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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 30 -

NOW YOU KNOW ME, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

A/N: Oof. I'm an emotional wreck over here. I think this is my best chapter yet. It definitely is my longest. I have been waiting to write this since... well, a very long time for sure. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!

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>> Warnings: Some language (always), mild jealousy, alcohol consumption, partying, mentions of parental cheating

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June 30th, 2015

It's Natalie's birthday, so you and Levi planned a little getaway. Of course, she caught on quickly, so it wasn't a surprise anymore. And she asked for just a few, specific things.

She wants it on the beach, she wants your close friends there, and she wants a lot of alcohol.

As you pull up, with Natalie and Levi, to the beach house you have rented, you feel an extreme amount of excitement building up. A beach party in general is fun, but a 'Natalie' beach party is going to be something else.

It's a big house. It has a wrap-around porch, tons of windows, a pool, and a staircase leading directly to the beach. It is beautiful, and perfect for the party.

You claim a room with an ocean view, before everyone else arrives, and open the back doors to let the breeze blow in.

There's suddenly some chatter downstairs, which lets you know that some others have arrived, so you head back out.

The girls squeal when they see you. Jade and Dana run up and give you a big group hug.

"Dream Team together again!" Jade shouts.

"Okay, this is clearly not for me…" Levi states, grabbing his bags and taking them to the room Natalie picked.

The four of you giggle.

"I'm so glad you could come!" Natalie exclaims.

"We can only stay til the morning, but we wouldn't miss it! This one told us about your parties!" Dana points to you. "It's going to be amazing!"

"It is now!" You hear coming from the front door, seeing Niall walk with Louis right behind him.

"Hell yes!" Louis adds. "What am I agreeing to?"

You all laugh.

The rounds are made of hugs and hellos, and once everyone is settled into rooms, you all gather on the couches and chairs in the living room.

"Anybody else coming to this shindig?" Niall asks. "I know Payno can't."

"Yeah. Three of my cousins- Hunter, Heidi, and Heather. You guys know Heather."

"Oh, Heather? She's cool." Louis states.

"Yeah, plus another old friend from school, Charlotte." She looks over at you, seeing you smile because you know her. "And, Harry."

Everybody turns toward you.

"Oh, fuck off you guys!" You shake your head.

"Literally, no one said anything Y/N." Dana chuckles.

"You're all impossible."

"Pot calling the kettle…" Louis replies.

You glare at them all and stand up dramatically. "I need a drink already!"

"Good idea, bartender. She winks.

You roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen island where all the alcohol is sitting.

You pour Natalie the first drink, seeing her walk up to the counter.

"It's okay that he's coming, right?" She asks.

"Of course. We're good." You nod. "Nothing weird or bad is gonna happen."

"So you're back to denying your feelings again?" She takes a sip of her drink. "I can't keep up!"

You sigh. "He just broke up with a fucking supermodel! Why would I even try to compete with that?"

"Uh, yeah, because he broke up with her for you!" Natalie exclaims.

"What? No he didn't… did he say that?"

"Well… no…"

"Okay then." You reply.

"You both are fucking ridiculous." She growls, grabbing her drink and walking back to the couch with everyone.

You frown at her, even though her back is turned to you, and pour yourself a shot of tequila. It's not your usual at all, but you can tell you're going to need it.

"Oi oi!" Louis shouts causing your eyes to snap over to the front door.

In walks Harry, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a white shirt with a blue and green tropical print. Only a few buttons are done up, showing part of his sparrows and the top of his butterfly tattoo. His sunglasses are on top of his head and you notice how his beautiful curls are getting longer, sitting below his shoulders.

[Fuck, he's so gorgeous, it's not fair]

You feel your heart pounding as he walks over to you and stops at the counter.

He turns around to the group on the couches.

"Happy Birthday, Nat." He shouts.

"Damn right it is!" She throws up her hands and cheers. "Thank you!"

You chuckle and Harry turns back to you, dropping his bag on the stool next to him.

"This is gonna be interesting, isn't it." He states.

"I expect nothing less." You smile and shake your head. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Oh! Umm… sure. I'll take one of those." He points to the bottle of tequila and shot glass in your hand.

You pour him one, cheers with your empty glass, and watch him slam it down.

"Why are you doing shots? You don't like tequila…" He asks.

"You kind of need them for Natalie's parties." You chuckle.

"Oh! So it is definitely going to be interesting."

You nod. "It hasn't even started."

His eyes get wider. "Oh god."

You giggle, trying to hide the fact that you are biting your lip unintentionally.

"M'gonna find a bed and prepare myself for… all this…" he winks, and you can't help but watch him walk away.

Your eyes find Natalie, who is wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

[You'll definitely need a few shots tonight]

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After everyone else shows up, and Heidi and Charlotte are done fawning over the boys of One Direction, the party gets into full swing.

Charlotte has made her way to the spot on the couch next to Harry, and he is focused on his conversation with her. She's your school friend, and you're happy she's here, but your jaw is clenched as you watch them from the other side of the room.

You feel a nudge against your arm.

"Whatcha doin Superstar?" Niall asks.

"Just hanging out."

"And maybe trying to summon some mind powers to shove your friend off the couch?" Niall laughs.

You see Harry's eyes subtly shift to you out of his peripherals, but keeps his focus on Charlotte.

You shake your head. "No…"

"Yeah okay Y/N."

"Niall, knock it off." You scold.

He brings his hands up in defense. "Okay. Just figured, with ya feelings and all, you'd… take this opportunity or something…"

"Opportunity for what exactly?" You glare at him.

"You two are impossible." He sighs. "I'm getting another beer."

He walks away and you roll your eyes.

[Nothing is going to happen. Not that you don't kind of want it to, but… it's just complicated, and you're scared. He broke up with a supermodel… so if she wasn't good enough then you know definitely aren't]

You feel another nudge on your arm and turn to see Natalie's cousin, Hunter.

"It's been a fucking long time, dude." You smile.

"Yeah, like, who the hell are you now?" He laughs and you give him a hug.

"That's a good question!" You laugh in reply.

You look back over to see Charlotte laughing as Harry tells her something funny.

Your chest tightens and you look back to Hunter, who happens to be looking in the same direction.

"I need a shot."

"Same." He replies.

He follows you over to the kitchen, and you jump up onto the counter, pouring two more shots. You down it quickly and as you look over to the couches, you see Harry's head turn back to Charlotte. He says something, she nods, and he gets up from the couch.

Your heart starts to race again as he walks over towards you.

As he gets to you, he reaches his hand out to Hunter. "Hey mate, I'm Harry."

"Yeah, man, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Heather's brother, so I hear a lot about you guys."

"Oh, right. Awesome." He looks at you. "May I have another, please?"

You nod, hand him another shot, and he lifts it up. "Cheers." He shoots it back and places the glass on the counter.

Hunter touches your arm and leans in. "I'm gonna chat with Charlotte real quick, I'll catch up with you later."

"Have fun…" you reply.

Harry's gaze follows Hunter as he walks over to Charlotte, and you watch Harry.

"I know he's liked her for a while, but no moves have been made, so you don't have to worry." You state, clearing your throat as Harry's head snaps back to look at you.

"What? No. I don't…" he furrows his brow. "No, we were just chatting."

"Oh. Okay." You reply, feeling relieved and a little foolish for potentially sounding jealous.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

You shrug. "Yeah. You?"

He shrugs too. "I'm waiting for it to get crazy."

You laugh, and look over at Natalie, who is turning up the music as Levi sets up some red solo cups on a table.

"Well, I think it's about to…" you gesture towards your friends.

"Really? Beer pong?" He asks.

"Not exactly…" you respond.

"Tequila Pong!!" Natalie shouts, and everyone around her cheers.

You shake your head as Harry's mouth drops open.

"Y/N! Get your ass over here!" Natalie shouts.

You look over at Harry, his mouth still open, and shake your head when you turn back to Natalie.

She pouts. "It's my birthday, you're my partner, and you're also the reigning champ!"

Harry lets out a huge laugh. "Oh my god!"

You smack his arm and hop off the counter, shrugging at Harry as you make your way to the table.

"I've gotta see this." He states as he follows close behind.

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The first two games end quickly. Natalie wasn't lying, you are very good at it.

Harry is standing close to the opposite end of the table with one arm across his chest and the other pulling on his lip, as he watches intently.

"Okay friends. Niall and Louis, lost. Hunter and Charlotte, lost. So who's next?" Natalie asks, pointing around at the group.

"I'll have a go at it." Harry states.

"Really?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, seems easy enough." He replies, and you let out a huge laugh.

"Okay, cocky. Hope it's not a huge blow to that ego when you lose."

He smirks at your trash talk and you stick your tongue out at him.

Levi steps up to be his partner and Natalie bounces in excitement. You motion for them to start.

Harry sinks his first shot and your mouth drops open this time.

"I think my ego will be fine." He winks.

You squint at him and take your own shot, also sinking it into the cup.

After a lot of back and forth, almost all of the cups are empty, leaving one cup on each side of the table. Both Natalie and Levi miss their shots, so it's down to you and Harry. He goes first and it bounces right over the rim. He throws up his hands and the group on his side all groan.

Now it's up to you and you focus as you line up your shot. Your eyes momentarily snap up to Harry as he bites his bottom lip.

"Don't miss." He whispers, and you keep your eyes on him as you take the shot, landing it right into the middle of the cup. Everyone on your side cheers and Harry bows to you.

He shuffles around the table to your side and shakes your hand. "Well played."

"You too. Wasn't expecting that."

"I can say the same."

He licks his lips and pulls them in, then looks down to see that you two are still shaking hands.

He clears his throat. "You were right, this did get wild."

You let out a big laugh. "Oh no, no. Trust me, there's more."

You hold up your finger, knowing exactly how Natalie will continue the night.

"What do we do next?" Natalie asks. "Never Have I Ever?"

You slightly lean towards Harry and whisper "or strip poker."

"Or strip poker?" Natalie adds.

Harry holds in a laugh.

"Strip poker!" He yells.

"What?" You yell back.

"I hate Never Have I Ever. We do it so much in interviews and it never turns out well for me." He replies.

Much to your relief, most of the group votes for the game that Harry hates, and he groans.

You each have a drink in hand, only having to take tiny sips if you answer that you've done it. You find a seat on the couch and watch as Harry sits in a chair directly across from you.

You feel pretty good about the statements you have had to drink for. You admit to skinny-dipping, like you did that one night with the guys. You also admit to having a one night stand, which was in high school, and sneaking out of your house to go to a party. Then it was Natalie's turn. She is looking in the direction of Louis.

"Never have I ever… slept with someone sort of famous…"

Your entire body freezes and your eyes dart over to hers. She drops her head and you can barely make out her whispering "shit".

You look over at Harry and close your eyes. You, Harry, and Heidi each take a drink.

"Heidi? Who did you sleep with?" Heather asks.

"That guy from that band… Stationed… or something like that?"

"That's a local band, sis, that's not even close to famous…" Natalie states, causing Heidi to shrug.

"Well, we all figured that Harry would be sipping." Charlotte giggled. "But who was yours Y/N?"

You shake your head. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on… who was it?" She asks.

You look over at Natalie again, and shake your head.

"She doesn't have to answer. Let's move on. I think it's your turn, babe. Last question." She points to Levi.

You clear your throat as Levi asks something about smoking weed, but your head stays down.

As soon as the game ends, you stand straight up off the couch and Natalie quickly shuffles over to you. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N/N. I was looking at Niall and Louis when I asked. Kind of surprised they didn't drink. But I'm so sorry!"

"I need some air." You turn and walk out to the back patio, sitting in one of the lounge chairs.

Eyes closed and head back, you hear the door open.

"I'm fine, Nat." You state.

"Not Nat." Niall says.

"Hey." You open your eyes and sit up.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You nod. "The question just caught me off guard."

"Right." He nods. "But what about everything else?"

You furrow your brow and look right at him. "What's everything else?"

He sighs. "Fucking hell, Y/N/N. Why are you making yourself miserable?"

You gasp slightly.

"You still love Harry. I know it, you know it. I think half the people here know it." He adds. "You're not with that asshole Ryan, he's not with Candice. Just talk to him!"

"It's too complicated…" you respond.

"Nothing will happen if you don't talk to him." He replies.

"I don't know if I want anything to happen."

"Oh, c'mon, that's not tru-"

"Yes it is, Niall!" You huff out. "I'm not enough, I wasn't enough, and I don't want to put myself through that again."

"Y/N/N…"

"He figured I couldn't handle being with him and maybe he was right. Maybe I can't keep up. He shouldn't have to worry about going out in public with the person he's with. I'm not Candice. She's a fucking supermodel. She's used to that lifestyle. That's what he needs. Well, someone like that anyway."

A few tears start to form and you wipe them away.

"Y/N, stop. None of that's true."

You shake your head. "I just want to be his friend. I can still be in his life and he can have whatever he needs with someone else."

"But you love him." He argues.

"I don't think that's enough anymore."

The door opens again and you both look over to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"Hi."

You clear your throat. "Hey."

"Well, I'm gonna grab a drink. See you inside." He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then pats Harry's shoulder as he walks back into the house.

You blow out a deep breath, trying to keep composure as he takes the seat where Niall was just sitting.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just maybe a bit too drunk."

"You don't have to be sorry."

You shrug. "I wouldn't have made it awkward in there if I wasn't."

"Natalie asked the stupid question." He growls. "And I'm the one who… who made it so you had to answer it…"

You look directly into his intoxicating green eyes, making you feel as if you could be drunk on them alone, even without the alcohol.

[No, dummy, you feel that way because of the alcohol]

"I'm… I'm not upset that I had to answer it… I…" You attempt to lean forward on the edge of the lounge chair but it starts to tip, causing you to start to fall off. You grab Harry's shoulder as he grabs your hand, pulling you up as he stands.

"Shit." You smack your hand on your forehead.

"Maybe we should get you inside. Maybe to bed." He suggests.

You pout. "I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. Just… not as coordinated as usual."

He chuckles. "Are you sure? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"You're so sweet." You immediately blush and clear your throat. "I'll be fine. The party isn't over yet."

"Seriously?"

"It's probably winding down now… are they playing 'spin the bottle'?"

He bursts out laughing. "Yes!"

"Okay, I think she's about to order about ten pizzas and suggest watching a movie."

"What, is like every party exactly the same?"

"No." You shake your head. "But I know her too well."

He nods.

"Plus she told me her plans." You smirk.

His mouth drops open. "Oh my god, you little…"

You burst out laughing this time. "That was fun!"

He glares at you, looking down at your big grin, then back to your eyes.

"I can't believe you."

He is still holding your hand as he opens the door to go back inside, and you let go before you walk through the doorway behind him.

He looks back at you and drops his head for a second.

"Okay, how many pepperoni?" Natalie asks, causing you to giggle as Harry looks back at you again, this time with a big, dimpled smirk.

[Damn, you've missed that smirk. Shit. No!]

You hum slightly as you take a deep breath in, feeling your heart flutter.

[Oh, whatever, you're drunk, you can admire it]

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July 1st, 2015

You wake up on the couch, with a blanket laying on top of you. You sit up slightly, feeling a decently painful throb.

"Oh my god." You groan, holding one side of your head.

You hear another groan coming from someone on the floor next to you and you peer over to see Harry laying there with just a pillow under his head.

"Shit." He states, squinting as he tries to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Harry? Did you sleep on the floor all night?"

"Mhmm." He hums.

"Why?"

"I… well, you were pretty drunk… I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You were drunk too…" you reply.

"Yeah, but I wasn't twirling around, with a whisk in my hand, belting out 'Don't Stop Believing' over and over."

Your cheeks are flooded with embarrassment. "Oh my god… I didn't…"

He nods.

"Did I do anything else stupid?"

He scoffs. "It wasn't stupid! It was probably the best part of the night."

You smile.

"My favorite part at least." He utters under his breath.

You gasp slightly.

He clears his throat and slowly starts to stand up. "I'll make coffee."

"Thank you. I'm going to take a quick shower." You get up from the couch and make your way to the bedroom, grabbing some clothes, and going to the bathroom.

As you let the water wash over your body, moments from the night before start coming back.

You remember sitting on the couch all together as you ate your pizza, with your legs draped over Harry's. You remember giggling during the entire movie. Of course, you now remember singing and dancing around with that damn whisk.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself, washing the conditioner out of your hair. As you turn off the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel, you gasp.

You remember something else. You remember that you tried to kiss Harry.

"No! Fuck! No!" You groan, keeping as quiet as possible.

And then you also remember that he pulled away.

"Oh my god. Y/N, you idiot!"

You get dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts over your swimsuit, throwing your hair back in a low bun.

You stop at your door, extremely nervous to walk out there and face Harry, embarrassed about your actions last night.

[He rejected you. Of course he did, you dummy]

You take a deep breath and head back out to the kitchen. You hear a bit of clanking around, and as you turn the corner, you see Harry making breakfast. Or brunch, rather.

"Smells so good." You state, taking in the scent of the delicious food he has prepared.

"Thought I'd make some hangover food that I know you like."

"Oh?" You reply.

"Breakfast burritos!" He grins.

You giggle. "That's perfect."

He puts one on a plate and places it in front of you. "How're you feeling now?"

"The shower definitely helped." You take a bite and then look directly at him. "Some embarrassing memories came flooding back though."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Definitely remember the singing and dancing now."

He grins.

"And, just, like the movie and stuff." You gulp. "Did I do any other stupid things I should know about?"

He looks down at his burrito and then back up at you.

[Shit. He remembers…]

"No. You didn't do anything stupid." He gives you a smirk and then takes a bite of his food.

