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suhnshinehaos · 2 years

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" at every table, i'll save you a seat. "

synopsis : like the title suggests, the five times you and joshua hong save each other a seat pairings : joshua hong x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, university au, college sweetheart!joshua, pure fluff contains : food + alcohol consumption featuring ! seungcheol and jeonghan wc : ~1.4k

01.

joshua first spots you in a crowded library and well, you didn’t quite look your best.

to be honest, neither did he with the bags under his eyes, the bedhead he couldn’t be bothered to fix, and the fact that he came to campus in the same clothes he slept in. but finals week had just begun and most everyone looked like him, including you. with your books clutched to your chest, looking around the room for a free table you could study in.

but there were none, and you realized it too. in seeing the disappointment in your eyes and your shoulders slouching forward, joshua makes a split-second decision to move his bag on the chair opposite him and place it just by his feet. luckily, you weren’t too far so all he has to do is make a quiet cough to get your attention.

“you can take that seat, if you want. i’m not waiting for anyone.” joshua nods towards the chair opposite him, offering you a seat and a small, yet kind smile.

when he sees the grateful grin that slowly spread across your face, hears the several thank yous that left your lips, he’s glad he didn’t take up seungcheol’s offer for a group study at his apartment. he can’t help but laugh and shake his head, telling you that you don’t have to thank him so much.

the rest of your first meeting was spent in silence, coupled with a quiet thank you from you and a no problem from him when you decided you had enough studying for the day. and though he looked up at your furrowed brows and your lips mouthing the words to whatever passage you were reading every few minutes, joshua hong did not ask for your number.

02.

you see him again in the campus’ most famous cafe, and he looked just about ready to leave as soon as he walked in.

finals week had just ended and most of the student population decided to crowd all the cafes and restaurants in and around campus. you always liked a seat by the window and near the entrance, where the warm sunlight streamed in, and just before he could walk in, you thought about the kind guy who offered you a chair in the library. part of you regrets not making conversation with him, he was cute. even with the bedhead. then again, you had an exam to pass and making conversation was not on the agenda, no matter how kind or cute you thought he was.

as cheesy as it sounded, you often like to thank whatever higher being in the universe who decided to intervene and brought him back to you.

the bell that signalled the arrival of a new customer rings and you couldn’t help but think aw, who’s the poor soul who’s going to end up walking out after seeing the place full. you’ve already seen a couple of people leave, so it had become a habit.

of course, your eyes widened at the sight of him and you didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided to raise your hand to catch his attention. when that didn’t work, you’re grateful neither of you were not at the library anymore and you had the luxury of being loud.

“hey! pst! you! guy in the plaid button-down!”

he follows your voice and looks at you in shock, pointing to himself to make sure that you were actually referring to him. you nod and wave him over, when he was close enough to be able to hear your normal speaking voice, you gestured to the empty seat in front of you.

“you can sit here, i’m not waiting for anyone.”

without any finals to worry about, the two of you were actually able to talk to each other. you listened to him rant about how this is the third cafe he’s been to because the previous two were full. he listened to you talk about how one of your professors had it out for you with the exam you just finished.

and when you asked for his number, his face lit up and your heart skipped a beat. his did too.

03.

within three months of knowing you, joshua hong invited you to beer night with his closest friends, seungcheol and jeonghan.

he never actually planned on inviting you, but jeonghan insisted because quote shua, you literally can’t stop talking about this yn and i’m curious to meet the kind of person that turned you into the type to giggle like a schoolgirl while texting someone. he turned to seungcheol for help, but all he could do was shrug his shoulders and smirk, “sorry, i’m with han on this one.”

your part-time job had the tendency of keeping you around their office for much longer than you would like, which meant you were running late to beer night at seungcheol’s too.

“yn’s on their way, they said we could start drinking-” joshua reads your text out loud, but he stops himself when he spots seungcheol about to take the unoccupied seat next to him, “don’t you usually sit in front of me? next to han?”

seungcheol raises an eyebrow, but does move to take the seat next to jeonghan, “can’t believe i’m being ordered around under my own roof.”

when you finally burst through the door, after spurting out a string of apologies for being late, you take the only empty seat. the one next to joshua.

“it’s okay, we don’t mind waiting.” he smiles at you as soon as you take a seat, raising his glass to his lips.

that was the same night he confessed to you, cheeks flushed red and a slight slur in his voice. never have you been more grateful for an early morning lecture, it meant that you didn’t drink a drop of alcohol and you could remember every word he let out.

04.

you asked him out on a date the following morning, which he agreed to with the largest grin you’ve ever seen come from a person and a joking you beat me to it! i planned on asking you out.

but it seemed like your job had other plans for you that night. though you texted joshua about the possibility of rescheduling, alongside several apologies and capitalized keyboard smashes and frustrated phrases on cursing your job and your boss, he insisted that he doesn’t mind waiting and you could take as much time as you need.

you refused to believe it, surely no one in the world is actually this kind and understanding? on your cab ride to the fancy restaurant you spent several weeks calling up to try and get a reservation to, you were mentally preparing yourself to not see joshua there. though it would break your heart to see an empty table, you also knew you couldn’t blame it against him as you were a little over an hour late.

“why are you still here?” you don’t even bother to hide the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of him. though your heart skipped a beat at the sight of joshua all dressed up in a nice suit with his hair slicked back, it picked up at the pace at the sight of him smiling and gesturing to the empty seat opposite of his own.

“where else would i be?”

05.

on the night you first moved in together, you and joshua had no furniture in your brand new apartment except for a quaint little two-seat dining set.

but he didn’t mind. not when it’s him you’re coming home to every single day.

“i saved you a seat,” he says as soon as you walk in the front door, smile on his face and take out in hand.

you can’t help but throw your head back in laughter as you sit on one of the chairs, “can’t believe all our furniture delivery got delayed except for this one. you do realize we’re sleeping on the floor tonight, right?”

“i do.” joshua shakes his head, takes the seat opposite you, and reaches a hand out across the table for you to hold. “but i don’t mind waiting for everything to get here as long as i’m with you.”

from reese, with love <3

it's physically impossible for me to listen to the song lover by taylor swift without thinking of joshua hong so here we are. also, this was supposed to be a quick little think but college sweetheart!shua has a chokehold on me >_< i'd love to know what you think! thank you for reading :>

#seventeen x reader #joshua hong x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt oneshot #joshua hong fluff #joshua hong imagines #joshua fluff #joshua x reader

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allwaswell16 · 9 months

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Fics by allwaswell16 📖 2023

🍄 Louis/Harry 🍄

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet (series) [E, 34k, kid fic, fic post]

Part One: Bitter Ends Turn Sweet [E, 30k, fic post] It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago Part Two: In Time [M, 2k, fic post] Harry's uncertainty about their relationship began before he ever stepped foot on the plane to Amsterdam.A prequel/timestamp to the fic Bitter Ends Turn Sweet Part Three: Yours and Mine [T, 1k, fic post] Louis goes to the library with his favourite people, his boyfriend Harry and his son, Max.A Bitter Ends Turns Sweet timestamp

Heart Beat [E, 33k, kid fic, fic post]

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

Ace of Spades (series)

Part Three: Ace of Hearts [E, 10k, fic post] Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood.With the Ace of Spades now docked in London, Harry spent time with his friends from the crew and remained a bit oblivious to his alpha’s deepest desires. What he was aware of was his best friend’s hurt and his mother-in-law’s wish for more than friendship with her oldest friend.

On That Note [E, 6k, coworkers, fic post]

Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.

Do You See What I See [T, 2k, pets, fic post]

Harry may or may not be rescuing stray animals as an excuse to see the very hot local veterinarian.

Or an absurd pet fic inspired by She Is Beauty We Are World Class

All This Time [T, 1k, a/b/o, fic post]

Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea...

Netflix Original [T, 1k, neighbors, fic post]

Harry's hot neighbor overhears that he doesn't have Netflix.

Walk of Shame [T, 1k, meet cute, fic post]

On a cold, rainy autumn morning Louis meets someone else doing the walk of shame.

A Deal [T, 898 words, Potter Direction, fic post]

Slytherin Harry Styles spends his free time drawing down by the lake. Unfortunately, he can't show anyone what he's drawing because they're all of Gryffindor Louis Tomlinson.

🍄 Rare Pairs 🍄

One [E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), fic post]

When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

Daydream [T, 2k, Louis/Zayn, fic post]

Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

Crush [T, 1k, Louis/Niall, fic post]

When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

#2023 fic masterpost #dividers by plum98 #1dficvillage #hltracks #trackinghome #trackinghappily

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cuttoothed · 3 years

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Getting this in just under the wire for day 1 of @jonmartinweek prompt “Comfy Jumpers”. I get so much joy from writing these two in s1 and thinking “lol you idiots are going to be in love some day.”

Martin knows that Jon doesn’t approve of the way he dresses.

It’s not exactly a surprise. Jon doesn’t approve of much about Martin: his report-writing, his Latin translations, even his very existence seems to irk Jon at times. Frankly, the feeling is mutual. Martin was perfectly happy working in the library, where his boss wasn’t an overbearing perfectionist arsehole, and if he’d been given a choice in the matter he’d still be shelving books and updating the filing systems, not getting glared at for his clothing choices. He’s well aware that Jon never wanted him in the Archives either, but they’re here now, so Mister Head Archivist is just going to have to live with it. They’re both going to have to.

Jon isn’t subtle about his displeasure; it’s difficult to miss his pointed scowls at Martin’s scuffed trainers and graphic-print t-shirts. And considering that Sasha wears jeans and t-shirts some days as well—though admittedly she tends to plain colors or muted prints, rather than retro video game characters—it’s pretty clear that it’s less about the clothes than it is the person wearing them.

Well, Jon can scowl all he wants, because everything Martin wears technically falls within the Institute’s dress code and there’s not a word Jon can say to him.

Martin has always run hot, so as winter closes in and other people are bundling up in heavy coats and jumpers, he throws hoodies over his t-shirts and zips them up only far enough that the bright graphic prints are still clearly visible to Jon’s critical eye.

Yeah, he thinks sometimes when he walks into Jon’s office, get an eyeful of Yoshi and see how you like it.

Jon, for his part, seems determined to outlast the winter in his usual dress shirt and tweed jacket combo. Martin knows that Jon isn’t particularly warm blooded—he’s seen the way the man huddles into his jacket like a tortoise in its shell until the central heating warms the basement up in the mornings—but he still refuses to add so much as an argyle sweater vest to his outfit in deference to the season.

The only concession Jon makes to the weather is a voluminous gray overcoat and a dark purple scarf, which he takes off the moment he gets into the office, regardless of how cold it is before the ancient heating system creaks to life.

And, well, it’s none of Martin’s business if his boss is too much of a pompous arse to dress appropriately for the weather. If he wants to freeze his backside off to maintain his academic dignity, far be it from Martin to intervene. Martin doesn’t feel sorry for him, when he sees Jon blowing on his fingers to warm them up, or briskly rubbing his arms while he waits for the kettle to boil and he thinks nobody else is around. Not in the slightest.

It’s below zero on the day in December when the central heating finally gives up the ghost. Even Martin can feel the chill in the Archives this morning, keeps his hoodie zipped up all the way even when he runs into Jon in the kitchenette. Jon looks miserably cold, his shoulders hunched and his movements stiff as he makes his tea.

“Morning, Jon,” Martin says cheerfully. “Bit nippy, isn’t it?”

“Just a bit,” says Jon sardonically. Somewhere overhead, there’s a metallic clanking as the heating system starts up.

“Finally,” Jon mutters, casting his eyes upward. The pipes creak and clank some more, and there’s an odd whirring sound that Martin’s fairly sure isn’t normal, and then a long, descending groan into silence.

“Oh,” says Martin. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Bloody hell,” says Jon, and storms off to his office. A while later, he sends an email to inform them all that he’s spoken to Elias and the heating is out for the whole building, and that they should all feel free to work from home for the rest of the day if they choose. Sasha and Tim waste no time packing up, but Martin lingers, agonizing over which notes and references he should take with him. He’s never before had a job where working from home was an option, and he isn’t Tim or Sasha, isn’t someone Jon trusts and actually wanted to work with. Martin needs to make sure he gets it right.

At last he thinks he has everything he needs, but still Martin is hesitating, fiddling with the strap of his satchel. Maybe he should just check in with Jon before he leaves, make sure there isn’t anything else he needs to do. Make sure Jon knows I’m going to be working today, not just skiving off.

The door to Jon’s office is standing ajar; Martin taps on it, and pokes his head in without waiting for a response.

Jon looks up as he walks in, his expression startled. He is wearing a jumper. A chunky knit jumper in a warm maroon color, with a Christmas tree and several reindeer on the front. One of the reindeer has a red bobble for a nose. The jumper is oversized, the ends of the sleeves falling past Jon’s wrists.

It’s...incredibly cute, which is not a term that Martin ever expected to associate with his arsehole boss. Attractive, in a severe, unattainable way, sure, but not cute. Yet somehow, here they are.

“Ah, Martin,” Jon says, looking flustered. “I, uh, I thought you’d left with the others?”

“I was—I just wanted to check in with you first, make sure you didn’t need anything. You should head home too, it’s freezing in here.”

“I—I’m perfectly fine.” Jon plucks at the front of the jumper, looking embarrassed. “This is, ah, I bought this for the Institute Christmas party, but it’s surprisingly warm—and quite comfortable.”

“Oh, that’s, uh, that’s not part of your usual wardrobe then?” Martin hazards a chuckle, and to his relief, Jon huffs an amused breath. He raises a hand to adjust his glasses, but his sleeve gets in the way; he pushes both sleeves up to the elbows, and oh no, that’s even cuter.

“No, not—not usually,” he says. Martin frowns, suddenly remembering.

“You didn’t wear it at the party last week, though?”

“No, it’s—it was from the previous year, when I was in Research. It-it didn’t seem appropriate this year, being in a management role. Fortunately I still had it in a box, though I, uh, I didn’t really expect anyone to see me in it.”

Martin feels a sudden pang of something that might be sympathy. He understands how it feels, the desperate pressure to be professional, to be taken seriously, the constant second guessing of what you’re doing, whether you’re giving away something you shouldn’t. It’s hardly the same, of course: Jon’s not likely to be fired for wearing a silly jumper. But...Martin gets it.

“Actually,” he lies, “I, uh, I have to meet with Sophie up in the library later, so I’m around for the day. I was just going to go out and pick up some early lunch. Thought I’d see if you want anything?”

“Oh, ah, where are you going?” Jon asks tentatively, looking surprised at the offer.

“I was thinking of that cafe just around the corner—maybe get some soup and a sandwich?”

“That would be...very nice, actually. If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I did,” says Martin, and takes the ten pound note Jon offers him.

“Thank you, Martin,” says Jon, and it’s the probably the most sincere thing Martin’s ever heard him say. He finds himself smiling without meaning to.

“Not a problem.”

It’s too early for lunch, really, but Martin knows Jon never eats breakfast and he missed it himself this morning. He gets two portions of steaming tomato and basil soup and toasted cheese sandwiches from the cafe, and when he gets back, Jon’s found a small space heater to plug in, so his office is marginally warmer than the rest of the Archives. They sit on opposite sides of Jon’s desk to eat, talking about the case that Martin’s working on. It’s the first time Martin’s actually had the chance to properly discuss a case, rather than stumbling through his report while Jon watches expectantly; Jon listens, and asks questions, and even offers some helpful suggestions for Martin’s follow up. It’s...oddly nice.

(Jon also continues to look unreasonably cute in his oversized Christmas jumper, but Martin carefully ignores that.)

The heating gets fixed by early afternoon, and the Archives warm up to the point where Martin can unzip his hoodie. When he drops off his finished case report to Jon’s office, Jon is back in his shirt and jacket, the maroon jumper packed away out of sight. He looks perfectly staid and professional once again. I saw you looking cute, though, Martin thinks, and then tries to pretend he didn’t; he is not going down that route.

Jon glances up when Martin comes in, taking in the “Marvin the Martian” t-shirt that’s now visible beneath his hoodie. Instead of a disapproving scowl, however, he gives a small, hesitant smile.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says as he takes the report, and something flutters warm in Martin’s chest.

Oh no, he thinks.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonmartinweek2021 #jonmartin #my fic

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rrasado · 3 years

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The demon brothers with MC who is very childish like they still watch blues clues wear soft and pastel cloths and play with toys?

Such Childish Antics

And again, I’m soft af- y’all just keep sending fluffy requests and it’s distracting me from my daily dose of angst dkns/j. But on all seriousness I had a lot of fun with this one ^ ^.

Lucifer

At first it was...not exactly what he expected, like far from it actually. Was there something that purposely made you wanna act like this? Who knows.

When he checked your files prior it didn’t mention anything about... needing routine head pats or literal tucking into bed- heck he didn’t expect you to actually go along with Mammon’s equally childish antics.

Which fully circles us back to the subtle fact that he learns to actually find rest in your behavior because let’s face it- your childish and his brothers’ childish are different.

Actually gets worried when you refuse to eat your veggies tho- he didn’t think he’d had to resort to...very underhanded methods i.e. using illusion spells to just feed you proper food despite sweets.

“MC you must finish this if you don’t want to fall ill. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

Very by the book with dealing with you he isn’t exactly the best at kids due to his aura but overall his actions make up for it.

Mammon

The solidarity you two have just spiked up tenfold, don’t worry about being the few people that still use jinx or superstitions like swallowing gum and believing it’ll stay there for the next seven years, because mammon also semi believes them-

But on a more chaotic note, mammon would go from ‘hey I don’t like the human being here why do I have to look after them they’re so childish-‘ to ‘oi f*Ck you my child is fine-‘

Sometimes feels guilty of taking advantage of your childish nature so he makes sure to make it up to you in some way whether a food treat a plushie treat or heck whatever outing you’re up for.

Which equates to the conclusion that if mammon is being nice to you he might’ve pulled a joke or two unbeknownst to you and his mind won’t let him rest the guilt dsdkwksk.

“Yo! I found a new ice cream downtown wanna get some and try? We can bring beel if ya want!”

As proven by season two(?) he’s good with children so I believe he’s the best at dealing with you in general. Besides you distract him from the suffering he gets from his brothers so win win!

Leviathan

This can go either two ways, one a grand friendship via watching anime and reading manga/comics or two unholy screeching cause hey Mc don’t touch those not so family friendly series he has ey-

So starting with the former- wait you said you wanna binge some colorful series instead of doing work? GRAB THE POPCORN LE GO- will literally have stars in his eyes the moment you two click on one series and it’s just a rant (on his end) while you nitpick at your favorite elements of the series.

The latter well, after delving into your more hyper ish series he’ll try to avoid letting you catch glimpses of his other stuff, which we all know is a lot but we don’t need to mention that now do we-.

Will not hesitate to pull out a human tv with a human cable plan just for you to binge watch your own cartoons and series because if that’s what it takes for you to calm down then aIGHT- besides it’s calming you down so win win?

“Hey wanna cosplay that duo together?”

I kid you not it becomes a dream come true when you both get to cosplay duo characters from series and the sheer nya uwu power you two hold is powerful enough to break devilgram records djdjd.

Satan

As uncanny as it sounds, he reads bed time stories for you, to put into context- he teaches you a lot of useful still via bed time stories because he can’t approach you the normal way.

Like- the concept of corruption in the history of the Devildom? Yey let’s turn that into a tyrant king! Need to learn the importance of always having one of the brothers with you? Eyyy this is the tale of the Queen’s child and their knights!

If there are any words you have a hard time getting your head around or just don’t know the meaning like at all, he’s your go to dictionary.

Suffice it to say he’s good at what he tries attempting. Was at first a bit concerned because you complained about his books not having pictures and it takes the fun out.

“Hm? Well we can always search for ones with diagrams in the library if that’s how you learn faster...”

Surprisingly to him those horrific diagrams did help you learn faster in various Devildom subjects, but your suggestion of making them colored ink was just calmly rejected.

Asmo

I pray for the House of Lamentation’s mail box because it’s full of chEQUES AND BILLS- the shoppings sprees you two go on is enough to even have Mammon concerned.

Like- you two just went down town to buy some new matching outfits and really pretty ones at that, and asmo is now dragging you by the arm to head to another newly opened boutique saying it’s from another district and he and has to be the first ones to post some of their pieces? Mhm

Non stop devilgram pictures, you are the epitome of color in the Devildom soley because of this Demon- He actually managed to make pastel a trend in the gloomy circle of hell with the amount of pastel you wore in your pics together.

When he takes care of you or offers you a relax day, mans will grab the most spontaneous bath soaps and body washes and even make you a bubble bath with hella cool shaped bubbles in, ngl I want one now-

“Ahh darling your genuine laughter is just a good break from the others’ bickering it’s actually doing wonders for my skin-“

Asmo is the ultimate wine aunt and he will not hesitate to end anyone’s career the moment they speak of one negative thing about his precious human.

Beel

....we all know it’s gonna be glorious food- ANIMAL CAKES AND CUTE CUPCAKES THINK ABOUT IT GUYS THINK ABOUT IT-

His food diet looks like a Pinterest aesthetic pastry board because of you, the amount of cafes and cute bakeries you go to because you said you liked their vibe and that they look cute has him nomming sweets upon sweets.

Heck- you two Will attempt to make those cute Sanrio bento boxes for lunch, well more like for you cause he doesn’t care what his food looks like but hey! If it makes you happy and if it’s good then he’s hella happy.

Is probably on Lucifer’s side regarding you needing to eat your veggies. He’ll shape them into cute animals and objects if that’s what it takes assuming he can even go without eating them himself-

“Please MC? For me? Finish mr snikerdoodles-“ “you named your chives after what-“ “hush it Belphie”

Will join you and mammon on district runs for food and outings, will also join you and Levi when making cute food from certain series you’ve watched.

Belphie

Depending on how childish you are you’ll either see nap time as a blessing or a punishment, no matter which one you’ll still wind up napping with belphie.

Ya don’t wanna nap? Well too bad cause you’re already trapped with his arms to sleep, he does that with his pillow and since his pillow helps him sleep well Goodluck cause you’re now a plushie.

