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Friends with Benefits Part 3

(I would listen to these two songs on repeat while reading)

P1 P2 P4 P5 P6

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: You and Matt are best friends, who occationaly have sex on the low. No string attached, just sex. Well, just sex for him. Little did he know you were falling in love and falling fucking fast.

warnings: smut, mention of an age gap (not in a creepy way, just a joke), drinking, cursing, a physical fight at the end

part three you guys have been begging for, prepare yourselves now. Just warning you this one is a sad one, love yall

xoxo, Autumn

"This one?" I asked holding up the third option of the night. "No" She stated staring at me. I dropped the dress in my hands and glared at her. "You're not taking this seriously" I said turning back to my closet. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, I'm taking this very seriously" She nodded. I glared back at her.

The truth was is that i've been avoiding Matt all week. I respond to his texts, miss his calls. I'll say I miss him, but I won't come over. It's been a back in forth battle between my mind whether or not I wanted to do this or not. All day I'll pace around, saying that I was done. Then the night came and I would text him. He was starting to get irretated and I knew it.

Tonight was his birthday. I was texting him last night when it turned midnight.

last night:

to Matt Stromboli 12:01am

I guess you're a year older now

From: Matt Stromboli 12:01am

Is that suppose to be your way of telling me happy birthday?

to Matt Stromboli 12:02am

Something like that

From: Matt Stromboli 12:02am

How sweet of you. Oops, just got another text from my side hoe, she sent me a paragraph

I knew it was a joke, but it hit me like a punch in the face. I couldn't show it, and that's when my brain tells me i'm trying to pull back for a reason.

to Matt Stromboli 12:04

Wouldn't want to keep her waiting now do we?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:02am

Oh of course not, brb

From: Matt Stromboli 12:03am

Thank you so much for the deep message y/n/n, I can't stop thinking about you either. You are so hot and I can't wait to spend the entire night with you while you tell me just HOW happy you are that it is my birthday. 20 has never felt so good. Guess I'm considered a pedo since you're still 19, but still can't keep you off my mind ;)

to Matt Stromboli 12:04

Was that you referencing me as your side hoe and dissing my age all in one message?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:05am

Side hoe, main hoe, whatever hoe. You fit the description for all of them.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:05

....or you guys just happen to have the same name

to Matt Stromboli 12:06

So you're messing with TWO 19-year-olds. brb calling the police

From: Matt Stromboli 12:06

Lol so funny. (pls don't)

I laughed out loud.

to Matt Stromboli 12:07

I just talked to them. They said you're sentenced to no birthday sex from either of the 19-year-olds.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:07

NO PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING. THERE IS ONLY ONE 19-YEAR-OLD I SWEAR

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

wow never have seen you beg before. Kinda like it

From: Matt Stromboli 12:09

Don't get used to it. You've been depriving me for a week now, i'm starting to lose vision in my left eye.

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

Goodnight birthday boy

From: Matt Stromboli 12:10

God that message just made me hard

to Matt Stromboli 12:08

Oh god, doctor, he's flat-lining

From: Matt Stromboli 12:10

my doctor is a gross old man, you ruined it.

to Matt Stromboli 12:11

Sorry

From: Matt Stromboli 12:12

Can I call you?

I sighed looking at the ceiling. As much as I wanted to keep this going of pulling back. It was midnight and I was talking to the man I was in love with and he hasn't touched me in a week.

From: Matt Stromboli 12:13

Please. I just need to hear your voice. You could literally talk about anything for about 30 seconds and I'll be done for.

I smiled.

to Matt Stromboli 12:11

Am I dreaming or is Matthew Bernard Sturniolo being submissive?

From: Matt Stromboli 12:13

I can't finish without you, please. It's my birthday

I rolled my eyes before I clicked to call him. It didn't ring one time before he answered. "Matthewwww" I sang. I already heard him whine over the phone and small breaths over the phone. My eyes went wide.

"Wow okay. Already going at it I see?" I chuckled. "Shut up" He grunted over the phone. I sat up on my bed, smiling to myself. "Hey who's the one in control right now? I could start talking about your doctor again and turn you off so fast" I stated. He groaned. "Stop talking about my doctor" I heard him chuckle over the phone.

"Then stop telling me to shut up" I said bluntly. He let out a breath. "Okay, I'm sorry" He said quickly. I smiled, I loved this. "What do you want me to talk about?" I asked, he took a few second before responding.

"Anything-Anything just keep talking" He stuttered. I smiled, rolling over. "Okay" I sighed thinking. I could fuck with him. "Today I did laundry." I stated. I heard him chuckle softly. "Yeah?" He breathed. I hummed. "Yeah and then I fingered myself while wearing that shirt you gave me" I said out of the blue. I heard him moan almost immediately, making me chuckle.

"A-Are you serious?" He asked breathlessly. I chuckled to myself. "No, I just have no idea how to do this" I laughed. I heard him chucking a bit, before breathing in. "Dude" He said. "Plus I'm on my period" I lied. "No you're not" He grunted. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I have your period on a tracker" He breathed. I rolled my eyes, of course he did.

"Tell me what you're wearing" He breathed. I looked down at my big t-shirt and sweatpants. "Uhm" I hummed. "Nothing" I lied. I heard short and shallow breaths. "Just laying here, like naked you know?" I sighed looking up.

"I know you're lying" He moaned. I giggled. "Tell me about you're day" He grunted. "Just keep talking" His voice broke at the last word. I sighed into the phone. "Okay, well. I cleaned my room I was actually being really productive. Then I started scrolling through instagram then-Oh! You know that clothing account that has the like spider-web design like thing on it?" I asked through the phone.

"Uh humm" He hummed through the phone. "Well I bought like a sweatshirt off of it, and I'm actually really excited for it to come in, you know?" I smiled. "Yeah baby" He sighed into the phone. I smiled. "Lucy said it was a stupid buy, but I think that it would look really cool with those cargo pants I got, but I have no idea what shoes to wear with them. Trying out a new like cool look." I said smiling. He breathed in sharply.

"Fuck" He cursed, his breathing getting heavier. "Are you clooossee?" I asked. "Hm huh" He breathed. I sighed into the phone. "I wish I was there" I stated leaning on my hand as i started to play with my hair. "Me too" He said quickly. "Hmm, you wish it was my hand don't you?" I teased. "Fuck, yes" He moaned. I smiled.

"Just pretend that is. That I'm hovering over you, kissing your neck. Telling you to let go all over my fingers like a good birthday boy-" I almost laughed at my dirty talk, but he liked it.

"Y/n-Fuck-I-" I heard him say loudly and then moaned loudly, before he let out a deep breath. "Are you-Did you-" I asked. "Yes" He chuckled. I smiled. "Good" I stated. He sighed into the phone. "Hold on a second" He said and I heard rustling on the other end, and I waited.

"You're coming tomorrow right?" He asked. I sighed into the phone. "Yeah" I breathed. "Good" He said softly, settling back down.

"Nate and Justin come in tomorrow and they are staying with us" He explained. I nodded. "That'll be fun" I said over the phone. He sighed. "The only reason I'm saying that is because you can't spend the night tomorrow" He said, making my face drop and my heart hurt.

"Oh" I said, swallowing. "I just don't want to make it a thing you know? I mean like it's not a big deal with Chris and Nick because they like know, but I don't feel like explaining it to Nate and Justin" He said, making me breath out.

"Right" I said. I felt like an idiot. An absolute idiot. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Feeling the pit in mu stomach form from the punch in the gut. You're not like my girlfriend, so you shouldn't spend the night when people I care about are staying with me.

"But, I am still excited for you to see them and meet them and stuff" He said. I bit my lip. "Yeah, yeah of course" I breathed. "And I'm excited to see you. Since you've been ghosting me the past week" He chuckled. I swallowed. "Yeah, sorry i've just been.....busy" I said feeling tears start to fill in my eyes.

"Yeah I know, no hard feelings. I just miss seeing my homie" He said happily. His homie. Fucking Ouch. "Yeah yeah. I just-" I took a breath. "I'll just see you at the party then" I said shaking my head. "Okay cool" He said before we said our goodbyes. I swallowed clicking off the phone.

present:

I swallowed shifting through my clothes remembering last night. "Just pick something already" She sighed. I picked out a black dress and showed it to her. Her eyes went wide. "What? It's my favorite dress" I argued. "No" She said standing. "It's Matt's favorite dress" She said raising her eyebrows. I sighed looking at it, it did make me look really good.

"Give me the shirt back or i'm wearing it" I said looking over at her. She sighed and looked at me. "No" She said. "Then, I'm wearing it" I smiled before walking into the bathroom.

We were on the uber ride there when I turned to Lucy. "I'm gonna talk to him eventually Lucy, I just-tonight's his birthday" I sighed. She looked over at me and nodded. "I'll hold my breath" She smiled making me shake my head. She pushed me slightly.

"Hey, it's your life you can do what you want. I just don't want to see you get hurt" She said quietly. I nodded. Lucy was a good friend. She really was, but I was already hurt. Constantly getting hurt. I looked down at the box in my hand, rubbing my thumb over it.

"Is that for Matt?" She asked looking down, I nodded. I opened it looking down at the ring. It was a ring that he's wanted for so long. So I thought I'd buy it for his birthday. Now looking down at it, I debated even giving it to him. I closed it before putting it back in my purse and turning to look out the window.

We pulled up to the house and their were cars lining the street. We thanked the driver and walked out and up to the house. I stood at the door for a second. Lucy stopped and looked at me. "You okay?" She asked. I looked at her before nodding, but not moving.

"You gonna go inside?" She asked pointing at the door. I licked my lips. "It feels-" I started to say. "Weird" I whispered. She sighed leaning over to me. "You look hot. If Matt can't see it then screw him. Okay? Birthday or not I'll beat his ass" She smiled making me smile.

I nodded before walking through the door. The loudness of the party came over me as we walked in. I glanced around before I saw all of them standing and talking in the kitchen. I swallowed and turned towards Lucy who was behind me.

"What are you doing?" She asked quickly. "I can't do it" I said shaking my head. She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" She asked leaning towards me. "I can't be here, not tonight, not on his birthday. I can't-" I started to shake my head.

"Y/n!"

I winced at the sound of my name being called. Lucy looked up behind me and then back down to me. "They are walking over here" She whispered in between her teeth. I opened my eyes and slowly turned around. I saw Chris, Nate, and Nick all walk up to me glancing behind them seeing Matt and Justin stay on the other side of the kitchen, while Matt glanced at me. I looked away from them.

"Hey" I smiled up at Nick, bringing him into a hug. "Happy birthday" I said as I pulled back from the hug. "Thank you" He smiled. I pulled Chris into a hug as well. "Happy birthday" I smiled, he let go. "Thanks Y/n/n" He smiled down at me. I looked over to Nate.

"Y/n and Lucy, this is Nate" Nick said motion to Nate. I pulled him into a hug as well, catching Matt's stare from the other side of the kitchen. I let Nate go, leaning back. "It's nice to meet you" Nate smiled at me. I nodded smiling. "It's nice to meet you too, these boys never shut up about you" I smiled, making him look over at Chris and Nick.

"I'm Lucy, I don't do hugs. Happy birthday boys" She motioned to Chris and Nick. They nodded.

"So Y/n, do you live in LA?" Nate asked. I nodded looking down. "I do, i've lived here my whole life" I said looking at him, he nodded. "I'm gonna have to come visit more often" He said smiling, making me raise my eyebrows. Chris and Nick looked at each other. Lucy looked over at me. I awkwardly laughed.

"Oh yeah well" I cleared my throat. "You look beautiful" He said looking at me. I opened my mouth to respond when Matt came over to us. He put his hands on Nate's shoulders staring down at him.

"Nate, getting a little too friendly with my guests hm?" He said smiling. Nate just looked at him. Lucy eyed me and I just looked at her. Matt looked over to me, releasing Nate. "Y/n" He stated. I nodded at him. Nick looked between us and cleared his throat.

"Justin, this is Y/n" Nick said motioning to Justin. I looked over smiling, shaking his hand. "Hi" I smiled he nodded. Matt stayed looking at me. "Y/n/n, let's go get a drink" Lucy said pulling my arm. I looked at her and then to Matt.

"Okay" I breathed as we walked away. I let out a deep breath. "That was weird" Lucy said. I nodded. "Really weird" She nodded. I turned back around looking at them, Matt's eyes were trained on me. I swallowed turning back around as Lucy handed me a drink.

The rest of the night I attempted to talk to as many people as I possibly could so that I wouldn't run into Matt. I didn't want to deal with my feelings, if I was being completely honest. I didn't want to face him.

I've been here and hour and haven't even spoken to him. Lucy turned to me and told me she was going to the bathroom. I nodded as she walked off. I wasn't standing there three seconds before I felt someone walk up to me.

"You're not gonna tell me happy birthday?"

I turned slowly, seeing Matt looking down at me. I blinked up at him before looking down. "I already did Matt, last night" I said barley looking at him, keeping my eyes busy scanning the room. He licked his lips, his eyes trained on my face.

"You've been avoiding me" he stated making me look up at him. He was looking down at me with an expression I couldn't read.

"No I haven't" I lied. "I know when you lie to me y/n" He stated quickly. I swallowed before bringing my drink up to my mouth. He took it out of my hands, putting it on the counter beside us.

I looked down at the cup and then back up at him.

"Happy Birthday Matt" I breathed before attempting to turn, but I felt my arm being grabbed as he dragged me away. I looked up at him as he dragged me away down the hall.

"Matt" I said trying to get my arm away but he pushed me into his room before closing the door.

"Matt! What the hell was-"

"Are you pregnant?" He asked looking down at me closing his eyes briefly. My mouth fell open. That was the last possible thing I expected to fall from him mouth.

"W-What?" I asked looking up at him in shock. He sighed looking down. "Fuck Y/n are you? because if you are-Oh my god-Fuck-" he rambled.

"Matt I'm not pregnant!" I yelled at him. He looked up at me pausing. "Then what is wrong?" He threw us hands up. I sighed looking down.

"Y/n/n" he breathed stepping towards me. If I was smart, I would step away from him. But I was the dumbest bitch alive. I looked up at him as his hands came around my waist.

"Talk to me." He breathed. I let out a shaky breath. I looked down at my purse. I looked back up at him, his eyes boring into mine. I gripped my purse.

"I got you something" I whispered. He just looked at me. "For your birthday" I said reaching down and opening my bag. He looked down, stepping back for a second. I pulled out the small box and handed it to him.

He looked down at it and then back at me. I smiled sadly at him. He looked back down opening the small box and pulling out the ring. He smiled rubbing his thumb over it. He looked up at me.

"You didn't have to do that y/n/n" he breathed. I nodded. "I know I just thought-" I swallowed. I looked up at him. "Do you like it?" I whispered.

He nodded. "I love it" He said looking at it. He walked over setting the box on his dresser and slipping the ring over his finger. I looked down at my feet.

"You look pretty" he said as he turned around. I just looked at him. "Yeah" I stated. He walked over to me slowly.

"It's the dress" he stated as he ran his finger over the strap. I swallowed. "It's the dress" I said back. The dress I was wearing the first time we hooked up. He put his hands on my face. I blinked up at him.

I love you so much.

My mind screamed.

"I love the ring" he said rubbing his thumbs across my cheeks. I smiled. "I'm glad" I said quietly, almost inaudible.

I want this to be forever. I wanted this to be real. I want to be yours. I don't want to be hiding behind your bedroom door anymore.

I closed my eyes.

"I've thought about you all day long" he whispered. My eyes stayed closed. "Yeah?" I whispered back. "Yeah" he breathed before I felt him kiss me softly. I opened my eyes as he pulled away.

"Have you had a good birthday?" I asked. He smiled. "Yeah" he said leaning down and kissing my cheek so softly. I swallowed. He lifted his head and looked at me.

"Does the police sentence still stand?" He whispered as he trailed his hand down my arm. Sex. Right. I let out a shaky breath.

"I-I don't know" I stuttered. He pulled me against him, making me breath in. "I'm staying in here with you while my birthday party goes on out there" he stated as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"And I can't have you tonight" he dragged out smiling. I just watched him. "And I've missed you. I've missed this" he stated. I looked up at him.

"And you in that dress" he sighed looking down at me. I swallowed feeling my emotions starting to come up my throat.

"Matt?" I whispered. He looked up at me. "Can you kiss me?" I asked softly. He smiled and nodded before bringing our lips together in a slow kiss. I kissed him back, in my mind kissing my boyfriend. On his birthday. And after he was going to walk out there holding my hand announcing to the world that I was his girlfriend. That he was proud of me. Proud that I was his.

I sighed as I kissed him. He pushed me back by my hips and pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top me. I connected us back together in a hungrier kiss.

"You make me crazy" he mumbled against my lips. You have no idea how crazy you make me. I closed my eyes feeling the lump in my throat pushing it down. Praying it would go down.

He moved down kissing my neck hungrily, slightly pushing up my dress. I stared up at the ceiling feeling it in my chest. The reality of the situation setting in, hitting me like a ton of bricks. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair.

I felt tears start to brim at my eyes. I couldn't focus on his mouth against my neck. I couldn't even feel the sensation of it anymore, all I was focused was the tears threatening to spill over.

"Matt" I said softly as the tears pooled. "Hmm" He breathed against me moving downward towards my chest, pushing the dress up higher. I swallowed and closed my eyes.

"Matt stop. Please stop" my voice broke. Immediately from hearing my voice he sat up lifting his hands off me completely. He looked down at me with a look of fear when he saw my face.

"What? What happened? Y/n what's wrong?" His voice full of concern as he looked in my eyes. I shook my head tears spilling from my eyes. I felt his hands come up to my face and I pushed them off of me. I rolled out from under him and he sat hesitantly next to me, going to hold me but paused.

"Y/n. What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something?" He asked next to me quickly. I shook my head and looked down, not being able to form words, my throat closing. suffocating me. His presence and his confusion suffocating me.

"Y/n" he said softly, placing his hand on my leg. I pushed it off. "I don't understand" he shook his head. I took a deep breath and stood up.

"That's the problem Matt, you don't understand" I said shaking my head and wiping my face. "You don't understand that every single thing you do fucking kills me! You're killing me." I yelled down at him. He just stared up at me, like a lost puppy.

"Don't look at me like-like that" I said turning my head starting to cry harder. He stood up reaching for me but I stepped back. "No" I whimpered.

"Y/n-" he started to say but I cut him off. "It's not f-fair!" I pointed at him. "It's not fair that you hold me after we have sex. It's not fair that you kiss me like you care about me. It's not fair that you tell me you think about me all day. It's not fair that tell me not to see anyone else. It's not fair that you almost rip your best friend's fucking head off for flirting with me." I said out of breath. His face turned hard and he looked down.

"It's not fair that call me yours when I'm n-not!" I yelled letting the tears stream down my face, clawing at my chest. He just blinked up at me.

"Y-You don't get it" I breathed. "You don't get that every single thing you say to me-" I took a deep breath. I couldn't think, everything that was in my mind was coming out like a word vomit.

"Y-you treat me like your fucking girlfriend and drop my hand when someone walks by. You don't even want to be the one to introduce me to your best friend. Y-You pull me into your room when you have to ask me what's wrong because you don't want people to see that you care." I shook my head, hearing it all fall out of my mouth just made it more of a reality.

"And-and I get it okay? I get it that it was my choice. I agreed to this, but how can you-" I bit my lip looking up. "How you lay there and do those things and-" I cried cutting myself off, shaking my head. "It's not fucking fair" I whispered.

Things that I've kept bottled up forever and had never vocalized before were spilling out of my mouth as I cried in front of the boy I loved most, the boy that was killing me.

"Everyday I lay there hoping and wishing that you would-" I closed my eyes trying to breath.

"You hide me like I'm some huge secret and it's killing me" I cried holding my chest. Matt stood silently in front of me with his mouth slightly parted staring at me.

"You drive 25 minutes out of your way to give me your shirt because you thought I was mad that you asked me to give it back." I breathed looking at him, shaking my head.

