#yeah i recognise the first two are pretty messy and could look a lot better

[kate-bot]

a few more little pizza animations!!! they're a little rough around the edges but they were a lot of fun to make!!

[hockeyshitandstuff]

Are you in town? - Matthew Tkachuk (part 1)

part two here

part three here

word count: 1860 words

TW: language, angst (?)

let me know if you want part two, I’m somehow still not sure

...

It was so hot that day. The movers were already gone, the place feeling empty without all the furniture. In a few hours, you'd be long gone, flying far away from Chesterfield.

Some small part of you felt sorry for selling your parents' house - the house you spent your whole childhood living in. But they moved out a few years ago and told you many times they didn't mind at all selling it.

Wiping the sweat off of your eyebrows you made your way through the blooming garden, trying to memorize every little detail. You remembered climbing this tree, you remembered the hole in the fence you made so the neighbour's dog could come play with you, you remembered the time capsule you and Matt buried here when you were fifteen.

Until now, you completely forgot about that. Even though you two didn't talk after he got drafted, it'd be a good idea to meet again since you might never see him again. You might be moving to Calgary but that city was so big it'd be a miracle to meet Matthew somewhere.

So you scrolled through your phone, praying he didn't change his number after all those years as you dialed it.

The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Yes?"

Matthew's voice was so different since the last time you talked.

"Hey Matt, this is Y/N, I'm moving out today and I thought we could dig up the time capsule we buried at my place as kids before I leave. Are you in town?" It was off-season so you might get lucky.

"You are moving out already? But yeah, I can meet you in an hour if you have the time."

"Yes, I'll still be here, don't worry."

"Okay..." There was a moment of awkward silence, neither of you knew how to break it. Was it a bad idea? Of course you wouldn't be as good friends as you once were. But you didn't know it would be this... weird. He didn't say goodbye back when he left to Calgary and didn't answer to any of your calls or messages. What were you thinking? That he wanted to see you?

"So, where are you moving to?" Matt finally continued, making the conversation more bareable.

"Calgary, they offered me an amazing job there."

"Really? I've been there for a few years."

"I heard." Not from you, was what you didn't say. It seemed like he'd heard it nonetheless.

Silence. You hated how distant you've grown - once, a long time ago, you were best friends. You went together to kindergarden and since then you've been the best of best friends. But even after all you went through, you didn't know what to say.

"Nevermind, I have to get going. I'll be at your place at three, okay?"

"Okay. I'll meet you there."

As you hung up, sadness enveloped you. Maybe you shouldn't have called. Maybe it'd be better to never meet Matt again, to remember only the good old times.

But he might be already on his way and you wanted to say a proper goodbye before going far, far away.

You loved him once, you recalled. It broke your heart when he left without looking back.

It irritated you that you couldn't do the same as easily.

...

"Y/N?" a now familiar voice called, the sound of closing car doors echoing through the silent street.

Matt looked same as he did four years ago and still totally different. It was like staring at a stranger you could swear you've already seen before. The curly, those pretty grey-blue eyes and the crooked smile you remembered and thought about too often. He got taller and more mascular over the time he played hockey professionally.

"Hey," you said nervously, tucking your slightly trembling hands into the pockets of your shorts.

Again, that uncomfortable silence took place.

"How long is it?" Since you've last seen each other. Since he'd ignored your calls and messages. Since he'd left you crying as he left this town - as he left you.

"Five years," you said.

Regret flashed in those pretty eyes as he took you in. Did you look to him the same as you did the last time he saw you?

"I'm sorry I didn't call." That was it? After five fucking years of silence, this was his apology for everything. This was a mistake. You didn't think it through when you called him today. Just now you started remembering all the things he's done to you.

"That doesn't make it hurt less, does it?" You whipped around, going to the line of fruit trees where you left the two shovels you borrowed from the neighbour.

Matt's hand slightly gripped your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

"I know that I made a bunch of wrong decisions before I left."

"I've been trying for 6 months to reach you before giving up completely. And you? You've been living the best version of your life anyone could ever imagine."

"That's not true and you know it." Matthew said and you wanted to leave right then, forget this stupid meeting.

"I do not." you hissed, trying to calm down your rising temper.

Matt sighed, not wanting to argue over this. So he made his way to the tree line, picked one shovel from the ground and started digging where he remembered the time capsule was.

You didn't help him dig it up. You were too lost in memories, clinging to the past as you thought of younger version of Matt.

The clang of metal on metal attracted your attention back to him. He grunted as he pulled up the metal box and laid it on the grass.

You ducked low next to him, dusting off the dirt of the box. It was an old, weirdly dented thing.  Your eyes laid on the lock and you nearly sighed in annoyance just when Matt grabbed at his necklace, the key dangling from it. When you two buried the capsule, each of you got a key made for it. You had yours somewhere in the boxes that had already been shipped to your new apartment and Matt's... he didn't forget. He kept it through the years, guarding it and not losing it as you expected.

You didn't say anything, just patiently waited for him to open the box.

There was a letter inside, along with a bunch of things you thought of as long forgotten. Your bracelets of friendship, the colors faded already; a puck with which you and Matthew played your first hockey game together when you were six; so many polaroid photos with your faces on them; USB with a playlist you two always danced to.

Your eyes watered - how were you supposed to say goodbye to all of this?

Silently, you looked over all of the photos - you and Matt in the rink with small hockey sticks and skates, you and Matt sticking out your tongues colored blue with slushies, you and Matt, you and Matt, you and Matt...

Then Matthew's hand found yours, your fingers automatically intertwining with his. You started crying, first silently but then the sobs shook with your whole body.

"Come here," he murmured, hugging you. His body was so soft and warm, as if begging you to lean into his touch.

"How- how could you leave this all behind?" you mumbled between the sobs.

"It's not leaving if you don't say goodbye." Matt said, his fingers playing with yours.

"Then you are a fucking coward, Matthew."

Silence. He didn't argue with you on that, so you must have been right.

You stopped crying after a while, checking your watch while wiping your nose.

Shit. It was so late already - you had to call an uber to get you to the airport in the next hour or you'd be super late.

"I'll have to go," you said quietly, but Matt interrupted you.

"You are right," he tucked on the edge of his shirt, clearly nervous. He was nervous. "I was a coward. I thought that if I didn't say goodbye to you as I left, it'd hurt less. I was wrong and I was a fucking coward for not picking up your calls or replying to your messages because it would make it so real - that I was leaving and probably never coming back. But I want to make it all right again, I want to be a part of your life - if you will let me."

You thought about his offer and still, you couldn't answer. You weren't sure about letting him into your heart just for him to storm out again without a goodbye, leaving you behind, broken.

"Can I at least take you to the airport?" To that, you nodded, picking up the time capsule, putting all the items back in. Then you gave back the lent shovels to your neighbour and with a last glance at your house, you got into Matt's car.

...

On the way to the airport Matt played the playlist from the USB that was in the time capsule and the nostalgy hit you hard.

You remembered the lyrics, the melody; you remembered everything.

The drive was too short and you started panicking as the engine stopped.

Matthew helped you with your suitcase and went inside with you. The two of you stopped at the first gate.

"Here," he said, giving you a piece of paper. "It's my adress. Hopefully, you won't live so far away, so we could meet there if you wanted to."

You tucked it in your pocket without a word.

"Also, take this. I wrote it in ninth grade so don't think much of it. But I want you to read it, Y/N."

It was the letter from the time capsule, with your name on the blank envelope.

"I will." you promised.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward this time.

"I'll let you know my decision about what you said earlier. I just... I need some time."

Matt noded, giving you the space you so desperately needed.

"So, until we meet again - goodbye, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Matt."

...

The plane took off and you finally had the time to read the letter he gave you.

You immediately recognised his scrambled handwriting and you smiled at how messy it was before you started reading.

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing this in case I leave. Dad has been telling me for some time already that if I'll get drafted, I'll have to leave. He also said that if I'll be smart, I will never look back at my past.

I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future.

He said I'll meet a lot of girls but I know that none of them is going to be like you.

So, I promise you, I will never say goodbye to you.

I love you,

Matt

With trembling fingers, you pulled out your phone, the tears already staining the screen.

That's why he never said goodbye. Because of this stupid letter and his stupid promise.

The phone rang once before he picked it up.

"Y/N? What is it?"

A ragged breath escaped you and you laughed and cried at the same time.

"I don't want you to be my past. I want you to be my present and my future."

"Oh, that was cheesy, wasn't it-"

"No, you dumbass. That's my answer."

[lovetorn]

the one where roman is your stubborn ex-boyfriend

Roman Godfrey x Witch!Reader

Summary: You try to warn Roman about Miranda, but will he listen? Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood Word Count: 2.6k A/N: i love roman godfrey. also can i just say i have no idea what this is like it was gonna be 8k words but turned out a lot shorter because i lost motivation tbh and didn’t know where to go with it; this also ends very abruptly so i’m really sorry about that. may write a part 2 but idk yet hehehe. also, i changed the show plot slightly to fit my fic :)

“Have you heard?” 

The sound of Destiny’s voice over the phone scares you slightly. After her dramatic bitch session over the girl Peter had been fucking, she stopped for a long pause, returning to the phone with a solemn tone. 

“No? Heard about what?” You answer. 

“She’s fucking him too.” Of course she is, or should you say, he is. Rolling your eyes, you sigh deeply down the line, “what like an orgy?” 

“No, like one of those relationships with three people? Uh, polyamorous?” You groan, “Spare me the details, D.” Destiny’s glamorous laugh echoes into your ear, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Please come over!” Destiny begs, her voice still full of laughter as you tell her ‘fine’ before you hang up. You bask in the morning sun that peers through the curtains of your apartment for a moment before you get moving. 

Opening the front door of Destiny’s apartment, you're met with her running up to, her eyes wide with alarm as she quickly slams the door behind you. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoughts running a mile a minute as she frantically ushers you to sit. 

“I saw her in my visions, Y/n. I-I don't know what it means, but I don’t trust her, and neither should my cousin,” She stutters. Your eyes flicker between hers as you sit her down on the couch. 

“When did this happen?” Destiny points over to the jacket laying on the wooden dining room table. “When I was on the phone to you. That’s hers. I went to pick it up and boom! Instant headrush.” 

You lean back on the couch and shake your head. You're at a loss for words. The fact that Peter could be in danger scares you; but more importantly, it's his ex-best friend’s safety that makes you panic more. 

“Have you talked to Roman?” You ask. Destiny’s head snaps towards you, shocked you even brought him up. She shakes her head and grasps your hands. “Have you?”

You inhale deeply, “No.” Destiny sighs, “We don’t have to talk about him, you know. I know your break up was pretty messy.” You let out a small laugh at her concern. 

“I’m okay, I promise. It was like 9 months ago, D.”

She nods and turns to look at the folded jacket, wanting to change the subject. “Did you want to look?” She throws her thumb behind her as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Yep.”

The jacket lays on the table in front of you, and you stare at the leather.

“It will keep him safe…” You trail off, meeting Destiny’s eyes as she smiles softly. The doubt in the pit of your stomach is unsettling, but you need to see the vision. You huff before tilting your head side to side and shaking out your arms. Sweeping your hair back, you square your shoulders. Destiny gives you a reassuring look, although there's tinges of regret and panic in her eyes. You purse your lips while your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your ears. 

As soon as you reach down and let your fingers graze over the material, you're transported into a series of flashes—snakes and blood on the walls, the floor, everywhere. The screams you hear are far away, but they’re close enough for you to catch the utter agony that powers them. Your eyes move wildly under your eyelids as you search for something that will tell you anything. Tears line the edge of your waterline, and the guttural screams grow nearer, the cries rattling your bones until you squeeze your eyes shut and rip your hand away from the jacket. 

You step back in utter terror. You feel sick as pure fear and anxiety churns in your stomach. The blood-curdling screams still reside inside your brain as you walk towards the door. 

“Where are you going?” Destiny yells. 

“Roman’s.”

—

Stopping in front of Roman’s new house, you scoff. Last time you were here was when he first bought it, and you left screaming and crying—a perfect storm for a perfect couple. 

It was also the last time you saw him. The two of you were freshly 18 and were addicted to the speed of your relationship; a year in and he was already asking you to move in with him. It was built to fail: his mother and your ancestors, your kind, weren’t a good mix. Olivia had threatened you more times than you can count, but Roman always defended you, even if you didn’t need him too. Maybe that’s why you fell so hard so quickly, because he was there when you needed him. To protect and to love. But then you fell apart and were never to fall together again.

Stepping up the front door, your hand goes slack against the door. Do you just barge in? Or be the polite ex-girlfriend and knock. You go for the latter and bang your fist against the pale timber. Not a second later, the door swings open and you’re met with a blonde girl. 

“Hi—” “You must be Miranda. I was just wondering if Roman’s in?” You cut in, stepping through the doorway despite her distress. “Um, you can’t just walk in,” She says as you look at the top floor, hoping to see the lean man hovering above. 

“Lovely house he’s got. Ugh, I remember seeing this and telling him it was the one.” You laugh. This sentence causes Miranda to pause in her spot, her face scrunching up in confusion. 

Looking towards the kitchen, two pairs of eyes are staring at you and, you have to hold in a laugh. 

“Peter! Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you,” You almost squeal as you rush towards him. He looks back at Roman in shock as you engulf him in a hug. “How have you been?”

Peter swallows with an unsure expression on his face, “Yeah, good.” You smile at him and then peer over his shoulder at your ex-boyfriend. 

“What are you doing here, Y/n? And cut the shit.” He mutters. He’s blunt with his words, but you understand why. It was messy. 

“Shit? I speak of no such thing, Mr Godfrey,” You give him a tight-lipped smile, sarcasm thick in your voice. You step back from Peter and watch as Roman saunters over to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks again, this time his tone is icy, and his stare is hard. 

“Does she know?” You ask before you say your true intentions, waving your hand in the air. Roman shares a look with Peter before shaking his head. You run your tongue along your front teeth then nod. 

“Ok. Well, firstly, I had a vision.” The sentence has Miranda instantly asking questions but is quietened by Peter who puts his hand up. Roman furrows his brows and steps closer to you, “What do you mean? About what? Does Destiny know?” The number of questions leaving his lips prompts you to lift your finger to stop him. 

“Destiny had the same one.” 

Roman glances over at Peter who shrugs. “When did this happen?” 

“Half an hour ago,” You move to sit on the couch as the boys stand and Miranda cowers in the corner. “And it’s very important.” You strain your voice so only Roman can hear. 

“Okay, well, tell me.” He says. You deadpan him as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly. 

“The woman you have both been fucking, she’s dangerous.”

From her spot, Miranda is overcome with anger as she pushes off the wall and stomps towards you. You keep a calm facade as she throws her arms in every direction whilst she’s talking. 

“Who do you think you are? Coming here at 8 am to run your mouth about God knows what and insult me and especially these boys.” 

You raise your eyebrows for a split second before standing from the couch to move in front of her. 

“Alright,” Roman buts in, his voice booming through the glass house. “That’s enough, Y/n. You can’t just come in here and insult her. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“You hardly know her! You don’t even know what she’s capable of,” You bite, spinning towards him. 

“I’m gonna go see Nadia.” 

You don’t recognise the name as you cock your head at Roman. 

“Who’s Nadia?” Roman freezes at the question. His shoulders tense and his body rigid as you tilt your head, waiting for his response. You grow impatient as the question lingers. At this point, Miranda has gone upstairs, and you watch as she punches in a code for a door. 

“She’s um—Letha’s.”

Your heart drops at the sound of your late best friend’s name. “You’re telling me…” You can’t find it in yourself to find the words as rage erupts in your stomach. 

“You’re letting a stranger look after Letha’s child?” You yell, “Peter?” 

“I only found out about her last week, Y/n. I’m as in the dark as you are.” He mumbles, head dropping towards the floor as you peer back at Roman. 

“The vision I saw was fucked up. If you saw them like I did, I’m sure you would feel the same, and you would want to be miles away from her right now.” You could cry at the sheer naivety of him. 

“You’re letting a complete stranger in on our lives! If anything, I’d be better off caring for my best friend’s child than some whore you picked up from the bar.”

The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you narrow your eyes at Miranda walking back down the stairs. She makes her way towards Peter and stands next to him as you are face-to-face with Roman.

“She’s feeding you vicious lies, Ro. Please listen to me.” You don’t beg, and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s in moments like these, you need him to listen to you; to trust you again. 

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, doll.” You roll your eyes and try your best to bite back a snide remark. 

“I’m telling you this because I love you, Roman, not because I’m jealous; don’t flatter yourself. Maybe start to think with your brain instead of your dick,” You place your palm on his cheek before you bring his other cheek to your lips, placing a kiss against his silky skin. “You know where to find me, baby.” Patting the side of his face, you step back, and without acknowledging Peter and Miranda, you walk out of the front door. 

Watching your retreating body, Roman feels a pang of remorse in his chest; the feeling leaving him breathless for only a moment before Miranda speaks.

“What a bitch,” She spits before Roman shoots her a stern look, “Don’t call her that.” He stares longingly at the door and then his legs take him upstairs and into his room, leaving the pair downstairs. 

—

Getting a call from Roman was odd. You assumed he deleted it when you broke up, but looks like he didn’t. The words that slipped out of his mouth hadn’t shocked you, but you felt like breaking down at the thought of Nadia missing. You hung up without a word, and every action you did after the phone call was aggressive, your anger evident everything you did. 

Storming up the driveway of his house, you spot Roman in the doorway, remorse painting his features. The look of anger on your face almost scares him and as he backs into the house with you coming at him. 

“I fucking told you I had a bad feeling and now look what she’s done! I can't believe you let this happen, Roman! I know you’re touch-starved and dying for female attention but come on, I saw this happening a mile away.” You snap, running your hand through your hair as Roman cowers with guilt. You hadn’t seen that expression before. 

You slam the front door behind you and glare at him. His look of regret slips and then irritation sets on his face. There he is. 

“And where were you? Hm? Probably off fucking some scum from the bar in town whilst I was worried shitless about my daughter.” Your eyebrows almost fly to your hairline as you listen to his newfound confidence. Rolling your eyes, you wave him off and turn to leave. You can’t bear to listen to his bullshit assumptions. 

“That’s right! Walk away like you always do.” He seethes, a frown contorting his features. You know he’s only saying that to get a rise out of you, it’s his specialty. So you don’t react to piss him off even more. You spin around to meet his hard stare again and stomp towards him, your finger up to press against his firm chest. 

“You really wanna go there, Godfrey? Really?” You see a flash of regret pass over his cold eyes before he leans down to your eye level. His face is vacant of any expression when he growls a response. “Yeah, I wanna fucking go there, dollface.” 

Your face screws up before you huff and step away from him. You bring your hands to rest on your cheeks as you feel tears sting your eyes. 

“I can’t believe you’ve let this happen,” You murmur. Roman growls, but when you look at him, he’s staring at the wall trying to stop the tears blurring his vision. 

“Where’s Peter?” You ask. 

“Fuck knows!” He yells, and you cringe slightly. Roman’s eyes go wide as he watches you shrink away. His face falls before he puts his hands up in front of him. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/n,” He says softly. You give him a small smile as you reply, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

His gaze falls to the floor before he sees your shoes. “Come here.”

Roman looks up to see you with your arms outstretched. You tilt your head when he doesn’t move and shift to wrap your arms around his torso. Being alone with Roman was different from when you were in a group. You couldn’t quite explain it, but he was far more emotional around you. 

“Hug me back, Ro,” You feel his shaky hands on your back as he bends down slightly, resting his head on your shoulder. Despite his arms around you, his body remains stiff.

“Loosen up; it’s just me.”

“Sorry, my family was never really the touchy-feely type.” he spits softly, “But you already knew that.” You only laugh and squeeze him tighter. 

Feeling his heartbeat comforts you. You haven't been this close since your break up, and even that was closer than this. You wish you never heard it; his cries against your skin. The sound and the vibrations make your breath hitch and your body freeze. 

“Let’s move to the couch, yeah?” You whisper, backing up until the backs of your knees hit the couch. Roman pulls away for a second as you lay down before he clambers on top. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his long arms around you. You wonder if he can actually fit on the couch or if his legs are bent awkwardly, but choose not to bring up the topic. 

“Could you play with my hair? Please?” Your eyes widen at the sound of the verb and the smallness of his voice, “I’m not gonna ask again, Y/n.” And there he is, the usual Roman. You roll your eyes and work your nimble fingers into his hair, the soft strands like silk against your skin. 

His sniffles eventually seize, and his body stops shaking as he calms down. 

“We’ll find Nadia. I promise you, Ro.”

[violetarks]

Just A Game: Gonna' Ask Her

Anime: My Hero Academia (SMAU)

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

Y/N took her car and drove down to Shinso's house. She had texted her roommates that she'd be out for the day, and when Bakugou asked why, she informed them. Both of them were extremely wary about the situation. Kirishima offered to come along.

By now, they'd been filled with worries, prompting Bakugou to call her.

"You're making a really dumb decision." Bakugou states, his voice booming around the car.

Y/N frowned a little as she stopped at a red light. "I know, Katsuki." She sighed out, running her hands down the steering wheel, "But I'm sure that if I don't do this, it'll haunt me the rest of my life."

Bakugou goes quiet.

Y/N knows her best friend. Bakugou's gone into his bedroom, which was further down the hall than Kirishima and Y/N'd. Bakugou is most likely leaning against the wall of his walk-in closet, door closed so that Kirishima couldn't hear his conversation.

Y/N also knew her other best friend. Kirishima is probably eating Bakugou's stress cooking (gydon most likely) as he watches work out videos and random short clips to get his mind off of everything. He's trying not to check his phone, because he's expecting a text from Y/N.

But they know her just as well. They know Y/N is tapping her fingers against the steering wheel because she's as nervous as she was on her first day of high school. Y/N probably has a cup of milktea in her cup holder, half empty within the first 15 minutes of buying it because she stress drinks like how Bakugou stress cooks.

"You know that you don't need him." Bakugou says, shuffling around the coats in his wardrobe, "I don't understand why you're so eager to mend things with that fucker. He messed up. You shouldn't forgive me, just because he suddenly wants to actually be honest with you."

Y/N turned the corner, sipping from her straw in the milktea. "You know I value your opinion because most of the time, you're right." She huffed, putting her drink back, "But... I don't know, maybe after hearing him out, I can finally get over all of this."

Bakugou stiffened, leaning against the door. He crossed his arms over his chest. After a moment, he says, "He doesn't deserve you, Y/N."

Her lips have parted by now and she's staring harder at the road. "Nobody deserves anybody." She replies to her friend, "People aren't entitled to 'win' anyone over. They just need to want them enough to persue them."

Bakugou shakes his head and leans it against the door. Of course she'd say that. As he closed his eyes, he spoke into the phone, "Let me rephrase that then, idiot." He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. "You deserve better."

Y/N chuckled after a second, shaking her head slowly, "You're only saying that because you miss the relationship I was in from high school."

"That was a Hell of a lot better than this shit." Bakugou stated.

"I'll fix this shit, Katsuki." Y/N spoke, looking determined, "Trust me."

So, Bakugou did. He hung up after telling her that he was making takoyaki for when she came home. He left Y/N with hope and her own thoughts.

She thought that Shinso and herself would be alone. But then, when she drove into Shinso's driveway, she recognised the two cars parked there. One was Shinso's stick-shift, the black car he used when they went around. The other was most definitely Midoriya's, a dark green Mazda Sedan.

Y/N knocked on the door, being met with Uraraka. "Oh... I'm—I'm sorry, I thought that Shinso would be here—" She began, feeling her cheeks warm up with embarrassment. But Uraraka waved her hands.

"Wait!" She said, stopping Y/N from walking away, "Shinso's here, he is! He's just, um... talking to Midoriya and Iida. He'll be finished in a bit."

Y/N only nodded her head. She sighed as Uraraka let her inside and told her that she could sit on the stool. Y/N took out her phone while Uraraka went into the room with all the yelling. It sounded like Shinso didn't invite them over. She could hear Midoriya try to stop him from shouting and Iida telling him to calm down. Uraraka quickly closed the door behind her, passing Todoroki while he walked out.

"Oh, hi Y/N." Todoroki spoke, sipping from his cup. He walked towards her spot. "How're you? It's been a while since we've seen each other last."

Y/N chuckled, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly, "Yeah, it has been. Pretty sure the last time I actually spoke to you was at laser tag."

"We should all go again." Todoroki said.

Y/N hummed, drawing circles on the marble counter, "Hmm. Maybe."

"Would you like something to drink?" Todoroki asked, already guiding her around the kitchen counter. He took out cans and mugs for the both of them. "I have some tea that Shinso mentioned you liked."

Y/N blinked at the thought. She then nodded her head, Todoroki asking her to fill and start the kettle as he put the tea bags in.

The door swung open to reveal a very flustered and messy Shinso. He hair was sticking up in weird places and he was breathing heavily. He looked like he was having a mid-life crisis. Y/N raised a brow at him.

"Y/N, I didn't think you'd come so early." Shinso said, fixing his shirt since he seemed a bit dishevelled. He cleared his throat and stood in front of her. "Um... Do you want to talk outside?"

"I'm fine with talking here, Shinso."

Her words were soft but icy. As if passive aggressive. Shinso had chills up his spine from how she spoke to him. Y/N sat up properly on the stool as Shinso shifted in his spot. She sipped from her cup.

Uraraka, Iida, Midoriya and Todoroki all stared at them. The girl then mumbled, pushing the boys ups the stairs, "We'll leave you two alone."

"Will he be alright by himself?" Todoroki asked quietly to them, making Midoriya and Iida nod their head profusely.

It was silent after they all went upstairs, probably not that far to hear what they were saying. But Shinso started it off.

"I'm really sorry for lying to you about that night."

After that, he said nothing. Or rather, he stopped speaking. Y/N only stared at him, brushing her hand against her neck. She waited for him to go on, to apologise further for the way he acted. But he was silent.

"I'm over that." She retorts, crossing her arms over her chest after drinking from her cup, "You apologised for that the last time I saw you."

"I—I know." Shinso replies, shifting in his spot near her. He avoided her gaze once again. "I just thought... you might want to hear it again. Is all."

Y/N sighed, standing up from her spot and brushing out the creases in her shirt, "Well, of that's all, then I'll be going. Is there anything else?"

Shinso held his breath. "N—... No." He replied, immediately regretting it as she nodded her head.

Shinso blinked as she went to the door after finishing her tea. She put her bag on and placed her hand on the doorknob. "Thank Todoroki for me, for the tea." She said, glancing over her shoulder to him.

Shinso stood in his spot, staring at her with wide eyes. She's just... leaving.

It's when the door shut behind her that he snapped out of his trance.

Bounding down the stairs was Uraraka and Midoriya.

"What are you doing?" Uraraka shouted, pointing at Shinso with a surprised look, "Go after her!"

Shinso looked back at the two, Iida and Todoroki poking theirs heads out from the top of the stairs. Midoriya puffed out his cheeks and spoke, "This is your one chance to make up for things! Go, Shinso, go!"

He stiffened up before waving his hands at them defensively, already walking towards the door.

Y/N was in her car, backing out of the driveway as she looks over her shoulder to the road. Shinso gulped, lifting his shoulder and running out towards the street. Y/N looks back to her front, pressing on the gas pedal.

But stops when Shinso stands in front of her car with his arms spread out wide.

Y/N harshly stomped on the brakes, feeling her body jolt forward before landing back on her chair.

She blinked, seeing him pant harshly.

