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holidaywishes · 3 years

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a bit of stress relief

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Summary/Request: Can you PLEASE write about Freddie coming to your work and having a quickie in your office

Warning: smut, fluff, whiny Freddie

Author’s Note: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED for a bit. I do have one more in my inbox right now so I’ll add it to my drafts but after I write that I won’t be taking requests for... a while. Maybe a month? I have a few series I want to finish up before I start having requests piling up. I always love seeing my inbox full of requests for different types of fics, so this isn’t forever, just until I’m able to finish my Gally series for sure and possibly my 9-1-1 series. This request was fun and I just couldn’t say no lol. Thanks in advance for your understanding and I hope I’ll be able to get back to requests sooner than later but I’ll keep y’all updated! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Your boss asked you to go into the office on a Saturday to finish an assignment that she had forgotten to mention earlier in the week. You would’ve argued that you had plans but your boss said it was for a presentation the next morning that they needed the information for

“I’m sorry, Freddie,” you whined to your boyfriend as he tried to convince you to stay at his apartment, “believe me, I’d much rather be here but I’m not about to get fired...”

“It’s not your assignment, it’s hers,” he argued, “she made the mistake. Why do you have to do it for her?”

“It’s my job” you admitted

“Except when it’s not...” he groaned

“Freddie,” you sighed, “I won’t be long I promise. I just need to go in and print up some stuff and make a couple calls. Nothing major...”

“So why can’t your boss do it?” he challenged, “it’s her mistake, so.. she should be responsible for fixing it”

“I know,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek, “but I can’t lose this job. I have loans to pay off”

“You know I can help with that”

“No,” you scoffed, “no you absolutely cannot. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything. That’s not the relationship we have... I’m not your sugar baby”

“But you could be”

“But I don’t wanna be”

“Alright...” he laughed, kissing your nose playfully

“I’ll call you when I’m finished okay. I give it one, two hours tops”

“If you’re not finished in two hours, I’m coming down there and taking you home” he teased

“Okay,” you scoffed, “I’ll see you later.” You got to the office and rushed into your boss’s office to find the information you needed to work on. The office was empty, as it should’ve been, but when you heard the door open and close, you popped your out of the door to see who was there, “Hello?” you called

“(Y/N)?” your co-worker asked

“Mason? What are you doing here?” you returned, noticing now that a bunch of your co-workers were walking in

“We could ask you the same thing” he chuckled

“Laura forgot to do stuff for the presentation tomorrow, so she asked me to come in and do it”

“For the conference?”

“Yup”

“Yeah,” he replied, “our team is having the same issue. Except they’re saying they ‘lost it’ or that it ‘must have gotten deleted somehow’ so now we have to be here all day trying to fix this”

“Why are any of this people in charge again?” you asked

“Maybe they slept their way to the top” he joked before waving you goodbye and heading to his station. You started at this company as an intern, mostly handing out mail and grabbing coffee for everyone, but they kept you around because you had a good eye for graphic design which was important in a marketing firm. However, your boss, Laura, had replaced Debra, the former Head of Marketing, a month before you were hired to be her assistant and she really wasn’t all that fond of you. She claimed that your degree should be in Business or Marketing not Graphic Design and that you’d only ever be an assistant in this industry so ‘don’t hope for more than that.’ You didn’t think too much of her comments though, at the end of the day, you had a job to you and you were going to do it well; even if it meant coming in on the weekend to do her forgotten assignments. When you finally found Laura’s papers, you groaned audibly, realizing this wasn’t going to be quick work

“Hey!” Freddie greeted you from the other end of the line when you called him to let him know what was happening

“Hey...” you sighed

“What?” he groaned, “what’s going on?”

“It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while. Laura underplayed how much work there was for me to do...”

“You can’t really be doing this?” he whined

“Babe, I have to. I told you, it’s my job. But,” you added, hoping it would make him feel better, “it’s not just me! Apparently, all the senior staff forgot to do these super important assignments for the conference. So, a bunch of us are here working until we finish them”

“You need to quit this job,” he grumbled, “clearly no one is good at what they were hired to do”

“I can’t quit unless I have something lined up,” you argued, “babe, I’m sorry. I know I promised that we’d lay in bed all weekend because this was the first time that you had free time but I have to do this. I promise, I’ll work as fast as I can but the longer I’m on the phone, the longer I’m at the office. So, I gotta go. I love you and I’ll see you as soon as I’m done okay?”

“Call me and I’ll pick you up,” he replied, “you shouldn’t have to take an Uber back here...”

“Okay,” you smiled, “that would be nice. Talk soon. Love you”

“Love you, too” he said before you ended the call. You took a deep breath and started getting to work. Organizing timelines and trying to understand doctors-note-handwriting from past meetings

“How can she possibly expect me to be able to understand this?” you thought to yourself. You signed onto her computer and were immediately left in shock at the jumbled mess of her desktop, “holy fuck!” you exclaimed silently, it’s no wonder she gets nothing done, “she’s the most unorganized person I’ve ever seen!” You spent the next 20 minutes opening files to find what you were looking for, closing what was not it immediately so you could legally say you didn’t see anything, and then you had to spend the next half an hour printing documents and running back and forth between Laura’s office and the copy room

“How’s it goin’?” Rob, one of the other team members who was forced to come in and work on a Saturday, asked when he noticed you rushing throughout the room

“Oh, you know, I’m sure I’ll have a panic attack in the next, oh, twenty or so minutes” you replied, sighing as you walked back to the printer one last time. You had managed to get most of the paper work done but you still had to make a few phone calls to get estimates on some of the ad spaces needed and whether or not there could be a discount involved for the company

“Hey!” Freddie said gleefully, walking into your boss’ office like he owned the place

“Freddie,” you gasped, a slight sneer on your tone, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you...” he replied, furrowing his brow at your response, “when you said you were gonna be longer than you thought, I thought I’d come down and surprise you. Maybe take the stress off a little?”

“That’s sweet, babe,” you smiled, noticing the look in his eyes and realizing what he was really there for, “but I have to make some calls so I can’t... do that”

“We can make it work” he teased, biting his bottom lip quickly before pulling you close to him

“Fred...” you whined, kissing him once before pushing him away from you and walking back to Laura’s desk, “I really do have to work. You can sit if you want but that’s it...” he slumped onto the plush couch against the window and frowned before scrolling through his phone as you started to call the businesses on your list. After about 10 minutes, you noticed Freddie peering up from his phone to look over at you, as if he was trying to get you to hang up the phone just from a look, choosing to walk over to you when you didn’t. “Yes, that’s right. I know you’ve been with us for quite some time and our relationship has helped both our businesses grow,” you spoke as Freddie swiveled you and your chair out from the desk, “we want that relationship to keep growing” you continued before noticing the smirk on Freddie’s face as he hovered over you, kissing your neck as you tried to pay attention to the call. “Mhmm,” you said to the person on the other end of the phone, distracted by Freddie’s lips pressing against the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot breath cascading down your neck, “mhm, sure. I understand” you said again, trying not to let on what was happening. “Laura is so sorry she couldn’t make this call to you herself,” you lied, Freddie kissing his way down to your core, pulling off your leggings quickly and kissing your inner thighs as you spoke, “however, she is excited to showcase your work to those at our conference tomorrow. We all just wanted to make sure the numbers were 100% accurate...” you had to bite your lip and move the receiver end of the phone from your mouth in case any sound escaped when you felt Freddie’s tongue finally press against your clit. “Oh that’s great!” you exclaimed when the partner on the phone added a discount to the quote you’d already been given, claiming that, had he known other businesses would be hearing of his services earlier, he would’ve offered it sooner. “Thank you so much,” you smiled, Freddie’s hands pulling your body closer to his him as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm, “I or Laura will let you know how everything goes. Thank you again” you said quickly before hanging up the phone. “Fuck,” you cursed breathlessly, “oh my god, Freddie!” your back was forced to arch, as you were pretty much falling out of your seat as Freddie continued to stimulate your clit, only now moving his finger to caress your folds before slowly inserted it inside of you and pumping until you whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Freddie,” you squeaked, trying not to be heard from outside the office, “fuck” you repeated quietly, your grip loosening from his hair as his ministrations slowed and your breathing steadied.

“How’s your stress now?” he smirked, wiping his mouth casually before standing up in front of you once more

“You can’t do that” you said, small pants escaping your lips, making Freddie believe you less than you intended

“I think I can” he teased

“I was on a business call, Fred!” you exclaimed, pulling your leggings back up, “what if they heard something?”

“They would only hear something if you let them” he countered and, ultimately, you knew he was right but you still shook your head

“You can’t do that” you repeated and he scoffed, hovering over you once more to taunt you with a kiss but stopped right in front of your lips

“We’ll see about that...” he smirked, taking his hands away from the chair and walking back to sit on the couch

“What’s goin’ on with you?” you asked

“I just want to be with you,” he whined, giving you puppy dog eyes and earning a scoff from you, “that’s what we were supposed to be doing anyway...”

“I told you we would when I got home...” you said

“Come here,” he said, patting his thigh, “come sit on my lap” you chuckled but obliged. You wrapped your arms around his neck after sitting on his thigh, playing with his hair and kissing his nose before he spoke again, “see, isn’t this better than making a few phone calls?” he asked, his hand beginning to rub your back lightly

“You know I would rather be doing this, or more than this, with you,” you admitted, leaning in and kissing him softly, letting your lips linger a moment before you pulled back, “but I have to do this stuff...”

“Just a quickie...” he whispered, “and then I’ll go. Then we can pick up at home”

“This is my boss’s office” you whined

“All the more reason to do it. We’re in a private spot, secluded from everyone else, it’s perfect” he replied, kissing your jaw before moving down to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more room

“Mmmm,” you hummed, melting into his kiss, “I can’t”

“(Y/N)...“ he groaned

“Just a few more calls,” you argued, “I don’t have a lot left. Just like, five, maybe six”

“That’s a lot. How long are each of those calls? 10 minutes? 20?” he asked, “we could do a lot with that time...”

“Stop,” you smiled, standing up from his lap and walking back to the desk chair, “just a few more calls...” you repeated. He slunk into the couch and angrily unlocked his phone while you picked up Laura’s phone and began dialing. You were able to make three calls before Freddie began sighing loudly across the room and you had to glare at him, which is when the texts started

“I want you” he sent as you spoke to another advertising partner on the phone

“Like now” another came through

“I’m gonna come over there”

“And make you cum again” you glared up at him and he smiled

“And again” you shook your head, turning off your sound so the partner didn’t hear the constant dinging

“And again”

“Until you can’t cum anymore” you noticed him smile as he thought up more responses and you threw a pencil at him, still paying attention to the conversation on the phone before mouthing ‘stop’ to Freddie but he just shook his head with a teasing smile

“You won’t be able to walk”

“Your legs will be numb”

“Your chest will be heaving because you can’t catch your breath”

“You’re gonna crave my dick”

“Every time you move”

“You’ll have to physically stop yourself from jumping me in public”

“Because you’re still feeling me inside you” your eyes went wide as you read his messages, heat flooding your face as you ended the call, forcing yourself to dial another number before Freddie could get the upper hand. He slowly made his way to the desk once more and you gulped as you swallowed the saliva that had filled your mouth, Freddie hung up the phone before it ever even really began to ring

“Seriously, don’t...” you whispered, knowing that you were about to break from whatever move he made next

“But I want to” he growled, grazing your nose with his and you started to give in when he walked toward the door, “crap” you thought to yourself when you thought he was about to leave but he was only locking the door

“What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, “that was unlocked this whole time?!”

“Yeah?” he chuckled

“Freddie! What would have happened if someone walked in earlier?”

“They would’ve gotten a great show” he replied, walking over to you, leaning over you but not doing anything. You took a deep breath before running your hands up his arms, tangling your fingers in his hair before bringing him down to kiss you

“We have to be quick...” you whispered, earning a grin from Freddie before he pulled your leggings off and directed your thighs around his waist so he could pick you up to carry you to the couch. You laughed when he sat down and you fell into him clumsily, “quiet” you shushed him before kissing him slowly and trailing your hands down to his waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection while his hands lifted your shirt up, stopping to massage your breasts. You heard a laugh outside of the office and stopped what you were doing, “wait,” you whispered, “I think someone’s there” he didn’t listen, kissing your neck and lining himself up with your entrance before bucking his hips to yours; your nails digging into his shoulders to stop yourself from making any sound. His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you, bringing your attention back to him while your lips found each other in a clumsy rush to muffle the sounds of each other’s moans

“Fuck,” Freddie moaned first, “fuck” you were about to reciprocate his sentiment when the phone rang and your head jerked back in panic

“Shit” you sighed, worry mixing with pleasure as Freddie continued to grip your hips tightly

“Ignore it” he said, kissing your peaked nipple over your shirt before moving a hand to your core, but your head still stayed looking at the ringing phone

“What if it’s her?” you whined, referring to your boss

“Ignore it” he repeated

“What if it’s one of the partners or the vendors? What if it’s one of the really important clients?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give any helpful advice other than

“Ignore it” he said once more, pulling your face back to his before kissing you harshly. The phone stopped ringing and you felt a faint sense of peace course through you as you softened the kiss that Freddie had started, your tongue begging for his lips to part, a muffled moan intertwining with his warm breath as it brushed over your exposed neck. Your tongue danced with his for a while as his fingers circled your clit, pressing down on the sensitive flesh every so often

“Fuck” you breathed finally, now beginning to ride him faster, feeling his thighs flex underneath you as he welcomed the sensation of you crashing onto him. “Fuck,” you repeated, “shit, oh my god. Fuck Freddie” you felt your climax build as his lips met your neck, his finger still working on your clit while you rode him harder; the loud ringing of the phone the only thing that brought you back to where you were. “Ugh” you groaned

“Leave it” he groaned back

“Fuck” you sighed, reluctantly ignoring the phone to continue fucking your incredibly broad shoulder boyfriend

“That’s my girl” he smirked, watching you bounce up and down his length

“Fuck, Freddie, I’m gonna cum” you panted, your hands clutching his shirt as your hips began to shake. “Sh-i-it, god fuck! Freddie” you moaned, still trying to be as quiet as possible but knowing that everyone in the office was probably putting on noise cancelling headphones just to try to escape the sounds they were undoubtedly hearing.

“Almost there, baby” Freddie breathed, clutching onto your waist to assist your movements. Fuck, his hands fit so perfectly on your body, you really hated that this had to end so quickly, but that’s what he came here for. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you”

“Fuck” you breathed, dropping your head onto his shoulder, your body taking over until you and Freddie met your release. Like clockwork, the annoying ringing of the phone appeared and you had to scoff at Freddie while you quickly got dressed

“That was fun,” he smiled, “you sure you don’t wanna go round two?”

“Hello” you greeted, picking up the phone to continue the work you had come to do, “I am so sorry about that. I’m not sure what was happening with the line…”

“So we’ll continue this at my place then?” Freddie teased before and you nodded with wink before shooing him away but not before he kissed you goodbye. You were dreading the walk out of the office if Mason and his team hadn’t left yet but you knew it had to happen sooner or later

“So, should we hire a clean up crew before your boss gets back?” one of the guys teased

“Shut up” you said, hoping your embarrassment didn’t show too clearly

“You do know we put on our headphones as soon as we saw him,” Mason admitted, “we knew there’s no way that he was gonna just show up to say hi”

“He could’ve,” you tried, exhaling when you realized you were never going to fool any of them, “fine. Just, please, don’t rat me out. I just pulled together a miracle in that office and I don’t need Laura finding out about my office sex-capades — I don’t want that to be the reason she fires me. I’m not that girl…”

“We know” another co-worker smirked

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Mason assured, “it’s a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy as far as we’re concerned” you gave him an appreciative smile before heading out to meet Freddie in the parking garage

“Hey” he smiled as you sat in the front seat

“Hi” you replied, leaning over to peck his lips

“Did you get your work done?” he teased

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “it was a miracle but I got it done” he took your hand and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to it

“No more quickies,” he whined, holding your hand for the remainder of the ride, until he needed it for one reason or another, “I need more than that”

“I agree,” you smirked, “now, let’s go home so you can fuck me until I can’t walk

“Yes ma’am.”

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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It’s The Little Things [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Just a little domestic fun between Duncan and Jim through the art of food. Guest starring you and Michael.

Warnings: mentions of drug use, just fluff really, swearing

WC: 1.5k

A/N: This was long fucking over due as are many other things that I’m currently working on. I need to work more on my soft side lol. Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

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"Don't you fucking do it, Michael." Jim said, gripping the Nintendo switch controller with force. But Michael was already doing it. He threw the infamous blue shell Jim's way, it quickly catching up to him in first place, Michael trailing behind in 2nd. Poor fool, however, too close to Jim, is affected by the blast too, giving you the 1st place advantage and win.

"Fucking idiots." you stated, simply.

"Bullshit." Michael said, reaching for the last bacon-wrapped jalapeño popper off the plate in front of them, but Jim had also reached for it too. It was routine. You and Michael would come over every other Sunday for dinner, usually Jim's cleaning day. And while either Duncan or Jim cooked, games were played, drinks made.

"Let it go." Jim said, challenging Michael with his eyes. "You literally just ate one."

"And you ate the more than half of the plate." he said back. "So you let go."

"I grabbed it first." Jim began to pull it towards him, not caring if his fingers were getting messy.

"Oh fuck off." Michael pulled it back towards him and now the boys were pulling with a force, but not too much, not wanting to snap it in half. Could you blame them for their childishness though? At first glance, Duncan didn't seem like the type to be the master in the kitchen, but he sure was. Wanting to give Jim a break because he's literally been cleaning all day, Duncan offered to cook. Jim's favorite was Duncan's grilled cheese. 7 different types of cheese, turkey, ham, lettuce, and a killer salsa for a fresh taste, it was basically a heart attack on bread, but Jim fucking loved it.

The two were snapped out of their intense gaze when you walked over, snatching it from between their fingers and popping it in your mouth before plopping back down on the couch adjacent to the one Michael and Jim sat on. You returned to whatever you were doing on your phone as if nothing happened, running your tongue over your top set of teeth.

"Problem solved now, yes boys?" you questioned, not pulling your eyes away from your phone. "Maybe you should see if chef Shepherd will give up some more." Michael reached for the plate, but Jim snatched it away from his hand, wanting to be the one that goes into the kitchen to bother Duncan.

In the kitchen, stood Duncan in one of Jim's t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that hung a little bit off his waist. He scanned quickly over his cookbook, one that he put together himself to save all of his favorite recipes. Really, it was Jim who brought out the inner chef in Duncan. He cooked for Duncan nonstop. By the time Duncan had his eyes open for work at 7:00AM, his breakfast was already on the table with his morning coffee. Jim more than had the opportunity to sleep in considering he didn't have to be at work until noon, enjoyed cooking for his boyfriend anyways.

He made sure Duncan always had something to take with him to work for lunch. There was always dinner when he got home, whether Jim cooked it or ordered takeout. Duncan wanted to return the favor and slowly he began cooking too, starting with his grilled cheese. Soon enough food was something the two found themselves bonding even closer over.

*** "Hey what are you-," Duncan began. "Jim no! Those are for the office party today!"

"Huh?" Jim said, his mouth full of chocolate chip muffin. He had eaten about 2 of them and they were pretty decent in size. Duncan stayed up late the previous night to make them, waiting until Jim fell asleep for this exact reason. If he wasn't stuffing his face with one of Duncan's grilled cheeses, it was his chocolate chip muffins. Melt in your mouth, they were to DIE for.

"You knew that my office party was today. I made just enough for everyone because I didn't want to be up super late."

"So that's why I was alone in the bed until midnight. M' sorry, Dunc. Should of told me."

"Told you?! These are your favorite, would it have mattered?"

"Probably not." Jim chuckled, licking the remaining melted chocolate chip off his finger. "I'll make it up to you though."

He walked over to Duncan, using one of his hands to hold the back of his neck. He glided his thumb slowly in circles over the exposed skin, Duncan shivering in response.

"How so?" He stepped closer, pushing Jim back against the counter, but shoving his hands in his pocket to maintain his dominance.

"I'll make those cookies that you like so much. Y'know? The butter crunch ones with the-,"

"Chocolate chips and almond pieces." Duncan finished his sentence with a heavy exhale, excited to hear those words.

"And I'll make 3 batches. 2 for you and 1 for your people, yeah?"

*** "Ocean eyes we're not going to have any brownies, pot or regular if you keep sticking your finger in the batter." Duncan sighed, high out of his mind trying to move around their kitchen. Jim was pretty high too, with a bad case of the munchies, having smoked again a few hours after they had dinner. He had already finished the party sized bag of cool ranch Doritos, and now he was craving something sweet.

Jim had decided that he not only wanted to make regular brownies, but he also wanted to make edibles as well. A friend of his had invited them to a pool party and what better way to spice it up than with some special treats?

"Okay, just one more." Jim said, going in for another scoop.

"Share though." Duncan said, only now realizing just how hungry he actually was. Sure, the actual brownies would have been a lot more filling, but they were too far gone now.

"Nuh Uh. You said we have to stop." Jim turned his back to Duncan, bowl clenched against his chest. "So we're stopping."

"Jim if you don't set that damn bowl down on the counter so we can finish it together."

*** Plenty of good memories came from the kitchen. There were many days and nights of whipped and butter cream filled kisses. One too many glasses of wine or one too many shots. On the nights that the boys did bake together, they found themselves often covered in flour or sugar as one of the two had gotten too frisky, leading to an intense make out session on one of the empty counters or the kitchen island.

There were plenty of jokes told, plenty deep conversations had, and a lot of heart to hearts. If Jim wasn't making Duncan laugh until he either drooled on himself or whatever he was drinking shot out of his nose, the two were complimenting and praising each other. They were always curious to know how each other's day went. Whatever the other wanted to talk about, the other was excited to hear about it. Dinner was never dull between the two, even the times they had fought.

*** "Here try this." Duncan said, sliding his plate over to Jim who peered down at his phone. Jim, hungry, gave it no second thoughts, immediately taking a bite.

"Wow this is a fucking, nut." Jim said as the sandwich basically melted in his mouth. "You like comfort food, huh?"

"College will do that to you." Duncan replied, chuckling at Jim's response. "But I'm guessing you like it?"

"Like it? Dunc, this is genius."

"Well, you're always cooking for me and I wanted to return the favor. It isn't much but..."

"I wish you'd stop doing that. Y'know? Like you always tell me. Own it, scruffy." Duncan gave Jim a closed eye smile at the nickname, referring to his facial hair. "You made this. It was your idea and I love it. Stop always trying to down play yourself, right?"

"So you do listen when I talk?" Duncan joked.

"Mmmph." was all Jim got out, his mouth full of grilled cheese.

"Let me cook for you, then." Duncan suddenly said. "Tonight. Take the night off. Let me spoil you?"

"The more you talk, the more I get like this, raging hard on."

Duncan nearly choked on his drink, laughing at what Jim said. Jim was all like that since the very beginning and it only showed more once they finally moved in together. He was always so playful and immature, but he knew when he needed to be serious. More like, he knew when Duncan was serious. Because face it, Jim could play and make jokes all day. However, it brought Duncan peace and higher sense of humor, something that laid dormant in him while he lived in DC.

*** "Can I kiss the chef?" Jim asked as he approached Duncan from behind, gently setting the plate on the island behind him. He licked the remaining cream cheese off of his fingers from his brief struggle with Michael.

