#i held a pencil for more than 30 minutes today i see the light

[letoscrawls]

He's fun to draw 🕷️

[gingersnaaps]

at your window

hanahaki: the fictional disease where a person, afflicted by unrequited love, grows flowers in their lungs and stomach. unless the love is reciprocated, the disease will grow fatal. there's one workaround, though - one that issei matsukawa is very interested in: the plant can be physically removed.

wc: ~3.8k

tags/tw's(PLEASE PLEASE READ): n*fw, masturbation only(no sex), stalking, snuff, gore, blood, yandere!matsukawa, sorta necro(attraction but not sex), noncon filming, fem!reader but no mention of genitals

a/n: for @suedebunn's april showers collab // this is the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written and i spent way too long on it. it's supposed to lean towards horror?

i don't want minors interacting with my content

March 8th, 2013

[12:47 am]

The longer Issei sits outside your window, the harder it becomes to stop himself.

His face is pressed up against the dusty glass pane, peering inside at the outline of your sleeping body, and he finds that he can’t help but fixate on it. You look so peaceful, so tranquil, completely at rest as your mind flits between the shadowy realms that dreams inhabit.

He wonders what kind of wonderland you’re in right now - if it’s cotton-candy pink and delightful, just like you, or dark and hazy and spun with danger.

You’d look beautiful in any setting, he thinks, and finds his hand inadvertently drifting downwards.

His gaze rakes over the rise and fall of your chest, taking in the flashes of bare skin where your sheer nightgown rides up, his breath catching as his palm glides over his clothed cock. The friction feels so good - there’s no question that he wants this, needs this - and he wastes no time unzipping his pants and reaching in to free his dick. He doesn’t need to fantasize much, not when you’re mere feet away, instead making sure he sears every detail of your sleeping form into his mind: your fluttering eyelashes, your shallow breaths, the soft glow of your skin in the moonlight.

Issei quickens his pace, stroking up and down the shaft of his cock with purpose, thumb flicking over the slit. His breath huffs against the glass, clouding the surface until it’s dripping with condensation, but he still sees you as clear as day in his mind even as the real image of you blurs. You’re blissed out and relaxed, shoulders free of tension, your lips curving slightly into a smile.

He closes his eyes, rolling his head back as he works his cock, every single brush of his fingers leaving him twitching with sensitivity. You look like an angel, picture-perfect and frozen in time and consciousness, as if you were a framed picture or a museum exhibit preserved just for Issei to admire. Just for Issei. He lets out a quiet groan at the thought as he cums, his hips stuttering and cock jerking up.

You turn over fitfully in your sleep.

Looking down at the cum dripping off his fingers, he wants nothing more than to crawl in through your window and wipe it on your face. It’s an unmistakable mark of ownership, a sign that you belong to him alone, but he hesitates. He’s a bit of a shy guy, you see.

He can wait.

-

March 14th, 2013

[10:01 pm]

He has to conceal himself a bit better tonight than he would on his normal visits. This time, he’s a bit early, and you’re still awake.

His back is up against the siding of your house, right beside your window, but he can still see you in the periphery of his vision. You’re sitting at your desk, bathed in the warm light of your desk lamp, hunched over some math worksheet and scribbling furiously with the pencil in your hand.

Forget the moon; you glow even prettier as the world around you fades to dark.

Just like every other night, he takes in every detail meticulously. Your hair is messier than it was the previous day - maybe you hadn’t washed it in a while? He doesn’t mind, because it’s endearing when you’re messy and imperfect, barefaced in your pajamas, a little rough around the edges.

He thinks it’s similar to the way you’d look after being fucked stupid, if he closed his eyes and tried to picture you being ruined.

Issei tries very hard to ignore the way his cock strains in his pants at the thought.

-

March 23, 2013

[11:30 pm]

The mild spring breeze carries the sweet scent of fresh blossoms and green grass, leaving behind the wintry chill that he had to shiver through each night to be at your side - well, as close by your side as he could get.

These little visits have become a part of his life now, as ingrained as waking up in the morning or eating three times a day. It’s comforting for him to watch you from his spot outside your window each night, admiring you as you go about your nighttime routine, puttering from your desk to your bathroom to your bedroom.

He’s started to take some pictures, maybe even a shaky, pixelated video or two, just to tide him over when he’s alone by himself. They’re no replacement for the real thing, obviously, but it’s enough for him to be able to carry around a reminder of the way you look and sound all the time, even if it’s just a shadow of what you’re like in person. He’ll scroll through his camera roll, fingers trembling with excitement, hissing as he brings his hand down to stroke at his cock.

It’s always better in person, though. He sees you more clearly, hears the sound of your voice muffled through the walls, and most of all, he’s closer to you.

Issei likes to make it last, likes to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, so he always starts off with slow, gentle, pumps, gliding up and down his cock with his index finger and thumb curled into a circle. It’s honestly a miracle how you haven’t noticed yet, because he always tends to lose himself after he starts.

Face pressed close against the window in order to get the best view possible, his warm huffs of breath cloud up the cold glass as he strokes himself faster. His eyes rolling back into his head, his two digits of measured stimulation give way quickly to full, hard, pumps of his cock until soft moans start to spill from his mouth.

It’s hard to resist when you’re right there.

Tonight, you’re sprawled out on your bed, phone held above your face as you chat with your friend on video call. You’re shaking with laughter at some silly joke your friend’s telling, head thrown back and chin tilted upwards, face shining with joy, and he suddenly feels a warm, warm feeling of arousal course through him.

Seeing you happy turns him on, makes his cock so hard even though he just came minutes prior.

The sound of your voice carries through the walls, carefree and bright, chattering on and on about some assignment - or maybe it’s a complaint about the teacher, he’s not too sure - and he smiles contentedly at your silly little worries. Too cute, really.

You suddenly cough.

It’s an ugly sound, dry and strangled, and he cringes at the way your body tenses up and shakes. The coughing fit feels far longer than it actually is; every second of your hacking and wheezing is compounded by the panic gripping him. He watches, helpless, as your face turns ashen and grey, his heart seizing with dread and pounding in his chest.

It’s over as quickly as it begins.

You smile weakly, brushing it off as you apologize to your friend, but he can’t shake the uneasy feeling that settles at the pit of his stomach. He tugs up his pants, bare thighs and dick feeling awfully exposed in the night wind, and scurries back home. Maybe another night, then.

-

April 1st, 2013

[12:09 am]

You’re not in your room today.

Issei leans his head against the cold glass of your windowpane, hands shoved into his jacket, his mind clouding at the edges and overrun with possibilities. He doesn’t recall seeing you making plans with friends the previous night, and there’s not much you could be really doing right now - you have no boyfriend, no plans that he knows of, no real reason to just be gone.

He’s always thought of himself as a calm person. He doesn’t fall victim to temporary urges and flights of emotion the same way that Oikawa or Iwaizumi might, doesn’t do anything reckless on whims he knows will disappear just hours later.

But there’s just something about you that always makes him lose himself, isn’t there?

The window is fogged up with condensation, obscuring his view inside your room. He reaches out the sleeve of his jacket, wiping away the dew clinging to the surface, and squints as he tries to make out the scene in the dim lighting.

On the floor, awash in a pool of moonlight, lies a yellow flower petal spattered with blood.

-

April 4th, 2013

[4:46 am]

Issei’s not stupid.

He knows what the flower petal means, knows what your sickness means. He’s read about it in books, heard the tales from his parents friends, the whispered legends and hushed myths that make one thing clear:

You belong to someone else.

It’s a thought that fills him with revulsion. You already have Issei; is he not enough for you? Are you such a whore that his devotion falls short of what you’re so clearly greedy for?

He’s stopped restricting himself to just his nightly visits. They’re not enough, not when he can’t seem to go five minutes without his thoughts inevitably drifting to you - you in your fluttery, sheer nightgown, lying in your bed, your frame growing sicker and frailer as the blood drains from your cheeks and your coughing fits grow more frequent.

You can hide it from the prying eyes of your friends at school, from your teachers, even from your parents(as long as you make sure to roll your eyes a few times and lean into that murky, illusory persona of teenage angst), but here in your bedroom, your sanctuary, all your vulnerabilities crawl out and bubble to the surface, bared to your four off-white walls and his eyes only.

You can’t hide this from Issei; not the symptoms, and certainly not the disease.

He sets his alarm every day early enough to hear the nighttime croaking of frogs, the shrill, insistent chirping of cicadas, hours before the sky bleeds daylight, making his way over to your house. He stands outside, silent, his fingers pressed up against the window.

He doesn’t know why he goes anymore. You look ugly when you’re sick. Your healthy complexion has given way to grey, and his dick goes limp every time he tries to jerk himself off. It’s a reminder of the fact that he can’t ever have you the way he used to dream about: lively, healthy, and wholly devoted to him and him alone.

At this point, the pictures and videos of you are the only thing he has left, a pitiful reminder of everything you used to be. He has no use for those other girls from porn sites online, or even the scantily clad social media posts of his classmates. Issei only wants you, but you aren’t quite who you used to be, and every time he trudges home after staring through that stupid window, there’s always a bitter aftertaste in his mouth that makes his blood curdle.

It’s not that he’s jealous, exactly. He doesn’t really give a fuck who you’re pining after, because it’s you he cares about. He wants to own you, to possess your body, mind, and soul, wants you to end up at his side one day, acknowledging him with tears brimming in your lovely eyes, voice raw and hoarse as you chant thank you Issei, thank you, thank you for watching over me, Issei, i’m yours, Issei, i love you, Issei

Maybe it’s no wonder he can’t stop thinking about you.

-

April 19th, 2013

[11:52 pm]

He finds you passed out on the floor, surrounded by crumpled piles of faded carnation petals. They’re a sickly yellow, browning at the edges, tinged with blood and vomit and spit. It’s a scene straight out of a movie, illuminated by the waning moon, the cold, pale, uneven light casting shadows that dance across your body.

-

April 24th, 2013

[2:03 am]

Issei is nothing if not a practical man. If there’s a problem, he’s going to fix it.

He’s had enough of waiting, anyway.

-

April 25th, 2013

[12:00 am]

He’s never actually been inside your room before. It’s eerily quiet, save for your shallow, rapid breaths, all outside noises absorbed by the walls and curtains. It almost feels like he’s dreaming as he makes his way over to your bedside, his shadow stretching and bending in the distorted light like those funhouse mirror reflections.

Your lips are parted slightly, mouth agape as if in waiting, and he can’t help but run a finger along your cracked, ashen lips.

Issei shivers.

He’s never been quite so close to you before. It’s almost anticlimactic, the way he ends up at your side. He won’t lie; he had been hoping for a different ending, one with more sunshine and roses, one where you’d be smiling happily by his side as he tenderly holds your hand.

But he can’t change the way things are, and he’s more than willing to make the best of what he’s got.

He doesn’t have any surgical tools that might’ve been more fitting, but he supposes a kitchen knife - one he’d sharpened just yesterday - should work well enough. He runs a finger along the back of the gleaming metal, admiring the way it glints, brilliant and blinding, even in the midst of the dim room.

The old, worn, bed creaks beneath him as he climbs carefully on top of you, straddling your torso, taking care not to place too much pressure on your body. He reaches out to caress your face, brushing a loose strand of hair aside as he appraises you. In sickness, you were nowhere near as beautiful as you were before, but your proximity almost makes up for it; Issei can feel your heart thrumming beneath your skin, can feel the huff of your breath on his hand as your chest rises and falls.

He almost regrets having to do this.

Bringing the blade up to your chest, he begins to cut through your paper-thin nightgown. As the fabric rips, it falls to either side to reveal your chest, and his breath catches. The soft curve of your tits are stained with red, little green buds of growth peeking out from your chest and between your ribs. Blood blooms across your skin, thorns and stems pricking out from the smooth surface of your skin, standing out in stark relief as the sick, twisted, unnatural growth threatens to burst out of your body.

He flutters his fingers along your delicate skin, trailing gentle touches down your stomach, completely absorbed in the way you look and feel.

So absorbed, in fact, that he almost doesn’t notice the way you tense, eyes blinking awake, as pain lances through your body.

Issei’s quick, though - far quicker than you, at least, and by the time you open your mouth to scream, fear catching in your throat, he shoves a large hand over your mouth to muffle any of the unpleasant noises that threaten to spill out.

“Shh,” he whispers, voice hoarse and foreign in his own chest. He’s not used to speaking to you. “If you don’t hold still, it’s going to hurt even more.”

You freeze in terror at the implications of his words, eyes catching on the blade pointed at your chest. There’s a sudden urge to lash out, to fight back - but it quickly passes. You’re not stupid.

You know that he’s far stronger than you, far faster, and as his calm, remorseless gaze latches onto your body, you realize very quickly that any resistance would be futile.

He begins his work as soon as he feels you go limp beneath him. You’re still trembling slightly, shivering from both the fear and the cold, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. You’re still not sure who he is; maybe you’ve caught a glimpse or two of him in your classes in the past, but for the most part, he’s still a complete stranger.

Issei, on the other hand, knows you very well.

As the knife slips beneath your soft flesh, your bed quickly turns into a sea of scarlet, of vermilion and ruby, of wine-red blood that grows from a trickle to a stream to a rushing, spurting mess that stains your sheets and spills onto the floor. He can feel the spatters of your blood on his face, his clothes, can see the periphery of his vision growing red as the blank, white walls turn crimson.

He finds it’s a bit difficult to hold himself back.

Cutting you up feels like catharsis to him. He’s never seen you quite like this before, but he thinks this version of you looks very pretty, your eyes rolling back into your head, your chest shaking uncontrollably as he rips his knife through your flesh over and over again. A small, barely audible whimper slips from your lips, and he feels a shuddering mix of pleasure and revulsion wash over him.

The stark white of your bone peeks through the ripped, bloody mess. Perhaps he’s finally gone far enough.

There’s no slit or hole for him to find - he wasn’t quite so careful - but he reaches a hand in to dig around at what used to be your stomach, and begins to pull out the flowers from the roots. They’ve spread to your lungs, climbed almost all the way up your throat, the green stems and yellow flowers twisting and threading between your organs and ribs. He removes them one by one, meticulous and careful, tossing them aside as he searches and prods and kills every last trace of your disease.

The lungs are by far the hardest for him, the branches of tissue packed densely with blood vessels and capillaries, and he has to pry the clusters apart to remove the growth that’s embedded itself within the organ.

If you think about it, he’s really doing you a favor.

A wave of relief courses through him when he’s finally finished. It’s unfortunate that it had to end this way, with your face screwed permanently into that pained, tortured expression, but it’s nothing he can’t fix - he brings a bloody finger up and adjusts your features until they resemble something slightly more pleasant.

There’s no heartbeat anymore, he realizes, no rhythm thrumming and pulsing beneath your skin.

He climbs off of you awkwardly, swinging his legs back over the bed. The quilt, pooled around your ankles, is still remarkably clean considering what the rest of the room had been through, and he pulls the soft, white cover over your mangled body until it comes up to your chin.

If he moves backwards a little and squints, it’s almost like you’re still asleep.

And if he tries really hard, uses his imagination to fill in the gaps and blot out the unnecessary bits, the blood smeared on your cheeks and lips almost seems like makeup, covering up that ugly, ashen complexion from your sickness, like a rosy imitation of what he used to find so beautiful.

Maybe it’s all in his mind, but he thinks you really do look better dead than sick.

He knows it’s not right.

He knows he shouldn’t.

He also can’t quite bring himself to care.

Cursing softly under his breath, he hand wanders until it finds the growing outline of the bulge in his pants. It feels so good to do it right in front of you, especially when you look better than he’d seen you in weeks(as long as he sort of squints), and he shudders with pleasure as he palms his cock slowly.

He usually likes to hold back a little, but there’s really no point this time - it’s the last time he’ll ever be this close to you, so he might as well make the best of it, right?

His cock is rock hard and dripping with precum by now, straining with arousal against the pressure of his fist, gliding and stroking along his curved, thick length until he begins to feel that warm heat coiling in his stomach. He kind of wishes that you were still alive to see him jerking off to your perfect face, pumping his cock desperately as he fixates on the fake blush of your skin. It’s almost exactly how you look before you fell sick - minus the gore splattered on your sheets, of course - as long as he pretends that you’re still breathing, that your pulse is still thrumming steadily beneath those soft, white quilts.

He fists his cock a bit faster, rhythm increasing as he feels his balls growing heavier, his dick flushed and desperate for release. Although he’s sad that you’d never be able to fully participate, he supposes it’s for the best.

Better dead than hung up on someone else, right?

As he turns his gaze back onto the flowers he’d ripped out from your chest cavity, he feels a perverse burst of pleasure coursing through him. He can’t help but feel proud of the way he’s made everything right, how he’d gotten rid of that annoying little crush you’d been harboring for weeks. If he closes his eyes, he can almost see the way you’re thanking him from the afterlife, tears of gratitude and joy in your eyes at the freedom he’s finally given you.

Issei finishes with a low, pleasured, groan, his cum spilling into his waiting hand as he strokes himself through his orgasm. It’s one of the strongest orgasms he’s had in quite some time, and he can’t help but think it’s the commemoration you deserve.

As the blood rushing in his eardrums slows, the hazy, uncertain world around him seems to stop spinning, and he feels himself being pulled back down from his high. If he strains his senses, he can hear the nighttime din through your walls, quiet and ever-present. He looks outside, the streetlamps flickering dimly, staring off into the inky stillness of the star-lit night.

Funny that he’s finally on the other side of your window.

Maybe he should leave you one last present.

-

April 26th, 2013

[9:00 am]

When they find you in your bed the next morning, your mother screams and your father cries.

They never saw it coming, did they? You were a good girl, someone who always did what they were supposed to do, said what others told them to say, acted exactly how they expected you to. Never got yourself into the slightest hint of trouble.

It’s a horrific scene: their precious daughter, limbs mangled and organs torn up, stomach and chest cut wide open as if straight from a horror movie. The room seems to swirl with hostility, and the four walls, once your sanctuary, had turned into an image of brutal, bloody, violence - with your body as the centerpiece.

It’s not until they step closer that they realize the dried, white, glaze on your face is cum.

[ickymichi]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

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✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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⇢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ...ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ.

⇢ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ x ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ! ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇx-ғɪᴀɴᴄᴇs!ᴀᴜ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇsᴛᴏʟᴏᴠᴇʀs

**A/N: There are errors! Please ignore them! This chapter is a little awkward(imo), but it’s just laying down the foundation but it will pick up.  (Word Count: 4.9K)

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《 PAST 》

Y/N:

“So we’re partners?” I said, sitting down at the empty desk. I glanced over at the quiet boy sitting beside me. His head was down and he focused his attention on the black sheet of paper in front of him. 

Maybe he was shy? I couldn’t be sure, but what I did know was that I wasn’t planning on slacking off. 

They say your freshman year of high school will determine the rest of your years and I will not get off to a bad start. I was already a push-over in middle school, letting myself get tricked into doing all the work. But I am entering high school with a new confidence. I will keep my head high and speak up when I feel wronged. 

“Your name is Namjoon right?” I called softly. I leaned over, trying to catch his eye. I knew he could hear me, seeing him side eye me momentarily. He finally lifts up his head and looks my way, showing a shy smile. 

As I finally got a good look at him, I couldn’t help but smile. He has high cheekbones, kind eyes that were behind thick circular glasses and his hair is jet black, brush forward and covering his forehead. There are a few pimples on his face, but he’s a cute guy. 

“Hi.” He says quietly, his ahead falling back to his desk. He’s shy. I can’t help but giggle, noticing his eyes widen at me. My giggles stop short, my eyes also widening. 

“I’m not laughing at you or anything!” I rush out, “I just think you’re...cute.” My giggles start up again, a blush growing throughout his face.

“I’m Y/n.” I stretch my hand out and he shakes it briefly. He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the teacher.

“Alright! I gave you some time to get familiar with your partner! Don’t worry you’ll have time to talk some more! They will be your writing partner for the rest of the school year!” The teacher gives everyone a big smile before turning back to the board. 

I settle into my seat, leaning back into the chair and smiling. I can’t help but glance over at the shy boy was didn’t speak much.

《 PRESENT 》

This is cruel. This is unforgiving and devilish. Why should I have to see Kim Namjoon again, let alone work for him?

My gut was telling me to turn down this job, and it wasn’t wrong. I shouldn’t be here. It should have been someone else. Fate couldn’t be this cruel. It just couldn’t. I thought I could have gone another 10 years before I had to lay my eyes on that man again. 

I lean my head against the cold metal wall of the elevator. I watched the elevator doors close, leaving me to stare at my own reflection. It’s now day 2. Only 238 more days till this contract is over. I can’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous this situation is. 

I finally reach for and press the button for the 23rd floor, the elevator pings and shifts as it went upwards. 

I didn’t let my emotional breakdown yesterday stop me. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up and walked back into the office, doing the work that was expected of me. I am grateful that I didn’t have to see Mr. Kim again till he was leaving his office for the day. He didn’t spare a look my way.

Maybe he doesn’t recognize me? How much can a person change in 3 years? Or he counts our time together as a different phase of life? He probably doesn’t see the need to mention the elephant in the room. Rather let sit there, and bother both of us. He thinks it bothers me more and if he does, he’s right.

Today I wore a long sleeved mustard yellow blouse that was tucked in into my black and white houndstooth pattern pencil skirt. It’s not a look I usually go for, but I wanted anything to distract from the dread that was clear on my face. The outfit was cute and the colors worked wonderfully, so I praise myself for that.

 I looked down at my peach-nude heels and thanked god that it matched. I was practically a zombie as I walked out the house today. I couldn’t remember what shoes I put on. My hair was down and I kept my make-up natural. 

My purse hung on my shoulder, only carrying my schedule book for Mr. Kim, my phone, keys and wallet. The elevator dinged once more, and the doors slid open to show the pearl white walls. It’s day two. Another fresh start. The past doesn’t matter here. Just work performance. 

I stepped through the doors and started down the hallway. As I hear the clicking of my heels, my nervousness vanishes. I am simply an assistant. As long as Mr. Kim plays it cool, so should I. He doesn’t owe me anything. 

“Good morning.” I called as I walked in. My words stopped short as I realized that Sana wasn’t there. I look at the watch on my wrist. It’s twenty to eight. I guess I am a bit early, but that’s better than late. Most employees don’t start coming in till about 8:30. Mr. Kim arrives somewhere between 8 am and 8:30am.

I grab my schedule book and set my bag under the desk. I wasn’t too out of it yesterday to forget to write my to-do list. I turn on the computer and my desk and look through my email to find the needed documents. I want to have them done before anyone else can get in my way. 

