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mk-tozier · 4 years

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BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?” i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?” Richie smirks.

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will. i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles, kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

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sparklinpixiedust · 3 years

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Basic Training

This post has been sitting in my drafts for months now, during which I've come up with a few ways I wanted to write this post. This is what I've come up with.

Basic Training is the episode which made me hate Ben the most. The whole episode consisted him of being a stuck up brat only to be rewarded for it in the end.

This episode was the perfect opportunity to have Kevin in the spotlight and show how skilled and smart he is.

Gwen's presence in this episode was actually fine, there's no change needed for that.

Look, I know the shows named Ben 10 but we have seen Ben be the hero tons of times already.

And Ben being egoistic about his heroism is not something new in the franchise.

There have been episodes on the OS where Ben got a big head, yet I dont ever see anyone complaining about that.

Was is it because he was 10 that we excuse this behaviour? Nope.

15 - 16 is still pretty young and his attitude can be excused at this age as well.

My opinion? It was handled better in the OS.

There were times when Ben wasn't always the main focus.

In Lucky Girl, Ben has his ' who's your hero?' Moment.

They showed Gwen feeling jealous and hurt by the fact she wasn't noticed much.

It was realistic.

Then the epsiode proceeded to focus on Gwen , having Ben being kind of like a sub plot to the story.

Towards the end Ben compliments her.

So yeah Ben got big head, but at the same time they shifted focus so that the audience wouldn't find it annoying.

Gwen was in the spotlight for a bit, giving people a break from Ben.

Secondly , in Be Afraid Of The Dark, Ben again is shown to be slightly stuck up, but towards the end of that episode he learns and acknowledges Gwen and Grandpa for help and understands his crime fighting is more of a team effort.

In Galactic Enforcers, we are shown there are other heros besides Ben as well.

Ben wasn't the sole focus of that episode. Yes it was about him but also about the Galactic Enforcers.

I don't think he was shown to be over confident here , but it was nice to see some other heros in the scene.

The Ben 10,000 episode focuses on how Ben was too focused on his job and the lesson at that was Ben needed to relax and have them Galactic Enforcers take the lead instead.

Again , his attitude towards everything was brought in focus but towards the end he learnt something.

I recently started watching Generator Rex and I can't help but compare Rex's character to Ben's.

Rex is also proud , rushes into things and considers himself to be a hotshot. But they also show him being down ,having trouble with his nanites and actually voice out his insecurities.

He's still the hero, still has things go his way most times but it's not annoying like Ben.

( I've only seen like 7 episodes so far so I don't know if this going to go down hil or not but so far so good)

The issue with the sequels after the OS was that Ben was the focus a bit too much.

We as the audience were rarely ever given a break from him.

Other than a few conversations here and there about his attitude, nothing really was done about it.

Gwen should've been appreciated more for saving Kevin and Kevin should've been appreciated for stopping Aggregor.

But they weren't.

If it had been Ben , they would've made sure to show him getting some sort of recognition or trophy.

Back to the Basic Training episode.

We know he's the legendary Ben Tennyson, we know he's a hero. We didn't need another episode on it.

Instead the plot should've focused on Kevin. His skills, his abilities.

Ben would act the same but Magsiter Hulka should've put some sort of cover so Ben couldn't use the omnitrix.

Ben goes on breaking rules, and having a hard time being a hero without the watch.

Towards the end, it should've been Kevin who cracks the case and saves Hulka. Ben is mad he can't use the omnitrix but instead uses the guns and other weapons he's learnt to use at the academy

He's not amazing at them , but it makes him realise that he is hero , watch or not, something that has been emphasised in the show. Its not impossible for him to function without the watch.

Towards the end, Ben getting a 95 was a stretch. I'm sorry , but the guy wasn't great with using weapons and without the watch I dont think he would've been able to complete that hostage excercise.

I'm thinking more like 89%.

Gwen gets 98, that's fine and Kevin gets a 100.

Hulka comes in and awards the medal (?) to Kevin, suggesting he's becoming more like his father.

( im ignoring the ret con, plus the retcon I'm assuming wasnt thought off at this point by the writers)

Ben is shown to take one of the guns back to earth, because he thinks they're cool and he wants to practice and get better at them.

The whole hostage situation makes him want to get better at making strategies.

Yes he's good at improv, but he needs to learn to properly plan as well.

It doesn't matter if he's never shown to use the gun ever again, and he's back to relying on the omnitrix.

Or maybe some time down the line, he could use the weapon, even if it for a second, to show that he is improving and getting better.

Before you say 'he's already a hero, he doesn't need to learn anything ' sorry but no.

He's 16. He may have saved the world but he still has growing up to do. Different battles are going to arise all the time.

Saying he is perfect at 16 is dumb. Saying he's perfect when he's ben 10k , it'll make some sense. He's been around for a while and is pretty experienced.

The watch is a part of him, but seeing him try to explore other options would've been a fresher idea.

Another scene that made me mad was the court (?) scene in Vreedle, Vreedle.

Ben being a hero shouldn't make him above the law.

Domstol ruling in favor of Ben just because he's the legendry Ben Tennyson was stupid.

After Ben's little monologue , and destroying Domstols desk, the judge should've just informed him that being a hero does not excuse him from following the law.

Kevin could've had his little moment doing some negotiation ( would've been nice to see how he works as con artist) and Ben could've jumped in and helped while making some good points for the argument, showing us he's not stupid.

Then having Domstol rule in their favor would've made sense.

On the way back to earth there could've been a joke about how Ben watches Judge Judy too much which is where he learnt about trials and stuff. Or maybe Gwens dad taught him a thing or two at some point.

All this doesn't mess with Ben's character all that much, he's still the hero of the show, he still has his ego but it makes him more likeable, shifts focus from his attitude, and shows us he's pretty smart and is growing into a good hero.

Ben's not a bad guy. I mean he is the hero of the show. There are tons of scenes which show he's good , like the whole sacrificing thing so the ultimates could live and all.

But little scenes here and there tend to be enough for someone , especially for someone who isn't a super hard-core Ben lover to form negative opinions on him.

Although calling him a psychopath / narc is out of line because I don't find him to be like that. His attitude was magnified by him being in the spotlight too much and writers not having a good balance in writing situations.

Ben being the main character of the show is at risk of becoming hated or less appreciated just because he's the font runner of the show.

Admit it, side characters tend to get more love most times than the main agonist of shows.

I've been watching videos on YouTube on this topic as to why this happens , and what I've come up with is that writers of shows tend to focus too much on main character. Things seem to go their way most times and this tends to get on peoples nerves, consciously or subconsciously because it's not exactly realistic.

Having shows where everything focuses on one person most times tend to backfire.

I don't mind Ben having a big head, I dont mind him making jokes and being so casual.

It's his defense mechanism to protect himself from drowning into the struggles and pressures of being a hero. But always having him be that way isn't good.

The writers should've executed it properly.

( okay this post got really long, more than I thought it would. If you're read the whole things , congratulations on making it here lol.

I'm not going to stop anyone from replying to this because everyone has different opinions and we all have the freedom to express them.

Although I believe I've made my point and I've made sure to keep in mind all the arguments about why bashing Ben is wrong when he's not a bad guy while typing this out.

I don't think I've directed any major hate towards him , its mostly towards the writers for making the situations like that,but if you think I have you can reply to it.

I'm not gonna reply back though , because again I feel I've made my point.

Any agreements / disagreements you have with the post feel free to share because it is your right.

Any disagreements you have with other members, as long as its related to the post you can share it.

Any issues you have personally with other members, please keep them to your selves.

I will not tolerate bullying , harassing, name calling and petty arguments on my post and blog page.

If this happens I will simply delete this post and re-upload it.)

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Just Like a Woman - Part 12

A Roger Taylor x Reader Story

Summary: You and Roger were once in love when you were young. Only, he went on to be a rock star, and you went on to be a lawyer. Now, quite against your will, you’re representing him in his divorce.

Word Count: 3.1k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @the-moving-finger-writes, @assembledherethevolunteers, @rose-writes-prose, @queenlover05, @26-7-49, @drowsebaby, @moon-stars-soul, @im-an-adult-ish, @ixchel-9275, @jennyggggrrr, @zyanmaik, @mypassionfortrash, @a19103, @madeinheavxn, @beepbeephardy, @rrogerchxrm, @qweenly, @blisshemmings, @seasidecrowbar, @internationalkpoplova, @ellystone, @takemetoneverland420, @coffeexcigarette, @lookuptotheskiesandsee, @thatpunkmaximoff, @angelkissys, @rocknroll-stolemyass, @simonedk, @anotheronewritesthedust1, @peterquillzblog, @mrfahrenhcit, @joseph-mozzerella, @theprettyandthereckless, @nixfreak, @johndeaconshands, @rogerandhiscar, @queenmaracasandlove, @sunflower-ben, @cubetriangle, @amy-brooklyn99, @scorpiogemini, @kiainspace, @itsabenthing, @bookandband, @makemeyourwife-loveofmylife, @grazessa, @borhapqueen92, @theonsasheart, @vektorivittu, @chanti-frn, @brianssixpence, @dancingcoolcat, @xviiarez, @irepookie, @lnnuend0, @rogerxmeddows, @vici-xx, @bellas2silly,@rogerrhqpsody If you’d like to be added for the epilogue, let me know!

