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sinsiriuslyemo · 6 years

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Good morning guys!! Here is episode 3!! What are we thinking of the new season thus far?

EPISODE 3

Eddie didn't like coming into the club often, the loud thumping music and dim lighting mixed with intoxicated middle-aged men who threw dollar bills at the younger females twirling around the poles always felt a little seedy to him. It was a lifestyle he never really understood, but he couldn’t deny it was an honest living, at least to unsuspecting eyes. None of that mattered when it came down to family though. Eddie didn't care what Nevada did, he cared that Nevada loved him. And ever after all these years Nevada was one of the first people he wanted to talk to when he needed help.

He knocked on the door to Nevada's office and when it opened, Omar came walking out with Jose, both men greeting Eddie as they passed by. He could see Nevada sitting at his desk, waving him inside, and Eddie crossed the threshold, closing the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” Nevada asked, setting some papers aside.

“I was wondering if you and I could get lunch? I need some advice,” he said softly, smiling at his uncle. He had looked much more like himself since going in therapy, it seemed to be paying off for him.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Nevada replied. “Let me just pop in to tell Chibby something, and then we can go, si?”

Eddie nodded as Nevada stood up, walking to the room next door and opening it to speak to his IT guy before he came back out.

“Where do you wanna go?” Nevada asked as he walked with his nephew out of the club.

Eddie thought for a moment, bobbing his shoulders as they got into Nevada’s SUV. “Can we go grab some pizza? Maybe hang out on the rooftop and talk?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Nevada replied.

They drove down the street to the pizza shop for a large pie and some sodas before getting back into the SUV and driving to the rooftop. Once they got to the top of the apartment building, Nevada looked over at him as he opened the pizza box.

“Everything okay?” he asked, handing Eddie a slice and a soda.

“Yeah, I just...I’m having a hard time with school. I guess I'm just getting frustrated,” Eddie replied. “Things come so easily to Greyson. They used to come easy to me too but...lately every class is killing me.”

“Why do you think?” Nevada asked, taking a slice of pizza, which he folded in have before he bit off a piece.

“I dunno. I don't think I suddenly got stupid. The teachers are helping me as much as they can but I feel stuck. The work is just piling up,” Eddie said with a bob of his shoulders. “I just don't really know what to do. You and Tia are paying so much to put me through school, I don't want to let you down.”

“As long as you’re trying and doing your best, you won’t ever let us down,” Nevada replied. “How many classes are you taking?”

“Just six this semester, I used to take eight, but I wasn't sleeping then.”

“Six is a lot. That’s way more than full time. Ever think about just doing like three or four?” Nevada asked. “Even one or two? It’ll take longer, pero those credits add up before you know it.”

“Then I won't graduate early,” Eddie said with furrowed brows.

“So? What are you in such a hurry for?”

“I want to graduate and find a job. When I earn some money I can pay you guys back, get my own place with Greyson.”

“Don’t worry about paying us back, you don't have to pay us back. You don’t have to graduate early for us to be proud of you,” Nevada said. “You’re putting way too much pressure on yourself, mijo.”

Eddie smiled at Nevada and let out a shaky breath. “I just want to make everyone happy. I know I can't do that, but I want to try.”

The corner of Nevada’s lips quirked upward as he nodded. “You gotta make yourself happy. At the end of the day if you’re not happy with yourself, you won’t be happy at all. And if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Eddie snorted a laugh. “Cheesy,” he said with a smirk. “But thank you, I'm glad I talked to you tio.”

“Yeah, me too...last thing this family needs is for you to get so stressed that you go on a killing spree,” Nevada replied.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “We all know I'm not the one in the family that would snap. Fi is going to kill you and Tia and eat you both one day, I'm almost positive.”

“You’re the one with the diagnosis, mi hermano. Don’t think tia didn’t do research on what your therapist said,” Nevada replied. “Stress can be a trigger for your PTSD, which can trigger the MAOA whatever the hell.”

“You know she brought over hot chocolate packets for me and Greyson the other day?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Nevada asked.

“Tia. She can be such a mom.”

“She is a mom, bobo,” Nevada replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, she's a good one,” Eddie replied, smiling. “I'm glad she was around. You know having someone that was like a mom, it was cool. She's more of a mom than my real mami ever was.”

“Yeah, I know,” Nevada mumbled softly. “She loves you a lot.”

“And I love her, and you,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Love you too,” Nevada replied, ruffling Eddie’s hair.

Rafael had just finished reorganizing his home office and walked into the kitchen for a bottle of water. He’d been thinking about going to the DA’s office to talk to Jack McCoy himself seeing as how he still hadn’t heard about his job or whether he even still had one. It had already been a few days since Carisi told him that all the evidence against him had been disproved, he should’ve heard something by now.

As he drank from his bottle of water and contemplated what to do next with his suddenly free schedule, Roxie moved out of the bedroom with a yawn and draped herself over his form.

“Something wrong? You're making a stink face,” she whispered with a kiss to his forehead.

He snorted as he put an arm around her waist. “I am not making a stink face,” he replied with a chuckle. “How was your nap?”

“It was not restful,” she said with a tired sigh. “How was reorganizing?”

“Fine, done. Everything it’s proper place. Your naps are always terrible, why is that?” he asked, knitting his brows.

“Tossing and turning, I've got too much to do to sleep but the baby needs it.”

“Well, the baby isn’t getting it if you aren’t actually sleeping, honey,” he said, rubbing her back. “Have you thought about trying some chamomile tea? It’ll help relax you.”

“Chamomile,” she mused. “Rubbish, I just spend the whole time thinking about the things I should be doing for work.”