You exhale. "Oh good."

[Good! Maybe he doesn't remember]

He clears his throat. "I, uh, saw everyone outside on the beach. Wanna go down there?"

You smile and nod. "Okay."

You grab your sunglasses as he goes to change. You take some breaths to calm down your nerves, but they only come right back as Harry walks back out.

He's got on a dark blue button up, with literally no buttons done, completely open and showing all of his tattoos.

[Holy fuck]

He has on white swim shorts and a sunglasses sitting on top of those gorgeous locks.

[Well, if you were drunk right now you would definitely be attempting to kiss him…]

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhmm."

He motions for you to lead the way and you both head out of the door, down the patio steps, and right onto the beach.

You drop your towel, put your sunglasses on, and jog over to your friends.

"Hey pretty lady. How do you feel?" Natalie asks.

"Good… what about you?"

"The night is a blur but I feel fine." She replies, causing you to glare at her apparent lack of a hangover.

"Hey, love! We need another player! Wanna join." Louis asks.

"For what?"

"Volleyball! We had to makeshift a net and shit but it works."

You look over at Harry, who is sitting on his towel, with his knees pulled towards him, reading a book.

[Maybe this will take your mind off of the stupid drunken stunt you tried to pull last night]

"I'm not gonna turn down an opportunity to kick your ass!" You joke.

"You're on my team, you little shit!" Louis exclaims.

"Oh." You bend over laughing.

He shakes his head and you walk over with him to the volleyball court they've seemed to have made.

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

If Harry thought he couldn't love you more, he was wrong. And it's killing him.

Watching you laugh, hitting the ball around, and joking with all your friends… it's bringing him so much joy, and yet so much pain.

He thinks about how you tried to kiss him last night. He so badly wanted your lips on his, but he knew you were drunk, and didn't want you to regret anything in the morning. He didn't want to pull away, at all, but he knew he had to.

You don't seem to remember it anyway. You didn't bring it up in the list of memories that came to you in the shower. He feels as if that proves it would've just been a drunken mistake for you.

He wasn't lying when he said you didn't do anything stupid. It wasn't stupid to him. But it's hard to not want to kiss you right now, so he will just sit and watch from afar, so that he doesn't do anything stupid himself.

He's got his book, but he can't seem to keep focused on it. Whenever he hears you laugh, he looks over. He misses hearing that sound every day.

He sighs and lays back on the towel, covering his eyes with his arms.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down his heartbeat when he hears a shuffling near him. He opens his eyes and looks to the side.

"You don't want to join in on the fun?" Natalie asks, reaching around into her small bag.

"I'm having fun…" he replies.

"I can sit out if you wanna play…"

He props himself up on his elbow and looks over to you, sighing when he hears you laugh again.

Natalie drops down to sit by her bag, but looks over to him.

"Harry…"

"Yeah?" He looks over to her.

"Please talk to her."

"What?"

She sighs. "You're going to be miserable until you do."

"Why the hell do you care, Nat? You hate me." He scoffs.

"Honestly, I don't know why I care." She shrugs. "But… I don't hate you. I just hate what you did."

"I hate it too."

"So why not just talk to her?" She asks, brow furrowed out of confusion.

"She…" he looks over to you, seeing you laugh while you bump into Louis as you both run for the ball. "She deserves everything good."

"Okay?"

"And I already failed." He sighs.

Natalie brings her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but everybody makes mistakes, Harry. And… I know you love her…"

"I'll settle for friendship. I still want to be in her life, I'll take what I can get."

"But you love her, Harry!" Natalie shouts, looking to the group to see if anyone heard.

"She deserves more."

Natalie smiles as she finds her phone in her bag and stands up. "Well, figure it the fuck out, because both of you are annoying the hell out of me!"

"Both?"

"Okay, party pooper. Come join in if you want to play." And Natalie runs off to rejoin the group.

~~~~~

Heather, Heidi, and Charlotte went inside after some short time in the water. Hunter soon followed.

The rest of you finish your game of volleyball and decide to head into the water to cool off. The others are already in just their swimsuits, but you run back to your towel to take off your top layers.

As you get to your towel, and kneel down, you try to peek under Harry's arms to see if he's awake.

"Hey!" You whisper.

You see a small smirk form and he moves his arms to look over at you.

"Hello…"

"We're going in the water. You should come."

"I don't know…" He replies.

You grunt. "Boo." You pull your tank top over your head and remove your shorts. All you have left on is your black bikini with a white patterned trim. You stand up, putting your hands on your hips.

"Okay you big snooze. I'll see you back here." You walk off to the water and just as you reach the shoreline, you feel a warm presence next to you.

At your side stands Harry, looking down at you as he twists his hair up into a bun. You both look at the ocean for a moment.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" You ask.

He doesn't reply, so you look over to him and find him staring out at the water too. Your eyes roll over his perfect jawline and glistening green eyes.

He takes a few steps into the water and looks back at you with a mischievous look. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in.

"Come on ya big snooze!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

He lets go of your wrist as you both wade in further to join your friends, getting about waist deep.

You talk about the night before and the next leg of the tour, before Niall and Louis decide to go back so they can find the local pub they heard about.

Natalie and Levi mention they are going back in too, leaving you and Harry alone in the ocean. You both wade in just a little deeper, so that the water is right under your chest.

"Does it make us lame, or fun, that we've stayed out here?" You chuckle.

"Definitely fun. I'm here!" Harry replies.

"Oh right, I forgot, you're the king of partying." You chuckle as you roll your eyes, remembering how many times he chose to stay at the hotel rather than go out.

[But maybe that was because of you]

"There's someone who could take that title." He chuckles.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"The champ of 'Tequila Pong' and new lead singer of Journey."

Your mouth drops open and you splash water in his face. He cups his hands to splash you back.

"Don't. You. Dare." You warn him.

"Or what?" He smirks.

"Yeah… I've got no leverage here… but you're a nice guy…" you pout.

"Hmmm… okay…" he frowns, but pulls his hands away. "You're lucky I like ya."

You subtly gasp.

[It feels so good, and so sad, to hear him say it, even just casually like that]

Your thoughts are broken up as you hear shouting from the shore.

"Can you even understand what Nat is saying?" You ask.

"Something about… drinks… soon…?" Harry squints, like he is trying to read her lips.

"Okay…" you yell to her, seeing her run back to the house, and you turn back to Harry.

"Should we go in?" You ask.

He looks at you, letting out the mildest grunt, before looking back out into the sea.

"M'gonna stay out here a little longer. I like the quiet." He replies.

You just look at him, admiring every beautiful feature of his face, and the pensive look he has displayed on it.

You two have a little conversation about vacations with your families, and then float on your backs for a little while, just enjoying the peace as the sky gets darker.

Suddenly, something hits both of your faces and you open your eyes.

"Is it fucking raining? In July?" He asks, frowning as some raindrops hit his face.

"Let's go in." You giggle, starting to wade back to shore.

As you get about thigh level, you lose your footing for a second and Harry grabs your waist to keep you steady. You instinctively place your hands on his, then stop walking and stand up straighter.

"Good?" He asks.

"Yeah." You let out, as breathy as an answer could be. You clear your throat and let go of his hands, as he lets go of your hips, but then he reaches down for the hand closest to his and walks in front to lead the rest of the way in. Your heart starts thumping and you're thankful that the noise of the ocean is drowning it out.

[Can you have a heart attack from being so overwhelmed by someone? Shit.]

You get to your stuff, and grab it all, running back to the house as heavier raindrops fall down on the both of you.

You compose yourselves on the patio, drying off and wiping the sand off your legs.

You look up to see Harry looking down at you, a smile on his face and almost a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" You smile back.

He shakes his head, keeping his smile. "Nothing."

You stand up straight and unintentionally scoot closer. "Come on. What?"

You can feel his breath on your face now and see him look down at your lips, pushing out a strong exhale which touches your face instantly. Your breathing immediately speeds up.

He shrugs. "M'just having a good time."

You bite your lower lip. "Me too."

[Get it together Y/N… he's a big flirt. That's all. He rejected your kiss, remember?]

You can feel yourself start to blush, so you open the door, and as you look inside you realize that no one else is in the house.

"Where'd everyone go?" Harry asks, walking in right behind you.

"They can't all be in bed, right?"

You both walk through the house, checking all the rooms, and realize that the two of you are the only ones there.

You pull out your phone from your little bundle of clothing and call Natalie.

"Nat, where the hell are you guys?"

"Umm… the bar…"

"What?"

"I told you that!"

"When?"

"When you were in the water with Harry."

[Oh my god, that's what she was yelling about]

"Shit!"

"You said okay…"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Hmmm… I don't know… order dinner?... have a drink?... actually talk to each other about your feelings?..."

"You sneaky bitch."

"What?"

"This was on purpose?"

"Umm… (Niall, she's onto us!)... No!"

"Niall too? You guys suck."

"Have fun! Bye!"

"No, Na-"

You look down at your phone to see that she has hung up, and you growl.

"So where is everyone?" Harry asks.

"They all went to the fucking bar."

"Oh really?" He chuckles. "Well, umm, want to order food?"

You shrug, dropping your phone on the kitchen counter. "Sure. I'm gonna take a shower first."

You take a quick shower, so you don't get lost in your thoughts too much, and put on some cloth shorts, a t-shirt, and an oversized sweater.

You shuffle out to the living room and Harry stands up, looking at his phone.

"Is Chinese okay? That's the closest thing."

"That sounds really good." You reply.

He hands his phone to you so you can add your order in the app, handing it back when you're done. He chuckles. "I should've known you'd pick the orange chicken."

You roll your eyes, as he puts in the order. "M'gonna take a quick shower too."

You make your way to the couch as he heads down the hallway. You grab the remote and scroll through the movies. By the time you've picked something to watch, he's already walking back out.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and you take a quick glance. You wonder how he has the ability to wear a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants and still look sexy as hell.

"So what're we watching?"

"Interstellar?"

"Love Christopher Nolan. Good choice."

The food arrives and you play the movie while you eat.

"Want a drink?" He asks, after clearing your plates.

"Yes please! Just a ru-"

"Rum and coke?"

You can't help but giggle. "Yes please."

He comes back over and hands your drink to you. He sits back down, and you notice that he is a bit closer to you now. Tingles start shooting through your body, and you wish you could just run your hand through this long, brown curly hair.

You start to feel warm so you remove your sweater, tugging down on your t-shirt so it doesn't cling on and come off too.

Harry chuckles as he looks down and points to your Rolling Stones top. "Is that why Ryan thought you were cheating with me?"

"What? How did y-... No, he never knew this was yours." You reply.

"He was a dickhead for even accusing you."

You drop your head. "It was probably the most hurtful thing he said."

"Oh. Umm… I'm sorry he brought me up and made it awkward or whatever."

"No, not because of you. The cheating part. He knows what happened with my parents so he knows I'd never do that." You frown at the reminder of Ryan's accusation.

"Oh! I'm sorry he did that. Like I said, a dickhead."

You nod, still frowning and looking down.

"He cheated on my mom." You blurt out quietly.

"What?" Harry scoots closer to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"My father. He cheated on my mom."

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." He replies.

It's silent for a moment, and he runs his hand through his hair.

"Y/N…"

"Yeah?"

"You said what I did to you was like what your father did to your mom." He states.

"I…" you stutter.

"But I would have never cheated on you."

You let out a big sigh, still looking down. "I know. That's… that's not why I said it."

"Oh? Umm, what was it then?"

"We don't need to talk about this, Harry."

"I'd like to know if that's okay?"

You let out a big sigh. "When he left, he walked out making sure she knew that he found someone he thought was better. He actually told her that she wasn't good enough. Who does that? Who does that to someone they once loved? He made her feel like nothing. Like she was nothing, and meant nothing." You pause to clear your throat a bit. "He told me and Sam that it had nothing to do with us, that he loved us and would always be there for us… but he never called. Not once. And so we felt like nothing to him too."

You start to tear up. "Not one fucking call!"

"Y/N… I'm so sorry."

"She cried for months. She was convinced she hadn't been good enough, like he said. That if she had done something differently, he wouldn't have wanted to find someone else. Someone he said was better."

"Y/N-"

"I told myself I was never going to let anyone make me feel that way. I never wanted someone to know me so deeply, to tell me they love me, and then throw me away. So, I focused on school and closed myself off. Even to friends. Natalie was the only person who got me to really open up and let someone in, until-" you sigh and quickly glance at him before looking down again. "Until I met you."

You wipe the tears that are now trickling down your face.

"Shit." He whispers.

"When… I mean… I told you how I felt about the night of the SNL after party…"

"And I'm still so sorry."

You shake your head. "You don't need to be, I forgave you. But…"

He winces.

"But when you…" you close your eyes and whimper, letting more tears flow down your face. "When you broke up with me, because you didn't want photos of me taken with you, it opened up the wound that my father had left. I felt like I wasn't good enough again."

You hear Harry start to sniffle, and when you look up to him, you see tears slowly trickling down his face too.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't good enough. Ever."

You sigh.

"I was nervous." He adds.

"What?"

"I didn't want people making up tons of bullshit about you and it hurting you."

"Harry… kids talked about me and my family a lot when my dad left. I have thick skin. I don't care what people say."

"I was also terrified. I was so scared that you'd be overwhelmed by all the bullshit I have to go through. That it would all be too much."

You shook her head. "I told you it wasn't…"

"I know. But… I've heard that before, from people I didn't care about nearly as much as I love… loved… you. And it hurt back then with them, so I was selfishly protecting myself from that. I knew it would hurt way more if that happened with you."

"I wouldn't have done that. I love… loved… you. I wouldn't have done that."

"Maybe I was also like you too." He states, turning his gaze up to your eyes and widening his slightly as he sees you looking right back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I… I think it would've hurt me that much, yes because I loved you, but also because… you were the only one to treat me as 'Harry', and not 'Harry Styles from One Direction'. Besides my family, you know me better than anyone. Probably even more than the guys." He clears his throat again, looking away and wiping a tear from his cheek.

"I was terrified that I had opened up to you that much and it wouldn't… it wouldn't have been enough for you to stay if you got overwhelmed."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

"You didn't. I guess I was protecting myself from getting to that point."

"Harry…"

He runs his hand through his hair and frowns.

"It wasn't fair to you. I was just scared."

You sigh. "Me too."

You both sit in silence again, both staring at your own hands and fidgeting with your own fingers.

"I don't want you to hate me." He admits.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. "I don't hate you! We're friends now, right?"

"Y/N, I don't know if I can do that. I still lov-"

"Please. Don't."

"Yeah. Sorry." He exhales. "Watching you this weekend… was torture."

"Huh?"

"You were so… playful, and happy, and free. And having so much fun. We never got to be like that, especially not in public. It's been too hard not to feel guilty about that. And… It's been too hard to not want that now. I still want to be with you. Probably now more than ever."

Your heart flutters as intensely as ever.

[You want that. You do want that]

You find yourself giving a single nod, and when you look up at him, he smiles, taking a look at your lips.

He leans in and your heart races. You can feel his warmth, and his breath, and your lips slowly get closer.

He rests his forehead against yours and you both breathe heavily.

[You want that. But you're still worried]

"I-..." You stutter, pulling away slightly. "I don't know if I can do it, again. Another time. I'm still too scared. I mean, you dated and broke up with a supermodel. I am far from that!"

"That's kind of the point." He smirks.

You look back down at your hands. "I don't know. I've still got those scars, even though you don't always see them. I don't show emotions."

"I'm sorry."

You shake your head. "But…"

You look up, seeing a hopefulness shimmering in his eyes, which makes you smile.

"I'm scared. If and when I do open up, the memories… and the pain gets too hard. But…"

He shifts in his seat.

"I didn't feel any of it when I was with you." You clear your throat. "I think that's why I'm scared. I'm scared of letting my guard down again and getting hurt again."

"I want you to know that you're enough for me, Y/N. I want to show you."

"Harry, you don't need t-"

"Yes I do! You need to know how good you are. How perfect you are to me." He replies.

An urge ignites inside you and you lean towards him, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He exhales, smiling against your lips, but then pulls away.

"Give me ten chances to prove it to you."

"Ten?" You exclaim. "That seems a bit excessive…"

He frowns. "How about three?"

"I don't know, Harry."

"Please?" He pleads.

You giggle. "You're not gonna let me argue this, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Three chances and…" he gulps. " Then you can ignore me forever if you want."

"I wouldn't do that. But alright." You smile and lean in closer to him again but he stops you.

"I want to wait. Is that okay? I want you to see the proof first."

You smile even bigger and nod. There's not an ounce of disappointment from rejection, only excitement and feeling… cherished.

[You feel cherished, even more than before]

"But we can cuddle while we finish the movie… if you want…"

You lean against his side as he places his arm around your shoulders.

"We are never gonna hear the end of it from Natalie and Niall, ya know." You state.

"What?"

"Apparently, they set this whole thing up. To leave us alone. To get us to talk."

"Hmmm…" He chuckles. "I suppose I should thank them but I hate giving them the satisfaction."

"Yeah, but I'll give them this win. Feels worth it so far." You look up and wink at him.

He leans down and kisses your forehead. "Last one… for now, I hope."

~~~~~

July 10th, 2015

:harry: can i have chance #2 today?

