really know him?”
Spider-man propped his head up on his elbows. “Yeah, I know him—from the, uh, the Stark internship—which, by the way, is not stupid.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “It’s rude to read someone else’s messages.”
“Well, I got to go,” he said suddenly. “I have somewhere I need to be.” He shot a web to the roof of the building next to hers and launched himself off the fire escape, disappearing as quickly as he’d come. Michelle looked down at the book in her lap. “Hey!” She looked up to see a red and white mask peering at her from above. “What book are you reading?!”
“The Assistant by Bernard Malamud!” She called back.
He gave her a thumbs up and disappeared again.
She waited, but he didn’t come back a second time.
Part 7
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swanky fortune - part nine | t.h.
Summary: Tom almost made you forget the downsides of spending time with a famous movie star, but then again, it wasn’t really his job to remind you of them
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Song I listened to while writing: Mad Love by Mabel
Author’s Note: helloooo I literally was procrastinating writing this chapter even tho I wrote a third of it right after I posted part eight I’m a desaster
Warnings: a lot of cursing and slightly steamy scene I guess? lol idk
Word Count: 4,3k
Masterlist
Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten 
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Tom pressed on the call button before he put his phone to his ear, patiently waiting as it rang. It was still fairly early in the morning and he was sure that you were still asleep, so he climbed back in bed after having brushed his teeth not wanting to wake you too soon.
The same couldn’t be said about his best mate, though.
“You better have a good reason for calling me this early,” Harrison groaned when he picked up the phone and Tom grinned.
“Good morning to you too, Haz. Late night?”
“Harry and Tuwaine dragged me out clubbing again and we didn’t come home until three, so yeah,” he sighed through the phone. “Don’t tell me you’re just calling me to ask me what we were up to last night.”
Tom turned in his bed and looked at the different framed photos you had on your desk. You had insisted on sleeping in Luisa’s bedroom and let him have yours the night before. It was odd to see your room without you in it, but he felt like he got to know you even more with every detail he discovered in your bedroom. It wasn’t like he was snooping around, but the way you decorated your walls or what kind of things you had on your desk really said a lot about a person.
“Uh no, I was actually calling to tell you about my own night.”
“OH!” Harrison sounded much more awake now and Tom could picture him sitting up in his bed to be fully aware.
“Definitely tell me about your night. How’s Y/N? Did she like your surprise?”
“She’s great,” Tom answered with a smile on his face and Harrison hummed. It was a brief answer and definitely not enough details, but Harrison knew his best friend to know what this meant.
“I see. Anything else you want to tell me?”
“Uh we went out for drinks and I met her friends, who were really nice by the way and uh, yeah. Oh, and we kissed.” He mentioned nonchalantly and with a grin he heard Harrison splutter.
“You did?! You div, why didn’t you lead with that? That’s so great to hear! How was it?”
Tom laid back on his back and stared at the ceiling, his cheeks pink when he thought of the kiss from last night.
“It was really good Haz. I just couldn’t help myself- she was wearing my leather jacket and her cheeks were red from all the beer we’ve had and then, ugh. There’s just something about her.”
“You really like her a lot, huh?”
“I do, yeah.”
“Does that mean you’re together now? You know, officially?”
Tom hesitated, biting on his lip.
“I don’t really know, to be honest. We haven’t really spoken about it.”
Harrison groaned and Tom winced.
“Mate, this is basically just the same that happened the last time you two kissed. You have to talk to her about this. I mean, what even are the two of you?”
Tom sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I know, Harrison. I’ll talk to her today, I swear.”
“You should. It’ll help,” Harrison promised, before he let out a loud yawn.
“Alright I’ll let you get back to sleep. I think Y/N’s up now, so I have to get up,” Tom said into his phone and pushed the blanket to the side as he sat up.
“Okay then. Let me know how that talk goes, okay?”
“I will. Thanks, Haz. Love you, mate.”
“Love you too Tommy,” Harrison said before he hung up.
Tom shut his phone off before he ran a hand over his face with a groan, stilling when he heard a knock on the door.
“Tom you up?” you asked, your voice muffled through the closed door.
He swung his legs out of the bed and opened the door with a breathless smile.
“Morning love!” he greeted you brightly and he could tell that you needed a second to avert your eyes from his naked chest, a hint of pink on your cheeks.
“Morning.”
Tom smirked and reached out to stroke over your cheek gently. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
Scoffing, you flipped him off and headed to the kitchen, with Tom trudging behind you, tugging a t shirt over his head.
“Do you want coffee or tea?” you asked as you headed over to your coffee machine to get it started, glancing at his direction when he grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet.
What the fuck was he doing feeling so comfortable in your kitchen already? Then again, he did spend god knows how long in your kitchen cooking for you. It made sense that he got familiar with all your cupboards and shelves.
“Coffee,” he replied, with a teasing grin. “I only drink English tea, darling.”
You rolled your eyes and turned the coffee machine on, turning around to reply to him, when he caged you in with his arms, placing the mugs on the counter on either side of you. The goosebumps on your neck started spreading to your arms when he swooped down to kiss you, his hands holding your cheek gently.
Though caught by surprise, you reciprocated the kiss with a soft sigh, your hands snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Tom quickly got the hint and it wasn’t long until he hoisted you up on the counter, his mouth still working yours eagerly as he licked into your mouth with his tongue, pressing his body closer against yours.
Your toes curled at all the sensations you were feeling at the same time and you felt a shudder run down your spine, before you pulled away from him, your mouths separating with a smacking sound. Turning to the side to push the mugs towards the coffee machine, you knew he was staring at you because you could feel the blush creeping up your neck.
Regaining your composure, you turned back to face him and Tom was grinning fondly at you.
Dork.
“Stop staring at me,” you demanded and he poked your nose with his finger before he moved to pour your coffee mugs, a smug grin still clearly visible on his face.
“So,” he started, handing you your coffee while preparing his own. “What’s on the agenda today?”
You pursed your lips, stirring milk and sugar into your coffee. “I was thinking of going to lunch at a lovely Italian restaurant I know and then I really hope that you brought some sunglasses because I’m going to show you around the city, because the weather is amazing.”
Tom glanced out the window with his coffee mug on his lips, humming in agreement. “Sounds like a good plan. Do you think you can show me your university?”
“Why would you want to see my university?”
“I just want to see how you spend your days and I guess I like how different it is compared to my life,” he shrugged and you eyed him in amusement before nodding, thrumming your fingertips on the counter.
“Yeah okay, why not. It’s probably not going to be that crowded either.”
You suddenly were reminded of the last time you almost got crushed by screaming fans and paparazzi and shook your head out before jumping down from the counter.
“Breakfast?”
“Breakfast.”
The two of you didn’t fumble long with breakfast, eager to spend the sunny day outside and with stomachs filled with some scrambled eggs and toast, you walked out in the warm summer air, the sun shining brightly on your naked skin.
Even though it hasn’t been 24 hours since your last (admittedly very awkward) outing, it still felt like a lot has changed between the two of you even without having to talk about it. That was why it was almost an instinct for you to reach out to lace your hand with Tom’s and the smile that resulted from that made it even better.
Your first stop was campus and taking the subway, which was slightly more crowded than you thought it would be, had Tom hide his face in the crook of your neck, with his cap backwards on his head and your hand resting lazily over his shoulder.
A few looks from passing people were shot in your direction but it was more of a disapproving of the PDA you were showcasing than a sign of recognizing a famous actor walking among them. But you couldn’t say that you cared, honestly. You were too busy giggling at his behavior, your skin warm from the sun and from his warm breath that was fanning out on your collarbone.
Campus was luckily not that busy. There was the occasional student rushing through campus but you knew from your own experience that they were far too preoccupied with their own thoughts and worries to notice their surroundings.
“So the library is over there and the cafeteria is in the building next to it,” you told Tom, walking backwards so you could look at him while you talked.
“I mostly spend my time in the library to do research or to study, like basically every other student and yeah. Lecture halls are over there and this is our beautiful campus,” you concluded with a dramatic flourish of your arms.
“Have you ever thought about a career in tour guiding?”
Tom was wearing a teasing smile and you tsked when you fell back into step with him. “You think you’re really funny, don’t you?”
“I do actually, yeah. Didn’t you know that my dad is a comedian?”
Lunch was equally amazing. For the first time since you’ve known Tom, he was taking advantage of his stardom and asked for a private little corner table at the restaurant, which the staff were happy to give to you.
“Oh my god I’m so full,” Tom groaned, looking down at his half-eaten pizza. You shrugged with your shoulders, putting your napkin down on your empty plate.
“I told you not to order a whole pizza. Their whole concept is huge pizzas, what made you think you’re any different from the rest of their customers?” you chastised him and his eyes darkened, the crease between his eyes deepening.
“I always finish my food, how was I supposed to know that their pizzas are huge?”
“Because I told you and so did the waitress, Tom.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled and flagged down the waitress to wrap up the pizza to take home. You and the waitress exchanged knowing looks when she picked up your plates, with Tom narrowing his eyes at you while he put his wallet on the table.
“Nuh-uh!” you protested and snatched his wallet off the table before he had time to react. “You’re not paying for lunch.”
Tom whined, holding his hand out to demand his wallet back from you. “Y/N! Give me back my wallet!” You shook your head and dropped his wallet into your purse, smiling at the waitress when she handed you the bill.
“Just let me pay for god’s sake, Tom and stop whining about it.”
“Thank you and have a nice day!” the waitress said when you paid the bill, clearing the rest of the table while you and Tom bid your good byes, leaving the restaurant.
“That was so rude of you,” he told you and you frowned, glancing at him.
“Why was that rude? 20% tip was more than enough.”
He rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer as you walked on the sidewalk with no particular destination in mind.
“I was talking about you taking my wallet when I was offering to pay for lunch, dummy.”
Pleased, you shrugged with your shoulders and glanced up at him with a smile. “Just because you’re loaded doesn’t mean I’m going to let you pay for everything, we’re in the 21st century.”
You could see him smirk out of the corner of your eye and smiled to yourself, leaning your head on his arm. The rest of the day was spent with showing Tom around the city you’ve grown to love since you’ve moved here for university. It wasn’t the biggest city, but it had some beautiful spots and was definitely charming. The good weather made a lot of people spend their days in the park or getting ice cream, but nevertheless you two managed to keep yourselves on the down-low.
After stopping at food truck for a quick dinner, you made your way back to your apartment. It wasn’t that late yet, but all the walking and the sun constantly shining down on your made you weary and tired.
“How was that petty of me?”
“I literally saw you grinning so hard when the old man told that woman off for standing directly in front of the subway door when it opened.”
Laughing, you pushed open the door of your apartment building, looking back at him, your eyes crinkling. “I hate it when people do that, so the woman had that coming.”
“That is literally the definition of petty, love.”
Heading up the stairs, you two continued squabbling and it felt good to be so carefree and light, especially because Tom made you feel like you were the only person left on the world. Throughout the day he had kept all his attention on you. You were pretty sure that he never even glanced at his phone for more than the five seconds he needed to take a picture. You wished for every day to be like this one.
But unfortunately, it couldn’t be.
And you were reminded of that fact in form of a well-dressed man standing in front of your apartment door, the sound of your laughter pulling his attention away from his phone to the two of you. Puzzled, you looked at him and Tom stopped in his tracks when he came up the stairs behind you.
“Jeff, what are you doing here?”
Jeff, you’ve heard that name before.
“You weren’t picking up your phone.”
“Yeah, because I’m not working right now,” Tom ground out and it dawned on you. Jeff, his agent. The same agent who he had an argument with before you left Los Angeles.
The man who was standing front of your door because Tom wasn’t answering his phone.
“Doesn’t mean you can ignore my calls Tom.”
Both men seemed annoyed and you eyed them carefully, pulling the key out of your purse. “Uhm, do you maybe want to come inside? I don’t think you want to talk about this where my neighbors could hear you, do you?”
“No, it’s fine, Y/N-“
“That would be perfect, thank you.” Jeff interrupted Tom and you pressed your lips together before unlocking the door, letting the two men step inside before closing the door.
“Uh, you can go into the living room,” you offered awkwardly and Jeff nodded curtly, waltzing through the doorway like he owned it.
Tom furrowed his brows when he looked at you, reaching out to squeeze your arm gently. “I am really sorry about this Y/N, I didn’t know that he was going to come here, honestly I don’t even know how he knew that I was here in the first place. But he’ll leave shortly, okay?”
You gave him a tight smile and nodded, following him to the living room where Jeff was sitting at the living room.
“Alright Jeff, get it out with,” Tom sighed, motioning for you to sit before he sat down next to you.
Jeff raised an eyebrow at you. “You think it’s appropriate for her to stay for the conversation?”
Wow.
“I can leave,” you said, standing up but Tom grabbed your hand, looking at you with pleading eyes, so you sat back down, folding your hands on the table.
“Her name is Y/N. And I’m not letting you scare her off in her own home,” he told his manager and Jeff leaned back in his chair, shrugging.
“Fine with me. I think Y/N is distracting you from your work and it’s not good.”
You blanched at his words and even though Jeff didn’t seem to like having you here for the conversation, it was certainly looking he was taking advantage of your presence.
“How is she distracting me when I’m not even working right now?” Tom asked, taking the cap off his head and tossing it on the table. There was an edge to his voice and you already knew at this point that this conversation was not going to be pleasant.
“You know that you’re always working, Tom. Right now you should be promoting Far From Home and urging your fans to be going to the theater to watch the film instead of strolling around the city,” Jeff spoke sharply, sending an icy look in your direction.
Holding your gaze as he stared you down, you didn’t even blink until he averted his eyes back to Tom. It wasn’t hard to tell that Jeff wasn’t overly fond of you.
“I did everything SONY has told me to do and more. You know I like staying close to my friends, have you even seen my Instagram posts?”
Jeff scoffed and opened the folder he was keeping under his arm. “I mean more like interviews and photoshoots with magazines. Do you even know how many people want you on their cover? This is your prime and you should take advantage of that.” He pointed at different high fashion brand names that were listed in his folder, seeming excited, but Tom only pinched the bridge of his nose.
“We already talked about this,” he groaned in annoyance. “Why do you keep bringing this up when you know that it’s my decision to make and that I don’t want to do it?”
Snapping the folder shut again, Jeff’s jaw ticked when he lifted his gaze to look at Tom before glancing at you. “You working another promotional method then?”
You felt uneasy, not liking the direction the conversation was taking.
“I am not sure if it’s working, though.”
“What are you talking about?” Tom asked, confusion written across his face.  
Jeff pointed at you. “I think fans like Zendaya better than Y/N so maybe you should get back to your colleague.”
“Excuse me?” You were appalled at the accusation and your cheeks tinted red, embarrassed, while Tom sported a similar redness to his face, though he wasn’t exactly flustered.
“Are you fucking serious right now Jeff?”
Even though you knew that Tom’s anger wasn’t directed at you, you still flinched his tone, but he quickly reached out to take your hand in his to calm you, and probably also yourself down, while his eyes were trained on his agent.
“Not only did you come here unannounced but now you’re also insulting Y/N, Zendaya and me at the same time? Even though she was so nice to invite you into her home instead of turning you away like she should have?”