“That’s really concerning for me since you’re carrying my baby,” he said as he rubbed her stomach. “You should be getting to sleep if you’re tired or you might...you know, wear yourself out.”

“I know, there's just so much with the bakery, you know?”

“I understand that, but why can’t you delegate to someone who can do some of those things for you like I suggested weeks ago?” he asked, still rubbing her belly. “Honey, you have to take care of yourself and our baby. I would jump in there and do it for you if I could, but I can’t.”

“I know, but I feel okay, this baby feels strong. It is your baby, after all. Workaholic nature is in its blood from both sides. It'll be used to this,” she teased.

“Roxie…” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Do you understand that whatever you’re feeling, the baby is feeling? So all this stress and anxiety, our baby is feeling all of that, and it’s not good for them.”

“Rafael, I'm joking. I'm doing the best I can to relax but relaxing has never been my strong point. I've been listening to those meditation tapes your sister bought me and I think they make my happy place want to punch her for suggesting them.” She sighed. “I'm doing my very best to stay relaxed and not overwork, but this is new for me. My body isn't used to it, but I'm trying.”

Well, you’re not trying hard enough, he wanted to say.

“I know you’re trying, but you not sleeping is really worrying me. A lot,” he said. “Please try the chamomile tea. It’ll help relax you and help you sleep. You don’t have to drink it every day, but just once in a while. Please.”

She nodded slowly. “I'll try it,” she said as she put her hand over his. “I'll do anything for this baby,” she said softly to him, eyes focused on his face. “I'm just...good at working myself up unfortunately.”

“I know you are,” he replied, smirking softly at her. “What do you think about us going on a little stay-cation? For a couple of nights, we can just get a hotel, maybe do a spa or something? Just the two of us.”

She grinned eagerly. “Really? Just us?”

“No, us and half of Manhattan. I thought maybe we could invite the office, too,” he replied, trying to suppress his smirk.

“Wonderful idea, sass the woman carrying your child,” she quipped with a snicker.

“Sorry, pregnancy does not exempt you from sarcasm,” he replied. “I’ll see where I can get us a room for a weekend. We can ask Izzy to stay with Mowgli.” He kissed her lips, then her forehead. “Hey, you know what, I was thinking?”

“What?” she said, humming softly as she leaned in closer to him.

“What if we wait until the baby’s born to find out the gender?” he asked. “What do you think about that?”

She thought for a moment. “Huh, alright…why?” She wasn't against it but she was curious as to why they would wait.

“I dunno, I think it’d be kinda fun to have it be a surprise,” he replied with a bob of his shoulders. “It was just a thought, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I don't mind the idea,” she said with a big yawn.

“See? That’s because you don’t sleep, so not only are you exhausting yourself but we can’t even have a conversation longer than a couple of minutes,” he teased.

“It’s killing our sex life as well,” she replied, closing her eyes and leaning against him.

“Oh, mi amor, our sex life has been dead for a while,” he replied. “Go and sit down, I’ll make you some chamomile.”

Roxie made a displeased face as she went to sit at the table. “Our sex life isn't that bad.”

“Roxie...we haven’t had sex since just after you got pregnant,” he replied, putting some water in a tea kettle before he put it on the stove to heat.

“That’s not--”

“Complete sex. Not sex where you fall asleep in the middle of it,” he replied with a chuckle, pulling a packet of tea from the box Carmen had dropped off the previous week out of the cupboard. “It’s been a while.”

She looked down at the table as her fingers fidgeted with the crumbled corner of a napkin that been leftover from breakfast and frowned; he wasn't wrong.

“It’s okay, honey, I understand,” he said, walking over to where she sat. “That’s why God gave me hands and an imagination,” he teased, kissing her cheek noisily.

“I'm just tired but if you want we can--” she began to offer.

“God, with a seduction like that, how could I resist?” he answered in a laugh as he went back to the kettle when it whistled and poured boiling water into a mug. He dropped in the tea bag and steeped it for her.

Roxie’s bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout as he brought the mug for her and sat down in the seat next to hers.

“Here,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Drink, then we’ll both take a nap together.”

She nodded and sipped the tea with a tired sigh while he took out his phone and checked his emails. Her eyes traveled to her own phone, pulling up the spreadsheet of current sale trends as she studied the numbers, making mental notes on what needed to be changed and how.

Rafael reached over and wordlessly took her phone, shutting it off. He then took the battery out and put it in his pocket.

“Rafael!” She narrowed her eyes and sipped her tea.

“No more work today,” he replied. “I’m not kidding and I know your recipe face, if I see it at all for the rest of the day, I will lock you in our bedroom and turn off the wifi.”

“Who knew carrying a child would bring such joy,” she mumbled sarcastically. “Rafael…” she said softly. “This bakery is what I'm good at. I'm good at running this business and making new food, better treats. This is where I thrive. Since I started, this is all I was good at. What if...motherhood doesn't come as naturally? What if my baby is crying and I can't figure out why? Our child deserves parents who can give it the best life. What if that's not us?”

His face fell, eyes squinting slightly. “What exactly are you saying, Roxie?” He knew it. Why had he let himself feel happy when he knew it was only a matter of time before it would go to shit? “You wanna give the baby up? So that you can run your bakery?”

He couldn’t help but feel bitter. How could she be so concerned over the damn bakery when she was growing a child inside of her? Their child.

She shot him a look of disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about? Rafael, I'm saying I'm scared. I want this baby to have everything, I want to be the perfect mother and I don't know how to do that.”