You wanna nap? Good cause you get to nap with a lot of stuffed toys heckin soft pillows fluffy blankets and a grown man to make sure you actually sleep and not...pretend. (I actually do that a lot believe it or not-)

But here me out, animal onesies, matching animal onesies, matching soft and comfortable animal onesies- ok but really, onesies you two will wear and not care if the others see because you’ll walk a round the house and that at night heading to the twins’ room.

“Want some milk before bed? It��ll probably get us more good dreams..”

Whether he actually believes what he’s saying or not, a good glass of milk before bed is one of the few calming routines you two share and he finds them pleasant.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #rras writes #writings from the eclipse #obey me mc

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mymegumi · 4 years

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aere perrenius

pairing: akaashi keiji x gn!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, writer!akaashi and librarian!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff

summary: more lasting than bronze. a once in a lifetime opportunity turns into a twice in a lifetime chance, and before you realize it, it just turns into a potential lifetime

dedicated: to miss issy ( @cafemiya ) kind beyond words, incredible beyond compare

You’d once thought that life was cruel to you, a single librarian that ended up helping children find picture books and nasty teenagers that had to pay their overdue library fees. You often just moved through the movements, walking to the library every single day, picking up coffees for everyone that worked with you that day, and nothing ever really changed.

Until today.

Today, when you walked into the coffee shop that was only a block away from the library—a small little out of the way place that served the best croissants with chocolate butter you’d ever had before—you were shocked to note that there was another singular figure in the shop with you.

Typically when you went in, it was early enough in the morning that you beat out the high schoolers and people who went to their 9-5 jobs, yet you always managed to miss the people who worked night shifts, so the barista often told you.

Today, however, there was a singular figure sitting at a table, laptop on the table with a small white mug of coffee in his hands, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he seemed intent to read whatever it is was on his screen.

His hair was curling over thin golden frames, flowing over his forehead and spilling against his ears as he pressed his lips to the coffee mug, blue eyes focused on the words before him. The morning light had not yet seemed to crest the mountains of skyscrapers that littered the Japanese skyline, so the warm lights of the cafe seemed to soften the edges around him, making him angelic as he just relaxed there.

Perhaps it was the pure shock of seeing him, or even just the lack of sleep you always seemed to suffer from in the mornings following a weekend, but something led to your mistake of forgetting to conceal your admiration of him.

In your trance of adoration, you simply forget the cafe has a bell over the door.

He glances his up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink, offering a smile your way in the way that two people up way too early would share a smile with each other—as if only the two of you knew the secrets that the sunrise would whisper if only you would wake early enough to listen.

“Your usual?”

The barista, a sweet girl named Akira who seemed to be pumped full of espresso for she was way too peppy for this time of the hour, draws your attention away from the man sitting by himself at the window table.

“To go, right?” When you shake your head, she laughs slightly, inputting your usual order into the computer just for her to end up making it only a few seconds later, “What’s with the change today, you always take it straight to the library.”

When she sees you steal a glance at the mysterious stranger, she leans in with a hand cupped around her mouth, devastatingly wicked glint in her eyes as she whispers to you, “He came in a couple of minutes of go, saying he’s new in town. A writer, if you could believe it. Maybe you could warm him up to the area?”

“I have to go to work soon,” you hiss back softly, feeling the warmth take over your cheeks as you resolutely refuse to look back at him in case he heard her gossiping.

“Yet, you’re taking your coffee here?”

She, unfortunately, raises her eyebrows suggestively at you as she slides your drink to you in a small white mug resting on a dish, steaming and hot with a less heated croissant on a separate dish. You make a noise of disbelief as you carefully adjust your bag on your shoulder, taking your breakfast with you to a seat, not too close to the writer and yet not too far away that you are unable to admire him.

Pulling out a book from your bag, you are content to just read and settle in for a few minutes that you would normally spend in the library doing random work until the doors unlocked. It’s a newer novel you’d just picked up from a bookstore, and it was only because the author would be visiting the library soon, so you wanted to get a feel for the writing style, in case there were any questions that the people had for the staff.

“A good read, is it?”

You don’t really register that anyone is talking to you, at first, instead intent on just reading In Regards to Aces before it clicks in your mind two facts; one, that you are indeed holding a book and reading, and two, that you are only one of three people in the establishment, not to mention one of the three was just a barista making herself a coffee.

When it hits you that the stupidly attractive man at the window is indeed talking to you, you shove a bookmark in the spot you were reading as you turn to him, “Ah, yeah, it is, though I don’t have much to say on it considering I just started reading it.”

“Initial thoughts, then?” His smile soothes you a bit, making you relax from the initial tension you’d felt, “I’ve found the author tends to use verbiage that rambles on, but that’s my own opinion on it.”

“Well, from what I have read so far,” you set the book on the table, star embellished cover twinkling in the lights of the cafe, “I like the way that the author describes the character’s feelings—it felt really authentic, and added to the atmosphere for the story.”

“Well, just wait until you read the ending,” he raises an eyebrow at you and a playful look comes across his face for a second before disappearing, “it’s a real gutwrencher, honestly, I’m surprised the author had decided to take it in that direction.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll be able to read a good part of it before the end of the day,” you muse, hand running idly along the edges of the pages, “I’m hoping to be able to talk to the author during the meet and greet later today at the library.”

He makes a thoughtful noise, a small content smile on his face as he sets his mug down on the saucer. There’s a look in his eyes, something that says that he knows something that you don’t, and yet when you go to ask about it, he says instead, “Tell me what you think of it when you finish it, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.”

You watch as he begins to pack up his things, tucking the laptop away into a sleek black backpack, all while sipping gingerly on your drink, “Of course, perhaps I’ll see you again, I’m usually here before work.”

“I look forward to it.”

He shoots you a smile over his shoulder as he leaves the cafe, throwing away his things and setting aside his dishes before he exits. Watching him walk down the street, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Gosh,” Akira’s voice makes you jump in your seat slightly, “he was really pretty; you think he was a model?”

“I don’t know, but he could be if he wanted to be,” you smile to yourself as you check your phone, swearing as you realize you might be a few minutes late, “I gotta get to work, I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

Chugging the rest of your drink, of which has cooled significantly, you end up rushing out of the door of the coffee shop, leaving a good tip for Akira before you go.

A meet-cute. Is that what that would’ve been considered?

Walking into the library, you have a dopey smile on your lips, and the meeting from the morning lets you float your way through work as if your feet haven’t touched the ground.

The writer meet and greet wasn’t for another few hours so when you were putting books back on the shelves, and when the flow of people tended to slow down, your nose was tucked gently into the pages of the book you’d picked up.

It was wonderfully written, with words that seemed to suck you in and captivate you, unable to truly pay attention to what you needed to be doing. You were so ecstatic to be meeting the author, to be able to see what sort of person they’d turned out to be.

They had been pretty secretive, declining interviews left and right and no one has been able to figure out who they were. No one really knew if Akaashi Keiji was their real name, or just a pen name either, a ghost writer who wanted to leave their mark on the world without claiming any credit for the impression they’d leave behind.

Truth be told, it was something you admired in them.

There was something special about someone wanting to create something, and yet walking about their daily life knowing that not a single person would recognize them for it. They weren’t doing it for fame, or for money, but because they truly enjoyed writing and creating books for people to enjoy.

“If you keep yourself in that book, you’ll never get these shelves done,” shit, you’d thought you tucked yourself far enough into the autobiography section that your coworker, Kaori, wouldn’t be able to find you, “what book is it this time?”

“In Regards to Aces…”

She raises an eyebrow at you, glancing at the big poster of the book’s cover displayed only a few feet away from the pair of you, “Uh-huh, gonna suck up to the writer? Get you a rich, anonymous sugar daddy?”

“Pft,” you smile at her with a crooked grin, “let’s be inclusive here, we don’t know if they identify as a guy, Kaori.”

She shrugs a shoulder at you as you begin to push the cart filled with returned books into the aisle, making your way to the front of the library, “Actually, Akaashi and I went to high school together. When he got famous, everyone at our school, like, made a silent pact to respect his privacy.”

“You know the Akaashi Keiji?” You give her an incredulous look, feet planting firmly in front of the help desk of the library, “As in, coming to our library, has won multiple National Book Awards in a row for their novels Akaashi Keiji?”

“Yeah,” she picks something off of her shirt with a sour look on her face, “I’m pretty sure Bokuto threatened a guy that said he’d leak Akaashi’s school name, but it might’ve been the whole group of them, honestly.”

“Bokuto…” you look at her with a bewildered look in your eyes, “Bokuto Koutarou, MSBY wing spiker, Bokuto?”

“Yeah,” she smiles brightly at you, which you quickly erase with a hand smacking her firmly in the arm, “Oh my god, what was that for?!”

“For not telling me you were surrounded by future celebrities in high school?!”

“Oh, as if there isn’t one person from your school that got famous,” Kaori levels a glare at you as she rubs her arm.

The pair of you are sitting at the reception area now at the front of the library, watching people flow into the seating area set up for the meet and greet. A copy of the book’s cover is set up next to the author’s seat, which is on a small raised platform behind a small red barrier.

“I’m pretty sure a kid in the grade above me moved to Argentina?” She laughs at your answer, a hand over her mouth as someone steps up to the desk, taking both of your attention away from the conversation, “Hey, how can we help yo— oh! Hi, again, how are you?”

Standing before you, straps of his backpack slipping off of his shoulders and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. There’s a little bit of a smile on his lips as he sighs, “Oh. Hello, I’m good. I rushed here because I was worried about being late—Kaori?”

“Akaashi,” she smiles at him, hand reaching out to shake his hand easily as you stare at the both of them flabbergasted, “Didn’t you get my text earlier about you coming to the library?”

“No, I was busy with the moving vans,” he turns his gaze on you and you swear your mouth dries up a little bit, “After I got a cup of coffee, I was arguing with the movers about a van of stuff that got lost. Turns out they were on the wrong side of town.”

“You mean to tell me,” you interrupt, hand coming up to stop Kaori from speaking, eyes trained on the wavy-haired man in front of you, “that you asked for my opinion on your book? Your own book?”

He gives a cheeky grin, teeth showing as he raises an eyebrow, “It’s easier to hear honest opinions if people don’t know I’m the author.”

You roll your eyes at him before he turns back to Kaori for a quick second, “Kaori, would you mind getting me some water, oh and maybe even a snack?”

She nods easily, hair swishing lightly as she pats you on the back and leaves, “‘Course, meet you up on the stage, bigshot.”

When she leaves, there’s a bit of an awkward silence, something like you don’t know what to say, and yet you know if you were to say anything, something might change. It’s only a feeling, but you suddenly want to spend as much time with this man as possible.

Now in the late afternoon light, you study him in a way you didn’t get to before. The warm sunlight that filters in through the windows makes his hair seem a bit light, but still just as unruly as it was this morning. His eyes are inquisitive, sharp in a way that observes and analyzes all within a moment’s notice.

There are patches of red and blue light dancing along his shoulders, refractions from the sun through the stained glass windows. His shirt is a little wrinkled but otherwise neat, one of the sides untucked as his loose tie hangs from around his neck.

He’s even prettier in the daylight, you decide.

“I’m sorry lied to you this morning,” his voice drops a little bit, inflection careful as he looks at you, “I promise I won’t lie to you anymore, if that means anything.”

“Well, if I catch wind of you lying,” you start, sidestepping the swinging door of the counter to start walking towards the stage area, “I’ll make your life a living nightmare, I know where you get your coffee, sir.”

“Oh, not the coffee,” He holds his hands up in surrender, “I loved their dark roast, where else in the town am I supposed to get it?”

“That, mister, sounds like a you problem,” you want to see him smile more, is the first thing you think when he laughs, “but only if you get on my bad side.”

“Do you think going out for dinner sometime might put me on your good side?”

There are moments in life that can shatter and alter the way that you think and perceive things for the future. For instance, that one time a teacher had given you a recommendation on a book had jumpstarted your love of reading which had turned into a job with lovely friends. If not for that one teacher, who knew where you would be now, because life is funny and doesn’t work out the way you think it will when things aren’t set exactly in motion.

This is one of those moments, and you know it is, because as he asks you out on, assumably, on a date, you envision a life for yourself.

A life filled with moments and snapshots with Akaashi Keiji at your side. He kisses your cheek one morning as you both make coffee for each other, his hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you through the grocery store, and his voice is loving as he whispers to you at night before you fall asleep.

Now, you’ve always been somewhat a romantic, but you think this is the first time you’ve ever envisioned a life like this upon a second meeting. As Akaashi waits for your response, face neutral but content, you smile to yourself.

“Yeah,” you respond, leaning close to bump your shoulder against his gently, “I think getting dinner might boost your standings with me.”

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fellulahh · 4 years

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Dating headcannons (brothers, Diavolo and Simeon)

Lucifer:

- Pretty reserved around other people however as soon as MC and Lucifer are alone, he’ll begin kissing her passionately because it’s all that’s been on his mind

- Often get up to no good in the student council room after meetings

- Expect a lot of soft Luci

- He does lots of random small gestures like running her a bath for when she gets home, making her breakfast in bed on mornings she doesn’t have lessons, helps her with her studies etc

- Often takes MC on cute little dates to restaurants and cafes he thinks she’d like

- Lucifer is the avatar of pride, although he may be reserved, there’s nothing stopping him from showing MC off to everyone

- HOT DOM SEX

- He loves leaving his mark on her neck for all of the other brothers to see

Mammon:

- Lots of makeout seshes between classes at RAD, hiding behind the bleachers

- Often get caught or end up running away laughing because a teacher nearly catches them every time

- Constant pranks on everybody in the house

- Mammon grows with confidence since being with MC because she can’t keep her hands off him

- He’ll pass her silly notes in class saying stuff like ‘do you still love me?’

- MC attends every photo shoot he does when he’s modelling, she cheers and hoots for him making him go all red in the face

- Cute dates to the movies and then long, romantic strolls back to the House after

- Other demons actually get really jealous of Mammon after seeing how infatuated MC is with him

- He leaves scrawny little love notes in her diary whenever she leaves it unattended

Levi:

- Levi never stops blushing when he’s around MC, all she has to do is give him a quick kiss on the cheek and he gets all flustered

- They attend every convention for the franchises he likes, even if MC hasn’t got a scooby doo what they’re about

- He teaches her to play his favourite games

- They pull all nighters, trying to get tickets to events before they sell out, when MC succeeds, Levi becomes overwhelmed with emotion and lifts her off the floor in an embrace, surprising them both

- Cute evenings spent in his bath with loads of blankets in the dark just gazing at Henry in his tank

- MC is always posting candid pictures of Levi on her Devilgram to show her appreciation of him

- Live streams when they’re playing games together

- Levi becomes MC’s sex slave as he absolutely lives for the moments she dominates him

Satan:

- Often spend their weekends together at the library, finding books for each other to read

- (Quite often steal kisses in the corner of the library where nobody can see them)

- MC relieves Satan from a lot of his anger

- He often serenades her with his smooth words, this demon knows exactly what to say to make MC weak at the knees

- Such a preppy couple

- They’re inseparable when they’re at RAD

- Hardcore sex woo!

- Lots of gushing over cats whenever they’re out walking in Devildom, they’re always pointing them out to each other

- Civilised coffee dates at cute cafes

- He loves PDA, Satan lives off the fact that his brothers are jealous of him for being with MC

- Satan likes his hair being played with, MC does it to help calm him down if he’s angry

Asmo:

- they’re the most touchy couple

- Their ideal date is going on shopping sprees together, Asmo helps MC find the perfect clothes that make her feel super confident in and orders she does a catwalk whenever she tries anything on

- He’s her absolute biggest fan, whenever she comes down from her room all dressed up he’s like ‘YES that is my GIRLFRIEND’

- Super super passionate sex

- They’re known as that couple at RAD who are always making out in the corridors

- Often spend evenings with Asmo painting her nails and her styling his hair

- They love going to bars and nightclubs together

- Devilgram is full of selfies of the pair, anyone who sees them gets jealous of the couple

- So many dirty inside jokes together

Beel:

- constant food fights in the kitchen that end up in hot, sweaty kitchen sex

- MC and Beel never get asked to be on dinner duty again after Lucifer walks in on them once in a compromising position next to the dinner prep

- Koala hugs!

- Beel often carries MC’s on his shoulders because she’s so tiny compared to him

- He also often insists that MC wears his jacket even though it’s absolutely HUGE on her. He likes demons to know she’s his girl and wearing his clothes is the perfect way to show them that!

- BIG. BEEL. COCK.

- He’s very generous in the bedroom if you get what I mean

- On movie nights with the brothers, MC often falls asleep in Beel’s lap

- Very affectionate in front of other people, he doesn’t care what others think

- He loves taking MC all across Devildom, introducing her to all of the weird and wonderful food they have to offer

Belphie:

- Lots of back tickles for Belphie as he falls asleep in MC’s arms (she has now be promoted to his favourite ‘pillow’)

- Always holding hands no matter where they go

- Since being with MC, Belphie’s smile isn’t a rare sight anymore because she’s always got him grinning to himself

- Often go on dates together to get ice cream from the park (which also involves bringing Beel along and effectively babysitting him)

- MC makes pillow forts a lot, knowing Belphie will be in his element getting to have a nap inside one

- Belphie’s very clingy, he loves hugging MC whenever he gets the chance

- They love playing little jokes on Lucifer when they’re feeling mischievous

- Forehead kisses are his weakness

Diavolo:

- Often MC will return to the House of Lamentation after a busy day at RAD and find a bouquet of flowers on her pillow

- Constant compliments, Diavolo is completely fascinated by his human partner

- Diavolo often makes MC put on his crown, “it suits you, you know” he smirks suggestively

- MC is very pampered, Diavolo treats her like a Queen (which is quite fitting)

- Often MC will struggle to walk at RAD if she spent the previous evening with Diavolo

- Demons are afraid of her, I mean she’s a human who managed to tie down the Prince of fucking Devildom?!

- He is SO romantic

- With the way he shows off MC, the whole of Devildom get talking about her, wondering when on earth they will be King and Queen

- Loves spanking her ass when he gets the chance (he is a cheeky demon after all)

Simeon:

- gentle little forehead kisses constantly

- Compliments MC all the time like she’s some kind of goddess

- Even Simeon of all people wants to sin when he’s around MC

- He’s so gentlemanly and tender around her, they never argue because he’s so understanding and rational about everything

- BEST. LOOKING. COUPLE. EVER.

- Whispers sweet nothings into her ear when they’re cuddling in bed together

- Often will lay in bed with her resting on his chest and him reading passages to her from the bible or something

- He’s always expressing his admiration for her, “you know if I didn’t know you were a human, I’d be convinced you’re an angel”

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raspberryranpo · 4 years

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hey!!!!!! idk if request r open rn but!!!!!!! if they are, can i suggest first date hcs with the blue lion boys?? since theyre the only house you havent done?

their first dates with you

fire emblem three houses: blue lion boys

DUDE i have no idea what happened overnight but i woke up with like 60 notifications lmao

& thank you so much!! yes requests are open lolol

DIMITRI

not only would this be yours & dimitri’s first date.... but it would probably be dimitri’s first date EVER

he had no clue what you’d even do on a date so he had to resort to asking sylvain (but that didn’t go so well)

luckily he had mercedes and annette to turn to, and they just told him to be himself

which he didn’t quite understand but he just went with it

anyway..... he’d probably show up to your dorm with a boquet of flowers (lavender ones) but they’d probably be a bit crushed at the stems due to how nervous he was

but he’d hold them out to you anyway & apologise for his nervousness

dimitri’s face is definitely red for the whole day too

he was very desperate to hold your hand (since he’d seen sylvain doing it) but was afraid that he’d crush you

so he resorted to offering you his arm instead

he probably took you on a walk through the forest near the monastery

he wanted to use that opportunity to learn more about you, but it instead ended up being him telling you all about the different types of trees you could see

i bet he knows literally everything about trees and plants ok (thank dedue)

annette and mercedes gave him a little picnic to have with you & dimitri was very excited to show you the cute little sandwiches they made

he’d talk to you about something you’re very interested in (he did a lot of research) and then watch as you rambled on about something he has no idea about

he has the cutest look in his eyes, too full of love

throughout the entire day all he did was make sure you were smiling too, and he was constantly trying to make you laugh

he told a few jokes (probably about something actually really sad) but they didn’t go too well. you laughed anyway though

either way you had a really fun time, mostly because of how cute dimitri was being

DEDUE

dedue has also never been on a date

but he has more common sense than dimitri so obviously he doesn’t go to sylvain for advice

dates with dedue probably don’t go how dates are supposed to go - you guys just hang out together, maybe you kiss, maybe you just hold hands

you quietly sit in the greenhouse together, tending to dedue’s flowers

you’re probably one of the only people he lets touch his flowers, seeing as though he loves you a lot

it would be peaceful & quiet, and the only times either of you would speak would be when you’d ask about a certain flower, or when dedue would tell you about the plant he was looking after at the time

maybe after you both finish watering & weeding all the plants, you’d just sit there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence

i’m sure chef deddles (love chef deddles) would bring you a small sized version of whatever dish he was working on at the moment

or he’d bring you something he’d made up himself for you to try first

anything he makes or does, the first person he’d show is you

dedue brings a blanket or something to wrap around the two of you as you sit later on into the night

he worries that doing this is too boring, or it’s not a good enough first date

but you just have to reassure him that it’s nice & that you enjoy it :(:( he’s too anxious bless

as he’s walking you back to your dorm, he’ll gently take your hand & tell you that he’s had a very nice time

maybe he’ll just gently kiss your cheek, or if he’s not feeling that confident, he’ll just squeeze your hand & give you the gentlest smile

SYLVAIN

sylvain has been on many a date so he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing

he takes you to a cute little cafe in town

he wanted to take you to a restaurant at the start, but decided against it since he had no idea if you’d like that or not

but everyone likes a little cafe date... right?