“Tom-“ Jeff started, but Tom shook his head, cutting him off.
“No, Jeff, now it’s time for you to listen. You know how thankful I am for everything you’ve done for me but I am an adult and I can make my own decisions. And just because I owe a lot to you doesn’t mean you can go around acting like I’m working for you when it’s actually the other way around. The only reason why I’m not firing you right this second is that my mum actually went through a lot to hire you as my agent, so we’ll talk about this after my break,” Tom finished, standing up so quickly the chair almost toppled over hadn’t you grabbed it just in time.
Jeff was staring at Tom with wide eyes and even though he was quivering a bit, he got up as well, leaving without another word while Tom held the door open for him. Too bad Jeff didn’t take the tension with him when he left, because you didn’t dare to say a word when Tom returned to the living room, looking exhausted and tired.
“I’ll just head to bed if you don’t mind,” he said timidly and you nodded quickly.
“Yeah, of course, uh, you can go ahead and use the bathroom first.”
Tom gave you a small smile and trudged into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you went to get changed. As you pulled your pajamas over your head, you heard the bathroom door open followed by footsteps, before another door shut close faintly. You peeked into the dark hallway and you could see a strip of light coming out below the door of your bedroom, before it flickered out.
Your heart was heavy at the sight, and after a quick visit to the bathroom, you climbed into Luisa’s bed, still shaken up about what just happened. Admittedly, Jeff was out of line coming at Tom and you like this, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were really distracting Tom from his work, because that was the least thing you wanted to do. You tried to fall asleep, but your mind kept wandering back to Jeff and all the thing’s he’s said.
Minutes, maybe even hours passed.
Tossing around in the bed, unable to sleep, you glanced at the clock, sighing at the time it was showing. The blankets pushed back and legs swung of bed, you got up. Maybe a glass of milk would help.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen with the light from your phone guiding you, you poured yourself a glass of milk before drinking it quickly, sighing with the empty glass in your hand. Putting the milk back into the fridge, you returned to Luisa’s bedroom when you heard a clatter from within your own bedroom.
With narrowed eyebrows, you stopped in front of the door and knocked lightly, waiting for a few seconds before Tom opened the door for you.
He looked tired and his hair was messy, but he didn’t look like you had just pulled him out of a good night’s sleep.
“You okay?”
Tom nodded and ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “Yeah, I just can’t sleep. Sorry if I woke you.”
You could tell that he was still aggravated and it didn’t take mind reading for you to know that it was about Jeff.
“You didn’t wake me. Can’t sleep either,” you told him and gave him a small smile, before rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet.
“Uhm, I’ll let you get back to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”
You gave him a small wave and walked back to your bedroom.
“Y/N, wait,” Tom called out and you turned to him. “Do you, uh- Would you maybe like to sleep with me?”
He cringed, his cheeks pinking.
“I mean, in your bed. Share, I mean.”
Smiling dumbly, you nodded a yes and brushed past him into your bedroom, while he closed the door behind you. You quickly climbed into the bed and under the covers, leaving plenty of space on the other side of the bed for Tom.
Laying pin-straight on the mattress, a far cry from the usual starfish you usually did, and you let out a breath when he slipped beneath the blankets on the other side of the bed. A couple of minutes passed while you stared at the ceiling and you weren’t sure if Tom had already fallen asleep, but you inched your hand in his direction anyway.
It slowly crept across the mattress until your fingers grazed his hand and you stilled, holding your breath. You finally exhaled when he intertwined his fingers with yours and a smile spread on your face, before you rolled over to your side, just to see him mere inches away from your nose.
“Hi,” you whispered and he smiled at you, reaching out to stroke the hair out of your face.
“Hi,” he mumbled back, staring at you with soft eyes before he spoke up again.
“I am sorry about Jeff. He was out of line and he never should have come here. I’ll deal with him as soon as I get back to work, I promise.”
Frowning, you squeezed his hand tightly.
“You don’t have to apologize on his behalf, Tom.”
The crinkles in his forehead were deep and it was clear to you that he might be even more upset about his agent’s behavior towards you than you were.
“Yes I do, he’s my agent and if it weren’t for me, he never would have been so rude to you.” He said quietly and scooted closer to him, leaning your forehead against his.
“Jeff is his own person and he makes his own decisions, just like you are your own person, remember? He made his decision to be rude so it’s him who should apologize to me, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong, you have to understand that,” you told him and he smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your nose.
His voice was quiet, but still gentle when he said: “Thank you Y/N.”
“’course,” you whispered, snuggling closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, as the two of you slowly fell into a deep slumber in each other’s arms.
There was a certain weight around your shoulders when you woke up slowly, your nose pressed against something warm. Your eyes fluttered open when you realized your face was smushed into Tom’s chest and with a dopey smile, you closed your eyes again. You weren’t sure what it was that woke you, when a phone pinged again and then again and again. It sounded like it was coming from both sides of the room.
“Tom it’s your phone,” you grumbled and he groaned, rolling over to check his phone while you checked yours.
It was a bunch of messages from all of your friends and a few from the twins and Harrison, and what seemed like a thousand of new instagram followers, and as you opened Luisa’s text, you heard Tom mutter a quiet:
“Oh fuck.”
Luisa: GIRL YOU’RE IN THE TABLOIDS????
Luisa: [picture attached] MASKS OFF! Tom Holland swings out of London to meet his real-life Mary Jane and it’s not Zendaya! Swipe up to read more!
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Hello! What have we got here? A best friend!H. Does it have smut? Yes ma’am. Have I ever written smut before? Absolutely not. Do I want to run and hide in the darkest deepest part of the earth after writing this? YES. 
Bless @waitingfortwilight (+for proofreading it!) and @all-things-fic because they’re most likely sick of hearing me talking about this in our group chat for the past few weeks, but hey it’s done now ;) also to @harrysdimplles for being excited with me!
Hope you like it and tell me what you think! xx
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It was around six thirty in the morning when Harry woke up. He is one of the ten percent of the global population who are morning larks. He absolutely loves waking up early in the morning and almost never stays in bed past eight.
Meanwhile, you are the complete opposite. You are truly, definitely, utterly, completely, absolutely not a morning person. You hate waking up in the morning. You always set your alarm ten minutes before the actual time you need to get up so that you’ve got time to be pissed in bed because you have to wake up. Poor Harry made the mistake of waking you up early in the morning, thinking you’d join him for a morning run a week after both of you had settled into your new shared flat, and boy did he regret that decision. You’d given him a right bollocking, and sulked around like a stroppy child for the rest of the day.
You were never a morning person, so that was why Harry was confused when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen as he walked through to make himself a cup of coffee. He was looking down, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he entered the kitchen, so he didn’t realise the tall figure stirring coffee in the mug next to him wasn’t you.
“Morning mate,” greeted the man before he took a sip of his coffee.
Harry mumbled in response before it was cut with a yawn. “Mor- whoa,” he raised his palm to make a stop sign, and continued after he finished yawning. “You don’t live here.”
“Uh,” awkward silence filled the kitchen. “I don’t.”
“What are you doing here?” He knew it was a stupid question, but that somehow didn’t stop him from asking.
“Er, uh,” the guy looked down at his mug for a second before he answered. “Visiting.”
“Visiting what? My roommate’s uterus?”
The guy took a big gulp of his coffee and sat the mug down in the sink. “Uh, I’ll get going. Nice seeing you again, Harry.”
“Alright, bye bye now,” Harry said as the other guy disappeared from the kitchen, before muttering, “what a nonce,” under his breath.
Harry wasn’t usually mean. He was all about treating people with kindness, but apparently the motto didn’t apply to his roommate’s exes. It had nearly been a month since you broke up with Jamie.
Boy, was he fit. He’s still fit. He’s so fit. Legit ten out of ten. Was that the reason you keep getting back together even though you knew for sure that the relationship was toxic? Probably. But hey, you were a young woman in your early twenties; as young as a spring chicken, still naïve—and shallow, apparently—so nobody can blame you.
Jamie was your first serious boyfriend, because no—we are not going to count that nerdy bloke with glasses who used to do your maths homework in year 6. You were together on and off for four years, but you decided that enough was enough. It was your decision to end things in the first place, but that didn’t mean that you were okay with it. You did it because you knew it was the right thing to do—but deep down you knew you didn’t want it to end. Because controlling and guilt-inducing aside, Jamie was a nice bloke. He’s got a great sense of humour (unlike your darling roommate whose jokes tend to give you physical pain), and good Lord those lips always seem to know what you want to hear every single time. He’s romantic; such a good cook, and goodness gracious glory you, those abs. That face. Those green eyes that twinkle every time he talks about something that he is passionate about. He was a dream. But again, you knew ending it was the right thing to do.
You’d barely left your flat during the first week after your break up. You were so miserable, and Harry tried everything he could to cheer you up, but he didn’t have a lot of experience in helping girls get through a break up. All he knew about break ups was the fact that there were three phases (thank you Chandler) - phase one: sweatpants, phase two: getting drunk and going to a strip club, and phase three: picturing themselves with other people. He did offer to accompany you to a strip club incase you wanted to, but you threw one of the pillows on the couch at him for suggesting such a thing. So he just let you be. He threw away your healthy—re: shit—ice cream and swapped it with Ben and Jerry’s because he knew that you like to eat ice cream whilst watching Sleepless In Seattle or You’ve Got Mail, or basically any rom-coms that you decided to watch that night. He did the washing up for seven days in a row without moaning, and he even did some of your laundry too. He didn’t press you to talk it out, but he made sure that you knew that he was there for you.
You were so much better during the second week. In fact, you were too much better. Harry was surprised that it only took you a week to get over a four year relationship, but he was pleased to have his happy, bubbly roommate back. He was a little suspicious, but he brushed it off. He thought maybe you didn’t really love Jamie and that was why you were quick to get back on your feet. Or maybe you just had the emotional equivalent of a scavenging sewer rat. He’d never know.
Third week? You were back to square one.
“Well, well, well, look who’s up,” Harry greeted you as you appeared in the kitchen whilst he was beating the eggs and watching Gordon Ramsay as he did the same thing on his iPad. “Morning, love. Late night, eh? Y/N and Jamie sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G~”
“Morning,” you answered plainly. It was way too early for you to be arsed about his teasing remarks.
“So,” He paused as he added some crème fraiche into the pan. “Are you gonna tell me what happened last night? How that happened? You two getting back together?”
You sighed as you made your way to the counter where your nespresso machine sat. You put a capsule into the machine and turned it on because you needed some caffeine in your system before you could talk about it. Although you had a feeling by looking at Harry’s smirk that you were going to need a much stronger drink.
“Nah,” you replied and let out a yawn before you continued. “Was just a booty call.”
“A booty call?” Harry looked up from the pan at you. “Are you cool enough?”
“I am cool. The coolest I’ve ever been. In fact, I’m so cool that I’m gonna text him again for another booty call tonight. And maybe this time we can go out and have a booty breakfast.”
“You, my friend, are the furthest thing from cool. As the President of the casual sex society, local chapter—I call bull on your booty.”
“What?” You frowned. “It’s just a booty call.”
“Not with you it isn’t. You think that booty breakfast will maybe lead to a booty dinner, then maybe booty engaged and booty married, and have a couple booty kids and a booty retirement home, and then booty die together.”
“That isn’t true!” You protested.
“Yes it is! You know it is.” He went on. “You two keep going on and off you’re like Rihanna and Chris Brown, minus the punching and the duet.” Harry insisted as he put the eggs on two plates for both of you. “You were already doing so good last week, don’t go back there again.”
“Well, girls gotta eat!” you grumbled like a three year old whose candy had just been taken away, and Harry let out a chuckle.
“Go eat!” he stressed. “But don’t eat at the same restaurant.”
You huffed. “I don’t do one night stands.”
“So don’t stand. Lay down.” He grinned as he caught the cherry tomato that you threw at him in response. “Seriously, love, you need to get over him. He was a bellend.”
“You’re a bellend.”
“Oi! I was just trying to help!” this time he scrunched up a kitchen towel and threw it your way. “Listen, we’re going out tonight, yeah? S’gonna be fun.”
“I don’t feel like going out.”
“Alright, then. But remember, you can’t call Jamie again. I know it’s really not my business but you’re my best friend and I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“I won’t.” You reassured him.
Harry reached out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
“Oh my God, what are you? Five?” You took a sip of your coffee before you gave in and reached out yours. “Fine, promise. Happy now?”
***
“Harry!”
He sighed at hearing his name being yelled again for the third time. You had been quite short with him somehow even though he did nothing wrong. You weren’t usually like that and he knew it was just because you were upset, so he gave you a dick pass.
“What?” Harry asked you as he stood up from the couch to find you. “What did I do now?”
“I just changed the toilet roll three days ago and it’s already gone! How dirty is your arse?!” You grumbled.
Harry looked at you in disbelief. “For fucks sake woman it’s three quid for nine bleeding rolls!”
“Aye! Sorry didn’t know we’re a Tory household now, splashing money around like we won the lottery.”
He raked his hand through his hair. “Alright that’s it. Let’s get you out of the house. You’re mean at home.”
“Hey!” You swat his arm in response to his remark. Then he ended up showing off the arm that you hit playfully and pointed at it to prove his point.
“See?! Come on, let’s go get changed. Spit spot. Move along now. You can go and get ready now voluntarily or I’ll just drag you out by force in your two days old pyjamas. The choice is yours.” He shrugged and opened his palms.
You huffed but you did what he told you to do anyway, because maybe he was right—you needed the change of scenery. You wanted to just get back in bed since it was Saturday and took a three hour nap, but you knew that pest of a roommate of yours wouldn’t let you, and you knew that what he said wasn’t an empty threat. So, you went to take a quick shower and get ready.
“Seriously, where are we going?” You asked Harry as you waited for him to start his orange Vespa scooter.
“Ah ah ah,” Harry shook his head. “What did I say before? No questions, just put your helmet on.”
“Are you gonna kidnap me?”
“We live together!”
“Yeah, but who knows? Maybe you’re after my kidney.”
“Oh my God woman just shush, put your helmet on and hop on so we can get going, yeah? S’gonna be fun, promise. No kidney stealing or some other dodgy stuff.”
You couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle for the first time in a while, and Harry grinned. “See? You’re better outside.”
After putting the helmet on, you hopped onto the scooter and you held his waist. But then you felt his hands reaching for your arms to wrap it around his tummy and rest it on his belly button, making you sit closer to him. Your front was nearly glued to his back, which you were sure they would be in a second when you hit the road because the slightest bump would shift you forward.
You weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t sure why you were feeling a little flustered being that close to Harry. For a second you thought maybe it was just because you had broken up recently and your emotions were out of whack. That wasn’t the closest you’d ever been with Harry. You were both—still are—massive cuddlers, so it wasn’t rare for you two to sit on the couch cuddling as you watched whatever it was on the telly. You tried to brush it off. Besides, Harry was fit—still is and forever will be—so you told yourself it’s normal and that you don’t need to fret about it.
After a million bumps and sudden brakes, you both arrived in Camden. You thought Harry was going to take you to the market, but he surprised you by stopping the scooter in front of a grey building.