"Shinso!" She shouted loudly, getting out of the car and standing up straight. She glared at him with bewildered eyes. "What is wrong with you? I could've run you over, you idiot!"

Shinso let out a sigh, walking over to her.

Y/N ran her fingers up her neck, her mind going wild. "You're so—so confusing! You just said that you had nothing left to talk to me about, and I drove all the way here just to hear you say 'I'm sorry'? Are you freaking kidding me?" She shouted at him, "Fuck, maybe Katsuki was right, I shouldn't have come here! We're never gonna' sort this shit out because you don't know how to just tell me the tru—"

Arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest, his head digging into the top of her shoulder.

Y/N stopped, stepping back to support herself as Shinso dove all his weight into her. "Shinso—"

"Can we take a drive?"

Y/N sighed, snaking her arms around his waist and holding onto him loosely, "Fine. Get in, we're going to go get food."

Shinso nodded his head. He let go of her after a few seconds, rounding the car to get into the passenger's seat. Y/N shut the door behind her, starting the car again and driving down the road.

"Do you think it's gonna' be okay?" Midoriya questioned, watching the car drive off from the opened door that Shinso forgot to close.

"He'll make it right." Iida said, fixing his classes as he walked back to the kitchen, "He has to."

"Shinso said he's gonna' ask her about her ex."

Everyone turned to Todoroki, sheer fear in their eyes as he read off what he got texted.

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[jae-canikeepyou]

| smitten | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: au + fluff + idol!jaehyun & solo artist!yn

a/n: hnngg gosh i loved writing this request ;-; i combined this too!! it might not be well-written but i’m pretty sure my fluttery jeelings hit me so hard haha hope you all enjoy reading loves! ~j.

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aggravating clashes of utensils fell on the wooden floor, the impact squeezed chests and jolted the life out of those who heard it. they were finally having the relaxation they waited for until the corners of their eyes followed the fallen items to the source of noise. jaehyun leaning forward against at the kitchen counter; legs about to give in with his phone in hand.

jungwoo approached him, worried that fatigue might’ve taken over the guy. he picked up the kitchen wares and towels, placing them back where they were meant to be. “hyung, are you alright?” he touched his friend’s forehead since his ears were prominent red, hot to the touch. “you’re not yourself since you woke up. got anything to say?”

jaehyun could only press his lips like he tasted his own blood. no words came out of him and this only heightened everyone’s curiosity. he walked back to where the others were and put his phone on the table. how could he explain this news to them without letting them start to tease? they already teased him last christmas’ performance with naeun. he was sure they’d do the same for this one. and as far as he was concerned, his heart continued to drum heavily that he could feel its pulse against his skin.

should i tell them? he asked himself.

“nothing.” his glanced quickly. what he missed seeing were the sly smirks that began to spread around his friends’ faces.

johnny started to tease, a satisfied smile growing where it showed his pearly whites. “tell me it’s what i think it is.” because of this phrase it made jaehyun’s ears turned more red and gave johnny the impression knowing he hit might’ve the bullseye, right at the center. “no way, so it is!” he exclaimed repeatedly and the younger one hoped he would shut it.

their cheers went from one to another and at that moment he knew they shared the same brain cell. “ha? no. stop assuming, john.” jaehyun gulped from his cup, swallowing it like it was bottom’s up. he kept it by his lips so it wouldn’t reveal his actual feelings.

“stop denying.” yuta propped his chin for a better position. “your ears gave it away.” if it was yuta, everyone knew they were automatically knocked out in the battle. no one could stand a chance against his words or actions.

“damn it! don’t point out my ears!” jaehyun groaned and accepted defeat by slumping on the table. he unlocked his phone then sliding it across the furniture.

they crowded upon the device and scrolled to see what nearly made the dude fall on his knees. it was only one word and that was enough to lit the light bulbs floating on top of the others’ heads. “oh well what’s the tea?” taeil asked, clearly pretending to be innocent since they were all interested now that jaehyun reacted sooner than expected.

mark shoved spoonfuls of cereal before seeing the entire digital conversation with their manager, he grumbled and hit johnny continuously as he reacted with his mouth full. “you‘re doing a duet with y/n?!” he asked that he nearly spat milk everywhere.

jaehyun exhaled, brushing back the strands of his hair and wore his headband. “yeah. the agency told me to collab a cover with her and said we start in two days.”

“you don’t sound excited. you nervous?” taeil opened a bag of granola bars and laid them at the center, soon devouring them like it were the last ones.

“up until now we’ve only collabed with boy groups.” he showed them the rehearsal pictures from that time. his shaky hands were proof that he was probably nervous.

johnny poked the guy’s chest to come back to reality. “shouldn’t you be less worried? she’s from the same label as ours.” his laughs have made all of them giggle.

the dimple boy wasn’t nervous or worried, it was incomparable to a grain of sand nor those two words were in his dictionary. he was perfectly fine with practicing with you. however, have his friends forgotten about what they did to him during pre-debut days?

he recalled the time you both first met, and that became the most-discussed topic within nct. it spread to all like wildfires. how that started was during trainee life. popularity votes were common and each had to choose the first place female trainee votes by male trainees and vice versa. the results came out, you and jaehyun ranked first. they made you both stand next to each other and this was when it got messy.

everyone tends to pair the firsts, so they began by teasing because they believed this was where the “developing” start. jaehyun knew what they did was a natural thing to do, all have experienced the hot seat and the endless snickers. if there was anything jaehyun would like to change in his body, it has to be his ears. they turned red the moment the ooh’s and yeee’s echoed the rehearsal studio. of course he did like you, but it was just like every person in the agency did.

you were a new artist who debuted under the same label as the said group; doing mostly of your orginals, small ost’s and covers. they knew you. in fact during trainee days, they’ve heard your name countless of times as there were praises towards your angelic vocals and coaches would use you as an example. nct 127 never heard anything from you since they debuted, but knew you were still in the label.

“it’s been years, hasn’t it?” jungwoo turned the television on. “from what i know, that was the last voting we ever did.”

wait what? jaehyun stepped out of his dazed mind and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. they didn’t forget? he looked at his friends as they light up in realisation.

taeil popped a snack in his mouth, entertained with today’s topic. “ah! right right! we did vote! y/n was voted as the first once!”

johnny waved his palms and shook in excitement now that the memory from years ago was brought back. “man, i’ll hug whoever came up with this idea. they’re smart. we should make them do a throwback picture too.” he said as he quickly dove into the deeper files of his laptop to look for pictures for proof.

jaehyun rubbed his face in annoyance that they remembered that time. his phone vibrated as it indicated a new message from an unknown number on the lockscreen. he was about to reach it when yuta’s reflexes were faster.. always* faster; swiftly taking it like they were carkeys. yuta loved teasing and scaring the life out of his friends. among them he loved seeing jaehyun fluster the most.

he put the phone in front of jaehyun and made the lad think he was showing the message to him. this was proven false when the screen unlocked from the face i.d., and yuta laughed devilishly, typing away in a jiffy, which jaehyun panicked and tried to take the phone back.

“dude let me just press ‘send’!” yuta screamed, his smooth movements were impossible for the affected boy to catch up to.

“what were you typing?” jaehyun got hold of the phone and stared at the screen, his eyes adjusting to the fonts within the message bubble.

[16:08] from unknown: hyemin, this is y/n. stop changing your phone #! are u even my manager why did you say i agreed? :/

[16:09] from unknown: oh whatever i’m calling you rn >:(

he jogged out of the dorm when it began to vibrate crazily, your digits calling him. his friends’ yells were soon muffled to a silence as the door behind him clicked to a close. he pressed the green button to answer. “hello?” his voice greeted.

a hitched breath followed by a gasp heard from the other line. he let out a low chuckle, making you more nervous than usual because you recognised the owner of the voice and you hadn’t talked with him since his group debuted.

he backed himself into the door, one hands in his pockets whilst he waited for the caller’s response. soft thuds hit the door and he felt it often the more the whispers behind the wooden partition. his friends were indeed listening, actually, they were eavesdropping.

“j-jaehyun?” you closed your eyes, then cursing at yourself for being too careless and straight-forward with your actions.

“hyun. jae.” he chuckled. uh-huh. did he just tease you? “i’m kidding. it’s jaehyun. you thought this number was hyemin’s?” he laughed over the phone.

oh boy, he was just as you remembered him to be. a humble person who caused a positive uproar within the walls of the girls’ rehearsal room. co-trainees of yours always mentioned his name; saying he was kind and a gentleman. you never saw him until you both stood in front of everyone as firsts. “i- uh.. sorry, a phone number was anonymously given to me. manager hyemin’s been playing pranks and..”

“i see, it’s alright y/n. don’t pressure too much because of this. i’ll see you soon though?” his voice pitched higher as if he was interested and looked forward to the duet. maybe a lot more higher when he called you by your name.

“mhm, yeah.” your toes curled from feeling your chest experience a good panic. “see you.”

jaehyun didn’t know why he nodded despite the short conversation being a phone call. he said a gentle goodbye and once you did too, he ended the call, swinging the door open and caused the boys to fall to the floor like dominos. “i’m not helping a pile of idiots. you did this to yourselves.” he singsonged and stuck out his tongue and prepared to take his leave.

the monotonous beeps ringing through the phone somehow calmed the waves of your uncontrollable heart beats. you laid on your bed defeatedly, face down to the pillow. the entire noise of your apartment was nothing but the sound of your drumming heart, pulsing against your flesh and you could feel it in your veins. “so what they (co-trainees) said is true.. jaehyun does make you feel things.”

little did you know, he was on the same boat.

whether or not it was from the results of being the firsts from the trainees’ votes or that he began noticing your presence often in the company building at every recording schedule of nct’s, jaehyun was shocked at himself that he couldn’t concentrate at all. you, a girl super laid back during trainee life blossomed to be a professional artist everyone came to adore. maybe including him too.

the venue you both were told to go was perfect for the duet cover. staff members already prepared two instruments and were placed at one corner with the wall of plants. jaehyun sat at the table, earphones plugged into his ears as his head matched with the rhythms of the song. he then caught sight of you approaching him and removed one of the buds. “hi.” he stood to pull out a chair, a smile creeping on both of your lips. “last listen before we start?”

“sure.” you took one and looked at him; an ethereal person in casual clothes, boyfriend material worthy. it’s no wonder people called him their first love. and this attire of his probably got you under his spell too.

trying not to sing out loud, you lip-synced the lyrics for the final time and swayed to each word. jaehyun took a good look at you, his eyes forming crescent shapes when he saw how embarrassed you felt— because you were caught by him. it hasn’t been a minute, the staff asked to be on cue and you both head to where the instruments were; a piano and an acoustic guitar.

instinctively, your hands reached for the edge of the piano, it was one you could play. however, jaehyun too, had his hands on it and simultaneously you both retracted. “you want to play the keys?” you hear him asked, immediately nodding at his inquiry.

he let out a nervous chuckle which was followed by his cute, jutted lips. “well i could play the guitar but it’s been ages since i last held one. my strums might sound rusty.”

“no problem.” you twirled on your heels and grabbed the guitar and saw an electronic finger drum pad beside the keyboard, pointing at it as well. “i’ll play these two and we’re good to go.” your giggles had him all feeling fluttery inside and he fought so hard to not be exposed.

he wasn’t going to lie. jaehyun’s heart did skip a beat. you were only doing final tunings for a better sound but the way you looked so dedicated with this field of work, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. sunlight appeared like it was your own emitting aura, almost identical to an angel that was heaven-sent. the light current of wind added to your source of elegance and the plants behind became your world. took him a second or two to fathom out that he was dragged into your beauty.

were you always this gorgeous?

because it has been days since he was told to do a duet with you, sometimes he felt his breaths trying to catch up with his racing beats of his heart. they were lacking behind, so far back that you being there or just sitting.. had him awestruck.

“jaehyun?” you waved small that he twitched in his seat, his thoughts cutting short from your sweet voice. “they’re signalling to test the camera. are you alright with one practice?”

he turned to the staff and said the cue. jaehyun did stretches before placing his hands lightly on the keys. you sat straight to not appear tired as you palm muted the strings, soon harmonising with the sustained chords he played. a duet rendition of say you won’t let go.

the camera panned sideways along its dolly track rail, your eyes followed the lens as you began to set the mood. you took a deep breath before singing.

“i met you in the dark, you lit me up. you made me feel as though, i was enough. we danced the night away, we drank too much. i held your hair back when you were throwing up.”

he was amazed that you quickly brought your hands out for a while to tap the buttons for percussions, each beat matched with the rhythm of his playing.

“then you smiled over your shoulder. for a minute i was stone cold sober..” his baritone followed suit. it was hypnotic that you couldn’t resist to stare at him as dimples subtly reveal themselves on his smooth skin on each word.

jaehyun’s eyes grew at the sweet soulful tone while you sang the verse that he forgot to sing with you at the next sentence. “i pulled you closer to my-” you continued in a harmonised key and later stopped, a giggle bubbling out of you.

his admiration for you was interrupted upon your laugh. the frazzled boy lifted his fingers off the keys, hands clasped together for an apology. “ah, i’m sorry.”

“it’s alright. don’t pressure too much because of this.” you said with assurance. “i get nervous sometimes too.” yeah of course you were. you got to collab with him despite your busy schedules.

the dimples on his cheeks deepened. did you use the same sentence as he did few days ago?

“you looked fine to me.” he licked his lips. “pretty too.” and he mumbled to himself, but you were too occupied with the guitar in your hand that you didn’t hear what he said. “can we start from the top?” clearing his throat, he was glad you didn’t hear it. or else he would be embarrassed.

singing with you was like coffee. jaehyun had this particular, specific impression as he spotted a café prior to coming here. he knew fans loved his voice, a unique baritone that was very prince-like. if he were to reference it, his vocals alone was like americano. people would get addicted to the taste despite it being uncommon in the kpop industry. although they enjoyed it, the staff thought it would be better to include you in the duet.

so you became the sugar to his vocals, a pleasant timbre that was as calming as the rain’s patter. voices perfectly blended together in different ranges, both delicate and careful. you have sung with other artists through covers and orginals, however jaehyun stood out the most in all of those, in which made you think this collab was the one you enjoyed.

[ both harmonising ]

“..and you asked me to stay over i said, i already told you i think that you should get some rest.”

“i knew i loved you then, you'd never know ‘cause i played it cool when i was scared of letting go.”

“i knew i needed you i never showed but i wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old.”

“just say you won't let go, just say you won't let go.”

jaehyun felt giddy inside hearing your voice fit with his. as you both enjoyed each other’s presence during the cover, he could sense that after today, he definitely took a liking for you— but his heart knew him better than he thought.

he fell in love with you on the spot.

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hours have passed and a total of five takes were recorded, majority of which three of them were slightly messed up because either jaehyun forgot his lines or you needed to be quenched or vice versa. jaehyun fixed his brown outerwear as he observed you from afar, tying a low bun to prevent your hair adding heat from the scorching hot weather. eyes extremely focused on the camera from the second last cover video.

all was finished for the day yet there was half an hour left until you both separate ways. jaehyun decided to buy drinks and got one for you as well.

the table you sat on slightly shook from the impact he did to place the ordered beverages. “i didn’t know what you like, so i got you latte.” he pulled the chair to sit, sliding the cup to you.

“hm, you sure about that?” you raised a brow and appreciated his effort to go out his way for this. “latte’s like my go-to drink. thank you.”

jaehyun kept himself composed, he had to hide his smile behind the cup. it was dying to show. he hoped you didn’t see him. your arms almost meet when he scooted closer to view the video together. the frame was perfectly placed at the center and you couldn’t believe you both sounded well together.

you heard his soft tsk’s, there were small amount of water rolling down his cup from the ice inside. he got up to get extra tissue. as you waited for him, you checked the device and clicked on its previous button. it was a video of him holding a wireless camera lavaliere microphone and with your mind full of curiosity, you played it.

it contained his ending ment and if you listened closely, it was for a vlog you were familiar with, a channel where he documented his daily ‘yuno’ vlogs for his fans. the motion automatically played and he spoke through the wireless mic.

something about this had you rewinding it twice. he was staring off into space as he spoke, his eyes trailing— actually following someone. he gave a little twitch and pout of the lips, that was the same when he forgot to harmonise with you. the wind blew his hair, revealing his dusted pink ears and eyes enlarging the more he followed where you went.

the thought of his reaction caused you to shy around him once he came back and had two desserts in his hands. maybe if the winds answered your prayers to confirm what you saw in the video was true, it could convince you enough.

the said boy handed you the utensils and as you had your first bite, he loved how the café’s lights became your glow, the music became your introduction. heat eventually spread his entire face.

yes, nature heard your calls,

and yes, his heart told him that

he’s so smitten with you.

[pi-cat000]

MSA time travel idea (part 40)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25  Lewis POV 3,  Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34, Lewis POV 5, Mystery POV 2, Lewis POV 6, Vivi POV 5, Lewis POV 7

Part 41: here

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VIVI POV

It is weird visiting the Pepper’s Diner without Lewis. Vivi has never been the friend with the car so Lewis or Arthur had always picked her up whenever she visited, meaning she’s never been here without at least one of them present.

Now, Vivi stands in the empty car park, trying not to look at the spot on which Arthur had been shot and Lewis had almost bled out. The memories of trying to frantically to help them both while knowing she would only have time to save one come unbidden, crowding at the forefront of her mind. She swallows, trying to shake the image and focus on locating Arthur’s van instead. Even as she scans the empty lot, her thoughts turn away from the task and back to that night.

Lewis had told her to help Arthur. Those had been his last words to her.

Vivi had already been in the process of helping Arthur so it was logical for her to continue.

Arthur was the less injured of the two, so had a better chance of survival.

Arthur was the rational choice.

If her dad hadn’t arrived when he did, then Lewis might have died, blood slowly spreading across the concrete, staining it red. If Mystery hadn’t done whatever weird supernatural thing he’d done to slow their blood loss...she doesn't want to think about it. 

/The rain has washed away any remaining scent. We will have to do a visual search./

Vivi blinks and there is no blood, no Arthur, no Lewis. There is only the silent structure of Pepper Paradiso, windows dark and lifeless. She rubs her hands together to rid them of the sudden chill creeping through her limbs, before folding then under Lewis’s borrowed jacked and hugging her chest.

“Ye…” She takes a shaky breath, “Yeah. I figured. The van can’t have been parked too far away though. It would have been pretty hard to walk around all these rocks and cactus in the pitch black even with a lightning storm overhead.”

/ A reasonable assumption. / Mystery is eyeing with something akin to worry, head tilted to one side.

She ignores him, walking past to scan for any sign of the van. Unlike that night, the sky is clear with a half-moon just peeking above the horizon, casting a faint grey light over the flat landscape. A gentle breeze tugs gently at her hair. The body snatcher wouldn’t have come from the westward side of the diner because she’d been looking out that way at the time, talking on the phone with her dad. Surely, she would have noticed its approach between all the lightning strikes.

“You head that way…maybe thirty feet or so. We’re going to search in a grid around the diner,” She points out to the main road adjacent to the diner, tracing it in the air with a finger to what she thinks is thirty feet, “We’ll work our way out from the road, moving in opposite directions away from the diner. Let me know when you find it.”

Mystery nods a confirmation but doesn’t move off immediately, opting to instead watch her with increasing concern. Vivi deliberately turns away from him, moving out from the building and off the concrete, picking her way across the uneven landscape, pulling out her phone for additional light.  Eventually, she hears the click of Mystery’s claws as he begins his search, jumping from rock to rock and disappearing amongst the low desert shrubs. Vivi lets her shoulders slump, all the stress and activity of the past few days finally catching up to her, weighing on her.  She shakes herself and pulls the jacket tight. With her phone’s dim flashlight barely providing enough light to see her own feet, it’s hard to avoid tripping over rocks and dips in the ground. It may look flat, but the desert is full of indents and holes. On the bright side, the rough terrain meant the van was probably closer to the road because there was no way anyone could drive very far across this. 

If the van is even out here at all. 

Doubt curls in her gut. 

What if she’d wrong about this too?

Across the darkened landscape the moon finally makes it fully over the horizon line. A new chill descends as the last of the day’s heat evaporates into the night. Vivi persists, continuing until the diner has faded into an outline. Nothing jumps out at her as being strange. It’s just empty in all directions.

/I have found it./

When Mystery finally calls an end to the search Vivi’s eyes are hurting with the strain of squinting.

“Where?”

Mystery’s telepathic projections don’t have a huge range so he must be nearby. She turns, twisting around to scan the darkness. A flash of white fur catches the moonlight. Mystery nimbly leaps over an outcropping of cactus in her direction, pausing to motion with a paw back the way he’d come.

/This way./

They make their way slowly back in the direction of the highway before turning to walk parallel to the road. A car flashes by, momentarily blinding her and she stops to blink away the bright splotches which briefly overtake her vision. The walk feels doubly long with how tied she’s becoming. 

Finally, Mystery turns back into the desert, following a sloping incline downward into a ditch where she spots a familiar orange rectangle. No wonder no one had found the van yet. Unless you were searching specifically for it, it would be almost impossible to see from either the diner or the highway.

Vivi exhales a long, hard breath of pure relief, hurrying to overtake Mystery.

Slowly, she circles the van, stretching up to shine her phone-light through the front window and into the shadowed interior. The seats of the van appear normal. There is an empty fast food bag and it looks like someone has tipped the glove compartment onto the ground. She peers further in, noting that their camping gear is no longer in neat piles but messy and scattered about. Nothing stands out as human-body shaped. She steps away.

“No dead bodies,” She tells Mystery, watching him finish his own circuit of the van, sniffing, eyes narrow.

/I smell blood. Quite a bit of it. The stench of that abomination is also strong./

“You can smell the body snatcher? Wouldn’t it just smell like Arthur?” Vivi questions even as she begins trying all the van’s doors in the hope that one is unlocked.

/These creatures are unnatural and they always leave behind aberrations. I suppose ‘smell’ is the wrong word. It would be more akin to recognising energy residue. Most spiritual energy does not originate from the physical plane. Thus, it always leaves behind some sort of stain./

Vivi rubs her forehead. She has questions. Of course, she has questions. Anytime Mystery says anything related to the supernatural she is left with only questions. Vivi files the information away for future contemplation, distracted when the van’s back doors open unexpectedly.

Both her and Mystery pause and glance at each other. 

Cautiously, she pulls it fully open and peers in. The first thing she notes is Arthur’s keyring, sitting discarded atop a mess of upturned boxes and camping gear. It looks like it had been tossed aside without thought or care. Arthur always took good care of the van’s keys, carrying them on him at all times, so it immediately strikes her as odd. But then, it isn’t only Arthur that they're dealing with.

“Weird,” She mutters, reaching to pick them up.

/Do not touch that./

She freezes, hand hovering. Mystery leaps up into the van, knocking over an open container of cooking utensils which rattle out onto the rocks, clanking off the hard surface. He sniffs the keys, huffing with disgust.

/It is covered in blood. It has a similar scent to that car. Also, I fear I smell Lance’s blood here as well…/ Mystery flicks the keys with his nose so they clatter to the ground at her feet, turning to clamber around the van, snuffling as he goes.

“Lance’s blood…” Vivi repeats, stomach sinking. There’s a lot of dirt -which probably isn’t dirt- covering the pocket knife Arthur has attached to his keys. Blood.

/Hmmm…this does not appear promising./ Mystery pops out of the van again, holding a piece of cloth in his teeth. He jumps free and drops the fabric onto the ground next to the keyring. She bends to pick it up, pinching a corner so she can lift it without touching anything. It’s one of Arthur’s shirts, apricot in colour, and splattered with darkened brown stains. More blood. She thinks she recognises the shirt as the one he had been wearing at the motel.  

/Whoever this second individual is, their smell is all over the van./

Vivi frowns, clenching her fist. “Do you think they’re dead?”

/Most likely./

“…Shit…”

She tosses the shirt back into the van, bending to pick up the keyring, carefully detaching the keys before throwing the pocketknife after the shirt. She slams the doors, breathing heavily, hands resting on the metal. She rides out a sudden wave of nausea threatening her merger lunch. So there had been a third person involved. Probably, this person was someone Arthur knew. Arthur had most likely been an unwilling accessory to the murder of someone he knew. That's not counting being forced to attack his uncle. Poor Arthur. She can’t even imagine what it must have been like. If only she’d got to him faster. If only she’d gone out to help him after Arthur’s fight with Lewis back at the motel. If she’d been with him that morning then she could have stopped him from running off to check his uncle all alone. Instead,  she’d decided to stay and console Lewis first. The wrong decision. She’d failed them both.

/Arthur would not have been able to stop this violence. These parasitic creatures are masters of all forms of manipulation./

“I’m not…I wouldn’t blame Arthur. Never,” She hisses.  Herself on the other hand….

/Neither is it your fault./ Mystery continues as if reading her mind /You could not have known. I should have been the one to act. I suspected foul play long before it was confirmed./

“You’re the family pet. I’m his best friend. I should have done something sooner.” Her voice sounds uncharacteristically hash even to her own ears. She ignores how Mystery grimaces.

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter now. I need to get rid of this evidence or Arthur’s going to get caught up in whatever ongoing investigation spawns when the police realise that whoever owned that other car is missing.” She still doesn’t know who this person is, and she doesn’t particularly care. Arthur would care probably. She didn’t.  Whether they were an employee of Kingsman Mechanics, a friend of Lance’s, some Tempo resident, it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was keeping Arthur as safe as possible with what little ability she had and if that meant destroying evidence then so be it.

She takes a breath, energised now she’s sure of her next move.

“We can’t leave the van here. Luckily, no one’s found it yet but we can’t count on that to continue.” As she speaks, she walks back around to the front seat, key in hand. Mystery follows. “There’s a ton of evidence here. Blood splatters, hair fibres, fingerprints. That’s not including Arthur’s pocketknife as a possible murder weapon.”

/You plan to hide the van./

“No. Not good enough. I don’t want this to come back and bite us later.”

She’s done making bad choices. Vivi starts up the engine and the van jerks rattling like it needs some proper maintenance. Arthur would have never let it get into such a state. She ignores the pang of guilt, driving recklessly over the rocks, dirt and sand and back onto the road. For what she has planned, the van wouldn’t need to be in any sort of drivable condition for much longer

“We’ll burn it,” She elaborates once they are back on the highway.  “That way, even if it is found, no one will be able to tie it to any missing person case resulting from that thing controlling Arthur. In theory anyway...”

She knows a place that is secluded enough that she would probably be able to get away with setting the van on fire and not draw a ton of attention. A place where she could leave it and not have it immediately discovered. Somewhere that wasn’t so far away meaning it would be possible for her to walk back to the diner with Mystery after she was done.

“Can you cast an illusion big enough to hide the flames?” She is sure she’s acting overly paranoid now but better safe than sorry. Though secluded, the area she’s thinking of is still in view of the road.

/I will have to transform to expand my illusion's range./

“Right.” Vivi glances at Mystery who’s taken his usual position beside her in the front. The concern is still creasing his expression and she quickly refocuses on the road. The last time she had seen Mystery’s kitsune form had been that night. Not a pleasant memory. The sight of Mystery looming over Lewis, all teeth and raw natural fury, glowing bright against an almost black backdrop, had been a constant in the recent spate of nightmares which had spawned from the event. Not that she had slept enough to have many nightmares.

The rest of the trip is silent and, in-between bouts of nervous energy, Vivi can almost pretend she is back with Arthur and Lewis, checking out some new local ghost sighting, laughing and joking. It is a short-lived reprieve as she is quickly turning into the small clearing, sandwiched between rock formations and overlooking a three-meter drop into a small ravine. Supposedly, the area was haunted by some disgruntled cattle rustler, run afoul of the law, chased into the ravine during ye-oldie times.  She feels silly thinking back on how serious she’d taken that investigation. 