since he’s actually bothered to formally ask you on a date & is serious about you, he’d probably bring you one or two of his favourite books

because we all know he’s actually a smarty pants

he’d hold your hand or have an arm wrapped around your waist on the way there, & he’d point out all the places he’s been kicked out of for flirting with the waitresses (or even the owner) because he knows you won’t judge him for that

anyway. when you get there, he insists on sitting on one of the couch chairs (or whatever they had in the 12th century) and at first you sit opposite each other

he likes it that way since you can both talk to each other face to face (and he can playfully tap your feet under the table)

the day is full of jokes & weird stories that sylvain has

somehow he’s met literally everyone and anyone and always has the most wack story for any situation

he also playfully flirts with you - it’s not serious (even though he means it) but it’s so cheesy it’s funny

after a while, when the cafe is quieter, sylvain comes and sits with you on your side of the table

he just wraps an arm around your shoulders using the old yawn & stretch trick

leaning over, you feel his lips on your cheek & he just whispers a little “thank you” for allowing him to have a real date

FELIX

felix is born different. he’s a different breed

he does not have any experience since he’s NEVER HAD A CRUSH. or so he says

and he’s too stubborn to ask anyone for help so he just does whatever he feels like

by that, i mean you guys definitely stay in the training hall for the entire day

if you accepted felix’s feelings you knew exactly what you were getting into, so deal with it

he forces you to spar with him for most of the day but he cares about you too much to overexert you

when you both take a break he sits really close to you for no particular reason other than to sit close to you

this is felix’s romance. sharing sweat (aw)

he also goes easy on you when you’re fencing

not that he thinks you’re incapable of fighting at his level, but that he just doesn’t want to accidentally stab you

sometimes he lets you win & really sarcastically says something like “aw, damn! you’ve won again...!” with this really soft smile on his face

only on the premise that nobody else is around

on the way back he won’t hold your hand or anything but he’ll constantly look back at you with the fondest look in his eyes

he probably looks down at your hands wishing he has the courage to actually hold them too

at the end of the day when he’s walked you all the way back to your dorm, he’ll very spontaneously kiss you right on the lips

he’ll have a very firm hold of your face but all of a sudden he’ll just let go & run off with his face bright red

sylvain probably saw and that’s why he left so suddenly looool

ASHE

i was going to say something stupid like ghost hunting but ashe would probably rather die

he’d probably just sit in the library with you and discuss books with you for a few hours, nothing too major

but ashe has a way with words & can tell old tales as though he was there (even if i’m remembering his character wrong, let’s just pretend)

you’d ask him about the book he’s currently reading & he’d tell you the plot of it (without spoiling it obviously) and the way he’d word it would make you want to pick it up immediately

the both of you just sit in the library quietly for hours, reading a book each

the only time either of you would talk would be when either one of you would laugh at something in your book & you’d have to explain the joke to the other

obviously ashe won’t allow either of you to stay up really late (no later than like 7) because the monastery gets dark at that point

and you know what comes out when the monastery gets dark?

absolutely nothing. but it’s funny seeing ashe scream at shadows so don’t say anything

i imagine that your first date goes so well, ashe forgets about the time & you both come out of the library at like 11:00

it’s a wonder seteth hasn’t found the two of you

anyway. your date actually turns out to be a ghost hunting trip (alternate title: ashe runs away from the ghosts while you laugh at him, and neither of you can see where your dorms are)

it’s fun anyway. well, not in ashe’s opinion

at some point you see this really big shadow that’s moving towards you and you both scream thinking it’s a really evil ghost

suddenly a torch is lit on the wall & turns out its seteth

“i knew i intimidate many students, but surely i don’t elicit a scream that loud!”

seteth quietly escorts the two of you back to the dorms and it’s really awkward

he eventually leaves you both alone & ashe sighs the biggest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard

he quietly thanks you and, with the most courage he’s ever had, he pecks your cheek & runs off

my first ask 🤪🤪 thank you so much!!! ah this was fun to write

requests are still open by the way!! for any of the fandoms on my rules page lolol

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h headcanons #fe3h x reader #dimitri x reader #dedue x reader #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #sylvain x reader #ashe ubert x reader #blue lions x reader

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years

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for fake’s sake

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Word count ➳ 5.2k words of pain and agony

Warnings ➳ angst, fluff, fake dating, this is a revenge to @halfblood-princess-505

Summary ➳ Y/n and Peter were just acquaintances and nothing else, but one day out of nowhere Peter asks her to be his “girlfriend.” What are the chances that they would start liking each other? Would Peter ask Liz to homecoming or would he break the deal? Read to find out!

Peter Parker. The name that caused butterflies to swarm inside your stomach, the very same boy was now standing right in front of you, asking you to be his date to homecoming. It was a dream come true if you put it in your words, but you were contemplating on whether to say ‘yes’ and trust him or not, what if it was still a show? A fake relationship that caused the downfall in your actual acquaintanceship. You looked around the hallway to see any signs of ‘her’ but you found nothing despite the doe-eyed brunette in front of you.

“Peter?” May snapped her finger in front of her nephew who seemed to be lost in his own world. His eyes seemed dull like they had been for the past few days, the bags under them visible and eyelids droopy, and she cursed Tony Stark for doing this to the sweet boy. He seemed to snap out of his long-lost daze and looked her straight in the eyes, “Where have you been?” The lady asked, propping her elbow on the table in a questioning way.

“Here, with you.” He passed her a tight-lipped– an exceptionally unconvincing– smile, but she knew him well. She could tell that he was hiding something from her, but what, she couldn’t quite join the dots, but she was sure that it was definitely something related to the Stark Internship.

“That’s not what I mean.” She shook her head in disapproval. At this point, Peter was simply playing with the food on his plate. May found it hard to recall the last time she had seen him actually eat something, “What is up with you Peter?!” She let out a little louder than she expected, then ducking her head in embarrassment when a few heads turned their way. She huffed, placing her hand on the top of his nephew’s, “You know that I just want you to be happy, right?”

His gaze softened even more than before as he nodded, “I know, May.” Then they settled once again. May’s mind was constantly thinking of an idea while Peter finally took a few bites of his larb salad.

“You know what?” May suddenly gasped making Peter take a sharp gulp before looking at her, “You need a break,” she nodded before continuing, “with someone you love.”

Peter felt his throat dry at his aunt’s words. He coughed out, taking a few swigs of water from his glass, “what’re you- what’re you suggesting?”

“That you get a girlfriend.”

“What?!” Peter choked on his water, then laughed, “I don't- I don’t need a girlfriend.”

“So a boyfriend?” May suggested, “I’m okay with anyone, you just need someone who you love and can spend time with.”

“But May, we spend time together,” Peter pouted like a kid, “and, I love you.” May laughed at her nephew before shaking her head.

“Pete that’s not what I mean!” She insisted. Peter stared into her brown eyes for a moment, seeing the way they were pleading for him to stop and live a little. He wanted to, too, but what if another criminal went down and tried to- “For me?”

Peter sighed knowing that he won’t be able to win at this, “There is this one girl in AP Chem.” May smiled victoriously as Peter started.

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“You know what I mean?” You laughed as Ned slowly nudged your side. Another day at high school when you noticed something was off with Peter. You saw him at lunch, but he was staring at Liz, like always. You rolled your eyes at the thought, the boy was hopelessly falling for the most beautiful girl.

The next time you saw him that day was in the gym period, you talked a little about your day and whatever you were going to do for your next chemistry project. Your and Peter’s relationship was confined to AP Chemistry. You hadn’t let it go beyond that, and probably wouldn’t, ever. You would joke with each other occasionally. It was all games and fun, or so you thought.

“So, how about cationic hydrolysis of Diazonium Sulphate?” You asked. He nodded, but you could tell he was not really listening.

“Yeah, yeah sounds good.” You followed his gaze to look at what he was staring at, and to your prediction, it was no one else other than Liz. You laughed at the love-struck gaze of your friend/acquaintance as Ned joined the two of you.

Peter was different, very different than other guys and you wondered how every girl in Midtown wasn’t swooning over him. You thought he was good, cute even. You found him staring at Liz with such an adoring gaze like no one has ever done to you, and somewhere deep inside, you knew you wanted it to be you that he was staring at. It wasn’t Peter, you just craved attention, or that’s what you told yourself.

It was almost ironic. You told yourself that Peter would be nothing more than a friend, a good friend, or a best friend. ‘Friend’, you kept reminding yourself day by day. And yet you said yes to the stupid, yet tempting offer. You couldn’t even say no to him, a simple word, ‘no’, but you had to go all helpful for him.

“(Y/n)!” You heard your name being called out as soon as you left the gym room. You turned around on your heel to face a very out of breath Peter Parker. You put on a smile on your face as he neared you and finally came to a halt.

“Hey, Peter.”

“Hey,” He replied in a breathy voice, “I-I just-” It was as if he had lost all his confidence suddenly and all he did was open his mouth and closed it repeatedly like a fish. You waited for him, not like you were in a hurry, he was the one who always seemed to be in a hurry, like right now, you could tell he had to reach somewhere, “I needed to ask you something.” He finally said, making you nod.

“I could tell.” You smiled softly. Your thoughts wandered to the project you were discussing earlier that day, not like Peter interacted with you much. The few visits to each other’s house were limited to study sessions and making weird tech that would surprise the others. Peter was phenomenally genius, and his ideas never failed to woo the teachers. You were sure he would be the valedictorian next year.

You were getting curious as to what he had to say but before you could as much as say anything Peter ran his eyes around the corners of the hall to make sure if there was anybody besides you both, then as carefully as he could, said,

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

The question sure caught you off guard. The nerdy boy who only talked about three things, science, Star Wars and most importantly, Liz. Why would he ask you to be his girlfriend?! The question tugged at your mind but soon Peter started gushing out everything that had happened in the past days.

He wanted to make it reasonable, but couldn’t. He said that Liz would like him if she saw you were with him, –which you found stupid– that he just wanted to keep the act up until he could gather the courage to ask Liz out to Homecoming. And with those big, brown eyes, you couldn’t help but accept his request.

And from that moment on you would be his “girlfriend”, inverted commas included.

Now you were at a party, being the good girlfriend you were while your boyfriend was saving the city, not that you knew. You were never the one to party and when Peter left you alone there, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Not like you were his responsibility, and you stuck by MJ who was in your Math class and you actually enjoyed your time with her there.

The next day you saw Peter by your locker, a coffee cup in his hands. You smiled when you reached up to him, “What’re you doing here?” You asked, opening your locker to take out your books for the day.

“I’m really sorry for leaving you alone at the party, I will make it up to you.”

You laughed at him as he said this. “I wasn’t alone. I mean, I had Ned and MJ.” You lazily lifted one of your shoulders in a shrug. He chuckled, passing you your coffee. You took it gratefully as a small blush rose to your cheeks, he remembered your favourite coffee from the one time you went to a cafe with him after a long study session.

“But I will make it up to you because that’s what good boyfriends do” He teased as you started walking towards your class.

Peter Parker was taking this dating thing too seriously.

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The next week you were in the library when Peter came inside with a stack of books and sat in front of you. You eyed him weirdly, he’d never sat around you in the library. He continued to scramble the books onto the table carefully before finally looking up at you with a warm smile. His hand grazed yours which was placed on the table and the realization hit you. As if that wasn’t enough, he cleared his throat, “Hey, babe.”

This had become a regular thing in the past week, the hand-holding in front of everyone, the bear hugs, the cafeteria dates, and the short glances in gym class, and you were afraid that you were getting too habitual of all of this.

Yet you tried to forget it, and when you finally did, sitting peacefully in the library, reading your journal, Peter Parker came stumbling back to you with his beautiful face and perfect smile to remind you that you were his “girlfriend.”

This would all be over before homecoming, you reminded yourself.

It was safe to say that you had a deal with Peter Parker, and after that, you would go back to just being lab partners, back to being ‘friends’. But would you be able to see him just as a friend anymore? You were pretty sure you wouldn’t be. Not that you like him or anything, you just wanted attention, right?

But again, Peter Parker had the same effect on you that a flame has to a moth. You knew you would burn if you touch it, but you were more than willing to burn. He pulled you out of your thoughts by clearing his throat, a thing he did when he was nervous and wanted to ask you something?

“What is it?” You asked moving your hand further closer to his.

“Um, it’s just that- uh, May wants me to invite you to dinner.” He started, you waited until he continued, “You really don’t have to come, though. I could just tell her that you are busy or-”

“Peter I would love to.” You reassured. The boy often used to get nervous and ramble on for a long time. Not that you minded it, you found him cute when he did that.

Just friends.

“I will message you the timings.” He nodded. You smiled at him and he took your already linked hands to intertwine your fingers. You felt a little warm every time he did that, which was not very often so you tried to savour this. You just need attention, you told yourself again, this is all fake.

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You smoothed your dress before knocking on the door. Peter’s aunt, May, opened the door. You had known her from the very few times that you had been to the small apartment. According to you, she was the very sweet lady with a superpower of never getting old. She was basically still twenty-five from the looks of it.

Peter was standing behind her, in a very formal shirt which made you giggle as you entered the place, a sweet smell, that you identified of an apple pie, filled your nose and you let out a small sigh.

Peter was watching you. He had seen you, more times than enough, especially during these past few days, and he couldn’t help but feel that you were different. Different than the other girls, different than Liz.

Liz, he hasn’t even thought about her in the past four days. He liked Liz, and before this, he thought about her, even during his patrol. He remembered the day before he asked you to be his girlfriend, he was simply swinging around the city like he had been doing for the past month or so and he ran into a hoarding because all he could think was the way Liz looked back at him in the hallway. He smiled at the memory, but it seemed forced. Something in him said that it wasn’t the same, it was not the genuine smile he found on his lips before every time he saw Liz.

He snapped out of his daze to look at you smiling back at him apologetically. Turns out he was looking in your direction the whole time and even worse was the fact that you thought he was forcing a smile your way. He felt himself cringe at the thought of staring at you like some creep.

“Are you just gonna stand there or come eat, Peter?” May called and Peter just gave her a tight-lipped smile while you chuckled. You could tell he was feeling uncomfortable. Something inside you twisted at the thought of him being sad because it was you instead of Liz at the dinner and he, of course, didn’t want you here, “He’s been like that all month.” May complained, this time looking towards you.

“Yeah, it’s because of that Stark Internship!” You started. Peter silently sat on the table looking at you as you made a fluent conversation with May. He felt his heart beat faster when you talked about him with such concern.

“Gotta tell you, not a big fan of that Tony Stark,” May said and you laughed. Peter looked at you, mesmerized by that sound. He wanted you to do that again, or at least smile his way when your eyes wrinkled the slightest. Throughout the dinner, he sat silently, proudly looking at the two of you. It was the first time in a long time that he felt happy, actually happy, it had been forever since he saw May that happy. It was the first time in forever that his family felt somewhat complete.

After the dinner was over and May went into the kitchen to get the dessert, you stopped behind to talk to Peter. He had barely talked throughout the dinner and by now you were pretty sure that he wanted you to leave, “Did I do something wrong?” Peter heard your voice from beside him and he looked at you, confused. You looked a little sad.

Peter didn’t like that, he didn’t want you to be sad. He wanted to hear your contagious laugh that made him all warm, “Not at all.” He replied simply before adding, “You are the perfect girlfriend.”

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You were going up. There were a lot of people in the lift but the one you really wanted to be there had to be the only one who was missing. You were very worried about Peter and you were pretty sure that he was hiding something from you, and from everybody as well.

You felt a little claustrophobic and decided to stand in the farthest corner of the lift so no one would really see you or bother you for that matter.

But the universe had other plans.

A bright purple coloured light arose from somewhere in between the lift and it went straight through the ceiling, almost cutting the lift in half, making the people scramble off to the corners. You felt yourself breathing thick air and your heart was beating very rapidly in your chest. This was it.

You kept your grip on the side-railing of the lift tight as ever as tears brimmed your eyes. Then in a swoosh, you all were going down, along with the lift, but it came to a sudden halt when you saw a white substance stick to the floor, keeping the lift up. The masked hero slowly started pulling the lift towards him where a team of paramedics was already standing to take care of the students.

One by one, everyone started filtering out of the lift. Everyone except you.

Peter knew that you were claustrophobic. He could tell that you were trying to block out the voices calling for you and trying to focus on your breathing.

Almost everyone was out, you being the last one. As soon as you let go of the railing, the lift lurched down and a yelp escaped your mouth but before you could think of anything else, Spider-man extended his arm forward and you halted in mid-air.

The half let out yelp died down as he pulled you up and placed you on the marble floor of the Washington monument. He seemed to stay like that for a moment like he was contemplating or holding back from doing something. But he suddenly went down when the small piece of metal holding him up fell from its place.

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“This is your chance Peter, kiss her.” Karen’s robotic voice rang in Peter’s ears as soon as he placed you on the marble floor of the Washington monument. Was this how he’ll kiss you? He was sure as hell was thinking about kissing you, but he didn’t know why. He had eventually spent most of his night talking to the suit lady but as soon as he got to know that Ned had been carrying a bomb with him, all he could think about was how he put his friends in danger, he put you in danger.

Peter looked for your face in the sea of students and he eventually found you standing in a corner, phone in hand and your face was turned into a frown. You looked like you could cry any moment now. He ran towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You flinched but once you realised that it was him, you completely broke down into fits of sobs. He didn’t like seeing you like that and he held you there until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry (y/n). I shouldn’t have left you like that.”

You silently nodded, “I was worried for you.”

“I’m sorry for that too.” you smiled through the tears, burying your head deeper into his chest. Might as well make most of these moments until they last because the next second you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Surely, it was your mom and she looked worried. Peter gave you one last squeeze before finally looking into your eyes and giving your temple a soft kiss. You smiled at him.

Just friends.

In the last two weeks, you both have forgotten that you were not actually dating. Small notes would be stuck to your locker when you got there, nothing exceptional, just cute little thoughts, but they were enough to make your heart flutter. Library dates turned into a regular thing, holding hands, giving each other bear hugs, it all became normal, and you were afraid that you were getting way into the habit with all this because it’d all be gone after a day. Peter would ask Liz to be his homecoming date and you both would go back to being lab partners and everything would be back to normal, but you knew that nothing would remain normal after this.

It would become even harder to not think of him in that way because he did such cute little things. He always winked at you when he teased you, and you would just get flustered.

You were sitting in the library, reading a novel and Peter was sitting beside you, once in a while his hand would touch yours, distracting you every time and you had to go over the same paragraph multiple times. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you were loving it.

He suddenly moved closer to look at the other side of the table, pointing his finger at a book, “Hey, babe, can you pass me that book?”

You nodded, grabbing the book and giving it to him. He lifted his hand up to your cheek and and poked it, “Ouch,” You mocked hurt, “A thank you would’ve been better.” You giggled and he suddenly caught you off guard when he leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek as a ‘thank you.’

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Your cheeks still burned from the sweet kiss that Peter planted there. You realised that it was the first time he had actually kissed you since you started ‘dating’ and the thought made you even more flustered. In the whole three weeks, you had been together, this was the moment he got to show the sign of affection and it made your heart go wild. It was so simple, but it was probably the last sign of affection you would share with him.

Peter, whereas, had managed to walk away from you and into his next class but he didn’t want to. His mind kept wandering in one direction, you. Questions were going off in the back of his head, ‘Should I still ask Liz to homecoming?’, ‘Do I still like Liz?’ He hadn’t thought about her like he used to do in the weeks you had been with him, most of the time he recalled the way you smiled at him when he brought your favourite coffee for you, or the way you giggled when he cracked a lame joke and the way he felt comfortable around you, ‘Of course you like Liz, Peter, what’re you even thinking?! It’s not like (y/n)’s your actual girlfriend.’ he thought. His head hurt, he just wanted this to be over, the mixed feelings were causing him pain, mentally as well as physically, and he just wanted to get rid of it. So he decided what seemed best.

He would tell Liz about his feelings and ask her to be his date to homecoming the next time he saw her.

The next time he saw Liz was when he was walking down the hallway with this huge hall pass in his hand, so he approached her. He stood still for some time as an awkward silence surrounded them before Liz cleared her throat, “You wanna say something, Pete?”

Peter found himself short of words, he didn’t want to ask her directly like that, it seemed rude and perverted. He started, “Um, I’m- I’m really sorry about decathlon.”

Liz smiled at him, “Well, a week ago, the decathlon was the most important thing to me, but then I almost died.” She shrugged. Peter’s eyes grew wide and he gulped.

“T-that’s not what I-”

“I know.” She laughed at the dork, “I’m just really happy that no one got hurt.” There she was, the humblest girl Peter had a huge crush on. The prettiest, smartest, and the most caring girl he had known. He had felt butterflies every time she said or did something like this.

Had. Everything was so different now that he didn’t feel a single thing. His heart didn’t flutter, his stomach didn’t swarm with the infamous butterflies, and a hopeless smile didn’t come onto his face. He tried! Tried to smile at her, tried to see her with the heart eyes, but nothing worked. A weird feeling settled in his stomach. And he realized.

He didn’t like Liz.

He liked you.

Realization dawned upon his face and he coughed uncomfortably just to excuse himself from Liz. He ran through the corridors of the school to find you, but he never did. His mind was rushing, he had this urge to tell you about his feelings. He didn’t have much time left anyway.

Peter Parker liked you. Oh, how he mentally kicked himself for not figuring it out earlier.

He finally found you at your locker, just casually picking out the books for your next class, which was AP Chemistry. He realized that he could’ve easily found you in class and smiled at his stupidity.

“Hey (y/n),” He called out.

You looked at him from your locker and smiled. There it was, the hopeless smile on his face, the flutter of the heart and the butterflies, “What’s up Peter? Did you ask Liz to homecoming?” You asked hesitantly. He frowned at your question but shook his head.

“I’m not going to.” He claimed a little too fast. You looked at him confused wanting him to explain but not wanting to pressurize him into it. He cleared his throat and stuttered out, “(Y/n), c-can we t-talk?”

You stopped walking and nodded at him, “Sure. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He assured and, again finding himself at a loss of words, sighed, “(Y-y/n) will you be my date to homecoming?” He asked fidgeting with the pass that was still in his hands.

You were taken aback at this. Were you dreaming? You must’ve misheard him at least. Peter Parker. The name that caused butterflies to swarm inside your stomach, the very same boy was now standing right in front of you, asking you to be his date to homecoming. It was a dream come true if you put it in your words, but you were contemplating on whether to say ‘yes’ and trust him or not, what if it was still a show? A fake relationship that caused the downfall in your actual acquaintanceship. You looked around the hallway to see any signs of her but you found nothing despite the doe-eyed brunette in front of you.

