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farfromharry · 3 years

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summary: just cute domestic tasks with peter parker

peter parker x stark!reader

w/c 3k

a/n - i’ve had this in my drafts for so long snd forgot to post it :)

buttoning or zipping up clothing

“hey, peter?” you called. he hummed, coming to stand in the doorway of your closet where you were getting dressed for your dad’s gala. his eyes widened as he admired the way you looked in the dark blue colour, especially how the dress fit your body so perfectly, completely in awe of your beauty.

“once you’re done drooling parker, can you zip me up?” he nodded, snapping out of his lovesick daze and walking over to you. his hands touched your bare back shyly and you jumped, throwing a look over your shoulder. peter pulled away instantly, scared he’d done something wrong.

“your hands are cold.” you giggled. his heart warmed at the sound of your adorable laugh, the boy falling even more in love with you, if that was even possible. he moved his hands back to your skin and revelled in the sound of your laugh again as his cold fingertips brushed your warm body.

he tugged the zip up, gently moving your hair so it rested over your shoulder. the lightly touch of his fingertips made you shiver, a cheeky grin spreading across his face that you couldn’t see.

“all done.” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder.

“you look so pretty.” you blushed, turning to face your boyfriend, finally taking note of how good he looked in his suit. you whistled lowly, raking your eyes up and down his form, clad in a smart black suit and a blue tie that matched your dress.

“you look so good, wow.” it was now his turn to flush pink, his cheeks becoming rosy and making him look even cuter.

“we’re gonna be the hottest couple there.”

“gonna take everyone’s breath away, you’re so gorgeous.” he placed a few more kisses on your shoulder, trailing up your neck and jaw, right until he reached your lips.

“you’re perfect.”

putting on their necklace

“hi.” you smiled, leaning your head around the doorframe to look at peter seated on your bed.

“hi.” he laughed.

“i need your help again.” you whined. watching him stroll over to you with a smile.

“what’s up?” he asked, leaning his cheek on your shoulder, nose nudging against the skin of your neck.

“i can’t get my necklace on.” you pouted. he kissed your pout away, your lips following his when he pulled back, peter let out a beautiful laugh, one that made your heart yearn for his lips even more.

“later.” he said. he took the piece of silver jewellery from your hands, asking you to turn around. with one hand he tried to lift all of your hair out of his way, finding himself utterly unsuccessful. laughter bubbled up in your throat that you tried to stifle, not wanting to embarrass him for merely trying to help you.

to aid him you lifted your hair out of the way for him, giving him access to your neck and upper back. a ‘thank you’ slipping past his lips.

he brought the two ends of the necklace together and easily clipped them on, a scoff slipping past your lips at how easy that was for him.

“how did you do that so quickly?” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“magic hands i guess.” you smirked at the underlying dirty meaning, seeing peter’s features contort into a confused look, your heart soaring at his innocence.

“what?” he asked, his adorable cluelessness showing through. you cupped both of his cheeks and gently kissed his lips, grinning after seeing the tips of his ears turn pink.

“nothing baby.” you giggled. you heard your dad call your names, prompting you to take peter’s hand and lead him downstairs to the gala, where the night would truly begin.

any hair touching at all

study dates with peter were some of your favourite kinds of dates. even though you couldn’t count how many times you’d been scolded for pda or been kicked out for laughing too much.

mj and ned didn’t particularly enjoy accompanying you on them, at least not that they let you know, but secretly your friends were your biggest supporters. they thought you were utterly perfect for eachother. it had grown late, ned waving a goodbye as he had to go home, mj following shortly after.

that left you and peter, you weren’t really studying anymore, just watching how his eyes drooped as he tried to keep up with his biology work.

“pete.” he hummed in response, eyes snapping open to pretend like he hadn’t been half asleep.

“why don’t we go home?” he shook his head, his curls falling loose around his forehead.

“need to finish this.” he grumbled. you sighed, pouting at the sight of your tired boyfriend. you reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes, gently scratching behind his ear. he practically purred, his eyes fluttering shut, pushing into your hand for more.

“we can go back to my house and you can take a nap, come on.” he huffed, reluctantly packing away his stuff and standing up from his seat. you’d already texted your dad a few minutes earlier, asking him to send happy to pick you both up. little did you know, your dad had decided to come for himself, watching the cute form of affection between you and peter through the window and as much as he hated seeing his baby girl grow up, he was happy you’d found someone as amazing as peter.

you kissed his head, running your fingers through his hair, watching as he almost fell asleep on your shoulder.

“c’mon hunny.” you laced your fingers with his, pulling him with you to head outside. your eyes widened seeing your dad, giving him a quick hug and a greeting.

“what’re you doing here?”

“i’m not busy tonight, so i uh thought we could all watch a movie together, get some food.” you smiled. you hadn’t spent much time with your dad lately, him and peter had been busy in the lab, so you were more than happy to accept his offer.

“think peter might pass out though.” you giggled, looking at the boy whose eyes were closed resting on your shoulder. your dad laughed, nodding his head.

“let’s go home.”

giving them a bite of your food and you feed it to them off your own fork

as soon as you got back to your dad’s penthouse, peter all but collapsed on the couch and passed out, a giggle bubbling in your throat.

“well, i’ll order food, you pick a movie and sort the kid out.” you nodded, heading to your dad’s dvd collection. you ended up picking one of your favourite disney movies, setting it up on the large tv before trying to wake your boyfriend.

“peter, hunny?” he opened his heavy eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them with the back of his hands.

“we’re getting food, are you hungry?” he shook his head.

“i’ll just have some of yours.” you nodded, kissing his head and telling him to make himself comfy. you went and grabbed him a blanket, coming back and laying it carefully over his sleepy body.

after your food arrived you woke peter up, letting him lay his sleepy head in your lap.

“pete, do you want some?” he lifted his head from your lap, looking at your outstretched fork and nodding. peter took a bite, you moving your fork back afterwards, peter mumbling a quiet thank you. your dad chuckled at the two of you, feeling slightly like a third wheel in his own home.

“even me and pepper aren’t this touchy.” you scoffed, shooting him an accusing look.

“you so are!” you defended, peter chuckling quietly. your dad shook his head, showing you his hand sassily.

“i’m the adult, so I automatically win.” you gasped, glaring at him.

“don’t abuse your power.”

“too late.” he laughed. peter watched the interaction with a smile, knowing you’d been missing spending time with your dad lately. the night ended with you falling asleep on peter, missing the end of the movie. after it was over he offered to clean up but your dad brushed it off, telling him to take you to bed.

peter hoisted you up into his arms, his super strength making you feel like a feather. he gently laid you in your bed, tucking you under the covers and kissing your head. watching as you shifted until you were comfortable.

“thank you, peter.” he jumped slightly, turning around to see your dad in the doorway. peter furrowed his eyebrows.

“what for?” he asked.

“taking care of my baby girl.” he patted peter’s back before leaving without another word. your hand suddenly reaching for your boyfriend.

“come cuddle.”

catching their eye from across the room

“loverboy’s staring again.” your friend nudged you, pointing over in your boyfriend’s direction. you turned your head and locked eyes with him. his big, brown, puppy dog eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

he had a goofy smile on his smile as he looked at you, ignoring ned’s attempts at trying to talk to him while he was in an almost trance.

peter’s smile was contagious, a similar one breaking out onto your face. you tried to hold back your blush, not wanting to get teased by any of your friends for being utterly smitten for peter parker.

he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, watching you admiringly from the other side of the cafeteria, a longing look of adoration in his eyes.

“peter!” ned finally called loud enough, the boy in question snapped out of his daydream and looked at his friend, initiating in conversation momentarily to find what he wanted, before turning his head and going to look back at you.

his face dropped when he noticed you were gone, a frown sneaking onto his lips as his eyes searched for you.

your arms wrapped around his neck, hands resting on his chest.

“you need to stop staring.” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. his grin returned, turning his head to the side to see your beautiful face.

“i can’t help it, my girl’s just so pretty.” you blushed.

“your girl, huh?” peter’s eyes widened, shaking his head and stuttering out his response.

“uh, i-i didn’t-“

“peter, i’m kidding.” he rolled his eyes, moving over for you to sit next to him. ned made a quiet gagging noise, a giggle slipping past your lips as peter scolded him. you laid your head on peter’s shoulder, lacing your fingers with his underneath the lunch table.

“maybe i should stare more often if we end up like this.”

picking fuzz off their clothing

you felt his stare on your face, turning to look at him and catch him in the act of staring.

“c-can you help me?” he looked up, holding the two sections of his tie with an adorably confused face.

“c’mere.” he shuffled over, watching your face intently as you tied his neck tie for him.

“when did you learn to do this?” he asked, curiously.

“before dad and pep started dating, he could never tie his tie for all the parties and things, so i learned.” peter stared at you in awe, finding you absolutely adorable.

“you’re so cute.” you blushed slightly, finishing the knot and pecking his lips.

“you look really good.” he became his old blushing self again.

“t-thank y-you.” you grinned, checking over his blazer and picking a small piece of fluff off his shoulder. you brushed a few more of his right sleeve and gave him a soft smile.

“i think you’re all good to go.”

“it sucks that you can’t come.” you frowned, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“i know, but you can always come back here later.” he nodded, kissing your forehead.

“are you sure i look okay?” he asked again, nervously. you rolled your eyes.

“yes, pete it’s going to be fine.” your dad was taking peter on a small mission, going undercover to try and track down some guys. peter was freaking out, wanting to impress your dad and scared he wouldn’t be able to do so.

“y/n?” you turned your head and greeted your dad with a smile, laughing at the material in his hands.

“i thought you would’ve learned by now.” he shrugged, letting you tie the silky material the same way you did for peter.

“there, all done.” he thanked you, kissing your temple and leaving the room, telling peter to follow behind.

“have fun you two.” you waved them off, watching your dad guide peter to the car. “and please don’t die.” your dad rolled his eyes and peter’s widened.

“no promises kiddo.”

“dad!” you yelled. “mr stark?” peter questioned, in sync to your yelling.

“i’m kidding, god get a sense of humour.”

sitting in the same room working on different things together in silence

you and peter always found it comfortable to just be around eachother, even when you weren’t doing anything. right now you were working on math homework, him on physics and the atmosphere was peaceful.

he was sitting in his desk chair, turned slightly so he could still see you, but so he could still work at his desk. you were laying on his bed on your stomach, head resting on your hand.

you’d occasionally lose focus and just admire your boyfriend, how his left eyebrow rebelled, how his lips moved while reading, the little dimple in between his eyebrows when he got confused.

“can feel you staring.” he lifted his head, a slight blush coating his cheeks.

“you’re just really pretty, can’t help it.” you explained like it was obvious. peter was guilty of doing the same to you, he’d watch as you worked out ridiculously hard math questions that he could never do, he watched as you’d pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you got stuck, or how you’d chew on the end of your pencil.

“c’mere, come sit with me.” he opened his arms out for you, letting you crawl into his lap on his desk chair.

“are you stuck?” he shook his head no, a sigh coming from you.

“jus’ wanted to hold you.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple and returning to his work.

the two of you stayed sitting like that for a while. you watched peter work, occasionally pressing kisses to his head that made him blush every time.

“i need to go finish my homework, pete.” he whined, nuzzling his face in your neck and tightening his grip on your waist.

“don’t leave me.”

“ ‘m not leaving you, just going over there.” he shook his head, keeping his grip on you tight.

“peter.” you whined.

“nope, not letting you go.”

teaching them how to do something

“no, like this pete.” you giggled, you were currently trying to teach peter to box, as weird as it sounds, you didn’t trust any of the other avengers to go easy on him.

“this is so hard, y/n.” he pouted. you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

“we’ll just keep practicing, you got this.” he nodded. peter parker was not one to give up easily, so he was definitely going to try.

you kept slowly talking him through the moves, holding up your gloved hands in front of your face.

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” you rolled your eyes.

“you won’t.”

“but what if i miss?” he asked, with the cutest puppy eyes.

“you won’t.” you reassured, quickly kissing him and moving back into position.

“do it pete.” he took the first jab and decided it wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought. this continued for a little while, occasional comments on how to better his tactics or posture to help him out.

bucky and sam had entered the training room by the time you and peter were finishing up in the ring.

“kick his ass y/n!” sam yelled, laughter bubbling in your throat.

“last one pete.” he took one final, rather strong, jab at your gloves and you cheered, congratulating him on his first proper boxing session.

“i did it.” you laughed. the boy smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

“now try it with bucky.” he looked at the scary super soldier and gulped. you laughed loudly, shoving his shoulder.

“i’m kidding, but he’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt you anyway.”

“he could crush me with one finger, y/n.” you giggled.

“now you’re sweaty, get off.” peter pouted, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“that was mean.”

“but you love me anyway.” you teased.

“yeah, i do.”

doing something for them because their hands are full

“dad please?” you begged, pouting as he tried to turn you away from the lab, telling you he wanted no pda or distractions to deal with.

peter was on your side, finding he actually worked better in your presence.

“fine, fine, but please let him work.” you nodded, grin forming on your lips as you kissed your dad’s cheek.

“thank you!” you ran into the lab and took a seat at the workbench, a little way down from peter so you wouldn’t distract him, but could still watch him work. you ignored your dad’s eye roll, he’d told you many times not to run in his lab and here you were, still doing it.

“y/n?” peter mumbled, words muffled from the screwdriver that was hanging from his mouth. you nodded, pushing yourself up and walking over to where he was seated.

tony was watching like a hawk, his protective dad instincts kicking in at seeing his baby girl so close to a boy. even if he trusted peter with his life, he was also weary about his baby getting hurt in any way.

tony felt slightly bad for thinking you’d be a distraction to peter at first, now seeing that you were a huge help to him fixing his web shooters.

you took the blue handled screwdriver out of his mouth, a ‘thank you’ coming from him.

“can you put this on for me, i can’t do it in myself.” you nodded, letting him slip the web shooter on your wrist and lay it in his lap. you admired his concentration face, the way his brows pulled tightly together in focus.

“can you pass me that other screwdriver?” you nodded, reaching over the desk and handing him the red handled one, keeping your wrist tightly secured in his hand so he could properly fix the tech.

“and, done.” he grinned, pressing a sneaky kiss to your lips while he thought your dad wasn’t looking.

“thank you for helping me baby.”

“of course.”

grocery shopping together

“can i actually rely on you?” he asked, subtly glaring at you.

“yes dad, stop being dramatic.” you rolled your eyes, taking the list from his outstretched hand.

“i’m trusting you both, okay?” your dad asked, unsure about the grins on yours and peter’s faces. he looked between you both one more time before handing you some cash and shooing you away.

“move, come on, i don’t have all day.” you left your home with a goodbye, waving to your dad as you and peter started your journey to the grocery store.

“so, we get the stuff on his list and then leave okay, no messing around.” he pointed his finger at you accusingly.

“i won’t do anything.” you said.

“promise?”

“not sure i can.” you teased, already rushing ahead of your boyfriend in the store. he rolled his eyes at your childishness as he tried to catch up with you.

“y/n, come on.” peter felt like he was leading a child around the store, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you into him.

“we gotta get this stuff.” he motioned to the list your dad had given you.

“live a little pete, come on, he’ll never know.” peter sighed.

“but i’ll be the one in trouble.” he pouted. you rolled your eyes and cupped his jaw.

“he loves you, don’t worry.” you wrapped your arms around him.

“can we please have fun?”

“fine.”

time had flown while you and peter were simply just enjoying yourselves, taking the groceries home to be met with a very impatient looking, tony stark.

“where have you both been?” your faces dropped, sending your dad a sheepish smile as you tried to hand him the groceries he’d asked for.

“we were getting your stuff.”

“for 3 hours?” he asked. he sighed and brushed it off.

“can i atleast have my change?” he held his hand out towards you.

“about that, uh-“ you started, only to be cut off by your angry father.

“i gave you almost a hundred dollars.”

“and we used it very wisely to, go get food.” you whispered the last part to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“what!”

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some-cookie-crumbz · 4 years

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Meet Cute prompts, 47" w TodoDeku???

OOOhhhh boi~! This was a real fun one~!

Prompt: Texting the wrong number but continuing the conversation.

"Get a studio apartment!" Natsuo had insisted. "You don't need a lot of space and it'll be more cost efficient!" He said.

Shouto made a mental note to inform Fuyumi that she was his only sibling now.

He groaned as he dropped his school bag and umbrella by the door, then kicked off his shoes. A loud clattering came from the small half-wall that separated the living room space from the bedroom space, watching as a cream colored cat tower toppled right over with a black and white lump fluffed to about twice his normal size clutching the side of it. He winced at the loud clatter it made, knowing that his neighbors would have words with him about that later, and let his head fall back. "Punchy," he breathed out, barely restraining the frustration in his tone.

An excited mewl came from the cat and, when he glanced back down, he'd abandoned the tree and was making a beeline for Shouto. His tail was up high and his yellow eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Punchy," he said, kneeling down to scoop him up, "why do you do this? Do you hate your tree?" He knew he was just talking to himself, but it helped to relax him. When he first got his apartment, he had been surprised by how lonely he felt. Fuyumi had suggested he get a pet, to help keep him company. Looking into it, he found that cats were listed as the best apartment animal, since they were typically pretty independent and could handle long stretches of time alone better than most breeds of dog.

Except, as fate would have it, Shouto had picked the clingiest, neediest kitten to ever exist. Not that he minded, really. He appreciated how affectionate and chatty his four-legged friend was. He just wished that his apartment was a little bit bigger, since it seemed that his rambunctious feline might need more room.

Punchy let out a chirping little mew in response to his question before headbutting up against his chin. Shouto snorted a bit, bringing one hand up to gently scratch right between his eyes, then gave a few right between his shoulder blades and set him down. He propped the cat tree back up before changing out of his wet clothes and into something dry and warm.

Once that was done, he settled on the couch, his cat right behind him, and started reading articles on his phone. Punchy curled up on his stomach and he dropped one hand to gently pet his head and back, smiling at the rumbly purrs he was awarded. Things were all quiet for about fifteen minutes before his phone pinged with a new text messaging from an unfamiliar number. Which was followed almost immediately by another.

Shouto scowled and toggled over to his messages, clicking on the unread texts.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (5:34 P.M.):

JDOWOJDKIDI ITTY BITTIES

I FOUND ITTY BITTY BABY KITTIES

He blinked slowly, tilting his head curiously at the message. He wanted to say they were excited, but they could also be panicked and looking to ask a friend for help. He figured he should let them know, so they could make sure the tiny kittens were well taken care of.

Me (5:36 P.M.):

Sorry, wrong #

He then paused for a few moments, considering his next move carefully as interest took over, before jotting down another message.

Me (5:38 P.M.):

But pics or it didn't happen

He waited a full ten minutes, waiting to see if he heard back, before settling his phone aside and going to make himself dinner. By the time he was done preparing his own meal and serving Punchy's evening serving of wet food, his phone chimed again several times in a row. He set his plate down on the small table, slid to sitting, and pulled up the message.

He was greeted by several pictures. The first was a picture of five bundled up little fur balls, all squished together in a big and fluffy towel, being cradled by a lightly tanned arm littered in scars. All five had their heads tilted up to stare at the camera and he let out a small whine at how cute and tiny they all were. They were even smaller than Punchy when he brought him home eight months ago! And all their eyes were still that foggy blue-grey all kittens had until their natural color developed. They probably weren't any older than four, maybe five, weeks.

The pictures to follow were of the kittens individually, carefully held up in individual towels so that their markings could be better seen as well as to perhaps determine their genders. The first was mostly brown, but had white mittens on all four paws, the tip of its tail and ears, and it’s little chin. The second was of a little orange tabby kitten, but they seemed to be wiggling about too much and a portion of the green towel the mystery texter had bundled them in was covering the top of their little head. The next was of another tabby, but this one was grey; light grey over most of the body with darker grey stripes and little white paws just like the first. The fourth kitten was another brown and white mix, with the same white markings on their paws and tail as the first, but there was more white along their face, with a strip of brown leading from their little pink nose and getting wider and arching around his eyes and head. The last kitten was a tuxedo, much like Shouto’s own Punchy was, and had markings that seemed to be a sort of hod-podge of the first and fourth. Number five had the same white on its paws and tail as they did, but there was a bit more mottling on its paws where the fur colored changed from black to white - while the divide was clear on the other kittens - and there was more white markings on its face with a thin strip of black under each eye.