I sent the documents to the printer and soon found myself moving back and forth in the office. I walk through the double doors that lead to the cubicles of the employees and go to the copy room. I’m making copies and finding folders to pack them into. It didn’t feel strange with it being just me in the office. 

It feels better to work in silence, with less people around me.  After printing, copying and organizing all the documents, I made my way towards the empty conference room and spread the folders out. 

Mr. Kim has a meeting with some employees about the books that were to be published in the next 3 months. That meeting is followed by another meeting on authors to sign with. I printed and copied the documents for the second meeting. I took those folders back with me. They were stacked in my arms, and blocked my view. 

I managed to waltz into the lobby area and to my desk just before they started slipping out of my hands. I grabbed the empty white box that once held my belongings and dropped the folders in there.

I stood up straight, smoothing my skirt and reaching for my schedule book on what to do next.

I took a seat and started sending out emails. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps approaching, Heels clicked in a speedy matter, the jiggling of keys mimicking the quick movement. Sana comes around the corners in sand colored dress pants and an ivory white blouse. Her keys are in her hands and her bag is clutched in the other hand. 

“Oh you’re here!” She wails, through her hands up as if saying thank you to a higher power.

“I forgot I’m not the only secretary anymore.” She mutters as she walks towards the desk. I resume typing up the emails, giving Sana a pointed look as she plopped into her seat. 

“Sana, get in the habit of coming in early. I was able to do the needed work for the morning on my own, but it won’t always be like that.” 

She nods, still catching her breath, “Or course! I don’t want to slack off! I want to learn from you.” She lazily tosses her bag on the floor and switches her computer on. Her acrylic nails tap against the desk as she hums a tune to herself.

“Let me help prepare the meeting docu--”

“Done.” I deadpan. She narrows her eyes at me and a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips.

“Seriously?” She was in disbelief.

“Yes,” I answered, sparing a glance.

“And the deadline emails?” She questioned, leaning over to sneak a glance at my computer screen. 

“That’s what I am doing now.” 

“Wow, Y/n! You’re killing it!” 

I try to keep from rolling my eyes, “The sooner you do things, the smoother they run. Once Mr. Park arrives, I’m going to get the financial report of the previous quarters and make copies for the meeting with Jung Hoseok of Jung Funding.”

“That meeting isn’t till 3.” Sana points out like I’d forgotten.

“Do we have to wait till 2 pm to get started on that?” I raise my eyebrows at her as she shakes her head no. 

“Exactly.” I answer back. 

“What if Mr. Kim changes something at the last minute?” She leans back in her seat, a grimace appearing on her lips while she looks off to the side. She must have dealt with something like that previously. 

I sigh, “Then we just go with it. It happens, there is nothing that can be done about it.” 

I press send on the last email, check the time on the computer. It’s 8:20 am. Mr. Kim should be on his way in--

“Get started on the documents for the first meeting. It’s been moved up 30 minutes.” His voice cut through the lobby like a knife. The light weight atmosphere created by small talk was stepped on by his demanding presence. 

“They have been completed sir.” I stood up from my seat as he walked in, walking like he was taking a stroll in the park. 

His steps stop, and he puts both hands into the pocket of his pants. His outfit today was missing the coat. He wore a white dress shirt with a dark grey vest and pants that matched. He kept his head down, giving us a view of his profile.

I try to ignore the pounding in my ears as I stare at him, waiting to hear what he says. I work to keep my breathing under control since it felt like my heart slamming itself against my rib cage.

“You’ve done that already?” 

“Yes sir--”

“And the paperwork for the potential authors meeting?”

“That is done as well.” I answered back, keeping my tone neutral while giving a friendly smile. I hope it didn’t look as stiff as it felt. 

He doesn’t say anything else and trods into his office. 

“He was totally looking for something to be angry about.” Sana says in an annoyed tone.

I don’t reply but sit back down in my seat, sorting through emails. I can’t be sure how much time goes by before I hear footsteps coming down the hallway. This time it’s accompanied by chatter and laughter. The sounds get louder and a big group of employees turn the corner. 

Did they all wait to come up at the same time? There were about 9 of them. They were chatting among themselves but it seems there was on person who was the center of all that talk. A man I haven’t seen before.

“Mr. Park?” I called out. It was a guess, but I wasn’t left feeling stupid as the man stops mid laugh, He looks around then meets my questioning expression. The two women that stood around didn’t hide their glares. I ignored them, looking at my computer screen for a moment before standing up from my seat.

“Good morning Mr. Park, I am--”

“Y/n L/n.” He cuts me off, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Wow. What a good looking man. He must be a charmer, and with how the women of the office flock around him...he’s trouble. His hair was jet black and parted to the side and slicked back. He wore a sharp black suit with a white dress shirt underneath.

He carried a suitcase that he handed to one of the women that were clinging to him. The woman gladly takes it.

“You’re the new administrative assistant right? I’ve heard a lot.” He says while flirtatious light comes to his eyes. I don’t miss the way his eyes move along my face and body. His attention is brought back up to my eyes and he smiles innocently like he wasn’t just checking me out. 

“I need the financial reports for the last eight quarters. If you could please gather that up and email it to me.” I sat back down to grab a sticky note, jotting down my email and holding it out. 

He takes slow steps towards the desk, and since my patience is short this morning, I simply stick the note to the desk surface. 

When he takes the note from the desk, I can feel his eyes on me. I look up from the computer screen to see the smile on his lips widen.

“I am Park Jimin, but you can call me Jimin.” 

I exhale, taking my hands off the keyboard and leaning back in my seat, “Mr. Park, I need those reports quickly.” 

“Don’t let his smile fool you, Mr. Park is not a man to get wrapped up in.” Sana mutters from beside me. I noticed the women that were glaring at me earlier entering into the employees area, through me another stank look before letting the doors close behind them. More employees were slowly making their way in for work, not of them batting an eye at Mr. Park who was leaning against the desk. 

“It takes a lot more to fool me than a smile.” I said to Sana. 

“You heard her Mr. Park, you’d be wasting your time.” Sana jeers. Mr. Park doesn’t acknowledge her words at all, only slowly stepping away from the desk then turning around to walk into the employees area.

“Looks like Mr. Park has set his eyes on you.” Sana says, still looking through some paperwork.

“That doesn’t feel like a good thing.” I sneer. 

She chuckles, “It’s not.” 

The next hour goes by smoothly. Not instructions or emails from Mr. Kim and Mr. Park sent the reports over. I am in the process of printing and copying them when I hear a booming voice.

I step out of the copy room just in time to see other employees shying away from the voice. I can’t help but sigh as I realize it’s probably Mr. Kim. Ugh. He’s found something to be angry about and it isn’t even noon. 

“Ms. L/n!” A voice roars. I roll my eyes knowing what’s coming. I’ve been yelled at many times, so there is nothing Mr. Kim could do to faze me.

“Yes?” I call out delightedly. I keep my voice light as I round the corner to see him stalking down the aisle.

The angry look on his face with the hands on his hips tells me all I need to know. His ears are turning red, as they usually do when he’s angry, and his brows are furrowed. The creases in his forehead as he glares at me, ages him a bit.

“Why am I getting phone calls from angry authors?” He yells. Everyone around me flinches as he shouts. I can only stare up at him with a blank facial expression, not moving an inch as he yells at me. 

He steps closer, a familiar cologne whisking off of him. Not overbearing, but present enough that you want to lean in to smell more.

“I am not sure sir. I do not have a complete understanding of the situation.” I answered calmly. Employees around us were pretending to work, but it was clear that they were listening in. I notice Mr. Park watching from a distance, his facial expression unreadable.

“The deadlines you emailed were incorrect! These dates are impractical! 2 weeks? Come on Ms. L/n! Use your head! I thought you were supposed to be smart.” He hisses. I can say, I have never seen Namjoon like this. The Namjoon I knew would never raise his voice like this, at least not in front of other people.

I cleared my throat and answered back confidently, “I will send the deadlines to you for correcting sir.” 

I watched his face contort in confusion, “Excuse me? To me?”

“Yes sir.” 

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“Well, those are the deadlines you wrote up for me sir. I was not aware that the dates were incorrect, for it was only my first day. I am so sorry for the stress that was caused to your authors. I will email each other apologizing for the mix up.”

“You have some nerve. Ms. L/n, are saying this is my fault?” His voice is quieter this time, but the menacing tone didn’t flatter. 

I smile sweetly, “Of course not sir! I will simply issue apologies to the authorities and make sure the correct deadlines are given to them.”

“Don’t even email them. Call them personally.” He adds.

“Of course, sir.” I nod. The whole office I silent as I keep the appearance of my small smile, holding the folders close to my chest as he glares at me in silence. Though it isn't showing in my face, it felt like my heart could explode in that moment.

Who is this man? So familiar but so foreign. 

“When you’re done with your paperwork, come to my office.” It felt like he was towering over me, and for once I can feel the difference in levels. This is not Kim Namjoon, the dorky boy I knew in 9th grade English. This is Mr. Kim, wealthy CEO of KM-Moonchild Publishing.

“Of course sir.” I reply before he turns around and exits the way he came in. I simply shrug and turn around to go back into the copy room when someone calls out to me. 

“You really talked back to er. Kim like that?” It was a female voice. I groaned, spinning around to face the voice. It was a woman with dark red hair and a black and white jumpsuit. She was pretty. Her figure was slim with an hourglass shape. Her hair was in gracious waves that effortlessly rested on her shoulders and down to the middle of her. I'm certain that she’s one of the girls that were gossiping about me yesterday.

I stared at her, and I’m sure my gaze came off as bored, because I was. I don't care what this lady has to say. It’s nothing of use.

“I was just having a conversation with Mr. Kim. A conversation requires two people to speak.” 

She crosses her arms over her chest, “You have no respect! It’s one thing to think you’re better than us, but can your ego relax. Mr. Kim isn’t someone to--”

“I am not here to be lectured. I have work to do. I haven’t been fired yet,when I am I will make sure to come and cry that you were right so that your ego can get the boost it needs.” I try not to laugh at the expression on her face but a slight chuckle leaves my lips as I turn into the copy room. 

I hum to myself as the copy machine does it’s job, being and humming as it does so. I’m tapping my fingers against the buzzing machine when I sense a presence behind me.  

“Yes?” I called out, looking over to spot Mr. Park leaning against the doorway with a smug smile.

I bit my tongue to keep back the groan that wanted to leave my lips. Not this guy again. I already feel the need to have HR on speed dial.

“Are you here to bother me?” I say out, and turn my back to him again. It’s quiet for a while before I heard a soft sigh. 

“I’m not here to start any trouble, I just think it’s very cool the way you handled things back there.” His tone was different from when we spoke earlier. 

“I always handle things. Mr. Kim is no different from the other people I have worked for. I have been yelled at many times.” I grab the newly printed papers and turn to face Mr. Park just so I could place the papers on the table. I started my second batch of copying before he spoke again.

“You’re not worried about being fired?” 

I shrug, pushing another button on the machine, “I’ve already been paid 50%  of my contract payment, so I could care less. Mr. Kim only has me for eight months.”

“Eight months huh? That’s too bad.” He mutters to himself. 

~!~

“He’s so gonna fire you.” Sana whispers to me. I don’t look away from my computer, typing up the emails for the new deadlines that were sent to me by Mr. Kim. He must have realized he was in the wrong, seeing how the corrected deadlines were sent to me before I could return to my desk from the copy room. But when I returned to the desk, Mr. Kim was in his first meeting of the day. So here I sat with Sana who had heard about what happened as one of the women were giggling about it on their way out the office.

“Let’s hope he does.” I mumble. Sana hears me, looking my way and pouting.

“Do you not like it here?” 

“It doesn’t matter if I hate it here or not, it’s my work.” I didn’t think much of it when Sana didn’t say anymore. I was finishing up the email with the new deadlines when some heavy footsteps came from the employee area, and the double doors opened to reveal Mr, Kim who was being trailed by some employees. 

I could see them out of the corner of my eyes. I focused on the computer screen once more, pretending I didn’t notice the glance my way from Mr. Kim. The two men stand in the middle of the lobby speaking about the meeting that just ended. 

I spend the last deadline email and turn to another page in my scheduling book to begin the apology phone calls. That doesn’t go far because Sana nudges me with her arm.  When I look at her, she’s looking forward. I follow her gaze to see Mr. Kim practically glaring at me. 

“Ms. L/n, my office please.” He says. His voice was too neutral for the scowled that was burned onto his face. I didn’t get the chance to respond before he spun around and zoomed into his office. 

I stood up, smoothing my skirt and grabbing my scheduling book. I ignored Sana’s puppy dog's eyes, seeing as she was scared for me.

I strolled to the heavy wooden doors, knocked and opened it to see him standing behind his desk.He hands were behind his back and he was zoned out. His attention was elsewhere and his mind was far off somewhere else.

I closed the door behind me and fought back the smile curling at the corner of my lips. The lost look on his face reminds me of Namjoon from high school. The smart boy who would daydream in class. 

“Mr. Kim?” I call out. His neck snaps up and his eyes grow hard and dark. The gentle expression on his face was no more. 

I approached his desk, holding the schedule book close to my chest. 

“You wanted to speak to me?” I say, feeling nervousness bubbling up in me. Something about the atmosphere has shifted. By the look in his eyes, I know what he's going to do.

“Why are you here?” He asks in an icy tone. I raise an eyebrow at him, pretending to be clueless.

“What do you mean Mr. Kim? If this is about the deadline--”

“Y/n, cut the shit.” He deadpans. I press my lips into a tight line, gripping the schedule book tighter and clear my throat. 

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Did you come here to torture me?” He says quickly, ignoring my attempt at feigning ignorance. My face scrunches up in offense. I took a step back before shaking my head in disbelief. 

What the fuck? He thinks I came here on purpose?

“I came here to work.” I hiss, “I didn’t know a damn thing about this job when I got the offer. You think’d I take the job I knew I would see  you?”

He runs his fingers through his hair and I watch him intently, waiting for him to speak again. When he doesn't voice my thoughts.

“I came here to work. Not to torture you, not to bug you. I couldn’t care less about you and what you’re doing. Separate work from personal and keep it moving.”

“Of course that’s easy for someone as heartless as yourself.” He jeers, laughing humorless. My breath catches in my throat and I take a second to collect myself. That one stung a little bit.

“Insulting me isn’t going to change anything.” I kept my voice level, hoping that the trembles that were starting to climb up my body wouldn’t show in my voice. 

His eyes narrow at me, one corner of his lips turning up in a sinister smile. The loathing touch to his sharp eyes made me feel small in that moment.

“You’re standing here talking to me like a fucking robot. Does seeing me not invoke any sort of emotion?”

“I am just here to work, Mr. Kim.” I repeat for the third time, mustering a strained smile. I try not to think back to the crying fit I had the day before. The shock of seeing Namjoon truly took everything out of me, but it doesn’t matter. Things couldn’t go back to normal even if we wanted it to. Too much damage has been done.

“If that’s all sir, I’ll be taking my leave. I have authors to call and apologize to.” My legs feel shaky when I take the first step to turn around, and I stumble a bit. I catch myself, and just pray that Namjoon chucks it up to losing the balance of my heels. 

“How is your sister doing?” He rushes out,  like he wanted to keep me from leaving the room. I put my hand on my doorknob debating what to reply. 

“I’m not going to pretend to care about the current state of your life, so don’t pretend to care about mine.” 

“I am not--” I open the door and step out quickly, letting the door close on it’s own. My quick trot to the desk made Sana gaze at me with sad eyes.

“That was quick. It was probably a rough lecture wasn’t it?”

I plop down in my seat, “Nothing I can’t handle.” I lied. 

I’m lying. I can’t handle this.

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Things are a bit awkward, in terms of the writing but it’ll get there. More info will be revealed later. 

Let me know what you thought of this chapter! How do you feel about this story? 

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hello hellooo!! i literally love ur blog so mf much, can i pls request some yummy angst w a fluffy ending w tsukki and kenma 🥺? where their s/o feels jealous n insecure maybe about another girl and when they bring it up they end up having a huge fight ?

— you’re great; oneshot

a/n: okay,, i only wrote tsukki’s right now and i’ll get to kenma’s soon but i really wanted to post this tonight so i hope that’s okay >_< also idk how to write angst so i’m sorry if this doesn’t pull your heartstrings ;w;

oh i also started to write in proper grammar and not all lowercase ehehe

➳ request: s/o insecure abt another girl + angst + big fight with tsukki and kenma

➳ pairing: tsukishima x f!reader

➳ genre: angst, fluffy at the end

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ admin: kiri ♡

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You continued to tap the top end of your pencil against your desk, leaning your head against the palm of your hand as you glared at the familiar blonde across the room. You and Tsukishima Kei had been an item for almost a year now, and you couldn’t be happier. That is, until your homeroom teacher assigned a project that required everyone to be in pairs.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Hitoka Yachi, your assignment partner and best friend, waved her hand in front of your face. “You’re gonna get wrinkles on your forehead if you keep glaring at Tsukishima-kun and Akari-san.”

“I am not glaring at them.” You scoff, leaning back against your chair and folding your arms over your chest.

“(Y/N) you shouldn’t be worried about anything,” Yachi responded, “Tsukishima-kun only has eyes for you.”

You blew your bangs out of your face in frustration as you turned towards the window. You knew that you shouldn’t be worrying over this trivial matter, but the fact that your boyfriend was spending most of his time with the most popular girl — also dubbed at the most prettiest — in your year bothered you.

“Doesn’t help that Kei’s partners with Akari-san.” You argue back. Akari Hana was the girl that every guy dreamed about. Smart, athletic, pretty. You were insecure enough. When you compare yourself to Akari you could find so many flaws in you and so many perfections in her. It didn’t help that your last boyfriend — which was back in junior high — broke up with you for a girl similar to Akari.

As the bell rang, signaling that school was over, you gathered your things into your school bag and was about to head over to Tsukki when you stopped. You watched as your boyfriend — without glancing at you — made his way out the class. Still talking to Akari. You purse your lips and gripped the strap of your bag.

It’s okay. You were fine.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

The rest of the week remained just like that. Tsukki only offering you good morning texts and a peck on the cheek when he sees you, before making his way to Akari. Again. Every time you tried to talk to, or approach Tsukki he would brush you off before he ran off to Ms. Popularity.

You told yourself that it was fine, and that they were only spending that much time together for the sake of the project. However you started to notice how much closer the two started to get. Every time you see either of them, the other is right beside them. Even as you went to the volleyball club’s practice after school, you stopped yourself from entering the gym as you saw Akari watching from the sides. You turned right around and went home. The only text you got from Tsukki was him asking where you were, to which you replied saying you weren’t feeling well.

[5:43] my little tsun-chan: hey why didn’t you come to practice today?

[5:50] you: i went home, wasn’t feeling well

[6:00] my little tsun-chan: dumbass, you gotta take better care of yourself

You tossed your phone to the side and pressed your face into your pillow. Kei you idiot.

Friday finally came around and you couldn’t be more relieved. Friday was the day you and Tsukki held your weekly movie nights. One of the days that left a special place in your heart. You smiled as you made your way to school, knowing that this was one day that Akari Hana couldn’t take Tsukki away.

“Oh sorry (Y/N),” Tsukki looked at you. You found him underneath a tree out in the school yard. You assumed that he was waiting for you, however that wasn’t the case. “Hana-san and I were gonna finish the assignment today.”

“But we always have movie nights Fridays.” You furrow your eyebrows. “We’ve never missed one unless you have a game.”

“Well yeah, but this is for school and Hana-san is busy over the weekend so we only have today to finish.” Tsukki pulled out his phone.

“Hana-san? Since when have you started calling her by her first name?”

“I forgot, but she’s the one who insisted and I didn’t really care.” Tsukki replied, not sparing you any glacé.

“You and Akari-san have gotten a lot closer huh?” You bite your lip, your throat starting to hurt.

“Well yeah, we’re partners of course.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her too. We’ve barely talked to each other this whole week” You brought your gaze downwards, whispering the last sentence.

“(Y/N), don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Tsukki, rolled his eyes, finally looking at you.

“Is it my fault that I’m worried? Probably.” You bite your lip harder. “Akari-san’s amazing though. She’s pretty, smart, talented and athletic.”

“Yeah she’s all of those things. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

“Just great… That makes me feel better.” You laugh bitterly.

Just hearing Tsukki say stuff like it wasn’t a big deal, affected you a lot. You started to remember this exact scenario happening back in your last year of junior high. Where you confronted your current boyfriend at the time and asked him about a girl in your grade that all the guys fawned over. If you weren’t already insecure the words that he said raised the bar.

“She’s just amazing. From her face to her personality. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N).

You could feel some tears welling up in your eyes as you remember that phrase, “You seem like you like Akari-san a lot.”

“What are you jealous?” He smirks.

“Do you think this is a joke?” You can see a figure out of the corner of your eye. Glancing towards the side you see Akari Hana walking out of the school doors looking around for Tsukki.

“Okay Hana-san and I need to finish our assignment. When you’ve gotten over your unnecessary jealousy, I’ll text you.” He started to walk towards Akari.

“You know what. I’m done Tsukishima.” You dig your nails into your hand. “If you think Akari is all that, you might as well go out with her.”

Tsukki turns around at your statement, “What? (Y/N) what are you even saying?” He touches your wrist.

“NO! Don’t touch me!” You yell, shrinking away from his touch. “Just go to Akari. I’m done Tsukishima.”

You turn away and run off to your house.

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You spend your weekend locked up in your room, eating ice cream and chips while reading sad fanfiction to soothe your aching heart. Tsukki tried calling you after you ran home, and even sent multiple texts. But you just brushed it off, putting your phone on do not disturb as to not disrupt your reading.

When Sunday came around, your heart hurt just more than it had been. It was your one year anniversary with Tsukki. Or it would’ve been. You covered yourself with your blankets as you hugged your stuffed animal. You gave up reading on fanfics and decided to just lay there, staring off into space. You enjoyed the quietness.

“(Y/N)-CHAN!” Your bedroom door was slammed open, surprising you from the sudden loud noise. You looked up to see Yachi standing in the doorway. “I’m here to take you out because you’ve been stuck inside all weekend.”

“Yachi please no,” You groan, pulling the covers over your head. “Just let me wither away in my sadness.”

“Nope it’s almost 6 and you’ve spend the entire day inside, now get up and get in the shower.” Yachi replied, grabbing the covers off of you.

Groaning once again, you begrudgingly made your way to your bathroom knowing that you couldn’t argue your way out of this. Stepping back into your room, wrapped in your towels you see Yachi sitting on your bed, texting away on her phone.

“Who’re you texting?”

“Huh? Oh, just Hinata-kun don’t worry.” Yachi says, placing her phone down on your bed. “You’re wearing that by the way.”