“Nobody is a perfect mother,” he replied. “Not even mine. She was a great mom, but she was far from perfect, just like everyone else. All we can do is our best.”

“I love this baby so much,” she whispered and sipped her tea again.

He arched a brow, but decided not to comment on something that would surely lead to an argument.

“I do too,” he said instead. “And when the time comes, we’ll figure it out together.” Unless you're too busy, then I guess I’ll figure it out on my own, he thought as he pursed his lips.

It was becoming more and more clear to him that he’d had entirely too much time off. He need to be back at work, where he could spend less time scrutinizing everything around him and focus his paranoia on people who deserved it.

Roxie took a deep breath before she finished her tea. “I'm going to go lay down,” she said softly. “Come with me?”

He nodded and followed her into the bedroom, getting into bed and laying on his back with one arm over his head, staring up at the ceiling.

“I would never give up this baby for a job,” she said softly as she laid down, facing him.

He nodded. “I hope not, because I already love this baby so much and all I want is to be a good father to them. It would...change things between us if you did want to give it up.”

“Do you really think I'm that kind of person?”

“It has nothing to do with what kind of person you are,” he replied, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t judge you for wanting different things than I do. You’re young, you have more time to start a family, but I want this baby. And if that were the case, that you realized your career was more important to you than a family right now, I would understand and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings but it would change things between us.”

“I do want this baby,” she said.

Again he nodded, looking down at her. “Okay. That’s all I need to hear.”

She settled herself against his chest, closing her eyes and trying to quiet the buzzing of her mind. Bringing his arm down, Rafael wrapped it loosely over her waist, fingertips resting against her belly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

Nevada got home later that night and dropped a bluray on the couch, shedding his jacket before he picked up the movie again. He climbed the stairs to Lily’s room and smirked at his little princess from the doorway.

“Oye, princesa, look what I brought for you,” he said, holding up the movie. “You’ve never seen this one, pero it’s got a mermaid in it. You’ll like it.”

Lily looked it over for a moment. “Thank you,” she said softly, her fingers fisted in the bed sheets as she twisted and moved to look back at her tv.

“You wanna stay up and watch it with me and mami?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I don't feel good,” she mumbled. “I wanna go to bed.”

He looked a little disappointed, but still smiled down at her and nodded his head. “Okay,” he said, shifting his weight to set the movie on top of her dresser before he bent and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Lily.”

“Goodnight papi,” she said and laid back, pulling the covers over her head.

“Good night, princesa,” he mumbled, walking out of her room and pulling the door shut. He sighed heavily and went into your bedroom, undressing. He got under the covers and layed on the bed face down. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom and hoped he could avoid another fight with you. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep he could get through the night without you jumping down his throat.

When you finally emerged from the shower you saw him in bed and climbed in beside him, checking to see if he was asleep. “You up?”

No answer.

“Nevada?”

Silence. You sighed, and leaned your face against his back, kissing his skin softly before laying back down.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“Mhm,” he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and sighed softly. “I'll try and work less,” you mumbled against his skin. “I don't want to be roommates.”

“You already said that last night.”

You looked to the ceiling, rolling onto your back. “I said things out of anger last night, I'm sorry.”

He finally moved, turning his head to look back at you. “Why do you always need me to say thank you like you’re doing me a favor or something by being here? You’re always saying how I don’t tell you that I appreciate you, but you never even notice that I show you all the time. It’s annoying.” he said softly. “I don’t need a thank you, I know you guys appreciate me even if you get pissed at me sometimes.”

“It's just exhausting,” you said softly. “I love my life and I love everything I do, it's just frustrating to work all day and then have a pizza break and have you and my daughter shame me like I'm not doing my job. I was exhausted.”

“It wasn’t just one time though, it was two nights in a row. It happened last week, too,” he said. “It’s not that you’re not doing your job, I think you bit off more than you can chew. You don’t have to do all this extra shit with the PTA, the bake sale, the tutoring. You don’t have to do any of that.”

“But I love it,” you said. “I love what I do. Look, I'll try to cut some of it out, I am spreading myself a little thin.”

“A little?!” he asked, looking over at you. “It’s not about you, bro. You don’t think there’s things I wanna do? But I can’t cause it's not about me either. It’s about Lily and NJ and Fi.”

“You're acting like I leave these kids in a hot van all day,” you snapped. “I make sure they each have breakfast, I take them to school then when we're all done I bring them home, I help them with their homework, play with them, read them bedtime stories. I'm sorry they missed their five star meal two days in a row but I never neglect my kids. Not for a second.”

“I didn’t say you did and nobody said anything about five star meals. I don’t know why you always gotta get so damn defensive. I’m coming at you at a four, and you’re swinging with an eight. Take your shit down to a four. I’m not saying you neglect them, but all this shit is starting to affect them. What don’t you get about that?”

You took a deep breath, letting out in a huff. “You're right.”

“I know I’m right,” he replied. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

“I'm gonna drop some of my extracurriculars and--okay you are talking to me like a child.”

“Actually I’m not, pero it doesn’t feel good, huh?” he replied.

“I'm sorry,” you said with a sigh.

“Can I ask you serious question, not trying to be a dick; do you do all this extra shit just so you can tell people, ‘Oh, look at all the shit I do,’ or do you just do it because you got, like, nine arms that you think you can juggle everything at once?” he asked.

“Neither.”

“So what is it?” he asked.

“It's doesn't matter anymore, I'm going to cut back.”