“Was any of this stuff anywhere near real?” She asks, driving the van as close the edge as possible.

/ I believe most occurrences of the supernatural, as humans understand it, are merely echoes of past interference./  Mystery scans the cliffs, /If there was any otherworldly influence here, it has long faded./

“I guess that makes sense.” She mutters, distracted as she eyes the vegetation around her. It is sparse, so she doesn’t think it’ll be much of a fire hazard.

“You’ll be able to stop this from spreading and starting any other fires, right?”

Mystery hums to himself and begins to glow. Particles of light cling to his coat like dust motes, fading into the air around him. Unlike that night, the transformation is smooth, air shimmering and flowing over his physical form like water as he expanded to take up more space. Five tails fan out, splitting away from each other, opening like the petals of a flower before swaying languidly from side to side in an almost hypnotic pattern. 

/In this form I can stifle the flames if they become too much or contain the fire within a barrier./

Her breath catches and she nods stiffly, barely hearing him, too focused on how Mystery’s eyes flash bright red when he speaks. Bright, brilliant, red. Her hesitation is spotted and Mystery lowers head and tails, making himself smaller.

/I frighten you?/

Maybe it’s the lack of life-threatening conditions but Mystery's presence is not as dominating as it had been that night. There is less force behind his voice. Less raw anger. Even his tails seam to sag like they are taking on too much weight.

/I am sorr…/

“Save it…” She interrupts what was sure to be another in a long line of empty apologies, “Just… stand a bit over there, okay.”

Mystery seems to deflate further, wilting like a dying plant wanting for rain. The anxiety in her chest loosens ever so slightly.

With only the slightest hint of further hesitation, she begins riffling through the van's camping gear, pulling out a small jerrycan of fuel and dumping it out over the vehicle's interior. Next, she’s digging around for the fire starters and any spare lighter fluid to increase flammability. Out comes the blue zippo lighter with cool snowflake patterning.  She holds it indecisively, flipping it open. The small flame dances, bright in the night-time. Funnily, this will be the first time she uses this lighter. First and last.

This was it. Goodbye van. The van that had been a feature of her friendship with Arthur and Lewis for almost as long as she’d known them.

"Sorry Arthur.”  Another apology for the collection.  

She throws the lighter through the van’s open back doors. The fuel catches and flames spring up, spreading quickly. Soon, long tongues of fire are licking at the windows. A series of small cracks appear in the glass, spiderwebbing out. The heat is intense and she backs away so as not to accidentally burn herself. Sounds of snapping and popping echo in the ravine, the noise trapped by the rocks and cliffs.  Vivi watches the interior of the van blacken, metal reddening and warping. Dark smoke twists upward and disappears into the night.

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Note: An update in honour of the new MSA: Future :) Enjoy!

Part 41: here

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Four)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, graphic violence, death

Context: Elijah and (Y/n) hunt a couple of vampires down.

A/N: So I have quite a lot I want to write at the moment, meaning that I nearly forgot about this, so I apologise if it feels a little rushed. Again, the boys don't play a major role in this part, but they will later on in the story, I promise!

Masterlist

"Any chance we can try and keep this clean tonight? Clearing up is always a pain in this town." I whisper to the Hunter crouched beside me, our eyes fixed intently on the three figures further into the alley, their attention on something else entirely.

"I can't promise anything." Elijah chuckles lowly, edging forwards slightly as he draws his pistol, screwing on a silencer as he goes, signalling for me to do the same, waiting as I rush to obey him. Expertly, I cock the pistol and ready it for use, checking the clip silently in the darkness, taking off the safety as we move further into the alley, the two of us moving with each other as if we've been doing it for years. In unison, we lift our firearms to eye level.

"On three." Elijah commands, voice calm and steady, "One...two...three."

As one, we compress the triggers, the bullets tearing through the air as they hurtle towards our targets, easily finding their marks. Screeches of pain and outrage echo loudly in the alley as blood spurts from the wounds, though we don't pay any attention to them, cocking our guns again, firing at will, our rounds quickly depleting as every bullet finds its mark. Well aware that wooden bullets will not instantly kill them, we draw our stakes and step out of the shadows, advancing on the three vampires recovering on the floor. Upon seeing us, they snap back upright, teeth bared in anger and pain, eyes flashing ominously as they mimic our moves, stepping in time with us, ready to pounce at us. Internal conversation seems to happen, as they then suddenly lunge forwards, two of them colliding with me as the other attacks Elijah, knocking me to the floor with a grunt of surprise.

Instinctually, I kick out, catching one of them somewhere fleshy as I claw and stab at the other, the stake sinking into muscle and tendons why satisfying squelches, screams and cries of agony accompanying my every move, though they are short lived as the two vampires manage to pin me down, keeping me spread eagled and prone. Instantly, they both lean down to bite into me, one at my neck, the other at my shoulder, gasps of agony escaping me as their fangs sink into me, though a short bitter laugh accompanies it as they suddenly pull back, hissing and spitting in disgust and surprise, blood (both mine and their own) spilling from their open mouths. In that split second, I lunge upwards and plunge the stake into the heart of the closest, driving it deeply into the chest cavity, teeth gritting together as gore erupts out onto my clothes, staining my face.

Shrieking, the vampire falls to the floor, dying and writhing as I go to stand, only to be pulled back by the other, panic fluttering inside me as their hands clamp around my throat, nails digging into my skin, drawing blood as they start to squeeze, triumphant cackle loud and unpleasant in my ears. Struggling for breath, I claw at the vice-like grip, kicking out and writhing, the edges of my vision slowly going fuzzy as the oxygen stops reaching my brain.

Feeling my energy start to dwindle, I notice my limbs going limp, my arms heavy and leaden as my eyes roll back into my head, unconsciousness threatening to take over, prompting the vampire to suddenly drop me to the floor, my knees colliding painfully with the concrete. Instantly, it's hands are back around my throat this time with the intention of tearing out my windpipe, but I've recovered quickly enough, my hands reaching into my pocket, finding what I'm looking for. Twisting, I smash it against their chest, a cloud of mist enveloping the vampire as screams and shouts of agony erupt from them, the holy water grenade having the desired effect.

With one last burst of energy, I pull the stake from the fallen body of the first vampire and thrust it into the heart of the second, crying out in exertion as they collapse onto me, impaling themselves on it. Throwing it sideways, I look over at Elijah, who is crouched by the remains of the other vampire, blue eyes meeting mine across the gap, taking in my bloodied appearance critically.

"Lets not get too dirty, eh?" He remarks, standing and coming over after removing his stake from the vampire, helping me to my feet with a small flourish, inspecting my injuries in concern.

"Shut up." I growl, brushing myself off as I look him over, annoyed to find him nearly spotless somehow.

"Sorry. You gonna be ok? You've been bitten and scratched pretty badly." He muses, taking off his coat and offering it to me in place of my now-filthy one. Smiling tiredly, I accept the offer and slipbthe coat on, enjoying the sense of comfort it brings.

"I'll be ok, thanks. I'll go back home and fix myself up. You've got a hotel room, right?" I ask him, bending down to the bodies at my feet once more, taking the knife from my pocket as I do so.

"I do, but I can stay at yours tonight, if that helps?" Elijah replies, going to his own quarry and doing the same as I am: pulling back their lip and cutting out their left fang, soemthing all SRS Hunters are required to do, in order to prove a kill.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll survive the walk home." I decline, taking the two bloodied fangs and sticking them in my pocket, ready to go in the case back at my home, my fingers slick with gore as I slip the blade back into its sheath, my bites now beginning to hurt as I take the feet of both corpses and drag them behind a steel bin. Taking out the hip flask we all have to carry, I douse the bodies in lighter fluid, waiting for Elijah to move his own body over before setting them on fire with my lighter, aware that the remains will no longer be recognisable in the morning, after having been burnt and then obscured by the morning rain that will no doubt put out the flames before they can spread. Elijah watches all this with a critical eye.

I pull another bin across them before I turn to leave, grabbing my gun on the way, intending to take the back roads put of Santa Carla to avoid being seen and reported, aware that my appearance is not the most normal. Elijah follows me, keeping up a quiet conversation as I lead him through the labyrinth of roads and alleys, the two of us falling back into our natural habits with ease, as if we were both still Cadets back in Hunting School, joking and messing around with each other. It takes fifteen minutes of this for us to find his hotel, where he says goodbye and leaves me, still holding his holdall even after the excitement of the evening.

Blood stained and tired, I turn my back on the hotel and walk home, hoping to get washed before I get to sleep, hating the reek that has taken over my body, feeling stiff and dirty. Before long, the small shed comes into view, everything just as I left it this morning.

Grabbing the bucket of water outside the door, I head inside and lock myself in as best I can, going further into the room in the darkness, able to navigate it pretty well through instinct. Placing the bucket down, I reach into my pocket and flick on my lighter, locating a candle and lighting it, soon able to see a little better. I go around the room and light more of the candles placed around there, soon having a pleasant ring of light to do stuff in, only to then realise I'm not alone, as I first thought.

"What the hell happened to you?" Is the first thing I hear before I realise who it is, rolling my eyes when I recognise Paul's voice.

"Went on a hunt. Got messy and bitten. It happens." I prompt him dismissively, standing back a bit as I debate how to tell them to leave the room, in desperate need of some privacy so I can change in peace.

"You got bitten?!" David speaks up, stepping further into the candlelight with a worried look on his face, the others following suit.

"Yeah, twice. It's not the first time, David, don't worry. I'll just clean it and I'll be fine. Speaking of which, could you guys leave the room whilst I change? Please?"

Wordlessly, they walk out of the room and into the cold outside, waiting whilst i make an effort to clean myself up with the bucket of water, scrubbing the blood off of myself with some luck, my clothes needing a much more through clean, though that is to be expected. Pulling on some new ones, I go outside with my clothes and the bucket, leaving them there as I invite the boys back inside. Finding my first aid kit, I go to start dressing my wounds, only to find myself struggling in the dim light.

Dwayne immediately steps forwards to help me, deft fingers replacing mine as he works at cleaning and closing up the bite mark, his look of jealousy hidden to me as he sees the intimate placing of the wound. As his hands brush against my skin, I try to ignore the rising blush in my cheeks, turning instead to watch the others, only for my cheeks to darken when I see David, Marko and Paul staring at me with intensity. It takes Dwayne around five minutes to finish up, by which time the air is significantly tenser and more charged, as if something happened that no one was supposed to see.

He steps away from me, turning away as he licks his fingers clean, hissing suddenly at the tatse.

"Do you inject yourself with holy water? Why the hell does this taste so...painful?" He bursts out, dark eyes finding mine.

"All SRS Hunters are required to drink it, so that supernatural beings can't drink or use our blood for anything. It's quite a good defence tactic at times." I inform him, yawning suddenly as the energy leaves my body.

"Long day, huh?" Marko chips in from somewhere behind the others, the curly haired vampire chuckling at the grumble he receives in response.

"We should probably leave you, then. We just wanted to make sure you were alright seeing as we never really saw you tonight." David muses, reaching out to brush my hair from my face as he smiles down at me, blue eyes unnaturally soft.

"I'm sorry. It's gonna be like that for a few more days or so, as long as the Senior Officer is here, I can't see you guys so often. I don't want you getting caught." I warn him, standing from my seat as I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, my cheek tingling from where he touched me.

"A shame, but thank you, anyway. We'll see you around." David says, smiling once more before turning and leaving, Dwayne waving at me as he follows. Marko and Paul stepping forwards to sweep me into a hug before leaving themselves, crushing me against their chests almost protectively.

"See ya, (Y/n)." Paul calls as they walk out, leaving me alone again.

Part Five

[junetuesday]

sweetener - [twelve]

Tastes of Freedom

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count:  5913

Warnings: studying, exams, fluff, smut, food mentions

A/N: only a 7 week break between updates this time!! getting better!! maybe?? idk im sorry lmao. as always pls pls let me know what you think i literally live for comments and feedback even if its just a keysmash and some emojis!!

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This is what happens when i’m left unsupervised

Tom laughed under his breath as he read the caption of your Snapchat - a picture of a pile of flashcards on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand in the bottom right corner of the image. He just replied with an eye roll emoji as he tossed his bag into the passenger seat of his car, setting his phone down on top of it before he started to drive home.

He’d gone to the gym in an effort to take his mind off revision, but he’d had to put his phone on airplane mode because he kept stopping to text you and not actually doing anything. Which, normally, he wouldn’t have minded, but he’d driven all the way there so it seemed a bit pointless if he was just going to go in, text while walking on the treadmill, and then go home. And besides, he hadn’t been exercising a lot lately, besides a run or two with Tessa over Christmas, and rugby training would be starting back up again soon so he figured he had better get back to it. Plus, he did actually enjoy it; it made him feel good about himself, stronger, more refreshed - physically and mentally, which was something he definitely needed after all this studying.

So, once he’d actually gotten into it he’d had a good workout, and was feeling pretty good. His first exam on Monday had gone well, and he only had one more to do on Friday morning. You were also halfway through, having sat your first paper that afternoon. You were supposed to be taking the evening off to give your brain a break before your next and final exam on Friday, just giving yourself a rest really. It didn’t seem to be going that well though, judging by the texts you’d been sending wondering if you shouldn’t just go over some flashcards or just read over your notes or just something, and without Tom replying telling you to just chill out you’d apparently decided to go with flashcards. Which was fine, if that was what you wanted to do, but you’d said quite a few times that you were going to take the evening after your first exam off so you didn’t overload your brain, so it seemed to Tom like studying flashcards wasn’t really how you wanted to spend your evening.

The thought played on his mind as he drove off campus, and he wondered if maybe your message was your way of asking for supervision. He could do that - plus, the protein shake he was drinking wasn’t really cutting it in terms of satiating his appetite, so perhaps he could convince you to get a takeaway or something. So, after a quick check in the mirror to see how sweaty he looked - not too bad, considering - he drove to your house instead of his own.

It occurred to him as he was hovering outside to your front door (after spraying himself liberally with the deodorant he kept in his gym bag) that your bedroom was on the top floor, and judging by your Snapchat that’s where you were, so it was unlikely that you would be the one to answer. He debated whether to text you and say he was outside, but it was too late for that now, he’d already knocked, so all he could do was hope that whichever one of your housemates answered would recognise him. If they didn’t, what would he say? He took another big gulp of his protein shake as he waited - just for something to do more than anything - swallowing harshly when the door swung open.

Thankfully, it was Liv who answered - and he knew she would recognise him, seeing as she was always in his house. Not that he talked to her very much, but he saw her often enough when they crossed paths on the way to/from the bathroom. She looked a bit more… frazzled than she normally did though, her hair escaping from a messy bun that had migrated from the top of her head to somewhere near her ear, and an enormous fluffy dressing gown engulfing her entire body.

“Oh hey,” she smiled tiredly, stepping back to let him in. “She’s upstairs.”

“Thanks,” Tom murmured, trying not to hit her with his gym bag as he squeezed past her into the hallway.

Liv just nodded in reply before going back into the living room, and Tom thought he heard her say his name just before the door swung shut behind her. As he made his way up the stairs to your room, his calves beginning to burn by the time he reached the second flight, he wondered why you complained about his house being so cold - yours was just as bad. No wonder you wanted to steal his hoodies.

Tom knocked on your bedroom door once he reached the top floor, pushing it open after you answered with a rather distracted sounding ‘ yeah?’. He was greeted by the pleasant, if a little overwhelming, scent of vanilla coming from the candle burning on your bedside table. Your room was also considerably warmer than it was out on the stairs, he noted as he entered the room, so maybe he took back his previous comment.

You were sitting cross-legged on your bed, leaning back against the headboard and looking down at the cards in your hands, not bothering to look up to see who was coming into your room.

“Hey…”

Your head jerked up at the sound of Tom’s voice, your emotions showing plainly on your face - confusion, then recognition, then confusion again. You smiled as you sat up straighter, lowering the cards in your hands onto the bed.

“Hello?” you watched him as he dropped his bag at the foot of your bed and shut the door behind him. “You...what?”

Tom smiled as he sat down on the edge of your bed beside you. You looked very cute, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt with a pair of fluffy socks on your feet, and he would very much like to kiss you. Were you at that stage, he wondered? A hello-kiss stage? When he sat down you had sort of leaned towards him, so he took that as an opening.

“Thought I’d come and supervise you,” he twisted to face you more as he spoke, leaning across your crossed legs.

“Oh,” you smiled against his lips before they met yours softly. “Okay. Hi.”

“Hey,” Tom murmured between kisses, pulling back after the third (or maybe it was the fourth, he wasn’t counting). “How’s your night off going, then?”

You both looked down at the pile of flashcards between you as you sighed.

“It was going okay -” You broke off when Tom looked at you skeptically “- it was! But Liv and Mads started revising in the living room ‘cause they’ve got an exam tomorrow and it was stressing me out so I came up here to try and chill…”

You gestured to the candle on the cabinet and your laptop beside you on the bed, the screen dimmed on the Netflix homescreen, sighing. “...and then, I dunno, I just keep thinking how annoyed I’ll be if like, something comes up and it’s like ‘oh I was gonna look over that but I couldn’t be arsed so I didn’t’, you know?”

He did know, sort of anyway, so he nodded.

“Makes sense.”

“I’ve still got all day tomorrow and Thursday though, so like I want to take tonight to do nothing, but I got bored and…” you trailed off, lifting up a flashcard in lieu of finishing your sentence.

“I see,” Tom nodded. “Well, do you wanna watch a movie or something? Or I can go - sorry I should have asked before coming over-”

“No!” you reached out and put your hand on his knee, stopping him from going anywhere (not that he was really that set on leaving anyway). “No, you’re fine - it’s fine. Stay.”

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm, yeah. Movie sounds good. Though, actually…”

Tom raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, humming for you to continue.

“Would you mind testing me on some stuff first?”

“Sure - these?”

You nodded when Tom gestured to the cards scattered across the bed, so he gathered them up into a pile while kicking off his trainers.

“You’re not allowed to laugh if I pronounce stuff wrong,” he warned, lying back on the bed and holding the cards above his head.

“I promise.”

You ended up going through pretty much all of your cards - or at least all the ones you had out, Tom wouldn’t have been surprised if you had more stacks elsewhere - and you knew everything on them except for a few tiny little details, so why you were even stressing was beyond him. You were all huffy and frowny about anything you didn’t get, which was cute, reaching out to take the card from him to read it over before asking him to put it to the back of the pile to come back to at the end. After a little while you lay down too, your head resting on his stomach and your feet propped up on your pillows, which meant he could peek under the cards at you when you scrunched up your face while you thought about his questions, staring at the sloping ceiling like it held the answers. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for coming over, but it was nice to spend time with you all the same - especially having you lying on him like this. The only trouble was he was getting hungrier and hungrier, and his stomach was not being quiet about it.

“Yep, I think you got it all - sorry,” he groaned, cringing when his tummy rumbled for the third time in the time it took to go through your last two flashcards.

“S’okay,” you looked up at him as you spoke, laughing softly. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, sorry, haven’t eaten yet.”

“Me neither,” you shook your head, yawning as you sat up. “Can’t be arsed making anything though.”

Tom sat up too, propping himself up on his elbows and setting your cards down on the bed.

“Wanna get a takeaway?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, your eyes practically shining as you grinned.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes please,” you nodded enthusiastically, until your eyes went wide and you gasped. “Oooh or we could go to McDonalds?”

“Drive through?”

“Obviously.”

Tom considered your proposal for approximately 0.003 seconds before he nodded back, sitting up. “Sounds good to me.”

With that you got up and grabbed a familiar looking hoodie off the back of your chair and pulled it on, shoving your phone and purse into the pocket. You tried to put a pair of trainers on while Tom did the same, but unfortunately they didn’t fit over your fluffy socks, so you were forced to change to a much less cosy pair of regular trainer socks, and less than five minutes later you were in the car on the way to 24 hour McDonalds (after running back up the stairs to blow out your candle).

You talked the whole way there, pausing only to order and pay (Tom tried to pay but you leant over and tapped your card against the reader before he had a chance). You talked while you waited for your order, you talked while you parked up in the almost empty car park (10:30pm on a Tuesday was clearly not their prime time), you talked while you ate - about exams, about your night out plans for Refreshers week next week, about Tessa (Tom’s personal favourite subject), about anything and nothing and everything in between. You talked on the way home (after a second trip through the drive through because Liv texted you while you were eating so you had to get a McFlurry and a Happy Meal for her and Madison), until you were parked up outside your house and Tom had to regretfully decline your invitation to come back in. He wanted to, he really did, but he knew he’d fall asleep and he had work in the morning - he’d managed to get most of his shifts covered to give himself time for exams and hangovers over this week and next, except this one - so he was forced to bid you goodnight after a goodbye kiss (or five or six goodbye kisses) in his car.

The next two days went by in a flurry of cramming and stressing, but before long Friday afternoon rolled around, bringing with it the sweet relief of freedom - for both you and Tom. Exams done and dusted, gone in a matter of hours after weeks of work, the plan going forwards for this: chill, go for a celebratory Nandos, possibly nap (definitely nap), then get ready and go out to the End of Exams party at the SU. Step one (‘Chill’) was well underway - for Tom, at least, who was lounging quite comfortably on your bed while you shoved your revision notes into boxes and files so you never had to look at them again.

“My back is killing me,” you groaned, sitting up straighter in your desk chair and rolling your shoulders back until they clicked. “Might go for a massage as post-exam treat.”

“I could give you a back massage?”

You laughed but didn’t reply, just turned back to what you were doing at your desk.

“No seriously,” Tom continued, looking up from where he was scrolling aimlessly through Instagram on his phone. “If you want - I mean I’m not a professional but I’ll give it a go.”

You laughed again, but spun your chair around to face him this time. “Okay, sure.”

Tom moved to let you sit down on the edge of the bed, setting his phone aside and kneeling behind you once you were settled. He wasn’t really sure what he was going to do, but like he said, he’d give it a go. Sitting back on his heels, he began to rub your shoulders, working your muscles with the pads of his thumbs. You rolled your shoulders back again as he massaged them, cracking your neck to each side with a sigh.

After an indeterminate amount of time - time had a weird habit of going both too fast and too slow when he was touching you, Tom had come to realise - you twisted your arm behind your back, gesturing between your shoulder blades with your hand.

“Can do you like, this bit?”

“Sure,” Tom thought for a moment, paused, then swallowed harshly before continuing. “Probably easier if you uh, lie down and like...takeoffyourbra.”

“Oh you think?” you laughed, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Just a suggestion,” Tom shrugged, putting on his most innocent smile.

“Fine.”

You sighed as you rolled your eyes, reaching behind you to unhook the clasp of your bra. Watching you intently as you wiggled out of your bra without taking your top off like some sort of circus performer, Tom shuffled down the bed to give you room to reposition, kneeling beside you once you lay down on your front. His fingers brushed over yours as he helped you push your t shirt up to expose your back.

“Do you have any, like, I dunno-” he began as he ran his hands over your back, stopping when you cut him off.

“Are you about to ask me if I have any massage oils?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, your cheek pressed to your pillow as you lay with your head to the side. Tom didn’t know quite what to say, feeling his face heat up as the seconds ticked by.

“Uhh…”

“Why would I have massage oil?” you laughed, shaking your head (though your head movements were pretty restricted given your position).

“I dunno…” he shrugged, laughing too when he thought it through, hearing it how you would have heard it and realising it was a pretty bizarre think to ask. What did he think you were, a masseuse?

“I have body lotion on my dresser though?”

“Right, okay, that works.”

Scrambling off the bed, Tom made his way over the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. He scanned over the bottles and tubs sitting on the surface, trying to decipher which one might be most appropriate. After a moment he settled on one in a rather large bottle with a pump dispenser, ‘Smoothie Star Deep Moisture Milk’ printed on the front along with a picture of a milkshake - or perhaps it was a smoothie, given the name of the product. Either way it seemed like it would do the job, and according to the label it had an “irresistible scent” so that was promising.

Definitely not noticing that he could kind of see the outline of your underwear through your leggings now that your top was no longer covering your bum, Tom climbed back onto the bed and set your moisturiser down on your bedside cabinet. He knelt by your side for a moment, before deciding to just go for it and swing one of his legs over yours, careful to support most of his weight as he sat atop your thighs. Reaching over, he pumped a generous amount of ‘body milk’ (which now he thought about it didn’t really sound all that pleasant) into his hand, rubbing his palms together to try and warm it up a little before he touched you.

“Sorry s’cold,” he murmured as he started to rub it into your skin, hearing your breathing hitch slightly.

“S’okay.”

Your voice was a little muffled, your face pressed more firmly into the pillows as your body relaxed, but he heard you well enough. He started to massage the area you’d asked him to do, varying the pressure of his fingers and thumbs as they worked your muscles, sliding smoothly over your skin. You sighed contentedly as he continued his work, moving up to your shoulders, then back down to do between your shoulder blades again, until the majority of the lotion had been absorbed into your skin.

Tom was trying very, very hard to concentrate on what his hands were doing, he really was, but the thing was that your skin was very soft and warm, and the scent of the body lotion really was quite nice. He wasn’t sure if he’d go as far as irresistible but it was sweet and comforting - almonds, oats, and brown sugar, apparently, he saw when he squinted to read the label. In any case the whole experience was quite pleasant, and your thighs were warm and firm underneath him, and then he moved his hands to massage your sides and accidentally-maybe-a-little-bit-on-purpose touched the side of your breast, and he became rather more aware of other, lower parts of his body. Oh no.

His eyes flicked to your face to gauge your reaction - if you didn’t react, or looked uncomfortable, he’d stop and go back to your shoulders. He could only see the side of your face, and your eyes were closed, but he was fairly sure there was a flicker of a smirk on your lips, so he figured he could test the waters a little. You must have known this was a possibility though, surely? Surely it had occurred to you that a backrub might not be 100% innocent? Not that that had been his intention, but still, he was only human.

Tom’s hands moved down to your hips and then inwards, his thumbs working into the small of your back. You hummed appreciatively, which was encouraging, so he shuffled further down your legs as his hands traveled lower and lower until they were on your ass, and he could have sworn you pushed back against him. Tom squeezed your bum, gently at first and then a little firmer, his thumbs tucked under your cheeks. You hummed again, but this time there was definitely something more than just appreciation for a good back rub in there, so he leant down and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, then another to your neck, nudging your bunched up t shirt aside with his chin. He watched your face as you smiled, sighing. You began to shift beneath him, his hands moving to hold your hips loosely as you turned onto your back.

“Better?” he mumbled against your lips before you kissed him, your fingers weaving into his hair as you pulled his face down to yours.

You just hummed into the kiss, so he took that as a yes, and moved one hand up to your breast. Slipping beneath your t shirt, his hand kneaded your breast firmly, feeling your nipple hardening beneath his palm. You whimpered softly into his mouth when he pinched it between his fingertips, his tongue dipping into your mouth as your jaw slackened.

Grinding against you as you kissed, Tom moaned at the sensation of his hardening cock rubbing up against you, even through his clothes. His lips left yours as he moved to kiss down your neck and chest, pushing up the front of your top to expose your body.

He sucked your right nipple into his mouth while his hand continued to play with your other breast, rolling his tongue over it until it was firm between his lips. You whined, and he was very thankful that he managed to open his eyes and look up just in time to see you biting your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering shut. He switched his hand and his mouth then, his fingertip tracing small circles over your damp nipple while he covered the other with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth until you whined again, tugging on his hair.