"Matt, you're fucking killing me" I said barley above a whisper. Silence filled the room around us. I looked down at my feet. My heart beating out of my chest. The silence slicing through me like a knife. This was it. It was all out there.

"Y/n" he breathed. I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. His eyes full of sorrow as he stared at me.

"I was a virgin" I admitted. His eyes went wider. "What?" He asked suddenly. I licked my lips and looked down at my feet.

"I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to not take me seriously. I-I wanted this. I thought I could do it like this. I thought it would be easier, I didn't realize that-" I stopped taking in a deep breath.

"You were my first everything" I said looking at him. He blinked at me. I realized with his expression that It wasn't fair that I didn't tell him. It wasn't fair to him and It wasn't fair to myself. "What?" His voice broke. I bit my lip and looked to the side and then back at him.

"I'm such-I thought that-" I let out a breath. I looked at him, hurt filling his face. "I thought that one day you would wake up and realize that you wanted more. That you wanted to show me to your friends not h-hide me behind closed doors-" I shook my head as a sob came up my throat, realizing how ridilcious this sounded as it came out of my mouth.

"That you'd wake up and realize that you-" I let out a shaky breath along with a sob.

"Matt, I love you" I admitted, his face dropped. "Y/n-" he breathed stepping forwards. I shook my head stepping back and hitting the wall slightly.

"I can't-" I shook my head. "I can't do this anymore" I said through a sob. "I can't live another day just being the girl who sits and waits for the boy to love her back" I cried before turning and waking out of the room.

"Y/n. Wait. Please don't-" Matt ran after me. The noises of the party came back over me as it felt like everyone's eyes came to me. I looked down hiding my face as I bolted towards the kitchen.

"Y/n?" I heard Chris's voice. I looked up at him, worry filling his face. I turned and saw Matt walking quickly behind me.

"Y/n?" I heard Lucy's voice I looked up at her. Horror filled her face and she looked at Matt approaching us. "Let's go. We're leaving right now" she said grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

I nodded as we walked to the front door, a cry coming out of my mouth. I turned and saw Chris stopping Matt, pushing his chest and Matt argued towards him before I turned around leaving the party.

Matt pov

"Y/n" I breathed, tears filling my eyes as I watched Lucy grab her arm and drag her away. I went to go after her but felt Chris push my chest back. I looked up at him, anger filled his face. I tried to move past him but he stood in front of me.

"Move" I spat harshly trying to move past him again but he pushed me back again. I watched as she walked out of the door and out of my life. I felt my heart drop. I swallowed feeling tears start to run down my face.

"What did you do?" Chris asked angrily at me. I looked over at him. "I didn't-" I breathed looking between him and Nick. "Get out of my way" I said through gritted teeth, pushing him harder. I was't losing her. Under any circumstance. She can't leave like this. What if she gets hurt? What if she does something stupid? What I never saw her again? She can't walk away like this.

I felt Nick's arm pull me back. "Matt stop!" Nick said. I turned around and looked at him. "Let her go" Nick said softly. "Nick I will rip your arm off, let me go now" I spat. He bit his lip as he looked at me. I realized that the party talk had stopped around us and everyone was looking at us.

"I will fight you in front of everyone. I don't care. I can't let her leave" I said glaring at him, my eyes full of tears. He just blinked at me. I ripped my arm away from him and sprinted towards the door. I ripped the door open and ran down the driveway, the tears clouding my vision. I could barely see.

"Please" I mumbled looking around. She was nowhere to be found. "Fuck" My voice broke. I heard footsteps come from behind me as I walked back and forth down the street. No sign of her anywhere.

She left.

I turned kicking the trash can to the ground and fisting my hair with my hand. I looked over to see Chris and Nick looking at me with a worried expression from the driveway. I tore my eyes away from them, looking away as a cry escaped my throat. I covered my face with my hands as the tears came.

I heard footsteps approach me and I felt a hand on my back. I pushed away from them. I looked up.

"A-Are you happy?" I asked looking between them. They both looked at each other. I wiped my nose and looked down. "Are you?" Nick asked looking at me, making me look up at them. "What?" I spat, trying to catch my breath. Nick sighed and looked down.

"We told you-" Chris started. "I'm not talking about this with you" I cut him off pushing past him. "I told you that you were gonna hurt her!" He screamed back at me making me stop. I glared down at the ground. "She didn't deserve that" Chris breathed. I bit my lip before letting out a deep breath. I stopped, sitting down on the grass. They walked over sitting next to me. I shook my head as I leaned down crying between my knees.

"I didn't-" I shook as their arms came around me. "How could I-" I choked. I leaned up attempting to breathe. "I should have-" I stopped as I cried. "She told me she loved me" I whispered, Chris and Nick looked at each other.

"And you didn't already know that?" Nick asked looking down at me. I looked over at him. I closed my eyes and sighed. A part of me knew that. A part of me saw it in the way she looked at me, or the way she spoke to me. The other part of me just didn't want to accept that.

"You fell in love with her too, you're just too fucking prideful to admit it" Chris said making me, bite my lip. "I don't date" I said shaking my head. Chris stood up standing in front of me. "Will you get over yourself?" He yelled down at me. I didn't look up at him.

"Look at you right now! You almost fought Nick in there for stopping you from getting to her and you're gonna sit here and tell me that you don't love her?" He yelled. I glared at my feet. "You talk about her like she's the only thing you think about for god's sake!" He said throwing his hands up.

"You're private about your life with her and I get that, I do, but if you were just using her for a good fuck and that's it- wouldn't you brag about it? Wouldn't you tell you're best friends about what she does behind closed doors?" He asked making me look up at him. I glared at him, tightening my fists.

"Chris" Nick said warningly. Chris scoffed shaking his head. "No" He said crossing his arms. "No, he doesn't." He looked back at me. "What does she do huh?" Chris said raising his eyebrows. I closed my eyes. I can't fight my brother. I can't fight my brother. My mind screamed at me.

"Is she good at giving head?" He asked suddenly my eyes snapped open at him. I let out a breath. "What kind of underwear does she wear? Hm?" He asked looking at me. I felt all the blood rush to my head. He can't talk about her like that. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Or does she even wear any at all?" He said. I stood up pushing him back. "Matt!" Nick stood up. Chris walked back to me, pushing me and then we were in a full on brawl. He punched me in the shoulder and I punched him across the face.

"Matt what the fuck!" Nick yelled between us. Chris wiped his mouth, blood present on his hand. Chris held his hand up to stop Nick from interfering. He spat on the ground before walking back towards me. "You wanna go? Let's go fuck boy" He said motioning for me to come towards him. I walked over to him grabbing him by the shoulders and onto the ground beneath us.

"Get off of each other!" Nick yelled. He pushed himself on top of me, holding me against the ground.

"You talk about how pretty her eyes are" He breathed looking down at me. I struggled beneath him, glaring up at him. He pushed my shoulders harder against the ground. I was breathing heavy up at him. "You talk about what joke's she told" He stated. I stopped struggling.

"You talk about her like you love her" He said letting my shoulders go. I turned my head and tears started to come up to my eyes again. "You just need to get over yourself and admit it" He said climbing off me completely. I let out a breath sitting up.

They both looked down at me. I avoided their eyes and looked away.

"Of course I'm in love with her" I admitted out loud for the first time. Nick smiled down at me and Chris shook his head. "How could someone not be?" I sighed rubbing my face. "I treated her like shit" I said realizing everything I've done to her. They just stood in front of me.

"Fuck" I said hanging my head. "What do I do?" I asked looking up at them, they just looked at each other.

lollll sorry i'm just gonna leave this hear (dont hate me)❤️

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Keeping a Secret - Part 2

pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn warnings: lots of swear words, tsukki being a a closet softie wc: 6k (lol no chill as always)

[a/n]

Sorry for the delayed update. I added almost 1k words just to solidify the characters to give depth even more to the story. Feel free to reread. (It's totally not because I started a different series altogether.)

When I say this is slow burn, I meant sloooooooowww burn.

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What were you even thinking? Actually, why weren’t you? Had you used at least two brain cells of yours, you wouldn’t have momentarily lost your mind and kissed Tsukishima. You could’ve justified your actions if you were drunk, but you ingested not even an ounce of alcohol that night.

History will remember yesterday as the day a a sober you and a very displeased Tsukishima who found yourselves smooching publicly in the middle of a club. You’re just glad that no other member of the team goes to the same university you both go to. Else, you'd run the risk of getting seen.

Were so touch-deprived that you couldn’t resist even Tsukishima? And what about him? Why did he get along with it? You don’t think he actually hates you. Hate is such a strong word. He just exceedingly dislikes you. So why would he make out with you? Maybe he thought of it as a way of finally standing up to you?

Ugh.

You’re thankful that you didn’t have training yesterday. You were a mess the whole day trying to make sense of what happened. Not that you’re any better today; you’re still baffled as fuck. But you’re glad you had that day off so you wouldn’t have to face him immediately.

For the first time ever, you’re dreading going to the gym. Even if you’re tired or you lack sleep, you’ve never felt distressed as the manager of the Sendai Frogs. All this because of Tsukishima. But can you really put the blame on him when it was you who initiated it?

“Good morning, y/n,” Eiji, the captain of the team greets you.

“Morning, Eiji,” you say back. Even though he’s older than you, you dropped the salutations already, same with everybody else.

“You okay?” he asks worriedly.

“Oh! Yeah, absolutely! When am I ever not okay?” You toughen it up and erase the troublesome kiss in your head. You are their ever shining manager, first and foremost. Anything outside of that has no place in this gym.

“Never. It’s almost scary actually,” he answers with jest.

“Right? ‘Cause I’m a freaking goddess.”

He gives you a noble bow. “Indeed, you are, my lady.”

You giggle softly. Your players really are the best on and off the court (except for Tsukishima). “Go do your drills instead of buttering me up, ‘captain.’” He gives you a mock salute then jogs off towards the net.

“Y/n!”

You saunter off to your coach after you were called. “Yes, Coach?”

“Can you help tape the blockers?” You nod willingly, quickly discarding unnecessary thoughts of Tsukishima.

“Tsukishima’s free. Go start with him.”

You almost flinch upon hearing his name.

‘Great,’ you groan internally as you get the wrap from your kit and drag your feet toward the source of your uneasiness. But what did you expect? Of course, you’d have to deal with him sooner or later.

“Morning, Tsukishima,” you greet him with forced normalcy, acting like nothing’s wrong. As you take his left hand and you’re instantly reminded of what happened the other night -- how this hand gripped your waist while his mouth moved against yours… how his skin felt against the palm of your hand as he towered over you, body against body in a dance so dangerous and so hypnotizing that you lost yourself in the moment.

You tried your best to calm down yesterday, but seeing him right now makes you want to smack yourself from your momentary insanity that led you to kiss him.

Instead, you give him the nicest, brightest smile to channel your frustrations as you start taping his fingers. You just hope and pray that he doesn’t bring it up.

“Morning, manager .” It was an indirect jab at you. Even when he says it with a dead tone, you know he’s taunting you by addressing you as manager - a tortuous reminder that what happened last Saturday night wasn’t forgotten.

Instead of yielding to the provocation, you respond with your own. You might have messed up, but you’re not letting him get the upper hand. “How was your weekend, Tsukki?”

“Horrible,” he quickly answers without even thinking.

“Ditto. What happened to yours?” you ask with fake curiosity, already knowing why. Even if you didn’t kiss him then, he was already acting up like an angsty teen forced by his mom to attend a children’s party within the neighborhood.

“Went to a disgusting party.”

You nod pretentiously. “Mine’s horrible too. I got g-”

“I didn’t ask,” he interrupts.

“Well, you’re still going to hear it,” you respond just as distastefully as he cut you off. “I got groped by some perv, but I kinda punched some good manners unto him.” You release his left hand and take his right one to tape it as well.

“And?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s it. After that, I just went home from how horrible the experience was.”

You look up to him, meeting his sardonic gaze paired with a raised eyebrow from what you just said. You know that he understood that you were referring to something else other than the perv incident as horrible.

“How about you? What happened to that disgusting party of yours?” you press on.

“I bumped into someone I didn’t really want to see.”

“And?”

“Do you really wanna know how horrible it was for me?” A smirk creeps up on the corner of his mouth as he asks. There were many times before that you’ve wanted a taste of Tsukishima’s vile sarcasm, just to know what he’d say to you. Today is not one of those times. You don’t want him using that reckless kiss against you.

“Actually, no. I don’t really care.” You let go of his hand you just finished working with and look around to look for anyone you could use as a distraction from Tsukishima’s attempt to retell the kiss from his perspective.

“Kogane!” you brightly call the setter as you bounce cheerfully towards him.

Even if you don’t show it, Tsukishima knows he’s gotten under your previously impenetrable thick skin. He detests what happened last Saturday. The more he remembers it, the more he abhors it. The only reason he’s not totally hating himself for getting swept along with your shit is because he knows you hated it too, probably more than he does since it was you who kissed him first.

His smug grin only spreads when you march to Kogane with that cutesy act you only show to players from opposing teams to unsettle them before matches. You take both Kogane’s hands and beam at him. “Do you want me to tape your fingers?”

“Y-you don’t have to, y/n. I can do it myself!” Kogane blurts out, panicking at your sudden closeness and physical touch.

“But I love taking care of you guys,” you pout at Kogane, which only makes the setter blush a shade almost close to red.

Tsukishima follows you to help his babbling, flustered teammate.

“You’re going to kill him, y/n,” he says as he passes by you and Kogane who now looks like he stopped functioning.

You blink at Kogane, realizing what you’re doing to the poor guy.

You must have been really bothered by Tsukishima and unknowingly projected it to someone else.

Tsukishima sneers as he sees you try to ease Kogane from his severe fluster but only make it worse by rubbing his shoulders.

A dash of pride and satisfaction swells on Tsukishima’s chest as he watches you get agitated with the situation you, yourself caused. Getting back at you feels even better than he imagined it would be.

Even though you and Tsukishima are in the same class, you don’t really notice his presence. Sometimes you’d even forget you’re classmates. Now, though, you are more aware of the fact that he’s actually there than you ever have.

“Alright, class. For your main project this semester, I’m going to have you partnered up. You need to come up with a comprehensive report on mating behavior of reptiles. I’ll randomly generate your assigned reptile.”

You groan. Another collaborative work in the same subject. You don’t like working with others because you don’t want to adapt to anyone’s schedule. You like to get things done ahead of time. You hate procrastinating because you don’t want your uni requirements getting mixed up with potential tasks from your managerial job, especially whenever tournament seasons come.

The last collaborative work you worked on is a group project where you did most of the work yourself. You wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t have fucking freeloaders as groupmates. The little shits made you do 90% of the project because you wanted it done early.

You just pray that this time, you get to be paired with someone responsible. You tap your pen on your desk while you wait for your name to be called.

“L/n and Tsukishima.”

You drop your pen at your professor’s announcement. It bounces twice on your desk before rolling to the floor, but you don’t move to pick it up. Your gaze immediately flies to where Tsukishima is seated and find him glaring at you already. You almost want to laugh at how ridiculous this entire situation is.

Seriously? Were you a serial killer in your previous life or something? Did some higher power decide to punish you for your grave sins like this?

Whatever. You’re not having any of this shit.

You wait until the class is over and approach your professor. “Sir. I’d like to do this project alone.” Or at least with someone else.

He continues to type something on his laptop, not bothering to look up at you, as he asks, “Why is that?”

“I just feel more comfortable doing things on my own, Sir. Please.” You try to give him your nice student smile but his eyes don't leave his screen.

“Then what? Have you increase my workload?”

Shit. You forgot that this particular professor of yours is known to not budge to anyone. You scramble your brain for another excuse.

“Sir. Can I do this project alone?” you suddenly hear Tsukihima’s voice behind you.

Finally, your professor closes his laptop and eyes you two unenthusiastically. “My answer is no to miss Y/n, so my answer to you, Mr. Tsukishima, is also no. I don’t know what the deal is between you two, but you’re doing this together.”

You can’t help but scowl despite being right in front of your professor. If it wasn’t for that darn kiss, you would’ve loved working with Tsukishima. Even though you don’t have the same classes, his schedule won’t be that hard to match up with because you two have the same training days. Secondly, he’s smart. You won’t have to carry the whole weight of the project.

“You know what, I’ll reconsider.” A glimmer of hope lights up in your chest as you hear your professor’s words. “I’ll allow you two to work individually — but with an automatic ten point deduction for this project.”

“No,” you and Tsukishima respond at the same time.

“Great! You’re already getting along swimmingly.” Your professor picks up his stuff and stands up. “Enjoy,” he waves a dismissive goodbye and leaves.

You slowly turn around to face Tsukishima and find that you share the same lour that he has. You cross your arms and lean on your professor’s desk. “Guess we’re together, Tsukishima.”

You allowed yourself one week to compose yourself before you agreed to start the project with Tsukishima. You still saw him at training days, and even then, you tried to have the least amount of interaction with him so the ‘incident’ wouldn’t be brought up again. Meeting him for a project where it’s just you two is different and you needed time.

As much as you don’t want to be with him, you told yourself that it’ll be over soon. You just pushed the kiss in the back of your head and convinced yourself that it was just a stupid kiss. It didn’t mean anything. He probably just went along with it out of spite, so it’s best you think of it as a spur of the moment madness. That way, you won’t be bothered if he sordidly brings it up again. At least now, you can go back to your usual, cheeky self around him.

You’re about to text Tsukishima that you’ve arrived at the station you agreed to meet up at but you already see him there standing while he’s scrolling his phone with his usual white headphones on.

Unfortunately for you and him, the reptile assigned to you two are crocodiles. It’s the worst possible assignment you could get among the roster of reptiles assigned. You need to travel all the way to Wakabayashi for a legitimate crocodile farm to observe, compared to other reptiles which are easily accessible with nearby zoos in Miyagi. You just pray that you’ll only need this one trip to get all the data you need for your report.

You walk towards him and instantly regard how he looks. Despite being in the same university, you don’t see him around much. Even in your sole class together, you’re seated way too apart from each other to even look at each other’s direction. Not that being seated beside each other would’ve made a difference. You’re not friends. There’s no need to talk to him since everything that’s volleyball-related is relayed through line. To you, he’s just one of your players. As far as you’re concerned, the only Tsukishima you’re aware of is the one sweating his white shirt and training shorts during practice.

To have this much involvement with him outside the gym is throwing you out of your usual loop. You continue studying him at a distance. Today he’s wearing white plaid pants, black turtleneck (probably long sleeves) with a lighter shade of black coat on top, and a brown wool scarf. He also has a gray bonnet that makes his blonde locks frame his face nicely.

What the heck? Did he always dress like this even in class? How come you never noticed?

He finally notices you. He puts down his phone and removes his headphones. “How long have you been there?”

“Wow, Tsukishima. You look kinda hot,” you blurt out without thinking.

His eyes expand at your statement that came out of nowhere. “Huh?!”

“Oh, sorry. That must’ve been random. But you look really good though. I kinda feel like I’m meeting a date,” you say with objective candor as you continue to stare at him.

That catches him completely off guard. The other day you’re on the edge around him. You weren’t even paying much attention to him during training, but now you’re back to being a headache whose mouth knows no bounds as you faze him with your unfiltered thoughts. Now, it’s him who is uncomfortable again with your thorough eyes scanning him approvingly.

“As if I’d ever date you,” he snaps back at your remark to which you scoff at.

“I didn’t say you would. Maybe you’re forgetting, I’d never go out with a member of the team.”

“Right. But kissing one is totally fine, huh?” he retaliates in an instant with a condescending look. He waits for your reaction, eager to see you distraught and bothered by it. To his dissatisfaction, you don’t behave in such a way. Instead, you sigh defeatedly.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I got a little crazy that night,” you say casually to a degree that you sounded like it was just a petty accident. “You kissed me back, so I’m sure you were too. Right?”

The last word is conniving, and he can tell why you phrased it that way. You’re leaving him no choice but to disregard what happened or else it’s going to seem like it meant something to him. The hell it does. It simply resurfaces back on his mind sometimes because of how unpleasant the memory is.