“Of course it matters, why don’t you ever talk to me?” he asked. “We can talk about something without it turning into a fight, but when you pacify me like that, it’s like you don’t wanna fix anything. You just wanna put a bandaid on it to shut me up and do whatever it is you’re gonna do or act like I’m making you do shit.”

“I do it to balance out my guilt for things you or I have done. It helps me, feels a bit like penance.”

“Well, your penance made my kids have to eat fucking pizza two nights in a row. Pizza’s supposed to be a reward, not a last resort,” he replied. “I don’t know why you hold onto all that guilt anyway. It’s not like either one of us can change what already happened.”

“I try to let go,” you said softly, rolling onto your side.

“Obviously not if you feel like you gotta do all this shit to make up for it. Nobody hates you, they all hate me. So just let it go.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. “How are we supposed to fix the roommate thing?” you teased.

“What roommate thing?” he asked softly.

“The sexual dry spell,” you said with a sigh. “It's frankly depressing.”

“Fuck if I know,” he replied with a bob of his shoulders, looking over at you. “What, you wanna fuck right now?”

You shrugged and rolled to your side, looking at him. “I wouldn't be opposed.”

He thought for a moment before he mirrored your shrug. “Yeah, alright.”

You cupped his jaw and leaned in giving him a deep kiss before moving on top of him. His hands fell on your hips as he kissed you back.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“Yeah, me too,” he replied.

You brought your lips back together as you tugged off your pajama top, pressing your body close to his and feeling better for the first time in weeks.

The next day, Izzy and Cleo met up in the park for coffee and decided to sit under an oak tree. They spent most of the morning talking about Cleo’s thoughts about joining the Peace Corps. Izzy tried to be supportive of her friend, but for the first time in a very long time, she had become close with someone without the pressures of a relationship. It felt nice to finally have a girlfriend that was actually just a friend, someone she could talk to about anything. The thought of losing the one friend in her life scared her and saddened her all at once, even if she was appreciative of how enthusiastic Cleo was.

“Where do you think you’ll go?”

“I dunno,” Cleo answered, taking a sip from coffee. “Maybe Simaliya...or Africa?”

“Like in the jungles?” Izzy asked, scrunching her nose.

Cleo giggled as she bobbed her shoulders. “Well, wherever the poor villages are. My dad keeps trying to talk me out it because it’ll be really hard for me to come back and visit while I’m gone for two years.”

“Why?”

“Because the Peace Corps doesn’t pay for travel. You accrue two days off for every month you work, so even if we were rolling in riches, I would still have to wait four or five, maybe even six months before I got enough time off for it to even be worth the trip,” Cleo replied.

“So, what happens after the two years?” Izzy asked.

Cleo shrugged, smiling at her friend. “I come home and either find a job or go to graduate school. Probably the first one though, cause I’ll be broke as hell.”

They both laughed and sipped at their coffee for a moment.

“I applied to more galleries, a few took a look at my portfolio,” Izzy said, looking over at the other girl.

“That’s awesome! Any bites?”

“So far? None,” Izzy replied with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sure something will turn up,” Cleo replied. “You really are talented, someone is bound to scoop you up soon.”

Izzy smiled. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I just feel like, I need a chance. I just need someone to cut me some slack and let me prove myself, you know?”

“That’s what everyone needs at some point in their lives. You’ll get your shot. Just keep working hard and keep trying,” Cleo replied. “How’s work at the restaurant going?”

“It's going really well, I think I'm getting pretty good at not having an attitude with rude customers.”

Her phone buzzed and Izzy set down her coffee as she reached into her pocket. She didn’t immediately recognize the number on the screen, but answered it anyway.

“Isabella Barba,” she chirped. She'd been working lately on answering her phone with phrases other than, “what?” or, “fuck, why do you call me all the time?”

“Ms. Barba, Ben Michaelson from Below Exile Projects. I got your number from a Larissa Hainly? She said you gave her some paintings for a galla she had a couple years back.”

“Yes, I remember Larissa, she had an amazing gallery! What can I do for you Mr. Michaelson?”

“Well, I’m sure you haven’t heard of Below Exile Projects, it’s because we’re just getting ready to launch our gallery in Chelsea and we’re looking for artists who want to maybe provide their work on consignment with us. Is that something you would be interested in?” Ben asked.

Izzy thought for a moment. “I would definitely be interested, but I'm going to need to know a bit more about your gallery.”

“Yeah, of course. Why don’t we meet up for coffee tomorrow, around eleven? Does that work?” he asked.

“Yeah that sounds perfect!” Izzy looked at Cleo and pantomimed a scream, free hand waving frantically in front of her.

“Sounds good. How about we meet on Broadway and 23rd? There’s a cafe right on the corner,” he replied.

“Sure, that sounds great! I'm excited to meet and chat.”

“Me too,” he said. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Yes sir, see you then.” When she ended the call she turned to Cleo with a grin. “A new gallery that’s opening in Chelsea wants my work!”

“See! I told you, if you put positive energy out into the universe, good things happen!” Cleo said, smiling back.

Izzy squealed and tackled Cleo, arms wrapping loosely around her friend’s neck. “I'm so excited!”

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imaginedisneydescendants · 7 years

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*Requested* Reader is being tutored by Doug. However, she gets bored easily so while Doug is explaining something she decides to snatch his glasses and somehow while he's trying to get them back he trips and falls on her and they are both an awkward, blushing mess.

Paring: Reader x Doug

Word count: 1, 614

A/N: I had fun writing this one!