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! However, there WILL be an epilogue, so it’s not quite over yet!

Warning(s): None!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Part 12 here we go!!!

Two weeks passed. The sentencing was equally as satisfying as the trial. Sully was hit with ten years in prison, but would not be eligible for parole until after serving at least five. You were sure they would appeal, but for now, he was going to be off the streets and Dominique had secured her justice. It made your entire career in law up until this point worth it.

After the sentencing, Bill called you into his office. You were nervous about it because usually he didn’t have private meetings unless it was serious. You swallowed before walking in.

“Y/N,” he greeted you. “Thanks for coming up. I know you’re busy.”

“No problem,” you replied. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you for handling this case,” he said. “You took it on with no experience. You also overcame your own hurt to take on Roger’s divorce. You’ve proven just how valuable you are to this firm these past months.”

You blinked, surprised by the flattery.

“Well, I - um - thank you,” you said. “What’s brought this on?”

“We’re growing as a firm,” he said. “And with John retiring, I’ve got to start thinking about his replacement.”

John was the other senior partner. He was Bill’s professor, and they began the firm together. Your stomach jolted. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

He twirled his pen between his fingers and glanced down at a packet of papers on his desk.

“This is a new contract for employment,” he said. “For you. To become a partner.”

“A senior partner?” you questioned.

He smiled. “Just partner for now. But that is the track I see for you.”

You almost squirmed in your seat with joy. To become a partner was a dream of yours. To be on track for senior partner was even more pleasing to hear.

“What do you say?” he asked. “We’re a good team. You deserve to help me run this place, especially after what you’ve recently accomplished.”

A smile spread across your face.

“I say hell yes,” you told him, beaming.

“Wonderful,” he replied. “If you read the contract, you’ll see your salary increase.”

You reached out and picked up the packet. You scanned the first page until you found the number. Your stomach did a flip at the offer and your eyes went wide.

“What?!”

He smirked. “That’s just a little less than I make. I thought that was fair considering how great an attorney you are.”

“That’s a lot of money!”

“Nothing that you don’t deserve.”

You put the papers in your lap and looked at him with your mouth hanging open.

“This is incredible, Bill,” you said earnestly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he returned. “I’m looking forward to this.”

Feeling completely elated, you signed the papers. Afterward, you called Roger to tell him the good news.

“A partner?!” he gasped. “Y/N, that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

“Thank you, sweetie!” you replied. “I just can’t believe it! I mean, Bill did so much of the work for Dominique’s case, and he guided me through all of it, so I was just really shocked! But I’m excited I can hardly stand it!”

“Tell you what, this calls for celebration,” he said. “How about I take you to a special lunch tomorrow and we can toast to your promotion?”

“I’d love that,” you told him.

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight, love.”

“See you tonight.”

You hung up and giggled to yourself. You could barely contain your emotion. Everything was coming together, like Roger said. You were looking forward to your future with him, and your promising career as a partner.

The next day, Jane came into your office first thing in the morning.

“Y/N, Miss -” she began, but Miss Thomas swept by her and marched into your office.

“Miss Thomas needs to see you,” Jane finished, shooting the woman an annoyed glare.

“Yes, Jane, I can see that,” you sighed. “You may go.”

She nodded and closed the door. You looked at Miss Thomas.

“Lucy, how can I help you?” you asked.

“I need you to help my father with his wrongful termination suit,” she said, swinging her hair behind her shoulder.

“Okay, what does he do?” you asked.

“He’s a primary school teacher,” she said.

“And why was he fired?” you wondered.

“Because he believes he’s Santa Claus,” she told you simply.

You blinked. “I - I’m sorry?”

“He told the children that he’s Santa - which he believes - so the headmaster fired him,” she went on. “It’s completely unfair. What, just because he’s Santa means he doesn’t have a right to work?”

“You do know that he’s not really Santa Claus, right?” you asked slowly, shock still coming over you.

“There’s no way to prove that he isn’t, really,” she said with a shrug. “Whether he is or not isn’t for me to decide. The point is, he shouldn’t be fired for it.”

“When’s the court date?” you asked, ignoring the ridiculousness of it.

“Tomorrow,” she said. “Can you meet with him today?”

Your eyes went wide. “Tomorrow?! Why am I only just learning about this?!”

“He had another lawyer, but he was terrible so I fired him,” she answered. “You’re the best lawyer I know, so I came to you.”

“I can meet with him today, but it’ll have to be over lunch,” you said with a sigh. “I’m booked the rest of the day.”

“Great, I’ll see you at noon,” she chirped.

She stood up, turned on her heel and sauntered out of your office. You heaved another sigh. You had so been looking forward to your lunch with Roger, but now you were going to have to call and cancel. But as you picked up the phone, you heard the now familiar laugh of the little boy. You whipped around and spotted him crawling beneath the window behind your desk.

“What are you doing down there?” you wondered, smiling at him.

You had seen him at least once a day for the past two weeks. You told only Roger, who insisted you see a psychiatrist. Or maybe even a neurologist. You refused because going to the doctor was your absolute least favorite thing to do and you were certain the visions would stop. Only, they weren’t. You were beginning to consider Roger’s idea. Especially now that you were talking to him.

He only giggled before disappearing as he always did. You shook your head, amused. Then you dialed Roger. The phone rang, and as it did, you got an idea.

“Hello?” Roger’s voice came through on the other end.

“Rog?”

“Yes, love?”

“Could you meet me at my office for lunch today instead of the restaurant?” you requested. “I’m meeting a last minute client and I could use your help.”

“Really?” he questioned. “Sounds odd. And what about our celebration?”

“It’s Miss Thomas’s father,” you told him. “Can we celebrate tonight instead?”

“I can’t imagine what he’s like,” he said with a chuckle. “Of course we can celebrate tonight. I’ll change the reservation.

“Thank you so much,” you replied. “Get here around noon, yeah?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Love you!”

“Love you more.”

You hung up, humming contentedly.

He made good on his promise. In fact, Roger arrived before Miss Thomas and her father. You explained to Roger what she had told you that morning, but didn’t tell him the vital question you were going to ask.

Miss Thomas entered your office, accompanied by the kindest looking elderly man you had ever seen in your life. You wondered how he could have fathered someone like her. He was round, with cherry red cheeks, and a jolly smile. He wore a black peacoat, but you could see the red trousers beneath it. On his feet were black boots. Atop his silvery white mane of hair, he wore a red Santa hat. As he made his way through the office, he wished everyone a happy Christmas. Until finally, he was at your door.

“Mr. Claus,” you said respectfully. “Thank you for taking time to see me today.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied. “This whole business is really throwing off my schedule. And this is a very busy time of year for me.”

“I imagine so,” you returned. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you,” he said kindly, and he sat in a chair across from your desk.

“Tell me a little bit about your case,” you said.

“Well, for most of the year, I teach primary school,” he explained. “But of course, the closer the holidays get, the busier I get. So, I told the children this and why I was so busy, and then some parents got upset and the next thing I knew, I was fired.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “Well, we’re going to try and get you your job back, sir. Only, we have to prove that what you’re saying isn’t proof of diminished capacity, which is what the headmaster is claiming.”

“I don’t understand all these legal terms,” he said with a shrug. “I just know that after delivering the presents this year, I won’t have the usual children to look forward to.”

“Mr. Claus, have you ever seen this man before?” you asked, pointing to Roger.

Mr. Thomas laughed heartily. “Well, of course I have! But not since he was a boy! How are you, Roger?”

“Um...fine?”

Roger raised a concerned eyebrow at you. He clearly had never actually met this man in his life.

“Mr. Claus, do you know Mr. Taylor from his band, Queen?” you asked.

Mr. Thomas shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Roger stopped writing to me when he was ten, and of course with all the new children, we lost touch.”

“Mr. Claus, how many children does Roger have?” you asked.

“Why, he’s got two!” Mr. Thomas said excitedly. “Little Felix and baby Rory. Both very good children who will be getting sweets in their stockings this year!”

Roger’s eyes went wide as an owl’s. He looked over at you again.

“I’ve never shared my children’s names publicly,” he said. “Ever.”

“And of course, there’ll be another next year, though he hasn’t got a name yet,” Mr. Thomas added with a twinkle in his eye.

You froze as you absorbed those words.

“I...I’m sorry, what?” you squeaked with shock.

Miss Thomas looked at you like you were an idiot.

“You’re pregnant, Y/N, didn’t you know?” she snapped.

“How could I possibly know, I haven’t even missed a period!” you protested.