“...” You couldn’t think of anything to say to him so you just stood dumbfounded staring at him. Could he be kidding? “Why?” You finally asked, feeling your throat dry. He just sighed and looked you in the eyes.

“Because I like you.”

Peter as well as you were surprised at this new-found confidence. You furrowed your eyebrows, still not believing him. You were sure you wanted him to ask you to be his date to homecoming, but it was never on the itinerary, so why would he like you, “Why?” You asked again, the question was playing in the back of your head like a broken record.

“B-because you’re- you’re perfect.” Peter stated returning to his old stuttery self, “(Y/n) I liked Liz before we started pretending to date but then I-I just realized that-”

“No.” you stopped him, harshly pointing your finger at him, “I don’t, I don’t need that speech.” Your voice wavered and you scolded yourself for having no command over it. You were keen on not crying in front of him, “I don’t like you.” You shook your head repeatedly, finally finding your voice firm and the limp in your throat smaller than before. You walked a few steps back before turning on your heel and just left him like that, confused and hurt.

You decided to spend most of your day sulking in the restrooms. Frustrated tears ran down your cheeks, ‘You’re so stupid!’ You told yourself.

It was a week after the incident that you finally met Peter. You had seen him around the halls and during lunch and his eyes were always on you. The brown eyes that once were so bright now appeared dull and had bags under them. Peter looked like he could fall in a deep slumber any moment, but you resisted yourself from looking at him for too long then.

You were in the library for a long time that day, going through your journal, and you lost track of time. You had spent more than enough time so now you were walking fast through the dark lanes of queens when you felt someone’s arm drape around your waist and you were lifted up in the air. You screamed for help but it was worthless. You didn’t even realize when your feet touched the ground and you were on the top of a tall building. You stumbled in the dark, away from your kidnapper, finally giving him a glance, scared of finding something that you didn’t want to, but to your surprise, you found a superhero clad in red and blue. At any other moment, you might’ve been excited to see the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man, but now squinting your eyes, you pointed to him, “What the fuck?!”

He took a step forward, making you take one backward yourself. Seeing his efforts go in vain, Peter sighed, “(Y/n), I just want to talk to you, please!”

You raised your eyebrow at him. His voice sounded way too familiar and you couldn’t help but ask, “H-how do you know my name?” Peter had no other option so he reached up and pulled off his mask, and the moment he did so your eyes grew wider, almost falling backwards over the roof, “Peter? Y-you are- you are Spider-man.” You stated

He nodded and asked, “Can we talk? Please?”

You closed your eyes, sighing deeply in the night air, “I don’t want to talk.” You would’ve walked out, away from him, and he must’ve sensed that as just the next moment a web attached to your upper arm and you were pulled into Peter Parker. You looked into his eyes and sighed, “What do you want to talk about?! You want me to admit that I like you? Okay, I like you! I told myself that we were just colleagues, friends at most, but you- you didn’t want it that way! Peter, are you even sure that your feelings are real, and not fake like everything in this relationship?” You laughed bitterly, seeing the tears in his eyes, and a part of you wanted to go over and wipe them from there.

So you did. You reached over, as your own tears fell on your cheeks, and wiped his cheeks with the pad of your fingers, “I’m sorry I made you do all this. You really didn’t have to.” He sighed, “I didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend because I wanted to make Liz jealous.” He justified. Your eyebrows furrowed, hand still placed on his cheek.

“What?”

He looked at his feet, then looking back up at you, said, “I- May thought that I was depressed. And I knew that she would freak out if I told her the truth about Spider-man, and when she freaks out, I freak out, a-and I didn’t want her to be worried about me. So when she asked me about having a girlfriend, the first name that came to my mind was yours.” By the time he had finished, your face had undergone many expressions. Your eyes softened as he rubbed his neck sheepishly, “And I’m glad it was.”

You sighed softly, moving closer to him, “I’m sorry too.”

You both stood on the rooftop in the night sky, staring at each other under the soft glow of moonlight. Moving closer inch by inch until there was none left. Peter’s lips were soft, moulding into yours and it was better than you had ever felt. Peter smiled softly into the kiss, making you blush softly.

You and Peter finally found your happy ending. For fake’s sake.

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Happy Birthday, jbsaucy!

Happy belated Birthday, @jbsaucy! We hope you had a wonderful day back on the 16th, and that you celebrated in style! To bring your party back around, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

For this year, I am recently divorced and trying to get the nerve up to get out there. So I would like to request a 30/40s Everlark, post divorced meeting

Jbsaucy

Dear Jbsaucy I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I apologize for the lateness, and I hope you had a wonderful day. This prompt BTW was amazing and I had a great time writing it. It was a blast. Thank you to Norbertsmom for Betaing

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Title: OFF THE MARKET

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Divorce sucks. SUCKS.

Getting divorced sucks, being divorced sucked.

But nothing, not the tedious nature of dividing unwanted movies, the fear of root canals, or getting a speeding ticket, compared to dating. Dating, ladies and gentlemen, after being married for ten years sucked royally.

ROYALLY!

After my divorce, my attorney suggested I get a hobby or join a club. I really wasn’t a social person. Not much of a talker, and avoided any and all spotlights. It was this fear of the spotlight that originally brought me in contact to my now ex-husband, Darius.

My best friend Gale pushed me to do one of those karaoke nights. I panicked and ran straight into Darius. He thought I was cute, and I was grateful he went up with me to the karaoke microphone. He sang and I laughed. The rest is history; the marriage only lasted ten years. But I knew we weren’t right for one another, partially because Darius was a very sexual person, for me sex wasn’t important. I got more enjoyment out of getting my teeth cleaned. He found someone who revved his engine and I got the fica and dates.

Yup Dates.

How did that happen you ask?

Well, I’ll tell you I followed my divorce attorney’s suggestion. Preface-OUTSIDE OF A COURTROOM NEVER EVER FOLLOW YOUR DIVORCE ATTORNEY’S ADVICE.

With that warning sign, I digress. Taking a deep breath, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Wait for it... I joined a book club.

It was the only natural course of action. After our divorce I got all of the books. You see one of the things Darius and I loved to do was go to bookstores. We’d buy all of these books with the intention of reading them, and we never did. We had bookshelves filled with books from the 100 Must-Read Classic Books by Penguin. So after my divorce, I sat in my newly minted apartment with a box of wine and all of these books.

I was looking at the boxes, my divorce papers jutting out. Amongst them there was a note - with the name of a book club, the real 451 book club, with an address. I called them the Squad 451 or the Squad. The women were a hodgepodge of personalities; the right blend of sweet and crazy. There is Mags, the motherly type. She has boatloads of grandchildren. Then there is her neighbor Greasy Sae who runs a diner in town. I used to go to her diner as a kid and consume her mystery meat soups. The older woman is bawdy and half of the things she says makes me blush redder than a red bean. Next is Annie, a shy, slightly mad girl who is a librarian. Delly has the personality of the southern bell who wears pink and believes in romance. I’ve known of Delly forever; she and I went to the same high school.

Foxface, has one of those names with multiple consonants and vowels but prefers to go by Foxy or Foxface. She is freakishly smart and sometimes, I think she has blackmarket dealings because she’s so secretive. Then there is Effie, the middle aged, tightly wound woman whose book choices are as repressed as she is, like Jane Eyre. And last, but not least, is my divorce lawyer, yes the very same one who suggested I get a hobby, Johanna Mason who is, well, a sex fiend.

I started meeting up with them, and six months after my divorce, that’s when the ladies conspired against me and set up my profile on one of those dating websites looking for men, for me. I had no idea, and on my birthday, they presented me with their “gift.”

It was the gift you didn’t want, like a pimple on your wedding day or the runs before an important interview, or bad breath before a first kiss.

Greasy said that if I didn’t use my, well, feminine - looks around - petals. That they’ll dry up and turn into ugly petunias. I announced sex wasn’t important, and even friged Effie said a lady needed to literally, figuratively, and metaphorically, occassionally let her hair down.

I said NO.

I demanded.

I scowled.

Nothing helped.

They created a profile based upon themselves, and yet through describing themselves they pegged me. I was nurturing. I had a sexy edge. I was introverted, and yet mysterious. I was smart, honest, loyal and a closet romantic. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll hunt you down, even after I’m dead.

They split me up like a kid of divorced parents being schlepped from one house to the other. They set themselves up in teams and each team got to pick my dates. And everytime we met for a book club meeting, I was to dutifully report on the date. Based upon their success, a second date would be permitted.

It was a simple proposition.

I was naive. A stupid idiot, or as Bugs Bunny say’s, a maroon.

Because I hadn’t really ever been out there.

To be honest, I met Darius right out of high school, at my first college party, and we were married - okay it wasn’t a big wedding. It really wasn’t a wedding at all. It was a spur of the moment, we got drunk and ended up at one of those Elvis chapel impersonators. Annnnd bada-bing.

I never really dated, so I agreed with the book club’s plan, because how hard could dating be?

And thus began my nightmare.

I must state, or emphatically note, not all of my “dates,” were catastrophically bad. To be fair, most of the time I wasn’t interested. Delly said I wasn’t romantically pulled. Johnna said my engine wasn’t revved up. Greasy said if the man didn’t make me want to orgasam with a look, then he wasn’t worth my time. I posed this question to the universe: How in blazing blue inferno does a man make a woman...well you know, with a look? Was that even possible?

A hazy yellow fuzz enters my head and my mind wanders. I conjure up blue eyes and translucent lashes that never tangle.

Sigh.

…. (my brain just short circuited at the thought of large hands)

Earth to Katniss.

Okay sorry, I spaced out for a little bit, and their words spurred me on to continue my journey. And one year after my divorcce I had stories, no I have battle scars. To prove my point, the following are my top three worst dates. In no particular order.

Date Disaster # 1 was with an artsy type at a chique Italian restaurant. He arrived late, and was drunk, high, or both. Then fell asleep on his plate of bolognese. Yup, in his plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. I paid for my half, tucked my tail between my legs and left.

Date Disaster #2 was with a small man with glasses and a massive intellect who didn’t stop talking about flamingos. FLAMING PINK FLAMINGOS. My brain shut down. I didn’t hear the music in the jazz themed restaurant. I didn’t even taste the heat in the gumbo. The only factoid I remembered when we said goodnight was that flamingos were gray when they were born. I couldn’t even tell you how they became pink. The man was the human form of anesthesia for my soul.

Date Disaster #3 was a nice man. We laughed. And everything was going well. We ordered drinks, a cranberry and soda for me, the bartender special for him while we waited for our table. Turns out he has a milk allergy and the bartender special had milk. When we sat down at the table and we were talking about our hobbies, his stomach began to grumble loudly. He became pasty and then as the waiter brought out our appetizers, he threw up all over the place. It was a good thing that throwing up didn't bother me, but it bothered our waiter who gagged. Needless to say, I burned the outfit I was wearing.

Those were the top three...but there were more, just simmering to become the top one. And for a time I thought I wasn’t made to date. But the ladies had faith and they were really trying to choose nice, interesting guys. However, nothing, nothing that I could ever imagine could top my latest date.

I’m rushing along the sidewalk. I don’t want to be late, but at the same time, I don’t want to tell them how much of a calamity my latest date was, but to be completely honest, I don’t want to miss it. Tonight is also the night the group meets at Mellark’s. The friendly cafe style bakery with its rich and yummy pastries, both savory and sweet. It is my favorite place to meet. Squad 451 meets twice a month in different locations, including one of the two meeting rooms in the library, one of the community rooms in the Justice Building, and on our birthdays, we meet in a restaurant, but the bakery on Main Street is our favorite location. The Mellarks owned several locations. The flagship store was always managed by one of the original family members.

If George Senior, or the middle son Ryan Mellark is at the helm of the bakery, they allow us to cavort in the shop until close. When his older brother George Junior or their Mother Muriel was in charge, we tended to be quiet, relegating our conversations to the books. When Peeta is in charge, there are free cheese buns and chaos.

Please, stomach gods, let Peeta be there. I skipped lunch today because I had a deadline. I also forgot my wallet at home. Thankfully, my license was at the bottom of my backpack. I need food before my stomach eats itself. I am starving when I walk into the bakery. When I see Peeta, I stop. His blue eyes meet mine and my stomach flip flops. He gives me a slow sweet smile, before his eyes slide back to the customer who is ordering.

“Katniss,” Delly squeaks, waving frantically.

Somehow, my feet carry me over to the table and there is a plate of cheese buns and I thank every celestial being in the universe. His buns are heavenly. Sitting down, I take a napkin and snatch one. My mouth waters and my lashes close as I bring the cheese bun to my mouth. The smell of melted cheese, fresh bread, and the hint of dill, assuage my nose, before I bite into one of Peeta’s coveted flaky concoctions. The combination of the oozing cheese, the herbs and the buttery bread elicit a moan from deep within my being. These freaking cheese buns will be the death of me.

“Wow.” Peeta’s voice causes my lashes to fly open.

Peeta is standing near me with a cup of tea; his face and neck splotchy and red.

My mouth is full of delicious food, but I forgot how to chew.

Delly is looking between us. Her pale blue eyes quizzical, like when she’s trying to understand a concept or theme in a book.

“Okay, bitches,” Johanna says, slamming her brief down. “Where’s the rest of the motley crew?”

“Mags and Greasy just arrived,” Delly answers absentmindedly.

“Hey, Peeta, I need a strong black coffee.”

“Sure,” Peeta says, all the while staring at me. I finally remember to chew. “Here Katniss, your tea.”

Taking the paper cup, I can’t help feeling bashful. “Thank you.”

“Peet,” the girl behind the counter calls.

Whenever Peeta is here, the business is brisk. He is charming. He was always charming, even back in high school he was the most popular guy, not only because of his looks, but because he was genuinely nice. I, like all of the other girls, had a mini crush on him.

Looking over his shoulder he says, “I’ll be right back with your coffee, Jo.”

Now Jo is looking between him and me, but hers is a wicked grin, like right before she nails a sleazebag who doesn’t want to pay for his children. I quirk an eyebrow, clueless as to what has Johanna showing off her predatory gleam.

“Oh, it’s chilly outside,” Mags says.

“It’s colder than Rudolph’s balls outside,” Greasy says, her gruff voice is booming. Several patrons look at her. Greasy does not care. She’s well past her sixties and it’s her motto that she should live each day as if it was her last.

In walks Effie, Annie, and Foxface, and they all say, “Hello,” in unison.

The book of the month is actually a YA fiction called, The Fault in Our Stars, about teens with a terminal illness. I cried when Gus...I tear up once more...at the memory. But I know we aren’t going to discuss Hazel’s predicament with her parents.

“So,” Delly says, bouncing in her chair.

I can’t help but grimace.

“How did it go?” Foxface says. She has an accent, but I can’t place it.

“He looked like he belonged on one of those erotic books Johanna loves to read,” Greasy says, grabbing a cheese bun.

She’s not wrong. Gloss was a blond adonis, with slate blue eyes. And abs that have a flipping twelve pack, I ought to know, I counted them. The words are out of my mouth before I am aware of what I am saying. “He really does with a twelve pack,” I say drinking my tea.

“Did you say twelve pack?” Johanna sat up.

My eyes widen.

“Wait, why are you blushing Katniss?” Foxface narrows her eyes.

“Did you and he…” Annie trails off. Her doe eyes are wide.

“Did you have your first sleepover?” Effie leaned in.

“Or did you dry hump him like a horny-toad dog?” Greasy’s voice bounces in the bakery.

Peeta’s pauses , wiping down the counter and looks directly at me.

“NO!” My voice sounds half strangled.

Jo and Delly exchange a look. “Peeta,” Delly calls him over.

Oh, no, no, no, I say to myself, eyeing how quickly I can get from the back corner to the exit. It is one thing to tell the squad, it is another to have Peeta know. I think I can sprint around the chairs and clear the table near the door like an olympic hurdle jumper.

Peet walks over. “Hey Dells, can I get you ladies anything?”

“Katniss was going to regale us with her latest date,” Delly says.

“She’s going to tell us how she knows her date has Thor’s body.”

“You’re dating?” Peeta asks, looking at me intently.

He doesn’t know I am dating or rather, being raked through hot coals.

“Oh,” Foxface chortles. “She’s dating.”

“Remember the guy who was texting with his mother during the entire date,” Effie said.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Mags saids grinning.

“Only the part when he had Katniss talk to her, and it turned out she was psychoanalyzing her to make sure she wasn’t an ax murderer,” Annie said laughing.

“Or what about the guy who kept on mentioning his ex and cried through the crème brûlée,” Greasy slaps her knee, laughing.

I can’t help but laugh.

“Man, those are pretty bad,” Peeta says.

I hold up my finger. “No, those are tame.”

“Tame?” His blue eyes are sparkling. “You mean there are worse dates?”

Delly snorts. “Oh there are worse. I am so glad I am out of the dating pool.”

“Yeah, Gale just loves you,” Annie sighs.

Delly and Gale met when I joined the book club. And while I floundered, they fell in love and now Delly was pregnant.

My eyes shift to Annie. “It’s so much easier when you fall in love.”

“Oh?” I say.

“I met someone,” Annie says softly. “He wants to meet all of us.”

I wonder what type of guy would date quiet, shy, introverted Annie who sometimes says things that remind me of that song from those Freddy movies from the 80’s. I shake my head. Then I narrow my eyes. “Bring him to the next session,” I hear myself say. I want to meet this man, and make sure he will take care of my friend.

“Really.” Annie clasps her hands.

I nod, but I notice Peeta is looking at me with this strange gleam in his eyes. “Ah...yeah.” My voice sounds breathy. I frown, wondering why the heck I sound like one of those girls. You know the ones that always appear in the music videos washing cars and dancing on super yachts. Darius was fascinated by those girls, heck, his new girlfriend looks like one of those girls.

The women are chatting with Annie about the new guy in her life.

“We'll discuss Annie’s beau later,” Mags holds her hand in the air. “I want to hear about Katniss’ date.” Her white hair spills over her shoulder as she fixes me with a look. “So tell us, how do you know Thor has a twelve pack?”

Somehow or another I knew the scrutiny on Annie would be short lived. My time to shine would come, but when I open my mouth to speak I can see a conspiratorial glance between Mags and Annie. And it hits me that they chose this man, because he looked like Thor. I scowl at the women who set me up on this one. Mags and Annie both have a pink tinge to their faces. I would have expected this from Jo or Greasy, but Mags and Annie, well it’s INCONCEIVABLE!

I begin to speak. “He asked me to meet him at the edge of town, near route twelve.”

“Isn't that where Ripper’s place is?” Effie questioned, and she couldn’t hide her revulsion.

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘P’, thinking of the bar that disguised itself as an eatery. It was a seedy diner with cracked linoleum floors, yellowing formica, booths that had patches, blinking lights, and rickety chairs.

“That’s where he asked you to meet him?” Mag’s sounds outraged. “That place is…is-”

“- a bedhaven for unsavory characters,” Foxface finishes.

“You're brainless,” Jo mutters darkly. "Ripper's isn't the type of place you can go to Katniss. You should have called me."

As protective as I am about my friends, so is Jo. She's tough on the outside but has a really soft center. It's what makes her a perfect shark in the courtroom. Not that Darius was a jerk during our divorce. He actually wasn't. Johanna was present at the restaurant where he announced he wanted a divorce. Johanna later said it was my face, the vulnerability I tried to hide was why she took my divorce pro-bono.

“I drove and brought my bottle of mace.” I know what everyone was thinking. The area in town where Ripper’s is located at, made the bad side of town look like a tourist destination. I didn't mind meeting my date there. I was looking forward to a basket of fries. Ripper's had amazing beer-battered fries.

I've been to Ripper's once. I was with Gale and Thom who needed to score fake IDs. I ordered the fries, since I wasn't there for an ill gotten identification. But let me tell you, those fries. Oh! Holy mother of fries, no other fries can compare.

Shivers!

I love food; it's why I'm a food critic now. What's so funny is that it was those fries that began my career as Buttercup, the elusive food critic. Back then I was Buttercup, the fussy eater. I blogged about them, no, I lavished them with love. I love my job. I can go into any restaurant, order anything on the menu, blog about it and get paid handsomely. And, most importantly, I can do it anonymously. Not even Darius knew I was Buttercup. He thought I was a boring housewife. Getting back to the fries, I wasn’t deterred from getting my fries.

“So then what happened?” Annie asked.

“He was there waiting for me. He stood up and smiled. And he's massive-"

"Just like a book cover," Foxface mutters.

"He said his name wasn't Anthony, it’s Gloss.”

“Gloss?” Everyone said at the same time.

“Yup.” I sighed. “It was a sign. I should've left." Damn those fries!

“So Gloss…" Peeta's sparkling eyes are on mine, his are an amazing hue of blue, like the indigo milk cap mushrooms. "Looks like Thor." He frowns. "Thor with the long hair or short?"

"Long." The women around me answered as one.

Peeta turned those gorgeous eyes back to me.

Thor isn’t my cup of tea. I shrugged to show my indifference. "Gloss was sporting the Ragnarok look, short hair with facial hair."

I swear I watch Peeta mouth, "short hair."

"Anyway, we sat at a booth. It was packed, actually." That should've been clue number two. Men at a joint like Ripper's at 8:30 on a Friday night, it was by the highway, plausible. But packed with just as many women. "The waitress who took our drink order could barely hear me."

"Was he nice?" Annie asks.

"He was sweet." Truthfully Gloss was a sweet guy. He talked about his mother in a positive way, even if she gave him the name that was another descriptor for shiny objects. "He was attentive too. He told me his mother worked in the makeup industry. "

"That doesn't sound too awful," Delly says.

"He sounds delightful." Mags pushes her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose. The gang is getting tired of the story and I hope they will move on to the reason we are gathered, discussing the book we were reading. I begin to reach into my backpack because I really hate purses.

"If he's so delightful, why did he ask you to meet him at Ripper's?" Johanna says in her cross examination voice.

I wince as I take out my book.

"Yes, you must explain." Foxface demands.

"It's not nice to leave us dangling." Effie levels a look at me that has me squirming, feeling like I was being summoned into the principal's office.

"I wanna know how you know Gloss has a twelve pack," Greasy says.

Peeta looks at me expectantly.

Anndddd were back. I sigh. Will he run for the hills when I tell him? Most likely.