"Depends." Duncan answered, looking at Jim over his shoulder. "Are you actually here to kiss the chef or are you here for something else?"

"Both." Jim answered honestly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Well you can only have one thing and it isn't more poppers."

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fezwearingjellybananas · 3 years

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imagine an ot3 in which each of the characters are completely convinced that the other two characters are dating (polyshipprompts)

I do in fact have a Barriscowest idea:

It's series one. We open the night Barry was taken to S.T.A.R. Labs. He's unconscious and no one knows what's going on and he keeps dying in Iris' arms and Cisco Ramon is an engineer, a genius but he doesn't know anything about medicine, he doesn't know how to help Barry but Iris seems like she needs a shoulder to cry on and he does know how to be that.

Cisco's a friendly person. But he doesn't have many friends. Iris is in S.T.A.R. Labs every day visiting Barry, she always asks Cisco how he is and what he's been doing and he never mentions friends. He looks up to Doctor Wells but that's his boss, he cares about Caitlin but she's mourning her financé and seems to be some distance between her and Cisco at the minute, Cisco is lonely. But he's been so nice, so Iris invites him out for coffee. It becomes a regular thing.

And then Barry wakes up. Things are weird. It's been nine months but that doesn't make sense in his head because it feels like no time at all and also he has superpowers. That's pretty cool. Also his best friend who he's been in love with his entire life is dating his new friend.

It's pretty obvious to Barry. Neither of them have actually said anything but they get coffee every week and have other plans and Iris always lights up when she sees Cisco and Caitlin tells him they started getting close while he was unconscious. She figured they were trying to keep it on the down-low, maybe Cisco was thinking about Ronnie and her, maybe now there's a part of it that's the two of them trying to spare Barry's feelings, he never told her but maybe they know, Caitlin worked it out very quickly. He's happy for them. He won't deny he's upset and a little jealous- he has been in love with Iris for years- but Cisco's nice. He likes Cisco. And he never told her and even if he had he was unconscious and no one knew if he would wake up, if Iris found someone who makes her happy then good, he's glad, he's determined to be glad.

Barry Allen is head over heels for Iris West. Cisco's known him a day and he can tell. And Iris never mentioned dating but the way she talked about Barry, there was more to it than him being her best friend, and the way she looks at him when he walks into a room, the two of them are clearly made for each other. Which is great! It's great. It's fantastic. He's just going to squash these feelings for Barry before they can get past a crush, Iris is his friend, he's not going to do anything to hurt his friend. Doctor Wells is right, it's more important he keeps his friend, and Barry needs him focused if they're going to help with this superhero thing.

Barry's dating Cisco. He's always at S.T.A.R. Labs, he's keeping secrets which he never does, and he's already really close to Cisco which never happens with Barry, him dating Cisco makes sense, she talked to Eddie about it and he agrees. But Barry seems happier than he has in years, Iris is just happy to see that. Whatever they're doing hasn't affected her friendship with Cisco, Barry's acting weird but that's because he's trying to keep it secret, he'll tell her when he's ready. Or maybe it was Cisco's idea, either way, neither of them could have realised she's been slowly developing feelings for Cisco, and if they're happy, she's happy.

Except:

Barry has dated people before but it never lasted. And Iris never liked them. She does like Cisco. Barry's relationship with Cisco seems to be lasting. She's having the same feelings about that as she did when Barry dated Becky Cooper. Which means it might not have been completely about Becky.

Barry woke up and turned out to be Cisco's dream guy. He's literally a superhero. But hanging out with Iris is so much fun, and she's so nice and she needed a friend and he wasn't going to put anything more than the offer of friendship on her shoulders but actually now Barry's awake and she's happier maybe a crush on Barry isn't the only thing he should be squashing.

Cisco's fun and made him a suit and loves hugs and they've already had multiple Star Trek marathons and Cisco quoted Spock to him and he's great and Barry absolutely should not fall in love with Iris' boyfriend but Barry might have fallen in love with Iris' boyfriend

And then:

Iris hears about what happened at Mercury Labs. She knows a few people want to pin it on the Flash, but Iris hears about a man in a yellow suit and she grew up with Barry, she knows exactly what he said he saw that night, it's why she started writing about the Flash. Only when Iris writes her article about another speedster in Central Mason Bridge pulls her aside and pulls out the big secret project he's been working on for months. So much evidence that the Man in Yellow is real. Evidence Harrison Wells is the Man in Yellow. And then Mason disappears.

Cisco hasn't been sleeping. Doctor Wells and Caitlin have both brought up what happened with Snart and Dante but that's not why Cisco can't sleep. Every time he closes his eyes he sees Doctor Wells standing in front of him, his hand vibrating, confessing to murder, claiming he sees Cisco as a son and then he kills him. And it makes no sense, but it feels so real. He needs to look at the trap again but he can't go down alone, but how can he explain this to Barry? What if he's wrong? What if he's not?

Barry's just generally having a bad time. The man who murdered his mother is back and wants Barry dead. The whole reason he was there was to kill Barry, it's all his fault, and then a few days later Joe maybe died, Caitlin said Cisco definitely did, and then he time travelled. Cisco being back is fantastic but they're not getting anywhere with the Man in Yellow.

Except:

Barry is a forensic scientist. He might not be a genius engineer or physicist or biochemist but he is very good at his job. He's been approaching this as the Flash, who is going to stop this man, and mostly as Barry, the boy who lost his mother and who wants his father back more than anything. What he needs is to take a step back and do what he's good at: find the evidence and put the pieces together to solve the puzzle. And he knows a detective who who knows metahumans exist and who might believe him.

Iris knows Wells is involved. Mason’s computer was wiped, this isn’t just him getting distracted chasing a lead, all his evidence about the Man in Yellow and Wells is gone, that is not a coincidence, especially since Iris knows he was ready to publish, he even told Eric he was almost done with something he was expecting would make the front page, Iris knows there is something going on. She also knows her dad knows more than he’s been telling her, and that probably means Barry and Cisco do too. But all the evidence is gone. Or maybe not, because Linda Park might be the sports reporter, but she had the desk next to Mason, he likes her (even if he refuses to admit it), and she knew him well enough she has a feeling she knows where Iris can find that evidence.

Cisco has to check the trap. He has to. His dreams are getting worse and worse, they’re happening when he’s awake now. The other day he fell asleep in the Cortex and when he left he could have sworn he saw Doctor Wells walk through a wall. He doesn’t know if he should talk to Barry about this, maybe he could talk to Joe, or Caitlin is worried about him. She wants him to talk to her. He has a very strong feeling she won’t be able to distract Doctor Wells long enough for Cisco to take a look and he can’t explain why, but he does know he can trust her.

Eddie Thawne became friends with Iris while Barry was in his coma. He’d considered asking her out, but she seemed to be getting closer to Cisco, and she’s Joe’s daughter so he figured it would get complicated, he’d wait for her if she wanted to. Which she didn’t, and won’t, because he’s talked to her and knows she has complicated feelings about Barry and Cisco, who are both dating each other. He’s just trying not to get involved. What he didn’t expect was Barry coming to ask him for help with everything that’s going on.

Caitlin Snow has been friends with Cisco for a long time, she could see how he felt about Iris, she’s now realising he feels the same way about Barry, and she’s really glad he told her what’s been bothering him, she just really wishes it was complicated realationship things and not how he’s been having nightmares about how their boss is the guy who murdered their friend’s mother. She might have an idea about his dreams though.

Linda Park did not date Barry. They tried one date, it didn’t work out, but they are friends, and she’s friends with Iris too. She might not have known her very long, but she seems nice, and Linda does like Mason, if Iris has an idea that might help find him, wherever he is, of course Linda’s going to help.

In Cisco’s dream, Doctor Wells calls himself Eobard Thawne and kills Cisco after confessing he killed Barry’s mother, that he was there to kill Barry. He’s from the future he says. Time travel. That also explains how future Barry’s blood ended up at the crime scene, Cisco found that. He needs to talk to Joe, Joe will know what to do.

The Reverse Flash was there that night to kill Barry. He vanished for fourteen years until Barry gained his superpowers and they fought, and he left Barry alive. Barry knows he very easily could have killed him, so they have a theory. Barry saw red and yellow lightning that night. He’s replayed the events in his head a thousand times, more, he knows he saw two colours of lightning, and he knows when he faced the Man in Yellow he only has red lightning. Someone else was there that night who saved Barry, the Reverse Flash needs him alive more than he wants him dead, and it has something to do with his powers. Eddie also knows Joe asked him to have a poke around Doctor Wells’ when Hartley Rathaway showed up. Joe might know something.

Mason has so much more evidence than Iris expected. Doctor Wells is a speedster, the one who calls himself the Reverse Flash who broke into Mercury Labs. The one whose description exactly matches the one Barry gave to Iris. And it doesn’t make sense because Doctor Wells didn’t even know Barry until he showed up at the hospital but also he showed up at the hospital claiming to be the only person who could help Barry and they were desperate so they accepted but no one else even came to S.T.A.R. Labs and maybe they should have questioned how he knew about Barry more. Iris needs to ask her dad more about him, and there’s someone else who might know something useful.

Joe West is a good detective. He tries to be a good dad. He knows he screws up sometimes, but Iris is his whole world, and everything he does is because he whole-heartedly believes it’s to keep her safe. Possibly this time he made a mistake telling Barry not to tell her anything, because Iris just showed up at his door with her friend Linda and pages of evidence that Harrison Wells is the Reverse Flash and made her mentor disappear.

They’re barely two pages in when Cisco and Caitlin knock, Cisco spouting something about dreams and Doctor Wells killing Nora and time travel being real.

Cisco hasn’t had time to even start explaining when Barry and Eddie burst in in a swirl of lightning with Barry saying they have some theories about the Man in Yellow.

It’s a long night. There are plans to make and apologies and explainations to be had, and at the end of it all when Caitlin’s offering Eddie a ride home since Barry ran him and Linda’s making sure there are several copies of this article and it is going to make it to Picture News, Iris pulls Barry and Cisco aside and brings up one more thing she learnt today:

“Henry seems to be under the impression Cisco and I are dating,” Iris says.

“You went to see my dad?” Barry asks.

“He thinks what?” Cisco asks.

Henry only knew what Barry had told him about Wells when Iris went to ask him. But if Wells is actually from the future and was there for Barry not Nora then that makes sense. Sort of. Eddie already brought up what Doctor McGee said about Tess Morgan’s death and they’re going to look into that some more. Henry also mentioned Barry thinks she’s dating Cisco which she definintely isn’t because Barry’s dating Cisco. Which Cisco denies because Barry and Iris are dating.

Either this is a really bad time for Barry to tell them he’s in love with the both of them or a really good time. This might explain why Linda has brought up polyamory a few times. To Barry and to Iris apparently.

(When Linda walks into Picture News the next day, Mason’s article on the front page with her and Iris’ names on the byline, there’s a bunch of flowers on her desk. There’s still a lot to do with this Reverse Flash but at least the miscommunication she’s been listening to has been sorted out)

#i fell asleep before i could finish this last night so maybe lost track of exactly how this was going to go #but here are some notes that got away from me quite a lot #dc tv universe #dc #barry x cisco x iris #iris west #cisco ramon #barry allen #look i wrote a thing #*

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I Choose You

Written by: @wendywobbles

Prompt 51: Katniss E, the Valedictorian of Panem High school, is perfect in all fields of life. And that is the crush of awkward, average in studies, not so popular, never had a girlfriend, often bullied Peeta M. Not only does she have a very popular friend circle but also a handsome, popular boyfriend Gale H. Will she even want to be his friend? Is his crush doomed to fail? Eventual Everlark) [submitted by @white-dandelion-seeds]

AN: I hope I did your prompt proud. The title comes from a Sara Bareilles song that I love.

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Peeta Mellark walked quietly in the door and leaned against the wall at the school assembly. He hated these things. Being trapped here for an hour while Principal Trinket droned on and on about what was coming up in the next semester was hell.

They had just returned from their autumn break and Peeta was counting the days down until this last year of school was finished. His experience in Panem 12th Region school had been long, dull and miserable.

Not for the first time he wondered if his dad had lived how his life would have turned out. Would he have been a popular jock with lots of friends and confidence instead of a feeling like a ghost in these hallways? He hoped college would be different. As far as he knew none of the dicks from his year would be attending Capitol U.

He had no idea what Trinket was talking about but he became aware the second the speaker changed……Katniss Everdeen was at the podium and saying hello to everyone. Instantly he paid attention.

Katniss Everdeen was in Peeta Mellark’s eyes the most perfect woman to ever walk the earth. She had long dark hair, clear olive skin and grey eyes.

She was a distance runner for the Panem 12th Region Athletics team. She trained hard , Peeta knew this because he had often seen her running in the early hours of the morning when it was his early shift at the Bakery or sometimes he would see her on the trails when he was out running she always had a smile and wave for him as they passed.

Her grades were always high, again Peeta knew this was down to hard work and not just luck.

Sometimes he would see her at the library when he was hiding out avoiding Cato and the other Jays and his maths whizz brother Leon had been tutoring her since last year.

She has a quiet confidence, and strength that just drew people to her and had a wide circle of friends but would make time for everyone whether it was a quick hello or a longer more in-depth chat. It was no wonder when she ran for student council she was elected president.

With a confident smile the object of Peeta’s affection began to speak

“Hi all! Hope everyone had a wonderful break, I know I did. Principal Trinket has given me a few minutes of the assembly today to talk about our Winter Formal. This year we are looking to do something a bit different and we are hoping that you guys will help us come up with a theme. This is the last 12th Region dance some of us will attend and we would love to make this something a bit special, but right now our ideas aren’t hitting the mark and I know that there are so many talented and creative individuals here so we’d love to hear from you.”

She looked behind her and Annie Cresta, her Vice President, handed her a cardboard box covered in silver paper. She held it up for all to see

“Okay, I know this probably looks a bit basic but this box will be left in library until next Friday. If you have an idea put it in. We will then post the suggestions online and then we can vote for our favourite. Easy right? I can’t wait to see what people come up with.”

“Thanks for listening and don’t forget Friday is the big Game against D13’s Coin Cavaliers and once again the 12th Region’s very own Mockingjays are out to destroy them. Show you school spirit by wearing black and orange. Go Jays!”

All around Peeta students began to cheer, he just rolled his eyes and slipped quietly away.

*********

For the rest of the day school was buzzing with excitement for the game and Katniss announcement. Peeta was glad when his final class was over and headed to his locker to collect his bag.

“Hey Bread Boy” called Johanna Mason, a short shaved head girl that somehow had become one of Peeta’s closest and dearest friends

“Yes Jo?”

“So are you making any suggestions for the Winter Formal? I’ve got mine in – Roller Disco with night vision goggles. Great, huh?”

“Seriously Jo? I mean while I can certainly appreciate the theme, how exactly would a person fund all those glasses……” he smiled.

“I’m the ideas woman, the reality is her ladyship and her minions area of work…speaking of which. Anyway I gotta go, see you later handsome “ and with that Jo sprinted away.

Peeta looked up and saw Katniss Everdeen walking down the corridor. She was carrying an armful of books, a bag and a bottle of water, had an apple wedged in her mouth and her shoe lace was beginning to open on her ever present black Cons. Peeta was thinking how this looked like an accident waiting to happen when Katniss reached up to take the apple out of her mouth, stepped on her now undone shoe lace and tripped herself up sending everything flying.

“Katniss! Oh my god are you okay?” Peeta was by her side in a flash and quickly helped her right herself.

Surprisingly she burst out laughing “Oh my god! I can’t believe that just happened. Thanks Peeta, I’m ok.” He started to help her pick up her stuff when Gale Hawthorne appeared.

“Katniss? What happened? You ok?” concern was all over his features.

“Fine, fine I tripped Peeta was just helping me collect my stuff.”

Gale nodded but proceeded to take the books Peeta had in his arms “Well I’m here now. Mellark you can …go do whatever it is you do. I got this.”

Peeta felt his face flame but kept his mouth shut previous experience had thought him that answering back to people like Gale usually ended up badly for people like Peeta.

“Sure. Whatever” he mumbled and moved to step away.

Katniss meanwhile shot Gale a glance that would have felled a lesser man, but Peeta imagined as Katniss’ boyfriend Gale was probably used to her looks so he just ignored her.(Imagine being able to ignore Katniss thought Peeta)

“Thanks again Peeta. Hey before you go, do you have the details of the English assignment? I can’t find where I wrote it down.”

“Sure, hold on” Peeta rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a notebook. He pulled out a sheet and copied the details onto the paper for her.

“Ummm here you go” he said handing it over.

“Katniss? Are you ready I’ll carry this stuff to your car” huffed Gale.

“Go ahead I’ll be right there. I just want to check something with Peeta” She called without looking at Gale.

“I’ll wait.”

“Dunderhead” muttered Katniss under her breath so that only Peeta could hear her, keeping her voice low she began to speak “Um I was wondering if you were going to submit any ideas for the dance. When we were kids I remember you always had a great imagination.”

Peeta blinked and stared and Katniss “Um no. I don’t….I mean I’m not interested in that kinda thing you know. I’ve never even been to a school dance.”

“Oh…right. Sorry I just, I guess I’ll see you in class or something.” Katniss seemed embarrassed and Peeta wanted to die. This was how he spoke to the girl of his dreams….Leon was right he was an idiot.

As she turned to walk away he called after her “Wait! I may not have an idea but um I’m pretty good at art and design maybe,I mean if you needed it, I could help you guys work on pulling it altogether?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“That would be fantastic! I know you’re headed to Capitol U next year to begin a Fine Art Degree so absolutely we would love your help.” Katniss smile was a mile wide as she said all this.

“Ok. Well keep me posted. Oh and Katniss you should probably tie your shoelace” Peeta smiled and her and began to walk away. It was only as he turned the corner he realised something. He had never mentioned getting into Capitol U …how had Katniss known that?

********

“So what did you need from Mellark?” asked Gale.

“Gale you were standing right there when I was talking to him - English homework and he’s offered to help with the dance.” said Katniss taking her bag from Gale. She reached down to grab the apple that she dropped and popped it in a bin as she walked by.

“Help how? Loser never goes to anything school related.”

“So? What has that got to do with anything? And he’s not a loser. Look Gale we need help with this dance and I’m happy to have someone like Peeta come on board-“

Gale cut her off “ Ooh I get it now, you get the nerdy runt to do all the work and you take the credit.”

“Shut up Gale. When have I EVER treated anyone like that? I can’t believe you would even think I would do that.”

“Oh relax, it’s High School not the real world.”

Sometimes Katniss goody two shoes attitude really annoyed Gale. Kill or be killed that was Gale’s motto(not literally of course) but sometimes you had to be ruthless on and off the field.

“Let me make it up too you… how about a movie?”

“Can’t I have to get home to help dad. I’ll round up the gang maybe we can all go see something on Saturday?”

Frustrated Gale rolled his eyes before responding “Katniss I meant …..”

Katniss knew exactly what he meant and after going out a few times two years ago, Katniss wasn’t going down that road again, Gale however still thought they were perfect for each other and was always trying to get her to agree to a date.

Katniss blundered on pretending not to have heard him “It’ll be a fun way for everyone to relax after Friday’s game. I’ll text everyone later unless you want to do it?”

Gale clenched his jaw frustrated at Katniss he wanted to say something more when his phone rang. It was Cato.

“I’m late for practice. Talk to you later” and Gale took off running towards the sports field.

A grateful Katniss watched Gale sprint away, glad of the reprieve from his hints and outright declarations that they would make the perfect couple.

She hopped into her car and got ready to head home, when out of the corner of her eye she saw the hunched figure of Peeta Mellark walking out and heading towards town, she watched him til he was out of sight.

There was something about Peeta that made Katniss want to get to know him better but the blue eyed blond boy kept himself to himself. She had has crush on him since the first day of school when he drew her a picture of her teddy bear.

She smiled recalling how upset she was being separated from her bear and was missing him something terrible on her first day. Seeing her tears Peeta had marched up to her pencil in hand and asked her what he looked like and under her guidance had drawn a pretty good depiction of Snowball Abernathy.

Katniss still had the drawing; her dad had laminated it years go and she used it as book mark. The bear was also still knocking around, slightly bedraggled, more grey then white these day but still loved.

She sighed remembering a time when they were younger and Peeta was much more open. It all changed when his dad died though he seemed to retreat from childhood.

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Katniss knew from Peeta’s older brother Leon that it hadn’t been easy after Mr M had died.

She had met Leon when her parents hired him to help her with her maths. Leon was like a skinnier less good looking Peeta. He was in college locally hoping to be a teacher and he loved maths and tutored a few kids.

As Katniss and he worked together they became more friendly.He was kind and funny and talkative.

When Katniss got accepted to Capitol U to study Engineering she was overjoyed and then Leon told her Peeta had been accepted to CU too.

“That’s amazing! What program? I wonder if we’ll run into each other. That would be cool.” Katniss gushed. She was practically vibrating at this piece of news.

And had completely forgotten who she was talking too. She couldn’t stop the blush that crept up her face.

Leon felt a grin spreading over his face “Careful Everdeen or I might think you have a crush on my baby brother……oh my god you do!!!”

That was a few weeks ago and Leon kept encouraging her to talk to Peeta and teasing her that if she let the year pass without saying anything he would tell Peeta before graduation.

Katniss knew though her secret was safe. Leon was very protective of Peeta, and from what Leon had told her-and what she knew from the past herself and gossip- the death of Mr Mellark had hit the whole family hard.

The oldest Mellark brother Sean had taken over running the place full time (this had always been the plan but the death of Sean Snr meant things moved a lot quicker). He quit full time college and moved home.

Leon and Peeta helped out but right after her husband died Mrs Mellark seemed to “disappear” leaving Sean 20, Leon 16 and Peeta 13 to carry on.

The older boys tried to stay on top of everything.- the house, the business, school even dealing with their mom- but their home life was chaotic following in the weeks following their fathers death.

It was a lot to cope with, and they tried to do it all without any help - scared that if they let people know what was going on their family would be further torn apart.

Katniss remembered when Peeta came to school in the same hoodie for 5 days –not really a big deal but Cato Snow grabbed this and began to tease Peeta.

“Hey Smellark. Don’t you have any CLEAN clothes?”

His goons soon joined in for weeks whenever they could get Peeta alone they went at him, they pushed him, squirted hand sanitizer on him, threw water on him.

Some of the other kids tried to tell Cato to stop but no one wanted to make themselves a target so most just ignored what was going on. Katniss did too, and the memory still pained her.

It all came to a head one Monday afternoon Peeta finally snapped and swung at Cato. Peeta may have been quiet and smaller then the others but in the past number of weeks a fire had raged in him.

This particular Monday Cato had decided that Peeta needed a hair cut and got Tom Marvel and Derek Blight to hold him down and started to hack at Peeta’s hair.

It was the final straw for Peeta, to this day no one knows exactly how he did it but Peeta got loose and punched Cato busting his nose, the sight of the blood caused Marvel to flee. Blight wasn’t quick enough and Peeta managed to leave him with a black eye. Peeta picked up his bag and left the school vowing to never return.

While this was going on, an anonymous tip off was left with a children’s care charity begging them to check on the Mellark’s. A young case worker Finnick Odair took the call and hearing how distressed the girl in the end of the call was decided to make a house call.

He met a shaken, tattered Peeta at the house on the front step.

“Hey kid? You ok?”