You looked desperately at Roger. The color had drained from his face. You gaped at each other, in complete disbelief.

“You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” Mr. Thomas said. “Your son?”

“M-my son?” you sputtered.

Was that the little boy you were seeing? Was that why he resembled Roger with that little piece of you?

Mr. Thomas’s eyes sparkled again as he winked at you.

“I...I have been seeing a boy, but I didn’t…” you trailed off, brain muddled with everything you were experiencing.

“He’s trying to get your attention, Y/N,” Mr. Thomas said. “Have you spoken to him?”

“I’ve tried, but he always disappears,” you admitted, unsure what made you comfortable enough to say it.

“He’s telling you he’s on the way,” he continued. “You ought to schedule an appointment with your doctor.”

You still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. You had no anticipated Mr. Thomas knowing about Roger’s children, much less the one that might exist in the future. And yet, to think that you might be carrying Roger’s son made you happier than you could recall feeling in years.

“Mr. Thomas, I will take your case,” you finally said.

“Hold on, this must be a trick,” Roger interjected. “I’m famous, he could have known -”

“Not if you’ve never shared their names,” you cut across him.

“What if he’s a journalist who could somehow gain access to -”

“Roger, he’s a schoolteacher,” you interrupted again. Then you looked at Mr. Thomas. “And so much more.”

You smiled at him, which he returned. Roger was still struggling.

“This is crazy,” he said. “It’s absolutely mad.”

“There’s only one way to be sure,” you said.

You had Jane schedule you a doctor’s appointment that afternoon. An at-home pregnancy test would not do for this occasion. Roger insisted on coming with you, so before you knew it, you were sitting on an exam table, swinging your legs with anxiety. Roger was pacing in front of you. The results of this would mean Mr. Thomas was telling the truth, but it meant even more for you and Roger.

“Rog, if we are pregnant,” you began with a sigh. “What...what would you like to do about it?”

He looked at you and his brow furrowed. “How do you mean?”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. “I mean, would you want to keep it, or…?”

“Oh, my love,” he said gently, striding over to pull you into a hug. “Of course I want to keep it. It’s our child.”

“I know, but we’ve only just got back together, and we aren’t married,” you went on.

“Would you like to be?” he asked.

You blinked. “What?”

“Married,” he said. “Do you want to get married?”

“Is this a proposal?” you returned.

“It might be,” he replied.

You frowned. “Roger, I don’t want to get married just because there might be a child. I want you to marry me only if you really want to marry me. And if you are going to propose, it can’t be in a bloody doctor’s office.”

He chuckled. “Don’t get upset, it was just a way to start the discussion.”

A beat passed and he became serious again.

“Y/N, I want to marry you because I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” he said. “The only thing more foolish than getting married would be not getting married because we have wasted so much time already.”

Your mouth began to fall open as you looked at him.

“And no, this isn’t an official proposal,” he said. “I know the one you’ve always dreamed of. But this is where my heart is and I want you to know - I’d marry you right this fucking second, baby or no baby.”

“Rog, I -” you began, but then the doctor walked in.

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, it looks like you are pregnant,” she said.

The words washed over you. Pregnant. With Roger’s baby. The dream you had always wanted since before you even knew who you were.

“I...I am?” you asked. “Are you sure?”

She chuckled and then turned the paper in her hand to show you.

“I’m sure,” she said. “How did you know if you hadn’t missed a period?”

You looked between her and Roger, scrambling for an answer.

“Father Christmas told us,” he said simply.

She blinked and looked at him like she hadn’t heard him right. “Father...Christmas?”

He nodded. “Father Christmas.”

“Well, I can’t exactly argue with that, can I?” she teased, smiling again. “So, we should start you on a few things to keep you and your baby healthy…”

She went on, and you tried to pay attention, but the only thing you could think of was the life you now knew existed within you. You looked down at your stomach, thinking of how it would look in nine months. You were having a baby. With the man of your dreams. You looked up at Roger, who was listening intently to the doctor. You were so grateful that you had found him again, you felt your eyes get warm with tears.

“Y/N?” the doctor said, looking at you with concern. “Are you alright?”

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Yeah, um, could we just have a minute?” you choked out.

“Of course,” she agreed. “Just call me if you need anything.”

She stepped out of the room and you looked at Roger through your tears. A shaky smile formed across your lips as you met his gaze.

“We’re having a baby!” you sobbed.

You slid off the exam table and threw yourself into his arms. He laughed as he caught you. Giving you a squeeze, he closed his eyes to the feeling of you against him. This was everything he had ever wanted as well. To be with you. To have children with you. To love you for the rest of his life.

“I love you so much,” he said, choking up himself. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” you returned. “Happy Christmas, Roger.”

“Happy Christmas, Y/N.”

You went to dinner that night as planned, only without the champagne. While you were originally intending to celebrate your promotion to partner, you were thrilled to celebrate a more important promotion - to mother. You felt this was the one that would change you the most, and you couldn’t wait to see how.

As you and Roger walked back to your flat, you passed some carolers. Among them stood the little boy. He had a mischievous grin on his face that made you look at his father and smile. The boy looked at you and waved before running off and slowly fading out. The wave didn’t feel like a goodbye. It felt more like “see you soon.”

You were dragged to a stop because Roger had halted on the sidewalk.

“Rog?” you asked. “What is it?”

His eyes were fixed on the spot the boy had just disappeared from.

“Was that him?” he wondered, looking at you.

“You saw him?!” you cried.

“I did!” he returned excitedly. “He just waved and ran off! Was that him?!”

“Yeah!” you told him. “That was the boy!”

You took a giddy moment together and clasped hands.

“I’ve got the feeling we won’t be seeing him again,” you said. “Until, y’know, he’s actually here.”

“This feels so surreal,” he replied. “I can’t believe we’ve seen him.”

“It does all seem to be so magical,” you agreed. “But I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy. I know you’ve done this already, so -”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss.

“Y/N, no matter how many times I’ve done this, the thrill of being a father again doesn’t get old,” he said. “And to have a baby with you….well, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I am just as excited now as I was with Felix. Maybe even more so.”

You beamed at him.

“I love you, Roger Taylor,” you said.

“I love you more, Y/N Y/L/N,” he returned.

You kissed there in the street, caring nothing for the busyness around you. All that mattered was the man in your arms, the baby in your belly, and the future before all three of you.

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BTBY Chapter 13

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Where the fuck is Ben?

Previous Chapter here

Namjoon wakes up with a start as he feels something kicking his foot. He looks up to see Xavier holding a tray of coffee. He rubs his face with his palm and shakes his head. “Hey.”

“Sorry, I tried just saying your name but it wasn’t working. Coffee?” He asks and holds out one of the cups.

“Yes, thanks.” He takes the cup and looks over to see you’re still sleeping.

“Any updates?” Xavier asks as he sits two coffee cups on the side table.

“No. They brought a doctor in to show her the skull xrays and then she passed out. Anything on your end?”

Xavier takes a deep breathe in, sitting on the window ledge. “Yeah, I went to their apartment. I have a key because you know, best friend,” he gestures to himself. He pauses and looks over at your sleeping form to make sure that you are really out of it before he proceeds. He lowers his volume slightly and looks over ta Namjoon. “And Ben is nowhere to be found. The shower was wet though so he definitely went home and showered. Their car is gone and he’s ghosting me, Gina, and Joe.”

“Wow. What a dick.”

“Yeah, well Ben and I aren’t on the best of terms anyway so yes, I agree with you a million percent. I just don’t know what I’m going to say to [y/n] when she wakes up asking about it.” He sips his coffee and then gets his phone out.

Namjoon takes out his phone to check any messages he may have gotten in his sleep. He has several from the other members and their manager.

[Tae]: ok. I’ll fly out tonight. Are you feeling better now that she’s awake?

[Manager Sejin]: That’s fine. We understand. Just lay low and we’ll sort it. I booked the hotel for the rest of the week. Lmk if you need longer.

[Jin]: Im gOiNg To GeT My SOulMarK rEmOvEd -_-

[JHOOOOOOPE]: Are you feeling better now? Tae says you are staying there for a while. BE NICE.

[JIMINISSI]: We miss you. Take care.

Namjoon sends replies to everyone except Jin. And then scrolls through social media.

“I’m ordering non-hospital food. Do you want anything?” Xavier asks, breaking the silence.

“No. I’m fine. Thanks. I think I’ll head over to the hotel and nap if you’re going to stay here?” He says getting up out of the chair.

“Yeah. I’ll be here until around 2 and then Rafael is going to stop by. Just wait a minute, I’m going to ask the nurse if [y/n] can eat food from out or not.” Xavier says not waiting for an answer as he exits the room.

Namjoon walks over to your bed and covers your foot that you’ve kicked out from under the sheet. The pressure cuffs are still on your legs, preventing blood clots. He feels guilty once again that he had been so selfish when you were lying here with so many tubes and devices stuck to you. He decided last night he will make it up to you. Somehow. As much as he can in the next few days.