She points to a yellow sundress covered in a floral pattern laid out on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you grab the dress and head back into your bathroom to change. After fixing yourself up, You and Yachi head downstairs. Reaching the final step you hear a knock at your door which leaves you confused. Looking back at Yachi, she shrugs her shoulders at you.

Opening the door, you come face-to-face with the person you’d least expect to show up. “What’re you doing here.”

At your door stands Tsukki, in a pair of khaki coloured pants and a navy blue polo shirt. He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he darted his eyes everywhere, except your own eyes.

“I–uh,” Tsukki, sighed and finally looked at you. “(Y/N), please let me explain everything.”

“I’m supposed to be going out with Yachi right now.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Actually (Y/N), Hinata-kun texted me and needs my help with Kageyama-kun.” Yachi speaks up, “I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later!”

The blonde girl heads out the door before you could say anything and you’re left alone with Tsukki. The two of you fall into uncomfortable silence, something that hasn’t happened between you in awhile.

“(Y/N)–“ Tsukki starts to say, but you cut him off before anything.

“As much as I don’t wanna talk to you, I’ll give you 10 minutes.”

“I need 30 minutes.”

Your mouth gapes open, “30 minutes, Tsukishima–“

“Please, (Y/N).” He pleaded.

“Fine.”

After a long walk in silence, the sun had started to set that an orange hue was left in the sky. Tsukishima led you to a small park away from the houses and roads. From a distance you could see small little lights littering the ground. As you got closer, you realized that the little lights littering the ground were candles. Candles that led to a small gazebo where a table setting was set up in the middle.

“Tsukishima what is this?” You asked as he pulled out your chair for you to sit.

“This is what me and Han- Akari-san had been planning.” Tsukki reveals.

“Akari-chan?”

“All that time her and I have been spending, she’s been helping me plan this for our one year.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. You suddenly feel stupid for thinking the things you thought. You felt stupid for thinking that Tsukishima would ever be like your ex-boyfriend. You just felt stupid.

“I–“ You don’t even know what to say.

“No don’t you dare apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for just edging you on like that. I just made things worse.” Tsukki took your hands in his. “I have no idea how to express how I’m feeling without being sarcastic. And I hurt you. But I swear to you (Y/N), I love you and I will always love you.”

You could feel the tears coming up in your eyes, but you feel Tsukki’s calloused fingers wipe them away. “I’m sorry for acting so jealous and insecure. And for jumping to conclusions.”

Tsukki shakes his head. “Let’s just put this behind us.” He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead showing his affection.

Your relationship stood strong ever since.

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[Behind the Scenes]

(Y/N): wait a minute did yachi have a hand in this too? Is that why she came to my house and got me to get ready?

Tsukki: maybe

(Y/N): wait is that hinata and yachi… and akari-san in those bushes??

three heads pop up before the three run off

[anotheronechicagobog]

Star Trek Kelly Severide x reader

written by @anotheronechicagobog​

Requested by @raveenasblog​

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, mature language, reader is sister of Sheldon Jin from S1 of CPD, Star Trek references (another series I unfortunately don’t own)

A/N: Sorry that this took me so long, I hope you like it!

You worked at Chicago Central University as a biomedical engineering researcher. It was a hard job with long hours but you loved it, you couldn’t picture yourself doing something else. You were working on artificial organs, eyes specifically. After ten straight hours of work, you headed down to the microbiology department to get your friend and roommate Veronica (who said she’d come in later when you left at your usual 3:30 am because she wasn’t feeling well), drag her away from her desk, and go get lunch. You arrived on the floor, using your high clearance ID badge to enter the hallway. Everything looked normal, all except for Dr. Seldon. He looked even more jumpy and paranoid than usual. “Dr. Seldon?” He almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. “Y/N- Dr. Jin- Hi, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m... Looking for Veronica Song... Are you alright?”

“Uh, yes, yes, I’m fine. Veronica’s not here today, and- I just think that you should get back to your own floor.” He was jittery, eyes jumping from place to place, unable to remain still, looking at his watch every few seconds. “I have to go.” And before you could get another word out, he was gone. You nodded to yourself, shrugging off his behaviour, having heard stories about how paranoid the man could be. You were making your way back to the elevator, finding it odd that Seldon had left using the stairs considering everyone knew that the stairs from the basement labs to the first floor were an architectural nightmare. Again, you shrugged it off, he was probably abiding by some new internet conspiracy theory. The elevator was almost to the eighth floor when there was a loud, suction like pop. The elevator abruptly stopped, causing you to crash on the floor, the red emergency lights turned on. Getting onto your sore knees and wiping the blood from the side of your head, you dazily wobbled over to the emergency call button. “911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m at CCU in the biology building, stuck in an elevator, in between the basement labs and first floor... I hit my head... An- and it’s getting really hot in here. I- I can hear crackling, I think- fire? I think there’s a fire-”

“Yes, it’s just been reported by multiple people that there is a fire in the Zurich building on the CCU campus, hazmat situation. Just remain calm- Ms...?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin.”

“Alright just hold tight and stay on the line, every firefighter company within a 20-kilometre radius has been sent to this call.”

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You felt like you were in an oven. Your lab coat and sweater had been shed, one dumped on the floor, the other used to stop the bleeding on your throbbing head. You had left yourself in only your lanyard, a thin flowery skirt, and a tank top that were both soaking up your sweat, but the elevator was getting so hot and so constricted that you were considering just shedding everything in an effort to cool down, if just for a moment. It was getting so difficult to breathe, smoke had taken up residence in the top of the elevator, and your dry throat was making it immensely more painful when you coughed, which was frequent.

“Fire department! You okay in there?”

You couldn’t speak, you were too tired, too weak to do so. So you mustered up enough energy to bang on the door. Only once, though, because the metal had heated up the metal door and burned your hand. There was the scraping of tools against the doors before a creaking sound took their place. Then as the gap went from nonexistent to halfway open you were met with the forms of two firefighters, faces and bodies obstructed by their equipment. You didn’t have to speak, before you could blink you had been pulled out of the elevator and into a firefighter’s arms... And a hallway filled with green fire. “Hi.”

“Try not to talk, okay?”

“Capp, have you found a way to break the glass to the lab?”

“No lieutenant! The glass is too thick!”

“The gas canisters,” you pointed to the massive metal cylinders that were stored across from the centrifuge lab, or glass lab as your heroes kept referring to it as, “coul- *cough* use as a batter- *cough cough cough* battering ram-” You were cut off by your own lungs and an incredibly painful coughing spree. “That could work. Hey, stand over here, Cruz, Capp, help me grab one of these.” 

“You got it Severide!” The other two firefighters set down their tools and helped their lieutenant hold a gas canister horizontally before swinging in back and forward again, into the glass. It took what felt like too long for the glass to crack, and longer for it to shatter, providing an exit for your trapped colleagues. The ceiling above the firefighter who’d held you was guiding the trapped victims out of the room when you noticed that the ceiling above him was doing two things ceilings weren’t supposed to do; making unpleasant noises, and moving. You didn’t think, just acted. You moved away from the wall that lieutenant Severide had directed you to stand by and shoved him and the last victim out of the way. The burning chunk came down just behind you and singed your hair and the back of your skirt. Severide jumped into action, using a chemical fire extinguisher to put the fire out. “Okay; everyone out now.” Severide picked up your exhausted form and hauled ass out of the building with everyone else following his lead.

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You couldn’t really remember much after being sprayed with a fire extinguisher, there were groggy flashes of being dragged through the decontamination tent by paramedics and people in blue suits, the ambulance ride with what you were 90% sure was an actual angel treating you, and doctors in PPE fluttering around you, poking and prodding and scanning you. 

You came to in a hospital room that reeked of sanitization products, it seared your nostrils and quickly you felt another coughing fit coming on. There was a plastic lining around your mouth and nose, it was annoying, you tried to remove it but you couldn’t even lift your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move, okay? You’re at the hospital and you’re not stable, you need to remain calm and still”

‘Not stable’? C’mon, lady, give me some details, please!

“You were in a building with a chemical fire, and your roommate was just connected to multiple cases of necrotizing fasciitis, we’re testing your cultures now, but we won’t know for a while, okay? A doctor will be here to talk to you in a minute, okay?”

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You’d been in the hospital for two weeks and were currently arguing with your insurance company, who were trying to get out of paying your hospital bill. You hung up, frustrated.

“Hey, is this a good time?”

“As long as you brought food.”

“Ha, always. You okay?”

“Yeah, my insurance company are just being- ughhhhh.”

“Ah, got it.” Kelly set out the food on the table tray in front of you, smirking at your excitement of non-hospital food. “You know, you don’t have to keep coming to see me.”

“Maybe I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“But I haven’t exactly been entertaining, this is the first time I’ve had enough energy to sit up. Remember? April had to spoon-feed me the food you brought me. I’ve been sleeping constantly and have literally fallen asleep while talking to you before. I’ve been awake for two hours and it is the longest I have been awake since the fire.”

“Hey, it’s not every day I get saved by a civilian, what can I say? You’ve piqued my interest.” 

“Alright, well, if you’re gonna stay, you’re watching Star Trek with me.”

“Ugh, well when you put it that way-”

“Hey! Sit back down, I thought that I’d ‘piqued your interest’.”

“Yeah, but not enough to watch Star Trek. That’s a bit... Nerdy for me.”

“Oh come on! Pass me my laptop and sit down, we are going to watch Star Trek starting with The Original Series.”

“... How many Star Treks are there?”

“Not enough.”

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You were finishing up the first season with Kelly lying beside you in the hospital bed completely enthralled in the show when Doris walked in. “A sergeant Hank Voight is here to see you Y/N, I just figured I’d give you guys a heads up.” You nodded and closed your laptop, but Kelly didn’t have time to put his shoes back on or get out of your bed before Hank entered the room. He raised his eyebrow and stared down Kelly who, for his part, didn’t react like most did. He sat up at a normal speed and gave the older man a nod. “Hank, it’s good to see you.”

“You too, kid. How’re you holding up?”

“Good, good, especially with Kelly bringing me milkshakes.”

“Huh. Have the docs cleared you for all that junk?”

“Yes.” Kelly snorted at your response and rolled his eyes. “Just barely. And I think half the reason they approved it was cause you were a total pain in the ass about the glorious wonder that is hospital food. Uh, how do you and Voight know each other?”

“Oh, my older brother Sheldon used to work with him, I told you about him”

“Right, right, crazy smart, computer cop, and too loyal to your dad.”

“Yeah. After Sheldon died, Hank came to me and my mom, gave us cash to pay off my dad’s debts, told him to either be grateful and cut the crap or fucking run, and he checks up on me every so often. Like, uh, when I turned eighteen I applied to the academy and not only did Hank find out, but he came to my apartment and practically begged me not to go.”

“Hold up, I’m sorry, Sargent Hank ‘I can kill you thirteen different ways with a pencil eraser’ Voight begged?”

“As close to begging as I’ll ever get. Now, how do you two know each other?”

“He got me out of the elevator in the lab fire, then I saved his life a few minutes later.”

“Ha, sounds about right.”

“Hey!”

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Matt Casey knocked on the door of the squad lieutenant, suspicious when his best friend jumped out of his skin, ripped his earbuds out of his ears, slammed his laptop shut, tossed it far away from him on the bed, and tried (while failing spectacularly) to look calm. “What’s up Casey?”

“... What the fuck was that?” Casey was laughing, excited that Severide was finally embarrassed about something. He jumped on the bed between Kelly and his laptop. “What are you embarrassed about?”  Severide jumped into action, trying to maneuver around Casey to grab his laptop but it was too late. “Let me see! Let me see! Let me- OH MY GOD!” Casey had opened up the laptop before he could be stopped and he found a Next Generation episode halfway finished!  “You’re watching Star Trek?! Oh my god Sylvie get-”

Kelly slammed the device shut again and covered Matt’s mouth with his hand. “Seriously man, shut up.” Severide got up and closed his door and lowered all the blinds. He turned to face his friend slowly and sighed. “Remember that girl from the BRT fire?”

“The one who saved you? Yeah, I remember her. I take it from your tone that you’ve been keeping up with her.”

“Yeah, I have. I’d been going to visit her every chance I got, and she was asleep most of the time I was there, cause you know, lung damage from the chemical fire, damage from the infection, had to have major surgery while her body was going through immense physical trauma, but when she was awake for longer than twenty minutes she’d insist on watching Star Trek, there’s multiple shows and movies, she loves them all, and she kind of got me hooked.”

“You are whipped. I am actually appreciating and savouring this moment so much right now.”

“Matt.”

“Okay, okay. Can I at least tell Sylvie?”

“No, you cannot tell your crush about this.”

“Hey! She’s- I do- Shut up, Kelly.”

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While Matt did keep Kelly’s secret, you didn’t. You showed up in your favourite Voyager t-shirt from Etsy with a homemade chocolate cake in your hands. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Kelly Severide?”

“Sure, and you are?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin, I pushed him-”

“Out of the way at the lab fire, yeah I remember you. I’m Joe Cruz, I was there too, though you probably didn’t notice with him carrying you around.”

“Actually with all the gear you guys had on, I wouldn’t have been able to pick you out of a line-up. He just came to visit me a lot when I was in the hospital.”

“Oh, he did? Is that what the cakes for? A thank you?”

“No, it’s his birthday today, and because he’s on shift I didn’t know if he’d get a cake or anything. So I made his favourite and ordered a bunch of pizzas to be delivered here.”

“... You know his favourite cake flavour?”

“Yeah, it came up last week when we were watching this episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where this character keeps having-”

“Hold up, Lieutenant Kelly Severide watched Star Trek willingly?”

“Well, he didn’t at first, but now I think he’s a bigger fan than me... What?”

“Oh mi dulce Dios this is the best day of my LIFE! The common room is this way, follow meeeee!”

“... Why do I feel like I said something I wasn’t supposed to?”

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“Attention firehouse 51; I have just been informed by a reliable source that our very own squad lieutenant Kelly Severide is a trekkie! And for those of you who don’t know what that means, KELLY SEVERIDE LIKES STAR TREK!” Suddenly the common room erupted, everyone laughing and howling, except for you, Kelly, and Matt. You’d spent much of your life having your interests mocked, all for various reasons. Too girly, too boyish, too nerdy, and you were having none of it. It took you ages to feel confident about your interests, so you knew exactly how devastated and embarrassed he felt. His neck and face were turning pink, he was lowering his head, his eyes were closed forcefully, and you could see him try to steady his breath. “Shut up.” The laughter lessened a bit and some people turned to you in confusion. “Are you guys deaf? I said shut up!” The room suddenly turned silent and cold, the members of 51 you hadn’t met yet looking at you in alarm. “Do you have any idea how rude and disrespectful all of you are being right now? You don’t get made fun of for obsessing over sports, why act this why for people who like sci-fi stuff? Kelly’s told me that you guys rib each other but this is a bit much. Did any of you stop to think that maybe you shouldn’t be behaving like elementary school bullies on his birthday?” At their awkward silence you scoffed. “You know what? I put effort into today, I made a cake from scratch, I ordered a ton of pizzas that I made sure had all of your favourite toppings because I know how close you are to him and I wanted all of you to like me. But you know what? Screw all of you. None of you get a single piece of cake or pizza unless you individually apologize to Kelly.” You huffed angrily, stomped over to the small circular table he was sitting at with a smirking Casey. “Happy birthday, Kelly... Sorry I made a scene.”

“Thanks, Y/N. This is turning out to be a great, dare I say badass birthday.” Your smile imitated his, large and beaming. “So,” Matt Casey drawled with an amused but impressed look on his face, “I get to have cake right?”

“Of course, how could I deny chocolatey goodness to my favourite firefighter?”

“Hey! I thought I was your favourite firefighter!” Kelly mockingly pouted, enticing laughter out of you. Your phone pinged and you smiled wider. “Pizza’s here.” You point at Matt and speak to Kelly, “watch him.”

“Of course, I’d never let anyone else get the first slice of my cake.”

“... Matt watch Kelly.” You turned on your heel and left to get the pizzas, brushing passed moping firefighters, ignoring the offended noises Kelly was spewing out.

You came back with six extra large pizzas to a line of bashful looking firefighters apologizing to Kelly. “You guys really will do anything for food, huh?” 

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You’d only managed to get one slice of pizza and a tiny piece of cake once the ravenous wolves had apologized. You and Kelly had laughed it off though, finding their overexaggerated moans and gestures of how good the food was amusing. “Alright, one last thing.”

“What? No, come on Y/N you already made me a cake and got pizza for the house, you’ve done more than enough.”

“So you don’t want the envelope?”

“Well, if it’s just an envelope, that means it’s just a card, so sure.” You handed him the envelope you’d covered in ridiculous doodles of ladybugs, proud of your work, and knowing that Kelly was getting an awesome birthday. He opened the card after shaking is head at the ladybugs on the envelope and his mouth dropped when he saw the two tickets fall out. “Y/N! I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“How much money did you spend on food for me when you were visiting me in the hospital?”

“Okay, fair enough, but you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Kelly, it really wasn’t that much. A cake, pizza, and baseball tickets that Matt pitched in for, really isn’t something to freak out over, okay?”

“Alright, well, thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything that you’ve done so much and I’m grateful that I have you in my life.” Your heart fluttered and warmed, cherishing the moment you were sharing with the man who was quickly becoming irreplaceable to you. “Hello? I helped too!” Sylvie elbowed him in the ribs, “you ruined the moment, Matt.” She turned to you, still holding hands with Kelly on top of the table. “We’ll leave you two be, have fun.” She gave an uncharacteristic wink and started shooing people away. “Normally I’d be embarrassed, but this means that I do get more time with my favourite person AKA you, and since it’s my birthday, I would like to watch some Star Trek. C’mon, my quarters are this way.”

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Hours later, after shift was over and all normal people were asleep Kelly Severide finally arrived home... To  what looked like the entire twenty-first police district along with the intelligence unit and Sergeant Trudy ‘I’m an army all on my own’ Platt crammed in his living room under dim, ominous lighting. “So, I take it you’re all here to threaten me because I’m dating Y/N? Yep, alright, let’s do this then.”

[halictus-writer]

Welcome to Seattle (Ch. 3 of 5)

Remus deleted Tinder the second the app finished downloading. He was sitting at the dining table/desk combination of his studio apartment, and, unsurprisingly it was raining just outside the window. Seattle felt so new to Remus, although it had now been months since he moved away from his previous life. It took a lot of journaling and time, but he had begun to feel like what had happened–– his ex breaking his heart an hour before his twenty-sixth birthday party–– was meant to happen. His life hadn’t been his own. It was full of so much compromise, as is necessary for a life shared by two people, but the compromises that were made did not further his growth. He was stuck in a rut in his career, he was still in his college town, and he hadn’t even written a word of the novel he told himself he would write after the next big thing––graduation, holidays, birthdays, travel–– finished.

And now, here he was. Living in a big city, alone, but doing it the way he wanted. He had a job that furthered his growth, he had supportive friends, and he had already filled entire notebooks with the ideas, character charts, and plot diagrams that would eventually become his novel. Suddenly realizing that no one was here to complain about the cold, he cracked the window open, letting some of the fresh, rain-scented air in, and shrugged on a sweater.

He was at peace with himself, and for that reason he felt he was ready to give dating another shot. He re-downloaded Tinder, chose a few random pictures of himself, and typed out the bio that Dorcas had helped him draft, cringing the entire time. He closed the app without viewing the other Tinder users within twenty-five miles and two years of his age.

As a treat for his bravery, he decided to get a margherita pizza for lunch. If he exercised self-control, he could save half for tonight’s dinner as well. It was really a matter of simple economics.

***

Remus immediately noticed that the restaurant looked a little different in the midday light, but he also immediately noticed that Sirius was not on the clock. He ordered his pizza to-go.

As he walked back to his apartment, one hand tucking the pizza close, the other brandishing an umbrella, he tried not to think about the fact that he had so far only received free–– and unsolicited–– dessert items when Sirius was working.

***

An hour later, Remus had made his first matches on Tinder. He had also accidentally “super-liked” a person named “DL Top” with a gray image as their only picture, frantically looked up how you could “un-match” with someone, read a very patronizing how-to article on basic Tinder functions, and decided to choose “block” for good measure.

One of his matches was a graduate student at the University of Washington, and Remus liked that his profile said he loved to read. They exchanged normal greeting messages, before the man asked Remus if he was “a LTR kind of guy.” Remus answered him by saying “Tolkien is an amazing writer, obviously, but I have to admit the movies were kind of long.” The man didn’t reply, and Remus figured that his opinions on the Lord of the Rings franchise must have been a deal-breaker for the other man.

Dorcas and Marlene were adamant about hearing his progress with Tinder, so he sent a group text to the two of them.

Remus: Tinder day one is a thing, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong yet

Dorcas: Yes! Proud of you

Marlene: what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened so far!!!!???

Remus: well, someone asked me what I thought about lord of the rings on the second message, does that count?

Dorcas: haha seriously? What did they even say

Remus: “so are you an LTR kinda guy or what?”

Marlene: HAHA

Dorcas explained that LTR in this context likely stood for “long-term relationship,” with intermittent texts from Marlene such as “how in the heck even” and “you are my favorite person oh my god.”

Remus decided to give Tinder a break for the rest of the day.

***

He made a good deal of progress within his first week of online dating, especially when considering that he started so low, with the misunderstanding of slang and accidental super-liking. It was now a Friday night, and he had a real-life, in-person date set for six o’clock. On Wednesday Remus had met a different match for coffee (but only after Dorcas had cross-referenced his story, friended him from a blank Facebook profile, and found pictures of him at his high school senior prom from nearly a decade ago. “You should be arrested,” Remus had said, horrified but a little grateful). Coffee had been perfectly pleasant, but both men agreed that they would rather be friends than anything more. They even friended each other on Facebook so that Remus could be added to his book club.

Meeting new friends was a welcome side-effect, but Remus was still in the market for a boyfriend. Hence, the anxious shuffling as he waited for the clock to get closer to six. Remus wished his apartment was larger, if only for the chance to have more space to clean. He had already Swiffered the floor, cleaned the bathroom mirror, and remade the bed, and it was still only a quarter past five. The cleaning was just for something to do with his hands and nerves, he knew that his date wouldn’t be seeing the inside of his apartment tonight. As per Dorcas’s prescriptions (and his own self-preservation), Remus’s first dates with strangers met online would take place completely in public.

At 5:45, a message from his upcoming date announced that he was being held a bit late at the office, and asked to reschedule for 6:30 instead of 6. Remus, wanting to be easy-going and amicable, kindly agreed, wishing him luck with his pressing work matters. Internally, however, he was frustrated that he had already taken the garbage out, since now there was absolutely nothing left to clean.