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(Y/N) wasn't the most exceptional at being evil nor was (Y/N) the most feared on the Isle of the Lost. Often looked down upon by your nonbiological mother, Maleficent, mistress of all evil, it still surprised you to this day that Maleficent took you in as one of her own. Maybe she thought that you some potential, but that was just wishful thinking as you ended up meeting her expectations and you were reduced to being compared to your nonbiological, eviller sister, Mal who was older by merely a year and she never let you forget that fact.

You lived in the shadow of the both of them, often ignored or overlooked. However, everything changed when you were sent to Auradon, along with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. Auradon had changed them all in a way they had never expected.

Mal decided that she wanted to be good and found true love with the King of Auradon, out of all people, and she even started being a loving older sister to you; Evie discovered that she didn't have to play dumb in order to gain the approval of a guy, she was smart and was more than a pretty face; Jay found out the true meaning of being a family and that by working as a team they were strong together; Carlos got over his fear of dogs and befriended the campus mutt and stood up to his mother, something he wasn't able to do in his whole life; You proved to yourself that you were strong and had more potential than you let on, even standing up to your 'mother' and calling her out for her horrible treatment towards you and your older sister.

Auradon was amazing; it was the land of opportunity, they could be anything they wanted to be! However, there was always downsides to the idyllic and that downside was homework. You were falling behind in math and Evie suggested that Doug tutor you.

The thought of spending one on one time with Doug made your body feel all warm and tingly; the first time it happened to you it seriously worried you, but when you consulted Mal and Evie of these strange feelings and sensations, they gushed and told you that you had a crush him. You immediately denied their affirmations; no way did you have a crush on the nerd, you had a reputation to uphold and besides, he was a year and a half older than you. He would want to date someone as young and immature as her, would he?

As you walked through the halls of Auradon Prep, on your way Doug’s dormitory, you began to fix your hair, deciding whether you should push it all back or leave it draped over your shoulders. In the end, you chose the latter before you looked down in disgust. Dresses weren't exactly your style but Evie forced you to wear one in the hope that it would impress Doug and secretly you hoped it did too.

Once you reached Doug’s dormitory door, you started to smooth out any wrinkles in your dress to try and look not like a total wreck. It took every ounce of courage to lift your hand up and knock on the door lightly and not a moment too soon, the door swung open to reveal Doug who was in his usual button-down shirt with some ridiculous type of colour scheme and pattern, complete with a matching bowtie.

‘What a nerd,’ You couldn’t help but smile, but you quickly caught it and wiped the smile off your face.

Doug’s words were caught up in his throat as he stared. Never had he seen (Y/N) wear a dress before and thought that you looked cute in it.

“Take a picture, I’ll last longer,” You joked with a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Doug shook his head out of his daydream and cleared his throat. “Oh, hi, (Y/N), is that the time already?” He asked himself out loud before he checked his wristwatch.

“Sure is,” You said simply, trying to sound somewhat cool and calm, despite how nervous you were. A sudden grin spread across your lips before teasing, "You didn’t happen to forget, did you?"

“O-Of course not!” Doug dismissed your response as he scrambled back into his room before he grabbed his learning supplies off his desk. “So, I was thinking about studying in the library,” he suggested as he adjusted his glasses.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded in agreement.

With a small smile, Doug, like the gentleman he was, let you lead the way towards the library.

It had already been two hours into your study session with Doug and so far, you were bored out of your mind. You had given up trying to make sense of the question you were on a long time ago when Doug started explaining it too fast for your liking. You took a deep breath through the mouth before breathing out of your nose as your eyes wandered around the library before they landed on the nerd next to you.

You had to admit to yourself that he was cute, in a sweet and nerdish kind of way. You always found it endearing how he got excited whenever he was explaining to somebody a subject he was really interested in. He was so kind and charming towards you and no matter how cold you treated him, he didn’t seem to mind as his positive attitude kept intact. The more you thought about it, maybe you did have a crush. You weren't too sure as you didn’t really know how real love felt like. On Isle, you grew up to believe that anything above a smirk, a frown or a snicker wasn’t tolerated, so you weren't the sort of person to show your feelings.

‘But you live in Auradon now, things are different here,’ A little voice went off inside of your head. It was true, you were in Auradon now. You didn’t have to hide your feelings anymore but you also didn't want people to think that you’ve gone soft either. While Doug was still going on about your math homework, a lazy smile made its way across your face before you started to poke and prod with the side of Doug's glasses.

Doug noticed instantly as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. "Uh, (Y/N), w-what are you d-doing?" Doug stuttered, raising a curious eyebrow.

You didn't answer him as you tittered lightly before you took his glasses off his face which caused Doug to blush even more. Your world turned blurry as you slipped his glasses on before you snickered "Wow Doug, you should really go to an eye doctor!"

"That's actually how got them," Doug deadpanned before his voice became slightly demanding, "Now please, take them off before you hurt your eyes.”

“Okay fine," You took them off your face and were about to hand them over to Doug when you suddenly pulled your hand back with a small smirk playing on your lips, "But you'll have to catch me first!"

With that, you got up from your seat and went to stand a few feet away from him. Laughing quietly to yourself, you twirled the glasses in your hand all the while teasing him. Doug couldn’t fight the smile that was growing on his lips before he got up and tried to make his way towards your blurry figure.

When Doug got closer to you, he tried to reach for his glasses but you stepped to the side before running as quietly as you could around shelves that were stacked with books. After a couple of minutes of chasing each other around the library, Doug was getting a bit frustrated with you.

“Come on, (Y/N), this isn’t funny anymore!“ Doug hissed as he tried not to be loud as they were in a library while walking around with squinted eyes.

“I dunno, from my point of view it seems pretty funny to me,” You laughed as you rounded another bookshelf and then another one.