He walks over to the hospital table and takes out the small memo pad and writes down his phone number with a note. “I’ll be back this afternoon. If you need something before then: xxxxxxxxxx” He puts it on your bedside table underneath the coffee cup.

Xavier walks back in. “Two breakfast burritos on their way. Yesss.” He says, satisfied with his breakfast order. “Did anyone say how long she might have to stay here?”

“No. I think she’s getting her legs evaluated today.” Namjoon responds as he packs up hs phone charger and puts his trash into the small bin.

“Thanks for coming RM. And more importantly for staying. I know you didn’t really want any of this,” Xavier gestures to the whole area.

“Call me Namjoon. And how long have you known about…” he pauses not sure how to word it. “Me and [y/n] being soulmates?”

Xavier laughs, “Uh since day one. Best friend, remember?” he says dryly. He looks towards the door, making sure the three of you are the only ones in the room. “I also know about your extracurricular activities.”

Namjoon feels his face grow a little red.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Xavier pauses for a moment. “So. When are you flying out?”

“I think I’ll stay for the rest of the week. I’m still not really up to performing yet, and also I want to stay and make sure she gets better.”

Xavier raises his eyebrows at this but doesn’t say anything. “Ok. Well then I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Yeah, see you,” Namjoon responds as he leaves the room to go see Tae before the younger man flies out.

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You wake up to sunlight streaming into your room. Fuck your head still hurt. But your arms feel much less stiff today, you noticed as you slowly started to wake up more. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and smelled coffee. YEsssss you thought. It had been forever. Well maybe a week. And you were unconscious for a lot of it, but you were still excited. You wiggle your body into a more seated position and use the bed remote to raise you. You saw the coffee cup next to your bed and reached for it, and also saw a note with a coffee ring. You pick it up and read it. Namjoon’s number? Wow, you think as you took out your phone and added the contact.

“Hey babe,” you hear Xavier’s voice and look over towards the doorway. He’s holding a bag of food and is once again your favorite person in the world.

“Hey. Sorry for yelling at you yesterday.” You say. You felt super embarrassed as you remember all the yelling and crying you did yesterday.

“No worries. You got hit by a car. I freak out when they get my coffee order wrong,” Xavier commiserates as he walks closer. “The nurse said you can have real food. Do you want some?”

“Yes. Absolutely.” you respond immediately, your stomach growling and aching. You had eaten a few crackers yesterday but didn’t want to push your luck. Today though, you were ravenous. Xavier walks closer and tosses a burrito onto your lap. HE is dreading the question he knows you are going to ask him so he stalls.

“I talked to Namjoon a bit this morning. He seems a lot nicer.”

You are chewing your burrito as you nod your head, “Yeah. I guess so. He was nicer to me yesterday too. Weird. And, he gave me his number.” You hold up the piece of paper.

“Honey that’s nothing, I’ve been texting him for days.” Xavier teases you as he bites his burrito.

You laugh, covering your mouth full of food. “Such a brat. Thanks for the food.”

“Of course,” he responds.

You check your phone to see if you have any messages from Ben. Nothing.

[Y/N]: Are you ok? I’m worried about you.

You send the message off. “Have you heard from Ben?” You ask Xavier. You can tell by his shift in body posture that he hasn’t.

“No.”

There’s more to it….”Did you go to the apartment?”

“I did. He had been there and showered, but he was gone by the time got there.”

You feel knots in your stomach. “What if he’s been in an accident or something?”

Xavier can’t help but feel annoyed. If Ben would just answer his fucking phone you two wouldn’t be here worrying about his stupid ass.

“He probably just needed to clear his head or something. If we haven’t heard from him in a while we can call jails and hospitals.” Xavier says nonchalantly.

You felt nauseous at the thought of your fiance being in either one of those places. You put your burrito down, suddenly unable to finish it.

“You gotta eat [y/n] even when your boyfriend sucks.” Xavier says flippantly.

You pout. “Fiance. And he could be in trouble Even if he’s busy sorting shit out in his head, it’s a lot to take in that your partner has a soulmate and didn't tell you.”

Xavier rolls his eyes, “ Yeah. Except he should be here with you, talking it through. And supporting you, you just got out of a fucking coma.”

You sigh. You and Ben’s relationship had become a point of contention between you and Xavier over the past few months. Ben had been distant while you were on your summer tour, rarely responding to your texts and almost never facetime-ing you. When you complained about it, he had called you clingy. Xavier sent you a million memes on gaslighting and toxic behavior until you got annoyed with him and told him to stop. You lowered your expectations of Ben. After all, you were the one who had decided to spend your summer traveling around the country. You were lucky to be with someone so understanding of your schedule. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

And then he didn’t pick you guys up at the airport. He forgot. Even though you reminded him several times and forwarded him the flight confirmation. The two of you waited at the airport for two hours just in case he remembered before Xavier angrily called Joe who arrived after 20 minutes.

“See [y/n]? This is what a good boyfriend looks like.” He snidely commented to you as he walked around and hugged and kissed Joe.

“You can’t control what anyone else does babe. You can only control your reaction to it. You eating that burrito or not isn’t going to make Ben appear, but it will help you feel better.”

“Yeah,” you say and pick it back up, taking small bites to make Xavier happy.

The rest of the morning passes quickly after that, with various doctors and nurses coming in and out, checking the screens, reading off blood counts, cognitive checks, and examining your legs. You tell Xavier to get his butt back to work, promising him that you will take care of yourself.

A cheerful woman pops in with a walker. “Hello! I’m Mandy and I’m one of the physical therapists here. We’re going to see how your legs are doing. Is that alright?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. I’ll be glad to get these things off,” you gesture to the cuffs.

“Yes, hopefully you’ll be able to bear weight and we can work on lessening the cuff time.” She walks over and gently removes the pressure cuffs off your legs. “Now it’s been a week since you’ve usd your legs so we’re going to take it nice and slow. We don’t want you falling.”

“Ok,” you say and swing your legs over the side of the bed and gently slide down, allowing your feet to touch the hospital floor. You can tell they don’t quite feel normal, like they belong to someone else.

“Let’s just start with this. You’re going to use this and stand. Ok?” She places the aluminum walker in front of you. You nod your head and grip both sides of the frame. Holy shit she wasn’t kidding. Just standing there your body feels so heavy and foreign to you.

“Good. Good. Just stand there for a few more seconds and then we’ll have you sit down and do that a few more times.” She makes a few notes on her tablet.

You stand there for a few more seconds and then you see Namjoon in the doorway. “Hey,” you greet him as you take a seat on the bed.

Mandy turns and casually looks over at the doorway. And then looks again, clearly missing how hot he was the first time. You notice her eyes widen a bit as she makes eye contact with her tablet. You get second hand embarrassment and blush as well.

“Can I come in or is this a bad time?” he asks.

Mandy clears her throat, “It’s fine with me, it’s up to you.” She says to you. “Stand up again please.”

“Sure, come in. But no making fun of me.” You say as you stand up again. You feel your joints starting to loosen up a bit this time.

“I don’t know if I can comply with those terms.” He says from the doorway. You admire how his solid frame takes up so much of the space there.

“Yeah, well just remember if I fall it hurts you, so encouragement is encouraged.”

He laughs, “Encouragement is encouraged? Wow. And English is your first language.”

You smirk. “Go sit down and read a book or something.”

You continue with your standing exercises for a few more minutes.

“Ok that’s all for right now, we don’t want to wear you out. Keep doing that a few times every hour and we can keep the cuffs off during the day.” She smiles at you reassuringly. “I’ll be back at 4 and we are going to do work with therabands. I’ll see you then.”

“Great, thank you.” you respond as she leaves the walker and exits the room. “Ughhh that was so tiring.” You complain as you swing your legs back into bed and place them under the covers.

“Hey, it’s way better than yesterday.” Namjoon says from his chair by the window.

“True. How are you feeling today?”

“A lot better. I grabbed a nap and shower at the hotel and talked to the team.”

“When do you fly out?”

“Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” He asks, feigning insult.

You roll your eyes, “I feel like you have a very important day job that you should get back to.”

Namjoon smiles, “I’ll leave in a week. I guess less if you kick me out.”

“No, I like having you here. You know other than the constant insults, your eye candy factor helps balance it out” You tease him and he laughs You hear a noise from the doorway. You recognize it instantly. It’s Ben clearing his throat.

“Sorry. Am I interrupting something?” NEXT CHAPTER

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Eccentricity [Chapter 6: You Know You Got Me In The Palm Of Your Hand]

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make. Potentially a better love story than Twilight.

Chapter Title Is A Lyric From: Mean It by Lauv.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to sex and violence, slavery in American history.

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What The Fuck, Washington Animals Are Weird

I woke up in a bedroom drenched in a rainbow of darkness, shades of grey vacillating from charcoal to the wings of a mourning dove; indolent dawn rain pattered against the window. There were no glaring veins of sunlight spilling in through gaps in the curtains, no promise of dry invigorating heat, no whistle of vicious parched wind. Toto, we’re not in Phoenix anymore.