“Alright, get down and wait for me here, I’ll be back in a tick, just gonna park there.” He said, and you hopped down immediately, handing him your helmet afterwards.
He was back with you shortly with a huge grin plastered across his face. “Ready t’av some fun?”
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Is it one of those escape room thing? Oh my God Harry, we are both dumb—we’ll never get out!”
Harry protested. “Hey!”
You burst into laughter when you saw the look on his face. Neither of you had ever been to an escape room before, so you didn’t know what to expect. But you couldn’t deny that you were quite excited, although never in a million years would you admit that to Harry’s face.
It turned out that you were required to book the room beforehand, and obviously you hadn’t since it was pretty spontaneous. Fortunately, there was one room left available right away.
“We only have the Zen Room available for now, would that be alright with you?” The receptionist kindly offered you.
“Oh, what is it about?” Harry asked her.
“Basically your mission is to help an orphaned Japanese girl retrieve her priceless family heirlooms. Are you familiar with Asian culture? Also it’s not a requirement but if you can speak Japanese that would make it so much easier.” She explained.
“Well, I know a bit about the culture, yeah,” Harry nodded.
You lifted your eyebrow as you looked at him. “What do you know?”
“Well, I went to BLACKPINK concert once.” He gave a lopsided grin and the receptionist had a little chuckle.
“Oh my God.” You facepalmed. “We’re never getting out aren’t we?”
Harry insisted that it was going to be just fine and that it was going to be fun so you agreed to do it. The receptionist gave you a quick briefing before walking you to the end of the hall where the Zen Room was.
“There’s a screen inside and I will give you clues from time to time. Have fun!” she said as she opened the door for both of you. You thanked her and as soon as the door was closed, the light turned on and you scanned the room around you.
The room wasn’t big, but there was something like a sliding door that you were sure that would open at some point and there’s got to be another room behind that.
“Oh bollocks! Everything is in Japanese, I can’t read anything.” You grumbled as you began looking around for clues.
Harry mumbled nonchalantly. “I can speak Japanese.”
“What?! I didn’t know that.” You replied. Feeling a little relieved and for the first time you thought maybe you two were going to nail it.
He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. “You never asked.”
“Alright, say something.” You requested, curious about what would he sound like speaking in foreign language. He was shit in French but you thought maybe he was good in Japanese?
“Uh, konnichiwa. Arigatou gozaimasu.”
You shook your head. “No, not just hi and thank you. Say a proper sentence.”
“I can’t. That’s the only words I know.”
“THAT’S IT?!” you hollered.
“Hey, it’s still Japanese!” he argued.
“Two words don’t count!”
“Knowledge is a knowledge no matter how small!” he insisted.
You could go on but you realised that you had a more important task. You wanted to solve the mystery before the time ran out because they gave free ice cream if you manage to get out in under an hour, and you were willing to fight for free ice cream, so you told Harry to find as much clues as he could in one part of the room whilst you searched the other part.
Harry jumped up in surprise and tumbled when the telly suddenly turned on and the receptionist’s face appeared on the screen. You cackled, and the receptionist failed to stifle her snigger. “Sorry, are you alright?” she asked.
“Well, physically I’m fine.” He replied. “Emotionally, I’m bruised.”
You howled at his response and the fact that he was looking down at the floor in embarrassment made it even harder for you to control your laughter. The girl gave you the first clue and told you to try to open the wooden box in the corner of the room. You tried to move things around before you heard Harry squeal when he found a bunch of keys.
“Hey, look at what I found!” he beamed proudly.
“What?” You asked curiously. “What is it?”
He showed you the keys that he found and shook it to make a rattling noise. “Keys!”
“Aaah! Open it! Open it!”
He struggled to get the key into the keyhole. He had tried five different keys and none of them seemed to work. “It doesn’t fit!” He grumbled, but then giggled not even two seconds afterwards. “Hehehe.”
You looked at him in confusion. “Why are you laughing?”
“If I got a penny for every time I said that.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think any of those keys will work. That’s too easy. There’s got to be something else.”
It was safe to say that you both sucked at it. You had been in the room for twenty minutes and so far both of you had only found two little coins, a silk hand fan and a bunch of useless keys. You had tried to open every drawer and looked at underneath the tables but you found nothing. But then the sliding door suddenly opened and both of you looked at each other in horror.
“Did- what- how?!” you gasped.
“I’ve got no idea! Do you think this room is haunted?” he deadpanned. He knew you were a wimp and he found pleasure from the look of your face.
You scolded him. “HARRY!”
He giggled and walked behind you into the other room. Actually, he knew why the door opened—because he opened it. He was moving some paintings around and as soon as he moved that painting of a fish on the wall, the door opened, but there was no way on earth he would tell you that. And being the pest that he was, he made some creepy, breathy sound of your name to wind you up, making you shudder in fear.
“Harry I swear to God if you don’t stop, the first thing I’m going to do the second we get out of here is to kill you.” You threatened him, and he howled in response.
There was a giant sudoku on the wall, a table with some antiques on top of it and an empty aquarium. Great. You were shit at sudoku and you were sure that Harry was even worse.
“Oooh! Sudoku!” Harry clapped his hands excitedly.
You glanced at him. “Do you know how to play it?”
“Of course! I’m really good at it. I’m the best. I’m the king of sudoku!”
“Have you ever played it?”
He shook his head. “Not once in my whole life.”
“Oh God, we’re never getting out.”
“Come on, let’s just put those numbers in the slot.” He suggested as he began to take the wooden numbers out of the box.
“That’s not how it goes.” You folded your arms and Harry tilted his head at you, his forehead furrowed.
“That’s literally how it goes!”
“I mean,” you licked your lips for a second out of habit before you went on. “There’s got to be some rules. We can’t just put random num- ah! I remember we can’t put the same numbers in one region!”
“You’ll find me in the region of the summer stars~”
You smacked your forehead with your palm when he started to sing. After knowing him for a year and a half and lived together for about seven months, you knew that he sings 24/7. Most of the times it’s nice because you couldn’t deny that he’s got beautiful voice, but sometimes it makes you want to tape his mouth shut.
“Shut your trap and just put it in!”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He smirked at you as he put a nine and another nine but upside down next to each other in the slots.
You rolled your eyes. “That’s upside down you absolute spoon.”
You ended up doing the sudoku alone because Harry was shit at it. You weren’t much better, but you were better nonetheless. He decided to go and look for other clues. When you were done with the sudoku—re: gave up—you frowned when you looked around and couldn’t find Harry. You walked to the other room and you finally found the bloke sat on the floor in the corner of the room eating a Twix.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“I need to gain strength. You want a bite?” He replied as he took another bite of the chocolate bars. Yes, he always took a bite of both of them at once because he didn’t want one of the chocolates to get lonely in his tummy.
You chuckled. “Mate we’re shit at this we haven’t even done much.”
“But still fun, right? You’re having fun?” His eyebrows waggled as he licked his fingers after the last bite of the chocolate.
“I am. But I give up.”
He cackled. “We can still get ice cream after this if y’want? Screw free ice cream.”
“You’re buying?” You grinned at him, and he nodded.
“You know what? I’ve got a better idea. We’ll go to Shake Shack after this for some burgers and frozen custard cause daddy don’t skimp.”
“Great!” you cheered. “Am starving.”
“I swear you’re either starving, freezing or fuming.”
“I want to deny but you’re right.”
“What? Say tha’ again, can’t hear ya,” he teased.
You just sat together until the time ran out and the door opened, accepting the fact that you were just shit at it but hey at least you tried. After that, Harry fulfilled his promise of buying you a burger and frozen custard.
“Oh the cow in the meadow goes moo~” Harry started to sing again as soon as you sat down at the table with your food.
“……”
“Oh the cow in the meadow goes moo~”
“……”
“Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up and that’s how we get hamburgers~”
***
“Y’alright ya wee cunt?” You greeted Harry, who had some random bird’s mouth attached to his neck. You were sure it would leave a mark or two. “How you been deein’?”
Harry pulled his neck away from the bird as soon as he heard you. “For God’s sake mate how much you’ve been drinking?!”
“Eh,” you shrugged. “Just a couple.”
“A couple my arse! C’mon let’s get you home, yeah?”
“What about your b- wait Harry, your bird’s gone!”
“S’alright. Not important. Let’s just get you home before you start calling people cunts again.”
“Hey! I don’t call people that.”
“You literally just called me that!”
“Well yeah that’s my pet name for you but I don’t call other people that.”
“What kind of pet name is that?!” Harry said as he held your hand and began walking towards the door. But just a couple steps away from the door, Rolling in the Deep came on and Harry gasped. “Oh fuck!”
“Wanna stay for this one song?” You smirked at him and you knew he wouldn’t say no.
***
The next morning you woke up feeling like you had just been hit by a truck. Your head was in bits and the rain outside sounded more like gunfire to you. You didn’t remember much from the night before and you surely didn’t know how you got home since you weren’t sure how pissed Harry was last night, but the fact that you woke up alone in your own bed made you sigh in relief.
“Morning, love. Coffee?” Harry greeted as he spotted you in the kitchen.
“Ssshh, why are you yelling?” You grumbled as you covered both of your ears with your hands.
Harry chuckled lightly and whispered. “I’m not? But alright. How are you feeling?”
“My head’s in bits. How much did I drink last night?”
“Well, the club’s gone because you drank it.” He teased. “Also you called me a cunt three times so you obviously had tequila.”
“Did I try to call him?”
“Yes. And you ran to the loo when I tried to take your phone away.”
“Did you manage to take it?”
“That I didn’t because I didn’t want people to think I was snooping in a ladies toilet. They’d kick me out.”
“Oh fuck! I called him didn’t I?”
“Nah, you didn’t. After you came in, I peeked inside and shouted so everyone could hear that you were about to call your ex. There were a couple girls inside and they talked you out of it.”
You couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle, and you wished you’d remembered it because that sounded funny. “What would I do without you, H.”
“Hey, s’nothing. What do you want to do today?” He asked you as he poured some muesli into the bowls.
“Sleep.”
And that was what you did for most of the day. After you had breakfast you took a nap and woke up around two in the afternoon. It was raining cats and dogs outside so you settled on the couch watching Friends because you spent the last few weeks watching rom-coms and if you watched another rom-com you swore you would lose your shit. You were snuggling up to Harry’s side, his left arm wrapped around you as you laughed at Joey and Rachel bickering. There were some slices of pizza left on the coffee table because none of you could be arsed to cook, along with two cans of coke.
“Do you want to finish that?” You asked Harry, tilting your head to the box of pizza.
Harry yawned before he answered. “I’m full.”
“Alright, I’ll clean that up.” You said as you rose from the couch.
“I’ll help.” Harry immediately picked up the box and you put the drinks on top of the box before you bent over to wipe the coffee table. “Watch out!” Harry warned you, but it was too late. Your back bumped the box of pizza, making the remaining coke spill all over his Rolling Stones shirt.
“Oh God, I’m sorry!” You panicked because you knew that was his favourite t-shirt. You grabbed a couple tissues right away and began rubbing the stained part of the shirt hoping it would help take away some of the liquid before it was stuck to the fabric. “Harry, I’m sor-“
You weren’t sure how it happened, but the next thing that happened surprised you. His lips were pressed against yours all of sudden, cutting you mid-sentence. He broke the kiss for two seconds to put the box of pizza and the cokes back on the table before leaning back to you and pressing his lips against yours again. You’d soften up this time around. You knew that was wrong. It was Harry and he was your best friend, not to mention that you live together and that would complicate the shit out of things. But it just felt so right. You never thought you would actually kiss him and you thought it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. You parted your lips when he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip subtly, his hands moved from your back to cup your jaw.
You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle against his lips when you felt something poking you in the stomach. Harry pulled his lips away instantly as soon as he realised what made you giggle. The look on his face made it harder for you to stifle your snigger.
“Shit,” his breaths quickened. “Sorry. I- I didn’t know what came over me. We’ve never- I shouldn’t have-“
You laughed as you dropped to your knees, and you swore Harry looked like he’d just seen a ghost. His pupils were dilated and he took in a sharp breath. “Y/N what are you doing?”
“Hunting elephants.”
“I’m serious.”
“What do you think? Is it not obvious?” You asked.
“It is. Fuck, I mean- you sure? You’re gonna-“ he blabbered.
“Suck you off, yes.” You cut him short and nodded.
He was less tense by then, a grin creeping up on his face “Such a dirty mouth.”
“Well I’m about to put your dick in my mouth so I’m not really concerned about oral hygiene right now.” You rolled your eyes.
“Hehehe.” He giggled, and you looked at him in confusion.
“What?”
“You’re gonna see my willy.”
“I know.”
“I’ve got some hair there.”
“Okay.”
“Not a lot because I still shave a little to keep it nice and pretty but-“
“Harry,”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, sorry.”
You didn’t know what came over you to make you want to do it, but it was a bit too late to chicken out, and frankly you wanted to do it. In four years of a relationship—yes, on and off but we’re going to round that up for dramatic purpose—you only gave Jamie head once so really, you didn’t know what came over you.
You knew he wasn’t small. You saw a glimpse of it a couple months prior when he forgot to lock the bathroom door, but you certainly didn’t get a good look of it. Little did you know that the next time you look at it, it’d nearly poke you in the eye.
His eyes widened when you looked up to him, muttering a series of profanities under his breath. You took a deep breath before taking it into your hand, and he choked on his breath as soon as your hand came into contact. He felt heavy in your hand. He was hard and you could see him already leaking from the tip.
“Give it a kiss, love. Please.” He begged, and you obliged. Kissing the tip lightly, before you began licking from the base to the tip. You weren’t really sure what to do, but the noises that he made egged you on so you thought maybe you were doing fine. His head lolled back when you gently sucked the tip.
The grunts and praises that kept flowing out of his mouth encouraged you to take it further into your mouth. It felt really heavy and you could just feel it weighing down on your tongue as he pushed past your lips. You took the rest of him in your hand and you began to work your hand and mouth around him in sync. You knew that there was a slight chance that both of you would regret what you were doing, but it didn’t matter in that moment.
You knew that he was close when he started whining. You let him go for a second to ask him before it was too late. “Where do you want it?”
You could hear his ragged breathing but he couldn’t form a sentence - that was how fucked up he was. You let him go again for a second. “Okay, aim wherever you like, just don’t get it in my ha- MATE YOU HAD ONE JOB!”
“Sor- sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He apologised as he fell down to the couch behind him, trying to even his breathing. “Love, that was, wow I- wow I can’t even speak.”
You chuckled. “S’alright. You’re welcome by the way.”
“You.” He shook his head in disbelief, still grinning from ear to ear. “Didn’t know you have it in you, babe.”
“I’m gonna take a shower then we’re gonna go out and play laser tag.” You smirked as you jumped to your feet.
“What?”
“What? You don’t want to play laser tag?”
“Well yeah of course I want to. S’fun seeing you curse at a bunch of eight year olds and make them cry.” He paused to take another deep breath before he went on. “But, uh, you don’t want me to reciprocate?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Maybe later.” You gave him a lopsided grin.
“Fine we’re going. But-“
“What?”
“Wanna snog again before we go and get ready?”