‘Devious woman,’ he snarls in his head.

It should be okay. Your reason for what you did can also be his excuse for how responded to it. What he didn’t like is that he hasn’t even managed to make the most out of that incident, while you immediately found a way to undo the grave you dug for him to bury you into.

Plus, the only advantage he sees out of partnering with you for this project is the possibility of being able to pester you the way you pester him during practice. Obviously, that’s already thrown off the window. Now, there’s nothing in it for him for the duration of the project. He is left with nothing but the fact that he has to endure your company. To think that he’s already so miserable when this afternoon has barely even started.

“Yeah,” he answers with contained resentment. “Can we go on the bus now?” He asks to deviate away from the topic already. He was hoping he could still use the incident to unnerve you, but it’s for naught now.

He enters the bus first and assumes you’ll follow him, which you do as you take your seat beside him. You get your shoulder bag and take out a notebook.

“Can you take a look at this outline I made for our report?” you ask while you hand him your notebook opened at a certain page.

“I can’t read while the bus is moving,” he says then waits for a lame comeback from you. But you don’t comment about it. Why must you keep on being such a wildcard?

“Ah, okay. I’ll just tell it to you then,” you smile at him. “This trip is going to take long. It’d be a waste of time to not make use of it, right?”

He groans internally. Why must you be right all the fucking time?

He also made an outline last night, but he didn’t tell you because he thought it’d be better if he just did the data-gathering himself and let you take the pictures the report should have. He forgot that you’re not as irresponsible and carefree as you present yourself to be.

He listens to you explain your outline, looking for flaws in it for the sake of his grade and also for his self-satisfaction. And he does find a few.

“You should have separate discussion points for mating characteristics for male and females. I’m sure they have distinct traits. Also, I think we should include more than just one species, preferably three if the farm has it.” He continues, “Maybe we can note certain unique behaviors per species. It would be inconclusive, but it would still be nice to include it as a commentary.”

He hopes to extract even just a tiny hint of embarrassment from you for he’s thought of it better than you did. But you just stare at him for a good few seconds before you break into a dazzled smile.

“Oh my God. Yeah, you’re absolutely right!”

You open your notebook and scribble the changes in your drafted outline. “Is there anything else?” You consult him genuinely. You accept his criticisms with an open mind, which vexes him even more.

“Nothing,” he grumbles.

“Alright. Let’s just revise it again once we see what’s on the farm.”

He doesn’t bother replying anymore since you’re once again right.

He puts on his headphones again to drown out whatever chatter you plan to have with him since you’re done discussing the project for now. Instead of bugging him, you take out a bunch of readings and focus on them intently, completely ignoring him.

With nothing to entertain him aside from the music on his ears, his peripheral keeps going back to you and how hard you’re concentrating with the papers in your one hand and a pen in the other.

He removes one muff of his headphone from his ear and asks you, “Don’t you get motion sickness?”

You really must be into what you’re studying because you flinch when he speaks, causing you to drop your pen.

He feels responsible for it so he leans down to pick it up, but you also do the same. As you both reach down to grab your pen, your temple collides with his.

“Ow,” your fingers go to massage the spot, failing to notice as he does that your faces are too close for comfort. He watches you wince for a quick while before looking at him, finally realizing that he’s within a proximity familiar to you both.

It’s reminiscent of that night except this time, the natural light affirms that it wasn’t just the ambiance of the club that made you attractive enough to pull him in and share that heinous kiss. With your well-lit features, he can see that you’re thinking about the same thing he is.

Your eyes fall on his lips and for some illogical reason, he does the same.

Like last time, you’re the first to act on it. The major difference is, instead of leaning in, you retreat. You sit up straight with your fingers still on the side of your head and smile graciously at him. “It’s fine, Tsukishima. I’ll get it,” you say, which he finds half-witted because he’s still bent down and he can already grasp the pen.

He sits back up and hands you your pen. You use the hand on your temple to get it.

“Oh, thanks.” You stare at the pen for a second, then tuck it in your pocket. “Anyways, yeah. I don’t have problems reading in a moving vehicle.”

You dive back to his question and disregard what just happened. It works for him. He’d rather not think about it as well.

“Have you not seen me scrambling paperwork on our bus rides to and from tournaments?”

“No.” He prefers not to pay attention to you. Hell, he pretends you don’t exist when he can. So naturally, he doesn’t know what it is you do when you’re not being your pestering self. It pains him to admit it, but you do get shit done -- efficiently, too. He should be glad because at least, you won’t be like his previous groupmates.

Still, just you being … you, ticks him off.

You laugh out of nowhere. “For someone who doesn’t speak much, you’re so fucking transparent.”

He frowns, not being able to grasp what you meant.

“Okay, look. I like pissing you off. I really do. And you, you don’t like me a lot. But for this project. Can we pretend that I’m not your annoying manager and you’re not the nasty Tsukishima I know?”

“How the fuck can I do that when we see each other almost everyday as such?”

You roll your eyes and smirk. “Right. What was I even thinking? Go ahead and be emo with your music over there while I study here, yeah?” You pat him on the shoulders twice with that patronizing grin you always give him before pulling your pen back from your pocket and focusing once more on your readings, completely paying no attention to him for the rest of the trip.

—

As soon as you reach the crocodile farm, Tsukishima suggests that you two roam the area separately to cover more ground. In reality, he just wanted to get rid of you even for just a few minutes. He needed a break from you.

He does so by taking his time strolling around the place, observing how the area is situated. It looks like a park with its vast lush green environment and man-made waters to habituate the crocodiles. There are four main areas: the museum, the hatchling house, the zoo, and the breeding pens. He first goes to the museum, looking at the skeletal structure of some crocodiles. It isn’t really significant to the project but he can’t help admire it.

When he realizes that he’s taking longer than he initially thought, he starts looking for you. He sends you a text, but you don’t reply. You had gone to the zoo’s direction so he assumes you’re somewhere around that area.

When he does find you, you’re not alone.

There you are near a crocodile pen, getting friendly with a guy he’s sure you just met.

It’s so familiar. The only difference is that you’re not wearing the Frogs’ jacket and you’re not in the Sendai gymnasium. He walks towards your direction, not caring if he’s going to cut off your little chat. You’re there for the project, not to snag some random bozo.

As he closes in behind you, he hears your conversation.

“Actually, birds are more closely related to dinosaurs than crocodiles. You couldn’t tell, right?” you explain with zeal.

Tsukishima stops in his tracks at the foreign feeling in his chest. Wait a minute. Is he actually impressed? Moreover, what the heck is he impressed for? You should know that. You are both in a higher herpetology class. Even though it hasn’t been discussed during lectures, it’s natural that you know that. However, the guy you’re talking with isn't as enthusiastic.

“Can’t blame you though. Crocs and dinos share the same sexy vibe with those chill eyes and scaly skin. Also, look at those smokin webbed feet. Fucking work of art, dude. You feel me?” you press on fanatically.

The stranger looks at you with a forced smile, obviously weirded out by your ‘passionate’ description of the reptile. “Yeah, sure. I have to go now. Bye,” the guy bows and storms away from you.

You turn your attention back to the lowered pen in front of you with a satisfied smile and shudder when you see Tsukishima already there beside you.

“Gah! You scared me. Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask with your hand still on your chest.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you creeping out that stranger.”

You tither at his answer. “Glad you didn’t. It was fun seeing him all freaked out.”

He finds it weird. He thought you just had an aversion towards athletes. That’s why you keep driving away anyone who’d approach you during matches. Apparently, that’s not the case.

“He looked like he’d follow you back to Miyagi if you didn’t go all freaky nerdy on him.”

You jeer at his comment. “He could follow me to the ends of the Earth and I still wouldn’t give him my number. I’d rather date Mr. Crocodylus siamensis over here than boring dum dums blinded by how hot I am.”

“Then why do you entertain them?” he follows up.

“Caaaauuusse it’s fun to see them squirm,” you declare cheerfully as you veer your gaze at him. “Why the sudden interest with the way I handle men, Tsukishima?”

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your lips tugging up to form a playful smirk. “Don’t tell me you suddenly find me interesting?”

You really do know how to push the right buttons to provoke him. He grits his teeth from your audacity.

“I’m joking for fuck’s sake! My god. I already know that even if it’s just the two of us on this planet, and we’d have to procreate to restart the world population, you’d rather choose to doom humanity than have anything to do with me.”

Among all the correct things that came out of your mouth, that was the only thing he could verbally agree with. “Good you know,” he retorts.

You don’t seem to take offense though. You still keep your unwavering smile as you get your phone out and take a picture of the Borneo crocodile.

“Should we go see the breeding pens now?” you ask nonchalantly, dismissing the previous conversation like it was nothing.

You both decide to hire a designated tour guide to assist you while you observe the crocodiles, particularly the ones for breeding.

“Hi, Ms. l/n. I’m Sara and I will be your guide for today,” she introduced herself with a dedicated smile.

“I’m so thrilled that you and your boyfriend decided to learn more about crocodiles for your date,” she adds.

You and Tsukishima glance at each other before turning back to her.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” “He’s not my boyfriend.”

You both say simultaneously, except yours sounded like a friendly correction while his sounded like a dead announcement.

“We’re just classmates for a project,” you correct her.

She bows apologetically with embarrassment and worry. “I’m so sorry for assuming that.”

“No worries, Sara,” you reassure her before Tsukishima says something unnecessary. “Can you lead us on the breeding pens? We’d like to observe the whole thing.”

“Of course. Right this way.”

Aside from the mishap earlier, you find Sara competent at her job as she fills you in with details not included in the sign boards in the pens. She gives you information about the mating process that you didn’t find when you researched about the subject. You assume Tsukishima’s thinking the same because he doesn’t say anything out of the blue.

“By any chance, will we see a pair mating today?” he asks after a while.

“I’m not really sure, Mr. Tsukishima. It’s really up to the animals.”

You tug on Tsukishima’s sleeve when you catch sight of one crocodile latching himself on top of another.

“What?” he asks irritatedly, but follows your line of sight.

“Oh, lucky. There you go.” Sara announces with a pleasant smile.

You get your phone and your notes. You multitask listening to Sara, taking photos, and scribbling notes on your paper pad.

On the other hand, Tsukishima multitasks observing the crocodiles in action and observing you.

You’re asking important questions to the guide while juggling other tasks. Yes, he doesn’t like you and loathes being partnered with you. However, that doesn't mean he won’t cooperate with you. He won’t mind if you ask him for help, but you seem to have even forgotten that he’s there.

He grabs your phone from your hand, garnering a confused look from you.

“I’ll take the photos. You take down notes.”

You flash him an honest, grateful smile. “Thanks, Tsukishima.”

Then, you proceed with the things you’re doing more at ease.

He can’t tell who he’s more pissed at, you or himself. Something about that display of productivity and wit unnerves him. It’s as if it’s telling him that his chagrin over you is unreasonable because you’re actually reliable when it counts. What’s worse is you’re completely oblivious to it. In fact, you’re almost ignoring him.

Goddamn it. What’s he doing? He’s completely distracted now from the project and is solely focused on you. He quickly shakes it off and calms himself down. His attention should be on the reptiles, not you.

He turns his attention back to the crocodiles, but the mating act only lasted a few minutes. After that, you both barrage Sara with an array of questions that she looked too overwhelmed by the end of your tour.

You’ve covered almost everything for the day and it’s already around 6 in the evening when you get on a bus on the way back to Miyagi.

“That was fun!” you comment ardently with an abnormal shine on your face when you sit down on the bus on the way back. He wears his headphones on before you start a conversation he’s not willing to have. From his peripheral, he sees you turning to him and as he predicted, your mouth begins moving while you animatedly narrate words he could not hear.

He’s already acting as if he can’t hear nor see you, but you still don’t stop. Knowing you, you will not stop until you make sure he notices you. He wearily removes his headphones only to see you not saying anything and only mouthing words with hand gestures.

“Seriously?” He scowls at you. He’s already exhausted at having to deal with you even for just half a day, but you still have the energy to mess with him.

You cover your mouth with your hand as you snicker but it erupts into a hoot of laughter shortly. You gasp ridiculously after you ride out your stupid amusement from poking at his patience. “Tsukki, I swear to God. You make the best faces,” you say while wiping away your joyous tears.

“Were you even going to say something worth listening to?” he questions sourly.

You study him then shake your head. “I think you’re tired, so let’s just discuss what we gathered next time. You can go ignore me now,” you tell him with an understanding smile despite the slight banter.

You tilt your body in his direction and hoist yourself up a bit to put his headphones back yourself like it’s no big deal.

You settle back into your seat while he stills on his seat, stunned with what you just did while you get your readings again and shrink to your own bubble. You don’t seem to make anything of it, so he doesn’t as well. It was very you to mindlessly get on anyone’s — particularly his — personal space anyways.

He increases the volume of his headphones and tries to relax. Yet, his attention keeps swerving back at you every now and then. You’re really concentrating hard with your brows burrowed while you stare at your hand-outs. After a while, he notices you bobbing your head from the corners of his eyes.

He can tell you’re as tired as he is and trying hard to fight the sleep that’s taking over you. The bunch of papers you previously held are now clutched on your lap.

On the last bob of your head, you snap out of it. You blink repeatedly and return your eyes to your readings again. To no avail, you’re shutting down with your eyes fluttering when you try again. You look like you decided to give it a rest and put your papers back in your bag. You cross your arms and lean back to your seat.

He feels relieved that you finally yield to your physical exhaustion. He doesn’t need an additional bullet point to his list of why he can’t fully hate you. Also, you won’t run your mouth at him if you’re asleep.

He feels the soft thump of your head on his shoulder. You probably did too as you suddenly bolt up and tell him ‘sorry' which he only understands based on how you mouthed the word. You lean back again and try to settle back to sleep. But when you start dozing off, you sway to the other side of your seat which is the aisle of the bus.

He grabs your shoulder to prevent you from tumbling down to the aisle. Your disoriented self looks around, alarmed at his sudden touch.

“Just fucking lean on me,” he spits out, irked that he has to say it out loud. It’s not like he pushed you away. You could’ve just stayed as you were and he would’ve turned a blind eye at it out of recognition of the effort you put in today. He’d just consider it one of those times that you do something annoying and he just ignores you as a response.

You regard him with dazed eyes. You open your mouth as if you’re about to say something but decide against it as you shut your eyes again and you let your head rest on his shoulder. But even then, your head still falls forward from time to time. He puts a hand on your forehead to settle you back on his shoulder and slides a bit downward on his seat to accommodate you.

Jesus Christ, you can study in a moving vehicle but can’t even do a simple thing like sleep properly on it. Why does he even have to adjust for you?

He heaves furiously in contrast to your steady breathing, letting him know that you’re easing deeper to your sleep.

He distracts himself by looking at the window, witnessing the unmoving dark sky and the changing scenery below. He lets out a sigh.

Maybe he should’ve just accepted the ten point deduction.

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E’LAST: Choi In A-Z

“Oh my god I saw you write for E'last and I've never seen someone that writes for them before! Can I please request a nsfw A-Z for Choi In? Thank you~!”

A/N: aaah finally an e’last request fgfg I’ve never seen anyone who writes for them either lol, tbh i wasnt sure there was even any e’last fans here dkdkj

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A - Aftercare In’s idea of aftercare literally just consists of a big ‘ol cuddle lol. Just laying together and talking, laughing, just generally being cute dkdkdj

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) On himself, he likes his mouth. He’s confident in his skills with his lips and he knows how much you like them too. On his partner he likes their stomach, he loves keeping his hands on the soft skin of your lower stomach as you ride him. He also thinks it looks super pretty covered in his cum oop.

C - Cum Kinda just like, lets it happen lol. He prefers to cum inside you just bc it feels more sweet and romantic to him lol, but it’s not something he’s too bothered with. As well as almost asking for permission to cum, he’ll ask you where you want him to cum so it all depends where you want it lol. “can i cum, please...where? Where do you want it? Can I-?”

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Mans wishes he was more dominant than he actually is. But he just doesn’t think he has it in him to be totally that way. Sometimes he wants to see you the whimpering mess he often ends up as, but he just cant do it. Or at least not seriously lol

E - Experience I mean...idk. He doesn’t strike me as someone who’s had a whole lot of experience but the man is 25 years old lol so he’s probably had some. I feel like, enough to know what he’s doing but he’s not gonna have tried everything he’s wanted to.

F - Favourite Position Mans a subby boi, so he likes it when you take control. He loves having you ride him; just keep him pinned down and maybe tie his wrists to the headboard too oop. There are times when he’s a bit more in control and he loves just snapping his hips into you from behind, but that’s usually when he’s just like, super needy and just needs to cum.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) I dont think In is someone who could be 100% serious like...ever. He’s just so smiley and full of love I think that would definitely cross over into the bedroom. He just has such a sweet air to him that even when he’s like in the zone, he still likes to keep things light-hearted and fun.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Super well groomed; aaaaalmost bare but not quite

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) He’s not not intimate...if that counts for anything lol. He tends to like things to be more light and fun. He doesn't like the atmosphere to be too heavy.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) I’d say pretty often tbh. Whenever he does get the urge, even if its in the middle of the day, he gets so needy he has to go and take care of himself. Like he can’t focus on anything else until he’s moved his brain out of his dick and back into his head lol.

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) As I said before lol. This man is a sub; not 100% however, but like 9 times out of 10 he just wants to be totally under your control. He’s a well behaved sub though, he thrives on praise. Tell him how well he’s doing, how good he makes you feel and he’ll be a whimpery mess in no time.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) Prefers to keep things within the bedroom largely for privacies sake. But if you had your own place to yourselves, I think he’d like be open to doing it literally anywhere lol.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) Praise praise praise. Even in the most innocent of settings, just hearing “You’re doing so well!” “You’re so good at this!” just makes his brain go into obedient sub mode lmao like “yes...I am good, let me be good for you”

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs) He’s not into anything involving pain, either giving or receiving. It’s just something he doesn’t see the point in. Like “why tf would you wanna hurt someone you’re supposed to be making feel good?” He just doesn’t get it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) When receiving, he honestly just turns to total jelly like, no matter what position y’all started in, he’ll end up laying on his back with his hand in your hair, just...a mess. When giving, he’ll start off a little shyly, but the second he starts to get a reaction from you, or if you give him some praise, he’ll go all in. He has zero shame in making the most lewd noises against you, he’ll keep going until the only thing you can say is his name. Honestly makes his ego swell like no other lol.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) It depends if he’s in sub mode or not lol. When you're taking control he likes it on the more slower side, like, much more kinda...sensual and deep movement lol. On the fewer occasions he’s not in sub mode, his pace is kinda erratic, like, short sharp thrusts, getting harder as he gets closer to finishing.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) Loooooves them. Boy gets so needy so quickly sometimes he just needs to take you both away somewhere and go at it lol. Even then he needs you to take control, hell be asking “please, please let me cum” “I need to cum fuck please”. Lowkey though, having you edge him in a situation like this is such a guilty pleasure of his too.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) Oh absolutely, for sure. He’ll give anything a go if it piques his interest enough lol. More often than not he’ll be the one who will bring things up to you that he wants to try, he’s probably got like a list of things that he’s slowly checking off that he wants to try lmao

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) He’s probably a one and done kinda guy lol. You might get a second round out of him but you’d have to give him a decent amount of time in between lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) A big fan of sensory deprivation kinda toys; blindfolds, restraints etc. He’ll use them on you if you ask him to but he really loves being the one who's being restrained.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) There are times when he wants to tease you, but he’s just really not very good at it lol.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) Quiet little whimpery type noises, he’s quite shy about them so he usually buries his face in your neck or comes in for a kiss so they're not as loud. But jokes on him bc they're so v v pretty ;((((

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) There have only been a handful of times he’s tried to be more dominant, and both times have ended in you both just being a laughing mess. He just can’t take himself seriously like that. Like he’ll have you pinned beneath him, trying to say something dirty but he just can’t get the words out without laughing. Even whilst he’s trying to pound into you, he’s still letting out little giggles bc he can’t quite believe what he’s doing. If you praise him enough though, and tell him how much you like seeing him like this, he might just start getting used to being the one in control lol.

