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quokkacore · 3 years

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with great power I [lee jeno]

summary: there are two things jeno loves most about his life. one being spiderman, the other being you, his best friend. there’s just one issue: after your father’s death, you decide you hate both spiderman and yourself.

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: superhero au, high school au, coming of age, best friends to strangers(ish) to lovers, fluff, ANGST, minor crack

warnings (for this chapter): language, violence, gun violence, the mafia, parental death, police presence, sexual references, bullying (ily san im sorry), the dreamies being dicks to each other, police corruption, towards the end jeno experiences something similar to sensory overload, americanized names, pop culture references, VERY jeno centric

song rec: we go up - nct dream // any song - zico // 21 questions - waterparks // talk (remix feat. megan thee stallion & yo gotti) - khalid // sunrise - ateez // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // dare - gorillaz // stray kids - the tortoise and the hare

word count: 10.5k

a/n: this is so late...... i blame attack on titan. but hey!! better late than never :] a huge thanks to @doderyscoffee for beta reading <3

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chapter one: jeno and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week

Jeno despised Tuesdays. He was pretty sure that Tuesdays despised Jeno as well because all of his worst days just so happen to be Tuesdays. He was 96% sure that, if there was a god, his day off was on Tuesdays, or that the planets aligned in such a manner on Tuesdays that it caused universal despair and misery. If he was to take Donghyuck's word for it, his chakra attracted negative energy the most on Tuesdays.

When Jeno was 5, his goldfish Pippin had died on a Tuesday. When he had his ass handed to him on the playground by San Choi in the third grade, it was a Tuesday. And in the seventh grade, he'd failed his Spanish test, missed his bus and walked home in the rain only to find out that his Aunt Sunny was at work, he'd left his keys in his locker and that had to wait an hour before she got home to unlock it for him, all on a Tuesday.

And wouldn't you know it, here he was, late for the first day of senior year, which was, of all days, a godforsaken Tuesday.

In his eternal wisdom, he'd stayed up gaming with Renjun until two in the morning, and because of it, slept through his three alarms, one set at six-thirty, the other at 6:45, the last one at 7:00.

He'd woken up at 7:17, to the sound of his elderly neighbor's pet chihuahua barking at a pigeon, checked the time, immediately panicked, sped into the shower, gotten dressed in a haste, grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, and ran out the door while trying to jam his backpack closed, and managed to catch the train at 7:40, which took about twenty minutes to get to his stop, plus a ten-minute walk to school, and class started at 8:10. Not to mention he’d have to stop by the office and pick up his schedule. At best, he’d be five minutes late to his first class. But tardies were tardies, regardless, and the last thing he needed was to lose his perfect attendance streak.

He fished out his phone while standing on the train, waiting for his stop, scrolling through Instagram, and liking random pictures. A ping! from his phone caught his attention, then two, then a third. He smiled softly when your name popped up on his screen.

[7:48 AM]

y/n: pssst

y/n: shithead

y/n: where r u ????

[7:49 AM]

y/n: i can sEE u online on ig u know

jeno: …… i'm on the train

jeno: woke up late

y/n: YOURE GONNA BE LATR

y/n: LATE*

y/n: ON THE FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR

[7:50]

jeno: probably, yeah

jeno: it's the school district's fault, why would they make the first day of school on a fkn TUESDAY

y/n: ohhh yeahh its terrible tuesday

y/n: [sent an attachment!]

[7:51 AM]

jeno: SHUT UP

jeno: you're not funny >:(

jeno: how dare you laugh at my misfortune

y/n: au contraire im hilarious

jeno: meanie :(

jeno: im gonna be late i hate it here

jeno: it'll end up on my permanent record and i'm not gonna get into college and then i'm gonna die,,,

[7:52 AM]

y/n: sometimes ur worse than hyuck i swear

y/n: FIRST OF ALL permanent records dont even exist !!!!!! its propaganda duh

y/n: also ur literally never late

y/n: im sure o n e tardy wont do anything chill

y/n: dont be stupid youll be fine

Don’t be stupid. Too little, too late, he thought, already having got off the train at a previous stop. Now, he was looking for an unoccupied street or alleyway, which, for once, was easy, taking a deep breath before he did the exact opposite of what you’d told him not to do. Don’t be stupid.

The buildings are low, he thought to himself, it’ll be easier to see me.

Don’t be stupid.

Too late!

Thwip!

Jeno didn’t hesitate to use the web fluid to pull himself up onto the wall, climbing in a haste, before running and jumping onto the next building. He quickly built up a quick pace, using the web fluid occasionally to swing onto a building slightly out of jumping range.

Signs in English, Chinese, Korean, and Spanish flew past him as he seemingly flew over the Queens traffic, leaving Flushing behind and crossing quickly into College Point quicker than he would if he took the train. He glanced to his left and caught a view of the bay, and far across it, the LaGuardia airport watchtower.

Jeno had lived in New York City his entire life. He knew Queens like the back of his hand, knew every dingy alleyway, every sketchy street, which restaurants to avoid if you didn’t want to get food poisoning, which convenience store aunties were the nicest and didn’t pinch his cheeks too hard. It was his home, and most likely would be for the rest of his life.

But seeing it like this, flying past him below as he glided with ease from building to building would never cease to be a sight to him. It was like watching from the perspective of an outsider, seeing people in their cars, walking along the street gave him a brand new perspective. A Jeno’s eye view, he called it, since he was pretty sure he was the only one in New York City.

Another noise from his phone brought him back to reality. He shook his head, stopping briefly to catch his breath and fish out his phone briefly.

[7:57 AM]

y/n: let me know when u get here !!!

No time to respond, he put away the phone and continued his trek to school. He had less than ten minutes to get there. But he knew he was already at least five minutes away, much quicker than he would be if he had decided to stick to the train. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling ever so slightly smug.

The hustle and bustle of the city definitely proved challenging to find a place to land without many eyes, but he figured it out eventually, landing behind a dumpster in an alleyway behind a restaurant that he knew was about three or four blocks from the school. He figured it would be a lot better to take it on foot from here. The notebooks he was carrying in his backpack bounced up and down with every step he took.

After what seemed like forever, the gates to the school appeared in his view, and Jeno felt a joy in his heaving chest, something he would have never thought would happen upon seeing the absolute hellhole that was Samuel Morse High School.

[8:06 AM]

jeno: just did >:D

Picking up his schedule was both quick and insanely long. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping his left foot while the secretary found his schedule and handed it to him. “Kibum, please hurry,” He muttered, and Kibum raised an eyebrow at him, but his gaze was teasing. “That’s Mr. Kim to you, in school at least.”

He handed Jeno his schedule a few seconds later. “Tell your Aunt to come pick up her casserole dish, by the way. She left it at my house after my last viewing party.”

“The Bachelor?”

“Please. We’re too classy for that. Drag Race.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Jeno,” Kibum said, staring up at him from his desk, his gaze now much more serious, “Get to class. Happy first day of senior year.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim.”

He managed to make it to chemistry class at 8:09 with seconds to spare. His eyes quickly scanned the room upon entering, hoping his friends were in the class with him. He caught a few familiar faces, most of which, like San Choi's, he wished to avoid. No one paid him any mind. Everyone was still speaking to the people next to them, no doubt exchanging stories of summer vacation.

A hand shot up towards the back, waving at him. A smile stretched across his face as he registered your face, feet not hesitating to carry him towards the empty seat next to you. His heart skipped a beat at seeing your smile, and he tried his best to ignore it.

“Hey,” You greeted, “That was fast. I thought you said you were gonna be late.”

Jeno shrugged, eyes landing on the dark shade of the lab table. “The train was a lot faster than I expected, apparently.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why do you smell so bad?”

“I, uh… ran a little.”

You grimaced, and Jeno tried to casually sniff at his slightly sweaty clothes. It’s not that bad. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you to school. You’re literally next door.”

“I don’t know,” He answered, rolling his eyes, “Maybe it’s because when it comes to that truck, you are absolutely insane. You won’t even let me drink water in that thing.”

The truck in question, a faded red 1998 Chevrolet S-10, had been your gift to yourself for your 17th birthday. You’d spent two summers saving up to buy yourself a truck, and that was what you were able to get for what you had. To say it was a huge piece of junk on wheels was an understatement.

The thing smelled like mothballs no matter how many air fresheners you bought it, the engine sounded like an old man having a coughing fit, and there was a very suspicious stain in the backseat that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you scrubbed it. But for some reason, you treated it like it was your own baby. The amount of times you’d yelled at Jaemin for trying to put his feet on the dashboard was too high to count.

You mirrored his movement, eyes rolling as you sighed. “At least let me drive you home after school today. Maybe you can stay and we can finally watch Blade Runner.”

You’d been trying to get him to watch the film for almost a month now, begging and pleading because you insisted that he’d love it. He offered an awkward stare, before opening his backpack and pulling out a notebook. “Can’t,” He mumbled, “I’m headed into Manhattan. I have my internship afterwards.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said nonchalantly, eyebrows shooting up as you remembered, “Park Industries.”

He was about to reply when Mrs. Baker, the chemistry teacher, finally entered. She’d been working at SMHS for 30 years and had never, apparently, been nice, if his Aunt Sunny’s stories were anything to go by. However, she had apparently always spoken as if she smoked two packs a day. She was rambling about the importance of making the most of senior year academically, adult responsibilities, college, and whatnot. You and Jeno exchanged glances often throughout the monologue, hoping it would end soon.

“Enough of that,” She said after what seemed like an eternity, “Everyone quiet down, I’m going to call roll.”

Names were quickly called, and Jeno was ready to pull out a pencil and start working with you until Mrs Baker demanded a switch in seats, beginning to call on random names in an effort to deter everyone from speaking.

"Please not with Choi, please not with Choi," Jeno muttered under his breath, glancing warily at San, who was staring ahead, looking bored.

San had had it out for Jeno ever since day one, in first grade. For some reason, everything Jeno did seemed to annoy the other boy. He wasn't funny enough, or too nerdy, or too quiet. Jeno was always too much or too little for him.

You touched his forearm, and he looked towards you.

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, trying not to alert the teacher, “You’re not gonna get paired up with him, and you can take it to the office if you need to.” “Yeah, because I’m sure Coach Peralta would be thrilled if someone tried to get his precious midfielder in trouble.”

“Choi, San,” Mrs Baker’s voice rang throughout the room, and Jeno braced himself for the worst, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“You’ll be sitting with… L/N, Y/N.”

Jeno’s shoulders slumped, but your face remained impassive. You picked up your stuff, and pouted silently at Jeno in apology, before making your way to the front.

“Lee, Jeno,” Mrs Baker called a few minutes later, “You’ll be sitting with Jang, Yeeun.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Yeeun is nice, Jeno thought to himself, I could sit with Yeeun. She wasn’t part of his main friend group, but he had tutored her in math during sophomore year in exchange for her helping him with Spanish, and they’d been pretty friendly ever since.

“Hey,” Yeeun greeted as Jeno sat down, and Jeno smiled at her.

“Remember, these will be your assigned lab partners for the rest of the semester. No changes, no exceptions.” Mrs. Baker sat down at her desk, before beginning to talk about something Jeno didn’t really pay attention to.

You exchanged glances with Jeno, and he gave you a look of sympathy as you gestured at San with your eyes. San was talking to you about something—probably bragging about some soccer achievement—but you weren’t paying him much attention. Jeno swallowed something growing in his throat as he looked at how your hair looked today.

It was nothing relatively new, the same hairstyle you used on most days. But still, there was a bit of a shine to it. He wondered vaguely if you had changed your shampoo, the other day you’d been complaining about how itchy your normal shampoo made your scalp—

“You still haven’t told her about how you feel?” Yeeun asked quietly, and Jeno’s head snapped back to look at her, eyes wide.

“W-what? Me. Like Y/N…” He laughed nervously, trying to keep his voice down. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding Yeeun’s accusatory stare. “You’re hilarious, Yeeun. Tell another one.”

Yeeun shook her head. “You’d better hurry before someone else snatches her up, Jen. She’s not gonna wait around for you forever.”

“I don’t like her, Yeeun.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Hey! Jeno Lee!”

“Hey! Jaemin Na! What do you want!” Jeno answered as he sat down, mimicking Jaemin’s tone next to him.

“Well, for starters, a million dollars, and second, a date with Yiren Wang, but I doubt you can help me with either of those, so...”

Jeno glanced at the rest of the table. Along with Jaemin, Mark, Renjun, Donghyuck, and you were watching the interaction between the pair. “Where are the munchkins?” Jeno asked, noticing Chenle and Jisung’s absence. No one could really call them munchkins anymore. That nickname dated back to middle school, before the two underclassmen had gone through growth spurts.

“Eh, they should be here soon,” Renjun said, chewing on a french fry, “How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good so far, I guess. I got AP Calc with Mr. Washington later, though. That man wants me dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t want you dead. I’m telling you, you and Hyuck have been spending way too much time together. You’re being more dramatic than usual and Hyuck’s being more… weird than usual.”

“And just what is so weird about being enthusiastic about senior year, Y/N?” Donghyuck asked, shaking his head, “It’s our last year in this hellhole, I’m excited that we’re finally getting out of here. And besides—”

“Please don’t bring up the fact that you’re abandoning us next year.” Chenle seemingly appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to Renjun, Jisung following quickly behind him.