:you: harry…

:you: you sent me almost the entire inventory of a bakery and a florist

:harry: you gave me 3 chances

:harry: no arguing

:you: fine :)

:harry: meet us at the studio at 4pm

~~~~~

You show up to the studio, fidgeting with your fingers as you walk down the hallway.

[What could this 'chance' possibly be?]

You walk in to see the guys already in the recording room, and your eyes immediately fall onto Harry. He instantly sees you too and gives you the biggest grin.

Julian turns around. "Hello again Y/N!"

"Hi!". You walk up closer to the sound board. "What are they working on?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He chuckles.

"Worth it though?"

"Oh yeah!" He laughs. "It's called 'Hey Angel'. Super creative. It's in the lyrics."

You chuckle. "Awesome!"

"They're almost done with it. Take a seat if you'd like." You sit in the chair that he has pulled up next to him, and listen as Louis sings out.

(Hey Angel)

Yeah I see you at the bar

At the edge of my bed

Back seat of my car

In the back of my head

I come alive when I hear your voice

It's a beautiful sound

It's a beautiful noise

You look back over to Harry who is wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You shake your and listen as they finish up the song.

"Alright guys. That sounded good." He presses some buttons and this time they just stay in the recording room.

"Hey, Superstar!" Niall waves, grinning widely.

Louis and Liam also wave and you reciprocate the gesture, noticing that they are all smiling very widely.

"Okay. Umm… let's go ahead and do Harry's song now." Julia states.

Harry lets out a big breath and looks at the rest of the guys as he nods. "Ready?" He asks them.

His eyes lock onto yours.

"This is number two." He states, as the first chords start to play.

(If I Could Fly)

If I could fly

I'd be coming right back home to you

I think I might

Give up everything just ask me to

Instantly your heart starts racing. You can't seem to keep his gaze, while Liam sings his part next, shooting your eyes over to each of the guys before coming back to Harry.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

[Holy shit]

For your eyes only

[It's the song he sang to you at his house, on his birthday]

I've got scars

Even though they can't always be seen

And pain gets hard

But now you're here and I don't feel a thing

Your breathing gets rapid now, as you realize that Louis is singing the words that you had said to Harry at the beach house.

Pay attention I hope that you listen

'Cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenseless

Tears start sliding down your cheeks, and you do your best to wipe them away without making a scene.

While they repeat the chorus, you cross your arms around your waist, hoping to keep your body from shaking uncontrollably.

I can feel your heart inside mine

I feel it, I feel it

I've been going out of my mind

I feel it, I feel it

Know that I'm just wasting time

And I

Hope that you don't run from me

Even through your tears, you can hear their voices get softer.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The music intensifies and so do their voices. As they all start to belt out the chorus again, your tears turn to sobbing.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The others quiet down and you do your best to look up at Harry again, barely making out that he is still staring right at you, finishing the song.

For your eyes only

You feel so weak that you stumble over to the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest and burying your face between them.

You can hear the recording room door open, but can't muster up the energy or nerve to look up. Then you hear Julian's chair move, the studio door close, and some footsteps getting closer.

Someone sits down next to you, rubbing their hands up and down the sides of your legs.

"Y/N…" Harry whispers.

You can only manage out a whimper.

"Y/N… can you please look at me?" He asks.

You sniffle as many tears, and maybe some snot, as you can and raise your head. It's just the two of you now.

"Hi." He grins.

"Har-..." You stutter. "I…" you clear your throat. "I'm…" you sigh and drop your gaze again.

"Do you see how much you mean to me?" He asks, scooting closer and lifting your chin with one hand.

You blink out some tears and look at him again.

"I…" He lets out a deep breath and smiles. "I'll do absolutely anything for you. You think you're not good enough? You are everything to me, Sunshine."

You whimper hearing your nickname leave his lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else, Y/N. I tried and I couldn't. I want to be with you. I want it so fucking badly, it hurts. And that's such a stupid, cliche rom-com thing to say, but it's true."

All you can do is close your eyes to clear some more tears, and it is silent until you look back up at Harry.

"I lov-"

"No, don't." You put your fingers up to his mouth to stop him, and you see a bit of panic in his eyes. "Not yet."

He lets out another deep breath. "Yet?"

You lower your head and bite your lower lip. "Just… not yet."

He shifts in his seat and his breathing starts to quicken, trying to hold back a smile. "Yet?"

"I…" you clear your throat. "I don't want to be with anyone else either."

Harry pulls you in so quickly that you don't have a chance to think before your lips are locked together and you're melting at his touch. You drop your knees and his upper body moves over yours as you sit back against the armrest of the couch.

You feel something hit your cheek, and as you pull back to look at Harry, you see him wipe away a tear.

"Shit. M'sorry." He frowns.

You shake your head. "Don't be."

You wipe your own tear away and bite your lip, then pull him in again to get another kiss. A much deeper kiss.

The door suddenly creaks open and you look over to see Niall's head peek in.

"It worked guys!" He exclaims, joining in with the cheers you can hear coming from behind him.

"Of bloody course it's Niall." Harry utters.

You laugh and you bring your hands down to cover your face.

"You sneaky little shits." You giggle.

"Umm… you're welcome, love." Louis states.

"Thank you, Tommo…" you reply, shaking your head.

"Alright, alright. Love you darling, but we've got work to do boys." Liam instructs, giving you a wink.

Harry grins and shakes his head before leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"You'll stay, right?" He asks, as he sits back up on the couch.

You bite your lip as you sit up too, leaning over and grabbing his face to give him one last kiss.

"Yes, H. I'm staying."

He gets up and starts to walk away, but you remember something.

"Wait, what was chance number three gonna be?"

He turns back around to face you and a huge smirk appears on his face.

"I'm still going to do it, but you'll need to wait."

~~~~~

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years

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How do they react when their s/o (crush) is cold (not personality it just snowing, that kind of thing) Just seeing them shiver or sneeze.

Scout

He will offer his hoddie. Here take this! Oh! Are you sure I mean I am fine. Nah. You can wear it (he just wants you in an oversize hoodie...his hoodie!!!) When you wore it... an instant nosebleed. Scout are you o-okay!? I..am fine (s/o is so fricking cute! I wish they wore it forever...)

Soldier

He will carry you somewhere warm and be very aggressive about it. OUT OF THE WAY MAGGOTS, S/O IS SHIVERING. S/O MIGHT DIEEE!! soldier, I am fine. I just sneezed. that`s it.

Pyro

what did you expect? Campfire. I know I already mention this in another post but come on! It is so true! He will also hold hands with you and will not let go. P-Pyro I have to go... *grips harder* *s/o signs* Fine! 5 more minutes! *happy muffles from pyro* (it is never just 5 min it was definitely 1 hour but anyway)

Engineer

He will hold hands...if he had the confidence tho! Instead, he will let pyro make a campfire and makes hot cocoa. Who wants hot cocoa! You and pyro raise hands high up in the air. Hehe...here you go pyro and s/o!

Heavy

Hugs with you for warmth. He will make it seem like a normal friend thing but it is definitely not. He pretends like he does to everybody but nono he doesn`t care if it is others...But for you! He will hug you. Are you warming up s/o? y-yes... (we are so close...I can hear his heartbeat...it is so fast...no I am just imagining! His heartbeat is perfectly normal...I think)

Demoman

He will hug you. He will pretend to be really drunk and hug you very tightly. (He is not that drunk he just wants to make it seems like an accidental thing.) Once he has warmed you up. He will yet again pretend to realize what he did. Oh sorry s/o! Didn't realize I was hugging you. I guess I was too drunk haha! (no he was not too drunk he was fine but anyway)

Sniper

He wants to hug you...so bad. Sadly his nervousness and shyness take over. He will keep you close. Let you lean on him or wrap an arm around you. He acts pretty chill about it...oh no no but inside he is having a million heart attacks. (Am I making s/o uncomfortable? Is s/o blushing? no, its just me. I am just doing some normal friend things.) If someone approaches he will instantly be back to position. Nope nothing happened :)) (Thank god they did`t see me.)

Medic

He will give you his coat. He will just quietly put the lab coat on you. ...He is having a whole emergency lockdown in his head, (Oh look at s/o. That coat is perfecting wrapping around them!! I wish I had my camera with me!!! ) Thanks for the coat medic! U-Uh yeah, no problem! It would be trouble if you got a cold!

Spy

You have probably guessed it. He will give you his jacket (like the suit thing idk what it is called. I am pretty sure it is a jacket anyway) The jacket is so warm, you smile softly spy. Bang! Damit. That is another cute attack. He will pretend to be cool on the outside but inside...he is red as a tomato. He often gives you his jacket even if you aren`t cold. I wonder why... (It is of course because you are cute!) :)))

Hey guys! Let me tell you something funny. Due to my terrible grammar, I have Grammarly (my grammar really sucks). And whenever I write the word ''solider'' it would always change the word into ''More solid'' for me. lmao. Idk it is always so funny to me. I find the most random shit the funniest thing ever. MORE SOLID

#tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader

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Frankie’s SDCC Diary - June 26th 12:01am MST (Monster Standard Time)

Ow-Ow-Ow! Brain freeze!

Uh, can I get up now?

Cause this bed is really uncomfortable, these straps are cutting off my circulation, and someone has dressed me in really ugly clothes. I don’t know how I know they’re ugly but yikes are they scary and not in a good way.

Mom is crying and telling me how beautiful I am. While my dad is running around like a crazy person shouting, “It’s alive!” It? I am most definitely not an “it”. What I am mostly is happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry – all at the same time. . . hmmm maybe I am an “It”.

Dad has stopped circling the lab long enough to un-strap me, hug me and name me. Frankie. Frankie Stein.

I like it. It seems to suit me somehow.

Dad helps me stand and he walks me over to a mirror. I can tell that he’s nervous cause this is the first time he’s stopped talking since I was born.

I like the way I look. My hair is long and straight and white with streaks of jet black. My left eye is green, my right eye blue and my lips are full with a definite pout.

I spin to see what I look like from behind and “rrrrippp”! I hear my mom say, “Honey I told you should have used the more expensive thread!”

She rushes over with her sewing kit and does a quick fix on my leg where the stitches have torn.

“Your father is a brilliant man and a great mad scientist but he’s a bit of a cheapskate.”

My dad says, “I am not a cheapskate I’m frugal.”

“Frugal my neck Bolts,” mom says back.

“Why did we have to wait until a thunderstorm rolled through to have our daughter when we could have simply used power from a wall outlet? It’s not like we’re living in the 18th century any more.”

Dad answers back, “Now dear, you know we’ve already had this discussion. A child should have a sense of tradition and if it was good enough for us it’s good enough for her.”

I think I like the idea of tradition. It makes me feel like I have a real history. I can tell mom just wanted me here sooner and that’s pretty cool too.

I’m not sure what I should do next but out of all the things I’m feeling, hungry seems to be pushing itself to the top of the list. Dad says we can fix that and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

Okay so I’m sitting at a table covered in food that looks and smells scarylicious.

The Most Scarylicious:

Pizza- How could there possibly be anything better than this?

Oranges- Peel’s nasty – inside delicious!

French Fries- Little wands of magical tasty goodness!

Chocolate – Wow! This stuff is to absolutely live for!

Ice Scream – It's just . . . Perfect.

The Just Plain Scary

Brussels Sprouts – These seem to be small yet thoroughly evil cabbages.

Liver – Am I being punished for something?

Sauerkraut – One of my dad’s experiments gone wrong?

After I’ve tried everything mom comes in with a beautiful cake and 1 candle. Dad tells me to make a wish and blow the candle out. What do you wish for when you have everything?

Dad thinks I need to get caught up on pop culture since I’ll be starting high school this year so he had Uncle Egor, he's not really related but he’s been in the family like forever, buy some "Fashion" magazines to help me. Uncle Egor seems to be very sweet but I don’t think he always brings back what he's supposed to.

I’m just not sure that articles on “Gifts Ideas for the Ghoul who has Everything” or “Tips on Turning Your Backyard Guillotine into a Food Processor” are really helpful.

Dad comes to my rescue with a copy of last year’s Monster High Yearbook.

Wow! Everybody at Monster High looks so cool! I really love the way Clawdeen Wolf dresses and Draculaura seems really sweet – at least from her paintings – Vampires don’t show up in photographs. I can’t wait to meet and get to know them.

Mom and dad pull out the old photo albums and we spend the next few hours looking at pictures from their past.

It was scary cool, especially the wedding album! Lots of guests and they were all carrying torches. Very romantic!

Mom and dad tell me they had to move a lot because of dad’s business and they didn’t want to have children until they found a place where they could really settle down. When they finally moved here they knew they were home.

We stay up through the night, me asking questions and mom and dad telling stories about their life together.

I start to yawn and mom says, “Off to sleep and a recharge for you now.”

Dad looks at his watch and says, “Just one more thing you have to see before bed.”

He leads us to the top of the house and onto a balcony facing east. The sky slowly catches fire as the sun burns off the early morning darkness. “It’s so beautiful,” I say.

Then dad and mom give me the biggest hug and tell me “It’s never been so beautiful as it is today because we get to share it with you.”

I love my life and can’t wait to see where it goes from here!

Thanks to all the mad scientists at Mattel who helped bring me and my Monster High friends to life!

♡ Frankie Stein

#fromfrankie #frankie stein #frankie's mom #frankie's dad #egor #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #sdcc 2010 #frankiesdcc #year01 #all

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olabanjitech · 3 months

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Dating a Curvy- The best way to LiveIf you are new I am John this is my beautiful wife danique and together we are Big Woman and Gringo, what's going on guys welcome back to our channel. Today are referring to dating a BBW Women the best way to survive it it's not that hard to survive it we've previously taken care of a couple of stuff in our very last video clip so we're going to skim over a few particulars but we all do get some pretty succulent kinds for you personally. Perform, so these days 1st step on our collection is exactly what we mentioned inside our previous video which is the tunes along with the belly dancing. Uh, within my Fat culture it is essential to hear excellent audio, to enjoy SSBBW audio and so as to dancing it. "great songs" very good tunes not very good tunes good audio. If you are dating a Big Woman, very important, you need to dance just a quick tip before we move on if you want to really impress your BBW girlfriend wife whatever she may be learn how to dance salsa, it's hard, I don't know how to do it I'm not good at it but if you just want to get by the way that I live my life you can dance bachata or merengue and she will love you just the same and for those of you that are learning you need to know two things Merengue one-two one-two one-two, bachata one two three up one two three up and when you start to learn that will all make sense to you, moving on, no first oh, wait, after merengue salsa bachata you need to learn to shake your booty, i think for me it's very important, uhm, my music I am always doing stuff with music I get ready listening to music I shower and I listen to music I cook another sort of music everything in my life revolves around good music and when I come into the house after getting off work whatever I'm doing really usually I catch her dancing around doing something and fat ladies dating site then you know what it's a pretty cool thing to walk into it's just it's a lively environment yes for dancing. Indeed, we haven't completed that yet, trendy movements. You'll get there, I'll get there we'll find out jointly. Next, we have food food is the best when you're in a relationship with the SSBBW. Yeah, most critical the arepas. Arepas for breakfast, arepas for meal, arepas for lunch, and arepas for merienda. Of course, arepas all the time, everyday, all day long, it never gets aged, its our loaves of bread. Arepas with cheese arepas with carne mechada, arepas con reina pepiada, arepa with this particular, arepa with this, arepa with everything. It's excellent you should attempt it! a single extremely funny factor that I identified to become humorous since we received more inside a relationship will be the social media facet of dating a BBW and plenty of you who maybe have never ever out dated a Big Woman or are just starting to or wish to you need to you ought to be mindful of this as i began dating Overlook Danique right here I began receiving a majority of these randomly just good friend comments and requests on my pictures and photosphotos and videos and, I, they were all BBW Singles labels I used to be like who the h..who seems to be this oh yeah that's my nephew that's her thirdly relative two times taken out that's my granddad, that's my sister's cousins father's child. They are all family she's related to everybody I swear she's related to everybo... she's probably related to you. i don't know, though it's ridiculous. It could be overpowering, I assumed I was receiving actually well-liked it turns out I wasn't Danique is definitely actually well-liked by her friends and family. all my enjoys started to get, you understand numerous likes on my small posts, I thought I was, was carrying out anything right I thought I found myself going to grow to be, you realize, Instafamous. No, just family. and the other factor that we sense is quite challenging for John to manage is dating like literally dating a Big Woman I couldn't time me I have a big perspective, oh indeed, extremely fiery.