6:30 turned into 7:00, and by 7:15 Remus had taken his shoes off and was laying on the top of his neatly-made bed. The excuses changed from finishing at work, to a friend in need, to traffic, and Remus was beginning to consider just preemptively cancelling it himself.

At 7:45, the match asked if they could just skip dinner and maybe move straight into watching a movie “and cuddling” at Remus’s place instead. It was the final nail in the coffin Remus already saw, so he wasn’t even too disappointed.

Remus sent a polite but clear no, and knew that whoever this person was, he was not someone Remus would be building his life with. His stomach growled suddenly, reminding him that he still hadn’t eaten the dinner he was supposed to have hours earlier. Instead of going to all of the trouble to devise a meal at home, Remus decided that his troubles with the cancelled date warranted a very cheesy, doughy, and effortless meal. He quickly changed from his date clothes–– button down shirt, khakis, and tan buck shoes–– into a more comfortable, eating-pizza-alone-on-a-Friday-night ensemble: cozy sweatshirt, old blue jeans, and nikes.

When he got to the restaurant, he was still moping about getting blown-off from his date. He had sent a quick text to Dorcas and Marlene to let them know that his date was cancelled (otherwise they would have been checking his location religiously every fifteen minutes), but said he was doing okay since he didn’t want to interrupt their own date night plans with his sorrows.

Truthfully, Remus was pretty upset about what had happened. So far, online dating had not been a success, and Remus found himself returning to his secret fear that he wouldn’t ever successfully date again. Maybe it was because he was just too old, or perhaps he was out-of-touch, or it was simply because he had no real experience with dating since he had only ever had to go on one first date, and everything afterwards seemed to fall into place. If Lily was right, and he needed to meet someone organically for a relationship to work, he hoped it would happen soon.

Just then, his inner wallowing was interrupted by Sirius, carrying silverware and a glass of water. Somehow, Remus had forgotten that Sirius may be here, and hadn’t had time to prepare himself for the sight of the attractive waiter. His hair was swept into a loose bun, seemingly held together with a pencil.

“Hey there, how’s your Friday night going?”

Remus almost laughed at the question. Clearly, his night was not fantastic, because if it was, he would not be sitting in the booth of an Italian restaurant, alone, at 8:30 PM. He tried to shake off his own self-pity before answering. “Fine, thanks. How about you? Has it been busy tonight?” One of Remus’s favorite tactics when avoiding conversations about himself to his friends was to get them talking about themselves instead. Or, in the case of James, talking about Lily.

“It hasn’t been too busy today, or at least not since I got here at 5. Although,” he said, smiling almost conspiratorially, “I’ve had three different tables tell me ‘you too’ after I brought them their dinners.”

Remus laughed, and filed away the knowledge that Sirius remembered their inside joke from last time to the back of his mind for unpacking later. “I’ll have to see if I can get that number any higher then.”

“Oh, but you won’t be able to if I change up my script when I bring you your small margherita pizza. I’ll just say something like ‘here it is,’ no wishes of enjoyment included.” Sirius said, with faux sincerity.

“And what if I changed up my order on you?” Remus was surprised but pleased that Sirius remembered not only their jokes from last time about customers stumbling over words when presented with their food, but also the very food that Remus had ordered.

“I hope not, since I told the kitchen to start making it right after I saw you walk in.” Sirius grinned, but then suddenly looked almost bashful. “Although if you wanted something else, you still can order something else, that would be fine, I just thought, well, since it���s kind of late, we might as well give the ovens a head start?” His voice tilted up at the end as the statement turned into a question.

Remus liked this more approachable version of Sirius. He made him feel at ease. “No, you were right, I came here specifically for that margherita pizza. Thank you for starting it early for me.”

Sirius’s nervous smile turned soft.

***

The pizza was delicious, and succeeded in making Remus feel slightly better about the cancelled date. After all, he wouldn’t have been able to eat this much on the date, hindered by an abundance of good manners.

When Sirius dropped off the check, he also let Remus know that they would be closing soon. “You’re welcome to sit as long as you like, but the kitchen did just close.”

“No worries, I’m ready to head out. Thank you!” As Remus signed the receipt, a small to-go box was placed in front of him.

“Kitchen is closed, but you may want that for the road.” Sirius smiled warmly at Remus. “Have a good night!”

As Remus left the restaurant, carrying the small box, he reflected on Sirius’s parting words. He did have a good night, all things considered. Comfort food is one for addressing his emotional turmoil, but having a light conversation with a few inside jokes with another person is another thing entirely.

He also happily noted that he would get to bring the enclosed tiramisu with him to his breakfast with Dorcas and Marlene tomorrow. Pawning off the soggy dessert on them would be good for both reducing food waste and generating karma.

[awkwardlittlepringle]

Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER NINE

Hello, fellow Fanders!

I really hope y'all are doing okay, with the virus going around and everything. School just shut down where I live, and the gravity of the whole situation is just getting to me, really. I might release this chapter a day late, sorry about that; I'm just a bit shaken up. :)

Are you guys doing okay? You better be! If  you aren't just mention it and I'll give you a virtual hug. Here's a virtual hug, even if you don’t need it. 🤗

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WARNINGS: Swearing, obliviousness, nicknames, mention of suicide, depression, yelling, disaster gays, watching people when they sleep... I think that's it.

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"If you're sad, and depressed, cause your life's a fucking mess, if you're sad and you know it clap your-"

Virgil groaned, trying to will his heavy hand to rise. It wasn't working.

The tinkling tune kept playing, and Virgil, instead of turning it off, buried his head in his pillow instead. Usually he'd slap it off immediately, but Logan had suggested leaving it on the other side of the room in an effort to help Virgil get out of bed.

Needless to say, it didn't have the intended effect.

Virgil heard a noise from the other side of the room. "Turn that bloody thing off." Logan grumbled, shifting in his bed to squint at Virgil. Virgil poked his tongue out at him, before turning the other way and clamping his hands over his ears. Logan groaned into his pillow, before lifting his head and putting on his glasses.

Now able to actually see Virgil he glared at the teen, who was watching him with a smirk.

"If you're suicidal and you know it-"

"Why the hell did you make that you're alarm, you bitch." said Logan, cricking his neck. Virgil tossed the covers away from himself and sat up, rubbing his face. "Patton said to change it to If you're happy and you know it. I thought this would be more bareable."

"Well it clearly isn't." Logan scrunched up his nose -How the fuck is he so cute?- and yawned. "Turn it off..." "You do it, you're closer!" "It's your alarm!" Pretty irrefutable logic.

Virgil grimaced before dragging his unwilling feet to hit the frigid ground. You'd think carpet would be warmer. He trudged over to his dresser and grabbed his phone; dismissing the alarm. Upon doing so, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.

Almost subconciously, he hissed at his reflection. Gross.

He froze, shoulders hunching, and whirled around to face Logan. A bewildered expression graced the other's usually stoic features, accompanied by a heart-stoppingly hot smirk.

"Did you just hiss?" Oh shit he thinks you're a weirdo. Great job dumba- "That is adorable." Virgil started, heat rushing up his neck.

"What?" "I said, that is adorable." Logan's face softened as he gazed at Virgil. (Who was still frozen.) He thinks I'm cute? "How the hell is it cute?!" "I have no clue. How come you do it?" Virgil hunched in on himself, bewildered. "I dunno, why do you wanna know anyway?" "My roommate, who's already cat-like enough, hisses. It's only natural for me to be curious." "What do you mean, cat-like?"

"You sit on top of high surfaces, humm when you're pleased, are attracted to warmth, curl up when you sleep, you hiss-" "You watch me when I sleep?!" "I- uh-"

Logan began to stammer, his face turning a brilliant crimson. Despite his extensive vocabulary, he seemed lost for words. His sleep-shirt hung off his shoulder, and a dull light filtered through the gap in the curtains. It illuminated his pale skin and reflected off his glasses, casting a halo-like glow around his flustered figure. His bedhead was ruffled and sticking up awkwardly, and a beautiful blush dusted across his exposed collarbones and cheeks. His hand came up to cover his mouth as he avoided Virgil's gaze.

God, he's gorgeous.

Virgil felt his blush returning, and he snapped his open jaw closed. He turned back toward his mirror to see he was grinning. For once, it didn't look too bad on him.

"Uh, so, what class do we have first?" He watched Logan's reflection as he turned back to Virgil. "English." "Shit, I forgot to finish my draft." Virgil snatched his hairbrush off his dresser, running it through his bed-head frantically. Logan chuckled, stretching his arms out. "You can finish it at breakfast." "How long do we have 'till then?" said Virgil, now rummaging through his closet. "40 minutes."

"Okay." Virgil turned toward Logan. "I'm assuming you're gonna take a shower?" "Mhm. I honestly don't understand how you go without one." he said, finally getting out of bed. He grabbed a towel out of his chest. "Is it alright if I go first?" "Go ahead."

Half an hour later the two of them were rushing around, doing a few final checks. Well, at least Virgil was rushing around. "Are you sure I can finish it at breakfast?" Logan frowned. "I don't know, it's your writing." "I'm just editing." "Well then why wouldn't you?" He replied, straightening his tie. Virgil shrugged, grabbing his pencil case off his desk and shoving it into his bag.

"I dunno, Lo. I'm just a mess in general." "You're a pretty great mess, if I do say so myself." Warmth flooded through Virgil at the compliment, leaving him confused. This was the third time this morning he'd blushed because of Logan...

Logan, however, didn't seem to notice his roommates reaction. He grabbed his bag off of his desk before turning to Virgil. "I feel like I'm forgetting something..." said Virgil, ruffling through his bag. "Keys?" "Ah, right. Thanks, Logan." "No problem."

Just as Virgil was about to leave, he spotted an empty pill bottle on his desk. He grabbed it, before shoving it into his pocket. Logan shot a questioning look at Virgil as he joined him in the hallway.

"I'm seeing my phsyciatrist today, she said she was going to switch my meds. Wanted to know which ones I was taking." Logan nodded.

The two walked down the hallway in silence, enjoying each other's company. While it was peaceful, Virgil couldn't help but adress the slight giddiness that seemed to have settled in his chest. It was confusing; he had no reason to feel this way. It was a nice feeling, though. Kind of like he was floating.

He followed Logan down the hallway to an elevator, and stepped inside. As the doors closed, Logan asked-

"How come you didn't finish your draft?" Virgil shrugged. "I dunno, I just couldn't get it done." Logan frowned. "Weren't you staring at your computer screen for like 30 minutes last-" "Shhhhhh~!" Virgil held up a finger.

"What?" "You're ruining it." "What am I ruining, exactly?" "My excuse." The doors opened at the lobby, and the pair stepped out, and began walking to the doors.

"I'm just saying, you can't exactly tell Mrs Von that." Virgil scrunched up his nose. The two walked up to the sliding doors. Just as they cracked open, a familiar voice filtered through.

"Hey guys!!!!" Despite his confusion, Virgil found himself smiling.

Standing in the middle of the courtard was a grinning Roman, waving madly at them. Patton was with him, also waving, although in a much calmer manner. Logan exhaled as he adjusted his bag strap.

"Good morning you two." They joined the others in the courtyard, and the four of them began to walk toward the dining hall. This had become the usual routine for them. Each pair would come out about eight minutes before breakfast, wait for the other, and then they'd walk together.

"Have you guys finished your drafts for english?" "Yup." "Pretty much. I'm gonna look over it at breakfast, though." Virgil groaned. "I swear I'm the only one who isn't finished." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "How much do you have left?" asked Patton, falling into step beside him. "Just editing." "Well then you shouldn't have a problem, should you?" He said, smiling encouragingly. Virgil shrugged, looking away.

What if he didn't finish though? He was fine with being in trouble, but being called out in front of everyone was a high possibility, and certainly wasn't one he liked.

"C'mon, Virg!" Patton brushed his shoulder against Virgil's. "You'll be alright. All the teachers are understanding, they take illnesses into account, remember?" Virgil chuckled. "It sounds like you'rer talking about cancer." Virgil's eyes widened. "N-Not that I'm joking about cancer, of course- that's kind of stupid-" "Virgil, I know. Calm down." Patton linked his arm through Virgil's. It was a simple touch, but it certainly helped calm him.

"And anyway, I have something else to mention." Patton slowed his pace, tugging Virgil along with him. Virgil let out a small noise at the movement, before steadying himself and glancing at Patton, worried. Noticing Virgil's expression, Patton let out a small chuckle.

"Nothing bad I promise." Virgil raised an eyebrow, causing Patton to gasp. "How do you do that? You're like Doctor Who!" Virgil scoffed. "Hardly." "Anyway, I just wanted to ask... Are you good?" Virgil looked at strangely.   "Yeah~? I mean I haven't got worse since I got here-" "No no no, not like that. I mean, this morning, you looked kinda spaced out." Was it that noticable?

"I was? I didn't notice." "I'd like to make it clear that I don't believe that for a second."  Apparently Patton could see through him. "Tell me~! That is if you want to, of course." "I'd prefer not to." Patton pouted, but left it alone.

But now Virgil was even more confused. There isn't any reason for him not to tell Patton, so why didn't he tell him? Maybe to avoid sounding crazy?

"Hurry up, slowpokes!" Virgil looked up to see Roman watching them from around 20 feet away, tapping his foot impatiently. "At this rate all the hashbrowns will be gone." "They refill them, Roman." "Shut it, Calculator."

"Roman! What did I say about name calling!" Roman rolled his eyes. "Okay, dad." Patton grinned mischeviously. "That's right. You're all my kiddos now." Logan blinked.

"You're younger than me-" "Hush, Lolo. Respect your elders." "Roman what have you done." said Virgil jokingly. "We're gonna be late!" said Roman, grabbing Patton by the hand. "Accompany me, Padre!"

Logan watched the pair's retreating backs with a dumbstruck look.

"I have never been more confused in my life?" Virgil snickered at the look on his face, before grabbing his elbow. His skin tingled where it met Logan's. "Come on, Logan. If we leave them alone they'll probably find a way to burn the hall down.

"There are no fires lit in the hall?!"

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Summary : Virgil and Logan are getting ready for bed, Virgil being a blushing gay mess the whole way. They meet the others in the courtyard, and walk to the dining hall. Patton notices that Virgil's spaced out today, to which he responds with "I didn't notice." It doesn't fool Patton though. Platonic Lamp shenanigins ensue, and Virgil is left wondering what the elated feeling in his chest is.

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Arcane - Lee Know Mafia AU Part 1

Description: You accidentally get yourself involved with one of the top tier mafias in South Korea, Stray Kids. Though they all seem like the part, none of them are as cold as Lee Minho, the second in command and the best sniper in the group. And you’re coincidentally always stuck with him.

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Arcane - Understood by few, mysterious or secret. And that’s exactly what he was. Mysterious. Understood by few, keeping so many secrets in his cold, dark eyes.

And how did you manage to get yourself in this? Just a few hours ago you were living your boring life. A 9-5 job that pays shit for the things you do and the over time you worked. Your small apartment that needed to be cleaned up because it smelt like coffee after you splashed half a cup of it on your rug but didn’t have enough time to clean it up.

Now you were looking into the eyes of the man you believed to be death. His dark eyes held no light, no emotion, nothing. Just bitter pits of darkness.

Four hours earlier:

Coffee can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Today it’s both. On your way rushing out the door to your boring office job, you managed to spill half a cup of your (fave coffee) on the carpet. And boy was that sure to stain considering you didn’t even have enough time to clean it up.

You made it into the office at 9:00 on the dot and put your things on your desk. You had a meaning at 9:15 sharp, and today you had to work overtime, and the best part? You didn’t get paid for over time since you’re salary, not hourly. Today instead of 9-5, it was 9-8. A whole 11 hour shift, making not enough money to a boss that never appreciated anyone besides himself and the women that slept with him. You had always kept your distance from him, always having a bad feeling.

He wasn’t even the one who hired you. His assistant did. He interviewed you and hired you in the spot, telling you that because you’re an attractive view to keep your distance from the boss. It’s not like you couldn’t get another job. It was just really convenient for you.

The meeting started and you sat at the long desk, acting like you weren’t catching the glances the boss was throwing at you. It was only recently that he had noticed you, despite you being there for four months. And you didn’t see why he kept staring at YOU in particular. All of the women he slept with wore skirts much shorter than yours, and half of their tits were out with their blouses partially buttoned. You wore a simple, a little above the knee pencil skirt with a red button up that had the sleeves rolled up. It’s not like you were dressed like the other women.

The meeting was some bullshit about the sales going down after it had just peaked. Not that you really cared, whether it was going down or going up you were still paid the same amount. Paid too little to care.

After the meeting you sat at your desk. Most of your coworkers had their desks decorated to the brim with pictures and little knick knacks. Yours held simple office supplies with some things scattered here and there.

“Miss Y/N.” The boss greeted with a nod, trying to seem cool.

“Mr. Lim.” You greeted back, not taking your eyes off the screen.

It was finally 7:40 and you stretched. You started to pack your things, wanting to run out as soon as you can. You finished up your work and went to head out before you heard someone clear their throat. Mr. Lim beckoned you up the stairs and you cautiously followed. He went out onto the balcony of the big building. You felt uncomfortable, as everyone else was leaving and it was now just the two of you. You stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the river. He turned towards you and you felt even edgy about the creepy smile he flashed at you.

“I love looking over the river. It’s a beautiful view.” He said.

You nodded and agreement.

“You’re an even more beautiful one.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said lowly.

“Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll make you dinner or buy you whatever you like. Spend the night and we can go shopping tomorrow. That skirt is nice but your legs would look better in something a little more shorter.” He said with a wide grin.

“Thank you but no thank you Mr. Lim. I have to get home.” You said.

“Why? You should stay.” He said.

“I really can’t.” You said, turning to leave.

You felt his hand grab you wrist and he pulled you close to him, an angry look on his face.

“If you want this job you’ll come home with me.” He snarled at you through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrist tight.

“Mr. Lim that hurts.” You said calmly. Although your voice was calm, your mind was racing in fear.

He had you on the ground while he stood over you, his hand still tightly around your wrist. He was much bigger and stronger than you, and fear seemed to be overcoming your mind. You closed your eyes and heard a loud “bang” and felt a heavy weight on you. You opened your eyes and saw his eyes, wide open and dull. You noticed something leaking from his forehead. It was blood.

A large hole was in his head and your jaw dropped as your body began to shake. A lean figure appeared from behind the sliding door to the balcony. He had a face mask and a hat on.

“... This isn’t good.” He muttered, his voice deep.

He walked over and kicked Mr. Lim’s body off of you before bending down and looking at you. He took your chin in his hand and turned your head from side to side then let out a sigh. He spoke into a mouth piece and listened into the earpiece attached to his ear. Another, slightly taller figured appeared from the shadows. His eyes were on Mr. Lim, then on you. You backed away in fear as he leaned towards you.

“We’re bringing her with.” He said flatly.

You were about to get up and haul ass when he looked you straight into your eyes. His dark eyes held no light, no emotion. Nothing could be seen in them, and you couldn’t look away.

“If you value your life, keep your mouth shut and don’t make this difficult.” He said.

You felt the smaller male lift you and bring you into a car, blindfolding you. You sat between them as they began driving back to wherever they came from. The drive wasn’t long, maybe 20-30 minutes. But it felt like hours to you as you had no idea where you were going, who they were, or what awaited you. So many questions race through your mind. Where they going to kill you too? Why did they kill Mr. Lim? Where were they taking you?

The car suddenly stopped and turned off and it was silent.

Great. They’ve taken me to a forest to dispose of Mr. Lim and kill me.

The back door opened and you felt a hand on your arm as you were lead out of the car and up what felt like a long flight of stairs. You heard a large door open and voices. You were sat down as the voices started to talk about you.

“Whose this?” A voice asked.

“A witness to our mission.” The deep voiced man said.

“You’ve taken a witness back here with you?” The same voice asked, sounding a little irritated.

“What else were we supposed to do? Kill her?” The deep voiced man asked.

Silence filled the room and you felt yourself trembling in fear. Kill me? What did I do?

You felt a warm hand on your arm as you trembled.

“She must be terrified already and you’re all scaring her again.” A soft voice said.

“So what ARE we going to do with her? She’s seen too much.” Another voice piped up.

You felt the blind fold being untied and fell off of your eyes and you slowly looked at the men around you. There were 5 of them, the two men that had taken you stood a few feet away, and the others you’ve never seen before. The one beside you that had rubbed your arm had a young face and tall body.

“She’s got blood all over her. What, did you kill him DIRECTLY in front of her?” He asked the two.

A handsome man was seated directly across from you, and gave off the “alpha wolf” vibe. His dark eyes were on you and he seemed to be thinking.

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly.

“Y-Y/N.” You stuttered.

“So, how exactly do you know Mr. Lim Y/N?” He asked.

“I work for him. Well, worked for him.” You said.

“What kind of business did he have? What did you do?” He asked.

“We sold beauty products and contacted commercial studios to have them put on ads.” You said.

He stood up and walked over to you, softly but firmly grabbing your chin and looking into your eyes. Fear filled you as you started to tremble again.

“Hyung, shes scared.” The man beside you said.

“As she should be, Jeongin. Who said we can trust her? Who said she isn’t apart of the organization Mr. Lim is and playing stupid?” A short, muscular man asked.

“She’s not.” The deep voiced man said.

They all looked at him.

“Mr. Lim was assaulting her. If she knew what he was capable of, I’m sure she wouldn’t of tried resisting him.” He said.

The man named Chan nodded.

“I figured she wasn’t. You can tell when someone is genuinely scared.” Chan said.

“So what should we do with her Minho? You made the decision to bring her back here, you can determine her fate.” Chan said.

You looked at the cold, dead eyed man who had said nothing the whole time. His eyes bore into yours as his hand was on the gun on his belt as he stood up. You flinched back into Chan as he took a step towards you. Yeah Chan was pretty scary, but this man, Minho, was much more terrifying. Minho bent down to your height and stared into your eyes.

“Do you want to live?” He asked, his voice holding absolutely no emotion.

You slowly nodded as his eyes continued to bare yours. You couldn’t look away from his intense eyes as he stared at you.

“You can’t leave, just so you know. Either stay here with us, or die.” He said, his voice cold.

Stay here? With them? Men that murdered your psycho boss?

“So what will it be?” Chan asked.

“I-I’ll stay.” You stuttered.

Chan let a dimpled half smile on his face and rubbed your shoulder. You realized you were still cowering away from Minho and practically on Chan. You moved away and you looked away from Minho’s eyes.

“You do realize what this means, right?” Minho asked.

You looked at him in confusion and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re one of us now girl.” Jeongin said.

“.... Will I have to kill people?” You asked.