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants) pretty average I’d say, maybe a little smaller, on the slimmer side but lowkey a super pretty pink colour oop

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) I wouldn’t say its overly high, but when he is in the mood, he gets so so needy. Like he’ll be whiney and grabby, pls give him what he needs ;((

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He wont fall asleep for a good while afterwards tbh. He’ll be so happy and smiley that he’ll just wanna stay up with you forever lol. If he does actually go to sleep, he’ll be sure to wait for you to fall asleep first.

#e'last reactions #e'last smut #choi in smut #choi in reactions #elast reactions #elast smut #elast scenarios #e'last scenarios #choi in scenarios #choi in imagines #kpop smut #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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hi!!! i hope you are having a good day :) could i request the main 6 with an mc that doesn't really know how to handle emotions because they affect their magic? like when they feel really angry, their magic starts going wild and messing the room they are in etc. i hope is not to difficult, ty !! :>♡

I wasn’t particularly happy with myself on these headcanons... Sorry if they’re not quite what you were expecting anon :-( I’ve had a bit of a tough week ╯︿╰. Thank you for your request! :)

I’ll be moving to my uni in the next few weeks so REQUESTS ARE OPEN but I may have to take a break in between them. All the current requests in my inbox will be fulfilled soon though.

Asra

Like your lost memories he believes its his fault and he’s determined to fix this. Asra can’t bring back your memories but maybe he can help you feel like a normal human being.

It kills him to see you so devoid of emotions, like a shell of what you once were.

Tragically enough he had the same problem during his teen years and who pulled him out of it and got him on track? You.

He’s lived this but he’s drowning in despair. He’s not the teacher you were, Asra will never be as fantastic as you were before.

But he forges on.

Asra uses your lessons and never gives up on you.

No matter how many times rouge magic destroys the shop or throws him down he’ll get back up and help you.

He’ll tell you not to be afraid, you’re the strongest person he knows and you can do this. You just need to find your balance, find that foothold that combines emotion and magic together.

“Without emotion magic is lifeless, and if you deprive yourself of emotion you’ll feel the same way. It’s okay to feel all these emotions because they make you, you.”

He’s always giving you wise words of wisdom, and you smile and ask him where he comes up with these sayings. Asra will just smile and tell you about his dearest friend who helped pull him up and make him a better person. You’ll ask him if they ever had problems with their emotions and magic and he’ll nod but then say with the softest of smiles...

“Yes, but they overcame it just like I know you can too.”

Nadia

She’ll give you whatever you need. Space, time, and all the patience in the world.

Nadia will never waver, she’ll stay close and yet give you the space you need to work things out.

But she know’s that being trapped in your mind without letting yourself enjoy what is happening around you is consuming.

Among her sisters Nadia never saw herself closing off to them, not letting her emotions feel anything. Deep down she had feared that she had lost them when she had done so.

She doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you, she fears that by locking away your emotions you will lose yourself and those who love you will lose you in an entirely different sense.

So she’ll sit in the room you’re practising in, Nadia will let you know that she’s there and will stubbornly tell you “you may be afraid of hurting me, but I assure you that will not be the case. I need you to trust yourself like I trust you, because if you do you trust yourself you can trust your emotions will follow.”

Her stubbornness is so deeply endearing, but Nadia is right. Trusting yourself is the key to mastering both magic and emotion and it may take some time.

But if Nadia trusts you, there is no greater motivation.

Julian

Although he’s naturally cautious of magic Julian will do his upmost to not freak out when he sees your magic go haywire.

But his eyes go just wide enough and his voice gets progressively higher than normal when you two talk about it that you know something is bugging him.

No Julian is not afraid of you, but for you.

He has not a clue as to how it works and he’s very concerned about you hurting yourself. So concerned he gets a green tint to his skin and has to lie down.

It does nothing to help your own emotions and the two of you are two worry balls for the next few days, but Julian mulls over it and thinks a lot getting a determined look in his eye.

He’ll talk about your thoughts and feelings with you, ask you what you need and how you want him to help if you want his help.

Julian will take it a step at a time, he’s good at waiting and he’ll tell you emotions are a natural part of being human and for some people emotions are heightened and difficult to understand how to balance out.

He feels overwhelmed sometimes and he’ll employ his own coping mechanisms; take a step back from the situation, breath and think about your emotions carefully, let yourself feel them but don’t let them control you, talk to someone (that last step (at least for Julian) is optional).

Muriel

It doesn’t suit you, this emotionless existence you’ve shut yourself in.

Muriel was for the longest time, afraid to show his own emotions but something about you makes him long to see you happy, sad or even angry because Muriel can feel that you don’t want to stay emotionless.

He understands you’re afraid of hurting people and causing trouble for others, it hits close to home and maybe seeing you struggle opens his eyes a little.

He won’t directly do anything to push you into practising or confronting things, sometimes the best approach is the long winding path.

Letting you feel your emotions and being in control of them, small things like feeling a bit of anger when you stub your toe or a bit of happiness when he gives you a gift.

Muriel is secretly making you comfortable with your emotions again, making sure your emotions are a slice of the cake rather than the whole thing.

And when you get so excited you could burst, you blanch in horror thinking your magic will react but it doesn’t.

You’re confused but Muriel is hiding a smile.

Portia

Portia is torn.

She wants to respect your wishes to keep things toned down but she really wants you to experience life to the full (with all your emotions).

She’s such an expressive person so she does all the emotions for the both of you, its actually amusing the way she looks at you and knows that although you’re not emoting you’re angry/sad/happy.

Seeing Portia comfortable in expressing her own emotions so fully is actually really helpful, she’s so fearless.

She helps through your own observations rather than actually doing anything.

But seeing Portia angry/sad/happy feeling those emotions and working through them through other means (mainly keeping her hands busy with gardening, petting Pepi, etc..).

You work on adopting your own relaxing mechanisms, letting yourself feel things but making sure you have something else that you can focus on besides those emotions.

Portia loves the complacent tasks you two do to work through tough emotions and she’s always showing you new projects that might work as an outlet.

Lucio

It actually makes him really sad, it takes one or two one-sided chats with Asra for Lucio to understand that this is partly his fault.

If you hadn’t died from the plague you probably wouldn’t have had a problem controlling your magic now.

Lucio doesn’t realise how to help until he is actually on the receiving end after he tried to surprise you and paid the price with bruises as a receipt.

Lucio can be impulsive and over-eager but he takes charge of the situation and when he sees you struggling he asks you to talk through your emotions.

Coming from him it is a shock but he’s seriously ready for you to talk about yourself and how you’re feeling rather than being his usual self.

Explaining how you feel any why you feel that way to Lucio opens up a lot of doors for the both of you, and makes you understand yourselves and each other much better.

#the arcana #lucio #asra #muriel #nadia #portia #julian #apprentice #julian devorak #arcana #asks #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana asks #prompts #requests

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hargreeveslftv · 4 years

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The Occult: DOOMSDAY | an umbrella academy series

chapter eight | word count: 2,851

CHAPTER EIGHT | …or for worse ( song | exit music - radiohead )

“Nuclear war, asteroids. But I’m thinking this is about the moon, right?” Luther says, instantly losing everyone in the room.

Melanie almost wants to laugh as she sees the look of desperation Diego sends Klaus the moment the word “moon” leaves Luther’s mouth, but stops suddenly, feeling a strange wave of deja vu wash over her.

“Dad must have sent me up there for a reason. And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples. So the first thing we need to do, is find his research."

"Hold on, hold the phone,” Klaus interrupts, we all died fighting this thing first time around, remember?“

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Diego asks, adding onto Klaus’s point.

Suddenly, a bright blue portal opens above the bar, making Melanie throw herself backwards into the cabinets behind the bar to avoid it.

“Jesus!” Allison yells, all of the siblings watching as Five fell on top of the bar in front of them.

“You guys, am I still high, or do you see him too?” Klaus asks worriedly.

Luther immediately starts to question him as he rolls off the bar, his feet barely landing under him as Luther and Allison help him stand up.

“Irrelevant.” He replies to his questions, snatching the coffee cup from Allison’s hand instead of answering.

The five watch him as he walks away from their little pack, slurping back every drop of coffee he could before turning to face them.

“So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us.”

“The umbrella academy.” Luther says quietly.

“Yeah, but with me, obviously.” Five adds, looking at everyone, “so if yall don’t get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves we’re screwed."

Five is met with silence as everyone stares at him in shock, Melanie wordlessly exchanging glances with Diego as he continues.

"Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us?” He asks them sternly.

“No.” Klaus replies, breaking the silence of the group and speaking for everyone.

“To give us a fighting chance to see next week, I’ve come back with a lead.” Five announces, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket, “I know who’s responsible for the apocalypse."

Allison immediately reaches out for the paper, her, Klaus and Luther crowding around it before Diego and Melanie join them.

"This is who we have to stop.” Five says as she opens the folded paper.

Reassignment: protect Harold Jenkins.

“Harold Jenkins?” Allison reads aloud.

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Diego asks, looking between Klaus and Allison to see Five.

But instead of a answer, all they get is the sound of Five slurping on Allison’s coffee cup.

“I don’t know… yet.” He says, throwing the empty cup into the room behind him. “But I know he’s responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what’s gonna happen?” Luther asks.

“I don’t know."

"Wait, so you just know his name?” Diego asks, everyone taking turns at firing their questions to Five.

“There’s probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city.” Diego says hopelessly.

“That is if he’s even in the city.” Melanie points out, Five getting more frustrated by the second.

“Well we better start looking, then."

"I’m sorry,” Allison interrupts, “am I the only one skeptical here? I mean how exactly do you know all of this about what’s his name?"

"Harold Jenkins.” Five reminds her. “You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?"

"Oh yeah, I think I remember those guys.” Klaus comments, Diego immediately snapping at him.

“Yeah the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk."

"They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on earth.” Five explains.

“The Temps what?” Allison questions, folding her arms in front of her as she stood between Diego and Luther, Klaus falling onto the couch beside him and Melanie sitting down on the one opposite.

“My former employer, they monitor all of time and space to make sure whatever is supposed to happen, happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days.” Five explain further, patience obviously thinning, “So I went to the Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."Protect Harold Jenkins.” So he must be responsible for the apocalypse.“

The three siblings still standing let silence hang for a moment, before all three of them start talking at once, Melanie reaching up to cover her ears with a groan.

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?” Someone asks, Melanie taking one hand away as Five speaks again.

“You know what else is insane? I look like a thirteen year old boy. Klaus talks to the dead, Diego controls butter knives with his mind, Allison can completely bend minds with a stupid catchphrase, Melanie could kill all of us if she wasn’t always sleep deprived, and Luther thinks he’s fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been."

"He’s got a point there.” Klaus agrees.

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it. For the next three days anyway."

"Amen to that.” Melanie mutters.

“But last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn’t I go home to my daughter?” Allison fights back.

“Because this time I’m here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people.” Five says confidently, before looking directly at Allison. “Including Claire."

"You know her name?” She asks confused, Five nodding in response.

“I do. And I’d like to live long enough to meet her."

"All right.” Allison says, convinced enough that some of her confidence returns. “Let’s get this bastard."

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins.” Diego shrugs, Five rolling his eyes and correcting him.

“Harold Jenkins."

"Whatever, I’ve already lost two people this week, I’m not losing anyone else.” He says, glancing from Luther to Melanie as he speaks.

“Luther?” Five asks, catching his attention.

“Yeah, you go. I’m gonna stay and go through Dad’s files.” He nods, “I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon."

"Oh my god Luther no one cares about the fucking moon.” Melanie complains, getting up from the couch and following Diego.

“Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?” Diego asks in disbelief.

“No, watch for threats, that’s what he told me. You think that’s a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow.” Luther argues, Melanie one eye roll away from her eyes falling out of her head at his words.

“No we should stick together.” Allison says, quickly being cut off by Five.

“We don’t have time for this.” Five yells at them.

“Let’s roll, I know where we can find this asshole.” Diego nods, glancing at Melanie before looking to Klaus. “Klaus, Melanie, you’re with me."

Melanie nods, but frowns at Klaus’s reaction.

"Yeah, no, I’m good. I think I’ll uh, I think I’ll pass. I'm… feeling a little under the weather, so uh…” He rambles, walking past everyone towards the stairs.

Melanie, Diego and Five all eye roll in unison, walking out of the living room one after the other.

Not long later, Melanie sat in the back seat of the car, Allison beside her while Diego and Five sat up front.

“He’s gotta have a record. We gotta get our hands on that file.” Diego mutters, parking the car.

“And your plan is to what, waltz in there and just ask for it?” Allison asks.

“I know the station like the back of my hand, sis. I’ve spent a lot of time inside.” He shoots her down, though not as brutally as normal.

“Handcuffed."

"Whatever. Here’s the plan-"

"Plan?” Five asks with a raised eyebrow. “I’m just gonna blink in and get the file."

"No that’s not… you don’t know the ins and outs of this place, okay?"

"Yeah none of us do because we don’t get caught with our hands in the cookie jar all the time like you do.” Melanie comments, going completely ignored by everyone.

“I literally just did this yesterday. My yesterday, not your yesterday.” Five clarifies.

The two bicker for a small while longer, Melanie and Allison exchanging looks of exhaustion at their antics.

“I made a call. That’s what a leader does. He leads.” Diego says, watching his side mirror intently, before jumping out and running down the alley.

“So,” Melanie sighs, “you guys catch dancing with the stars?"

Five and Allison just look at her for a moment, before Allison climbs out of the car.

"I’m gonna try to call Vanya.” She announces, Five sighing and following her out.

Left alone, Melanie yells out her window.

“Guess I’ll stay here then!” She yells, annoyance obvious in her tone.

Melanie tapped her foot for a moment, watching some people move around on the sidewalk before jumping out of the car herself, following her siblings paths down the street just in time to see Diego, Allison and Five gathered on the corner.

“Leonard Peabody is Harold Jenkins!” Allison announces, expecting her to know who he is while showing Melanie the picture in the police file in her hands.

“Card guy?” She frowns, finally recognising the man from the store.

“We have to get to Vanya.” Five says, looking between them with a determined look on his face.

“I know where she might be."

"How did you even know about this place?” Melanie asks.

“Okay so,” Allison explains as Diego pulls the car up to the curb outside the house she directed him to, “I maybe have already broken into his house before I knew he was a murderer."

Diego scoffs, rolling his eyes while Melanie let’s out a full belly laugh next to her sister in the backseat.

"I can’t believe you actually broke into somewhere! Tell me, was it exciting? Thrilling? To finally do something you’re not meant to for once?” She asks, her tone mocking after recalling the time Allison told on her to Reginald for breaking and entering, herself.

“It was terrifying and it shouldn’t be done.” Allison replies, making Melanie roll her eyes as they all climbed out of the car.

“Be careful, okay? We don’t know what Peabody’s capable of.” Allison warns.

“Yeah he didn’t seem dangerous when I first saw him. Looked kinda scrawny.” Diego says, shrugging it off as he walked across the lawn of the house.

“Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers.” She replies, pointing in Five’s direction, “Look at him."

"Thanks.” Five says with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s funny cause it’s true.” Melanie smiles, bumping Five with her shoulder as they approach the house.

“Good point. So what’s this guy want with Vanya?” Diego asks.

“I don’t know,” Five answers, “how about we ask him after we kill him?"

"Hey, look. I’m gonna burst through-” Diego starts, but is interrupted as Five blips away.

“Kids these days.” Melanie sighs, leaning against the brick wall beside the door.

“Hey, no, you’re just as bad as him.” Diego replies, eyebrow raised as she blows a raspberry at him.

Without warning, Diego takes a couple steps back, before jumping up and launching himself through the window in the door.

“Oh my fucking god, Diego.” Melanie groans, rubbing her temples for a moment before reaching out and twisting the doorknob, it opening freely.

“The door wasn’t locked, just so you know.” She comments, offering Diego a hand to help him up after she walks inside.

“Subtle.” Allison adds, Five actually cracking a smile for once as he looked down at Diego covered in glass.

“Yeah, well, my way works just fine.” He defends, his voice strained with pain, unsurprisingly.

“Spread out.” He instructs, walking towards one of the rooms. “Yell if you, uh… you know, you’re in trouble."

"Inspiring leadership.” Five jokes, as the three of them watch Diego walk off.

“One of the greats.” Allison agrees sarcastically.

“Come on.” Melanie nods towards the stairs, looking at Allison to accompany her.

Leading the way up the stairs, Melanie looks back to Allison for a moment, signalling to take the right, while she herself would go left. Allison nods in agreement, and the two split up as they reach the landing.

Melanie checks the rooms to the left of the stairs for anyone, but her head quickly spins around as she hears Allison call for everyone.

With Diego, Five, and Melanie responding instantly, they follow Allison’s voice up the attic stairs, Melanie pulling a face of disgust as she sees what Allison is looking at.

A shrine of sorts sits pride of place in the middle of the attic, Melanie instantly recognising the posters and dolls taped up and disfigured as those of herself and her siblings, a cold chill running through her as Diego and Five file in behind her.

“All our faces are burnt off.” Allison notices, pointing to where each figure sat lined up by number.

“Well,” Diego frowns, “that’s not creepy. This guy’s got some serious issues."

"This was never about Vanya. This was about us.” Allison realises, turning and looking at them with concern on her face.

Though any thought of Harold Jenkins is wiped away as Five collapses to the floor, Melanie’s eyes going wide before she drops to her knees beside him as he lays writhing around in pain.

Melanie holds his head up while Allison pulls back his blazer, showing a bloodstain blooming over his stomach, his shirt and vest getting pushed out of the way to reveal a seeping hole.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Diego asks, protective brotherly instincts instantly kicking in.

“You have to keep going. So… close.” Five says, his voice fading as his body stills.

“Five?” Allison asks, shaking him as Diego taps his cheek, Melanie pressing her fingers to his neck and checking for a pulse as the other two try to bring him around.

“He’s still alive. We need to get him help.” She says worriedly, glancing between the two of them.

Diego breaks about every speed limit there is driving back to the academy, Allison holding under Five’s arms while Melanie carries his legs, Diego pushing the door open in front of them.

“We should have taken him to the hospital.” Allison insists as they carry him through the foyer.

“A kid with shrapnel wounds might raise some questions.” Five comments weakly, his voice nowhere near as strong as it should have been.

“Yeah, well so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins’ attic."

"Let’s just put that one on the back burner for a minute.” Melanie instructs, as they set Five down on a couch in the living room.

“He’s still losing blood, what do we do?” Allison asks Diego as she throws her jacket off somewhere into the room.

“We gotta get the shrapnel out."

But, instead of moving to help Five, Diego freezes, looking out the door like he’s seen a ghost before jogging out.

"Diego? Where are you going?” Allison calls after him.

Melanie busied herself propping Five’s head up on a couple pillows, and getting him to tap her hand twice, a indicator they figured out in the car for him to show he was still conscious.

“Did he just say mom?” Allison asks her, to which she just shrugs.

But as Grace walks into the room, Melanie can’t help the smile that spreads across her face, jumping up from Five’s side and launching herself into her arms.

“Mom!” She yells happily, Grace returning her hug after stumbling for a second.

“Oh! Melanie dear! You nearly knocked me off my feet.” She says cheerily, smiling at her before walking to Five after Melanie lets her go.

It doesn’t take long for Grace to patch Five up, and before they know it, he’s laying on his bed with her by his side, finally resting for what Melanie guessed was the first time since he got back.

Melanie sat on the floor of his room, in front of the seat where Delores sat, Diego hovering in the doorway behind her who’s soon joined by Allison.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Melanie asks Grace, who smiles at her, nodding gently.

“He should be. He needs to rest."

Melanie sighs, but her expression quickly turns into a frown as she hears police sirens on the street out front.

Pushing herself up off the ground, she walks to the window, pushing the curtains aside just enough to see Diego walking towards a lineup of cop cars and officers with guns.