"We were talking about dancing.” My voice loses all it’s warmth. “I don't dance."

This causes a rumble of laughter and giggles amongst the women. Peeta looks confused. Finally Delly wipes the tears from her face and gasps, “You should never dance. Ever!”

"That poor man’s toes,” Mags says, her shoulders shaking.

“Do I need to know?” Peeta looks between them.

“I don’t dance!” I growl. The group erupts into another bout of laughter.

“It was a scheme, a dirty underhanded scheme,” Effie says.

The guy I was supposed to date was a dance instructor. He used the dating app as a way to drum up business. When the women meet him, he pairs them with guys who were there for a lesson. He paired me with a poor man named Harry. My nerves got the better of me, because I don’t like to be touched. Harry’s hands were sweaty. Harry tried to dip me as per my date’s instructions. I tripped, and in the process his toes were crushed, and I ended up with a sprained ankle.

When I arrived in crutches to the next book club, well, that was one of those dates that simmers at the surface vying to be in the top three.

“Gloss didn’t believe me. He said anyone can dance. I told him no, and explained that there are people who are predisposed to fly in airplanes, and some who get motion sickness in a car. “

“What happened next?” Foxface asks, moving to the edge of her chair.

“He went to the jukebox.”

“Oh no,” Johanna mutters. “Did he end up in the hospital?”

“Is that how you know he’s got a twelve pack?” Greasy questions. The ladies, and Peeta are all staring at me.

I shake my head. Why couldn’t there be a rush of customers right now? It is calm and I know the odds are against me.

“Spill it!” Johanna demands.

“Well, he queued up a song and waited a beat, and then Lenny’s Kravits’ American Woman started blaring. Gloss started sauntering and spun and did the splits on the floor. Next thing I know, the women in the place go nuts. They surround him, like a rabid pack of wild dogs.”

“Wait, what!” Delly exclaims her pale eyes bright, she grips the book in her hand.

“That doesn’t happen,” Peeta says.

“It does to her,” Foxface said, her eyes shining with ferocity, like the eyes of those women at Rippers.

“Shut it blondie,” Johanna orders.

“Yeah,” Annie says.

Taking a deep breath I continue. “He started dancing...hips…” my brain flashing to his hips gyrating. “...jutting out and…”

“Ohhhhh yeah,” Greasy cackles.

“Gyrating, his hips gyrating,” Foxface gasps.

With eyes closed I nod. “His hips were doing that all over the place. He then jumped on the table and proceeded to rip off his shirt. He shouted my name and told me his next move was his favorite. He spun onto his knees and slid up in my face before dropping his drawers.” I lower my eyes.

“What,” Delly squeaked. “His pants?”

“It’s like Magic Mike,” Mags whispers.

I know the movie Mag’s is referring to. I’ve never seen it. “Yes.”

“Was he naked-” Foxface began.

“-or was he wearing-” Annie cut Foxface off only to be cut off herself.

“A G-String!” Greasy shouted excited.

I shook my head no. He wasn’t wearing anything, I can feel the heat burning my ears.

“Well don’t stop! What happened next!” Even Effie has lost her sense of propriety.

“As I looked for an escape. It’s then I noticed the poster on the wall, for the Slag Heap.” I pause and sigh, “Men’s Magic Friday Night Extravaganza, and Gloss was the headliner. I realized he’s a stripper.”

And the place erupts in laughter.

“What did you do?” Peeta asks.

My eyes connect with his.

“I slunk down to the floor and crawled my way out...drove to the hospital and made my sister administer a tetanus shot.”

“Can I have his number?” Johanna says laughing but her eyes are dead serious.

Peeta is smiling at me and I grab a cheese bun because they are as delicious as the man staring at me.

Eventually we do get to the book, and it’s a pretty good discussion. Peeta let us stay until closing. Mags and Greasy are the last of the ladies to leave. It’s just me and Peeta since he let the staff go home. I’m loitering because I feel like I need to explain to Peeta why I let the ladies talk me into dating.

I’m putting up the chairs on the tables when Peeta comes out.

“You’re still here?”

“Yeah.” I look down at my feet.

“Katniss.”

“Peeta.” We both say at the same time, followed by a nervous chuckle.

“You first,” Peeta insists, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Dating wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn't?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shake my head.

“So what happened?”

“The ladies, they got me a year long subscription for my birthday, and knowing I wouldn’t go through with it, they choose who I date...until I find someone,” I can feel the heat rising from my neck and reaching my cheeks, “I like.”

“Really?”

I nod, incapable of speaking. I cannot stop watching the way he blinks, those darned translucent lashes that never tangle.

“Dating is pretty brutal.”

“Yeah,” I snort because dating is horrible.

“My family is constantly setting me up. I went out with a girl who sang through the entire meal. She chose the pasta and sang On Top of Spaghetti.”

“What?” I laugh.

“That was my dad’s doing. My mom’s choice was a lot scarier. She made me do an obstacle course and made me do it three times until I beat the time she wanted me to reach.”

“Wow.”

“I was dressed in dress slacks, a nice shirt, and a tie.” He deadpans, “I even had on dress shoes.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs.

I couldn't help but smile.

“Dating sucks until you find someone who makes you laugh, someone who makes dancing easy.”

He approaches or maybe it’s my own feet that carry me to him. But it doesn’t matter because when his arm slides along my waist, and the other cradles my hand, I have no fears. There is something familiar with him as I dance with him. A slow shuffle, that has the room spinning but none of it matters because I feel at home.

“Will you dance with me Katniss?” His voice rumbles in my ear and my heart is pounding in my chest.

His scent is a warm heady mixture of spices, dill, vanilla, and cinnamon.

“Would you go out with me Katniss?”

“Yes,” I answer, and just like that my dating profile goes up in flames. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially off the market.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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Not Nineteen Forever (21) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: omg i’m emotional. guys, welcome to the last chapter of n19f. this fic has been the absolute best fun to write and i truly love these girls and the journey they’ve been on so much. big big huge thanks and love to every single person that’s ever left a note, hit reblog or left me lovely anons, DMs, comments or tags, they’ve all meant the absolute world to me and i love u so much. obviously i can’t let things go, so keep an eye out for some form of sequel coming in the next few months or so (patience is a virtue xo). for one last time…….let’s go, lesbians!!!!!!!

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

tw: bit of weed in this one. no zoos, dw xo

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: the girls all went to the beach, Scarlet and Yvie made plans for after uni, and Scarlet got the degree classification she so desperately wanted.

this chapter: it’s Brooke’s graduation day.

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Brooke looked around at the chaos that was their kitchen. The kitchen utensils (which were all Nina’s that she and Yvie had shamelessly used as if they were their own over the 2 years they’d lived together) were wrapped up in bubble wrap and packed neatly into cardboard boxes which sat on top of the dining table. Yvie’s kitchenware- a blue bowl with a chip out of it, a huge white plate, a Tigger mug, and a mismatched fork, knife and spoon- had been inelegantly packed into an orange Sainsbury’s bag and left on the counter. Brooke had already packed up her own belongings and had moved them into a corner of her room so they wouldn’t take up space in the already-tiny kitchen. All their store cupboard food was in the process of being packed up for the foodbank, which was inevitably going to be flooded with the discarded super noodles, tinned soups and flavoured teas of the migrating tenants of student flats.

Yvie let out a snort from her position in front of their food cupboards, and Brooke’s heart gave a twinge at seeing them so empty. Top shelf had been hers: pasta, rice, stock cubes, and emergency maple syrup tin. The middle shelf was Nina’s: loaf of white bread, tins of tuna, ryvita, breadsticks, crisps. And Yvie’s food had occupied the bottom shelf: chocolate digestives, Ainsely Harriott cous cous, peanut butter, and sour patch kids. All gone. Except, Brooke noticed, for a jar of Marmite which had sat on the middle shelf and that Yvie was holding in her hand.

“Whose was the Marmite?” she asked, an amused tone to her voice. Nina shrugged from her position on the sofa.

“I’ve never once eaten Marmite.”

“It’s on your shelf, girl,” Yvie shrugged, her eyebrows questioning. Nina gave another shrug.

“I know. It’s always lived there. I swear to God it just turned up one day and I left it there. Thought it was one of yours because Christ knows you’re both too lazy to put it on your own damn shelves,” Nina reprimanded them both. Brooke laughed.

“You know you’re going to regret being so mean to us when you don’t live with us any more and we’re adults and it takes 9 months to clear our schedules for one singular coffee,” she raised her eyebrows at her flatmate as Nina pouted and let out a groan, held out her arms for a hug which Brooke fell into.

“Don’t! This is already too heartbreaking, I can’t believe we only have two days left here.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually organised with this moving out process.”

“I can’t believe we have a phantom jar of Marmite that nobody’s claiming,” Yvie piped up, peering at the jar with interest. “Brooke, you like this shit, right?”

“Marmite is Satan’s black fecal matter and I’m offended you think I eat it,” she deadpanned, shifting to get comfy in Nina’s lap whilst attempting to be as inconvenient as possible to her friend.

“Get the hell off me. Only my girlfriend is allowed to sit on me for so long that I lose feeling in my legs,” Nina huffed, shoving at Brooke until she relented and sat beside her. It didn’t stop her from putting her cold feet on her bare thigh though, and Nina hissed and jumped away. “I take it all back. I’m not going to miss either of you idiots at all.”

“You’re a crap liar,” Yvie smiled smugly, binning the Marmite and joining the two girls on the sofa, squeezing in between them both. “Awh, guys…it’s the end of an era.”

Brooke suddenly felt tears prick at her eyes out of nowhere. “Shut up. We’ve still got tomorrow and the next day.”

“Yeah, but tomorrow you’re gonna be doing graduation-y shit and then it’s moving day!” Nina protested. Her voice grew small, dropping to a murmur. “It’s kind of like it’s our last day.”

The girls fell silent. Yvie let out a huge puff of air from her lungs. “Don’t tell anyone I said this but I’m gonna miss you girls so fucking much.”

“Awh, Yves. I’ll miss you too,” Nina sighed, burying her face into Yvie’s shoulder and curling her arms around one of Yvie’s. “But this is good! Change is good, even if it’s scary and different. And you’re gonna be living with Scarlet! That’s exciting!”

“How’s the flat hunting going?” Brooke asked Yvie, who had a little smile on her face. Brooke didn’t know if Yvie knew that she always began to smile a little whenever Scarlet was mentioned. She wasn’t going to mention it to her. She would maybe mention it to Scarlet.

“Like I’d rather shit in my hands and clap,” Yvie groaned, running her hands down her face. “It’ll be fine, though. We’ve got a while. Her lease isn’t up until August so we’ve got a few weeks to keep looking and in the meantime I’ll just stay with her in that Dickensian death trap she calls a flat.”

The girls let out a laugh, Brooke resting her head on Yvie’s shoulder too. There was a small silence.

“At least you and Monet are sorted,” Yvie spoke again, Nina nodding in agreement. Buoyed by how well Yvie’s suggestion to Scarlet had been received, Nina had been determined not to fuck up another relationship milestone with Monet and had asked her to move in with her as well. The answer had been an emphatic yes, and the pair of them had used their terrifying teacher-levels of organisation skills to find a cute two-bed flat in a nicer, only slightly more expensive part of the city. They both knew their relationship was still new and fragile, so they’d agreed a room each was a good idea to give them their space when they each needed to work or wanted a bit of time on their own to simply do nothing. Brooke knew the two girls were joined at the hip though so they probably didn’t need that sort of contingency plan, but it was a sensible decision nonetheless.

“I can’t wait to get the keys and just vomit up a bunch of fairy lights and candles in every possible room,” she beamed, excitement radiating out of every pore. “It’s going to be so fun- we’re going to take turns cooking, and build pillow forts, and blast our songs on a Sunday morning and clean the whole place-”

“Fuck. Adulthood’s fully got you. Brooke, quick, if we run we can still save ourselves,” Yvie deadpanned, Nina giving her a whack as Brooke laughed.

“I personally can’t wait to go round and visit at every available opportunity. I’m going to move in,” Brooke smiled, and Nina gave another sad kicked-puppy pout.

“I wish. Canada is so far away,” she sighed, a little knife going through Brooke’s heart at the thought of moving back. She didn’t want to think about it, but it was just inevitable. It was happening, and it was fact. She was going back to Canada. She didn’t really know what she was doing, she hadn’t found herself a flat, and she didn’t have a job to earn money and pay the rent with even if she had, so she was flying home.

She really didn’t want to think about leaving. She didn’t want to think about leaving the city, constantly busy with tourists and families and drunk students and Very Important Working Adults. She didn’t want to think about leaving the park, with the cherry blossom trees that lined every path and fond memories of barbecues and picnics and drinking in the sun with the girls. She didn’t want to think about leaving uni- because as stressful as all hell her degree had been, she’d loved studying fashion design, loved making prototypes, loved learning about something she loved, even though her degree was fuck all use to her trying to get an actual job. She didn’t want to think about leaving the flat: the shower with its drippy head, the hob with the one gas burner that didn’t work, the carpet in her room with the incongruous red faded stain, the fucking Sports Direct mug. The girls that she loved so much her heart felt sore if she thought too much about it: Nina singing obnoxiously early as she got ready for placement, Yvie making the kitchen into a war zone trying new recipes, the ridiculous squabbles they got into about the washing up, pre-pre-drinks where they shared a bottle of pink Gordon’s and splashed mixers into their mismatched glasses and sang along to Ariana Grande at the top of their lungs.

Tears stung at her eyes again, and she swallowed the big lump in her throat to shoo them away. It was too late though, as Nina had seen her glassy eyes and reached over to hug her. Her own voice was thick with tears as she spoke.

“Oh, girls,” she let out a shaky breath, Brooke giving up the fight as she felt her own tears drop down onto her hoodie. ��Change is good…but it’s shit.”

“Fuck you both, I’m not crying,” Yvie said, her breathing all shuddery and letting them both know that was a lie. The girls all sat and held each other as they wept quietly, mourning the death of their student careers and this life they’d lived for three years that they’d all too often taken for granted.

Brooke was the first to dry her tears, giving one decisive sniff and sweeping under both her eyes with determination. “Right. I’m putting a stop to this, we’re not spending our kind-of last night in the flat sitting crying like a bunch of babies. We’re going to order food, get high as St Peter’s balls and watch shitty game shows that make us yell at the TV. Okay?”

She was happy that Yvie and Nina both snorted a weepy laugh and nodded at her. “Okay.”

And the three girls did just what Brooke had suggested. There was, however, bickering about where they should order from. Yvie wanted sushi from the tiny little place tucked away in a back street that did bento boxes with prawn katsu and salmon maki which were like little rice parcels of heaven. Nina wanted Chinese from their favourite takeaway that delivered from out in the suburbs and where, for about fifteen points all in, you could get a banquet of sweet and sour chicken in sticky red sauce, crispy golden salt and chilli chips with huge red jewels of chilli and slices of garlic, chicken fried rice in a rich Cantonese gravy which bound everything together and chow mein with soft spring onion slices and huge chunks of onions all tossed in soy sauce. Brooke’s selection won in the end though as her argument was the strongest- “I might not taste any of this again, Canada is a long fucking journey, okay?!”- so they ordered burritos and chips and salsa from the incredibly-overpriced-but-worth-it burrito bar on campus. They finished the last of the weed that had been wrapped in tin foil and cling film and shoved to the back of the broom cupboard along with the bong, and they made horrifying cocktails from the dregs of their leftover spirits and mixers. The burritos arrived and they stuck Challenge TV on and shouted at the Catchphrase contestants who couldn’t get the most obvious fucking catchphrases Brooke had ever seen in her life.

The evening was perfect.

They talked about Brooke’s graduation tomorrow, Nina and Yvie both saying how proud they were of her. Brooke was glad she had the girls, since her Mum’s flight over to see her graduate had been cancelled because of freak winds back in Canada. Brooke had already cried to her over facetime about it, but Yvie had managed to find the link to the livestream that was only meant to be shown on campus, and she’d sent Brooke’s Mum the link so Brooke knew she would be watching even if she couldn’t properly be there. As soon as they’d heard the news, the girls had all agreed on the group chat to set up camp in the union and watch the livestream (as Brooke and Plastique would be graduating at the same ceremony) and then take photos with them both afterwards outside the great hall as if they were a gaggle of proud Mums. Even though it wouldn’t be what she’d planned, Brooke was still looking forward to it.

It was around midnight before Brooke took herself off to bed, and just as she got cosy underneath the duvet her phone lit up with a notification. She couldn’t help the smile that involuntarily shot to her face when she realised it was Vanessa.

V: hey what’s ya fav Kanye West album mine is GRADUATION!!!!!!! How you feelin about tomorrow boo? xxxxxx

Brooke let out a laugh, muffling it too late with her hand when it came out louder than expected. Christ, she loved the girl so much.

B: Kanye West is a misogynist pig and i won’t stand for him xxxxxx

B: Stronger is a bop though xxxxxx

V: You got that one right xxxxxx

B: And I’m good! Big jumble of feelings. Big happy/sad vibes xxxxxx

V: I know it’s bittersweet af xxxxxx

V: Me n Scar just held each other and cried once the ceremony was over xxxxxx

Vanessa and Scarlet had graduated last week, as had their other friends. Brooke and Plastique’s graduation date was the latest and so they were graduating last. She didn’t mind that, though. The longer she could stay being a student the better.

B: Lol we just had a big cry as a full flat xxxxxx

V: Don’t lmao idk what we gonna be like when our lease is up xxxxxx

Brooke scrolled up and looked at all the texts they’d exchanged from the past two months, the same signature of six kisses at the end of them all. They hadn’t really spoken about where they were relationship-wise since the night in the library. Maybe Vanessa didn’t want to. Maybe it was for the best. Brooke’s heart hurt as she realised she was going to be on the other side of the world in a matter of days, and maybe Vanessa didn’t want to see her ever again. She frowned at her own thoughts before tears had a chance to start welling in her eyes again. It had been good to truly get back to where she’d been before with Vanessa- just texting random garbage, having deep chats about the future, being ever-so-slightly flirty with each other. She thought about confronting the issue head on over text, but it wasn’t the medium through which to have that kind of conversation.

As if Vanessa could read her mind, however, another text came through.

V: When do you fly back again? 20th? xxxxxx

Brooke’s heart felt sore.

B: 12th xxxxxx

V: oh right

Brooke’s pulse froze at the lack of kisses. Her fingers ghosted over her screen, trying to figure out what to type. Vanessa sorted the problem for her.

V: fuck I wish you weren’t leaving xxxxxx

Brooke’s heart swelled up then popped. Was this the time? No. But their time was running out, she knew that much. Maybe she could see her before she left. She’d see her after her graduation anyway.

B: I wish I wasn’t either xxxxxx

B: But you’re coming tomorrow yeah? Xxxxxx

V: Wouldn’t miss it for the world baby xxxxxx

Fuck, she would miss her so much. She’d already told Vanessa how much she meant to her, just how fucking incredible she was in every way, and yet Brooke felt like doing it again.

She didn’t, because it would be too weird. But she wanted to more than anything.

V: You gonna look so beautiful and clever tomorrow I just know it xxxxxx

Brooke smiled to herself, blushing on her own at the compliment. Vanessa seemed to be firing risky texts to her left right and centre, so Brooke took a risk of her own.

B: Not as beautiful as you xxxxxx

She almost threw her phone away once she’d sent it. A reply came back almost instantly.

V: Stop with the lies xxxxxx

She was leaving in two days so she sent another risky one, caution truly pissed into the wind.

B: You’re honestly the most beautiful girl in the world xxxxxx

At that point Brooke put her phone face down on her bedside table and decided to sleep, her heart full of butterflies and her thoughts filled with the ridiculously massive crush she had on the girl she’d been idiotic enough to let go the first time.

When Brooke woke up, her phone was blowing up with messages. The one she checked first was from Vanessa in reply to the one she’d sent last night, and was simply a series of heart eye emojis. The next one she opened was a text from her Mum, paragraphs of pride and love for her daughter that made Brooke want to cry already. The others were all from the chat- Silky, Akeria, Vanessa, Scarlet, Yvie and Nina all spamming it with messages of luck and love for her and Plastique, and promising they’d be watching the screen and waiting outside for them when the ceremony was done.

Brooke got ready in a dream-like haze. She took her smart black tailored dress out of the cupboard where it had been hanging for the past month, the garment more ready for graduating than she was. She showered then dried her hair, curling it and brushing out so it made waves down her back. She put on her makeup- browns and nudes with only the tiniest bit of highlight. When she stepped into her dress and heels and looked at herself in front of the mirror, she hardly recognised herself.

She looked like an adult. A woman with her life stretching out in front of her, ready to be whatever she made of it.

Brooke phoned a taxi- it was raining just a little, even though it was already July- and pulled on a smart black coat when she saw it pull up outside, dashing carefully down the steps of the stairwell and out into the new day.

Graduation wasn’t til 11, but Brooke had arranged to meet up with Plastique beforehand anyway, just so they could be excited together. When Brooke pulled up at the taxi rank outside the square and the huge ceremony hall, she could see Plastique and her Mum there already, standing bickering amongst the growing gaggle of students and families. The sight only hurt Brooke a bit, until she remembered the girls would all be watching, and her Mum would be watching too no matter how far away. It would, after all, be about one and a half hours of waiting for Brooke to walk across the stage, take a scroll and shake a hand, and then it would all be over.

It was scary to think that that was all that was separating her and the adult world.

Trying not to get too deep and to instead just enjoy the day, Brooke excitedly paid the driver and dashed out of the taxi, Plastique spotting her running towards her and giving an excited squeal. She opened her arms out for a hug which Brooke crashed into.

“Bitch! How are you!” Plastique cried, Brooke only squeezing her tightly in response. “I’m so excited! And sad. And excited! And emotional.”

“Yeah, I can tell!” Brooke teased, Plastique laughing as she stepped out of the hug and gestured to her Mum, dressed very glamorously in a blue dress, blue heels and a pink fascinator. The occasion didn’t really call for it but Plastique’s Mum was always one to embrace the potential glamour in every situation, and so she had gone all out.

“You’ve met my Mum, right?” Plastique smiled. Brooke nodded and waved her a hello. She’d met her once at their second year showcase, the woman keeping her in stitches with her hilarious stories.