“We’ll talk more about this later, when the others return.” Chan said. “In the meantime, Jeongin, why don’t you show Y/N to an empty room? Maybe on the third floor, right wing?” He suggested.

Jeongin nodded and linked his arm with yours.

“There’s a room with a nice, girly bathroom. It’s right near my room.” He said, giving you a smile.

You felt better leaving the room where the other men were. Jeongin wasn’t scary, unlike the other ones. The deep voiced man seemed a lot nicer, if he wasn’t connected to your bosses murder.

You groaned as light suddenly hit your eyes. You opened them and saw Jeongin opening up the curtains and allowing light to pool into your room. The room was huge, a California king bed, a large wardrobe (with no clothes because ya know, you were taken randomly) a massive bathroom with the shower and tub separate, and a large vanity.

“Good morning sleepy head.” He said with a smile.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You were still in the same bloody clothes from the night before, and you were sick of it. Jeongin looked at you and frowned before going into his room and coming back in with a pair of joggers and a long sleeve sweater.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any girl clothes but at least they aren’t bloody.” He said, handing them to you.

“Thank you.” You said, taking the clothes.

“Shower and get dressed then come downstairs. The others came back.” He said.

You nodded as you went into the bathroom and ran the shower on your tired body. The warm water gave you some comfort as you washed away the only remains of your psycho boss.

You got dressed into Jeongin’s clothes and walked down the stairs, where Jeongin was waiting in the long hallway.

“Let’s hurry before they lose their patience.” He said.

You both entered the big room as the other members were seated. They sat on couches and on the arms of them. You made eye contact with Minho, his mask and hat off. He had a pretty face, you decided, despite being absolutely terrifying. Another gave you a smile and you recognized his eyes as the deep voiced man. He had an angelic face and bright eyes.

“So, this is Y/N. Minho and Felix brought her here yesterday after she witnessed the disposal of Mr. Lim. As a witness, she holds very dangerous information that can destroy us. Minho gave her the option to stay here, or to die. She chose to stay.” Chan said.

All of the members were silent as they looked at you, disapproval on just about all of their faces.

“Why should we babysit? Why didn’t you just kill her yesterday Minho?” One asked.

“Why should he have killed her? She didn’t do anything wrong Woojin.” Felix said.

“Why was she with Mr. Lim is what I want to know.” Woojin said, his eyes narrowing with distrust at you.

“I worked for him. He has- had, a company that sold beauty products and I was in charge of getting them advertised.” You said.

He stared at you before sighing.

“Her being alive is too dangerous for us.” He said, looking at Chan.

“That’s why she’s staying here Hyung.” Jeongin said.

“What if she tries to run away?” Another asked.

“We’ll find her and kill her.” Minho said coldly.

Your blood ran cold at his words. How could someone be so cruel?

“Y/N, do you accept that penalty?” Chan asked.

You nodded and bowed to them.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. But I didn’t know what Mr. Lim was up too. I’m just an office worker.” You said, your voice faltering a bit.

“Yeah she’s definitely no spy.” One said. He had a puppy dog face and a tall body.

“How do you know Seungmin?” The short muscular one asked.

“Just look at her.” Seungmin said.

The short one chuckled.

“I guess you’re right.” He said.

If you weren’t terrified right now you would’ve kicked him in his shin.

“So it’s settled. Y/N will stay here. We’ll make her useful.” Chan said.

“Useful?” You asked.

He nodded and crossed his arms, looking at you.

“Are you good at anything?” He asked.

“Uh... Office work. And I took first aid classes.” You said.

“Alright. We’ll figure something out.” Chan said.

“Uh, Hyung?” Jeongin asked.

“What?” Chan asked, looking at the younger.

“She uh... has no clothes.” Jeongin said.

“.... Right.” Chan said, standing up and smiling at Minho.

“Minho, since you allowed her to decide, you’ll be the one on babysitting duty until she’s useful. So you’ll be going out shopping for her.” He said.

“What?” Minho hissed.

The others laughed and Minho whipped around and narrowed his eyes on Felix.

“You brought her here too, YOU’RE coming with.” He said.

“Ahhh Hyung.” He groaned.

After the discussion, Jeongin gave you a tour of the large house. It was absolutely huge, a mansion. Art and sculptures lined the walls and hallways, and a few hot tubs were scattered here and there. A giant indoor pool with an open sunroom was in the back of the house.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed.

“Yeah, we love it here. You HAVE to see the garden.” He said.

He lead you to the garden, which was huge. There was a shrub maze and a giant fountain, a large pond with huge koi not too far from it. You smiled as you saw the giant fish raise their lips to the top.

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful mansion.” You said softly.

Jeongin smiled at you as you lightly poked the top of the water, causing the large fish to swim up to it and nibble at your fingers like it was the only meal they’ve gotten in days. You smiled at the large, colorful fish. Despite your situation, you felt completely calm. Jeongin knelt down beside you and stuck his finger in next to yours, giggling as the fish tickled his finger.

“Don’t take Minho’s bad attitude personally. He’s like that with everyone.” He said.

“Really? I thought he just didn’t like me.” You said.

“I don’t know if he likes you or not, it takes him a bit to get used to people.” He said.

“If he doesn’t like people so much, then why did he save me?” You asked. 

“We don’t really like when innocent people get involved or hurt, especially women or children.” He said.

“Then why did that guy say they should’ve killed me?” You asked.

“Woojin? He’s just worried about the group. He’s actually a really warm person.” He said.

“He didn’t seem so warm.” You mumbled.

Jeongin laughed and ruffled your hair.

“You’re funny Noona.” He said.

“You have no idea.” You sighed.

Jeongin got a call and answered, before turning back to you.

“Minho and Felix came back with clothes for you.” He said.

You walked into your room as Minho and Felix were standing there, shirts, leggings, and skirts were put on your bed and hung up.

“We didn’t know your style too much so we got whatever we thought would suit you.” Felix said with a smile.

You nodded as Minho handed you a dark bag and beckoned for the boys to leave. He was the last one, about to leave the room, when you gasped.

“What kind of a women do you take me for?” You gasped.

In the back was an assortment of thongs. You looked up as Minho held eye contact with you.

“Don’t act like you’re not wearing one right now.” Is all he said before he walked out of the room.

“... Touche.” You muttered. 

You couldn’t lie, they were cute, All of them had nice patterns or nicely laced solid colors. They had also grabbed you bras. How the hell did they know your bra size though?

You put your new clothes away and looked up at the ceiling. This new life was something you were going to have to get used too.

[writing-appreciation]

Broken Boy

SYNOPSIS: After losing your father, you don't go to school for two weeks. One night Ned begs you to come back because apparently Peter is in pretty bad shape. Nothing could've prepared you for when you saw him. One day it all just snaps.

WORD COUNT: 5793

WARNINGS: ☡ ENDGAME SPOILERS ☡ Panic Attacks ☡ Night Terrors ☡ a poor attempt at angst ☡ Stream of conscious writing ☡

PARING: Stark! Reader X Peter Parker

GIF NOT MINE: @tommybabyholland

"Ned, what are you doing here. It's 2:56 in the morning." I grumbled as I answered the boy's frantic knocks. "I'm worried about Peter." I said as he quickly entered my house and sat on a couch. "Why? What's going in with him?" I asked, now slightly worried myself. "I don't know, but he's just different." He replied. 

"Ned, my dad died 2 weeks ago. Peter's definitely still gonna be feeling som…" "No, you don't get it because you're not seeing him. Something is wrong." Ned interrupted quickly. "Ned, that was his choice. He said he didn't want to see me." I stayed calmly. "Please, just come to school tomorrow and you'll see." I debated it. I hadn't really spoken to Peter since dad's funeral. According to him, I reminded him too much of my dad and he just couldn't deal with that right now. Originally, I was going to ignore his request. I knew we could've helped one another through the grieving process; but ultimately I decided to give him some time. I was able to mourn with Pepper and Morgan, but now that I'm thinking about it: Peter didn't really have anybody to share his grief with. Besides me, who did he have? May and Ned could've sympathized with him, but I could empathize with him in a way they just couldn't. Maybe, I shouldn't have listened to him. "Fine." I said while crossing my arms. My thoughts made me worry about him. The state Ned was in didn't do much to ease that worry. "Oh, thank you." He let out a heavy sigh and quickly hugged me. "Now get out of here before Pepper calls the cops." I gently nudged him out the front door.

--The next Day--

I anxiously fiddled with my outfit. I haven't physically been to school in three weeks. It was scary. The staff knew why I was gone, but only select students knew I was a Stark. To the rest, it probably just looked like I was using the snap as an excuse to not return to school. "You sure you wanna do this?" Happy asked from the front seat. "No." I answered truthfully. "But I gotta start somewhere." He sent me a small smile through the rear view mirror. As he pulled up in front of the school, I suddenly got overrun with anxiety. Happy caught on when it took me more than 30 seconds to open the door. He continued and parked in a staff parking spot. I saw him open his door and step out. I took a deep breath before he opened mine. "Scooch." He said and made a motion with his hand. I did. "(Y/n). I'm getting flashbacks to your first day of school." I faintly smiled. That was certainly an interesting day. I refused to get out of the car then too. "Listen, I know you're scared of people seeing you again, but it'll all be okay." He smiled. I couldn't help but hug him. Happy's always been there. When dad wasn't available, I had assurance that Happy would be with me to be the fatherly figure I needed. Even now, he's been 100% dedicated to us. "If you don't want to go, then I will gladly turn this car around and drive you straight back home." He said, still hugging me. I looked out the window for a second. I saw a boy that I thought looked like Peter. Expect he was skinnier. His hair was messier. His eyes looked dull and bags were piled under them. It didn't hit me until I reflected on what Ned told me last night: That was Peter Parker. "No, Hap. Thanks for the offer though." I ended our hug. He slid out of the car and held the door open for me. As I exited, I continued to look in Peter's direction. Happy followed my eyes and also looked in disbelief. "He's not going too great." Happy said while handing me my backpack. "I see that." I breathed out. Suddenly he took off. He sped walked in a completely different direction. My assumption was to class. "Alright, all set?" He asked. "Yeah, see you at 2." I said and began walking towards the school. I looked back briefly. I saw him still standing there. He gave me an embarrassingly goofy wave. I laughed and continued on.

I walked in with Peter on my mind. It helped ease the looks I was getting. I received quite a few greetings in the halls. Most from students I never even noticed until now. Strange. I walked down the hall where my locker used to be. I only assume our lockers were the same. "(Y/n)!" I heard a familiar voice call to me. I turned around and was instantly 10 times happier when I saw MJ. "Michelle!" I greeted her with a simple wave. I still remembered that she didn't like touching people. "Hey, so a lot had happened since the last time you were here." She said quickly. "Well, hello to you too." I joked, "Our lockers are still the same or not?" "Yeah, but that's not the point." "Well, walk and talk then." I said as I continued for my locker. It looked like there were papers tapped to it. As I got closer I noticed some were pictures of dad. "MJ, what the hell is this?" I asked when we were standing at my locker. "There's more inside." She replied quietly. I did the combination and watched as dozens of cards, letters, and photos, slid out of my locker. I wanted to cry then. "How did they find out?" I asked MJ, panic now growing by the minute. I could feel the students in the hall watching me. No doubt some were recording me. "Students, carry on!" I heard another familiar voice. It was Dr. Kemp. Our principal. Suddenly the hallway was empty, save for MJ, myself, and two teachers. "Welcome back Miss. Stark." Dr. Kemp smiled kindly. "(L/n)." I corrected bitterly. "You two better get to class. We wouldn't want you to be late." His condescending voice echoed the hall. As he clicked away, I stared at the mess of papers piled around my feet. "(Y/n), I don't have a first, you can put this stuff in here and I'll write you an excuse for being late." "Thanks Mrs. Amber." I replied smally and began to pick up some of  the papers. There were too many to pick up all at once. "Do you need help?" MJ asked. "Nah, it's fine. I'll see you in 2nd." I blankly said. She hesitantly left for class. I sighed and walked them to Mrs. Amber's class. "Here, just put them in your lab drawer. You can pick them up at the end of the day." I thanked her and dumped the stuff in the drawer. I went back out to the hall. Somehow there appeared to be more items. This was going to take a while.

-----Peter's POV----- I quickly walked into class before the first bell rung. It helped to be early. It helped the noises settle in more rather than just walking into a loud room. I saw Ned was already sat in his seat next to me. "Dude, did you hear, (Y/n)'s back?" He asked excitedly. I blanked. She was back? Great. She was going to hate me. "Peter, Hello?" Ned waved his hand in front of me. I couldn't help it. I quickly grabbed his arm and twisted it away. I didn't really even process what I did until I heard Ned's little yelp of pain. "Oh my God. I am so sorry, Ned." I said, immediately releasing my grip. "No, Peter it's fine. Just chill, we're in class. You can't be Spiderman here." He whispered to me. I took his words seriously. There was absolutely no reason for me to be Spiderman at school. Not one. We were safe here. But weren't safe when half the school was snapped out of existence. Were we ever really safe? Anybody could just walk in here and kill students. I had to be ready at a moments notice to be Spiderman. I wasn't going to fail again. The first bell ringing made me flinch. I prepared myself to hear everybody walking into class. 

'Loud. Loud. Some gossip about (Y/n). Squeaky shoes. Opening a locker, slamming another. Ned's breathing. The heartbeat of a kid who just ran into class. Pencils falling to the ground It was all so loud. Too loud. '

It was hard to focus in lessons because of the noise. Today wasn't any different. 30 minutes of class went by and I didn't see (Y/n), but knew she was here from the conversations I was over hearing. She apparently had opened her locker and the cards fell out of her locker. According to some girl in the class next to us, the stuff was everywhere. I felt responsible for it. It was my fault everybody knew about (Y/n). It's only a matter of time before she found that out and ended our friendship. I felt it. With five minutes of the period left, Mr. Kerzic allowed us to pack up. It was fine until the hairs on my arms stood up. Something was about to happen. Suddenly a soft knock on the classroom door caused everybody's attention to move. I could hear her holding her breathing and smell her light perfume from here. There was no doubt it was her, but I needed confirmation. When Mr. Kerzic opened the door he smiled and said, "Welcome back." He stepped aside and let her in. (Y/n). Just how deadly silent the room fell was overwhelming to me. I couldn't imagine what she was going through. She avoidied all eye contact as she made her way to her old seat. She sat on the other side of Ned. She silently sat and pulled out her phone. The air began to taste salty. Tears. She had likely been crying. I began fidgeting with my fingers in an attempt to distract myself from the noises. "Peter." I heard her voice as if she said it right next to me. I turned to the left to see her. Her face instantly fell when she saw me. When the bell rung I debated between talking to her and running to class. Ultimately I decided to head to class. She didn't seem to be in a mood for conversation. ----------(Y/n)'s POV---------- Mrs. Amber did all she could, but I still was required to check in with my 1st period class to not be considered absent. I took a deep breath as I walked to my Trig class. I was trying regain my composure. If there's one thing us Starks are good at, it would be repressing our emotions to oblivion. So I did. Save for a few stress tears. I refused to believe MJ, Ned, or Peter would let my secret out, so that meant a staff member leaked the information. I made a mental note to ask MJ about it during lunch. I was beyond pissed. I stood in front of Mr. Kerzic's door. There were still 10 minutes left in class. I didn't particularly want to show up for that much time. Time meant students could ask questions. So I waited until there were five minutes left. I hesitantly knocked on the door and debated taking off when I did. Mr. Kerzic opened the door and welcomed me back. I gave him a small nod and walked by him. I made my way to my old seat, next to Ned. The whole time I was avoiding the stares by staring at the back of the room. I couldn't help but notice Peter's intense stare at a book he had in his hands. His left leg was bouncing up and down frantically. His eyes were also shaking. I can see what Ned was talking about more clearly now. I sat down and immediately pulled out my phone to look busy.  Usually, I scolded people for doing this, but I needed something to keep people from talking to me. I figured it would be a good idea to check in on Peter. I opened my text messages and texted FRIDAY (After some modifications, yes, she was accepting texts now) to check Peter's heart rate. "110 bpm." I looked at her response in disbelief. Why was he so nervous? No, scared. He's definitely scared. I looked to my side to see him now twiddling his thumbs watching the clock anxiously. "Peter." I barely whispered. To any normal person, they wouldn't have heard me, but I knew Peter heard me. His gaze fell to me briefly. Now that he was looking at me, I could make out just how tired he looked. He obviously wasn't getting much sleep. Then he ran off as soon as the bell rung. Before a crowd of people could begin to talk to me, I called Ned. He turned around and helped block off people from me. "What the hell was that?" I asked when we left the class. "He's not doing well, (Y/n). He's not sleeping, barely eating, and has been burying himself in bei…" "Ned, shh. We've talked about this." I warned him. 

He was, yet again, say something about Peter being Spiderman. It's how MJ found out. Ned Leeds had a problem with indoor voices. 

"I'll try and talk to him during Chem." I said as he stopped by his locker. "I think that will help a lot." He said while grabbing his english book.

I smiled softly and leaned against the lockers adjacent to his. I saw people "sneakily" snapping photos of me as they passed. 

"Ned, how do they know?" I frustratedly asked while trying to hid my face with his locker door. He close his locker and avoided eye contact. He definitely knows something. "Ned, who was it? I'm not mad, I'm just frustrated." I tried to ease his conscience. Maybe he'd tell me he knew I wasn't planning on getting them fired. "Get lost you greedy bastards!" I turned around and saw MJ telling the developing crowd off. "Everybody to class now!" I couldn't tell who's voice it was, but I wanted to thank them. "People suck." She stayed simply as she began to walk with us to class. 

MJ, Peter, and I had British Lit this period, but Ned had English Lit. We all still walked together though as the classes were side by side. 

"I'm over it. I should just have Pepper call me out today." I sighed. "No, you said you'd talk to Peter!" Ned exclaimed. "Oh thank God because he's slowly killing himself." MJ interjected. I cringed. I figured Peter would be going through a tough time, but it was almost ridiculous just how messed up he was. As we reached our respective classrooms we waved bye to Ned, and MJ led the way in. Brit Lit was a much smaller class. Myself, MJ, and Peter included, there were only 12 students. Most of which were upperclassmen. Nobody particularly paid much attention to us sophomores, but today was different. As we entered an abrupt cheer erupted in the classroom. I noticed Peter flinch at this sudden explosion of noise. Shouts of; "Long live Stark!" "Your dad's a hero!" "Your dad died a hero!" "Were you there when the fight broke out?" "Are you going to be the next Ironman?" The questions, while they did bother me, didn't set me off. It was the flashing. This also seemed to affect Peter. He took off. He pushed past me and ran out of the room. I quickly looked at MJ. "Go." She said and turned her attention to the crowd. As I took off I heard her say something about them being asshats. "FRIDAY, find me Peter." I said while tapping on my glasses. "Courtyard at the south side of the building." "Thanks, FRI." I went in the direction of the courtyard. Before I even opened the doors I saw Peter gripping his knees and rocking on a slab of pavement. He was hidden by a few bushes. Without my glasses, I undoubtedly wouldn't have seen him. He's well hidden there. I tried to pull open the doors, but they wouldn't budge. "FRI?" I asked, annoyed. "Peter appeared to web himself in there." I sighed and tapped on my nanotech bracelet. This make a small glove for me. I used a laser to cut around the webbing. "Hey, FRIDAY, remind me to pay to have this fixed." "Of course." I slowly approached Peter. He was mumbling something to himself. It wasn't quite clear. He was just blankly staring at the pavement just above his shoes. "Peter?" I asked, lining myself in his line of sight. This only caused his breathing to quicken and he rocked himself more. "(Y/n), two classes teachers are approaching." I got up to inform the teachers of the situation, but Peter stopped me by latching his hand on my right arm. "Don't go." He shakily pleaded. With my other arm, I grabbed onto his shoulder. I realized he was having a panic attack. I knew I had to anchor him. "Peter, breath." I commanded. He tried. He inhaled for 2 seconds, but began breathing unevenly soon after. His eyes were wondering again. His hand squeezed my arm harder. "Good, okay, try for longer." I moved my hand from his shoulder and to his curls. I noticed his grip on my arm loosened a bit. He was calming down slightly. "Okay, out for 5." I guided him. His eyes were now burning deeply into mine. He nodded and breathed out. After a few rounds of this he was breathing at his normal rate. Through the screen on my glasses, I saw his heart rate was now down to 89 bpm. Not ideal, but much better. When he released his grip I took the moment to sit beside him. "Peter, what's going on?" I asked, still lightly running my hand through his hair. It seemed to calm him the most. ----------PETER'S POV------------- I couldn't take it. The class planned this welcome back party for when (Y/n) returned a while ago. But I didn't expect for it to be so loud. So sudden. So bright. I heard Her, MJ, and Ned walking together. All their breathing made it obvious they were together. Ned has the most uneven breaths. They're never consistent. MJ's breathing was deathly silent. I often wondered if she actively held her breath. And (Y/n) actually does hold her breath. Especially when she's nervous. I wanted to jump up and warn her about what she was about to walk into, but I was busy preparing myself for the commotion. Then MJ entered first. Followed by (Y/n). When she came in, the yelling began. I struggled to cope with the noises, but they weren't the worst part. The flashes were. They reminded me of the battle. I couldn't take it, I ran out of there. I ran down the hall and to the south courtyard. Without even thinking, I webbed the doors behind me. I needed to be alone. I needed time. I walked to a corner that nobody could see me in. I sat down and hugged my knees. "You're okay. You're okay. You're okay. You're safe. You're safe. You're safe." I mumbled to myself through shaky breaths. My brain wasn't believing it. "Peter?" I didn't move. She came to me. She forced herself to be directly in front of me. I heard FRIDAY say something, but my own breathing drowned her out. Whatever it was, it caused (Y/n) to get up a begin to walk away. I didn't process that I grabbed her arm until I was begging her to not go. I felt her grab my right shoulder. The tight grip helped a little. "Peter, breath." She said with authority. I tired to breath in, but I let go. This only made my breathing become more uneven. "Okay, good, try for longer." She moved her left hand to the top of my head. This instantly began to calm me. Just the back and forth movements she was doing were enough to significantly soothe me. I met her eyes. Her usual (E/c) was more dull than I remember. Her sparkle was still there, but not as prominent anymore. They were always so calming. They still are. After a few breathing exercises, I felt normal again. For the first time in 2 weeks, I actually felt okay. "Peter, what's going on?" I watched her sit by me. She kept her hand in my hair, still slightly running her fingers through my hair. "God, how are you?" I asked. She was a bigger victim than me. She lost her dad. I only lost my mentor. "Peter, I'm fine. And I say this from a place of love, you look like crap." She wasn't wrong. Since that day, I haven't had a good night's sleep, my grades were starting to drop, I wasn't eating as much. "It's nothing." "Peter, clearly it's not nothing. Ned convinced me to come back because he's worried about you. Now I am too." Oh God, she came back for me and she's going to hate me. I'm going to lose her too. This caused my breathing to speed up again. I couldn't bare to lose her. We've been friends for years. Losing her would be just as bad as losing Mr. Stark. "Peter, please, talk to me." She turned my face to face her. She dropped her available hand and grabbed a shaking hand. This and her eye contact grounded me momentarily. "I can't. You'll hate me." I choked out, trying to keep my composure. "Peter Parker, I could never hate you." She smiled.