Her eyes go wide as she watches Diego not put up a fight, an officer handcuffing him peacefully.

"Five,” Melanie says tensely, “Diego’s getting arrested.

The barely conscious boy sighs, brows furrowing in stress.

"Shit."

chapter nine coming sat, oct 10th

#Umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagine #tua fanfic #tua imagine #ben hargreeves fanfic #ben hargreeves imagine #Ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #five hargreeves

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the benefits of fake dating | p.p.

summary: although incredibly annoying, flash thompson’s arrogance was just what you and peter needed.

warnings: some cussing, flash being an idiot, and 5K WORDS I POPPED OFF SO HARD

+ + +

"Flash, I don't know how you got into this school with that pea-sized, misogynistic brain of yours, but somehow it still leads you to think that you telling me how I feel is attractive. Just fuck off, please," you sigh, shutting your locker with a bang.

"Alright, for now," the boy says, smug smirk on his face. "although I know you're just denying your undying love for me. I'll wait."

Your eyebrows furrow. "Did you not hear a single word I just said?"

"Nope," a new voice pops in and you turn to see Peter, words and expression monotonous as he stares at Flash.

"Aw, and the protector swoops in to save the day. Aren't you two a cute couple?"

"Oh-" the two of you blurt at the same time.

"We're not-"

"a couple," Peter finishes for you, roses blooming on you guys' cheeks.

"It's the only explanation for little Y/N's 'disinterest'. See you later, babe," Flash nods, walking off with a wink that only bewilders you more. You and Peter look at each other.

"Did he just call me babe?"

"Apparently," Peter shrugs.

Peter should be in theatre considering the acting he does around you. It enrages him to see such a jackass bother you constantly, and the pet names only make him even angrier. If it wouldn't ruin his hero image, he'd totally wipe Flash out during one of his patrols.

"I swear, that kid makes me question things I shouldn't have to even worry about. For example, why isn't part of the requirements for getting into this school common sense?" you ask, shaking your head.

"No clue," Peter sighs. "Sorry to cut this off, but I gotta go to-"

"Physics now, yup. See you later, shithead." you nod, shoving him the other way, laughing as he almost crashes into the cheerleaders.

You resume your way to AP Calc, letting your mind inevitably fall back into your conversation with Flash. Every freaking time Peter steps in, he immediately calls him your boyfriend. But, honestly, the thought of that didn't sound too bad.

+ + +

"MJ, you're not helping."

"All I'm saying is: you tell Flash he's your boyfriend, he leaves you alone. In addition, dating Parker doesn't seem so bad, especially to you, right?"

"MJ!" you groan, falling back onto the pillows of your bed. "It's fake dating. It's not like we'd..."

You suck in a breath.

"It's not like we'd actually date."

"Yeah," she scoffs, "tell that to the prolonged hesitation in the middle of that sentence."

Goosebumps ran across your skin at the gust of cool midnight air that rushed through your window, but you didn't bother close it. You were too comfortable.

"Whatever, MJ. I'm just saying, if Flash and the rest of the school thought we were dating, not only would that jackass leave us alone, but everyone else would. And maybe even Tony and the rest of the team."

And it was at that point that Peter, donned in his Spider Suit, landed on your fire escape. You didn't notice though, too preoccupied in your conversation with MJ to change your focus. He peeked through the window, the words "fake dating" immediately making him spin around against the brick wall, telling Karen to project your conversation to him.

"Imagine having the Avengers ship you with your partner in crime. Couldn't be me."

"MJ," you groan, "It's not like they actually think Peter and I like each other."

The boy's eyes widen.

"They just saw the opportunity and took it. We're each other's age and work well together. Seems like an easy target to me. Plus, they were probably getting tired of making fun of Nat and Bruce," you explain.

A small pain rips through Peter's heart. Even though he didn't act like it, he loved the way everyone acted like they were dating. It made him feel like it was real.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to get you to believe it, Y/N. But seriously, I don't see anything bad coming out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker," MJ states. You can practically see her shrugging smugly right now.

"Well," you say, firing up, "something bad that could come out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker-"

The poor boy outside, already looking stupid and stalker-ish, becomes even more flustered.

"- is that I could lose control of the feelings I already have, MJ. Do you realize how much that would mess up our friendship?"

Your words sting like icy-hot. On one hand, it sucks to Peter that you sound totally opposed to a relationship with him, but on the other hand, he's now 99% sure that you like him too.

He couldn't bare standing there any more. He swung home, all-consumed by his thoughts.

It would be a long night for Peter Parker.

+ + +

The bags underneath Peter's eyes were enough of an example of his insomnia last night. As if his brain didn't already love to overthink, the conversation he eavesdropped last night was enough to send him into overdrive, going over possibilities, how the two of you'd act, and just the very concept of fake dating itself.

Little did he notice, you shared the same look of under-eye bags (which you failed to cover with concealer), kept up by the same conversation.

The two of you were, obliviously, on the same page. You both thought that it was a pretty smart solution to the dilemma, but both were terrified of confrontation.

For being Avengers, the two of you sure were cowards when it came to love.

The school day passed quickly and slowly at the same time, the two of you fighting to stay awake as your history teacher rambled on and on about the Sokovia Accords. It was a Thursday, so the two of you kept your weekly plans to hangout at Peter's after school to study and just hangout. Needless to say, you two almost failed to miss your stop on the subway due to your sleep deprivation.

You enter the apartment, immediately greeted by May.

"Hi, you two," she smiles, grabbing her keys off the counter and swinging her purse over her shoulder as she talks. "I have a shift in a few minutes, so you'll be on your own, but I trust you."

"Thanks," you smile.

"Of cour-" she frowns. "Y/N, did you sleep at all last night?"

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and cringe. "What? Oh, yeah, I did, I'm just... stressed, is all."

"Okay.." she eyes you, half-playful, half-serious.

"She's fine, May," Peter nods, which eventually eases the woman.

"Okay, fine. Don't keep her here too long, Peter, you both need some rest."

You give him a look and the two of you say goodbye to her before you go to his room. You eye him closely.

"Peter!"

He jumps. "Goodness, what?"

"Why do you have bags under your eyes?" you furrow your brows.

"I should be asking you the same thing," he huffs.

His attitude catches you off guard. "I asked first," you retort.

"Okay, okay, fine. I couldn't sleep."

Well, that was slightly underwhelming. "Why not?"

"I was... thinking about stuff," Peter shrugs. "not that big a deal."

"What stuff?"

A sigh of exhaustion and desperation falls from his lips as he shuffles through his bag, not looking for anything in particular, but rather a distraction. You clear your throat and hear his breath hitch.

"Do you want to date?"

Whoa there.

...

What the fuck?

The breath catches in your throat before your voices finally regains itself, a bit louder than you meant it to be. "What?!"

"No-" he sputters, eyes wide, "Like, fake date."

By some force of nature, his correction of fake dating surprises you more than just straight-up asking you to date him. Your mind becomes invaded by thoughts; questions about how he thought of that and oh shoot did he hear me last night? You sit down on his bed.

Silence fills the room that sends Peter into a thought spiral similar to your own, just about to make him break into a nervous sweat before you pipe up.

"Did you hear me last night?"

His chocolate eyes widen.

"You heard my call with MJ, didn't you?"

"How.. how would I even do that?" he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck with the hint of a crooked smile. You give him a look and he sighs. "Okay... maybe when I was on my way home from patrol I stopped on your fire escape, and maybe when I was about to come in through the window I heard you say my name, and just maybe that made me hide and listen to the rest of your conversation. And maybe I got Karen to hack into the call so I could hear it."

You shoot up from his bed excitedly, "Gotcha!"

"Whatever," he jumps back, startled, but with a smile.

You raise an eyebrow at him and plop back down on the bed, letting your back fall against the mattress. Peter marvels at how your hair is sprawled across the mattress before he, too, lays down next to you with a thud, making you laugh.

"So, fake dating, huh?" you tease.

"You're the one who came up with the idea in the first place!" he scoffs. A huff falls from your lips and Peter looks over at you. "Do you actually wanna do this?"

You shift your head to look at him. You feel that familiar feeling of the tingling in your stomach; the butterflies fluttering, the fireworks going off. Still, you hide it. "Eh, why not?"

The two of you sit up on the bed, legs criss-crossed and your foreheads less than a foot apart. Words began to fill the air as the two of you devised an intricate plan to fool everyone- well, except for MJ. And maybe May.

You came up with a set of rules:

1. No exposing yourselves to the public (duh) 2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC (hand-holding, nick-names, kisses on the cheek) 3. Go to and from school together 4. ONLY kiss on the lips if put under pressure and make it QUICK! 5. Love letters (????)

These were all scribbled on a scrap piece of paper from your journal, donned in your messy yet legible handwriting.

The whole process of coming up with this was a bit weird for the two of you. On one hand, you were super awkward with romance; your dream relationship was one where you could make fun of each other and laugh at rom-coms. On the other hand, as much as he hated to admit it, Peter Parker was a hopeless romantic. He wanted to be able to show you off and make you smile. Hence, rule #5.

He'd seen Instagram posts with clips of To All The Boys I've Loved Before. And, although he knew that movie didn't make sense to you, he found the idea of writing you love letters every day an incredibly good tactic to get you to fall in love with him.

Because, let's be honest, a huge reason that he was doing this was in hopes that just maybe the two of you would actually date. For real.

Little did he know, you felt the exact same way.

With a sigh, you folded up the scrap paper and handed it to him, getting a puzzled look in return.

"What?" you ask. "If anything, you're the one who's gonna mess up about this."

He perks up, an offended look painted on his face. "How would I possibly do that?"

"I don't know, you'd probably accidentally let it slip that this isn't real-"

Ouch.

"- or go too far with it. I've seen the look in your eyes whenever we watch rom-coms, Petey." you raise an eyebrow.

Jeez. Not only did you hit him with the already incredibly enforced friendzone (again), but you called him out for his love of rom-coms and called him Petey, a nickname that pulled at his heartstrings every time.

Guess he'd be hearing that name a lot more now.

He scoffs and shakes his head. "Whatever."

The paper crinkles as he unfolds it, scanning over the list one more time.

2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC

Hmm.

"Y/N?"

You hum.

"How are we gonna make it seem authentic if you can't even hear the word 'babe' without making a face?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's a good question. Maybe we should... practice?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cringe. A crooked, smug grin tugs at Peter's lips and you scold him, only getting a boyish laugh in return before he pounces onto you, teasing you with lovey-dovey words and tickling you.

"PETER I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SEND A POWER BLAST RIGHT INTO YOUR CHEST RIGHT NOW!"

Your words make him freeze and he hovers above you, chocolate curls hanging over his forehead as the two of you pant, slight smiles on your lips. You raise a brow.

There go the butterflies again.

Peter's eyes light up and he plops down beside you, beginning to wrap his arms around you. You slap his wrist.

"What?" he asks accusingly.

"I should be the one asking that! What do you think you're doing?" you question, slightly bewildered.

"Jeez, Y/N, I'm trying to cuddle with you."

His blunt words practically knock the air out of your lungs, but you and your stubbornness refuse to let that happen. You relax slightly at way his eyes give you a look of "just let me do this" and you give him a small sigh and nod of approval.

Peter tries to hide his happiness and content as he turns onto his side, turning you with him. His arms wrap around your waist gently and pull your back to his stomach, lacing your fingers together.

As much as you hated to admit it, this was nice.

And it was especially nice when you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a relaxed sigh.

A few minutes pass and you lay there, eyelids getting heavier by the second.

"Pete?"

He hums.

"Are we supposed to fall asleep?"

He shifts, opening his eyes drearily. "Yeah, that's kinda the point."

"Alright, dumbass, I was just checking," you say with a smile, pausing for a moment. "Okay, my turn."

Peter furrows his brows at your words before he feels you shift in his arms, turning to face him and settling into his chest. He lets out a soft hum that makes you scrunch your face with a smile, feeling him pull you closer and entangle his legs with yours.

So, who's the one that made Peter Parker a god at cuddling?

You ignore your thoughts and eventually let sleep pull you in, relaxed by the soft breaths of the boy you were so close to- not just as best friends, but now physically.

When May got home late that night, she walked into her nephew's room to catch the sight of you two, having to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out an excited yelp.

Naturally, she left the room with at least fifty pictures of the two of you.

+ + +

Despite the deepest sleep you two had ever had, your restfulness was broken within a split second by the piercing noise of Peter's alarm. You shoot up, eyes wide, only to be dragged back down by Peter's strong grip.

"Peter!" you yell.

"What?" he muffles into your hair, pulling you closer.

No time to fall into that. No matter how hard you want to.

"It's morning!" you exclaim, finally receiving the reaction you expected.

The boy practically flies up, expression matching yours. His eyes shift over to the clock, which, although inanimate, makes him jump out of the bed and begin hunting around his room.

"May!" he yells.

You snatch your bag and begin rummaging through it for your phone when Peter's door busts open, a very tired-looking May appearing in the doorway.

"Peter, what is it?" she pants, messy hair correlating with her exasperated expression.

"You let us fall asleep!" he exclaims, running his fingers through his hair.

Which- not that you notice- somehow looks even better in the morning. You completely ignore how its normally styled chocolate curls have gone wild and how it makes him even more attractive to you.

Yup. Totally ignored.

"Oh, honey," May sighs, a tired smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, "I called Y/N's mom last night to let her know she was sleeping over. I couldn't stand to wake you two up, especially considering the position you were in."

You whirl around to look at her, cheeks bright red as she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

"May," Peter groans.

She laughs. "Not sorry!"

The door shuts and you two let out a collective sigh. You begin putting your bag together, feeling a bit out of place. The sounds of ruffling in the background makes you furrow your eyebrows.

"Pete, what are you doing?"

"Oh, uh," he turns from his dresser, shirt in hand. "I didn't think you'd want to go to school in the same stuff you wore yesterday."

Your breath hitches as he tosses you a t-shirt with a science pun on it. Classic.

You hum, smirking.

"Thanks, babe."

His expression is priceless.

"What? Might as well get practicing now," you shrug innocently.

Peter lets out a small laugh and the two of you resume with your routine, leaving the apartment with lunches from May and intertwined hands.

And, in addition, a sweatshirt from Peter that smelled just like him.

The two of you walk to school, sharing headphones and getting mildly surprised looks from the other daily commuters on the subway, surely pondering about how the quiet schoolboy from Queens was holding hands with a new mystery girl.

The looks only amplify once the two of you step onto campus.

Your hands are sweaty, fingers having been locked together for a solid twenty to thirty minutes. Still, it's easy to ignore when suddenly you're getting looks from mutual classmates whose gazes now have a weird magnetic pull to your hands. The two of you are mere inches away from your locker before MJ veers in front of you, smirking and clearly satisfied.

"Looks like the idiots finally got their heads out of their asses," she smiles.

"Michelle."

Her eyebrows raise in (impressed) surprise. You never call her Michelle.

"Fine, whatever, I know what's up," she shrugs.

Peter squeezes your hand reassuringly, a silent message of "everything's okay."

"However-"

Oh boy.

"Let's not waste time pretending you both don't want this to be real."

"MJ-" Peter blurts, pleading in his voice.

Right in time for Flash Thompson to enter the scene. Both MJ and Peter can practically hear your annoyed groan at his presence.

"I'll take that as my leave," the curly-haired girl winks before she beelines the other way.

"And that'll be my entrance," Flash smirks. "Parker, I see you've taken the whole protection thing up another notch?"

You practically feel the boy next to you puff his chest up in pride (whether it was fake or not was beyond you). "Well, as her- um- boyfriend, I'm pretty sure it would be a problem if I didn't stand up for Y/N."

You look up at him, smirk on your face. Maybe you were a little peeved at the idea of having to have a boy stand up for you, but you'd let it slide in this situation.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Flash asks, a hint of confusion written in his expression that you pick up on immediately.

"Boyfriend," you nod firmly.

God, if you and Peter were alone right now you'd totally intimidate him to get rid of his rising ego.

"Well then. If the two of you are dating, why don't you kiss her, Parker?"

Or Flash can do that for you.

You look over to see his cheeks bright red. He stutters for a second before Flash raises an eyebrow, prompting Peter to lean over and plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

There.

"On the lips, dumbass."

Nevermind.

"I... uh," Peter chokes out. He's not the only flustered one anymore.

"Oh, don't be a wuss, Parker. Just give Y/N a kiss or I'll do it," Flash smirks.

Whoa there, bud.

You squeeze Peter's hand both anxiously and reassuringly, frantically trying to silently tell him to just do it. Thankfully, he gets the message, taking a deep breath and turning to face you, fingers still loosely intertwined. You give him a slight nod and he slowly leans down, minty breath lightly fanning over your lips before a loud yell erupts in the hallway, making you two jump, as well as everyone around you.

"Eugene Thompson!"

You two, free-handed (which feels refreshing), look up to see Principal Morita speeding over to the boy in front of you.

"You're coming with me," he mutters angrily, grabbing a spluttering Flash by the wrist and dragging him down the hallway.

Grateful smiles bloom on you and Peter's faces and you laugh, resting your head on his chest.

"This isn't the end of this!" Flash shouts, pointing back at you two.

"Yeah, okay, Flash!" Peter yells back, donning a boyish grin. He speaks again, whispering, "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know," you mutter, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling as he wraps his arms around you softly. "Jeez, cuddlebug."

Peter's face burns at the nickname, but he smiles, drawing circles on your back with his thumb.

"Whatever," he murmurs. "We're definitely not bad at PDA, though."

He got that right.

+ + +

You had everyone fooled.

The news spread quick, to both the school and the Avengers team.

You and Peter became relationship experts, holding hands in the hall, giving the other occasional cheek kisses, following all the rules you two had layed out.

Essentially, you both were living out your dream relationship.

You'd both be lying if you said you weren't trying to somehow make the other fall in love in hopes that the relationship would turn into a real one. You both went the extra mile- in your own ways. You'd make sure to give him plenty of kisses on the cheek- which he'd return- and call him Petey, all while wearing his clothes and using TikTok videos to guide your way (hehe). Peter would take extra thought into every word he wrote in his love letters and made sure to keep them interesting, writing them on leftover bags, old notes, or gum wrappers.

You open your locker, alone for the first time today after spending every second possible with Peter and talking to friends about your "relationship." A small, folded piece of notebook paper flutters to the ground and your face lights up, realizing it was your first letter from Peter. You unfold the paper with a smirk on your face.

"My favorite element is Uranium because I'm in love with U.

- Peter ;)"

The air in your lungs flies out. Of course he'd use a nerdy pickup line, but god, if it didn't make your stomach flutter.

"Hey."

You spin around.

"Speak of the devil," you say, waving the paper in the air.

He lightly smiles. "Was it good?"

"Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? 'Cause you're Cu-Te," you respond, getting a confused look from Peter before he's struck with realization.

"Nice."

"I know."

It almost made you want to write notes to him, but you'd figure you'd find a better idea rather than steal his.

The two of you walked into the Avengers Headquarters, fingers intertwined (as always).

"Well, well, well," Sam says, shifting his gaze from the TV over to the two of you.

The group was split in half when you and Peter announced the "news" about your relationship. One half was immediately ecstatic, running up to you with bright smiles on their faces and asking hurriedly about details. Opposingly, the other half didn't buy it one bit. When they heard the news, they gave each other wary looks and analyzed the two of you.

"Hi, guys," Peter greets, giving your hand a slight squeeze of anticipation.

"What on Earth-"

Tony is cut off by the sound of squeals from Wanda, Bucky, and Bruce, the group eagerly running to you with the biggest smiles you'd ever seen.

"FINALLY!" Scott yells as he runs down the stairs, ice cream covering his mouth and bowl still in hand.

It was a bumpy road.

You lay on your stomach, working on a physics worksheet, nearly falling off the bed when you heard a knock at your window. You raise your head to see Spider-Man gazing in. A sigh falls from your mouth as you roll off the mattress, stumbling over to the window and sliding it open.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" you yawn, falling back onto your bed and nearly crushing all of your papers.