.. they have a fuse that can be lit oh yeah so easily, oh so very easily. I've figured out to be a way better gentleman in the romantic relationship. You must be a gentlemen! If you've never dated one, you have to be, you can't date a Plus size and not be a gentleman. it's like you don't understand. One or the other, because either if you don't they're either gonna get mad at you and just go off on you or they're gonna cry. You don't available the door on her, you don't really know what part you happen to be going to get. "Who are you, who performed I wed, what happened" You only don't know. You must be a gentleman and you need to be in a position to deal with the hot attitude. Yeah. Which is a little sexy im not gonna lie to you, because I get cussed at in English. I really like it. You know whenever she really starts going off on me in English, deep down I'm kind of like "nice" but then you have to stand you're ground. sometimes you know I gonna fight back, but I never win. Nope, doesn't happen because even if you're right when dating a BBW Singles, you're wrong. You're wrong it's it's excellent, you already know you get accustomed to it, you do, you might enter into a romantic relationship together with the Big Beautiful Woman being a powerful impartial guy, you are making it noise so terrible, its not too poor. It's not really that bad. You merely reached get accustomed to it. I wouldn't already have it any other way. Truly even though? Definitely? Are you currently sure? yes, needless to say! I wouldn't have it any other way. One thing you definitely gotta be aware of when dating a Big Beautiful Woman is the fiery attitude but on a plu...on another note when they do get really mad at you and you let them win because even though you know you're right they won because that's the way they are, eventually they'll realise, okay, maybe he was right but they won't say it, instead, they will make you an arepa. there's a plus right there! yet another thing one more position probably the best stage but as well it's a little weird, these are constantly, usually clothed for the nines. You should be. It can be fantastic they are always outfitted just fall-dead lovely, cosmetics done properly, lipstick on, eyes accomplished, searching fine, making you look really good regardless of where you are going but you need to be aware of a few issues... 1: they will never be completely ready by the due date. Nope! When we say 5, we imply 7. And you learn to adapt to that, because if I want to be somewhere at 7 I try to make sure Danique is ready by 5. Then we whine exactly why are you do not ready but, you need to have been completely ready hrs earlier. I'm all set precisely why are you not all set, yeah, it's challenging. But it performs, we have to where by we have to be punctually. So little tip, just tell her to be ready a couple hours beforehand. Something different to travel in addition to it they must be prepared for, it doesn't subject where you're proceeding it doesn't subject she is going to set her best clothing on that she has offered. Placed her makeup into it makes no difference. John generally has a problem with me like getting dressed fairly to go to the films and carrying out my makeup and stuff he's like why you're starting similar to a dark space! I'm going to go on public before that, though yes. We're seeing the films you're gonna rest inside a darker room and you're going to see a motion picture no one's gonna be watching you, no one's gonna know. You're proceeding in public areas. Yes that is my position! So Dating a SSBBW be prepared! You're by no means about to be on time but it's good cause she's gonna seem lovely. And it also doesn't matter where by you're moving. That's correct. Loved ones. Family members are every thing! You are unable to date a Big Woman and never time her family as well and this noises odd, I have that but that's just the way it is. Household is everything to us and they're going to be a part of our lifestyle.

What are you saying? There always gonna take part in our existence. Everything has to do with family if John tells me, "hey babe do you want to grill"? Oh yeah yeah certain mum is arriving. Or "hello would you like to have a beverage with me"? Yeah certain mother is on its way. Family members are every thing and you only need to get accustomed to that! Possibly you want my mother or we won't workout and you also do utilized to it. But I've lived out of the country since I was, i don't know what, when we started dating it really was an adjustment it really was because I'm really close with my family? , 20?18 and 19 19, two decades outdated. And So I enjoy our family, I communicate with our family but just thin air close to the exact same level that the BBW Singles does. I phone my mother 4 times each day. Or even more. Hola mami, day! Nena if you are watching I love having you around if we make plans I legit and I've gotten used to it now it doesn't bother me at all! It does not bother me, but now I've just gotten to the point where I plan on her mom or a family member being there it's just what I do. so yes, deal with it! the idea that will go and with this, usually have a complete freezer, usually take out more, just in order to have enough foods to give whichever family member is on the way. One of the funniest things, for me of dating a Fat is, they're all medical doctors... You didn't know? No, yeah, they're all doctors! If they're not their mom is, They're all MD certified, every single one of them and! They have home remedies for everything! In case you have a belly bug we offer you te de manzanilla! If you're going bald, rub some Vicks on you're head, and you're hair will grow! if you have a broken toe, you should jump into the ocean, because the ocean thinks is everything! the seas repairs every thing! Just make sure you possess a great deal of wolf fangs readily available, the foot of the initially delivered, and toenail cuttings, put it all together you obtained a home remedy! Trademarked "BBW Singles-Gringo" I assurance it works! If you're gonna get into a relationship with a Curvy these these points will help, those are the key points that we wanted to cover of dating a Big Beautiful Woman and a few tips, and. But you will need to just find out as you go also. Each and every BBW is different. There's a few similarities that maybe hopefully this video will help you survive if you can think of anything else that maybe we didn't cover comment down below let us know, although just like every person is different! If you are a Curvy, if you're dating a Fat, if you want to start dating a Big Woman. Let us know inside the comments down below to ensure that we can return to you together with probably develop other tips of points to share. If you watch this whole video we thank you, and if you are new! !! We can't hang on to go on developing this station please remember to punch that join switch! Abandon us a like, keep us a comment, share it in your Facebook we're becoming accustomed to the concept. Let every person know. Tell them about BBW Women and Gringo! So we will talk to you guys next week we really enjoyed making this video and we enjoy doing this for you guys. so, peace! !

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dominikadecember · 1 year

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Finally! 6x15

Tax season, taxes are so weird. In the UK unless you are self-employed, the taxes just come out automatically. You don't need to put yourself through this whole thing.

Wait, if your paper records are gone that means you don't get audited? Doesn't the government monitor bank accounts and shizzle? I don't understand taxes.

Okay this dude is so weird. Did he wash his hands? Because I would seriously order a perp to wash their hands before I arrested them. I'd make a very bad cop.

Wtff???? He just??? Did he take something???

WAIT A SECOND! ARE Y'ALL GONNA TRY TO PUT ATHENA THROUGH SHIT????? NUH UH!!!! ATHENA GRANT NEEDS TO ENJOY HER LIFE!!!!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!!

Omg, eddie and chris at shannon's grave, my heart, my boys, also can gavin be any more adorable??? he is such a good actor Lmao @ Bobby, was that your attitude as well a couple eps ago???? Don't think so boo.

Same chim, i'd but as much ice cream as i could if it was 50% off. Chimney basically saved the ice cream from being thrown away Maddie. Say thank you.

Lol, taxes. JEE YUN IS ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lmfao, 'papa jail', this kid man

Yes, call an accountant! Someone who knows what this shizzle is all about. RAVI IS STILL AROUND!!!!! Loving the whole lots of testosterone in the kitchen. Once again 911 showing that what is considered domestic work is not waiting on women. ALSO THAT COP WHO USED THAT THING TO BREAK THE DOOR WAS SO TINY AND SHE WAS SO COOL BARGING IN AND BREAKING DOORS!!!!!!!!

Eddie, you just can't control your heart eyes can you?

Basically, shell out and get an accountant.

'And that piece of advice is....' I guess we will never know. Le sad. Wait a sec, wasn't Marie dead? Why isn't anyone saying anything? I think I need to rewind. It is. What the hell is going on????

Lesson learned, heels are evil but will save your life.

Buck and Eddie in action is lovely to see. Ravi is hot as hell so confident. But seriously, isn't she the dead one?

Oh ffs.

Death Doula? What is that? I am judging. Very hard. This is weird to me. I am feeling weirded out.

Awwww Eddie. You feeling alone?

Okay, is it me or does Buck seem into Natalia more than she is into him? Oh, there's that spark. Death really interests you, huh? I'm weirded out by this girl. She likes death so much.

This whole thing is so weird to me and makes me uncomfortable. It feels like it's fetishising death. I am not okay with this so much.

CHRIS HAS HOMECOMING???? He is so grown up. 'We've got time' THESE ARE NOT EDDIE'S FAMOUS LAST WORDS!!!!!!!

Chim why you sizing everybody up??? It's not prison. Not yet. Omg the conspiracy. Tax fraud??? How why??? How??? Lmao genuine. Damn. They will let really get you on anything. OH MY GOD STOP TALKING. This IRS officer is so done with idjits.

Natalia weeeeeeirds me out. Why is Buck so into her??? What makes him attracted to her??? Is it because he has an odd relationship with death at the moment? This episode is weird. I'm uncomfortable with all of this.

I relate to eating in the office so much. Is CSI theme going to start playing anytime soon? OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. ATHENA IS GOING TO TRACK THIS POS DOWN! Athena was following good detective instincts, that's all. How did he take off the bracelet without ripping it apart? ATHENA IS AWESOME OKAY SHE JUST IS. Man, I'd love to have money. But honest money, not evil like this douche. Athena is such a badass. Lmao 'not again' same here. Try to get away now assface! Wait, is he now dead dead? For realsies?

Aw, she's died. That's sad.

Eddie. My poor bby.

I love jealous Eddie. Oh now I get the memes. Because like what the fuck indeed? What are the writers even trying to do? I need someone else's perspective on this conversation. I need @matan4il's perspective because I'm uncomfortable with this conversation as well and she can always make everything better.

Yes! Smart Madney.

MADNEY ARE GETTING MARRIED???????? OH MY GOD YAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also getting married for tax purposes is very true. My bff and her hubby mostly are in love but they also wanted those benefits.

AWWWWWWW CHRISTOPHER!!!!!!! HE IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!! Throwback to Buck!!!!!!! Shannon and Chris!!! This is making me emotional!!!!! The fact that Eddie now feels comfortable enough to go to his parents last minute shows his progress. Also his mum is still being yah know.....

You're right Josh! Chimney is not Doug. Completely different situation.

OMG HE IS LOOKING AT RINGS?????? OMG.

Welp, it's over. This episode made me feel very uncomfortable and I'm not sure how to feel about any of it. Except that Chris and Jee are super cute.

#dom watches 911

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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I am having a FULL ON bloody awful day at work, homie 🥲 like legit on my break in the bathroom crying sort of day. And I was reading through your works cuz the platonic Yandere Erasermic to make me feel better 😂

And I was just wondering if you’d be ok with me requesting how they would react with their teenage darling who just, doesn’t take messing up very well? Like that they try to be flawless and never break any rules, but then they do mess up a small one, and they just get so overwhelmed, and start over apologizing and worrying that they’re not doing anything right anymore? Somthing like that 😂 my anxiety has me all out of whack (totally don’t have to do this hun, completely up to you!)

YANDERE ERASERMIC X GN READER

Dude- I’ve been there. Anxiety is a bitch, 100%

Sorry you had to go through that alone, if I were there I would’ve given you a lollipop. Or a cupcake. And hugged you.

(Being anxious takes different forms sometimes and can feel different for everybody, I’m just using how I feel when it happens as a reference, I hope it’s alright)

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You stared out the window of the living room, watching the dark sky’s glisten with the stars, the grassy ground seemed to stretch out forever, and you could sometimes make o it the sway of trees in the wind. You were utterly mesmerized with the scen in front of you, sitting in the pillowed ledge of the windowsill, you pressed your hand against the cool glass. Smiling when the sensation hit your fingers, you felt so at peace

I your mesmerized trance, you didn't recognize your father, Aizawa, opening the door behind you, the crack it always made sounding out through the room. The man stared at you for a moment, shocked to find you here of all places, the monitor in your room notified of your v=movement the second you stood up out of your bed, he expected you to try and make a b-line for the door, to try and escape. You haven't ever done it before, but he knew at some point you would try. So seeing you doing nothing but staring off into the window, dressed in your cute pjs he lived so much, was such a relief.

“ You aren't supposed to be up honey, what are you doing?” he spoke, startling you completely, you whipped around, eyes wide at the sudden realization of what you were doing. You followed all of their rules, you'd learn to accept their somewhat odd behavior, you had yet to majorly break one, but wandering after bedtime? That was a big one, apparently “they can't protect you if they don't know where you are '' so when you get up, you're supposed to find them. You didn't though. He raised a brow at you, cocking his head to the side as you pressed yourself as far as you could against the window, as if it would do anything to shield you from the punishment you expected to await.

“”Oh daddy - i- uh- i just wanted to see the stars. I shouldn't've even come out here- i just- i'm sorry” you sputtered out, apologizing, your eyes darted around the room as you panicked internally, you'd been perfect up until now, followed every single one of teh9r rules without any problem, and they loved you because of it. Maybe this would change their opinions, maybe this would make them hate you and kill you like you'd thought they would do on your first night here. Ideas ddi nothing but freak you out further as you imagined what they would do to you if they realized you werent so perfect after all. Your breathing got increasingly heavier, and your heart felt like it was just about to beat right out of your chest.

“If you wanted to see them you could've told papa, or me, we would've let you honey, just calm down you aren't in any trouble, you just had us worried” he calmly spoke, he was worried, he didnt know where you were and hed thought youd actually escaped, one of his worst fears.

“No no no i'm sorry, i should've listened and i broke the rules- i just- please- daddy im sorry” you spoke, clutching at your hands and scratching at your wrists, your eyes stayed glassy and wide as he tried to asses the situation. hushing you every now and then. He made his way across the room, avoiding the few cats stockpiled in the center of the couch, and tugged at your arm, he placed his other arm across your shoulders to comfort you, he could see the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

“It's okay baby, i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise, you didn't do anything wrong, i'm not upset okay- uh- HIZASHI!” The man called for his husband, uncertain what to do with the current situation. Anything relating to human emotion and tears was too hard for him to handle, and he always ended up making things worse. His husband was good with feely things, he always was. In the meantime, he tried to calm you, holding you close to him and slowly moving you away from the window. You really were breathing hard, and he could tell this was about to be a whole crying fit, he didn't want that.

But it was inevitable. Once the first few tears had started to flow down your face, even though you knew it was silly to cry over such a small mistake as staying late past bedtime, you cried harder and harder, outright sobbing after a few minutes. Teh cats had made their way over to see what happened to their favorite human thing, and eventually had surrounded both you and aizawa. You always did follow all the rules, even when you were still a student in their classes, so it just felt so wrong to make a mistake, so humiliating. It made you feel like suffocating

“Yes? Oh, oh my god! Baby, what's wrong?” The yellow haired man peaked his eyes into the doorframe to see what Aizawa was calling about, just to see his perfect little angel muddled with tears, surrounded by cats, in their pjs, with his husband failing at comforting you. He was immediately at your side, as you were too tearful and sniffly to even make out a word. Aizawa explained briefly what had happened, and how you'd gotten scared, and had his heart almost shattered right then and right there, his poor baby!

“I just- I don’t know what to- and he” you spluttered, struggling out of aizawas arms and into hizashi, even you knew that he could be better comfort right now. You agree the fact the you needed him, but your heart felt so fragile, and your lungs just might collapse, you weren’t even sure if the stars were worth it.

“sweetheart, just give me some nice deep breaths okay? I know you're scared right now, but youre gonna make yourself sick, please, for papa, just breathe.” he spoke, pulling you away form the cats and into his lap, he pushed the hair stuck to your tear ridden face out of your eyes, and rubbed your back slowly as he embraced you. His big, strong arms practically covered you as they pulled you tight to him, it was oddly comforting, seeing how someone actually cared enough to spend the time to hold you like this.

“That's good… just like that.” the two simultaneously muttered as your hiccuping slowed the pressure in your chest had dimmed, not completely, but slowed down but, and your tears had almost run dry, all you could do was try to calm yourself and not panic further (even though it was as if your brain was wired to do that), and nuzzle your face closer to him in attempts to find comfort in his smell.

“I-im sorry, this is stupid, im just being stupid” you confronted yourself, the words came out muffled with your face in his shirrt, but bith of the men undertsiod what you were saying, and it hurt them, they hated that you felt that you shoudlnt get the love and comfort both of them knew you deserved. It took them a moment to lock eyes, and kindof converse with their facial expressions, but they eventually replied. Aizawa got up to go grab a fluffy blanket fo ryou, and some water, you just cried out half of your frickin bodyweight, you must be exhausted. He was right. You were.

“You arent stupid baby, we all make mistakes, and we all cry, thats for sure. You shouldnt be embarrassed of it either, i've seen your daddy get upset more times than i can count, don't say things like that. It just makes you sad.” he hushed, cupping your head and rocking slightly back and forth to provide some kind of comfort. You happily nuzzled in, enjoying the sense of warmth he gave with his words.

“But- i broke the rules, i'm not supposed to break the rules or things will go bad right/ i can't break the rules or else you wont- you wont- you wont live me anymore” you spluttered, waiting for the tears to surge back out, your voice was rough and shaky. Wait… what did you just say? Hizashi couldn't believe his ears when you spoke those words, his heart stopped the second they left your lips.

“now where would you get that silly idea? Me and your daddy will always love you, do you understand sweetheart? There isn't anything in this world that could ever change that, and nothing ever will. I love you, papa loves you” he comforted, brushing his hand down your hair, shocked at the mere idea you stated. He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, glad that the worst of it was over, and now you were breathing perfectly fine. Aizawa came back with a thick yellow blanket, and draped it over the two of you.

“Now, I think we have a sleepy y/n on our hands right? It is past your bedtime hun, I think tonight you are gonna sleep with us, okay?” The man at oof up completely and started tracking towards the door, and your last glance of the room, wa did the big, dark window, filled with stars, that had gotton you into this in the first place.

“Okay, i love you too”

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Anyway, I personally liek this one, but I also can’t tell if it’s intensely cringed or not, please give feedback if you like, or hate it!

Thank you for requesting, I hope your days have been much better than that recently

That being said, have a wonderful day today, and thank you!

#platonic obsession #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere erasermic family #yandere erasermic x reader #platonic yandere aizawa #soft yandere aizawa #yandere hizashi #yandere hizashi yamada

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

#clanask #anonymous #deltarune x reader #deltarune spamton x reader #spamton x reader

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years

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Stare Enough

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Word Count: 4034

Summary: Bucky's got a new stare. Sam spends all afternoon and most of the evening working up the courage to meet it.

Both Sam and the food are the main attraction at this party and the problem with that situation is that it takes so damn long for one main attraction to get a second to enjoy the other.

He’s grateful—god, is he grateful—for the turnout. Friends, neighbours, the kind of people he and Sarah call family without there being any actual relation by blood, they’ve all shown up. Since the Blip, Sam’s felt like he’s always around, but this feels like a real homecoming. No sadness, nothing bittersweet. It’s a celebration and he’s at the center of it. Him and the food.

At last, Sam’s done the circuit with his plate, spooning creamy salads and grilled vegetables, stacking shellfish pink as a sunrise. There’s a fresh-baked roll perched atop a scoop of sweet potatoes and caramelized onions that smells so fucking warm and mouth-watering he has to resist walking with his nose buried in it. He collects a set of utensils furled in the middle of a paper napkin (courtesy of an efficient assembly line of old ladies, chatting and twisting neat rolls of cutlery), plate bowing into the palm of his other hand, and that’s when his damn phone vibrates in his pocket.