Scattering kisses across your stomach as he went, Tom continued his way down your body, his hands tugging down the waistband of your leggings and underwear together. Pulling them down, he moved down the bed until he was at the foot of your bed, helping you wiggle out of the tight material with a breathy laugh when it caught on your ankles.

Your leggings finally cast side, Tom knelt between your legs as you spread them open for him. His t shirt soon joined your leggings on the floor before he lay down, his fingertips brushing over your inner thighs as he pressed kisses to your hips. His hands and lips travelled down over your body, his middle finger slipping inside you as he sucked hard on the soft skin at the very top of your thigh. Searching for the spot he found last time, Tom twisted his wrist, curling his finger - and judging by your sharp intake of breath, he found it. Adding a second finger and crooking it at the same angle, he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread across his lips - but with his face buried between your thighs, you wouldn’t have seen it anyway.

Your fingers toying gently with the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck as he worked, Tom took his time; flicking his tongue in firm circles, tracing long lines up and down, sucking and licking your clit while his fingers alternated between slowly pumping in and out of you and curling to stimulate that spot inside your walls. He savoured all your little moans and gasps, the twitching of your thighs, the tightening of your fingers in his hair, until:

“Oh fuck-”

Between your whimpered curse and the tension in your body, Tom knew you were about to come. He moved his hand faster, fucking you with his fingers until your back was arching, your hips jerking up as you squeaked out a moan, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came. He’d learnt by now that when he thinks he should stop he should actually keep going (and then stop), so he kept on moving his tongue in firm circles over your clit even once you stopped grinding against his mouth, your nails digging into the back of his neck as your orgasm continued to shudder through your body. He only slowed his fingers down once you began to relax, your hands leaving his hair as you let out a long, deep breath. Tom tilted his face to the side, kissing your thigh softly as he looked up at you, your eyes just blinking open and your teeth releasing your bottom lip from between their grasp.

Your hands rubbed his shoulders as he moved back up your body, giggling when he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he kissed you. His arms bracketed your head as you kissed, supporting his weight over you as he lay between your legs. You cupped his face with one hand, the other trailing down his torso to undo his jeans. Tom sighed in a mixture of pleasure and relief when you pulled his boxers down enough to free his cock, your hand beginning to pump his length. Your thumb brushed over the head with each movement, his sensitive skin tingling beneath your touch. He tilted his head to the side as you moved to kiss his neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark just below his jawline. He had just about been able to stop himself thrusting into your hand up until then, but if you were going to be doing that, or nibbling on his earlobe, or moving your other hand from his cheek down to squeeze his ass, then he could hardly be blamed if he pressed his body closer to yours, your fingers tightening around his cock as he thrust into your hand. Your hand on his bum was pulling him closer to you anyway, so he didn’t have a choice, really.

It wasn’t long you both wanted, needed more, though, so with swollen lips and heavy breaths Tom off you to take his jeans off, pressing one more firm kiss to your lips before he did so. You sat up and took a condom from your bedside cabinet while he discarded his jeans and boxers, passing it to him once he was back kneeling between your thighs. He always felt like he had to fight the urge to say thanks when he took a condom from you, which didn’t really make any sense, like you needed it as much as he did? But anyway, this was not the time to ponder the proper etiquette of receiving condoms - you had one, it was now in situ, so he had more important things to think about.

Tom groaned as he eased into you, kissing your neck as you lay with your head nestled among the pillows, your legs spread open wide. He pushed into you slowly, gradually getting deeper with each thrust in and out until he was about to bottom out inside you. Looking down between your bodies to watch, he pulled out almost completely then pushed all the way back in, feeling your breath hot on his skin when you moaned.

Your fingers threaded through his hair once he was settled over you again, pulling him closer. You kissed his neck as his hips ground against yours, moving to suck just above his collarbone when he began to thrust steadily into you. Your teeth nipped at his skin, your tongue soothing the sting as his cock hit deep inside you with each jerk of his hips.

Squeezing your breast with one hand while the other held your waist, Tom dipped his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He started to kiss your neck, but you all but panted his name in his ear and tugged on his hair, so he ended up kissing your lips instead. All roaming tongues and smacking lips, you kissed messily, you whimpering into his mouth when he shifted the angle of his hips and hit deeper inside you. Your bodies weren’t positioned quite right for him to carry on hitting that angle, though, so he was forced to pull away from your hungry kiss and get to his knees (glancing behind him as he went so he didn’t hit his head on your stupid slanted ceiling).

Your arms fell either side of your head as it dropped back into the pillows, bending your knees to adjust to the new position, his legs slotting into place under your thighs. His hands gripping your waist, pulling you down onto him to meet each thrust of his hips, Tom looked down at you through heavy lids, watching your face, your body. Your mouth hung open slightly as you gasped out quiet ohs and fucks each time he thrust into you, your brow furrowed in pleasure and your breasts bouncing under your t shirt with every jolt of your bodies, your back arched as you gripped the pillow behind your head. Every now and then he reached down, his thumb brushing back and forth over your swollen clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your pussy pulsating around his cock as he rubbed your clit.

He was close, he knew, but thankfully he knew that you were too. You bit down on your bottom lip and looked up at him with almost pleading eyes as you lifted your legs higher still, bringing your knees closer to your chest as Tom shifted to lean down into you more. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held your legs up at your sides, one of your hands reaching down between your bodies to replace his, your fingers working your clit. The bed creaked under you as Tom thrust into you hard and fast, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch you come apart beneath him. You released your lip from between your teeth as you came with a heavy moan, your thighs shaking under his palms and your walls clenching around his cock - and that was it, he couldn’t hold out any longer. Eyes squeezing shut, he groaned as he came, slowing down his thrusts to a steady grinding inside you to try and draw out both your highs.

Doing his utmost not to collapse on top of you, Tom shifted to rest his weight on his forearms as he kissed your neck, breathing heavily. You wiggled under him, lowering your legs slowly either side of his hips as you smoothed stray hairs back away from your face.

“What?” he mumbled against your shoulder when he heard you breathe out a laugh. Tiredness tugged at every one of Tom’s muscles, but he mustered up the strength to pull up and out of you, falling down onto his back once you’d shuffled to the side to make space on the bed beside you. “Why’d you laugh?”

“Just thinking- ” you mused, turning your head to look at him. “- interesting type of massage.”

“Yeah, well,” Tom chuckled, shrugging as he sat up. “Special clients only, you know?”

“I feel very privileged,” you smirked at him as he stood up to get rid of the used condom and its long-discarded wrapper.

Tom looked over his shoulder at you just as you were sitting up, pulling your t shirt down over your stomach and looking at the floor around your bed, presumably in search of your underwear.

“What sides are you getting?”

“Huh? Oh,” It took Tom a moment to catch up with the sudden change of subject, slightly preoccupied with cleaning himself up with a tissue at that precise moment. Truth be told, he’d kind of forgotten about your plans to go to Nandos. He was pretty tired anyway, after being up late last night cramming and then up early for his exam this morning which in itself was mentally tiring, and now this exertion of physical energy was more than enough to push him over the edge into nap territory - especially if he was going to go out tonight. But, you had been very excited about it, and he was quite hungry now that he thought about it, so he supposed he would make the effort. And now that he was thinking about it, he came to a decision as to which side dishes to get pretty quickly. “All of them?”

You nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“Good choice.”

Tom just about made it through driving to and from Nandos and eating without falling asleep, though driving back was significantly more taxing. On the way up to your room he grumbled internally about the decision to go back to yours - there were just too many stairs between the front door and bed for his liking - though he supposed it did make sense for both of you to get ready at yours. He’d only needed to bring like four things with him, whereas who knew what manner of equipment you’d need to get ready. And, as you were saying as you finally made it to your bedroom, you didn’t even know what you wanted to wear yet.

“What are your options?” Tom stifled a yawn as he took off his jacket, sitting down on your bed and kicking off his shoes.

“Ugh,” you sighed, throwing your own jacket on the back of your chair and opening your wardrobe. “I think these?”

You took out three dresses on hangers, holding each one up for him to see before tossing them onto your bed - or at least, he assumed they were dresses, but who knew, honestly. They all looked nice enough to him, and you always looked good anyway, so he asked what he considered to be the most sensible question:

“Which one is comfiest?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment before replying. “The black one.”

“Wear the black one then.”

You looked from the dresses (?) to Tom, then back again, then nodded.

“Okay,” you said decisively, bundling the clothes up in your arms and dumping them unceremoniously on your desk chair before wiggling out of your leggings. “That was easy, thanks.”

“No problem.”

Tom struggled to hold back another yawn as you closed your blinds, blocking out what remained of the daylight trickling through the window above your desk. Taking off his jeans and kicking them off the end of your bed, he shuffled over as you pulled back the duvet to get into bed beside him. Turning onto his side once he’d joined you under the covers, Tom smiled sleepily as you lay down facing him. He was pretty sure you smiled back, equally sleepily, but he hardly saw it, his eyes already closing without his consent nor permission. He felt like he was about to say something, but he couldn’t remember quite what it was, and he was falling asleep now, quicker than even he expected. Never mind, he resolved, if it’s important it’ll come back to me later - later...later! That was it, he was thinking should probably set an alarm so the two of you didn’t sleep too late and miss predrinks or something disastrous like that.

“What time-”

“Shhhhh!”

Tom opened one eye to see you shaking your head, your eyes closed even as you reached out to blindly press a silencing finger to his lips (well, his nose first, but it was clear you were going for his lips).

“Nap now, words later.”

Okay then, he closed his eyes again, already feeling sleep pulling at his mind and body, nap now it is.

⋘ ELEVEN | THIRTEEN ⋙

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[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: gloxinia 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: nanao taichi/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.2k words 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: mullin, visibly cxnfused

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a cute surprise, and either reader is too observant or taichi isn’t as slick as he thinks  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this work is a part of the flower shop event, a series of unconnected flower shop AU one-shots

You couldn’t have predicted that within the five or so minutes you were gone, a surprise in the form of a flower awaited you.

For a short time frame, you had gotten up to scour the wooden shelves for a particular reference book you needed for your essay. It was relatively easy to find— though your school’s library didn’t have the biggest assemblage, the title was sought-after enough to have a few copies provided by the faculty. With little to no detour you immediately went back to the table you, and only you, occupied, only to become momentarily stupefied.

It was a bit of a sight to behold, not by its size but instead how it misplaced it looked against its backdrop— a striking shade of purple against the white, lined papers your notes were hastily written on.

For quite some time, you inspected it as though it was a foreign entity; in truth, you recognised nearly every aspect of it. From the filler baby’s breath accenting the singular flower, to the white tissue papers wrapped the flower, to the dainty little ribbon with a flower shop’s name tying the whole thing up nicely.

Everything was familiar about it save for one thing— the addresser.

You pulled out what would surely be a hint to who sent it, a letter, maybe even a name that would designate the flower surely wasn’t for you.

Somehow, the sight of the pastel yellow paper made your cheeks flush more than the flower itself. Despite not having read anything yet, holding the heart-shaped origami envelope between your fingers made you realise that, yes, there was a pretty high chance that someone meant to give you these— that someone liked you enough to give you something with romantic intentions, albeit not in person.

As you unfolded the envelope, you couldn’t help the quiet giggle that left your system. Five words, as simple as they were, were enough to draw a smile upon your face as you found yourself rereading the slightly messy handwriting several times over.

I like you a lot!

Head shooting up, you scanned the room for anyone who could have possibly placed it there— if not him or her, at least an accomplice? To your disappointment, you doubted the people in the mostly vacant room had anything to do with it.

Doing your best to fold the paper back to its original design, you pondered what to do next— what would happen next. Was this just a one-time thing? Were they going to do something again? Would they actually confess to you?

Beyond giddiness over a potential admirer, it was hard not to feel curious over a guy who gifts you a flower from the very same flower shop you part-timed in.

…

As two weeks go by without a noise from them, you figured they had either planned that to be a one-time, doing this to move on thing, or perhaps that the whole thing was some elaborate, weird joke by someone in school.

It was pretty clear to you they didn’t want to be found, if you were to base it on the fact that they gave you no clues to their identity whatsoever, save for their handwriting and the fact that they knew some degree of origami. If they even made it themselves.

… well, technically you could just ask your boss about the appearance or anything of who bought that particular bouquet but that didn’t seem very moral of a choice.

Honestly, you didn’t think you’d ever find out who gave it at this rate,

until you did.

Undeniably, the way you put two and two together was incredibly anti-climatic and all around simple.

“Taichi-kun, do you want to split the work? Like, me doing odd and you doing the even numbers?” he seemed to tense up the moment you talked to him, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had said something wrong. Maybe he wasn’t that good with this particular topic? You couldn’t say it was your favourite lesson either, so maybe it would be better to just help each other out?

“Actually, we can answer it together too! We have the time,” you added quickly, looking at him to gauge his reaction. Without any time spared for you to worry, he seemed to instantaneously beam like the sun, a warm glow accompanying him, cheeks dusted with red, a few shades lighter than his hair.

“Yeah! Let’s work on it together!” his exclamation caught you off-guard— it was unusual for someone to act like an excitable puppy over a 20 item math pair-work worksheet of all things, but all the same it was quite adorable!

You pushed your desks together so the both of you could answer the paper properly, barely any side by side distance between the two of you save for the wooden chairs which you two sat on.

The realisation wasn’t gradual. Actually, it was rather immediate— perhaps you’d spent too much time staring at the 5 words he wrote down, but the moment he started writing both of your names on the paper you already knew it was him.

You’d be lying if you said the initial appeal of this, whatever this was, wasn’t the idea of someone liking you; now that you were 99% sure it was Taichi, however, the feeling of delight and thrill didn’t go away whatsoever.

He hardly knew you, you were sure of that much! You definitely barely knew anything about him, too, save for a few instances where you’d work together as a group or through unintentionally eavesdropping here and there.

… but while you couldn’t (immediately) reciprocate, you couldn’t deny wanting to get to know the guy who gave you a flower with that kind of meaning, whether he knew it or not.

“Taichi-kun, you’re good at origami, right?” you mentioned suddenly, not failing to notice how your seat mate seemed to perk up like a puppy’s ears would. Cute? Was he always like this?

“W-wait, you noticed?!” as soon the words left his lips he began to fumble, trying and failing to take back his words before settling for just straight-up admitting to it. “Ehe, I think I am! If you request something, I can make it!”

His moment of confidence rendered a smile out of you, although… since he offered… perhaps you could take the chance to do one last verification? You momentarily wanted him to make the litter heart envelope you’d been cherishing quite recently, but perhaps that was too simple.

“Can you do flower origami?”

“Yep! Tulips, lotus flowers, lilies, you name it!”

“Wahh, that’s cool! How about—“ the moment the name of the flower left your lips, Taichi’s pen nearly fell from his fingers. His face had already gone as bright as his hair, but you couldn’t help but tease him, at least one last time.

“We had them at the flower shop I part-time in,” you could practically see the cogs in his head turning the more you talked, until he let out a noise with semblance of a whine and a gasp the moment the name of your workplace escaped your throat.

Though you weren’t the most confrontational or assertive of people, you really couldn’t help yourself— a little teasing side of you opened up from trying to match his vibes.

It was as though, despite the multiple sources of noise coming from all directions, your mind only focused on the two of you, and how else your relationship would continue from today.

“ thank you for your hard work today at the flower shop! here, feel free to take home this gloxinia with you~ ”

【 gloxinia 】 love at first sight

“ maybe you’d like some more flowers before heading home? ”

-ˋˏflower shop masterlistˎˊ- |  -ˋˏfic masterlistˎˊ-

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn’t mention what flower was given by taichi because i’m a dummy and forgot gloxinias were more of potted/house plant flowers- as in, i don’t know if they can be in bouquets/sold per piece? oopsies~

[harryandhishook]

Thanksgiving Secrets

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Background Hugo x Damien

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Erm … Coming out? Swearing? I have no idea

Summary: After going to College, Lucien is invited for Thanksgiving with his Dad, Hugo and Ernest, however, Ernest hasn’t been his normal self and some secrets are revealed 

Words: 4059

Requested: Nope, I wrote this last November in a book on a coach coming back from Walk Disney World Florida

Side note: Before I give my apologies, I AM A TRANS MAN, if anything in here sounds off or doesn’t sound like how you expect a coming out story is, just remember, everyone’s coming out story is different and I tried to do this the best I can.

Also I am so so sorry, I know I haven’t uploaded in ages and I know there is no excuse but University is a bitch, my mental health is not good and my Grandmother (Who raised me) is pushing me to my limit and I’m so close to cutting contact with her. Sorry to unload all that to you but I’m trying my hardest to keep myself together and not just quit everything.

Here, have a cute Gif of Damien stroking a cat :) And sorry for any errors in the writing, it’s long and I still don’t have anyone to read my stuff over for me :(

Growing up wasn’t as bad as people thought it was, it just … sucked. When people aged, they found their soulmates, got jobs, leave to see the world, people grow up in body and mind.

It was around the time that Lucien was in his final year of Highschool when his Dad and Hugo finally confessed their feelings to each other and became a thing, Ernest was still young and very much acting out.

Lucien was the quickest to accept it, he was a little hesitant at first seeing as it was just him and Damien through his entire life and his Dad wasn’t exactly a stereotypical person, he may not act like it but when it comes to his Father, he is crazy protective over him and well, he didn’t want to let him get hurt, however, over time, he realised just how much the two Cul-De-Sac Fathers loved each other.

Ernest on the other hand, he couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that his Father was dating, he couldn’t accept that he could one day have a Stepbrother, he just couldn’t accept any of it. The boy did everything to try and stop it, he acted out even more than usual, tried to split them up, he did whatever he could think of but no matter what, Damien would always treat him like he was his own son.

Now, a few years down the line, Lucien decided to prove every one of his disapproving teachers wrong and leave for College, all the while Ernest was stuck in his final year of Highschool, now, the pyromaniac delinquent was still one of his biggest features, something he was still well known as but the young Vega boy was actually a lot calmer than before and actually tried his hardest to settle down.

Damien and Hugo knew that Ernest never really had much of a problem with telling someone, even if it was through anger, how he felt and both Fathers had come to think that maybe the boy had completely reformed himself, figuring himself out, growing up from the mischievous boy they had watch destroy himself with hate and they both hoped that the boy would stay that way.

This year, the family decided to host Thanksgiving together, Lucien agreeing to travel down and stay for two weeks with them all while Damien tried to get as much time as he could from work for his Son. Luckily for Hugo and Ernest, the school boiler had decided to explode quite abruptly, leaving almost the entirety of the upper school, Hugo and Ernest area, flooded, giving them both the opportunity to stay at home for longer.

The day Lucien arrived home, he two Dad decided to meet him at the bus station, they had asked Ernest who had politely refused which was not much of a surprise to them, he barely left his room recently, he didn’t say why but they expected it may have possibly been school work.

When they had arrived at the station and greeted Lucien very happily, they had both shrugged off his question of, ‘where’s the brat?’, stating that he was busy and found it difficult to put his stuff down, not wanting him to worry too much when he had only just got there.

When Lucien got to the house, he was more than happy to wave at all his old neighbours with a wide smile on his face, anyone from a mile away could tell he had missed Maple Bay. It took almost an hour before the emo was able to walk through the door, not only did he need help with bags, his neighbours that he had waved to, mainly Mary, Joseph and Brian, had taken it upon themselves to bombard him with questions … okay, mainly Joseph and Brian, Mary was just happy to see the little monster again.

Finally, Lucien was in the clear, bags in the hall, coat and shoes off, placed neatly in their respective places while Damien rushed off to make them all something special to eat that night. The bo-young adult moved through his old home without so much as looking where he was going, all perfectly memorised until he reached the room that he never really needed to go into, the room that was never used into recently, Ernest’s room.

With a soft knock, Lucien waited, he knew that even with Ernest being older and probably not bothered by the emos presence, he still needed privacy,

“Who is it?” came a quiet and tired sounding voice, to anyone outside of the family, they would have thought someone else had spoken but Lucien could recognise the little shits voice better than anyone,

“Oi, dickhead, you gonna open up for your favourite brother or not?” Lucien playfully replied, hoping his usual attitude and joking ways could coax Ernest out of his little hiding mood. It took a few moments but soon enough, the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking and very messy looking Ernest, his hair was a mess, his clothes looked like they hadn’t seen a washing machine in years from how crumpled and wrinkly they were and finally, even if the boy thought no one could see, Lucien wasn’t so easily fooled as to not see the dried tears staining his cheeks,

“Ernest, man, what happened?” the emo asked, pushing them both into the room so he could block out everyone else once the door was shut, “You look like shit, when was the last time you had a shower? What the hell happened to you dude?” he asked, well, more demanded to know as he continued to push the younger boy into the room, sitting him on the bed before shuffling around the piles of clothes and trash, picking up the laundry to move out into the hamper before picking up every single piece of rubbish and crap left on the floor,

“Nothings wrong, Luce, I’m fine, I’ve just been busy, you know how it is, final year of school and all that” Ernest protested, trying his hardest to sound normal but failing miserably to convince his best friend and brother,

“Yeah, bullshit, if you’re so busy with work then I’m the straightest man alive, you’re lies ain’t gonna work on me so either you tell me what’s going on or have a shower, you smell like death so pick one or the other” Lucien demanded sternly, giving him a pretty simple choice, now to see if Ernest would actually pick one.

Luck would have it, Ernest grumpily rolled himself from the bed and made his way begrudgingly to the bathroom that was opposite the boys room, causing the emo to smile in relief.

As the sound f the shower filled the hall and the grumbles of annoyance hit the older siblings ears, Lucien made his way downstairs, large bag of trash in one hand and the hamper in the other. The little chore was meant to go smoothly … if his dads weren’t being stupidly lovey dovey in he kitchen, at least he got to see both adults become exceedingly embarrassed at being caught, however, that changed to shock when they spotted that the rebellious emo they had grown to love was cleaning in the first few minutes of staying in the house,

“It’s not what it looks like, Ernests room was a mess so I cleaned his room while he’s taking a well needed shower” Lucien explained as he put the bag of trash by the back door, “O know there is something wrong with him and I’m going to try get it out of him … whether he likes it or not” the boy stated as he moved into the adjacent room to start the new load of laundry, he was so busy he hadn’t even noticed his parents enter the room after him,

“My darling, we didn’t want you to worry, Ernest has been acting quite peculiar as of late, normally we can easily piece together his dilemma but … as you saw, he hasn’t left his room in quite some time” Damien explained as they stood in the doorway, watching the emo boy start the washer before turning to look at the two men, he was about to speak when Hugo interrupted him,

“I don’t want to lose Ernest, not when I’ve just managed to get him to call me dad again” the eldest Vega whispered, sighing as the Victorian beside him gently laced their fingers together, “Lucien please try and get him to open up to us” years ago, Lucien would tell his parents to do it themselves but from the looks on his dads faces, it was out of their hands and unsurprisingly up to him,

“Fine but only because I love you both” the emo chuckled, walking in between them to escape the little room, “Anyway, who can resist my puppy dog eyes” Lucien smirked before pointing at Damien, “and one of Dads famous movie pamper nights” he finished as he vanished back upstairs,

“Damien, what is he talking about?” the teacher asked, absolutely confused but also very intrigued. Hugo turned his gaze to the side only to come face to face with a very ecstatic man next to him,

“It’s been so long, I will need many supplies, first, I’ll need to find a good movie, maybe comedy, oh how this brings back so many memories” the Victorian man rambled as he scurried about the rooms, writing a very long list, “this will surely help Ernest, why did I not think of this” he muttered before handing the list to the other man in the room, “I will need you to run to Walmart for all these things, also get some of those pizza rolls that Ernest loves so much, thank you” he instructed before also disappearing off upstairs, leaving a baffled Hugo still stood in the laundry room now holding a long list of junk food … way too much junk food.

Nightfall came, the living room had been transformed into what looked like a teenage girls slumber party; junk food, movies, nail kits, make up, face masks, everything a slumber party needed.

Hugo had been told he could enter if and only if he let someone do one little bit of pampering on him, to which the teacher quickly excused himself with the explanation of ‘papers to complete’, leaving Damien to sit in his very baggy and very comfortable … okay, maybe not his clothes but the wrestling shirts he ‘borrowed’ from Hugo looked so cute on him. Lucien sat beside him in some of his least emo pyjamas anyone had ever seen on the boy since they were covered in Mickey Mouse heads but who’s judging.

Soon, once the room was competed, Lucien hurried upstairs, knocking gently on the large door of Ernest's room to get his attention,

“Bitch, I need you to do two things, one, find some comfy clothes and two, come downstairs” the emo shouted through the door before waiting for a response which amazingly didn’t take as long as the door opened to reveal a grouchy looking mess,

“What are you trying to do, Goth?” Ernest mumbled, obviously trying to joke around even thought Lucien could tell he felt like absolute shit,

“It’s emo and I’m not trying to do anything, all I want to do is to try and help you feel better” Lucien explained before realising he was just going to have to reveal what was downstairs, “Me and Dad were talking and I found out that you like to sit and talk to him so, me, you and my Dad are going to sit downstairs, eat junk food and watch movies … sound good?” he asked, hoping it was going to work.

Lucien realised it definitely did when Ernest held up a single finger, closing the door in the emos face before appearing once again moments later in very baggy yet comfortable clothing,

“Well then, come on, I don’t have all day” Ernest grumbled, a small smile gracing his exhausted face as he obviously tried to crack another joke with his stepbrother. Slowly, he made his way down the grand staircase to the living room where Damien was waiting happily,

“Ernest, my dead, come sit” he said giddily, patting the stack of pillows and duvets beside him, allowing Ernest enough space to sit comfortably as he pressed play on the movie, one of Ernest's and Damien's guilty pleasures, Descendants,

“Descendants, junk food and being lazy … you trying to butter me up, pops?” Ernest chuckled weakly as he sat down, getting himself comfortable between his family, he knew exactly what they were doing for him but maybe a little treat wouldn’t be too bad to indulge in.

A few hours, three descendants films and a lot of pampering later, the three of them were laid back, heads rested against the sofa as they spoke, Lucien's nails were drying, Damien had a face mask on and Ernest was staring, his ears were almost deaf to the world around him as the other two people in the room chatted away but he couldn’t bring himself to look away and join in, his gaze couldn’t move from the one thing in the room that haven’t been touched, the make-up. The young boy was silent, burning holes into the bag of brushes and surprises, until,

“Pops…” A meek whisper but was caught by the man it was directed to, causing the two to stop talking and sit up, removing the cucumbers from over his eyes,

“Yes my dear?” Damien asked as he watched the young boy slowly turn his gaze over to his,

“I’ve heard that … well, some girls at my school have said that …” the boy stuttered, trying to think of the best way to describe his strange request but he couldn’t, making the boy sigh and ask, “Can it feel good to put on make-up?” he finally asked, trying not to make eye contact.

Damien's eyes widened a little, out of everything he had prepared himself to answer, that wasn’t one of them,

“Well, it can, especially the brushes, the make-up itself can feel strange though” Damien answered before reaching over to the table the bag was laid, bring it over to them.