“Hi, Sungie,” You said with a smile, and Jisung smiled back. “Hi, Y/N.”

“What were you saying, Hyuck?” Jaemin looked at Donghyuck, who had taken the quick interaction as an opportunity to take a bite of his sandwich. His wide eyes darted to the slim boy, cheeks stuffed with chicken.

“Oh,” He replied after swallowing, “This is gonna be my year. I’m getting male lead for the winter musical and no one is gonna stop me.”

“Do you even know what musical you guys are doing yet?” Mark asked, “What if it’s like… Shrek?”

Jisung made a face. “There’s a Shrek musical?”

Mark nodded, and Renjun laughed.

“I don’t know about male lead, if it’s Shrek. You should try out for Donkey,” The Chinese boy joked, “With those front teeth, you’re a shoo-in.”

The entire table was silent for a moment, before snorts and chortles started pouring out from everyone except Donghyuck.

“Fuck you, Huang.”

Renjun flashed the friendliest smile he could muster. “Not if you paid me a million dollars.”

The subject remained on extracurriculars, everyone in your group except for Chenle and Jisung now wary of college applications. Donghyuck had been in theater ever since middle school, Renjun was in the robotics club and the debate team with Jaemin, who was also in the student council. Mark was on the math team with Jeno, and you had founded the film club.

"You're not gonna believe who asked to sign up for film," You huffed, looking kind of confused. The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, and you pursed your lips, almost as if you were trying not to laugh.

"San Choi."

Renjun scoffed. Jaemin raised his eyebrows before letting out a single, humorless laugh. Jeno made a face, poking his plastic fork at you.

"What is San Choi doing asking to sign up for film?"

"Fuck if I know. He said he needed one more extracurricular if he wanted to get into some college in Florida and he liked going to the movies, so he wanted to try out film."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I swear there's nothing in that guy's head but hot gas. It blows my mind."

"He's a dick," Chenle grumbled, "I'm still not over how he and Wooyoung taped Jisung to the flagpole last year."

Jisung scowled. "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."

“Do you think they’ll finally calm the fuck down this year?” Jaemin wondered, looking wistful.

You took a sip of your coke and shook your head. “Doubt it. They’re not the hateful eight for a reason.”

The mood at the table turned tense, until Jaemin frowned at his french fries, before sighing and clapping his hands together dramatically. “I would like to hear,” He mused, “About the nuance that theatre gives the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek when converted into musical form.”

Donghyuck beamed. “Oh, it’s amazing. You see…”

If it was difficult to get Donghyuck to stop talking in general, it was impossible when it was about theater.

The conversation continued on until the bell rang, and the eight of you had to go your separate ways. Jaemin and Jeno had the same class, so they both walked together down a relatively calm hallway. Jaemin looked both ways, before finally lowering his voice.

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park today?”

Jeno nodded, looking down at his shoes. “He said he wanted to give me an assignment. Says there’s something big going on.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Did he say what kind of something?”

Jeno shook his head, pouting slightly. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

Once school was out, Jeno was getting ready to get onto the subway once again, this time heading towards Midtown. It was only day one and, as Jeno had predicted, Mr. Washington probably was out to get him, because he’d swamped the class with homework.

As he left the school, he spotted you in the parking lot, leaning against your car door, texting someone. He glanced at his phone. He still had plenty of time, he figured. He walked over to you, and when you looked up, you smiled.

“Hey!” Your voice had that signature tone of enthusiasm to it, and Jeno smiled back immediately.

“Hello,” He sing-songed. “So, I was thinking… are you free on Friday night?”

You looked somewhere above his head, furrowing your eyebrows before you perked up again and nodded. “Yep! Why?”

“I’m free after nine. Maybe then I could come over to your house? So I can finally get you to stop harassing me about Blade Runner.”

You grinned, pumping your fists enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” You answered, “Do you want me to get like, some frozen pizzas or something?”

“Pizza sounds good,” He said. “Who are you even waiting for?”

You made a face that made it seem as if you’d just gotten a whiff of rotten milk. “Well—”

Your response was interrupted when the school doors slammed open, and eight figures poured out, carrying themselves with confidence Jeno both envied and despised. He frowned, trying not to react at their loud whooping and laughing. The Hateful Eight.

“Oh.” Jeno averted his gaze, meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah. If you don’t hear from me later it’s because I jumped out of my truck because I don’t wanna work with—”

“Well, hello, gorgeous!” San’s voice filled the parking lot, and Jeno took a deep breath. Your mouth stretched into a tight-lipped smile at the unwanted ‘compliment’.

“Hey, San.” Your friendly passive aggressive tone almost made Jeno smile. “I’ve been waiting here for like, fifteen minutes. You could have just given me your number and asked me to send you pictures of my notes, you know.”

He shrugged, turning his body so that his back was turned to Jeno. “Sorry, babe. Coach wanted to talk to us about the upcoming season. When he gets going, it’s hard to get him to stop. And besides, where’s the fun in just asking for pictures when I could come here, talk to you, and take the pictures myself?”

You didn’t respond, but rather pulled out your backpack and began digging through it. When you pulled out your notebook, you handed it to San, who flashed a wink at you. You barely held back a gag.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll just be a minute.”

He walked over to the hood of your truck, and just as you were about to continue your conversation, two figures slung their arms around both of Jeno’s shoulders, causing him to flinch.

Out of the fifteen soccer players on the team, San and his best friends—seven of them, to be precise—were the worst. The others were pretty nice. But right now, seeing two of those seven surround your best friend made you uneasy.

Wooyoung was loud. He was also a temperamental brat. His dad owned three used car dealerships over in Brooklyn, so naturally, he thought he owned the entire world. He wasn’t someone who would get too physical in fights, like San, or Jongho, or Yeosang. But when he was angry, he could easily get you to jump into the stratosphere by yelling at you once. Over the years, he’d made several teaching assistants and substitute teachers cry, only getting let off with a slap on the wrist every time.

Yunho was terrifying for completely different reasons. He was friendly, but a little too friendly to the people he wanted to control. He could read people like books and could easily manipulate whoever he wanted. But he wasn’t afraid of getting physical either, especially not when he was built like a goddamn Power Rangers Megazord.

All in all, they definitely weren't anyone you wanted near you, near your friends. Especially considering how much they had it out for your friends.

"Hey, buddy," Yunho said, looking down at Jeno with a wide smile. "How was summer vacation?"

Jeno gnawed on the side of his cheek as he considered his answer. "Um, it was okay." He looked at you to catch your eyes darting between San, Yunho and Wooyoung, like you were analyzing the situation. "I kinda stayed in and played video games most of the t—"

"Cool, cool," Yunho answered, carding his free hand through his bleach blond hair. "What about you, Woo?"

"Oh, dude, it was so cool," He bragged, "I went to Brazil for like, a month. I went clubbing with Instagram models and shit, it was wild."

You stared at him as he patted Jeno on the back rather aggressively. "Where did you go? Have you ever even left New York?"

You knew the answer. Only a few times when the debate team went to compete in different states. Jeno spoke up again. "Well, yeah a few t—"

"Doubt it," Yunho scoffed. He craned his head back. "San, you done yet?"

"Almost!" San answered. Yunho turned to face you, and for some reason his smile seemed genuinely kind. “What about you, Y/N?”

You never understood why it was that the soccer team hated your entire friend group, but seemed to tolerate you. It made no sense.

So you shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess. Did my summer reading. Hung out with my friends.” You flashed a reassuring smile at Jeno. “Right, Jen?”

Immediately, he relaxed a little bit. “Yeah.”

San appeared from behind Yunho, Jeno and Wooyoung. “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

You waved your hand, wanting them to get rid of them quickly. “Don’t mention it. But next time, just text me for my notes. I have to get to work, so…”

“Oh! My bad,” He answered with fake remorse, before unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. “Here. For next time.”

You stifled a deep sigh, punching in the numbers hesitantly. “Just for homework, got it?”

San took his phone back, holding a hand over his heart and raised his head. “On a gentleman's honor,” He declared, and you bit back a laugh. Jeno looked like he was going to hurl.

“San!” The team captain—Hongjoong—called from a few feet away, “Are you guys done yet or what?”

“Coming!” San yelled back.

“Alright, we’ll let you go,” Wooyoung said, patting Jeno on the back again, a bit too harsh for comfort. “Bye, Y/N! See you around.”

The three of them stalked off, leaving you and a very frazzled Jeno. “Dicks,” You muttered once they were out of earshot. “You good?”

Jeno shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

You tilted your head, frowning. “Jeno—”

“I gotta go,” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, offering a lopsided smile. “Yeah. Be careful!”

Jeno offered a deep bow, fluttering his eyelashes. “On a gentleman’s honor,” He sighed, adding a very bad British accent to it. You burst out laughing, eyes squeezing shut.

You didn’t catch the way Jeno’s shoulders relaxed at the sound.

I want you to know now

Baby, it could go down

I don’t wanna talk about it

Baby, let’s just go now

The train ride into Midtown didn’t take too long. He spent it digging through his backpack for his Park Industries lanyard, listening to music and thinking about you.

When you talk right to me

You gon’ have to do me

Every time you think you’re leaving

You running back to me

You’d met Jeno when you were six. Truth be told, he didn’t really remember. For him it was like you weren’t there at one point and by the time you were, you were thicker than thieves. It was a difficult time for him. He had just lost both of his parents, and was moving in with his Aunt Sunny and his Uncle Jinki, who were barely out of college at the time. He’d had to move to a new school and basically restart his entire life. You were the first sense of stability in his life for months.

Your mom lived next to his aunt and uncle. So naturally, you went to the same school and went on the same bus. And somewhere along the way, you two clicked. You’d introduced him to Renjun, Jaemin and Donghyuck. You were there to comfort him whenever he got pushed off the slide by San or Wooyoung.

He was there for you when your stepdad and stepbrother moved in when you were nine and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. He was there when your mom died when you were thirteen. He’d introduced you and your friends to Mark, Chenle and Jisung.

And you were there when his Uncle Jinki got killed when he was fifteen. And because fate had an especially cruel sense of irony, it had happened on a Tuesday. You didn’t know, but at the time, he had just gotten his powers. Your comfort and words unknowingly had a secondary effect: he made the decision to use them for good, and… well. The rest was history.

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost, lend me your thoughts

Can't get what we want without knowin'

Just like when he met you, he didn’t recall an exact moment where he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He knew there was a world where he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you. And he knew that there was a world here he’d fallen in love with you—he was living in that world now. He realized he was living in that world maybe when he was sixteen, and had been stuck in it ever since.

You were it for him. He’d had crushes before. But never something like this, where he was so aware of your presence around him. It wasn’t the way he was hyper aware of someone like San, or like Yunho or Jongho. It wasn’t out of anxiety or fear, where a shift in mood activated his fight or flight. He was aware of you in a way that only people who truly know each other do, where he could pick up on subtle changes in your behavior, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to take care of you and to not have you worry about anything.

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Figure out where we're goin'...

As the train rolled into the station that was a fifteen minute walk from Park Tower, Jeno put away his headphones and took a deep breath.

The “Jeno Tingle” as his Aunt Sunny called it—Jeno hated the term—had taken him a few years to gain control of. And while he could never truly turn it off, he could at least tune it out enough to be more at ease. The only time he did so was at school or when he was studying, just because he wanted to feel normal, and because being aware of everything going on around him really messed with his concentration.

Jaemin didn’t understand. “If I was able to tell whenever Seonghwa was behind me because he wanted to scare me into doing his chemistry homework, I’d never turn that shit off,” He’d said once. But truthfully, Jeno didn’t really care. Because while yes, he was still slightly scared of the “hateful eight”, he knew damn well that if things got to be too much, he could kick their asses if he wanted to.

It was his friends he worried about. He couldn’t be around them 24/7. You, not so much. He knew you knew how to fight. Even worse, he knew that San had the hots for you so you were off limits to the rest of them, be it bullying or flirting. But for everyone else… Well. He couldn’t hover over them like some guardian angel.

Now that the “Jeno Tingle” was on, it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain range around him. He could zero in on certain sounds with ease, and his reflexes became heightened. Halfway on his walk up Park Avenue, he jumped away from a chihuahua on its leash a second before it started barking at him.

When he entered the first floor lobby of the Park Building, he scoured the crowd of employees and visitors until he landed on one familiar face.

He'd met Doyoung about a year after his dad started dating your mom. Things between your parents were starting to get serious, and Doyoung was four years older than you were. When they moved into your house, Doyoung as your new stepbrother became the de facto chaperone and babysitter. If you wanted to go to the mall with Jeno, he had to take you. Every time you dragged Jeno to the movies, Doyoung had to go also.

To an extent, it wasn't that bad. Doyoung was cool, and he was smart—he was the one who got Jeno interested in computers and chemistry. He graduated high school at 16, and finished his bachelor's degree at 19. He'd also interned at Park Industries, and secured a job there almost immediately after college.

To an extent, he was the whole reason Mr. Park knew who he was, because of one incident. It was relatively soon after he started the whole vigilante thing. Jeno, still figuring out how to maneuver on the webs that shot out of his wrists, had accidentally crashed into your backyard late at night, when only Doyoung was awake. He was standing in the back door while he was waiting for his dog to finish peeing.

Initially, the older boy had freaked out, thinking that it was a burglar or something. When he yelled out that his dad was a cop and was asleep in the house, Jeno panicked, and pulled off his mask, holding up his hands.