Sam halts and makes a sound of frustration. Nobody’s come to this thing empty-handed, so there are dishes crowding the surface of the tables, no place to set his plate down. His phone vibrates again. A teenager comes up to peruse the spread in front of him and Sam sighs, knowing what he’s about to do.

“Here,” he says heavily, offering up his beautifully arranged and wonderfully fragrant meal. The cob of corn shining with the butter he lovingly smeared over it nearly rolls over the edge. “You’re the luckiest kid in the world.”

Quickly, Sam turns away, sliding out his phone and bringing it to his ear. He doesn’t want to witness the boy digging in. His stomach growls as he greets Joaquin Torres.

“Sam,” Torres says. “Uh, I mean, sir. Mr. Captain Am… Captain Wil—”

“Take it easy,” Sam laughs. “You know me, Torres. Don’t get starstruck now.”

“Honestly, I never really got over you being the Falcon. Now that you’re Captain America… Apologies if it takes me a little while to be cool about it.” After a pause—taken while Torres attempts to become cool with Sam being Captain America, Sam assumes—he asks, “You celebrating?”

Not far from where Sam’s standing, there are two little girls singing along to their clapping game. At a table behind them, a trio of elderly gentlemen are arguing over which one of them it was that caught that 50-pound snapper off the dock back in 1978. There’s a sear of meat and fish being rotated onto and off of the grill and, bouncing over everything, music from a speaker someplace.

“Yeah,” Sam says with a broad grin. “Yeah, we are. I’d save you a plate, but I can’t even manage to hang onto my own.”

He doesn’t mention that Torres is responsible for that situation; he’s aware that, besides being a fan, the Lieutenant is a little bit infatuated with him. Sam’s trying to be gentle until the day he can respond to Torres with friendly smack-talk, the way he would Steve or Scott or Bucky. Maybe not exactly like he does with Bucky.

“Don’t worry about it,” Torres cheerfully insists. “I wasn’t calling for that, I just wanted to give you a heads up about something.”

“Alright. Let me just…”

Sam strides away from the heart of the party towards the water, seeking quiet. Kids dart in front of him and that’s nothing unusual, but when he follows them with his gaze, he sees they’re running towards Bucky. Bucky, who has his Vibranium arm extended and two kids dangling off it already, one of whom might be Sam’s nephew. Of course, Mr. Casual, Mr. Smiles, Mr. Social Butterfly, is carrying on a conversation like his arm isn’t being used as a jungle gym. A conversation with Sarah.

For just a moment, Sam stops in his tracks, considering whether he should go over there and break up any potential flirting. But then he watches them. Bucky’s just talking to her, not flicking his gaze up and down while he checks her out. And Sarah, she’s relaxed and smiling, totally at ease, like Bucky’s another member of their community. That makes him a friend. Family.

That’s one thought too far and Sam jerks himself into motion again, walking until he’d be swimming with another step.

“What’ve you got for me?”

“Well, I’ve been trying to watch as much of the coverage of the fight outside the GRC vote as I can, trying to get a sense of how they’re spinning Walker’s reappearance, the legacy of the Flag-Smashers now that Karli and her inner circle are gone… Anyway, there’s a lot of footage and you’re at the center of most of it.”

“Guess the new suit draws the eye. And the cameras.” It’s no surprise to Sam. Part of the job of being Captain America.

“Yeah, but…”

“What is it, Torres?”

“Bucky’s in the background a lot,” he explains in a voice that tells Sam there’s more Torres isn’t saying.

“Makes sense. He was in the thick of it as much as I was.”

“He’s there at the end too. When you were talking to the Senator about power and the common struggle. Man, that was a great speech. Do you think—”

“Torres. Please. The point.”

“Right, for sure, man. Bucky never takes his eyes off you.”

That flusters Sam for a second. He wasn’t expecting the blunt delivery, especially of those words. He squints down at the water where it’s lapping the side of the dock. He knew Bucky was there; they spoke right after, when Bucky tried to feed him that bullshit (and he knew it was bullshit at the time) about texting and missing the exact speech Torres is apparently still hung up on.

“So Bucky was actually listening to me,” Sam says carefully. “That’s a surprise, but it isn’t really the kind of thing that’s significant enough for you to bother notifying me about, is it?”

“I’d say that depends on what you consider significant.”

“Torres.”

“I know, but he’s not just listening! It’s how he’s looking at you!”

“Like he’s wishing I would wrap it up?” Oh, Sam remembers Bucky’s miracle from their session with Dr. Raynor.

“Like he’s totally into you! Major heart eyes. Sir,” Torres hastily adds.

And Sam should reprimand him for this. Calling with a trivial piece of information when he must know Sam’s already being very selective about which of the hundreds of recent calls (and it’d be more if more people had this number) he chooses to pick up. Calling to speculate on how Bucky was staring at Sam that night in New York.

“I don’t need to tell you this is gonna be one of those investigations we keep between you and me,” Sam states.

“For sure. I just thought maybe you’d wanna know.”

“Uh huh. You get any real news, you pass it along.”

“I will.”

Sam ends the call and turns. He looks to his right: the sparkling river. His left: his people, all the way down to the squirt with the glasses who’s hanging off a metal arm, and the man that arm belongs to.

He’s felt it, the way that Bucky stares. It’s not like it used to be though, when it irked Dr. Raynor at the police station in Baltimore, or confused Walker and Hoskins in the back of that jeep in Germany. This new stare of Bucky’s isn’t one Sam’s ever caught him doing. Bucky hasn’t quite let him. That’s actually how Sam noticed it was happening—Bucky would immediately glance away instead of leaving that dead expression on his face when Sam met his eye. Now that he has proof of it, proof he’s certain Torres would send him footage of in an instant if he asked, he’s scared to look.

Instead, he watches Bucky look at other people. Like Sarah. Like kids from the neighbourhood. His literal hangers-on disperse as Sam observes, scattered after Bucky leans towards them to say something. Sam sees half his smile and even that much has his heart swelling up in his chest. Bucky weaves through the tables and standing groups, the dancers and the kids who’ve broken out a skipping rope. (After eating from that buffet? Kids are crazy. Gonna make themselves sick.)

Without thinking too hard about it, Sam returns to the noise and the smells, trailing Bucky with a stealthy eye on his ass in those jeans. There’s no friction here between him and everybody else Sam cares about, he can see that in every short, friendly exchange someone engages Bucky in as he walks. Things flow as smoothly as the butter oozing off the corn Sam reluctantly gave up. Clearly, they remember Bucky from when he was here helping with the boat. They respect him. They like him. They’ve gotten to that last thing faster than Sam has, which makes Sam feel a little embarrassed as well as a little overwhelmed by how much the two of them have actually been through. He’s seen Bucky as a mindless killer and it almost brings a genuine tear to his eye—here on this glorious day in front of all these folks—to see the dork who rushed out to get his hands on a copy of The Hobbit in 1937 return in his current form as the dork who’ll take a fake punch from AJ and blush over brazen old women telling him how handsome he is.

Bucky stares different? Well. Sam feels different about the staring.

Sam keeps his distance until Bucky reaches the food, then his stomach gurgles a reminder than he hasn’t eaten yet. No ass is nice enough to distract him from his meal. He sidles up beside him and Bucky seems unsurprised, not even glancing over.

“Anything important?” he asks.

“What?”

“Your phone call,” Bucky clarifies, adding a heap of glossy green beans to his plate. Damn, those are some of Sam’s favourite. Bucky better not take all of them. “They need us somewhere?”

��Oh. No.”

Bucky shoots him a suspicious look after this stilted response, but he doesn’t say anything until Sam grabs a plate of his own, hungry eyes roving the feast that’s diminishing now that people have started coming back for second helpings.

“Put that down,” Bucky instructs. He doesn’t wait; he takes the plate out of Sam’s hand and tosses it back towards the pile. Thankfully, the plates are made of paper.

“Buzz off, man,” Sam tells him, reaching for the plate again. “I’m starving.”

“I figured.”

Wait.

“That’s for me?” he guesses, gazing longingly at the plate Bucky’s preparing.

“Yep.”

When Sam doesn’t reply, Bucky pauses with the plate in one hand and a serving spoon in the other and sighs.

“I didn’t want you to miss the good stuff. This party’s for you.”

“I think it might be for both of us.”

Bucky seems too self-conscious to say anything to that. He goes back to loading up Sam’s plate while Sam quietly feels his throat close up with emotion as he watches. He clears it gruffly.

“I woulda had to eat the cake you brought,” he jokes. “Pretty sure only the really little kids have eaten any. You know, people who don’t know better.”

“I was tryin’ to be a good guest.”

“I can’t believe you brought a store-bought cake,” Sam says, laughing as he grabs a set of cutlery for the second time and continuing to shuffle along next to Bucky.

“Have you ever seen me cook?”

“…No.”

“Exactly. Trust me, what I did was kinder.”

“If you say so.”

“You know what, Sam?” Bucky demands challengingly, turning to face him. “I do say so.”

Sam’s eyes go from the plate Bucky’s holding between them up to Bucky’s face. He’s close. And he’s got this look, this dancing look in his eyes that undercuts the shit out of the hard line of his eyebrows. Trying to seem all stern. All Sam can think for several seconds is that, if he just grabbed Bucky by the chain around his neck and hauled him forward, they’d never get the food stains out of their clothes. But their laundry would smell delicious.

He clears his throat.

“Then you better stay for a while.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches up and he hands Sam the plate he’s prepared for him.

“I plan to.”

When Sam picks a table to sit at, he makes sure there’s enough room for Bucky too. When Bucky sits next to him, he sits so close that their thighs press together and claims that’s all the space there is. Bucky talks and laughs when other people at the table talk to him. He’s easily drawn into conversation now and Sam feels weirdly proud of having brought this great guy home to meet everybody, even if he’s not here like that. People tells stories about last week and last century interchangeably, one old smartass making Bucky howl with laughter when they toss out a memory of Little Sam Wilson streaking from his house to the river for a naked swim. This is the danger of welcoming Bucky into the community. Sam, suppressing a smile, doesn’t really mind.

Elbows up on the table so he can eat, talk, and gesture emphatically with his fork, Sam feels Bucky’s stare creeping up on him. Slow, like the sun slides across the landscape when the clouds blow past. Bucky didn’t make this food, but Sam can feel his satisfaction as he watches Sam accept what he provided. Feels like there are grasshoppers springing around in his stomach. He still has a roll on his plate, one side soaked in family-secret barbecue sauce, and he tears it in half. While the rest of their table are caught up in some story being boisterously told by overlapping voices, Sam turns to Bucky and wordlessly offers the bread, edges dimpled where he gripped to split it. They watch each other chew and Sam’s closed mouth is smiling.

Inevitably, somebody pulls Sam back into the conversation and he does his best to laugh and heckle, covering the fact that he wasn’t listening, that he dropped the thread. The voices rise and rise and fall like water slopping over the side of a bucket.

In the next quiet moment, Bucky inclines toward him slightly and says, “You wanna talk later?”

And Sam says, “Sure.”

The day feels long, long, long, and Sam’s face gets sore from smiling, tired from talking. He does not confess that to Bucky, who’s almost always at his side. Lights go on overhead and beers come out of coolers, leftover food packed up and redistributed among neighbours, small children with drooping eyelids toted home. At first, Sam thinks Bucky’s leaning into his side because he’s drained from so much socializing too, but when he meets his eye, he just sees an invitation.

“Where are you two goin’?” Sarah asks when they slink past her carrying a too-big Cass in her arms.

“Just walkin’,” Sam tells her.

“Gotta stretch our legs,” Bucky contributes.

She looks from Sam to Bucky and back, smiling knowingly.

“Uh huh,” Sarah says.

Sam grabs Bucky by the shoulder to turn him forcibly away from his sister’s insinuations and just… forgets to let his hand fall as they wander along the water. Bucky’s steps angle towards his until his arm’s bumping Sam’s side, Sam’s arm slung around his shoulders. Is this still the body language of a couple buddies on a warm Delacroix night? Is it now, when Sam drops his arm and brushes the back of his hand across Bucky’s?

They leave the party lights on the horizon with the lazily setting sun, scrabbling off the end of the dock and onto the riverbank. Sam reaches up to give Bucky a hand down, so he won’t step in the soft mud and sink to his ankles. Bucky clasps his hand firmly and jumps.

The sound of people drops off down here and the sound of wind in grass, frogs hiding between reeds, rises.

“Are there alligators in here?” Bucky wonders, scanning the river’s edge.

Sam laughs.

“For sure.”

“And you swam here when you were a kid?”

“Even then,” Sam boasts, puffing his chest out, “my courage was legendary.”

“Yeah, and your nudity. Is there anyone within a mile of here who hasn’t seen your bare ass?”

Their eye contact holds. Oh right. Sam breaks away with an awkward, hiccupping laugh, directing his gaze at the dirt.

“The gators haven’t gathered too close to the dock in decades,” he promises Bucky. He stares out at the undisturbed water, enjoying the sun on his face. “Got skittish of the boats. Most of ’em, anyway.”

“Consider me not entirely reassured.”

“You scared of a little Louisiana lizard, man? Didn’t you grow up with Creature from the Black Lagoon?”

“Nah, that was after my time.”

“Damn, you’re old.”

Bucky snorts a laugh, refusing to look at him.

“You wanna take a dip?” Sam goads.

“No.”

But by the time Sam’s pulling his shirt over his head, Bucky’s peeling off his socks. Sam spares him a smile and keeps going, the ground soft underfoot. It could be like the few times they’ve changed in proximity to one another before, but it’s not. He senses Bucky’s eyes on him the whole time. Face hot, he takes a quick look in Bucky’s direction as he’s unzipping his jeans. His heart feels like his new suit—wings just waiting to unfurl.

When they’re down to their underwear, they wade in.

God, it feels nice. The water’s cool and the sun’s clinging to the horizon.

“Just don’t get any water in your mouth,” Sam instructs, then dunks his face and comes up squirting water at Bucky from between the gap in his front teeth, a trick he perfected as a kid. “That arm ain’t gonna rust, right?”

“You asked for this,” Bucky warns. He points a menacing finger and plunges below the surface.

Sam twists as he treads water, trying to see what’s going on down there, searching for a ripple or bubbles of released air. His legs move in twitchy kicks because that’s where he’s expecting Bucky to grab him. But the idiot is playing some kind of psychological game first, making Sam wait a full minute. Two minutes. Three.

He’s opening his mouth to call out Bucky’s name when he breaks the surface. Sam’s ready to swap the concern he was about to form into words into a taunt instead—did Bucky get down there and decide the scariest thing he could do was let Sam’s imagination take over?—until Bucky shakes his head and slicks his hair back. Then the words get caught in Sam’s throat and he just kinda stares.

“There was a really gross fish down there,” Bucky informs him. “Do you guys have eels there? Mighta been an eel. Maybe we should get out.”

“Alrighty, scaredy-cat, let’s get you to shore.”

Bucky propels himself out in front, arms moving in powerful strokes, and Sam’s hand darts out on instinct, fingers closing around Bucky’s hard calf muscle. Bucky jerks and Sam burst into loud laughter.

“Did you think that was an eel? Did you?”

“You’re lucky I…”

I’m lucky you what? Sam wants to ask when Bucky trails off, but he just swims after him.

During their game/possible eel panic (there’s no way it was an eel), they weren’t always fighting the current, so they’ve drifted downstream some. Bucky takes sloppy, sloshing steps out of the water, underwear that might’ve been light grey now dark and plastered to his ass. Sam feels like he’s choked on river water, though his mouth is dry. He lumbers out too and they begin the march back in the direction of the dock and their clothes. The water tickles as it runs down Sam’s legs; must be bugging Bucky too because he plucks his waistband away from his skin before letting it snap back. Clenching his jaw, Sam stops himself from trying to see too much.

This end of the dock is made of old boards before it transitions to pavement farther down, wood smooth on Sam’s feet when he and Bucky haul themselves up, dropping their collected clothes and shoes into a single pile. No point getting dressed until they’re dry, so they sit on the edge of the dock, feet swinging. Feels good. Feels home. They don’t speak until the sun’s set, the sky orange, then grey, then rich, velvety blue.

“You know, don’t you?” Bucky asks softly.

“Know?”

“Yeah, you know. Whenever you don’t know something, you talk and talk—”

“Sometimes I can work through a problem better if I vocalize,” Sam explains.

“But when you do know,” Bucky goes on, ignoring Sam’s input, “you’re quiet.” He looks at Sam. “You’re quiet.”

What else is Sam? Nervous. His skin’s prickling with it, and because even the warm air feels cold when he’s just climbed out of the river. There’s a wet patch spreading around him that he can barely see with evening rapidly deepening into night. He lifts a hand from the dock and sweeps it up his neck, brushing water droplets away.

Without glancing over, he says, “You’re doing that thing you do.”

“What?”

“Staring. That new stare you do.”

“Maybe,” Bucky acknowledges. A bird starts calling, the sound drifting in and away like the sway of a hypnotist’s watch and Bucky’s silent until it’s over. “Maybe I’m staring for the same reason you’re quiet.”

Sam waits. Bucky doesn’t add anything, so Sam turns to look at his face, hung with cool shadows.

“You’re not gonna say it, are you?”

“I thought you would say it,” Bucky argues defensively.

“You’re the one who’s been staring at me like that for a week. You should go first!”

“Please, you don’t even know how I’m staring at you, I only do it when you’re not looking.”