All in all, a ridiculously adorable litter of kittens.

Me (6:24 P.M.):

Oh no

They cute

He set his phone aside as he started to eat, turning the television on and switching it over to a crime show for background noise. His phone pinged two more times in the minutes to follow, but he waited until he was mostly done with his food to check again.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (6:27 P.M.):

rite?????

xxxx-xxx-xxx (6:33 P.M.):

Pic

I mom now

The picture was of all five kittens, nestled in their towels and being held between what seemed to be a heating pad and what was clearly a well-defined chest. And that chest was attached to a face, too. He seemed to be about Shouto’s age with wild green curls and big, bright, wide green eyes. His cheeks were covered in freckles and his lower lip was jutted out slightly, clearly melting over the five furry babies in his arm. Shouto’s heart gave a quick jolt in his chest.

Oh no, he was cute, too.

Me (6:44 P.M.):

I want them on the weekends and holidays.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (6:46 P.M.):

um?????

I am a strong, independent single cat mom who don’t need no man.

Shouto chuckled to himself at the response. He looked down at Punchy, who had clamored back into his lap and dozed off, as he came up with his response.

Me (6:49 P.M.):

You're breaking the family up.

They need their older brother.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (6:50 P.M.):

waIT

u hav kitty???

PICS NAO

Shouto laughed before clicking over to his gallery. He had plenty of pictures of Punchy, but it was determining which ones to send. He shifted through before selecting three. He picked one from when he first brought him home, when he was still just a teeny fuzzball, and put "Smol knockout" underneath. The next one he picked was from about two months ago, when his friends Tenya and Momo had come to hang out one evening. Momo had purchased a little red and black striped tie for him and, not wanting to miss a good photo op, they had put it on him and taken a few pictures. He added the notation of "Business casual Punchy" to that one. Last was from two weeks ago, when he'd come out to see Punchy sitting on the couch like a little person, back legs spread wide to completely expose his pudgy white tum, and one of his front paws resting on the remote as if he was about to change the channel. "It's been a week, hooman," he added to that one.

He grinned and scratched under the aforementioned cat's chin as he watched the little dots appear as the stranger formulated a response. After a moment, he was blown up with emojis and gifs expressing how much he adored the pictures. Then, after a moment, he actually strung words together.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (6:58 P.M.):

I LUV HIM

WAT

HIS NAME

Me (6:59 P.M.):

His name is Punchy

xxxx-xxx-xxx (7:00 P.M.):

DID U NAME HIM AFTER THE CAT FROM AC????

Me (7:00 P.M.):

xxxx-xxx-xxx (7:01 P.M.):

OMGGGGG

PERF

HE PERF

Me (7:02 P.M.):

He is

From there, they wound up chatting about Animal Crossing, their favorite villagers, favorite games and their opinions on the changes made in New Horizons. They also ended up naming the five found kittens after five more villagers. They chose the names Kitty, Tangy, Lolly, Rudy and Tom for the little babies, given their color patterns and genders. Shouto himself wondered if perhaps he could take Tangy once she was a little bit bigger. Maybe having a little friend would help keep Punchy from going full lunatic when Shouto was away.

But if he wanted to do that, he’d need to know the stranger’s name.

Me (7:48 P.M.):

Btw, I still need to know your name

So I know where to send the custody paperwork

xxxx-xxx-xxx (7:50 P.M.):

u do kno i can counter sue rite?

And then, a second later, he got his actual answer.

xxxx-xxx-xxx (7:51):

Midoriya Izuku

Shouto blinked then chuckled to himself. Midoriya? Really? That felt like a bit of irony, considering the guy was pure green. He added him to his contacts quickly, grateful to have a name to apply to the hot kitten-saving man.

Me (7:53 P.M.):

Todoroki Shouto

Also, wanna come to my island?

I have Raymond

Midoriya Izuku (7:56 P.M.):

KJFGQLIHP9iuoawj;erfkjbhz;.esrhf

YES

IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION????

#crumbles grumbles #TodoDeku #Guess what I've been watching my sister play?#And guess which cat villager is my favorite?#This is tooth rotting fluff and I am pleased with it #my fics

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moominquartz · 4 years

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rating: T fandom: Steven Universe prompt: Secretly Drawing the Other warnings: None Apply word count: 3.4k requester: @kohakhearts

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Connie is in desperate need of a reference picture.

My first complete fic for Fluff Bingo, which is something solely in a writing discord I’m apart of! Yes, it was inspired by BTHB, but it’s fun to have something to go to when I’m all out of angst juice. :)

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Connie has never been especially talented at anything outside of school. She wins only as many tennis matches as she loses, and she struggles with the advanced sheet music that most of her peers seem to pull off flawlessly. Her grades are always A’s, sure, but that hardly seems like talent or skill, only an ability to test well.

The one thing Connie has never allowed herself to itemize — never allowed herself to compare herself to others, no matter how tempting it is — is her ability to draw.

To be fair, she knows she isn’t very good. When she begins, she’s heavily influenced by the wide-eyed, shoujo anime she adores, and proportions are the furthest thing from her mind. She draws solely for the fun of it, for pure expression. She draws when she’s ecstatic, she draws when she’s angry, she draws when she’s so sad that her tears stain the pages.

It’s only pencil drawings, but they’re very personal to her, and it’s something she doesn’t want anyone knowing she’s doing. Her parents know, because they’re her parents and she needs them to buy her the sketchbooks and the pencils. None of her friends do.

No one except Steven.

“Whoa,” Steven whispers with wide, childlike awe as he holds her sketchbook between his hands. He cradles the book as if it were scripture bound in expensive, gilded leather. “Connie, you’re amazing.”

She blushes. “Oh, it’s not anything special.”

“Are you kidding?” He looks at her with such fervent belief that it throws her off-kilter. “Connie, I don’t know anything about drawing, but look at all the details you put in here!”

That isn’t quite true; Steven draws as well, though maybe not as frequently as she does. Still, she supposes she can see what he’s saying. Even though the proportions are way off and Archimicarus should not be double the size of Lisa’s head, Connie took the time to put in every accessory she loved into Lisa’s outfit. She was determined to make sure Lisa was recognizable, despite the fact that the movie hadn’t come out yet and nobody knew what Lisa was going to look like.

“Okay,” she murmurs, feeling high on the praise. “All right, I’ll take that. Thanks.”

He grins. “Will you show me more sometime?”

“Oh, uh… sure.” Flattered that he’d even ask, she agrees without thinking about it.

Connie starts to draw him. Not out of any intention, and certainly not because she wants to. It happens entirely by accident that she looks down at her sketchbook, struggling to find inspiration, and realizes she’s doodled his head in the corner.

It becomes commonplace that, when they’re spending time together — time not always spent doing something, but rather, sharing the same space and simply being — Connie will draw.

Sometimes Steven asks, but more often than not she says no. He takes absolutely no offense at all, and that’s part of why she likes him. He just lets her do her thing while he chugs through another playthrough of GolfQuest Mini or plans out his next TubeTube video.

Connie’s never been good at drawing real people. They’re even harder to get right than her anime characters. But the doodle doesn’t look entirely bad. It doesn’t look like Steven, but it doesn’t look bad.

And this is how Connie learns to use references: she stares at him while he doesn’t look at her.

She’s nervous at first, watching him while she draws. She’s afraid he’ll realize what she’s doing and draw attention to it. He’ll strike a pose or blush and say something about how she should be drawing someone else, or worse, he’ll ask to see it when she’s done. But Steven doesn’t do any of that. He keeps right on going, completely oblivious.

Connie gets pretty good at drawing him.

Years pass and Connie gets pretty damn good at drawing him.

The way she draws him changes with time. Her skills transform and puberty hits Steven like a freight truck. Every time she sees him, he seems to have grown a few inches. She hardly gets the chance to draw him more than once or twice while he’s in front of her. Once she reaches high school, she has far less time to just “hang out” — or if she does, and they aren’t doing anything, she’s forced to spend her time doing homework.

And then she figures out the work-around.

“What’re you up to?” she asks aloud as she types it into text. “Send pics.”

It sounds as if she’s asking for something else, but she absolutely isn’t. She hopes her Mom doesn’t still go through her text messages, or else she’s going to have a very awkward conversation with her later.

Her phone dings in response before she even sets it down.

w/ lars at the bakery!! lookit this! [IMG attached]

Yes, score! She only hopes it’s got a good enough angle—

—aaaaand it’s a picture of a dessert. It’s a very delicious-looking chocolate orange mousse, but it’s not of Steven.

She tries again on a different day, when she’s so tired of studying her eyes will fall out if she has to read one more word. She pulls out her sketchbook, lays on her bed, and texts him again. I’m so boredddd. Doing anything fun?

To prompt a photo in return, she attaches a selfie while she’s lying on the bed. It isn’t the best selfie she’s ever taken, but this isn’t about that. It’s about getting one back.

Steven, as always, replies quickly. sry, @ LH, can’t talk now. No picture. Connie glances at the clock just to make sure it is, indeed, past 8 PM, and she frowns.

Fine. Maybe she can ask for some help.

I am so sorry, Connie. Pearl’s texts are always way longer than they should be. You should’ve asked me a few weeks ago! I had a ton of pictures saved, but I recently exported them to an external harddrive. And he’s been so unwilling to let me take pictures of him recently.

Connie bites her lip. Pearl isn’t exactly a ‘grandma’ with technology — most of the things she’s learned how to operate, she’s done herself or only after one demonstration — but Connie wonders if she pressed, if she asked Pearl to retrieve her most recent picture of him to send to her, that Pearl would be a little too curious in return.

With all other options exhausted, Connie turns to desperate measures.

“Why am I doing this, again?” Amethyst asks over the phone. “Can’t you just, like, ask him yourself?”

“Please,” Connie all but begs. “I can’t tell you what it’s for, I just need a picture of him from the front, and it need to be at least waist-up. Although if you could get a full picture of him standing up, that’d be even better. Oh, and please don’t let him know that it’s for me.”

“Hmm.” Amethyst’s little hum is plotting, and Connie absolutely hates it. “Well, what do I get in return?”

“Huh?”

“What, you’re not expecting me to do this for free, are you?”

Of course. This is Amethyst. Connie chews on her bottom lip, considering.

“Well, what do you want? I could order Fish Stew for you.” Connie’s mom gives her enough of an allowance for her grades that that wouldn’t be a problem. “Or some of Lars’s bakery’s treats, if you like.”

Amethyst’s laugh goes to her bones. “What? I’m gonna need more than that. Hmm… How about this: I’ll take the picture for you, but you gotta come here to get it yourself.”

“What?” Connie’s voice squeaks. “You can’t be serious, Amethyst! It’s a school night!”

Amethyst snickers. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it tonight. I’ll text you when I have it, and you’ll get it when you come over. Oh, but when you do, you’d better bring two full pizzas with you, okay?”

“O-kay,” Connie mumbles, defeated.

“Sweet. Catch you on the flip side.”

do u need his face showin?

Connie blinks at the text on her phone, three days later. She’s just gotten out of school and Amethyst sent it three hours ago.

Yes.

dam. well heres the outtake [IMG attached]

When Connie clicks through, she gets the full shot of Steven all right. But he isn’t standing upright and still; instead, he’s rushing past the camera, blurring the shot, a hand in front of his face to block it from being seen.

This is a shitty picture.

i kno, that’s why i sent it to u w/o getting pizza, dam!!

In the interim, Connie tries once more to provoke a selfie from Steven. This one requires a little more effort and is incredibly flirtatious — borderline forward — but she has to try it. Her sketches of him seem more and more off by the day, and it’s driving her nuts. She needs that reference shot, at least one.

She has a violin concert one Friday night. She dresses up for it, wearing black slacks, a white button-up with a high collar, and a black blazer. A simple tie, black with blue stripes, adorns her neck, and she lets her hair down. Like this, it would just barely tickle her shoulders. She puts on a little more makeup than she normally would for a concert; she dabbles in foundation, in blush and lipstick, when normally she would settle for mascara and concealer, if she decided on makeup at all.

Eyeshadow is still too foreign for her, but she hopes this is enough.

Then the trick is taking the selfie itself. At first she takes a shot without her shoes on, then decides it would probably look better with them on, especially if she’s trying to get one back. So she puts on her nice pair of loafers and stands at the full-body mirror in her room, taking a deep breath as she tries to set her nerves to rest.

“It’s fine, Connie,” she murmurs. “It’s fine. It’s just Steven, and what’s the worst thing that could happen? That he just flat out doesn’t respond?”

That is, by far, the worst thing that could happen. She doesn’t know what he’d do if he did that, because Steven is always the type to reply within a few minutes. She doesn’t know if it’s just like that for her or for everyone, but she has to trust that he’ll reply to this.

She takes the picture. It’s a little lopsided because her hand is shaking, but it’s the full picture of her, head to toe. She sends it off with a caption that, she hopes, is not too flirtatious, not too forward, because she would hate to put him off:

Don’t I look nice? What are you wearing tonight?

She bites her lip. Mom calls for her to get going, that she’s taken too long, but Steven’s response is almost instantaneous: a long, long string of heart eyes emojis and hearts of different colors and patterns. Then another text, this one saying, you look amazing!! i wish i was there!!!

It isn’t a selfie, and it doesn’t answer her question, but it makes her heart soften nonetheless. He’s so good to her, and of course that makes him difficult to manipulate. Maybe she really should just ask.

Several hours later, on the drive back home from the concert, she turns her phone back on. And to her surprise, there is a message waiting.

sorry this took so long, i wanted to match!! [IMG attached]

She blinks.

Steven has gone all out for this. He’s wearing a formal dress she hasn’t seen before, the same blue of her tie; an A-line that allows her to see the broadness of his chest, with off-the-shoulder sleeves that proudly display the freckles of his shoulders, and a pleated skirt that begins at his waist. His shoes are the same color, heeled, open-toed, and he’s even done his nails.

His makeup is more intricate than hers. Blush, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, an iridescent violet eyeshadow and vibrant lipstick.

He’s sent multiple pictures. One is of him doing a kissy face, eyes lidded; the next is him laughing, blurred from moving the camera, what might have been a shot he hadn’t done on purpose; and the next is of him doing a peace sign.

Connie’s face burns. She’s glad her mom and dad take the front seats, so that she can have this little moment all to herself.

I love it! She hesitates over the send button. He sent her all those emojis, and she can’t even say more than three words?

You look great! Oh, but he looks more than great, doesn’t he?

Can I come over? Now that was honest, but way too suggestive!

She deletes it again and then realizes they’re almost home. She has to send something, she’s been thinking way too hard about it!

You’re the most beautiful, most handsome man in the whole world, and I wish I was with you.

She sends it before she can think twice about it. Steven responds immediately with many more emojis.

Connie can’t get the way he looked out of her head. In school, she doodles the dress in the margins of her notes. At tennis practice, she imagines trying to wear those heels and run at the same time. In orchestra, she pretends Steven is watching, that he came to her concert in that outfit.

She draws him, of course. For hours in her room, she flips through the pictures and draws, and draws, and draws. She draws him in the dress in different poses, in different settings, with different people.

… Mostly with her.

Her outfit’s different, though. It’s not the same, boring orchestra one she had to wear for the concert. She Googles different outfits and finds some fantastic, colorful tuxes, and of course pretends she would ever be able to wear them.

She’s in the middle of coloring a self-indulgent piece in which the two of them are dancing in these outfits (and this is one she would never, ever show to anyone), when she gets a text from Amethyst.

i got the pic. but uh… kinda havin some issues [IMG attached]

Connie blinks.

It’s a picture of Steven, though not the one Connie asked for. He’s closer to the camera, a rage in his eyes as he moves toward the person taking it, mouth open as if speaking.

Oh, no. Is he mad at Amethyst for sneaking pictures of him? Quickly, Connie tries to call her, but it only rings twice before going to voicemail.

Oh, no.

She calls Steven instead. He hangs up on her, too, but shoots her a short text: can’t talk.

URGENT, she replies in all caps and without punctuation. He does not reply.

She grabs her sketchbook, rushes downstairs. It’s late but not so late that she’ll be in trouble. She runs past Dad at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee before he goes in. “Sorry, I’ll be back before Mom!” she promises, slipping her shoes on.

“Where you going, honey?”

“To Steven’s!”

And when she opens the door, there, waiting for her, is a pink-hued lion.

When she throws open the door to the beach house, Steven is still yelling: “—you know I don’t like it when you take my picture—”

“Why?!” Amethyst yells. “Just because it’s me?!”

“No, it’s because I don’t want y’all snapping pictures of me for a scrapbook like I’m a baby—”

“AHEM.”

Connie’s clearing of her throat cuts through it, startling them both. They spin back around to face her, and while Amethyst’s glance goes askew, almost ashamed, Steven sees in her an immediate ally.

“Ugh, Connie, this isn’t a great time!” His voice is high, angry, but not at her; clearly, he thinks she’ll be on his side. “You won’t believe this, but Amethyst’s been trying to snap photos of me all week when she thinks I haven’t been looking, without even asking me or anything, and I’m in the middle of confronting her about it because if she thinks this is funny—”

“She doesn’t!”

“—just because that concealer isn’t working on the dark circles under my eyes, then she’s got another thing—” He cuts himself off, and Connie feels her nerves spike as he turns to her again, looking almost like a startled animal. “—uh… what are you talking about, Connie?”

“I asked her to do it.” Connie’s voice is one of defeat. Shame makes the room feel so much hotter than it is, and she wishes she could hide. She makes do by pressing her face into both of her hands and speaking against her palms. “I’m sorry. I just… I needed to get a picture of you and I didn’t want you to know, and that was probably really weird and creepy of me, and I’m sorry.”

The silence is suffocating. Steven whispers something to Amethyst, and Connie can’t hear the response. He must think she’s so creepy, that she’s been manipulating him somehow, and that she’s a horrible, untrustworthy person—

A moment later, Steven is right by her side. “Hey.” His voice is soft, and he pries a hand from her face to enfold in both of his. It should be comforting, but for a moment, she feels even worse; like she’s tricked him into offering her this kindness. “Um… So, why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I thought you’d say no.” That’s not quite it. “I… I thought you’d ask why.”

“Well, now I kinda really wanna know.”

“I…” And here it is, the big moment. The confession. She looks down, unable to meet his gaze as her free hand fists at her side. “I’ve been drawing you and I needed a reference.”

There’s another beat of silence. Then two. And then Steven bursts into laughter, loud and relieved and maybe even playful. It still is humiliating to hear, but at the same time, she’s so, so glad he isn’t angry.

“You totally could’ve asked! I would’ve sent one to you, because that’s like… really, really nice of you to draw me.”

“No, it’s not!” And as she looks back at him, she can see just how much he doesn’t see this. She doesn’t tug her hand free because, selfishly, she hopes he never lets go. “I haven’t been doing it because I’m planning to paint you a portrait or anything, I’ve been solely using you for practice and it’s probably a really selfish thing of me, I-I even used the selfies you sent me that one night, and I’ve kind of lost all control over that, because you were so gorgeous in that dress and I…”

“Wait.” He cuts her off, and she bites her tongue. “Can I, like… see the drawings you’ve done? Or a few of them? I know you don’t like it when I ask, but there’s got to be at least one or two you’re proud of, right?”

“You… want to see them?”

“I want to see everything you’ve ever drawn!” His voice is so sincere and enthusiastic that her heart soars, forgetting immediately every single thing she said that could have soured their relationship. “But only if you’re cool with it! You’re such an amazing artist, Connie.”

“I don’t know if that’s true.”

“Don’t start with me. I can go on and on.”

She smiles. She fidgets with a strand of her hair, and though it’s juvenile, she plays witness to the way such a small thing makes Steven’s face light up in adoration.