“Ugh,” I complained to the empty room, unraveling from a tangle of blankets patterned with cacti and pure white clouds and rust-orange suns.

I clicked off my iPhone alarm—I’d beaten it by two minutes; my circadian rhythm was finally conceding that this whole Pacific Time thing was permanent—and read my nine new texts from Joe.

3:12 a.m.: Hey it’s an emergency what’s the plural of octopus

3:13 a.m.: Rami is insisting that it is octopuses

3:14 a.m.: But it’s octopi, right? Right?? I just announced in front of everyone that it’s octopi

3:15 a.m.: Scarlett is verbally abusing me

3:18 a.m.: Oh you are probably asleep

3:21 a.m.: Update, according to the internet Rami is right and now I have to assume a new identity and move to Antarctica

3:25 a.m.: We can discuss logistics of the Antarctica relocation tomorrow

3:26 a.m.: Hope you like penguins

3:30 a.m.: Okay goodnight!! Don’t let the mythical creatures bite!!

“That man,” I murmured to myself, smiling.

I typed out: It’s definitely octopuses, you clown. Then I deleted ‘clown’ and replaced it with its Italian equivalent: pagliaccio. Text sent.

Joe responded almost instantly. I had to ask Lucy what pagliaccio meant and now she’s verbally abusing me too. Send help. See you at lunch. xx

Wait, two Xs? What did Xs mean?? Kisses???

Did Joseph Francis Mazzello, sexy undead Italian man, just send me multiple text kisses?

“You’re gonna give me an aneurism, Chicago boy,” I muttered at my phone as I slid it into the pocket of my flannel pajama pants. And then I glanced out the bedroom window into a tussle of rain and thick, caliginous fog.

Just a few feet beyond the misted glass, its leathery talons hooked around a branch of Charlie’s decades-old red alder tree, was an owl. But not just any owl. A hulking, spotlessly white owl.

“Oh, hey, you,” I whispered, leaning closer, pressing my palms against the cold window. My hands left transparent imprints in the condensation. “Hey, buddy. Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? I sure wish I was. Did something wake you up? Did your idiot vampire boyfriend disturb you with a series of ridiculous texts?”

The owl just contemplated me with unnervingly vast, slick, engrossed eyes. And there was something else, too: those eyes were blood red.

“So you’re an albino owl, huh big guy? Good for you. You know, usually albino animals don’t last all that long in the wild. Because they’re really easy for predators and prey to spot. Or they get skin cancer. So congratulations on living to become the voluptuous, tremendously creepy creature that you are today. Job well done.”

The owl stared back at me unflinchingly, blinked, then resumed staring. Rainwater gathered in swelling beads like blood drops on its ivory-colored beak and talons.

“Well,” I noted, turning away and grabbing my shower towel off the back of the desk chair. “You don’t get that in Arizona.”

Thirty minutes later, I was bounding down the stairs two at a time to meet Charlie in the kitchen. He was browsing through his daily newspaper at the table, drinking coffee and nibbling messily on burnt triangles of toast. Crumbs littered his moustache.

“You didn’t tell me that living here came with the added benefit of freaky albino animal friends.”

Charlie crinkled his forehead at me. “Huh?”

“How was bowling with the dads last night?”

“Oh, awesome!” he exclaimed, folding up his newspaper and slapping it down on the table. “We bowled against the team from Mora and it came right down to the wire, but we caught them. Dr. Lee got a strike on his very last turn. He always seems to do that...he’ll be bowling hit or miss all night and then when it really matters he manages to pull a strike out of nowhere. He’s a beast.”

“He’s a pretty remarkable guy,” I agreed, rummaging through the cabinets for Pop-Tarts.

“He mentioned that you and his son were really hitting it off,” Charlie said, grinning. “Not the ragey blond one. The spindly annoying one. What’s his name again? Josh? Jimmy?”

“Joe.” I conjured up my best poker face of lofty indifference. It crumbled like a sandcastle beneath reckless, rushing footsteps.

“Ohhhh, I saw that!” Charlie said, pointing, delighted. “Check out that smile. My gorgeous, brilliant progeny has a crush. I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t be single for long up here. Alright, I’m ready. Bring on the grandchildren.”

“Shut up,” I pleaded good-naturedly.

“Relax, I have great news. According to Gwil, that Joe kid is pretty wild about you too.”

“Oh, is that what you old guys do between bowling turns? Betray your children’s deepest confidences? Matchmake them over nachos and chili cheese dogs?” Still, my curiosity was piqued. “What else did Dr. Lee say about Joe?”

“I think the exact word he used was...” Charlie reminisced, sipping his coffee, curls of steam pouring over the rim of the mug. “Smitten.”

Supernatural Pictionary

I turned the notebook to Joe so he could see; everyone else momentarily covered their eyes or looked away. Then Lucy started the timer on her iPhone. Thirty seconds.

“Go!” Lucy announced.

“I think it’s a boat,” Rami said, hesitantly, haltingly, squinting at Joe with great concentration.

“Do you?” Joe teased.

“Yeah. But I’m also getting something about a fish.”

“Maybe I’m trying to make you think it’s a fish because it’s actually a boat,” Joe replied flippantly.

Rami muttered: “Or you want me to think it’s a boat because it’s actually a fish.”

“Interesting.”

“Now you’re mentally singing Never Gonna Give You Up just to fuck with me.”

Joe gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. “That doesn’t sound like something I would do!”

Scarlett snickered, dunking her chicken tender in honey mustard, slurping Coke through a straw clenched between crimson-painted lips. “That sounds exactly like something you would do.”

“Fifteen seconds,” Lucy warned.

“Fish or boat, boat or fish...” Rami chanted, peering fixedly at Joe.

“Make a decision,” I taunted, hugging the notebook to my chest.

“I’m going with boat,” Rami decided.

“Final answer?” Lucy asked, then stopped the timer when Rami nodded.

“Loser!” Joe cackled victoriously, leaping out of his chair, waving his L-shaped fingers in the air. Calawah University students at nearby tables glanced over with wide, startled eyes, their beloved chicken tenders briefly forgotten. “How’s it feel to not win every round of a game, huh?! Loser!”

I flipped my notebook so Rami could see the extremely unskilled pencil sketch I’d drawn there: a smiling fish. “My condolences.”

“Damn.” Rami pulled a ten-dollar bill out of his wallet and slid it across the table to Joe. Joe snatched it up, tucked it into the waistline of his jeans like a stripper collecting money in her G-string, and slung his arm around my shoulders.

“We are the champions. Bask in our glory.”

Scarlett turned on her iPhone flashlight and waved it in slow arcs over her head. “Youuuuu are the champions, my friendssssss...”

From my usual lunch table, Jessica gazed at my esteemed place among the Lees with palpable envy, resting her chin in her hands. I had worked out a schedule that seemed fairly obvious given my extensive experience as a child of divorce: lunch with Jessica et al. one day, lunch with the Lees the next. I took a bite of the Chipotle veggie bowl that Joe had insisted on ordering for me and tossed Jessica a sympathetic wave. Get Ben’s Snapchat for me! she mouthed back. I harbored serious doubts that Benjamin August Hardy, former professional assassin, born in 1893, had a Snapchat.

Joe’s words from last week rolled around in my head; I could see him all over again, nodding to the enormous painting hung in Gwil’s upstairs office, telling me about those startling, ethereal figures who had initiated Ben into life as a vampire. They call themselves the Draghi. They collect dues from covens, offer protection, keep order, protect our secrets. But they also demand loyalty. They force people they want into service. They might try to make it seem like you have a choice, but you don’t. They destroy anyone who tries to resist them. And they feed on humans.

“This is so awesome,” Lucy sighed, elated. “We could never play Pictionary before, drawing something is way too much of a mental process, Rami always figured it out right away...”

But now they had a built-in blindfold, someone who could draw without Rami getting a peek into their thoughts, a fighting chance at hiding the truth from him...for thirty seconds, at least.

“Okay Benny Boy, you’re up.” Joe darted over to Ben’s side of the table and massaged his tense, muscular shoulders as Ben grimaced. “You got this. I believe in you. Baby Swan is gonna pitch you a home run.”

“I’ll pass,” Ben said.

“You can’t!” Lucy cried. “Ben, please? Rami got Scarlett’s, and then he didn’t get Joe’s...and I know he’s going to see though me immediately. You’re our only chance to tie things up and maybe beat him!”

“Traitor,” Rami told Lucy affectionately.

“Uhh...” Ben hesitated, glimpsing longingly at the doors that led outside to the grove of bigleaf maple trees. He was fidgeting restlessly with his vape pen.

“Come on, Benny!” Joe begged. “I’ll owe you. I’ll do anything.”

Ben perked up a little bit. “You’ll do my Calc 2 homework for a month?”