Ernest sat silently, watching him reach inside and pull out a large fluffy brush, leaning over and carefully sliding it across the boys cheek, earning a soft sigh of joy,

“Would you like me to put some on you?” the Victorian man asked as he rummaged through the seemingly bigger on the inside bag, revealing a few different contraptions and what looked like small torture devices. With a small, timid nod, the young Vega answered,

“Y-Yes please … if it’s not too weird” Ernest whispered, shuffling closer to Damien, all the while, Lucien watched with a happy smile, he knew this is exactly what his brother needed, maybe not just to relax but it was a relief to watch Ernest finally calm,

“Let’s get started then and don’t worry dear, I have the perfect colours for you … I may have possibly convinced your Father to do this once too” Damien chuckled softly, reminiscing as he grabbed the correct pieces he needed. Ernest closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt a cool liquid and soft brush move over his skin.

A while later and make-up flung everywhere, Damien sat back to admire his work as Ernest scrunched his face a little to get used to this new and very strange feeling of stuff covering his face,

“You look absolutely darling, it suits you” the Victorian said as he started to tidy the make-up away just as the grandfather clock behind then chimed midnight, “Oh dear, it is quite late and I need to start preparing food tomorrow, well, I guess I best wash this stuff off of my face and retire to bed, you boys can stay up a little longer if you wish, as long as you don’t make too much noise” Damien said as he slowly stood, stretching himself out before kissing both boys on the top of their heads, bidding them a good night.

Lucien continued to watch his Father head upstairs to his room before turning back to Ernest once he was no longer in sight but stopped at the scene before him,

“Ernest? What wrong?” he asked concerned, in front of him was Ernest, a boy well known for setting fire to the bushes outside his Fathers home, holding a mirror and sobbing into his hand, “Ernest, it’s okay, you can talk to me, what happening to you?”

As Ernest turned his head to look at the boy beside him, Lucien noticed the slight little wrinkles on the edge of his eyes, the same wrinkles his own Father got, which was all he needed to know exactly what was going through his brothers head and no matter what, he was going to show him just how much he still loved him through it all.

A few days went by, Lucien and Ernest had barely been in the house which, even if they wouldn’t admit it out loud, made both parents happy but also quite concerned for their sons whenever Lucien shrugged them off with quick reassurance of, ‘They’ll tell you on Thanksgiving, don’t worry dads’, before quickly running which wasn’t what the two men were hoping to hear but it seemed to ease both their minds for a while, at least until Hugo restarted his usual pacing around the kitchen as Damien cooked.

The night came quickly, Thanksgiving, the food was almost complete, the house smelt of perfectly roasted vegetables and mouth-watering deserts, the table decorated to Damien's specifications while Hugo was banished to sit and wait at the table, only problem was, two people were still missing, however, not too far away as just upstairs behind a single locked door were their pair of siblings, whispering cautiously,

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea” the young Vega questioned, obviously having a few seconds thought as they allowed Lucien to work his magic,

“It is a good idea … look, Dad and Pops aren’t going to hate you, they never could, they love you too much and anyway, I think your forgetting one vital thing and probably one of the biggest elephants in this house” Lucius argued, brushing through his siblings now unknotted hair, trying and praying to whatever deity out there to get it to style as the other sat quietly,

“And what’s that exactly?” they asked, watching in the mirror cautiously as Lucien spoke up with a soft chuckle,

“Damien” he placed the brush down as he expertly braided the surprisingly long hair in front of him and for the first time in months, the youngest Vega laughed,

Not too long later, Dinner was called, Hugo and Damien waited patiently in their respective seats just as footsteps descended the stairs but only a single pair of footsteps approaching the dining room. Both men turned curiously to see Lucien standing in the doorway but no one else,

“Lucien, where’s Ernest?” Hugo asked, seemingly becoming annoyed as well as worried over the whereabouts of his son,

“About that…” Lucien started, turning his gaze into the hall for a moment before quickly moving back to the stares of his parents, “Ernest won’t be joining us tonight … or ever again …” the young emo explained, quickly realising a long pause wouldn’t be the best option as he quickly stopped either one of his Fathers could protest, stepping further into the room, “Because someone new will be taking Ernest's place” just as he finished speaking, a tall figure walked into the room beside him, a long, tight fitting, pale orange cocktail dress swept the floor behind the person as their long braided hair lay over a single exposed shoulder.

The light of the room hit the persons face, capturing the perfectly applied make-up that sculpted their features beautifully and it was then they realised,

“Ernest?” they both asked, quite bewildered, watching the young Vega nervousness build up which did not go unnoticed by Lucien,

“Actually, may I introduce our newest addition to the Vega-Bloodmarch Family, Emily, Emily Dickinson Vega, my sister” he announced, wrapping a supportive arm around his sibling to give them some encouragement, “If it’s okay with her Fathers, she would very much like to join us for dinner?” Lucien asked softly, smile on his face as he waited for their parent’s reactions.

Unsurprising to Lucien, Damien was the first to move, wasting no time in in pushing his chair out from under himself to embrace his daughter,

“Oh, my dear, of course you can join us for dinner and for any other meals you want to” he whispered through tears he didn’t even know were running down his face, “now I understand the make-up, I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs sooner, I never wanted you to feel scared to be who you are” he whispered, the scene in the Bloodmarch home was one to remember when Emily wrapped her arms around his step-father, holding onto him as if their lives depended on it, however, there was still only one other person they needed to complete this little family moment, Hugo.

Everyone slowly turned their heads to see the larger man carefully rising from his seat, moving around the ornate furniture to move closer to where his child stood, arms back by her side as she stood tall and strong,

“Dad, I know this is sudden but I’ve been hiding for so long, I didn’t know who I was but I saw Damien doing so many things that made me think, he showed me how happy he was, I saw the life of someone who was truly happy, all this” she gestured to herself as she continued, “made me realize who I really am and I’m sorry for not being able to tell you sooner … I know I ruined your life for years with all the stupid shit I did but all the stupid thoughts in my head, I was scared, alone, I-“ her rambling was cut short when a pair of quite muscular arms pulled her forward and into a tight but comforting embrace,

“You are my child, my flesh and blood, you are everything to me and I love you, never forget that, no matter who you are, you are a Vega” he reassured, whispering just loud enough for Damien and Lucien to hear the loving exchange of words as they both smiled proudly.

Soon enough, two smaller arms snaked their way around Hugo as a small sob echoed in the large room causing any existing space in the embrace to disappear as it tightened,

“I was so scared you would hate me, I was meant to be your son, the man of the hous-“ her hurtful words were stopped as she was carefully pushed backwards, a hand laid gently on her cheek, forcing her to blurrily look up at a smiling Hugo,

“You have always been my daughter, even if we didn’t know that until now, you were and always will be my baby girl” he explained, his voice soothing any doubt the young Vega had before the wrestling nerd added just one more sentence, “And I think being married to Damien is an automatic law that I accept whatever part of the LGBT you realise you’re apart of … I think I’d be a bit hypocritical if I didn’t accept you as my daughter” the taller man finished and after a few moments of silence, the room filled with giggles from the man in question,

“Your Fathers right” Damien managed to say through soft giggles, “Excuse my French but … I’d kick his ass if he didn’t” he smirked before quickly pushing the three of them towards the table, “Now, if you children, yes, I’m also talking about you too Hugo, don’t get to the table to eat, the food will go cold and I’ll lock the refrigerator as punishment” the Victorian man threatened as the Family rolled their eyes but obediently followed his orders, spending the rest of the night laughing, talking and finally, for the first time in a while, being a family.

[soheila-1996]

My Story- Part Nine

My little disclaimer

I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t.   Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate.  There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.

Any feedback is really appreciated! :)

Tagging people who shared the last  part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156 @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019 , @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae  @bobasheebaby @losingbraincellseveryday  @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @jared2612 @flutistbyday2020 @debramcg1106 @anotherbeingsworld @leaharhys @cordoniaqueensworld @bascmve01

Paring: Liam and Riley

Word count: 3,316

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(Riley’s POV)  It’s the day after everything happened with Ben. I had gotten a very limited amount of sleep last night. I couldn’t switch off. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. The events of last night were going around my head as if it was stuck on a constant loop. At least Tom- my ex, had the common decency to tell me our relationship was over face to face and did it in a much less harsh manner. 

I knew prior to this that Ben is a little bit of a tool, that he isn't the nicest of people but...he was different with me so much so I had made the mistake of thinking that he actually cared about me.  Maybe that was down to me being somewhat of a naive teenager. 

I wish that Erica would've told me the real reason for his absence last night instead of telling me he was upset which implied that he cared, when he so clearly doesn’t. 

I keep looking over the texts and photo he sent me last night. I keep trying to excuse his behaviour. Maybe he’s scared- I would be. It’s a lot to deal with and it is frightening. The more I think about it, the more I try to excuse  it, the more I realise that he’s just a bad person- that’s the harsh  reality of it. 

My eyes begin to fill with tears as I look over the messages and photo again. Even if i didn’t like someone I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't  photograph them at their most vulnerable and be this heartless. 

I heard a knock at my door before my dad strode in, unaware of my suffering. “Morning Ri!” he said, too chiper for this time in the morning in my opinion. “Come on, sleepyhead, It’s time to get up!” He announced, and I knew what he was about to do. 

“Dad no!” I whined at him. I didn’t want him to see the tears that were now streaming down my cheeks. I didn’t want my parents, my sisters and brother to find out how badly I’ve messed up. 

He didn't listen and pulled open my curtains allowing the sunlight to pour in. He turned around, his body language changing from being relaxed to alarmed at seeing my teary eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, perching on the end of my bed as I sat myself up.  

“Nothing,” I sniffled. His eyebrow raised in question and concern. “I-” I wanted to tell someone about what happened last night but it felt like it was my fault. “I just had a nightmare,” I lie.

He gave me a sad smile. “Well, whatever it was about, it’s not real.” 

“I know,” I nodded, wiping at my sore, puffy eyes. He seemed to buy it, he didn't ask any more questions and left me to change into my chosen outfit for the day. 

Once I had changed, brushed my teeth and hair, I grabbed my phone and bag from my room then headed downstairs for some breakfast. 

My parents, my two older sisters, Casey and Sally and my older brother, Josh, were all sitting at the table by the time I  came down. I sat beside Josh since that was the only available seat at the packed table.  

I leaned over to grab a piece of toast off the rack in the middle of the table and plastered it in some butter. Everyone else talked with one another but I stayed silent as I ate my toast and sipped at some juice. 

My phone sat beside me. It kept pinging with notifications but we weren't allowed to use our phones at the table so I left it. 

My eldest sister, Casey, looked over to me when my phone continuously went off for a couple minutes. “Someone’s popular,” she joked. 

“Yeah,” I  sigh, “I guess so.” 

“What’s up? You don’t seem very happy?” My brother asked. 

“I'm just tired. I didn’t sleep very well last night,” I explained, shrugging. My phone continued to go off so I picked it up with the intention of switching it off but got intrigued by all the notifications from twitter  and instagram as well as some texts from my friends that littered my screen. 

I decided to look at my texts first. 

Luna: Hey, i’ve just seen the video...Why would anyone do that? 

I creased my eyebrows: What video? 

Rachel: I thought I’d let you know that there's a video of you having some kind of fit going around at the minute. Loads of people from school have seen it. 

Monica: Are you okay? What happened at Ben’s last night? 

Phoebe: I hope you’re okay. I just saw the video.

There are a few other texts from my friends but I decide to open up twitter to see what video they’re talking about. My face pales as I open up the app and immediately see what I went looking for. 

Fuck

My mom finishes swallowing what’s in her mouth before speaking, interrupting me from looking at the rest of my messages and comments on the video.  “How are you feeling this morning? You’re a little pale,” she mentioned. 

“Fine,” I nod, switching my phone off.  “I’m a little bit sore but I’m fine.”  

“Are you sure you’re okay, Ri?” Sally asks me. I nod- Of course, I’m not okay, I am now dreading going to school. Everyone knows. 

I was dreading going in today anyway since Ben is in all my classes and I’d need to face him but...now apparently I’ve got to face the  entire school. 

“Yeah, I’m good,”I  mumbled quietly. My mom nodded, I can tell by the look she gives me that she’s concerned but she doesn't push it. 

“Have you taken your medication?” I nodded as I took a sip of my drink. 

My dad glances down at his watch. “We better get going,” he announced. 

I said goodbye to my mom, brother and sisters then headed out and into my dad's car. 

The drive to school was quick. It was spent mainly in a comfortable silence. When  we arrived I gave my dad a quick hug before getting out of the car and heading inside.

**

It’s a few hours into the day, my best friend Luna and I are now sitting in the cafeteria. Luna is  scoffing down her lunch but I'm not hungry. People had been staring at me all day. Some had some empathy and said they were sorry about what the boys have done, while others encouraged their behaviour.

Luna is sitting opposite me on the bench where I’m not really paying attention to her, Ben and his friends are sitting close by and I can hear them laughing.  

I look up to Luna when she touches my arm to get my attention. “Are you not gonna eat?” 

I shake my head and push the tray away from me, “I’m not hungry.” It’s probably a mixture of things, not getting enough sleep often makes me not very hungry and sometimes a little bit sick, or it could be down to everyone in my school talking about me  and laughing behind my back. Either way I don’t feel like eating.

You would think that a group of teenagers nearing adulthood would be able to tell right from wrong. The next few minutes go by painfully slow. Luna doesn’t try to make conversation- I’m thankful for that, I really don’t want to talk about it. 

It’s just as Luna is finishing up her meal my stomach feels like it’s trying to do a backflip. I take in a deep breath. 

Not here. Please not here. 

Luna looks over to me with her eyebrows creased. “Are you okay?”  I nodded. “Ri?” She questioned further, not convinced. 

“I-I…” I start to say as my vision starts to blur. “I’m not-” I stutter as I unsteadily  managed to get up to my feet. 

Luna gets to her feet and comes around the bench to stand in front of me. “Riley, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m...I’m not…” I stumbled backwards a little as the world began to spin and my arm starts to tingle.  She stepped forward and grabbed under my arms to stop me falling backwards. “I’m not feeling well,” I  managed to get out. 

“Why don’t you sit down? I'll go and find a teacher.” 

I shook my head at her suggestion. “N-No. I-I feel...I feel sick.”  

“Okay,” she responded, calmly. “We’ll go to the toilet, yeah?”  

“I need to-” I was trying to tell her that I need to lay down because I’m not steady on my feet and the world feels like it’s spinning at a million miles an hour. My knees buckle, Luna jumps forward and helps ease me down onto my knees.

I lean forward slightly. I placed my right palm flat on the floor but I can get the other one to do that so I leave it hanging by my side. The world around me spins and I puke. 

I feel someone rubbing my back soothingly. “Okay, Okay. It’s okay, Ri.” I think that’s Luna but I’m not so sure. 

I hear a loud noise. Like someone’s clapping. “She’s at it again!” The voice is echoey but I recognise it. It’s Ben.

(Luna’s POV)  I’m rubbing circles along my best friends back as Ben, the biggest piece of shit in the school, is laughing and clapping along with his friends. 

“Ben knock it off!”  

My warning for him to stop goes unheeded as he continues. I’m really struggling to comprehend how anyone could act like this. 

“She’s only doing it for attention,” he accused. 

I turned to look at him shaking my head. “She’s not doing it for attention, you asshole!” 

Riley begins to panic and tries to squirm away from me. “Riley, It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Riley fell onto her side, now  unable to support herself. I help her to lay down onto her side. I slip off my jacket and place it under her head- this is a familiar routine. My dad has epilepsy, I've had to do this for him on a number of occasions.

Why isn’t a teacher or the nurse here yet? 

“M scared,” Riley cries. I turned to look down at her. 

“It’s okay. Just try and relax Ri. You’re okay.” Just as I finish my sentence Riley begins to seize and a couple of teacher’s and the school nurse rush in.

 I grab my phone and start a timer then answer the nurses questions as a couple other teachers work on getting the other students out of the room to give Riley some privacy. 

I looked around us as her seizure continued. I could see some students crowded around us with their phones out- filming it like it’s some kind of entertainment. The teachers managed to get them all to leave and turn their phones off. 

It was two minutes later when her movement’s started to slow down as her seizure was stopping. When she was done the nurse made sure she was on her side and wiped away a bit of blood and spit that leaked out of her mouth. She then backed away from her a little bit so not crowd  her when she woke up.

(Rileys POV)  I have absolutely no idea where I am when I open my eyes. Nothing makes any sense. I can’t really see anything, it’s all just a big blob of colours blending into each other. 

I’m trying to move but I can’t. My body feels like it’s being magnetized to the floor. 

Why can’t I move?!

Slowly the mixed in colours start to separate and the round around me starts to become clearer. I still don’t understand where I am though. My mind is blank but screaming at the to escape from this place at the same time. 

I’m scared. 

I can see something crouched down beside me. That scares me, I can’t  tell who it is! Nothing makes any sense whatsoever! 

I continue to try and squirm away when I notice another one but my body really doesn't want to comply with my commands. 

“Riley, can you hear me?” It’s then I realised that I couldn’t hear to begin with. Everything sounds weird, like my ears are filled with water. It's a female voice that I don’t recognize.  I realise it’s coming from one of the figures near me. 

Who is she? 

“Riley?” Another female voice called. I recognize that one. I looked up at the figures as their facial features and other details about my surroundings became much clearer. I realise that My friend Luna is hovering above me and another lady who I think is the school nurse. I can’t be sure though my memory is a little foggy. 

 I look around the room and figure out that I'm in the cafeteria. “School?” I question. 

“Yeah, we’re at school,” Luna answered. I nodded as I tried to sit myself up. I struggle but Luna helps me. I look around me; Why am I here? I don’t remember. 

“W-What happened?” 

“You had a seizure,” the nurse answered. 

I nod. I don’t really understand what’s going on and so her explanation goes right over my head. A little bit of time passes and I ask the previous question again. They both patiently answer them and explain it all to me. 

 **

The school have decided to send me home after my stunt in the cafeteria. I’m now sitting in the nurse's office-  It’s probably a good thing, I’m not feeling well enough to deal with the impending, inevitable backlash I'm probably going to receive after that.  So many people saw...

According to Luna, she saw some people with their cells out recording it so...another embarrassing video was probably about to go circling around the school again. 

My brother apparently was on the way to pick me up since my parents are both at work. I don’t need Josh to go into full blown protective big brother mode. All my siblings are quite a bit older than me. There’s nearly ten years between myself and Josh,  Eight between Casey and I and six between me and Sally. All of them are too overprotective sometimes. 

They had let Luna sit with me until my brother arrived. We both sat in an awkward silence while we waited. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Luna asked me politely. 

 “My parents, my sisters and my brother are so protective over me because of It and I-  I guess I  just wanted to be normal so I didn’t tell anyone that way none would look at me differently.” 

“I get that but I’m your best friend.” 

“ I should’ve told you. I know that now. We’re...still friends though right?” 

She playfully nudges my shoulder, “Yes! Of course, we are.” 

The minutes later and now I’m sitting in my brother’s car in the passenger seat. We’d been sitting in silence for a little while. I understand why he’s so agitated, it’s his day off work and his day has been interrupted because of me. 

 He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as we pulled up at a red light. “You alright?” I ask. He nods. “I’m sorry.” 

He turned to face me. “For?” 

“Ruining your day. I didn’t know the school was going to call you.” 

He turned to me and gave me a small smile. “It’s fine. You're my little sis. I’d do anything for you.” 

I crinkle my nose in disgust. “You’ve gone soft,” I accuse. 

“Have not,” He replied, childishly. 

I turned to him laughing, “I’ll let you let you have this one; only because you’re my ride home.” 

“Smart girl,” he nodded. I rolled my eyes at him. “There’s erm...there’s something i need to talk to you about when we get home.” 

“Okay...sounds ominous,” I chuckled nervously. 

When we arrived home Josh told me to go and sit down at the table. He stood, with his arms crossed across his chest. “Whats up?” I asked, unnerved by his behaviour. 

He took out his phone from his back pocket and pulled something up onto the screen. He set it down on the table in front of me. I swallowed thickly when I noticed that it’s the video Ben took of me last night. 

“How did you..?” 

“John’s little brother goes to your school, he saw it, told John, he told me. Why didn’t you tell me, Ri?” 

I shrugged, “I don’t know... I- I shouldn't  have gone to his house last night, mom and dad were right it was a mistake. Maybe if I told him about it we could’ve avoided this altogether. I’m sorry.”  

“It’s not your fault,” He told me. It feels like it is though. “Another thing: you told me you took your medication this morning. You didn’t. Why didn't you take them?” 

“They don’t do anything. They don’t stop the seizures so what’s the point of taking them?” 

“Riley,” he said in an authoritative tone. “You have to take them. I understand your frustration but if you continue to work with your doctor to figure out what the best dosages are then you’ll be fine. It’ll take time but you still have to take them. Promise me you’ll take them.” 

“I promise.” I haven't been completely truthful with Josh. Yes, I’m annoyed that they do literally nothing but that’s not the reason I’m not going to take them. I knew the reason I didn't take them but I was hardly about to tell my brother. I don’t need him getting involved. 

(Karol’s  POV)  The doctors had to stop Riley’s seizure with some medication. It didn’t last nearly as long as it had yesterday morning but it didn't look like it was going to stop on its own and nobody wanted to risk it. 

It never gets easier. I’ve seen her have a seizure so many times and it still breaks my heart. She’s my little girl and I feel so helpless to protect her. 

She had woken up a little while ago but had fallen asleep soon after- drowsy from the lorazepam the doctor’s had given her to stop her seizure. 

Liam and Micheal were speaking with her doctor so it was just me and her. I keep going over what she asked me earlier. I didn’t really understand at the time. I just wanted her to relax because i know if she’s tense before the seizure starts she tends to be sore afterwards. Her speech was so slurred  that it was difficult to understand.  If I could make it stop I would. I’d take it away from her and give it to myself. I’d do anything to make sure my little girl is okay. 

She eyes fluttered open. “Hey, sleepyhead,” I greeted quietly. She turned her head to look at me as she wiped at her tried eyes through a yawn. 

“Hi.” 

I let a little time go by so Riley could wake up a little bit before I asked my question. I leaned forward in the chair, resting my elbows on my  thighs.  “Riley, before your seizure you asked me to make it stop. What did you mean?” 

I’ve given her time to wake up a little but she still seems really tired.  “I don’t remember,”  she answered drowsily. Her eyes started to flutter shut again. I stood up from my chair and leaned over to plant a kiss on her forehead. 

“Get some sleep.” 

I go to walk away but she weakly grabs onto my hand with her own. “Don’t go.” 

“Okay,” I nod and sit back down. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“Love you,” she mumbled. I reached over to take her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“I love you too.” 

[imaginejamesandsirius]

A pretty woman AU???

Sirius was having a shit day. It had started with his father coming into his office and requesting that Sirius do a specific task for him. Talking to Orion was punishment enough, but he was sending Sirius on a two week trip to get his 'personal opinion on the situation' since apparently the people Orion hired to oversee that branch were trustworthy enough to be running the place but not trustworthy enough to believe their figures. "It'll be an easy visit," Orion had said. 

"Then why do I have to be there for two weeks?" 

"It's always good to remind them that we are watching." 

Sirius had thought that was so sodding stupid, and he'd said so, but Orion was-- unsurprisingly-- standing firm. 

Then Regulus called him up and said that he'd gotten a gig over in bloody America and could Sirius cover for him? Thanks. Then he'd hung up. So Sirius had to run by their flat and make sure Reg had remembered to lock the buggering door-- he hadn't-- and call their usual dog sitter (Remus, who put up with them for god only knows why) to see if he was free. He wasn't, so Sirius had to bring Snuffles to a fucking dog spa place that he barely had time to look up on his phone, let alone see if he trusted them for shite. He trusted them not to kill Snuffles, and that was going to have to be good enough. 

The silver lining was that Gilderoy had broken up with him a few days ago so he didn't have to worry about that. The not silver lining was that Gilderoy had dumped him for someone "more glamorous, less ashamed of himself, you know what I mean?" and it's not like Sirius had been in love with the bloke or anything, but talk about insulting. Sirius was plenty glamorous, he just didn't paint everything with pink and gold glitter. And he wasn't fucking ashamed of himself, but he didn't want to grind on his boyfriend in public either. He was glad to be rid of him honestly, but it still made Sirius angry to think about. 

So Sirius was in a pretty piss poor mood when he got in the car, and he couldn't imagine that the next two weeks would make him feel much better. He was a god damn business man. It's not like he hated his life or anything, but a business man? He could very honestly say that this was never what he imagined for himself. Hell, Reg was out living the dream more than he was. Him and his mates had made a band together, and they played enough shit locations until someone saw the talent and started paying them. They weren't anywhere near rock star levels, but he was making money off of it, able to get a new piercing when he wanted instead of asking Sirius for some cash-- not that Sirius minded, fuck knows their father paid him more than enough to finance whatever whim Regulus was having that week. The part that really got to him about his job was that it was so boring. He didn't need to be excited all day every day or summat, but it would be nice to tell people what he did every day without them nodding and immediately excusing themselves. 

He was in a shite mood when he got in the car, and he'd finally started to feel better when he felt a headache start to form behind his eyes. Sodding hell this was the icing on the bloody cake, wasn't it? It started to get worse in a hurry, the sunlight seeming far too bright behind his sunglasses. He pulled into the first gas station he saw, figuring he might as well refuel while he looked for medicine-- and maybe a snack, because c'mon, all driving longer than ten minutes required a snack. 

He found powdered sugar donuts, but no headache relief. Marvelous. He was not going to be able to make the rest of this drive like this. He was going to have to wait until it went away or risk crashing. Sirius had just about resigned himself to wasting a couple hours when he saw someone standing by the side of the road, poking at his phone aimlessly. He had dark skin, messy black hair, thick glasses, and if Sirius weren't fighting off nausea, flirting might be on the table. But thinking about his powdered donuts made him want to sick up his lunch, so he was going to keep any and all flirting ideology to himself. 

"This is going to sound weird," Sirius said as he walked up next to him, rubbing at his temple as it pounded, "but can you drive me to my hotel? It's not very far, you'd be driving my car, I just need to get there before I feel any worse." 

"Er." 

"Please? It's all aboveboard, I promise. I'm not going to murder you or whatever." 

"Shouldn't you be worried about me kidnapping you? If I'm the one driving, I mean." 

Sirius gave him a look. "What would you even do with me? I'm a pain when I'm playing nice, do you really want to see what I'm like when I'm trying to be contrary?" 

"That's a fair point." He bit his lip, thinking. Then he sighed. "Where to?" 

Sirius rattled off the address, then pulled it up on his phone and showed it to the man. "Business bullshit, I just need to get there and hope this bloody headache fucks off to greener pastures." 

"Best of luck to you," he said. He sighed again. "Alright, I'll take you, but only because I've got nothing better to do. My mate just canceled on me." 

"Rude of him, good for me." 

He snorted, raising a hand to muss his hair. It made Sirius wonder if his hair was naturally messy or if he was causing it by messing with it all the time. Either way, it was a good look on him. Any time Sirius had a single hair out of place he looked awful, but this made the bloke even more attractive. What an arse. Being interested in him was just making his headache worse. Or maybe the headache was getting worse for completely unrelated reasons. Either way, Sirius wanted some bloody shuteye. He squinted his eyes against the light that suddenly seemed piercing, and he somehow managed to get to the car and toss his keys on the dashboard. 

There was the distinct possibility that this guy would like, steal his car or summat, but in the moment he didn't give a single fuck. It all worked out in the end, he parked the car in the hotel's lot and turned off the car, setting the keys in front of Sirius. "Hope you feel better mate," he said, but Sirius grabbed his arm before he could leave. 