“Hey.” The word cuts through the moment, startling the both of them, and they look over at Amethyst leaning against the fridge with a raised eyebrow. “So now that like, the truth is out there and all that, I think I’m owed something.”

Connie opens her mouth at the same moment Steven groans, cutting her off. “I… yeah. I’m sorry, Amethyst. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I’m sorry for just… assuming stuff.”

Amethyst’s gaze then turns to Connie.

“Uh… Thank you, Amethyst.” Connie sighs. “For doing all of this for us.”

Amethyst laughs. It startles Connie a little, but Amethyst just shakes her head, a knowing grin on her face. “I can think of, maybe, a way for you two to express just how sorry and grateful you are…”

Steven blurts out a “huh?” while Connie giggles, reaching for the phone in her pocket.

“On it.”

#connverse #su #su fic #steven universe #connie maheswaran #isaiah writes #fluff bingo #real talk this was so much fun to write lmao

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Sixteen | Incantation ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Ghost Among the Ghosts ]

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“Hi, Mom...it’s me again. I brought you some fresh flowers! Sorry I left the other ones here so long...I’ve been busy the last few weeks. School is going well, but...it’s a lot of work. I’m keeping my grades up, at least. But that means less time for...everything else. And no, I still don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. But maybe that’s a good thing. I’d be really inattentive lately, and that wouldn’t be fair. I dunno, maybe I’ll meet someone after, y’know? But if work is busy too, then...guess I’ll just be a crazy old cat lady. Though I don’t have a cat yet…”

She’s rambling. But then again, that usually happens when she takes a day to catch up with her mother. Sitting cross-legged in the grass, Ryū lets an elbow rest on a knee, chin held in a palm. It’s nice to just...sit and chat.

And given Reika can’t really reply, it means she can go on for as long as she wants.

“Dad came to visit yesterday. That was nice. He said he was going to stop by and see you while he was here. I hope he did. Guess he didn’t leave anything, but...well, I told him I was going to stop by today. Maybe he just figured things would get cluttered, otherwise.”

Beyond the freshly-replaced flowers, Reika’s headstone is clear. There’s a small growth of lichen, but she’ll take care of that while she’s here. Otherwise, the polished black marble is flawless.

“Anyway...I guess there’s really not much else to report. Kinda stuck in a bit of a slog, I suppose. Same routine over and over. Classes change, but the routine doesn’t.” Shifting positions, she leans back on her palms, sighing. “There’s a few people I’ve seen in a couple of classes with me, but...haven’t really made any friends. Dad says I’d scare them away anyway cuz I spend so much time here.” Ryū can’t help a snicker. “I might’ve had my baby goth phase in high school, but it didn’t stick. I just...like dark clothes and hanging out with my dead mom! Nothing weird about that, right?”

The only answer is wind rustling through the cemetery trees.

Another sigh escapes her, seeming to get lost in thought. “...guess I kinda just fell into it all. The image, I mean. People were always calling me Ghost, so...it was easier to roll with it than fight it. Is that weird? Maybe not. Guess I just kinda adopted it. Maybe part of it’s still sticking, huh?”

Another thoughtful silence before she straightens, hauling herself to her feet and brushing leaves and grass from her clothes. “Well...I won’t bug you any more today. Though I’m not really looking forward to heading back to my dorm. It’s so cramped, and my roommate snores. Not to mention I have an essay to do when I get there. So maybe I’ll just...wander around a bit. Y’know...procrastinate.”

After clearing the lichen, Ryū says her goodbyes before heading further into the cemetery rather than back toward the gate.

It’s strange. She’s here so often, yet she’s never really taken the time to look at any other parts of the graveyard. Even back when she was embracing her spooky image in high school.

Better late than never, she supposes.

The further you go, the older the plots get...and eventually, entire family crypts start popping up. Ryū eyes them curiously, feeling an old itch start bubbling up to the surface. Maybe she’ll just...take some pictures. For old time’s sake. Surely nobody will mind, right?

Out comes her phone, subtly snapping photos of some of the more unique headstones. One bears an entire full-size weeping angel, arms outstretched to the sky in mourning.

“Wicked…!”

Okay maybe her goth phase isn’t as over as she likes to pretend it is.

Soon enough she’s losing herself in it, taking artsy pics of as much spooky splendor as she can manage. The cloudy Autumn day only adds to the atmosphere, she can’t help it!

And then she hits the motherlode.

Looming up out of the gloom is one of the crypts: its own stone building to inter members of a family. And this one is massive...let alone clearly old as old gets. A wrought iron gate blocks access to the interior, and no matter how she cranes her neck, Ryū can only see so far.

Backing up a few paces, she realizes there isn’t a family name carved anywhere in the stone. That’s a bit odd. Instead, a phrase is etched along the top of the threshold. Usually it’s something in Latin, but...this doesn’t look quite right.

Brow furrowing, Ryū reads it over a few times in her head. Maybe it is Latin and she’s just...really rusty. But her curiosity persists, and so she googles it.

...nothing really comes up.

Well, drat.

A sigh escapes her, tucking away her phone for the moment. Under her breath, she tries sounding it out, doing so slowly with the Latin pronunciation that she knows.

As soon as she finishes, a flash of cold washes over her, seemingly coming up from the crypt.

Every hair on her body stands on end, tensing as eyes fly wide.

...what the…?

Fog then begins to plume up the steps, curling around the gate. And as she stares, Ryū sees hands slowly reach to grip the bars. Then with an ear-splitting creak, it starts to swing open.

Oh this is not good...what did she do?! What, was that some kind of...incantation? That stuff isn’t real…! And why would it be carved into a crypt?!

A deep, raspy chuckle then sounds, and a shiver runs its way up her spine. Every part of her brain is screaming at her to run...but she can’t get her legs to move, locked into place as she trembles.

“Well well...been a while since anyone’s given those words a read. Was starting to wonder if anyone would ever bother…”

With a lurch, she manages to stumble back half a step, body feeling rigid and stubborn. “Who...who’s there…?”

“You mean to tell me you read the invocation, and you don’t even know who you’re talking to? I should be offended. And here I was so relieved at finally getting a chance to stretch my legs! Hell gets so boring after a while…”

A figure then starts to emerge from the fog. And Ryū’s heart feels about ready to jump right out of her chest. Hell...this person’s from Hell? Then...doesn’t that mean -?

“I guess I can still manage an introduction. But...you first, hm? Only polite, since you rang.”

...is it wise to tell them that? “It...it’s Ryū. M-my name is...is Ryū.”

“Ryū…?” They seem to roll the word around in their mouth, as if tasting it. “Hm...I suppose that’ll do. And my name...is Obito.”

They take one last step, and Ryū beholds the demon in all their glory.

...it’s not an image she expects.

It’s not a gargoyle-like creature. No cloven hooves, no horns. It’s just a...a man? Wearing black slacks, shining black shoes, a violet button-down shirt, and a black vest. A hand wrapped in a fingerless glove adjusts a matching purple tie. Short dark hair, glowing red eyes, and...and…

Scars. All over the right side of his face. Some even peek up from under the loose collar of his shirt.

“Why is it everybody always stares, hm? Something on my face?”

Ryū forces herself to blink. “...I-I -?”

Ignoring her, the demon glances around. “...huh. Not where I expected to pop up. No one’s used this place in a long time. Being nosy, are we?”

“Wh-? N-no! I...I was just looking, and…?”

“And decided to recite the obviously-demonic carving on the wall?”

She sputters. Obviously demonic? How was she supposed to know?! “I-I didn’t know that’s what it was! I-I swear!”

Obito just rolls his eyes. “Uh huh. That’s what they all say.”

“Can’t you just, um...g-go back where you came from?”

“I’m afraid not, you see…” He starts sauntering toward her, her own legs attempting to retreat. “Demons, once called out of Hell, can only return once they have their contracted’s soul in their possession. It’s a system. And given that you called me...that means you.”

“I-I didn’t call you! It was an accident!”

“Yes, yes...you humans and your accidents.” He steps closer, Ryū finding herself with nowhere to run as her back finds a tree. Leaning in, Obito gives her a very unabashed once-over. “...hm…”

“W...what?”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Wh-? Why would I lie?!”

“Because I can smell it on you.”

“Smell what? I-I just took a shower this morning before I came to see Mom!”

Obito gives a roll of his eyes. “Oh, brother...so you don’t know…?”

“Know what?!”

“That you’re a witch.”

She freezes. “...I’m a...a what?”

“Oh come, now. Your appearance is telling enough. Tell me...did your mother look like you? All ghost-like…?”

Ryū feels the blood draining from her face. “...I…”

“Thought so.”

“I am not a witch! I just had a goth phase in high school! And the only reason I did was because everyone forced it on me!”

“And why do you think they did that?”

“Because I look like this!”

“And? You really think they couldn’t tell? It’s a subconscious thing, especially in this day and age. Very few people legitimately cry ‘witch’ nowadays. Most who do just get laughed at, but they’re out there. Or rather, you’re out there.”

Head shaking, Ryū rebuke, “Well...still! Witch or not, I did not call you here on purpose! So just...go back where you came from, and leave me alone!”

“I told you, I can’t do that. Not until I harvest that soul of yours. Or...mine, really. Semantics.”

She stares at him. “...so, I...I really am stuck with you…?”

“Until you utilize your contract, that’s exactly right. So hurry up and make your request so we can get this over with.”

“...and if I don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“What if I don’t make a request? What if I just...ignore this so-called contract I didn’t agree to? Then what?”

Obito’s face goes slack. “...you can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, contracts have consequences the longer they go on. Consequences that are rather dire for mortals. Eventually you’d just be begging for me to end it, so there’s no real point in drawing things out.”

“I could...I could hire an exorcist!”

That earns an outright laugh. “Oh, you could. But it wouldn’t go well. We’re contracted. My suffering is your suffering. And vice versa.”

...well shit. She’s running out of ideas. Surely by now demons are rather used to all the ways humans try and wriggle their ways out of contracts. Ryū’s eyes flicker back and forth, trying to think of a solution.

All the while, looking amused, Obito watches her. He’s never actually met someone from a witch bloodline before. While they don’t all look like she does, that just makes her all the more unique. Part of him wonders what her skills would be. Are witch souls worth more than a regular human soul…? He’s not actually sure. But he’ll admit, it feels rather tantalizing compared to other humans he’s contracted with. Almost seems a shame to waste it.

“...you know, there is one way to circumvent this whole ordeal.”

He speaks without meaning to, her head shooting up.

“...and what would that be?”

“You could always become a demon yourself. It’s not easy, and technically you’d still be damned, but...you wouldn’t die.”

A stubborn scowl overtakes her face. “Not sure that’s much better.”

Shoulders shrug. “Just letting you know. Hell’s really not all that bad when you’re on Lucifer’s good side, you know.”

“...I’ll bear that in mind,” is her dry reply.

“You really should make up your mind. Time is ticking. And I’ve got other things I could be -”

“Hey!”

The pair of them turn, seeing another figure making its way toward them. Silvery, messy locks fall over a fair face, the bottom half obscured by a mask. There’s really not much remarkable about him...except for a glint of silver that jostles around his neck as he runs.

A cross.

Behind Ryū, Obito’s eyes narrow.

Reaching them, the newcomer holds an arm out between them, barring Ryū back. “I’ve been waiting for you to show your face again. Let her go!”

“This is none of your business, Kakashi. She summoned me.”

“I told you, it wasn’t on purpose!” Ryū insists from behind Kakashi’s arm.

“It’s too late! Intentional or not, what’s done is done. She has to forfeit her soul one way or another. I’m just doing what I’m meant to do.”

“Don’t you remember what it’s like to be human?” Kakashi barks in protest. “Why hurt them when you used to be one, Obito?”

Ryū’s eyes widen. He was human…?

Obito’s lip lifts in a sneer. “I was human. And that life was nothing but suffering. Poverty, loneliness, despair...and then a violent, painful end before I was even a man. Can you really blame me for letting that bitterness overcome me? Life wasn’t, isn’t fair, Kakashi. Humans suffer, and they cause suffering. They must reap what they sow.”

“And what has she done wrong, beyond being at the wrong place at the wrong time? Do you really want to damn an innocent just because you suffered in life? That won’t reverse what you went through. It will just make someone else suffer, too. Let her go.”

All the while, Ryū watches them both. It’s clear they knew each other before Obito became a demon. And if Obito is telling the truth, then...it seems to her that he had every reason to be persuaded into a role like this, given what he went through.

Suffering begets suffering, after all.

...then maybe…

“You can’t break this contract, Kakashi. You’re hardly strong enough to have any influence here. It doesn’t matter if she’s willing or not. It was a done deal as soon as she spoke the incantation. One way or another, I’ll -!”

“I know what I want.”

Both men turn to her, expressions equally surprised.

“Miss, no - you can’t go through with this! If you do, your soul will -!”

“You heard the lady, Kakashi.” Behind them, Obito gives a bone-chilling smirk. “She’s made up her mind. And about time. What’ll it be, then?”

Gently urging Kakashi’s arm aside, Ryū steps forward, studying the demon. “...so, in order for the contract to be fulfilled...you have to complete whatever task I give you...right?”

“That’s right.”

“No matter how long it takes?”

“Yes. But we demons are very efficient.”

“...and the task can be anything?”

“Well...there are a few exceptions. I can’t raise the dead, for example. Can’t make you immortal. But most things are on the table. Tell me your wish, and I’ll let you know.”

She can’t help a dry snort at the word ‘wish’. As if she sought this out. “...all right, then. What I want from you is...to protect me from all possible harm, within your ability, until I die naturally. Only once I’ve lived whatever life you can allow me to live can you have my soul. If you purposefully allow me to be killed to try to complete the contract early, then you’ll have failed, and the contract is null and void.”

As she speaks, Obito’s grin slowly falls to a neutral, and then surprised expression.

Behind her, Kakashi gives a humorless laugh. “...so, rather than a guardian angel...you’ve snagged yourself a guardian demon. Well that’s a first.”

Ryū doesn’t reply, still looking at Obito. “...so? Is that on the table…?”

Sighing curtly, Obito looks aside as if trying to think of some kind of loophole. But after a minute of silence, it’s clear he can’t recall any. “...I suppose it is.”

“And because you’ll be performing your contract, there won’t be any of those consequences you talked about?”

“...in all honesty, I can’t be sure. I’ve never had a contract quite like that. The longest I’ve had to wait was a week.” He looks her over. “...you really want a demon to be hovering over your shoulder for the rest of your life?”

“I figure that’s the best outcome I could ask for, all things considered” is her quiet reply. “...besides, something you said struck me a bit funny.”

“...and what was that?”

“That you were lonely.”

His face goes slack. “...you...can’t be serious.”

Even Kakashi has no rebuke for that.

“You’re extending your contract to the fullest possible extent because a demon implied that they were lonely…? You must be a special kind of naive, lady.”

She gives a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “You’re the one who implied it, not me. Not everyone is a jerk, you know.”

He scowls, but doesn’t have a retort. “...all right, then. We shake on it...and your request will be set. No changing your mind. Got it?”

“Obito, I can’t let you do this!”

“There’s no can’t, Kakashi,” Obito retorts. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried. Buzz around her like an annoying little fly if you want. There’s no saving her.”

Turning to the other human, Ryū gives a somber smile. “I’ll be okay.”

“But -?”

Before he can try to argue, Ryū reaches out, and takes Obito’s hand.

The same rush of cold eddies around them, and Ryū can’t help but flinch as her hair whips around her face. Leaves kick up, the trees creaking as they get caught in the ethereal wind.

Hands still locked, Obito sneaks his other arm around her back, pulling them chest to chest with their hands pressed between them. A smirk curls his lips, hovering several inches over her own. “...it’s done.”

“This isn’t over, Obito!” Kakashi insists.

The demon turns to him, expression bored. “Well, I suppose you might have time to build up some power before she kicks the bucket. But I won’t be letting a soul go that easily, Kakashi.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” the demonologist replies lowly.

“Run along, then. Go bury your nose into your books and find some holy relics. You’ll be racing against the clock for this one.”

Glowering, Kakashi turns on a heel and leaves them.

“Finally, a little privacy,” Obito then sighs, giving a stretch. “You think he’d give that demonologist bit a rest…”

“So...you two know each other?”

“In a manner of speaking. But let’s not get into that, now. You’ve got a life to get to.”

It’s then that Ryū hesitates. “So...other people can see you…?”

“Only if I want them to. And even then a very small handful could otherwise. You’d be one of them, actually. If you had a bit more training, you might even be able to see what I really look like.”

“...you mean this is a ruse?”

He smirks. “...yes and no. This is my human appearance. I died at thirteen, but as a demon I’ve kept aging. This is how I’d look if I’d lived. But it’s not what I truly am, now. Not fully.”

“So I won’t have to explain why someone is constantly following me, then.”

“Not unless I decide to show myself. Which, for my own convenience, I doubt I’ll do often, if at all. I’d like this whole experience to be as painless as possible, since you seem to have it in your mind we’re going to be buddies in the meantime. Just think of me as a voice in your head that only you can see.”

...well, this is going to take some getting used to. But at least for now she has time. And it seems that this Kakashi guy wants to try and break this contract. Maybe he’ll succeed. For now, however...she’ll just have to adapt.

“...all right then. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“And going…?”

“Back to my dorm. I have homework.”

“You’re a student?”

“Studying to be a nurse.” She starts walking, and Obito follows.

“Riveting.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

Yes, this is going to take a lot of getting used to.