And for the first time since his dad died and the bullying began Peeta cried and his story just tumbled out

Finnick met with the rest of the family. Mrs. Mellark was very obviously depressed, the boys were grieving but had no time to process everything that was happening as they desperately tried to keep things going. A decision was made to contact Mrs Mellark mother, Sae.

She arrived in a day and scolded her grandsons for not calling her sooner and hugged the life out of them.

She sought out her daughter and held her close as she wept and wept.

Then the five of them sat on the sofa together and Sae told Finnick she was sticking around for as long as was needed and he helped her to find the help her family needed.

Peeta however refused to talk about what had happened and wouldn’t confirm the bullying. He hoped by keeping his mouth shut Cato would leave him alone. (It hadn’t. Although Cato no longer actively sought him out he still tormented him)

When Peeta returned to school a few days later people seemed to give him a wide berth the story of his Hulk like anger had scared people. It made him sad.

When he went to his locker he found a bag there and inside was a paper dandelion, a packet of coloring pencils and notebook.

Peeta was confused and wary but the yellow flower was the first thing he remembered seeing in color; since his dad died life had just been grey. He smiled, just a small one but somehow this flower made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time -hope.

********

On Friday the school was buzzing. Peeta had on a black tee shirt and orange cons showing his school spirit.

He had noticed Katniss that morning in her black skinny jeans, a Jays orange jersey, black oversized cardigan, in her braided hair there was an orange ribbon and on her feet a pair of orange cons. He smiled when he saw them.

He was just slipping to class when she called him

“Hey Peeta! Look we’re foot twins.” She bounded over to him and stood toe to toe with him. His heart was pounding.

She pulled out her phone “Can I take a picture?” and she aimed her camera down before clicking a few snaps.

“I think yours look better” she smiled and looked up at him, suddenly aware how close she was to him.

“I’m sorry Peeta I’m such and space invader” she stepped back “like I was saying yours look better, they have that lived in Cons look, mine are brand new they need breaking in. I’m gonna put this on Instagram, want me to tag you?”

“Why? Why would you tag me? I mean we’re not exactly friends, besides I don’t think Gale or his friends would appreciate any part of me appearing on your feed. I have to go Katniss.” Peeta smiled sadly and walked away.

Katniss couldn’t understand what she had said or done but she quickly deleted the post.

********

When the dance committee opened the silver box they found a good deal of papers, half though were filled with utter rubbish- crude drawing, bits of gum wrapped in the paper and some downright dangerous suggestions -roller skating with night vision goggles???

The most surprising thing was that even though the students had been given free reign most were standard dance ideas. According to Delly Cartwright this was because despite claims to want to express themselves and be individuals most teenagers just wanted to blend in and follow the herd, and in the end there were only five familiar themes to choose from.

1. Winter Wonderland/Snow Ball /Yule Ball

2. Once Upon a Time(Fairytales and stories)

3. Enchanted Forest or Magical Garden

4. Candy land

5. Masquerade Ball

Students were just handed a ballot paper and asked to vote for their favourite and with the result revealed at the following weeks assembly.

The winning theme in the end was the Enchanted Forest, and Katniss was secretly thrilled. Now the theme was picked it was time for the hard work to begin, and time to see if Peeta was ready to join the dance committee.

********

Peeta and Jo were sitting on one of the benches outside the school when Katniss walked over.

“Hey” she called

Peeta waved, Jo gave a nod.

“Peeta, if that offer to help out with the dance is still on the table the dance committee is meeting tomorrow after school to get things moving. I was wondering if you’d like to come along and get an idea of budget, how we can pull off the theme and if we can actually make something out of nothing” Katniss joked.

“I don’t know Katniss-“ but before he could finish Jo interrupted

“He’ll be there. What time and can I help too? My dad owns the forest out past Turn 4. He might be able to help with some stuff for decoration.”

“Ok, well we be in Room 17 from about 4 pm and Jo it would be great to have more help. I’ll leave you guys to it then. Bye”

As she walked away she missed the glare Peeta threw at Jo and the grin that spread across her face.

“What? You have been crazy about her for years. Now’s you chance to woo her” grinned Jo

“She has a scary boyfriend or did you forget that? A boyfriend who has no issue with beating a guy like me and might I add he has the connections to dispose of me where no one can find me.” He muttered darkly

“I dunno I know what people say but, I don’t think they are a couple….. anyway never mind that it’ll be at least one fun memory we’ll have of going to this place before we head to Capitol.”

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Over the next few weeks Peeta’s life and routine took on a different one. The initial meeting of the dance committee had been nerve wracking but the other members, along with Katniss made him and Jo feel very welcome.

Peeta was wary at first but there was no punchline, he wasn’t a joke to anyone and surprisingly he started to enjoy the meetings.

The other members Annie Cresta, Thom Dalton, Brian Turner or Beetee as he was known, Delly Cartwright and Cecelia Hubert were a mixed but fun group.

“Hey Peeta, can you take a look at this?” Katniss called

“What’s up?” he asked.

“This…. I think I did it wrong…..it looks..” they two of them tilted their heads looking at the mess in front of them Katniss was supposed to be making centre pieces from twigs adorned with lights, and flowers.

“I think you’ve glued things on upside down, it’s okay we’ll fix it” he tried not to laugh. Katniss was the least crafty person he had ever met.

“I like the arch way, you’ve made it look really spectacular, it will make the entrance look so special. You have really helped us to set the theme, you and Jo.”

“Well you know us art nerds” Peeta mumbled as he undid some of Katniss handiwork.

“I don’t….but I’d like too” Katniss whispered in a low voice.

Peeta didn’t dare to look at her but kept going with what he was doing. He wasn’t sure what to say. He took a deep breath and prepared to ask her what she meant when suddenly the door burst open and there stood Gale, Cato and the other Jays players.

Gale was wearing what looked like doctors scrubs while the others were dressed in tacky sexy nurse outfits that no nurse in their right mind could wear and work in.

“Hey Katniss”

Peeta would swear he felt Katniss stiffen beside him, then she took a deep breath and turned to look(along with the rest of the room)

Gale unravelled his sign which said “I’m no doctor but it appears you’re suffering from DATELESSNESS. My suggestion is…..” meanwhile the rest held up signs that read “A date with Gale?” And “What more could you want?” And “A dose of Vitamin G!”

“No!” she shouted and the laughter and shouts of the Jays stopped.

“Just no! I told you this last night, the night before. You NEVER listen to me? I don’t want to date you or even go to the dance with you. I’ve tried being polite but it’s gotten me no where, please leave me alone and stop this. I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t want to be. Just stop”

“You selfish b-“ Gale started towards Katniss but Peeta stepped in front of her.

“I wouldn’t take another step or utter another word Hawthorne. Just take your guys and go. Or would you like me to call Miss Trinket?” Peeta’s voice was low and calm. Thom and Beetee had stood up too and walked towards Katniss and Peeta.

“Or what Smellark?” spat Gale.

“Funny, real funny but I think after 4 years you guys could have gotten a bit more creative with your insults. Cato, why don’t you take Gale and the guys and leave. Katniss has refused Gale’s offer, there is nothing else to be said.”

In the crowd of guys a few looked angry but others just looked confused about what had gone on. Had Gale really been hassling Katniss? He made it sound like she had wanted this big fuss but what if she hadn’t? The team started to move away and soon the room was cleared.

“Umm thanks guys…now where were we?”

“Hey Everdeen, I thought that guy was your boyfriend?” asked Jo confused by what had happened.

“Nope. Never was, never will be. He’s never been my type” Katniss smiled

“Interesting…..and would you type maybe be a little less male perhaps?” teased Jo much to the amusement of the others

“Sorry Jo, I’m not into girls, but I do know that Delly happens to think you are real cute.” And with a shocked squeak from Delly the whole committee burst into giggles.

Once everyone had settled down Katniss walked over to Peeta.

“Hey Peeta? Thanks for what you did for me with Gale. I don’t know why he has to act like that you know?”

“Katniss it’s ok really. I’ll walk you to your car after we’re done here if you want? In case he’s still around.”

“Thanks, but I should be ok. Right I better get these to Annie.” She nodded her head at the closed box in her hands that she had picked up from somewhere.

“What’s in it?

“Flowers! I may not be much good at making centerpieces but if you need a paper flower I’m your girl” she grinned as she said this “open the box and have a look.”

Peeta’s stomach dropped when he opened the box there were daisies, roses and right at the top yellow dandelions like the one given to him all those years ago.

“Peeta? Are you ok?” a worried Katniss asked.

“Yeah. Sorry just zoned out. These are really pretty. I better get back to the trees.”

Peeta worked quietly for rest of the hour to trying to figure out why Katniss had given him the flower all those years ago and the pencils and notebook which became his companions. In the notebook he drew his fears, his hopes covering every page and when it was full his mom bought him a new one. Even now he always had a notebook in his bag.

“Peeta? Can I give you a lift home?” asked Katniss Peeta startled at her voice he looked around and was slightly shocked to see they were the last people there. He hadn’t heard the others leave.

“Ok.” He shrugged and gathered up his stuff.

“Katniss? Can I ask you something?” Peeta was nervous but he needed to know why she did what she did.

“Sure.” She nodded

“After…. the Cato incident there was a paper flower and art stuff left in my locker. Did you do that?”

He watched her hands tighten around the steering wheel and she took a deep breath before she answered.

“Yes. I just wanted to give you something nice you know. Those guys were so mean and the rest of us should’ve done more, told the teachers. I watched you almost disappear and I hated that the light in your eyes dimmed so much. Your family was going through so much.”

“You were just a kid Katniss,it’s ok. Really. We got help. As a family we’ve survived. What else could you have done?” He reached over and put his hand on hers, it was awkward in the car but he wanted -no needed- her to know that he was ok.

“Your flower gave me hope, gave my life some color at a time when I had none. Thank you for seeing me, at a time when I felt no one did.”

“I always saw you Peeta.” She was looking at him now Peeta wanted to look away her gaze was almost too intense.

“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You are the noisiest walker I have ever heard. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

“I know these things because I’ve always watched you and yes I know that’s crazy and I sound like a stalker but I need you to know this because we’re going away to college soon and I would like to at least be your friend but what I really want is to know you better and Leon knows and he told me that if I didn’t tell you I liked you he would.”

“Slow down… what?”

“I like you. A lot. Your stupid brother found out and has been teasing me. He said he would tell you before I could especially since we’re going to be at the same college next year. If you just want a friend that’s fine but I would really like to go on a date so you could get to know me…. and then…..well who knows….”

“Okay.”

“Okay like let’s go on a date or like I’m going to get out of car and run away?”

“The first one.”

**********

And so they had their first date 2 nights later.

And their first kiss that night too.

Peeta asked Katniss to be his girlfriend on their third date.

They went to their dance together and danced under the canopy of trees and flowers they had helped create.

They had their first fight when Peeta struggled to understand what a girl like Katniss saw in him. He questioned why? He kept expecting things to fall apart and doubted what they had was real.

Eventually his mom took him aside and told him that his problems were bigger then him and a professional would be better placed to help him.

“You deserve happiness Peeta,let us help you find it.”

He started seeing Dr Aurelius with Katniss, his family and friends supporting him every step of the way.

He told Katniss he loved her one evening when they were in her parent’s house. They were watching a stupid movie and she was laughing. He watched her eyes crinkle, her chuckles ringing in the air as she sat there in a panda onesie and he blurted it out.

She smiled at him and throwing her arms around his neck she told him the same, placing tiny kisses all over his face.

And then they graduated. The one person who didn’t was Cato Snow who was expelled following a positive drug test and several reports of bullying.

Gale never spoke to Katniss again.

A few of the Mockingjays team had apologized for their part in the dance proposal telling Katniss they had believed Gale when he told them that it was her idea.

Neither wanted to go to the end of year dance, instead they went with some of their friends to a small cabin by a lake and had a quiet celebration.

And later, in the quiet of the night after they had spent time having their own private celebration. Katniss sang to Peeta

Let the bough break, let it come down crashing

Let the sun fade out to a dark sky

I can’t say I’d even notice it was absent

‘Cause I could live by the light in your eyes

I’ll unfold before you

Would have strung together

The very first words of a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose you

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose you

I choose you, yeah

There was a time when I would have believed them

If they told me that you could not come true

Just love’s illusion

But then you found me

And everything changed

And I believe in something again

My whole heart

Will be yours forever

This is a beautiful start

To a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose You

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose You

We are not perfect we’ll learn from our mistakes

And as long as it takes I will prove my love to you

I am not scared of the elements I am underprepared,

But I am willing

And even better

I get to be the other half of you

Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose You, yeah

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose You

She had just finished and Peeta was about to say something when Johanna shouted.

“Seriously?? It was bad enough listening to you two screwing each other senseless now I have to hear you sing?! Keep this up and you’ll have to find a new roommate!”

After their laughter subsided Peeta turned to Katniss and whispering quietly he said.

“I choose you too. Always.”

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george-mackay-macfine · 4 years

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Dear Diary prt. 2

A/N I have like five chapters of this written, maybe more. People requested for the second part of it. Please let this entertain you while my brain forgets to write filthy smut.

Word Count: 2,691

July 26th 2011,

And that was it, The night I lost my first boyfriend, the night I lost my best friend and most importantly my exciting night with George MacKay.

Taylor drove George, Mason and I to McDonald's where we all pigged out on French fries and Vodka laced milkshakes until they kicked us out at one o’clock. Taylor then insisted that they drive me home, no matter how much I insisted I could walk.

George walked me to my front door, kissed my forehead and thanked me for the night’s entertainment and reminded me that Julian McDonald was nothing, and Sarah was nothing more than a stalker.

That was ten days ago, He hadn’t asked for my number, he hadn’t added me on Facebook and he most certainly hadn’t shown up at my front door. No matter how much I wished he would. I was stupid for even thinking he would. It was dumb, I know but we connected on that roof, or at least I thought we had.

Who knows maybe he had some rule about waiting more than ten days.

July 30th 2011,

Dear Diary,

This is now a sad sob story. I’m infatuated with a boy I’d spent less than twelve hours with, and it was worse than everyone's current obsession with Justin Bieber.

August 4th 2011,

Dear future Y/N,

Today is the day you found out you got into Edinburgh. Congratulations.

Love, 2011 Y/N.

P.S You’re way still in obsessed with George.

September 11th 2011,

Dear Diary,

I think instead of referring to this as you as ‘Diary’ I think I’ll start to open with ‘Dear Future Y/N’ since that’s who this all for. The future Y/N whose probably lost her marbles over worrying about George MacKay and if anything he’d said to her on that day in July meant anything to him like it did to us, past and present Y/N. (And probably future) anyway,

I guess I should apologise to future Y/N for leaving so long between each entry. I suck at this thing… My bad, for your sake I hope I get better at this.

But today at least I’m doing something worth remembering. I’m finally moving away from home and spreading my wings, where to you may ask? Well, future Y/N whose lost her marbles, at one point you were smart enough to get into University. Not just any University. As previously mentioned, in my ‘many’ entries (That was sarcasm by the way, just in case you forget It when you get old) I got into Edinburgh University, and today I was officially moving in.

I walk through the apartment with a huge smile on my face.

There are three bedrooms one shares no walls and is the largest of the three, the other two shares one wall. A small slightly outdated bathroom separated the lone bedroom and the living room, offering some semblance of peace for whoever claimed it. The apartment was finished with a combined living/dining area with a door leading out onto a smallish balcony and a decent-sized kitchen.

The furniture looked on the newer side. There were some suspicious stains on the settee, and the carpet which to me looked like red wine, but from what I could tell none of our neighbours seemed too loud, nor danced naked on their balcony, not that it wouldn’t be interesting to watch if they did.

My roommates hadn’t arrived yet when mum, dad and I lugged all my luggage in. Mum and Dad couldn’t stay long once they’d dropped me off, enough to remind me to eat vegetables and take my studies seriously before Dad decided it was time for them to head on home, I didn’t really mind, the sooner they left the sooner I got used to being without them. A big change for someone who’d lived at home all their lives but I was excited. I had a flat one-thirds to myself, no parents looking over my shoulder, watching how many vegetables I ate at dinner, how much red wine I tried to sneak when they’d let me have a glass.

The first of my two roommates to arrive was Dean Charles Chapman, He was on the taller side, attractive. He’d have no problem finding people to entertain him in his downtime.

“Y/N right?” Dean smiled holding his hand out, I shook it quickly nodding my head. “You the first one here?”

“Yeah, just me.” Dean nodded walking over to the window that overlooked our small balcony. “It’s a pretty nice place.” Dean turned, nodding his head.

“Oh yeah.” He scoffed. “My brother attended University here, graduated a year ago. He never had a place this nice.” He walked towards the rooms. “You pick a room yet?” I shook my head. “Why not?”

“Didn’t seem fair.” Dean smiled, he was handsome, you could clearly see how he’d be able to charm a jury even if his client was guilty as sin.

“Well, pick a room. First in best-dressed.” He pushed one of my bags at me. “I’ll help you move your stuff in.” He picked up another as I led him towards the biggest room, the one with no shared walls. “Makes sense for you to have the biggest room, you are the only girl.” Wait, what?

“There’s no other girl?” I stopped turning to Dean. “How do you know that? Harry could also be a girls name.” Dean laughed putting down what he was carrying on the double bed.

“His name is Harry Styles, I played him in football through High School and he is most definitely a guy.”

“So I’m going to be the only girl in a flat full of guys, where you’ll bring other girls home and have loud sex with them all night long…”

“Is that what you think guys do?” Dean was clearly amused by me.

“Isn’t it?” He thinks a minute before he shrugs, conceding before holding his hand over his heart.

“I promise you Y/N, I won’t bring home and loud girls, and you’ll never have to pretend to be my girlfriend to get rid of them in the morning.” He smiled, taking his hand down before shrugging his shoulders. “Unless you want to.”

“I think I’ll pass for now on that chore… But I’ll ah, I’ll keep it in mind Dean.”

“Suit yourself, but if you do need help getting rid of any of your… conquests…”

“Never an appropriate term.”

“I’m sure Harry and I can deal with them,” Dean smirked ignoring me.

“You don’t have to worry about that Dean.” He nodded his head as if he understood where I was going with this.

“You got a boyfriend then?” I shook my head.

“No, I’m actually practising being a nun.” I smiled sweetly. Dean’s mouth dropped open a little, he looked me up and down as I began to unpack my bags.

“You’re a nun?” I nodded my head again. “But you don’t look like a nun.”

“And what does a nun look like Dean? Huh?” I laughed.

“Well, they’re meant to be all scary looking, you know like in the movies.” He sat down on my bed, if I were, to be honest, he looks rather traumatised. “I can’t believe my flatmate is a nun.”

“I’m messing with you, Dean.” I laughed unable to keep a straight face any longer. “I just don’t think I’ll really have time to sleep around this year.”

“So first you’re a nun, and now you sleep around?”

“No, not like that…”

“So which are you? A nun, or a slag?”

“I’m neither. I’m just saying my course work is going to be full-on, I won’t have time to see anyone…”

“Y/N, if you think I’m going to put up with your booty calls dragging in and out of here, all night long…”

“I’ve never had a booty call because I’ve never had sex before.” That stopped Dean in his tracks, It was as if someone had thrown cold water all over his body.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Is that all your brain picked up on?” I rolled my eyes, picking my laptop out of the bag and sitting it on the desk.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… Don’t take this the wrong way either, but you’re not ugly.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

“I mean it, you’ve got great tits, and you’ve got nice eyes I guess.”

“My physical appearance is not the reason I’ve not had sex.”

“Then what is?”

“That I haven’t found a boy I like enough to let them see me naked.” Dean sat down on the bed, again and continued to watch me for a moment.

“You know there is a difference between having sex and seeing someone naked, Y/N.” I stopped fiddling with my pink shirt and looked up at him. “Put it this way, seeing someone naked can be seen as an intimate thing, whereas having sex with someone can be totally casual. Most times there’s no need to get completely undressed.” He crossed one leg over the other, he was really ready to dive in on his theory. “The number of girls I’ve had a one night stand with, or a supply closet quickie with that haven’t been completely naked it’d astound you.” He shook his head, smirking in self-satisfaction. Obviously, some happy memories were filling his head. “Sorry, but what I mean is you can have sex without someone seeing you naked…”

“Okay, let’s rephrase then. I have yet to find someone I like enough to let them put their penis in me.” I smiled sweetly. “Better?”

“And this is exactly the first conversation I thought I would hear my two roommates talking about.” I stood up straight, my clothes falling onto my bed. At the door stood the person I could only assume to be Charlie, a backpack slung over his shoulder. “Yeah, this'll be a great year.” He laughed tapping the door jamb as he walked away. I turned back to Dean glaring.

“Great, now he thinks we’re crazy.” I hissed as I threw the clothes on my bed and walked out after Charlie, finding him spread out on the couch. “Hi.” I waved. “I’m Y/N.”

“The virgin.” Dean chimed in as he walked out of my room. “Hey Charlie, catch the game the other day?”

“Yeah, absolutely mental,” I have no clue what so ever what they’re talking about. “You really a virgin?” Harry looked me up and down, just like Dean had.

“Do I need to get it tattoo’d on my forehead?” Dean cackled as he walked over to Charlie, sitting beside him on the lounge.

“Not necessary, it’s just hard to believe.” Harry shrugged as if this was the most normal conversation for three complete strangers to be having.

“Why is it so hard to believe?”

“Cause you’re not ugly,” Harry shrugged once more, seconds later being hit on the shoulder by Dean.

“Exactly what I said.” I threw my arms up in the air and walked back to my bedroom, ignoring Dean and Charlie. “Hey, C’mon Y/N,” Dean called out. “We have to go get food and everything still. You can’t be pissed at us just yet. How else are you going to get dinner.”

Fuck these guys.

“Fine.” I groaned storming back out from where I’d come, “Can we go now though so when we get back we can just unpack and not have to leave again?”

“Sure,” Harry stood up picking up his keys. “I’ll drive.”

“That’s good cause I don’t have a car,” I called behind him.

“Don’t drive?” Dean looked over his shoulder as we all walked to the front door, checking we each had our set of keys before shutting the door behind us.

“Back home was so small and compact, I didn’t really need it.” Dean nodded.

“I can teach you if you want, sometime throughout the year?”

“That’d be great Dean.” I smiled, genuinely touched by his offer. “So what are you each studying?” I turned walking back down the hallway. “Wait, let me guess.” I looked over Harry studying his face. “Harry is going to be a politician, and you Dean, you’re gonna be a lawyer.”

“Got me.” Dean smiled.

“I saw your coursebook on the table.” I giggled, turning to Charlie. “Well?”

“Not me,” Harry followed quickly. I frowned, “I’m going to be a History teacher, Ancient preferably but I’d settle for modern.” I raised an eyebrow, not what I was expecting from Charlie. “Not what you expected.” He smiled as if he read my mind.

“Not even close.” I laughed before my body got pushed towards them. “What the fork.” I cried as I fell into Charlie, both of us unable to stabilise ourselves we fell in a heap on the floor.

“Shit, you guys okay?” I froze. I knew that voice. A loud thump came from beside us, a box dropped to the ground. “Here let me help you.” George, I rolled myself over, propping myself up on my elbows looking up at him from the ground. He recognised me, freezing for a minute before a huge smile filled his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“You mean here at the University, or here as in the ground?” I looked over at Charlie. “With Charlie?” I added. George laughed, reaching out and grabbing onto me. He easily pulled me up. Harry pulled himself up quickly, standing off behind me with Dean. I didn’t care where he was right now I was too engulfed by George MacKay.