It's not like he'd meant to grab his arm, but he needed to stop him from leaving before Sirius could thank him. Words weren't working so well. Hence, grabbing his arm. He fumbled for his wallet, pulling out a bill and handing it out to him. 

"Er." 

Sirius shook his hand a little in invitation. "For driving me," he managed to get out. 

"That's twenty quid." 

"Yeah," Sirius grunted. 

"Are you... sure?" 

Sirius just kept holding it out to him. 

"If you're sure," he said with a shrug. Or at least what Sirius assumed was a shrug, it's not like he was looking at him. 

He left, but Sirius stayed in the car for a while, waiting for it to get to a manageable enough level for him to make his way into the hotel. He managed to get in there and check into his room, but if he was asked how he did it, he wouldn't have been able to say. The time from car to his hotel room was a blur, and all he knew was that he managed to pass out face-first onto the bed in a blissfully dark room. 

Somehow he'd been smart enough to set an alarm for the meeting he needed to get to on his first day. His headache was gone by that time thank fuck, and he rolled off the bed, figuring he could use a quick shower before he went down to strike fear in the hearts of these people that Orion didn't want to deal with himself. He turned on the water then stripped, ducking under and giving himself a quick scrub with the body wash provided. There wasn't going to be time to properly dry his hair-- even if he used the blowdrier-- so he'd tie it back and call it a day. 

*

Sirius had been in this place for just over one day when he saw him again. Now that it didn't feel like his head was going to split open, it was a lot easier to appreciate how attractive he was. Broad shoulders and a tilt to his hips that looked very inviting. He wasn't wearing his glasses right now, which made his nose look bigger and his jaw more square. His trousers were so tight they looked painted on, and his button up shirt was half undone and translucent besides. He had a brief flash of what it would be like to push him against a wall and peel him out of those trousers, but they weren't at a club and that was a damn shame because Sirius would give his right leg to get some time with him. 

He was so caught up in appreciating all this that it took him a minute to recognise exactly what was going on. Men didn't stand on street corners dressed like that for no reason. He was a rent boy. Which meant... that Sirius didn't have to give his right leg for some time, he could purchase it nice and easy with cash. And that was pretty damn great. He did a quick check to make sure that yes, he had enough cash, but also that he didn't have anything else to do tonight. He didn't have to go back to the office, he never did, so he wasn't sure why he bothered to double check, but he always did. 

The man saw Sirius approaching and he grinned. "I see you got to your hotel safely." 

"It was a pain in the arse, but I made it instead of dying in a car crash thanks to you." 

"You already paid me for that," he pointed out. 

"Consider this a completely separate offer. Are you busy tonight?" 

He shrugged. "Difficult to have plans when you don't know how much time people want." 

"How much to get you until tomorrow morning?" 

He raised an eyebrow. "That'd be pretty expensive." 

"I can pay." 

"I'm sure you can, mister twenty-quid-for-a-car-ride." 

"I'm going by Sirius these days." 

"James. You gonna take me to your room, or are we getting started here on the street?" 

"Tempting as that is, the hotel's not very far away." 

A few people they passed gave them strange looks, but Sirius couldn't care less. It hardly mattered that James was dressed like he'd been clubbing and Sirius was in a full suit-- vest, tie, even the bloody jacket on top with the three buttons and perfectly pressed trousers. Maybe Sirius had gotten boring the more adult he became, but he was pretty sure this was about to be the best night he'd had in a bloody long time. 

*

When James woke, Sirius was trailing circles against his shoulder. "Everything alright?" James asked at the concentrated look on his face. 

"I was thinking, if you're not otherwise engaged..." Sirius trailed off, but James wasn't going to make a leap because being wrong would be ridiculously embarrassing for him. "I'm in town for the next two weeks," he continued. "Would you like to keep me company? It would only be nights and the morning after, I'll be working all day." Normally he had Saturday's off for Shabbat-- not that he observed it most of the time-- but since this was a special assignment he'd be working straight through. 

"You sure you can deal with me that long?" James joked. 

"I think the real question is if the money's good enough for you to put up with me for that long." 

"You realise you're not hideously unattractive, right?" 

Sirius snorted. "Right, cause my face is always the problem." 

"Not to make assumptions about your relationships, but it kinda sounds like the people you dated were absolute pricks." 

Sirius shrugged instead of answering because he didn't really want to get into it. Gilderoy had been an arse, Marlene had wanted a casual relationship when he wanted something more committed, and the less said about the shit show with Lucius, the better. He'd been on dates with several other people, but those were his three main relationships and even though Marlene had liked him, it had still ended in a disaster. Maybe this was what he needed, a fun affair with no strings. Sirius had more money than he knew what to do with, and James could probably use it if only to take it easy for a couple weeks while he was here. Or, hell, he could put some aside when business was slow; Sirius didn't really know how all that worked, only that it was too stressful for him as a job. "You can think about it." 

"Don't need to. I'll give you my number and you can ring when you're ready." 

"Sounds good," Sirius said, leaning down from where he was propped up on his elbow to kiss James. 

*

Sirius had texted James, asking him to come by, and he looked at the clock in worry as the phone rang. The hotel gave him two keys so he'd given one to James, which meant that if he needed an extra minute, it was going to look like he called James up just to waste his time. He thought about ignoring the call, but it was Regulus's name and picture showing up on his screen and he couldn't leave him hanging, especially not when Reg was on a bloody different continent. "Hey." 

"Hey so er," Reg said, and he only sounded like this when he was about to say something he thought Sirius would be uncomfortable with. Used to be that he only used that tone when he needed money, but those days were behind them. Nowadays, Reg used that tone when he was asking Sirius to let down his hookup from the night before or to cover for him to their parents. Considering that he was in another country already, both of those options were unlikely. 

"What?" 

Regulus cleared his throat. "I met someone." 

"Congrats?" 

"He's Irish, he was over here for university but he's done now. He's so sodding wonderful, Sirius, he's the perfect boyfriend, I swear." 

"Okay?" None of this information was telling him why Reg was sharing it in the first place. 

What Reg said next was spoken too quickly for him to make it out over the fun. 

"Take a fucking breath and say that slow enough that I can hear you." 

"I want to bring him home with me." 

The world screeched to a halt. "What?" 

"Sirius," Reg said, a distinctly pleading note in his voice, "I love him. He's so great, and he actually likes my music! I know you love me, but you don't give a shite about it. He- he likes me, he actually likes me! Nobody sodding likes me, and he's smart, it's not like he'll be in the way, he just doesn't have a place to stay since he's been over here for four years." 

Sirius rubbed tiredly at his eyes. It had been a pretty long day-- he'd had to fucking fire someone and now everyone else there was acting paranoid as if the bloke hadn't completely deserved it-- and he had been looking forward to unwinding tonight. Not sex or anything, probably, but the company would be nice and James was always so sweet to him that he didn't much care that it was fake-- that was James's job, after all, to be there for him and make him believe it was real. "Reg, how long have you known this guy?" 

"Don't give me that. I know when something's real and when it's not, I'm not a child." 

"Yeah that's great, you're not a kid anymore-- I noticed, funnily enough-- but I also don't want some stranger living in our flat, I don't care how in love with him you think you are, it's bloody stupid." He heard the lock click and the door open, and he turned around, giving James an apologetic smile. He covered the speaker to his phone and whispered, "My brother, I'll only be a minute." 

James nodded, came over to give him a quick kiss, then went back to the door to take off his shoes. 

"Can't you meet him before you make that sort of judgement? When you meet Remus, I swear you'll understand. He's perfectly trustworthy." 

"How the hell do you know if he's trustworthy? You've known him a week." 

"I seem to remember you trying to run off to marry Lucius after you'd been dating a week." 

A familiar feeling of shame crept in, and Sirius started to feel frustrated; Reg wasn't listening to him, he was just trying to piss Sirius off enough that he gave in. It usually worked for him, but Sirius wasn't in the goddamn mood to deal with it right now. "We'd been dating a week, we'd known each other longer than that, and if you recall, it ended terribly." 

"All your relationships end terribly, maybe it's not them that's the problem, maybe it's you. If you don't want him there, fine, I'll move out and you won't have to deal with either of us any more and you can be happy in your stuffy flat with your boring friends after coming home from a job you hate," Regulus spat, then hung up. 

Sirius grit his teeth, pushing down the urge to scream or throw something. He knew that Regulus didn't mean it, he was just in a mood and upset that he'd found someone he thought was perfect for him but Sirius wasn't falling in line with his dream. It happened a few times a year, and after they both calmed down a little, it was fine. Knowing all of this didn't make it any fucking easier to deal with, and his hand tightened around his phone until his knuckles whitened. 

"You okay?" James asked gently. 

"Brilliant," Sirius growled. He threw his phone at the couch and stomped off to the closet. He'd texted James before he changed out of his suit, and now he wanted little more than to rip it apart with his bare hands. Not that he'd be able to even if he tried. So he settled for angrily undressing. 

"You wanna talk about it." 

Sirius huffed out an irritable breath, ready to say no, but he started bitching about Regulus instead. "It's like he's so busy trying to have a romantic, adventurous life that he forgets he can get hurt! Did you know that he moved in with someone that tried to kill him? The fucking arsehole was already hitting him, and he thought it would stop if he committed. Have you ever heard of something so sodding stupid? And now he's picked up someone over in the States where he's fucking around playing with his band-- which he didn't tell me about until he was already gone, by the way-- and he wants to bring some berk back with him to live in our flat! He knows nothing about this guy, but he knows this is how love stories go so he's- fucking going in head first without thinking about it." 

"There's something to be said for romance," James said with a crooked smile, but he dropped the expression after a moment. "Do you know how much he knows about him? Maybe they've been spending every minute together so he knows him pretty well." 

Sirius glared at him. "Are you on his side?" 

"'Course not, I'm on your side because you're the person I know, and it sounds like yes, maybe he's going into this too quickly and he's going to get hurt. But mostly I was trying to offer an explanation that would make him seem less stupid." 

"You don't need to, I already knows he's a fucking idiot," Sirius grumbled, but he was less angry than he'd been twenty seconds ago. 

"Hmm, you say that, but I sense forgiveness in your tone," James said, coming up behind him. He wrapped his arms around Sirius's stomach and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "Are you going to call him back and let him know?" 

Sirius leaned into him, starting to relax from the stress of the day. "No. He's already planning to bring him back and so long as I don't kick him out he won't go anywhere." 

James hummed again, a comfortable warmth against him. Sirius was going to miss the hell out of this when he went back to London. "Not to sound too judgmental, but you're not the best at relationships, so you could let him try to enjoy this. Maybe it'll turn out for the best." 

Sirius frowned, the beginnings of relaxation vanishing in an instant. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

"Maybe that bloke he found is as perfect as he thinks and they'll get to live happily ever after. Get married and annoy the shite out of you," he said with a chuckle. 

"What do you mean I'm 'not the best at relationships'?" 

"Hm? You said that the other day didn't you?" 

Yeah, but he'd sort of hoped that James wouldn't agree. That somehow, in the week of their acquaintance, James would have gotten a different experience out of what it meant to be dating Sirius Black. He'd been wrong. And that buggering hurt. He took a careful breath in, released it, and accepted that it didn't matter. What he had with James wasn't a romantic relationship and thinking about it that way would only get him hurt. He was starting to catch feelings, but that sort of thing happened, right? Sirius might be a complete dumb arse, but he knew not to think about this as anything other than what it was. That being said, he could use some fucking cuddles right now, and James had that on offer. 

*

Sirius blinked, and it felt like the bottom of the world had been tugged out from under him. "What?" 

"I knew you wouldn't approve, that's why I didn't invite you," Regulus said over the phone. 

Sirius couldn't believe it. He really fucking couldn't. He couldn't even form words. 

"And I know it was rather stupid," Reg continued, "but Sirius, I swear, once you meet Remus you'll understand. He's so wonderful, you'll love him, I know it. There wasn't even a ceremony, you know? We signed a paper in front of the judge with one of those witnesses they offer, and that was it. I did want you there if that helps, I just knew that you'd try to talk me out of it. And- you know, I was thinking, I could get a job between all the band stuff-- it's not like it takes that much time anyways-- and I'll be able to move out soon. Stop bothering you all the time, yeah? I know you don't want me around messing up your flat and using all your money, so this'll get me out of your hair. You'll finally have the space to bring your dates home, listen to your own music, just- I don't know, have your own life without having to take care of me." Regulus stopped talking, clearly waiting for a response. "Sirius? Are you going to say anything? Anything at all?" 

Another long pause. It's not like Sirius wanted to keep him worrying, but his throat worked and nothing came out. Next to him, James stirred awake. He saw Sirius, leaning up, body tensed with his cell against his ear. 

Regulus blew out a breath. "Alright, you need some time to process. That's fair, I've dropped a lot of information on you, you need to think it over. Just- fuck Sirius, don't shut me out. You're still my brother and I love you, I just love Remus too, you know?" More silence. "I'm gonna go. Er. Thanks for listening. I had someone take a picture. I can send it to you or show you when you get back home, if you want. Bye." 

Sirius swallowed thickly, his hand falling in front of him. Reg was leaving. A few days from now, Sirius would go back home and he'd never see James again. He hadn't seen his friends from university in years. Walburga was dead and good fucking riddance, but Orion was still there and Orion didn't give a shit about him as he was, only Sirius as his heir. Regulus had always been there, through all their family bullshit and Sirius's bad mistakes and his university issues. He found someone better to love and now he was leaving, it didn't matter what reassurances he was trying to give Sirius that he still cared, he was leaving and that's all there was to it. 

"You okay?" James mumbled, putting a hand on Sirius's back. 

Normally it was fine. Normally Sirius leaned into the touch and answered him as best he could, but right now wasn't fucking normal and he couldn't deal with this. James's affection was bought and paid for, and that was the only reason he was around. Sirius couldn't keep anyone around. No one cared about him, not really. All his dates, all his friends, the way his own damn father sent him away, he couldn't deal with this. He already had all the cash he owed James out and ready, and usually he gave it to him the morning after when they both got ready to leave. But he didn't want James around because it only reminded him of what he didn't have and that wasn't going to magically get better before he went back home. God even James knew what a disaster he was to date and that's not even what they were doing. A roll of money in hand, he turned back to James, holding it out. "Here. Just- just go, and thanks for your time. I don't need to see you for the rest of the time we agreed." 

James blinked in surprise, looking at the money like he didn't know what it was. "What?" 

"I don't want to kick you out-" but that's exactly what he was going to do "-but please take the money and go." 

"I-" 

"Please." 

James blinked at him some more, then nodded, taking the money from him. It was awkward as he got dressed, and it probably looked real bad for him to run to the loo, but it would've been worse if James had seen him start to cry. He didn't want for Reg to leave and possibly ruin his life if Remus turned out to be any less perfect than Regulus thought he was, he didn't want to kick out James and never see him again, and he didn't want to be doing any of this. 

"Sirius?" James was knocking on the door. "I'll leave if you want, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. Bad phone conversation? Everything alright?" A pause, then, "Is it your brother?" 

Sensing that he wasn't going to go away until Sirius answered, he opened the door-- he'd forgotten to check how his face looked before opening it, but it couldn't be good. "I appreciate the thought, I really do, but please just go." 

"Are you okay?" 

Sirius rubbed a hand over his face. "I'll be fine." No matter what happened, no matter who left him, he'd be fine. He always was. 

"Alright," James said softly. "I guess I'll leave now. I know you won't believe it, but I had a good time with you. Look me up if you're ever in town, yeah?" He sounded hopeful, but he didn't wait for an answer before he left, clearly understanding that Sirius wasn't going to. 

He left and Sirius closed the washroom door again. It felt safer that way. 

When he eventually came out, he saw that James had left his key on the bed's side table. Sirius blew out a breath. That was good; he should have asked for it, but he'd forgotten. James was always so collected, always keeping track of all these details that Sirius forgot about. 

*

Sirius was leaving town, finally. He could get back home, meet Regulus's husband, and get back to reality. Reg might be leaving soon, but his couch would always be there to welcome him home after an exhausting day at work. He folded another tie and piled it on top, taking a quick scan of the room to see if he'd left anything out. He still needed to scan the washroom, but it looked like he had all his clothes gathered up on the bed. 

A knock sounded on the door, and he frowned, wondering who it could possibly be. He walked over and opened the door, his mouth open and ready to tell them that they had the wrong room, but it died in his throat. James. 

James was standing on the other side of the door, glasses-- Sirius had only seen him wear them once, that day he'd driven Sirius to the hotel-- and a sheepish expression on his face. "Hey." 

Sirius blinked, then blinked again. "Did I short change you? Sorry, I didn't mean to," he said, turning around to grab his wallet. 

"No, it's nothing like that," James said, stepping inside. The door swung closed behind him, but he didn't move further into the room. "I'm not here in a professional capacity. I'm here for... me. Y'know, us." 

"O... kay?" Sirius turned back to face him, confused. 

"It's-" James stopped, chewing on his bottom lip. Sirius had never seen him do that before. "It's kinda stupid, because I know you don't believe your brother fell in love with someone in week, so why would you believe I did it?" 

"You're not in love with me," Sirius denied automatically. "You said I was a disaster in relationships." 

"No, I said that's what you said, and that's not the same," James defended, walking closer. "You don't have to like it, but can't you accept that I feel that way about you?" 

If he were a good person, he'd say yes. "No, because you don't." 

James's eyes narrowed, and he started to look annoyed. "Anyone ever tell you you're a pain in the arse?" 

"Constantly." 

"Well maybe you should've listened to them a little more. For fuck's sake Sirius, aren't you going to say anything about it?" 

"I did." Did he miss that part? It seemed impossible, because he'd replied, but anything could happen-- except James being in love with him, that didn't make any sense. 

"I-" James started to say, but then he stopped, looking heart-broken. It made Sirius's heart crumple in on itself, and he twitched his nose to ward off the tears that wanted to work their way in. "I guess that's my answer." James looked away, making his way slowly to the door. "Is it too stupid to admit I actually thought you'd feel the same? I don't take risks, not about this and-." He stopped again, shaking his head. He pushed his fingers under his glasses and wiped at his eyes. "Sorry," he said, voice thick. "I'll go. Have a safe trip." 

James put his hand on the doorknob, and all Sirius had to do was keep it in for a few more seconds, that's all he had to do- "Don't," Sirius blurted, and it wasn't loud, but it was enough for James to hear that he'd spoken and he paused, turning his head back around. 

"Did you say something?" 

"Don't go," Sirius said. 

James didn't leave, but he also didn't take his hand away from the door. "Don't mess with me Sirius," he said desperately. "If you want me to stay, I need you to mean it." 

"I mean it." He walked over to him in large stride, then cupped James's face in his hands. "Don't go, stay with me." He leaned in and kissed him. They'd kissed dozens of times. There had been better kisses, better times where they fit together like they'd been made for each other. But James had started crying and Sirius was halfway there as well, and he wasn't used to kissing James with glasses on. It was stuffy, messy, a little pokey, and absolutely perfect. "Kinda wish we'd done this earlier so we could figure it out." 

"Figure what out?" 

"I don't live here; you do." Sirius kissed him again because he didn't want to move away. "Are we texting? Making trips every month? I don't... I don't know." 

"I can move to London." 

"I can't ask you to do that." 

"You're not asking, I'm offering," James said. He leaned against the door, and when Sirius's hands dropped from his face he caught them. "I take care of my great uncle and I've been living with him while I do that, so it won't take much for me to hire someone else for him. I've got clothes and shite, but no furniture, no lease to deal with. 'Course I don't have a place in London so that'll-" 

"You're living with me." 

"I am?" 

"If Reg can bring his fucking husband with him, I can bring you. Er, if you want, that is." 

"Hell yes I want to, but I can't ask you to make room in your flat for me." 

"As someone I know once said, you're not asking, I'm offering." 

James laughed, half pulling Sirius into a hug and half bringing himself away from the door to meet him. "Thanks. And I do love you. That wasn't an exaggeration." 

"I er," Sirius took a deep breath, released it, but couldn't say it back even though he wanted to. "Me too." 

*

Regulus stared at his brother and a stranger comfortably lounging on each other on the couch. "Sirius who the hell is that?" 

"I'm James," the stranger said with a wide smile and a wave. 

"And who's James to you? Sirius?" 

"My sugar baby, now shut it, we're watching the telly." 

James snorted but didn't deny it. 

"How well do you know this guy?" 

"As well as you know Remus," Sirius said, deigning to glance at him with a superior expression thrown in for free, but he turned it into a smile as he looked at Remus. "Hey, how's it going?" 

Remus smiled back and shrugged. "No complaints." 

"That's not fair to bring him into this," Regulus said, but he knew that he wasn't going to win this. Any argument he could make would be just as true for himself, and he didn't want to go that route. 

"If you say so," Sirius said, turning back to the television. 

"Let it go, love," Remus said, putting a hand on Regulus's shoulder. 

"Hmph." Reg started walking to his room, Remus following behind him. He only had a few boxes, but he hadn't bothered to unpack since they were planning on leaving fairly soon. 

"Hey Reg?" Sirius called, not moving from where he had his head pillowed on James's shoulder. 

"Yeah?" 

"Unpack your husband's boxes already, you make it seem like he's homeless." 

Regulus blinked, then huffed out a laugh. "Yeah Sirius, you got it." 

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Lucky (Reader x John Wick [-ish])

a/n: I accidentally vomited 2500+ words for something I didn’t think I’d vom for.  Anyway, take this and tell me what you think! No spoilers for any of the movies. This just exists at some point in time. Who knows.  https://youtu.be/gHAgXJhG4-o

So there you were, tied to a chair.

You could have gone over all the actions that lead you to this point, but there was no point. If you lived in your head 100% of the time, you wouldn’t have been a very successful—mercenary. You didn’t like to be called gun-for-hire or assassin because it didn’t encompass what you did. You did a little bit of everything.

Anyway—tied to chair. You wriggled your fingers to try and keep some feeling in them. You had to give it to your captors, sometimes people were dumb and didn’t think things through to keep you trapped. This time you were preeetty stuck.

“Why the fuck do you still look so relaxed?” The typical big buff dude was ordered to watch over you. The weird, antsy kind. You would have liked it better if he just paced around the room without saying anything, but he just had to run his dumb as fuck mouth.

You shrugged at his question. “I’m gonna be okay. I feel it in my jellies.” You smiled. Your instinct said that you’d be fine. When you were in life-threatening positions, something within you flared up and you used it fight viciously. But when you were calm, you knew something was going to happen in your favour. You were Lucky. You were known as Lucky for a reason.

Suddenly there were faint shouts, hints of chaos past the door. Oh, the timing. Beautiful! You looked the guard dead in the eye and grinned. He seemed spooked and with one last look at you, he turned to open the door and check what was happening outside—

—just to get a bullet right through his head and then another two in his chest for good measure. The guard fell to the ground with a loud thump, blood pooling around him. The door was only slightly opened, so you couldn’t see who had killed him, but it was kicked open before long.

Then you found yourself at the end of the gun that had killed the guard.

“Ah—” Your eyes widened as you recognised the wielder. “John!”

There was a pause before the gun was very carefully—partly—lowered. “Lucky.”

“Ohh, jackpot!” You wiggled in your chair in excitement. “Saved by the John Wick! My luck today, wow—hey, can you do me a solid and untie me? Please?”

You wondered if he would ever change, but you supposed he wouldn’t be John Wick if he changed so much you’d actually see or feel it. He was still dressed in a slick black suit, still gave you that suspicious once over with his dark gaze, still kept that gun trained on you as he stepped forward to cut the ropes that had kept you bound—though it was lowered fully when you were free.

You gave him a bright smile. “Thanks! I owe you.” There was no instinct to fight, but it still put you on edge to be in the presence of Baba Yaga. No one in the business would be foolish enough to let down their guard 100% around anyone in the business, let alone the John Wick. “So… Are you here for work?” Why else would he be in the building though? You gently massaged your wrists as you looked at the dead guard’s body. Something told you that he had something you needed.

John watched you walked past him and crouch down to rummage around the guard’s pockets. You were the same as always. He had no idea you were going to be in the building too. It was often problematic when two people in the business were working the same or similar jobs. In John’s experience, it would end up in a conflict of some kind.

You, however, were always a wild card. John had come up against you before, but out of all the assassins he’s had conflicts with before, you were one of the easiest to have a conflict with. Not because you weren’t threatening or weren’t capable, just because you were very honest. Many times you’ve walked away from a job and just waved your hands and admitted it wasn’t worth it. He could appreciate that honesty. Other times you were willing to off-handedly help out if it didn’t mean going out of your way.

He realised he hadn’t answered your question and replied with a simple, “Yeah.” There was more to it, but he didn’t have to explain it to you. What good would that be? It wasn’t any of your business.

“Thought so. Me too—but not a conflicting job.” You were still busy looking for whatever it was you were looking for, but then, “Oh! Lucky!” You suddenly stood up and held something out. A keycard. “This’ll make things a lot easier for me. Top floor?” You pointed upwards as if your question really needed any clarification. John nodded and you winked, “Easier for you too then.”

Since John was the one who was armed, he exited the room first. Or maybe he could sense you really couldn’t be bothered with the whole fighting thing. Out of the two of you, that was his schtick. When you stepped outside you looked around and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh.” There were bodies everywhere. Not unexpected if John was involved, but still kind of eyebrow-raising. John didn’t seem phased because of course, he wasn’t. He gave you a glance and you gestured down the end of the hall to where the elevator to the top floor would be. “You didn’t come prepared this time?” You asked sceptically. Most of the time he had floor plans memorised.

“Not as prepared.” There was a slight hint of a Wick-esque joke in there. Even if he went into a job completely unprepared he had a better chance than his enemies. The touch of playfulness also put you at ease a little bit. Okay, he was willing to work with you or at least not fight you right now. Lucky~

The commotion John had made must have pulled all the guards by the elevator away as the two of you had no encounters down the hall. You swiped the keycard and entered the number for the top floor, praying it would work—and it did. “Nice! I really didn’t want to have to run upstairs today. This job isn’t paying me enough for stairs.”

There was silence as the two of you waited for the elevator, but then, “I should charge extra for stairs.” John’s quip was very quiet, but you wheezed out a laugh before there was a ding from the elevator doors—

And a group of lackeys marched out, catching the two of you off guard for a moment—or at least you were caught off guard; you dived to the ground to avoid the ensuing gunfire. John was quick to empty the rest of his clip into two men, putting them down permanently. Their bodies slumped next to you and one of their jackets opened to reveal a fresh clip of ammo.

You could see that John was just about to yeet his goddamn pistol and you shrieked at him. “Nodon’tdothat! Take this!” You tossed him the clip so he could reload and use the gun for it’s intended purpose. After a few more precise shots, the lackeys were dead.

You stood up and dusted yourself off. John did his careful observation thing and then entered the elevator with you. The doors closed, the elevator music started and the two of you stood in silence. The air was tense. You chewed on the inside of your lip and glanced at John from the corner of your eye. John could see how antsy you were and sighed very lightly which was pretty much telling you to speak your mind. Which you did.

“You still throw your fucking empty gun at people? Really?” The words came out in an incredulous rush, but then you held up your hands in a defensive gesture. “That’s all I had to say. That’s it.”

“Are you sure?” John raised a brow at you and dared you to continue, though it wasn’t in that ‘I’ll kill you if you open your mouth again’ kind of way. It was just the normal fun banter.

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence facing the elevator doors, tension gone. The doors chimed when you finally reached the top and they opened to wide office space because of course, it did. You’d love to see one messy as fuck office one time, but it seemed like open, shiny-tiled penthouse spaces were really in vogue. You know, the spaces with the one desk and throne-like chair and ceiling to floor windows? It was nothing you hadn’t seen before.