This is...super random but I guess it works for the prompt xD I dunno anything about demonology or whatever, so this is...purely me winging it. Also any religious mentions are just for the sake of context. That’s another subject I know little to nothing about lol A human (well, kinda) and a demon stuck in each other’s company. Surely nothing is going to wrong in this situation, right? Riiiight. I’d...say more but it’s late and this weekend is gonna suuuck so I’m gonna go sleep. Thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #hatake kakashi #ghost among the ghosts [ au ]

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first love! au - jaemin

↳ based off of this idea i had

↳ type: bullet scenario

↳ warning(s): n/a

↳ a/n: the amount of hw i could’ve finished instead of making this :’)

okay let’S GO

we all know how passionate is jaemin when it comes to volunteering and giving back to the community

so imagine him volunteering weekly at a daycare center near his neighborhood

he absolutely loves and adores all the children he meets and acts like a big brother figure to them

his reason for helping out in the daycare in the first place is that when he was younger, his mom would put him in a daycare and bc she had to work, and he remembers the older boys and girls who volunteered there when he was just a kid

he remembers how nice they were and the way they treated him, especially the boy who would always secretely give him a piece of candy every time he came in, and he remembers the sweet girl who would always boop his nose and ruffle his hair

jaemin wanted to reciprocate their love and affection to the kids at the daycare so that’s why when he first heard from renjun that they needed more people, jaemin jumped on that train so quick

now he’s been helping out at the daycare (w jeno, renjun, and hyuck as well) for about a year and a half

the kids absolutely admire him and would always cheer whenever they see jaemin walk in

the people who work at the daycare were very impressed at jaemin’s ability to memorize every single child’s face and name and even remember little things about them

and when a new child joins, jaemin easily makes them feel welcome by hovering around them and asking them to join in on games

he’ll tie back a little girl’s hair or give her a cute braid and he’ll give a little boy a piggyback ride around the center just to hear him laugh

also you better believe jaemin’s fiercely protective of these kids,,,like fiercely protective

one time a little girl named minji tripped and scraped her knee, she only let out one small cry and jaemin was already sprinting across the room, reaching little minji and scooping her up in his arms, gently tucking her head into his neck and quietly shushing her

he then proceeded to clean the scrape so it doesn’t get infected, all while carrying minji in his arms, and then after he read her a story to help her fall asleep soundly in his hold

renjun took a pic of this moment and jaemin loved it so much he made it his wallpaper

since jaemin’s super super good w the kids, the people at the daycare put him in charge of helping out the new volunteers and showing them how to do things

and that’s where you come in !! you’ve been desperately trying to find a place that takes volunteers bc you may or may not have made a stupid decision that almost got you suspended if it wasn’t for your parents pleading to the school to ease up the punishment

now instead of suspension, the school’s making you complete at least 200 hours of community service as a chance to “whip you into shape”

ofc you didn’t want to but it was better than getting suspended, so you reluctantly accepted the deal and now here you were, standing inside a daycare in front of a boy w peach pink hair and a smile too bright for your liking

“hi! you must be the new volunteer, my name’s jaemin and i’m in charge of helping you. nice to meet you!” he holds out his hand and you have to physically restrain yourself from flinching

you see, you weren’t the social type, the complete opposite actually, so you could already tell that this guy was someone you weren’t going to be all buddy buddy with

but you needed the hours so you just sucked it up and managed to send him your best smile and shook his hand

“nice to meet you too...i’m y/n” you replied quietly

right behind jaemin were three other boys who looked about the same age as him; one was currently painting a picture w a 4 year old girl, another was sitting on the floor w a group of kids and reading them a story, and the last one was running around the room chasing a little boy

jaemin looked over his shoulder to see what you were looking at and laughed “oh i should probably introduce you to everyone else. the one painting is renjun, the one on the floor is jeno, and the loud one is donghyuck”

you blinked at him as he gestured for you to follow him inside, which you did, but immediately regretted it when five children ran up to you and peered up at you curiously

they kept talking over each other, possibly trying to ask you a bunch of questions, and you felt overwhelmed

sensing your obvious discomfort, jaemin quickly moved over to stand next to you and clapped his hands, catching their attention

“okay kids that’s enough, y/n’s our newest helper so make be nice and welcoming okay? go on and play w the others, i’ll be right back”

and to your suprise, the kids responded back w a loud “yes nana” and left

jaemin looked at you sheepishly “sorry about that, they get really excited when a new person comes by since it’s usually us four that come in”

“it’s only the four of you volunteering here? i would’ve thought there’d be more”

jaemin sent you a sad smile as he showed you to the back room where he gestured for you to sit on the leather chair as he sat across from you

“i thought the same too, but whenever new people come they tend to leave pretty quickly after” “why?”

he sent you another sad smile “they find it difficult to take care of the kids. my friends and i are the ones who’ve volunteered the longest, so the center’s pretty grateful for us”

your heart aches slightly at the revelation and you peer out the door to look at the children, heart aching even more as you see them running around and laughing

“so, what brings you here?” jaemin asked, and you winced at the question, causing him to raise his eyebrows

“i..um...i made a really stupid decision..and my school’s making me do community service to make up for it.”

jaemin let out a soft oh and you mentally slap yourself; great, this guy probably thinks i’m a terrible person who’s only here bc i’m forced to, which technically isn’t a lie but—

“do you like kids, y/n?” jaemin’s next question interrupted your train of thought and you blink before it fully registered in your brain

“oh uh..yeah i do actually. i just..i’m not...very social..so i don’t know how to act around them yet.”

jaemin nodded his head at your answer, a serious look on his face, before he broke out into a soft smile and walked over to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder

“well that’s good enough for me! listen, i know you probably think that i think you’re a bad person bc of the reason you’re here, but trust me when i say stuff like that doesn’t matter to me. just the fact that you came here instead of somewhere else says a lot. i’ll be here to help you out if you need it, so don’t worry y/n. i’ll make sure you not only complete your required hours, but that you also have fun doing it.”

jaemin grinned once more before he turned around and walked out “i’m gonna grab your uniform really quick, so stay put!”

you just sat there staring at the door in shock at what you just heard...it was the first time someone’s been that nice and nonjudgmental towards you

you glanced down at the comm. service log sheet in your hands and sighed “maybe....this won’t be so bad”

for the next few weeks, you and jaemin are practically glued to each other as he helps you get into the swing of things

as expected, you fumble a couple of times, but jaemin is always there to help you back up and even offers some advice so you don’t make the same mistake

since you two spend a lot of time together, it was inevitable that you two would grow close pretty quickly, and not just jaemin, but renjun, jeno, and donghyuck too

you sometimes found yourself being invited to hang out w them outside of the daycare and it’s so..refreshing to be around them

as the weeks pass, you also slowly become fond of the kids and vice versa; you’re especially fond of a little boy named juhyun who loves to hold your hand every chance he gets

and as jaemin watches you play w the kids, he can’t help but smile at how much more comfortable you’ve become, not just w him, his friends, or the kids, but w yourself too; he can tell you’re rlly enjoying your time here

and as you two spend more time together, and learn more things about each other, you two can’t deny the feelings brewing in the depths of your heart

jaemin’s kind, and self-less personality is what drew you to him and your willingness to learn and awkward, yet endearing nature is what drew jaemin to you

he was never rlly quite sure what his feelings for you were, until he witnessed something about you he’s never seen before

there was a new volunteer at the daycare and as usual jaemin was in charge of showing him around; you were playing w juhyun when jaemin left for a bit to grab the new guy’s uniform

at first everything was normal, but then you heard little areum start crying and your head whipped up so fast; areum was sitting next to a pile of toppled blocks and the new guy was standing next to her, glaring

“quit your crying, your block tower was in my way” his sharp tone caused areum to cry even louder

appalled, you stood up and made your way over to areum, carefully picking her up in your arms and tried to calm her down; you sent a glare to the new guy “what was that for? she’s just a little girl, you don’t have to be so rude”

the guy rolled his eyes “she’s annoying that’s what”

“if she’s so annoying then why don’t you leave? it’s obvious you don’t get along w kids so why are you even here?”

the guy stepped closer to you “you can’t tell me what to do”

“but i can” you breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of jaemin’s voice, and the guy whipped around

jaemin was standing there w a bright grin on his face, but the way he was clenching the uniform in his hands told you that he wasn’t actually happy

“here at the daycare, we put the well-being of the children as our first priority and ensure that they are safe and happy. however, since you’ve shown behavior that goes against that policy, i’m afraid i’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

the guy scoffed, but left w/o a word, knowing that this was a fight he couldn’t win

when jaemin came back, he saw you kneeling in front of areum, gently cradling her face and wiping away her tears, and he felt his heart clench tightly at the sight

the worry on your face and the way you held areum as if she were a fragile piece of glass solidified his feelings for you

however, he was still unsure of how to express those feelings to you

and unbeknownst to him, you felt the same exact way :’)

a few more months pass and one day jaemin decided to walk you home from the daycare

on your way there, he asks you the comm. service hours thing is going and you falter a bit, biting your bottom lip shyly

jaemin, as perceptive as ever, quickly notices and asks if you’re okay

you stop walking and sigh, looking up and locking eyes w him; your heart skips a beat when you take in his iridescent eyes, twinkling as they reflect the light of the moon, you could get lost in them forever

“jaemin, there’s something i need to tell you...” you pause and he nods, urging you to continue “my community service hours...i completed all 200 hours a few weeks ago”

his eyes widen in surprise “seriously?! wait, if that’s the case then you don’t have to volunteer at the daycare anymore right?” you nod your head slowly “......then, why?”

you take a deep breath as you force yourself to step closer to him; jaemin gulps when you do so, but doesn’t make any move to stop you

“well it’s simple, i’ve fallen in love” jaemin felt his heart stop and his breath caught in his throat

“i’ve fallen in love w the kids, they’re my absolute world now and i would do anything for them. i’ve fallen in love w the daycare, it’s my safe haven. i’ve fallen in love with little juhyun who keeps falling asleep on me. but most importantly...” you step closer “...i’ve fallen in love with you, na jaemin”

jaemin’s chest fills with so much happiness and adoration for you as your words register through his brain. his beautiful bright smile appeared on his face, and you can’t help but smile back

and that’s all it takes for jaemin to close the tiny gap btwn the two of you; he brings his hands up and gently cups your cheeks as his lips land softly on top of yours

the kiss is sweet and so jaemin-like that you feel your stomach doing all kinds of flips and tricks; you reach out and grab onto his jacket, tugging him closer to you as the kiss deepens

you two break apart when the need for air becomes apparent, but jaemin leans forward and rests his forehead against yours

“that’s funny, bc i’ve fallen in love with all of those things too” you start blushing “except for juhyun tho, that little guy needs to back off”

you giggle at the playful glare on his face and jaemin’s expression softens at the sound; he plants another kiss on your lips and...let’s just say your parents weren’t too happy when you came back home after the sun went down :’)

the next day, you and jaemin walked in the daycare hand-in-hand, receiving knowing looks from renjun and jeno, and a loud whoop from hyuck

and when the kids saw you and jaemin sneak in a quick kiss, chaos ensued

“jaemin and y/n sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” “jaemin just kissed y/n!!” “eww they’re kissing”

you just laugh and scold the kids for their teasing, and jaemin kisses you again for fun

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #jaemin scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #jaemin au

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siramay-the-showgun-dragon · 5 years

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Demencia Theory- Not What She Seems

hello my villainous fans and random scrollers by I am from the villainous amino and I am about to show you a theory made by my friend M. with the help of me and a few others to show you a side of dementia you do not seem to see, so before I show it heres a link to M’s original theory on amino:https://aminoapps.com/c/villainous-4971691/page/blog/demencia-theory-not-what-she-seems/8BWv_8mvCmujakwpQx6kxLZvbMaxp5L6LbghR now lets begin

Oh, Demencia, you childish, hyperactive ball of enthusiasm!

With your evil chaotic-ness and your enchanted feelings for your boss, how could you ever be more than the silly thing that meets the eye?

We could think of a few ways.

The following theory is brought to you by the amazing minds from the Villainous Theory Chat! Those that were involved with this theory include: Notdepresso, Siramay (hey that's me :D), Snivy, and Lynxi!

(And me but eh)

I'm almost tempted to say "forget about all of the other theories about Demencia you may have heard of before" because, this. is. insane.

We Villainous theorists believe that Demencia is....

A Podemos Bailar agent.

Y'all:

Now before you start shaking your heads, hear us out.

Yes, she acts like she has an evil agenda.

Yes, she's the practical personification of chaos.

Yes, she's absolutely head over heels for Black Hat

And yes, she's just so darn silly and maybe even annoying to some.

And doesn't she play it off so well?

Demencia is always at the max with all of these qualities and they never waver.

Her imperfections are too... Perfect.

But oh, is it an amazing disguise.

Who could possibly realize they're being fooled when they are too busy laughing at the fool?

As we all know, Demencia annoys and bothers both Black Hat and Flug with her obsessive and destructive qualities, to the point where they try to avoid her at all costs. Notice how it's always Demencia who approaches them and that it's never the other way around unless the two are absolutely forced to?

The woman has a ridiculous amount of free time to herself; finding the time to teach a bear and a handful of robots a song, destroy thousands of dollars worth of products, draw her Demencia Tips, attempt to romance Black Hat, make puppets, learn guitar, etc.

With all that free time and privacy... Who really knows what Demencia can and will do?

This disguise, this face she has made for herself is perfect. She is free to stalk her subjects right in front of them and not be questioned for it except for the occasional, exasperated "what does sHE THINK SHE'S DOING!?"

And this is just the minimal tip of the iceberg.

There's so much more.

Demencia's bizzare behavior truly doesn't raise any real questions because everyone within the manor is so used to it that something as odd as messing with a computer to creating your own "advertising" short without anyone's knowledge to it is seen as Demencia being Demencia.

This lizard lady could do almost anything without ever being truly interrogated for it.

She has trained her prey to not be scared of her as she walks right up to it.

Another thing to note about Demencia's behavior is her job at Black Hat Organization. As stated by Flug in the Anniversary short, Demencia handles all hero extermination. This, however, is only to his knowledge. We have no evidence other than Flug's word and a possibly staged picture to prove this. We've yet to find anything stating that a hero has died at any particular time.

In fact, we dont even know if this is really Heavy Punch's cape from the Evil Conquest episode.

cape?

Bish W H E R E ?

(And don't try to tell us it's because it's a kids show, Gravity Falls, a DISNEY production, managed to sweep in 2 paragraphs full of hidden jokes within the same screen pan without drawing too much attention from the younger audience) (besides that there are to many dark and demonic jokes in villainous for that to be a reason also just look at the episodes on mojo jojo and rob) ((this bold is me))

But this all pales in comparison to what's truly incriminating about Demencia, and the answer is found buried within this fandom's favorite bookmarked tab: Podemos Bailar.

Now, I made a post the other day about what we discovered is going on in that right side scrolling of commands on the website: http://aminoapps.com/p/56jwha

What we discovered is that two people are interacting over that animation loop. One person is telling another how to decode a specific piece of an audio file in order to get a message while the other is actually inputting the commands to do just that.

We can firmly assume that these two are our last two dancing agents.

Now how does this tie in with Demencia? Well, it has already been established that Demencia knows how to create her own codes and sneak them into BHO's production videos as we see happen in the very first short, The Perception of Evil, in which a code flashes on screen saying "Demencia Was Here".

Funny enough, a short was released a few months back called "Demencia Wuz Here". And my what a controversial short this one is if you see it like we do.

Let's break it down:

So Demencia left a hidden code for someone to decipher that referenced an advertisement short that didn't even exist yet. This means that the short was a premeditated thing and not just something done at the spur of the moment for some pickles.

What's also good to note is that there was no reference to King Wazuq's Glove before ((well like that one end frame but nothing else in like actual videos that what I think he meant)) this episode and the outer Demencia doesn't appear to be the type to search for information that deeply for something she wouldn't even know she'd need months before hand.

Unless... The heist was staged.

What we also see in this short is Demencia being able to hack into The Defence Departments, high security, Area 52 cameras in order to capture her stealing the glove. A very difficult task I'd imagine for an empty-headed lizard girl. But... She really hasn't proven herself to be all that has she?

Another thing to note is that Demencia created this entire short on her own. 505, Flug, nor Black Hat knew of this until they walked in on her but, once again, do nothing to stop her. It's just Demencia being Demencia.

Also, have any of you noticed that Demencia is the only character in Villainous so far that labels herself as an agent?

Oh, but this only goes deeper.

Not only is Demencia a Podemos Bailar agent, and not only is she working as an undercover agent amongst villains, she is also the agent telling the other what commands to input on the Podemos Bailar website.

She is telling her true co-worker exactly what to do to find a code she has hidden especially for him in her "advertisement" short.

But how can we be so sure that it's her?

How can we be so sure that it's that video specifically?

Because, if you click and drag the I See All picture into the Google search bar, you will find a link to the website's assets page. With that page are a series of links to different parts of the site. One of those links holds the exact audio file from the "Demencia Wuz Here" short...and it is the only short there.

The short Demencia made without anyone's knowing.

The short that she aquired impossible information for.

And the short she specifically designed and planned from episode one to reach out to her last comrade for and betray her villainous coworkers.

I mean, just look at her body type and compare it to the yet-to-be-found female Podemos Bailar agent! They're a practical match, thick ((EXTRA THICC note I hate using that word)) legs and all! And there is no way that giant next to her is Flug!

Also, another thing to consider is, if neither of these last two agents are on the villainous scene, then how have they been aquiring photos from within the manor? Flug's notes about 505's creation and the picture of the organization's plans to go to Japan are prime examples!

(another thing about that japan plan pic is that in the same episode it was released with we can see dementia reading that EXSACT same magazine that's in the picture! the clues are hiding in plane sight and no one is any the wiser!)

The evidence is stacking here people, and we the Villainous Theory Chat truly believe that it's only going to become more suspicious as time goes on.

This also means that there is a secret audio code that we need to find in the "Demencia Wuz Here" video. All we need to do is follow the steps she's given us on the site in order to find it.

There is a spy among us and she is clothed in green. (A sheep in lizards clothing)

I hope you enjoyed reading our idea!

Happy Villainy!

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Mine - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: Hello everyone! I cannot begin to tell you guys how excited I am about posting this!!!! I’ve spent so long working on this imagine and I honestly am pretty proud of how it turned out, I really hope you’ll enjoy it. This was written for @dylanobemineforever ‘s writing challenge (thank you for organising this, I had so much fun writing this imagine). The rule was to write whatever we wanted about any one of DOB’s characters but it had to be based off a song (from a given list). This imagine was based off the song Mine by Bazzi (lyrics are hereeeee)

I’d also like to thank @susybird for proofreading this pic for me, you are an absolute angel and your reactions to it were incredibly sweet! A inappropriate amount of wet sloppy kisses (on the cheek lmao) to @itsbilescallmebiles, thank you Weird Al for encouraging me and making me smile like an idiot during the whole process of creating this. @hellogoodbyebitch, I could not have written this without you!!! You were an absolute sweetheart and you made me feel much more confident about my work every single time I was unsure. You guys are the best <3

Check out my Masterlist for more content! Part 2 Coming Soon!!!

Summary: What was supposed to be a joyous night celebrating the engagement of Y/N Y/L/N and Alec Meyers turns into a whirlwind of unexpected events which begs the question, how did we get here?

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, and that’s about it?

Word Count: 11K

Enjoyyy :)) Tell me what you think plssss

How did we get here?

“It was back in 2016. We were both in college and I was living in dorm C which was just across dorm D, where Y/N was living with her roommate Malia.”

Everyone in the room was listening to Alec’s speech. His navy blue suit fit him like a glove and his tie had been perfectly knotted, most probably by Y/N, who somehow had always mastered the delicate art of male accessorising. She was standing next to him in a knee-length dark purple dress and holding a generously filled champagne glass. Her delicate fingers held the crystal object with grace as the solid rock on her ring finger glistened brightly, and her eyes were focused on Alec’s handsome face as she breathed in his words.

“The dorm laundry room was in a small hall that connected the two dorms and because my close friend and roommate Ben was constantly in the company of,-” he cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly,-“young girls, I would usually go sit in said hall and study there. Then one day, I was working on a research paper and I was hungry. So I got up and walked up to the vending machine across from me and I bought myself a pack of Skittles. Now, let me remind you guys, I had just turned 21, I was in community college, I barely had enough money to buy pizza and a coke, so naturally, when I saw the price was 2 dollars and a quarter I wasn’t exactly thrilled. But I bought it anyway, cause I was hungry. I had three quarters left in my pocket and I went back to my seat on the floor, when the most beautiful girl in the world walked into the hall. And I swear,-” he laughed, shaking his head,-“my heart literally did a somersault in my chest! I was breathless!”

“Al,” Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arm around his waist and blushed deeply.

“And um…the pretty girl came up to me and then asked me something. Thing is I was so mesmerised by her that I had to ask her to repeat her question. And what was the question again?” Alec looked down at Y/N and grinned lovingly.

“I asked him if he had any money because I was three quarters short from finishing my last load of laundry,” Y/N answered as she smiled brightly.

“I immediately took out the coins from my pocket and without even talking, I placed them in her hand. And let me tell you, sparks flew! I mean seriously, fireworks!” Chuckles and “awwws” could be heard all around the room but the couple was too distracted by each other to notice. “She thanked me, went back to the laundry room and I went back to work. After about fifteen minutes, she came back and placed a small folded piece of paper on the floor in front of me, then, she winked and walked away. Obviously, I read the note and it turned out to be her number. I called her that very night and we went on our first date the next day. Seems like ages ago now doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” Y/N answered softly before burying her face in his chest. Everyone around them applauded loudly and Y/N turned to face the crowd, her gaze falling on a specific group of people very close to her heart.

Malia was wearing a sleeveless black dress that ended a few centimetres over her knees, her arm was wrapped lovingly around Scott’s as he grinned widely and clapped his hands together. Lydia was with Jordan, they were exchanging a light kiss and his arms were wrapped around her waist, his fingers tugging at the light pink fabric of her top and holding her close against his grey suit. On their right stood Y/N’s best friend. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a black blazer over it, but no tie, he hated ties. His hair was dishevelled, not being all that different from its usual spiky demeanour, and his amber eyes were gazing into hers. She smiled fondly at him and he smiled back, yet she couldn’t help but notice his eyes weren’t following suit. “Thank you all for being here, we hope you have a nice evening!” Y/N exclaimed as she seized her fiancé’s hand and dragged him away from the centre of the room. “I hate to leave you but I have to go mingle,” she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek and disappearing into the crowd. He grinned and went to say hello to his guests.