“Woah, woahwoahwoah! Doyoung! It’s me, it’s me!”

Doyoung’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, paying no mind to the dog as it sauntered up to Jeno, before turning onto its back in a request for belly rubs.

"You're the spider guy everyone's been talking about!?"

"Spider man," Jeno had answered, voice cracking as he dusted himself off. He cringed at the sound of his voice. "...and yes."

Of course, his cover was blown, and he'd begged Doyoung not to tell anyone, especially not you. And while Doyoung had promised not to tell you, it didn't stop him from telling his boss.

That had been almost three years ago now. The rest was history, and after that Jeno didn’t have to run around in bright red sweatpants and dollar store swimming goggles. Now, he had a nanotech suit that allowed him to activate protocols of the suit through voice commands using something top-secret Mr. Park called D.R.E.A.M technology. Direct Response Engaged As Machine—yeah, Jeno didn’t get it either.

Doyoung offered Jeno a smile as he escorted Jeno past security, showing them his employee clearance pass. "Hey. How have you been?"

Jeno shrugged, recounting his day in minor detail as he was led into an elevator labeled authorized personnel only.

This elevator only went up to the 35th floor, seeing as everything past that was only cleared for a certain list of people approved by Mr. Park and his security team, and everything past the 90th floor were Mr. Park's private living quarters.

Now, as Doyoung led him to another elevator to head up to the 85th floor, which was always where Jeno got to meet with Mr. Park—which wasn't often, maybe once or twice a year—he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t surprised Doyoung that night. He would probably still be using those ugly red sweatpants as part of his disguise.

"How's Y/N?" Doyoung asked.

"Oh, she seems okay. That guy who hates me keeps coming onto her though. He's a huge douchebag."

Doyoung frowned. "He's not harassing her, is he? Because if he is—"

"He just won't stop flirting, even though she clearly isn't interested," Jeno said bitterly, "He isn't physical or anything. Trust me, it wouldn't end well for him if he was."

Doyoung wasn't quite sure how to respond to the younger boy's dark tone. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So… how’s the apartment?” Jeno asked. Doyoung perked up instantly.

“Oh, now that Taeyong’s moved in and did his interior design thing, it looks great. He’s really done a great job at it.”

“When am I gonna meet this guy? He sounds cool.”

“He’s really cool,” Doyoung hummed, cheeks heating up. “Things are getting really serious.”

Jeno smiled at how flustered Doyoung, who was normally so level headed and calm, became at the mention of his boyfriend.

“You guys sound like a really good couple,” He said. Doyoung chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh, well—”

The elevator dinged, and Doyoung sighed. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.”

The hallway it opened up to was lined with pictures of the company's history, starting from pictures of black and white of people in vintage clothing, to pictures in sepia tones to finally pictures of the current CEO at locations around the world: Chanyeol Park.

Jeno walked behind Doyoung as he led him down the hallway, before stopping in front of a door, and a friendly looking man in a suit.

Junmyeon was a part of Chanyeol’s Security and Intelligence team, and often sat in on these meetings with Jeno. The chain of contact also included him. If Jeno couldn’t contact Doyoung (which rarely happened), he’d contact Junmyeon. And if he couldn’t contact either of them, or it was an emergency, only then could he contact Chanyeol. So far, that had only happened once.

"Hey, Junmyeon," Doyoung said, "Mr. Park's 4:30 is here."

Junmyeon nodded, before smiling at Jeno and giving him a wave. "Hey, kid."

Jeno offered an awkward grin. "Hi, Mr. Kim."

Junmyeon rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Kid, you're making me feel ancient. I've told you a million times, just call me Junmyeon."

Jeno shuffled awkwardly, before nodding at the older man, watching as he pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, Yeol. Jeno's here."

The muffled response was barely heard, but Jeno automatically understood what Mr. Park said. Junmyeon turned to open the door, and let the pair inside. The “office”—if it could even be called that—opened up to more of a lounge, than anything. A wall of glass overlooked the Manhattan skyline, but Jeno knew that from the outside it looked only like a wall, due to camouflage technology developed by Mr. Park himself. As Doyoung and Junmyeon stayed back, closer to the door, Jeno took a few steps toward the man in question.

Chanyeol was standing a few feet in front of the glass window, working on a holographic model of a new piece of tech. His face was turned downward in a concentrated frown. He barely spared the teenager a glance as he said fondly, “Hey, kid.”

Jeno was used to this. Chanyeol wasn’t cold per se, but he wasn’t warm at all. He knew that Chanyeol cared about him, even if he didn’t really show it in a conventional way. Chanyeol was a very… eccentric man, so he had his own way of saying and doing things.

“Hi, Mr. Park. Um… you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yep! Needed some help from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman… A little birdie told me about something going on in Queens.”

“Queens?” Jeno asked, gripping the straps of his backpack. “You mean, other than the usual stuff?”

“Other than the usual stuff,” Chanyeol repeated, nodding. With a wave of his hand, the hologram disappeared, and another one appeared in its place. This time, instead of a 3D model, a few pictures and another, smaller 3D model appeared. Chanyeol turned to face him, frown deepening. He pointed at the model—a long, shiny oval-shaped purple stone. It reminded Jeno of an amethyst, but instead of turning white at the base, it turned to an iridescent jade tone. “You know what this is, right?”

Jeno nodded, remembering seeing the rocks all over the news when he was a kid. “That’s… that’s a Chitauri stone. From the invasion a few years back.”

Chanyeol nodded, standing up straight. “These stones have the potential to power weapons with no need to recharge, or change them out. They’re an infinite, extremely strong power source, Jeno, and in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.”

Jeno took a deep breath, feeling his stomach sink slowly. Chanyeol sighed. “Cleanup of the city after the invasion was long, and difficult, and obviously the government and the company weren’t able to get everything. It caused a black market to pop up. Now, the NYPD has been investigating it for years, but they have their limits… that’s where you come in.”

“M-me, Mr. Park?”

Chanyeol gave him a crooked, reassuring smile. He pointed at one of the pictures, which was of a man who most likely didn’t know he was photographed. He was walking somewhere, face looking angry and stern.

“You don’t know who this is, right?”

Jeno shook his head, and Chanyeol turned his head to nod at Junmyeon. “You’re up, tough guy.”

Junmyeon huffed, before walking up to Jeno. He put his hand on Jeno’s shoulder as if he could tell that he was growing anxious.

“Jeno, that’s Henry Duke. From what we understand on the intel team, he’s one of the cornerstones of the alien tech black market. He’s one of the top dogs. From what we understand, he likes to be present for all major negotiations that his group makes. A source of ours told us that there’s going to be a negotiation on Friday night not too far away from LaGuardia. We want you to go out there and just get a feel of what’s going on.”

“Just watch them, right?” Jeno looked at Junmyeon, who patted his back reassuringly. “Just watch. Don’t engage unless you absolutely have to.”

“You can do that, right?” Chanyeol said quietly, crossing his arms. “Because if not, then it’s totally—”

“Yeah, of course I can! Friday—shit, Friday. At what time are they supposed to be meeting up?”

Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows, before answering, “Around eight or nine.”

Jeno bit his lip, thinking about the promise he’d made to you. It would just have to wait, he supposed. Chanyeol rarely asked anything this big of him.

“Alright,” Jeno agreed, “I’ll do it.”

Chanyeol grinned, clapping his hands together.

“Perfect.”

They discussed logistics briefly after. Doyoung would be on call with Jeno, his custom made suit allowing them to communicate, letting Doyoung see everything Jeno was seeing via a video feed coming from the ultra thin lenses placed in the white eye sockets of the mask. Doyoung would then report to Junmyeon, who would report to Chanyeol, who would probably report to the FBI. Jeno was only to engage if absolutely necessary.

After that, he set out on patrol. He usually found some discreet place to hide his backpack, and then went all over Queens looking for trouble, quite literally. Around five thirty, he stopped a robbery in Murray Hill. Then, around seven, he stopped a man from stealing a woman’s purse in Elmhurst. Nothing too much.

Around eight, he finally headed home, this time dressed normally, using the train and not web fluid. He walked home, tired, knowing that he’d immediately have to do that cursed AP calc homework. When he got home, he opened his backpack pocket to look for his keys, rummaging between his notebooks and other things.

Shuffling through his stuff, he furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn’t find them. Thinking back, he remembered this morning, when he’d left in a rush… and had very obviously left his keys on his desk.

“Shit,” He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering that Aunt Sunny had said she’d be working overtime tonight. He could very easily sneak in through his window, but he was pretty sure he’d locked it the night before, and it was too early. People’s lights were still on—anyone could see him if they just looked up, and then he would be screwed.

Huffing and zipping his backpack up, he marched up to your house, before ringing the doorbell. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heels to the balls of his feet, until the door opened up. A familiar man with a face just like Doyoung's, but older, with graying hair and arms scarred and muscled from years of working on the police force stood in the doorway.

“Jeno?” Your dad offered him a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Mr. Kim,” Jeno said, smiling back. He shifted nervously. “I, um… I left my keys in my room this morning, and my aunt’s working late, so… could I… maybe wait here? Y/N’s home, right?”

The man nodded. “Of course, of course. Come in!”

Your dad had always been super friendly, even from the day Jeno had first met him. You'd told Jeno once that he was the only real father figure you'd ever had. Once everything settled after him and your mom got married, you started calling him dad altogether. And since you and Jeno were practically glued at the hip, he got along with your dad almost as well as you did.

“Okay.” Jeno stepped in and set down his backpack at the base of the coat rack next to the door, as he’d done a million times before. Jeno stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and looked up at your dad.

"I think Y/N's in the shower, but she should be done soon. You can just wait here if you want… have you eaten anything yet?”

“Uh, I had a granola bar on the train, but that’s it.”

“We have some leftover pasta here, if you want—”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim, really! I’m fine.”

Your dad nodded, sitting down on his recliner. “So, have you started your college list, yet? Y/N said you wanted to stay here in New York.”

Jeno nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. “Well, yeah. It would make things a lot easier, I think. I might want to apply to NYU, but I think I’ll just go to community college, or something.”

Your dad shook his head. “You’re a pretty smart kid, Jeno. I think you could get into Columbia if you set out to. Plus, Chanyeol Park doesn’t give out internships to anybody. That’s your secret weapon.”

Jeno smiled. “Well, you’ve got a point.”

Your dad gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Come on, trying won’t hurt!” Your dad made a face, and then rubbed his knuckles. “Have you been working out? Those muscles weren’t there the last time I did that.”

Jeno laughed, trying to think of an excuse. “Oh, a little bit? The house needed some fixing up over the summer, and I wanted to help Aunt Sunny, so…”

“Jeno?”

He turned immediately, eyes landing on you at the base of the staircase. You’d changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair was slightly damp. “What are you doing here?” You asked, with a curious smile.

His shoulders slumped, and he grinned sheepishly. “Terrible Tuesday strikes again. I forgot my keys.”

You grimaced. “Brutal, dude. You wanna come up?” Your eyes moved to your dad. “Or am I interrupting guy time?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jeno answered, playing along. He took a cocky tone as he rested his hands on the back of his neck. “Your dad was just telling me about how much the NYPD needs me.”

You stifled a laugh. You dad seemed to be holding back a laugh too. "Hey, you're joking, but if you keep working out like that, and if by some impossible chance, the college thing doesn't work out… We might just be able to catch Spiderman if we finally got some brain cells on the force."

"Ugh, dad," You groaned, unaware of Jeno's gut twisting, "Not again."

"Yeah, Mr. Kim," Jeno said, scratching the back of his head, "He's not that bad."

Your dad shook his head. "Look, I don't hate the guy. In all honesty, crime rates have dropped since he started doing his thing. But he thinks he's above the law, and his methods can be a bit… unorthodox sometimes. He’s been undermining us for years and his tech is state of the art. Makes me wonder about what we should do to modernize the force."

Jeno looked downward, wondering what would happen if your dad knew the truth.

"Well, I guess we may just never find out. Jeno'd make a horrible cop. He couldn't hurt a fly if you paid him a million dollars."

But you came to the rescue as you grabbed his backpack, and soon enough he was up the stairs with you, heading into your bedroom, laughing to yourselves when you heard your dad jokingly call out, "Fifteen inch distance, you two! Door stays open!"

He sat on your desk chair while you lay on your bed, limbs splaying out.

"So you left your keys."

Jeno groaned. "Don't remind me. I was in such a rush to leave, that I… I forgot. I'm so stupid."

You rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. "You're not stupid, Jen. You made an honest mistake because you were in a hurry."

Standing up, you walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "Seriously, Jeno. What's gotten into you, lately? You freak out about every little thing. It's starting to worry me."

Jeno shook his head. "I don't know," He admitted. "I think I'm just scared about how after this year, everything changes. Renjun’s headed upstate. Jaemin’s going to Boston. You want to go to LA. I think Hyuck and I are the only ones who want to stay here. I just… I don't want things to change."

Your expression turned sad as he continued. "Everyone is expecting great things from me. You're smart, Jeno. You can get into an Ivy. Or, you have a Park internship, you'll be fine. What if I don't want things to be fine? What if I want them to just stay the same?"