You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”
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imagine-loki · 4 years
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The Slutty Webs One Weaves
Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves
Chapter NO. 2 of 10?
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.
Author: lokilover9
Rating: M
Notes: Hello everyone. I will get to writing another chapter of Irked, but for now, here’s a mini crack fic. Should be good for a laugh or two.
When Loki and Astrid entered their vehicle in the Towers underground, he opened portal, exiting in the woods on Staten Island and she pouted.
"Not hiking again, Loki. Skunks are mean."
He tisked. "Bushy tailed scoundrels. I did warn you to keep away."
"I thought it was cute. Where are we?"
"A dumping location of one golden eyed jester. No matter." He conjured a cabin and opened its door. "Still wish to get naked?"
They fucked for hours until Astrid lay spent, resembling a deflating blow up doll.
"Dress now my lovely? I'll gather your belongings from the truck."
With her brain afloat in subspace, she hazily replied. "Yes Master." *****
They entered Asgard and Heimdall arched a brow at her bedraggled appearance. "Welcome back, my lady."
"Midgardians make edible panties."
Loki scooped her into his arms. "Nothing a good slumber can't fix. Ta ta, jester." He chuckled upon pulling a key from his pocket when undressing. "I dare to ponder your predicament before realizing this missing, Cootyoodles." *****
Weeks passed while down on Midgard, several burglaries had occurred in rich homes around New Jersey. Only cash was ever stolen, yet the thieves exceptional skill at avoiding detection was a growing concern.
Pepper and Tony sat watching the news.
~ "Another burglary in Jersey last night left police no closer to identifying a suspect. More at eleven." ~
"Didn't the thiefasaurous make a peanut butter and banana sandwich at the last house,? I'd love to know how they're hacking the security cameras. Clever bastard."
"Could be a woman, but definitely a pro."
"There's an erotic vision. You dressed as a bandit, searching a homeowner's porn reserve while snickering at their amatuer bondage supplies."
"Why risk imprisonment? Were the porn in your 'Butch's Bitch' file dvd's, they'd line a path from here to Miami."
"Ooooh, does that mean we're on the same page?"
"Mmm..no. You're horny and I'm craving nachos. Please unravel yourself from my thigh?"
Stark playfully gnawed on it. "And if I don't? What then, Mistress?" He obeyed when the lights flickered and Jarvis announced a security breach. "Speaking of bandits, ours is an Alien God breaking a promise."
"Jarvis never detected him before."
"Likely an impish forewarning attempt. I'd bet a thousand he's hoping I'm shackled to the coffee table, sucking a rubber cock for his own amusement."
'Note to self.' Thought Pepper. 'Add to 'to do' list.' "What makes you think him so savage?"
"Loki's a sexual deviant."
"Oh?"
'Blabbermouth. Now she's intrigued.' "Everything back to normal, Jarvis?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Told ya and I know just where to find the prick." Tony stepped onto the sixtieth floor to find it minimally illuminated by the moon. "Nice touch, Snowflake. A prelude to another smug entrance? Consider it your last." When met with silence, he angrily strolled to the rooms center. "Show yourself! NOW!"
More silence, except for the hum of the approaching elevator.
"Huh. Never pegged you for a coward." Tony didn't intend to fight Loki. Merely to end their friendship, while emphasizing the seriousness of his boundaries being overstepped.
The intruder judged otherwise.
The door slid open and from behind the bar, came a sphere of light travelling at warp speed, making a whooshing sound as it encompassed his suit pieces, halting their pursuit, then dropping them to the floor in a clanging heap.
Stark sat crouched on his knees, enthralled by a figure slowly emerging from the shadows.
"I am not a coward Iron M..Man."
He lurched forward and the swaying soul fell limp in his arms as the rooms lights flickered on. "What the hell?" Moments later, he rushed off the elevator to a shocked Pepper. "Meet our intruder."
"A child???"
"Surprise?"
She offered a warm cloth as he timed the wee souls pulse. "Heart rates good."
"Who…"
"Didn't get a name." Clad in males clothing a size too big and a snug fitting Captain America cap, the child was filthy. Upon removing it, a mass of knotted, raven hair fell over his arm.
"He's a she?"
"Apparently." Desperate to rouse her, Tony kept talking, while wiping her face. "Can you hear me, kid? Come on, wake up." His actions revealed flawless, alabaster skin, high cheekbones, a perfect nose and overly pink lips. Her fingers were long and slender, as were her limbs and the more he looked at her, everything began to click. "If her eyes are green, someone has some 'splaining to do, Lucy."
The girl stirred, scrambled from his lap, bolted across the room and halted in a battle stance, fists raised, brows furrowed and her piercing green eyes, wildly darting between him and Pepper.
He slowly rose, arms in the surrender position. "Easy, Little Warrior. We won't hurt you."
"Where's my hat?" She sternly demanded.
Tony slid it across the floor and she planted it sideways on her head, sloppily tucked her hair inside and returned to battle stance. "Liar! I came to you for help and was almost attacked!"
"My goof, kid. Ya scared me. What's your name?"
"Brianna. It means strong, virtuous and honorable."
"Perfect for a female warrior. A brave one too."
Pepper cut in. "Hi Brianna, I'm..."
"Virginia Potts, born September 27nth, 1972 in Arlington, Virginia, CEO of Stark Industries and one badass role model. Nice to meet you."
She smiled. "Ditto. Are you injured at all?"
The girls fists lowered. "No, just hungry and exhausted."
"Unacceptable." Said Tony. "What can we get ya?"
"A peanut butter and banana sandwich?" They threw it together and she wolfed it down with a glass of milk. "Have any tater tots?"
"Sure do. Brianna, is there anyone we should call?"
Her scowl returned and an unseen force, swiftly elevated their phones, suspending them inches below the twenty foot ceiling. "Mom's awal, and Daddy's unknown. Alert anyone of my whereabouts and after escaping their captivity, I'll return 'undetected' to enact revenge."
"O-kaaay. Any ideas on the spunk doner, Virginia?"
"Really, Tony?"
"Just sayin'. We promise not to alert anyone without your permission kid, if first, I get a promise or two in return."
"You dare making commands knowing what I'm capable of?"
"Hear me out, Little Warrior. Please?"
She chomped into a tater tot. "I'm listening."
"I've some questions."
"You can ask, but don't expect answers for every one. What else?"
"You stay a while. At least until finding a Tower to call your own."
"No way, Jose. I'm the restless type."
"A month then?"
Stark played the puppy eyes card as Brianna sized him up like a scheming Clint Eastwood might a brazen saloon patron.
"A week and we take it from there."
"Deal."
Once their phones safely landed, she asked to use the bathroom. Pepper lead her to a guest room and was stopped at the door. "Thanks. A little privacy, please?"
After it closed, Tony snuck into the hall and quietly relayed of first encountering the girl. "It's irrefutable. That's Loki's mini me in there."
"Her powers are undeniably similar, but without a paternity test..."
"And how do we achieve that? Shimmy up the bifrost and demand Prince Jezebel see a phlebotomist? Fuck, if they're not related, where 'did' she come from? Maybe we're being invaded by the real Body Snatchers."
"Who've begun with a child in a Captain America hat, they specifically sent here?"
"Have any better conclusions? I suspect she's the burglar too."
"Why, because they like the same sandwich?"
"Think, Butch. If she can break in here, houses are a piece of cake."
"Think, Cootyoodles. Even with powers to hack security systems, how does a child that young burglarize nine houses without being seen, heard or leaving behind any dna?"
"Never underestimate your opponent." As Tony rambled on about examples, she seemed distant. "Butch?"
"I just realized something. Brianna said her Mom was awal. We're avid news watchers and there hasn't been a local Amber Alert for months. What if she isn't looking for her? What if no one is?"
"Perhaps we're both getting carried away and Brianna's…a special breed of Leprechaun that eats feet. We sleep in my suit boots and problem solved."
Pepper smirked. "What exactly happened to you in space? Stay here while I check on her?" Soon she called to him in a whisper. "Come look at your opponent."
Stark's real heart melted when seeing Brianna asleep in the large tub. A bath towel covered her little body and another lay folded beneath her head. "Poor kid. I'll move her to the bed."
"No don't, Tony. I think she crawled in there to feel safe." *****
In the morning, they found an open box of Count Chocula cereal beside a dirty bowl in the kitchen.
"I hadn't opened that yet."
Pepper yawned. "And?"
"It's half empty."
"Awesome. If she's anything like you jacked up on sugar, please hide it?"
He popped a handful into his mouth. "I thought you liked my inner child?"
"Not when he's Dash from the Incredibles. What's that noise?"
"I'll go look." Stark opened Brianna's door to a six inch knife whizzing towards it. "Morn..WHOA!" He closed it within an inch as she aimed another. "DROP the weapon, Little Warrior!"
She casually tossed it onto the bed. "'Sup?"
"'Sup?!? Those aren't toys, young lady! You could've removed half my face!"
"Nah, my aims too polished. See for yourself."
Pepper arrived to find him gawking at the wall. "Hi Brianna. Tony?"
"Iron Man's upset 'cause I short circuited his Arc Reactor."
"Kinda. Feast your eyes on why, Virginia."
A wooden cutting board hung centimeters from the door frame, impaled by eight knives and Brianna sighed. "I'd almost made a perfect x, until interrupted."
"Hey, I knocked..once."
"But didn't wait for permission to enter."
"Let's not argue, hm? Coffee's done, Tony. Would you like a bath, Brianna?"
"With bubbles?"
"Raspberry Sorbet, scented."
Butch later regretted leaving behind the bottle as Little Warrior had a blast, pouncing into the mountainous sea of bubbles the Jacuzzi's jets summoned and soaking the floor. After loaning her a small t shirt and a pair of leggings she secured around her waist, she watched in amazement as like with their phones, an unseen force carefully lowered the cutting board into the girls awaiting arms.
"Ready, Badass."
"Call me Pepper, please?"
"Sure."
Once in the kitchen, Tony learned of her trick. "Just another checkmark on the growing listy poo of spunky d' evidence, Virginia. Thanks kid, I'll take that." The board seemed super glued to the island as he tried apprehending it. "Make that two checkmarks."
The silverware drawer opened, nudging his butt, as Brianna climbed onto a stool with a mischievous smirk and hovered a fist over the knives. "Scooch your booty, or be turned into swiss cheese." Her hand opened, releasing a pea sized light that burst into a mist with the snap of her fingers. As she slid back, it encompassed only the board, individually plucked each knife from its surface, neatly steered them into the drawer and vanished after it closed.
Tony's mind was projecting a vision of Loki on a cheesy, 70's era game show, its animated host announcing; "Our grand prize winner, ladies and gentlemen! The willy nilly, cock weilding, Prince Jezebelll!"
Brianna's voice silenced the fanfare. "I promise not to play with knives anymore."
"Erm..that's great. About those questions, kid."
"Shoot."
"Why the target practice?"
"Saw it on tv once. It kills boredom."
'And a charging rhinoceros, no doubt.' "These balls of light…"
"I call them my magic and maneuvered this one slower, to give you an idea of how they work. Neat, huh?"
"Very and the one used on my suit?"
"Nothing special."
"How do you create them and the unseen force?"
"Classified."
"Have you greater abilities?"
"Enough to make David Copperfield seem a quack."
"How did you break into my tower?"
"Top Secret."
"How did you get here?"
"Walking, buses, taxis, trains and one bicycle."
"By yourself?"
"Mostly."
"How long was your trip?"
"Nine days."
"How did you afford it?"
"My allowance."
"Why the boys clothing?"
"You already know."
"Where are you from?"
"Are you done insulting me?"
He froze. "Excuse me?"
"Nearly every question, except number 5, were tests to see if I'd slip up and surpass revealing the basics. Magic aside, you're trying to assess my intelligence, so here's some insight. Every response minus 'target practice', was either a lie, or half truth. Why? I am never going home and therefore will never reveal more about myself than I decide necessary. If that's unacceptable, tell me now, I'll thank you for the hospitality and be on my way. Oh, and the ball used on your suit? It was bigger, faster, and more powerful out of necessity."
The only person Tony felt might know more about Brianna was Thor, but couldn't risk breaking his promise. She was brilliant, yet seemingly naive to the constant danger she was in. Iron Man would protect her, whilst awaiting further guidance from wherever the cosmos were plotting to chuck it. The heavens, perhaps? The tooth fairy? Captain Kangaroo?
"We'd much prefer you stayed." Said Pepper. "Please don't be angry with Tony? It's difficult not to think of how frantic we'd be if our child went missing."
Brianna's face softened for merely a second, before she re poised herself. "You would?..Look, I'm a survivor, so don't bother worrying about me. May I make my request now?"
"Please do, Little Warrior."
"Your fellow Avenger, Thor. Do you trust him?"
'All this for the God of Thunder?' Thought Stark. "With my life. Is he your favorite and you'd like an autograph, or a picture together?"
"Don't have a favorite Avenger. Just need you introduce us."
'Wut?' "I could, but that means alerting him you're here."
"If you trust him, I trust him."
"I'm grateful for your faith in me. He'll ask why?"
"I need him to set up a second meeting with is brother, Loki."
And there was Tony's guidance. A beam of light, trailing from the realm of Asgard, down through Earth's clouds and settling on P.J.'s prodigy, igniting her aglow.
"Eh he. Why not? Nothin' like those warm and fuzzy feelings amongst kin, right Virginia? Pardon me ladies. Cootyoodles has a call to make and a suit to tweak."
Brianna giggled. "Who gave Iron Man that name?"
"A friend, but he prefers Tony. Feel like watching a movie with a badass role model?"
"Okay, but none of that fairy tail, princessy stuff. Ever see Bram Stoker's Dracula?"
"Isn't that violent for someone your age?"
"Nope and guuurl, what a love story. The blood and guts are awesome too."
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thicclaurance · 4 years
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Two Hundred and Twenty Nine Days and Three Quarters.
Yody Yo! This is my piece from the summer Aphmau magazine that was put together by @aphmauzine ! Please check out the zine to see all the lovely work everyone submitted including my friends Char, Al, and Yesani!
This is also my first Aphmau writing piece, and the first of my writing that I’ve shared here on this blog; I hope its well recieved and that I’ll be able to share more work with y’all.
Pairing: Dan-Chan
Series: MCD (original)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2508
Two Hundred and Twenty Nine Days and Three Quarters. 
      Rays of golden sun cascaded through the glass of the window and into the bedroom. It heated the room, but instead of providing a comfortable and cozy warm like snuggling up with the one you love in front of the fire, it was a humid and sticky warm. It felt like being trapped in a pot of water that was quickly reaching boiling point. The heat was excruciating, it was so maddening it caused Dante to stir. He lifted his body only to twist before dropping back against the mattress like a sack of potatoes; but he only receive those lovely golden rays right in his eyes. His eyes opened, only a sliver, only to realise it was only another summer day.
      To Dante, summer only ever felt like it droned on, It was like a meeting discussing how everyone was fine and the village faced no threats, but still lasted hours. Summer was only filled with sweltering days filled with humidity and annoying swarms of insects that buzzed in his ears and bit at his skin. The days felt like they droned on, lasting like weeks instead of hours as he almost roasted alive in his armor. Most people, especially in Phoenix Drop, felt that it was winter that droned on, and sure the season was a full month longer than the rest; but the days go by at the snap of a finger. You wake up and blink once and it’s already time to sit down for dinner with your lover. But for Dante, summer was the worst.