“You guys are just too cute Y/N,” said Lydia as the stunning brunette made her way over.

“I know right? God I love him…” Y/N smiled timidly as she sipped her champagne.

“You should! He’s petty hot in that suit…” added Malia, earning herself a couple of raised eyebrows, including from her boyfriend.

“Thank you, Malia, but I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna wake up Scott’s alpha side.” Y/N winked at her friend and Scott laughed. Stiles, however, stayed silent.

“Hey Stiles, come with me, I’m gonna get myself another drink okay?” He nodded and they both walked away from the group. A couple of people stopped Y/N from going any further in order to congratulate her on the engagement and she politely thanked them, not noticing Stiles’ incessant eye rolls. Finally, they had made their way to the liquor table on which dozens of different alcohols were being displayed.

“Are you okay? You seem a little…quiet, which isn’t a good look on you,” Y/N asked worriedly as she poured a little peach liquor in her glass.

“I’m fine,” Stiles stated calmly, his eyes staring at the bottom of his own.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s a romantic that one,” Stiles pointed out as he looked over the crowd to see Alec’s face. Y/N’s eyes turned in the same direction as his and she smiled as she shifted her weight.

-“Yeah, he is.”

-“Little over the top don’t you think?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“Well I mean, come on. ‘Fireworks?’ Could he be any more cliche?”

“Stiles it was super sweet.” Y/N laughed as she sipped at her peach vodka.

“Exactly, too sweet. So sweet it became gross.”

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react right now.” The brunette’s smile had disappeared. She frowned and stared at him.

“Are you sure he’s not gay?”

“What?” Y/N asked, obviously starting to get very annoyed by Stiles’ comments.

-“He’s way too sensitive to be into women.”

-“How much did you drink Stiles?”

-“A lot more than he has.”

-“And I’m supposed to be impressed?”

-“Why are you even marrying him? You’re legal you know, no need for a green card.”

“You’re an ass, Stiles.” Y/N walked away from him and walked back to the group, her nostrils flaring.

Stiles downed the rest of his drink and followed her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Lydia.

-“I don’t know.”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s Stiles, he’s acting really weird, and kind of insulting really.”

-“What did he say to you?”

“Um, guys?” Scott asked as he looked back at the centre of the room where the mic was being given to someone who had yet another strong drink in his hand.

-“He said Alec was gay and I know it’s stupid but I don’t know, he’s being weird and-”

-“-Guys.”

-“Why would he say that?”

-“I don’t know he ju-”

-“-Guys!”

“What?” Exclaimed the three girls as they turned to Scott.

“Stiles has the mic.”

“Oh god…” Y/N muttered as she realised that Stiles was in fact in the middle of the room and currently tapping the mic with his index.

“Testing. Testing.” The room started to quiet down and everyone turned to the drunk young man expectantly.

“Good evening everyone, my name is Stiles Stilinski anddddddd I know what you’re thinking, weird name rrrright? Yeah, I know, it’s weird, it’s not my actual name, but Alec, that’s a real name, that’s Alec’s real name anyways. Alec’s kind of weird too right? I mean seriously, try repeating Alec fifty times out loud and you’ll understand what I mean. Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec,…”

“I’m gonna go take the mic from him,” Scott said before walking up to his friend. But Stiles had seen him coming and put the mic out of arm’s reach.

“Okay fine I’ll stop repeating Alec, besides I don’t need to anymore, everyone understands now. Here’s what I want to say. I want to talk about Y/N because she’s the reason why everyone’s here tonight right? Y/NNNN. What to say about Y/N…” Stiles sighed loudly and walked a little further from Scott.

“Y/N and I met in high school! Yep. High School sweethearrrrrts if you will, although I guess not sweethearts cause well, we’re not dating, we didn’t date, never did. But we were close! Still are, right? Where is sssshe rrrright now? Oh, there you are! Hey Y/N!” Stiles pointed his finger at her and shouted out her name while she just stared at him, appalled by his slurred words and drunk behaviour. She wasn’t the only one. The entire room was looking at him, whispers were being exchanged between the different guests and pitiful eyes sent her glances every once in a while.

“She looks maaaaaad…I mean she has a right to be, I’m being an asssss right now! Why would she want an asshole when she has a sensitive, kind and perfect Ken Doll to keep her company, am I right?” His words, harsh as they were, didn’t phase Alec in the least and his soft eyes rested on Y/N’s stoic expression.

“Babe, do you want me to talk to him? I think he drank a little too much,” he whispered in her ear and she shook her head calmly.

“Scott’s dealing with it.”

“By the way Ken, you’re a really nice guy! Really romantic and sweet and you’re hot as hell I mean how the actual fffuck can someone like me compete with a blonde mmmale bimbo like youuu? Does that ever complicate stuffff? Being that hhhot? I mean it must right? People must think you’ve gotta be the dumbest person alive because of your hotness. I mean it’s practically a hate crime being that hot and being smart! You know most people would feel threatened by you, but me? Not me, I don’t feel threatened, at alllllllllllll. Like at all. Why would I be? You know? I’m happppy! I’m glad you’ve got that great lawyer gig thing, and I’m really happy your breath smells like mint, and I’m even happier you got the girlll of every guy’s dreams! I mean, woaaah!! It’s like you won the lottery with that one! In fact, I think-”

“-Shut up Stiles, stop it right now, I’m serious.” Scott grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him away from the crowd.

“Mic Drop!” Stiles exclaimed before throwing the mic up in the air, making it land right on the table on which the alcohol and champagne glasses were being kept. Guests exclaimed as the shattering glass fell on the floor of Alec and Y/N’s home. One of the caterer’s helpers quickly rushed to the scene and started to clear it up but it was an absolute mess.

“I can’t believe you, Stiles! What the hell is wrong with you?” Malia slapped Stiles so hard he swore every single guest had heard it. And just as if it couldn’t get any worse, Alec put his firm hand on his shoulder and opened his mouth to talk to him.

“Stiles, obviously, you’re not well. Why don’t I get you home so you can get some sleep?“

Stiles was about to answer something rude when Y/N shot him a glare.

“That’s okay Al, I’ve got it. Enjoy the rest of your night, guys!” Scott reassured them kindly as he started dragging Stiles towards the front door.

“No Scott, let me. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to Stiles before he goes to bed,” Y/N said before squeezing her fiancé’s hand and leaving the house with her drunk friend.

Stiles’ apartment was a good 30 minutes away from where the engagement party was taking place, which made the car ride extremely awkward seeing as neither Stiles nor Y/N spoke a word. Stiles, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, looked out the window and focused on the lights coming from the lampposts along the streets. The silence was excruciatingly tense and finally, the tie-less young man cleared his throat and looked back at his friend, only, she didn’t look back.

“Y/N, stop furrrrrowing your brow like that, or you’ll ave wrinkles fo life.”

“Fuck you, Stiles,” she snapped.

“Oh cm'on, was a joke,” he said, raising his voice. He seemed annoyed at her anger, which only worsened her mood.

“What the hell was that Stiles?”

“What was what?” Stiles rarely played dumb, but when he did, it riled her up.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Y/N pulled her eyes away from the road to look at him and her glistening eyes erased the smug look on his face instantly. Y/N was driving pretty fast, but somehow the sight of her breathtaking orbs across which danced the furtive city lights of LA seemed to slow down time, and it even seemed to sober him up a little. Realising he had probably been staring at her a little too long, he snapped out of his daze and looked away.

“Stiles?” she asked him, her voice a little softer than before.

“I’m sorry.”

Neither of them said anything for a while. Y/N focused on the road ahead, occasionally letting her eyes set themselves upon her high school friend whereas Stiles avoided her stares, his head turned in the opposite direction. Eventually, Y/N sighed and turned on the radio. The song Mine by Bazzi started to play and she let her head fall back against her headrest.

Yeah, I just had lil’ bit too much Hennessy

Just gotta tell you how I feel

You so fucking precious when you smile

Hit it from the back and drive me-

Y/N turned off the radio instantly, the beginning of the song felt much too familiar and it was making her uncomfortable. Silence was good enough, for now…

The car stopped in front of a large concrete apartment building about twenty minutes later and Y/N didn’t even help Stiles out of the car, which obviously annoyed the crap out of him. She did wait for him though, and five minutes later, they were about to enter Stiles’ apartment, 3B. The drunk young man struggled to put the key in the lock and Y/N grabbed it from him, opening the door herself. She didn’t want to wait for another half hour before getting home and Stiles was taking forever.

“Thanks,” he slurred.

In they went, and as soon as Y/N entered the apartment, an awful smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils.

“Oh my god, Stiles, ever heard of windows?” she groaned rhetorically, quickly walking up to the large window above the couch on which she dropped her purse. She made sure she had opened it wide enough to make the air inside the living room breathable when she turned around and realised Stiles had disappeared. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Stiles?” she called out before going into the small kitchen on her left. “Stiles? Stiles, I’m not in the mood for hide-and-seek so would you please ju-,” Y/N stopped talking when she heard an awful sound come from the bathroom.

The door was ajar and she could make out Stiles’ blazer on the tiled floor. She slowly walked into the dark bathroom, and her eyes rested upon Stiles in his sweaty light blue shirt, with both his legs lying on either side of the toilet and his head resting on the seat. He looked like a mess. “Stiles-…”, the second she opened her mouth, Stiles buried his face in the toilet again and the nauseating sounds she had heard before coming in resonated inside the porcelain bowl. Immediately, she bent down and placed herself on her knees right behind him in order to rub his back with her palm. She was angry with him, furious even, but he was her best friend, and even his drunk behaviour wasn’t enough for her to forget empathy. “It’s okay, let it out. Let it all out.” He groaned as she tried to soothe him with her soft voice. Finally, he rested his head on the seat again, the bile having completely left his body. They stayed that way for a while. Y/N kept rubbing circles with her hand, occasionally switching between left and right when one got tired and he made little moans every once in a while. Eventually, he started to shift and she helped him up, his knees had obviously been weakened by the amount of scotch he had consumed at the engagement party. Y/N filled up a glass with tap water and practically forced it down his throat, cleaning out the last of his vomit. “Are you okay?” she asked him calmly. He nodded and walked past her, banging his shoulder against the side of the door as he left the room, leaving her alone in the dark.

She followed him and that’s when she really noticed the mess Stiles was living in. Dirty dishes were left in various places in the living room, and empty beer cans and bottles were lying around everywhere. Old pizza boxes, some still containing a few slices were stacked up in the corner of the room and there were dirty clothes everywhere she looked. “Stiles, what the hell…” she muttered to herself. He had gone into the kitchen and while she expected him to come out with a sandwich in hand, he came out with a pack of beer. Her kind expression immediately turned to an angry glare and she blocked his way. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going into my living room.” he tried to walk past her but she blocked him again and he started to get impatient. “Let me pass,” he said harshly.

“No. No, you are not ruining my evening by getting drunk and embarrassing my fiancé and then drinking yourself into a coma.”

“I made myself throw up Y/N, a lot of alcohol has left my body and I’d like to get some back in, I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll do as I please, so let me pass,” he said angrily as he pushed her aside, something she never thought he would do. Shocked by his actions, she turned around only to face his back and retaliated.

“A grown ass man? Really? Cause the crap you pulled at the party, that wasn’t exactly what I’d call mature Stiles.”

He didn’t even turn to look at her, he just sat himself down on his laundry covered couch and opened a can. “I can take care of myself Y/N, go away.”

Her eyes widened at his comment and she stomped towards him. “I can see that! Yeah, this place doesn’t look like a frat party tornadoed its way in here!” she exclaimed sarcastically and he avoided her eyes, staring into his can. “Give me that!” she finally yelled before swiftly taking his beer. He shot up instantly and grabbed her by the wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he said, letting her go immediately. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, falling back down on his couch. Her nostrils were flaring and she stared him down, her mouth slightly open, letting a thin line of air in and out. “I’m-”

-“-sorry, yeah you’ve said so.”

-“Y/N-”

-“Are you gonna talk?”

He looked up at her and that’s when she realised just how terrible he looked. His skin was pale and he had huge bags underneath his chocolaty eyes. They were reddened, which translated a lack of sleep. He was unshaved and his prickly stubble covered the beautiful constellation on the side of his face. His hair was unkempt, like it usually was, but it just added to the feel of brokenness Stiles was projecting onto her.

“I’m just tired.” his eyes stared down at the ground and he rubbed his hands together as though he was trying to keep warm.

“Obviously, but there’s something else, and I’m not gonna wait around all night for you to tell me what it is.” Again, Stiles looked up at her but didn’t say anything.

“Fine,” Y/N said, letting her arm slap against her waist before grabbing her purse and walking towards the doorway. She put her hand on the knob and started to turn it when she heard him speak. “You’re my best friend.” She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart thumped against her ribcage as she turned around.

“You have been since we were juniors. Do you remember how we met?”

She didn’t respond and he got up.

“We met at that party. Benjamin Wilson’s party. Everyone was there, even freshmen. You were wearing your dark blue flannel shirt with the black tank top you always wore. And you had those black jeans with the scissored cuts at the end. I remember that your hair was tied up in this messy bun and you weren’t wearing any makeup, you were just…you.”

Stiles was almost whispering as he started to walk towards her, very slowly, as though she were a kitten he was trying not to scare away.

“You were leaning against a wall and uh, you were watching people dance and drink. You had a beer can in hand but, it was unopened. And then they started a mosh pit and I tried to get away before getting caught up in the middle of it. That’s when some idiot decided to jump around outside of the mosh pit and pushed me against you-”

“And then your drink spilled all over me and I punched the guy who pushed you,” Y/N breathed out. He smiled softly and kept going, the distance between the two of them growing smaller.

“Yeah. I kept saying sorry but you just laughed and blamed it on the poor guy who had a nosebleed. We spent all night talking and making fun of the idiots who were getting drunk and making out. You gave me your number but I lost it.”

“And on Monday, I showed up at the high school as a transfer and you spent all day trying to convince me you hadn’t ghosted me on purpose.”

“Did it work? Did I convince you?” inquired Stiles, even though he already knew the answer. His face was dangerously close to hers and his alcohol-tainted breath fanned across her chin.

“Stiles…” she whispered, her eyes shut tight.

“Did I?”

“Stiles, you shouldn’t-”

“Y/N,” Stiles muttered. Y/N was about to do something stupid when suddenly she felt his hand on her left hip and she immediately opened her eyes and pushed him away, making her purse fall to the floor in the process.

“What are you doing Stiles?” she questioned almost accusingly. He looked confused and hurt when he suddenly started to unbutton his shirt.

“Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you!” Y/N gasped as she covered her eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just changing. Besides, you’ve already seen me shirtless before.”

“Right except you didn’t try to kiss me when I did,” she stated, uncovering her eyes.

“You think that was me trying to kiss you?” he asked, still shirtless.

She stared at his slightly toned stomach, and couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his happy trail.

“Well, what were you doing if you weren’t trying to kiss me?”

“I…” he started, but quickly pulled a red sweater down his upper body and sat down on the armrest of his couch.

“You…?”

“Will you just drop it?” he asked roughly. She shut up and shifted her weight. Silence. Complete and utter silence, they were both looking into each other’s eyes but their stares were tense and cold. Finally, Y/N went into the kitchen, not seeing the puzzled look on Stiles’ face. He heard a lot of shuffling and pots and pans clashing before she finally came back into the room gripping a black trash bag with both hands. She bent down and started to throw the crumpled up cans into the bag. He got up and walked towards her but she turned around, pretending not to notice he was about to talk.

“Y/N what are you doing?” he sighed loudly as if her actions were exasperating. She ignored his question, deeming it stupid as he could clearly see that she was cleaning up his mess. One by one, the cans left the carpeted floor and Stiles just stood there, staring at his friend who had tied her hair up into in a messy bun.

“Y/N.” Again, she ignored him and got up, walking past him to start grabbing his dirty clothes. He watched her delicate fingers tightly hold the collar of his favorite flannel and his eyes welled up when he had a déjà vu. She was the same. She was just like she had been at that party seven years ago, with her hair untamed and a flannel on her body. The neon lights coming from the bar across the street, coloured her soft skin, it’s usual white tone replaced by a pattern of blue and red. She was simply breathtaking. That was all he could think about as she kept securing his shirts onto her outreached arm.

“Y/N.” he muttered to himself not expecting her to hear his hoarse voice.

“What?” she snapped, finally letting her eyes pierce through his.

“What are you doing?” he forced himself to ask aloud.

“What does it look like I’m doing,” she retorted angrily before pushing past him roughly. “I’m cleaning up your mess because as usual, you’re incapable of doing so yourself.” Her words hurt him more than he’d care to admit. She was never this angry, she was always understanding and kind. Never in a million years did he think Y/N of all people would speak so harshly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N kept her lips sealed shut and this made the blood in his veins boil.

“Enough with the fucking silent treatment!” he shouted out angrily, the vein in his forehead pulsating furiously. She stopped dead in her tracks and his heart shattered when he realised that her gorgeous eyes were welling up.

“I’m s-” he tried to say as he stepped forward, but she didn’t let him finish. She walked up to him and before he knew it, a hot white feeling of pain flashed upon his cheek and he let out a yelp.

“What the hell was that for?” he exclaimed, immediately cupping his cheek with both his hands. She didn’t answer but instead, crashed her lips to his.

The sudden action made Stiles’ eyes widen instantly and his heartbeat sped up so much he thought his chest was going to burst. ‘What is happening right now?’ he asked himself as his lips chose to respond to Y/N’s actions. The kiss was so many things all at once.

It was honest. The way their lips fit together perfectly, as if their bodies were a puzzle and all they needed was to be connected in order to be complete, the way she tugged at his collar with both hands, desperately trying to hold on to him as if she were about to lose him at any minute, the way his heart called out her name with every beat in his chest, all of those things proving to one another that it was more than just a kiss.

It was passionate. Stiles brought his hands to her waist and pushed her against the wall, making his lamp fall to the floor in the process. He brought his right hand up to her face and slipped his fingers through her soft hair, lightly tugging at it as she pushed her body closer to him. His scruff felt deliciously rough against her smooth cheeks when the tip of his tongue grazed her lower lip and she granted him entry without hesitation, letting his muscle caress her own needily.

The kiss was angry. Y/N’s taste bud lit up instantly when she tasted the vile aftermath of smoking and drinking in his mouth and suddenly, she felt her heart beat faster than it had been, only she couldn’t tell if it was from her anger or the way Stiles was dragging his nails slowly against the back of her dress. She harshly bit his lower lip and he groaned as she drew a tiny drop of blood, but he didn’t care. She was there, doing things to him he had always dreamt of but never had the chance to experience. That’s when it happened. A distinctive sound buzzed through Y/N’s purse and their bodies shot apart, Y/N immediately wiping at her lips as she avoided Stiles’ eyes.

She hurried across the room and yanked her purse off the floor in order to get her phone out. First ring. Stiles leaned against his wall, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh, a habit he had picked up at his FBI intern program. She looked dazzling with her red and swollen lips as she stared at her phone screen.

Second ring. He shifted his weight and furrowed his brow, why wasn’t she answering?

Third ring. Stiles’ jaw clenched as he starting to chew on his lower lip, the situation worsening his usual state of anxiety.

Fourth ring. ‘Y/N answer the damn phone,’ he told himself when he realised she wasn’t going to move.

Fifth ring. There was an awful pit in his stomach and his clammy hands shook with anticipation. She let the phone ring, her body not moving a muscle. That was it, it was over.

Y/N exhaled loudly, making Stiles realise she had probably held her breath the whole time, just like he had.

The silence was horrible. Neither of them had said anything in the past five minutes and Y/N was still standing next to the door, her back facing a terrified Stiles who was still furiously tapping his fingers on his leg. Suddenly, she slowly turned around and walked up to the couch, feeling the rough material against her skin as she seated herself on it. He was about to say something when he saw her bury her face in her palms and the strangled sob that escaped her throat made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He rushed to her side and seated himself on the coffee table in front of her, pushing her phone to the floor with his body without realising it and placing both of his hands on her bare knees, rubbing the smooth skin with his calloused fingers. Her large tears fell onto her flattering dress and his cognac eyes flooded with tears of his own at the sight of the broken woman he loved more than life itself.