God, what I wouldn't do to keep that smile there. But I knew it would be better for her to find out straight from the horse's mouth than from somebody else. "It was me." I said quickly, avoiding her gaze again. "What was?" She asked, cocking her head to the side in adorable confusion. "I accidentally let it slip that you're Tony's daughter." Her hand fell from my hair. It hit my shoulder on the way down. She immediately looked hurt. "What?" She whispered, tears now ready to fall. Panic. I went back into panic mode. "It was an accident! After I got back to school, I was talking to Ned about everything. I mentioned that it was Mr. Stark that saved the universe and how you weren't gonna be at school for a while because of it, and somebody overhead me. Then everybody spread rumors, then Dr. Kemp confirmed it all. I am so sorry." I said, now lightly crying. She was too. I realized I couldn't lose her, but I was clearly about to. After what I did, I probably don't even deserve her. But I hate that years of friendship is going to end like this. I still haven't even told her about how I feel about her. No doubt that would matter now. "Everyday, Morgan has me tell her a different story about him." She spoke up. "I'm afraid of the day that I run out of stories to tell her." I looked at her in surprise. "You're not mad?" I asked while wiping my tears away. She let out a breathy laugh. "No, Pete. I'm not mad. I just wish I could've done it my way, you know?" She said. After a beat she lazily tucked her head on my shoulder. I felt my heart rate increase.   "Could you…" She paused. Probably thinking. "Do you think you could visit and tell Morgan some stories about dad one day? She loves them so much, and she misses you, and...." "Yeah, of course. I'd love to." I replied and laid my head on hers. 

Two weeks without her and I missed her like crazy. I was stupid for suggesting not seeing her. I just figured she'd want to cope with Pepper and Morgan, not me. 

"But we seriously need to talk about you and this little thing called self care." I laughed and suddenly realized just how bad I must've looked. "We can do that later. I actually have a gift for you." She excitedly said and took her backpack off. "(Y/n), you didn't have you get me anything." I stopped her by gently grabbing her hands to stop her from rummaging through her bag. "It wasn't mine to you. Dad worked on all sorts of projects during those five years. I went through his files and found them. He actually had a few for you in Particular." She took a folder out. The label read 'Mark II 17A.' I remember 17A being the code for my Ironspider suit. 

"It still needed a few modifications. So I worked with it, but I remember him saying something about wanting you to learn how to build suits, you know, before everything went downhill. So, if you want we can hash this out together sometime." She nervously rambled on. "Plus, I saw you in that gang bust, how the extra legs just snapped off. So you do kind of need a new one." She quickly added. "Yeah obviously I want to, but I don't know when I'll be free though." I frowned.

I missed hanging out with her. To us, those who snapped away, only minutes passed. But being told we were gone for five years still notably impacted people and their relationships with others. Not to mention, the last time we hung out was when Tony was still alive. It was a basic movie night. Ned, (Y/n), and I would always try to find a day in a month to binge watch crappy movies. (Y/n) always hosted because she had a whole private theater to herself. Ned and I always suggested our places, but we couldn't argue with a popcorn bar she could supply. This was actually the day before everything happened. I remember Tony and Pepper came home late. Tony made some offhand comment about his daughter being on a date with her two nerd boyfriends. She laughed and threw popcorn at him. He insisted they would join as soon as he and Pepper would get changed. They did. Little did any of us know it was the last time we would all be together and having fun. When the New York attack happened, (Y/n) had been sleeping on the bus. When I saw the huge flying doughnut, I figured it would be okay to wake her up. When she opened her eyes, they went wide. She immediately said we had to be there to help. I agreed and we went. Except eventually we got separated. Next thing I knew I was in Space and she was light years away from me.

As I got all dusty, I asked Tony to tell her I loved her. He just nodded and smiled. He definitely already knew. But obviously as (Y/n) also dusted away, she never got to hear it. 

"Hey, FRI, can you call Happy? Tell him Peter and I want to leave."   I chuckled. Her confidence pulled me back to reality. There's no way Happy would willingly pick us up when we're at school. Especially if there's no special reason for it.

"Mr. Hogan said he will be here in 20 minutes." She smirked at my disbelief. "What? Did you doubt me, Parker? Now let's sneak out." Yep. She definitely is a Stark child. -----(Y/n)'s POV)------ Getting him alone allowed him to speak freely. I discovered that after Happy dropped us off at the old Avengers Tower. The tower was beginning to be furnished again, but some floors still appeared barren. Fury began to settle in for a new HQ for something. I didn't bother to ask. The labs were equipped though. They always were. It was something dad always made sure of. In case a lab were to be destroyed, like when Ultron hit, we still had another. More recently when the Upstate HQ was blown to high hell, we still had this lab. "What do you want to eat?" I asked. It was an honest question, but still had some intent behind it. I wanted to see Peter eat. If he would eat a complete meal. "Uh, whatever you want is fine." He said absentmindedly. He was engrossed in the blueprints of his suit. "Thai is it then." Still no response from him. Even if Thai was his favourite. This worried me a bit. "You know, food can wait for later." I said, still gauging his reaction. "No, (N/n), you should get something to eat." Interesting. Telling me I should eat, but clearly isn't as excited about food anymore. Extremely strange for him. Peter has always been a food junkie. I mentally checked that off of the Peter Parker self care list. ... 12 hours. We spent 12 hours working on Peter's suit. From 10:30 in the morning to 10:30 at night. I was beyond tired at this point. It was harder to tell if Peter was tired. He already has severe bags under his eyes, any new ones wouldn't cause a difference. "You should get some sleep." He said while slightly shaking my shoulder. Apparently I fell asleep at the table. "Are you?" I raised my eyebrow. "No, not yet." "Then, I guess I'll go on a coffee run." I yawned. "(Y/n), you're obviously tired." He took a seat next to me. "As evident by the bags of bags under your eyes, you're not sleeping. So you're undoubtedly tired too." I snapped at him. He tilted his head at my comment. "I can't sleep. People may need Spiderman." "And Spiderman may accidentally screw up due to sleep deprivation. Seriously, Peter have you even slept well since?" I knew the answer, but I needed him to open up to me before I try to help him. His silence was evidence enough. "That's what I thought." I jumped off the stool and turned to face him. "Well, come on." I said and waved him over to a monitor I was walking to. 

I went into the settings and pulled up music playlists. My dad and I previously made these ages ago, but never told anybody about them. It was kind of a joke. In a sort of messed up Stark way anyway. "Pick one." I said and stepped aside for him to mess with the screen. 

I saw his eyes flick to the 'Sleep Soundly brat' playlist. He also perked up at the '(Y/n)'s top picks for an old man who is obsessed with ACDC and needs to expand his music choices :). ' We had a lot of playlists with ridiculous names like that, but that was part of the joke. He looked at the selection for a good minute. He finally chose 'Stark Songs Selected by the Starks.' "Nice choice." I smiled softly. We made that specific playlist after he became my legal guardian. "What now?" He asked, now "subtly" twiddling his thumbs. "Sleep." I said and made my way to the lounge just outside the lab. 

It had pillows and blankets and couches so we were set. It was also a good thing we both decided to dress lazily today. He was wearing his school sweater with sweats. I was in an oversized jumper and leggings. Both equally cozy outfits. 

"(Y/n), I don't know. May's probably worried about me, and I…" "Peter, I already texted May. She said you needed a night to chill. So please, just chill. Catch up on sleep. Happy said he'd bring us a change of clothes for tomorrow. For now just rest." I explained as I sat on one of the couches. 

He still looked reluctant, but did eventually sit on a couch opposite from me. As soon as he sat down he commented on how comfortable the couch was. Almost immediately after he was out. I dragged myself up and gently covered him with a blanket. It was supposed to be colder tonight. I didn't want him catching acute frostbite. I smiled and tucked a stray curl off of his forehead.

I missed him. Truly. But I wanted to give him time to grieve. I know how close him and my dad were. He definitely needed time to process. So did I. But to go two weeks without seeing somebody you previously saw everyday was a lot. 

Seeing him now at peace was different than before. Before he just had simple problems falling asleep. Nothing a quick TV show binge couldn't cure, but now he looked exhausted. It was nice to see him have some semblance of peace in this moment. I was about to doze off myself until I heard mumbling coming from Peter. "No… stop. Let h..er go." I didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was distracting. "No.. (Y/n), get.. out of the way…" "No!" He shouted and threw himself up. The action made me jump up and run to him. "Peter, hey. It's  (Y/n.)." I snapped my fingers near his ears in an attempt to wake him up. His eyes jolted open and his hands tightly locked on both sides of me. His breathing was rugged and hard. He did a once over. I assume he was checking to see if I was alright. Before I knew it he pulled me in for a bone crushing hug. I patted his back softly as I heard his sobs fall out of his mouth.

"You were… and he just s-hot you." He said in between breaths. "Hey, I'm okay." I pulled us apart for a second and observed him. 

His eyes were bloodshot, which made him appear even more exhausted. His lips were quivering. He was broken. I could only imagine the past two weeks have been filled with his night terrors. 

"I can't lose you too." He said in one breath. It only prompted him to fall into a fit of sobs again. 

I just held him. I placed my chin on the top of his head. I didn't know how to fix this. If it was even possible to fix. The once hopeful, joyful, optimistic Peter Parker was currently buried beneath so much carnage that all what remained was the empty husk of who he once was. How was I supposed to help him when he can't even sleep for 3 minutes without his subconscious attacking him with worst case scenarios? I don't know. And that scares me.

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A/N: I couldn't figure out how to format this for some reason. Tumblr started acting up, so sorry for the inconsistent spacing. 

[nicememerino]

Read Chapter 4 of not an experiment on AO3 or under the cut! thanks for reading.

Steve went and knocked on the Byers’ door and waited maybe 30 seconds before an excited El swung it open and threw her arms around Steve, engulfing him in a hug.

“Hey, El. Where’s Joyce?” He asked as he stepped into the house. El shut the door behind him and pointed down the hall. 

When the Byers moved they decided it was probably best to stay close to Hawkins, they had gotten a pretty good-sized house right outside of town with the hush money the government provided. The house was close enough that Will was able to stay at school with his friends and Joyce could keep her job.

“Mrs. Byers! I’m here!” He called out towards her room. She quickly came out of her bedroom as she finished buttoning up her Melvalds vest. 

“Thank you so much for staying with her Steve. I should be home around 5, are you still picking the boys up from school?” She asked as she ran around the living room collecting her things and kissing El on the forehead as a goodbye. 

“Yep! I’ll get Will back here in one piece. Be safe Mrs. Byers!” He called out after her as she ran out the door. As the door closed, he turned and glanced over the room. 

This house was bigger than the old one but it was still homey and comfortable. On the walls there were pictures of Jonathan and Will as kids, some of El scattered throughout but in reality, they hadn’t been able to document her existence until recently when the government finally gave them the okay. Since then, Jonathan had decided to take plenty of pictures of her, making sure she knew that she was a part of the family just as much as he and Will were. 

Everyone in the house had their own room, the kitchen was large, there was a separate dining room, and Steve bet that they could probably fit at least three couches in the living room. Joyce had argued that they only needed two.

 Steve turned his attention towards El and shrugged. He had always been close with the kids but he and El never really had a chance to get to know each other until she moved into the Byers house and started homeschool. He knew more about where she came from than he did about her but he still tried, it was just hard with both of them not knowing how to act around each other. It wasn’t until he started babysitting for Joyce that he had learned anything personal about her, it started with El showing Steve all her scrunchies, her favorite one that Max had given her, the first one she ever bought, the one that Mike gave her for her birthday.

El’s birthday was celebrated intensely, Steve came to find out. All the kids always went way out and tried to make the craziest parties for her. She had only had two birthdays since she had escaped the lab, but everyone always tried to make them special for her. Since the only people who knew her real birthday was the government and maybe Brenner, the kids decided they would celebrate it on the day she had shown up. 

Steve learned everything he could ever want to know about El after all the time he spent babysitting her. Of course, she had school work to do but after the first few weeks, they established a routine. Steve would get there, say bye to Mrs. Byers, listen to El talk about whatever she wanted for about 30 minutes, then she would hop into her school work for the day. Once El ran out of things to talk about and didn’t have anything particularly interesting to share, she started talking to Steve while she did her work. It turns out she’s a better multitasker than most of the kids.

When Joyce wasn’t there with her somebody else typically was just to make sure she was doing her work. The plan had been for her to catch up as quickly as she could then for Hopper to enroll her into Hawkins High when the time came, but now Hop was gone and El wasn’t exactly ready to be a freshman. 

“So are you still working on 7th-grade math or have you moved up since I last saw you?” Steve asked as he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table. It had only been a week since he had last babysat but El was surprisingly good with math and moved quickly. She was maybe even better than the other Gremlins.

 “I’m almost done with 7th grade. Joyce said I might be able to go to school with Will next year!” El explained as she grabbed her most recent worksheets from the desk in the corner. She spread them out on the table and took the seat next to Steve.

“That’s great kiddo! Do you need help with any of it?” Steve asked. Most of the time if she got stuck she’d come to him on her own, but there had been few occasions where Steve had found her with tears of frustration coming out of her eyes because there were some problems she just couldn’t quite grasp. 

El shook her head and looked up at Steve, “Do you?” She asked him. El had also started asking Steve questions about his personal life, which he didn’t mind, but most stuff that goes on in his life wasn’t exactly exciting.

“Do I what?” Steve questioned back. Of course, he didn’t need help with 7th-grade math, he was the one teaching her, not the other way around.

“Need help. You’re confused” She said matter-of-factly. Steve groaned and shook his head since they had gotten closer El had lost all ideas of boundaries when it came to looking into Steve’s head or asking questions about anything going on. It wasn’t fun when she had come out of Jonathan’s room one day with a dirty magazine and asked Steve why some of the girls weren’t wearing shirts.

“What is with you kids and being in my head. No El, I don’t think you can help me with what I’ve got going on.” Steve answered as calmly as he could. Between wanting to see Billy, Dustin basically coming out to him, Robin telling him he needs more friends, and him being the resident babysitter, Steve had his hands full.

“I can try,” El stated. She sat her pencil down and focused completely on Steve. He rolled his eyes and nudged her.

“You’re just trying to get out of having to do your work. But I’ll humor you.” Steve said as he leaned back as far as he could in the wooden dining chair, he saw El’s face light up out of the corner of his eye.

“Robin thinks I need more friends, and I want to be friends with this one guy, but I don’t think he likes me very much,” Steve explained. He wasn’t about to spill everything to a 14-year-old, he tried to be as vague as he possibly could considering the circumstances.

“Billy?” She asked. Steve blinked at her, once, twice, three times, before he spoke.

“You in my head again kid?” He asked jokingly. El shook her head and rolled her eyes, a habit she had learned from Mike.

“You like him,” She stated once again with her matter-of-fact tone. Steve groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

“Yeah, I guess. He’s better now. He isn’t trying to beat me up constantly, which is nice. He comes in to rent movies sometimes and he’s smiling” Steve explained. Of course, he liked Billy, he thought he was super cool, he had since he had first shown up in Hawkins.

“You want him to be your boyfriend,” El said. She then picked up her pencil and looked back at her paper as if she hadn’t said anything strange at all. 

“What? El no. I don't want Billy to be my boyfriend. That’s crazy. Insane. I mean he tried to beat me up! You weren’t here for that but he could have killed me!” Steve said, trying to convince himself more than El. She shrugged and started working on her paper.

“Jonathan said it’s okay,” El informed Steve. Of course, he knew what she was talking about but he really didn’t want to have this conversation with another 14 years old. He should at least talk to Robin about it first before he involved all of the Gremlins. Steve sighed and rubbed a hand over his face wishing his life was easier.

“I know it’s okay El, but lots of people think it’s really not okay. Billy is probably one of those people” 

 El looked up from her paper at her babysitter, “Max said he is better. He isn’t mean to her anymore. He talks to her.” El said looking into Steve’s eyes. “Maybe he won’t be mean to you” She suggested. It was probably the best words any of the Gremlins had ever said to him but he didn’t want to inflate El’s ego so he changed the subject to breakfast which quickly got her mind off of Steve’s boy problems.

 When it came time to go get Will and Dustin, Steve asked El if she wanted to ride with him. As far as people in Hawkin’s knew, El was Will and Jonathan’s cousin Elenor whose mom had recently passed. That was the story they had stuck to ever since El had been able to go out and people had started asking questions, but Joyce had still tried to keep her away from people that might go poking where their noses didn’t belong. El still left the house at any chance she got, today being no exception.

 The two pulled up in the high school parking lot and sat for a few minutes before the final bell rang and students started pouring out into the parking lot. Before they saw any of the Gremlins, El spotted the exact person Steve was hoping to avoid, El hit Steve’s arm and pointed to the blonde. Steve quickly pushed her hand down and reminded her it was rude to point.

“Go talk,” She told Steve. Before he could protest, he looked up and made eye contact with the younger boy. 

Billy was wearing a tight pair of jeans, his regular black boots, and the tightest black shirt he had ever seen on a boy. It held onto his biceps like the shirt was clinging for dear life, Steve didn’t even want to think about how good Billy would look if somebody dumped water on him right now. 

The brunet was quickly pulled out of his fantasy when El pinched his arm.

“You’re gonna pay for this when we get home,” Steve told her as he watched Billy walk towards the car.

“Hey pretty boy, didn’t expect to see you here,” He said casually as Steve stepped out of the car.

“Yeah yeah don’t cream your pants” Steve replied as he tried to hide his smile. From inside the car, he heard a quiet hum of confusion. Billy had heard it too because before Steve could say anything the blonde looked into his rolled down window and came face to face with El.

“Oh shit,” Billy said as he jumped back. He hadn’t expected another person to be in the car with Steve.

“Billy, this is-” Steve started before he was rudely interrupted.

“El!” Max yelled as she ran up to the car. She quickly pushed Steve out of the way and hopped in the car to talk to her best friend. Billy laughed as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. How they hadn’t become crushed against his pecs, Steve would never know.

“You let all the shitheads push you around like that?” Billy asked as he lit the item in his hand. Steve chuckled and glanced into the car to check on El.

“Nah, but they don’t get to see her a lot so it’s understandable,” Steve explained. Billy nodded and offered Steve a drag of his cigarette.

“I’ve met her before. Just so you know,” Billy said as Steve plucked the cig out of his hand.

Steve raised an eyebrow before taking a drag. “Really?” Steve asked. As far as he knew, El’s contact with the outside world was super limited, there was no reason for her to have ever met Billy.

“Well, more than once. But only once as me.” Billy said. Steve didn’t have to ask what he meant by that. 

 After Starcourt happened and everyone had started to heal Steve had finally gotten the courage to ask what happened to Billy and the munchkins had explained the whole flayer incident in detail, including the sauna story. Steve still didn’t like to bring it up but Billy mentioned it as if it was as normal as asking about the weather. Steve was gonna ask where he and El had met but before he had a chance the rest of the kids had come running to the car.

“Steve!” Lucas had shouted. He ran up to give him a high five but he spotted Billy, he decided against getting too close and just gave Steve a quick nod before going around to the other side of the car where El had her window rolled down. Steve heard Billy audibly sigh from beside him and suddenly Steve wondered if he had ever apologized for what had happened that night. 

“We should get pizza and go back to Will’s to start the campaign!” Dustin yelled. All of the kids shouted in agreeance as they started to pile into Steve’s car. He and Billy were standing next to the driver's side door. Will had looked over at the two and gave them a weird look before sliding into the backseat.

“Looks like I have to get them all pizza and watch them play the game for the rest of the night. You want to come hang out and make my life a bit more bearable?” Steve asked before he could even process what he was offering. 

Billy gave him a smirk and stole the cigarette back from him, “I’ll meet you there?” He asked as he licked his lips before he took a long drag off the stick. Steve was mesmerized but was quickly shaken out of his trance by El tugging on his shirt sleeve.

“Yeah, you know where Will lives?” Steve asked as he watched Billy get into his newly fixed Camaro. Steve hadn’t even noticed it parked a few cars down. Max quickly took the hint and got out of Steve’s car and headed to get into Billy's.

“We’ll find out won’t we princess?” Billy said as he pulled off leaving Steve slightly mesmerized.

 On the way home everyone kept asking Steve about Billy and what was going on between the two boys.

“I saw you guys sharing a cigarette. I might be 14 but I know that’s not something normal people do” Lucas said as they pulled out of the pizza hut drive-thru. Steve rolled his eyes and continued to ignore their questions until Mike said something that pissed him off.

“My mom said that you’ll get aids if two guys share saliva” Mike, of course, meant nothing by it, he knew what aids were and what his mom really meant. He wasn’t even trying to be an asshole, it was just one of those comments you let slip and then realize what it means the second it comes out of your mouth.

Steve huffed and replied with, “Yeah well your mom was trying to fuck Billy last summer so I’m not sure what she considers worse, being gay or a predator” 

All the kids had gotten quiet when they heard that, mostly because nobody knew about it except a select few people, and Steve wasn’t supposed to be one of them. He honestly didn’t know how true it was, Heather had come into Scoops that summer and he had overheard her telling the story to her friends and in all honesty, Mrs. Wheeler was kind of a creep, so he wouldn’t put it past her.

The kids all made a noise that Steve could only describe as disgusted as he continued towards the house. Steve regretted saying anything about the incident but he wasn’t gonna let the kids think he tolerated people saying stuff like that. He almost made Dustin walk to school that morning because of a slur, there was no way he was gonna let the kids think he condoned Mike’s mom’s behavior just because she was an adult.

“Mike, your mom is a cougar,” Dustin had said quietly before the car erupted with laughter and moans of protest from Mike.