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. Jeno was relatively level headed for someone your age, but even he had moments of doubt and panic. It made moments like these difficult. You sighed before grabbing him by the hand. Wordlessly, you tugged him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning your head on his shoulder. He could feel the dampness in your hair seeping slowly into his shirt.

"I guess I understand what you mean," You mumbled, trying to reason with him, "But come on. You wouldn't really want everything to stay the same. You can't tell me you want to keep getting AP calc homework. And I definitely doubt that you'd want to have your ass kicked by San for the rest of your life."

Jeno looked at the floor. "You're right. But you know that's not what I mean—"

"I know," You huffed, "I'm just saying. Change… it's inevitable. The longer you fight it, the harder it is."

Jeno nodded. "This sucks."

"It does," You agreed, taking his hand in yours. "But at least we have each other's backs, y'know?"

Something of a smile appeared on his face. You were so close to him, leaning on him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest.

"We really do, huh?" His voice turned quiet, with a bit of a sleepy lull to it. He allowed his head to rest on yours. "You're so comfortable. Can I like, use you as a pillow for the rest of my life?"

You giggled. "I'll consider it on two conditions."

"Oh, you'll consider. How generous of you."

"Yes, I'll consider. Now, do you wanna hear my terms or not?"

Jeno raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead," He said, before putting on his best Marlon Brando voice, "Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Snorting, you lifted your head off of his. "Okay. One, you finish your calculus homework here before Sunny gets home."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, I could probably do that. What's the other one?"

"Let me drive you to school for the rest of the year."

Jeno stared at you, and you nodded, eyes wide. "Trust me, Jen. You wouldn't need to wake up so early! And plus, you can't text the guy manning the subway asking him to give you five minutes because you need to find your keys."

Jeno gnawed on the inside of his cheek. You did have a point, and to be honest, he could probably refrain from putting his feet up on your dashboard.

"Deal."

You grinned. "Awesome," You answered, before nodding towards his backpack. "Now get to work, Einstein."

The rest of the week wasn't that bad. Yes, you were absolutely batshit insane about your truck in the morning, but he soon realized he didn't really mind. Not when it allowed you both to spend some twenty extra minutes together in the mornings, and they were spent joking around and listening to your extremely varied playlist.

On the other hand, he was saddled with more and more homework, greater and greater expectations. The looming threat of Friday's mission rolled around, and it made Jeno feel like time was passing much too slowly but also way too quickly. There was so much on his mind. He had chemistry with you on Thursdays in the afternoon, which also meant that San was there. Which also meant that sometimes, his heightened senses would pick up on San dropping a tacky pick up line which made Jeno want to punch him in the jaw.

Finally, finally, Friday afternoon rolled around. As he bid you goodbye and promised to see you later, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. The feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. He went out on patrol, ready for Doyoung to set up the call and tell him where he needed to go. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a lot for him to do that day. Crime had seemed to slow down altogether.

When the time finally came, and the sun was beginning to set, Doyoung rang in at about 7, telling him the location. An old warehouse near LaGuardia airport, hidden from prying eyes. Jeno made his way to the place, avoiding security cameras Doyoung warned him about, and found a place to hide. There was a hole in the warehouse roof, which allowed him to peer right into the building without being seen. It was about thirty feet from the ground.

“Why is it always old, abandoned warehouses?” Jeno grumbled. He heard Doyoung laugh quietly.

“Beats me,” Doyoung sighed.

And so they waited. Jeno wondered vaguely if you were still working. He wasn’t sure. They made time talking quietly, until a black SUV rolled into the warehouse. “Woah, Doyoung,” He murmured, “Hold up.”

Jeno leaned forward, but quickly realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. “D.R.E.A.M, activate Heightened Intelligence Protocol.”

Activating Heightened Intelligence Protocol.

The protocol allowed Jeno to use the lenses over his eyes to zoom in on specific targets, as well as use a microphone embedded in the suit to pick up audio from far away and feed it directly into his ears.

He watched as three figures got out of the car, a fourth remaining in the driver’s seat. The trio stood in front of the car, and Jeno recognized the man in the middle as the man Junmyeon had been talking about.

“Alright, there’s Henry Duke,” He said, “The one in the middle.”

“Got it,” Doyoung replied, sounding satisfied. “Now all we have to do is wait for the other party.”

“Did Junmyeon’s sources say anything about who it would be?”

“No. They weren’t able to find that out. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jeno’s eyes never left the man. “Do you think it’s something international?”

Doyoung sighed. “I’m not sure. If it is international, then you need to be even more careful.”

“Got it. I think—Wait, here they come.”

A second vehicle, this one another black SUV, rolled up not too far away from the first car. The lights turned off and the engine sputtered to a stop, and four men stepped out of the vehicle.

Jeno’s stomach dropped, and of its own accord, his mouth let loose a quiet, “What the fuck,” as he registered the person leading them.

“What?” Doyoung asked, before realizing what—who—he was looking at. “...Is that my dad?”

“I think it is,” Jeno whispered, fingertips suddenly numb. Who was he kidding? They both knew who it was.

“So,” One of the men next to your dad said, “You show us yours, we’ll show you ours?”

Henry Duke clapped his hands together with an impish grin. “I suppose. Reagan, get the case.”

One of the two men standing beside him started off toward the trunk of the car. “It caught me off guard when I heard that the force wanted to purchase these. Almost made me wonder if this was your attempt at a sting operation.”

“What made you change your mind?” Your dad asked. Jeno swallowed at how cold he sounded. This wasn’t your dad, and it didn’t seem like Officer Kim either. This was someone Jeno had never met before.

“Honestly, Kim?” Duke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “It was you. Your cooperativeness and willing to feed us information, as well as your… insurance agreement. And besides, you made a very interesting point when you said that the Avengers Initiative and Park’s alum Spiderman is ruining the way the law operates around here. That type of bitterness… hard to fake.”

Your dad huffed. “We’re fucking tired of it.”

The man leaning against the car your dad had stepped out of scoffed. “If this helps us catch the little asshole, then so be it.”

Jeno frowned. “I’m not little—”

“Jeno, shut up!” Doyoung snapped.

“—Alright, then.” The man holding the briefcase—Reagan—clicked it open, as if it were a prize reveal on The Price is Right. Five guns, all modified to hold glowing Chitauri stones were placed carefully together side by side.

“You know the basics. No radiation. Keep it away from security scanners and x-rays. They will blow up. And second of all, these are at half the price, along with the promise from the chief of police that my business won’t be touched, and will only be distributed to officers in on the operation and have agreed to turn off their body cameras when they decide to use these weapons. Should this not be a sting operation, we’ll be back here to negotiate.”

Jeno leaned forward, watching anxiously.

“Yes, sir,” Your dad answered, nodding. “We have the money here.”

“Hand it over, then.”

That was when Jeno made his mistake. He leaned forward too much, and proceeded to fall right through the hole, bringing down some scraps of the roof with him. As he tumbled through the air, the zoom on his lenses caused him to grow dizzy as he had no idea what he was looking at. He caught himself before he could fall, clumsily commanding D.R.E.A.M to go back to turn off the current protocol. His vision returned to normal, and he swung up onto a rafter holding the warehouse up.

“So, we have company.” Duke didn’t sound as amused as he had before. His face turned into a sneer. “Get him.”

In less than a second, before Jeno could say anything, five guns were pointed directly at him. He managed to swing away before any bullets could hit him.

“Jeno, get out of there now,” Doyoung ordered.

“What about the guns?” Jeno asked, swinging to another rafter. “They know I’m here, I might as well get them before I go—”

“No! Jeno, listen to what I’m telling you. You’ve done more than enough, and you need to let it g—”

Your dad aimed, and a bullet fired right at Jeno’s chest. For a second, he forgot that the chest area of the suit was lined with bulletproof material. While it didn’t shoot into his chest, it ricocheted right off him, and since he was in motion, it somehow caused the bullet to bounce back in the direction in which it came.

The wind was knocked out of Jeno, but it was nothing compared to watching the bullet land in the middle of your father’s chest. On the other line, he heard Doyoung yell, followed by the sound of something falling. And then, as he made his way back towards the hole he’d fallen out of, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the body as it crumpled to the ground.

The others around him scrambled to get back into their respective cars. Jeno was back on the roof now, trying not to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, “Do—Doyoung, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to—”

“Jeno, you need to get out of there, now,” Doyoung said, voice raspy. “GO!”

So he did, and Doyoung cut off the call once he was out of the vicinity. Jeno didn’t blame him. He swung across buildings, feeling numb as he looked for the apartment complex roof where he’d decided to hide his backpack.

When he finally did, he changed in a hurry, before slumping against the wall and forcing himself to take deep breaths.

Doyoung’s dad—your dad—was dead. And it was all his fault.

He cried on the way down the staircase. He cried on his way to the subway. The entire time, he ignored people’s stares. Suddenly everything was too loud, and if he met someone in the eyes he’d just about break down in the middle of the station.

As he got onto the train, Jeno thought about all of the things your dad had done for you, and for Jeno. All the times he'd taken you both to Coney Island in the summer when you were younger. The year Pokemon Go came out he took the both of you driving around in his car so you and Jeno could catch as many Pokemon as you could.

He’d formally adopted you when you were thirteen. You were his daughter in nearly every sense of the word, regardless of blood. And now he was dead, because of a stupid mistake that Jeno had made.

What would you say if you knew? He didn’t want to know. Checking the time on his phone, he saw he’d gotten a message from you just three minutes ago.

[8:36 PM]

y/n: lemme know when ur outside!! :)

“Fuck,” He murmured, wiping his eyes. He knew he needed to stop crying before he got to your house, and he had about ten minutes before he got to his stop, and then another five minute walk to the neighborhood. He focused on taking deep breaths and taking long swigs from his water bottle in the meantime, trying to tune out the sound of other people talking and the sound of the train on the rails.

The walk was the longest five minute walk he’d ever taken. The flashing lights of convenience stores did nothing to calm him down. As the stores in his peripheral vision began transitioning into suburban homes, he felt his heart speed up again. The constant movement as he walked meant he missed his phone vibrating in his backpack as you rang his number.

After what seemed like an eternity, two familiar houses came into his line of vision, and his shoulders slumped as he spotted you on your porch, looking small and teary, curled up into a little ball. In one hand, you were clutching your phone.

His stomach twisted as he put on a confused tone, even though he knew damn well that you knew. “...Y/N?”

You stood up, running to him and burying yourself into his chest, crumpling into his arms. You would have fell over if Jeno hadn’t held both of you up.

“Jeno,” You sobbed, “You’re n-not go-onna believe it.”

He brought a hand up to caress your hair, holding back tears of his own as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Y/N, what happened?”

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2015

This is the last list that was kind of difficult to do and where some cuts had to be made. The next four ones weren’t very good years music-wise and generally speaking.

Also there’s something that embarrasses me even more than Blue (Eiffel 65) somewhere on this top ten. Oops.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

2015 was a bit calmer, apart from the fact I moved out of the appartment and bought one instead of renting one. This is still where I’m living nowadays, it’s not big but having no landlord is a LOT less stressful even if it will take a long time to pay the loan (one time the lock broke and I couldn’t get out and the landlord refused to fix it OR pay for a new lock if I decided to call someone to fix it ; another time someone who had a spare key opened the door while I was wearing a bathrobe and was like “oh. You’re here” and I was like “...I mean..... yeah.... 'cause I live here”). I also made new friends online that year and felt less isolated.

Sidenote, my first “flat” mp3 player’s battery died today but after a quick emergency operation I was able to save the data on it. I used that mp3 player from roughly 2008 to 2013 so that’s a relief, it kinda has sentimental value and I was still using it to listen to DW audios nowadays from time to time.

As you can see in the first picture, my super old portable cd player, which still works fine, by the way, is judging this little amateur so hard right now.

So! This is the year Faithless dropped Faithless 2.0, 21 Pilots dropped Blurryface, Mylène Farmer dropped the surprisingly quite good (for this point in her career) Interstellaires, and Carly Rae Jepsen dropped E MO TION, which would have been my favorite album of the year... if Nightwish hadn’t made the absolutely jawdropping Endless Forms Most Beautiful. A symphonic metal concept album about Earth and evolution and the place of humanity in the universe?? Excuse me? Who’s read my christmas list? My favorite songs on it are Alpenglow, Shudder Before The Beautiful, the title track, Edema Ruh which has the best intro, and of course The Greatest Show On Earth, which is an incredibly ambitious, kinda bloated and quite pretentious (in a good way) song about the history of Earth, looking back from a future where mankind is extinct and concluding “we were here”, and holy shit I get emotional every time, and it’s 24 minutes long, and I still never get bored when I relisten to it. Just amazing.

As far as unelligible songs that piss me off go, it’s all Carly Rae Jepsen: I Really Like You, and especially Run Away With Me. If they had been elligible, that last one would be my #1, definitely.

Here’s some... uh, a lot of honorable mentions, actually.

Budapest (George Ezra) and Chandelier (Sia) - Still elligible, still not on the list.

Cheerleader (OMI) - I have no idea why people dislike this song.

Ex’s and Oh’s (Elle King) - This is one of these songs that would be higher on the list if I had better taste. I still like it a lot though.

FourFiveSeconds (Rihanna, Kanye West, Paul McCartney) - Ditto.

You Know You Like It (DJ Snake) - Great drop. The rest is meh.

Miracle (Julian Perretta) - The opposite of the previous one ; a fantastic song let down by its drop.