“I have! Nice to see you again, Alyssa.”

Alyssa, throwing formalities out of the window, instead pulled Brooke into a crushing hug. “And you too, my angel! Awh, Lord, ‘Tique told me all about your Mama’s flight. My heart is absolutely breakin’ for you, honey. I would’ve sent a plane over for her but nobody’s flying out of there come hell or high water.”

Brooke suppressed a laugh, finding it unbelievable that “I’ll just get her a plane” was on Alyssa’s list of options. “It’s okay Alyssa. Thank you, though. She’s going to watch the live stream, Yvie hooked her up with a link.”

“Well I’ll be your Mama just for today, girl. I am so proud of you both!” Alyssa cried, putting both her hands on Plastique’s shoulders and sighing. “Look at my intelligent daughter, out here gettin’ degrees and lookin’ so beautiful at the same time.”

Plastique smiled at her Mum lovingly, the two of them sharing one last hug before she and Brooke took themselves off to pick up their robes. It was surreal actually wearing the gown, all billowing and black, and helping each other fix their hoods, light blue with fringes of pink. They went to get their graduation photos taken, Brooke surprised that they were given a prop degree to hold as she’d always thought it was her actual degree she’d be holding. She laughed as Plastique moaned to her about not being able to see the photo until it got mailed to her, and the fact that her Mum ordered about twenty four copies so even if it was horrible she wouldn’t ever be able to escape it. Alyssa texted Plastique to tell her she’d gone into the hall to get a good seat, so her and Brooke decided to just go and sit ready anyway. They had to say goodbye to each other briefly until the end of the ceremony, as everyone had to sit in alphabetical order. As she waited for the ceremony to begin, Brooke scanned the huge crowds all seated in the hall’s three tiered levels. Her eyes fell on each empty seat and her heart broke a little more each time she saw one.

Nobody she truly loved would see her graduate in person. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t absolutely gutted. But at least she had Plastique, and of course, Alyssa.

Before she knew it, the ceremony had begun. She tried to pay attention to the Dean’s address and the chamber choir singing in Latin but she couldn’t help feeling like a 16-year-old in her school assembly, bored and just full of anticipation. Eventually, the awards began. Brooke clapped for all the other students crossing the stage, her eyes trained on the way they walked. She swallowed down the panic she felt, banished the thought of tripping over to the back of her mind. It reached Plastique’s turn, and she gave a huge cheer as her friend walked across the stage with all the grace and poise of a supermodel. She could hear Alyssa’s voice shouting from the balcony- “That’s my baby! That’s my girl!”- and, for a moment, she thought she heard the yell of a voice she knew all too well.

No. That was crazy. She must have imagined it.

E in the alphabet turned to F, then G, and eventually, H. Brooke didn’t have many others to sit through, and eventually there was only one girl separating her and her degree. The moment these three years had led up to, finally being lived out.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes.”

She heard her name and smiled as she walked carefully across the stage, shaking the Dean’s hand tightly and collecting her scroll all wrapped up in its little embossed tube. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she walked to the other side, heard the claps, heard the cheers, and heard…

“Love you, Brooke Lynn!”

Stop.

“Go Brooke! Love you, girl!”

It was her. It was actually her. Vanessa’s voice, soaring above the crowd and reaching Brooke like an arrow.

What the fuck was she doing here, at her actual graduation ceremony? As Brooke dismounted the stage she scanned the room like a meerkat, the place far too packed to distinguish Vanessa from any other of the little blobs of people sitting in each row. But she knew it was her. Vanessa had seen her graduate, had seen her collect her degree and had cheered for her.

Brooke didn’t know how she’d managed to get a ticket - they were all reserved for families- but she suddenly couldn’t wait for the ceremony to end.

She didn’t have long to wait, as time flew by and everything was over before it could all sink in. Brooke and Plastique emerged from the hall to the crowds outside and, just as they had promised, the girls all rushed forward to crush them in ridiculously tight hugs, Silky yelling at the top of her lungs how proud she was of them both and Akeria shaking a bottle of five pound cava until the cork opened easily and sprayed the fizz all over the two girls. Brooke clung to Plastique and laughed, unable to stop the smile that was plastered on her face.

“I can’t believe it! You both did it, congratulations!” Scarlet cried cheerfully, Brooke pulling her into another hug.

“Did you see me shaking when I walked across the stage? I thought I was going to trip and fall off the damn thing!” Brooke laughed, the other girls all laughing too.

“You looked like a confident, graceful, successful queen,” Nina told her, Brooke wanting to cry at her friend’s compliment. “And you are all of those things! Fuck, I can’t believe we’ve all graduated now. What the hell are we going to do?!”

“Aw, let’s not think about that,” Akeria shushed her, a proud smile on her face. “Well done, ladies. We’re all proud of you. You did that shit.”

Plastique hugged and thanked them all again before making her excuses, saying she’d be right back, and dashing off to Alyssa. As she left, Yvie took Brooke’s hand and squeezed it.

“So, have you not got some big, teen-movie speech to make, or something?” she quipped. Brooke frowned, looking at her with confusion. The rest of the girls all waited for the penny to drop excitedly, and Brooke saw Akeria’s eyes land on someone just over her shoulder. Brooke turned around and, through the crowd, saw Vanessa waiting beside the hall. Their eyes met, and Brooke could see her try and then fail to suppress the smile on her face. Brooke turned back to the girls, pointing over her shoulder at the girl waiting for her.

“How did…you were all-”

Akeria rolled her eyes, gave her a gentle shove. “Go get your fuckin’ girl, idiot.”

Brooke hardly had to be told twice. She turned around, took two steps, then three, then four, until she realised she was almost jogging over to where Vanessa stood. And suddenly she was in front of her- her hair wavy and falling over her shoulders, her outfit exactly what any graduation guest would be wearing- a smart red dress that accentuated Vanessa’s collarbones and dark eyes and the bright white of the smile she was flashing Brooke’s way.

“Hey,” Brooke began, faltering slightly. She didn’t know where to start, so she chose the obvious. “You were there.”

“Yep!” Vanessa smiled at her proudly.

“How did…how?” Brooke stuttered out, still completely at a loss. Vanessa let out a laugh, charming beyond anything Brooke had heard before.

“I messaged your Mama. Got her number off Yvie after she sent her the link for the livestream. Basically said “hey Ms Hytes…can I grab your ticket and see your daughter graduate so I can surprise her”?” Vanessa grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Brooke couldn’t believe it. Her own Mum had been in on the whole thing and hadn’t let on. She was going to kill the woman the moment she touched down in Toronto.

“Oh my God. You’re amazing,” Brooke gasped, taking a little step forward so they were closer. She felt like crying. Vanessa was here, in front of her for what was maybe the last time. She had to do something. She couldn’t lose her. Not again.

“Amazing, huh?” Vanessa asked shyly, looking to the ground. They both knew the question meant so much more than simply what it was, and Brooke, without knowing where her confidence had emerged from, took both of Vanessa’s hands in hers. Vanessa’s gaze shot up, and their eyes met.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, please.”

Without waiting a second longer, Brooke tipped her head down and met Vanessa’s lips. It was somehow just like the first time, even though in many ways it wasn’t at all. This time, Brooke knew every single inch of Vanessa’s body, she knew her ambitions, her fears, she knew what it was like to have almost lost her and be lucky enough to have her come back again. But most of all, Brooke knew that she was in love with her, so fucking in love with her, this one of a kind girl who she was desperate to keep in her life no matter if Vanessa chose her to be hers or not. Their kiss was gentle and urgent and passionate all at once, and Brooke wanted to hold onto the moment forever. When Vanessa’s lips were gone and Brooke was all at once looking at her again, she had tears in her eyes.

“Hey, hey, ‘Ness. Come on, this isn’t…don’t be upset.”

“I am, though! I’m an idiot. These past two months we could’ve been kissing like that and going on cute dates and planning the future and having fuckin’ insane levels of sex but I left you hanging like boo boo the fuckin’ fool when I knew what my decision was the moment we had that conversation in the library, because it’s you, Brooke, fuck, it’s always been you. I love you so much,” Vanessa sniffed, frantically wiping her tears away as Brooke pulled her against her chest. Vanessa’s voice murmured against her, the most hopeful, plaintive question. “Do you still love me?”

“Fuck, Vanessa, of course I love you. You’re just…the person I was meant to meet, you’re the person I’m meant to have in my life. I love you so much.”

Brooke felt like an idiot as tears began to well up in her own eyes. She looked down at Vanessa and she looked back up at her.

“You’re leaving,” Vanessa let out a tiny sob, her forehead hitting Brooke’s chest again.

“I’ll come back,” Brooke said immediately, meaning it. “Honestly, I will. I’ll book my flights as soon as I’m home. I’ll look for flats and jobs and we can start again. We’ll make it work. I want to be with you.”

Vanessa looked up at her, her happy, grateful smile at Brooke’s words all she needed. She let out a tearful laugh. “Brooke Lynn, will you be my girlfriend?”

Brooke laughed too, taking her both her hands and squeezing them. “Hey, fuck you, I wanted to ask first!”

They both laughed then leaned in for another kiss. Brooke didn’t need to answer. Vanessa hadn’t needed to ask.

As they broke away and wrapped their arms around each other, Brooke felt the tears spring up in her eyes as she looked over at the girls. There was Akeria, making some quip about something, and Silky howling at whatever it was she’d said. Monet had joined them all and was swigging the cava out of the bottle, an arm around Nina who was looking at her with adoration. Scarlet and Yvie were telling them both a story, their hands intertwined and their bodies close. Plastique had dragged her Mum over to meet them all and her face was animated as she spoke to her, so full of happiness and excitement.

“Fuck, Vanessa, I can’t believe it’s all over,” Brooke let out a small sob. Vanessa reached up, swept her tears away with a gentle finger.

“Hey. Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

Brooke smiled down at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. There was nobody she’d rather have spent the past three years with.

“You wanna go steal that cava back from Monet?”

Brooke giggled and nodded. Joining their hands together and giving them a little squeeze, they walked back over to be with their family.

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Wish Granted- n.jm

info: na jaemin x reader, wish granter/guardian angel au + college au

wc: 4.9k

warnings: slight angst, 2? curse words

When you were younger you used to love star gazing-on any clear night you would always rush outside, laying out a blanket and staring at the expanse of the illuminated nighttime sky. It was one of your favorite things, favorite memories, yet you haven’t star gazed in years. The night sky had been confined to the hazy blur of your distant childhood memories.

Now, sitting near the common area of your college campus, you feel silly and childish. Yet something compelled you to stay, glancing up at the black sky. It’s past midnight and you’re completely alone with your thoughts. You know you probably should go back to your dorm- yet you make no move to leave.

You haven’t been alone for a while, school and organizations had taken up all your time. You rarely have time to relax or hang out with your roommate or friends, always opting to catch up on school work or rest. Your workload and tiredness overwhelmed you. You’re already dreading the walk back to your dorm and the work that awaits you.

You suddenly are struck with a startling realization: you just weren’t happy. You hadn’t felt satisfied in anything you did, like you were going through the motions, barely registering each day. Life was passing you by and it becomes very clear to you as you sigh into the dark night- something had to change.

The air is fresh and clear and it feels nice to breathe in and out slowly. You stay sitting and try to forget your responsibilities, feeling the slightly damp itchy grass beneath you. The fresh scent of an earlier rain shower fills your senses and leaves you feeling strangely calm.

You look towards the sky, desperately searching for answers it couldn’t give you. You feel your eyes slowly begin to close until you see a star quickly passes through the sky, a brief flash in the black night. You blink a few times, wondering if you had imagined it- knowing how tired you were. You’ve never seen a shooting star before, but know the old saying “make a wish upon a star.”

It wouldn’t hurt anything, so you shut your eyes tightly and concentrate. Your wish is simple and you know your childhood self wouldn’t understand the seemingly simplistic wish. You wish to be happy.

2 weeks later you meet Na Jaemin.

You meet Jaemin during the second month of classes. He was a new transfer student and you, as part of the student ambassador club, showed him around campus and introduced him to his professors.

The sun shines brightly on the two of you as you walk outside, navigating the campus. You walk slightly behind him, which he quickly notices and slows down to walk exactly beside you. Jaemin has dyed bright blonde hair that’s eye catching against his healthy tan skin and pink lips-that easily break into a genuine and wide smile. His welcoming appearance and obvious handsomeness attracts a lot of attention on campus and you shy away from the glances you both receive walking around the crowded common area.

You’ve shown around plenty of new or potential students but none of them were as talkative and kind as Jaemin was. He asks more about you than the actual school and asks about your major, favorite classes, and your opinion on the best place to get food on campus.

“What about your major?” you ask, attempting to change the topic of conversation away from you.

Jaemin hesitates for the first time during your conversation. “Uh-“ he smiles sheepishly, hand twisting itself around. “I haven’t really decided,” he admits. You nod, knowing the stress of deciding majors and change the subject again, telling him more about the café you liked and their great boba tea.

“Maybe we can go there sometime,” he suggests casually, looking around the expansive lecture hall you were in. Your eyes widen- you had never been casually asked out like that before.

“Yeah, I mean sure,” you stumble over your words.

“What about Thursday?” Jaemin suggests, smiling as he grabs a flyer for the photography club as you wait for him to walk out.

“Uh, I don’t think I can, sorry.” You say slowly, internally face palming yourself for failing to come up with a better excuse. Jaemin’s eyebrows furrow and for a split second his face contorts in disappoint until he quickly smiles and nods. “No, yeah I get it, some other time though?”

“Yeah, yeah definitely,” you say as you both fall silent, and you cringe at the silence that falls over the two of you.

Why didn’t you just say yes?

Would getting lunch with the attractive and nice new student be such a bad thing? You don’t understand why you couldn’t let yourself say yes. You go back in forth with yourself, wishing you would have just accepted his invitation. Jaemin was new and needed friends. You almost want to tell him you actually can, but you don’t. You let Jaemin follow you out of the lecture hall and take him to the main eating hall next.

Jaemin’s first day of classes is long, stressful, and intimidating. He knows no one but is extremely grateful when he spots your familiar face among a sea of people, all heading to different classes. He starts to make his way towards you, until you turn- recognizing him and starting quickly towards him, calling out his name. “Hey,” you say, slightly out of breath from running to catch up with him.

“Hey Y/N!” Jaemin says brightly, fingers looped in the sides of his backpack. You stare at him as he looks back expectantly. You realize you’re the one who approached him rather suddenly and quickly ask, “You want to get lunch this Saturday? I realized I have time then.”

“Yeah, yeah, I really would.” He says, breaking out into a wide smile. You nod, “great,” you say, “awesome.” Jaemin nods too, lip bit slightly. You stay like this unable to think of anything else to say- even though there was plenty.

“Um, could you show me how to get to psychology?” Jaemin interrupts your thoughts and you raise your eyebrows, processing his words, feeling your face heat up, “oh yeah, sure.”

“You came,” Jaemin smiles brightly, ushering you to the table he chose for the two of you. It’s tucked near the back of the restaurant, with a tiny flower in a pink vase in the middle of the table. “Of course,” you take the seat across from him.

Jaemin tells the story of how his roommate- Donghyuck, locked himself out of their room last night. You laugh loudly at his natural funniness as he stares at you appreciatively, “I like seeing you laugh,” he admits randomly.

Your eyes widen and you look back at him obviously confused at his abrupt confession. Jaemin’s cheeks flush a bright pink, “I mean like- your laugh is really cute.”

“Thanks,” you find staring at your food easier than looking at Jaemin until you look up, “Yours is too.”

“Thank you!” He says proudly, shifting in his seat, beaming back at you.

This starts the beginning of your friendship with Jaemin- and your weekly cafe dates every Saturday. You assumed as Jaemin met more people around campus, he would slowly drift away from you-but he didn’t. Jaemin still texted you often- endearingly with too many emojis and exclamation points, to meet for lunch or to ask to do homework in the library together.

Jaemin’s enthusiasm and kindness was contagious, he always smiled at everyone, brightly greeting anyone he recognized. He found joy in so many mundane things- like the scented highlighters you purchased or the oversized plushie he impulsively bought, texting you pictures of for 2 days straight.

Now as you lay under a large oak tree, shaded from the bright sun, you move the homework you were working on off of your lap and turn to the boy beside you. Jaemin works on his assignment but has a hard time focusing while you’re right beside him. He looks down at you, smiling fondly, “tired?” He asks, shifting to accommodate you as you slump closer to the ground.

“Yes,” you say softly, changing your mind and reaching for your binder. Jaemin stops you and his hand meets yours and intertwines to pull you gently towards him. “It’s okay to be tired,” he says, patting his shoulder, encouraging you to lean on him. “Take a break.”

You shut your eyes and let yourself sigh into his form. The material of his denim jacket rubs against your cheek and you feel the warmth of the sun and Jaemin’s body surround you. You’re struck with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, content and relaxed.

“Thanks Jaems,” you say quietly into his shoulder. He reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your hair softly, “of course.” He whispers back and turns to his own homework. He feels himself become increasingly less interested in his homework and more focused on the cute nickname you used and your steady breathing.

You look at your still intertwined hands, focusing on your closeness. You break your hand away and let it rest against your side. The busy campus feels calm when you’re with Jaemin. It felt like it was just you, him, and his affection.

Your other friends constantly reminded you of and pointed out Jaemin’s kind actions as signs of something more, of obvious attraction and affection. But you always denied it, Jaemin loved affection and to you it was obviously platonic. That was just who Jaemin was, and you were okay with being just friends. You never let yourself think of him as more than a friend because you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

You would never quite understand why he chose to befriend you and worked so hard to be kind to you, but nonetheless, Jaemin was a great friend and you were lucky to have him.

That was all.

6 months later

You sit at your desk- hunched over your computer as Jaemin lays on your bed, limbs sprawled out against your soft blankets. He tosses a pencil up and down, sighing as he catches it midair for the 12th time. “Let’s do something!” he says randomly, suddenly sitting up. His eyes shine with excitement and curiosity- as always, no matter how late it is.

“No,” you frown, focusing on your computer screen, “I don’t feel like it,” you mumble quietly.

“Are you sure?” Jaemin sing songs, grinning knowingly, fully aware of your tendency to put school first.

“I’m just stressed right now,” you excuse, not able to look at Jaemin’s obviously disappointed face. You feel like shit that you’re pushing your closest friend away, but you had to finish this assignment.

Jaemin enjoyed just hanging out and spending time together. He always knows when you truly need company- even when you insist you don’t.

Sometimes you think Jaemin deserves a better friend. Jaemin helps you more than you feel like you help him. He reminds you to take breaks regularly and celebrate your accomplishments and makes sure you eat well and that you have fun outside of classes.

You take a sip of your coffee mug as Jaemin tuts from his spot on your bed. “Bad for you, Y/N, especially at night.” You roll your eyes and laugh, “says the one who drinks practically 8 shots of espresso a day.”

“This is about you not me,” he stands, plucking the black coffee from your desk as you protest half heartedly. “I’ll get you some water or something,” Jaemin heads towards your door, in search of the hallway vending machine. You try to protest but he’s already out your door and you slump further in your chair.

You stare at the unfinished essay in front of you as the formal words blur together on the uncomfortably bright computer screen and the soft music Jaemin picked played in the background. You suddenly feel your eyes begin to burn with hot tears. Jaemin was just so Jaemin, and it was making you cry. You feel flooded with guilt and impending dread. It felt like you were doing everything wrong. You thought you were getting better with prioritizing and balancing your life but it felt like you were just moving backwards. Before you realize what’s happening, you’re crying silently. You wipe your tears away but stop when Jaemin re-enters your room.

Jaemin places a cold water bottle on your desk next to you. “Thanks,” you mumble, looking down to keep your tears from showing. Jaemin notices small sniffles coming from you and he cranes his neck further and is alarmed when he sees a few tears streaming down your face in silence.

“Fuck,” you muttered, wiping your eyes aggressively, embarrassed to be crying in front of your economics essay. You felt so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with Jaemin’s love and kindness and the weight of future decisions that seemed to constantly loom over you.

“Oh Y/N,” he sighs lightly, his concerned eyes trained exclusively on you, “don’t cry.” He coos sweetly, grabbing your chin gently. “I think you definitely need a break.”

“Come on,” he says, getting up from where he’s crouched beside you. He holds the door open, grasping your hand warmly- Jaemin was always so warm, leading you through the hallway and down the stairs and out the front door. The night is pitch black and you two are completely alone.

“What are we even going to do? It’s so late.”

“We can just sit here.” Jaemin says simply, motioning towards the ground.

“In the grass?” You stare at the boy in front of you- in an old oversized t-shirt and pajama pants. You smile to yourself, realizing you look equally as silly as Jaemin, in similar attire.

“Yeah, come on,” he calls, flopping onto the ground, limbs sprawled out on the grass. He extends an arm out to you, gesturing for you to follow him. He glances up at you with an outreached arm and inviting gaze. You giggle at his twisted form and move to sit down next to him.

He immediately sits up next to you, limbs entangled and brushing against each other with natural closeness and comfort.

“I love seeing you laugh,” Jaemin admits, “so beautiful when you laugh.” You feel yourself becoming flustered by his compliments, shaking your head quietly, looking down and biting back a smile. His shoulder brushes against yours and he lets his head fall on your shoulder warmly. He sighs contently, a faint smile on his lips as he basks in the comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Jaemin is moving from your shoulder and he leans in before you do. You don’t know what he’s doing until he does it; until his lips meet yours and you move in spontaneous unison as his hand comes to cup your face.

Jaemin knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he doesn’t stop.

His cheek is pressed gently into your own and he is unbelievably close to you. The kiss feels effortlessly nice and satisfying. It was with Jaemin and that made it a thousand times better. You pull away, lips parting, preparing to speak as Jaemin’s hand falls from your face to his side.

“Jaemin,” you start, looking off into the darkness of the night instead of his illuminated face. You had to tell him, he had basically just told you. You never had as much confidence as you do now, your feelings seemed obviously requited. You focus on the small slivers of stars until you feel ready, turning to his face, having the urge to kiss him again. He looks at you expectantly and you’re overwhelmed with the multitude of future possibilities and emotions. “I really, really-”

Jaemin can’t let you continue. Every breath he takes as he tries to force himself to speak makes his throat feel like it’s closing up with such intensity that he feels sick. There’s a dull pain in chest when he speaks. “I’m sorry y/n,” he says lamely, unable to explain more.