“Same old Y/N.” George laughed pushing some of my hair behind my ear. Done by anyone else the gesture would have been misplaced, but being done by George it could easily be passed off as a casual gesture. “But I do mean at the University.”

“I’m attending Uni here.” I pointed over my shoulder, “Dean, Harry and I all share a flat two doors down. We were just heading out to get food.” I noticed the bag on his shoulder. “Are you dropping someone off?”

“No, I go here too.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Model career didn’t work out then?”

“Not just yet.” George stood back to take a good look at me. “I can’t believe I ran into you.”

“Literally.” Dean pipped up in the background. George didn’t look up at him.

“I wanted to drop by after the party, but I thought you might need some time to breathe.”

“I appreciate that.” I turned back to look at Harry and Dean, both were watching the conversation intently. “Sorry, Dean, Harry this is George. We’re from the same town.”

“Nice to meet you, George,” Dean extended his hand out slapping against George’s. “Do you watch football?”

“Yeah. A mad Liverpool supporter, you?”

“Chelsea,” Harry let out a low whistle. George’s eyes turned to him.

“This is why he’s going to be a lawyer, he’s got a lot of practice lying about Chelsea being a good team.” Harry extended his hand out to George, “I’m Charlie, also a Liverpool fan.”

In what parallel universe was I introducing George Richards to people, as if we were good friends. This was weird. So weird.

“We better get going… It was good to see you, George.” Play it cool Y/N. Like an ice-cube.

“You too.” I smiled once more before walking past him. We got to the end of the hallway before either Harry or Dean spoke again.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend,” Dean questioned as he pressed the button for the elevator.

“I don’t.”

“Then what’s going on with you and George?” Dean smirked as the doors opened. “Because I’m sure if you really wanted that pesky little thing called your virginity gone, I’m sure he’d take it for you.” Dean chuckled. “Just saying.”

“God Dean, I forgot how sex-driven you were.” Harry shook his head, stepping inside.

“Unlike you Dean, I don’t have the desire to let anyone take me to bed.”

“At the moment,” Dean chuckled.

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bonniebird · 5 years

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A chance missed

Klaus x Reader

Requested by Anon

Stiles froze as he looked up and saw you. It was a busy party and you hadn’t been sure if you’d be able to come. Deaton found someone last minute to cover for you and Scott. You’d both been delighted and rushed over to the party.

After a few minutes of talking with Lydia and along assurance that you’d dance with Malia and Kira later, after you found Stiles. No one was really sure where he was. Liam, who was having a drink with Theo and Mason, celebrating Theo’s pact with the New Orleans Bayou wolves, gave you a vague direction for your long term boyfriend.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Stiles gasped as he scrambled to get dressed. The girl he was with was one of the newer deputies. Lydia had been to the station a few times since she’d started and mentioned that they were both acting odd. Malia dismissed her and insisted that Stiles smelled funny. Almost a month. It had almost been a month and you hadn’t put it together. “Wait!”

“What’s going on?” Malia said wearily as you pushed past people and reached the pack, who had gathered around Liam.

“I don’t think I’ll give you that dance.” You tried to joke but she quickly hugged you tight, glaring at a disheveled Stiles and the deputy.

“I can walk you home.” She said angrily. Kira realised quickly what was going on and rushed to join in on the hug. Scott started berating Stiles while stopping him from following you.

“Theo can give you a lift back to yours. He’s leaving in a few hours.” Lydia said with a smile, she had your coat and bag in her hand. When you glanced up at her she was glowering over at Scott and Stiles. If he survived Scott’s brotherly interrogation. He wasn’t going to make it through Lydia’s. “We’ll sort him out, get home and try to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Theo was waiting in his truck, Malia and Kira both hugged you tightly and asked if you were sure you wanted to go alone. Once Theo started driving it was hard to keep the tears in. “You know you don’t have to stay here.” He muttered and glanced at you.

“What?” You muttered, rubbing your eyes to keep the tears in.

“If you want you could come with me to New Orleans, the nightlife deadly but other than that it’s pretty fun.” He grinned when you laughed.

“I’m not the sort of person to just up and go.” You said thoughtful, noticing it had started to rain. In the mirror you could see Theo’s bags neatly packed, everything he owned and it barely filled the back seat.

“Maybe you should be. It doesn’t take much to leave. You’ve never left Beacon Hills have you? Might be time.” Theo muttered. The rest of the drive was quiet. He gently pulled up outside your apartment. You only had a few weeks left on the leese and the longer you think about it the more giddey you felt about leaving.

“I’ll do it.” You said, heart pounding so hard you could feel the anxiety meixing with excitement. It made you feel a little lightheaded. “Will you help me pack?” You added. Theo chuckled and nodded, pulling up fully in the driveway.

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“You don’t look like someone who would hang around with wolves.” A soft tone of a warm voice said. You looked up from your book to see a charming man leaning on the fence of the cafe you’d been sat at for most of the morning. Theo and Jackson had left you to go and make more headway with the pact between New Orleans and Beacon hills.

“You don’t look like someone who would know about that sort of thing.” You said and smiled when he chuckled.

“You’d be surprised.” He mused.

“I doubt it. Where I’m from, nothing is surprising anymore.” You said as you set your book down and turned to him. “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you're from around here” You asked him and he shrugged.

“Oh, all over.” He said, smiling to himself as he looked over the quarter. “Where are you from?” He asked playfully.

“Beacon Hills, Calli. Home to the very special wolves as Jackson Kenner likes to put it. They’re not particularly special.” You said as you grab you bag and book, leaving money for your drink. “They’re not Original like you Mr Mikaelson.” You said with a light laugh when he was stunned for a moment before laughing at your deviousness.

I think I’m going to like you staying here.” Klaus muttered to himself as he returned to the courtyard where Elijah was watching with amusement.

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Stiles followed the pack nervously. He hadn’t heard from you for over a year. You’d left with Theo and he had no clue what to do. He made a mistake, he told everyone. It took them a long time to forgive him. For ten months they wouldn’t even tell him where you’d gone. All he knew was Lydia received a call and she took care of everything for you as you weren’t sure when you’d come back.

They were attending your birthday party and each member of the pack had asked if you were really ok with Stiles joining them. You’d told them you were fine and that you’d moved on from Stiles. He was heartbroken for a while. Then angry. He was frustrated when he friends all pointed out it was his own fault. He planned on finding who ever you’d moved on with and… he wasn’t sure what he would do after.

The party was in short lavish, maybe even more than that. Lydia’s jaw dropped when she saw how the whole quarter was decorated for your party. Areas that vibrates with loud music and flashing lights, some areas were more defined, classical, others rustic and more comunal.

“What do you think?” You asked as you spotted Lydia.

“This is insane. I say that as me who would have thrown a crazy party.” Lydia said giddily.

“They had a little trouble deciding what to throw me. Marcel intervene and offered this proposal.” You said and gestured to the happy crowds. You smiled and greeted the pack who were all more than happy to make a fuss. They were staying for a few days and you were delighted to see them.

Until you spotted Stiles at the back. “Hi.” You said curtly.

“It’s great to see you. I missed you.” Stiles said as you nodded awkwardly.

“(Y/N), these would be the Theo’s wolves.” Klaus said as he strode up and hugged you. Grateful for the intervention you smiled.

“I’m not sure they would agree that they belong to Theo.” You joked, seeing Liam had already darted off to be filled in on what New Orleans was like with Theo.

“Well we’ll have to discuss that further. You must be the alpha. Pleasure to meet you.” Klaus said as he held his hand out to Scott. Before you could add anything Rebekah hurried over to show you off somewhere else. Seeing your friends she insisted on bringing Lydia because it had been so long since anyone had seen a banshee.

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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Mason Jars & Fifty Percent

Title: Mason Jars & Fifty Percent Words: 2068 Content Creator: @steves-on-a-plane Square Filled: AU Wedding Planner/ Divorce Attorney Rating: G Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader Warnings/Triggers: none Summary: Reader and Bruce have been on a few dates when they realize they’ve never discussed their careers in great detail. Would they really be able to make things work if one of them is a cynical divorced attorney and the other is a romantic wedding planner? Link: @brucebannerbingo

Your relationship was very Mr. and Mrs. Smith if Angelia Jolie had played a cynical divorce lawyer and Brad Pitt’s Mr. Smith has been a lovesick wedding planner. It was unbelievable how the two of you had managed your double act for so long. Maybe, you thought one night over dinner, that the success had come from the secret of not knowing what each other’s profession was.

“You know, I just realized,” Your boyfriend Bruce observed as he glanced over the menu. “This is our fifth date and we never once talked about our careers. I mean I know that you’re a lawyer, but what sort of law do you practice?”

“Yeah…” You looked up from your menu awkwardly. “I usually try to avoid the topic until I get to know someone, but I mean we’ve talked about your job before, right? You’re an event planner. At least that’s what I remember you saying.”

“Well that’s the general idea.” He said, now looking up from his own menu. “But I really specialize in one particular event, weddings.”

“You’re a wedding planner?” You practically coughed on the word.

“Well, yeah.” He smiled uncomfortably. “Everyone loves weddings. The fresh cut flowers, the intricate decorations, all the things a person can do with mason jars!”

“Ugh, the mason jars are the worst part!” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone hates weddings! You get stuck at a table full of people you don’t know, the food is always bland as hell, the music is terrible and it’s all pointless because 50% of all marriages end in divorce.”

“50% is better than all!” He countered. “And sure, the wedding isn’t everything, but it’s the start of everything! For one magic day I get to give two people everything they’ve ever dreamed of. They could be a fairytale come true or pirates on the high seas or any number of fantastic fantasies.”

“And that’s just what it is a fantasy. Weddings are an illusion and once the dust settles and the illusion’s worn off, your happy couple ends up in my office.” You complained.

“Your office?” Bruce leaned back in his seat, scandalized. “You’re a divorce attorney. Well if you hate weddings, and by proxy love, so much why are we on this date right now?”

“Just because I don’t like marriage doesn’t mean I can’t go on dates and have a little bit of fun.” You answered.

“If all I am is a little bit of fun, I think we should stop things now before we get ahead of ourselves.” Bruce set his menu down and began putting on his coat. You glanced back down at your menu, prepared to let him walk out. You’d been planning to have a nice dinner at this restaurant for weeks. You weren’t going to let the fact that you were suddenly dateless stop you. Still, as you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but feel guilt and regret already burning inside you.

You took the night to think things over. Bruce had a point. Why had you allowed the relationship to go on for so long if you were only ever interested in a fun little fling? Why had you been so ashamed to tell him about your job? Sure, you didn’t mention it to anyone on a first date before, but you’d also never waited so long to bring it up. The truth was that you hoped he’d never ask. You went to bed that night with your mind brimming with questions.

In the morning you returned to your office as if it were any other day. You were greeted by your all too cheerful assistant, Steven and plethora of messages that had built up over the weekend. You went into your office and sank into your chair. You unpacked your laptop and began reading your emails for the day. There was a knock at the door. Steven appeared and offered to go out for coffees. You told him that would be fine and returned to work.

You had placed your cellphone screen side up on your desk. The screen was dark, just like it had been last night. It seemed Bruce had been serious about stopping before things went too far. He hadn’t tried to call or text since leaving the restaurant. Not even so much as an emoji. Twenty minutes passed and though your attention was mostly on your work you hadn’t been able to full shake Bruce from your mind.

“Uh, [Y/N]?” You heard Stephen’s voice as he returned to your office. Normally he’d slip in quietly with your coffee and place your mug in front of you before sneaking back out. It also didn’t normally take him twenty minutes to make a coffee. You looked up to see what was wrong, immediately spotting a foreign cup in his hands. “It seems something happened to your mug last night while the cleaners were here. I had to improvise this morning.” Steve place the cup in front of you and tried to disappear as soon as his hand disconnected from the handle.

“Who the hell has a clear glass coffee mug?” You commented as you reached for the beverage. You stopped with your hand hovering just inches away as you got a closer look at the glass “coffee mug.” In your opinion calling it a coffee mug was a very loose use of the term. The object next to your laptop was no coffee mug at all. It was instead a mason jar with a handle. All the things a person can do with mason jars! You found yourself chuckling, a chuckle that turned into laughter. Why the hell was there a mason jar in your office? The irony was too much.

Staring intently at the mason jar, you knew that you owed Bruce an apology. You just hoped he’d still care enough to hear it. Unsurprisingly he didn’t answer when you called. You left him a voicemail anyway.

“Bruce, I owe you an apology and I know it’s already overdue, but if you could find it in you to indulge me, I’d like to meet you for lunch. I have some things I want to say that shouldn’t be left in a voicemail. So, I guess let me know if you’re free.” You ended the call, placed your phone screen side up again and waited. Yu almost given up hope when a text message notification flashed across your screen.

I’m looking at venues with a client until noon. I can meet at your office at 1.

You texted back a very grateful “thank you” and returned to work. You could make it until one o’clock without completely losing your mind, right? The next four hours were agonizing, but you had enough work to keep you busy the entire time. You really only thought of Bruce when you spotted your phone, or the mason jar out of the corner of your eye.

At twelve thirty Steven announced there was a man outside claiming to have a meeting with you. You told him to let the man in and braced yourself to see Bruce again for the first time since your conversation the night before. You wanted to comment right off the bat that you felt Bruce wasn’t playing fairly. He’d arrived looking very professional in a charcoal grey suit and blue dress shirt. His hair was styled in the way he always wore it an effortless waviness to it that you were sure had to take lots of hair protect to perfect. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept much more than you last night.

“I was promised an apology.” He said, not moving from the door.

“Would you like to sit down?” You invited, gesturing toward the two empty chairs across from you. “I can have Steven bring you a coffee...”

“Will it come in a mason jar?” He asked, still not moving from the door. “Because you know, mason jars are the worst.”

“Ok, I deserve that one, I admit it.” You nodded getting up from your desk. You walked over to the small couch on the adjacent wall and invited him to sit again. He seemed hesitant, but finally moved away from the door to sit next to you.

“You know, maybe I’m the one who should apologize.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We never said we were a serious thing, so this whole thing is on me. I overreacted last night.”

“No, no.” You assured him. “It was me. I wasn’t always like this so, cynical about love. People aren’t born to hate love. But my parents were divorced when I was young. I thought it was just them. I thought there was just something about them that didn’t work. I always swore I’d never let their relationship define my own opinions of love. I’ve even been in love once or twice. And nothing like my fiancé William. Will was, he was everything I ever thought I wanted. He ticked off every little box from the checklist in my mind. But either I stopped being shiny and new or I just wasn’t worth keeping around because he left me. So did my second Fiancé Taylor and after that I just decided I wasn’t going to wait and see if the third time was a charm.”

“You’ve got baggage.” Bruce nodded. “I get it, we all have something. But that doesn’t mean you should give up on ever finding love. If those guys could leave so easily, they might not have been worth keeping around anyway. I mean I was really hurt when I walked out of that restaurant last night, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about you all morning. My-my client is complaining to me because her daughter can’t possibly have her wedding anywhere without at least six chandeliers and all I could think about was how I was going to miss that little smirk you make when you win an argument!”

“I don’t...That’s not the point. The point is that I’ve felt sick to my stomach ever since I let you walk away last night. I know now that I love you.” You confessed. “I was kidding myself thinking that this was just a fling, that I wouldn’t get attached to you. You’re so full of light! When I’m around you I don’t think about my past. I don’t think of all the ways that I’ve been hurt or how I could get hurt again. I’m thinking about your laugh, or the way that your eyes crinkle just the slightest when you smile. And honestly, I think about your hair a lot. How do you get it so perfect?”

“My h-it’s gel mostly.” He confessed running a hand through his own hair. “Wait did you just say you love me?”

“I-ah-yeah. I did.” You cast your eyes downward. You couldn’t look at him. “I know its too soon and it’s corny.”

“Babe,” He laughed. You looked up in time to see that crinkle beneath his eyes. “I’m a wedding planner, corny is what I live for.” He glanced down at his watch. “Say we’ve still got some time. What do you say I take you to a real lunch?”

“You still want to keep dating me?” You asked. “Even though I just dumped all that stuff on you and technically I never really apologized?”

“You didn’t dump anything on me.” He promised, getting to his feet. “You were opening up to me about your past and explaining why you’d reacted so severely last night. Who could fault you for that? And truthfully, I never expected you to apologize. You told me on your first date that you never apologize because it admits guilt.”

“Hey, any good lawyer knows you never admit guilt if you want to win.” You shrugged, also getting to your feet. Bruce offered you his hand and you took it eagerly.

“Just promise me one thing,” he said as the two of you started to leave your office. “If we get married, mason jars will not be involved in any capacity.” You couldn’t stop yourself from changing your expression to the lopsided smirk that Bruce loved so much.

“I knew it! No one likes mason jars that much!” You said. “But I kind of like the idea of having at least six chandeliers…”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He chuckled.

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dylshoney · 5 years

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college boy「part two」

synopsis: reader meets shawn during a philosophy lecture

a/n: hey im like sorry? for literally taking two months to post this part, im still so unhappy with it, but at this point who cares. this is based on something that happened to one of my close friends last year, hope you enjoy :’)

warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of sex

there will not be a part three

part one

Shawn didn’t text you. Not that you were expecting him to or anything. Okay, maybe you were expecting him to. But why wouldn’t you? He seemed genuinely interested and you had spent an entire night together.

But that was four days ago, and he still hadn’t texted you. He hadn’t even shown up to class on Tuesday. And today’s class was canceled, so you didn’t get the chance to ask him then.

Today, Thursday, also happened to be the day Shawn was supposed to tutor you, but he hadn’t responded to your subtle text.

Hey. Just wondering what time are you free to study tomorrow?

You sent that yesterday, and when he hasn’t responded, you texted him again this morning.

We’re still on for today, right?

He didn’t respond to that either, showing no signs that he’d even seen it.

“Stop checking your phone!” Carrie took it from your hands, making you roll your eyes and pout, “I wanted to see what time it was.”

“No. You wanted to see if Shawn had texted you.”

You gasp, an innocent expression on your face, “I would never.”

“Yeah,” Luke snorts, shaking his head, “Right.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Did you do something to make him ignore you?” Mason asks.

“No?”

He raises his eyebrows, “Hm. Nothing weird?”

“What are you implying?” You cross your arms, glaring at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Just saying, I know you.”

“We just talked.” You shrug.

“And kissed – ”

You ignor Carrie’s interjection, “Nothing weird.”

“You kissed him?” Luke shoots up in his seat, “Why am I just finding out about this?!”

“Because he’s been ignoring me since, not something I wanted to brag about, thanks.”

“But that’s huge!”

“Shawn’s probably huge.”

Everyone ignores Carrie again as Luke continues, “Shawn hasn’t kissed anyone since freshman year, why would he kiss you?”

Your eye twitches, “Gee thanks Luke.”

“No,” he groans, “I don’t mean it like that, I’m just saying – I’ve never known him to kiss anyone he’s not in a relationship with.”

“Aw, he wanted a relationship!” Carrie gushes, squeezing your knee.

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought you did,” you mumble to Luke.

“And if he wanted something with me, he wouldn’t be ignoring me – so that’s definitely not it.”

“Maybe he was drunk?” Mason offers.

“Maybe,” you nod, knowing full well that Shawn was completely sober the entire time he was with you.

“Well, I’ve personally never seen Shawn show this much interest in anyone before,” Luke says leaning closer to the table, his eyes trained on you, “and if I’m allowed to share my professional opinion – ”

“You’re not.”

“ – then I’d say you shouldn’t forget about him so quickly. Maybe something happened to his phone. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation.”

Everyone is silent for a second, his words hanging in the room like an ember of hope that you weren’t about to fall for.

“Okay!” You straighten up, “Let’s go back to talking about – what was it?”

“Dostoyevsky.”

“Bless you.”

Mason snorts, “That’s not – ”

“But he was so into you!” Carrie throws her hands up, obviously not happy about the change in subject, “He invited you to a party, offered to help you study and took you for a romantic walk!”

“Technically we broke into the uni’s – ”

“He obviously likes you!” She pauses for a moment, “You need to go talk to him.”

“W –what? No.”

She narrows her eyes at you, making you sit up straighter, “No. I am not – what – what would I even say?”

“You’d be casual about it, something like – hey I thought we were supposed to study today?”

You open your mouth, but close it quickly – hating how much sense she was making. Plus, you really wanted to see him again.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Mason nods, “Be casual about it.”

“I don’t know how to be casual about it.” You groan, slumping back into the leather armchair.

“I can come with you, if you want. I need to ask Miles for my hat back anyway,” Luke offered.

“No, she should do this alone,” Carrie shakes her head, “C’mon baby. Woman up, and go get yourself a husband.”

You smile, shaking your head at her, before pursing your lips, and staying silent for a few seconds,

“Okay.” You stand abruptly before you can convince yourself otherwise, “I’m just going to go to his house and ask him why he canceled on me.”

“If it doesn’t work out stop at trader joe’s and get us ice cream!” Luke winks, throwing you a thumbs up to which you childishly stick your tongue out.

“Yes, call me straight after!” Carrie squeals, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Good luck!” Mason smiles to which you nod, your stomach suddenly in your throat as you tried to calm your breathing.

You arrive at the frat house twenty minutes later, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

You take a deep breath, wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans and walk up the steps before you can convince yourself to leave.

You knock on the door, once and then two more times for good measure. Your lips are raw from how much you had chewed on them, your eyes flickering up as the door swings open – Brian’s wide eyes staring down at you.

“Y/n.” He looks behind him, coming out and shutting the door, “What are you doing here?”

You swallow, trying to smile, “I – uh was wondering if Shawn was here?”

His face is somber, a stark contrast to the grin you are used to, “He is.”

You have never felt more awkward in your life, but it was too late to back out now, “Can I talk to him?”

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, sorry y/n.”

You blink, taking a step back as your wide eyes stare at his almost angry expression. What the hell could you have done to make him look at you like that?

“Oh. Well, can you tell him I was here?”

He is silent for a moment, before nodding curtly, “Yeah. I’ll tell him.”

He doesn’t sound genuine, his words sounding more like a dismissal than anything. You nod once, trying to keep your expression as passive as possible before turning around and slowly making your way down the steps.

You hear the sound of a door opening, a familiar voice filling your senses as you freeze on the last step, “Dude listen – ”

“Shawn, go back inside.”

Brian’s harsh tone causes you to turn around, your wide eyes meeting unmistakable golden ones. Goosebumps run over your form, your mouth falling open as you register the way he’s looking at you. It’s something you’ve never seen before.

“What are you doing here?”

Your mouth is dry, a sudden urge to curl up in a ball and die coming over you.

“I – ” you straighten up, trying to seem more composed than you felt, “I wanted to ask why you ignored my texts? I thought we were supposed to …”

“You should leave.”

“Huh?” Your mouth opens and closes, making you look like a blubbering fish.

“Leave.”

“Shawn – what? I –”

You stop yourself, a tightness forming in your chest, “Look, I don’t know what I did to make you act like this, but there’s no reason for you to be such a dick.”

You almost shy back at the deadly look in his eyes, his arms crossed as he takes a step closer to you.

“Aaaand that’s my cue to leave.” Brian’s inside the house before you have a chance to blink, leaving you alone with Shawn’s glaring.

“You’re kidding right?” He chuckles sarcastically after a minute; “You think I’m just going to study with you after the stunt you pulled?”

“What stunt?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, y/n!”

You flinch, taking a step back as your hands began to shake; you were never good with people yelling at you.