Uma Thurman (Fall Out Boy) - This song makes absolutely no sense but it’s a lot of fun nonetheless.

Lean On (Major Lazer) - Super overplayed but holy shit this is incredibly catchy. The bridge is especially great.

Want to want me (Jason Derulo) - If this guy had that kind of song in him why does he suck most of the time. What happened.

Hundred Miles (Yazz) - Nice earworm that never got annoying.

Are you with me (Lost frequencies) - Basically a less good version of Waves from the previous year. This is a compliment.

Ain’t Nobody (Felix Jaehn) - And this is the less good version of Rather Be from the previous year. This is also a compliment.

Laissez Passer (Maître Gims) - When I started to check French hit songs from years where I basically wasn’t listening to the general local radio anymore, some friends told me they were grabbing popcorn and waiting for me to start hating some specific acts. Maître Gims was one of them. To their disappointment, I love just about every non-love, non-breakup hit song he’s ever made. Oops.

Love Me Harder (Ariana Grande & The Weeknd) - It took me ages to like The Weeknd but this song helped a lot. This just sounds fantastic regardless of the content (just saying this because I have a tendency to dislike stuff like that). He isn’t even the best singer of the two on this track, wow.

Millionnaire (Soprano) - In a worse year, this would make the list without question. The lyrics aren’t that original but still very good (love the line “remplis-moi les poches d’espoir” (fill my pockets with hope)) and the melody is just beautiful.

On écrit sur les murs (Kids United) - If you recall I put the original version of this on my 1990 list because I liked the Kids United version a lot and also had nothing else to put at the 10th spot on the 1990 list. The fact that I don’t even have enough space for the better version on this list says a lot about how abysmal 1990 was, music-wise.

And now, the actual list!

10 - Centuries (Fall Out Boy)

US: #43 / FR: Not on the list

Why are these guys still on my lists.

No, seriously. Why. This is yet another song that would be better if it was faster. And the sample is badly used. So I have no idea why it works. One of these days I’ll have to reevaluate Fall Out Boy’s entire discography, take a good look at myself, and admit I possibly like this band and that I’ve been lying to myself for like 15 years... but today is not that day.

9 - Sapés Comme Jamais (Maître Gims)

US: Not on the list / FR: #10

Told you I liked Maître Gims!

Listen. It’s not my place to comment on the ethics of the whole La Sape movement (which can be summarised as “modern black dandies trying to get the most expensive & beautiful clothes possible”) but you have to admit it’s super cool to have a more energetic and fun version of Suit And Tie. God, that beat. And it’s a ton of fun to sing along with the chorus! And it’s such a convincing song when it’s combined with the music video, you kinda want to look as cool and confident as these guys.

Also quick shoutout to the Sapeuses. Absolute legends & queens, every last one of them.

8 - Style (Taylor Swift)

US: #29 / FR: Not on the list

That year my s.o went to a party I didn’t want to go to and came back home completely drunk & way too late, crashed on the couch and started to ramble about how “Style” by Taylor Swift had a better sound mixing than the entirety of Epica’s latest album at the time and how amazing it was. For like half an hour.

I completely agree, just to clarify.

7 - Cool For The Summer (Demi Lovato)

US: #53 / FR: Not on the list

In what is possibly the least controversial opinion on this entire list: I love Cool For The Summer, the melody is great, the lyrics are good, the singing is the best, and you all know that and you all love this song, so yeah. Moving on to-

Oh god here comes #6. Oh shit. Oh no.

Can’t we just skip it and pretend-

6 - Animals (Maroon 5)

US: #46 / FR: Not on the list

So. I.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

How can I justify this bullshit.

The truth is: I can’t. Not really. I’m not even entirely sure what happened here. I hate this band and have always hated them, from the start. The lyrics are painfully stupid. The singing is as atrocious as ever. The “AWOOOOO” bit on the bridge is absolutely ridiculous. None of Levine’s “oh look at me I’m so dangerous” act remotely works. There isn’t a single thing I find competent here apart from the melody. I mean it. I’m not saying any of this to look cool. If I wanted to look cool, this certainly wouldn’t be on the list.

But you know what, the sheer incompetence on display here may be exactly why I like it. If it was a credible serial killer song written like an upbeat pop song, it would be disturbing and unlistenable. But the way it’s made, it simply sounds stupid, so you keep imagining some sort of inoffensive nerd pretending he’s a horrible monster (and failing) whenever you hear it. And that, I think, is what pushes it squarely into the “so bad it’s f█cking fantastic” territory, where it joins Butterfly from my 2001 list.

That sounds about right.

5 - Adventure of a Lifetime (Coldplay)

US: Not on the list / FR: #29

I haven’t mentioned A Head Full of Dreams in that year’s albums, because it came out at the very end of 2015 so I mostly consider it to be a 2016 album. It’s not as good as Mylo Xyloto, and not as consistant as Ghost Stories, but it contains some real gems. Adventure of a Lifetime isn’t nearly my favorite song on it, and I still put it super high here. I love the lyrics in particular (”under this pressure, under this weight, we are diamonds taking shape” oh damn) but the song itself just makes you want to move. I literally can’t listen to it without at least moving my head in rhythm a little bit. It’s nearly as colorful as the album cover. And it’s a joy to sing along the “woooohooooo”s!

4 - Stolen Car (Mylène Farmer & Sting)

US: Not on the list / FR: #61

This is Stolen Car (Take Me Dancing), from Sting (2004), rewritten as a half English half French duet where it’s unclear if the female singer is the imaginary lover or the car in the story. You might want to re-read that sentence.

What did I say on a previous list? Ah yes, “I see a duet between two singers I like and I die instantly”. This is also the last time Mylène Farmer is going to appear on one of my lists. I could say “self care”, but I genuinely don’t like any of her more recent hits, at all. Whatever. She’s been on these lists since the very first one (1988) anyway.

It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

3 - Shut Up And Dance (Walk the Moon)

US: #6 / FR: Not on the list

And for the second least controversial opinion on this list: despite the massive overplay, I never EVER got tired of this, it’s colorful, energetic, super fun, and it’s still on my mp3 player to this day. Just a fantastic song. And a great band! I wish One Foot had been elligible for a future list, it’s super good. Aw.

2 - Ego (Willy Williams)

US: Not on the list / FR: #69

This is a song about a guy who imagines himself as this super cool elegant dude, but when he looks at himself in the mirror he hates everything he’s seeing.

I know this isn’t supposed to be a song about gender dysphoria but my god is this shit relatable.

To make things even better, it’s served by creepy music box sounds ala The Birthday Massacre and by an untouchable, strange beat. It’s a dark, weird song, but it’s all kinds of wonderful and catchy as hell, and apparently I’m not the only one to think that considering the mindboggling number of views on the youtube music video. Watch it if you haven’t seen it, it’s hypnotic and makes the song even better.

I only discovered this song last year but I’ve listened to it so much since then I really debated if this should be at the #1 spot. It’s just... so horribly relatable.

But you know what’s even more relatable?

Being broke and sad and still trying to have the time of your life.

1 - Downtown (Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)

US: #84 / FR: Not on the list

Some people call this Thriftshop 2.0 but I think it’s even better than Thriftshop, which was, if you recall one of my previous lists, already pretty damn good in my opinion.

As you probably already know, it’s a song about a guy buying a moped and bragging about him and his friends, and their mopeds, and how cool they look when they ride downtown on their mopeds. I never owned a moped in my life. But I have a super small & shitty car which I love very much and so it’s very relatable. Also I’ve never written the word ‘moped’ so often in a single paragraph before in my life.

I love every single person who sings on this track. I love the music video. I’ve been trying to match the flow of the second verse ever since it came out and I still can’t do it with my shitty accent. It’s full of weird and corny lines, but that’s also why I love it so much. The dialogue at the beginning! “Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels”! “Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki, I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the wasabi”! “My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather / But girl, we could still ride together / You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab / F█ck a bus pass, you got a moped man”!! “Cut the bullshit / Get off my mullet / Stone washed, so raw / Moped like a bullet - NYAOOOOOO”!! “Running around the whole town / Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down." / Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the f█ck out / Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down”!!! Oh shit, I basically quoted one third of the song. I just. Ugh. I love it so much, okay?

Cringe culture is dead and we peed on its grave. We spend enough time in our lives feeling miserable. Like what you like. Even if it’s super ridiculous. No: especially if it’s super ridiculous. Live a little, damn it.

Next up: The Year Everything Went Wrong Except Pop Music

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thedaughterofkings · 7 years

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the one I want

Finished for Sterekweek ‘17 Days Four and Five: Mates and Lyrics&Quotes, though it was originally started for Solstice, the Sterek charity zine! Check it out, preorders start in November and you don’t want to miss that!

I ended up submitting another fic for the zine, so now you get to enjoy 2.1k of a soulmate AU with soulsongs!

We’re soaring, flying, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach…

“If we’re trying, so we’re breaking free,” Derek sings under his breath while brushing his teeth and chokes on his toothpaste when Laura suddenly speaks up behind him:

“High School Musical? Really, little bro?”

“Shut up, Laura,” Derek croaks and slams the door in her face.

His soulmate is either a twelve year old girl or hates him. They’ve been singing nothing but High School Musical for days and Derek is going out of his mind. Sure, his mum gets misty eyed whenever he starts singing, talking about “soul songs” and how lucky he is to have a soulmate close enough to hear his heart song, but Derek has some serious doubts about this soulmate business if it makes him belt out Get’cha Head in the Game in the middle of the basketball court. How strong the urge is to sing along with your soulmate out loud supposedly depends on how close you are to them, but Derek couldn’t find anyone who looked like they were currently singing High School Musical in the crowd, so not even embarrassing himself in front of most of the school got him any closer to finding out who his soulmate is.

Derek wants to find them so he can wring their neck, not because he’s “secretly a romantic marshmallow at heart”, no matter what Laura says.

Until he can get his revenge in person, though, he’s going to put on some speed metal on the way to school and yell along in the car. If there’s any good in the world his soulmate will be taking the bus to school and be forced to screech along with him.

Derek never claimed to be a good person and he’s getting really fed up with High School Musical.

~*~

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy...

“But here’s my number, so call me maybe,” Derek says through clenched teeth and the barista laughs at him.

“I don’t go for jailbait, kid, but here’s your coffee and call me maybe in five years,” he says and Derek snatches his coffee and hurries out of the café with his face burning hotly.

This stupid song has been stuck in his head for weeks, thanks to everyone and their mother - including his soulmate - singing it. Mostly Derek has been able to ignore the urge to sing along - other than proximity, enthusiasm is the most important factor when it comes to soulsongs. If you just hum a song under your breath, your soulmate probably won’t even hear it. If you sing along to something on the radio and are separated by a couple of blocks, your soulmate is probably going to hear it and be filled with a slight urge to sing along, but that urge is nothing you can’t resist. But just as the urge gets stronger the closer two soulmates are, it also grows with the enthusiasm of the singer. So for Derek not being able to resist the push of the soulsong, his soulmate has to be either around the corner or belting out Carly Rae Jepsen as if his life depends on it.

Yes, his. Derek can’t know for sure until he meets him, but occasionally he can hear an actual voice singing their soulsong and he’s pretty sure it’s male. Laura’s romance novels - which Derek reads for research, really! - always read that as a sign for an especially strong connection, but Derek isn’t sure how reliable they really are. An awful lot of Lairds and Ladies discover that their soulmate has been the stable boy all along in those novels, and that just doesn’t seem statistically probable. But still, Derek’s soulmate is almost definitely male and quite probably near him singing Carly Rae Jepsen.

So Derek quickly looks around to make sure no one is near him and then starts singing himself:

“Shut up, just shut up, shut up!”

Singing a Black Eyed Peas song that will have him declare himself “crazayyyyy for tryin’ to be your ladyyyy” in just a few lines might not be the best choice, but Derek hopes that it’ll get his opinion on Carly Rae Jepsen’s telephone struggles across nevertheless.

~*~

Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven. Will it be the same, if I saw you in heaven …

Derek bites his lip and looks around automatically, hoping to see someone singing Eric Clapton, but everyone seems to be deep in conversation with someone else. Out of the corner of his eye he thinks he sees one of Cora’s classmates leave the cafeteria, but he’s gone too quickly for Derek to check whether he might have been singing.

His soulmate had sounded so sad and while he’s mostly been a giant pain in Derek’s ass so far, he feels as though he has to do something to help. That’s hard to do without knowing what’s wrong, though, or even what’s wrong with whom, as he’s still no closer to finding out who his soulmate is. There’s no way to comfort his soulmate physically, but there’s one thing Derek can do:

“Don't give up 'Cause you have friends. Don't give up You're not beaten yet. Don't give up I know you can make it good.”

~*~

Took her bowling in the arcade We went strolling, drank lemonade...

Laura has declared the week ‘Grease week’ and it’s all they’ve been watching and listening to for three days and Derek doesn’t even mind. Summer Nights in particular has been stuck in his head and he’s singing it under his breath on his cooling down walk home after his daily run through the preserve. As he’s alone he’s doing both parts to the best of his ability, but when he sings the next lines, a different voice answers him.

“We made out under the dock-” Derek sings and the new voice continues:

“- we stayed out 'til ten o'clock. Summer fling, don't mean a thing, But ah, oh, those summer nights.”