“Y/N-” he murmured.

“-stop saying my name!” she spilled before pushing past him, bolting towards his bedroom, which she locked herself in without looking back. He had only caught a glimpse of her face when she left but it had been enough to notice her running mascara and humid eyes desperately trying to keep more salty water from crossing the border of her bottom eyelids.

How did we get here?

Quietly, Stiles brought himself in front of his bedroom door and sat down with his back against it. He leaned his head back on the firm wood separating him from his best friend. Breathing slowly, he opened his mouth and looked up as though she was standing above him.

“You’re my best friend,” he admitted. “You’re upset. I can’t not comfort you because you’re my best friend Y/N, please open the door.” She didn’t respond and the door didn’t move in the slightest. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to soothe his wrecked nerves.

“Look we don’t have to talk about this, ever. I promise, no one has to know. We-we won’t even talk about it to each other, I swear to God,” he assured trying to convince her to open the door.

“I promise, okay? It was just a spur of the moment thing, it won’t happen again, ever. It didn’t mean anything, we know that. Just please Y/N, open the door, let me in, come on.”

Still no answer.

“I-I… please, I beg of you just open the door. Come on, I don’t blame you for this, okay? Alec and the others, they don’t have to know, it was just an impulsive mistake that meant nothing, just please let me in Y/N, please,” he begged, this time, the tears rolling freely down his cheeks. His pleads were heart-wrenching, and Y/N couldn’t stand it any longer. Suddenly, the door flew open and Stiles fell back against the floor that, luckily, had been carpeted by the previous owners. This time, Y/N was standing above him and he blushed when he realised she could clearly see the humid mess that was his face. She ignored it and held out her hand, smiling softly when he took it. Once he had gotten up, she stared at him for a while and finally, spoke.

“Do you have any clean shirts left?”

It wasn’t the first time that Y/N had stayed this long in his home at night. They’d been best friends for seven years; their bond was so strong it was almost tangible. When they were still teenagers going on 18, Stiles and Y/N had a little tradition. Every Friday, instead of going to the god-awful parties their fellow High School students went to, they stayed in and watched a movie together. Sometimes the whole pack joined them, sometimes one member alone, but most of the time it had been just them. Only once Stiles had gone to D.C and Y/N had stayed in California to go to community college, movie night was cancelled repeatedly. Their respective schedules were completely different and they barely had the time to have a decent phone conversation. Still, they fought like hell to make their special Friday nights work by calling each other on Facetime every Friday and watching their movie together, even if they were 2,299 miles away from each other. Then she met Alec and it all changed. She started missing his calls and more and more Friday nights were cancelled because of dates and events like meeting the parents and such. Eventually, he just stopped calling at the end of the week, sending a simple text ever so often.

And then he graduated. He was done in DC and the FBI gave him a job offer which, he gladly accepted. To his great surprise, they sent him permanently to LA. The second he had landed in California, his friends ordered Thai food and spent the night helping him move into his new apartment. It had been so long since the last time the pack had been complete and that night remained one Stiles’ most cherished memories. He reconnected with Y/N that night. They laughed their heads off for hours, they drank and danced and unpacked his stuff, they spent the whole evening catching up. It had been amazing and the next day, everything had gone back to normal. Y/N came over very often, movie night was back on and a regular event everyone was allowed to come to, occasional lunches and nights out at their favourite bars with the members of the pack that resided in LA were frequent. Everything was good, everything was as it should be. Only, Alec tagged along sometimes. And he would kiss Y/N, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips. Stiles could feel his blood boil whenever she smiled up at her loving boyfriend when they were all together and it only worsened with time. Y/N became distant again, but still, she was careful not to stay away too much, always finding the time to visit him and talk.

Then one night she called him in tears. He had already grabbed his bat thinking he was going to have to beat up Alec for screwing with his best friend, but she squealed in the phone ecstatically and told him she was engaged. Alec had proposed. Stiles drank the pain away that night. It was just too much for him. Distancing himself from the girl he loved, that he could deal with, but with her engagement came marriage and that meant having to cut her off. It was going to be too painful for him otherwise, seeing her move into a white picket fence type of house with the man of her dreams, seeing her have children who wouldn’t be his own and probably being attributed the role of godfather. He couldn’t stand by and watch her build a family with someone other than him. He just wasn’t strong enough for that.

The fact that Y/N was engaged ended up making them grow apart a little more. She was always busy planning for the wedding, there had been her bridal shower which Lydia and Maria had jokingly invited Stiles to, there had been Alec’s bachelor party which he had managed to wiggle himself out of, not wanting to talk to the man who was stealing the love of his life or to said man’s golf buddies who didn’t have anything interesting to talk about besides their tax incomes. Y/N didn’t have time to show up unannounced to his apartment and he didn’t have the mental strength to provide help for the wedding preparations.

Stiles’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his bathroom door swung open, revealing Y/N in an oversized shirt and old boxers of his, standing in his doorway. Her beautiful long hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken and she was carrying her dress in her arms. She walked over to him and seated herself on his soft bed and he noticed that she was fidgeting with her fingers, something she always did when nervous. He gulped discretely, trying his best not to reveal his anxiety, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he did.

“I want to know everything Stiles,” announced Y/N, softly. She glanced at him but he avoided her eyes. It seemed to be the theme of the night, avoiding each other’s gaze.

“It didn’t mean anything,” Stiles tried to assure her with a cracked voice, his words, much to his disappointment, barely convincing. Her eyes welled up.

“I wasn’t talking about the kiss Stiles,” she murmured. Finally, he bravely brought his eyes up to hers and inhaled slowly.

-“There’s nothing to say, I just drank a little too much scotch.”

-“Stiles, stop trying to salvage this. We’re way past that.”

He knew she was right, but how was he supposed to tell her everything? How could he even begin to explain his feelings for her? Where would he start?

“Stiles, I’m asking for an explanation, okay, you owe me at least that,” Y/N persisted, desperately trying to tear open the shell he had so carefully built around himself.

“What about you huh?” he snapped. “What about that little stunt you pulled back there? Am I gonna get an explanation?” he asked angrily, gesturing in the direction of the living room still slightly visible from where they were.

“I don’t-, I can’t-, just-,”

“Just what?” he barked, the temperature in his blood rapidly rising.

“Just stop cornering me! Stop pressuring me into this tight spot okay!! I can’t fucking focus!” Y/N shouted out, stunning both him and herself. She wasn’t the kind of person to explode like that, she was always cool and composed, never letting her feelings take over.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he affirmed, trying to make his voice a little more soothing than before.

“I am. I’m sorry. I’m just…” he looked at her with puppy eyes and his beautiful lips formed a lopsided smile, “I’m terrified.”

“You’re saying that to an engaged woman who just kissed her best friend,” she said, smiling reassuringly, making him chuckle lightly.

-“Well I’m partly to blame, I let you.”

-“We’re horrible people huh?”

-“Well, not Gerard Argent horrible but uh, something like that.”

-“Where do we start?”

-“Start what? Becoming like Gerard?”

“No dumbass,” she said playfully punching his shoulder, “Where do we start here?”

“Do we really have to start?” he asked. Y/N nodded slowly and turned her body towards him on the bed.

-“Do you wanna go first or should I?”

-“Does it really make a difference?”

“Guess not…” he nodded, trying to calm down the heart he was sure Y/N could clearly hear beating through his chest. “I’m not a huge fan of Alec.”

“No kidding, Jimmy Kimmel.” Y/N joked and he flashed her a grin as he recognized the name of the famous stand-up comedian, quickly composing himself afterwards.

“I-, would you go to my desk? There’s a small box in the uh, second drawer. Bring it to me.” Y/N looked puzzled but she complied and indeed, a small dark blue box lay at the bottom of the desk’s chestnut drawer. She handed it to him and he fidgeted with the object his hands.

“Are you going to tell me what it is or are we waiting for it to turn into a pearly white carriage, cause it’s almost midnight so…”

She smirked at him and he smiled back. Even in the worst situations, Y/N always found the strength to crack a joke. That was something he truly admired about her. Slowly, Stiles opened the box and inside lay a folded up piece of paper. Y/N looked down at the content of the box, then looked back up at him, a confused look on her face.

-“Take it. Go on.”

-“Okay…but if it’s the secret of the end of the world, I’m gonna have to call the Pope.”

-“Yeah, yeah, just read it.”

She scoffed and grabbed the delicate piece of shrivelled paper.

“4 0 5 3 6 8-,…” her voice caught in her throat when she realised what the note was.

-“How did you-,”

-“-it was when I moved here. I found it between the 68th and 69th pages of the book I had started reading that weekend, Killing Kennedy: The End of Camelot.”

“Wait but why did you put it in such a fancy box and…” Y/N’s brow furrowed and she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands, “oh…”

-“I wanted you to have it. You know, that’s kind of how all of this started and-,”

-“-you wanted it to end that way.”

-“Y/N…”

“So that’s a yes, you were just gonna cut me out of your life? When were you gonna do that? In a year? A month?” Y/N rambled, awfully hurt by the shocking revelation.

“It was my wedding gift to you. I was gonna give it to you and um, leave it at that.”

“You were gonna leave me? You were gonna get out of my life on the day of my wedding? Who are you?” her voice was strangled, and she wasn’t even trying to stop her tears from flowing this time.

“It’s not like that.” Stiles tried to explain.

“Isn’t it? Let’s look at the facts, shall we?! You don’t ask about the wedding, you don’t call or text me at all these past few months, you insult my fiancé in front of both our families and then, I find out you plan on giving me a piece of paper that basically means: get the hell out of my life!” Y/N yelled out, her face contorted with anger.

“Don’t you get it? I can’t stand back and watch the woman I love marry someone else! I can’t spend the rest of my life pining over you while you live the life I’ve wanted to live with you for the past seven years Y/N! I can’t fucking watch you walk down the aisle on your wedding day knowing that I’m not the person you’re headed towards! Because I’m a selfish coward who knows he’s not strong enough to push through the crushing pain of watching you grow old with anyone other than with me! I can’t do it! I just can’t! I would if I could but I’m pretty sure my heart’ll physically tear if I have to spend another month watching the both of you together!” Stiles exclaimed without taking a second to breathe. Her eyes were open wide and once he had cooled down, he quickly realized this was the point of no-return and that he had most probably destroyed their relationship and everything they had once felt for each other.

How did we get here?

He was standing now, but she was still seated, and she hadn’t spoken a word in ten minutes. He was pacing around the room, both hands on his hips, praying that her reaction wasn’t going to be worse than a slap and a goodbye. Finally, she cleared her throat bringing his attention back to her.

“How long have you known?” she asked, without looking at him.

“Junior year.” She scoffed and clenched her jaw.

-“And you didn’t think to tell me. Not once?”

-“Of course I did. But how do you think the conversation would have gone? Hey Y/N, I’m in love with you, wanna make out?”

-“Well, that would have been better than finding out three weeks before my wedding day Stiles.”

-“What did you want me to say? I was terrified of losing us, of losing this. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship just because-”

“-just because you loved me?” she asked sarcastically, this time letting her eyes burn into his.

“Look just-, I-” Stiles groaned,-“you should go. Alec called you and he’s probably worried sick right now.”

-“Oh god, you’re kicking me out now?”

-“I’m not kicking you out! Look, what do you want me to say Y/N? Do you want me to take it back? Do you want me to tell you, you’re just a friend to me and then casually disappear the day of your wedding?”

-“No.”

“Why not? Cause it sure as hell seems like that would make you a whole lot happier. It’s definitely easier than hearing the cold hard truth isn’t it?” Stiles rambled, letting his emotions get the better of him.

-“No.”

-“Then what? What do you want me to do? Because I’m seriously considering throwing myself out of my bedroom window just to escape this situation so tell me, what do you want?”

-“Kiss me.”

“What?” Stiles said, making a double take, disbelief written all over his face.

-“I said, kiss me.”

-“Yeah, I heard what you said, I just don’t understand it.”

Y/N closed her eyes.

“I need to figure something out but I can’t do that if you don’t kiss me, so, kiss me.” She didn’t move. She just stayed seated, with her eyelids shut tight, waiting for him to make a move but he was glued to the spot. He couldn’t just kiss her, could he? Stiles did everything in his power to move his feet towards her, her sealed eyes were the only thing his own were focusing on and he bent down, resting on his knees, right in front of her. Her lower lip was faintly trembling and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he studied her beautiful face.

“So uh, I just kiss you now?” he muttered questioningly.

She didn’t say anything but slowly nodded her head and straightened her back expectantly.

Stiles inched his face closer to hers. The tip of his nose picked up the soothing scent of her perfume, Jasmine Bliss as he’d once read on the bottle, and his heart fluttered intensely. He brought his hand up to her soft cheek and he instantly heard a quiet moan escape the confines of her lips, which only made his desire to feel her increase. Encouraged by the sweet sound he had just heard, Stiles brushed away a strand of stray hair and tucked it behind her pierced ear as delicately as possible. The feel of her soft lobe made him smile timidly, making him extremely glad her grey eyes were closed and he brought his mouth up to the sensitive skin.

Feeling Stiles lightly press his lips in a puckered fashion against the side of her ear was stunningly pleasurable and Y/N couldn’t help but moan a little louder than previously causing him to smile against her skin. She gripped the bed covers when he placed another kiss on the spot behind her lobe and she stifled a happy sigh by biting down on her inner cheek when his lips ghosted above her neck.

Stiles’ need for physical contact with her body was fueled by the sweet noises his best friend was trying to contain and he pushed away every single thought racing through his mind in order to make room for the explosion of emotions he was going to feel with his next actions. He trailed his lips farther down the brunette’s neck and stopped right above her collarbone. He could practically hear her heart pound against the smooth skin of her chest and his mouth curved into an earnest smile as he gently shut his eyes, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his lips against her. He lazily let his bottom lip wonder a little further down and grazed the soft surface with the tip of his tongue. Y/N’s lips parted a little as he brought his own closer to her jawline.

“Stiles, this isn’t what I meant by kiss me…” she whispered with all the strength she could muster.

“Shut up,” he murmured against her blushing cheek as he placed both hands on either side of her waist before planting a bolder kiss on her jawline. Nothing could be heard anymore aside from Y/N’s uneven breathing and the occasional whimpers she let out when his genuine kisses got closer to her lonely lips. He placed one final kiss right above her upper lip and let the warm air leaving her nostrils coat the top of his nose. Their faces were up close and personal, he could see every single freckle on her cheeks, the tiny and light mole right under her right eye almost entirely covered by her dark and exceptionally long lashes and the tiny scar she had on her forehead from the time they’d decided drunk sledging was a good idea. He could see the mildly smudged mascara underneath her loosely closed eyes. Most people would have been thrown off by her messy makeup but he could feel his heart swell at the realization that she was absolutely breathtaking. This was it, this was the moment he was going to let his lips tell her how much he loved her. This was the moment he was going to show her everything he felt for her. This time, he was going to do it right.

Stiles placed his large hand at the back of her head, holding it in his palm, threading her wet hair with his veiny fingers and tilted his head a little downward to stroke her lips with his. The sweet contact blew the wind out of her and she instantly gasped against his mouth. He pushed his mouth a little closer to hers, trying desperately to eliminate all distance between their bodies as he slowly nibbled on her lower lip. Y/N’s gripped the bed cover’s tighter than before and unconsciously leaned into his kiss, bending down her head in order for him to have more access and he moaned huskily. His hand felt humid as it gripped her shampoo smelling hair and his other one tightened around her waist, making a quiet whimper echo against his lips when his thumb grazed her barely covered thigh. Y/N’s hands left the bed and flew to his neck, tugging at his collar, beckoning him to get up, which he gladly did. This time, Stiles was above her and her head leaned back as he bent down to keep their touch intact. He moaned lowly against her lips and passed his hand over her warm skin, trembling slightly at the feel of her body. The way his short arm hairs brushed her stomach repeatedly sent shivers up and down her spine and he lightly scratched her bare back underneath the Police t-shirt he had leant her. She tilted her head to the right making him smile against her lips as his tongue gently poked them. She didn’t even think about not letting him in and instantaneously created a gap between her lips, greeting his tongue with hers. As Stiles explored the inside of her delicious mouth, Y/N brought her hands to either side of his face and tugged softly at his brown locks of hair.

The kiss seemed to last for hours but it felt so right that neither of them tried to stop it, holding each other close and ignoring the time that was quickly fleeting. Eventually, Stiles caressed Y/N’s upper lip with his eager muscle and let his mouth slowly detach itself from hers, his eyes remaining closed. She opened hers and her gaze rested on his face, a timid smile etching itself on her swollen lips as she saw his slightly puckered mouth, still not quite ready to erase the memory of their stupefying kiss. His breathing was slow and calm, but it didn’t fool his heart, which was still beating at a faster rate than in general. She let out a shaky breath, which seemed to snap him out of his daze and he opened his eyes widely as he processed what they had just done. Stiles tried to soothe his voice as much as possible in order for Y/N not to realize how anxious he was and opened his mouth slowly before speaking, his eyes never leaving hers.

“D’you figure it out yet?” he half-whispered.

“Yeah…” she breathed, letting her hands fall at her side.

“Okay, what was it?”

“I don’t know when it happened Stiles, but somewhere along the line, you made me fall in love with you.”

Stiles’ nervous smile turned into a shocked grin and he crashed his lips against hers again, their warm bodies melting into each other.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted passionate making out, Stiles lightly pushed Y/N away and sent her a reassuring glance before seating himself on the bed beside her. She looked confused and even a little hurt which quickly made him ramble. “I didn’t want to stop I promise! I mean it was good, really really good actually, better than good, I’ve been dreaming about doing that since junior year, cause you really have the prettiest lips Y/N, they’re perfect and-”

“-Stiles?” Y/N cut him off and he immediately stopped talking, gulping down the last of his words.

“Breathe,” she instructed softly, instantly making him feel more confident. He inhaled deeply and resumed his sentence.

“I’m sorry for stopping it, but I think we should talk about this, before doing anything else.”

“Okay.” she nodded. “Where do we start?”

“You’re engaged Y/N…”

Her smile immediately dropped when she heard those words and she dropped her eyes to the floor. “I know.”

Neither of them said anything, but his heart was racing and he was sure she could hear it thump loudly against his chest. Finally, she spoke.

“I don’t know how to do this. I loved Alec, but then for some reason, I kissed you and it felt like…like I’d never actually loved anyone before. I don’t know how to explain it Stiles, it’s just-…”

“-like breathing for the first time?” She looked up at him, obviously startled by his comment.

-“Actually yeah.”

-“That’s what it felt like for me too. Look, you know me, I’ve dated girls. I’ve dated Malia, and Lydia, and that girl Sydney in college-,”

-“-the one with the Happy Days tattoo on her shoulder?”

-“Wait you remember that?”

“How could I have forgotten? We made fun of you for months after you broke up.” she laughed.

“Right…” he nodded, a huge beam on his face. “The point is, I’ve dated before. I’ve kissed and had sex and gone out with girls but it never felt just right. It was like something was always missing. But right now, it’s not missing anymore.”

He finished his sentence and quickly realized she was blushing intensely, making him do the same at once.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that right now…” he whispered, as a self-conscious grin formed itself on his face.

“Stiles, I’m terrified right now. Of this, of what it means, of tomorrow. But we’ve got tonight, we’ve already gone this far, so why stop now?”

Y/N started to lean forward when he spoke and made her stop dead in her tracks.

“What if we have longer?” he inquired, mostly to himself.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget tonight, we have our whole lives ahead of us. Y/N, we don’t need to stop now, we don’t need to stop ever! We could do this every day, we could do this for the rest of our lives!”

“Stiles are you saying that you want us to be together?”

“I’m not just saying that.”

“Stiles….”