“Shawn,” your voice is weak, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been telling everyone we fucked y/n.”

Your heart drops in your stomach, like a heavyweight bringing you down, “No –”

“No?” He’s looking at you like you are a child, “The sad thing is – I actually liked you. But I guess that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I –” You feel like you can’t breathe.

“I hope it’s brought you the popularity you were craving, please never speak to me again.”

You nod numbly, watching through glossy eyes as he steps back, his eyes almost softening at the look on your face – before he swings the door open, slamming it behind him.

You blink, a single tear making it’s way down your face as you practically fall down the steps – your legs moving of their own accord.

You pull your phone out, trying to make out the screen through your tears, bringing it up to your ear.

You sniffle as you listen to the dial tone stop, “Carrie …”

You spent the entire weekend trying to figure out how the hell you were going to walk into class and face Shawn again.

At Carrie’s request, you had gotten drunk on Saturday. She had hoped that it would help you relax and ease your whirring mind – but it had the complete opposite effect. After six jello shots you were laying in your bed, shaking and relying on Carrie’s soothing voice to send you to sleep.

No one was more surprised than you that Shawn’s rejection had cut so deep, but it had you out for four days, which is more than you had given your last boyfriend.

Mason tried to make sense of it, but couldn’t figure out how a guy you had only known for a few days had you unable to get out of bed.

You were pretty positive that it wasn’t just about Shawn, but more about the way he had treated you. You hated how often you thought about the look on his face, so dark and serious. Deadly.

You had never been involved in a rumor, much less started one. It wasn’t that you were quiet or shy, people knew who you were – but you were never interesting enough to gossip about.

You slightly wished you had stayed back and explained yourself, told Shawn that you would never make up rumors, especially rumors like that. But then you would remind yourself that it wasn’t necessary. If Shawn had actually cared, he would have given you a chance to speak your truth, but he had obviously written you off immediately.

This led you to walk into your philosophy lecture on Tuesday, completely pissed. Luke said angry you was a step up from sad you, and to some extent, you agreed. It was easier to be mad at Shawn, than to admit that you were still hurt.

You got to class early, making sure to sit in your usual seat, knowing that Shawn wouldn’t sit next to you. Your notebook was open in your lap, with your ballpoint pen twirling in your hand, but your eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead as you saw him enter the room.

In your peripheral vision you could see that he paused for a moment, before sighing and walking to the opposite side of the lecture hall, seating himself in a top left row. One of the rows with the absolute worst visibility. Good.

As much as you wished you could say that the class went by without a hitch, that was far from the truth. Your professor seemed to be talking twice his usual heightened speed, wanting to make up for the lost class, and you were having an even harder time keeping up.

Without Shawn’s notes and guidance, you knew that you would be screwed for the exam coming up in two weeks. It didn’t help that every single time you looked at the empty seat next to you, you thought of the curly haired boys lips on yours, which would immediately morph into the look on his face when he glared at you from his front door.

Halfway into the lesson, your head is pounding and you realize that it’s completely meaningless for you to be seated there, pretending to be paying attention, when you could be in your bed instead.

Ten minutes later you finally get enough courage to get up and walk down the steps, smiling slightly at your professor, who consequentially completely ignores you, and walk out of the auditorium.

You swing your bag over your shoulder, releasing a breath as you speed walk down the vacant hall.

“Y/n!”

You recognize the voice immediately, and your headache increases tenfold. You don’t turn back, in fact, your steps quicken and you’re silently praying that he doesn’t follow you.

“Wait! Y/n!” You can hear his footsteps against the wooden flooring and you’re cursing yourself for not putting in earbuds when you had the chance. He calls your name once more and with a roll of your eyes and a huff you spin around, “What, Shawn?”

He falters for a moment, almost flinching back at the aggression in your tone, but he doesn’t stop walking until he’s three feet in front of you. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. You walked out of there pretty fast.”

You feel like you’re having an out of body experience. He can’t really be asking you this? You stay silent, if not for the complete lack of a response, for the dramatic effect of finally getting to be as petty as you originally should have been.

You stare at him with a blank expression for a few seconds to the point where it’s getting awkward, and Shawn has to look away and clear his throat, “Look I know you’re probably mad and –”

“Probably mad.” You repeat, almost tauntingly. “Okay. I don’t have time for this right now.”

You’re already turning around, this time not faltering as he calls your name for a third time, practically running out the doors. You hate the tightness in your chest, your fists clenching subconsciously at the look on his face, like he hadn’t completely embarrassed you not even a week ago.

You almost want to turn around and yell at him for acting civil and asking you if you were okay, like the two of you had fought over an assignment, not over him accusing you of starting a reputation-ruining rumor.

The weird thing, you realize, is that if the gossip was as bad and widespread as he made it out to seem, why hadn’t you heard anyone talking about it? Why hadn’t anyone approached you directly?

Your mind is reeling and it takes everything in you to not send him a very strongly worded text, instead, you opt to head to trader joe’s picking up to pick up some ice cream, for the sixth time this week.

“Take the fucking shot you dumb – ” You’re downing the vodka before Carrie can finish whatever the hell she was going to say, leading her to promptly switch to shouting in your face.

You’re almost regretting coming to the after party, but you couldn’t go home now. Not after the hockey team practically annihilated your rivals.

“Holy fuck.” You’re gagging at the bitter taste in your throat, and taking Carrie’s hand as she leads you further into the party, where people are seated, waiting for the game of kings.

“Y/n! C!” Marie cheers as the two of you take your seats, with Luke to your left and Marie to Carrie’s right.

“Perfect.” Mason nods, “Can we start now?”

“Wait!” Brian and Shawn push forward to seat themselves in the circle, Shawn’s eyes meeting yours as you unapologetically glower at him. His gaze shifts to the floor and you’re grinning, thankful that the alcohol is giving you a boost in confidence.

“Does anyone need a refresher on the game?” Marie shouts, gaining a rumble of different responses, making her huff loudly, “Okay. So the cards are shuffled. We go in a circle and take drinks based on the card we pick. Each card has a predetermined assignment, so we’ll explain those as they come along. If you refuse to drink, you’re out. If you barf, you’re out. Your drink has to be filled at all times. Blah blah blah … let’s go!”

“Who wants to go first?”

“I’ll go!” Luke straightens up and the circle quiets down as he reaches for the pile of cards, before turning over a six.

“Six means ladies drink!” A vaguely familiar boy shouts and suddenly you’re wondering if it’s the infamous Miles.

Cheers erupt as the girls pick up their drinks to take a sip. You lower your cup with a slight smile as expectant gaze turn to look at you as you crawl forward to the middle, pulling out a two.

“Two for you,” you recite, “I get to choose which two people will drink, or which person will take a double.”

Snickers fill the room, two’s were one of the specific target cards, easy for trying to get certain people drunk. You straighten up, your eyes trained forward on a pair of confused brown ones. “I think I’ll go for our newbies. Brian and Shawn.”

Brian rolls his eyes and downs the shot without a moment’s notice, but you can see the hesitation on Shawn’s face. You resist the urge to laugh, instead choosing to keep your calm, your gaze on him unwavering. “Problem Mendes?”

You can see him swallow, and for a moment you feel guilty knowing that he doesn’t drink, but it’s his fault for joining the game. He knew what he was getting into.

“No problem.” He clears his throat and throws the solo cup back, swallowing the contents inside, drinking way more than needed.

You blink back in shock as the circle erupts in screams, everyone congratulating him for downing that much at once. Shawn grabs the bottle of vodka in the middle of the circle and adds it to his cups, mixing with some of the pink lemonade also provided.

He catches your gaze across the circle, raising his cup as a sign of cheers, and winks at you.

The game continues without a hitch, the next seven people going by in a blur of drinks. You had to drink two more times, but you weren’t opposed, hoping that intoxication could be an excuse for your raging cheeks.

After Brian’s 3 and his lone drink, it is finally Shawn’s turn. You're anxiously biting your lip as he drags the card of out the center, almost in slow motion.

He brings the card up to the light and based on Brian’s reaction, it’s a shitty one. Your heart is beating out of your chest and his eyes flicker back up to yours, spinning the card to reveal the only eight in the entire game.

Your heart is in the pit of your stomach and you know what he’s going to say before he even manages to open his mouth. “Eight for a mate. The player gets to choose a mate to drink with them for the entire rest of the game.”

People are losing their minds, even the bystanders passing by are curious to see who the smirking boy will choose. But he hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a second, and you’re almost tempted to leave the game, but it’s far too late now. “Y/n. I choose y/n.”

Carrie’s hand squeezing your knee brings you out of your trance and you smile, raising your cup into the air, everyone cheering at your acceptance. But only Shawn recognizes that act for what it truly was, a challenge.

Another few rounds and your words are considerably more slurred, and you’re finding things way funnier than they actually are. But it’s a consolation that everyone else seems to be as drunk, if not more than you are.

The game starts getting a little repetitive with the same few cards getting pulled, with having to drink almost every round. People seemed to think it was funny that you and Shawn were linked, purposely choosing the two of you for most of the targeted assignments.

Finally, Mason pulls out a queen, and the entire room gets silent once more.

“The queen.” Mason smirks, twirling the card through his fingers. “The questions card. We’re going ask each other questions one by one, until someone is unable to answer. You can’t ask someone that’s already been asked, until we get through everyone.”

There’s a flutter of agreement, people straightening up as Mason clears his throat, “Carrie. Have you ever had an STD?”

She snorts, “UTI,” before turning to Marie, “Last person who went down on you?”

“Uh Sarah I think?” There are hollers, but she ignores them as she points at you and your heart picks up a bit. “When’s the last time you had sex?”

You bite your lip, unapologetically looking at Shawn again and answering without hesitation, “Seven months ago.”

There are a few murmurs around the circle before Alisha, the girl who you vaguely remember from the last party with Carrie, snorts. “Seven m - months? What about Shawn?”

“I never slept with Shawn.” You have to resist glaring at the obviously drunk girl.

She’s tilting her head in confusion, “Are you sure? I could have sworn …”

“You could have sworn?” Brian asks, speaking to the circle for the first time since he joined, “I thought you said y/n told you it happened?”

Alisha shrugs, her eyes barely open, “N – no I said I assumed. Because Carrie s –said stay safe.”

You can feel your right eye twitch.

No one makes a move, as even the people who were unaware of the situation begin to process her words.

“You fucking idiot!” Carrie slams her hand on the wooden floor, making a few people flinch back, and you’re knocked out of your thoughts – pulling her arm back. It was no secret that Carrie was easily agitated when drunk, and she was currently fuming.

“C.” You’re whispering into her neck, “Let’s go.”

“No!” She’s shouting, the entire room silent as they anticipate her next movements, but your terrified eyes meet Mason’s across the circle, and he’s on his feet immediately, helping you drag you vicious best friend from the space.

Carrie’s shouting curse words you’re not even sure exist, only pausing once you’re in the backyard – far from everyone’s earshot.

“The cuntbag ruined everything.” She’s tiny, but at that moment you’re positive she could take down even the fucking hulk.

“No.” you’re wrapping your arms around yourself as the frosty air pinches your exposed skin. “Shawn ruined everything.”

“But – ”

“If he cared, he would have asked me. Not ghosted and then embarrassed me.”

Mason places a hand on your shoulder, “I know I’m biased, but guys fucking suck.”

“Not news.” Carrie’s still angry.

“But at least people know the truth now?” Mason’s still trying to make you feel better.

“Yeah. Although it seems that this was everyone’s first time finding out.” You shrug, “I can’t help but think that the only person Alisha told was Brian.”

“Guys!”

The three of you spin around at the sound of Luke’s panicked voice. “You’re missing a mess back there. Brian is yelling at Alisha –”

“Good.”

He ignores Carrie, “- and Miles is puking. I think I got some on video if you want to see, it’s literally like projectile and –”

“Luke!” You shudder, raising your hands, “Okay. We get it.”

“No! I wanna see!” Mason’s pushing past you to take Luke’s phone.

The second the gagging sounds started you were shaking your head and head back inside, leaving your three giggling friends alone.

The party is significantly more crowded than when you first came, and you’re pushing through a mass of bodies just to get to the kitchen.

You’re looking for a familiar face, but it seems like another primarily upperclassmen party and you suddenly have the urge to go home. Not wanting to ruin Carrie’s fun, you opt to instead find Mason’s room and hang out there until she was ready to go.

You have to squeeze through way too many people on the stairs, until you can finally breathe, heading down the hall of the frat house, and finding Mason’s room.

You’re pushing the door open before you can think and you’re greeted with two moaning bodies on the bed. Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach and your scrambling out of the room, slamming the door behind you and shutting your eyes as you try to erase the image from your mind.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes snap open, not expecting to see Shawn’s concerned eyes so close to you, making you flinch back – slamming your head into the door behind you.

“Fuck!” You bring your hand up to cradle the back of your head, and Shawn gets even closer to your shaking form.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” You don’t have the strength to push his hand away from your arm, your ears still ringing from the impact of the hit.

“Just peachy.” You hiss through gritted teeth.

“Let’s get you some ice.” Shawn’s leading you down the stairs before you can argue, arm wrapped around your waist as he clears the path for you both.

He leads you to the counter before rushing over to the freezer, pulling out an already wrapped ice pack, and you’re silently thanking that you’re in the football frat, filled with easily injured boys.

“Here.” His voice is soothing as he brings the ice to your head, holding it gently against you and you’re stepping away from him as your hand wraps around the cold. “I can handle it.”

He’s nodding, but either not taking the hint or ignoring it, as his hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you further into a secluded corner of the kitchen.

You subtly remove your hand from his grasp, pretending to switch the ice pack between hands, quiet as you wait for him to say whatever was weighing his mind.

“Can we talk?” Shawn’s more nervous that you’ve ever seen him and you’re almost tempted to make this harder for him, but you’re too tired to argue.

“What do you want to talk about, Shawn?”

He’s chewing on his bottom lip, “About what Alisha said during kings.”

“What a surprise, eh?”

He looks at you with an exasperated look, “I didn’t know.”

“Exactly.” You’re nodding, your voice coming out angrier than you mean for it to, “You didn’t know. And you didn’t even bother to find out. You just accused me without a second glance.”

Shawn’s silent, his doe eyes blinking a few times before he tilts his head, stepping closer to you. “I – I know this isn’t an excuse, but I’ve been screwed over so many times, and I vowed to not get involved with anyone this year – but I met you and you were so. Vibrant and funny and gorgeous and I couldn’t resist liking you.”

You can physically feel your shell breaking as he pouts slightly, “And then Brian came in the next morning, shouting about you bragging that you ‘bagged me’ and I couldn’t.”

He swallows, rocking on his feet a little, “I couldn’t let myself get hurt again.”

You’re silent for a few seconds, practically hearing the gears turning in his head as he anxiously awaits your answer. “I would never do that to you. I would never do that to me.”

“I know that now.” He nods.

“The worst part, was that you didn’t even let me explain. You yelled and accused and practically kicked me off your porch. It was embarrassing, Shawn.”

“I know, and if I could take it back, I would. But I was so mad, and you were standing there looking so innocent and so you, and I couldn’t believe you had betrayed me like that. But- but it makes more sense that you didn’t.”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes with a small laugh, “It does.”

He’s waiting for you to make the next move, hesitant on how you’re going to react, and you’re reveling at the power you currently hold over him.

“Why would – ” You bite your lip, “Why would us sleeping be the worst rumor the hit the mill?”

You can practically hear him swallow, “I thought you were doing it for popularity and bragging that –” He’s grimacing and you’re cutting him off. “Well if I did ever get with you, I would be bragging about it, I mean …”

His laughter erupts so violently that he seemingly scares himself, throwing his head back as his eyes crinkle adorably and your heart clenches at the realization that you missed this. Missed him.

He calms down after a few moments, “I think I would be the one bragging.”

“Oh don’t flatter me, Mendes,” you roll your eyes, hitting his bicep playfully.

“I can’t help it.” He shrugs. “I intend to grovel until you’ve forgiven me.”

“I like the sound of that.” You hum. “How far are you willing to go?”

Shawn pretends to think for a moment, “You need money? To beat someone up? A kidney?”

You’re both laughing and it feels like you’ve never separated, like you’re still sitting on the stadium roof with him.

You shake your head, smiling as your eyes meet his twinkling ones, “How about we start with philosophy tutoring, and then go from there?”

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oscararcane · 4 years

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The detective’s got a band (part 1)

Oh man. So I wanted to write a small thing about another one of my detectives but it turned into over 5000 words of Adam being angsty, I guess. I’ll post it in 2 parts plus a bonus scene, since it’s so long. Hope you’ll enjoy it! It takes place during book 2, but there’s next to no mention of it.

“I have to get out of town tomorrow night.” Leslie’s soft voice suddenly breaks the comfortable silence that had fallen over Adam, Nate and him in the library, the trio deeply focused on their research. Adam stiffens in his chair and his gaze snaps up from his book to land sharply on the detective. “You have to what?” Disapproval makes his words harsh. Leslie glances at him sheepishly. “I have a concert, he says like it explains everything.” “A concert?” The word draws Nate’s attention who looks at him with curiosity. Leslie rubs the back of his neck, looking a little embarassed. “Ah, that’s right, I never told you. I’m in a band.” Adam stares at him. “You? In a band?” He has a hard time not letting disbelief seep into his words. It does not seem to bother Leslie however who just nods. “A jazz band.”

Well that made a whole lot more sense. Nate leans forwards, sitting on the edge of his chair. He closes his book, his focus now entirely on Leslie. A delighted smile stretches the lips of Adam’s friend. “So you do play the bass.” Adam remembers Nate pointing out to him the massive instrument sitting in Leslie’s apartment, wondering if it was decorative, a heirloom or if Leslie actually played it. Adam guesses Nate never got around to ask him. Leslie shrugs but smiles back. “Yeah. I sing a bit too.” “It must be hard to balance it out with your work, Nate points out.” “It is, but it’s fine, everyone in the group has a day job. We do it for fun really.” “Then it won’t be too hard to cancel.” Adam should have interrupted them earlier, but curiosity made him hold his tongue, even if he would never admit it. Leslie gapes at him. A frown slowly wrinkles his usually smooth forehead. “I can’t do that.” “He can’t do that, Nate confirms, also frowning at Adam.” The team leader crosses his arms on his chest defensively. “It’s not safe, we can’t have him run off on a road trip in the middle of a crisis.” He looks at Nate, avoiding Leslie’s stare as long as possible. “Please, Adam, I can’t do that to the band. The-the tickets are sold. It’s been a long time in the making and we don’t get to perform live often…” Hearing Leslie’s pleading voice, Adam is forced to look at him in the light brown of his eyes. Guilt twists his gut and he has to bite the inside of his lip to prevent his face to betray the emotion. “Alright, he snaps, interrupting him. But we’ll drive you there and you’re not getting out of our sight.” Leslie’s eyebrows shoot up. Once the shock wears off, he smiles soflty. “Thank you, Adam.” “It’s an excellent idea, Nate says standing up, obviously excited. We should take Felix with...” “Felix doesn’t need to know, Adam interrupts.” A flash of movement attracts all their attention to the door where Felix appears, leaning on the frame. “What do I not need to know?” He asks with a bright grin. Adam groans, bringing his hand to his forehead.

“Nervous, Leslie?” The quiet did not last long, to nobody’s surprise since Felix is sharing the backseat of the Agency SUV with Leslie. The detective had made a feeble attempt at suggesting his car instead, not wanting to attract too much attention, but Adam’s concern for Nate’s comfort was enough to cut it short. Leslie gulps. “Yeah.” A slow grin stretches Felix’s lips. “More than usual?” “Yes, Leslie freely admits. Knowing the three of you will be listening is a little nerve-wracking.” His chuckle sounds a little strangled. “And why is that? Felix insists.” “I’m not used to have people I know in the audience.” Leslie shrugs, the movement is stiff. Felix blinks at him, his grin disappearing. “Really? No friends, no family?” “It’s not really Tina’s scene. Verda came with his husband a couple of times, when they could find someone to look after the girls. And Mum… You know how busy she is.” A heavy silence falls inside the car. Felix does not let it linger, of course. “Well, you’ll get used to it then, I wanna go to all your concerts!” Leslie stiffles a laugh. “You do realize it involves a lot of sitting down, right?” Felix folds his leg, hugging it close to his chest. “I don’t know, I’ve never been to a concert. But I can sit down.” “For several hours?” Felix narrows his eyes at Leslie, pondering if maybe he is bluffing. But his expression is as open and as honest as ever. “Absolutely.” “Alright.” Leslie chuckles. Nate and Adam exchange a skeptical look. There is a short pause and Felix starts talking. Again. “Too bad Mason didn’t want to go.” He pushes out a disappointed sigh. Of course Leslie asked him. Everyone knew Mason would not want to come, but the detective did not want him to feel excluded. Always a thoughtful man, even if Mason could not care less. He did give Leslie an appraising look when he learned he was in a band though, seeing him in a different light. “We’re here, Adam announces while parking the SUV.” Leslie lets out a shuddering breath. The concert hall is a small unassuming building in a rather quiet neighborhood at the edge of the big city. It had not been too hard to convince the team leader to park at the back of the venue, although his reasons for accepting are quite different from the ones that pushed Leslie to ask. Adam is more concerned with safety matters than the detective’s modesty. Glancing towards the rearview mirror, Adam sees Leslie looking nervously around through the SUV’s windows, making sure no one is around before opening the car’s passenger door. The shadow of an amused smile plays at the corners of the team leader’s lips. He joins the detective at the back of the vehicle, opening the trunk and grabbing the bass’ case before Leslie has the chance to make a move towards it. “I can carry it, he protests.” Adam throws a narrowed gaze at his thin frame. “But I don’t mind you doing it, Leslie backpedals quickly.” Instead he grabs his pressed suit with a sigh. He walks with long strides to catch up with Adam who is already heading towards the back entrance. “You do realize I’ve managed most of my life without vampiric super-strength, right?” Adam glances at him. “A fact I still can’t wrap my head around.” Leslie blinks up at him. But when he sees the team leader’s faint lopsided smile, he chuckles and answers with a warm smile of his own.

“These are you friends?” Poppy stares at Adam, Nate and Felix with eyes wide open. Leslie always forgets how abnormally attractive Unit Bravo is. He sometimes wonders if it is a vampire thing. “Yes! Felix, Nate, Adam, meet Poppy, saxophone…” He points at the woman with the platinum pony tail. “... Damon, drums…” The ebony-skinned man with short coiled hair nods politely. “... Valery, piano and vocals…” The woman with her brown hair neatly tucked in a french twist offers them a friendly smile. “... And Cory, guitar.” They rub a hand over their short brown hair as Leslie points to the last member of the band. The three vampires’ eyes snap suddenly toward them, which makes Leslie frown a little. But the strange tension dissipate too fast for anyone else to notice. “It’s nice to meet all of you, Nate says with his most charming smile.” “Likewise, Poppy answers, drawing out the word in an attempt to sound suave.” “You should get ready, Adam says abruptly, shoving the bass’ case towards Leslie.” Nate and Felix take it as a signal for them to leave. “We’ll keep your seat, Nate tells Adam as he turns away.” “See you later! Felix shouts at Leslie, sauntering in the corridor and waving excitedly.” Damon, Valery and Cory are making their way towards the dressing rooms, but Poppy keeps staring at Adam who leans his back against the wall, folding his arms against his chest. “You gonna stay here, she blurts out. Next to Leslie’s door. While he changes.” Adam bristles. “Yes.” The saxophonist lifts a suggestive eyebrow at Leslie whose ears start to burn. “Alright, then.” “Detective Langford and us are currently working on a dangerous case, Adam is quick to clarify. It’s for safety.” Poppy grins, looking between Adam and Leslie. “Nice.” Unit Bravo’s leader’s whole body becomes stiff and Leslie tenses in reaction. Adam pushes himself from the wall, unfolding his arms, fists tigthly closed at his sides. “Leslie being in potential danger is not something I’d call ‘nice’.” Poppy weathers the icy green glare with impressive composure. “Very nice.” Adam takes a step forward. Leslie immediatly intervenes and grabs Poppy’s shoulders to direct her towards her dressing room. “You should go get ready Poppy, we’ll be late.” The young woman let him push her all the way to her door, giggling to herself. She stops before entering the room however, turning to face Leslie. “Your boyfriend looks a bit on edge. You should give him a massage.” “He’s not my…” “Later, Leslie!” Poppy enters the dressing room, not letting him finish. Leslie can feel his whole face turning beet red, painfully aware Adam probably heard the whole thing. Those damned hypersenses. He takes a steadying breath before turning around to join his own dressing room, avoiding Adam’s gaze as he passes him by.