Joe groaned theatrically, but nodded. He was wearing a grey U Chicago hoodie today. “Fine. Okay. But you’re gonna have to learn that shit eventually, I can’t take the MCAT for you.”

“Deal.” Ben bumped his knuckles against Joe’s.

“Batter up,” Joe heralded in his best mock-umpire voice, grinning at me expectantly, drumming the table with his palms. “Go Baby Swan, go! What will she choose? Will she continue with the nautical theme? Will she change it up, maybe switch to beloved Chicago landmarks? Baseball or food? Will she invent a variety of pizza even more despicable than pineapple?”

“Hm.” I flipped to a fresh notebook page, scratched my temple with the eraser end of the pencil, then quickly sketched a picture for Ben. “Okay, I’m ready.” I showed the drawing to Ben while everyone else covered their eyes.

Ben shook his head, scowling. “You’ll have to try again. I have no idea what that is.”

“Really?!” I checked the picture again. Okay, it definitely didn’t belong in the Louvre or anything, but it was lifelike enough to be decipherable. “You don’t recognize it? At all?”

“No,” Ben replied flatly.

From behind his shielded eyes, Rami scanned through the images in Ben’s mind. He dropped his hands onto the table. “SpongeBob?!”

“Who...?” Ben ventured.

Everyone else looked too. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely SpongeBob,” Joe said, then chuckled. “Aww, Baby Swan, you even remembered his little necktie!”

“It’s so cute!” Lucy trilled.

Ben just stared at the picture, blinking, completely lost, increasingly morose. And now there was a new guest at the table; or maybe not a new one, maybe just a quiet one, something that perched on the ledge of every conversation and field of vision just waiting to tap its claws against the wall and make its presence known: that interminable reminder of Ben’s unconventional past life, of how incomparable his vampiric upbringing was to those of the rest of the Lee kids.

“Benny Boy, you’ve never seen SpongeBob?” Joe inquired gently. “No problem. We’ll have a marathon tonight. I have the entire series on DVD. Also several Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy action figures.”

Scarlett snorted. “This is why you’ve been single since Hoover was president.”

“I wasn’t single the whole time,” Joe corrected.

“Oh, really?” Not that I’m interested, my voice suggested. I was a total liar. I was super interested. Thank the great deity that Rami and Ben couldn’t read me like a restaurant menu. Today’s specials are Being In Love With Someone Wildly Inappropriate for $15.99, and also Lamenting My Own Lack Of Sexual Experience for $11.99. Oh, and clam chowder.

“He had a couple of...what would you call them?” Scarlett combed her elegant fingers through her voluminous blonde hair. “What’s the modern vernacular? Fuck buddies? Booty calls? Netflix and chill partners?”

My stomach lurched; I nonchalantly buried my fork in a mountain of guacamole and left it there. I kept my lips turned up into a smile like a mask. Of course he’s loved other people. Duh. He’s hot and immortal. Get over it. But that didn’t calm my pounding heartbeat at all, didn’t soothe that sudden and irrational melancholy.

“Whoa whoa whoa, okay, you’re making it sound way worse than it was,” Joe protested, glancing at me nervously.

Scarlett continued: “It wasn’t serious, whatever it was. None of them would have cared about your action figure collection or obsession with a city you haven’t lived in for fifty years. It wasn’t your personality they wanted. Thank god.”

Oh this is bad, I thought helplessly. How am I ever going to be able to compete with the memory of countless gorgeous vampire girlfriends?

“Uh, ScarJo, you’re single too.” And Joe’s nickname for her was strangely apt; Scarlett could pass for Scarlett Johansson’s younger, blonder, much hotter sister. And Scarlett Johansson, in case you’re somehow unaware, is already pretty fucking hot.

Scarlett flashed a grin. “Entirely by choice.”

“And much to Mercy’s eternal and profound concern,” Lucy told me. “She stages an intervention at least twice a month. Did I overhear one last week, Scarlett?”

“Oh jesus, yeah. I was like, ‘Mom, what the hell do I need a husband for? I have my own money. I can fix household appliances. I have a vibrator. I’m good to go.’”

Joe rocked back in his chair, howling. “You did not tell Mom that!”

“I did. She was so distraught. She just kind of pinched her eyes shut and shuddered and then went out back to feed the alpacas.”

“Scarlett, babe,” Rami managed between gales of laughter. “A vibrator isn’t going to keep you company for all of eternity. It’s not a suitable substitute for a life partner.”

“You’re right. It’s even better. It’ll never abandon or disappoint me. Assuming I keep the batteries fresh, of course.”

“Oh my god,” Lucy giggled into her hands.

“She’s not wrong,” I said, shrugging, sipping my Diet Coke.

And Joe peered over at me, surprised, intrigued, slowly raising his thin dark eyebrows. I winked back. Yeah, okay, I’ve never slept with someone. But that doesn’t mean I’ve never had an orgasm.

“Ah, loud thoughts! Loud thoughts! Joe, please!” Rami moaned, pressing his balled fists to his forehead.

Ben smirked. “There’s a color I’ve never seen from you before, Joe.”

“This family is the worst!” Joe exploded.

“I like that girl,” Scarlett decided, signaling to me with glossy maroon fingernails. “She can stay.”

Joe sighed, flustered, then shook it off as he turned to me. “You coming over tonight?”

“I can’t spend every night at your house petting alpacas, mob guy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling, draping his arm around the back of my chair. “Why not?”

“Well, my tonight-specific reason is that I’m visiting a friend.”

“Cool. Your friends are my friends. Can I visit too?”

“You’re aware that you’re a legit stalker, right?” But actually, Archer was dying to meet Joe: the loud Lee, the approachable Lee, the Lee who I definitely liked more than a Tinder swipe could ever convey. This could work. “Offer to buy dinner and you can come.”

“I’m a walking Visa, baby.”

Ben stood, hauled on his backpack, gathered up his trash to throw away. “I need a smoke break before Chem. See you guys later.”

“Don’t forget!” Joe called after him. “SpongeBob marathon starts at 8! I’ll bring the Milk Duds!”

And when Ben disappeared through the doors, a solemn hush descended over the table.

“Poor guy,” Lucy said softly. The other Lees nodded.

And again, I recalled what Joe had told me in Gwil’s office, what he had said when I asked how Ben came to join the Lee family. He was assigned to us, to be the liaison to our coven. And Gwil saw something in him. Potential, suffering, unrealized decency, I don’t know. But Gwil worked on him for years, trying to convince Ben to leave the Draghi when his contract was up and come live with us. To give a peaceful life a try. And to be honest, Ben never seemed interested. But something must have resonated with him, because we opened the front door on October 15th, 2016 and he was sitting on the steps of our porch with a single suitcase, puffing on that fucking vape pen and watching the storm clouds roll in off the Pacific Ocean.

But why would they just let him leave? I had asked, tracing my fingertips over the uncanny and magnificent faces in that painting. Why would they let him live?

Because they know how valuable he is. And because they think they can get him back.

“I think he’s a good person,” I said, breaking the silence. “You know. Underneath the whole being raised to be a killing machine thing.”

“Yeah,” Rami replied, frowning thoughtfully. “Just try not to spend too much time alone with him.”

Car Jacks And Sneak Attacks

“Joe, this is Archer James Foxchild, my first-ever best friend.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” Joe said, shaking Archer’s oil-stained hand. “I understand you are really good at making mud pies and poking dead animals with sticks.”

Archer chuckled. “It’s true. We found a shark tooth down at La Push one time and I convinced Baby Swan here that it was from a sea monster. She had nightmares for months. Charlie called my dad over it and I got my Game Boy taken away.”

“No!” Joe gasped in horror. “Were you a Pokémon guy?”

“For sure.”

“Ruby or Sapphire?”

“Emerald.”

Joe grinned. “This dude knows what’s up.”

“And to think, my grandpa tried to tell me that you guys were freaks,” Archer replied.

“Well,” Joe conceded. “Not all of us.”

“Maybe you two should start dating,” I said. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just sit in my Honda and eat my Taco Bell cheese quesadillas and Cinnamon Twists and try not to interrupt all the sex.”

“Yes, you brought Taco Bell,” Archer sighed euphorically. “Give me five minutes, I just gotta finish rotating these tires real quick.” He jogged to the other end of the garage, knelt beside a Ford Mustang that was propped up on a jack, and starting twisting off lug nuts with a tire iron.

“You have a nice place here,” Joe observed, strolling around the small garage with his hands in the front pocket of his U Chicago hoodie, eyeing the fractures in the concrete floor and the spidering cracks in the windows. “You have any investors?”

“Are you kidding?!” Archer replied from the Mustang. “No, man, it’s just me. I rent for now, but at some point I’ll buy my own shop. Once I’ve saved up enough. A great big one with shiny new equipment and no mice squeaking behind the walls.”

“What’s your cash flow like?”

“I’m netting around three grand a month after taxes.”

“Not bad!” Joe noted admiringly.