Derek whirls around and sees a guy who looks vaguely familiar. He’s got messy brown hair, laughing light brown eyes, and dark moles scattered all over his pale skin. Derek is pretty sure he’s one of Cora’s classmates. He thinks he knows him actually - it’s Sheriff Stilinski’s son, if Derek is not mistaken, Stiles.

“Dude, Grease!” Stiles says, grinning widely, and Derek automatically retorts: “Don’t call me ‘Dude’.”

“What should I call you then?” Stiles asks, unperturbed, and Derek suddenly develops a coughing fit because - was that flirting? It’s not unheard of - they are not the Victorians after all, obsessed with keeping all contact between anyone but mates or family to a very decorous minimum. There’s no guarantee to hear your soulsong and find your soulmate, so of course people flirt, hoping to find a partner nevertheless. But Derek has been hearing his soulsong for most of his life, and it just hadn’t felt right to go look for anyone but his soulmate. So he’d just awkwardly glowered whenever someone had tried to approach him and eventually people stopped trying. But that means his first hand knowledge of flirting comes from Laura’s romance novels and again, Lairds and Ladies are not the most realistic example to model your experiences on. So Derek just offers his names slightly hesitantly:

“Derek? I mean, I’m Derek, Derek Hale.”

“Oh, you are Cora’s brother!” Stiles exclaims and sticks his hand out for a fist bump that Derek returns, increasingly bewildered. “I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski, and we should totally sing Grease together!”

Derek manages to hold back the automatic “I know” in reaction to Stiles offering his name, but instead he blurts: “We should?” which really isn’t much smoother.

“Yes, we should!” Stiles insist and starts: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast-”

He looks at Derek expectantly and Derek just can’t resist those puppy dog eyes (and the insistent voice in the back of his head saying how familiar Stiles’ voice sounds despite Derek never having heard it before): “Summer lovin’, happened so fast-”

Stiles cheers and continues with a wink: “I met a boy crazy for me-”

Derek can feel his cheeks growing hot and his voice is slightly hoarse on the next line: “I met a boy, cute as can be-”

This time it’s Stiles’ turn to blush and duck his head and Derek’s voice comes steadier again as they join up on the next lines:

Summer days driftin' away, To uh - oh those summer nights…

~*~

I'm walking on sunshine (Wow!) And don't it feel good!

“So happy, dear bro?” Laura sticks her head into Derek’s room with a grin and laughs when Derek falls off his bed. He’d been jumping around and singing along with his soulmate until Laura interrupted him and not even lying on his back like a turtle can wipe the grin off his face. His soulmate has been happy, happier than happy, singing joyful songs in a voice that is feeling more familiar every day.

Derek has been spending more time with Stiles lately, Stiles joining him on his daily runs regularly, but also seeking out Derek in school for lunch or in between classes. He is always singing, an eclectic mix of Disney songs and eighties power ballads and whatever's top of the charts right now. Derek mostly rolls his eyes at Stiles’ antics (it comes without saying that Stiles’ renditions always have to include a full blown choreography), but sometimes he retaliates with musical theatre, symphonic metal, and on one very memorable occasion with a perfect rendition of the fresh Prince of Bel Air.

That night his soulsong is full of kings and princes and thrones and “chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool” and Derek just knows who his soulmate is, but at the same time he doesn’t know. Not for sure. It might all still be a remarkable coincidence. Not very likely, but possible and Derek can’t take the chance. So he’s going to - as Laura likes to tell him - put on his big boy pants and sing his soulsong and hope it’ll be answered. Tomorrow. Tonight he’s going to sing happy songs in his room and hope his soulmate hears them, too.

Because I’m happy …

~*~

I got chills they're multiplying And I'm losing control 'Cause the power you're supplying It's electrifying…

Derek is in the forest, waiting for Stiles, and singing his soulsong. There’s a difference between simply singing and singing your soulsong. The latter depends on intent and belief and hope. The intent to promise yourself to another, the belief that you’ve found them, and the hope that they feel the same. Singing your soulsong gives your soulmate a choice: to accept or to reject - but ignoring it is not an option. So Derek hopes to hear his soulsong returned - by Stiles of course.

“You better shape up, 'cause I need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up, you better understand To my heart I must be true-”

Stiles does not just sing the next lines - Stiles does all the jumps and twirls and shimmies Sandy does and even a cops a feel. There’s a pronounced blush on his cheeks, but it seems to have been caused by delight rather than anger, and Derek feels the ball of icy anxiety in his belly melt. His soulmate is Stiles, that much is clear, the only thing that remains in question is what Stiles’ answer is going to be. But Derek has a hunch what it might be:

“Nothing left, nothing left for me to do-”

Stiles winks and sings one last line:

“You're the one that I want!”

Then he throws himself at Derek in an exuberant hug that sends them both to the forest floor. The impact knocks the breath out of Derek but Stiles’ face close to his, bright with joy and framed by leaves caught in his hair, more than makes up for it. Stiles settles in more comfortably on top of Derek and grins down at him. Derek swallows and asks, still slightly breathless:

“Is that your answer?”

Stiles smirks and whispers:

“You are the one I want, Derek Hale.”

And then he ducks his head down for a kiss that first knocks their teeth together painfully, but gentles when Derek curves one hand around the back of Stiles’ head and slightly tugs until their mouths fit together perfectly. Stiles sinks more heavily into Derek’s embrace and Derek wraps his other arm around Stiles’ waist securely and loses himself in the kiss.

In his head, their soulsong continues:

Oo-oo-oo, honey The one that I want You are the one I want

[my other Sterekweek 2017 fics]

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minnesotacumdumpster · 5 years

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Christmas had always sorta sucked. Every year it seemed like more and more things went wrong for Kendall Knight. Growing up without a dad made the holidays depressing, there was the year the tree fell on top of him while he was napping on the couch, and while meeting Miranda Cosgrove was a night he’ll never forget, that Christmas he got stuck in LA and had to eat the same shitty canned ham as B*tters was a low point he didn’t know the holiday could reach. Watching Dustin fuck his brother last year kinda sucked too, but it was a step in the right direction.

Needles to say, when Carlos offered to bring Kendall with him to Maui for the holidays, the blond nearly had to call 911 after the pounding in his chest didn’t stop after an hour and a half. It had been way too long since he’d been on vacation. He’d been strapped for cash ever since the last four songs of his earned a collective $7.68. Sitting around the apartment and eating snickerdoodles every day was only possible because Logan didn’t know that he was still logged into his Amazon account on Kendall’s iPad.

Plus, it’d been far too long since he’d spent any time with Carlos. He really missed hanging out with the man. Getting married and adopting a baby created a divide in their social lives. Living with some of his closest friends was a dream come true, but one of the few things that made Christmas bearable while growing up was because of the gift exchange Kendall would do with Logan, Carlos and James. Sadly, nothing like that happened anymore. The fact that these four hadn’t been together in years made him want to cry himself to sleep more than he usually did.

Carlos told Kendall to pack his bags because he’d be flying in on his third jet on Thursday so that the two could spend some quality time together throughout the weekend. He explained he needed to go film some commercial for a cologne and Alec wouldn’t be able to make it because of some stupid prior commitment to his dumbass mom and dad for the holidays. Carlos wasn’t on the best speaking terms with either Logan or James, so Kendall was the only option left after he tried calling Katie and she had the nerve to not pick up after two rings.

“Hey, can I borrow some of your swimming trunks? Logan Jr. is sleeping on my pair and I will NOT wake her up.” Kendall asked, looking over to Dustin. “Kendall you know I don’t wear anything when I go swimming. Jeez.”, the older male mumbled to himself as his eyes stayed glued to the screen of his chrome pink DS. Samus still had two stocks and Dustin was sweating his ass off. He knew he shouldn’t have picked Larry.

“I’m so excited man. I don’t think I’ve been on vacation since we snuck on Logan’s tour bus. Are you gonna miss me while I’m gone?” Dustin sighed, pausing the game since his boyfriend refused to shut the hell up. “Eh. Logan said he’s bringing all of ex boyfriends over so they can give him presents. I’m kinda excited to drink some wine and watch all of that unfold.”

“I’m just ready to work on my tan, catch up with an old friend and ignore this stupid holiday.” Kendall exclaimed as he stuffed a 7th Tamagotchi into his suitcase. “We get it. You hate Christmas. You don’t need to bring it up every 12 seconds.” Dustin replied, shooting a fed up look as he stood up from their bed. “Yeah, well you don’t need to bring up your 11 inch dick all the time but you don’t hear me complaining.” The blond said, cocking an eyebrow and causing Dustin to chuckle.

“The jet is here…bitches..I’ll see you guys in a few days!” Kendall shouted through the apartment, awkwardly and trying to sound important. “Cya Kendall!” Jo shouted as she ran through the kitchen and up to the blond to give him a quick hug goodbye. “Uh, where is everyone?” Kendall asked, cocking an eyebrow at her while she frantically tried to hide behind him. “We’re playing freeze tag. Victoria is it and she’s ruthl-EAHHHHHHHHHH!’ she screamed as Victoria all of a sudden leapt over the kitchen table with her claws out.

“and then, Elle said that taking a shower less than a day after a perm would deactivate the ammonium thiglycolate, solving the case and proving her worth as a real lawyer.”

“I’m glad to see you haven’t changed at all.” Kendall laughed. He missed this. Carlos was..so nice. It seemed so unusual to Kendall after living with two men who had to make a sarcastic comment toward him any chance they got. He missed the days of being the defacto leader of his friend group. The feeling of everyone looking to him for advice and the mindset he was in during his time in Big Time Rush had sadly faded away, just like his aspirations for his life. After seemingly every dream he had was crushed and every friendship was ruined or became estranged, it was no wonder he had such negative feelings toward a cheery holiday that now served no purpose but to remind the blond of the downward spiral his life was trapped in.

“Do you want another glass of champagne?” Carlos asked.

“Of course!” Kendall beamed.

“and that’s the story of the 3rd time I had to tell a twelve-year-old to kill herself.” Logan said, eliciting a boisterous reaction from the people in attendance of his Christmas party. Lorde in particular was laughing so hard she had to pull out her inhaler. Logan was enjoying the attention from everybody, as usual, and was impatient to open all the gifts he demanded every guest bring him that night.

He’d been terrified Kendall wouldn’t find other plans for the night until Carlos invited him to Maui. The chart-topping superstar had bought several boxes of Febreze just in case that hadn’t happened. All his best friends and, as far as he was aware, all but two of his ex-boyfriends had shown up. He lost count at 39. Truth be told, he was mildly upset they were all getting along so well. He’d been hoping there’d be more tension between them and they’d fist fight to determine who’d be the one he used as a chair for night. This was also the first night his two current boyfriends would be in the same place. Jake Miller, his on again off again boyfriend since 2015, only came after Logan bribed his family $50k to pretend like Jake didn’t exist during the entire holiday season. Diego Boneta was his other boyfriend, who Logan briefly dated back in 2016 and then came back into his life this summer when Logan bumped into him in the ER. As it turned out, punching Kendall 17 times in the face (with several rejected but kept engagement rings on) would break his nose. Diego’s aunt’s heart was beating irregularly, and he was the only by her side until he saw Logan and they went on a trip to Disneyland together. Kendall and Diego’s aunt had to share an Uber later that night.

Now that he thought of it, he had no idea where either of his boyfriends were.

His roommates seemed to be having a nice time though. Victoria, who couldn’t handle her alcohol at ALL, was five seconds away from face planting into her signature spinach and artichoke dip. Jo was playing Pokemon Yahtzee Jr. with Carly Rae Jepsen, Hillary Duff and Jimmy Kimmel, and Dustin was practically gasping for air sitting on the couch stuck between several bodybuilders he’d only seen cooking Logan breakfast omelets in their kitchen naked before this night.

The night wasn’t cracking up to be what he’d hoped for either. There wasn’t enough tension! He’d been banking on catfights, maybe some wrestling and/or a vase being smashed over a head, but nothing! He’d play Happy Home Designer to pass the time but his DS was dead and all of the outlets in the house were occupied by phone chargers because these gays couldn’t go nine seconds without checking Instagram.

Plus, all his wine had been spilled after Logan Jr. knocked the bottle over. He couldn’t be mad though. She was nervous around the large amount of people and she wasn’t used to wearing her tap shoes. With that, he decided it was time to leave. He’d go into the lobby, watch Sailor Moon on his phone until his battery died., and go from there.

The brunet managed to slip out the front door of 2J unnoticed, thankfully. Slipping his hands into his jacket pockets, he made his way towards the stairs. The Palmwoods halls on Christmas Eve were eerie to the man. He’d never been too big of a fan of Christmas either, what with his parents kicking him out of the house for being gay when he was a teenager and all. The only good experience with the holiday had been the past few years with Kendall, so hearing the blond trash talk it so heavily pissed him off just a little. Moving into the hotel over five years ago now was one of the best decisions of his life, and seeing it so devoid of life at this hour made it seem so unlike the way he viewed it that day he first arrived and met Kendall.

Everybody’s lives were so different at that point too. While laying in bed together with Kendall talking about which Neopets were the cutest was the norm now, he was incredibly anxious around the younger male when they first met. Dustin wasn’t too familiar with Big Time Rush while they were active, so meeting Kendall only a few days after the band’s break up made it hard for him to feel too much sympathy about it. The blond was still very confident in himself and he intimidated Dustin in a way that’s completely gone now. Logan was the opposite, seeming like a complete and utter nerd devoid of any chance of becoming People Magazine’s #1 Asshole of the Year, but here we are now. And Carlos certainly didn’t seem like the type to become a multimillion-dollar mogul with his own brand of cologne and non-fat yogurt.