“No think about it. You don’t have to marry Alec we could build the life we’ve always wanted together, the life I’ve always dreamed of living with you. We could, nothing’s standing in our way!” Stiles said excitedly, looking into her eyes with pure bliss written all over his face.

“You want that? You want that with me?”

“I want that and more. We could leave LA, burn our bridges here and start over somewhere else, like the suburbs? I could see if the FBI has any openings in New York and we could buy one of those beautiful houses with the tire swings in the backyard and the hardwood floors you’ve always dreamed of having. And you could set up an office at home for your own architectural firm, the one you’ve always said you’d start in your twenties.

“We could have kids. We could build a family and have beautiful children together. We could have two girls and a boy. Beth, Halley and James? Or we could call them anything you like, as long as they’re ours to name. We could have a little grill in the garden and organize a monthly BBQ for our neighbors and friends. We could start sharing movie night with our kids, force them to watch all of the Star Wars movies and you could make them see the classics. I could make you my legendary chicken parmigiana you love so much once a week and you could bake those delicious cookies you always made when we you teenagers, the one with the dried raisins.

"We could shove unnecessary information down our children’s throats at dinner just so they could have interesting stuff to tell everyone else and seem like annoying know-it-alls. We could embarrass them in front of their boyfriends and girlfriends and discuss the birds and bees with them when they’re old enough. We could save money for our kids to go to college and we could cry in each other’s arms when they leave. We could retire together and start traveling through Europe. We could see the Colosseum and eat pizza in Rome, we could walk along the Seine in the middle of the night in Paris, we could share those delicious Belgian waffles in Brussels at the Grand Place. We could go to Spain and see Seville where you’ve always wanted to go. We could make love on the Greek beaches under the stars, we could see everything you’ve always wanted to see.

"We could grow old together, I could walk our daughters’ down the aisle and you could straighten our boy’s tie on his wedding day. We could celebrate our 30th anniversary having grown old together, and we could watch our kids have children of their own. We could have this life together Y/N, we could.”

Stiles had just talked uninterrupted for the past three minutes and he hadn’t even realized that his eyes had started welling up, his lips curled into a loving smile. Y/N’s mouth was agape and fat tears rolled down her cheeks as he finished his earnest monologue.

“Y/N?” he asked, suddenly unsure of his previous words. She slowly wiped her tears and suddenly flashed him an emotional smile.

“Could we have a dog too? Maybe call him Bailey?

Stiles beamed and threw his arms around Y/N, pushing her against the bed and covering her body with his, placing excited kisses all over her face, neck and chest. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” he whispered over and over again against her soft skin and she smiled widely, feeling his dishevelled hair with her gentle fingers as he did.

Hours had passed and it was 1 am. Y/N and Stiles had cleaned up his apartment completely, throwing the last of the trash in the black plastic bags stacked next to the front door. The pizza boxes had been placed inside the trash bags as well and all had been sealed shut. The laundry had been assembled and placed inside the small washing machine in the bathroom. Stiles had thrown out the perished goods from his fridge, including the beer cans and Y/N had started to wipe the kitchen counter when he pressed himself against her and placed light kisses along the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned quietly and slightly turned her head in his direction, letting him kiss her fully on the lips this time. The warmth between them was comfortable and passionate all at once. One of her hands was in his hair again, delicately scratching his scalp and scruff and his nails were slowly digging into her soft flesh as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other against the counter and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. After a while, they reluctantly let go of each other and sat down on the couch in the living room in front of the tv where they popped in a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” asked Y/N smiling up at him.

“What do you wanna watch?” he asked her mischievously.

“I’m not sure it’s really that important considering I’m probably not going to watch it anyway.”

He raised his eyebrows and grinned smugly as he bent down to kiss her again when her whisper stopped him.

“What movie Stiles?” He groaned and shrugged.

“Star Wars.”

“No!” exclaimed Y/N with a laugh as she straightened her back.

-“Why not?”

-“Because we watch it all the time!”

-“We haven’t watched it in months!”

-“Oh come on, yes we have.”

“No, we haven’t, we haven’t had movie night since you got engaged.” Stiles regretted the words he had said the second he said them and he shut her eyes letting his head fall.

“I’m sorry I shouldn-”

“-where’s my phone?” she cut him off, suddenly looking everywhere but him.

“Y/N-…”

“-where’s my phone?” Y/N seemed to ask herself as she got up and started looking around the room.

“Why do you need your phone?” he inquired with a hoarse voice, afraid of already knowing the answer.

She ignored his question and bent down, grabbing her phone from the floor right underneath the coffee table.

“9 missed calls,” she mumbled to herself, the previous smile completely erased from her beautiful face.

“Y/N…”

“He called me, Alec called me nine times and I didn’t answer. He sent me texts too. And he left me two voicemails as well.”

“Y/N, remember our plans? Remember the waffles and the beaches in Greece?”

“I have Alec,” Y/N muttered, her eyes gazing into nothing as she started to wake up from the dream she’d been living in for the last few hours.

“Hey, you have me, okay? We can start all over, we were gonna go to New York remember?” Stiles said, starting to feel panic rise in his chest as he got up and walked towards her. She finally looked at him and her eyes welled up.

“Stiles, I can’t. I’m engaged. All those things, I’m supposed to be doing them with Alec.”

“You’re not supposed to do anything. Hey, stop it,” he told her, placing a hand on her cheek as he noticed the salty droplets of water leave the confines of her eyes. She immediately jerked away and pain erupted in his abdomen.

-“Y/N…”

-“I can’t just give up on him, I can’t break my promises to him on impulse like this.”

-“Yes, yes you can, come on Y/N, he deserves someone who loves him back.”

-“I do though, I love him. Otherwise, I never would’ve said yes when he asked me to marry me…”

“You don’t love him, not like you love me.” Stiles was getting desperate, his sight started to blur as tears filled his eyes.

-“Stiles, I can’t do this.”

-“Please, stop, breathe, we were fine a minute ago.”

-“It wasn’t real.”

“What?” he asked harshly.

“It wasn’t real, Stiles, real life is not in fucking La La Land, okay we have people who depend on us, our families, our pack, I have a fiancé-…”

“-a fiancé you just fucking cheated on!” he exclaimed, not even bothering to hold back the tears as he did.

“Y/N please stop this. Don’t go back to him, stay with me,” he pleaded with his shredded voice.

“I’m sorry Stiles…” Y/N choked out, shaking her head as she started to step backwards.

Stiles reached out and tried to grab her hand but she didn’t let him and lunged for her purse in what seemed like under a second.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

“Hey stop! What about tonight, what about us? What about what we said?” Stiles cried out, the vein in his forehead popping out furiously with every harsh beat of his heart. Tears were streaming down his face when Y/N’s back hit the front door.

“It was wrong of me,” she muttered, regret clouding her voice.

“We said we’d have forever,” the devastated man said with a broken voice, ignoring her last remark. He approached her slowly, his humid eyes burning into her own before crashing his lips onto hers. She moaned loudly and tugged at his sweater being rewarded with a whimper as he tried to desperately hold on to her. The kiss was wet this time and it was bittersweet, as it marked the end of their beautiful fantasy.

“Forever can only last for one night,” she answered sweetly before pushing him off of her trembling body and exiting his home.

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Office Flowers

Summary: A highschool student gets lost in the big scary Rose Towers, and has to talk his way through a misunderstanding that landed him a job.

But that’s not really important and there’s no reason to think too hard, it’s just most of the Rose characters in an Office AU for fun and not serious drama! Was an experiment with a genderbent Ty so apologies if the pronouns get mixed up a bit.

How did Ty end up in the Rose Corporation’s main lobby? Why was he hiding behind the couches in the sitting area with only his briefs to uphold is honor? That’s not important. This was a school day, there was no time for thinking about something stupid like that.

His life hinged on streaking as fast as he could during peak morning hours and diving into the nearest taxi without anyone snapping a pic of his face.

“Come on, come on.” Ty gritted his teeth, waiting for the sea of uniformed office workers to part. Oh god, security was already patrolling the doors, probably armed to the teeth with tasers. Nah, the lobby was built in front of the main skyscraper with a ceiling made of glass and shaped like a dang rose. They probably had taser batons.

It was over.

“Pssst!”

Or not.

“Hi there,” A kind face was leaning over the back of the couch, dropping his winter coat over Ty’s shoulders. “Crazy part last night, right?”

“Mmhmm, I didn’t make it home.” Ty made a sheepish smile at his savior.

“Well, no need to go,” The guy smiled back, putting the brakes on the hope spot and Ty’s poor heart. “I have an extra suit in my car. Let me get it for you!”

The swell guy was named Sam, and he told Ty that there was no need to “Ty” the tie while winking a lot.

“Before I got the job, I practiced with a tie for hours,” Sam was comparing two identical blue ties to see which fit Ty’s neck better. It took slightly less time than brushing Ty’s hair and apologizing over how his clothes hugged Ty too tight. “It’s a real shame only having to fix one every morning.”

“Cute.” Ty teased, flustering Sam into a sweet shade of pink.

“W-wow, thanks,” Sam stammered, deftly tying the Ty around his neck and smoothing out his white collar. “I usually get coffee splashed when I mention that.”

“Is that why you have an extra suit ready?” Ty asked, following Sam out of the lobby bathroom. He was nice but as soon as he was at his desk, Ty had to bounce. Hopefully, he could gently break into Sam’s car and return the suit the next day.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind ironing two sets of clothes,” Sam began leading Ty to the elevators, melding into the throng of employees. “So, which department do you work for?”

“You tell me,” Ty glanced at a huge TV hanging from the ceiling, spouting the Rose’s motto; “Helping you helping yourself.” What the hell did that mean? “C-cause I’m a new hire! I’m barely even sure what we do here.” He said quickly, noticing Sam pale.

Eyes darting from one end of the lobby to the other, Sam whispered “But not a cop, right?”

Yikes.

“You know, I love working here! We get along really well! Haha wow, so much harmony, we’re practically a temple.” Sam forced a loud laugh as they passed the security desk and no further.

An entire wall of meat decked out in more Velcro lined armor than an actual cop blocked the pair’s way, tapping a very large baton on the palm of his huge hand.

“Chief of Security Sofist!” Sam exclaimed, shoulders high and shivering.

“Welcome to the Rose Towers,” Sofist leaned down towards them both. “You know why I’m saying that?”

“Because your largest muscle is your heart?” Ty smirked, grabbing Sam’s arm and started to circumvent the behemoth.

“Don’t be smart. Smart is evil!” He turned, stopping them with a jagged glare. “I’ve never seen your face before, and I have every spindly spectacle on file. Why don’t you step behind the desk and we can have a chat?”

Ty would have kept being smart but Sam was shoved into him and another suit just had to walk in between them and Sofist.

“Keep up the good work, hill-billy.” Theano sneered, tossing a plastic cup of coffee over his shoulder and it landed, overturned on Sofist’s head like a party hat.

The coffee on his face evaporated instantly as Sofist’s face went red with rage. Leaping over the security desk, Bradley hugged Sofist by the waist and dug his heels into the floor with all his might to keep the bull from charging.

“No, not Theano! Remember last time!” Bradley hissed desperately, just about elbowed in the head by Sofists’ flailing arms. “Akanthus is over there! Calm down!”

Looking over to where Bradley was staring, Ty saw Akanthus standing ten twenty feet away. Running his hand over the front of his helmet, he made a beleaguered sigh and returned to his morning routine without another word.

“Time to go!” Ty slung an arm around Sam’s shoulder and hurried him to the elevators while Sofist was too busy blinded by red.

Stuffing themselves into a packed elevator, Ty watched Sam jab the button to the fourth floor when the other passengers were headed to level fifty and over.

“Which is your stop?” Sam asked.

“Er, I’m not sure. I’m the new hire, remember?” Ty struggled to come up with a generic office job and ignored the sound of rolling eyes from the rest of the peanut gallery. “Uuu the new secretary!”

A collective gasp filled the cramped elevator and suddenly, Ty’s new co-workers were pressing themselves against the walls to give him more space.

“Really? Oh my god! And you don’t know where you’re supposed to go?” Sam exclaimed, jabbing the button to the top most floor. “Don’t worry, Ty! I got you!”

They weren’t even past the first floor and Ty was feeling a fatal case of vertigo.

By the time the elevator was nearing the top, the rest of the occupants had filed out and Sam had changed Ty’s soft blue tie to a serious navy.

“I can’t believe this, my clothes! On the CEO’s secretary,” Sam hummed, fussing over a clip he fastened to Ty’s suit cuff. “No wonder you’re so out of it. You must have partied real hard when you heard you landed the job.”

“It was amazing,” Ty was sweating, wondering if he could punch the emergency breaks without getting arrested later. Thank god for Sam letting him borrow his vanilla deodorant. “So weird, huh? How we didn’t run into each other during the party?”

“Ehem,” Sam lowered his voice. “I didn’t actually go, they would have thrown me in the dumpster if I did.”

Distracted by Sam’s sad confession, Ty nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell rang for floor ninety-nine.

“This is so exciting.” Sam ushered Ty out of the elevator to the receptionist’ desk. Behind him was a long hall lined with rooms fitted with wall-sized frosted windows. At the very end was nothing but plaster and detailed blue wallpaper framing a polished black wooden door, all business.

“This is Ty,” Sam patted his shoulder, smiling at the receptionist with the very familiar red hair. “They were just hired as the CEO’s Secretary.”

Amadeus fingers hovered over his computer’s keyboard, glancing between Ty’s blood-drained cheeks and a photo of his daughter next to the papermache vase she made.

“You’re thirty minutes early,” He steepled his fingers and leaned back in the expensive, posture-righting office chair. “Good, Jaania will be happy to see you.”

His mercy was torture, and Ty forced a grateful grin and a bow of his head, wishing Amadeus would lop it off and end it all.

“Good luck!” Sam gave Ty a hug, upgrading their relationship to best friends on the spot, and gently pushed him towards the execution chamber.

With nervous eels writhing in his stomach, Ty steadily walked by the rooms of the Rose’s elite until he had his hand on a silver knob.

“Hope you can still make it to babysitting tomorrow night.” Amadeus called after them.

“Juggling babysitting too? Wow!” Sam gasped, and Ty squeezed his eyes shut, heading on through.

He practically stepped into the fourth dimension; the room was a vacuum that devoured all sound in its sterile white walls and black marble floor. The CEO’s desk was made of a warm brown wood that felt alien in its surroundings, on top of a fluffy white rug the decorator must have had a lot of fun with. Behind the desk was a wall made of glass, overlooking the tops of the low hanging louds and the endless blue that melded with the CEO’s hair.

Ty would have heard his own heart trying to escape the situation if it weren’t for the CEO’s typing echoing in the barren office.

Staring for what could have been either a minute or thirty years, Ty’s mouth opened and closed, with nothing coming out of it.

Jaania didn’t care.

“G’morning!” Ty managed, hand halfway up to giving Miss. Miss-Me a salute and then thinking better of it. “Sir Ma’am Jaania? I’m the new secretary you hired.”

Jaania still didn’t care.

Tap tap tapping against her white keyboard, she kept her eyes trained on the computer screen for another eternity, like she was waiting for Ty’s sweat to pool on her fancy floor.

“I don’t time for this.” Jaania finally spoke, grabbing a clipboard and holding it out to her left.

Scurrying like he would get shot for letting Jaania’s arm hang there for more than a moment, Ty took the clipboard and held in his panting.

“The convention is less than two weeks away and we need more partners, but I need more time for better things to do.”

Having no idea about any of what Jaania was saying, Ty nodded his head, making mhmm noises. He flipped through the papers on the clipboard and was further confused.

“My last personal secretary set up a meeting with the head of Sandsea Silks in—“She checked her silver wristwatch. “—two minutes, and was fired too late,” Jaania continued to type five pages per minute. “I can’t be there and if you can get them to sign, consider your trial period over.”

“Wh—“

“Two rooms down on the right,” Jaania snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. “Go.”

Barely stopping himself from swearing and getting thrown out the building then and there, Ty scurried out of the stifling room and back into the scary hall.

Here it was, the perfect time to escape!

“This way.” Amadeus was waiting for him, holding the door open to certain Doom.

It would have been nice to have a grenade hiding in his mouth but Ty, facing down and old ‘friend,’ winked and patted his clipboard twice.

Not moved in the slightest, Amadeus slammed the door shut between Ty when he shuffled into the long conference room.

At the end of the glass table, a man with a black comb over and spectacles the size of thumbnails sat reading documents on his tablet. He glanced up at Ty with dull eyes, expecting a boy a third his age to breathe some life into him.

By his polished shoes was a briefcase that would do well as a blunt weapon. For a long while, Ty estimated how hard he’d need to hit, how fast the person watching the security feed would run, and if he could survive a seventy-story fall.

Then, the man rubbed the dark bags under his gray eyes. It made Ty consider the rest of him.

For a meeting with the Rose’s head and their secretary, you’d think it would be someone just as important with their own secretary and maybe a team of lawyers to supervise the exchange.

Unless, they thought they were more important than they were.

“Are you the secretary?”

“Hmm yes. It will only be me today,” The man said, placing the briefcase on the table and opening it to reveal and ungodly stack of papers stuffed inside. Despite that, he spoke like he was going to go through the motions until they reached ‘no.’ “Can we begin?”

That was a lot of paperwork, which meant this guy knew enough to run things without his boss.

Ready to make one huge gamble, Ty walked over and shoved the briefcase to the carpet.

“Excuse me?” Comb-over was about to stand among his fluttering papers but Ty shoved him back into his seat.

“Do you think you can do your employer’s job?” Ty questioned. He took out his wallet, which was no longer warmed in his briefs thank-you-very-much-Sam, and threw a few styled calling cards on the table in front of his client.

“What is the meaning of this?” He demanded, losing his tablet to Ty’s gloved hands, no longer warmed by his briefs either. Laugh at that as much as you like, they were still black and Comb-over stopped breathing at the sight. The array of business cards made him give a sharp gasp.

“Let me rephrase that. Do you think you can do a better job than your employer?” Ty asked, bringing up a few news articles for Comb-over’s perusal. “Better yet, if they were gone, are you the only one who knows enough to keep Sandsea Silks running?”

Pressing his lips together, Comb-over gripped the arms of his chair and thought hard.

“I would say so.”

“For an easy slide into the position, nothing on your hands and no prints on the net, how much would you pay?”

“Um…”

“Guestimate for me,” Ty sat himself on the table, crossing his legs. “Can’t be under three million though.”

“Ten million.” Comb-over hissed, teeth gritted and nails digging drawing blood from his palms.

“Oh shoot, I didn’t think it’d be this e—“ Ty was interrupted by Comb-over’s hands slamming on the table.

“Twenty.”

Obviously, the promotion was worth more than the paycheck. Or maybe, judging by the man’s heaving chest, it was personal.

Not that Ty cared.

Picking up the gold business card, Ty called up the number.

“Hello, Cutesy.” He chimed cheerily the moment his call was taken.

“How did you get this number?” The woman on the other end demanded. “I told you that if I ever saw you again, I’d strangle you with your own spine.”

“Twenty million,” Ty grinned and the threats stopped as he handed the tablet over to let Comb-over see. “Circe did these ones.”

The greedy glint in the man’s eyes grew and he began signing the documents on Ty’s clipboard without reading the fine print.

Sofist and that Akanthus guy were waiting outside.

“There he is!” Sofist stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

“Here I am! The secretary,” Ty stepped forward too, nose just barely touching Sofist’s wide chest. “With all the necessary documents.” He flipped through the papers on his clipboard, letting them cascade with the sweet sound of approval.

All three of them had to make way for Comb-over to march his victory parade to the elevators.

“A pleasure doing business with you!” He grinned, more alive than on the day he was born. Waving good-bye to them, he hummed a joyous tune and Akanthus turned to Sofist.

“Buh!” Was all Sofist could manage before Akanthus returned to his own office.

“Next time, cry wolf when you have one broken under your arm.” He said, slamming the door.

Seething next to Ty’s wolfish grin, Sofist continued to ball use ruefully unused fists and muttered insults under this breath next to Ty’s wolfish grin.