      It took all the willpower he held in him to actually get up; he only got up because he knew he’d never be able to fall back asleep. Dante flipped onto his back and pushed his palms against the aged mattress to gain leverage as he forced himself into a seated position. His hands left the mattress and balled as he brought them to his eyes, a loud yawn escaped his mouth as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He felt the weight of the mattress shift next to him and heard a small and almost inaudible groan. 
      His gaze met the woman next to him as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Long pink hair laid tangled around her head and over her eyes, something Dante envied was the ability to ignore the sun. Her bare shoulder peaked out from the dull colored blanket as she curled herself back up. A smile spread across his face and his gaze softened as he looked at her, she was beyond compare to anyone nor anything. He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to her shoulder; he twisted back around and let his feet rest on the upsettingly warm wooden floor. He stood and stretched his arms above his head and arched his back. 
      Dante’s next action was to track down his clothing that laid in various places on the floor alongside Kawaii-Chan’s. It was a simple yet tedious task to find specific articles and to dress himself, it only added to the heat. His chainmail, awful. The suit of armor, horrendous. It’d been about nine years since he took over as the head guard, nine and a half years since he began his daily task to watch the gate; nine years and a half since everyone’s disappearance. It was hard for him to think about all the friends he lost; but it was even harder not to seeing as he left his home at the same time every morning just to wait for them, waiting for them at the gate, hoping they’ll all return.
      That’s where he found himself after hours, at the gate. The village walls had begun to crack and crumble as the weather took its toll, and ivy and moss grew against the sides. Birds chirped happily to one another, all enjoying the heat. The ground below his feet had worn down a bit and dipped down into the indent of his feet, it’s what happens when you three thousand four hundred and sixty nine days standing in one specific spot. And Dante stood in the same exact spot again today, he stood there for hours, hours spent almost succumbing to heat stroke. He stood there, until the sun had made it to the tree line and the air had cooled, until it was time to go home. He pivoted on one foot and turned away from the entrance. The trip to the gate and back was always nice. Though the houses had begun to suffer the same fate as the wall, they were still filled with kind villagers, well kind villagers that were still left.
     “Fancy running into you here Dante!” The chipper country accent of a certain chipper brunette run out. She smiled brightly at him and lifted a hand to give a short wave from the end of the path. Instead of being able to walk down the path, she more waddled, one of her hands laid on her swollen stomach. “You headin’ home for the night?” 
      “Good evening Donna! My shift just ended so I’m heading home to Kawaii-Chan.” Dante responded as she approached him, a kind smile weaved it’s way into his face as he spoke to Donna. 
     “I’m sure she whipped up something nice for the two of you! I swear ever since she found out she was pregnant too all she has is baked! I can’t go a day without her springing some muffins or a cake on me!” She laughed. 
     “Don’t I know it! I don’t think I’ve gone a day without fresh baked goods in eight months!” He returned her laughter, it was a nice change of pace to laugh. 
      “Logan’s been enjoying it though, he can’t get enough if those cookies she brings over!” She placed a hand on her chest as she threw her head back and laughed. Dante was sure she hadn’t had a good slug in a while either. As their laughter died down, Donna’s gaze softened as she spoke again, “You gonna do what you talked to me about the other day?” She asked. 
     “I think I am, I plan on finally telling her” He nodded as he talked. “That you for helping me sort it all out!”
     “Of course I would dear! Thank god you came along when you did! Logan won’t let me do anything as long as I have these creatures in me!” She motioned towards her stomach as she let out the complaint. “You better get going if you want things to go as planned.” Dante nodded again and said his goodbyes. The green eyes woman waved him off before returning to her evening stroll. 
      Dante took in the rest of the town’s scenery as he walked. Passing the village square that laid in disarray, the overgrown guard tower, half harvested golden fields, and even the hill the house of old lord, Aphmau, resided on. He passed a few people, Alexis and Kyle looked to be playing in the grass, but they were obviously training to be the next village guards, they swung wooden swords at each other and took turns dodging attacks. Not too far from them stood Molly and Dale, never seen too far from Alexis. They’ve both watched over her like hawks ever since the Zane incident about ten years ago. Dante provided a wave to the long term couple as he passed, they both returned his motions. 
     Finally, he had made it to his home. It was a standard house alongside the rest of the homes in Phoenix Drop. When him and Kawaii-Chan first decided to start living together she was upset at the lack of originality, she wanted a bright colored home, just like the pink one she lived in. It was a miracle Dante had convinced her otherwise, but he compromised with allowing her to plant whatever type of flowers she wanted in front of the house. He walked slowly up the cobble stone path and up the dark wooden door. He filled his lungs with one large breath and allowed his mind to become a blank slate, free of worry and hurt, before letting it out slowly like he releasing air from a balloon, and opened the door.
      “Ah Dante-Kun! Welcome home!” He was greeted with the sweet voice of the woman who loved him. The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, like it always was around her. A few candles had been set out, ready to be lit as soon as it got dark enough, and she stood by the front door, in the kitchen. “How was your day Dante-Kun?” She asked as she waddled towards him and forced herself up to is height before she left a sweet kiss on his cheek. 
      “We don’t have time to talk about that darling, I need to bring you somewhere.” He spit out as soon as her heels came in contact with the wooden floor. 
     “What do you mean Dan-”
     “I’m not joking Kawaii-Chan, I need you to come with me this instant.” Dante made sure his tone was calm as he spoke, careful not to scare the pregnant woman in front of him. He grabbed Kawaii-Chan’s hand, and barley let her slip into her shoes, before he led her out of the house. 
     “Where are you taking Kawaii-Chan, Dante-Kun?!” She asked, confused and slightly panicked. Their feet pounded against the cobblestone streets as they passed Molly and Dale who still stood watching the kids, and past the half golden fields. 
     “You’ll see when we get there!” He continued to remain vague as the two passed the street Dante took to and from the gate every morning and evening. 
     “Good luck Dante!” Donna yelled and waved as she made her way back up the street. 
     “We’re almost there” Dante huffed as he led her up the hill to the old lord’s house. Before stopping for a second to let Kawaii-Chan catch her breath.
     “Why’re we at Aphmau-Senpai’s house?” She asked, before Dante dragged her to the left. They passed the large tree in the front yard and playset meant for the long gone Levin and Malachi, for they had left along with their caretaker Zoey, long ago. They weaved through the oak and birch trees, swerved past berry bushes, and avoided pesky evening insects. 
     “Be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Dante said as he slid down a short sandy slope. They had arrived to the yellow sanded beach of the cove. “Take my hand.” He instructed as he reached a hand out to the amber eyed woman. Even though she was hesitant, afraid to fall and hurt herself let alone her unborn child, but yet she obliged. Her slim hand fit in Dante’s calloused one like puzzle pieces as he helped her down from the grassy area of the woods to the sandy shore of the beach. 
     “Just in time!” Dante mumbled and led Kawaii-Chan to the final destination, the shoreline of the beach. 
     It was a well known spot to the villagers. But it was rarely used since it was a place Aphmau had spent time and after her disappearance, no one picked up the habit of visiting. Dante and Kawaii-Chan were different though. They visited here on their first date, they didn’t care that it had been covered in snow at the time, instead they built snow maids and men together. That was exactly two hundred, twenty nine days and three quarters ago. He’d kept track of every day, every moment they shared together, and this was the perfect place. 
     “Dante-Kun, Kawaii-Chan is still confused.” She said her amber eyes trying to meet his deep sea blue ones, but instead of meeting her gaze he stared out at the horizon. The sun had just become halfway submerged into the sea leaving behind a painting of rose gold skies that blended into vibrant purples and deep blues. 
     “Kawaii-Chan, I need your one hundred percent attention.” Dante said and took both her frail hands into larger ones, finally able to meet her gaze. Unable to know how to respond, Kawaii-Chan simply nodded. “We’re alone so I know you’ll trust me to say this, Nana,” Dante took a deep breath to prepare himself to what he was going to say after this. 
     Dante felt her stiffen at the use of her real name. Something she’d trusted him enough to tell him just before they moved in together. He squeezed Kawaii-Chan’s hands in reassurance and she allowed herself to relax. It was short lived though, because immediately Dante released her hands and crouched down, kneeling on one knee. 
     “Nana, I know I’m not much with words. I never have been. But I’m going to speak from the heart.” He started off with, “I have known you for ten wonderful years, though we’ve only been together for eight months, I’ve never felt more connected to anyone before.”
     As he finished that sentence, tears began to stream down Nana’s face. Tears of happiness, tears of surprise. She didn’t care when the tide had begun to come in and rolled over her feet, ruining her new dress. Dante didn’t care either, he didn’t care if it would leave his armor a sepia colored rust, he could get a new set. 
     “I never expected to fall in love with such an incredible woman, such an exciting woman, such a unique woman, such a gorgeous woman. Let alone did I expect to be expecting a child with her, to have a bundle of joy that would be a product of our love. I’ve had relationships in the past, good and bad, but none of them hold a candle to you Nana. None of them come close to how you make me feel.” Dante began to choke on his words, a tear began to slide down his cheek as he spoke, but it was no match the rivers flowing from Nana’s eyes. 
     He fumbled with his side, fingers mismanaging to grasp the box at his side. As he finally grasped it, his hands shook as he held it up to the beautiful pink haired woman in front of him. He opened it to reveal a small, but gorgeous silver ring encrusted with three small pink diamonds. 
     “I’ve cherished every day you’ve spent with me. All two hundred and twenty nine days and three quarters have been a dream, a blessing. So Nana, will you continue our two hundred and twenty nine days and three quarters streak and spend every day, until the day we die, together with me, and marry me?” He finally asked, a weight lifted from his chest as he finally got the words out, but it was replaced with the anxiety of rejection. 
     “Of course Kawaii-Chan will marry you Dante-Kun! Kawaii-Chan couldn’t think of anyone else she’d spend the rest of her life with!” She sobbed. She grabbed the sides of his face and bent down, as far as she could without crushing her stomach, and pulled Dante into a passionate kiss. 
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THEY NEVER KNOW (Chapter Sixteen)
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Author’s note: This is my first time writing, so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too. I’m hoping for comments on my writing. Thank you…    
This story has taken little inspiration from Sehun web story “ Dokgo Rewind”.
Summary, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven(M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen
-Sehun pov-
It has been three weeks, last time I saw her. As I said, I forgot her. In the morning I go to college, study hard. I don’t fancy to be Doctor, but I was enjoying studies. In fact, I love it, and also studies thing make me feel closer to my dead brother. I still remember, him making me study every day.  
In the afternoon, after lunch, I freshly start studying. As I still don’t have a job.  
In the evening, Yuna, Teayong, and Jinwoo join me at my house, we talk about Gang and things, research about them. Every day I fill myself with new information on gang members and make plans to expose them.
In the night, have dinner with my friends, then go to bed. I sleep after missing my shy ass brother, sometime even cry. Everything is peaceful for now.  
Teayong said, “Sehun, I inquiry a bit, Jaehyun is still out of town.” Jinwoo added, “Junsu is also stock by it. He said Jaehyun is gone to meet Wang gang leader, and don’t know when he will come back.” I nod, “Okay. I mean, are you sure, he is still alive?” Yuna smirk, “He is well and good. I was able to get it out from Jonah.” I don’t know how to thank Yuna and her alluring skill. I nod again, “Fine then, let end for tonight. Teayong drops Yuna back safely.”  
As they both exit my house, I sleepily yawn and say to Jinwoo, “I will go to bed now, you also sleep.” He imitates me, “Don’t cry tonight. I am tired, cannot bear your sobbing voice.” I mock, “Oh God, what should I do? Today, I’m missing my brother like hell.” I turn my back on him, ready to go to my room, he seriously said, “Or you’re missing Y/N?” I turn back, give him a death glare, but he didn’t stop, “How long you’re going pretending? You do miss her. I know, you are crying for your brother, but the truth is you are crying for her too. Sehun, she did hurt you, so you have. Go and meet her once. Try to understand her.” I keep glancing him, he collects the words and says again, “Sehun, you fell in love with her just a few months ago, and she loved your brother for years. She is hurt more than you. As much I come to know about her, she cares for you, give her time to shot out her feeling…” I cut him, “Stop. I don’t care about her. What is wrong with you? Why are you suddenly talking about her?” With a sad smile, he said, “Because, you both needed time before, everything happens so fast, you both cannot follow things. She needed to understand the difference between you and your brother. And you needed to know your priority. Now, things are stable. Meet her. If she is still angry…….” That was it. I couldn’t listen more, without saying anything I escape to my room. I couldn’t get angry because he was right. I never forget her. I do love her. Going the upper bed of my bunk bed, I start thinking. I smile thinking about, she sleeping in down bed. After her, I never sleep in the down bed.
When Sehyun was there, I use to sleep in the down bed. He was obsessive about sleeping in the upper bed. I rarely capture it. No matter how much we fight, I always get the down bed, and till late night, I’ve heard mobile keypad sound. I always thought he is studying, maybe that whole time he and Y/n were chatting. I was a fool who never read my shy ass brother behavior. Now, like a fool, I’m laughing alone remembering memory.    
I stop laughing and again think about her. Busy day always passes without thinking about her, but at night, I remember every moment spent with her. My heart was aching to know how is she. Hoping, she didn’t try to kill herself again. However, I’m not going to meet her. I have self-esteem. She must be right in her place, how could she insult me or my love for her and my brother. No one has ever treated me like her. I have the right to behave uncaringly. Wiping away my silent, unwanted tears, I sleep.
-Y/N P.O.V-  
Headache. Headache is the only loyal thing which comes in every morning since last few months. You are nearly recover after the accident. Last three weeks were different. Physically, you were healing. Mentally, and emotionally, you were a clutter.
After treating a headache with coffee, you go to college. Surprisingly, Myung and Mishal didn’t question about anything, from accident to till now your different behavior, so you didn’t say anything either. In the afternoon, back to your part-time job where you work alone. Your boss still didn’t find a replacement. After work, you spend time with Mr. Kim in his office. You study there, have dinner then back to your lonely house. Cry and sleep, again start the morning with a headache.  
You were trying to study when Mr. Kim asked, “Noodle are okay for dinner?” You nod. Every day since the last three weeks, Mr. Kim has dinner with you. Mrs. Kim and Sol-Mae must be cursing you for that, but you don’t care. You bury your head again in the book. Mr. Kim asked, “So, when are you guys going to talk?” You look at him with confusion. “Talk, with whom?” He pauses and says, “With Sehyun. It has been three weeks now so, talk things out.” You become bitter, “There is nothing to talk, we break up. End of story.” He signs, “Y/N, I think you still need to talk. You don’t seem fine without him. Maybe something in the story is remaining.” You snort, “There is nothing. You don’t know him. He only cares about his brother. And what is wrong with you? You always say ‘I’m like your father.’ You should be happy. Your daughter is not dating.” He laughs, “Your real father have also like the fact of your dating so he can scare your boyfriend not to hurt you. As for me, I think same as him and also want your happiness, and I think you are too much into him. I don’t know what happens, but you seem missing him too much…..” You cut him, “I will tell you what happened. He only cares about his brother, whether dead or alive. He deceives to me and then tries to cover it with 'I love you.’ Even after ending everything he still dares to say 'I’m his girlfriend.’ He is…..” You stop. Control your breathing. You mix up both of brother. Y/n, with whom you are angry? Sehyun or his ass brother? You ask yourself. He nods, “I still think you both need to sit and talk.” You look down at your book to ignore him saying more, “I’m trying to study.” Mr. Kim stop. You cannot understand. Why the hell Mr. Kim is behaving like this? Few times barely he met Sehyun that also in school time, during the parent-teacher meeting. And Sehun only one time in hospital. He knows nothing about them.  