Your original plan was to empty out the office, make the head honcho leave his desk so you could take what you needed and leave, but after you got caught, that plan went out the window. John’s method of doing things wasn’t as stealthy as yours, but it would have to do in this case.

The head honcho was definitely still in his seat, as well as his personal bodyguard because of course there was someone there looking like a final boss, but that wasn’t a problem for you. That was a John Wick problem and he knew it. You eyed the room and found the door you needed. “I’m only here for some blueprints. Whatever else happens isn’t my business.” You stated quietly. You weren’t going to interfere no matter what and you were hoping that John would do the same.

John’s eyes never left his target. “Yeah.” He agreed. It was just one less problem if you were going to stay out of the way, so he was fine with it.

“Do your best, John.” You stepped back as the last boss looking fuck started to advance.

“Thanks, Lucky.” His tone of finality meant that that was where you were going to part ways.

When the fight started, you ducked away to the edges of the office and crept towards the door you needed to go through. The head honcho was too busy being a wimp to even care about what you were doing. John Wick always stole the show and that worked completely in your favour, to be honest. You hacked the electronic lock on the door—as planned—and went inside to do your thing. While the transfers were happening you sat quietly listening to sounds of an intense fight outside. You even checked your phone and some apps; there were a few hints of job listings you could take after this job.

With the transfer complete, you gathered your things and peeked outside just to witness John putting down the persistent guard. Nice. What wasn’t nice was the gun aimed at John while he was distracted. It looked like the head honcho had some guts after all. Without thinking too much, you reached into your boot to pull out one of your knives and threw it with absolute precision at the man’s wrist to force him to drop the gun.

There was a scream of pain and with John alerted to the danger, that was it. There was another dead body added to the list.

“You said you wouldn’t interfere.” It was a statement, but John wasn’t ungrateful at all. It was nice to have people help sometimes and you were one of those people he could mostly-trust not to use favours against him.

You looked around exaggeratedly. “Where did that knife come from? Wow, that’s like ultra lucky for you!” You did a 360 turn to really try and sell the idea that you had no idea that the knife came from your helping hand.

John stared at you, but then knelt down to pull the knife from the man’s wrist. As you approached, he wiped the knife on the man’s shirt and then offered it. “You know you shouldn’t brand your knives.” There was a stylish ‘lucky’ engraved into the blade.

Smartass! But you didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t want people claiming my useful shit as theirs, John.” You shot back before swiping the knife from him and sliding it back into your boot. Jerk. You couldn’t help the grin plastered on your face. John was impassive as always, but there was a warmth in his gaze.

The assassin turned to leave before you did. You thought to wait a bit so he could leave first. Maybe you could rifle through the office and find some other useful stuff in the meantime? But when he reached the elevator doors, John stopped and turned back to look at you in a silent question. Weren’t you coming?

You were sincerely surprised and kind of confused, but not when he carefully tilted his head towards the lift. He wanted you to follow. You realised he probably meant to help escort you safely out of the building in exchange for helping him earlier, even though you said you wouldn’t.

Not a moment later you were in the elevator on the way down with a beaming expression on your face. John looked professional as always, just a little more bloody and bruised than earlier. This would make you even. You supposed this was his way of making sure you couldn’t use anything against him. You could understand how it was more of a safety precaution more than something—friendly.

It was important not to misconstrue actions in this business. It was important to stay level-headed about everything to just stay alive. Then again, the knife flying out of your hand to save John wasn’t exactly a level-headed decision—you just kind of did it. However, it worked out in your favour. Lucky~

Leaving the building was a lot easier than entering it. The two of you pretty much just walked out. There weren’t any more bodies to throw at John Wick—at least for now. Maybe they’d use some people who were a little more expensive and therefore more skilled, but still just as useless.

You stood facing John in the quiet back alley. “Well, that was more fun than I anticipated.” You didn’t want to say thank you because it wasn’t appropriate, so you settled for that.

“You got lucky.” John bowed his head slightly and you did see a small smile then. You knew that having friends in this business wasn’t real, but this also wasn’t the first kind-of intimate moment you’ve had with John Wick. If friends were a thing, you wondered if maybe that’s what the two of you were. Maybe. “See you around.” He surprised you then by using your name instead of your callsign.

You watched him walk away leaving you to your own devices because he knew you would be okay. He always knew that you would be okay and that he really would see you around. Again and again.

Turning on your heel, you also left, still feeling pretty lucky.

[thesardonicwriter]

Poems I Wrote in 2019

Yes, yes, I sometimes write poems. Because I’m a musician and write songs. Some of them aren’t long enough to be songs or I never put music to go with them, but all of them relate to how I was feeling at the time they were written. Sometimes a poem is easier than a journal entry.

Nightingale

What is a nightingale?

Is it something that we strive to be?

No, it is something that we wish could be reached.

What is a nightingale?

Is it an idea that brings us joy?

No, it is an ideal that no one can be held to.

What is a nightingale?

Is it my love for you?

No, it is something that I fake to bring joy.

What is a nightingale?

A nightingale is a simple songbird.

Nothing special for you or me.

Nightingale was written near the beginning of the year. I was still struggling with self identity. Hell, I still am now, near the end of the same year. I was in my final semester at community college after two years of not doing what I wanted to do. I felt... trapped. I felt like I hadn’t done anything important for the past two years and they had been a waste. 

What We Must

A lie is something easily told and easily believed

Because it is easy to want the better half

Of a world that revels in the dark and the hurt and the pain,

Of a world that pushes down that which makes us special.

The truth is something hated and revered, loved and despised

All for the same reasons a lie is believed.

A thing full of more pain than the word itself, a more tortured soul

Than a wannabe poet with a broken, leaking pen.

We do what we must to make people smile.

We do what we must to push forward.

We lie to make others happy.

We lie to make ourselves miserable.

Could the truth truly be an answer to freedom,

Or will it be the final nail that keeps the coffin lid down?

The first shovel of dirt has already been thrown on the roof

With a thundering, deafening blow that lingers in dark air

A lie is something that is wanted to avoid the pain

A lie is what I have told to you, my dear.

The truth would crush you, I am certain, for it is true

You say that you love me, but I cannot love you.

As you can probably tell, this was written about someone I was dating. He was really nice. A good friend of mine that I now no longer talk to because of a lot of reasons. We were pressured into our relationship by two other friends of ours. They were convinced that we would be perfect for each other. It was pretty great, but he wasn’t right for me. He had a lot of things that he needed to work out, mostly involving his parents. He also told me he loved me after a week together. Not wanting to break up with him after so short a time, I went along with it. I’m not proud of this, but I told him that I loved him when I don’t think I ever really did. I ended up breaking up with him after four or five months together. 

Special

Did you know

That I am not a special person?

If you’d look, I could show

How my mental state will just worsen.

I wish that it was much simpler to just go

To a state of being a much better version

Than who I am.

I want to be H.P. Lovecraft.

I want to be e.e. Cummings.

I want to be able to write past a rough draft

I wish that I could stand with the kings

Of literature and art, with a future graphed

To a level where people will take cuttings

Of works I have done, but I am too daft

To be more than I am.

I am not special, and neither are you.

1 in a million is a phrase for a reason.

There are hundreds of things we can do

Hundreds of things we can be, no matter the season,

That can change the world, but I know it is true

My name will not be remembered, but that’s not treason,

Because maybe I am the difference.

Ha. I think I’m much more depressing in my writing than I think, looking back now. Anywho, don’t worry about me. I’m doing fine. This was really just me coming to terms with the fact that, again, it’s okay to not be super famous or well known. That was what I wanted for a while and then I realised how much that would suck ass. So. I’m happy to just write these little things and live my life to the fullest without worrying about other people’s opinions of me.

Fragile

I think I came to you because you’re fragile

And I thought that I was strong

I could see my touch pulled you down

And lifted you up to a level you couldn’t keep

Something keeps bringing you back to me

No matter what I say or do

You keep coming back to me, back to me

I keep you near, and forget you when you’re gone

I’ve pulled you into my world, dragged you down

I’m drowning in your love, you’re slipping into my reign

I don’t recognise who we were supposed to be

This isn’t what I wanted, but what you asked for

I’ve shown you the dark parts to send you away

I’ve pulled you down with me, carved out a person

That’s just like me

I know that I can be reckless with your heart

I’ve left it broken and bruised, fragile and hurt

But still you come back again and again

Your fire a little weaker, your light fading fast

I stand tall, you slouch next to me

I’m far too messy and hardly ever kind

Please get out of my atmosphere

Before you break apart and go down in flames

This was what I wrote when I actually came to terms with what I was actually feeling in the aforementioned relationship. Yeah, that’s what I thought was happening. I think I did have somewhat of a good influence on his life. He started standing up to his parents more often (he’s 22 but was struggling with that part. I think he’s doing better with them now). Even if our relationship didn’t end up being happily ever after, I can at least say that we changed.

400

400 dollars

What shall I spend it on?

I know the thing.

A fucking WiFi juicer.

I... um... FUCK JUICERO

Carve

Carve, carve, carve.

Must we make things this

Hard, hard, hard?

Hold my hand, push you back, it’s just not in our

Cards, cards, cards.

Force, force, force.

We’re far in, can’t change the

Course, course, course.

Just one more day, I yell until I’m

Hoarse, hoarse, hoarse.

Mark, mark, mark.

Ink on my arm, igniting the

Spark, spark, spark,

Of inspiration, of things knocked out of the

Park, park, park.

Carve, carve, carve.

I’m yours, you are not mine.

I was in love with the same girl for five years. Actually. Literally. Five years. She was everything that I thought I wanted and of course the most unattainable person in the whole country to me. I’d been in love with her since we were sat next to each other in orchestra and she complimented my doctor who t-shirt. God, that girl was practically perfect in every way. We even dated until she moved to California to become an astro physicist. After talking to some professionals who helped me with romantic obsession (an actual thing I didn’t know I suffered from), I’ve gotten over the memory of who she was here. We’ve both changed. I’m sure if I went to talk to her now, I wouldn’t recognise her.

10 Years My childhood defined.

A world opened up to me.

Stories written. Stories read and refined.

One thing to show me what to be.

A moment of redemption for you.

Hours of distraction for us.

A destiny nobody knew

Entertainment as an added plus.

A start from 2008.

A reboot that created a phenomenon.

The end that was destined, fate,

Yet never viewed as a pawn.

Four words that were never small

Four words that we all stan.

Four words that will end it all:

I am Iron Man.

END GAME HURT ME, OKAY?!

Meanings

A hug means I need you.

It means my life is falling down.

It means that you are constant

And I cannot be alone.

A kiss means I love you.

Or rather an idea that relies

On us being together for it to exist

And words spoke to still hold meaning.

A call means you miss me.

It means that I was on your mind.

It means that I didn’t answer, again

And I couldn’t be bothered.

It all means nothing to me,

But everything to you

Yet somehow I can’t let you go

And you thrive on what I give

Drops of love, here and there.

Kernels of affection, to and fro

You still haven’t realised

What it means to me.

Oh man, romantic/love obsession is a hard road. Especially when you let yourself get roped into a friends with benefits situation with someone you have a crush on and form a connection that turns into romantic obsession because of unresolved issues from when you were a teenager. Nothing like it.

Unremarkable 

Two lives are never the same.

It’s simple enough to say. 

It hurts enough to count.

It holds enough weight that someone will remember.

If two lives are never the same, 

Can one ever be unremarkable?

Will there always be something to remark upon

And will you make remarks to me?

History doesn’t repeat, 

At least not the way people think it does.

There are always similarities,

But two lives are never the same.

Unremarkable.

Never has there been a greater injustice 

Uttered to those who would wonder

What is worth it and what is broken now

We’re all worth it. Everyone. We’re unique. No one can be the same as someone else. This is just the truth, my friends.

[ohtheseboysilove]

Ghost from the past II [ Roger Taylor x F!Reader ]

Words : 3, 900 K + (sorry sis)

Warnings : language, angst, panic attack

Summary :  Reader and Roger are in love and happy. Until Ally, first love and ex-girlfriend of Roger come back after years of silence, bringing chaos in their perfect life.

Note : The angst is definitively here ! I’m sorry Fred is being a bit of a bitch in this one and trust me poor Reader is not done crying ;) Tell me waht you think my cutie pies xx

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“(Y/N), baby. Wake up.” You blinked slowly as you felt a soft caress on your cheek, the worried face of Roger bended over you. “Here is my girl, you scared me baby”

You slowly sat up and noticed you were in you and Roger’s bed, your head throbbing slightly. He gave you a glass of water with a tender smile and you thanked him quietly, drinking it to clear your dizzy mind. He pressed a light kiss on your hairs, his fingers still rubbing your cheek. The conversation you had with the drummer came back immediately and you looked at the blond with terrified eyes.

“Tell me it’s not true. Please, tell me you don’t actually have a kid” You murmured with a weak voice, your hand clenching around his tee-shirt in a pleading gesture.

“(Y/N), it’s true” He grabbed your face but you pushed him away, shaking with panic your head, tears rolling freely on your red cheeks.

“No, no, no ! I love you Roger, I don’t want you to leave me” You sobbed loudly, trying to catch your breath between your cries. “You’re gonna go back to Ally and your son and forget about me” You could feel the panic attack raising in you, the fear crushing your lungs and your heartbeat increasing at every seconds.

The blond had his mouth half-opened, looking rather surprised with your reaction. His silence made you freaked out even more, crying hysterically at the thought of the love of your life leaving you for another woman.

“Baby, hey, calm down, please” He pushed away the hairs from your face and captured your jaw, he knew usually what to do to help through your anxiety but it was the first time he caused one of your panic attack. “Look at me, (Y/N). Breath baby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m certainly not going back with Ally, never. I’m staying with you because you’re the one I love” You refused to believe him, the nerves were taking the best of you as the pressure against your chest became heavier and you started to hiccup between each breath.

“N–no, I...she–“ You couldn’t form a proper sentence, sobbing furiously. She had his kid, why he would stay with you now ? He won’t. Your glanced at your shaking hands in Roger’s, you loved him so much, it was almost painful. “I– love you”

“And I love you too (Y/N), more than anyone I ever loved. You’re stuck with me for a very long time, I’m not going anywhere” You nodded slowly but you couldn’t still breath correctly, chocking out at every try. “Lay down baby, I’m coming in a minute” He raised the covers and waited until you slowly slid under, your chest going up and down painfully.

He went to the bathroom and like he promised come back quickly, a wet clothe on his hand. He sat next to you and gently pressed the fresh towel on your forehead, then your burning cheeks, rubbing softly under your swollen eyes. You felt better, his tender gestures helped you focused on your heartbeat, slowing it slightly. He put the wet towel on the night table and took his shirt off before joining you under the blankets, his arm immediately bringing your body against his, putting delicately your head on his chest, right above his heart. You sniffled quietly, streaming of tears slowing down as you listened his steady heartbeat. It was something that Roger did often when you were very anxious to calm your down, it worked every time.

He whispered sweet nothing to your ear until you fell asleep, completely drained of all your energy after your little breakdown.

                                               *************

When you woke up, the sunlight was less bright than when you fell asleep, the beginning of the evening creeping in the quiet bedroom.

“Feeling better ?” Roger’s lips pressed gently against your forehead as you yawned lazily.

“Yes” You cheeks heated up as you remembered your pathetic behaviour earlier during mid day. “I’m sorry” You watched him grabbed a cigarette and lighted it, taking a deep puff.

“Don’t be baby. I freaked out too when she told me” You let your hand wandering gently on his bare chest, waiting for him to continue. After all, he was the one who became father of a four-years old kid over a night, must be overwhelming. “Couldn’t believe it when she said that but...now I understood why she left years ago”

“Can I ask you something ? But promise you not gonna mad at me ?” You asked him with doe eyes, a bit worry about his reaction. He glanced back at you and captured your lips in a lazy, sloppy kiss, giving you the reassurance you needed. “How can you be sure it’s your son ? You told me you and her were seeing other peoples before she left...”

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating under your head. His hand opened the drawer of his night table and he gave you a polaroid picture.

“That exactly what I said to her so she showed a picture of Seth, it’s his name, and I...there no doubt possible” Your eyes almost popped out of your head at the picture. The little boy was a perfect replica of Roger, blond messy hairs, same cute nose and his giant blue eyes. The cheeky smile was here too. “I know, he look exactly like me when I was his age, it’s crazy”

You smiled, barely hiding the sadness in your voice as you spoke :

“He is a beautiful kid, Rog” The drummer squeezed your hip, knowing how strange and hard it must be for you too. “So...what are you gonna do about Seth ? Is Ally gonna let you see him ?”

He took a last drag and crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. “Told her I want to be part of the kid’s life” He glanced at you and his features relaxed when he saw your encouraging smile. Of course he wouldn’t abandon his child, you knew Roger and even if he was surprised he would be here. “She seemed happy about it, told me I could meet him this weekend if I was ready”

“Are you ?” He nodded almost timidly his head, his cheeks covered in a light shade of pink. “That’s great Roger, Seth deserved to know his amazing father” You put a gentle kiss on his lips, stroking softly his hairs.

“You think he will like me ?” The blond rarely needed reassurance, he was a pretty confident man. He had to when whatever he did was commented by the whole world, talking shit about him and his band without any shame.

“I know he will love you Rog” You exchanged a loving gaze.

You meant every of your words.

                                               **************

Two months had pass since you learnt about Seth, stressful months for you but amazing for Roger. Him and Seth were now very close, apparently the kid was more than happy that his dad was a rockstar, beaming with joy everytime Roger showed him some stuffs on his drums in the studio. You didn’t meet him yet, your fiancé asked you to come with him for the first meeting but you told him it wasn’t your place to go, it would only confuse the poor boy. Roger and him spent a lot of time together and with Ally, of course. Picnic in the park, afternoon at the zoo or beach day at Brighton. You felt sick everytime he left to go see his...his family. You didn’t have a problem with Seth, he seemed to be a lovely kid and it wasn’t his fault but knowing that the drummer spent so much time with his ex-girlfriend made you incredibly anxious.

For the second time Roger proposed you to meet him. And Ally. Now that Seth was use to his dad, he could meet you and the band, who was aware of Roger’s paternity only since this morning. He knew that if Fred knew about Ally’s return he would have gone straight to her place and messed up Roger’s efforts. Tonight they were all coming at your and Roger’s place to introduce Seth to everyone. Saying you were nervous was an understatement.

“Relax, baby. No need to be so tense, everything gonna be fine” The blond came behind as you were cooking, gently massaging your sore shoulders.

You didn’t spend a day without being nervous, always wondering if Roger was falling back in love with Ally. It would be so much easier for him, going back with the mom of his son…

“I know, it’s just...” A loud knock on the door interrupted your sentence. You gulped loudly and watched Roger walking to the door.

You sighed when you recognised John and Brian’s voices. They were with their respective wives, of course, Chrissie and Veronica, all speaking excitedly about Seth.

“(Y/N), how have you been ? We didn’t see you for ages” Brian enveloped you in hug and you forced your lips to curl into a smile.

“I’m fine Bri, been busy with work” Lies. You were to fucked up about Ally to do much these past months. “Hey John, Rog told me about Veronica’s pregnancy. Congrat !” You put a warm kiss on Deaky’s cheek when he came toward you.

“Thanks (Y/N), we are very happy and the kids are ecclesiastic to have a new baby sister or brother in few months” You smiled tenderly and turned off the oven as the meal just finished to cook. “How...how did you take the new about Seth ? Must have been difficult to you”

“Yeah, it’s been strange at the beginning but Roger is so happy everytime he come back from seeing him...I’m glad Ally finally told him” You busied yourself with cooking the vegetables to avoid John and Brian’s gazes.

They exchanged a glance but didn’t insist, thankfully. Just when Veronica and Chrissie joined you to chat, Freddie’s voice echoed in the living-room and unfortunately, Paul’s too. This man was the devil but Fred couldn’t go anywhere without him.

You watched them seeing hello to everyone. Paul purposely avoiding Roger and it was the smartest idea he get since you knew him, the blond winked at you when he caught your gaze on him and you smiled softly, your heart fluttered everytime you lost yourself in his beautiful eyes.

“Hi Freddie” You took off your apron and walked to the singer with a big smile. You really loved him, he had been so nice since the first day Roger introduced you as his girlfriend to the band, he gave you the warmest welcome you ever had and you were grateful for that.

“(Y/N), where were you hiding ?” You opened your arms for warm hug but he turned around before you could reach him. The front door was open and a woman’s voice that you didn’t know travel to your ears. Ally.

You watched Freddie dodging your hug to almost ran toward the brunette who walked in the living-room. She was absolutely beautiful. Taller and thinner than you with a gorgeous smile and pretty doe eyes. You never really felt bad about yourself but compared to Ally you were completely ridiculous. A tight knot formed in your throat as she accepted the bone-crushing hug of Fred.

“Ally, darling ! I missed you so much, I can’t believe you’re still gorgeous as I remembered, this dress is absolutely ravishing !”

You drifted your gaze to the plates in your hands, breathing slowly to calm your shaking hands. It wasn’t the time for a scene. You silently dressed the table, listening to the boys happily welcoming their old friend and gushing about how cute Seth was. You rubbed your bare arms, feeling suddenly cold and profoundly sad. It was like it wasn’t your place to be here, she didn’t know Chrissie but they were already chatting animatedly about kids, you sniffled quietly but repressed your tears.

“Hey” You felt a light touch on your shoulder and faced Roger with Seth in his arms as you turned around. “(Y/N), this Seth, buddy this is (Y/N), daddy’s friend who I told you about” You cleared your throat and smiled warmly to the little boy, he looked even more like the drummer in reality.

“Hi Seth, it’s nice to meet you. Your dad told me a lot about you” He giggled lightly and hid his face in his dad’s neck, bringing a tender smile on Roger’s face. “He is so cute Rog. And he looked so much like you, it’s unreal”

“I’m the one who carry nice months and at the end, he looked exactly like his father” Ally joked as she appeared next to Rog, smiling gently. You stomach twisted heavily at her sight, her hand rubbing Seth’s back. You forced a chuckle and ignored the chills running through your body, she was the one who transformed your perfect life in a living nightmare. Unintentionally, but still, you would never getting back your old simple life. “I’m Ally, you must be the lovely (Y/N) ?”

“It’s me, yes. Nice to meet you Ally” You shook hands and shifted uncomfortably when she moved her hand to Roger’s forearm.

“How’s doing our little angel ?” You felt your eyes burned at the our, Seth was her and Roger’s kid, a little reminder for you that they were linking around this little boy for the rest of their life.

“He’s alright. A bit shy with all these new peoples but he’s gonna be okay, right buddy ?” Seth nodded eagerly and made grabby hands toward his mom who happily complied. “(Y/N) made him mash potatoes and nuggets for dinner, it’s ready if he is hungry” She gave you a nice smiled and walked away, you sighed deeply and turned back to the kitchen, closing your eyes to calm you down.

“I know it’s hard for you baby” Roger spun you around to face him and kissed your head. “I’m very grateful for what you do (Y/N), you’re amazing” You smiled timidly and took refuge in his warm embrace.

                                             *****************

The rest of the evening passed smoothly, the boys catching up with Ally and learning more about their “nephew”, all already under the charm of the little boy. It wasn’t hard to fall, he was as good as his dad with charming peoples.

“Oh my god Rog !” Ally stood up and walked to the bookcase, grabbing his old polaroid. “I can’t believe you still have my present. It was for your...what ? Twentieth birthday ?”

“It was for our first Valentine’s day together All, you’re still have a bad memory” He chuckled, amused. You drank a sip of your wine and Roger’s hand, which was pressed against your thigh, rubbed gently your skin.

“Really ? Jesus, I remember we did have fun this day” She giggled and you were almost sure she said that in purpose, letting Roger brought the subject on the table. You bit harshly the inside of your cheek as everyone laughed, your head downed toward your plate, staring blankly at it.

“Oh but it couldn’t have be funnier that the day I walked in your room Rog, when I found you naked and tied up to the bed, I swear I almost pee myself !” Freddie commented with a loud giggle, wiping away the amused tears of his eyes. “Ally, you cheeky bastard, she let him like this after he said something she didn’t like”

You put down your forks and pinched roughly your leg, trying to distract your mind from your urge to cry. The drummer slid his hand around your shoulder, pressing it as an apology.

“Fred, stop it” Roger warned him with a severe voice and the singer rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, we’re all grown up. (Y/N) know perfectly it’s the past, don’t you darling ?” All the gazes were on you and you nodded quickly, a fake chuckle escaping your mouth.

“Of course Fred. I...I’m gonna bring the desert” You ignored Roger’s worry look as you walked to the kitchen.

You took few deep breaths, putting aside the pain in your chest and doing your best to ignored Fred’s words. You felt horrible and you didn’t understand why he was doing that to you. He wasn’t stupid, he certainly knew that it would hurt you to hear about Roger and his ex-girlfriend but he kept doing it anyway. Probably because she had been his best friend for years and years.

When you came back with the chocolate cake, Ally was back in her chair, the polaroid on his hand, taking a picture of Seth, more than happy to pose. Definitively Roger’s kid.

“Thank you, baby” The drummer grabbed the plate from your hands and you gave him a reassuring smile, not long before they all left and honestly you couldn’t wait. He started cutting it and giving a part for everyone.

“Oh, thanks Rog but I don’t eat chocolate, I thought you would remember that” You didn’t like the way she called him Rog all the time, a little reminder of their closeness. And she couldn’t stop neither to talk about the past, if you weren’t eating alive by the fear to see Roger left, you would have been pissed off.

“Nonsense, Ally darling ! You have an incredible body, you can eat all the chocolate of the world” Freddie didn’t miss an opportunity to praise his long-life best friend.

“He is right Ally, you’re really in a shape. I don’t know how you do that, I don’t have time with the kids !” Veronica commented and listened carefully to the brunette’s answer.

You looked at the cake in your plate and ate a little piece, feeling immediately sick after. You spaced out for some long minutes, your spoon playing with the desert as you were just waiting for everyone to leave. You came back when you felt Roger moving next to you. He pushed back his chair and took Seth on his leg, bouncing him up and down earning cute giggled from the little boy.

“You’re ready buddy ? Smile to mummy !” At his words you noticed Ally crouched down in front of them, the polaroid in her hands.

“Boys, you look beautiful !” Ally stood up and gently pressed a hand on Roger’ shoulders, showing to him and Seth the picture.

You stared at the three of them with tears in your eyes, you never felt so out of place than right now. They looked like the perfect little family and you like the horrible woman who were trying to break them.

“Can daddy sleep at home with us tonight, mummy ?” You swallowed a sob and stood up discretely, hiding the tears on your cheeks.

“You knew I would love but I can’t buddy, but next week you can sleep here if you want ?”

“Can mummy come too ?”

You closed the bathroom door and dropped on your knees in front of the toilet, emptying your stomach in it. Your throat was burning as you slowly moved away, flushing the toilet with a loud sob, thankfully the music in the living-room was probably muffling your noises. You splashed your face with fresh water, rising your mouth and shook your head, you couldn’t cry longer as they were going to leave soon. The last thing you wanted was that everyone saw you crying over Ally, Roger and Seth. You would look like the selfish jealous fiancé who couldn’t be happy for the drummer. A knock on the door made you jump.

“One minute, please” You replied with a shaky voice.

“(Y/N), it’s John. Just want to talk to you” You dried your eyes with a tissue and get out, facing Deaky. “I’m sorry for tonight” He smiled sadly at you and shook your head, blinking to keep away the tears.