Dustin couldn’t really say the same for James. He’s still never met him. They barely missed each other, what with Dustin moving into the Palmwoods just 16 hours after James took off. Judging by what Kendall and Logan had to say about him, he seemed like an asshole. And not in the fun way Logan was. Despite moving back into the hotel this summer, James still hadn’t come into contact with his former friends. Kendall and Logan didn’t even seem to acknowledge his presence. From what Dustin could deduce from the man’s Instagram account he stalked one night, he was dating Jett Stetson, living in this penthouse suite of the hotel and didn’t have a job. After several failed attempts at a music career, acting career and being humiliated on several reality shows, James had no drive to do anything with his life anymore.

The musician arrived to the center of the hall and pressed the down button on the elevator. Despite being on the second floor, he really couldn’t muster up the energy to walk down a flight of stairs right now, and nobody was around to make him feel ashamed about it.

But maybe it was fate at work, because as soon as the elevator doors opened, Dustin was met face to face with James Diamond.

“HOLY SHIT!!” Kendall roared as he tore off the Hello Kitty wrapping paper encasing a brand new Nintendo Switch.

“Merry Christmas man.” Carlos laughed as he watched the raw emotion pouring out of Kendall’s face right now. The two sat across from each other on the balcony of Carlos’ mansion, overlooking the sunset over the ocean. A ginormous silver Christmas tree stood in the corner baring at least 100 gifts, all addressed to Kendall. The two were wearing matching pajamas, made up of white cashmere shirts and red flannel sweatpants lined with microscopic diamonds. Carlos really went all out for the blond this year, hoping to spark some Christmas cheer once again, while also subtly letting him know it’s unacceptable to only own one pair of jeans.

“Thank you Carlos. You really have no clue how much this means to me.” Kendall began to choke up. “I’m so grateful to have you in my life, and I’m sorry I couldn’t get you anything. I love you.”

Hearing that made Carlos sort of emotional too. He cherished his time growing up with Kendall and to a certain degree wished he could still live in 2J with his friends. But he wouldn’t give up his marriage, career or child under any circumstances. He loved his life now and wanted nothing more than for Kendall to feel the same. “I love you too buddy.” Carlos said as he took another sip of his eggnog.

“I’m so excited to play this! Ugh I need to call Logan and tell him right now!!!!” the blond said as he fumbled with his phone.

“And after I told her off, that girl scout never tried any shit with me ever again.” Logan explained, telling his story to Charli XCX, Troye Sivan and Nikki Blonsky, making them laugh just as hard as they did when they heard the story 20 minutes ago. Looking down, he felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out to read “My Everything<3<3<3 is calling”.

“Sorry guys, I need to take this.” He told the three just as he walked down the hallway to hear better. “Hello? No! Kendall! You’re being a fucking idiot!”

“Whatever. Just don’t think for one second you’re ever allowed to race as Rosalina. Bye.” Logan said, spiking his phone down on the ground. He was getting tired of the coral iPhone XR anyways. Just before turning around to go back to his party, he heard Jake’s voice coming from the bathroom. Annoyed that his boyfriend had been missing for the entire night, he kicked the door open with his 6 inch stiletto furiously, fully prepared to yell at him for looking at himself in the mirror for too long, which was a common occurrence.

The last thing he expected to see was Jake cheating on Logan with his other boyfriend. The musician was sitting fully naked on the sink while Diego, wearing only a pair of skinny jeans, jerked his cock and kissed his neck.

“Logan!” the two shouted in unison as they snapped their necks toward the door to see him standing there, unable to react.

Dustin stepped into the elevator, awkwardly reaching in front of James to select the floor he wanted to go to. Unfortunately, James was headed to the top floor, so Dustin was going to have to ride all the way to the top with him first. Silently standing side by side in an elevator wasn’t how he’d envisioned their first time meeting.

“Hi Dustin.” James said, laughing under his breath at the clearly uncomfortable situation. Dustin was taken aback, actually sort of surprised James even knew his name. “Uhh, hi.” He replied. He took a moment to look to his left at James. He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder, and was dressed in black shorts, a blank tank top and a black snapback. Judging by the attire and the fine coat of sweat all over him, Dustin could assume he just got done working out.

“How’s it going?” James asked, making Dustin’s eyes snap up from the brunet’s well toned legs up to his eyes. “Um, good! I guess. Just going to the lobby to hang out.” Dustin said, half smiling at James who was giving off the same pompous vibes Dustin knew he’d have. “What’s wrong? Kendall and Logan pissing you off?” “No, uh- Logan’s preoccupied with his party and Kendall’s on vacation with Carlos.”

“Oh.” James said solemnly. With that, any cockiness, any attitude he had with Dustin was put to a halt as he straightened his posture and his eyes went back to the front of the elevator. He’d admit it, he was a little pissed off none of his former friends made any effort to see him. Sure, they were still on bad terms, but he’s sexy! Hot people should be forgiven of all of their faults, the brunet consistently thought to himself whenever he thought about how absurd it was that none of the three ex-bandmates forgave him for his streak of homophobic remarks online.

And in all honesty, he had changed. After coming to terms with his sexuality, he felt deep remorse for taking his internalized bigotry out on Carlos and Logan. He’d never directly insulted Kendall, but he knew he still hurt the blond with everything that happened. And on top of that, meeting Jett again gave him a new perspective on everything in his life. The former musician found himself living in a homeless shelter for a month before Jett came in. The arrogant blond had turned over a new leaf after having some similar career troubles. With New Town High being cancelled and his agent going missing in a scuba diving trip gone wrong, Jett was suddenly out of work and his time left in his apartment was dwindling. The distinction between him and James was that instead of shunning his coworkers, Jett took any job he could get. Stocking craft services for movie sets, interning at local radio stations and playing extras in films were how he got by for a while until a casting director recognized him from his previous work, as well as appreciating the speed he’d restock the peanut M&Ms on set.

Taking note of the grind Jett had been on, he was given the lead role of a brand new show that later wound up being an enormous success. This time spent working odd jobs humbled the blond, so when he came across James while volunteering at a soup kitchen, he couldn’t help but feel compelled to take him in. After paying for a haircut, a new wardrobe and a hot meal, Jett explained the remorse he had for being such an insufferable dick to James and his friends years back. He told James he could stay with him in the penthouse for as long as he needed, which had eventually turned into him helping James coming to terms with his homosexuality, and the two falling in love.

It was really strange how fast it happened too. Jett, for all things considered, saved his life, and his new lifestyle was helping make James a better person as well. He wanted to be in touch with his old friends again, but he knew it would be best for them to come to him. Despite this, it still stung knowing that they’d had seven months to come upstairs and say hi, but still nothing. He’d spent some time listening to Logan and Kendall’s music and was genuinely proud of them, and was happy to at least get to finally meet Dustin now, who was still unsure how to treat James.

“So, what are you off to?” Dustin said, breaking James out of his long winded reflection of the last few years of he and Jett’s lives.

“Was about to sit my ass on the couch, heat up some pizza roles and watch Stuart Little 2. You’re more than free to join me. Don’t think the lobby is the most festive place right now.”

“Good point. God when will Bitters just die already?”

Both men shared a laugh for a second, leading to another awkward silence.

“Jett’s not home either, so I’d like some company. Would be nice to finally get to talk to you.” James said, flashing a smile.

“Ehhh, I don’t know. No offense, but if Kendall knew I was—” Dustin said, being cut off as the elevator finally halted and opened up right into the penthouse suite.

Jett’s apartment was furnished with exquisite Italian white leather couches, several fish tanks and had THE most tasteful recessed lighting Dustin had ever seen. Not to mention access to the exclusive roof patio and Jett’s personal pool. Just because he was humble didn’t mean he couldn’t spoil himself, and now James, who only left the apartment to either go to the gym or to Arby’s.

“C’mon, let me show you our 88” plasma.” James said as he strode into the apartment, dropping his bag onto the marble countertop.

Seven drinks deep, Kendall and Carlos had reached their emotional peak. Kendall migrated over to the couch Carlos sat on, bodies pressed together as they laughed while reminiscing about all of the funny shit that happened to them after moving to LA.

“Okay, but remember when fucking SNOOP DOGG came to our Christmas dinner?” Kendall practically yelled, followed by the cackling of both of them.

“God that was so funny looking back.” Carlos breathed as his head fell down into the blond’s lap. “I missed this Kendall. I really love you man.”

Looking down at his friend, Kendall blushed. “I love you too Carlos. And I know I said it already, but I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you any gifts this year.”

“Well..” Carlos said, tongue lingering against his teeth. “If you really love me, there’s something you can do for me.”

Kendall knew exactly what was coming next. And he was too drunk to do anything expect laugh into his hands.

Carlos repositioned himself, rising to his knees and straddling Kendall’s lap. His hands went straight to the top button of the blond’s pajama shirt as his fingers struggled to pop the button out of the hole. “Alec has been gone for three days.” Carlos whispered, popping a button. “I haven’t had anything in my ass since he left.” Kendall’s breath got harder as another button popped. “Do you want to fuck me?” Carlos asked, popping the third button.

“Fuck..” Kendall struggled to even think about the answer. He was already pretty drunk, and all of the blood rushing to his cock made it hard to focus on anything except Carlo’s knuckles teasing his chest. “Yes. Fuck….yes.”

“Hhmm.” Carlos chuckled. “How long have you wanted to fuck me?” he asked as he continued down the row of buttons. Kendall would’ve answered had it not been for Carlos dropping his ass down onto his painfully growing bulge.

“I know you heard Logan and I going at it when we were dating. I always wondered why you never joined in.”

“Carlos..” Kendall choked out.

“Remember when Alec would come over? I know you were picturing what we looked like when we’d eat dinner together.”

If Kendall could even make an audible sound right now, it would be completely unintelligible.

“I love riding him. I sorta go crazy anytime I can get his dick inside of me. Logan’s too! I would loooove when he’d fuck me.” Carlos continued, pressing his ass down especially hard when he said love.

“Nghh.” Kendall miraculously sounded out as his hands gripped the shorter males ass, guiding it as it moved around.

“I was always sad you never got to fuck me.” Carlos said, finally undoing all of the buttons. “Logan told me all about how you are.” Carlos grabbed both sides of the shirt and quickly tore it off the taller male.

As soon as it was gone, Kendall’s lips attached to the base of Carlos’ neck, eliciting a moan. With much, much less care Carlos had for the shirt, Kendall tore the material straight off the other male’s torso, revealing a very well toned upper body, coated with a neatly kept patch of chest hair.

The two rose to their feet and their lips attacked one another. Kendall’s hands trailed up and down Carlos’ muscular arms and craned his neck downward to take in all of the man he could. Carlos slid his tongue past Kendall’s lips, exploring every inch of his mouth while his hands pressed against his friend’s pale stomach.

Suddenly, Carlos broke away, swiftly turning around and climbing upon the other couch, followed by him pulling his pants down just far enough to expose his tight ass to Kendall. It was definitely unlike the ones he was used to. Dustin’s was ginormous. Two fleshy globes covered in hair. Logan’s was fat as well, but completely hairless and very pale. Carlos would fit right in the middle, size-wise. He had tan marks, courtesy of a speedo and his ass was extra hairy around his hole.

And with his dark brown eyes looking over his shoulder and a few shakes of his butt, Kendall was almost tripping trying to yank his pants off and makes his way over so he could sink his dick in there.

“So let me get this straight.” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his two boyfriends looked nervously between each other. “You two thought it would be a good idea to fuck each other..in my apartment..”

“Logan, we-“ Diego interrupted before being cut off by Logan’s finger pressing up against his pretty pink lips. The taller male looked down into his boyfriend’s eyes, or, at least he tried to make them out through his sunglasses.

“Without me!?”

With that, Diego and Jake both took a sigh of relief. They both knew Logan was one to typically overreact, so the risk of being caught making out was certainly dangerous. It had miraculously been the first time they’d been together since they both began dating Logan and they found each other irresistible. Plus, they’d heard one too many stories about how amazing the other’s ass was via Logan on a daily basis. Diego had walked in on Jake mesmerized at how pretty his reflection looked and the alcohol inside the two of them did the rest.

Logan, on the other hand, had been DYING to have a threeway with the two since before he’d even started dating either of them. Both of his boyfriend’s had very different yet hectic schedules, what with Jake constantly performing at concerts for charity and Diego having to juggle school, filming and doing his weekly podcast about woodworking which he never fucking shut up about. Logan had the idea in his head he’d spend the night making all of his guests jealous as his two boy toys felt him up and told him how perfect he was. So when they’d gone missing for the entire party, he thought his chances of bending them over side by side and pounding them were shot.

The brunet put his hand out, helping Jake down off of the sink, taking notice of the way his cock bounced. Jake wasn’t particularly huge, having only a 6 inch dick, which was two inches shy of Diego’s, but neither really mattered to Logan considered they were his strictly obedient bottoms. They’d do anything he instructed with no hesitation and very much so obliged.