Day ended, you were back to your bed and cry. You cry every night, but for what, you don’t know. You are trying to forget and move on then still find yourself in the same place. You were trying to hate them, but you cannot. After exhausting from crying, you fall asleep.  
Another day starts, half-day went the same as all ways. Suddenly your boss reminds today’s day, its string in the heart. You were never good at remembering any anniversary dates, Sehyun always tells you in annoyance. Now he is gone, you clearly remember dates. 13th of August, he confesses his feelings. Last year, he has given you a huge brown teddy, date in an amusement park, dinner and good amount of scolding for not remember the day. One of the best day of your life and now you were alone. You bury yourself in work, trying to forget about today then dinner with Mr. Kim help you in it. At home, you let out your frustration, crying in your bed.  
Your head starts paining after crying for hours. It was worst to remember everything, miss him. Sometimes, you think it was better to end life, get away from all the pain. But it is wrong, it is not right toward your parents, Sehyun, they loved you so much,  you have to survive till you can for others, who loved and care for you. At least today you know the reason for your crying. In between if crying, you smile too, thinking about happy memories. Well, you were in peace even in misery.  
It didn’t last long as you hear knock on your door. First, you ignore but after fifth doorbell ring, in frustration, you get up from the bed. As you open the door, your eyes grow wide.      
-Sehun pov-
We were looking at new information about Choi gang. Teayong looked nervous. After waiting for one hour, for him to say what is bothering him, I asked, “Teayong, spit it out already.” Yuna and Jinwoo also look at him. Teayong clears his throat, in small voices said, “I’m sorry, I have overdone it, but I thought it could help. I swear I didn’t even read one word also.” We silently waited for him to continue. After controlling his breathing, he stutters, “I-I-I’ve taken out-t-t Y/n, and Sehyun chatting conversation, and transfer in on paper which is currently in my bag.” I become fuming, “YOU DID WHAT?” I grab his shirt collar and raise my hand to punch him but stop, “YOU ARE IDIOT. We are not reading their private messages. If I want to read it, I had his phone in my hand, which of course you steal and transfer everything on the paper. ” Jinwoo and Yuna didn’t stop me or say a word. He argues in a small voice, “I know it is not right, but maybe they have talked about something which could help us.”
Running hand in hair due to frustration, I said, “You don’t know, Y/N already think of me as a person without respect and reading messages will be a new level. You know what, handover phone and messages sheets and leave. We’ll talk later after I control my anger. GET OUT.” He did what I said. Yuna and Jinwoo also left without saying anything. Thank god for that. I keep looking at phone and messages sheets. I wouldn’t lie, I had thought about before, but it doesn’t feel right, it is their private life. At the same time, we could get something. At least, we will know which places Sehyun use to visit, which will be a great help. However, I didn’t touch it. In annoyance went to my room and sleep.  
Next day, half of my day went the same as the last three weeks, in the back of my mind, I’m still thinking about Messages. For evening gathering, Jinwoo was running late. Yuna was worried about him while me and Teayong keep calling him. After an hour, he finally came and announced, “Junsu said, Jaehyun is not coming back. I mean, he is joining Wang gang while here Johan will lead on behalf of Jaehyun.” It was shocking for all of us. Suddenly why? Chaging a leader is huge thing for any gang. Jinwoo continues, “Rumore is, it is because of your brother death. Wang gang leader is not happy with it, and he sends you a letter.” Jinwoo handed me a black envelope. I open it without wasting time. Jinwoo, Yuna, and Teayong circle me. In the white handmade paper, in computer written words.
“I’M SORRY FOR YOU BROTHER. I KNOW I’M LATE. HOWEVER, I WILL KEEP MY ANOTHER PROMISE. NO HARM WILL COME TO HER. ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SEHYUN”
Why he is thanks to Sehyun? Jinwoo asks, “Her? Who is her?” I look toward him, “Her is Y/N. If I’m not wrong, Wang leader has promised to protect Sehyun or you can say me, but he failed, and Y/N is another promise. Wang gang had known about Y/N and Sehyun. Bloody hell. She meant to stay hidden after this letter, Jaehyun and his gang also know about her.” I crumpled letter and angrily throw it. Following our argument, I haven’t talked to her, even if I try, she is so stubborn than how I’m supposed to protect her? It is no meaning of warning her; she surely doesn’t care about her life. What should I do?  
Teayong says, “If Jaehyun doesn’t return we are on a dead end. He is the only one who knows the truth.”  
Yuna says, “I’ll go and see what can I do with Johan.” I stop her by holding her wrist, “No, wait. Let’s read Sehyun and y/n messages. If they ever talked about Wang gang or anyone like, then we will plan further.” Yuna and Teayong agreed while Jinwoo doesn’t seem to like it but nod.  
We divide messages sheets. Almost three years of messages, there were lots of things. I need to read only a recent one, but others were curious to know more about them. I try to stop, but Yuna points it out 'We are already invading the privacy, read more won’t change anything now.’  
While reading most of them were complains. Every one of us turns red and cough seeing sex texting or that kind of stuff. Jinwoo comment, “I never thought Y/n could be this bold, and your brother seems to have much more experience than you.” I cursed. Stupid shy ass, no, he was an intelligent asshole. He is not a novice at all. I’m an innocent one here. My ass brother; I want to kill him with my bare hand for keeping me in dark. On the other hand, there were lots of talk about me. Whenever any caring words are there from y/n, give a small spark of happiness. However, still now nothing unusual, Yuan says, “Guys look at this.”  
Sehyun: Where the hell was you for the whole fucking day?“
Y/N: What’s up? You know my schedule, college then work and now at home.
Sehyun: Really? You are the biggest idiot I have ever seen. You skip the college, went to the amusement park with your stupid friends, and none of you even realize someone was stalking.  
Y/N: Okay, it is dull day, so we went out. And stalking? How do you know about that? Unless you were the stalker.
Sehyun: Stop fucking nonsense.
Y/N: Okay, stop now. Did your stupid patient again say trash about my abduction? From what I know, Doctor and patient should not engage besides work. It has been a month now you saved him, and he thanked you now stop communicating with him or send him to the mental hospital. He is insane.  
Sehyun: You don’t know him. Just be careful girl. I cannot stay alive if something happens to you.
Y/N: Sehyun, if he is a dangerous person, then take your brother help. And I’m glad to hear it but love, if you are gone, I promise to move on, have a new and happy life. I’m a selfish person. I cannot die for you.  
Sehyun: Everything is over now, he promised to stay away from us. Plus Sehun already has many things to deal with; He cannot get involved. And Baby girl, my ghost will always be there with you. I will never let you forget me.  
Jinwoo whine, "What was Y/n relpy, turn the page, let me see.” I narrow my eyes and shout, “We are reading the novel? Why do you do want to know what they talk next? Anyways, stop reading. We have to talk to her. She could describe how this Wang leader looks like.” Jinwoo looks down. Yuna calmly says, “Let’s end today and go to sleep, tomorrow we will look further. Everyone nodded.  
I went to lie on the bed, thinking. If y/n give information about Wang gang, everything will become easy, but if I approach her, she won’t talk. Well, she seems good with Jinwoo. I have to ask him to talk. I’m feeling guilty about reading their messages, at the same time we come to know how close they were. Thinking about her message about moving on made me sadly chuckle, Sehyun ghost doesn’t need to be here, Y/n won’t forget him ever, no matter what happens.
Next day, I ask Jinwoo to contract her. Guess what, she was ignoring his call. Well, Jinwoo will keep trying to reach while I continue on other work.
Three days pass, there is no response for her. Jinwoo asks me to approach her for two reasons. First, because he thinks she will only respond to me. Second, because 'she and I need to talk thing out.’ Of course, I don’t want to talk to her. Taking everything on my ego, I was going to solve thing by myself.  
In evening gathering, today, Yuna was late. It made us extremely worried. Her phone was not reachable. After waiting for one hour, we get eager to find her. God, if anything happens to Yuna, I would be able to forget myself. Thing like this make me think, I should do everything alone and leave my friends out of my vengeance plan.  
When we were about to leave my place, Yuna comes with distress. She handed me a similar letter as Wang leader send me and says, "Jonah asked me to give you this. It is from Wang leader, and he has asked you to reply.” Opening the letter, make my blood boil. “What is it?” ask Teayong while he comes near me and read.
“WHY JAEHYUN SAID GIRL NAME YUNA IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”
What the hell is this? Why does he care? What the fuck he wants? Why this bastard does rooting spotlight on me and y/n? Why? And Why? I need to find out about him. He is talking like friends do. I don’t think my brother was stupid enough to befriend with gang leader or to girlfriend problem talks. Other than me, only one person knows Sehyun. I need to talk to her and now. She maybe knows about this bastard and now people about her, will make her target. Jinwoo asks, “What will you relpy ?” Controlling my angry, said while writing him relpy ’She is not.’ “Yuna takes Teayong along with you, in case something happens and Jinwoo comes with me, we have to meet y/n.” My and Sehyun handwriting is likewise. Thank god. Handing a letter to Yuna, I continue, “I have a feeling we are going to meet Wang leader very soon. Our real struggle will start now.” Teayong annoyingly said, “Are you going to say Yuna is not your girlfriend? Do you know how much she is doing for you? If you say this, she will be the target.” I try to speak, but he stops, “Who is y/n? I get it she is your brother girlfriend, you care for her. Still, it doesn’t make sense, why we have to risk Yuna for us?” Teayong and Yuna still haven’t figure out my feeling for her. They think I merely care or have a soft corner.  
Old Sehun in me would have shouted, telling he loves and how she is important to him. However, new me, calmly said with mention my reason, “Nothing will happen to Yuna. She has you, me and Jinwooo. And we have no idea who is Wang leader? We need y/n to know him. In the same time, we need him to keep his promise, whatever it is. In simple words, if I say Yuna is my girlfriend, Wang leader is not going to protect Yuna, and maybe he will stop protecting y/n too. Which means we have to protect Yuna and y/n together. Trust me, it will create an unnecessary problem. My 'she is not’ is saving us from working more.” Teayong doesn’t seem satisfied with my explanation but thanks Yuna, he got okay and leave with her.
Jinwoo sadly smiles at me. I know he is also worried about Yuna. I console him, “Jinwoo, I promise no harm will ever come to Yuna and y/n…..” He stops me and says, “We need to look after y/n the most. Yuna understands our world. She knowing get inside this world while y/n is naive.” I nod and chuckle, “You know, previously it was difficult to make you understand stuff, it was easier to talk Teayong, and now it is changed. All the way around.” Jinwoo understanding laugh.  
We reach her apartment door. My feeling was mess up completely. I was excited to see her, my heart was beating so fast. At the same time, I was worried about her reaction. She hates me. I know that. The egoistic part of me, don’t want to meet her. My heart was aching to know her. God, why I had to fall in love with my brother girlfriend? Jinwoo tap in the shoulder being me out of through, asking to knock the door. I control my expression, making sure I have bitch face and ready for her wrath and knock the door.
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You’re My Best Friend
(Ooh, you make me live, now honey!)
In response to this prompt from this list, sent a very long time ago now, but after giving in and asking my beta for help (the lovely @stupidsatsuma!) I was finally able to come up with something.
Rated PG-13 for occasional bad language.
AO3
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Ellie trudged up the path to Hardy’s with a yawn, thinking of the lovely dream from which her alarm had thrown her.  The specifics were fuzzy now, but she had a vague, calming sense of… peace.  Of being on vacation with someone she loved, of no responsibilities other than choosing where to go for meals.
A stark contrast to the chaos getting the boys up for school had been; she’d ultimately had to leave them to her father’s care to make it to Hardy’s on time.
She was so lost in her thoughts that it wasn’t until she was on the patio she realized that the sliding glass door was open, and what was more, Hardy was talking.
How could he already know I’m here? she wondered, only to reach the doorway and find him with his back to her, speaking to an empty room.  He was already dressed, ready to go but for his suit jacket, and stood with one hand on his hip, the other in front of him where he could peer down at the writing.
It was a pose she was greatly familiar with, though usually a room full of detectives stared back at him, rather than his furniture.
“Who can tell me what the most important job is, for police?”
Ellie leaned silently against the door frame, watching him watch the empty room.
“You are aware that walls aren’t people, right?” she finally commented, when he didn’t continue.  “They can’t actually answer.”
“Ellie!”  Hardy spun around, eyes widening as he caught sight of her.  “Bloody- is it already seven?  Sorry, just a moment.”  He folded the paper up and tucked it away, shrugging on his jacket and hurrying to the desk for his briefcase.  “Can you…” he asked vaguely, waving towards the kitchen, and she fetched the two prepared travel thermoses full of tea, pausing to remove the lid from ‘hers’ and take a few, greedy gulps, sighing softly as even just the smell of the caffeine started to work on her.
“Let’s go,” he barked, gesturing her towards the door with his trademark impatient scowl, and she moved, rolling her eyes and replacing the lid.
“All right, all right, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Ellie sighed, eyeing him speculatively as he locked the door and they started back down to her car.  “Can I ask-”
“No.”
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They traveled an hour out of town towards Bristol for what turned out to be a five minute interview.  Back in the car and on the way back to town, Hardy spent rather longer than usual complaining about the wasted time.
“All I’m saying is-”
“What were you doing?” Ellie interrupted around minute twenty-three, unable to take another second of his bitching.
“What?”
She took her eyes off the road long enough to give him her best don’t be thick with me glare – bringing the day’s total up to every significant male in her life.  And it’s only half eight.  “What were you doing when I found you at your house?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does if you’ve gone barmy.  Honestly, why were you asking your walls what our most important job is?”
Hardy grumbled for a moment, sinking deeper in his seat, but she waited him out.  “I was practicing,” he finally said quietly.
“Practicing?”
“For tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”  Ellie ran quickly through their upcoming work events, and came up with nothing other than a few budget meetings and a semi-annual sexual harassment seminar where she would have to listen for days afterwards as he ranted about stupid people unable to keep their hands to themselves.  “What’s tomorrow?”
His exasperated gaze burned a hole in the side of her head, making her flush.  “The thing, tomorrow,” he said vaguely.  “For Fred’s class.”
“What?”  She nearly slammed on the breaks in surprise, just managing to keep the car under control.  “What thing for Fred’s class?  What are you talking about?!”
“You don’t know?”  Hardy sounded surprised, but she barely noticed, frantically trying to recall anything related to Hardy, Fred, or Fred’s class.  “Sorry, Miller, I thought you did.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ellie said through gritted teeth, failing miserably at keeping the hurt feelings away.  “Explain.  Now.”