Leslie has to start over his bow tie a third time before Damon finally takes pity on him and helps him out. “You’re awfully nervous tonight.” Leslie lets out a strained laugh. “So I keep hearing.” “You gotta impress those very handsome friends of yours, huh?” Leslie cringes. “I’ll be content not embarassing myself in front of them.” Damon gives a low chuckle and gently taps Leslie’s cheek. “Don’t worry, you gonna rock their ass off their seat.” “Damon…” The reproach is lightened by Leslie’s own chuckle. Damon works on his bow tie in silence for a moment. “It’s muscle guy, huh?” “Shhhh! He can hear us.” Leslie brings a finger to his mouth, glancing nervously towards the door. Damon raises an eyebrow. “I doubt that.” “You’d be surprised, Leslie mutters.” The drummer lowers his voice despite his reservations. “You’re crushing hard on muscle guy, aren’t you?” “Adam, Leslie corrects him in a whisper, his cheeks warming.” “Adam.” Damon nods after finishing up Leslie’s bow tie. He adjusts it a bit. “I’m sure he’s nice… He is, right?” Leslie gives him a lopsided smile. ”It is known to happen.” Damon gives him a long look. Leslie sighs. “Don’t worry, he’s not… he’s not Bobby.” It makes his friend snorts. “He sure isn’t.” There is another pause. “Wanna throw a… huh… impromptu love song in there? Serenade him a little.” Damon winks. Leslie’s face is now burning up. “What? No! That’s just… No!”

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aaronhart93-archive · 4 years

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maybe baby || aaron & eden

Discord thread featuring: Aaron & @wtf-eden

When: November 11, 2020

Where: aaron’s pent

mentions: @masondawson @alison-haynes (briefly @romanbeckett )

Description: eden tells aaron that she thinks she is pregnant and talks to aaron about how she is feeling about it, she spends the night in the guest room because she does not want to go back to mason’s

Trigger Warnings: abortion mentions, pregnancy

Eden.

Eden was thankful that Aaron texted back that he was home. She knew she should have gone home, talked to Mason, but really he was the last person she wanted to talk to right now. The pregnancy test that she had taken had read positive and Eden felt a strong sense of deja vu from when she was twenty three and found out she was pregnant. That was a pregnancy that she chose not to go through with, and very few people knew about that -- one included Aaron, another was Mason. Other than that, that was a secret that broke her family, not that it was ever whole to start with. As Eden got up to the penthouse, she pushed the door to the familiar home open. She was trying to hold it together, though all she really wanted was to scream, punch a wall, and cry. She really wanted to cry. Eden walked up down to the living room, "Hey, sorry to just drop in." It wasn't that she had, she texted she was coming, but it was a bit on the late side.

Aaron

Aaron had been agitated all weekend. He was worried about Roman, and annoyed that he wasn’t really even answering his texts. Des was really the only person keeping from from going mad or doing something stupid. Edens text was kind of alarming to say the least, so he was quick to tell her to come over. It was late, and Des was already in bed before he opened the door. He peered down at her and furrowed his brow. She looked...distressed. “It’s okay. You’re welcome here whenever.” He stepped aside to let her in. “It’s nice to have adult company anyway.” He tried to muster a tiny chuckle. “Is everything okay?” He asked, pushing his glasses up his nose as he faced her.

Eden.

Eden wasn’t really sure why she thought going to Aaron’s would make things better. Nothing was going to be better, that was for sure. But either way, seeing her friend gave her a small bit of happiness inside. “Thanks,” the brunette said, setting her purse down on the shelf nearby. As much as Eden wanted to hold it together, and usually she could, the second he asked if she was okay, she felt tears build in her eyes. She shook her head quickly, “No, I’m not okay.” She admitted.

Aaron

Aaron could immediately sense the tension in the room when she squeaked out a tiny thanks. “Okay okay.” He tried to calm her down. What could possibly be making her so upset. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lead her over to the living room and sat her down in the couch. It was scary seeing Eden like this. So many scenarios were swirling around in his head. But mason was the first thing that came to mind. Sitting down next to her, he putt his hand on her shoulder and spoke “Did mason do something?” He asked, honestly terrified of the answer.

Eden.

Eden was damn good at hiding her emotions, and if she was upset usually she showed it through anger, not so much crying. But she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to be angry over this. Eden took the seat on the couch beside her friend — her best friend. Earlier this year, Aaron would have been the last person Eden wanted to speak to about this- but now she needed the kind of friendship he offered. “Y-Yeah.” She said to his question. But had Mason really done anything? They both consented to the sex that led to this, it wasn’t really his fault. Even if Eden wanted to blame him. “He — I— he— fuck.” Eden said, rubbing her face for just a moment. “I think I’m pregnant, Aaron.”

Aaron

Okay. When Eden told Aaron that mason did do something. His literal first thought was how much he actually wanted to beat the shit out of him. Go to his apartment and just sock him right in the face. He knew, of course, Mason would end up winning that fight just based on the fact that he was so much more athletic and fit than Aaron, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Aaron’s eyes were wide as he waited for Eden to tell Aaron what her boyfriend had done. The words that came out of her mouth were surprising, but his shoulder softened just a little bit. He was expecting far worse. Still, he knew what Eden was thinking. He knew she was thinking back to her abortion, how she wasn’t sure if she’d make a good mom, and probably ten thousand other things that Aaron thought when he found out he was having Des. “Oh shit.” He sighed, starting to rub her shoulder lightly. “Did you take a test?” Dumbass. Of course she took a test. “I mean, how many did you take?” He corrected himself.

Eden.

Eden knew that Mason didn't actually do anything wrong. But, she wanted to give the blame to someone, and not to herself. They were both equally guilty in this, hell it took two to tango afterall. Eden didn't feel like she could be a mom, she wasn't even sure she wanted to be a mother, but now she had to make this decision again for the second time in her life. A small part of her regretted the abortion the first time, but the other part of her knew she hadn't been ready to have a child when she was in her young twenties, hell she wasn't even sure she was ready to have a child now at 26. "I took one," Eden said, with a nod. She knew typically woman should take at least two to confirm they were pregnant, but Eden didn't want to go buy another test. She really just needed to talk to someone. "Only one, but it makes sense. I missed my period, and I was nauseous a lot, I thought I had the flu." Eden reminded him.

Aaron

Aaron slumped back on the couch, hand still resting on her shoulder. He was just digesting everything f that Eden had just told him. It was a lot. For sure. And he wasn’t sure how Eden was taking all of it. He had so many questions for her. What was she gonna do? The baby was mason’s, right? Or did she sleep with someone before they got back together. That was awful of Aaron to think but, of course, it crossed his mind. “Oh.” Aaron mumbled, looking straight ahead toward his humongous tv. After a quick beat, he took a deep breath and turned to her. There were a ton of questions Aaron could have asked, but he knew he needed to check in on her first. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.

Eden.

Eden wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She didn't think she could be a mother, nor did she even know if she ever wanted to have a child. Yet now a child was growing inside of her and she had to make a choice on whether or not to carry that child to term. She knew Mason wanted kids, and he'd probably hate her if she had another abortion. But, Eden didn't feel prepared to take on this challenge, not one bit. She shook her head slowly, "No," she squeaked. "I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, Aaron." Eden brought her hands to her face, hiding her face in shame. "Is it terrible of me to even think of termination without telling Mason?" She asked. She knew it was, he had the right to know about it. But, she couldn't not think it.

Aaron.

Once again, Aaron kind of just sat back and took an exacerbated deep breath. He scratched his head a little, again, racking his brain for the right thing to say. "It wouldn't be terrible, no." He told her. It was her body and she could do whatever she wanted to do. She was still distraught, that was clear. So Aaron wrapped a comforting arm around her and brought her in for a little side hug, rubbing her arm in an attempt to comfort her. She was probably absolutely terrified. Then, it hit him. She had told Aaron before she had told Mason about this. Why did that give him a selfish sense of satisfaction? "How far along do you think you are? Should I run out and grab a couple more for you? You didn't get the one from the dollar store did you?" He asked, actually trying to make a little bit of a joke.

Eden.

Eden felt like it would be terrible, Mason wanted kids. She knew that, even if he said he would be fine with never having them if it meant he got to be with her. "But he wants kids. God, what the fuck am I doing? Maybe I should just break up with him, so he can be with someone who can give him what he wants." Eden mentioned. Eden cared about Mason, she did. But when it came to having a family, she was sure the two of them were on completely different wavelengths about it. There also had always been a part of her who regretted terminating her first pregnancy, and maybe the guilt would be bigger this time around, as at least she knew who the father was of this child. Eden shook her head, "I can't be too far. Not even a couple months? Maybe five, six weeks along?" She asked, and a small weak smile appeared at his joke. "No, I got one at CVS." She told him.

Aaron

Aaron sighed. "No one expects you to know what you want right away. You just....have to think about what you want first. Take him out of the equation completely and think about what you want and what you can handle." Lord knows Aaron could barely handle Des at first and he had the support of his mom and his aunt...and millions of dollars at the time. "I can get you another one if you want. Just to make sure. Des is here though so you'd just have to watch her while I'm gone. She's sleeping though so she shouldn't be any trouble. Whatever you want. But...have you talked to Mason about this yet?" He raise a curious brow. "When did you find out?"

Eden.

Aaron was right. Eden had to figure out what she wanted before doing anything else. But, there was so much to think about. Eden wasn’t sure she ever wanted to have kids, and now she had a small amount of time to decide if she wanted this child. “I want to go back to school. I want to have a career. I don’t even know if I ever want kids. I don’t know how to be a parent.” She was sure most people thought that when they were about to have their first child, but she didn’t have the best parents for any sort of guidance or support. “Yeah, maybe I should take a second one.” She agreed. Eden took a deep breath, glancing over at him. “No. I haven’t talked to him yet. I— when I texted you I had just taken the test. I don’t know how to talk to Mason about this.”

Aaron

Aaron frowned, and his heart literally hurt for her. Aaron knew how important going back to school and having a career was to Eden. She was so independent, smart and ambitious. So of course she was going to kick ass in medical school. Aaron pressed his lips together and took a deep breath, nodding when she told him she wanted to take another. He was felt some sort of ugly pride that Eden has told her ex boyfriend before her actually boyfriend. “Okay...” he stood up and put the kettle on to make her some tea. He grabbed several teas from her to pic from and got her out some milk and sugar. “Help yourself. Listen for Des. I’ll be right right.” Before she even had the chance to respond, Aaron was already out the door, walking to the nearest pharmacy, and buy four more pregnancy tests. The man behind counter gave him a sympathetic look. If only he knew. He rushed back in no time and gave her one of the tests. “Okay, pee.”

Eden.

Eden wasn’t sure how to take this information. Maybe it was a false negative, and Eden was overreacting for nothing. Eden hoped that was the case. When Aaron returned, she could pee on another stick and it would be negative. Aaron wasn’t gone for all that long, and Eden sat in his kitchen sipping at the tea. “Thank you,” Eden took the test from him, going down to the bathroom and peeing on yet another stick. Eden pulled the door open while waiting the results, “What were your initial thoughts when you found out Alison was pregnant with Destiny?” She asked. Eden picked the stick up, seeing yet another two pink lines. “Shit”. She mumbled.

Aaron

Aaron made himself some tea of his own while Eden went to go take the test. He was nervous for his friend, but — if she chose to raise the baby — he would be so excited for her. Aaron didn’t ever think he’d understand “the joys of parenthood” until he was actually enjoying them. He leaned with his back against the wall while she peed on the stick and turned to face her when she opened the door. “I was terrified.” He told her honestly. “Then I told her I’d pay for the abortion. Thank god refused or else I wouldn’t have Des today.” He hated even thinking about that but it was true. He peered over at the test and took a sip of his tea. “Are you gonna tell Mason?” He asked quietly. he could feel the tension she was giving off.

Eden.

Eden was a bit relieved upon hearing that Aaron's first thought had also been for Alison to have an abortion. Eden felt like she was the only person in the world, who just didn't want a child. "What was it like?" Eden asked, stepping out of the bathroom to join him in the hallway. "When she told you she wouldn't have the abortion? And then when Destiny was born? Were you still terrified when she was born?" Eden knew this was a decision she didn't have much time to make, and she had to figure it out as soon as possible. Aaron was one of the only people she knew who already had a kid, and a great kid at that. She took a deep breath, "If I tell him, he's going to want to keep the baby. He wants children, and I don't know what I want. But --," Eden bit her lip, "There is still days that I regret terminating my first pregnancy." She admitted. She was sure most of that regret was from her parents disowning her and not so much the abortion though. "Will I feel like the worst person ever if I terminate yet another child?"

Aaron

It made sense that that Eden had so many questions for him. Aaron knew that the best he could do for her right now was to be honest. He leaned his back against the wall to face her abs crossed his arms over his chest. “I mean... it was what it was. I couldn’t force her to have one and I wasn’t going to be an absent parent. I thought about dipping several times while she was pregnant. And... I swear... I know this sound cliche, but I fell in love with her the first time I held her. And I couldn’t even believe I’d thought of termination and running away. She made my life so much better. But it was hard, Eden. Even with nannies, my mom and my aunt around 24/7 to help me.” He told her. He shrugged. “Maybe this is like your second chance. But...no you wouldn’t be terrible if you had another abortion. You could have 100 abortions and you wouldn’t be terrible.” He gave her a tiny smile.

Eden.

Eden was glad to have a friend like Aaron, someone who wasn't afraid to be open and honest with her in a time like this because she needed to hear all of this. "Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if Alison did have an abortion?" She asked. She knew it was a brutal question, but it was something she asked herself all the time. What would her life be like now if she hadn't had an abortion all those years ago. Upon hearing how hard it was, Eden nodded slowly. "Which is what scares me so much. I'm about to go back to school -- and Mason is in the military. He can be deployed at anytime. I don't have a mom or an aunt who can be around 24/7, and I couldn't afford even like -- half a nanny. I feel like if I go through with this pregnancy, that I'll struggle." She admitted to him. Eden took a deep breath, looking to her friend. "Thanks, Aaron. I just -- I never thought I wanted to be a parent. The first time I got pregnant, it was an easy decision to terminate. This time -- I don't know. Part of me is saying to not do it. And Mason -- he'd be a great parent, I'm sure of it. But we're not ready to be parents. I don't think."

Aaron

Aaron nodded slowly. Because yes. He thought all the time about where he’d be, the person he’d be if he didn’t have destiny around to keep him in check. “Yeah. I do. And honestly...my life would be worse. I know it would.” He told her. He hated thinking about it, but he often found himself doing so. Especially during the most precious moments with Destiny. Aaron listened to Eden carefully. “Okay. First of all. You’d be an amazing parent too, Eden.” He told her. “Second of all.” He took a deep breath, almost hesitant to say what he was going to say next. “It kind of sounds like you have your mind made up.” He pressed his lips together after he spoke.

Eden.

Eden nodded at his answer. She had seen it first hand, how Aaron lit up when his daughter was around. No one in their right mind could ever say that Aaron didn't love his kid. And even before she met Destiny, she heard about his daughter all the time. Eden couldn't imagine who Aaron would be without his daughter. Eden looked at him, sadness in her eyes, "I don't know that I would, Aaron. I didn't have the best examples when it comes to my own parents. I don't think I'm very good with kids," Eden hadn't spent a whole ton of time around kids in the past few years. Lately, she had been spending time with Destiny, but she didn't realize that she was really great with her. Eden bit down on her lip, "It does?" She asked, because really Eden had no idea what she wanted. Did she want to be a parent? Part of her did. Did she want to terminate? Another part wanted that too. "Well, can you tell me what my mind has made up then?" She asked.

Aaron

Aaron gave her a friendly pushed on the shoulder and gave her a smirk. “Hey. Are you telling me I’m not a good example of a good parent?” He joked, trying to get a laugh out of her. She was right though. But, Aaron did also have the best influence growing up either. He sighed before answering her question and lead her back to the living room, grabbing them each another cup of tea on the way there. He sat them down and took a deep breath before speaking again. “What I’m hearing is that you’re not ready for kid.” He sighed. “But I wasn’t either. And honestly...you know that I love my dad, but you also know that he wasn’t the greatest dad. I’m not trying to toot my own horn, but I think I’m doing a pretty good job despite the fact that I didn’t have the best influence either. And you have plenty of good parents here in Kingsboro that will help you that I didn’t have.” He said. “There’s even a secret parents club you can join.” He chuckled, nudging her.

Eden.

A soft smile appeared on Eden's lips, "That is not what I meant and you know that." Eden said. "I think you are an excellent parent." She promised. Eden followed him down to the other room and gratefully accepted the cup of tea he handed her. "You are doing a really good job." Anytime Eden saw Aaron with his daughter she thought that. Was anyone really ever ready for a kid? She wasn't too sure. "A secret parents club?" She asked, a small laugh escaping her lips. The brunette felt hopeful, even just a little bit. "I don't feel ready to have a child. But deep down inside there is something telling me to not give this child up this time." Eden admitted quietly. "I just don't want to fuck up with them, like my parents did with me."

Aaron

“Thank you.” That meant so much to him. Aaron shook his head. “You’re not going to fuck up. And you’re amazing even though your parents fucked up big time. We don’t always turn into our parents. I turned out slightly better than my dad and a lot worse than my mom.” He shrugged, chuckling along with her lightly. He was only half kidding. Aaron honestly believed that Eden would make a great parent. There was no doubt about that. She knew how much Eden would love being a mother, but also knew how great of a doctor Eden would make. She had a lot of thinking to do and Aaron knew that her decision wasn’t going to happy tonight though. “You don’t have to decide now. Soon. But you have a few more weeks to think about it.” He reminded her. Then a Pulled her into her shoulder for another hug.

Eden.

There was still so many thoughts swirling around in Eden's head. There were reasons why Eden would want to terminate the pregnancy, but the pro list for reasons on why Eden should keep the baby was long too. She knew the next few days or weeks were going to be filled with a whole lot of thinking. "It's hard to think I won't. I have very few people to look at that are good examples of being a parent, you're one of them. But, I wouldn't want to do wrong by my child, and I feel as though I'm not a great role model for a child to look up too." Eden admitted. Though she did know, Aaron himself probably thought similar things. Hell, he had just recently gone to rehab for a drinking problem but still was an incredible parent. Eden leaned into the hug, holding Aaron tightly, "Thank you." She said, pulling away slightly. "Do you think -- would it be okay if I crashed here tonight? I just, I don't want to go home and talk to Mason yet."

Aaron

Aaron actually laughed. “Eden. I made an ass of myself on MTV for a year, worked in the porn industry, and have dozens of terrible articles out about me. You think you’re a bad influence. We all do dumb shit, then our kid changes us.” He nodded. “Of course you can stay here tonight. I’ll get the guest room ready.” As he stood up, he heard Des start to cry. He waved Eden to follow him to her room. “She been having nightmares lately.” He informed her before opening the child’s door. “Hi baby. Edens here too. Did you have another nightmare.” He waved Eden to follow him in before he knelt down at Des’ bedside. She describe some of her dream to them before Aaron (badly) sang her back to sleep.

Eden.

Well, that was true. Eden hadn't watched all of Rich Kids, but had seen enough to know that Aaron did surely make a fool of himself on MTV. Something his own kid could watch one day if she chose to do so. "Thank you. I'm not ready to face him tonight." Eden knew once she saw Mason, she'd most likely break down and tell him the truth about what was going on with her. Eden raised an eyebrow when he motioned for her to follow him. Eden quietly moved down the hall, as they got to Destiny's room. She followed him inside, getting down next to Aaron and listening to the small blonde describe her nightmare. Aaron made it look so easy to be a parent, she watched as he sang -- awfully -- to the small girl, but a small smile grew as she got sleepier and drifted back to sleep. If Eden did go through with this pregnancy, she could only hope she'd be the kind of parent that Aaron was.

#discord #eden

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thedukedudeinadress · 5 years

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Simple Things In Life - 1

Ships: Remile (A Full Blown Relationship), Prinxiety (New Love), Logicality (A Mutual Crush), Demus (Physical Love)

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia, violence, talk about sex

Remile - A Full Blown Relationship: One

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Emile & Remy had been dating for about half a year & somehow a few assholes at Emile’s school had found out about it. Remy was supposed to pick him up around 16.30 so he had to wait at campus after school. The group of jocks had waited until Emile was alone & then dragged him around the main building to where no one ever went & beat him senseless. That had been around 16.20 & when Remy came Emile had been nowhere to be seen. Remy texted, called & screamed for his boyfriend but nothing. He looked around & when he found Emile he had been laying on the ground, lifeless, for almost an hour.

Perspective (mainly): Remy

“EMILE!” He couldn’t see properly who it was but he knew it was him & his voice was filled with panic. As he ran up to his boyfriend he pulled out his phone & called 911. As he got to his boyfriend someone picked up.

“911, what’s your emergency”

“M- my boyfriend! H- he- I thin- I think he got beaten up! He’s bleeding &- &” he spoke quickly & his voice was even more filled with panic than before as he tried to get Emile to wake up.

“Sir, please try to stay calm. Where are you?”

“Behind the main building of Masons”

“Okay, ambulance is on it’s way. Is your boyfriend awake?”

“N-“

“Remy? Emile’s voice was weak almost unhearable but he heard it, tears that had been stuck in his eyelashes now flowed down his cheeks.

“Yeah”

“Try to keep him awake, ambulance should be there at any moment” Remy had dropped the phone the moment he had said that Emile was awake but he understood what he had to do.

“Oh my fucking god! Emile! Who- wha-“ Remy got his boyfriend to sit up a little & kissed his forehead “What happened? Who did this?” He didn’t think he would get an answer right now but he did.

“Some guys dragged me here & beat me up” Emile’s voice was still weak but a little louder. Mentally, Remy swore to never let Emile be alone at campus again as he hugged his boyfriend & the ambulance drove up behind him.

“They’ll never dare to touch you again, I promise”

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Three days later Emile got out of the hospital. He had a broken leg & several bruises. He wasn’t allowed to go back to school in a couple of weeks & during those weeks he basically lived at Remy’s place.. & when those weeks were over he wasn’t going to Masons anymore. Instead of the fancy, expensive school he was now going to Sanders with Remy instead & oh, how much better wasn’t that? Remy could now make sure Emile was always safe or at least be nearby.