[midnightmorales]

party - p.p. (part one?)

prompt number: 7 - “no, and that’s final,”

fandom: mcu (platonic peter parker x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: nope

word count: 1.9K

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you tapped your pencil on your desk rhythmically, paying no attention to anything your teacher was saying. to be honest, you never listened in that class- it was right before lunch, and you were always too hungry to hear anything. plus, that specific teacher was mega boring.

suddenly, the bell rang, snapping you out of your daze and finally dismissing you to lunch. "yes!" you whispered, collecting your stuff and bolting out of the door. you'd ask someone for the homework later. right now, you needed to eat.

you hastened to shove your books in your locker, spotting your friend liz heading down the hall, coming your way. when the two of you made eye contact, she smiled, offering you a small wave.

you slammed your locker shut, grinning back at her. you walked over, meeting liz in the middle of the hall. "hey," you said, walking alongside her. "i'm fucking starving,"

she laughed. "dude, it's only, like," she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jeans, turning it on. "it's 12:32, y/n, how are you hungry?"

"i forgot breakfast, okay?!" you said defensively, your voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

liz laughed, but was quickly cut off by what looked like a dawning of realization. "i can't believe i almost forgot! i'm throwing a party tonight- no, my parents won't be there, but yes, they did give me permission,"

"sweet," you grinned as the two of you entered the crowded cafeteria. "i'll ask my parents tonight. when does it start?"

"you can come around eight, but if you get there anytime after that you won't be late,"

"liz!" someone yelled from across the cafeteria. she looked back and waved at them, giving you an apologetic smile before heading off in the other person's direction, leaving you to join the lunch line alone.

after your chat with liz, the rest of the day went by fairly quickly. you finished up the rest of your classes, and when the 3:00 bell rang, you rushed to get to your locker and meet up with the people you walked home with.

you and two of your other friends walked your usual route, hitting your house- the closest- first. "bye!" you screamed to them as you stepped up to your door.

when you walked into your house, your dad was in the kitchen, presumably cooking dinner. "hey, dad,"

"hey, sweetie," he said, not looking up from the counter. "what happened at school today?"

"nothing much," you said, tossing your backpack down on the couch. "liz invited me to a party though,"

your father finally looked up at you. "tonight?" he asked. you nodded eagerly, waiting for his answer. "sorry, honey, but you can't go,"

"what?" you cried. "why?"

"don't you have a test tomorrow?" your dad asked, looking back down at the meal he was preparing.

"yeah," you shrugged. "but i've studied enough! dad, please-"

"no, y/n." you opened your mouth again to protest, but he cut you off. "no, and that's final."

you groaned, snatching your backpack back up and stomping up the stairs to your bedroom. you slammed your door and flopped down on your bed.

you stared at your ceiling, examining every mark and dent you could find. it was decided while you'd marched up the stairs that you would sneak out- now, there was only one thing left: how? 

you easily fabricated your excuse: you'd tell your parents you were feeling a little tired, that you'd stayed up a little late the night before. you'd make sure to tell them around 7:40, and then stay locked in your room until about 8:20. if you parents were going to check on you at all that night, they'd do it between those times.

but how would you leave? you glanced at your window, but common sense quickly eradicated that idea. you thought about going through the front door, but that too seemed iffy. you lay on your bed, deep in thought.

after a few minutes of hard contemplation, you came to the resolution that there were no other options; it was either door or window.

you stood from your bed, walking over to the single window that was in your bedroom. you opened it, and stuck your head out so that you were peering down the side of your house.

"nope, nope, nope," you said out loud, pulling your head back through the window and shutting said window very quickly.

you ran through all the exits in your house again in your head, hoping to find something you'd skipped over, but there was nothing. you'd have to go through the front door.

you sighed, walking back over to your bed and flopped down face first, rolling over so that you were staring at your ceiling again. a quick glance at your alarm clock told you it was 5:23pm.

"might as well do some homework," you mumbled, moving so that the upper half of your body was dangling off of your bed just enough that you could reach your backpack. you pulled it up onto the bed along with the upper half of your torso, swinging your body so that you were now sitting upright with the bag resting in your lap.

when you'd finally finished all your homework, at 7:13, you flipped over on your bed, grinning into your pillow. you were going to the party! plus, you had just enough time to pick out a cute outfit!

you jumped to your feet excitedly, making your way to your closet as soon as you hit the ground. after having a mini-montage in your mirror, you decided on a simple pair of mom jeans and a yellow shirt with a white flower print on it.

by the time you'd finished, though, it was already 8:00. "so my plan is set back twenty minutes," you thought, shrugging internally. "big deal."

you changed back into your previous clothes before heading back down to your living room. there, you found your parents watching tv in the living room. this "sneaking-out-through-the-front-door" thing was definitely going to be a bit of a challenge.

"hi, mom," you said casually, trying your best to be as inconspicuous as possible. "didn't hear you come home."

your mother nodded at you, smiling. "hey, honey,"

"listen, i think i'm just gonna head to bed early," you told them, throwing in a fake yawn for good measure "i stayed up pretty late last night and it's kind of catching up to me."

"actually, i think i'm gonna head in too," your dad said, standing up. "love?" he said, looking to your mom.

she sighed, standing up too. "might as well. there's no point in saying awake if the rest of the house is dead to the world,"

you kissed your parents goodnight and followed them upstairs to the bedrooms. you parted ways as they went in theirs and you went in yours.

after turning the lights off, you dashed to get in your bed, getting under your covers in an instant. you checked your phone; 8:12. you would stay, as you had decided earlier, for a little while- just in case your parents came in to check on you- and then head out.

you incessantly checked your phone for the next thirty-four minutes, almost unable to put it down. even at 8:30, no one had come to check up on you; you figured you were pretty safe for the rest of the night.

you got ready as quietly as possible, avoiding every creaky floorboard in your room. once you were all done, you carefully opened your bedroom door and slipped through.

be it a miracle, or be it two very overworked parents, you got out scott free. as you walked out into your front yard, though, you realized something: you didn't have a ride.

you didn't know how to drive, and it was sure as hell way too late to call anyone. you'd have to walk to liz's house.

it wasn't that it was far- it was just that your shoes were more for aesthetic than comfort, and you didn't know if you'd make it. nevertheless, you sighed, starting your long trek.

you were a bit sweaty once you arrived, but all of that left your mind as soon as you stepped in. everything looked amazing! liz greeted you at the door almost immediately, to your relief.

"y/n, you're here!" she cried. "you look sooo nice,"

"why, thank you, my good lady," you said, giving her a small curtsy. “as do you,” she laughed.

"alright, well there's pizza, and drinks, and-" in the middle of liz's sentence, a loud sound came from a room to your left. you and liz looked over to see flash tomphson trying to wave thick, black smoke out of the air, smiling awkwardly.

"sorry! sorry! everything's fine, don't-" he stopped, coughing. "don't worry!"

you smiled, laughing. liz gave him a thumbs up, shaking her head. suddenly, you heard the front door open again. you spun around, joining liz in facing the other way, and locked eyes with two boys you had not yet had the pleasure of meeting.

"peter, ned, you came!" liz said, grinning. "have you guys met y/n yet?" the pair greeted liz, shaking their heads. "this is only my best friend in the whole world,"

she grabbed your shoulders and gave you a light shake. "nice to meet you," you said, smiling as you held your hand out  to the one wearing the hat. "i'm y/n y/l/n,"

"ned leeds," he said, smiling back and shaking your hand. "and that's peter,"

you looked over at his friend, who for some reason looked incredibly nervous as he smiled at you. he blinked, and offered a small wave. "parker," he added.

"hey, peter parker," you grinned, eyeing him as he shook your hand, trying to figure out the reason for his anguish. "i-" just as you were starting a new sentence, a large crash came from somewhere in the depths of the house.

"oh god," liz said, turning to look in the direction of the sound. "my parents will kill me if anything's broken, i gotta-" she nodded, seeing as the rest was a given, and ran off.

"penis parker!" you heard flash yell into his mic, projecting the words well around the house.

you glanced back at peter and ned, to see them whispering to each other before peter ran off, and ned wandered over in the opposite direction.

you cocked your head, watching curiously as the curly haired boy walked through the door, looking ever so suspicious.

you followed him, a few feet behind though, and making sure to say hi to people along the way to blend in more. apparently it worked, because when he thought he was alone, he pulled back his shirt sleeve and shot what looked like a spider web from his wrist and onto a part of liz's roof.

"the hell..." you whispered to yourself, watching closely as he used the thin string to swing himself up on the roof.

spider-man, you realized.

you looked behind you; no one else had seen. you walked around to the side of the building peter had been on, and found him sitting on the edge of the roof. "hey!" you yelled up at him, loud enough so only he could hear. "are you... you know..."

"aw, come on!" he cried out exasperatedly, his voice going up at least three octaves. "did you see-" you nodded. "so you know-" you nodded again. "shit,"

"i won't tell anyone," you said quickly, stepping closer. "i just wanna know what's wrong,"

he sighed, looking down to make sure you were the only one who had seen him. "fine," he said after a while. he jumped down from the roof gracefully, joining you back on solid ground. "i'll tell you everything,"

[whenimaunicorn]

What if I said I didn’t want you to stop?

CW: spanking, playfighting, and way too much description of cigarette smoking

Hvitserk Ragnarsson took another drag from his cigarette, pulling with so much relish that he let go for a moment, long fingers splaying as he held it up with only his pursed lips. When he plucked it from his mouth again, he held his breath for a moment before blowing the smoke out in a cloud that the breeze brought swirling back around his dirty blonde hair.

I loved watching Hvitserk smoke. Any hot guy, really, but Hvitserk in particular. We were on the back porch of the apartment he shared with his brother Ubbe and a few other guys, having a cig after class.  Before we finished writing up that lab due tomorrow, that he had been putting off working on all week. We could put it off a little longer. I took a puff from my own smoke as Hvitserk leaned forward and tapped ash into the dish between us.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he announced, then collapsed back into his chair and sucked in another long pull. He was one of those guys that was always ‘about to quit,’ which only made him enjoy each one more dramatically than the last. He rolled his head against the cushion to look at me. “You want a soda or something?”

“Yeah,” I said.

Hvitserk gestured back into the apartment. “Fridge is that way.” He had the grace to grin after he said it, like the little shit that he was.

I rolled my eyes and stood, smoothing my skirt as I rose. As much as I tried to keep my pride up, I think Hvitserk was figuring out that he could pretty much ask me for anything and I’d do it. The boy was just too damn hot for his own good.

I stepped past him to head through the door, only to feel a sharp impact against my backside.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, rubbing the spot where he had just spanked me. It was just a little bit harder than I expected a joking swat to be.

But Hvitserk was just grinning. “Get me a Coke while you’re up?”

I glared at him, but gave up when I couldn’t think of a snappy comeback. Ubbe came through the doorway just as I was making to go in.

“Hey you,” Hvitserk’s brother beamed, turning on his 100-watt smile and setting his hand momentarily on my waist as I squeezed past him.

I nodded, playing it cool. Good looks ran in the family. And Ubbe could grow a better beard. With my thoughts already racing over how to interpret Hvitserk’s slap, I did not trust myself to open my mouth to Ubbe just then without something awkward or nonsensical coming out.

When I came back with two Cokes, Ubbe was just lighting up his own cigarette, shoulders hunched against the cooling breeze. He was sitting in my spot. I handed Hvitserk his drink, and was rewarded with another slap to the ass. I should have been ready for it, but I yelped anyway; he had managed to hit me in the exact same place and so it actually hurt this time. “Thanks babe!” he said loudly, then busted out laughing at himself.

I shook my head, trying to figure out how to play along. Hvitserk occasionally flirted with me, and I just about always blew it. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you the first rule of the playground? Keep your hands to yourself,” I tried.

“Guess not,” Hvitserk said, parking his cigarette on his soft lower lip so he could open the Coke can with two hands.

I shook my head and stepped past him, making for the seat on the far side of the porch.

I yelped again when Ubbe’s hand darted out, and cracked me on the other cheek.

“Hey!” I glared down at him.

Ubbe shrugged, flashing me that charming grin again. “I guess no one ever taught me, either.”

“What is this, some kind of spanking party?” I complained.

Hvitserk was quick to reply. “Ooh, that sounds fun.”

“Your turn next, then,” I fired back at him, miming a full-armed slap in his direction.

He waggled his eyebrows at me.

Ubbe slapped me again, and I jumped out of his range, recovering the smoldering stump of my cigarette from the ashtray as I quickly sat down. I gave him my meanest look before sucking the last drag off of it.

“That pencil skirt just looks too good on you,” he said by way of excuse.

I could barely suppress my smile at the compliment. I wasn’t really a girl that got noticed a lot. “Hey, do you know what’s going to be on the test next week? I didn’t write it down.” Ubbe and I were both in the same history class, which met at 8:30 in the morning. I was lucky if my sleepy ass retained a quarter of what that professor said.

Ubbe flicked the end of his smoke with his thumb while he thought about it. “Everything up through the Renaissance, I think?”

“Fuck.”

He grinned at my distress. “You need to see my notes?”

“That would help.”

“I’ll get ‘em after I finish this.”  He watched me over the flaring cherry as he took another drag.

I had to look away, not sure what I was seeing in his eyes.

Hvitserk sounded a little annoyed. “You’re still helping me with that lab first though, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m going to my buddy’s show later on, so we should probably get going on that now.”

“Sure.”

Ubbe pressed the stump of his cigarette into the ashtray to smother it, then pressed his hands to his knees and stood up. “I’ll grab my notes for you anyway. You can copy ‘em when you get the chance.” He winked, tilting his head where Hvitserk couldn’t see. “You could always hang here with me if you still need time after he heads out.”

All I could do was nod dumbly.

“Actually,” Hvitserk interjected as Ubbe shuffled past him off the porch, “you might want to check out this show with me. It’s heavy metal, I think you’d like it. They kind of sound like Inter Arma?”

I glanced at Ubbe’s back as he slipped through the doorway. “Sounds cool.” It was hard to decide which option seemed more enticing. Or which brother I had a better chance with. “So how much of this lab do we have left to do?”

Hvitserk did not appear to be in a hurry to get to work. He had lit another smoke, and was settled deep into his seat like he planned to take a nap. After another lazy puff, he looked at me from under lidded eyes. “Come here.”

He said it softly, like it was the kind of thing he said to me all the time. It wasn’t. My stomach fluttered as I rose from my seat. What was he gonna do? What did he want me to do?

Hvitserk didn’t move a muscle as he watched me approach, just reclined there with his legs spread like I was about to give him a lapdance or something. It annoyed me just enough that I went with the impulse to do something sassy.

I reached down and plucked the cigarette right out of his mouth. I brought it to my own lips and took a long, satisfying drag, staring levelly into his darkened eyes the whole time.

Hvitserk shook his head, glaring up at me from under heavy brows, and slapped my ass for like the fourth time today. I winced and tried to give him back his smoke, giggling just a little.

He wouldn’t take it. Instead, he leaned forward and fired off a few more rapid slaps to my aching buttcheek. When I tried to twist away, he grabbed my arm and held me close enough to keep going. “Stop!” I yelped.

“I’ll stop if you admit you have a crush on me,” he called, muscling me in closer so that he could keep slapping away at that same, stinging spot.

My face burned, but it was as much from arousal as embarrassment. “Fuck you,” I said through my gasping giggles. I pulled myself as far out as his grip on my wrist would let me, which only made Hvitserk rise from his chair and chase me to the corner of the porch with a smirk.

“That’s not the magic word,” he tutted, and took hold of my shoulders, trying to turn me around so he could get at my ass again.

I tried to fight him, but I still had a burning cigarette perched between my fingers, and I wasn’t about to set fire to the joint just to win a playful little grapple. He got me spun around quickly enough, pressing my thighs against the low wall that bordered the porch with one arm wrapped tight around my waist.

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” he growled into my ear, as he started in with the slaps again.

He had me so out of breath that my next words came out sultry: “What if I said I didn’t want you to stop?”

Hvitserk answered me with a throaty chuckle, a rumbling sound that made things tighten low in my belly. “Ooh, a bad girl. Then maybe you’d better stop fighting me, and come lay across my lap so I can finish this spanking the right way.”

He guided me to the chair in the back corner, where we wouldn’t be easily seen from the street. Not saying another word, he sat down, took the cigarette that I had forgotten was still between my fingers, ashed it over the side of the porch and then brought it to his lips. “Bend over,” he ordered.

He watched my face steadily as I stepped beside him, then draped myself over his lap as artfully as I could. I ended up with my belly and forearms on his knees, both hands wrapped around the arm of the chair. I looked up just in time to see him flick the cigarette out into the street, and to catch the lusty way his eyes traveled over my backside.

“This is more like it,” he said, letting his right hand follow the path his gaze had just taken. I tingled everywhere that he touched.

When he spanked me again, the impact thudded my whole body against him. A couple more hits had me practically melting into his lap.

“I want to see if your skin is getting red,” he said, voice husky. “Can I pull up your skirt?”

His hand made smooth circles on my asscheek while he waited for my answer. “Okay,” I managed to whisper past my overwhelmed arousal. I felt Hvitserk grabbing at the bottom of my skirt, then he drew it up over my hips. “Wait,” I called as another thought interrupted. “Isn’t Ubbe going to be coming back any minute?”

Hvitserk stopped with his fist balled up in the fabric about an inch away from my pussy. “Is that really a problem for you?” He leaned in until his mouth was hovering just above my ear. “How about we just let him look. I’ll take you back to my room soon enough.”

Tagging: @ceridwenofwales @equalstrashflavoredtrash @grungyblonde and maybe you guys can spread this around to the other Hvitserk lovers, I’m like out of the loop these days

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Supernatural AU: Episode 7 - Memories Remain

Part 1

Under the mesmerizing whirr of the ceiling fan, he rolled his eyes and groaned, the constant ringing on the other side of the phone driving him crazy. “Baby, come on! Pick up,” he breathed.

Again it went to voice mail. In anger, he spun around and threw the phone onto the bed and watched it bounce into the pillows and onto the floor before picking it up to call her back. “Beka…baby.” Now he was getting frustrated. A talk about picking up his phone calls would need to happen. He shouldn’t have to keep calling like this just to get his girlfriend to answer.

Just as he was about to disconnect the call again, he heard the unmistakable lightness in her voice. Why did she sound so calm? He’d been calling for 20 minutes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” She sighed, frustration lacing her tone. 

“I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes. Why haven’t you picked up?” He felt anger roiling through his body with each word. “What if it had been an emergency?”

“But it’s not,” she replied. “ It never is. I have a big chem test tomorrow, remember? I’m studying.”

Pushing up with his free hand, he got up and kicked his dresser. His Beka was the smartest girl he’d ever known; she’d be fine. “Baby, you’ll be fine. The Velgard party’s tonight. You said you’d go with me.” All he had to do was sound a little pouty and she’d cave. She always gave in.

In her own home, she curled into her desk, desperate to get him to let it go so she could study and not fail this test. Her fucking professor was making it 35 percent of her grade, so if she failed this she was screwed. “I can’t. I need to study.”

“No you don’t,” he snapped, pacing his dorm as he spoke. “You study constantly. You’re going to pass and you know it. Is it me? You’ve been wanting to go to this party for ages and now you don’t wanna go.”

The two of them went around and around, the pencil breaking in Rebekah’s hand before she gave him what he wanted. She had studied. Not a lot, but some. So she’d probably be fine. “Okay, okay. Let me get changed and I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”

“Finally, yes, I gotta have my girl on my arm.”

When she hung up the phone, he pulled his packet of cigarettes out and lit the tip, embers flaring up red before the smoke hit his lungs. He wasn’t exactly a member of the in-crowd, but Beka was a school-wide beauty. Everyone wanted her. But he had her. He’d look like an idiot if he didn’t show up with her after talking up how they’d just celebrated their three-month anniversary.

After chain-smoking three cigarettes in a row, he pulled on the bracelet Beka had given him for their anniversary, a gift her mother had given to her father more than a decade ago, and checked in the closet for something to wear. Although he’d prefer going in his boxers (the freedom was really something else) it probably wouldn’t be appropriate, so jeans and a t-shirt it was. The first one that caught his eye was the one that Beka hated; she said it was “douchey.” But why should he care? He liked it and that should be all that mattered right?

As he dipped his head into the closet to pick up the shirt that had fallen on the floor, he felt a breeze flash by his foot, sending his hair on edge. He spun around and saw nothing before something else ran behind him again, sending him spinning and falling into the closet door.

“What the fu-?”

Eyes wide and frozen in fear, he stared up to see someone he thought he’d never see again. “You can’t be here,” he breathed, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. “The last time I saw you, you-“

Cutting him off, the middle-aged woman with the stringy brown hair clasped the glass in her hand and shoved it forward, the sound of squelching blood and gargled breaths somehow eerily loud in the midst of the empty dorm room. He reached for his throat, desperate to stop the blood flow, but it slipped through his fingertips - skin growing cold as the smile on her face grew wide.

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Tossing and turning on the couch hadn’t been doing her any good, so instead of thrashing about in futility, Bobbie got up and went for a run to clear her head. She should’ve fought harder to get their father to come with them. No matter what he said, no matter how scared he was of putting his children in harm’s way, it didn’t matter. He didn’t wanna watch them get hurt? Well, fuck it, she didn’t want to watch him get hurt either, or worse, have him get hurt and knowing there wasn’t anything she could’ve done about it because he’d pushed her away.

After sweating her ass off despite the chill in the air, she snuck back into the motel room, which really wasn’t necessary because she was pretty sure a bomb could go off and her brothers wouldn’t wake up. A fifteen-minute shower was all it took to make her feel like a whole new woman. Dean and Sam wouldn’t be as easy to get up and running. Breakfast sandwiches and coffee might work though.

“Oh you really do love me,” Dean said as the unmistakable, thick and mapley scent of bacon wafted into the room. “Bacon, egg and cheese?”

“With double bacon, and ketchup, salt and pepper.”

“Best big sister ever.”

He took an enormous bite and grinned as a piece of bacon fell out of his mouth and onto the crappy comforter. Although Sam was grateful for the sandwich, the coffee was what made a sleepy smile crawl across his face. “How long you been up?”

“Few hours. Went for a run. Took a shower. Then I figured food would get you two up and running. I think we might have a case.”

Sam took a swig of his coffee and hissed at the heat. “You never get up early. Nightmares?”

“Mmmm.” It was about all her brothers were gonna get, at least for now, and they knew it. “Wanna know what I found?”

Dean shot up from the bed, renewed by the rejuvenating power of bacon and came up to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for breakfast. Now gimme something to do.”

She ran her hand through his hair and pushed him and his bacon-y face out of the way. “Scott O’Reilly. 20 year old student at Kent State University died in his dorm room two nights ago from a stab wound to the neck. Thing is there is absolutely zero evidence that anyone was in the room other than him and his girlfriend and the she has a solid alibi for the time of death. Also, the stab wound is jagged, but the murder weapon can’t be found or even identified.”

“You think this could be our kind of thing?” Sam asked. It just seemed like a severe lack of evidence, not necessarily anything supernatural.