You looked back to see if he was coming, but when you didn't see him insight you grinned to yourself and you were about to round another bookshelf when Doug ran right into you, causing the both of you to fall to the ground.

Groaning, you opened your eyes to see that Doug had landed on top of you while you were under him. You and Doug both stared wide-eyed at each other for what seemed like forever before he cleared his, throat about to say something when you cut him off.

“Ew!" You scoffed before pushing him off of you and sat up, trying to fight the blush that was starting to blossom across your cheeks.

Doug was shoved onto the floor next to you before he sat up quickly. “I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N), you came round — I couldn’t see where I was going —” Doug tried to explain rapidly but kept fumbling over his words.

You, wanting to tease him a little more, leaned towards his face as the two of you were nearly nose to nose, and you smirked, “Are you sure you ain't falling for me already, huh, Douglas?”

You didn’t know where the sudden confidence to flirt came from but Doug’s reaction was priceless. His face was as red as a tomato, as he was staring deer eyed at you in complete shock.

"You're such a nerd," You snickered putting his glasses back on for him crookedly, before planting a quick kiss on Doug's cheek, which left him a blushing and stuttering mess.

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A Cat's Curiosity

♦️ fluff, sexy-ish

♦️ member: Taehyung

♦️ warnings: some violence, swears, slightly sexy talk/ moves

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Reader pov:

First day of school, can’t wait…..said nobody ever. I stared at the big building made up of bricks, cement, and shitty air conditioning. How fun. The parking lot was full of diverse students.

“At least you won’t stand out.” I muttered to myself before slamming my car door shut and officially put my big girl pants on. With each step I took, my heart rate spiked with nerves and anxiety ready to comfort me at any given moment. Just breathe had become my new motto as of today.

The school door was pushed open by a small girl with silver hair and freckles scattered across her cheeks. I smiled politely and murmured a small “thank you” as a cool breeze blew my hair out of my face and behind me. My eyes scanned the halls before I felt a tap on my shoulder and without a word the girl pointed toward the office and was gone without a single peep.

I sighed slightly releasing the tension and put my head up and strutted into the office. A nice lady with glasses sat behind the counter and she greeted me kindly.

“How can I help you?”

“Yes um hi I’m y/n and I’m new.” I nervously wrung my fingers together.

“Ah lovely to meet you. Have a seat I’ll have your schedule out in a jiffy!” She exclaimed before bouncing, yes bouncing, into the office behind her. I blinked in surprise before plopping into the seat near the door with my arms and legs crossed. I nervously toyed with my necklace taking a deep breath to calm myself. Just then the door swung open spiking my now calm heart rate back up.

I attempted to look unstartled and turned my head to see two boys and a girl strut into the office confidently. The first boy and girl were obviously a couple with their hands interlocked. The girl was about his shoulder height with bright forest green irises and shoulder length blonde locks. The boy was at least a head taller than her with messy brown hair, and puppy brown irises to compliment. He flashed a smile that gave the sun a run for its money. The second boy was very tall towering over the couple and he was hot. He had dusty purple dyed locks and dark mocha irises and the most kissable lips I’d ever seen.

Both boys were adorned in black pants and leather jackets over top a tee shirt, while the girl wore a pale pink tee tied in a knot to one side, a pair of black leggings, and white running shoes to complete the look. It was an interesting sight for sure. The girl smiled apologetically at me as puppy eyes kissed her head softly. The purple haired boy smirked at his friend, who smacked his arm lightly, and his eyes noticed my form seated. He raised an eyebrow slightly, curious to who I was. We had a stare down before the sweet office lady had come back.

“Found it! Here you go miss y/n. I hope you have a wonderful day! Good luck!” She handed me my schedule with a wide grin and with a bow I was sliding past the now smirking dusty purple haired boy and the couple. I pushed open the heavy office door before quickly darting around the corner to rid of his scrutinizing gaze.

“Was it my hair? My outfit? It’s just a pair of skinny jeans and a slight pale blue crop top and adidas. Oh well I think I look good and nobody is gonna ruin my mood. Now where is my first class- I need a map.” I muttered before I spun on my heel and retraced my steps back into the office.

The girl turned to see me again and she smiled politely. I returned the grin before my eyes scanned the office looking fine a map. My kind of sight was blocked by a hand with a map in hand. I slowly gripped the map in my hand and found relief as my eyes met the forest green of the girl.

“Hi I’m Naomi, your y/n right? I overheard Janet call you that.” She grinned politely.

I nodded my head. “Yeah I am. Nice to meet you Naomi and thanks for the map.

Naomi smiled. “Of course. So you’re the new student huh? I remember when I was the new student it wasn’t pleasant. Anyway what’s your first class? I can show you if you’d like?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” I smiled slightly as she grinned and hooked her arm through mine and led me down the hall toward first period - History. We walked inside and immediately I felt curious stares bore into my skin, but I had no time to register them as Naomi pulled around desks and chairs until she abruptly sat down at the third row table, and yes I counted.

Immediately she pulled out her notebook and flipped it open to a blank page. She set her pen parallel to the notebook and turned to me. I blinked at her precision and thought back to the boy she was with in the office. The two were so different yet they complimented each other so nicely. It was an interesting equation indeed, but I wasn’t about to question her. After all, she hasn’t pried into my life, why should I?

“So tell me about yourself.” She grinned resting her chin on her hands. I cleared my throat. “Well my parents just got transferred and in result so did I. Um I’m a junior in High school-”

“No, not that story. Your real story.” I blinked at her request. “You mean my hobbies?” I questioned head tilting. She snapped her fingers and pointed at me. “Bingo. How else am I supposed to be your friend if I know nothing about you?” Well she had a point. So I began to tell her what I enjoy doing and was pleasantly surprised to find out that she enjoyed a lot of the same things.