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Perspective(mainly): Emile

“Remy, I can walk on my own, I have crutches” Emile said, slightly ashamed over the fact that Remy was giving him a piggyback ride over a campus filled with people.

“I know you CAN but your leg is still broken & I don’t mind giving my adorable boyfriend piggyback rides” Remy knew how overprotective he had became after what happened but he really didn’t care, as long as Emile didn’t get hurt.

“Hmm.. fine, I guess it’s nice not to have to walk” Emile relaxed slightly & leaned his head against the side of Remy’s as a guy, just slightly overdressed, walked up to them.

“Hey, Princey” Remy said & smirked at the guy.

“Morning, Remy!” The guy said & looked at Emile “Judging by.. everything you gotta be Emile! I’m Roman! I’ve heard a lot about you!” the guy- Roman was energetic & had a very sunny smile.

“Nice to meet you.. I’ve heard literally nothing about you” he said & elbowed Remy slightly. Roman made some offended, overdramatic noises & that added to the fact that Remy had called him ‘Princey’ made him relise who he was tho.

“Ahh! Wait, no! You’re the theatre guy! Remy never talks about any of his friends by name so..” Remy scoffed & Roman laughed slightly.

“Ahaaa! Yeah, now that sounds like Remy, alright” Emile laughted at that & already knew he was gonna like this guy.

“We have about an hour before the classes start so.. anyone wants coffe? Imma meet Virgil in the cafeteria anyway” As the coffee addict Remy was, he lit up just at the mention of coffee & immediately nodded enthusiastically.

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” He said & turned his gaze towards Emile “What do you say, babe?”

“Sounds great!” He said & gave his boyfriend a kiss on his cheek & then buried his face in the side of his neck.

It was kinda weird for Emile to be able to show so much affection in school but he surely didn’t mind it.

Roman offered to take Emile’s crutches so Emile could hold onto Remy better & he gratefully handed the crunches over to Roman & then tighten his grip around his boyfriend & Remy returned that with a kiss on Emile’s cheek.

As they got to the cafeteria Remy carefully put Emile down & Roman gave him his crutches. Roman asked what they wanted & told them to go sit at ‘the normal table’ & that he could pay for their drinks. Emile followed his boyfriend down to a table in the corner where a guy who was obviously emo sat & drew with big headphones on. As they got closer to the table he glanced up & took off his headphones.

“Hello, sleepyhead” he said & nodded at Remy who scoffed in reply.

“Emo nightmare” the guy scoffed & then looked over at Emile.

“You must be Emile” Emile nodded in reply & figured that the guy who Remy always called emo nightmare must be the guy Roman was gonna meet here, Virgil.

“Yeah, Virgil, right?” He said as he sat down. Virgil looked at him in slight surprise.

“Did you figure that out yourself ot did this bitch actually ever say my name to you?” He said & gestured towards Remy, who had now settled down next to Emile, & Emile couldn’t help but laugh slightly at that.

“I figured it out. He never uses names for any of you but apparently I’m special” as Emile said the last part Remy smiled, blushed slightly & rolled his eyes.

“Of course you’re special, babe” he said & turned his boyfriend’s face with one hand & gave him a quick kiss.

“Hello there, love birds!” Roman’s energetic voice got them all to turn their attention to him “here’s your coffee” he said & put down a cup in front if Remy “your tea” & put down a cup in front of Emile & then finally “& your coffee” he said as he sat down next to Virgil who reattached out his hand for it “Na-a!” Roman stretched his arm in the opposite direction & continued “You know what applies for your daily free coffee” he said & Virgil rolled his eyes in an amused way, took a grip of Roman’s collar with both hands & pulled him into a deep kiss & he hummed satisfied before Virgil broke the kiss.

“Now give me my coffee, Princey” Roman chuckled slightly & gave Virgil his coffee which he immediately took a big sip from.

Emile didn’t stare, barely even looked at them, but his brain was filled with thoughts. There was more people than him (& his boyfriend) that were LGBTQ+ at this place? & they were friends with his boyfriend? & his boyfriend hadn’t told him? He giggled slightly which caused Remy to look at him as if he knew exactly what was going through his head.

“Yeah, this happens every day” he said quietly even though he knew that he could have screamed it & the other two still wouldn’t hear it as they were way to caught up in being ‘that couple’ that barely could see or hear anything but each other.

Emile looked around & the fact that nobody even glanced over at them made him want to scream of happiness but instead he just giggled again & then took Remy coffee out of his hand just as he was about to take a sip & put the cup on the table. Remy was just going to protest as Emile twisted his hand into the material if his t-shirt & then pulled him into a deep, long kiss & Remy hummed happily & decided to reduce the distance between them only so the kiss could last a little longer. Emile was the one who yielded & when Remy looked at him he blushed deeply but the happy look on his face could easily challenge the brightness of the sun itself & Remy couldn’t possibly do anything but smile back at him. When Emile then looked up properly again there was another guy sitting at the table, next to Virgil.

“Hello” Emile said with a raw voice & the man giggled.

“Hi! I’ll take that as that you are Emile?” The guy had a light blue jumper skirt over a baby pink t-shirt & Emile immediately knew who this was.

“Heh, yeah, that’s me” he said “& you’re Patton Heart” now that even got Roman & Virgil to look at him. How could he possibly know that?

“Yup! That’s me, alright!” He said bubbely & Remy & Virgil looked confused for a moment before realising how he knew who Patton was.

“I keep forgetting how many followers you have online” Remy said teasingly & Patton giggled.

“The designer never gets credit” Roman signed ironically & shook his head & all of them started to laugh.

“Maybe if-“ Patton started but got interrupted.

“NO! I can’t just ride on your fame, Pat”

“Roman.. you’re literally making half of the clothes. Why not just make yourself something & appear in some pictures? You deserve to be credited more than just in the caption! Or maybe just appear in a YouTube video?”

“Hmm.. maybe we could make a video with me designing & making clothes.. but wouldn’t that be bo-“

“Roman!” Both Patton & Virgil said it at the same time & Emile & Remy only amused watched the conversation.

“Just do it for all in the world!” Virgil held his boyfriend’s face with both hands close to his own & as soon as Roman had signed & said ‘okay’ he gave him a quick but deep kiss. “Good”

Remy glanced down on his clock & sighed “I need to go” he said before standing up & turning towards his boyfriend “if it is anything just text me, kej?”

“Okay” Emile said, trying to hide how sad he was about him having to leave already.. but obviously Remy saw it.

“Em, I’m serious, I’ll keep track of my phone & if it’s urgent..” he took out his phone from his bag & quickly did something “..you have my schedule, so you know where to find me” Emile at once felt a little better & smiled.

“Thanks”

“No problem, babe” Remy said & leaned down to quickly kiss his boyfriend & then took off before quickly swirling around “Pat, you’re in the same class as him. Take care of him” Patton giggled & nodded & now Remy actually left.

“We have about 10 more minutes before we need to leave” he said to Emile.

“Okay” he smiled genuinely even though he was scared. He kind of knew someone in his class so it should be fine.

& fine it was! It was more than fine, it was nice & he was pleased to see that his & Remy’s lunch hour fell at the same time.

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Perspective (mainly): Remy

Remy had checked his phone at least twice every class & was relived that he hadn’t gotten any texts from his boyfriend. When the lunch break began he grabbed Logan, another of his friends & hurried to the cafeteria where he spotted Patton, Emile & Declan at the normal table. They quickly got food & walked down to the table.

“Hello there, sugar cube” Remy said as he sat down next to his boyfriend who lit up as soon as he had heard his voice & hugged him as soon as he had settled down. “Missed me?” Remy said teasingly & Emile giggled.

“Of course, silly!” Emile gave him a quick kiss & then kept eating his food.

“Ugh, I wish my boyfriend had his lunch at the same time as me too” Declan signhed & Patton laughed.

“I wish I wasn’t single” he glanced over at Logan who, per usual, sat quietly & ate his lunch. He said it was unpractical to talk as you ate & should wait until afterwards. Remy rolled his eyes & chuckled slightly at the fact that Logan STILL hadn’t noticed the obvious crush Patton had on him.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a coward you wouldn’t be” Declan said whith a slightly annoyed tone which, to everyone’s surprise, caused Logan to talk during a meal.

“Declan, stop it. Feelings aren’t always easy” they all stared at him, including Emile who had met all his boyfriend’s friends except Logan earlier that day & therefore knew that this guy did not usually talk during meals, Logan however didn’t notice that nor the small blush appearing on Patton’s face as he already had gone back to his usual setting.

“Oookay! Declan, how’s Remus?” Remy asked to break the awkward silence that had appeared.

“Oh! He’s good.. like, really goo-“

“Dee, sthap! TMI. I know what you mean when you go on like that” Patton said which caused a mild blush & wicked grin to appear on Declan’s face & the others to laugh loudly.

“Roman would literally kill you if was here, you know” Patton said with a mannered voice & they all laughed, even Logan chuckled slightly.

“I can’t blame him tho, who would want to hear about their sibling’s sex life?” Remy said & once again even Logan chuckled slightly.

“I believe.. uhm.. RIGHT! No one!” Emile said with a mannered voice.

“That is a very rare thing to be interested in, yes” Logan’s voice once again took them by surprise but this time he had actually finished his food.

“Hah, mr. Talkative is done, I see” Remy said before putting on a wicked grin & started talking teasingly “Sooo! Logan! Any guys you’ve found interested lately” Logan immediately flushed up & glanced over at Patton before quickly looking down back at the table. So his theory had proven to be correct once again; Patton & Logan liked each other but was far to blind to see it.

“Why not.. I don’t know.. ask him out?” Declan said teasingly, still that wicked grin on his lips.

“I should leave” Logan said, stood up, took his things & left.

“I- I’ll be right back” Patton’s voice was cracking & he ran off before the other’s had the chance to even see where he went.

“Fuck..” Declan said.

“Oh yeah, big time” Remy said.

“Okay so let me get this straight! Patton like Logan & Logan like Patton but they’re far to blind for the obvious signs that their feelings are mutual?”

“Yup” Remy sighed.

“& I’m just guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve tried to get one of them to confess?”

“Your guess is correct” Declan said.

“Well, I’m not expecting you to get this since you probably know about as much about psychology as I know about teaching but you’re both stupid”

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A/N: I came up with an idea for a college AU & here we are! New AU! WEE!

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Brother

Warnings: toxic behaviors (mentioned), the bad guy gets a redemption arc, emotional abuse, lying

Ship: Brotherly!Anxciet

Plot: Virgil knows when he’s inviting trouble, but at the end of the day, Declan is his brother, and everyone does have the capacity to change.

It’s 2PM. The streets outside are quiet bar the low hum of car engines every few minutes or so, the daylight beams through open windows and bathes the street in its glow. All windows, except the ones belonging to Virgil Sanders. The clock on the wall ticks gently, slowly (as slow as the seconds can go) and quietly, filling the kitchen with an incessant ticking. The blinds cracked open just an inch let in as much light as the young man can quite muster as he walks away from the ticking into his bedroom. It’s still too early for him, at 2PM.

With a hum, the purple haired man clicks away at his laptop as his grey-blue eyes run over the words on the screen. The house is quiet, the street is quiet, the world feels quiet for him.

Until this is rudely interrupted. A loud, repetitive knock at the door has the pale-skinned man grabbing his door keys “I swear to God if you’re here to tell me about the good word of Jesus Christ I’m going to...” He manages to get the door open with a vengeful tug “Or the good word of Satan I suppose,” He mutters, holding the door open and gesturing half-heartedly for the newcomer to enter.

Two-toned eyes blink both blue and grey as the owner offers something akin to a smile, stepping into the household. “Regrettably, I’m not quite here to offer you a bible, brother dearest,” Virgil rolls his eyes and slams the door shut, locking it again “Haven’t you heard of daylight? It’s a hot new trick to certify you don’t get a vitamin D deficiency,” With a sigh, the younger of the Sanders brothers throws open the curtains, wincing at the first hint of daylight today.

“What are you doing here Dee?” He could’ve tried to be polite, but usually, his brother’s visits end in him wanting money or an argument. Neither of which Virgil quite has the energy for anymore. The other’s bravado falters a little and he crosses his arms across his chest almost defensively.

“I left him,” Virgil’s eyebrows raise and he leans against the wall to process the information handed to him. “I need to change,” He inhales slowly and shakily and the younger’s eyes train fixated on him, looking for any hint of a lie. He couldn’t see one. “So I came here, I didn’t know where else to go,”

“Where’s all your stuff?” Virgil’s eyebrows furrow “Where are you going to live?” The look he receives as he shakes his head “Oh no, no not happening you are not living with me again, you drove me up the wall last time Declan,” He looks to the ceiling as if any deity had ever helped them before, and would magically help him now. He can’t exactly kick him out on the street “Fine, but you’re putting some of that shit you have in storage because there is not enough room for all of it,”

“I know, it’s just for a few weeks...just until I can sort shit out,” Virgil nods absently.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, sure,”

Virgil had lived with his brother’s lies for most of his life, growing up the elder was always twisting things on their heads, poking and prodding where he shouldn’t. As they got older, not much changed, what was just “Boys being boys,” turned into a very toxic 20-year-old. When Declan came home and said he had a boyfriend, Virgil told the poor bastard to run, and he didn’t. For the next couple of years, he got phone calls in the middle of the night, one or the other at his doorstep looking tired and angry. He got sick of it, but if not for Declan then for the poor son of a bitch that fell in love with him, he stuck around.

He’d heard the “I’ll change,” so many times, he wasn’t going to buy it this time around just like he hadn’t bought it the past sixteen. But, it seemed this time he was pleasantly surprised.

Declan comes home from his new job one day, says he’s loving the work, he works, he pays the rent, he comes home, he sleeps, sometimes he cooks dinner even. A couple of weeks later he asks Virgil if he can cover his half of the rent for a couple of weeks, Virgil, who owns and runs his own business predominantly from home and is not particularly strapped for cash, agrees. He’d expected at some point the other would falter, but curious, he asks what Dante needs the money for.

“Therapy,”

Virgil was so stunned into silence that he just replies with “Oh, good,” but Declan knows that really it’s his awkward way of saying he��s proud of him. Neither of them is particularly emotional nor ready to have a heart to heart.

A month passes and Declan’s still living with him, half his stuff moved out of his ex’s house and into storage, the other half in Virgil’s spare room that’s kind of quickly becoming his own room. For once, Virgil doesn’t actually mind this arrangement. But he has to ask, really, what had happened, what conversation had screwed Declan over so much that he actually realized he was a shitty person?

So, he asks him, because really there’s no beating around the bush with that question.

Declan kind of shrugs half-heartedly and gives those half-smiles that he’s used to showing off in place of any actual happiness. “I got tired of making him cry,” He mutters “It’s such a shitty realization, being bored is what made me realize I’m awful,” he snorts “But do you expect anything more of me?” No, not really, Virgil thinks to himself. But they leave the conversation there. The reasoning didn’t really matter to Virgil, as long as he changes.

It’s strange, Virgil thinks to himself. He’d given Declan so many chances since they were children, and he doesn’t quite think he can ever forgive the person he was. But he can actually see him changing for once, genuinely changing to be a better person; something Virgil had given up on for his brother long before he had become an adult himself.

If you want love, you’re going to have to learn to have to change, and maybe, Declan had really got tired of the kind of love that is tortured out of people.

He loses his temper at Virgil, once, once is the only chance he gets because unlike when they were children, Virgil doesn’t cry or shout back, he quirks an eyebrow and says “Talk to me like that again and you’re out on the street,” Because Virgil put up with enough of that in his life, he’s tired of being a punching bag for his brother and he isn’t going to let him slip into old habits.

Virgil keeps paying for Declan’s therapy nonetheless because he wants to see the other succeed instead of crashing and taking everyone else with him.

Declan gets a promotion, somewhere down the line. He makes some friends at his work, they go out for drinks, Declan doesn’t come home ridiculously angry from the beer, but actually suitably and sensibly sober.

Then he gets a boyfriend. And Virgil tenses again, expecting the same shit storm that he’d been used too until Declan comes in practically dancing and starstruck and gushing. Virgil had felt like he was tripping for a moment as he grins in disbelief at his brother and makes a couple of tea and watches as Declan unravels his date right down to this man’s smile.

“What really happened?” He asks one day, as Declan is moving out of his place to go live with his boyfriend. “What really made you change, boredom doesn’t give someone therapy and medication and the will to stop being an alcoholic,” Declan rests the boxes on the table and he looks down at his feet.

“I got really drunk one night,” He started, and Virgil feels his stomach clench because some part of him is still clinging onto the brother he knew, not the one he’d become. “I tripped and fell, smacked my head right in, I had to go to hospital,” That explains the scar “And I was lying there thinking, no one will come because nobody loves me enough, I was so lonely, and I don’t deserve to feel bad about that, but I did like any other human being, and I can’t change the past I can’t get rid of it or erase it or take back all the shit I caused you or him, but I can try to make sure I don’t hurt other people, I don’t want your redemption Virgil, and quite frankly I don’t think I deserve it,”

“You don’t,” Virgil sighs as he leans against the back of the couch, arms folded “You really don’t, but hopefully I can relearn who you are now, and that’s pretty close,” Declan gives a small nod.

“That’s more than I could ask for,” He picks up the last box “See you around, kiddo,”

“I’m over twenty you can’t still call me kiddo!” Virgil calls out the door with a laugh.

“Watch me anyway!” Declan grins back.

No, not redemption, but a change and that’s...that’s a good enough start for Virgil.

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kpoptionate · 6 years

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skz reaction: s/o pecking their lips in front of the members

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.16.18

genre: fluff

requested: your-brookey

a/n: thanks for requesting babesss <3 i'm sorry if they sound a little similar, but i hope you enjoy it overall :) ______________________________

woojin ♡

you were sitting on the bed beside your boyfriend as he played a couple of tunes on his guitar, warming up before wanting to sing you a song he had been working on. as he finally started to play, his cheeks slightly pink from his shyness, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him - you were completely mesmerized by his voice. he looked you in the eyes as he sang the last lines of the song, and the two of you stared at each other for a moment before you giggled and quickly leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. all was good until the two of you heard an “aw, how cute” from the doorway where there were eight ! boys standing there with admiration in their eyes and their phones in their hands, seemingly recording the whole time you two were together, woojin sputtering embarrassed apologies for his members’ behavior.

“aish, guys, can’t you just leave us alone for once? i’m sorry, y/n...”

i shouldn’t be this excited for finding a gif that matches the scenario ooF

chan ♡

chan had asked that you stayed for dinner with skz at their dorm, so that’s what you were doing. you offered to help cook since there were so many people to feed, but he insisted you didn’t need to since woojin was already with him and somebody needed to make sure the rest of the kids didn’t get too out of hand. when the two oldest came back with two plates of dinner, everyone froze and dropped what they were holding. the dorm was a complete w r e c k. chan looked at you like “wtf did i tell you i gave you one job” and you innocently skipped up to him and smiled widely, giving him a sheepish grin before standing on your tip-toes to place your lips against his, taking the plate he was holding and setting it down on the small table. his lips turned upwards into a proud smirk as he walked to sit down beside you, the boys pleased that they had finally seen their leader get kissed by their boyfriend/girlfriend.

“you know, y/n, if you ever wanna do that again, my lips are always open for business...”

minho ♡

one day, as you came to visit the guys in the practice room, minho begged you to let him show the guys a dance the two of you had been working on. you said sure, not thinking much of it since you guys had learned a few, but you would have said no had you known he was going to play the song to the dance y’al had been working on - one that was sorta kindaaa intimate? you were of course hesitant at first, but eventually gave in as the two of you performed in front of the members (cue woojin trying to cover jeongin’s eyes to preserve purity). towards the bridge of the song, minho playfully wiggled his eyebrows, as this was the part where you were supposed to kiss him! being the excited baby he is, he had told the guys this when you first started dancing, so they were pretty excited as well to finally see you guys kiss. shy as you are, however, you only gave him a quick peck and blushed through the rest of the dance, at the end hiding behind him to conceal your embarrassment, running with the frustrated groans of eight young men. minho, on the other hand, was confidently showing off to his members that they could hold in their frustration and wait for another time.

“y’all can’t say anything, at least i’m actually getting some!...”

changbin ♡

we all know that this boy is a cuddler™, so when you’re hanging out at the dorms with him and the other guys in the living room, that’s obv what you’re doing. you felt as if something was off, though, because usually changbin would give you little kisses when you cuddled ?? like was he mad at you ? did you do something wrong ? when you turn your head to face him and ask what’s the matter, everybody’s eyes immediately shift from their phones to the two of you. not knowing what you’re talking about, changbin shakes his head with a small look of confusion, asking why you asked. all you gave him was a slightly high-pitched “oh” before pecking his lips and turning back to your phone as if nothing happened. the guys, however...not so much. mouths practically dropped to the floor, they gush at changbin’s flushed state as he tries to hid his face in the crook of your neck, whispering something in your ear and smiling like an idiot before popping back up with a straight face (still pretty red, tho) and going back to his phone. gotta keep up the dark concept™, y’know?

“y/n, don’t do that in front of the guys, you’re gonna ruin my image...”

hyunjin ♡

the two of you were just trying to have a nice, quiet evening without the guys interrupting you. it was going pretty well - you guys were eating chinese takeout on the floor, giggling because of something hyunjin said, and you were about to kiss him when bam! the door busts open and in pours eight obnoxious teenagers (most of them anyway). they stop when they see the two of you on the floor eyeing them with death glares, but do they leave? no! these asshats sit with y’all and start eating your food! what a bummer. tired of the guys antics, you lean in and give hyunjin the kiss that was meant for earlier before standing up and motioning for him to follow you to his room, away from everyone. the guys absolutely flip their shit, hollering with food in their mouths. hyunjin was blushing since you had never done that in front of the guys before, but he didn’t let them see his reaction as he just walked away, flipping them off from behind his back.

“they really are annoying...but now that we’re alone again, i think you can do a little better than just a peck...”

jisung ♡

this dude probably has like a seashell collection or somethin tbh, but he didn’t want to look dumb with a pile of shells on his desk so he asked you to help him make it look aesthetic. his shells are dumb though (half of them are just rocks but you don’t have the heart to tell him), so you and him set out on a walk to the beach to collect some nicer ones. the boys, of course, tag along. when the sun finally sets and everyone’s a little tired from playing around all day, you were pretty proud of the work you had done with jisung. putting everything in a bag so you could fill a mason jar later, jisung was more than excited that you had helped him. he pulled you into a warm hug while your feet were in the cold water, and once he pulled away he got all giddy like a little kid over his shells. you couldn’t help but gush over how cute he was, so you kissed his lips before taking his hand and walking out of the water. the rest of the members were “oh”ing from behind, splashing water on jisung as you lead him away from the seaside.

“you’re sweet for picking out my shells, but...do you think you could kiss me one more time?”

felix ♡

you and the guys were all in your apartment quietly watching a movie (or at least the majority of you, jisung wouldn’t shut the hell up), snuggled against felix with his arm around your shoulder. the two of you had been going out for a whole month and neither of you had the guts to do anything more than a kiss on the cheek or forehead, so felix couldn’t help but tease you a little bit when a kiss scene came on the screen. “why don’t you ever kiss me like that? i don’t think you’ve even kissed me at all...” he faked a pout and a couple of the guys let out an “aw” (so sad alexa play despacito) when all of a sudden! you just kiss him! on the lips! and turn back to the movie like it was nothing. felix was taken abAck, he didn’t expect you to do that in front of the guys. nevertheless, you did, and his face was red as a tomato as he pressed his lips together, trying to hide a smile. but there was no way he was gonna let you embarrass him in front of the guys! he decided to grow a pair and stop being shy by cupping your cheeks with his hands and giving you a full kiss ! in front of everyone ! after a moment he pulled away, and the two of you sat there facing forward with the biggest grins on your faces, ignoring the guys’ excited screams. now who’s shy, y/n?