In her cursory look through the local papers to see if there was anything here to look into, she’d stumbled upon this story. She’d gotten used to passing judgment on the dead, for better or for worse, and something about Scott O’Reilly rubbed her the wrong way. “Nothing in particular. I just have a bad feeling and figured we’re passing through and have nowhere to be just yet so why not, you know?”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean replied, bacon crunching loudly in his mouth. “But since we have nowhere to go, how about we enjoy our bacon – at least let me enjoy mine because my God, do I love bacon.”

“Is it safe to say it’s your favorite thing in the world?” Sam asked, laughing after he finally took a bite of his own sandwich.

“Top three.”

“And the other two?” He could guess.

Bobbie cut in because Dean had his mouth full. “Whiskey and women. The three change depending on mood.”

With his mouth full, he gave them a thumbs up. “God, this is good.”

Chuckling, Bobbie took a sip of her coffee and fell back on the mattress. “Do you need a moment alone with the bacon?”

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Rain clouds followed them the entire time they drove to the station. All of them felt the threatening storm, but no one wanted to say it out loud. Just because their father was gone yet again didn’t mean that they weren’t thinking about him and the bigger picture that was looming even closer than the car in the side mirror.

They pulled up to the station with just enough time to get inside before the downpour came. “Can I please be the senior officer?” Dean whispered.

“So you want me to be your crony?” Bobbie whispered as they rounded the corner. Whenever they met with police, one of them claimed they were training the other two, considering it was rare that officers were partnered up in teams of more than two.

Bacon had put him in a really good mood this morning and she didn’t have the heart to pull the big sister card on him today. “Okay, fine. Just try not to milk it too much.”

“No guarantees.”

She bit back a retort when an officer asked what they needed help with. “Hi, my name’s Agent Jones, these are my subordinates, trainee agents Flynn and Lennon. We decided to pop in to see what you could tell us about the O’Reilly case.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” the officer replied, shaking hands with Dean, his eyes quickly scanning the badges Sam and Bobbie held out for him. “I’m Officer Bales. Honestly though, I don’t know what I’m going to be able to tell you that you couldn’t already find out from the papers. O’Reilly died of a stab to the throat. We’ve got no murder weapon, no motive, nothing.”

“Do you think we could get any information you have on him?” Sam asked.

“I don’t see why not.” The officer walked them all toward a file room in the back of the station.

“What about his girlfriend?” Bobbie asked not realizing Dean had been about to ask the same question. “Her alibi checks out?”

“Yeah, she was in her dorm room studying for hours before he called her. Her two roommates vouched for her.”

They needed to check her out anyway. Just because she didn’t do it didn’t mean someone connected with her couldn’t have been involved. “We should go interview her anyway. She might be able to point us in the right direction,” Dean added.

“She has an alibi.”

“I know,” Dean replied. “But she may know if he had any enemies.”

“Scott was a good kid.”

“Look officer, as much as I can appreciate that that’s what you saw, it’s more likely that someone very close to him, like a girlfriend, would know things about him that you wouldn’t.”

Shrugging, the local townie handed over the files on Scott and gave them directions to his dorm and his girlfriend’s home. “We’ll keep you in the loop if we find anything,” Dean said, saluting Officer Bales with the files in hand.

“Alright, what do we have…Agent,” Bobbie said, smirking as she leaned over to take a glance at the files. “Your subordinates are dying to take part in the case.”

“I had to. I just had to and you know it.”

“Yea, yea,” Sam laughed, smacking Dean’s arm with the back of his hand. “Anything in there that might point us in the right direction?”

Dean shook his head disappointingly before Sam ripped the files from his grasp. “What the hell, man?”

“There is something.”

“Where?”

“There.” Bobbie glanced near Sam’s finger. There was nothing there. A blank space.

“Yes, it’s a blank space,” he said, reading their collective minds. “But there shouldn’t be. These types of papers are formatted. If there was nothing there, then there shouldn’t be a blank space. That means-“

Bobbie slipped into the car as she interrupted Sam’s train of thought. “There was something there and it’s been kept off the record.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “And it’s something the police are aware of.”

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Love Me pt 2

Summary: After breaking off your 4 year romance as you make your way onto your 3rd year of college, you don’t expect to fall back in love’s grip so soon…

Namjoon x Reader, fluff, lil angst, maybe a lil smut later on

masterlist

part 1 

a/n: y’all it’s been like a million years since I’ve even last posted, and it’s been about 9 months since I posted the start to this. I truly can’t explain myself I’m just busy. Oops, xoxo, and thanks for all your support and requests, it keeps me on here :) love you all. ALSO guys i really really love this man look how ADORABLE HE IS GHDJKFJHDSFB

Laughter echoed down the hall from the living room, where 6 rowdy boys sat, disturbing your focus. You smiled as you heard Jin’s laugh clearly through the rest. You pushed your chair back and walked out to the living room, leaning against the wall and crossing your arms. Before you sat the 6 men boys, bent over, faces red, from their laughter. The coffee table had been moved over to make room for them all to sit criss cross on the floor with the Game of Life in the middle of them. 

“Y/n-Y/n, Yoongi just had his 9th kid, they have to have two vans!” Jin shrills, laughing, slapping a very stressed Min Yoongi on the back. 

“I don’t know how we’re gonna afford this kid, I just lost my job last roll,” he mutters, shoving kid #9 in his new blue van. 

“You should join us Y/n!” Jungkook grins, popping a chip into his mouth, while patting the spot next to him with the other hand.

“Ah she can’t, she has her big math midterm tomorrow. She’s gotta study.” Namjoon smiles and gives you a look, reminding you of your priorities. 

“Yeah he’s right, I just came out here to remind you punks to be quiet,” You grin, snagging the chip bowl from Jungkook, who whines in protest between the chips in his mouth. 

“Good luck,” the boys chorus, turning back to the game. Except for Namjoon who sends you a little smile matched with a playful wink, lighting a fire in your heart. You send one back, still smiling as you close the door to your room, leaning your back against it and clutching the chips to your chest. To be honest, you had started to catch feelings for your roommate, which you knew was completely inappropriate. It hadn’t happened right away though, it took time like any real crush does. 

You’d been living there for 4 months now, it was almost halfway through December now. It took time to get over Wonho, and Jenny. About 2 months actually. You had to rewrite your life, and this time without the people you had held most important longer than you had anyone else before. But writing Namjoon into your life had been the easiest thing you’d ever done. He was like your perfect other half. When you were shaky, he was stable. When you were sad, he was happy. When you were ecstatic, he hyped you up but still kept you on Earth. He was there to take you on morning and evening walks. He was there to bake cookies at 2am when you couldn’t sleep. He was there to lay in bed and talk until you guys fell asleep. He was the most constant, perfect person you had ever met. For all the times you burdened him with every little struggle, he rarely told you his. Instead, he opted to make sure you were well taken care of before even beginning to open up. He was everything Wonho was not, and in the best way possible. 

You first started to develop feelings for him in November. The day it started was a brisk fall morning, when he was walking with you to get coffee. You were both bundled up in jackets, and linked arm in arm. You were walking when a giant leaf the size of your head flew into your face, blinding you and making you shriek. He laughed and watched you knock it off your face, pulling it out away from the tendrils of hair it had caught on. He grinned and brushed the hair from your face, his fingers gently skimming your cheek. Your body had felt like it was on fire, despite it being 40 degrees out. You don’t know why but that’s really what started it all. After that, every little thing he did for you felt so much more personal; every little habit of his and every little thing about him was so much more adorable. 

Butttt of course you knew you could never pursue things with him. You couldn’t jeopardize the healthiest friendship you’d ever had, and plus it wouldn’t be fair to Taehyung when he came back into town. 

You shake yourself from your thoughts, rushing back to your desk, and hunching over to study. You were going to ace this exam, even if it killed you.

“Y/n?” Three knocks at the door. “Y/n get up!” Three more. You opened your eyes and sat up, pulling your pencil off your cheek. You glance in your vanity and wince at the sight before you. Your hair was a mess, there was a red mark where the pencil was on your cheek, and your eyes were bloodshot. Your desk was in even worse condition, chips were crumbled and scattered all over, your papers were wrinkled, and there was what looked like a little puddle of drool smeared across the smooth wood. Namjoon pokes his head in, eyes widening at your state. “Your final is in 10 minutes come on!!! I made breakfast, so you get ready and then we’ll run you over,” As quickly as he came, he was gone. You threw your clothes on, just leggings and one of his sweatshirts that somehow always ended up on your floor. You grabbed your bag and ran to the kitchen where an egg with toast waited at the table. You scarfed it down and bolted out the door, Namjoon on your tail. The two of you sprinted through the campus, a cold sprinkling of rain misting your faces as you panted and dodged passerby's. You start to feel panic well up inside as you check your watch and see you have 30 seconds.With the building still a minute away, you feel a tear come out and slow your pace, knowing it’s futile. You stop and catch your breath, trying to remain calm, when you see Namjoon speed up past you, hitting a full sprint. He gets to the building and busts through the doors, running up to where your class is. You grin knowing he made it, and start sprinting too. As you run up the stairs you hear him talking to the teacher. “No sir are you sure this isn’t Improv Comedy? This has to be it, they said the final was here today!” You grin and listen to your annoyed professor repeat exasperatedly how it is not in fact Improv and he is mistaken. You slide through the door and into a chair nearby, catching your breath and smoothing your wet hair. Your friends grin at you and shake their heads. Namjoon glances back, seeing you’ve made it. He throws you a wink before sighing, “Alright, thanks sir.” As he walks out he mouths to you, “I believe in you,” before disappearing. 

You walk out of the final, flanked by your friends. You guys joke about how you definitely failed, but you feel a pit in your stomach knowing you probably did honestly. You guys stand in the lobby, watching the rain pour outside and decide to wait for it to pass over before heading out. 

“God is someone actually out there?” One kid says, squinting and looking out the windows into the torrential rains. You all run over to the windows, laughing as you watch a kid sprint with an umbrella that’s fighting him. You grin until you realize you know that umbrella, because it’s yours. 

The kid, now identified as Namjoon, finally gets through the doors, absolutely soaked despite his attempt at an umbrella. 

“What are you doing here?” You grin but shake your head at your friend, before noticing the soaked, and partially mutilated flowers he holds. 

“I wanted to bring you these after your final.” He smiles sheepishly and holds out a bouquet of wild flowers, some drooping, some missing petals, and some in perfect condition. 

You feel your heart flutter, and gingerly take them, hugging them to your chest. 

“Aw I love them Joon, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much,” You grin and gaze at the flowers lovingly before realizing what you said. 

“I love you too Y/n,” He grins, his dimple teasing his face, before pulling you in for a warm, albeit wet, hug. You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes breathing in his smell. You really do love him.

“I’m so excited for you to meet Taehyung, he’s so so so funny and smart and you’re gonna love him.” Namjoon rambles as he putters around, excitedly awaiting Taehyung’s arrival. Tae had been on a study abroad in England for the last semester working on his English degree. From what the boys had said about him, he was a really good guy. You hoped he’d like you. You’d even prepared a little gift for him, all his favorite American foods in a basket to welcome him back to the states. Hoseok had even pitched in a 2 liter of Sprite, despite that not even being on Taehyung’s list. 

You would miss your time alone with Namjoon, all your quiet nights in on the couch, talking and laughing. Everything about this life here had been perfect, like a sweet escape from the rest of the world. As much as it embarrasses you to think, you’re worried that Taehyung being here will ruin everything. It was his home first! Who gave you the audacity to want to keep him at bay? 

You cast a smile at the boys as they enter, all excitedly twittering about Taehyung’s arrival. You lean against the cupboard, trying to calm yourself before he arrives. You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, sucking that air right back in as warm hands suddenly engulf yours. 

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon is there, his warm eyes twinkling and a small smile flirting with his dimple. 

“I-I don’t know,” You laugh a little, your face on fire, “What if he doesn’t like me?” He laughs in response, which was not the response you thought this kind of situation merited. “What the heck?” You try to tug your hands away, not impressed with him at the moment. 

“It’s just, how could he not like you? You’re amazing!! And worst case scenario, I like you enough for the both of us. And uh I don’t know if now is the right time to say this, or if there even is a right time, but I have feelings for you, like more than a friend. And I’ve felt this way for a while, a long, long while. And I know I might have just ruined things with us but please, if you don’t feel the same way just tell me, I won’t ever pressure you okay? Just tell me things are okay,” His smile weakens, but his eyes stay alight with hope. 

You feel a smile light your face and you let out a soft laugh. “Namjoon! I feel the same, I-”

“PIP PIP LOSERS I’M BACK!” The door busts open as a deep voice bellows through the room, all of you jumping. The boys run over in a testosterone filled sentimental mob.

“We’ll have time later princess,” Namjoon’s voice drops suddenly, his breath hot on your hear, sending chills over your body in a wave. As quickly as his intimacy came it left, and he was among the boys bear hugging Taehyung.

“Now lets meet this new roomie,” 

[sebbies]

wayfaring stranger

summary: greaser!bucky is the new kid in town word count: 2.125 a/n: i cant believe i reached 2.2k!!! wild!!! masterlist

The time between settling down in your favourite front-row desk and when class actually began was your least favourite. Today, as you took out a notebook and carefully laid your pens on the desktop, Bruce was stumbling through an invitation to the drive-in for the weekend. The quiet kid had to speak louder that what he’s used to due to the ruckus the other kids were making as they walked into the class.

That was until the door swung open. The chatter immediately died down when an unfamiliar boy stepped through the threshold. Everyone stared, including you.

He was the epitome of the guy every girl wanted to have a shake and burger with yet the guy that parents warned their daughters about. His hair was expertly slicked back and he wore a boyish grin that was definitely many a girls downfall. He had a fitting black leather jacket on and dirt stained jeans. Your eyes widened when you saw he had a fresh pack of cigarettes sticking out from the front pocket. A pair of aviator sunglasses had been tucked into the collar of his white cotton shirt and you could hear the tattered laces of his scuffed Chuck Taylors dragging across the floor.

“Am I late?” He asked and looked around the classroom, ignoring all the stares.

His gaze lingers on yours before you duck your down, straightening one of your pens.

“Well, actually-“ Peter started to say while looking at the clock that hung beside the door.

“Didn’t ask you, nerd,” the new boy interrupted, eyes narrowing at Peter. You scoffed at the rudeness that he showed which made him turn his attention towards you. As he got closer to your desk, you could smell a mix of his aftershave, tobacco, and motor oil. He stopped right in front of your desk and moved one of the pens out of line; your stomach clenches at the uncomfortable feeling that washes over you.

“I was asking you, sweetheart,” he smirked, leaning in closer. Your head snapped up and without properly thinking, you slammed you heel into the top of his sneaker and he winced, his fist holding tight to the edge of your desk.

“Class begins at 7:30,” you stated with a pleasant smile. You could tell he wanted to make some kind of snarky remark but decided against it when the teacher walked in apologising for the delay.

Throughout the day, you learn little things about the new boy. His name is James Barnes but goes by Bucky, he’s the same age as you and is an orphan. Bucky’s preferred seat is in the last row in the corner by the window where he can prop his feet up on the windowsill and slouch in his chair. It’s during lunch you discover he drives a well used black Cadillac that had all the girls giggling and some of the guys were eying the car with envy.

Fifteen minutes into Math Bucky strutted in without a care in the world, his sunglasses still perched on his nose. The stench of cigarette smoke still clung onto him like second skin as he moved through the rows of desks. You exhaled at the smell and rolled your eyes before turning your attention to the chalkboard.

The attention doesn’t last long when you noticed the smell of smoke was still heavily present…as if he was sitting behind you.

Your blood turned cold and you freeze in place.

No. It can’t be- he wouldn’t.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, his warm breath breezing over the back of your neck. You gripped your pencil tighter as you tried to ignore him.

“Had some business to attend to,” he continued, “what’d I miss?”  You unclench your fist from your pencil before leaning back.

“Stop talking to me,” you grit through your teeth.

“Aw, doll, don’t be like that,” he crooned, “I brought you a present.” You let out a scoff.

“What? Is it your class ring or something?” Bucky chuckled, the sound was dark yet soothing and it made your heart do flips.

“Is that somethin’ you’d like, baby girl? My class ring?”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed and even though you couldn’t see it, he held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “then maybe I should get to know you. Don’t you want to know about me?”

“You?” You snorted, “what’s there to know? It’s not like we’ll have anything in common to talk about.”

“That’s not true, doll,” he countered playfully, “we’re talking jus’ fine right now.” You didn’t even bother to answer him, refusing to play into his game.

Bucky released a short laugh when he saw the way you had your eyes trained onto the chalkboard.

“So, darlin’, do you want your present or not?” You couldn’t believe the nerve he had of asking that and you were fully ready to turn around in your seat and tell him that any present from him would hardly be satisfactory but Ms. Hill interjected.

“Mr. Barnes, would you like to volunteer to solve this problem?” She asked, stepping aside to reveal an annoyingly complex arrangement of numbers that were for sure going to make a reappearance on an exam.

“Of course, ma’am,” Bucky replied, the legs of the chair scratching against the floor as he stood to his feet.

There’s no way Bucky would be able to solve this problem correctly, not even close and you were just waiting to have the last laugh at his presumptuous attitude.

His hand glides across the chalkboard with ease and as he continued to work on the problem, his handwriting became visible and not only was it impressively legible but it seemed he knew what he was doing.

Before he wrote down the answer, he looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a wink.

“Answer’s twenty-three, sweetheart,” he said as he drew a perfect circle around the number, his shirt riding up as he reached the top, showing off a small portion of tanned and well defined body.

“Impressive, Mr. Barnes,” Ms. Hill said, clapping her hands gently together. You just stared at the writing on the board trying to find one flaw, one mistake that you could call him out on but none were there.

“How did you know?” Bucky looked at you with a smirk.

“Let me have some secrets, doll.”

“No,” you pouted with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Hopin’ you’d say that, sweetheart.”

You had gone through the rest of the week having as little to do with Bucky as possible. So when Saturday came and you were standing behind your mother’s stand at the flea market, a breath of relief and calmness washed over you knowing Bucky wouldn’t dare to come.

That relief quickly disappeared when the crowd started to part like the Red Sea, letting two boys stroll through. Bucky had the sleeves of his leather jacket pushed up his forearms and you had to grit your teeth from making a sound at the sight.

“Where’s the food?” The boy next to Bucky growled, combing his fingers through his hair.

“Jesus, Stevie. You always thinkin’ ‘bout food,” Bucky said as he took out his wallet and thrusted it against his friend’s chest, “get whatever you like.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked once his friend had scurried away.

“That’s no way to treat a customer,” he smirked and leaned against the table.

“Seeing how you just gave your wallet to your friend, you’re not a customer.” Bucky laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners while his nose scrunched up.

“You’re right darlin’. How ‘bout I make it up to you with that present I was talking about?”

“And where is this present? Because I don’t see anything.” The wolfish grin he shows you had sent a shiver down your spine.

“Left it in my car. Maybe you could take a little ride with me when you’re done.” Bucky was so shameless and he could tell you were enjoying it, the subtle flush on your cheeks and the way you avoided his gaze didn’t help you.

“I can’t,” you replied and suddenly you felt bad for denying him anything, like this would be the end of him pestering you, “I got…a date with Bruce.”

Bucky’s jaw visibly clenches. He stands up straighter while smoothing out his jacket. His friend comes back with an arm full of food, dropping something just as he stood beside Bucky.

“Fuck,” he muttered the same thing that was on Bucky’s mind.

It was late at night on a Sunday and you were still awake. The events from not only the day before but the week had been on reply in your mind, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. When you closed your eyes, all you could see were the light blue ones staring back at you, his soft red lips twisting upwards into a smile and how good it felt when he stood close. You could hear his deep soothing voice loud and clear.

“Y/N! Sweetheart!” You shut your eyes tighter because there was no way you could be in that deep to the point where his voice was as clear as day.

“I know you’re-you’re up there!” The voice was slurred and a lot slower than Bucky’s usual tone. The window shook a little and your eyes snap open, seeing a tiny rock hitting the glass every few seconds.

“Sweetheart- I know this’s your room.”

You swung your legs over the side of your bed and quickly moved to the window. When you looked out and saw Bucky swaying at the bottom, you lifted it open; immediately noticing the whiskey bottle in one hand and his beloved leather jacket thrown carelessly on the well manicured lawn.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, afraid your parents might wake up.

“There y’are sweetheart,” he lazily smiled at you, “look,” he said and pointed to his jacket, “I got-got your present. Told’ya I got somethin’ for you.”

On his jacket you see a beautiful bouquet of brightly coloured flowers all wrapped up in a nice and neat bow. Your skipped a beat and it was nearly impossible for you to resist the smile that creeped onto your face.

“Bucky.”

“What’d ya say, sweet-sweetheart?” He shouted in a whisper, inching closer to the house. Without a second thought, you turned around and ran around your room trying to find a jacket you could use all while hearing Bucky drunkly ask for you in varying tones of sadness.

“Bucky!” You hissed louder as you stepped outside, closing the front door behind you quietly.

“You look pretty.You should dress like this for me more oft-often.” You ducked your head and pulled the jacket tighter around your body in an effort to cover up your night gown from him.

“Noo-oo, darlin’. I said you look pretty.”

“Why are you here and at this time?” He stumbled back a few steps and you reached out to grab him by his arms, pulling him back to you.

“Told’ya. Got your presents.”

“You got me one.”

“Nah-uh,” he shuffled around, digging in his pocket before excitedly pulling something out, “got ya that ring you wanted.”

“Bucky.”

“’S not a class ring so sorry about th-that.”

“You don’t even know me,” you said as you took the ring from him pushing it toward you.

“’S why I wanted ya to have it. You’re different, like-like a good different. Jus’ wanna know you. Jus’ wanna have you.”

You play with the ring in your hands letting the moonlight reflect off the small diamond in the middle. It looked old, it could be a heirloom and that made it all the more special. You could feel Bucky’s gaze on you and only looked up when you heard the whiskey bottle hit the grass.

“Put it on.” He held his hand out and you placed your hand in his. He took the ring from you and carefully and slowly slid it onto your middle finger, bringing it up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss.

“We have to go slo-“ The word left hanging in the air once you felt his lips on yours. You don’t stop him because kissing him brought warmth through your whole being, it made you happy. His hand reached up and cupped your jaw as your arms snaked around his neck, eliminating all the space between your bodies.

“Oh sweetheart,” Bucky groaned lowly, “we’ll take this as slow as you’ll like.”

“Yeah?” You asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, baby girl,” he kissed your lips quickly, “‘M not goin’ anywhere,” he mumbled against your mouth.

this is my first time writing something-ish like greaser!bucky so be kind im smol

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