He feels constricted within his feelings and cringes deeply at his own words. He stares at your painfully confused expression and feels even worse.

“About what?” You ask quietly, not understanding, not wanting to understand. “About kissing me?” Your voice is so small it makes Jaemin shut his eyes as he press his lips together tightly.

Jaemin has always been blunt and honest with you. He’s honest when you need to stop studying and honest when you should catch up on your rest and sleep in.

So he’s honest now.

“Yes,” he whispers and it doesn’t sound like Jaemin at all. It feels like your heart is constricting growing bigger and bigger until it completely bursts and you feel extremely embarrassed. But, more than anything- devastated. You felt like you just lost your best friend in an impressively quick span of 3 minutes.

“I get it,” you try to play it off casually but your weak attempts are unsuccessful. Jaemin knows you and can easily see the evident pain in your eyes. It’s always hard for Jaemin- seeing you upset, but he realizes it’s another level of bad when he is the cause of your anguish.

“Y/N, I-”

You stop him from explaining. Any explanation would be pointless to you. It was obvious:

Jaemin kissed you and he was sorry.

“It’s fine,” you wave your hand quickly. “I’m going to go finish my essay. It’s late anyways,” you don’t give him and chance to respond before you stand up and turn to hurry back into your dorm building.

You don’t get it. You feel humiliated, how could you have read something so wrong, what did you even read wrong? Jaemin had kissed you, why did he kiss you? You have a sudden urge to understand, you want to ask but you can’t force yourself to look him in the eye, you only want to get out of the situation and leave.

If you felt stupid outside with Jaemin, you feel even sillier now, trudging in the muddy grass with bright pink pajama pants and teary eyes.

Jaemin wants to reach out and grab your arm but he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything. He watches you leave and groans frustratedly. He lets his head hit the grass harshly and stares up at the sky.

For the first time ever, Jaemin hates the stars.

You avoid Jaemin for a while. No longer entertaining him and his affection towards you. You felt mortified and even seeing Jaemin or hearing his voice reminded you of your rejection.

“Hey, Y/N!” A boy calls out to you across the lecture hall. You turn around searching for the unfamiliar voice until you spot a boy who you recognized as- Jeno, one of Jaemin’s friends from his dorm suite. “Hey,” he jogs up to you as you look up at him questioningly.

“Yes?”

“Have you talked to Jaemin lately? Just the mention of his name made your breath hitch slightly as you shake your head. “No, not really,” you admit. It was your fault, you barely responded to his texts and didn’t show up for your weekly cafe date. You don’t know of any other solution other than avoidance, which definitely wasn’t the best way to handle this, but the way you naturally dealt with your overbearing embarrassment.

“Oh, so that’s why,” Jeno trails off, more to himself.

“Why what?”

“Jaemin has been so mopey, and he missed photography club and he never misses.” Jeno is obviously concerned about his friend and it only fuels your growing guilt.

“I- I’ll talk to him,” you say, “I’ve just been busy and stuff.”

“No I get it, Y/N. Thanks, I know it will make him feel so much better,” Jeno’s grateful face speaks for itself as he continues, leaning closer towards you. “I don’t know what happened, but he really likes you, Y/N.” Jeno looks at you seriously and his words comfort yet confuse you at the same time.

Jaemin in general confused you.

You take a longer path than usual back to your dorm and past the cafe you always go to. You’re strangely enticed to go in, remembering you don’t have any food in your room anyways.

The small bell above the door jingles as you enter- like it always does when you go- except usually you’re with Jaemin. You don’t expect many people to be there with the darkening sky outside and you especially don’t expect to see Jaemin himself. He’s sitting alone at a table in the back, head resting in his palm, stirring around his tea idly.

His eyes widen when he sees you, standing up suddenly from the table and banging his knee on the wooden surface as he grimaces to himself. You laugh out of habit, momentarily forgetting the awkwardness that enveloped the two of you.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi.”

You speak before you even register what you’re saying, “Lets just go back to what it was before that,” you wave your hands, quickly trying to reference that night without naming it.

“But,” Jaemin starts but you interrupt him, your eyebrows knit together in exhausted and repetitive confusion. The amount of times you’ve replayed the scenario in your head and analyzed each detail of that night make you desperate to move on.

“But what Jaemin? You said you regretted it as soon as you kissed me. There’s nothing more to say except it shouldn’t have happened.” Your harsh words shock Jaemin and he realizes truly how much he messed up and how misconstrued his actions were, he was desperate to tell you the truth.

“Please let me explain,” he pleads. “We should talk somewhere else, like in private.”

You don’t know what there is to explain but Jaemin’s insistence to talk about it makes you curious and slightly nervous. Your eyebrows raise, “ok,” you relent slowly.

“Let’s go outside,” he motions, throwing money on the table for his boba tea and walks ahead of you towards the exit, holding the door open for you and automatically out of habit reaches for your arm to hold and guide you. You pull away and Jaemin turns his head to glance at you questioningly, his eyes are wide with realization and filled with regret.

When you get to a secluded area a few steps away, Jaemin turns to you and looks incredibly nervous- an expression that was unnatural on his usually confident face. “What?” You wince, still confused on what he needed to clarify.

“Uh well, I don’t know.” He starts opening and closing his mouth as no sound coming out, “I never know how to say this. It’s like, I’m kind of like,” Jaemin hesitates, “a um- wish granter.” Jaemin says the last part quickly fusing his words together and watching your reaction carefully.

“What?” You ask, completely confused, “is this you trying to compliment yourself?”

The inner corners of his lips turn upwards in a smile but it fades quickly. “No, I’m kind of like a um, guardian angel or um, companion.” He stops, after all the many times of explaining this, he still doesn’t know the right words to explain his occupation. “Well you know that time you wished on a star months ago. I met you a couple weeks later right?”

Your eyes widen in shock, wondering how Jaemin knew that. You begin to slowly piece together what he’s telling you. “You always know what I want,” your eyes widen, “you read my mind?”

“No!” He says quickly, “no, I would never invade your privacy like that. More like I know when you want something and if you specifically want or wish for something then I grant it.”

You’re randomly reminded of a specific time at a convenience store you and Jaemin often frequented. You drug him out only for the sole purpose of getting your favorite ice cream only to find it’s spot in the freezer empty. You remember Jaemin saying he would go ask the manager if they had any in the back. “They had a lot in the back!” He said excitedly, returning with two ice cream containers, happy watching your smile grow.

“That’s why you were able to get me ice cream that time, even though it was sold out?”

“Yes,” he says sheepishly, knowing exactly what instance you were referring to. “I wished for it and got it.”

“Holy shit,” you groan, hand coming to rub at your temple. “so- are you, you’re not human?”

“Not totally, it’s- it’s so difficult to explain. I’m just kind of- well ugh not really.” Jaemin ends lamely, knowing there’s no easy way to explain who or what he is. He watches your reaction with extreme caution and nervousness.

Usually when anyone discovered what he was, they pushed him away, scared or terrified. Perhaps the worst time was when a little boy asked if he was a monster or when an elderly woman asked as politely as she could muster- for him to leave and not return. You hadn’t run away yet and Jaemin hopes you don’t- but he wouldn’t really blame you if you did.

You don’t say anything- shocked into silence, but Jaemin wishes you would. He speaks again, finding the quietness deafening, “You haven’t shoved me away yet. Most people do.”

“How many people do you do this for?” You can only think of question after question, desperately needing answers, and every answer Jaemin provided only led to more questions.

“Anyone, a lot of people. I just help them until they’re better. For a couple of weeks usually, sometimes 1 or 2 months”

“But it’s been, like 6 months since I’ve met you.”

“Exactly,” he breathes out, toying with the hem of his shirt, hoping you understand what he’s implying.

“Am I that messed up?” You ask, lips turning into a deep frown.

“No!” Jaemin says quickly, “No! I mean I’ve stayed with you, because I want to.” He pauses again, taking in a sharp breath, preparing to confess until you speak again. Your voice is laced with concern and stark realization. He watches your face contort with fear and worry and he holds his breath for what feels like minutes, waiting for your strained voice to break the thick silence that builds between you.

“Did you kiss me because you knew I wanted too? Was that why?” You would felt stupid and awful if Jaemin only kissed you to fulfill some job or duty. Jaemin is caught off guard by your question but still confidently knows the truth.

“No. No, I kissed you because I like you.”

His words don’t completely register with you, still shocked and unsure, “do you always get feelings for the people you help?”

“No, you’re not supposed to, that’s why I pushed you away. It was stupid and I hated myself when I did it but this has never happened to me before, I didn’t know what to do.” Jaemin continues, suddenly finding all the right words-all the words he wants to say to you. “I like going to college and feeling normal, like a normal 19 year old. But more importantly, I like you, I love- I love being with you. I really like loving you.”

Jaemin gains the confidence to look you in the eyes. He watches your eyes fill with caution and confusion as you watch his eyes soften and he stares back at you.

“And if you don’t hate me then I still want to be friends with you.” He whispers the next part- voice barely audible, “maybe even more.”

He looks hopeful but your still shocked and overwhelmed expression makes him stutter slightly, wanting to immediately retract his words, “I mean I totally understand if you’re freaked out or hate me but,” Jaemin trails off, lip bit, becoming increasingly hopeless.

Jaemin doesn’t blame you for not responding. It’s a lot to take in and understand. And you still don’t totally get it.

There’s only a few things you totally know for sure in your life, but Jaemin had always been one of them. You look at Jaemin and know him and his intentions, his kindness and pure heart. He helped you in so many ways, Jaemin showed you there was more than grades and perfect attendance. All you knew was that you truly did care for Jaemin and you really enjoyed kissing him. Not everything in life makes sense but somehow Jaemin does. You had always thought Jaemin came into your life at the perfect time - so maybe it wasn’t just fate after all.

Jaemin tears his gaze from your eyes as he hears your voice- quiet and gentle as your chin tilts up to meet his. “Let me grant you a wish for once,” you say before you reach out to touch his hot cheek, hand cupping his jawline and kissing him softly. It feels better than last time. It feels more real, more honest, and more true. You break away smiling at him and he looks stunned in adoration.

You love Jaemin and you love the stars. They are no longer distant memories of earlier years. The stars remind you of your daily life now with Jaemin, everything he did resembled the stars: his bright eyes shining in the darkest of places and his wide smile with warm, velvet intentions.

Never would you have guessed a random wish upon a star would lead to Na Jaemin- but you’re glad it did.

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Over Love Over Their Lives [Yandere! Hikaru Hitachiin]

Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with harmful behaviours that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl.

Also, this work is rather old so please excuse the rustiness of it. Lmao tbh I don’t even remember the plot of this so have fun 😂

His amber eyes narrowed into a glare filled with repulsion and indignation as he watched her communicate flirtatiously with another man. They were sitting on one of the furthest tables towards the corner. This ideal spot hid them from the sights of the rowdy students in the school cafeteria, and gave them the space for privacy that they-- she desired. The ideal spot was where not the other man, but Hikaru was meant to be sitting, and many others before him had sat.

He watched her like a hawk, her being [Name] [Surname].

He watched her as she suggestively moved her fingers up Kyoya’s arm (a host like Hikaru himself) and puckered her red painted lips seductively. Her lips were painted with a specific red liquid lipstick product that she had eagerly bought with Hikaru. Not only was Hikaru the one who bought it for her, but he was also the first one to taste it from her lips and smudge it her skin. He was the only one who deserved to see her wear such a bold and alluring colour. But that was not the worst part.

The worst part was that with every intimate action she subtly took towards Kyoya, she did not look at him.

She looked at Hikaru and watched him watch her be affectionate towards another man. While she did so, her eyes sparkled with amusement and mockery as if she was doing this solely because she knew that it would piss Hikaru off.

Hikaru might have had established himself as the authority in their relationship, but she seemed to be the actual player who broke all the established rules and made her own the way she saw fit, to play the authority.

Hikaru felt a burning sensation in his chest and his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as thoughts clouded his mind. He knew he should NOT have pursued her in the first place. She was bad news and had, what one might label as ‘a reputation.’ But he could not help himself. She was just so cute and irresistible.

That made him wonder, did all those she dated before him were bothered and played with like he was? Or did she torment each victim of her love differently every single time?

He did not know. He also did not know that his jealousy was obvious to the point where his fists were clenched until they were extremely white, and he was squishing the food tray in his hands so tightly that its condition was worsening and people were beginning to give him strange stares.

He watched as Kyoya turned towards [Name] with a fake smile, which he directed towards her as a warning to back off. And when he did, the [h/c] female averted her eyes away from Hikaru and smiled sweetly at Kyoya as she blinked her eyes innocently and disguised her previous actions as unintentional. Then, she uttered something to Kyoya that Hikaru could not hear or comprehend. However, Hikaru did comprehend the fact that she was beginning to treat him like an used old toy; she ignored him when she became bored of him.

He was not going to have that.

“Hikaru, you look like you are ready to kill. Everyone’s even staring. Calm down,” Kaoru said, as he walked behind his twin, and settled a hand on his shoulder.

Hikaru flickered his eyes towards Kaoru before he narrowed them towards [Name] and Kyoya. Kaoru followed the direction of his stare and when he realized what, or in this instance who had Hikaru riled up, he sighed.

“Hikaru, I hope you trust Kyoya enough to know that he would never show interest in someone like [Name], who does not only have a reputation, but is also your ex. He’s with her strictly due to the demands made by his father in order to finalise a business deal with her family,” Kaoru said, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern, as he glanced at Hikaru.

Hikaru turned towards Kaoru with an indifferent expression. “She’s not my ex. We are just in an open relationship,” He replied, gritting his teeth.

Kaoru’s eyebrow twitched and he was about to correct his twin. However, when he noticed the anguished expression on Hikaru’s face who fixated his gaze on [Name], Kaoru decided against it. Instead, he took more of a subtle approach.

“She’s in an open relationship with like four other guys and she hasn’t talked to them since she dated them for a week and left them unhea-” Kaoru began, but he was interrupted by Hikaru, who turned to him with a harsh glare.

“We’re different!” He snapped loudly. The vexation in his expression, body language and in the tone of his voice surprised Kaoru, and the said twin’s eyes widened impossibly huge. The reaction evoked on Kaoru’s face was a surprise itself to Hikaru because he instantly snapped out of his anger trance.

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to apologize, when he felt holes being dug on his back. This caused him to turn towards the source to realize that his outburst had caused everyone in the cafe to direct their stares at him. Hikaru felt a shiver run through him at the unwanted attention he had received, especially when he shifted his gaze to [Name] to notice that she was staring at him too, and not in a friendly way.

“I, uh,” Hikaru started, nervousness seeping into his system, as he licked his lips with a dry tongue.

“I need to go!” He exclaimed, before he ran out of the cafeteria in a rush. When this happened, Kaoru overcame his shocked state. He was about to call out to his other half, but decided not to as Hikaru was out of the cafeteria and his words would have been left unheard. However, that did not mean that the students in the cafeteria shared his perceptive. Whispers, exclaims, and gossip was uttered out of one pair of lips and then another, until the silence of the cafe was broken due to the loudness of the hushed whispers. Some whispers were of shock, but most were filled with horrible things proclaimed about Hikaru.

Kaoru did not take this well. So, in order to defend his missing twin, he turned towards [Name] and walked up to her.

His face was calm. However, his mind was anything but the calm before the storm -- it was a hurricane of fury.

“[Name],” Kaoru called, and narrowed his eyes at her.

The [h/c] female returned his unwelcoming approach with an apathetic expression of her own.

“Kaoru,” She answered.

“Don’t you think you should have some decency and talk to Hikaru? After all, you were the cause of what just happened,” He said, glaring at her.

[Name] scoffed at him.

“I wasn’t the cause. It’s not my fault your brother is an amateur in dealing with his emotions and blew up. You are even doing the talking for him. If he has something to say, he can talk to me himself because I have nothing to say to him. It’s going to be too awkward, and I am going to avoid putting myself in that situation,” She replied, and folded her hands over her chest.

“You know, if those words weren’t coming out of your mouth I would have agreed. But they are, so I disagree. And the fact of the matter is, your open relationship game isn’t fooling anyone. I know what you are up to, and I’m not going to let you make a fool out of my brother. You are going to find him this instant and come clean. No games, nothing. Do I make myself clear?” Kaoru said seriously.

[Name] glared at him.

“I was actually busy with Kyo-”

“Actually, we are just about finished with everything. We have a few things left but I can discuss that with your father instead. You should find Hikaru,” Kyoya said, interrupting [Name], who turned to him with a surprised look on her face.

The Ootori was merely grinning. If this was an anime, one would see his glasses glint white to indicate that he was up to something.

[Name] glared at him and she opened her mouth to reply wittily. However, the direction of commotion had turned from Hikaru to [Name],Kaoru and Kyoya and they were being watched by many curious gazes.

The [h/c] female inwardly winced at the stares and she snapped her glare towards Kaoru, who smirked in triumph.

“Fine, whatever,” She said, scowling, as she turned away from the two hosts, and power walked out of the cafeteria.

***

Preciously, twenty minutes had passed. In these twenty minutes, [Name] had strolled through the school hallways in order to find Hikaru. Except that, she walked extremely slow and did not put in an actual effort to find him.

As she continued her ‘search,’ she wore a bored look on her face. But moments later, her phone rang for a second indicating that she had received a text message or a notification. This caused her to halt and she stood in front of the entrance to an empty classroom that she was going to walk past. She took out her phone from her pocket and unlocked it to see she had received a text that read: Were you at the library? Because I was checking you out ;D

“Wow what an original pick up line. This one is going to be a waste of time. But I guess, for now, I could play along,” [Name] mumbled as she began to tap her fingers against the screen to form a response. However, just as she started typing, she was forced to stop.

An arm wrapped around her waist and viciously pulled her backwards in the empty classroom behind her. This unexpected action caused [Name]’s eyes to widen, and she opened her mouth to scream. But she was unable to, as a hand covered her mouth. Additionally, the shock from this unanticipated action caused her to drop her phone.

As soon as she was pulled inside, the hands that held on to her, released their grip and pushed her further into the classroom harshly. Then, the offender settled one of their hands on the door knob and slammed it shut.

[Name] yelped as she moved her arms frantically in the air in order to regain her balance. Then, she turned towards the offender with irritation written all over her face.

“Hey! Watch-” She began furiously, but stopped when she saw it was Hikaru. The mentioned male was glancing out of the window which was beside the door to make sure there were no witnesses. Then, he drew the curtains, and scanned the teacher’s card against the door which locked it.

He put the card in his school uniform’s shirt pocket and turned towards [Name]. His eyes were were narrowed and his lips were formed in a straight line.

“Was I a ‘play along’ too?” Hikaru asked, and took a step towards [Name].

His entire aura screamed danger but [Name] simply ignored this. Instead, she wore an indifferent expression and folded her arms over her chest.

“You know the answer to that. You know I don’t like repeating myself,” She stated, narrowing her eyes at him.

Hikaru strode so he was standing immensely close to [Name]. Their bodies were brushing together and he glanced down at her in aggravation.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He hissed, lifted his hand, and grabbed her jaw tightly.

[Name] did not flinch. However, she did glance down at his hand, and then at him, before she glared at him.

“Let me go Hikaru,” She demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Hikaru said, as he tilted her head upwards, and leaned closer to her face. His lips were formed in a smirk.

“I won’t love you anymore. You don’t want that do you? For me to stop loving you? After all, I’m the only one who can truly make you happy. You don’t want to lose me, do you?” [Name] said, as she wrapped an arm around Hikaru’s neck, and grabbed his tie with her other hand. She pulled him closer to her and sensually kissed his lips.

Hikaru’s eyes widened and he was about to return her kiss, when [Name] pulled away. This caused him to growl in irritation.

“Don’t tease me,” He whispered, as he leaned to connect their lips but failed to do so because [Name] put her hand to his mouth.

He glanced at it, then at her, before he glared at her.

She smiled sweetly at him.

“Classes are about to begin soon. We shouldn’t proceed with this any further,” She said, and pecked his lips.

Hikaru closed his eyes to relish in the feeling of her soft lips against his. And this time, when [Name] tried to pull away, he refused to let her go. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and forcefully brought her closer so her body was completely flushed against his. Simultaneously, his grip on her jaw tightened. This caused [Name]’s eyes to widen as she gasped in pain. She began to push against Hikaru in order to break away from his imprisoning embrace. However, her efforts were fruitless, and instead, Hikaru took advantage of the situation, and inserted his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hungrily.

A few minutes passed which consisted of Hikaru forcing himself on [Name] and the girl jittering in uncomfort. Their lungs began to beg for oxygen, and Hikaru finally pulled back from the vicious kiss. When he did so, a trail of saliva connected their lips. [Name] leaned against Hikaru tiredly as she tried to catch her breath. He was in a similar position to her, except his grip on her never loosened so when she tried to escape again, she failed.

“Stop struggling, it’s useless. I’m not going to let you go,” Hikaru began, as he recovered his breath, stood up fully and pulled [Name] along with him.

She did not give him a response, and instead tried to free herself once more. This caused Hikaru to sigh as he tightened his grip on her as a warning.

“Stop retaliating! We have barely even started and you are already behaving this way. For someone who sleeps around with a new man every week this shouldn’t be a big deal for you… Unless, you’re a virgin?” Hikaru said, looking down at [Name] with wide eyes and a cheshire grin.

[Name] froze. Her expression transformed from irritation and disgust from Hikaru’s previous actions into fear for her safety. More so, when he leaned down and blew a breath of warm air onto her neck, and smiled sadistically.

He nipped at it and [Name] whimpered.

“After all, I do recall that we never did anything when we were together so I doubt you did anything with the others. I get the pleasure to be your first and only,” He whispered sensually, as he settled one of his hands underneath her uniform dress.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for playing you. Please don’t do this. I’ll be better I swear. I won’t see anyone--” She cried, tightening her grip on Hikaru, as his hand began to trail up her leg. However, he cut her off.

“Hush, sweetie,” He whispered, and he pecked her lips in order to interrupt her.

“What’s done is done, and what is written to happen will happen. First, you are going to pay for what you did with your body. Then, others, one by one, will pay for ever even glancing in your direction.