“No way! You enjoy skateboarding too? I would’ve never thought!” She exclaimed happily, eyes lighting up. “Yeah same with you!” She giggled at that. “A lot of people say that, but my boyfriend actually taught me how and not to brag but I’m getting pretty good. I can go on the big slope myself.“she straightened up and brushed imaginary dirt off her shoulders making us both burst into laughter all over again.

Once we had calmed down enough, I felt like it was a good time to ask the question that had been bothering me since this morning. “So that guy in the office he’s your boyfriend right? I didn’t want to assume but you did look like a couple and act like one.”

“No you are good! And to answer your question yes he is. His names Hoseok but everyone calls him Jhope. The other boy with us in the office that’s Taehyung, the boys call him V.”

My head tilted to the side. “Don’t ask why, I don’t know either. All the boys have at least one odd nickname. Speaking of the boys there they are now.” My head followed where her eyes were set and saw three boys walk into the room. Two of which were familiar to me. Taehyung and Hoseok, as Naomi called them, walked in with a third boy who had blonde styled hair and an intimidating aura around him. “That’s Namjoon, he’s the leader essentially. He looks intimidating but he’s really a giant marshmallow, all the boys are. Just don’t get on their bad side.” Well that just made me even more curious to what was their ‘bad side’.

Hoseok scanned the room and his gaze landed on Naomi and I in record time. He began to walk through the desks followed by Taehyung and Namjoon. I gulped as my eyes caught Taehyung’s as he sauntered past my desk right behind Hoseok. His mocha eyes stared into mine as he winked, hand softly running past shoulder as the three boys claimed the table behind us. I gulped feeling my cheeks burn with blood rushing to them. It was a damn good thing Taehyung was behind me and couldn’t see them. I was not about to let him know how he affected me.

After what felt like forever the bell rang and the lesson began and I felt my body sigh in relief as Taehyung’s gaze switched from me to the teacher at the front of the room. It was gonna be a long class period I could already tell.

~~~

I don’t care what Naomi said about them being marshemellows, they were intimidating. For some reason Taehyung had taken a liking to my hair and in the middle of notes began to play with my hair - and that’s just the start. At first it was innocent fascination as he picked up small picks and twirled them between his fingers.

Then he took it a step further. He swept my hair to the side, revealing my neck and he began to dance his fingertips along the skin before he began to caress it softly and at one point even laid a soft kiss on the skin making me jump in surprise and lean forward away from the playful bad boy. I could still here his chuckling at how quickly I packed my bag and darted out the classroom, cheeks flushed red. I had made one mistake during this and that was me turning around and giving him a full sight of my flushed cheeks.

His smirk got wider and he stood up and began to walk toward me, but I never gave him the chance to corner me as I was going bullseye a run for his money at how fast I ran down the hall.

Miraculously I had ended up right in front of my next class - Science and just to my luck the boy Namjoon sauntered in with Hoseok and they had witnessed everything from last period. I prayed to god they wouldn’t see me, but alas they went unanswered as Hoseok locked eyes with me and they flickered to the empty seats on either side of me and he wasted no time claiming the spot to my left and Namjoon to my right.

I took a deep breath and didn’t make eye contact at all, instead keeping myself straight forward and stiff, although I tried to look relaxed. And it seems both boys noticed my posture change and their smirks changed to friendly smiles instantly.

“Hey Y/n it’s alright we don’t bite. I’m Hoseok and that’s Namjoon but I’m sure Naomi told you that already.” Hoseok flashed me a smile that I couldn’t help but retaliate. “There we go. See we aren’t that bad.” He grinned wider at the sight of my smile.

“I can see why Taehyung likes you now.” Namjoon exclaime smacking my head snap to him. “Ex-excuse me?” I said staring wide eyed at him. He chuckled in response. “Oh come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He teased and Hoseok decided to join in. “Yeah y/n I saw it this morning. Both in the office and in class. He’s definitely taken a liking to you.” My eyes were saucers how and I turned to the front just as the bell rang for the lesson to begin. Just before the teacher began to talk, Namjoon leaned in and whispered, “Once Tae wants something, he usually gets what he wants and this time that’s something is you.” Before he turned back to the board as if he had t said a word.

Throughout the entire lesson I had a hard time focusing. Who would? I was just told, that Taehyung would stop at nothing until he had me and that frightened me immensely. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak, but I also knew these boys were dangerous, anyone could tell. From their outfits to the aura they held to the students who didn’t dare mess with them let alone look at them. If that didn’t tell a girl something I don’t know what did.

As soon as the bell rang I was once again rushing from the class, heart racing. I needed to avoid them at all costs, which was hard considering I’ve only met three out of the seven. According to Naomi there was four more boys I was yet to meet, and not gonna lie I was thankful. She told me about Jin, the kindest out of them all, but he was still a force to be reckon with, Jimin the sly and flirtatious dancer with feline like eyes, Yoongi the boy who was quiet most of the time but still looked scary at the same time, and finally the youngest Jungkook who was just as dangerous as Taehyung. She also told me about Jin’s girlfriend Sarah who’s 5'6” with brown hair and brown eyes to match.

I was overly cautious at the thought. The boys were very close and told each other everything so by now they each had to know who I was and that Tae wanted me which was scarier considering I had no clue what any of them looked like. So walking to third my guard was definitely up as the Art hall came into view. I held my head high and plopped into the first available seat. My hands shook slightly as I gripped my pencil with more force than necessary. Finally the lesson began and we were told to sketch a room and I got to work immediately, already feeling my nerves settling. One thought that hadn’t occurred to me is that maybe just maybe one of the boys had already been in the room with me.

Maybe it was the way my nerves lingered just under the calm line in my veins or the gaze I felt on my back but I brushed it off as the person looking at the example on the board. It never occurred to me that it could be one of Taehyung’s friends in the room, until I heard the lunch bell ring and looked up just in time to see a boy with bright red hair and a leather jacket similar to Hoseok’s, Namjoon’s, and even Taehyung’s walk past me. I froze eyes watching him leave through the door. Maybe it was just a coincidence that he had the same jacket?

Yeah maybe it’s just a coincidence. Many guys and girls like leather jackets. These thoughts kept me calm….for about 5 seconds. The boy paused in the doorway and turned locking eyes with mine. Feline mocha eyes held me still in my chair. My eyes went wider and I silently gazed at him. He smirked and then spun on his heels and headed for lunch, but I couldn’t move. The eyes were the same as Naomi had described. Now it might not seem like a big deal but if at least one member knew what class I was in and who I was, as they all seem to know me now even if I don’t know them, they could keep tabs on me and therefore give Taehyung that opportunity to get me right where he wants. That thought alone was scary.