“Do it now then and see what happens,” Sam dares him.

“Fine.”

Just like that, Bucky locks in like Sam’s attention is the only handhold on a sheer cliffside. Vital and stable, a last chance, the one thing around him that wants to help him higher instead of watching him fall. A lot of that’s familiar from his regular hard stare, but then something opens up behind his eyes. Some fragile thing (that might be Bucky’s sense of caution) breaks. Suddenly, Sam’s seeing what Joaquin saw in the news footage and amateur cell phone video. Except he’s seeing it two feet in front of him. It’s intense. It makes the air a little harder to breathe.

Bucky’s lips curve into a smile, then part as he says, “I love—”

Hopefully, he wasn’t going to end that sentence with ‘store-bought cake,’ because Sam can’t really take back his reaction. The finger slipping behind Bucky’s ear as he cradles his face, the mouth sealed to his. Especially that. Thankfully, Bucky kisses him back, just as hard, and then harder.

“Thank god,” Sam pants when they break apart.

“You interrupted me.”

“I got you to stop talking? Guess we’re in my miracle.”

“I’d complain…” Bucky shrugs. “…but your miracle is pretty nice.”

“Not bad, right?”

He sighs and looks out over the water. Bucky pushes up on his fists and sits closer, offering his hand for Sam to interlace their fingers.

“Hey,” Sam prompts when it hits him that it’s super dark outside and they aren’t gonna dry much more like this, “did you book a hotel room again?”

“You kiddin’ me? I spent all my money on that cake.”

Sam laughs.

“Right, well, I guess you need a place to stay tonight then.”

“You know anything nearby?” Bucky asks with a soft smile.

Getting to his feet and bracing to pull Bucky up after him, Sam uses his free hand to motion towards their clothing pile.

“Put your pants on,” he says, “and I’ll see what I can do.”

#my writing #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #CAPTAIN AMERICA AND THE WINTER SOLDIER #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Joaquin Torres #Sarah Wilson #sambucky #Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

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dizzydennis · 3 years

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Sonic & Vector - Sonic Channel Cover Story [English Translation]

Translator note: Please understand that I am not fluent. I am doing this to get some language practice and to bring this fun story to other Sonic fans. Constructive criticism is fine, but please don’t be rude or overly criticize my translation efforts.

“Oh, Sonic! I see you’re active as usual, Mr. Lady-Killer!”

One afternoon, the clear blue sky washed over the chalk-white building of Apotos.

In the middle of the town plaza, Sonic was sitting on a pile of wreckage. This wreckage being Eggman’s robots. He was overwhelmed when he heard that voice shout at him. That strong voice belonged to the giant crocodile who was also an incredible private detective... Vector the Crocodile.

The town and the people within it had not yet calmed down from the trouble caused by Eggman’s robot attack. Sonic replied with a sigh while looking towards Vector.

“Lady-Killer, heh. That’s right. But I’m more hungry than attractive right now. The chilidog shop hasn’t reopened yet.”

“Hahaha, seems about right. I rushed over here as soon as I heard trouble going down, but it seems like things settled down without my help.”

As dusk came, a red hue covered the white city. After the chaos subsided, Sonic and Vector consulted with the townspeople who had gathered around. They were told that Apotos has been attacked by Eggman’s robots every couple days for the past few months, but nobody knew why.

Vector danced to Sonic’s side with a big smile. His passion was bubbling up inside too as he said “Now things are getting pretty interesting!”

“If you need somebody to solve this mystery, just leave it to Vector! Let’s just make this clear. The reward for solving this will be food and drinks! Everybody knows of my talents. Ain’t that right, Sonic?”

Since Sonic was brought up, the townspeople became struck with interest as they looked at the Blue Blur.

“What!? Well...uh... I guess he’s the best detective I know...”

Vector burst out in such a good mood that he didn’t notice Sonic mumbling,

“Although I don’t know of any other detectives...”

“Yeah! I’m the leader of the Chaotix Detective Agency and there’s no mystery that good ol’ Vector can’t solve!”

Sonic shrugged and chuckled bitterly. Anyway, the investigation into the Apotos attacks would soon begin.

Vector was in a good mood as he surveyed his surroundings in the morning.

While listening to Sonic, who followed with a blank expression, Vector grinned as he traced footprints left on the road by some mischievous robots.

After spending about half the day following these footprints, they ended up in front of a general store. Vector gave a mysterious look as he began to connect the dots.

“This shop smells funny ...the robots gross footprints cross right in front of this shop... Moreover, we heard that the attacks only occurred on clear days... and all the robots seemed like they were breaking at the seams... I got it!”

Vector’s eyes opened wide as he shouted,

“The chilidogs in this shop are so delicious that the robots can’t resist them!”

“WHAT!? How’d you come to that conclusion!?”

"It is a well-known fact among the locals that this here store, "Seagulls of the Waves," is secretly a chili dog store! On a clear day, customers even line up. Even a robot that could fall apart at any moment would be lured in by the smell and they’d stand here in this soil just to get a bite!"

“Robots don’t even eat. Did you forget that?”

“That’s exactly what Eggman wants you to think!”

Vector slipped past Sonic and threw his momentum into the door, swinging it open. He was greeted by the elderly shopkeeper.

“Ah, so it’s just a general store. Daily necessities, souvenirs, stones, antiques, and... look what we have here! A chili dog!”

Vector walked around the store, letting his mouth run to the flabbergasted shopkeeper. He suddenly noticed a dark stone by the window. He closed his eyes for a moment and while reaching for it, he grabbed the chilidog and started scarfing it down!

“What’a know! This ain’t half bad! So, the real culprit is you, Old Man!”

As expected, the elderly man got pretty angry and kicked Vector out of his shop. Vector dashed out into the town!

“Don’t try that nonsense again!”

“Oh, but my deductions...”

Nevertheless, Sonic was getting sick of Vector’s messy investigation skills, but then he something stuck out to him.

“Was it... just a ploy for him to steal it...”

The streets of Apotos shined blue beneath the moonlight. On a small hill overlooking the town, there was the faint figure of Vector with a delightfully devilish smile. It seemed like something was shining in his right hand.

Eggman’s robots began to show up. They were older models, broken and moving awkwardly, but they had their eyes et on Vector; he was seen as an enemy.

“Is it because of this little guy?”

In Vector’s hand was the stone he “borrowed” from the general store. Vector let out a strong cough and then belted out in a loud voice,

“Our story begins with the old man at the general store picking up this little fella! Sometimes, this little stone shimmers with pure energy with seven colors. It definitely seems like those robots are attracted to this thing.”

Dozens of robots made a circle around Vector and started to close in on him.

“I wonder if the signal this thing was sending out was attracting these old junkbots. On a clear day like today, perhaps they were able to detect it from far off? The real criminal of this case... is this... CHAOS EMERALD!?”

Vector raised the Chaos Emerald to the night sky with his right hand.

As if one cue, the robots moved in to attack Vector from every direction, but they were all wiped out in an instant cause in the wake of a blue afterimage.

Vector smiled as the robots were lifted up and exploded into nothingness. After a brief moment, Sonic appeared there without making a sound.

“After all that, the great Sonic appears! Seems you heard me then!”

“I’m just relieved that the stupid voice I heard wasn’t just some guy giving a soliloquy, but it was you, Vector!”

Sonic had quickly realized that Vector had “borrowed” the Chaos Emerald from the general store and, on his own, was following the detective crocodile. However, there were still things that Sonic didn’t understand.

“Why’d you just run off without explaining anything?”

“Well, if everybody in the town knew the source of these attacks, it’d cause a lot of trouble for that nice shopkeeper, right? My rewards were already decided, so what’s a little bit of shame on top of that. You know?”

“Phew,” Sonic whistled as he was impressed. Throughout it all, Vector was focused on solving the case.

“Now I get it,” Sonic muttered as he looked around and then said,

“But Vector... the people of this town are kind and understanding. Right, everyone?”

Sonic then gave a signal as he turned around to show the townspeople coming to the two heroes; the elderly shopkeeper too.

“The stone I had grabbed caused so much trouble to everyone...”

The townspeople replied, “Nobody in Apotos blames you for this!” “That’s right.” “We all think so too!”

There was so much compassion for the old man. However, Vector wanted to know the whole story,

“Why are all the townsfolk here!?”

Sonic quickly replied, “Sorry! The truth is... since you stole the Chaos Emerald from the general store, I told the nice man that I’d catch you and I brought them here.”

“Hey, hey! What kind of sick joke is this!?”

“Can’t you see this is how it happened? Well, just by chance, everything sort of worked out in front of everybody. So it’s all good!”

“Urgggh! (Give me a break. You told everybody about what I did.)”

Sonic was thinking about Vector’s future with the people of this town.

That’s right. Sonic was making sure that Vector was being taken care of. Even when faced with such a cool hero, Vector gave way to a bitter smile.

After all, Sonic would take care of the Chaos Emerald. Now the people of Apotos didn’t need to worry about being attacked by robots. They seemed overjoyed with his revelation.

That night, a feast was held to celebrate solving the case and to celebrate the heroes’ success. Sonic was very happy with his pile of chili dogs.

It turns out that for the first few minutes, Sonic was reluctant to be quiet, but after having reading the room, he could see Vector was being called "Detective" by everybody. It put the crocodile in a very good mood!

Involuntarily, the Vector’s overly excited tone popped out.

"Oh, my beloved fans! I am Vector, the leader of the Chaotix Detective Agency, and there’s no mystery that I can't solve!"

Sonic responded with a thumbs-up.

"You got it... Mr. Lady-Killer!"

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Vector the Crocodile #Sonic Heroes #Sonic Unleashed #Team Chaotix

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stargazer-sims · 2 years

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52 - To the Starry Skies

On the way home from Artie and Emma's house, Davian calls his sister Chloë and asks her if she'd mind keeping Kaji for the night. Félix already hadn't been feeling well, and after what they'd all heard from Sunny and Tae, he only seems worse. Davian is worried about him and thinks that he could use some rest and a little break from Kaji's constant motion.

Chloë says it's no problem. Kaji has apparently bonded with Chloë's boyfriend Michael over their mutual love of ice cream and blanket forts and their shared passion for art. She says they're currently at the kitchen table, creating a masterpiece in coloured pencil. Michael has even offered to teach Kaji how to paint.

Davian is relieved that everything's going well. It could've been a repeat of the disaster of Sophie and Katie babysitting Kaji, from which Sophie came away with tooth marks on her arm and Kaji came away traumatized by Sophie screaming at him for biting her. To be fair, if Sophie had paid attention to what Félix had told her about Kaji not liking to be touched, everything would've been fine, but Davian wasn't keen to risk another incident. Félix hadn't been willing to take the chance either, and readily agreed when Davian suggested asking Chloë instead.

"His bedtime is nine-thirty," Davian tells his sister. "He likes to have his bath around nine o'clock. He can do it by himself, but one of you will have to stay in the bathroom with him unless you want him running around in the buff. Oh, and don't let him use knives, okay? He's not great with forks yet either, but he can manage if you help him a little. He doesn't like cauliflower or broccoli, and uh... we think he might be allergic to tomatoes, so be careful what you feed him."

Through the phone connection, Davian hears his sister laugh. "Am I actually speaking to the real Davian St-Jean right now?"

"What?" Davian says.

"You sound like somebody's dad."

"Yeah," says Davian. "I guess I am, sort of."

"I never would've seen this coming," says Chloë. "Back in the summer, when you guys told me you wanted to have a baby, I thought you were out of your minds. You were barely functional as a couple, and I was like, 'these guys can't handle a kid'. But now, here you are. taking care of your man and looking after your little alien like an actual grown-up. Maybe you're ready for a baby after all.

"We're ready, and we're gonna make it work."

"You know, you actually might be able to do the thing, Dav. I might've been wrong."

Davian laughs. "Big of you to admit."

"I just call it like I see it," Chloë says. "You surprised me. You're doing good, and I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," Davian says. "That means a lot, coming from you."

"Anything else I should know about your alien?"

"Don't call him an alien. Other than that, just try to be patient with him, and don't touch him without asking."

"Yeah, Sophie told me about getting bit on the arm."

"She had it coming," Davian says.

"So I heard."

"Anyway, Félix will be there to get him in the morning. I've got to be in Newcrest at eight o'clock for a meeting with a guy about some commercials for a furniture store."

"Sounds boring," his sister says.

"It's not a music video, but I'll do whatever pays the bills, and I'll make it look fantastic."

"Holy crap, boy. You are getting responsible, aren't you?" says Chloë, and Davian can picture the grin on her face.

"Now that I've tried adulting, I kinda like it," he tells her.

"Mom will be pleased."

"I think she already is. Pretty sure she thought I'd be in jail or something by this point, but the other day she said she sees a big change in me lately. And we've been talking more, which is cool."

"Everybody sees a big change in you," Chloë tells him. "It's amazing. And I'm glad you and Mom are talking more now. You really should be involved in each other's lives, you know."

"We're working on it," he says. "Check this out. She said she's excited about her first grandbaby, and she said she wants to plan our baby shower, since Félix's mother isn't close by. What do you think about that?"

"I think somebody better tell her to consult with Félix's mother anyway. You think she wants to miss getting in on the baby shower for her first grandbaby? Anyway, it's not like Britechester is on the other side of the world or something. It's like, two hundred kilometers. It'd only be a couple hours' drive. Mrs. Blanchet could come here any time, right?"

"Yeah," Davian says. "You wanna be the one to tell Mom to talk to Mrs. Blanchet? I don't want to touch that one."

"Leave it to me," Chloë says. "When the time comes, you guys won't have to do a thing except show up at your baby shower. Me and Sophie and the moms will handle everything."

"And you'll handle the moms?"

"Right."

"Thanks, sis. You're awesome."

"I know," says Chloë, and Davian laughs out loud.

"Have fun with Kaji," he says. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Talk to you later," she agrees. "Tell Félix I hope he's feeling better soon."

"He heard you. We're in the car. We've got it on speaker."

"Thank you, Chloë," Félix says. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They say goodbye and Davian disconnects the call.

He takes his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second, to glance over at his husband. Félix is leaning back in the passenger's seat with his eyes closed and one hand resting on his belly. He looks tired, and Davian can't help noticing that his face has that odd greyish cast that people sometimes get when they're about to throw up.

"You okay, Fé?" he asks.

"I've been better," Félix says. "I'm really uncomfortable, and I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Do you need me to stop?"

"No. I just want to go home, so I can take a warm bath and then lie down."

"I'll make you some ginger tea when we get there," Davian offers. "That usually helps calm your stomach, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but I just want to rest."

"Okay, but if there's anything you need, you'll tell me, right?"

"I will," Félix says.

“Okay.”

Despite Félix's claim that he doesn't want tea, he's changed his mind by the time they get home. He drinks it in the bath, while Davian sits on the bathroom floor and keeps him company. They don't talk much, but Félix seems fine with that. He tells Davian he doesn't want to be alone.

When the bathwater cools off and Félix says he's ready to get out, Davian helps him climb out, dries him off and then helps him dress in some soft, loose-fitting pyjamas. He guides him up the stairs to their room. It takes a minute to get him settled into a position he finds comfortable, but once they work out the correct configuration of pillows and blankets, Félix says he's going to take a nap.

Davian manages to persuade him to nap by himself, although he doesn't seem entirely happy about it.

"I have to get my gear ready for tomorrow," Davian tells him. "I need to be out of here really early, and I don't want to try to organize everything in the morning. I'll be as quick as I can, and then I'll come back and cuddle with you. Sound good?"

The look Félix gives him is almost enough to make him forget about gathering up his stuff for the job in Newcrest, but eventually he acquiesces with, "All right, but I'll miss you."

"I'll be back," Davian promises, and leans down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "If you're already asleep when I come back, I'll lie down with you anyway, and I'll be right here when you wake up."

Félix makes a slight nodding motion, but he's pulling at his lower lip with his teeth, and his eyes are shimmering as if there are tears just waiting for the slightest reason to spill over.

Davian worries the entire time he's in the basement, packing up his stuff. Félix has been more needy lately, which is understandable given his condition, but today has been exceptional. He knows the conversation at Artie and Emma's place had upset Félix, and that he hadn't been having a particularly great day to start with, but Davian is concerned there might be something more going on. Maybe Félix is more unwell than he'd been willing to acknowledge, or maybe there's something more on his mind than the situation with Dylan. Whatever it is, Davian hopes he can get Félix to open up a little bit, once they're both in bed.

He carries his gear upstairs and leaves the bags in the living room. It'd only taken fifteen or twenty minutes to pack and organize everything but it'd felt like ages. Thankful to be done, he hurries up the last flight of stairs, to the bedroom.

Even before he reaches the top, he can hear the sound of Félix crying. He can't go any faster than he's already going, but he wants to. With genuine fear tugging at his heart, he practically jogs across the room.

Félix is lying on his side in a tight curl. He's clutching a pillow against his chest with one arm as if it's the only solid thing left in the universe, and his other hand is pressed against his mouth, unsuccessfully stifling the noise of his sobs.

“Félix, what’s wrong?" Davian asks, breathless with concern. "Are you okay?”

“No,” is the miserable reply.

"What is it, love? Why are you crying?”

Félix's hand is still partially covering his face, and Davian almost doesn't catch his response. "Because I missed you. Because... because I... I love you."

"Why are you crying about that? I'm right here," Davian says gently. He climbs onto the bed, and carefully takes Félix in his arms. "Tell me what's wrong."

For a few minutes, it seems all Félix can do is weep quietly against Davian's chest. but eventually he draws in a long shuddering breath and says, "I'm so grateful you love me enough to want to work on our relationship together."