This was it, the grail of youth! The golden ticket snatched out of some other poor sucker’s pauper hands! In a dog eat dog world, Ty had suddenly found himself in a position where he could skip school and skip being thrown on the streets until he was thirty.

If winging it was this easy, then Ty could handle the rest. Just wait till his Baby Belle heard about this!

“Why are you still here?” Akanthus opened the door, the horns on his helmet clipping on the steel frame as Ty and Sofist straightened their postures. Rather than face more shame, Sofist bit down and pushed past Ty, giving him an opening to take something of the Security Head’s. “Secretary Melonie, was it?” Akanthus’ attention fell to Ty. “Jaania is pleased with your work.”

Nice, nice! He’ll deal with Mel when the time comes.

“She expects you to succeed with the rest of the list.” Akanthus finished, closing the door again.

Slapping the clipboard on his thigh, Ty groaned until it became a full snarl and almost tossed the clipboard through Akanthus’ window.

Grumbling, Ty stormed down the hall, passing the receptionist on his way to an elevator.

“See you later, daddio.” Ty tossed his way.

“No.” Amadeus stated, continuing his work.

The long elevator ride had actually cleared Ty’s mind of the useless worries and needless stress. You can’t waste time worrying and doing nothing. At least do something you can handle and get the edge off there.

Besides, that meeting took way longer than Ty thought. Probably the adrenaline making him think a mile a minute but it was already lunch.

“Your mom still pack your lunch, Sam?” One of the security guards shoved Ty’s new best friend to the floor, nearly braining him on the edge of an uncaring bystander’s cubicle. He didn’t have to but the guard stomped on Sam’s lunch and headed back to his patrol.

Glum, Sam made sure his squashed sandwich and orange slices stayed in their plastic baggy and tried to pick himself up.

“Is this why you thought I was a cop?” Ty asked, offering to help him.

“Hey you’re back!” Sam practically jumped to his feet, stopping short of hopping up and down. “How did it go? You’re staying around, right? Thanks for coming by!”

“Yeah, I was waiting for you.” Ty said, seating himself back at the desk next to Sam’s. The desk’s occupant didn’t bother at another attempt to make the CEO’s secretary move. Ty was higher on the ladder than them and he at least sat in a way that let them see the screen.

“Uh…” Sam stared at Ty and his booster seat, a little flustered at Ty wrapping and arm around their shoulder, hugging them snug to the crook of his shoulder.

“No thoughts on the whole cop thing?” Ty woke him back up.

“I actually used to go to highschool with Vince,” He said, sitting down. Ty had to strain to hear him among the ringing phones and beeping photocopy machines. “I was even on the same lacrosse team as him but you know, they didn’t want a twig messing up their games. As you can see—“Sam took the flattened, juice drenched sandwich out of his baggy. “—it didn’t stop when I got sent back to the books. Still, I don’t want to be that guy that causes trouble y’know?” He took a bite of his meal, and it honestly wasn’t horrible. “There might be an investigation, we all have to it down in separate rooms to talk again, lots of stuff that’ll make work harder.” Sam sighed, lighting up a bit when Ty placed a coffee can on his desk.

“Let me take care of that,” Ty said, grabbing the plastic baggy. “Jeez, but it’s bad enough that you think the police would get involved?”

“I’m fine! Really!” Sam protested, not at all convincing. “He doesn’t bother me when I’m at my desk.”

An eraser made an arch over the cubicles and struck Sam in the forehead.

“Ouch!” Sam rubbed the spot, realizing the eraser had been covered in wet black marker, and that he had made a big smudge on his face. “Not usually.”

“Ahuh,” Ty said, taking out the walky he had grabbed off Sofist up on the top floor. “You listening in on this frequency? I know you are and I hope you heard.” He said, shoving the walky back into his pocket. Sam was out of his seat, reaching desperately for it but Ty kept him at bay by pressed a tissue to his forehead. Two birds, one ball.

“Why did you do that?” Sam demanded.

“Why did you show me where I needed to go when you knew it was going to make you late?” Ty asked, patting the top of his booster seat’s head as thanks for telling him. “Friends watch out for each other.”

“But—“

“And I need your help again,” Ty cut him off, already diverting Sam’s attention. “Have a sip of that coffee, you’re going to need to be awake.”

“Oh, okay!” He opened the can and downed half of it as Ty continued to talk.

“Me and the person who hired me had a bit of a falling out. Now, it would have been fine if we never saw each other again but they got something I need,” Ty drummed his fingers on his booster seat’s arm. “I have a list of contacts but no line of contact. Raven over at human relations told me about how the person who hired me, Hansa, stepped down from a top position to help the sprouts grow from the bottom.

“Hansa’s really nice, she has an office with Yasimi in the back,” Sam struggled to swallow the bitter drink. Ty should have gone for the au lait version. “What happened between you two? I’ve never seen her get mad before.”

“Well, when Hansa told me about how there weren’t going to be any problems with me getting hired, I said “as far as I can see!” by accident.” Ty shrugged, pretending to be sheepish.

“Wait,” Sam paused for a moment, really thinking about what that meant before his eyes went wide. “No, she’s not going to be mad about that!”

“But, I’m mad about that! I didn’t even know she was blind. The eye scars looked like a fashion statement to me,” Ty was lying through his pearly whites, professionally dipping into his guilty sigh. “I need to get access to the right channels to talk to our partners but I don’t want to make thinks awkward, y’know?” Leaning back over the arm of the office chair and squishing his booster seat’s mouse hand, Ty did another dramatic sigh. “If only I could sneak in, take a look at what I needed, all without having to have that hard talk. I can’t believe I’m putting my job on the line cause can’t talk right.”

Sam scratched his chin.

“I did need some clarification with some of the files I’m handling,” Sam nodded. “Maybe I could get her out of the room for a bit.”

Ty leaped on to Sam’s lap and the office chair slid down the alley of cubicles.

“You’re the best!” He squished Sam’s cheeks until he began to laugh.

Though Hansa could work just fine without needing to see the screen, her tools all made to fit her needs perfectly, Yasimi was around to catch any bugs that got in the way. She wasn’t about to leave Hansa alone with Sam and his one hundred questions fitted into a single sentence.

The two were leaving their office because Sam couldn’t understand their advice from just words and Ty watched them from behind the corner down the hall.

“Anyone listening in on this frequency? I actually don’t know how these things work.” Ty said into the walkie.

It crackled back “Just me now.”

So the thing with Vince bullying their clients did matter.

“Great, I think we left off on the wrong foot this morning. The stuff with Vince taken aside, I’m thinking you were all hired because of this specific thing I saw on the news last year.”

“Maybe.”

What did Sofist mean by “Maybe,” of course the Rose hired him because of last year’s scary mess.

“Not a lot’s happened in a year. They might need a reminder.”

With that, Ty put the walkie away and spotted his target: an unassuming guy at a desk that jumped every time his computer made a noise.

Blowing up Sam’s plastic baggy, Ty snuck it next to his ear, and slapped his hand down. The loud pop made the little man screech and tore out of his seat.

Some people heard the pop, everyone heard the scream, and everyone jumped to conclusions.

Papers went flying and so did a few keyboards. People stampeded down the aisles of cubicles, trampling each other when they weren’t scrambling under their desks. In less than a second, office workers were banging on the elevator doors, rolling down the stairs, or throwing chairs at the bullet-proof windows.

Ty slunk back to the corner of the hall and let the chaos unfolded.

Three floors below, Bradley swiveled his chair to face Sofist.

“We should clear it up.”

“No,” The edge of Sofist’s mouth angled up ever so slightly. “Let the pencil-pushers get some exercise.”

Peeking around his corner, Ty spotted Sam running towards him and reached out his arm.

“Hurry! I see them coming!” Ty yelled and Sam ran faster. He jumped into Ty’s arms and Vince, who Ty had seen behind him trying to make sense of what was happening, heard the secretary and got his baton out. It sparked with electricity, and he stepped around the corner, swooping down on the nearest movement.

Yasimi caught his wrist just as the alarms and sprinklers went off.

“Why did we stop?” Hansa asked, holding on to Yasimi’s shoulder.

“To get one big idiot fired.” Yasimi hissed as Vince steadily grew smaller.

“Hey let’s all calm down now, it was an accident.” Sam tried to soothe the situation and Ty left them to sort it out, slipping past them, and stealing Vince’s handcuffs on his way towards Hansa’s office.

Good news, there weren’t any sprinklers in her office. A safety violation for sure but Ty hadn’t counted on someone getting worked up enough to pull the fire alarm.

Bad news, even in a state of emergency, Hansa had taken the care to sign out of her computer.

“Are you kidding?” Ty tugged on his hair.

“Let me take care of that.” A nice lady with long black hair slick from the sprinkler water, dressed in a gray pencil skirt she quite hated, nudged beside Ty and began typing in the password.

The sign in screen gave way to rows of shortcuts and the lady jabbed a USB into the port, quickly taking what she needed.

“Mind opening this one?” Ty pointed to a folder holding the list of names he needed.

“Depends on who’s asking.” The lady glanced at him.

“I’m Ty, I don’t plan to be here for more than a few years. Definitely don’t plan to remember this.”

“I’m Melonie, I don’t plan to be here in the next five minutes.” Melonie, if that was her real name, opened the folder for Ty.

“Nice meeting you, and thanks for the help.” Ty grabbed the papers that were spat out of the printer.

“Same.” Melonie said, taking her USB and sprinting out of the room, and out of sight.

On the phone in an office, his office actually, Ty chatted up an old friend while Sam toweled himself off across from his desk.

“That’s fourteen out of seventeen names we can hit,” Ty and his buddy laughed over the shared realization. “But nah, I won’t bother you with all of them. You still need business and I only need one of them to make a big enough contribution and get the other shaking.”

“He needed a break from that lady anyways,” The other guy laughed. “The appointment’s for seven o’clock so I suggest you take the car I’m sending you in ten minutes.”

Holding his hand over the receiver, Ty glanced at Sam wringing out his white dress shirt. There was an ink stain on the edges he stuffed into his pants when he had the shirt on. Embarrassed, he smiled back at Ty.

“Sam’s going to do great, I promise. See you.” Ty hung up and heard a knocking on his door.

“I’ll get that,” Sam got up and opened the door to Amadeus who stared at him with stone dead eyes. “Is that for Ty?” He noticed the fancy suit on the clothes hanger Amadeus had dangling from his outstretched arm.

“Baby Belle’s fast!” Ty exclaimed, waving at Amadeus. The man threw the clothes into Sam’s face and slammed the door on him. “And those are for you.”

“I can’t accept these!” Sam marveled at the gray, on the verge of silver, coat and pants ensemble. “These look like they’re worth three times my rent.”

“Belle’s going to be so happy you said that but if you won’t take that as a gift from a friend to a friend, can you accept them as a way to get this super important job done?” Ty clapped his hands together, batting his eyelashes pleadingly at Sam.

Pressing his lips together, Sam wrinkled his nose and struggled to piece the puzzle.

“Are you sending me to meet those super important people on your list?” His breathing sped and he fell back into his chair. “I’m just a regular guy! I’m going to let you down!”

“Uh-uh, you’re going to take the sedan down from to their estate, ring their doorbell, and smile at the lady expecting you,” Ty leaned over his desk and pinched his cheek. “You know how confident I am in you? I’m not even going to tell you what you’re supposed to be doing there. You’re going to be yourself and it’s going to be the best.”

“What?” Sam’s head almost exploded.

“My buddy’s waiting for you downstairs and he’ll take care of you from there.” Ty grinned, tapping a tune on his lap.

“H-how much time do I have to pull myself together?” Sam stammered, rubbing his straining neck.

“Oh, five.”

“Five?” Same blinked.

“Four.”

Positively giggling, Ty chased after Sam on his office chair as he charging down the hall with his new suit. Diving into the elevator, Sam started praying and watched his new friend wave him off.

“You hear that, Amy?” The elevator bell rang as Ty turned to the receptionist, who did his best to keep eye-contact to a bare minimum. “That’s the sound of me and you about to share lunch breaks until you retire.”

Non-plussed, Amadeus dialed a number into his phone and the landline in Ty’s office started to ring. It rang until Amadeus was greeted by voicemail.

“Do you have any idea of what your job entails?” Amadeus asked the voicemail. “Without any softhearts like that Neron character helping you, I’ll be happy to see your bloated corpse floating in the water.”

Ty gasped, eyes shining.

“You do care, Amy.” He blew a kiss towards Amadeus and slid back to his office in search of Neron’s phone number, leaving Amy to grieve over his new circumstances.

Sitting cushy in his seat, Ty read over the notes Neron had been kind enough to jot up for him.

“I would be more upset if I didn’t think whoever wanted to work directly under Jaania would be less honest than a stranger that sneaked into the building.” Neron had said, promising more to come tomorrow.

“So if you don’t want us to press assault charges against your family, and let the facts in the civil case leak to the press, I’ll be expecting that big donation come tomorrow,” Ty talked on his phone, happy with good news for once. “Don’t forget to convince all your friends what a good business decision it is to invest in the Rose!”

Hearing thundering footsteps approach his door, Ty hung up and waited.

“AAAAAAAAH!” Sam burst into the office, looking like he got mauled by a pack of dogs without teeth. His suit was disheveled and torn in places that would get him arrested on the street.

He looked to the desk and yelled again.

“Akanthus, Sir! Am I in the wrong office?” Sam coughed, trying to rub the lipstick stains off his neck and cheeks.

“No, he just needed to use my computer.” Ty scuttled over on his office chair, giving Sam a big hug while minding the bit marks on his tummy.

“W-why?” Sam scratched his messy hair, still way out of it.

Jaania’s second had dozed for a moment, and his helmet had smashed his computer. Was he going to call IT and get it fixed? That meant letting Zadd up here.

“Akanthus, sir?” Sam stammered, but Akanthus said nothing, pouring coffee directly into the opening in his helmet.

“Look at you.” Ty opened Sam’s shirt when he noticed a bit of marker peeking out from his collar.

“What happened? What did they write on me?” Sam frantically scratched at his clothes.

“You got the wife’s number and the daughter’s, woof!” Ty patted his back. “Congratulations, Sam! Your love life is now the healthiest in the building.”

They thought Akanthus snorted at that but didn’t know for sure.

“How about you and me grab a few bottles Friday night, and pop them on a job well done?” Ty winked, tracing a heart around the phone numbers. “I’ll call my girlfriend and you can bring your new friends too.”

“Secretary Melonie?” Akanthus spoke, shocking Sam out of his fifth emotional crisis of the day. He glanced at Ty quizzically.

“Ty is short for Melonie.” Ty shrugged and Akanthus didn’t bother looking up from his work.

“If you’re done wasting time, get to preparing the event. Catering, decoration, stay-at-home parent things, it doesn’t matter. Jaania should have sent you the details along with and a query to which of you account to link to the payroll.”

“Would that be by email?” Ty hesitated, gripping Sam by his lapels tightly. “I didn’t happen to get new any mail.”

“Any contact information errors should be seen to immediately, though I doubt this was a mistake on Jaania’s part.”

“Why her?” Ty chanced.

“Jaania handles her assistant’s information personally.”

Dear lord.

No! No, it was still fine! Did Jaania look at Ty when he was in her office? Nah, she and Cosplay King sitting at his desk were too busy secretly funding overseas criminal syndicates.

There was still time to fix this!

“Hang tight, Sam. I’ll be right back. Just need to head to the bathroom.” Ty left for Jaania’s office, knowing she was in a meeting because he was the Secretary.

Sam winced at the door closing behind Ty, too afraid to turn around.

“Why does it smell like candles and olive oil in here?” Akanthus tsked as Sam quickly wiped the remains off his skin.

Already at the door to Jaania’s office, Ty was ready to get into her computer and change all of Melonie’s contact information, banking info, and resume to his own. Miss. Miss Me would think she had hallucinated the entire mix up before Ty got several years in jail for identity fraud.

Evidently, Ty wasn’t the only one prying at Jaania’s schedule for nefarious reasons.

“Who the hell are you?” Ty gaped at the man snooping through Jaania’s computer, her spare glasses resting on his nose. “Wait a minute, aren’t you that Theano guy?”

Rolling with his mistake, Theano sat back in the CEO’s chair and leaned his elbows on the arms.

“That’s CEO Theano to you.” He pointed a pen at Ty.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this.” Ty grabbed the back of the office chair Theano had stolen and shoved it towards the nearest door.

“That’s a closet! Don’t you dare--” Shoving the pompous man into the closet stuffed full of designer coats Jaania probably wore when she stepped on her enemies, Ty used the stolen cuffs to tangle around the closet’s handles.

“Welcome back, Jaania!” Ty pretended Miss. Miss Me had returned and it worked like a charm. Theano clammed up and Ty sprinted back out the hall to get another chair.

Changing the info could be done during the next meeting. Jaania returning and not finding her chair was missing sounded like an immediate slight that would get Ty tossed out the window, one limb at a time. Any slight, really.

“Thanks, Amy!” Ty grabbed Amadeus’ chair right as he was about to sit down. The man went legs up and Ty was so sad he couldn’t stick around to laugh, even if it meant also getting tossed out of the window, one limb at a time.

He rode the chair all the way back into Jaania’s office, slid it behind her desk, and Jaania leaned over the backrest.

“Take a seat, won’t you?” The CEO motioned to the chair, which might as well have been electric, on the other side of her desk.

His entire upper body drained of blood, Ty quietly stepped around the desk and slumped in the stiff wooden grave.

“Perhaps I should say that my employees are all idiots who can’t see a screaming lie when it’s dancing in front of their noses,” Jaania said, sitting in her new chair and deciding she quite liked it. Behind Ty’s head, the CEO saw Amadeus dejectedly close the door to her office. “But they aren’t idiots. Not all of them.”

Saying nothing, not even breathing, Ty cradled his head in his hands.

“With our partners secured for sponsoring the convention, I suppose this entire debacle wasn’t a loss.” Jaania reached for her phone and the sounds of her finger dialing up a number made Ty deaf.

Time stretched painfully on as Ty wondered how much his parents were going to laugh at him when he used his one phone call from his new cell. He wondered how hard Belle was going to dump him and how loudly she would say that she hated him. Maybe he should punch out his ear drums in advance.

“I’d like to enquire about the work experience program at your institution. I understand that he’s in his senior year?” Jaania’s words suddenly broke through Ty’s despaired stupor. “Weekdays after school from four to two should suffice.”

“As in four in the afternoon to two in the morning?” Ty raised his head and Jaania covered the receiver.

“Would you rather I call the authorities?”

Fair.

Once the arrangements were finalized, Jaania considered Ty like a lion considered a hogtied gazelle.

“If I let you go, I lose a potential for a better than average handler of my mundane affairs. You, on the other hand, won’t leave the building. Do we have an understanding?”

Swallowing, Ty nodded.

“What’s next on my schedule?” Jaania asked.

“The last secretary made this appointment with Amityvale Pharmaceuticals, starting in ten minutes.”

“Your advice?”

Letting out a deep breath, Ty said “Don’t waste energy growing flowers on graves.”

Seeing that her glasses were missing, Jaania opted for white-framed sunglasses.

“I’ll be skipping to visiting the labs. Get the necessary documents on the shelf and follow me there.” Standing, Jaania’s heels clicked on the marble as she headed out to the hall. The moment Ty was able to breathe again, he did five laps around the room.

Whistling a jaunty tune, he grabbed the files from their respective boxes, and listened to the banging coming from inside the closet.

“I don’t have the keys, but since I’m having such a charitable day, I’ll tell security you had an accident and handcuffed the closet shut behind you. I’m sure they saw you on their cameras.”

“When security finds me, I’ll—“Theano paused. “Right. Security.”

With that taken care of, Ty thought of the opportunities. So many of them! Ones in the building, and the ones Melonie probably had waiting for him too. Sure, a lot of them could hit literal dead ends, but Ty could keep walking.

“Sam!” He called to his waiting friend, stepping out of the office and into the garden.

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