He pulls off his mask. "Why are you so tired?"

"Pete, it's nearly one in the morning."

"Oh," he says quietly. Late nights never got to him.

You close your eyes. "Why are you here, again?"

"Well.. I uh," he hesitates. You grumble and he continues. "I was thinking about this whole relationship thing and it's authenticity and I don't know I kinda missed you and I was thinking maybe we could cuddle just cause it might help with the chemistry and stuff you know-"

"Just get in bed, Peter."

He shuts his mouth immediately, hesitating before piling your papers and neatly placing your things on your desk. Then he looks down at himself.

"Do you by chance have any-"

"Top drawer."

He pulls open the drawer to see a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt you'd stolen from him a few weeks ago. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at the knowledge that you'd worn these and kept them. He glances at you before pressing the spider at the center of his chest, feeling the suit loosen and fall to his feet.

You open your eyes.

Of course, you and Peter had seen each other in just underwear; you'd known each other for ages. But it was different now.

Your eyes scanned over his body, just donned in a pair of plaid briefs as he dressed himself. You look away as he turns around, clothed.

The boy then walks to you, picking you up lightly and adjusting you on the bed, pulling the covers and sliding underneath them behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, easing into him and letting sleep overcome you.

+ + +

You should've seen it coming.

Sure, you did, but you never acknowledged it. Your subconscious was playing a manipulative game and you desperately wished to have a talk with it.

You were in love with Peter Parker.

It was known well within you, but you'd never fully registered it until now, here, in the middle of a training session.

Heavy breaths flew out of you as you panted, sweat dripping off of your forehead. Peter stood a few feet away from you, in fighting stance, panting and sweating just how you were. His front curls were getting soaked in sweat, hanging over his forehead as he bounced on his feet. You couldn't help but let your mind get pulled away from your session and towards the fact that he looks so incredibly hot right now.

And then you got angry.

It made you mad that you'd held these emotions in for so long. You'd loved Peter your whole life and never once thought about making a move. It was stupid.

You didn't even give him the nod you normally do, throwing a punch and just barely skimming him in the gut. His eyes widened.

"Jeez, Y/N! You know I have fast reflexes, but that doesn't mean you ignore the signal," he pants, exasperated.

Your hard gaze meets his soft one for a split second before you begin laying it on him, the hardest the two of you had ever sparred. The poor boy was trying to talk to you the whole time, letting out pleads between his pants of desperation, trying to get you to calm down.

"Wow, you two really like getting at it, don't you."

You pull back, snapping your head over at Sam, open door behind him and smirk on his face.

Peter stops. "Uh, now's not a good ti-"

"Get out, Wilson, or I'll shove my finger up your nose so hard that-"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Sam smiles, walking out and shutting the door behind him.

An exhausted huff falls from Peter's lips as he looks at you.

"Y/N," he pleads, "what's wrong?"

You shake your head, entering fighting stance again. He sighs, doing the same before you resume your session, taking a swing at him and barely missing.

"What's wrong," you huff, knocking him out from underneath and pinning him to the ground. "is that I'm in love with you, dumbass."

His eyes widen. You let out a sigh, relief and sympathy immediately washing over you. You look down at yourself, practically straddling the boy on the ground.

And then he flips you around, hands on opposite sides of your head and his breath fanning over your face. He has a soft look, mixed with exhaustion and what seems to be relief and joy. Finally.

Peter Parker smiles, tilts his head down, and lays his lips on yours.

Fake relationship my ass.

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goodness gracious that took so long to write

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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hexlikesramennoodles · 5 years

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If you’re still doing kissing prompts? #4

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Author’s note: this is rated M for suggestive content and violence. Inspired by this beautiful work of art by @kelpie-earnest.

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here,” Max said. “He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

Steve gazed through the gap in Joyce Byers’ curtains, out to where the Camaro was tucked in the driveway like some gigantic waiting spider. The noise generated by the engine was tremendous, a powerful, vibrating thrum of tectonic force that could be felt through the walls. Right through to the marrow.

“Lock yourselves in,” he said.

Four pairs of disbelieving eyes swiveled around to stare at him. Steve felt the strange urge to laugh. Before he could, though, they all started arguing at once:

“Steve, no—”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’ll kill you—”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve said in a loud voice, clapping his hands. “Did I stutter, you boneheads? Lock yourselves in, I said. Don’t open the door until you hear me say so.” He gestured vaguely to the window. “If it goes south—”

He heard Dustin’s intake of breath, registered Lucas’ eyes growing large and round in their sockets, but couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge them both, lest he start thinking too hard about what it was he meant to do—

“You run like hell, okay?”

It was fine, he told himself. He had survived the Demodogs. He could survive this, too. One carrier was chump change compared to what lurked in Hawkins’ cavernous underbelly. He was going to be completely fine.

It wasn’t until he stepped out onto the porch that he realized he’d forgotten to bring his bat.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

As always, the cherry of Billy’s lit cigarette preceded the rest of him. Steve watched its slow orbit in the gloom, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Something made him uncross them, straighten his spine. A mnemonic echo. Billy’s fangs jutting wetly from the bed of his mouth, his hand held out. Plant your feet.

“I didn’t know carriers could dream,” he said evenly.

Billy lowered his hand. The cherry descended like a miniature comet, trailing embers and smoke. “I’m looking for my step-sister,” he said. The words were casual, almost friendly. They didn’t match his eyes. “Little birdie told me she was here.”

“I haven’t seen her, man. Sorry.”

A sudden explosion of glass made him jump: a beer bottle, flung from Billy’s hand into the gutter. Foam bubbled sluggishly from its broken neck, spreading across the blacktop in jagged white lines.

“You know,” Billy said. The driver’s door slammed shut, but the headlights stayed on; they cut a bright, glaring swath through the trees. “I was meant to be goin’ on a date tonight, amigo. I had it all planned out. Sure, his face wasn’t much to look at, but his neck? A whole meal. He had his own donor card, too. Certified and everything. But then what happens? Maxine goes missing, and I get told—I get told that I have to find her sorry ass, because she’s my responsibility. Which means my night—all that hard work—is down the toilet. Fucked.”

He smiled, then. Or snarled. The cherry of his cigarette rose, a wandering red star, a demon’s eye that kept lazily opening and closing on each inhale. Billy opened his mouth, still smiling, and doused the cigarette on his tongue. There was an angry hss of cooking flesh, like animal fat rendering over an open flame.

“As far as I’m concerned, you took my fuckin’ food, Harrington,” Billy continued, dropping the butt under his boot. “Are you gonna pay for it?”

“Will you leave them alone if I do?”

He could tell by the way Billy paused that whatever he’d been expecting when he stepped out of the Camaro, it hadn’t been that. Steve watched him flick his tongue over his teeth, telling himself that he was used to the sight by now. It was generally considered to be bad etiquette for carriers to flaunt their fangs in public, the same way it was considered indecent for non-carrier women to breastfeed in shopping malls. Billy was either unaware of the unspoken social laws of his kind, or he considered himself to be above them. Steve would bet all the money in his wallet on the latter; whether it was on the court or in class, the locker rooms or at house parties, Billy always had his fangs out.

“If the price is right,” Billy said. He was silent for another moment, his tongue between his teeth, studying Steve with an expression that was difficult to read. Sizing up the merchandise, Steve thought. “Have you been tested?”

He nodded. “When I was with Nancy, I—”

“Oh, that’s right,” Billy exclaimed, his smile turning into a sneer, “you were her blood bag.”

Steve gritted his teeth through the mockery. “I was her donor.”

“Please. We both know what you were, Harrington. What you still are. There’s no use denying it.” Billy moved with frightening agility; one moment he was on the other side of the road, the next he was breathing down Steve’s neck, his teeth—both incisors, each at least an inch long—hot and hard against Steve’s pulse. His pupils were two scorch marks, deepest obsidian ringed in flaming red and orange. “You and everybody else in that house, you’re all just meat. Prey. And I’m the hunter.”

“Not tonight,” Steve said. He turned his head, willing himself to stare into the darkest center of the red. The rage and hunger there. “Not ever. You can have me. But you can’t have them. They’re off limits from now on, you understand?”

Billy’s lips peeled apart. “Like I said. If the price is right.” He jerked his head in the direction of the Camaro. “Let’s have a taste.”

“Don’t you wanna take this elsewhere?”

“Why? I’m already dressed up for it.” In the blink of an eye, Billy was standing on the opposite sidewalk, holding the passenger door open. “Get in the car, blood bag.”

The inside of the Camaro was surprisingly clean, save for the smell: hot ash and hot blood. Visceral and vital. It was the smell of a fever that had yet to burn itself out, cloying and oppressive; the smell of a cancer ward. The word vampire was outdated. Vampire was for old Christopher Lee movies, for actors with powdered faces and plastic fangs smeared with sticky, ketchup-looking fake blood. Carrier was treatable; vampire wasn’t. Carrier made it sound akin to plague; carrier and medical emergency and regressive behavior. Carriers—not vampires—still retained their humanity somewhere inside, despite their monstrous symptoms. Steve knew better. Billy, like Nancy before him, was nothing human.

“Where did Wheeler like to have her fill?” Billy asked. “From your neck?”

“No. From my thumb.”

“Your—seriously?” Billy threw back his head, letting out a quick, yipping laugh. Steve followed the needlepoint gleam of his incisors with nauseated fascination. “How fuckin’ chaste. And you—you were okay with that, pretty boy?”

“You know, they don’t recommend you drink from the neck, typically,” Steve said. “Because it’s so close to the artery—”

“That’s what makes it feel so fuckin’ good, though. Like, really good.” Billy caught his eye in the rearview mirror and smirked, then leaned across to squeeze his knee. “Better than getting your finger sucked by some prissy bitch in her daddy’s pillbox McMansion.”

Steve pushed his knee out of Billy’s grip. “Don’t call her a bitch.”

“I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want, Harrington. She deprived you, and she did it on purpose. I bet she knew that if you had it elsewhere, you’d leave her in the dust.”

Something about Billy’s eyes, this close—how the red surrounding his pupils fluctuated as he spoke, shifting and dancing like real flames—had loosened Steve’s tongue, made him less aware of himself and his surroundings. Hadn’t there been a warning in the pamphlets about looking directly into carriers’ eyes? He couldn’t remember.

“It doesn’t matter,” he heard himself say. “She left me in the dust first.”

(Why not? Steve thought. Underneath the blood and ash and sickroom smell, he could just make out Billy’s cologne, a hint of sweetness to offset the bitter. The world was going to hell in a handbasket, but Billy looked like the closest thing to a model from a Calvin Klein magazine spread. Pretty. Hair spilling down his shoulders in soft, stylized waves, his muscled arms sitting snugly in the sleeves of his maroon shirt; Steve had always envied him for his arms. Why the fuck not?)

“She did, didn’t she?” Billy made a soft, sympathetic noise that was as bogus as it was scathing. “Oh, and she hurt you, too. She really hurt. But it’s okay now, though, because you’ve got me. And I can show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

He leaned across, so abruptly Steve didn’t have time to parse what was happening; panicking, he blurted out: “Is it gonna hurt?”

Billy’s smile paused inches from his neck. “It will, and then it won’t,” he said, “but you gotta relax first.”

Steve thought of Nancy. Billy’s hand was creeping up his arm, over his shoulder. Pulling the collar of his jacket and T-shirt to one side. Moving slow, like he wanted to savor it. Steve fixed his eyes straight ahead, on the outline of the driveway just outside the reach of the Camaro’s headlights. The engine growled and shuddered underneath his feet like an animal that wanted to throw him off. He thought of Nancy, or he tried to. Every time he pictured her smile, he came up short.

Billy let out a shaky breath. “Beautiful,” he said.

“What?” Steve said, distracted.

“Nothing, Harrington. Just relax.”

With Nancy, it had been like getting a flu shot. A quick jab, minimal pain, no mess. If Steve became lightheaded, she would stop. If he told her to stop, she would stop.

He didn’t know if Billy would extend him the same courtesy.

Minimal pain, no mess. Billy’s thumb caressed his neck, soothing the hoofbeat clatter of his heart. He was no longer smiling. Steve closed his eyes.

It was quick, he’d give Billy that—the initial pain. Steve shifted in the passenger seat, tilting his head as far back as the headrest would allow; Billy moved with him, cupping his jaw. He bit down lightly, suckling on Steve’s neck. Pain blossomed like a flare in the dark. Fading as Billy’s teeth probed deeper. He made a noise against Steve’s skin. It might have been a sigh of relief. A moan. Steve couldn’t tell.

“Let me know when you see the colors,” Billy said thickly. He sounded drunk. His hand was back on Steve’s knee, massaging the bone, anchoring them both.

“The—”

Billy bit down again and Steve cried out, shocked, his spine bowing. Not from pain. The pain had subsided entirely, morphed into a distant, warm prickling. It was actually kind of nice. Steve let the tension in his shoulders slacken, giving Billy’s mouth more leeway to rove over his skin. He was sucking hard, lapping at Steve’s neck like a dog with a bowl of water, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed, paused to breathe.

“Knew you’d taste good.”

Billy’s voice, faint. Prickling like pins and needles. Steve was starting to feel as though he’d fallen asleep with his arm trapped underneath his body; the tingling, pins and needles sensation had spread from his neck down to his wrist. Numb and blissful. The heat from Billy’s mouth was building, tightening into a stranglehold. The car was getting warmer.

“I’d think about it,” Billy’s voice said. Still faint, still distant and removed. Steve fought to open his eyes; he was dimly aware of someone watching him, the hand on his knee parting his legs to run up the inseam of his jeans. He was too warm to do anything about it. “You know, when we were in the showers together and you’d … you’d just stand there, ignoring everybody else, I’d look at you, and think about what it would be like if I just …”

“Tore my throat out?” Steve slurred.

The prickling had turned into an itch, restless, fierce. Billy latched onto his neck, sucking with a junkie’s greed for his next fix, like he would die if he didn’t have it, like there was nothing in the world that mattered more. “No,” he said, laughing. Pulling off his neck with an obscene, theatrical pop that should have made Steve retch. Instead, it sent desire licking down his spine. “Hey, I’ve never killed anybody. Ask Laurie. Ask Tina. They both came to me begging for it. You know, I’ve always thought there was somethin’ in the water here that drove people crazy horny. Maybe you’re all just bored. Too wimpy to turn to meth. I was doing them a favor, man. There are worse things to get hooked on.”

“You were doing them a favor, huh? Wow. What a hero you are.”

“It was a mutually beneficial partnership,” Billy insisted. “You can feel it, right? It’s like … fuck, it’s like we’re fucking, almost. Or doing poppers. Except there’s no come down, no limit to how high you can get … you just keep flying … and flying …”

“Uh,” was all Steve could say. It did sort of feel like he was flying. He could no longer feel his arm, or his leg; the left side of his body seemed to have dissolved, become incorporeal. He didn’t have any sense of where the roof of the Camaro had gone; he was rising, being steadily submerged into the night sky. There came another moan. Billy’s teeth were thumb tacks pressing into the grooves of his palms, pins and needles, prickling and itching and stoking the fire between them.

“Can you feel it, Steve?” he was panting. His hand clutched at Steve’s leg in ecstasy and desperation. “Can you see me?”

“I—I can see you,” Steve mumbled. He was hot all over, floating in an ozone layer of swirling blues and greens and pinks. Each color was its own self-contained galaxy; each color reminded him of Billy’s eyes, ever-changing. Rings hot with lust. “God, the colors, Billy … I didn’t know …”

“It’s called a glamour,” Billy said. “I told you, baby. It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Good? It’s—it’s incredible. God, I’m—”

“Yeah?” Somewhere back on Earth, Billy’s smile had returned, wide and cannibalistic. “Yeah, baby? Are you close?”

“I’m—” Steve said, swallowing. His hands flapped at Billy’s chest like maimed birds. “I’m—I’m—”

It came at him out of nowhere, all at once. When it did, his mouth was still straining to form the words that he could no longer speak, pleasure robbing him of all ability to do so: I’m, I’m, ohmyGod, Billy, Billy, I’m gonna. Something soft brushed his cheek and he automatically turned towards it, his mouth opening, searching for comfort like a newborn’s rooting reflex searched for the nipple. He met the soft something halfway, and tasted himself.

Billy kissed him hard, his mouth tasting of Steve’s blood. The kiss was without fangs, without hunger or violence. His hand caressed Steve’s neck, played with his hair. His grip was lax and boneless.

He was well fed.

“Like we’re fucking,” Steve repeated. His voice sounded husky and raw, his vocal chords crippled. He was still coming, still high; his wrists trembled through the ghostly aftershocks. “Did you dream about that, too?”

He knew Billy was watching him. The prickling in his neck was all but gone; the wound had already sutured itself closed, and it would only reopen the next time Billy came for him. And he would come, Steve thought, with an odd sense of pride. Billy was the one who needed him, now. He wouldn’t be able to find it anywhere else. Not the way Steve tasted.

Billy reached for the steering wheel. He turned the key, and the headlights stuttered. Then, like a candleflame guttering out, they went dark.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #vampire!billy #blood drinking #my writing #writing prompts #it has just occurred to me that i could have done this for the neck kisses one and it would've made more sense #i only realised i wanted to write vampire!billy like 2 days ago so

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 4 years

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The number one complaint among men in the FFWPU

▲ The Moon family in August 1991.

If a man thinks he owns his wife’s vagina then he’s a rapist. His wife’s sexual organs are hers and hers alone, to give or not to give according to her own will. And that is why the number one complaint among UC men is that their wives do not want to have sex with them.

RE: Richard Panzer defends Moon on who the owner of a women’s body is … as in, sexual organs, as Moon refers to those women’s body parts.

From the mouth of Sun Myung Moon: “American women think of their organs as belonging to them. As a result, they act freely and do whatever they want with them. This is also the case for the men. But you are only the caretaker of your sexual organ. In other words, the caretakers are passing themselves off as the owners.

I ask the women: When did you meet the owner of your sexual organ? The owner is your husband. And you men: Do yours belong to you? Then what is marriage? Through marriage men and women are to find the owners of their sexual organs…If man and woman are meant to marry among themselves, how can there be gays or lesbians? They will cease to exist. In less than a century, they will be gone in one generation. In light of this, should you get married or not? Why get married? Because this is the way it is, you need to get married. You must absolutely get married.” (162-50, 1987.3.22) CSG 1750-51

Notice in the quote above that Moon never mentions love as a motive for a man and a woman to marry. I think that says everything about the man!

If Moon really believed the statement he made about a woman’s sexual organ belonging to her husband, then why did he put his sexual organ into the sexual organs of married women who joined his church in Korea?

Moon is a sexual thief, just like Lucifer was.

According to Moon, he gave Hak Ja Han’s sexual organ (you know, his penis) to another woman, named Annie Choi – the mother of Sam Park, born in 1966. So, according to his own interpretation of the ownership of a person’s sexual organ, Moon is a thief because he gave to Annie Choi that which he claimed belonged only to his wife, Hak Ja Han, as her personal property.

How do UC members keep making excuses for this messed up megalomaniac? Do members ever stop to listen to their own warped reasoning where Moon is concerned? Do they have any idea how insane their justifications sound to reasonable people who don’t have a dog in any fight to defend Moon?

Do husbands believe their wives, who were given to them by Moon like pieces of property, without love even being a consideration, gave their bodies to them because the wives believed the husbands were the true owners of their bodies? Are the husbands seriously that blind and heartless?

Women in the UC are taught that they cannot have a family without Moon’s permission. They want a family so they let Moon give their bodies to men they don’t know or love.

Moon makes sure men and women of the church are sexually deprived as long as he can – and keeps the prospect of a family from them, dangled like a bait. Members often work hard, channelling their pent up sexual energies into building him an empire. Young-whi Kim explained, in New York a couple of years ago, that is why Moon held back on giving the “Blessing” to members from the mid 1960s onwards.

There is also the pyramid scheme of members not being able to even get matched, and then married – to a total stranger – unless they bring three new recruits (archangels to protect their blessing) into the church.