"I love you all the way to the starry skies and back, just like in that song you sing for Kaji," Davian says. "I want us to last forever and ever, as Kaji says."

"Forever and ever," Félix repeats. "I'm glad you've been showing me that you mean it."

"Of course I mean it, mon amoureux." Davian pets his hair. "Where's all this coming from? Did I say or do something today to upset you?"

"No," Félix says. "It's not you. You've been wonderful.”

“Then, what is it? Is it that you're still not feeling well?”

“I’m really not feeling well at all, but that’s not it. It’s just… I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"Zahir and Dylan."

"What about them?"

"I was thinking we’d be just like them if we hadn't realized we needed to fix things before it was too late,” Félix says. “We’d still be fighting, and maybe we’d resent our baby instead of loving her.”

“It’s okay,” Davian says. “We love her and we want her.”

“Yes, but what if we hadn’t decided to make the effort to change? What would’ve happened? It’s upsetting to think that we might’ve been one argument away from not having her.” His voice is barely audible as he adds, “Or each other.”

"Even if we decided not to have a baby, I'd still want you."

"Me too, but there was that awful moment when I thought you were going to leave. I thought I'd have to choose, but how could I, when I want you and I want our baby too? I didn't know what to do, and I was so scared. I... I couldn't—"The rest of the sentence gets lost in a new little flood of tears.

"Shh... shh... it's okay," Davian soothes. "Don't cry."

"I... I can't help it."

"It's okay," Davian says again. "I'm sorry you were scared, and I'm never going to stop feeling bad for making you feel like you had to choose. I didn't mean for that to happen. You know I never want to hurt or scare you."

Félix sniffles. "I don't want to lose you. That's my biggest fear."

"I'm not going anywhere. Not without telling you, at least," Davian says. He continues to stroke Félix's hair, and is relieved when he senses Félix is starting to settle a bit. "If I get overwhelmed and I feel like I need to run, I know what to do about it now, so there shouldn't be any more random vanishing acts."

"Promise? I couldn't bear it if you left me now."

"I promise I'm not going to leave you, now or ever," Davian says.

"Thank you," Félix whispers.

"This thing with Dylan and Zahir is really weighing on you, isn't it?"

"Yes," Félix admits. "I know their life and their relationship is none of my business, but I can't stop thinking about it. They seemed like such a good couple, and I thought they really wanted a child."

"I think we all thought that."

"Dylan seemed so happy and excited about it in the beginning.”

“Do you think he was excited about having a kid, or excited about the idea of having a kid?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the whole expectation versus reality thing,” Davian says. “You know, how you daydream about something so much that you kind of build up this unrealistic picture of it in your head? Then, whenever the real thing happens or you get what you thought you wanted, it’s a total shock because it’s nothing like what you imagined.”

“I did that a little, in the beginning,” Félix says. “But it’s not making me want to change my mind.”

“I did it too,” Davian says. “Before we even started the process, I had my ideas about how it was gonna go. That’s why I struggled so hard at the beginning, ‘cause it wasn’t looking anything at all like I thought it was going to, and the reality was scaring the hell out of me.”

“You were thinking we shouldn’t have a baby after all, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but not because I didn’t want one. It was only because I was so freaked out by how difficult it was going to be, especially for you. I didn’t want you to suffer. I don’t like seeing you in pain or not feeling good,” Davian tells him. “Once I calmed down, though, I was fine. Well… mostly fine.”

“Mostly?”

“I’m still worried, and I’m still scared sometimes.“

“I think that’s normal,” Félix says. “But you don’t feel like we made the wrong choice?”

“Not at all,” Davian assures him. “Maybe we should’ve thought it through a bit more, but I think we were always going to want this in the end. I wouldn’t want to stop now. Not for anything.”

Félix is silent for a while, but at last he says very quietly, "Do you think Dylan will really do it? The... the termination, I mean."

"I don't know," Davian says. "I hope not, 'cause I wouldn't want to think of him having to live with that choice for the rest of his life. But, maybe he's the type who'd be totally fine with it? Who knows? I guess if you don't think of it as a person, maybe it'd be okay."

"I thought of our baby as a person the moment I knew she was inside me."

"I don't know if I did," Davian confesses. "Maybe in an abstract way? Like, I knew she was in there, and I didn't want anything to happen to her, but it was a little hard for me to think about her in like, tangible terms. When she became really real for me was a couple weeks ago, when we heard her heartbeat."

“That was magical,” Félix says.

“It really was. It was like she was saying hello to us.”

“Letting us know she’s there.” Félix slides one hand down to caress his growing belly. “I love her so much already, even though we’re still months away from meeting her. I can’t imagine ever wanting to give her up, much less deliberately doing… what Dylan says he wants to do.”

“Me either.”

“How does someone reach a point where they decide to do something so horrible and desperate?”

“I’d say ‘desperate’ is the right word,” Davian says.

“One would have to be, if they thought that was the best alternative,” says Félix. “But how could something like that even happen? How does anyone go from joy to desperation so quickly?”

"Know what I think?" Davian says. "I think complacency is the reason why Zahir and Dylan are where they’re at right now.”

"Complacency?"

"Yeah. When things are mostly easy for a really long time, people get used to it. Like, they get set in their ways or whatever. Then, when something big hits, they can't deal with it, and you start seeing them react in ways you never expected they would."

"Do you think they believed having a baby would be easy?"

"I kinda get the feeling maybe Dylan did, and when things started going sideways, his instinct was to try to escape from the problem. I totally get that, because it's my instinct a lot of the time. But, I know it's just gonna end up hurting both of us if I take off again, which is why I'm trying really hard to fight it now whenever I feel like I gotta run. It's still a challenge, though. You know?"

"I know, but you've been doing so well."

"Because you told me how much I was hurting you before, and I don't want to do that any more," Davian says. "But, maybe Dylan doesn't realize he's hurting Zahir, or he's too afraid and angry to care right now."

“Or maybe he really doesn’t love him.”

“Maybe,” Davian concedes. “I think he probably does, though. I mean, look at how many people assume that I don’t really love you, just because I’m absolute crap when it comes to talking about feelings and stuff. But, you know it’s not true.”

“Please don’t say negative things about yourself. I don’t like it when you do that,” Félix says. “None of us are perfect, but I know you’re trying your best to change, and you’re getting better at communicating. You’re not crap. You’re a work in progress.”

Davian smiles. “I love that you’re willing to put up with me while I figure stuff out.”

“We’re both figuring things out, mon cœur. I’m trying to learn how to be less bossy, and less clingy, and less… lots of other things I know you don’t like.”

“You can be as clingy as you want,” Davian says. “I realize it’s hard for you to not be like that right now, and I don’t mind.”

“Hormones,” Félix says.

“Hormones,” Davian echoes. “I know they’re making you feel all weird and not like your normal self, but look at what we’re getting out of it.”

“Bad skin, strange cravings, mood swings, and morning sickness that sometimes lasts into the afternoon.”

“And fabulous hair. Don’t forget the fabulous hair.”

“It is a lot fuller and shinier now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna look great on the beach, with the ocean breeze blowing through it," Davian says. "I can already see you looking super sexy in your bikini, strolling along that golden sand in Tartosa.”

“I can hardly wait to go there with you," Félix says. "I want to explore everywhere, and try new food, and I want you to make love with me under the stars.”

“Just like our very first time.”

Just like that. Slow and gentle, like we’re learning each other’s bodies all over again.”

“I love you so much,” Davian says. “You’re amazing and beautiful, and I definitely want to make love with you on the beach.”

Félix snuggles close and rests his head on Davian’s shoulder. “Remember what we talked about the night of the Internet Awards? How you said I should get a pretty white dress, and we could repeat our vows in front of our family and friends?”

“I remember,” Davian says. “Things got so crazy, we never actually revisited that idea, did we? You deserve a nice wedding, or... whatever we'd call it, since we're already married. Getting married by a chaplain in the field hospital in Belomisia wasn't much."

"Yes, it was. It was everything," Félix says. "I just wish I'd been wearing something other than camouflage."

"At least you were wearing pants. I was in a hospital gown, don't forget."

"I remember. The circumstances weren't exactly conducive to a suit."

"I'd still love to see you in a pretty white dress," Davian says.

“I still want to wear one, too,” says Félix. “In Tartosa.”

“This winter, while you’re pregnant?”

“No. After the baby comes. Next summer or autumn? If we start planning now, that will give everyone time to organize their schedules and their budgets.”

“I’m liking this plan,” Davian says. “Hopefully all our friends can come. And imagine all those cute babies in their little formal onesies or whatever.”

“Our child is not going to be wearing a onesie to our fantasy wedding.”

Davian turns enough to be able to kiss him on the forehead. “I don’t know what I like more, the idea of calling it a fantasy wedding, or the fact that you think our kid’s going to be wearing a fancy outfit.”

“Of course she’s going to wear a fancy outfit. Do you really expect any child of mine not to be fancy when the occasion calls for it?”

"You're right. What was I thinking?" Davian laughs. "Want to tell me about it? Your vision for our fantasy wedding."

And so he does. Davian holds him close, and listens while he talks about carrying a bouquet of yellow flowers and walking barefoot on the beach at sunset. As he continues to speak, his voice becomes softer and his words slower, until he drifts off right in the middle of a sentence.

As for Davian, he lies awake for a long time. He thinks about how lucky he is to have this intelligent, beautiful, gentle man in his life; this person who loves him steadfastly and who has such unwavering faith in his ability to become a better version of himself. He doesn't want to contemplate what would have happened if they hadn't made the right choices when they'd reached a crossroad. Most likely, it would have been exactly as Félix had said. They might have been just like Zahir and Dylan, one argument away from the end of their relationship.

Davian knows he would have bitterly regretted that. He would've blamed himself, and as much as Félix might deny it, he probably would've blamed Davian too, and neither would have been wrong. He knows his difficulty with expressing himself and his knee-jerk response to things that make him angry or scared are their biggest relationship hurdles. Learning healthier ways to manage his reaction to stressful situations has helped a lot, and although he still wants to try to outrun his problems sometimes, he's discovered that it's actually easier to face them head-on. Maybe not initially, but once he's past the hard part — acknowledging how he feels — it's less difficult to figure out how to move forward.

He thinks about Dylan, and wonders whether anybody's ever told him that running isn't the answer, that it's literally impossible to put distance between himself and his problems, no matter how far he runs. Maybe no one ever has, and he and Zahir have been really lucky so far, or perhaps he knows perfectly well and just doesn't care.

Davian hopes it's the former and not the latter. It's one thing to make a mistake because you don't know you're doing wrong, but it's another thing entirely to ignore what you know is right.

He wishes he could talk to Dylan, but he doubts it'll happen. If he won't even listen to his own husband or to people who are supposed to be his friends, what are the chances that he'd pay attention to somebody who's little more than an acquaintance?

Davian sighs. He tries to tell himself to stop dwelling on it. There's nothing he can do, and it's none of his business anyway. The best he can hope for is that Dylan comes to his senses before it's too late.

Meanwhile, Davian has his own life and his own love to focus on. As much as he'd like everyone to see the same positive progress in their lives as he and Félix have, and to be as contented as they are, he realizes the only relationship in which he has any control over the outcome is his own. If nothing else, he's determined to do his best to make it a success.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #willow creek #Félix Blanchet #Davian St-Jean #tw abortion mention #tw pregnancy #stargazersims #aucieletoile #aucieletoile1

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m88n · 3 years

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[7.01 pm] - when a night spent together with mark lee makes you question his motives

►listen to boyfriend - ariana grande

You recall the events of yesterday night as you make your way to the upscale burger joint that’s been designated as the meeting point for a group of friends. Lingering touches, soft breaths. Whispers of sweet nothings from a boy with clear eyes and unspoken thoughts. You don’t know what happened there—one thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were cuddling with him under his cold covers, the touches of his skin and lips becoming all too familiar to you.

Lost in your thoughts, you realize that you’ve finally reached the diner. You reach for the door handle to enter the vicinity.

Images of his slender fingertips on his game controller flashing through your mind, you two were supposed to just spend time playing games as new friends with similar hobbies. But before you knew it, you were exchanging gazes in the silence of his studio apartment, and suddenly, you were kissing each other.

You’ve been thinking about this since last night.

“y/n, come over here! Happy you made it,” A friend calls out to you from a booth.

You don’t know what to make of it, because the way he asked for 10 more minutes of your cuddles that night, yet tearing his eyes away from you all too quickly the morning after, avoiding any lingering touches as he takes you to your cab, makes you question his motives.

You sigh your thoughts out as you sit next to Sarah, the girl who everyone generally dislikes due to her disposition and behavior, but honestly, you prefer to focus on her good parts, like her bubbliness, and her ability to bring people together.

“Hey, what’s up guys?” You greet everyone, and they greet you back in unison, all smiles.

“So, everyone here?” Jeno asks Sarah.

She giggles coyly, then says in a lowered volume, “No, I invited this guy, he’s so cute. I’ve been trying to get to him since last month ever since I saw him in my stats class. Finally got his number last week,” She finishes, playing with her hair.

“Oh, alright. That’s taking awfully long, knowing how you play,” Jisung jokes backhandedly, and you shoot him a warning look, albeit with a smile threatening to break out.

Jisung smiles back at you and looks down at his cup, trying to contain himself from bursting out in laughter.

“Yeah, I know right? Guy’s got a real tight defense, what gives,” She continues, “Usually guys would’ve been all over me at this point. I wonder what’s his problem.”

Sarah turns at you, to your surprise, “Hey, y/n, what do you think? I need to get him for me.”

Not knowing how to respond, you shrug at her question. “I honestly don’t know Sarah, you’d know better than I do.”

“Yeah, thought I’d ask you cause you do these things unreasonably slow, it’s so weird, honestly y/n, you could do so much better,” She responds. You nod at her as she keeps on talking, your eyes lingering at Jisung, who gives you a look full of condolences, slowly shaking his head at you.

“—Oh hey, over here!” Sarah suddenly stops her train of endless lecturing in order to greet someone at the entrance with complete haste.

You breathed out in relief, that is, before your eyes hover over the direction of the entrance.

Mark.

It’s Mark.

“Hey everyone, this is Mark Lee, guy from my stats class, the one I’ve told you about,” Sarah announces to the rest of the table.

“Hey guys,” Mark greets, waving at your group, before his eyes meet yours.

You swear you could’ve seen a millisecond of him slightly raising his brows, but he continues as if nothing’s happened, taking the only vacant seat next to you.

“Hey man,” Mark leans in to greet someone on the table.

“Hey, doing alright?” Jisung responds.

“Not bad,” Mark says as he sits back down.

Even though you don’t mean to, your eyes are definitely shooting daggers at Jisung at this point. He looks back at you and flashes a small reserved smile that’s hard to decipher. Park Jisung, I swear.

“I didn’t know you guys knew each other! Jiji, you never told me!” Sarah bellows from beside you, snapping you out of your train of thought. Though, you proceed to look at Jisung with the same questionable look.

“First off, Sarah, don’t call me that,” Jisung says, “Second, how am I supposed to know Mark’s the guy you have in stats? I’m not an oracle,”

“Oh Ji, always so cute,” Sarah responds as she looks over you to lock eyes with Mark, “That being said, Mark, do you want to switch seats with my friend here? She doesn’t talk too much to people she just meets so you’re probably better off—”

“I’m good here, thanks Sarah,” Mark responds with a polite smile, “I can go in and out easy to get water and go to the bathroom here, so I’m good really.”

“Oh well, whatever you say Mark,” Sarah says, giggling to herself, “Before we order, let’s introduce you to everyone, you already know Jiji,” She proceeds to give out a brief introduction of each of the people on the table starting from Jisung, Mark greeting each one with attentiveness.

“… And this is y/n. She’s a psych major,” Sarah finally gets to you, “She loves stuff like anime, but don’t get me wrong, she’s cool, kinda unexpected, she’s got around like 7 tattoos hidden on her body and stuff yknow,”

“Yeah, I know.” Mark says simply as he pulls the slightest of smiles, shifting his gaze from Sarah to you.

You see Jisung struggle to stifle a look in his face from the corner of your eyes, his hand gingerly coming up to cover his mouth, quickly picking up the restaurant menu before mindlessly looking through it.

“Oh yeah, I guess you would, you could see one peeking out on her wrist,” Sarah says as laughter bubbles out of her chest, taking the menu in one hand, “Alright now that that’s over with, let’s order everybody,”

Everyone talks about their orders with each other, while Mark and you sit in silence for a few minutes as you both browse the menu by yourselves.

Mark finally looks at you from the corners of his eyes.

“….Having trouble deciding?”

You chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Number 3 has beetroot in it,” Mark says.

“...Yeah, I know, but it’s so big. I won’t be able to finish it.” You reply.

“We can share.” He says.

You look at Mark, trying to figure this boy out, but decide upon yourself that it’d probably be the best outcome anyway since both of you love beetroot in burgers.

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.” You respond.

“Cool.” Mark says.

“—What about you y/n? Have you decided yet? You always take ages to decide,” Sarah suddenly turns to you to ask in the midst of all the chatter.

“Oh, uh—”

“Yeah, she’ll be sharing with me, we’re getting number 3,” Mark chimes in.

“Oh. Okay, well, too bad I don’t like beetroot. Good thing Mark’s nice y/n,” Sarah says in response.

“Yeah, I guess,” You say.

Not too long after everyone finishes ordering, the orders arrive, and you’re greeted by the large burger you’re thankful to be sharing with someone else. You pick up your fork and knife to halve the burger.

“Let me.” Mark says, and before you knew it, he’s already in the middle of cutting your burger in half.