~~~

I’ve never been this anxious in my life. Especially not walking to lunch. My eyes were darting around and I sped walk through the halls like my life depended on it. These boys gave off a less than friendly aura, even if Hoseok and Namjoon were more than nice in Science. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but something was hidden about these boys, a secret. Even Naomi said “don’t get on their bad side” but what is there bad side? That thought alone told me to be on alert and avoid them as much as possible. Which is why I’ve found myself outside eating lunch and avoiding the lunchroom like the plague.

Each time the door opened I’d jump and tense up and only relax when I’d see it wasn’t any of the people I’d wanted to avoid. The entire half hour was filled with my nerves ready to jump into action and my body set in flight mode. Call it paranoid but something was up and as much as I wanted to deny it, I wanted to find out what it was.

~~~

Lunch period had ended and I was thankful for the final class of the day, English. The tables were pretty empty, as lunch had just barely ended, so I had first dibs on my seat and chose an outside seat, to not meet the same fate as I had in science class. The students slowly filed in and took open seats and I breathed a sigh of relief when a girl took the open seat next to me.

“Hey I’ve never seen you before are you new?” A bubbly voice greeted me from my left. I turned to see a girl smiling at me. “Um yeah sorry I should’ve introduced myself. I’m y/n and its my first day. Whats your name?”

The girls expression changed to a wider smile as she held her hand out. "Ah so your the famous y/n. I’m Sarah it’s nice to meet you.” She must’ve seen my shocked expression. “Don’t worry I won’t say anything to the boys and none of them are in this class so you have nothing to worry about.” I released the breath in my throat happily. The one class I was able to relax.

Throughout the whole class period my body relaxed and my mind was at ease as I worked on my assignment. Sarah and I chatted all the way up until the bell rang. “Oh that’s the bell. You coming?” She asked smiling. I glanced up from my paper and back up smiling sheepishly. She seemed to understand. “That’s alright. Here’s my phone number so we can chat later and I can show you around tomorrow!” I quickly typed in the number into my phone and sent her a quick text for her to know its me. I waved bye and instantly began to furiously write again.

~~~

“Success!” I shouted as I held the paper up in victory. After only 20 extra minutes in class did I finish the paper? You bet I did. Correct grammar and everything! I quickly placed my notebook and pencil in my bag and jumped to my feet and placed the finished assignment in the basket and practically skipped out the door.

My class was on the top floor of the school so I had to take the stairs down and various hallways to reach those stairs. Yes it was weird. As I descended toward the third floor hallway I heard a loud bang echo from down the hall. I froze mid step and strained my ears and a second bang echoed. I felt my heartbeat rise. I needed to get past to leave so I took a deep breath and carefully walked down the hall. Another bang and a groan followed. Then a cry of pain and I couldn’t ignore it. I slowly crept up to the classroom and peaked my head around the corner.

There was around seven boys in the room. I leaned further in when I heard a third groan and saw a boy on the floor with a red leather jacket on. He hissed in pain as one of the boys landed a so,I’d kick to his abdomen. I winced as he released another gasp of pain. My eyes flickered to the foot aimed to strike again and up the legs and torso and my eyes met the scowling expression of Namjoon. My eyes went wider and my eyes transitioned to each boy, Jin arms crossed next to Namjoon, Hoseok opposite them, jimin leaning against the wall, Jungkook I believe whispering to sugar who was perched on the desk next to Taehyung. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was right, they were dangerous. I wanted to flee before I was seen but my feet stuck in their spot, unable to command my muscles to move. I stared as Namjoon again struck the boy’s abdomen again and he curled in on himself and then his eyes locked onto mine. I felt like a deer in headlights unable to move just star struck in my spot by the door.

The boy stared at me before I heard it. The broken voice barely above a whisper. “Please help me.” I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water, unable to form words, hell not even a sound. Suddenly I could move and I scooted my left foot back. Big. Mistake. As if I was a magnet I now had not just one, but eight pairs of eyes on my frozen figure. Nobody moved for a moment, we just stared. Then one by one the boy’s began to smirk. I heard feet hit the ground and slow footsteps approach me and that’s when the flight response kicked in and I was gone down the hall faster than you could say “oops.”

~A/Allie

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