Then Moon controls the couple’s sex life through the three day ceremony. The first sexual experience of a couple is never forgotten. Moon witnesses the act through the photo of himself that he demands is always in the bedroom. Are the wives firstly “brides of Christ,” – brides of Moon? Moon told one husband “She belongs to me.” Three in the bed? Sex in the UC is always under the shadow of Moon.

Members are taught to believe the act of sex will get them in on God’s good side, and hopefully into heaven itself. It is about ritual and duty … and the “cleansing of original sin”.

I know that the majority of the women in the UC are not married to the man they love, but to the man they were conned into marrying. I know way too many “sisters” in the church for whom sex is not something they want because it is devoid of real love. I know way too many children in the UC who were not conceived in the love between a real husband and a real wife.

Some couples have grown to love each other, but they are in the minority. Duty and fear of losing the “salvation” Moon offered, and fear of damnation in the spirit world, can be strong factors in keeping couples together who would otherwise divorce.

Other couples have decided to stay together, sometimes for the love of their children, although they would never have chosen each other.

Then the UC seeks to gain and maintain control over the “blessed children” encouraging them to go to church and workshops, where they are taught to fear “falling” and any thoughts of sex. The children are often told that their own parents failed – and that they should only respect “True Parents”. The UC wants them as the next generation of witnessers and fundraisers to sustain their Korean empire.

Moon said to second generation members in Korea in the mid 1990s: “Your parents are like used tampons”.

This was translated into English as: “Your parents have not completely fulfilled”.

Nice, real nice.

[expanded from a post on WIOTM.]

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Linda Feher wrote this a year or two ago:

I myself remember laughing with all the women in attendance at East Garden one morning when SMM asked us who we loved more, him or our own husbands. We all laughed and screamed “YOU FATHER!” Then he told us it was our job to bring our husbands money to him. He said we women were responsible to bring back to him – “the True Adam” – God’s money. He said we were like heavenly thieves for God because we had our hands firmly on our husbands wallets and that as Eve it was our responsibility to bring what belonged to God back to God … meaning HIMSELF.

… Isn’t it more of an Archangel type personality to want all the women to love you more then they love their own husbands. Isn’t it more Archangelic to demand that the women who love you more than they love their own husbands bring their husband’s money to you? …

After I wrote [an earlier] piece about the nature of an Archangel, meaning Moon, I couldn’t help but wonder if all you men out there really think the purpose of the messiah is to emasculate all of you. Bow to Moon. Let him tell you how to live. Let him tell you have no right to fall in love of your own free will. Let him tell you who to love, who to make a family with – who to have sex with. Let him tell your wives to leave you so that they can do his bidding. Remember the three years separation period and then the 40 days separation period, and then how to have sex the first three times? Remember all the mission demands, like IOWC where all the wives had to leave their husbands and even their children for three years? Let him tell your wives to take your money and give it to him?

Really if any other man was doing such things and you saw it from the outside in, instead of the inside out, what in God’s name would you think of this kind of crap? Really? Do you think so very little of yourselves that you actually enjoy handing over your balls at the door when you joined the UC? Cain and Abel? Moon is Abel and all other men of the world are Cain? It totally emasculating.

Isn’t emasculation what the Archangel did to Adam in the garden?

In your hearts you know it is.

My husband is a man in his own right. He never accepted the emasculation of Moon and his church. He was always considered a real Cain because he wouldn’t conform. And that got him the respect of your [former] LLM minister, In Jin Moon. That’s real world stuff, that’s not some UC sycophantic wishful thinking where you worship the Moons and they treat you like servants. The men who are the worst sycophants are the ones who manoeuvre into Abel/leadership positions so they can then emasculate the Cains under them, just like Moon did to them.

You may think Jesus is the wimp and Moon is the True Adam. But one of them gave his life for mankind and the other does nothing but take and take and take.

Example: The Moon’s are Billionaires. You know that. So why couldn’t they pay for the 40 year celebration party in the US when all the old members were the honorees? Why did members have to pay for such an honorary party? Celebrating 40 years of sacrificial service – and the rich Moons couldn’t foot the bill? Why in God’s name didn’t they? They’re takers. Always have been, always will be. One Adam gives, the other takes away. One of them is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing. One of them is actually archangelic in nature. You decide who you really want to emulate.

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Richard Barlow wrote: “We have to kick Moon out of our beds (wives should not regard their husbands as pathetic ‘restored archangels’ or poor substitutes for the ultimate ‘alpha male’, the ‘universal bridegroom’ who thought all women in the world rightfully belonged to him).”

Karen Alleyne Taylor: “Richard, I’ve had personal experience that confirms exactly what you say. Three months after Steve and I were matched, one week before the wedding at Madison Square Garden, we were both sitting in front of Mr Moon as he launched into what would be a 12 hour speech marathon in his mansion home of East Garden.

Both Steve and I were present earlier that morning at Belvedere when Mr Moon confessed an incident that occurred while receiving a massage from widowed 36 couple wife Mrs Lee, following a long day of tuna fishing in Gloucester earlier that year. He told the crowd at Belvedere he had dozed off and thinking he was in bed with Hak reached up to fondle her breasts. The next morning, both he and Hak Ja Han apologised to Mrs Lee for that innocent mistake. “Oh, Father, I was massaging your arm, it was a reflex action!” Ho, ho ho. All of us gullible, starry eyed kids laughed in shock at our idol, and loved his humble honesty. He told us he had a pure mind that did not regard women as sexual conquests.

Only a short time later at East Garden he began a 12 hour speech/meeting with Ocean Church members and American CARP leaders by comparing Koreans, Japanese and Americans to parts of the body. He then continued and recalled his confession at Belvedere, assuring us of his mighty powers of self control and his pure mind completely free of sexual thoughts towards women. I was sitting right at his feet, as I had been the week before at the rented home in Provincetown when he spoke to many newly wedded Ocean Church couples at the conclusion of the tuna season. He knew me from touring the Good Go boat factory in Long Island City where I was a small parts fabricator and gelcoater. He knew me from a surprise visit he made to Master Marine members following the Reagan election when he played with my hair and suddenly yanked me by my jacket until our noses touched. Perhaps this is why he felt comfortable to do what he did next.

Suddenly, as quick as lightning, he reached down and cupped my right breast, giving it a good squeeze, as if he was testing a ripe piece of fruit. I remember feeling as if time was frozen, and so many thoughts rushed into my mind. Finally, I thought he was just stirring up the stuffed shirts again, I knew he had a good sense of humor and I thought, what a joke. I saw the faces of shock, and eyes popping out and I laughed.

He looked over to Steve, who sat only a short distance away and said to him in English, “She belongs to me first”. He looked pointedly at him while Bo Hi Pak translated, “if you don’t like it you can leave the room”. Steve shook his head and said, “It’s ok, Father” or words to that effect. Over the years I wondered what that was all about, I wanted to understand the significance. Now I do understand, the reality has been unlocked for me, thanks to courageous women like Nansook Hong and Annie Choi.

Richard, you wrote, “And there is yet more stuff to come out about the Rev which has been held back for legal reasons, but which, if and when it emerges, will shock even those whose faith has remained intact despite all the previous revelations.”

I look forward to that stuff. I prefer to hear the bitter truth rather than embrace seductive lies.”

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The Fall of the House of Moon – New Republic

Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child – Mother Jones

Sam Park reveals Moon’s hidden history

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Kim Myung-hee, the third wife of Sun Myung Moon

#Sun Myung Moon #abuse #exploitation #Six wives of Moon

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years

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In the end~ Jeon Wonwoo

Anon requested: “Alright I’m feeling some angst, can you do a scenario (if something like this has been done before disregard this) where you are Wonwoo’s girlfriend but you can’t take the pressure anymore so you leave? Thank you!❤️”

Genre: NOT FLUFF FOR ONCE TURN BACK NOW IF YOU'RE EXPECTING THAT LOL OMFG WHAT HAVE WE DONE IS THIS ACTUAL ANGST YES IT IS IKR THE WORLD HAS ENDED (also yes I made the moodboard idk)

Word Count: 2387

A/N: flashbacks / dreams are in italics, sorry if this was awful, hope you enjoy! ~ Jess

"I think the worst fear I have is losing someone close to me

maybe a friend, because I never texted them often enough

or a family member, because I didn't take a call

just anyone really, because of me

you'd think, 'Well, that's a perfectly normal fear to have'

and I suppose it is

everyone would be scared of losing someone dear to them

everyone is scared

but what makes this fear worse at least for me

is the idea that I'll lose someone I love

not because they walked away, having given up on me

not because I think I don't need them in my life anymore

but because we both couldn't handle it

and because I drove them away

because I wasn't enough and will never be

because somewhere deep inside my heart and maybe theirs too

I couldn't find enough love to spare

couldn't find enough of something to fight for this person

that is where we are.

I drove you away because I was scared

and we both didn't fight for what we loved

and so today we both lose.

you can take from me a limitless amount because I owe you that much

however, I can only take so much from you before we both crumble

and that's how it would end up being

a lone figure standing out in the night

a silence deep enough to drown you

a hole that can't be filled

I hope you understand"

Several hours before

probably a million words could have passed between you and Wonwoo at that moment

the two of you facing each other

standing under a singular lamppost on the street

walking home after a quick dinner

the world blurring at the edges of your vision

"Hey are you ok?" Wonwoo took his hand out of his pocket to take yours

you watched as he lightly took your hand in his, eyes lingering when he intertwined his fingers with yours

pulling your cold hand into his pocket with him

his dark eyes, generally a bit cold, gazing sadly into yours

yet

as warm as his hand should have been

as warm as you should have felt

your hand remained cold in his grasp

maybe it was the wind

"I'm just tired." You attempt a smile

not fooling Wonwoo of course

but as was per status quo

he didn't press

didn't even demand an answer for your behavior

didn't show anything beyond the motions that came with him being your boyfriend

didn't show a single indication that he should be concerned

his face remained passive as he pressed his lips together and started walking again, your hand still in his pocket

as you both hugged yourselves closer to your coats against the cold evening

you let your mind wonder

a walk down memory lane as they say

you let yourself think back to a day a long time ago

"Y/n" you looked up from the book you were reading

"Oh Wonwoo!" you bounded up to him from your seat

he was standing by the door, a blazer slung over his shoulder, a tie pulled loosely around his neck

"What are you doing here?"

"Got the day off, wanna go somewhere?"

"It's like like 11:00pm, what do you mean day off?"

"So it's a yes?"

his smile lit up his face as he scrunched his nose cutely at your response

"I'll go if it's an adventure, Jeon Wonwoo."

"It will be." His eyes sparkled, a promise he meant to keep

you were jolted out of the memory of that night by Wonwoo's quickening pace

"It's cold, let's go home." he said

you pulled your hand away out of his pocket, causing Wonwoo to stop and turn to face you

"It's cold, come on." he said once again

"Hang on, you're walking too quickly."

a sort of silently communicated plea as your voice broke

a look in your eyes as you looked into his

searching for the warmth that you knew was in there

that had been there for you

it was hard to breathe

your legs wanted to give way

you wanted to close your eyes and sleep here in the middle of the street

"Y/n. . ."

the world blurred again

the face in front of you

Wonwoo

he was fading

and you felt the world tilt as your vision darkened and you fell sideways

everything was black

what was that sound?

sirens?

the world was dark and you barely heard Wonwoo shouting your name

as you fell into another dream

"So...."

Wonwoo began sliding closer to you while looking out over the railing

"I've liked you for a while and...."

you looked up from the sunset at the boy before you

"Jeon Wonwoo, are you confessing right now?"

"I..."

"And here I thought I would beat you to it, after all I asked you to hang out today and watch the sun set with me."

he stared at you eyes wide

"Do you like me?"

"As nonsensical as love and emotions are made out to be in novels, did you really not know, Romeo?" you teased

"Hey, I read one line of Romeo and Juliet for you and I get teased forever."

"What can I say, I like the concept of star-crossed lovers, it's tragic but meant to be."

"I suppose." He chuckled

"Doesn't change the fact they fell in love with each other after like two days within meeting." You sighed

"Love takes a while to truly develop." He nods

"I guess my feelings for you must have developed over some time then." you laughed facing him noticing the slight blush rising to his face

"Maybe... I'm not Romeo though..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I liked you for a long time too y/n, and I won't leave you stupidly like Romeo did." he smiled

"I'm not worried you'll leave, Juliet was stupid too." you smiled back

"They both were, because of 'love'"

"Crazy in love I suppose you could say."

"Possibly" he looked at you a bit seriously

"Well I for one am quite a practical person, and since you confessed your feelings first, I'll ask you on the first date."

"Hey that's not how it works."

"It's the 21st century, Wonwoo, and I like you so that restaurant by campus by six?"

"It's a date then."

"I'll wait, Romeo."

"You won't have to, Juliet"

somewhere in your dream state you cried

sobbed for that moment

when all the stars had lined up

when everything had hinted at this moment

"I'll wait, Romeo."

"You won't have to, Juliet."

you cried for that moment when you had realized how much you liked Wonwoo

because as soon as you had confirmed it

fate had decided the two of you would be fated for tragedy

and as the dream you continued to cry for your loss

you felt yourself slowly waking up

"I love you, y/n." The first time he said it on your one year anniversary flashing through your dream state as you rose out of sleep

"I won't leave you like Romeo did."

the way he had held onto you for all those dates

the whispered love confessions over the phone at work

all of it flashed before you before you opened your eyes

"Dehydration and sleep deprivation, she must not have slept for a few nights in a row... the only explanation.... she'll be fine to go right after this.... just needed sleep and some food"

the calming voice of a doctor speaking as you stared up at the white ceiling

a deep voice breaking the remnants of the dreamy floating feeling you had

"Ok thank you doctor."

you pushed yourself up

and it finally hit you

all these past few days

of stressing too much about work and everything

but worse

anxiety over when Wonwoo would finally call you telling you he was ok

that he was sleeping and eating well when you knew he wasn't

and you repeating the same lies

the prolonged periods of being separated

you were so tired

so exhausted

the realization hit you harder then it did this past few weeks

when you would sit hugging your knees in the shower

the darkness seeping through the dark corners of the the house

Wonwoo walked up next to you noticing you waking

"Y/n! What the hell? I told you to rest! I'd be home later! I told you!"

"That's kind of harder said then done!" You wanted to scream back

your voice faltering in the middle

"I was worried out of my mind!"

"But you didn't call once all week! I was worried sick! I know work is hard and tiring!"

"And you think I wasn't!!! I called your sister to check up on you!"

"But she doesn't live anywhere close to us Wonwoo you know this!"

tension filled the room

"Forget this, just sleep? Please?" he looked at you pleading

already you felt your eyes closing again

"I love you, ok?" you didn't hear his last whispered words to you as you fell asleep again

"Wonwoo!" You ran up to him taking his arm

"Why hello there lovely." He placed a hand gently on your cheek and placed a warm, soft kiss onto your lips leaving you giggly

"I got the job!"

"YES two working people out in the world!"

"The world ain't going to mess with us!"

"I'm so proud of you."

"Don't be, it's about time."

but regardless he lifted your chin again pressing another kiss to your lips

harder this time, longer and more desperate

and he held you in his arms after

"Time to celebrate."

you both grabbed your favorite books from the shelf and you took the cake out of the fridge

laying in his lap to read as you both had celebratory cake

reading aloud random lines from your books to each other

"In this moment, I have claimed, in this moment, I am untouchable. Forever with this moment be solidified by this thought, the thought that this moment is mine and mine alone."

you both read contentedly before falling asleep together

arms entwined

faces inches apart

breathing evenly

his presence enough to chase all the darkness away

your comforting touch enough to keep the coldness away from him

comfortable

in love

when you woke up again in the hospital room, Wonwoo was sleeping in a chair in the corner

breathing similarly to your dream

his figure slumped over itself

and you dragged yourself up and took a blanket from your bed to wrap around him

silent tears started falling when looking at his calm face

peaceful and warm for once

none of the cold intimidating sharpness that came with it nowadays

you had always known it would be hard

you had thought you could handle it

he had thought he could handle it

but from both your states

you could tell the only thing he kept holding onto now was loyalty

devotion

the romantic wanderlust of love that had been held in his heart for you

was it there anymore?

the adventuring

the light kisses showered over you when reading

did it mean anything now?

you shuffled out your room to make a call

"Hey could you grab my stuff? I'm going to move back to mom's old place... Yea I'm fine.... oh did Wonwoo call you?.... yea sis, I'm fine really..... the moving? Yea I wanna move out of the apartment.... Well Wonwoo and I....."

you stopped dead

what could you say?

you had no plans for moving forward

you didn't know what to do

decisive moments in life were supposed to be clear

you pick one way and suffer

you pick the other way and leave

there wasn't much to it

your sister repeated your name again

"Oh yea just move my stuff out of the apartment, I'll talk later ok?"

you hung up and slowly slid down the wall to the floor

staring at your phone the time was two am

you looked at the wallpaper of your phone

a picture of Wonwoo and you under the projected stars in the observatory where he first said the words "I love you"

you felt yourself choking up as you clenched your chest

the tears breaking through again finally flooding out

as your eyes blurred you pressed the photos app and picked a picture of you and your sister to set as your wallpaper

and deleted the folder containing the pictures of you and Wonwoo

come morning you knew you'd regret deleting memories

but at this point you knew that the pain that came with them would not be as easily deleted

and this had been the first step

you had had enough

you recalled the fighting that happened about the time spent apart

his apparent lack of sleep

your apparent lack of sleep

the lies passed back and forth to keep things up

you weren't happy

he wasn't happy

the both of you

weren't happy

together

the final realization

that throughout your whole relationship

it had always been adventurous

always been ill fated to end tragically

much like star crossed lovers were

you had thought it would all work out

but you were wrong

you silently reentered the hospital room with Wonwoo sleeping still

and took the notepad and pen and wrote

the few words not meaning anything to anyone who wasn't the two of you

"A lone figure standing out in the night"

that was Romeo

his death would be imminent the moment he left the outside world behind to find Juliet

"Silence deep enough to drown you."

the silence of an empty house as the one person that meant the most to you was never there

"A hole that can't be filled"

that would be Wonwoo of course, someone who you'd never forget for even a second in your life after you left

"I hope you understand"

‘that the reason why I'm leaving is for him to be happy’

you set the note carefully down and gathered your things

and walked out the front door of the hospital into the cold dark night

the moon casting shadows

and as the clouds in the night sky began to roll in

they covered the moon plunging the world into darkness

as you disappeared into the darkness

and didn't look back

MASTERLIST

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Rivalry

Hey guys! A nice treat for you, this one is much longer than my normal ones.

Word count: 3187

Warning: Subtle sexual content

“That would be an acquittal verdict.” your hand lowered into your lap as you replied to the professor’s question. She smiled widely, nodding in approval as the lecture continued. Satisfaction lined your face in response, lacing your fingers on the front of your desk and continuing your attention forward. Studying really did pay off. From behind you heard the faint sound of murmurs coming from a direction you knew all too well. You glanced behind you slowly, noticing a certain curly haired, pompous jerk smirking at you, his hands behind his head as his flock of fellow jerks chuckled around him. He had, of course, insulted you. Whether or not he meant for you to hear it was irrelevant, because you didn’t care.

That always confused you, you never cared about anything the man said or did to you. In any other scenario, that would get a bully-figure to leave you alone. He was relentless. So, you began fighting back.

“Alright class, that’s all for this week. Remember, next class is our third exam, come prepared with a green book and two writing utensils!” Professor Evans called to the lecture hall. Your begin stuffing your materials into your bag, brushing your hair behind your ear and standing up, coming mere inches from your enemy, who smiled down at you menacingly.

“Get out of my way, Thomas.” You said abruptly, pushing on his shoulder to get past him. He let out a degrading scoff.

“Oh, so sorry, your majesty, didn’t realize I was in the presence of the queen of know-it-allpolis.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You didn’t miss a beat as you twisted on your heel, walking backwards down the aisle.