“Thanks, Mark.” You say to him, smiling. He just smiles back at you in response.

“....Yeah, he’s holding a birthday party next Saturday, at Scarlett Saturdays. I have an engineering essay due on the next Monday, but I’ll be going since he’s my bro and all,” You notice Jeno in the midst of his conversation with the others.

“Jaemin? You mean the Jaemin guy that went after y/n for the longest time?” Sarah asks in between bites. You notice Mark halts for a split second before he finishes cutting the burger.

“Is going after. He asked me to ask her to come. But knowing her, I didn’t even try,” He says, chuckling.

“Why don’t you go for it already, y/n? Even though he’s not really my type, I think he’s mad cute. Do you not think so?” Sarah says, turning to you.

“…I mean, yeah, he’s cute I guess. I don’t know.” You reply concisely, not really feeling like talking about that right now. You proceed to cut a small bite sized piece of the beetroot burger you’ve instead been thinking about for the past 10 minutes.

“Maybe think about it though. Just one night. Jaemin does seem like a bit of a flirt and a player, but I think he really does like you,” Jeno continues, munching on his burger.

“It’s about time you get some action don’t you think,” Sarah follows up on him.

You cough on your burger, startled by Sarah’s remark.

“Water,” Jisung readily hands you a new glass of water, as if on cue.

“Thanks, Ji,” You say, taking it from him, before gulping on it to ease your choking. God, it really seems like you’re not taking any breaks tonight. Not even to eat the beetroot burger you’ve come here to eat in the first place.

“Right? I think you really should go for it y/n,” Sarah insists, “You’re in uni, live your life instead of being inside all the time, watching anime and playing games or something,”

You sigh out, trying to ease the slight annoyance that’s starting to creep onto you. Would people just let you eat your goddamn beetroot burger already that’s starting to turn colder by the minute.

“Say, Jeno was it?” Mark suddenly says out of the blue, cutting his share of the burger, “You take chemical engineering? How far along are you in that report?”

“....Maybe 40 percent or something, probably not good enough.” Jeno muses, “You take the same class as I do, dude? Maybe we could shoot ideas to each other. Jaemin doesn’t take his studies too seriously.”

“Yeah, I’d be open to that.” Mark says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

With that simple interruption, everyone finally drops the topic and goes back to eating. You sigh out in relief, finally revelling in the relative quietness.

You gently elbow Mark’s arm while smiling, “Thanks.”

He smiles back at you with those clear eyes that became overly familiar to you after yesterday night’s events. But before you get too deep in thought, and your burger gets even colder, you shake it off and continue eating.

That is, before you feel Mark’s thigh brush against yours, and continues eating while he lets your thighs touch, as if… He meant to do that in the first place. You figure that mulling over on these budding thoughts wouldn’t serve you well at the moment, it would only cloud your head even more, and so you finally choose to just ignore it.

“….Hey dude, what’s up? I’m eating right now,” Jeno says, after finally picking up his phone that’s been vibrating on the table for the past minute while the others continue eating.

“Yeah, I got Ben to join, probably a good idea to book 3 tables,” He says, “Can we call later? I’m with the others right now, it’s kinda rude—“

“Yeah, y/n’s here,”

You sigh out, knowing exactly who’s on the other side of the phone. Tired of dealing with the whole topic, you continue eating anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, I asked her dude. It’s a no go,” He continues, “Look, if we’re gonna be talking about this can we—”

“Dude we’re literally eating right now, I’m telling you that’s what she said,”

Jisung glances at you, knowing full well that you’re incredibly annoyed at this point but still keeping it under wraps.

“Fine but if you stuff up I’m not gonna do anything about it alright, I’m just the messenger,” He says, before putting the phone in front of you, prompting you to look up from your plate.

“It’s Jaemin. He wants to talk about the party.”

“Can’t he just call her phone directly instead of asking you to?” Jisung asks Jeno.

“He keeps on telling me she won’t pick up. Persistent, that guy.” Jeno replies.

You stare at Jeno in disbelief. Jeno’s actually a good guy, academically smart, but sometimes he could really be a blockhead, and it always surprises you how that part of him could annoy you to no end.

“What you waiting for y/n? Talk to him!” Sarah says excitedly.

To your complete surprise, Mark snatches the phone off of Jeno’s hand faster than everyone on the table could even register it in their minds.

“Hey dude, y/n’s not coming. Based on what I’m hearing, she’s really not into you. You don’t know me, my name’s Mark, and I’m really into her. Only difference is, she’s reciprocated in some ways. I wanted to do things in order with her, but I’m discovering it really doesn’t matter anyway. If she doesn’t like it, she won’t go for it. And she’s not going for it dude, at least not with you.”

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somebody to you - hrj

somebody to you - renjun

behold,, the FINAL part of my nct dream x the vamps songs series! leaving y’all with something really wholesome and fluffy bc i’m inlove with renjun

word count: 2.8k

summary: huang renjun didn’t like relationships. he thought they were messy, and honestly, a waste of time. he had his whole life ahead of him, so why would he need a significant other to be happy? that was all until he met you, and thought to himself, maybe it wouldn’t be all bad...

read the rest here!

I used to wanna be

Living like there's only me

But now I spend my time

Thinking 'bout a way to get you off my mind

renjun scrolled through his endless instagram feed, swiping through threads of his friends with their girlfriends. he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him

borderline sick. he was always a realist, never really seeing the point of having a serious relationship at such a young age. in his life so far, he’d probably say he’s only had one girlfriend, and it was a random girl he asked to prom so he wouldn’t feel left out. renjun was never opposed to love, he just wasn’t actively seeking it.

“dude i reckon you’re gonna like her! she’s super cool from the sounds of it, and she goes to our university!” haechan insists as the four boys sat down for dinner in their shared apartment.

“i don’t need you to set me up on a blind date. i’m capable of finding someone on my own, thank you very much” renjun rolled his eyes, fed up with the continuous discussions of his single status.

“yeah, and how’s that going for you?” jaemin chimed in, causing jeno and haechan to chuckle in response. renjun just scoffed, shoving his mouth with more food to avoid speaking further.

“give it a chance. the worst that could happen is that you don’t vibe with her and you never talk to her again” jeno tries his best to convince the stubborn boy. renjun just shrugs, his mind contemplating the idea.

“okay fine, one date. if you guys really think she’s soo good for me, let’s see how accurate you guys are” renjun snickers. he was not confident in their matchmaking skills at all, but he loved seeing them fail.

“perfect, i’ll set it up for you. just sit back, relax and be your boring self” haechan grins, tapping away on his phone. renjun ignores the cheeky boy’s comments, finishing up his dinner. his first date in over two years, this should be good...

I used to be so tough

Never really gave enough

And then you caught my eye

Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike

renjun was regretting this date already. all he knew about you was your first name and your uni course, nothing else. the boys had refused to show him any photos of you, claiming that it would be more ‘romantic’ if he fell for you at first sight...what a cliche, he thought to himself.

“how will i even know it’s her, if i don’t know what she freaking looks like?” renjun groaned, nerves slowly building up as haechan pulled up to the date location.

“i’ll point her out, okay? just trust me” renjun let out a short sigh, hands slightly jittery. why the hell was he nervous? it wasn’t like he was going to see her after this one date.

as renjun stepped out of the car, his eyes scanned the scenery.

“jeez, you guys really went all out for this date” he was amazed by the view. it was a restaurant that was by the water, multiple little boats sailing across it and the sounds of birds humming.

“of course, you only deserve the best” haechan winked, eyes looking for renjun’s date.

“dude what if she doesn’t even show up. does she even know what i look like?” renjun was slightly panicking at this point, drifting from his tough exterior.

“haechan?” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. renjun’s eyes diverted to the owner of the voice. he felt stunned by the sight of you, dressed neatly in some jeans and a flowery blouse. you had slightly curled your hair, hands clutching to your purse as you greeted the two boys infront of you.

“hey y/n, this is renjun, your date for tonight! see you kids later, don’t get up to anything crazy” haechan chuckled to himself, shoving renjun to meet you. renjun almost clashed into your smaller frame, catching you off guard. you gently held his arms, keeping a small distance between you both.

“o-oh my bad, i-i’m renjun” he stammered, eyes meeting yours. you were slightly blown away by his looks...he was really attractive. well done, haechan.

renjun would say the same about you. even though he didn’t have a particular type, (as he found it kind of dumb tbh) he believed you could fit it perfectly.

“i’m y/n! nice to meet you” you widely smiled, renjun returning your expression as he pulled out his hand for you to shake. maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Look at me now, I'm falling

I can't even talk, still stuttering

This ground I'm on, it keeps shaking

you were currently trying to hold back your laughter as renjun recounted the story of how he caught jaemin with his girlfriend...doing the nasty, during their first week of university.

“oh my goodness! were you scarred for life?” you slammed your fist on the table, causing others around you to glare. but renjun couldn’t even focus on them, attention solely on you.

“of course! it was the first week! like couldn’t they have just waited until midterms?” renjun chuckled at the memory, proud of himself that he made you laugh so much. he must be doing something right.

“you’re really funny, renjun. some of the other guys that haechan tried to set me up with were lowkey boring. i guess he sees me as boring too” you slightly frowned, watching as renjun piped up in his seat,

“y-you’re not boring at all! you’re funny! and pretty too” he muttered the last part, not wanting you to have heard. but you did. you decided not to linger on it much, afraid to make him too flustered.

“you’d be the first guy to say that” you shrugged, taking a small sip from your glass of water.

“have you had boyfriends in the past?” renjun suddenly asked, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“i-uh i’ve had a few. nothing too serious though, how about you?” you curiously ask in return, watching as renjun looked down to his lap. he hesitated before answering,

“i’ve only had one girlfriend before. i’m not really an avid dater” renjun admits to you, hoping that you didn’t find him lame.

“oh neither am i! we have another thing in common! i feel like relationships can get really difficult to manage, especially if you aren’t in the right headspace, you know?” you started rambling, renjun stringing along to your every word. he found such beauty in the way you articulated your words. he was so entranced he almost forgot to respond.

“i totally understand how you feel, i’ve always thought that i should live my life to the fullest before i consider settling down” he commented, causing you to nod along. you really liked his answers, it seemed like you were both on the same page about relationships. you didn’t expect to enjoy his company this much, initially agreeing to go on the date so that haechan would stop teasing you for not having a boyfriend in uni yet.

you walked alongside renjun, waiting for your roommate to pick you up.

“i had a really good time tonight, renjun. thankyou” you kindly complimented, causing renjun to become more shy (if that was even possible).

“no thankyou! there were times i felt kind of awkward, but you really know how to carry a conversation” he smiled, watching as you started to get shy.

“are you flirting with me, huang renjun?” you teased, nudging his arm gently.

“so what if i am?” he nudged you back,

“well i don’t think i’d want you to stop” you smirked. before renjun could say anything back, your heard the familiar voice of your roommate urging you to get in her car.

“oh that’s my ride. i have to get going. this was nice, i’ll see you around renjun!” you hurriedly embraced the boy, placing a gentle peck to his cheek before rushing to your roommate’s car.

renjun still didn’t say anything back to you, his body frozen from your touch.

‘no no no’ he thought to himself...he was falling for her.

All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah

Is somebody to you

Everybody's tryna be a billionaire

But every time I look at you, I just don't care

“so are you gonna tell us about the date or do we have to call and ask her instead?” haechan teased as the rest of the boys sat in their living room. renjun has a book in his hands, wanting nothing more than peace and quiet after his long night.

“gosh, will you let me finish this chapter?” renjun huffed, causing jaemin and jeno to snicker. haechan pulled out his phone, holding it to renjun’s face,

“oh would you look at that? it would be a shame for my finger to slip and dial y/n” before he could continue, renjun hurriedly tossed his book to the side, tackling the pestering boy onto the ground, holding him down firmly.

“holy shit, did you get stronger?“ haechan could barely speak, still in shock from the sudden attack. renjun slowly leans back, letting out a tired sigh.

“you two are ridiculous, let’s cut to the chase, did you like her or not?” jaemin rolled his eyes, ready to hear all the tea.

renjun looked from side to side, not liking all the attention that was on him.

“i-she was really cool. honestly yeah, i did like her. but i don’t think she’s looking for anything too serious at the moment” renjun shook his head, thinking back to your heated discussion about relationships.

“okay that sounds like a cop out excuse. i think you’re just scared” jeno chimed in, the two other boys nodding along. renjun glared at them, trying his best to maintain his composure.

“yeah, i mean, did anything happen aside from good conversation?” jaemin continued to push, renjun now becoming more reserved. of course he trusted his friends, but they never really openly spoke about their feelings like this, it was quite new to all of them.

“she kissed me on the cheek before she left, does that mean something?” renjun muttered, watching as haechan tips himself over, now laying on the ground.

“you’re an idiot, must we spell it out for you? she’s totally into you as well” jeno groaned in frustration.

truth was, renjun wasn’t sure how to properly ask someone out, nonetheless be in a proper relationship with them. he was in desperate need of help...but all he had were his three idiot friends.

“i know i don’t know her well and all, but after she left, i couldn’t stop thinking about her. is this what it’s like to fall for someone? oh god...i’m falling” renjun started rambling to himself, jaemin and jeno now rested against him, shoulder touching either of his.

“the answer is pretty clear, man. go for a second date! make the move, she might be thinking the exact same thing” jeno shrugged, trying his best to advise his friend, the best he could. renjun bidded, actually agreeing with jeno for once.

suddenly, renjun felt his phone ringing. he immediately picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

as if you were listening in on their conversation, your voice rang through renjun’s ear.

“hello? is this renjun?” you nervously stammered, waiting for a response. renjun was completely frozen, his mouth hung wide as jeno pressed his own ear closer to the phone.

“y-yes this is him” renjun finally spat out, hands slightly shaking.

“oh great, this is probably coming as a surprise to you. but i uh, wanted to know if you’d be interested in going on another date” you were able to finish, heart racing as you held the phone tightly. renjun felt his heart stop after your words, jeno shaking him gently to snap out of his daze.

“o-oh yeah, i’d be really interested” renjun replies, mentally face palming himself for sounding a little too eager.

“amazing, i’ll keep in touch” you smiled to yourself, trying your best to contain your excitement. eventually you hung up, screaming into your pillow, kicking your feet up and down. was this how it felt to actually like someone?

“there’s your chance, don’t blow it!” haechan teased, throwing a cushion over to renjun who was still frozen well after the call had ended.

‘holy shit’ he mumbled.

the date you had planned for renjun, involved attending the local food markets they held once a month. you thought it would be a social enough setting for conversation to not get too awkward, as well as enjoy a variety of food. renjun met you at the bus stop, dressed in baggy jeans and a blue wind runner jacket. his hair was slightly styled, some strands gelled back. it really accentuated his facial features, making you admire him even more than you did before.

“you look really good today, i mean, not like you don’t look good everyday i’m sure you do..” you shook your head at your rambling, wanting nothing more but for him to laugh it off. renjun just smirked at you, planning another witty comment to respond,

“not as good as you though” he gently guided you to walk with him, his hand travelling to the small of your back. you slightly froze at the contact, but aimlessly followed him. he surely had his way with words.

as you both tasted some amazing food, renjun found him standing quite close to you. if you were trying a sample, he would stand behind you, his chest touching your back occasionally. it seemed really natural to him, and you didn’t mind it at all. he would often touch your shoulder gently to grab your attention, or pull you along by your waist. it gave you massive butterflies that you could shake off.

“did you want to start heading home? we can walk to the bus stop together” renjun offered kindly, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you slowly made your way out of the large crowd. just as you were about to respond, rain started sprinkling from the sky. renjun quickly moved you to stand under some shelter as the rain came pouring.

“how the hell are we meant to walk in this?” you half shouted, clutching onto renjun’s side. he couldn’t bear moving you away from him,

“let’s just run, we can’t wait for it to pass” he suddenly took your hand, pulling you along as he bolted to the nearest bus stop.

“you’re so crazy, renjun!” you shout at the boy, giggling at the entire situation. before you knew it, renjun span you around, pulling you close to his chest.

“the only thing i’m crazy about is you” he confessed, catching you completely off guard. he had a habit of making such flirty comments, but this time you felt he wasn’t trying to joke around.

“w-what?” rain was washing over the both of you, your clothes completely soaked at this point.

“i really like you, y/n. i really freaking do. i didn’t want to admit it at first because i was scared of the idea of dating. but i want to be with you. i want to be somebody to you. everyone is out here trying to settle down and start their lives, but i feel like with you we can go at a steady pace. i don’t want to rush things, incase it gets messy, and difficult. but i just needed you to know that i really like you, and i hope it’s not all in my head that you like me back” renjun firmly confessed to you, eyes never leaving yours. you slowly raised your hand to wipe some rain drops off his face, watching as he smiled into your touch. he held you tightly in his arms, awaiting your response.

“renjun, i think i made it really clear that i like you back. i was also nervous about how you’d react, considering you weren’t really looking for anything serious at first. i think we should give it a shot, we can worry about all the stress and possible fights later on. all i know is that right now, you’re the only person i want to be standing in the rain with. now can you please kiss me?” you couldn’t contain your smile as renjun leaned into you. his lips pressing gently against yours. your fingers now running through his wet hair as he held your waist firmly. the kiss started getting deeper, the atmosphere really playing into the romantic nature of it all. eventually you both pulled away, foreheads presses against eachother, softly giggling.

that was the beginning of your relationship with renjun. despite having ups and downs (as expected) you both persevered and tried your absolute hardest to make things work. renjun finally admitted to himself: falling inlove wasn’t so bad...especially when it was with the right person.

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