The shorter male smirked at his two boyfriends, flicking his index fingers toward himself, signifying he wanted them to kiss him. Both pairs of lips attached to his neck, making their ways either to his collarbone or his ear, electing a moan from Logan, who then wrapped his hands behind their shoulders and felt the two lift him up and carry him out of the bedroom as he sat in their arms.

Pulling out a megaphone, Logan positioned it against his mouth and pointed it toward the main area of the house. “Go home bitches. Party’s over.”

The three made their way upstairs to Logan’s room. The shorter male was let down and suddenly had four hands rubbing up and down him. Diego’s fingers snaked under his XXL shirt and his lips teased Logan’s, just barely touching so he could watch him beg for more. Jake fell to his knees and placed his hands against the top of Logan’s thighs, slowly sliding down toward his knees. He licked a line on the bottom of his now exposed stomach, leading to him sucking on a part of the flesh as he undid Logan’s jeans.

Diego and Logan’s kissing became more passionate the more attention Jake gave to his dick. The brunet took control, grabbing Diego by the face and shoving his tongue down his throat. Similarly, he found his hands grasping the top of Diego’s pants and yanked them down as far as he could. He felt himself spun around and with a firm push, he was face first on the king sized bed taking up too much space in Logan’s room.

The brunet tore off his jeans and kicked off his shoes, sinking into a more comfortable position on his knees. He instinctively spread his cheeks, showing off his hairy hole to his boyfriend, who’s dick was now fully engulfed by Jake. “Fuckin’ right.” Logan smiled, pleased at how obedient he had his boys. The world famous musician unbuttoned his shirt before discarding it and tore his cock out of Jake’s mouth before he got behind Diego on his knees and grabbed his ass, diving in with his tongue and licking every inch of his crack, generating a muffled groan from Diego into the goose down blanket imported from Monaco. Jake immediately got back into position, laying on the carpet under Logan, who was using his chest as a seat. He found Logan’s cock with his lips once again, immediately slobbering on it as he looked up towards his boyfriend’s several chins.

Taking a breath from Diego’s ass, Logan took a deep breath “Babe. Finger yourself. Gonna need you loosened up too.”

Jake’s lips popped off Logan’s cockhead with a deep breath of air as well. “Yes daddy.” His hands both laid on the bottom of Logan’s back, gently massaging his pale flesh. His right hand now raised into his mouth as he sucked on the digits before it fell towards his ass and he sunk one inside his tight, trimmed hole. Logan liked his two boyfriends to be distinct, forcing Diego to grow his body hair out and making Jake wax and shave every single day to be completely smooth. Once Jake had gotten loose enough to fit in a second finger, Logan began thrusting down, replacing Jake’s sucking with a forceful face fucking, choking the man with every erratic snap of the hips. With every extra hard thrust, Logan gave an equally hard smack to Diego’s juicy ass. He liked hearing both of his boy’s whimper at the same time. He was amazed he hadn’t even came yet.

The guests downstairs still waiting for their Ubers felt super uncomfortable with every moan, slap and choke sound they were hearing.

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Dustin’s night hadn’t been as fun as either of his roommate’s at this point. Pretty much immediately after he decided to come into James’s apartment, the brunet had not. Stopped. Talking.

He’d been here for 37 minutes and Stuart Little 2 was still stuck on its main menu. And James only gave Dustin like three pizza rolls. On one hand he could appreciate how much James wanted to connect with him. It was cute that he cared so much about his old friend’s he was willing to share every single intimate detail of his monotonous life with him. But on the other hand, if Dustin wanted to listen to vapid Instagay thirst trappers make themselves sound like the second coming of Jesus just because they had a 6-pack and didn’t hate women, he would’ve just stayed at the party!

Eventually he got to the point where he drowned out everything James was saying and started imagining himself winning a grammy. They’d announce Heffron Drive as most iconic band of the century, but Kendall wouldn’t be able to make it because who cares. Dustin would RUN to the stage, and Lady Gaga, being the hilarious, carefree spirit she is, would join Dustin up there in place of Kendall. Then maybe his parents would call him and tell him how proud they are of him for once!

Perhaps if he hadn’t gotten so wrapped up in this fantasy he’d have noticed James flirting with him for the past few minutes. The unemployed ex-musician started going into pretty heavy detail about he and Jett’s sex life, describing how obsessed Jett was with his ass. He spent a few minutes talking about how much he loved to tie James up and followed that up by listing the top 10 times he had his ass ate.

When Dustin’s eyes hadn’t even budged from the ceiling after James told the iconic story of Jett fucking him in the bathroom of a Sonic, James knew he was being ignored. He took matters into his own hands; literally. His left hand landed atop Dustin’s hairy knees and slowly inched into his shorts.

“So! How do you liked to get fucked?”

Dustin couldn’t help but to snap back to reality, look at his knee, look at James, and burst out laughing at this absurd situation he didn’t realize he was in.

With a huff, James rose to his feet and got in front of Dustin, yanking his own shorts down, unveiling his 9 inch cock, pointed straight at the guitarist. “I wanna fuck you. Let’s go!” he shouted.

Dustin….didn’t think he could laugh harder, but he did. He had to remove his glasses for a second to wipe a tear away, already internally ‘dfsgd-ing’ at the idea of telling this story to Logan and Kendall.

“What’s a matter?” James asked under his breath “Never seen a cock this big? Too scared?”

Dustin stopped laughing. His straightened his lips and looked James dead in the eyes as he pulled the front of his shorts down, unleashing his 11.5 inch monster dick. “I think I’d rather fuck you.” Dustin claimed, raising to his feet, stepping forward, cock pushing against James’s. The brunet had wide eyes and a frightened look while Dustin’s demeanor was stern, yet calm. “Come on.” Dustin said, pushing James slowly down to his knees. He shook as he faced the largest cock he’d ever seen, but felt more excited than he was to the idea of topping Dustin’s fat ass.

His lips widened, taking in his dick and slid down gently, getting about 7 inches deep until he felt himself gag. He felt a hand rub through his hair as he heard Dustin softly sigh. He began rocking his hips, making James gag a tad each time. “Fuck yeah..” Dustin whispered. “Takin’ it just like a champ. Just like Kendall.”

With that, James came for the first time that night.

“Ung. Mmm. Oh FUCK. Fuck yes. Fuck fuck fuck yesssssss.” Carlos moaned at the rapid speed of Kendall’s dick entering him from behind. The blond’s fingers dug into his toned thighs and hearing Carlos talk so much was making it hard for him not to blow his load already.

Sadly for Carlos, Kendall pulled out without warning before laying on his back next to the husband. He grabbed him and rolled him over so his back was on Kendall’s chest. Lining his ass up, Carlos was soon getting dicked down once more, and losing his mind. Kendall’s hands wrapped around the man’s abdomen as he snapped his hips upward. “Nghhh, Kendalllll. Fuck me. Ooohhh. Fuck you make me feel so good daddy. So so so gooooood. Love you, unfffgggh. Love your cock. OOOHH fuck! Fuck daddy yess. Ngggh”

“Fuck, Carlos. Your ass is so tight. Look so hot on my dick, fuck.” Kendall couldn’t help but join in.

“Gonna cum…ennghhhhh.” Carlos groaned, gritting his teeth. Kendall’s speed picked up, focusing more on strength than rhythm until he felt Carlos’s hole tighten around his cock, watching his load shoot and land on both of their faces, some going up Kendall’s nose.

Kendall’s load followed suit, quickly spilling into Carlos’s ass and feeling warm around his cock. The two caught their breath, laying in the same position. Carlos tilted his head to the right to lick his cum off of Kendall’s cheek, leading into a sloppy kiss, which resulted in Kendall taking Carlos’s tongue into his mouth and sucking on it.

Several minutes of kissing later, they came down from the high they got from fucking each other for the first time, laughing at the experience. Kendall helped Carlos off of him and the two went inside to the bathroom to clean each other off. Carlos soon after turned on the faucet of the tub to take a shower, inviting Kendall to join him, rather than using one of the 11 other bathrooms.

The taller male stood behind Carlos lathering his back with bodywash and admiring every muscle of his back. “So Alec and I are thinking about adopting another baby.” Carlos stated as he shampooed his hair. “Cool” Kendall replied unenthusiastically as his dick glided up between his tan cheeks, watching his cock go in and out. His hands tightened around his friend’s waist as his head rubbed against the small of Carlos’s back. The shorter male arched his back, hands resting on the wall in front of him as Kendall’s length teased his hole, missing it each time. “Fuuuuuuck”

(here’s where I stopped writing for like 4 weeks lmfao)

“Unf. Fuck. Yeah.. just like that.” Diego breathed out with every jab against his prostate.

The young actor was laying on his stomach at the foot of Logan’s massive custom made bed, having his hole ravaged by his boyfriend’s decently sized cock. On top of him was Jake, whose hole was taking turns with Diego’s.

Logan’s hands massaged Diego’s bulbous ass with every thrust of his hips, loving how fat his boyfriend’s butt was. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that it was his favorite quality of Diego’s.

With a swift motion, Logan removed his dick from the bottom bottom’s ass and quickly reentered Jake’s hole, taking him off guard and causing him to yelp.

“Fuck yeah boys. Takin’ my cock like some champs.” Logan exclaimed, one hand moving to grasp the bottom of Jake’s hair and the other swatting down against Diego’s left ass cheek.

Jake’s moans continued to fill the room as Logan grew closer to climaxing. Had Diego not begun shoving his tongue up into Jake’s mouth, Logan probably could’ve lasted much longer. The sight of that caused him to bust his load deep into Jake’s ass.

The black haired popstar and future world leader took a moment to catch his breath while his two boyfriends continued to tongue fuck each other.

“Alright, get up. Time for me to take care of my boys.” He said with a smirk. The two men got up off of each other, revealing a puddle of cum on the bed from Deigo, as well as a load sprayed up his back. Thankfully, however, both had gotten hard again already at the sight of Logan on his knees with his mouth wide open. Despite being a domineering top, he loved letting his boyfriends facefuck him and make him feel sorta like a slut.

Diego held Logan by the jaw, keeping his head steady as his cock slowly eased in and out of his mouth, staring him deep in the eyes as he continued the motion, only being interrupted by Jake slapping his dick against Logan’s nose and sliding it in alongside Diego’s cock. From there, they both pretty much just did whatever the fuck they wanted while Logan gagged and had the best Christmas of his entire life.

“Ohohohoho..fuuuuuck.God fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“ James moaned against the glass window overlooking downtown Los Angeles. Dustin had a strong grip against the brunet’s head and had his entire body pushed flush against the balcony window as he annihilated James’ ass. He’d never had a dick this big inside of him and Dustin’s lack of empathy for James’ wellbeing wasn’t making taking it any easier.

At least he was certain he looked good, what with all of his muscles pushed up against the glass like that. For all he knew, someone in a neighboring building could be watching them. Hopefully they were enjoying the sight of Dustin biting on James’ ear.

(Took another long ass break here lol)

Suddenly, James felt himself being pushed to the floor and before he knew it, Dustin was straddling him, holding onto one of James’ perky tits in each hand and wedging his cock in between them. The older musician’s fat fucking ass was crushing the brunet’s stomach. In an unusual way, James was loving the pain. He’d never been fucked so recklessly, most men who he’s been with have looked up to him or treated him like the king he likes to think of himself as. Dustin didn’t give a fuck. After hearing so many stories about him, he was fed up with his cocky little smile and his stupid fucking perfect body. Someone needed to put him in his place, and Dustin was satisfied with how much James was getting off on it.

Without warning, Dustin rolled his weight off of James, who had begun stroking himself to the feeling of the cock dragging up his chest. The older male laid beside him on the floor, standing his enormous cock up in his left hand. “Ride.” He commanded.

James was a little embarrassed at how quickly he rolled over, quickly positioning his hole above Dustin’s member. It was the first good glimpse he’d gotten at it in a while and it tripped him out to realize that he fit the entire thing inside of him. He couldn’t believe he was desperately shoving his ass backward onto a cock that long and that thick because he couldn’t get enough of it.

He also couldn’t believe it took so time at all for his ass to sink all the way down into Dustin’s lap. His hands fell to both sides of the male and he quickly began bouncing up and down, giving Dustin a glorious sight of James’ titties bouncing while he tried his best to breath. It didn’t take long for Dustin to get bored laying there, resulting in him halting James and making him turn around.

Suddenly, he wrapped a left hand around both of James’ wrists, yanking him backward as he began fucking upward, assaulting the model’s hole. James could help but arch his back as his prostate was hit over and over. “Fuuu-u-u-u-uckkk.” He whined, gritting his teeth.

“Fucking cry for daddy.” Dustin grunted between jabs. James let out a soft whimper, actually unable to keep himself quiet being in such pure ecstasy. “Fuck me daddy! Punish my little faggot ass. My pussy is all yours. Fuuuuck goddd. Piss on me after your blow your load in my tight ass.”

With that, Dustin’s eyes widened, and he came harder than he ever has life.

Two days later, Kendall lugged all 4 of his bags by himself up to the apartment, excited to plug his new Nintendo Switch in and to teach Logan a thing or two with a game of Mario Party. Also he was so fucking excited to tell everyone about how many time he got to fuck Carlos. Victoria and Buddha Bob had a bet on whether not it would happen, and she was going to have to pay up.

To say the least, he was NOT expecting to open the door and find James sitting in the kitchen with Dustin, taking a bite out of HIS Toaster Strudels.

#wow!

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