“You just weren’t fast, Jefferson. If only you were that way in bed.” His smug expression fell instantly as your insult aimed below the belt, but only made you more pleased with yourself. He was handsome, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had late night, sleep deprived fantasies about him, but it was comedic seeing his pride hurt. You twisted around and walked out of the room, going back to your dorm to relax for the evening.

Unfortunately, your roommate had a different plan.

“Oh come on, Y/N.” Angelica whined, leaning against the table in front of you. “You’re not seriously thinking of backing out of John’s big party are you? Everyone’s going to be there. Sexy, smart men who would love to see the top of the class in a little black dress. Face it, you need to be banged.” She was blunt, which was both a blessing and a sin, as it made conversations rather interesting. You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Not right now, I’m not.” You replied, knowing Jefferson had you beat with a 3.98. You were only .01 under him, but that needed to change.

“Oh my god, you can think about him later. Just because he’s relatively attractive doesn’t mean you need to constantly be thinking about him. Just come for one drink, you need to relax.” Her tone grew more serious as she sat across from you. “Please, Y/N, you’ve been working nonstop for the last three weeks and it has been wearing on you. Just for tonight, come for one drink, come back here, and sleep. You’ve earned it.” She offered a warm smile, “I don’t want you collapsing.” For a moment you hesitated, drawing in a breath and releasing it roughly.

“Fine… just one drink.” Angelica smiled widely in success, before you and her began to get ready.

Alpha Chi Rho wasn’t too far from your dorm, about a two block walk. You knew the party wasn’t going to be small by any means, but you weren’t expecting there to be approximately 50 students flooding into the front yard because there wasn’t enough room. You let out a groan, knowing that the crowd would ruin the party for you. It wasn’t that you hated parties, but this was just obnoxious. That beer was looking more and more attractive the closer you and Angelica got to the building. With your hand in hers, she led you through the crowd, spotting the beers in a crate and handing you one. You rolled your eyes, glancing around the house you had been in once before, last semester. Freshmen weren’t allowed to come to the parties, so you had to wait until this year to come to the fantastic party that was constantly raved about. Apparently, John Lauren’s was legendary for his party.

The rumours were right.

“Ladies!” You and Angelica both had arms wrapped around you abruptly, being greeted by an already drunk John Laurens. You both started cackling at the messy sight. “Welcome! Grab a...two beers because one won’t be enough, we’re going all night.” He laughed a bit, kissing your cheek sloppily before launching back into the crowd. You scoffed, shaking your head.

“God, he’s a character.” You muttered, causing a laugh to fall out of Angelica.

“See? You’re already having fun!” You smiled at her comment, opening the beer and taking a sip. It felt good to relax, really. “Your Louis Vuitton eyebags are fading.” She commented, causing you to slap her arm.

“Ouch.” You feigned pain, shaking your head as laughter rippled out of you. All of a sudden you were brought out of a conversation to the sound of a loud, obnoxious tone you knew all too well. Loud laughter and unnecessary introduction brought your attention to the front door.

“Ladies, hold yourselves together, the party has arrived!” Jefferson announced, laughing. For some reason you felt your eye twitch.

“Here’s here… which means-” as you spoke, you brought the beer to your lips, letting it slide down your throat quickly and swiftly. You had to admit, you were great at beer pong. Soon, the liquid was gone. “I’m gone.” Before Angelica could protest, you threw the can away and began pushing through the crowd, realizing that you would run right into Thomas himself, on his way to the drinks.

“Oh look!” Here started, laughing. “Y/N’s-”

“Leaving.” You said abruptly, cutting him off and moving past him. You couldn’t hear a response, which almost concerned you. He must’ve already forgotten that you were there. Briefly you looked back, catching his body turning and a smile moving across a briefly disappointed. Your brow furrowed together, before settling on imagining the expression and continuing on your path back to your dorm room.

Once returning from the party, you immediately tie up your hair into a loose, messy bun, leggings and a loose sweater. Much more comfortable than the restrictive dress you were briefly in. You stretched your arms above your head, yawning a bit and glancing at the clock, almost 10:30. If you were fast, you could get to the library before the doors lock, and get a bit of studying in. You got to sleep in tomorrow, so there wouldn’t be any problem staying up late. Grabbing your things, you head to the library for some late night studying, feeling much more relaxed with beer on your tongue and silence surrounding you.

The chair you were sitting in creaked as you leaned back, raising your arms high above your head as you stretched away the aches in your back. They had developed from the hours of studying. You hadn’t realized just how long you had been leaning over the same book until you glanced over at your phone for a brief moment. Your tired fingers glided over the home key and analyzed the time. 2:30 am. A swear passed through your lips as you rubbed your eyes, glancing around the empty library. This place always allowed you to focus, almost too hard. Just one more chapter, you decided, returning your gaze down to the large book before you.

Suddenly, as your eyes watched the words, your mind fluttered to a curly haired man, with a five o'clock shadow that you knew would tickle your skin. The ways his lips would form a smirk was nearly mesmerizing, and how he had so much passion for what he believed in was truly impressive. He was a definitely a worthy opponent, not to mention sexy. You suddenly realize that your eyes have been glazed over the sentence explaining “Plaintiff” for the past five minutes, and blush at the reason why. There wasn’t any reason to think about him now, and the chapter was only a few sentences away from being complete. Still, your sleep deprived mind was relentless, and you found yourself thinking of Thomas once more. Annoyance built up, causing your hand to roughly close the book and pack up to leave. Hormones weren’t exactly working for you right now.

You assumed the walk back would be as uneventful as the way to the library, but the sound of drunken laughter drew your attention down the street. Instantly, his silhouette was recognizable instantly. A groan past by your lips as he walked closer.

“Is that… Y/N L/N!” He belted to the sleeping street, causing your skin to crawl and your eyes to roll. “What’s a time like you doing at a lady like this?” He slurred out, standing unstable in front of you.

“Just going home Thomas, I suggest you do the same before you get arrested for underage drinking.” You muttered, despite being a hypocrite. He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Na uh, the street’s can get pre~tty ugly at night, and I don’t know what’d I do if a damsel in distress got hurt when I know I could walk her home~!” He seemed all too proud of himself for coming up with this option. You sighed softly, shaking your head.

“Thanks, but-” you started, but were cut off by his lazy arm draping over your shoulder, putting most of his weight on you. You groaned a bit, wrapping your arm around him to keep from toppling over.

“Nooo I insist, onward!” He continued to yell, causing you to wince.

“I feel like I’m more walking you home, Jefferson…” you muttered, beginning to walk down the street to the dormitory you both lived at, with a child dangling from your body.

It was a long walk, full of you desperately trying to stay stable, as well as taking forever to get the number of his dorm room out of him. 469, which meant a hike up four sets of stairs with a drunken mess, or to wait, half an hour for the slow, old elevator. Glancing down at the drooling, mumbling man, you settled for the elevator. You were too tired for this.

Finally, you reached the door, fishing into his back pocket to grab his wallet and open up the door with his key. The action made heat climb up your cheeks, realizing how firm his-

You cut the thoughts off, pushing through the door and leading him in. His roommate, James, must’ve still been at the party, because he wasn’t here. You sighed, finally removed from the man as you set him down, putting the key card away.

“Alright Thomas, you’re home, anything else you need before I go?” You asked, cocking a brow. No matter how much you loathed him, he was helpless and you’d feel responsible if he got hurt. He had sobered a considerable amount, and seemed to walk in a general line. He waved his hand, but you knew he’d need water.

You went over to the sink, grabbing a cup and filling it. Before you realized it, large, callused hands began gliding along your arms, causing your heart to stop. Your eyes widened as you set the cup down so you didn’t make a mess, confused and nervous of the situation. Before you can speak, a breath dances along your ear, the smell of beer laced in the gentle sensation.

“You know...I’ve always thought you were beautiful…” he muttered, his voice low and husky. He wasn’t thinking straight, you knew that, but that didn’t stop you from blushing. You didn’t want to look behind you at fear of what might occur, but curiosity couldn’t be stopped and you slowly turned to look at him, your brow narrowed.

“W-what?” you asked, scanning his expression. It was somber, void of any sign that would tell you he’s joking.

“You heard me, L/N…” He began leaning in closer, threatening the distance between your lips. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel this… this tension…” His fingers moved from your arms to your hips, but his lips never moved closer. Still, they teased. Absolutely, you felt the tension, and you craved it.

That thought alone disgusted you, and caused you to jerk away from him. Your heart was in your throat, pounding rapidly as he turned to look at you, confusion on both your expressions.

“I...I…” you started, but before you can finish you leave the room, leaving Thomas with an expression that portrayed both confusion and pain.

You couldn’t sleep that night, no matter how much you wanted to. You were tired and sleep deprived and the world didn’t make sense, yet you couldn’t sleep. No amount of tossing or turning allowed for your mind to drift away from what had just occurred. Angelica returned around an hour after you, but neither of you registered the other’s presence. She was out before her head hit the pillow, and before you knew it, the sound of morning doves called through the window, and the sun was above the sky. Might as well get a little homework done.

A few hours passed and it was about 10 o’clock. Your stomach growled and you knew that Angelica would be waking up with a hangover. So, you decided to head down to the cafe and get food for both you and your roommate. The world was foggy behind your tired eyes, dark circles showing your strain. You let out a rough sigh, leaning against the counter and waiting for your order to be fulfilled before your gaze was directed towards a babbling group of men.

You felt the skin on the back of your neck stand as Thomas walked in, talking briefly on the phone and asking what the person on the other end wanted. He was wearing sunglasses, understandably, but you still haven’t wrapped your head around last night’s events. A gulp lodged in your throat as you tried to avoid eye contact, but when he turned and saw you, he stalled. There wasn’t a smirk across his lips, or a chuckle. He just stood there, expressionless. He took a small step forward, grabbing a cup from behind you and almost avoiding you, that is, until he opened his big mouth.

“You look awful.” he said, causing you to sigh in frustration. Your food was announced, and you stepped away from him, grabbing the small bag and going to the door. “Hey, Y/N, wait.” he started, turning to follow you out.

“Look, Thomas, I really don’t need any of your shit this morning, so if you could just…” you turned around to watch where you were going, but as you did, the world began to spin. You shook your head, trying to walk forward, but the shifting persisted. You heard voices that sounded far away, and the ground grew closer and closer. As you hit the surface, the world grew black, and all you could hear was the faint sound of your name being yelled.

An unsettling white light flickered above you as you felt your eyes gently open. Your head throbbed, and the world was fuzzy and unclear. Slowly, you began to sit up, before feeling the pressure of two hands on both your shoulders.

“Whoa, Y/N. Be careful, you took quite the fall there.” A gentle voice told you. You looked up, seeing a young nurse greet you with a gentle smile. “Glad to see your up, you’ve been out for a couple hours.” You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, your throat dry. Immediately, she gave you a glass of water, to which you began to drink. “Something tells me you haven’t been getting enough sleep.” She said jokingly, causing you to smile and nod.

“I guess you could say that.” you muttered, feeling your voice return, still a bit weak.

“Well, your boyfriend has been waiting in the lobby all day, I’ll tell him you’re up.” You brow narrowed as she turned, but she didn’t give you enough time to process the situation.

“But, I-...” you sighed, shaking your head and drinking the water and leaning back down. Who was she talking about?

“Hey.” A voice interrupts your thoughts, all too familiar. You sat up once more, looking to the doorway to see a nervous Thomas lingering.

“Hey…” you respond, confused and unsure. “What are you doing here?” He sighed, stepping forward and taking a seat next to you and scanning your face.

“I brought you here. You… damn it, you scared me…” He chuckled, raking his hands through his hair and glancing up at you. His eyes looked tired, unsettled, as if he hadn’t focused on anything except you in the past few hours.

“I’m...sorry?” You continued, feeling your heart flutter as he spoke. You felt bad, but it was also nice to know he actually cared.

“Look, I…” He was struggling to find his words. “I am so sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me. It was inappropriate and inexcusable.” He said, looking up at you with an earnest expression.

“Hey, it’s fine I was just caught off guard.” You responded, trying to make him feel better. If he were sober, you might’ve continued with his forward nature. Maybe. You wouldn’t tell him that though.

“See, I was too.” He started, leaning closer. “But what I said was true, Y/N.” He took a deep breath, staring into your eyes and studying your expression. ��You’re goddamn beautiful. You’re smart, you’re witty. I only tease you because it means that I can be around you. I…” he trailed off, noticing your surprised, blushing expression. Suddenly, he moved forward, crashing his lips against yours. It was spontaneous, passionate, and you found yourself melting against him, dazed and confused and happy all at once. It could still be the effects of the fall, but you felt euphoric. Soon he pulled away, but not far enough that you couldn’t feel his breath dance along your skin. His fingers grazed your jawline.

“S-sorry bout that…” he said, beginning to pull away before your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You responded bluntly, pushing your own lips into his this time, feeling incredibly content.

The rivalry never truly ended, just shifted into different scenarios that made your life incredibly exciting. Thomas and you were fine with sharing the title of “Top of the Class” as long as it meant that you shared it together.

#Hamilton #Jefferson x reader #Thomas Jefferson #Hamilton imagine #Jefferson imagine

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Her Dying Voice | Testimony 1 | Chapter 5

Your overseer untucks the cane from under his arm, and taps it a couple of times on the wooden floor. From outside the dining room, you hear... The sound of a door opening and closing, followed by the sound of light footsteps tapping closer --

The distinct sound of coming home.

It comes to a stop seconds later, as does the figure in the doorway.

Jinghei stands there, as she always does; her hands neatly clasped together in front of her, back as straight as an arrow. Her chin is lifted as she stares. Across the room, at no one, and at nothing -- or so it starts, until the chaos is so clear her head snaps down to stare at the room as a whole with a look that’s equal parts bewildered and exasperated. There are people on the floor, one of them is a corpse, which she furrows her brow at.

“... What the hell did you do in here? Are you all really that incapable of a civilized discussion? No one is going to give anyone a second chance at anything if you keep throwing -- chairs? Were you wrestling or something?”

Time may be ticking, but even the woman forever unflappable has to spare a few seconds she doesn’t have to look around. After a moment, she sighs, with a very familiar tired energy; like an older sister scolding someone who just won’t listen. Her head shakes.

“... I guess it doesn’t matter. I won’t be seeing any of you again. Mm. I didn’t suspect a thing. How many meals have we shared together, just like that? How many conversations we had, how many memories… All of those plans for the future… You never planned on letting them come true, did you, Kousuke? Of course not. I must have seemed like such an idiot. Thinking we were friends, helping you as much as I could and getting the reward of dying the same way a second fucking time--”

The steady voice cracks. She stops to bite down on her lip, holding back the well of emotion that threatens to follow. They don’t deserve it. She can’t take back the smiles wasted, but she can deprive them of truly knowing the pain she felt from being betrayed.

Her gaze lowers, down to the corpse in the room. Jinghei sneers. Her entire body tenses, like a wild animal on the defensive.

“I don’t die quietly, Julio.. … All of that experience in murdering people and you let yourself get stabbed and scratched by a pint sized programmer? Pathetic. … I hope your death was slow. You deserve it. It’s just a shame I didn’t get to see it happen. Seems I owe someone for taking care of you, don’t I? … You already took enough from me - both of you have. I’m going to treasure this sight. And I’m going to treasure when I see you in hell.”

As she speaks, her voice dips to a hiss; venomous. Flooded with a hatred so unadulterated, one might think --

Well, they might think that he killed her or something. Her eyes narrow, with the disdain one saves for trash on the side of the road.

“We’ll rot there together. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Finally, her eyes move to Kousuke. It’d be easier to be angry. Spite and vitriol are safer than vulnerability. The hesitance is clear as day. So is the desire to snap. … But looking at her, all she can do is stare; tired, sad, and defeated.

“You could have waited, and none of this… none of it would have happened. I may not care that he died, but he didn’t - he didn’t have to. … I guess I told you to be more selfish. I didn’t think you’d take not caring about other people’s happiness over your own so seriously. … It’d be easier to hate you. I wish I did. But it’s hard to do that when I would have done the same.”

She closes her eyes for a moment.

“... Live a long life, or I really will hate you. Make some better friends, while you’re at it.”

A small smile that’s barely there forms. It never settles on Kousuke; she only opens her eyes to look at a few of the others. To Nori and Masaji in particular, her normally stoic expression is apologetic.

“... This is about enough, don’t you think. What are you all, children? I’ll never forgive a single one of you if you join me, so survive. Complain all you want, then get up and keep going. … Go home to your loved ones for those of us who can’t. Manaka, you especially… don’t keep Mana waiting. I won’t accept anything less.”

She forces her hands to loosen from their white knuckled grasp on each other. Steady voice. This is what you’re leaving them with, so make it the Jinghei you want them to remember.

“I won’t lie and say you’re all good people. … Honestly, I don’t think any of you are. A single look at this room proves that. I’m glad I missed this ASSESSMENT, if it was this much of a mess. On the other hand, it doesn’t surprise me one bit. Stuff like this is what made you all… made these days some of the most interesting in my life… If just one of you could remember that I lived, I’d be grateful. But I have… more important things to be grateful for.”

There’s nothing worse than goodbye. Jinghei’s life has been rife with the lack of chance to properly have them. And though her chest aches with enough agony to trick her that she might still be alive, she won’t waste this.

She won’t leave without saying goodbye. Her hands swing behind her to clasp there, as she looks at what remains of her messy little family. She can’t help the way her brow furrows in concern.

“... I know apologies are worthless, but I feel like I owe you both one. A few hours without me babysitting you two and look what’s happened. You can’t go picking fights with anyone and everyone. You have to take better care of yourselves since I won’t be around to nag you. I can’t have my hair going grey in the afterlife!”

Jinghei laughs. The sound is wry, and miserable, but the smile that follows as she looks at Enji and Ryuji is filled with a warmth so few of you have ever seen. In her final moments, she doesn’t fear the repercussions of showing emotion; all she fears is leaving them behind with anything but the smile they knew better than anyone.

“... I always worried that there was some part of me that made it easy for… my life to go how it did. That I was fundamentally unlovable. That it wasn’t their fault - it was - it was mine. … I never doubted that until I met you two. Thank you for proving me wrong. Thank you for showing me what a family is like. Thank you for... giving me the chance to dream of that silly road trip, and those fishing trips I’d hate, and wherever we’d go once we could. That you offered to help me escape was more than I could ever ask for from anyone. It meant the world to me. That someone could know all of the terrible, messy parts of me and still think… that I was worth something.”

She pauses as her voice falters. It threatens to fail her, yet she pushes on.

“If I was ever half the older sister to Mingzhu as you two were like older brothers to me, then I’d be happy. … No matter… how short our time was. I knew that you both cared about me. So don’t worry for a second that I didn’t. I’ll tell Ken, too, how much you cared about her. I’ll tell her everything. I…”

Any other time, she would laud that she kept her voice together for so long. Right now, all the can do is fruitlessly wish the tears would stay back until she wasn’t able to cry anymore. Her lips press together, chin lowering to hide the swell of emotion-- until she remembers she doesn’t have the time to wait. Jinghei Jia is all out of time.

And she’ll see them off with a smile.

“... Th-thank you. Take care of each other. No more fights. … And take care of Mingzhu, too, won’t you? I don’t want any of you to be alone. I just want… y-you to live long lives, that you can tell me all about when we meet again. Don’t do anything reckless. And if you e-ever think about it, just imagine I’m there you call you an idiot like you d-deserve. You’re living for my sake, too. Don’t… d-don’t waste it.”

Even if her voice breaks apart, and every instinct in her screams to look away and collect herself, Jinghei lets the tears that have been forming in her throat fall. She smiles; bright and warm and hopeful. Words have always been her strength, but just this once, she hopes they can tell what she’s thinking from the look on her face, just in case words have finally failed her.

“I love you both. Ken and I will be cheering you on.”

You blink against your will, and you hear the sound of a door closing, followed by brief silence.

The sound of an empty home has always been hollow.

#chapter 5 #plot

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