"you can’t win against me, y/n, especially in front of the guys, you should know this by now...”

seungmin ♡

aww, it’s the baby’s birthday ! you and the guys wanted to throw him a surprise party, but with everyone at jyp, not just skz, so somehow you convinced jyp to let everyone take a day off so you could have a big party! seungmin isn’t the kind to like this kind of thing probably but since it’s with his faves it’s alright :). anyway, later that night as all the groups were in the room, seungmin had got up to thank everyone for coming, and he mentioned you in his little speech for being sweet and organizing everything. when he was done talking and everyone was in their little conversations, you just smiled at him and quickly kissed him on the lips before spreading out to chatter - not just in front of the members, but all of jyp! wow! this boy could not have been more embarrassed, hiding his face and giggling behind his hands, as everyone in the room let out “aw”s and “cute!”s since the two of you are! so! small! and! adorable! nevertheless he was happy that you were comfortable enough with him to do something like that in front of so many people.

“aish, y/n, why do you always have to embarass me like that? especially in front of so many people...not that i didn’t like it though...”

jeongin ♡

this boy !!!!! you and the guys were just sitting on the practice floor chilling for a few hours since there was nothing else really to do. it started getting late and you needed to go back home, so after you got up and got your stuff you walked over to jeongin, telling you that you’ll see him later before pecking his lips and walking away. the guys of course started squealing and freaking out, screaming and hitting each other like fangirls. poor baby jeongin was a blushing mess, he couldn’t stop grinning like a child as he got on his knees and bowed down, trying to hide his face from his friends. as you closed the door, he let out a high-pitched scream and started giggling like crazy.

“aww, little jeongin’s all grown up now !!”

feel free to send in any requests, asks, comments, i don’t mind, i’ll answer anything :)

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just-jordie-things · 6 years

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The Boxer - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 4497 warnings: swearing, I think that’s it a/n: based on this song

[ i am leaving, i am leaving // but the fighter still remains ]

Pack meetings were officially deemed the worst, in Stiles’ book anyways. Not only did he always get talked over, and picked on, but his opinions were never taken seriously. His arguments and decisions had no effect on the rest of the pack, and it was pointless for him to even try anymore. But he was too stubborn to give up.

Currently everyone was using the empty Biology classroom as a place for an emergency meeting.

“This can’t be a serious threat” Malia scoffed disapprovingly. “A pack of omegas? First of all, that’s redundant, even I know that” Lydia shrugged a shoulder and hummed in agreement with the coyote.

“She’s right” She said. “We’ve handled an alpha pack, and that wasn’t even too difficult looking back. What’re a bunch of omegas gonna do?”

“Need I remind you of that one who went rogue and tried killing Liam on the lacrosse field?” Stiles asked, crossing his arms over his chest in an irritated way.

“And the way (y/n) took care of it” Lydia said with an amused chuckle. Then her eyes widened as an idea enlightened her. “Oh my God, (y/n), that’s the answer”

“No!” Stiles shot down immediately, but the gears in the banshees mind were already turning. “No no no no no. No. I forbid it-”

“Wait..” Scott cut off his friend. “Lydia’s onto something here…”

“No!” Stiles whined desperately begging them not to go to (y/n). Anyone but (y/n).

“I mean, if she can take down a werewolf, with no super strength, no claws no fangs…” Lydia began, looking around at everyone for any kind of sign that this was a good idea. Malia was already grinning, excited about the idea. “She could definitely do it again, backed up by us”

“No”

“Yeah” Scott said, nodding with a growing smile. “She’s right”

“No!”

“I agree” Malia grinned. “I’d love to kick ass with (y/n). She’s hands down the coolest person in this whole school”

“Hurtful” Stiles muttered. “But still no!”

“How about we vote?” Scott offered, but Stiles only rolled his eyes in response.

“Everyone else has already agreed, I’m the only one with any common sense around here!”

“All who votes we get (y/n) on our side for this?” Lydia called, raising her hand. Everyone else, besides Stiles, put a hand in the air. The boy grumbled and scowled at the banshee.

“Good luck trying” He snarked before grabbing his backpack and bolting out of the classroom. Like she would ever agree to anyways.

(y/n) (y/l/n) was a badass by nature. Meaning she was born into it, raised into it. Her family being a renowned league of hunters, she knew a thing or two on how to get a job done quickly and efficiently. She was the reason BHHS had started a boxing club, and she solely held every winning title, for the past three years. The whole senior class knew she was a force to be reckoned with, especially after she beat up her first (and only) boyfriend in front of the entire cafeteria sophomore year. No one had bothered her since.

But the McCall pack knew there was more to be known about her, behind the scenes. She wasn’t just good at hand to hand combat and kickboxing, she was especially crafty with an array of weapons, typically used to hunt supernatural creatures.

The first time she’d stepped in on an incident was early last year. She’d been on campus late that night, boxing practice and some light studying, but she hadn’t expected to see Scott McCall and his girlfriend fighting off a Berserker. But with a hasty decision she joined in, seeing as they were losing terribly. With the swiftness of a fox she unsheathed her ring dagger from her ankle holster and threw it straight into the beast’s skull. Her peers, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, and Scott McCall himself, were baffled, not having known of her second life.

“This,” She’d spoken with an intense seriousness as she retrieved her weapon, “-this is a one time thing. You keep this to yourselves” She had pointed the blade between the three of them, before sheathing it again and going home.

As soon as Scott had told Stiles of the altercation, he’d grown obsessively fascinated by the girl. She’d always kept to herself, especially after her… boyfriend incident. But he’d seen her as an intelligent girl, always assuming she was just a little shy. But this was a game changer.

He’d gone to school asking questions, having a whole list of interrogating phrases in hopes of hearing her story. But she wasn’t interested in answering his nosy questions, and didn’t care that he was trying to put together the puzzle that was her. And after promptly telling him to fuck off, and denying that she had anything to do with the ‘story’ he was making up, Stiles left her alone.

Clearly, she wanted nothing to do with the pack.

But she’d helped them again, in a way. When the Beast of Gevaudan had attacked innocent students in the library, she’d aided them, brought them to safety, hid Scott’s werewolf features from view, and not to mention, managed to figure out who it had been, Mason Hewitt.

Then she dropped out of their lives again, just like that. There in desperate situations, and back the next day pretending she didn’t know a thing about Scott and his friends.

Until a week ago. When Liam had been running laps on the lacrosse field, she’d been staying late as usual, training in the school’s weight room, where the punching bag was. As she was heading to the parking lot, she’d heard the familiar sounds of werewolf growls, and at the last minute jumped in to save Liam’s life.

And now, she was back to ignoring them. At this point trying to swear of the McCall pack for good. All they did was got themselves into trouble, and the vendettas beasts seemed to hold against them only put the people of Beacon Hills into more danger.

So, (y/n) kept to herself. Training during free periods and after school, getting her studies done at home, and keeping her earbuds in to avoid interaction. There was no way she’d get involved with a group as reckless as them.

“I think I’ve made progress” Kira said as she sat down at the lunch table next to Scott.

“Oh really?” Stiles asked disbelievingly. “And what do you think you’ve done?”

“I waved at (y/n) in the hall” The kitsune stated proudly. “And she nodded back at me” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. Surely that didn’t count.

“I’m not sure that really....” Lydia trailed off with a wince, not wanting to admit that Kira’s moment didn’t exactly mean anything. “I did follow her on instagram today, liked her three most recent photos, and left a nice comment on her recent”

“That doesn’t mean anything” Malia groaned. “Who cares? That’s just regular teenage trashy stuff-”

“Easy” Lydia scolded as she frowned. “Did you do anything?”

“I asked her to help us kill bad people” The coyote shrugged simply. Everyone hung their heads and grumbled, except for Stiles who laughed bitterly.

“What did I say? She’s not just going to succumb to your pitiful attempts at making friends with her. Trust me, I tried, she didn’t give a shit” He took a bite of his food before continuing. “She can probably smell bullshit from a mile away anyways”

“He’s probably right” Scott sighed. “All I did was sit next to her in Bio, and as soon as she saw me she picked up her things and went to a different table. It was… uncomfortable” Stiles belted out a laugh again.

“You stand no chances. I’m sure Liam just stared at her before walking away?” Stiles looked to the younger beta for confirmation, but Liam just ducked his head and silently ate his food. “That’s what I thought” He said with a cocky attitude. “Now, should we discuss my idea?”

“Have you tried?” Lydia questioned, before Stiles could voice his plan.

“What?” He muttered.

“Have you tried talking to her?” She clarified. “That was the agreed upon plan, you know” The banshee spoke mischievously and Stiles knew she was already coming up with a scheme.

“Of course not” He said lowly. “I was the one saying all along she wouldn’t listen to you-”

“Well we don’t know that she won’t listen to you” Kira piped up, only earning narrowed eyes from the skeptical boy.

“Yes, we do, last time I spoke to her? Got the middle finger and an accompanying message. I don’t think she’d care for any further advancements on my part”

“Maybe,” Lydia shrugged. “But maybe you’d already gotten a crack at her, and one more and she’ll break, and help-”

“No” Stiles shook his head. “I’m not going to go pressure her to help us, we can do this on our own” He looked to Scott for backup, but the alpha winced.

“I mean… it’s worth a shot-”

“Scott!”

“She’s got great aim! What am I supposed to say?” Scott asked, raising his hands in surrender. ��“I’m sorry it’s just… these things are always easier with…”

“-an experienced hunter” Lydia offered when Scott couldn’t finish. Liam nodded his head in agreement.

“She did save my life…”

“And mine too” Scott said.

“Me too” Kira added softly.

“I hate you all” Stiles announced, though of course it wasn’t true. “I guarantee when I talk to her I’m going to get socked in the face and wind up with a broken nose” But the pack smiled, glad he’d decided to try.

“Thank you, Stiles” Scott said, but his friend shook his head as he finished his food.

“I haven’t even done anything yet”

Stiles was standing in the hall outside the gym, tightly gripping the straps of his backpack and rocking on his feet. He knew that was he was about to do was invasive, and that she wouldn’t take kindly to seeing him in her space. But this was the only time he could think to speak to her privately.

When he walked through the gymnasium on his way to the weight room, he practiced in his head exactly what he wanted to say.

He took a deep breath before opening the door, all of his nerves spreading through his chest and all over his body he felt he was on fire. Seeing (y/n) in the corner of the room, going to town on the swinging punching bag, heavy duty headphones preventing her from hearing him enter.

It was both relieving and anxiety inducing, seeing her.

“Uh, (y/n)?” He called, before hitting his own head out of stupidity. Of course she couldn’t hear him. So, he walked over closer, until he was in her peripheral vision, and waved his hand slightly to catch her attention.

(y/n), however, had felt the floor vibrate slightly when the door to the weight room door had shut behind Stiles. She knew she wasn’t alone, but she didn’t think it was Stiles Stilinski who’d come in.

She knew for a fact he wasn’t here to work out either.

Casting him a side glance, she looked him up and down before going back to her workout. Not giving him another ounce of attention. Most things go away if you ignore them hard enough.

Stiles wasn’t one of those things.

Waving his hand again, he called her name and stepped closer than before.

Now she spun in place, pulling the headphones to rest around her neck on her shoulders, taking a large step towards him threateningly.

“Why are you here, Stilinski?” She asked, eyes penetrating his soul as she analyzed his every move.

“Uh- I-” Every rehearsed line Stiles had come up with vanished, suddenly his life seemed at stake. “You wouldn’t kill me on school property, would you?” his words came out a nervous string, and (y/n) rolled her eyes, stepping away.

“Answer the question” She monotoned, hand reaching up to stop her punching bag from swinging. “Here to make a move like the rest of your friends?”

“Kind of-”

“Get lost”

“You aren’t even going to hear me out?” He asked defeatedly, brows furrowing as he frowned. (y/n) pursed her lips and shook her head.

“No” She stated simply.

“We need your help, (y/n)-”

“What don’t you understand by get lost?” She asked rhetorically, eyes widening and finger pointing towards the door. But Stiles still didn’t leave.

“Let me finish” His annoyance began to shown through as he gritted his teeth. “There’s a pack of omegas out there, that’s why Liam was attacked, and we need your help. You’ve been the key to a few problems now and we think that with you on our side on this that it can be offer before it’s even an issue”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She said, feigning ignorance with ease. Lying was a key aspect to being a huntress. “I don’t need new friends, Stilinski, you can go now”

“Pretending it doesn’t exist won’t make it go away” Stiles said, starting to really test (y/n’s) nerves. “Will you even consider it? Give us a chance?” She stared at him with narrowed eyes, lips parting slightly as a small smile formed. Her tongue darted out to wet them before speaking again.

“Like I said, Stilinski, I don’t know a damn thing you’re babbling about,” She whispered as if there were other people there to keep hidden from, but they had the whole weight room to themselves. “So, unless you’re about to start lifting weights, get. Lost. Got it?” Her voice was so soft as she spoke quietly, but somehow he felt threatened by her words again.

“I knew it. Of course you won’t acknowledge it at all. I told them” Stiles said, making (y/n) press her mouth into a straight line as her jaw set in irritation. “If they ask, tell them I tried, but you’re still a stuck up, lying, badass”

He shook his head as he walked out of the room, the door slamming behind him. Leaving (y/n) confused and angry, punching the bag out of pure frustration. How dare he come in here and try to pry her open like that, guilt her into helping his pack of animals. They could handle this on their own, they have before.

But his words stuck with her hauntingly.

The next day when (y/n) came to school, she practically crashed right into Lydia Martin, who was waiting for her to do just that. The banshee had a knack for predicting things after all.

“Oh, so sorry about that (y/n)” Lydia apologized, resting a gentle hand on the girl’s arm to show her sympathy.

“It’s fine” (y/n) muttered back quickly, already trying to walk away.

“So look, I was thinking,” Lydia continued, her hand on her arm firm and keeping her there with her. “If you could do my friends and I this one, simple, tiny favor?” Her eyes bore into (y/n’s), round and hopeful, trying to come across as pleading.

“I don’t think I owe you any favors” She shot back, yanking her arm away. “Never touch me again”

“Alright, fair, that was rude of me” Lydia apologized again, falling into step with the boxer as she tried to walk away. “Maybe this can be more of an… I owe you situation then?”

“I don’t think so” (y/n) said instantly. “Leave me alone, now” She added, sharply turning a corner to get away.

What was it with these people trying so hard to get her to crack? It wasn’t happening, they could threaten her with her life and she still wouldn’t help them.

After wandering back around the halls towards her class, she’d caught sight of a certain tall boy who’d interrogated her just the other day. And without hesitation she’d grabbed him by the wrist, spinning him around before pinning him against the lockers, arm across his collarbone as she snarled at him. Just her luck, everyone else had scattered, leaving them alone again.

“Get your friends to back the fuck off of me” She muttered up to him. “All of you, even the sweet one, need to leave me the hell alone”

Stiles, though winded from the sudden predicament (y/n) had put him in, managed to smirk down at her.

“Don’t think that’s gonna happen, sweetheart” He taunted, which only fueled her frustration. “See, they’ve come to the consensus that, without you, we’re dying. All of us, Lydia supposes”

“I already told you, I don’t know what you want from me-”

“Oh cut the shit, (y/n), you have no secrets left, we know you’re a hunter” Stiles spat out. “What’s the real reason you aren’t helping? Went back to your natural ways? Simply don’t give a shit about casualties?” She pressed her arm harder against his chest.

“Of course not” She practically growled out. “I don’t owe any of you anything, you don’t get to use me just because it’s convenient for you”

Stiles pushed her off now, catching her by surprise that he even could.

“We aren’t using you, (y/n)!” He hissed. “We’re on the same side here! You don’t want to get killed, and neither do we!”

“Yes you are! Just cause I have weapons and I know how to use them!” She snarked, an accusatory finger pointing up at him. “I’m not some prize to help win a war, I’m not going through that bullshit again. Now leave me alone”

She was going to head to class for certain this time, but was dragged back by Stiles. What was it with these people grabbing her?

“Don’t touch me” She uttered, pulling her arm out of his hold.

“We aren’t using you, (y/n)” He repeated, but kinder this time. “We need you, okay? There’s no way we’re getting through this one without your help. Yeah, you know how to do what you do, and you do it really fucking well, alright? We need that”

(y/n) didn’t say anything at first, just stared at him as she took in his words. She didn’t want to get caught up in another supernatural versus hunter war like she had earlier this year, but Stiles didn’t make it seem like that at all. And he was right, her life was at stake because of her interference with Liam and that stray omega the other night.

“Okay” She eventually hummed.

“Okay? As in okay you’ll do it?” He asked, suddenly ecstatic that he’d gotten her to cave.

“Meet me in the library after school. Tell me everything. I’ll decide then” She told him, before walking off.

She wondered if this was even worth it.

“I told you! I knew she’d cave to you!” Lydia exclaimed with happiness at the lunch table, making Stiles roll his eyes. “Didn’t I say? Didn’t I tell you he’d have the best of luck? And I thought I ruined all chances this morning”

“I’m surprised I didn’t” Stiles said. “Thought she was gonna beat me up or something” He shook his head as he recalled the way she had glared at him when he was pinned to the wall of lockers. “But she agreed to meet after school-”

“That’s great!” Kira chirped.

“-with just me” Stiles finished, causing everyone to share suspicious glances with one another. “I really think that we need to just ease her into the idea of helping if we want her to stick around-”

“This can’t possibly work” Malia cut in. “If she’s only going to talk to you then how the hell is she an ally to the rest of us?” She asked, but no one responded. “Am I wrong?”

“I’ll come with you” Scott decided. “It makes sense that I do, at least maybe she can get used to being around me too”

“I don’t know…” Stiles hesitated. “She’s seriously not good with new people, I’ not kidding I thought I was gonna die-”

“You’re dramatic” Lydia rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand. “Let Scott go, you guys can figure out a plan, and then we’ll figure out what to do from there”

Stiles looked to Scott unsurely, but the alpha seemed to agree that it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Fine” He muttered. “But if she backs out, it’s on you”

“What’s he doing here?” Was (y/n’s) immediate reaction when Stiles and Scott sat down across from her at a secluded table in the library. Stiles had turned and given Scott a smug look before answering her.

“He didn’t give me a choice” He sighed. “So, are you in or out?”

“Stiles,” Scott muttered, “It’s not a heist” (y/n) snorted at the comment, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back comfortably in her chair. If she was being honest, she quite liked the way they were desperate for her help.

“Just a reminder, that your life is at stake here too” Stiles said before she could back out right away. “They’re trying to track down hunters, they just don’t care if a few others get taken out along the way”

“Is that supposed to threaten me?” She asked, quirking a brow. “You think nothing’s tried to already?”

“Well… I guess but-”

“I think I can handle a few omegas” She stated confidently.

“Yeah? Well Liam couldn’t handle the one on his own. You think you’re good enough to?” Stiles snapped, earning a rough pat on the shoulder from Scott to get him to shut up. “What? I’m just saying, you think you’re top notch? Then take care of it yourself”

“Stiles,” Scott hissed, sure that he was about to drive away they’re only hope.

“Alright,” (y/n) shrugged with a grin on her lips. “I’m in”

“See, look what you- wait what?” Scott caught himself as he processed what she’d actually said. “You’re in?”

“Yeah” She nodded, packing up her things.

“Why?” Scott asked. “I mean, if you wanted to help why haven’t you?”

“Because you’re obviously desperate” She said simply. “You’ve all been stalking me for the past two days. And you,” She nodded to Stiles. “You’re an annoying prick, I’d like to see you try to fight a werewolf on your own” She laughed to herself at the idea while Stiles squinted in annoyance.

“Thank you” He uttered out, but she just smiled and winked with a click of her tongue before putting her backpack on to leave.

“I have training to get to” She stated. “Let me know when you’re in dire need of my help”

And with that, she’d taken off out of the library. Leaving Stiles annoyed and Scott relieved.

“She’s great” Scott said, getting his own things together to head home. “I can’t believe she said yes, this is great news”

“Yeah. She’s just wonderful” Stiles responded bitterly.

“Come on, even you have to see the opportunities here. An alliance? Maybe even friendship? Who knows, this is a whole new avenue and I just can’t believe she’s on our side-”

“Alright! I get it” Stiles mumbled the second half and grabbed his bag to leave. “I’ll call you later, I have homework” He grumbled.

Stiles knew that (y/n) (y/l/n) was perfection at it’s finest, he knew there was no way anyone could ever taint her image. But he also knew she was a cocky asshole that was about to use everything against him.

He knew that she knew that he owed her. And he didn’t like owing people. So, he planned to make it up to her before she could ask any insane favors.

Using his detective skills he found her insta handle -from Lydia- he stalked her for a while before coming up with some decent ideas on how to make it up to her.

The following morning he started his plan, by bringing her breakfast. (y/n) spent her morning time in the library, seeing as no one can really bother anybody there. But when Stiles showed up with a bag of a donut and a bagel, along with the same coffee she was certain she’d posted a picture of on her instagram, she was surprised, to say the least.

“What… is this?” She asked, hesitantly taking the items, hoping he wouldn’t sit at the table with her.

“Breakfast, duh” Stiles played dumb, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her.

“Oh… you’re sitting” She sighed quietly to herself.

“Most important meal of the day you know. Wasn’t sure if you liked bagels or donuts so picked one of each”

(y/n) nodded, peeking in the bag and if she was being honest, both sounded great right about now.

“Where’s yours then?” She asked, quirking a brow at his lack of a meal.

“Oh, I ate at home” Stiles said simply.

“As in you ate, went out, bought me breakfast, stalked me to find a coffee-”

“I did not!”

“-and then came into my space- again- to give me the breakfast you creepily bought for me?” Stiles looked like a deer caught in headlights. She stared at him impatiently for his response.

“I mean- I’m trying to be nice, we’re going to friends here on out so-”

“No” (y/n) shook her head. “We aren’t friends, Stiles. You think that you owe me, and you’re trying to make it up with food”

“What-”

“Stiles. You don’t have to do that” She spoke like it irritated her. “In fact, please just repay me by letting me have my peace and quiet back, please” She asked him this carefully, hoping he’d just take the hint and leave her alone unless she was needed. The boy sighed, standing up from his seat.

“Fine” He grumbled. “But my number is on the receipt in the bag. You’ll probably need it for werewolf stuff” She nodded, waiting for him to head off. He hesitated for a moment, but turned to leave.

As soon as she thought she was going to be alone to have this breakfast, he turned back around.

“But you know what- yeah I’m trying to pay off my debt, but you don’t have to shut everyone out of your life just because you’re trying to stay a badass. You can kick ass and still have friends. We do it all the time. So maybe learn to just suck it up, and make friends for the time being?”

She didn’t say anything, just stared at him in surprise with her hands wrapped around the plastic coffee cup.

“I’m tracing their steps tonight with Malia,” He informed her. “If you decide you want to come, you have the number”

And then he left.

She wasn’t exactly sure what that was all about, but enjoyed the breakfast nonetheless. It was kind of sweet after all.

part two coming soon :)

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