“It’s okay Deaky, Seth is a really cool kid, I’m really happy for Rog”

“I know you are. But Fred wasn’t very nice to you tonight, him and Ally had always been like this, having each other’s back, even if it’s hurt innocent people like you” He squeezed gently your hand and you smiled sorrowfully at him but at least someone understood you tonight. “And I can’t imagine how you felt about her...sudden come back in our life but Roger love you, he truly does. And Ally can see it too, I think she is a bit...jealous. She always had been Roger’s number one girl and now it’s you, she’s not use to that but she will come around”

“Thank you John” He saw how hard it was for you to not burst in cry right now so he proposed to go back in the living-room, you agreed eagerly, everyone were probably about to leave.

You were right, you felt a tiny bit better when you saw all your guests putting their coats back, Seth clenching onto his father’s arms, whining loudly.

“I will see next week buddy okay ? We can go to the funfair if you want” His face immediately lighted up and all mark of sadness were gone.

“Wait ! We should do a picture darlings, like in the good old time !” Freddie yelled, a bit drunk. “(Y/N), honey come here” You smiled timidly, relieved that the singer finally gave you some attention after pratically ignoring you all night. But your smile fell as he handed you the polaroid. “Take few steps back if you want to have everyone in the picture (Y/N) !”

Paul snickered loudly and smiled nastily at you, seeing very well the hurt in your eyes.

“Hey, no, baby come here. Paul should take the picture” Roger was about to stand up but Ally pushed him back on his chair, sliding an arm around his shoulder, Seth on his lap.

“Nonsense Roger, Paul is with me, he must be on the picture” He chuckled but coughed awkwardly when he saw your glossy eyes. Everyone saw them but you ignored their pity looks and did as Freddie asked you. “I mean he knew Ally since a long time so...” He tried to save the situation but it was too late for that, the pain was already caused. Chrissie didn’t know Ally before tonight but apparently she was legitimate to the picture.

“It’s okay, Fred. I understand” You replied with a fake and pathetic weak smile.

“No, it’s not, (Y/N) baby–“

“She said it’s fine Rog” Ally cut him with an exasperate voice. “It’s just a picture”

He was about to chatted her back but he saw you, shaking your head with a pleading look. You just wanted to end this horrible evening . So he sighed discretely and smiled, hardly but he did for the photo.

As soon as the picture slid from the polaroid you said a quick and general goodbye before locking yourself in the bathroom. You peeled off all your clothes and moved under the shower, sitting on the floor as the warm water rolled on you.

“Baby, they’re gone” You didn’t answer and hid your face in your hands, muffling the sound of your cries. “(Y/N), let me in, please” You didn’t move and kept crying instead, your head pressing against the cold wall of the shower. “(Y/N) can–“

“I need to be alone right now Roger, please” You chocked out between two sobs. “I will join you in bed in few minutes” He murmured a weak okay and his footsteps echoing in the hallway.

You stayed under the shower until the water became cold, you couldn’t understand how quickly your life turned from perfect to nightmarish so quickly.

                                            ********************

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[insfiringyou]

First time having sex with J-Hope

Contains: Fluff. Smut. Fingering. Vaginal sex.

AN: Although this can be read on its own, we imagine the girl here is his OTP, Nana, who features in our headcanon masterlist. You can find out more about our headcanon universe here

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin  /   Suga  /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

I was very excited to finally write this as Hoseok is my bias! Please enjoy. Very fluffy and smutty! ~Admin N

Rated written content below cut

Hoseok jolted suddenly as his phone slipped from his loose grasp and landed face down onto the gravel. He sighed in relief as he ran his thumb over the glossy screen. Luckily, nothing had broken. He had been distracted, as he sat on the bench, by the same young woman who had been circling the park for the past 30 minutes. She had first caught his attention because of how she dressed. Her tank top and matching skirt were impossibly white, a small crocheted bag hanging from her shoulder, the neon yellow of her beaded necklace matching her sandals. The day was overcast and gloomy, the earth a little soft from the drizzle that so often accompanied spring. It was not a warm day by any means, even though the sun was beginning to break from behind the clouds.

Secondly, her behaviour was very odd. She would circle any tree that she passed and stare for minutes into the beds of flowers, gently pulling aside leaves and patting the wet soil before moving to another. Hoseok was eyeing her, curiously, until suddenly she turned on the spot and met his eyes from across the path.  His heart pounded inexplicably as she strode over with purpose, her thin brows slightly raised. He parted his lips slightly to greet her, but stopped himself, as she brushed past the bench and began to peer in the thick shrubs beside him.  He couldn't help but watch, open-mouthed as she stepped into the mud, the loose weave of her bag catching in the twigs as she examined the leaves with extraordinary care.

"Excuse me..." Hoseok said, softly. "Is everything alright?"

She glanced at him, slightly taken aback as though she had not realised he had been sitting right beside her. Her face was heart shaped, her large brown eyes seeming too big for it  and surrounded by a fan of long lashes. There was a rosy tint to her cheeks, but otherwise her skin was pale, smooth and bare. Hoseok couldn't help but notice that she was incredibly pretty, despite her hair looking a little wild as it blew in the breeze.

"I'm looking for my other earring, " the woman replied, her fingers toying unconsciously with the brightly coloured, dangling hoops hanging from her earlobe. "I was walking my dog here earlier and I stopped to take off my jumper...I guess it came off then..."

She sounded a little scattered, as though more to herself than the man speaking to her. Stepping a little further into the shrub, she reached in and retrieved something between her fingertips. But she sighed as she withdrew a candy wrapper, muttering to herself.

"I hate that..." Hoseok heard her say under her breath, as she reached over to put it in the bin beside the bench. Before he could ask her where she thought she'd lost it, she lost her balance and fell unflatteringly onto the wet dirt. He sprang to his feet, eyebrows lost in his fringe as he rushed to her side and pulled her up by the elbow.  One sandal was missing, her bare foot covered in muck as she righted herself.

Hoseok guided her, hopping, onto the path. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Ah, look...your clothes..."

"No...I'm fine." She shook her head, checking herself over where he had indicated. The once white outfit was filthy.  She had placed one hand flat against the ground as she fell, and dirt was under her fingernails . A little confused, she looked around and grabbed for the sandal. "I slipped..."

She slid the shoe back on her muddied foot, and wiped her hand unceremoniously on her skirt. Noticing that she no longer had her bag, he unhooked it from the spiky branches carefully as not to snag the yarn .

"Do you want to keep looking? I can help." Hoseok offered, resting the bag back on her bare shoulder. He thought she looked more disappointed than embarrassed, her coral-pink lips slightly turned down at the corners.

"No thanks... I don't think it's here anyway," She sighed. They rattled cheaply as she brushed them with her fingers. She took out the remaining one and tucked it into her bag. "I should probably go clean up...too bad... I really liked those earrings. They were my favourite."

"Do you have far to walk?"

"To the library." She said, simply. "My apartment is opposite."

Hoseok frowned. "The library in town? That's kind of far."

The woman nodded, brushing her dirt-free fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame her wild curls. "There are no good parks near there...they're always so noisy. But I like this one a lot."

The offer was out of his lips before he could really consider how forward it would sound. "I live across the street. You can come up and clean yourself up a bit first, if you like?"

He blushed as she met his gaze, questioningly. After all, she didn't know this man, but she had no reason to distrust him. "Is that...really okay?"

Hoseok nodded, and to his relief, she didn't look alarmed by his proposal. He couldn't help but smile brightly at her, and she returned it with one that was slightly crooked. Following his lead, she dawdled slightly behind as they headed towards the street.

"Do you walk your dog here a lot?"

"Well...he's not really mine. Seulgi belongs to my neighbour. She broke her ankle, so she can't really do it herself with the crutches. But the cast is coming off in a few days. " Her voice was light and airy, almost musical in the way she spoke, and Hoseok inclined his head to listen better to the pleasant tone of it.

"You changed your hair colour," she continued, her eyes lingering on his black bangs.  She knew she recognised him, but it was only then that she had realised she'd seen him in the exact same spot, eating a banana just a few days before. The sudden change of conversation made him glance back at her, slightly bewildered, as he pushed the button for the crosswalk. "I saw you here last week. I remembered you because you had red hair. But you changed it."

"Yeah...it's more boring now, right?" He chuckled,  taking long strides forward as the crossing light turned green.

"I like it." She said, at once. " It makes your skin look glowy. Like you've just been on holiday or something."

Hoseok felt a warmth creep up his cheeks as he felt her eyes on him, a toothy grin breaking out on his face.

"I just got back from Europe," He said. " It was a little warmer...but just a little."

They were heading towards a shadowed a trio of immense glass buildings, easily the tallest of those around. She hurried a little behind him to catch up with his long strides. They had been clearly visible from the park, reflecting the breaking sunshine from the window panes. "What were you doing in Euro- oh."  She paused, staring skywards at the edifice as the man turned left into the first of the three buildings. " Is this where you live?"

The man nodded, looking a little sheepish. "I moved in a few months ago... but I'm not fully unpacked yet. " He punched in the key code to the building and led her through to the lobby, equally as impressive looking of marble floor and tall ceilings. Her sunshine yellow flip-flops slapped noisily against the white tile. She realised what a disaster she must look as a woman, pristinely dressed, passed by them with an obvious, lingering glare at the grass and mud stains on her clothes.

She was staring down at her feet, her green nail varnish now dull and brown, when Hoseok reached for her swinging hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Don't worry about it." He whispered, under his breath, dimples forming on his cheeks as he smiled warmly at her. The gesture was simple, fleeting, her stomach flipping his fingers trailed away from her wrist. They took the elevator in relative silence, the curtain of curls disguising her private smile .

"Sorry, it's a little messy... " he said apologetically, beginning to step towards the staircase, away from the chaos of the living room. She shuffled out of her shoes and placed the bag beside his on the doormat, casting her eyes curiously around the open space. There was a half built entertainment unit in the middle of the room, screws and tools scattered everywhere, and several large boxes which she guessed contained more flat pack furniture. There were two half-filled glasses of orange juice by the couch.

"My friend was helping me put it all together, but he had to leave, so I gave up. I'm not great at that sort of thing." He rambled,  pausing as they reached a door at the top of the hall, slightly ajar. He peered in first, before pushing it open and lingering by the entrance as she slipped inside.

"Oh, it's so nice..."

"I'll leave you alone now, okay? I'll be down the hall." Hoseok smiled. She thanked him, and he pulled the door gently closed with a soft click.  Now alone, it occurred to her that she didn't even know the stranger's name, wishing she'd thought to ask him whilst they had been walking. He must have wealthy parents, she thought, to have such a spacious bathroom in Seoul. Her own was cramped, cluttered with products and odd towels that had followed her from apartment to apartment. Yet he seemed perfectly nice, kind, and she decided that nothing else mattered except for that. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she plucked a few small leaves embedded in her curls, trying to brush out the dirt that had managed to cling to the ends. She ran the tap and rinsed her hands underneath the warm stream and began to undress down to her pale pink briefs. Slim and shapeless, her breasts were too small to really bother with a bra. The tiny swell of them felt the chill of the airy space, her nipples hardening as she rinsed her camisole under the water. It ran brown as the mud washed away, and she lathered soap and worked at the stain until the fabric was completely sodden. Her skirt was even worse, and she ended up submerging it completely in a pool of warm suds before wringing them both out and draping them over the bare towel rack to dry. Atleast it was a little better, she thought, sliding down her underwear  and stepping into the shower cubicle. It took her a little while to figure out how to achieve the right pressure and temperature, the water pounding hard against the frosted glass as she fiddled with the chrome dials. Already drenched, she began to wash her hair, squeezing a little shampoo from a bottle on the rack. The scent of tea-tree was fresh and exhilarating, tingling as she massaged it into her scalp. Her mind wandered a little as she washed, her skin prickling pleasantly.

-

"They delivered the wrong speaker." A low purr rumbled against Hoseok's ear. "I had to send it back, so I guess I have free time after all. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Ahh,  now's not a good time," Hoseok said cautiously, eyes flickering to the door of his studio, which he'd left ajar. The hall was empty and silent, except for the faint sound of running water. "Something came up."

"What?" Yoongi inquired.

"Uhm, I have a guest...sort of."

"Ah, Hoseok..." He drew in air audibly between his teeth, but his voice was soft and playful, knowing that he wouldn't have to probe much for details. "Who is she?"

"I don't know her name..." The younger man said, quickly, his chair groaning as he leaned back. "But, it's not like that. She's just using the bathroom and I don't know how long-"

"Just let me know when you're done. I found the alan keys."  The call ended abruptly, and Hoseok slid back the phone into his pocket with a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair, staring blankly at his laptop screen, unable to concentrate on the document in front of him. A tentative knock on the door made him jolt from his seat, and guiltily he looked up to see her stood in the doorway.

His lips parted immediately, a slight gasp slipping from his lips. She peered around the door, thick hair heavy as droplets of water trickled down the pit of  her neck and between the crevice of her small breasts. The white camisole was damp, creased, clinging to every inch of her slim figure. He couldn't help but notice the little indent of her belly button and the two, hard protrusions of her mocha-coloured nipples, her areolas clearly visible beneath the white cotton. He swallowed hard, feeling his breath stutter as he met her large eyes.

"Sorry to bother you... I just wondered if you had a towel...I couldn't find one." She muttered, thinking she had disturbed something. He closed his lips, realising he had been staring.

"Uum, yes, I keep them in the closet...sorry, I guess I forgot to mention that."  Laughing nervously, he turned away a little and stood, his legs feeling odly numb. She had caught his gaze flicker down her body, and she realised in the artificial light how little her clothes had dried in the hot steam of the bathroom. A bright red flush crept up her cheeks. Suddenly, the air seemed too thick to breathe, heavy with silence. There was a crackle of electricity as he brushed past her and stepped out of the room. She pinched her shirt, trying to readjust how it stuck to her skin, but without much effect. He returned moments later holding a fluffy lime- green towel, his face equally crimson.

Their eyes met as she glanced up from his slender hands, and her stomach turned once again at the desire burning in his expression. She took it from him with a breathless thank you, the heat of his body radiating through the wet camisole as they inched closer together.

Frantically, their lips clashed together in a whine of pleasure, the towel dropping to their feet. They broke apart to take sharp breaths before they collided together again excitedly. Droplets of water continued to roll down her forehead and tip of her nose, intermingling in their kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, making her ache as she matched his feverish pace, his hands busily roaming from her hips to her lower back. His pressure would have been firm where he to keep still for even a second. Yet there was a desperate edge to his embrace, one which deepened the pull in her navel, her libido craving more. She ran her fingertips through his hair, tugging it slightly as she intensified the flavour of the kiss.

"You're so sexy..." He panted, against her lips. She felt his teeth as he smiled against her, and he pushed back keenly.

Flushing in pleasure at his words, her heart skipped. She wanted to repeat the words back to him, but her mind was feeling very hot and fuzzy, and when she spoke again it was with an aching, wistful sort of sigh.

"Touch me..."

Hoseok's fingertips broke the barrier of her shirt and ran flat up her stomach. Her skin was burning, a little clammy from the shower, but beautifully smooth. His breath stuttered in his throat as he palmed her breasts. Though the flesh there very little, her nipples were hard, puckered, and felt incredible between his long digits. Too soon, they slipped away, and he began to peel the fabric over her head. The air was cool as it fully hit her skin, but warmed once more by his hands as they continued to clamber over every inch of her figure. He captured her lips once again, her clitoris pounding so hard that she thought she might lose her balance.

Instinctively, Hoseok sensed her discomfort and lifted her skirt, running his hand up her inner thigh and brushing the warm material of her panties. She groaned at the feel of his fingers against her, pushing the fabric against her centre before angling further up. Head thrown back,  he peppered her exposed throat with toothy kisses, circling the tiny bump with two fingers. Sighing in relief, she held herself steady by wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"That feels so good..." she moaned softly, though she knew he had heard her because she felt him grin against the space between her collar bones. They moved quickly down to take one of her nipples in his mouth and he flicked his tongue quickly over it, making her feel incredibly sensitive. She arched back, lips slack, sending a few droplets cascading down her back  as her clit ached between his fingertips. It was almost painful; sending shivers up her spine as she gripped his back more tightly.

"I want you," she whined. "Please."

Hoseok didn't need to be asked twice. His arousal was already straining against his jeans, and she gasped in surprise as she felt his erection push against her stomach through the denim. He released her nipple, his hand moving away from her panties and to clutching at her hips. Their lips crashed, and he guided her roughly to the tiny, two seater sofa that was usually occupied by Yoongi. Her skirt bunched up around her midriff as she sank back against into the cushions, his long legs awkwardly positioned half on the carpet as he rested his weight on her. Heart thumping, she tugged desperately at the waistband of his jeans, realising to her dismay that he was wearing a belt. Feeling her struggle a little with the buckle, he closed his fingertips around hers as he kissed her cheeks, and freed himself. She helped pull the band of his boxers over the head of his cock, pre-cum spreading across her palm as she jerked them down just enough to expose his shaft. He was rock hard, and she could feel the pressure of it against her, frustrated by the barrier of her underwear. Together, they dragged them down her thigh and he pushed into her slick folds. They both cried out at the sensation of it, an odd sense of relief and mingled excitement.

"You're so tight...feels...amazing..." Hoseok whined, his voice strangled, edged with pleasure. She felt so full, his cock fitting her curves perfectly. He was impossibly close, tangled completely around her. Aching to touch him, she skimmed her hands up his shirt, finding a comfortable grip on his shoulders. Her heart fluttered as she watched his face change, her breath hitching as he thrust sharply into her. Her damp curls would surely be a frizzy mess as her head bumped against the cushions over and over. But she couldn't care less. Holding him tightly, she inclined her hips to meet him in each movement, the angle earning each a loud moan of satisfaction. His rhythm was delightfully consistent, never losing its pace, but building in intensity. The sound of their high, breathy cries echoed around the barely furnished room; hers a little louder, as a warm tingle spread from her clit and resonated in a spot deep inside of her.

Her orgasm took her by surprise; the shockwaves of it catching her breath in her throat, and causing her to dig her nails hard into his shoulders. Hoseok felt every pulse of it around him, squeezing him, pulling him tightly.

"Ah...fuck..." He whined, drawing his lip between his teeth at the sensitivity. His hips automatically began to slow at the feel of her throb around him.

"Don't stop..." She managed in a desperate whisper. "S-so good..."

He pushed her thigh against her stomach, changing his position so that he was more upright, enabling himself to push back into her with more ease. His legs had begun to ache as he found his footing against the laminate. Able to see her face clearly now, he watched her expression change as her long eyelashes fluttered open, eyes sparkling back up at him. Lips parted, she inhaled sharply as he moved, clearly enjoying the sensation of him. It was beyond sexy to watch her lick her lips every now and again, dry from her moans, biting them as he buried himself deeper inside.

"I'm close..." Hoseok panted, cheeks reddening as his release grew quickly. He knew that he had to act fast, a panicked edge to his voice. "What should I do?"

"I don't mind..." She replied, almost dreamily, her face a picture of bliss.

Making his mind in that instant, and just in time, he grasped his cock by the base and pulled out of her, his seed spilling over her bunched skirt and pubic hair in a loud sigh of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever as he stroked himself until he felt too sensitive to touch. It took a minute for his orgasm to ebb away, his body overcome with a warm shiver that left his complexion rosy and glistening with perspiration. She thought he looked beautiful.

"I'm sorry, I messed up your skirt..." He breathed, his hand running down her thigh and to his fading erection. She caught a glimpse of black pubic hair disappearing over the band of his blue boxers.

"It was already ruined, " she said. " I couldn't get the stains out anyway."

Hoseok chuckled softly, though she looked slightly bewildered.

" I'm a teacher. I don't even know your name..."

"You're a teacher? That's really amazing. " Hoseok said brightly, eyebrows raised. His cheeks were glowy as he smiled, seeming genuinely impressed.

She flushed, hoping that he would not get the wrong impression of her. " I  don't usually do this... "

" Me neither." He agreed, and she knew he was telling the truth.

"My name is Nana. "

"I'm Hoseok. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before we-  " A nervous laugh escaped his lips, dimples forming on his cheeks. "Really, I didn't expect to....was it really okay that I..."

She murmured in agreement, smiling kindly at him. "Don't worry.. I'm on the pill."

He sighed in relief."Can I get you something else to wear? Your clothes are still soaking."

Nana nodded, and he squeezed her hand before leaving the room. She used the excess fabric of her skirt to clean the traces of him that had caught in her pubic hair and along her thigh, before pulling it down her legs and bundling it. So he was called Hoseok- even his name made her feel warm, familiar. She cast her eyes around the room, mind whirling. There was a microphone by his computer and large, expensive looking speakers. She decided she would ask him about it later.

When he returned he was holding an oversized shirt and pair of elasticated , leaf-patterned shorts.  He looked a little apologetic, eyes skimming languidly over her naked body. " I don't have anything in your style." He said .

"Of course not, it's not like you were expecting me." she replied, voice sweet and teasing.

-

She dressed unhurriedly, his clothes hanging loosely from her small frame. Hoseok was watching her, eyes soft with affection.

"Wow...you look great, Nana."

Her heart did a little flip as he said her name, and she smirked in disbelief at him. "How could I? I look a mess."

She was referring to her hair, wild and unkempt. Dragging an elastic hair band from her wrist, she began messily tying it into a bun, away from her face.

"You're even cuter like this. So pretty."

Nana blushed hard as he stepped forward, one hand resting softly on her hips as the other cupped her face, pulling her into a sweet, chaste kiss. Surprised, she pressed her lips tenderly against his, suddenly feeling dread at the thought of having to leave.

"Can you stay?" Hoseok asked, his tone pleading and gentle. She felt comforted that he too was experiencing the same, strange sinking feeling in his chest.

However, Nana shook her head, regretfully. "I have to prepare for my classes tomorrow."

It was true; her kitchen table was a chaotic mess of scattered books, stickers, and lesson plans.

His smile fell a little. "Oh...that's too bad. I wish you could."

Her heart hurt at the disappointment in his voice.

"I have an hour before I absolutely have to leave, " She added quickly, sinking back onto the sofa. "Maybe we could get to know each other  a little better?"

"Really? That's okay?"  Hoseok beamed as bright as sunshine itself, and she couldn't help but grin back. Sitting next to her, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. They ended up laid down, her head on his shoulder, with  his long legs tangled around hers. Nana glowed, heart thumping as he continually toyed with her curls. Everything about him was warm, and she could easily have dozed off, but she wanted to talk.

"So what were you doing in Europe? I didn't get to ask you."

"Oh," said Hoseok, with a pause. He hadn't fully appreciated until that moment that she did not appear to know who he was, and he wondered if it would bother her to find out. "Me and my friends were travelling..."

She caught the hesitation in his voice, knowing that there was something he was not telling her. "Just travelling?" She prompted, softly.

"I really like you, Nana." Hoseok said. "Do you like me too?"

"Of course I do." Her voice was still gentle, sincere, but she was a little confused by his change in direction. She could tell that he was nervous. He shifted a little, one arm holding her against him as he reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. After a moment of fumbling, her handed it to her. Bewildered, she took it and squinted a little at the photo on screen. Hoseok, looking sunkissed, was smiling broadly into the camera. Seated behind him were six others, dinner plates and half-empty bottles of Corona placed on the table in front of them.

"I took this of us at a restaurant whilst we were over there," he explained. "That's Yoongi, the one who was helping with the furniture. The one next to him is-"

"Wait," Nana interjected, slowly, eyebrows furrowed as she remembered an interview she had seen on TV a few weeks prior. "I recognise this guy. And this one was-.... ohhhhhh. Now it makes sense."

"What does?"

"Your microphone," She replied, a little dazedly. "I thought you were one of those bloggers who makes a killing from ASMR."

Hoseok exploded in a high pitched cackle.

"ASMR? Really?" He repeated. "I don't think I'd be very popular."

"Stupid guess, I know. I just didn't expect....I don't really keep up with idols these days."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"I think it's amazing. And your friends seem really nice."

Hoseok smiled, obviously relieved. "Yeah, they are."

-

It was several hours later when they eventually pulled up outside of her apartment. The streetlamps had already flickered on, and the windows of the library across the road were dark and empty. Hoseok apologised profusely for keeping her for so long.

"Don't worry about it. I'll catch up before class," Nana reassured, her cheeks slightly rosy. Neither had realised how long it had been as they chatted happily, simply content to hold each other and talk. She now knew that he had an older sister who ran a clothing brand, and that his parents were still living in his birthplace of Gwangju. She in turn had revealed that she had spent a few months in the city as a teenager, during her parent's divorce. He had listened sympathetically as she assured him that they were on good terms , and that she saw them often during the school holidays.

"Is it okay to call you tomorrow?" Hoseok asked.

Nana clutched the plastic bag, containing her clothes, making it rustle loudly as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

They smirked, a familiar crackle of electricity passing between them. Without words, they leaned in close and captured each other in a kiss. She felt his hand caress her cheek, pulling away a little before pressing his lips tenderly once again to hers. Nana couldn't remember the last time she had butterflies like this, and with a little regret, she dragged the belt over her shoulder and began to slide out of the car.

"Thank you."  She said, dizzily. "I'm glad I met you today, Hoseok."

The recollection of that afternoon drifted between them, leaving a long, aching pause.

"Me too," he responded, their eyes meeting in an affectionate exchange.

After what felt like forever, she closed the door of the vehicle, turned her key in the lock, and heard the car pull away as she made her way to the second floor. With a little sigh, she placed the bag on the kitchen chair, gathering up all of the books and piling them back into a large backpack. It would have to wait until the morning.

-

The sound of kids screaming and playing outside drifted through the open window of the classroom. The light breeze was making the wind-chimes they'd made earlier that week tinkle prettily from the latch they were dangling from. Nana took another bite of her BLT, peeling golden stars with her right hand and sticking them into the exercise book in front of her. A soft buzzing made her pause, and she quickly swallowed as she slid open her desk drawer and saw her phone vibrating against her academic diary.

"Hello?" She asked, not immediately recognising the number.

"It's me." The voice on the other end of the line made her heartbeat accelerate, her face suddenly feeling hot.

"I wasn't expecting you to call so soon, " Nana said. "I'm just having lunch. Class starts in a few minutes."

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, I just wanted to ask you something."

Taking another, smaller bite, she urged him to continue, curious.

"Well I.. I haven't stopped thinking about you all morning." He said. He was speaking quickly, as though he had to get out what he was thinking in that instant. "I just wanted to ask if you would be happy if...if I asked you to be my boyfriend."

Nana choked a little on her sandwich. "Your boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend!  I meant girlfriend." Hoseok laughed, and it was infectious. Her stomach began to hurt, until the line went quiet, his soft breathing audible through the speaker. Her chest warmed at the implication, knowing immediately that nothing would make her happier.

"I'd love that." She replied, her smile stretching over her lips, imagining his face as she said it.  The school bell rang and a loud yell echoed from outside as students began to flood into the halls.

"Really? That's great." Hoseok exclaimed over the din.

Her face was beet red, eyes stinging a little, and she wiped the corners with her sleeve. "Yes..." She breathed. "But I have to go now. "

"Okay...well.." His voice was equally breathy."I'll see you soon."

She drew the phone away from her ear as footsteps thundered outside of the classroom door, along with the remains of her half-eaten lunch. Her heart felt so full she thought she might burst.

Needless to say, the class got gold stars on all of their assignments that afternoon.

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