He shifted next to her, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke carefully.  “Last week, when Fred came to visit you at lunch, he wanted to talk to me, remember?”
He waited for her to nod, which she did, only vaguely remembering the instance.  For reasons unknown to her, her younger son had taken a shining to her partner, and found him absolutely hilarious.
“Anyway, what he wanted was… his class is doing a career day, and he’s asked me to come in and speak.  I was practicing my spiel when you arrived this morning.”
A lay-by was only a few yards ahead and she pulled in hard, having to stop and put the car into park before closing her eyes and leaning her forehead on the wheel, fighting back nausea and horror.  Why didn’t he ask me? her heart cried, aching, as she tried not to cry in front of Hardy.  Why didn’t he want me?
“Hey, hey, hey,” Hardy said softly, soothingly, resting his palm between her shoulder blades.  He didn’t rub, let his hand just sit there, but it helped to anchor her.  “He couldn’t ask a family member, Miller, otherwise he’d have asked you – he told me so.  It’s all right.”
“What?”  To her horror she sniffled, but he didn’t comment except to hand her an honest-to-God handkerchief.
“He wanted to ask you but it couldn’t be a relative,” he repeated.  “I don’t know why he didn’t tell you about it at all, but that’s why he didn’t ask.”
Ellie chanced a peek at him, only to find the most caring, sympathetic expression she’d ever seen on him – possibly even more so than It was Joe.  “Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped without heat, pressing her lips tightly together.
“Sorry.”  His expression didn’t change, though he removed his hand, and she gave an involuntary moue of regret at the loss of the warm touch.
“Not your fault, I suppose.”
“That’s a change.”  His lips twitched, and she reluctantly smiled back.
Clearing her throat she straightened up, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to ease some tension there.  “Erm, sorry about…” she gestured, leaving the sentence unfinished, but as always, he knew what she meant.
“S’all right.  D’you want me to drive back?”
Ellie gave two slow blinks in surprise, jaw dropping.  “That’s the first time you’ve ever offered that!”
“Well?”
“Oh, don’t be stupid,” she scoffed, putting the car in drive and checking her mirrors.  “The day I let you drive will be the day the world ends.”
She pulled out, snickering, and after a moment, Hardy groaned.  “I told you, I have no relation to that bloody actor,” he insisted, as he had often had to do.  “Besides, you’re hardly driving a Bentley.”
“I note you’re not denying being a demon,” Ellie teased, but he only huffed, crossing his arms and sitting back.
To keep from getting lost in her thoughts she turned on the radio, and it only took two notes to recognize the song.  For the second time in fifteen minutes she nearly crashed the car, this time because of laughter, but managed to keep control and sing along with the music.
”Oooh, you make me live, now, honey!”
The rest of the ride back to Broadchurch, Hardy sulked.
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At half-nine the next morning, he stopped at her desk and crossed his arms.
“D’you need something?” Ellie asked without looking up from the training video she was watching.
“Time to go.”
“Go where?”
Hardy sighed heavily.  “Please, can we not do twenty fucking questions again?  Won’t I get plenty of that soon enough?”
“Oh.  Oh!  Erm, have a good time, then,” she paused the video to smile up politely at him, wondering if he could see the dark circles under her eyes, would know that she’d cried herself to sleep the previous evening.
He nodded but didn’t move, just staring at her expectantly.
She stared back, raising her eyebrows.  “Did you need something?”
“Time to go,” he repeated, giving his trademark woe is me heavy sigh when she didn’t move.  “C’mon, shake a leg.”
“Why am I going?” Ellie asked stiffly, wondering if he was being deliberately cruel.  It wasn’t like him, though she knew if they polled the entire office, she would be the only one to think he didn’t have a cruel, nasty bone in his body.  At least, not for anyone other than murderers and the like.  Even then, it was more about justice for victims than hatred for criminals.
“You’re my partner.”  Hardy said it so matter-of-factly, with a casual shrug, that a little bit of the pain her heart eased.  “I can’t talk about my job without you – you’re half of it.”
The balloon of her hurt popped like that, deflating, and she couldn’t help a smile.  “Well, if you insist.”
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A half-dozen other family friends of Fred’s classmates had been pressed into presenting as well, but Ellie was the only guest, and stood at the back of the classroom watching.
It had been gratifying when she walked in and Fred all but tackled her, shrieking with glee to see her, and she smiled even wider to see his greeting to Hardy had been significantly tamer, though still more enthusiastic than he was at others, taking him by the hand and tugging him to the front of the room.
She’d had a vague idea before, but now, watching him interact with a classroom full of six-year-olds, it was clear that Hardy was a natural with children.  He talked with them, not at them, keeping them engaged for the entire ten-minute presentation.  Despite the heaviness of the crimes they typically investigated in CID he kept it relevant and age-appropriate, and the kids loved it, shouting out questions and answers to the point where the teacher and other guest presenters looked fairly irritated.
Eventually he was cut off, returning to the back of the room to stand next to Ellie and watch the next guest drone on about insurance.
“You did well,” Ellie murmured, earning a pleased, hopeful smile from him.
“D’you really think so?  I mean, I would certainly hope.  I don’t want to embarrass him,” he whispered back, glancing around, and she had to grin at how many of the children smiled at him and he waved back.
In an uncharacteristic show of affection given that their relationship was built on insults and distance, she took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “Really.”  Ellie smiled up at him, seeming to short-circuit his brain – his expression froze before going soft and thoughtful.
It wasn’t until they walked out of the school that she realized they were still holding hands, when they had to let go to get into the car.
“So, back to the office?”
Hardy cocked his head, surprising her with, “Why don’t we get lunch first?”
-
They ended up at a little roadside café, taking a few minutes first to stare at the menu.
Once ordered, though, Ellie felt a weird vibe, inexplicably nervous.  It’s just Hardy, she reminded herself sternly, but the butterflies in her gut refused to leave.
“So-” they started at the same time, laughing softly as the tension seemingly broke.
“Go ahead,” Hardy encouraged, folding his arms on the tabletop and leaning forward.
She grinned back, matching his posture.  “I was just going to say, you did very well.  The kids loved you, though none more than Fred.”  Her son had looked positively enamored, and she was looking forward to his recap that night at home.
“I enjoyed it.”  His tone said he was surprised, a wistful quality to it she didn’t immediately understand.  “I had to do the same for Daisy, once, when she was… oh, a wee bit older than he is.  Her classmates seemed to enjoy my presentation, but Daisy…” he trailed off, staring down at his hands, an old sadness clear on his face.  “She was embarrassed, said I didn’t do it right.  That I’d made her the laughingstock of the class.  Tess, she went to the presentation too but didn’t speak, agreed.  They both thought I was shit.”
Ellie’s heart broke for him.  She was brutally aware of what it felt like to be rejected by your child, and once again felt anger at Tess on his behalf.  “I’m sorry.  Is that why you were so nervous?”  Unthinkingly she reached out her hand, putting it halfway across the table, surprised when he settled his on top.
“Yeah.”  After a moment he rallied, looking up again and smiling.  “Never mind, all in the past.  But, really, I’m pleased he was satisfied.”
“Well, I was certainly was happy,” she teased, trying to concentrate through the warmth of his hand on hers.  “You said some awfully nice things about your partner – she sounds great.”
Hardy kept looking at her, the heat of his gaze almost enough to make her uncomfortable.  “She’s one of the best detectives I’ve ever met,” he said truthfully.
Ellie’s eyes widened, cheeks burning, and she dropped her eyes to stare at the tabletop.  “Don’t exaggerate,” she mumbled.
“It’s true.  She’s also the best friend that I’ve ever had.”
Unbidden, the lyrics to the song from yesterday flashed through her mind – on the surface it was a nice song about friendship, though one only had to listen to the lyrics to realize it was a love song.
Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had/I've been with you such a long time/You're my sunshine and I want you to know/That my feelings are true/I really love you/Oh, you're my best friend
Peeking up at him from below her lashes, she found him watching her, a strange peace on his face.  Like that her nerves disappeared, and for the first time since Joe’s arrest, she had a clear vision of her future, of what she wanted life to look like.
“You help restore my faith,” she said softly, tentatively, “whenever this world is cruel to me.”
Hardy’s expression lit like the sun, a dazzling smile appearing, and she waited with bated breath to see if her message was received, and possibly, maybe returned.
“I know I’ve gone off and left a couple times now,” he replied slowly, hand pressing hers into the table, “but I seem to keep coming back to you.”
For the second time in as many days tears pricked at her eyes, though this time, they were of happiness.
“You’re my best friend.”
It was awkward, with the table between them, but they managed to meet in the middle and share a sweet kiss, one that promised many more.
Ooh, you make me live.
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Battle of the Bands (Ch.20)
Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader
Summary: You just moved into the city for the first tie all by yourself. After you get your dream summer job working for a small magazine, you find yourself in the middle of the city’s rock festival: Battle of the Bands. Local rock bands throughout the city compete to win a record deal that could change their lives. Your job? Get close to them and write about them online.A single girl in the city surrounded by rocker boys during the summertime. What could possibly go wrong?
Words: 1107 // AO3 Link
Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen
Ramsay’s Ending (Chapter 16) Viserys’ Ending (Chapter 17) Jon’s Ending (Chapter Eighteen) Robb’s Ending (Chapter 19)
Your Ending - The Middle
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“What?” Viserys reacted. “You’re not with Ramsay? But he said—
“You’re suing the whole magazine and this was all my fault. I—
“Did Robb Stark fire you?”
“No, well—
“Why are you here?” Viserys asked. His voice was different this time. It held no anger or rage, but confusion. “Did you come for me?”
“I…I came for me,” you gave Viserys your biggest shit smile. “I didn’t come here for you.” You watched Viserys’ face turn into something sour. He huffed and shifted his stance. He opened his mouth.
“You know—
“Know what? Were you going to say something sexy and clever? Don’t worry, I’ll assume it was something to do with how slutty I am, right?” You started to walk away from the rockstar until you had something else on your mind. You stopped and turned to see Viserys still standing there, almost dumbfounded.
“Hey Viz!” you called out to him. Viserys looked back to you, meeting your eyes. “Being a slut isn’t a bad thing. Maybe you should try it sometime after all, you’re desperate for someone to fuck you, right?”
You heard him say a comment back, but it was too late. You felt the sun shine down on you like the gods themselves were proud of your embracing your active sexuality. You made your way out of the festival and back to your apartment.
A day later, you found yourself in your car with mostly everything inside. You followed your dad’s van on the highway back to your parent’s house. Your best friend was on speaker phone with you.
“I fucking forgot your hometown is literally the cutest town in the world,” Margaery said. “Are you going to work at your dad’s bookstore?”
“Yeah,” you chuckled and glanced behind you. Margaery’s truck kept most of furniture in place, but seeing Margaery behind the wheel of a vehicle twenty times her size was too funny to ignore. “He introduced me to books. He knows I love books as much as he does.”
“But would you want to stay there?”
“I don’t know,” you smiled to yourself. “I guess we’ll find out once time passes. Maybe I’ll move back into King’s City, maybe I won’t.”
“You’re not gonna quit writing are you? I really liked your articles. You’re really funny to read,” Margaery said.
“No,” you sighed. “But, there’s no newspapers hiring in my town. There’s nothing out there.”
“So make something.”
Margaery’s words stuck with you when you unpacked everything in your old room. Margaery stood with you for a week to see your hometown. You walked along the river and took a day trip to the local boardwalk where your dad’s bookshop was. Margaery particularly loved the princess-themed tea room she visited.
You both shared a sad goodbye. She went back to King’s City and you were back home. Summer turned into Fall and then December slowly crept up to you.
Working at your dad’s bookshop was a nice change. No boys were down your throat or up your ass. You found a new peace as you’re your fingers would touch the spines of the fictional characters that gave you comfort and love over all these years. You returned to your desk where the register was.
“What’s wrong kiddo?” you father asked.
“Am I making a mom face?”
“Yeah, you’re making a mom face. What’s wrong?”
You let out a loud sigh and looked out the window. “I miss writing. I guess. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll write fanfiction or something.” You chuckled to yourself. You would never write fanfiction. Fanfic writers were a special breed of sleepless, late-night suffering, burrito blanket wearing people. You admired them for everything they did, but you wanted something more.
“Do what Margie told you.”
“Make something? What? Do I write a book?”
“No, start a magazine,” your dad smiled. “You worked at one.”
“Yeah, I worked at a small magazine for a couple of months. I don’t think I’m qualified to start one.” You started shaking your head.
“Well, why not?”
“It’s-I’m just—
“I quit being a lawyer to run this shop. I love books. That was my experience. I never once worked at a bookshop before. I just loved books.” Your dad had a point. “You worked for a magazine. West Rivers doesn’t have a trendy magazine, but we could.”
An idea came to mind. It burned and it filled your stomach with joy. You grabbed your laptop and opened it. You hadn’t spoken with the Stark family in months, but, if anything, you knew deep down they were good people. You started an email telling your story and asking for advice on how to start a magazine or just how to start something.
You bit your lip down hard. Maybe they wouldn’t respond. Maybe you left everyone angry and pissed off. Why would they help you? You got the magazine sued. They probably hate you.
You took a deep breath. No, you wouldn’t let your anxiety get the best of you again. The email was sent. The worst thing they could do was never respond.
For the next two days, you decorated your home for the holidays with your mom. Lights and candles were everywhere. You switched on your mom’s Hallmark channel and stepped into the kitchen to make hot chocolate. Your phone buzzed.
Y/N,
I am soooooo happy you reached out to me! Once I heard you left, I was so sad. I really wanted to meet you. [Plus, is it weird that bran told me you were gonna reach out to me?] I’m so so so sorry for how things turned out for you. Jon and Robb can be…true Stark men sometimes. Ugh.
Jon’s in the music studio! He’s working on his first album. Robb and I still have the magazine. We didn’t get sued after all. Viserys didn’t have enough evidence to take us to court. He’s just the whiniest baby. [Sister’s pretty cool though, not gonna lie] And I spoke with Ramsay yesterday and we talked about you. He still thinks of you time to time. And he’s also going to be my personal lawyer to take my brand to the next level.
ANYWAYSSS, I would be so happy to help you start your brand! Robb told me about the cute river town you live in. I’d like to visit so we can talk face to face! Maybe sometime next year? How does that sound?
Love, Sansa Stark
You smiled and started your reply.
“Sansa, I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship. Let’s meet up next month.”
Note to Self: You can be badass all by yourself.
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I think this might be the last thing I post for a little while, but I had this mostly written and wanted to get some sick Max up.
Thank you to everyone for putting up with me the last few days, and being so sweet about it.  I’m sorry I’ve been...like this lmao. 
Anyways, Max and Teddy are below the cut, I hope you enjoy :)
The downside of working from home, Teddy has realized, is the lack of human interaction (unless, of course, he meets with his editor, or he’s doing research and interviewing people, but for the most part, he does none of that).  He’s an extrovert by nature, so not being able to talk to anybody throughout the day tends to drive him crazy fairly often.  Max knows this, of course, and makes sure to saturate him in conversation when he gets home from work.