“Our love will thrive over their lives and they will be nothing but dead bodies six feet under ground with maggots crawling through their eyes.

“You are mine, forever.”

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combust-catalyst · 5 years

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Why me?

[ Main Idea: The reader has pondered a few things while dating Bakugou: why them? ]

[ Notes: This was purely personal thoughts going through my mind as of today. Not to mention, I’ve been meaning to try to do this a bit shorter than the other ones. It may even be much shorter. I have no clue. I apologize for the bad grammar. Warning for cursing and cheesy talk, I think. ]

The days was silent. Of course, it was the weekends, so classes weren’t in session. Unless any students were taking special courses, it would be sometimes rare to not find any students in class right now. Yet, that never change the study habits of some. Even Bakugou, who seemed to relax, always discovered something to find himself busy.

This was why you decided to visit him. It wasn’t a homely invite though as he was extremely against you coming inside. Perhaps it was due to how his mother would react to anyone around her son? Or was it that fact there was someone who could handle her son. Such a thing could spark a motherly curiosity. However, Bakugou had a different idea. He changed the idea to go somewhere else. You had suggest maybe a library or cafe as both was pretty decent for study comfort. Not to mention, you had particular other places in mind in case those didn’t fancy him. Reluctantly, he allowed you to decide as he didn’t seem to mind whatever choices you preferred.

“I don’t care.” he grumbled a bit impatient. “As long as we can study that’s what matters.”

Thus, here you two were. A calming environment with not too loud a noise or almost none. Outside chatter was small or tiny to nonexistent except for you two. You would ask certain questions on problems you didn’t quite grasp. Of course, Bakugou would roll his eyes from time to time as your need for help. Yet, you couldn’t help, but notice a slight chuckle under his tongue that followed with a grin. Although, the same could be said for you as you found a slight confidence when he was frustrating himself over a problem he self-proclaim to not need assistance with. After all, he was one of the top three in his class of 1-A, right? You had to remind him that even the most smart or talented people were not always able to find the solution or answer to every thing. Everyone needed help, even if only a tiny bit could make a big change. Within this space you two seem to share, it felt nice--almost like the sound outside didn’t exist.

You paused a bit like a thought had struck you--no a question: Why you?

Of course, you was his special someone, his partner. Yet, why did that suddenly bother you? It shouldn’t have, right? He had others too. That’s right! If you wasn’t here. . . Then who would? Your mind raced with thoughts of others in his classroom. There was Kirishima, who was the closest during the school year almost like a person who could accept Bakugou for who he is and wasn’t afraid to stand up against Bakugou’s behavior. Kaminari was a fun companion to have that made the day pretty lively. Sero was rude, but he can be pretty cool. Mina was lively like Kaminari and pretty spunky to Bakugou’s explosiveness. Koda was sweet. Satou was straightforward, but honest and just as sweet as Koda. Oujiro was hardworking too, so things could be done, maybe? Shoji wasn’t much of a talker, but his seriousness was never to be taken as a joke--despite him having his who sense of humor. Hagakure was bubbly despite how her quirk reminded you of a dangerous combination with light reflections. Jirou was cool. Tokoyami completely felt chill to study with.

Your face began to sink lower and lower at the thought of the events that had gone on from the USJ to sport festival and even the camp attack. Bakugou had gotten to know his classmate this long, right? Of course, you was there as well. The pain you felt from losing him during the camp attack felt like hell. You could never get any sleep or relax until you saw him again--until you touched him again. Until you was certain he alive and you was there to see him and touch him, living without him felt like a piece of yourself was gone. Everything became numb to you that time--from your hobbies to even eating.

“Should I even be here?” you whispered lowly as you gripped your pencil tightly.

“Of course,” he answered as he stared you.

“Huh?” you blinked at his attentiveness.

“What are you rambling about now?” he insisted. “You’ve been staring at the same question for over an hour?”

Should you ask?

“Nothing,” you lied as you was about to flip a page until Bakugou placed his palm over your hand.

“I told you before,” he warned, “I don’t like liars.”

“I’m not lying.” you lied again as you avoided eye contact with him.

You swore you felt his hand heat up.

“Bullshit,” he called.

“Hey,” you diverted the topic about yourself. “Um, this problem seems pretty difficult---.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” he demanded. “Is that it?”

“No, no, no,” you denied.

You sighed as you scratched the back of your neck. He’s not going to let this go, was he? Turning to him, you stared at Bakugou in the eyes which had startled him a tad bit. You would find this funny, but if he wanted to know you might as well be as direct as possible. Yet, as you opened your mouth to ask, a different question came out instead.

“What about your friends?” you asked. “What about Kirishima? What about Kaminari or Ochaco?”

“Hah,” Bakugou deadpanned his expression completely lost.

“I mean,” you continued. “They make much better company than I do. Especially if they’ve know you pretty well since you’re all in the same class too, right? I mean they’re pretty cute too! Much better looking than I am. And smart! And from a good background or wealthy family! Much better company! Oh and they have pretty cool quirks too, don’t they? They’d be---.”

Despite all these words, you felt tears coming down your face. Why were you giving them such compliments while damaging yourself? Even if you was saying nice things about them, why did it hurt. You closed your eyes as you felt like wailing your voice out. It hurts. It hurt. It hurt. Why was you here? What was the point in being here when someone else could easily take your place. Yet, you continued.

“They’re much better with you than me,” you continued on. “I bet you think I---.”

Bakugou took your head and pulled it to his shoulder. “Have you been thinking this shit all day since this morning?”

“Yes,” you confessed with a weakly voice.

“Dumb ass,” he chided you as his grip on you tightened. “I chose you because I wanted to study with you. I chose you because your special to me. They may hold some fucking stupid place, but you have everything. I wanted to be with you, stupid. And it doesn’t matter two-shits because I bet you can beat all their ass easily! Hands down! Besides, I’ve been helping you just like you’ve been helping me. So. . . don’t think your some fucking replaceable object because to me your irreplaceable. And if you EVER think of those thoughts again, I’ll hold you and tell you how much you fucking mean to me! Got that!”

For the rest of the day, you two didn’t say much. That warmth from his hand early had gripped you tightly as if not letting you go. It was reassuring to know that he was there when you had your doubts or worries. Bakugou would be there for you no matter how trivial things got with yourself or between the two of you.

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writehardwhumpharder · 5 years

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Carson vs. Low Blood Sugar

Set in the past when Carson was in college and had a class with Daniel which is how they met. They are 22 and 21 here. I basically just wrote this because I’m going to university now so Carson is back at uni too.

When the professor asked them to form groups of four for the upcoming project, Carson naturally partnered up with the only person in the class he'd spoken two words to - Danny. The weird guy that still sits next to him despite all the other open seats and Carson’s obvious discomfort. But Carson was quick to believe the lie that the open seats were farther back and he wouldn't be able to see the board as well. Sure Carson could move, but he was far too stubborn for that.

The room erupted in groans when the teacher announced the group project. Everyone assumed everyone else was just going to slack off and force them to do the work of all four people. Daniel wasn't too sure about being in a group with Carson himself because even though he was studious and had good grades, it was entirely possible he'd sleep through every group session and just shrug it off later.

Two girls who sat in the row in front of them asked to join since it made the most sense. They introduced themselves as Kelsey and Ava and smiled shyly at the two guys.

Carson's interest in them ended at, "Sure, whatever." And Daniel's interest ended at Carson. Unfortunately it didn't seem like they would be spared any of the awkwardness that came with group projects.

"We should exchange numbers, so we can make plans to meet up." Kelsey suggested.

"Yeah and we can meet at the library, there's a cafe there too if anyone wants food or coffee." Ava chimed in.

"Sounds good," Daniel said. Then they passed around their phones sharing info. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't secretly happy to be handed the perfect excuse for getting Carson's number. Daniel had been thinking of asking him for the last few weeks but figured he'd be shut down with something like, "Sorry man, I don't have a phone number" while quickly shoving his iPhone into the pocket of his hoodie. If he wasn't so God damn cute Daniel would have given up already seeing what a piece of work he was. Eventually he'd find out why he was so cold to people.

After each group was formed and picked a topic the professor let them go half an hour early. Carson put in his earbuds and prepared to make a run for it but Daniel subtly blocked his path.

"So what do you think of this project?" He asked.

Carson paused and sighed, "Shouldn't be too hard if everyone has read the assigned reading. You did do the reading right?"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, "Of course I did." He said unconvincingly.

"Good." With that Carson left.

The group made plans to meet two days later at the group study rooms on the fifth floor of the library.

Saturday was surprisingly beautiful. The weather was nice for Fall and Carson could feel the sun on his skin as soon as he stepped outside. Too bad he'd spend the whole day working on a stupid project about the popularity of tragedies in Shakesperian Era writing.

When he got to the library Danny was standing outside leaning against the building. He pushed off when he saw him and pulled something out of his pocket. Carson reached for the door but stopped cold when a printed copy of a news article was thrust in front of him.

Daniel looked at him excitedly, "Is this you?"

Carson stared down at it and had to quickly restrain his reaction. He recognized it immediately. The article was from his local paper when he was 14, the title read, "Local Boy Defies Physics Stopping Car from Hitting a Child."

Daniel had spent the previous night cyberstalking Carson after he finally finished all the assigned reading. There was absolutely no trace of him on social media but he did find several odd news articles. His name was also listed by the college as a Graduate of Human Biology.

"Yeah that's me, but every word in that article is false. I hope you didn't waste too much time reading it," Carson said dryly. He sidestepped him and walked into the library. It was practically deserted. Not having an actual excuse for the claims in the article, Carson really hoped he could avoid it altogether.

"It says that a car was heading towards an eight year old girl when it suddenly stopped, the front crumpled in like it hit an invisible wall a mere foot away from collision. There's even a picture. The car is stopped in the middle of the road with nothing else around it but it's beat to shit. Then that looks like you, kind of, maybe."

Carson's eyes dulled like this conversation was utterly exhausting. "If you're that curious, the car in the picture swerved to hit another car to protect the child crossing the street. The first car drove away in a hit and run. And if you want the real gossip, I'm pretty sure it was my history teacher." Carson said. Everyone in his town knew what he was and jumped on the chance to blame him as often as they could so he got used to lying on his feet.

"Really? I guess that makes sense. But why does it say that you passed out on the scene and got taken to the hospital. I mean, there was a whole car accident and you were the only person that got hurt?" He laughed.

Carson shot him a murderous glare, "It was very surprising." Daniel looked down at the ground in shame.

"Sorry..."

"Kids came up with a lot of rumors and bullied me until the rest of the town believed them. I bet this isn't only paper you found making crazy accusations."

Once inside Carson headed towards the cafe instead of the group study rooms.

"Well, sorry to hear that. So were you bullied a lot in school then?" He asked curiously. Daniel was determined to figure him out and he couldn't do that without striking a nerve or two.

"You sure ask a lot of questions."

Carson got in line with Daniel following closely behind. He finally went quiet after that last remark. It was already a few minutes past the time they were all supposed to meet but knowing how long they could be working, it was too much of a risk not to get coffee first.

He felt around in his pockets when he got to the register. "Oh shit, I don't think I brought my wallet." Carson said, giving Danny an expectant look. He figured he had him feeling just guilty enough to buy him a cappuccino.

"Ugh, fine," he pulled out his old leather wallet and handed the lady a 5.

Carson laughed, "that's such a dad wallet."

"What does that even mean?"

When they got up to the fifth floor, coffee in hand, the two girls were nowhere to be found. Figures. Daniel used the group chat to ask them where they were. After all it was possible they were simply late.

"We went to the desk but they wouldn't give us a room, so now we're wandering." Daniel relayed the message to Carson who frowned in thought.

"Tell them to come back up. I'll get us a room."

Looking suspicious enough already this was probably a terrible idea but he was impatient and little pissed off to be honest. He quickly turned towards the rooms, hoping to make it to one before this Danny guy so he wouldn't see him open it.

"Wait how are you going to do that? The help desk is that way," he asked, jogging to catch up. Great.

If the desk lady wouldn't give those girls a room then she probably wouldn't give him one either, also he just didn't feel like dealing with that. Daniel made it clear he wouldn't be too easy to shake off, getting rid of his plan to just open the door with magic. Instead he got out his student ID and pretended to swipe the scanner next to the door. The red dot turned green as he did.

"Woah. Do you have special access or something?" Danny asked.

Carson just hummed vaguely and sat down in the first chair he saw. He'd been doing such a good job not doing any magic since he moved out that even a little trick like that was tiring. Carson didn't want his reputation to follow him to university, but now that he was almost done with his Masters degree he found himself caring less and less.

Pulling out his own phone, Carson texted the group chat, "508."

Danny still had that childlike look of amazement on his face when he looked up again and Carson groaned internally.

"Where else can you get into?" He asked excitedly.

"Wherever I want. Wake me up when they get here." Carson pulled his hood up and laid his head down on the table. He wasn't really going to sleep, he just needed a break from talking. God this was going to be a long day.

Carson heard Kelsey and Ava talking long before they made it to the study room. They clearly knew each other before taking this class.

"Hi, how have you been?" Kelsey walked in first, carrying her own coffee cup, she looked at them both, her face pinching in thought, "Daniel and... Carson?" She struggled to put a name to the back of Carson's hood.

Now for the most interesting part of any group project, seeing who would take charge first. Carson finally straightened back up as they sat down on opposite sides of the table, putting Ava next to him.

"So, Tragedy, where do we start?" She asked.

Carson sat back and waited while everyone looked around awkwardly.

"Hey how did you get a room anyway that bitch at the counter made up some policy about needing a professor's permission for these rooms." Kelsey commented.

Daniel's face lit up again, "oh you should have seen it. Carson just swiped his ID and opened the door like magic."

Thank god Carson had just swallowed his coffee because otherwise he'd be choking on it at the mention of "magic".

"This is a library, not a bank. I just opened the door," Carson said lamely. "Anyways, we need to divide up tasks before we do anything else, and come up with a central theme so we're all on the same page. I think we should address the political implications of Tragedies written around that time. They were widely popular but very controversial."

Everyone stopped and stared at him. Either he'd completely lost them or he'd gotten more antisocial than he thought if that was a shocking amount of words to come out of his mouth. Internally Carson was cursing himself for accidentally taking on the role of the leader. He'd have to work even harder to pawn off that responsibility now.

"Right. I think the professor wants us to use quotes from the literature in the project but he also expects us to do a little research and come up with a thesis, not just a word by word analysis of the reading," Ava said. Meanwhile Kelsey was muttering something under her breath about the professor having a stick up his ass.

It looked like they were finally getting on track when Ava stopped suddenly, "hey what happened on the first day of class?" She asked.

Carson's blood turned to angry sludge. He was really tired of explaining himself. "Nothing, happened, I'm just clumsy."

He shot Daniel a look who thankfully tried to smooth things over, "Yeah he just tripped into the desk and it made a lot of noise, they ought to just nail them down." Ava hummed in response, not quite satisfied with that answer but ready to drop it.

After coming up with ideas for their individual parts they did some quiet work. That way they could have an outline done to share before they leave. The longer Carson strained to read the tiny text in his book the more he realized he was getting a headache. Not a migraine, but he didn't feel great. They'd been working on this for hours now, Carson checked his phone to see just how long it had actually been. They got to the library at 3pm and it was now closing in on 8pm. The worst part? He'd woken up late, gotten dressed, then came straight here. Meaning he'd slept through breakfast and forgotten lunch. Typical. You'd think after living alone for a few years a person would learn to take care of themself.

Daniel gave him an odd look, "Did you leave the oven on or something?"

Carson frowned. How the hell was this guy always so good at reading him? "No, it's nothing."

He really, really wished that it was nothing and he could just go back to reading but his body was making itself clear that it would not be neglected so easily. A dizzy feeling flowed through him as the blood rushed through his head. He felt sick.

Low blood sugar, it had it's own unmistakable brand of awful. Carson quickly shoved his hands under the table so it wouldn't so obvious that they were starting to shake. His brain frantically searched for solutions. The cafe? Closed. Snacks? Didn't pack any. Vending Machine? Yes. He had enough change in his jacket to get something from the vending machine he'd spotted near the bathrooms. It would look less suspicious if he waited a few minutes then left casually but a sudden churning in his stomach decided for him. The time to leave is right now, or better yet, five minutes ago.

Carson pushed way from the table clumsily then stepped around it to get to the door. Daniel followed him with his eyes which were now pinched with concern. He wanted to follow him and ask if he was okay, but valuing his life, he decided to just let him go with no further comment.

Carson was visibly unsteady on his feet. He wasn't diabetic so low blood sugar wouldn't kill him but it sure felt like it could. A general numbness spread through his body. Next was the mysterious cold sweat that he could distinctly feel despite knowing his skin was completely dry and the clammy feeling was just in his head. His body had a tendency to wait until the very last second to alert him of a problem which was why all the symptoms seemed to slam into him at once.

"Just make it to the vending machine and get a snack. You just have to make it that far." Carson urged himself as he wove between tall bookshelves. He was starting to feel a bit light headed too. Perfect.

The vending machines came into sight in front of him, tucked into their own little alcove. He was so close, so close, so... nauseous. Gonna throw up. Change of plans. He walked right past the machines and into the men's bathroom, his heart sunk as he did. But throwing up in the hallway was simply not an option. He dove for the furthest stall and just barely got the door locked before dry-heaving over the toilet. After a few unproductive minutes of that he coughed up some the coffee he had earlier and his stomach finally seemed satisfied after rearranging its contents. Carson leaned against the wall heavily, sliding down to sit on the tile. Why am I like this? Oh right it's because I'm forgetful, irresponsible, and stupid he chided himself. Closing his eyes, Carson focused on regaining his strength so he could at least buy some food then come back to this spot. He was finally about to stand up when the door swung open. Carson froze.

"Carson, are you in here?"

It was Danny, of course.

"Yeah," he replied. It would only seem more weird if he didn't respond.

"You've been gone kinda a long time. The girls were starting to get worried." He said tentatively.

"Well I'm fine, so either take a piss or get out, would you?" Carson snapped impatiently. He wished Daniel would just shut the door already so he could suffer in peace.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "It's getting late so everyone wants to wrap up, make sure we all know what to work on, and go home. So are you coming back now?" He asked. Usually his line of questioning would be more like "Are you okay?" "What are you doing in here?" "Do you need any help?" "Are you sick?" but with Carson he'd learned the beat around the bush a little knowing he wouldn't answer any direct questions like that nicely.

Carson tried to push himself to a stand up but ended up tripping over his own feet somehow, ending up on his hands and knees. Guess that answers that question. "No," he said plainly.

"What'll it take to get you out of this bathroom?" Danny sighed, still standing by the door. He'd heard shuffling just now but still didn't really know what Carson was doing in there.

With a grimace Carson swallowed his pride and asked for help, "Um, a bag of crackers would be nice."

Daniel's brows furrowed at the strange request, but even more so at the small voice it was requested in. Crackers? That was really what he wanted right now?

"Okay, wait here."

A moment later he came back in with a small bag of cheezits and bent over looking for Carson's feet to see which stall he was in. He was surprised to see that he was most likely sitting down against the furthest wall. In the back of Daniel's mind he noted that being on the ground was a bad sign.

Meanwhile Carson was cringing with every fiber of his being. He hated being like this. If Daniel had just left he probably could have gotten them himself and avoided all this. But truthfully he still felt a little dizzy and sick.

"Um, so what did you want crackers for? You're not going to eat them in here are you? That's unsanitary." Daniel called out before sliding the bag under the door.

Just seeing the bag ignited a gnawing hunger in him. Whatever half-formed insult he had on the tip of his tongue was quickly forgotten in favor of food. Sweet, sweet sustenance. Carson tore open the bag and threw a few into his mouth, careful not to eat them too quickly.

"You know this is super weird right?" Danny asked.

"Whatever," Carson grumbled. His voice was muffled by the crackers.

"Wait a second," he paused, "were you hiding in here... because you were hungry? Seriously?" Daniel scoffed. As tough as his deskmate liked to act, he was surprisingly childish.

"Well you don't have to be a dick about it. Low blood sugar is a real and serious condition, asshole," Carson muttered. There was no real anger to his words though. He just had a habit of swearing more when being defensive. Daniel stopped laughing.

There was a rapping on the door, "Um, it's Ava. What the hell is taking you guys so long?" She called out.

"We'll be back in a minute," Daniel yelled back.

"That's what you said when you left ten minutes ago," she said impatiently.

Carson scooped out the last of the crumbs from his bag of crackers and got up. He still felt a little off but the threat of throwing up or passing out upon standing was no longer there so that's good. He reluctantly unlocked the door and walked past Danny to get to the sink.

"You look, not-healthy."

Carson scowled and took a look at himself in the mirror before splashing some water on his face. Daniel was right, despite being a lot steadier there was still a sickly paleness to his face.

They walked back to the study room where Kelsey and Ava were already half-packed up and ready to go. Carson sat back down in his seat and glanced at all the papers scattered across the table.

"So here's the plan..." Ava gave a detailed description of everything they'd decided since he left. It was a solid outline. And if anyone had any more questions they could just text between meet-ups.

"Oh look, it's already pretty dark outside. I hadn't even noticed," Kelsey said peeking through the blinds. "Now I'll have to have walk home in the dark."

"College campuses have some the highest rates of sexual assault." Carson said absentmindedly.

"Why would you say that right now?" Kelsey shivered.

Carson looked up at everyone's mildly horrified faces, "What? It's true, it's dangerous out there. People need to be careful." He defended.

"Well now you both have to walk us home, since you kept us here so late doing whatever the hell you were doing." Ava said crossing her arms.

"You say that like I wasn't already going to walk you home," he said. Good job Carson, real smooth. Ava's expression turned blank and confused for a second before going back to it's previous tense, subtle annoyance.

"Fine, let's get going. It would make sense to walk with whoever lives closest to each other. I live off campus."

"Same," Carson added.

Kelsey and Daniel both lived close to the dorms so it made sense for them to go together.

#whump #my OC's #OC fic #college days #prequel #Carson Hall #Daniel Hopkins #headache #low blood sugar #forgetting to eat #dizzy #unsteady #Carson was even crankier back then #Daniel is just a curious puppy #magic use #not edited

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