“Yeah. It’s a hustle, but I love it.”

“Hey, I don’t know if you’d be interested—and absolutely no pressure if you’re not, really—but I do a lot of work with start-ups and I’d love to help you get into your own shop. By this Christmas, preferably. If we can work out a deal.”

“Really?!” Archer peeked incredulously over the hood of the Mustang.

“Absolutely.”

Archer beamed at me. “This guy is willing to drop serious cash to look good in front of you. You should probably marry him. No prenup though.”

I held my pinky out towards Joe, grinning. “No more sad prenups.”

He laughed and hooked my pinky with his. “Bankrupt me, bitch.”

I heard the metallic clang of a lug nut hitting the concrete floor and rolling under the Mustang. “Come back here, you bastard,” Archer muttered, then dropped to his stomach and crawled beneath the car.

“Hey, kid, be careful,” I fretted, crossing my arms across my chest and taking a step closer.

“Relax, Baby Swan, I am a professional, changing a tire for me is like feeding a fish for you, so just chill and keep fantasizing about those Cinnamon Twists—”

There was a squeal of metal as the car jack collapsed and the Mustang came crashing down. In a fraction of a second—faster than I could see him moving, faster than I could loose a scream—Joe had soared across the garage, yanked Archer out from beneath the falling Mustang, and dragged him to the center of the room.

“Oh fuck,” Archer wheezed, his dark eyes huge and fascinated and horrified. “Grandpa was right.”

I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)

We rolled up to the Lee house in my 1999 Honda Accord just as I polished off the last of my Cinnamon Twists and Archer chewed, tentatively and dazedly, on a Cheesy Gordita Crunch. The sun was beginning to set in a clouded sky that perpetually threatened rain.

He asked Joe for the fifth time from the back seat: “But wait, seriously, no one is going to eat me, right? Because I’m too young to die. I haven’t taken enough vacations yet. I can’t die without seeing Hawaii. I want to swim with the sea turtles.”

“No, none of us have ever eaten people. Well, almost none of us. Maybe stay away from Ben.”

“I would like a little more exposition,” Archer replied, blanching.

“Hey, if you stay until 8, you guys can join us for the SpongeBob marathon!”

Gwil and Mercy were waiting on the front porch, thanks to Joe’s ‘hey I accidentally exposed myself as a paranormal being and now we have a new friend, plz don’t be mad okay love you see you soon!1!!’ text.

“Welcome, sweetheart!” Mercy fussed, enfolding Archer into her arms as soon as he stepped out of the Honda. “Would you like some hummingbird cake? I just baked it this morning. And maybe some sweet tea too. And some peanut butter cookies. And banana pudding.”

“Sure,” he responded, bewildered. This lady does not seem like a bloodsucking demon, that voice said. And he was absolutely right.

“I’ll fix you up a tray,” Mercy promised, and hurried into the house.

“We’re so very happy to have you, Mr. Foxchild.” Gwil shook Archer’s hand firmly. “We don’t get many visitors around here. I’m sure you understand why.”

“My grandpa always insisted that there was something off about you guys. Especially you, Dr. Lee. Said you shouldn’t still be around.”

“Yes, I imagine that would have been disconcerting for him. He must have remembered us from the 1940s...that’s the last time we settled down in Forks. It’s not often that someone recognizes us after so long, but it happens. It was just Mercy and me and Rami and Joe back then. And look how far we’ve come.” Gwil beamed warmly, then turned to Joe. “But really, son, you’re going to have to stop telling humans about us.”

“Hold up, I was not responsible for her!” Joe exclaimed, waving at me. “Take it up with Ben!”

The garage door rumbled open and Scarlett sauntered out, wiping her filthy hands with a rag. She halted abruptly, stood there in her high-waisted vintage jeans and black crop top and bare feet with maroon-colored toenails, tilted her head and pondered Archer with an innocent sort of curiosity that I hadn’t seen from her before.

“Wait,” Archer said, gaping. “Is that...is that an Aston Martin Vantage in there?!”

“You bet,” Scarlett replied. “You want to learn how to work on it?”

“Uh, hell to the yeah!” He trotted over and they vanished into the garage together.

“Huh,” Joe muttered, watching them. “She was nice to him. Very weird.” He whirled back to me. “Anyway, come on. I promised you an education in classic rock music. And I shall deliver.”

Joe’s bedroom was a chaotic jumble of economics textbooks and Chicago Cubs paraphernalia and U Chicago apparel and action figures and comic books and classic rock posters. There was a massive Italian flag tacked to the wall above his bed. But what caught my attention immediately was a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ben lurking in the corner by a bookshelf full of cassette tapes.

“How is there any possible logical explanation for that?” I asked, pointing.

“Oh, that! That was a joke. When Ben first showed up, he pretty much lived in his room and never came out. Gwil was worried. Mercy was heartbroken. So I made a cardboard cutout of him and would bring it to family activities and do this really deep and seductive Ben voice when I pretended to have conversations with him. It gave the whole situation some levity...and I think Ben secretly liked that we missed him enough to make an artificial version to fill the void.”

“So this bitchy, brooding, blood-craving Ben I met is actually a drastic improvement?”

“Oh, Baby Swan,” Joe confided, almost sadly. “You have no idea what he was like four years ago.”

“I’m glad he has you. All of you. That he has a chance to get better.”

“I think you might be good for him too. Seeing a human as a real person instead of a walking, talking Hi-C juice box. And you care about him, don’t you? Despite everything.”

“Of course. It’s not his fault they taught him to be a monster.”

Joe just looked at me for a while, and then he cradled my face with one hand and grazed a thumb across my cheek “You’re never going to stop saying things that knock me into next week, are you?”

“Joe...” I hesitated, laying my hand over his. His skin was smooth and yielding yet strong, cool yet not unnaturally so. Refreshing. Safe. Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh noooooo. “Are we a thing?”

“Why? Do you want to be a thing?”

“Oh, uh, no, I was just wondering if we were.”

He stepped away, teasing me with a crooked smirk. “...So you don’t want to be a thing?”

“What would that entail?”

“Well...we’d be an official thing, you and me.” He shot finger guns at me, and then towards himself. “Which means you can’t be a thing with anyone else. And neither can I.”

“Ahhh, I see. So this thing is an exclusive thing.”

“Will you shut up and just admit that you’d totally be thrilled to be a thing with me?”

“Fine. Whatever. We’re a thing.”

“Nice.” He high-fived me.

“This is the most romantic moment of my life.”

“But wait, there’s more.” He went to the bookshelf, browsed through his cassette tape collection, found the one he wanted and popped it into a boombox that was probably older than I was. The frantic opening piano notes of I’d Do Anything For Love poured out.

“Meat Loaf,” I said in disbelief. “Really. This is the product of your superior taste in music. This is the culmination of over a century of musical experience. Meat Loaf.”

“The man is a genius!”

“This is all an elaborate joke about my vegetarianism, isn’t it?”

“No,” Joe mused. “But now that you mention it, I have yet another reason to force you to appreciate this song.” He took my hand in his, spun me around like a ballerina in a slow and careful circle, sang along—with extreme and dramatic enthusiasm—to the music.

“And I would do anything for love

I'd run right into hell and back

I would do anything for love

I'd never lie to you and that's a fact...”

“I don’t dance,” I cautioned him, laying a palm against his chest to catch my balance. That brisk, comforting scent of pine and snow and peppermint was everywhere. It feels like I can’t stand to be away from him. Like I’ll never get close enough. “I am terribly uncoordinated. I will step all over your feet. And I’m really not sure if I can trust you. You didn’t even know the plural form of octopus until like eighteen hours ago. You’re kind of a disaster. A, you know, uh, unexpectedly charming, unconventionally super cute, kind of bizarrely enchanting disaster.”

“Yeah,” Joe whispered, smiling, tilting up my chin, leaning in to kiss me. “I like you too.”

Cato

He came out of the oak trees like a ghost, pushing aside massive chandeliers of Spanish moss that blotted out the dusk sun, his expensive shoes sloshing in the marshy water that flooded the rice field. He was wearing a full suit, but no top hat; his hair was black and chin-length and wild around his face. And at first I thought he was a hallucination, a dream conjured by heat sickness or those first dreaded signs of malaria. He was unnervingly, uncommonly beautiful; beautiful like a hurricane, beautiful like lightning or an eclipse. But he was real. I straightened up as I watched him approach, my back aching in protest, a basket full of seedlings slung over my shoulder.

“Mr. Cato.”

His voice, clear and beckoning and twisted by an accent I’d never heard before, rang in my skull like church bells. He called me mister. This white man called me mister.

“Yes sir?” And I almost added: You want to be careful there, sir. The water moccasins like to hide among the tree roots, especially when the sun starts going down. But I had an inexplicable feeling that this man wasn’t afraid of things like snakes. Maybe the snakes should be afraid of him.

“Mr. Cato,” he said again, this time to himself, very quietly, tasting it.