Tonight is different, though.  Max has hardly said anything since he got home, he barely touched his dinner, and as soon as the dishes are done and the leftovers are put away, he curls up against the armrest of the couch looking pitiful.  Teddy takes a seat on the other side, and stretches out as much as he can without crowding Max.
“You’ve been quiet,” Teddy finally says, nudging him with his foot, “everything okay? How was work?”
Max forces his eyes away from the TV, and looks over at Teddy as he blinks heavily.  
“Hmm?”
“Are you alright?” Teddy frowns.  
“Oh...yeah, I’m okay...I’m just...tired.”
“Well come here, then,” Teddy says, opening his arms. Almost immediately, Max sits up and moves so he’s curled against him.  He pulls his knees to his chest, and hides his face in the material of Teddy’s shirt. “You’re warm.  Feeling okay?”
Max nods once, pauses, and then shrugs tiredly, “not sure.”
“I think you might be running a fever, M.”
“Maybe...dunno.”
“Let me up, I’m going to go grab the thermometer.”
Max sits up just enough to let Teddy up, and then slumps back into the cushions.  Teddy hovers over him, brows knitted together as his eyes search Max’s face.  
“What are you doing?” Max frowns, pushing him away.
“Shut up, I’m examining you,” he says, putting his hands on either of Max’s cheeks.
He bats his hands away, “no, you’re freaking me out. Stop.”
“I think you’re sick,” Teddy concludes, “you look like shit.”
“How’d I ever get so lucky,” Max drawls, “to wind up with somebody who flatters me as much as you?”
Teddy chuckles, “you know what I mean.  You look like you’re feelin’ bad.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Okay...well, let’s call it an early night, then. I really do think you’re sick...or at the very least coming down with something...you just look...out of it.”
“You’re offering to go to sleep at,” Max taps the screen of his apple watch, squinting as he peers at the time, “nine thirty?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so honored.”
“You should be. Now come on; go up to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Max makes his way up to the room, which feels more like a trek than it should.  His muscles feel tight, and moving, like it’s taking more of an effort than it usually does. He changes into a pair of sweats, and his favorite of Teddy’s hoodies (which are both much more comfortable than his work clothes) before he practically crawls into their bed.
He lets himself sink into the mattress, eyelids sliding shut as Teddy walks into the room.  
“I think I’ll be fine,” Max mumbles.
“Yeah?”
“Mmm...jus’needa sleep.”
“Here,” Teddy says, handing him the thermometer, “take your temp, I’m going to go change.”
Teddy has his pajama pants halfway on when he hears the faint beeping of the device, followed by a soft, “oh.”
“What is it?”
“A hundred point seven.”
“Okay...that’s not too bad at least,” Teddy says, poking his head out of their closet, “hey, you think it’s high enough that you’ll sleeptalk?”
“God, I hope not,” Max groans, “it’s embarrassing.”
“What? No, it’s the best, and I love it. It’s my favorite part.”
Max buries his face in the pillow, sniffling lightly,  The mattress dips, and Max feels Teddy cuddle up to him, spooning him from behind.  He kisses Max’s cheek before nuzzling his face in the back of his neck and wishes him goodnight.  
Teddy, manages to fall asleep not long after Max, the three hours of sleep in forty two hours finally catching up to him.  
Not two and a half hours after he falls asleep, Max bolts into a sitting position and shakes him awake.
“Teddy, you need to get up,” he says urgently.
“What? What’s wrong?” Teddy mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“The frappuccinos,” he hisses, leaning over him, face so close to Teddy’s that their noses are touching. “They’re loose, we have to get to them before the turtles do.”
Teddy bursts out laughing, “why can’t the turtles get them?”
“They’ll take over the world, Teddy,” Max says flatly, “don’t be an idiot, you already knew that.”
“I’m sorry,” he grins, “you’re right, my bad.”
Max sniffles once before he lays back on his side, and when Teddy leans over him, he’s relieved to find that he had fallen back to sleep.
Now that Teddy is awake, there’s no way he’s going to be able to go back to bed, so he settles for going down to his office to get some writing done.  
Not surprisingly, Sophia doesn’t move from the bed, and instead moves closer to Max, barking lightly.
“Sophia, shut it,” he hisses lightly, “you’re going to wake him.”
Casper stands up from where he was curled into a ball, back arching as he stretches; he yawns before offering a soft mew, and then jumps off the bed.  His tail flicks as he looks back at where Teddy is standing, giving him a bored look as he waits.  
*
Teddy is sitting at the kitchen table, empty coffee mugs littering the table behind his laptop when Max walks in.  
“Uh...what are you doing awake?”
“Mby rund...gotta take Sophia out,” he says.  The congestion has definitely set in at this point, and his voice is even raspier than it normally is.
“No,” Teddy says slowly, tilting his head to the side as his eyebrows shoot up, “you’re not going on a run this morning - you’re calling out of work and going back to bed.”
“But, I-”
“-Uh uh.  Don’t give me any shit on this.  March your ass back up to bed and I’ll be up to check on you.”
“Theodore,” He snaps.
Teddy quirks a brow, “Maxwell.”
“I’mb finde.”
Teddy stands up from the table and crosses the room to stand in front of Max.  
He slaps his palm across his forehead, “liar. Your fever is up, you’re not going on a run, you’re parking your ass in bed and getting better because you’re sick, and I’m not okay with that.”
“But Sophia-”
“I’ll take her.”
“You can’t run...your knee,” he argues weakly.
“Then I’ll walk her.  Go to bed.”
Max’s shoulders slump forward in defeat, “okay.”
“Hey,” he says gently, stroking Max’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, “how bad are you feeling?”
“Uh...pretty awful, actually.”
“Go lie down.  Call your boss, tell him you’re not able to come in.”
“I have so mbandy reports and projects due, though,” he groans, coughing into his fist.  
“They can wait,” he says, hand on Max’s back as he twists to the side, a series of sneezes ripping out of his throat and making his head throb mercilessly, “yeah, they can definitely wait.  You sound really sick, honey, I don’t think spending eight hours staring at a computer screen is going to help you feel any better.  And I’m sure your coworkers will appreciate not being infected with whatever the hell you’ve managed to catch.”
“Mby boss doesnd’t like people calli’gg out.”
“He’s just goi’gg to have to deal.  
“You mbake a combpelli’gg case,” he rasps, breath catching as he coughs into his fist.  
“Yeah, I know I do.  I’m very smart, despite what my teachers might have thought growing up.”
“And so humble.”
“Yeah, that too. Go back to bed, I’m going to grab some medicine for you, be right there.”
“I’mb just goi’gg to go to the couch,” he croaks.  
“Okay,” Teddy says, “the couch is nice, too.”
By the time Teddy has the thermometer, medicine, some water, Max is nearly asleep beneath one of their blankets, face tucked into the couch cushion.  
He looks entirely too worn out Teddy’s liking, the fever flush and red rimmed eyes with dark bruises beneath them a stark contrast to how pale he is.  
Teddy presses his palm to Max’s forehead again, which elicits an annoyed “mmmrph.”
“Don’t sleep yet.  Medicine and water, and then a phone call to work, first,” he says, putting the thermometer into his ear.
“I wandt to sleep,” he mumbles.
“Not yet, but soon,” Teddy promises, looking at the the screen of the thermometer once it beeps, “meds and then call your boss, and then you and your hundred and two degree fever can sleep.”
“Is it really that high?”
“Higher. One oh two point five,” Teddy frowns, “you must be feeling all kinds of miserable, huh?”
Max nods, rubbing at his nose. He does, he definitely does. His head aches, his throat aches, his body aches everywhere. He’s stuffy, and dizzy, and feels too fuzzy and out of it for his liking. He just feels so aggressively awful, and he’s glad that Teddy didn’t let him go on the run, because that would have absolutely ended terribly.
As soon as Teddy takes Sophia out, Max calls out of work and promptly falls back asleep.
He comes back from taking Sophia out, and as soon as he unclips her harness, she takes off into the living room, and Teddy finds her curled up on the couch with her head resting on Max’s legs.  
*
Teddy is sitting on the couch in his office, when his door open, and blanket-caped Max climbs into his lap, coughing as he does so.
“Good afternoon,” Teddy says gently, wrapping his arms around Max, “you slept for a while, how are you feeling?”
Max groans and hides his face in Teddy’s chest, “bad.”
“Yeah? Can I do anything?”
“Combe cuddle.”
“I can do that.  Do you want anything to eat? Some toast, maybe?”
“Ndo.”
“You’re going to have to eat eventually.”
“Ndo I wond’t.”
Teddy laughs lightly, “you want me to humor you?”
“Please.”
“Okay,” he grins, “how about we go nap for a little while, and then try some food when you wake up?”
“That’s ndot humbori’gg mbe,” Max grumbles, gripping Teddy’s shirt.
“I’ll only humor you to a point. You’ve had a fever all day, you need to eat at least a little.”
“I guess.”
“Let’s go up to bed,” Teddy suggests.
“Good idea,” Max sniffles, eyelids drooping.
“I thought so,” Teddy grins, rubbing his back, “come on.”
Max stands up, swaying as he rubs his eyes sleepily.
“I feel like shit...thank you for mbaki’gg mbe call out of work.”
“I’m glad you did...and now you have the rest of the weekend to try and kick the worst of it.”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbles, pulling the blanket over his mouth as he coughs.  
“Oh...that doesn’t sound great,” Teddy grimaces, putting a hand on his lower back as they walk up to their room.
“It sounds worse thand it feels,” Max mumbles, “but it doesnd’t feel great.”
Teddy makes a sad whining noise at the back of his throat, “I’m sorry you feel so awful...but you look real cute, if that helps anything.”
“I look disgusti’gg,” he mutters, sniffling once before stifling a series of sneezes towards the floor, “ow.”
“Don’t do that, you’ll just hurt yourself.”
Max climbs into bed, rubbing at his nose as Teddy climbs in next to him.  
“I’mb sorry if I get you sick.”
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, I just want you feeling better. Now close your eyes and sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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GGGG nice, thanks. This was hella fun to write haha
This one is Fucking Art Majors. AKA Roommate/coffeeshop AU. Connor is a tired boi and he deserves to sleep.
Word count: 1074
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Nerves
Since Sawyer started plugging the coffeehouse in their orientation spiels—and started bringing the other leaders by—the place has been packed. It has Jordan in a frenzy to improve the menu and hire more of us to keep up. We have two registers now, and I’m able to stay in the kitchen while someone else deals with the actual people in line.
I’m pretty much an expert on making cake pops and pies by now.
I drag my feet on the way to the bare-bones break room. It’s just a few chairs, a table, a fridge, and a microwave at this point. Jordan’s doing his best to balance everything out. I’ve seen how he plans to renovate the space and make it more comfortable.
My phone pings, another snap from Dominic, no doubt.
One of his instructors helped him woo a gallery in Seattle to show his art and offer it for sale. He went up there with Sawyer for the opening, and I’m not actually sure when they’ll be back. Sometime next week, probably.
I drop into a chair to check, yes, another message from Dominic.
Someone actually bought one!!
The caption sits over a picture of him and Sawyer pointing at one of his paintings. He put a lot of work into it, I’m glad it’s paying off. I tell him as much, though I don’t send a picture.
I just have another hour or so until I’m out for the day, and I’m sure I’m a mess by now. A mess, exhausted, ready to go pass out in the empty apartment. I hate working in the afternoon.
He doesn’t answer. I assume he’s busy talking up his pieces or avoiding doing that, so I fool around on my phone until my break ends.
I swap with Jaqi, who always looks for an excuse to be in the kitchen, and Rachel has me making drinks for the last two hours before I head home. Rachel’s good at her job, and it makes me glad I didn’t apply for the shift manager position.
I have Sawyer’s number dialed before I get the door to the apartment closed behind me. They pick up on the third ring, just as I drop onto the couch.
“Hey, you!” they crow. They never sound tired over the phone, though they always sound it and look it in person. It makes me smile. “How was work?”
“Long,” I mutter. I sit up a little straighter and try again. “Not bad, though. What’s going on up there?”
“I got bored after staring at every painting six million times, so I’m kinda hanging out at the hotel.” They sigh, then laugh. “Dominic’s on his way back now. I think we’re gonna go explore.”
“You’re having fun, then?”
“It’s pretty nice. I’m getting a lot of work done.”
It’s not a yes, but I guess it isn’t really a no either. I probably shouldn’t press it. At least they can relax enough to write.
“That’s good. And Dominic? Has he curled up into a ball of nerves yet?”
“Oh, god,” they giggle. It brings a smile to my face. “You should have seen him. People asking about symbolism and meanings. He just talks about color theory and the technical stuff.”
Of course he does.
“Well, that’s what he tells me when I ask why he’s doing something.” I lounge back and can’t help my grin. “He just thinks—”
“—It’ll look cool!” Sawyer finishes. “Yeah. Sometimes a painter just wants to fuck around with color and perspective.”
We laugh and chatter for a few more minutes about the gallery, the coffeehouse, the Space Needle, until Dominic shows up. He takes the phone, tells me to do the dishes before he gets back, and the two of them hang up so they can wander around Seattle.
I try to stay awake, I really do. I tell myself to at least get to eight, that I can sleep then, but I’m too tired. I end up in bed around 5:30.
I’m not sure how long I end up being able to sleep before my phone goes off.
I struggle upright, disoriented, and slap at the side table. It’s Dominic’s ringtone, so I actually consider ignoring it.
When I manage to find my phone, though, I answer and press it to my ear.
“What?” I mumble.
“Hey, listen, I know it’s late, I was just calling to see—” I lose the thread of what he’s saying after that. He talks in a jumble, too fast, and I can’t concentrate on what he’s saying. Something about coffee. When he stops, I close my eyes and try to piece it back together.
I sigh.
“Can you say that again? Slower?”
“Oh, sorry, yeah, I just wanted to know if you maybe knew how much coffee is, like, too much coffee?” He pauses. “As in a lethal amount?”
I try to think. I’m pretty sure I looked it up once, just to know. It was some huge number. Coffee for days. But Dominic sounds genuinely worried, so I don’t bother looking up the exact figure.
“Too much for a person to drink, I think. Is that all?”
He breathes a heavy sigh of relief and laughs. I can’t believe he woke me up at—I check my phone—okay, it’s only nine, but I still can’t believe he woke me up for something he could have looked up himself.
“I’ve been thinking about it, and I had probably thirty cups of coffee today,” he explains. “I started to panic, you know, because it would just be my luck if I caffeined myself into a coma right when I get an art showing. I didn’t want to bother Sawyer—you know how they get when they’re writing.”
I smile weakly. Yeah, I know how they get. They probably wouldn’t even hear him if he tried to get their attention. I guess I can give him the benefit of the doubt, considering I’m normally awake pretty late.
“Yep.” I give him a second to say something, but he doesn’t. “I’m gonna head back to bed if that’s cool with you.”
“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?”
I smile.
“Nah. You’re fine.” I try to stifle a yawn, but it doesn’t do much good. “Get some rest, alright?”
“Yeah, alright.”
I accept that and a good night before I hang up. I know he’s not going to sleep, but I sure as hell am.
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