I kept trying to look away, to disentangle my gaze from him like a hook out of a sturgeon’s mouth, because staring piercingly and astonished at a white man like that in the rice swamps of South Carolina in 1851 could get me beaten or the lash, could get my teeth pried right out of my jaw. But it didn’t seem to bother him. He grinned, hugely, all-knowingly, under prehistoric golden eyes like an alligator’s. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. And he was proud.

“Do you want to be free?” he asked, almost hissed, still grinning from the tree line.

What kind of question was that? Did a sandpiper want to fly? Did a coyote want dirt under its paws and flesh disappearing down its throat? But that wasn’t something you ever confessed aloud, not if you wanted your feet on the ground instead of swinging ten inches above it. But this man wasn’t a master, wasn’t an overseer. He wasn’t from the South. He didn’t carry a whip or a club to remind you of the rules of the world. He stood there tall and radiant in the shadows of the fading daylight like he was the one who wrote the rules to begin with; which meant that maybe he could change them. “Yes sir.”

“I can only take you,” the man warned. “No others. No family. No friends.”

“No trouble, sir,” I told him. “They sold my family. They hanged my friends.”

The man’s grin stretched wider under glinting eyes. His canine teeth were sharp, I realized: like a coyote’s, like a snake’s fangs. He held out his hand. “We are going to get along very well, you and I.”

I let the basket fall from my shoulder. I slogged through the mud and rows of wispy verdant rice plants to meet him in the shade of the oak trees. And there, for the first time in forever, a man with skin the color of bones looked me dead in the eye and shook my scarred hand.

“Welcome, Cato,” he whispered; and I was home.

He took my face in his cool palms, gingerly, reverently, like a lover. He touched his teeth to my throat. And every nerve ending in my body flooded with wildfire as he dragged me, screaming, into the depths of the forest.

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Im Nayeon ; queen of confidence.

writer’s note : got inspired to write this by listening to Smallness by Ben Zaidi bc it felt like the kind of song, ya know? Btw, i did not know it was going to be this long bc i would’ve continued it in one post but i actually hit the text-box limit 🤷🏻‍♀️ SO there will definitely be a part 2 bc im a sucker for this fic 🥰

warning : fluffy as fuck

tips : happy music, happy reading wuuhuuu

words : 6,280 words

note : non idol fic, my babies

xoxo

Im Nayeon was known to be confident.

In fact, anyone who was close to Nayeon, knew that she exuded more confidence than anyone in school. If anyone were to tell her that she looked pretty that day, she wouldn’t shy away but instead would ask, “Aren’t I pretty every day?”

Of course, those who aren’t close to her, would probably find her behaviour annoying but for those who knew her personally knew that her confidence is what makes her lovable.

Who can attest to that? Well, her 8 best friends of course; the same 8 girls who Nayeon has dubbed as her soulmates.

Understandably, the eight girls have grown used to the fact that Nayeon was confident in herself. It was something that they’ve grown to love and found adorable over time. They just knew that Nayeon was never the kind to shy away or reject compliments.

Which is why they’re absolutely confused on the fact that their best friend is actually being shy... right now.

“Ya unnie, just go and talk to her already,” Jeongyeon pushed, looking at the older girl with a teasing grin as she joked, “It’s been over a week and all you’ve been doing is staring at her.”

“Isn’t it cute, though?” Chaeyoung laughed, looking at the older girl with amusement as she teased, “I never thought I’d live the day to see Nayeon unnie being so smitten.”

As the rest of the girls, except Nayeon, nodded in agreement, Jihyo playfully teased, “You should’ve seen her this morning; the moment she saw the new girl, she completely kept quiet and kept her head down.”

“Unnie, just go and talk to her!” Dahyun encouraged with a grin as she revealed, “I’ve talked to her a few times and she’s very nice!”

Nayeon groaned and sighed as she looked at her best friends dejectedly before whining, “I can’t!”

“Why not??” Jeongyeon questioned amusedly.

“I’m shy!”

“Since when have you been shy??” Jeongyeon exasperated before she quickly teased, “You’re Im Nayeon! You don’t get shy!”

“Maybe a few of us can accompany Nayeon unnie to go talk to her?” Sana suggested cheerfully.

Momo then nodded with a smile as she said, “I’ll go! I wanna see Nayeon unnie shy!”

This caused Nayeon to instantaneously shift her gaze towards Momo with a blatant glare before she growled, “Ya, Hirai Momo! Now is not a good time for funny business!”

“Oh my, Nayeon unnie really is shy!!” Jihyo pointed out while laughing in amusement.

Nayeon could only afford to groan and hide her face in her arms as she mumbled, “What is going on with me?!”

As everyone laughed, Nayeon felt a tap on her shoulder and when she looked up, she was greeted with a grinning Tzuyu who softly teased, “Unnie, that’s what you call having a crush.”

Before anyone could say anything, their class teacher, Kim Taeyeon finally made an entrance as she said, “Good morning, class! Sorry I’m late but are you guys ready for our history project that I’ll be assigning today?”

The whole class groaned as Jeongyeon raised her hands before joking, “Miss, can’t we get a rain check on that project? I have another assignment that I promised to take a date on.”

With the rest of the class laughing at their classmate’s joke, Taeyeon playfully glared at her mischievous student as the older lady raised her eyebrow in disagreement before saying, “Yoo Jeongyeon, you are 2 jokes away from getting a detention.”

“But miss, I am in a committed relationship with ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’-”

“Goodness me Jeongyeon, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet; can’t you give me a break for a minute?”

The whole class laughed at Taeyeon’s statement before the teenager grinned and teased, “You know what Miss, since you’re my favorite teacher, I’ll risk my values for you.”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes playfully before announcing, “Okay, so before I start explaining the guidelines for the project, I should let you know that this is a two-person project.”

The teenagers in the classroom howled in excitement before Dahyun raised her hands and immediately asked, “Miss, can we choose our own partners??”

“Please miss! That way you won’t have to suffer while marking our paper later on!” Jeongyeon added with a playful grin, earning laughters from the whole class.

Taeyeon chuckled in amusement as she shook her head before nodding while saying, “Alright, alright, you guys can choose your own partners.” All of them cheered in excitement once again before Taeyeon intervened and said, “But if I get any paper that’s less than a ‘C’ grade, I’ll give you another assignment as a punishment.”

“Wah miss, isn’t that too much??” Dahyun questioned with frown.

“That’s the deal, kids; you want to choose your own partners? Fine, but I don’t want any papers with a grade that’s less than a ‘C’. Deal?”

As she said that, the entire class grumbled out a ‘yes’ as an agreement before she clapped her hands in satisfaction while saying, “Alrighty then, go on to your partners!”

While the rest of the students were trying to find their partners, Jeongyeon’s eyes had landed on Nayeon, who was shamelessly gazing at the new girl, who was also looking around for a possible partner.

Truthfully, Jeongyeon felt bad for her best friend and the new girl as well as she didn’t really know anyone in the class yet. However, this is Jeongyeon and she helps out in a very, different way.

Making her way to her best friend, she nudged Nayeon while saying, “Unnie, you don’t have a partner, right?”

The older girl then broke her gaze and looked at her best friend before sighing out, “No, do you want to be partners?”

Jeongyeon then grinned before grabbing Nayeon’s wrist and pulling her up while saying, “I’ve got the perfect partner for you.”

Furrowing her brows in confusion, Nayeon followed suit before questioning, “Ya, what are you doing? Who is it??”

With that said, the moment Nayeon realized who exactly was Jeongyeon taking her to, she halted her movements and forcing her best friend to do the same before she hissed quietly, “Yoo Jeongyeon, don’t you dare!”

Jeongyeon acted coy as she innocently said, “What? I’m just helping you find a partner and she doesn’t have one too.”

“Jeongyeon-ah, please don’t do this; I won’t be able to talk to her-“

“Unnie, it’s about time we get the old Im Nayeon back,” Jeongyeon pointed out with a grin before she pulled the older girl once againand led her to the new girl.

At the same time, Y/N felt a bit hopeless when it came to this project. She didn’t really know anyone there and she wasn’t entirely social enough to approach someone.

Looking around, she just sighed and hoped that she can just do the project alone. She figured she’d probably do it better alone anyway.

So, she simply fiddled with her books on the table while waiting for everyone to partner up before she sensed someone standing in front of her.

Instinctively, she looked up and was greeted with two girls, one grinning at her and the other one simply sporting a small but shy smile as the grinning girl spoke up and said, “Hi, do you have a partner yet?”

Y/N quickly stood up and bowed in greeting before she connected her eyes with Jeongyeon and chuckled awkwardly while shaking her head saying, “No, not yet; I don’t really know anyone here yet.”

“Really? Okay, then.” Jeongyeon simply said as she pulled Nayeon to stand in front of Y/N before saying, “This is Nayeon unnie and she doesn’t have a partner as well - you guys can be partners.”

Facing Nayeon, Y/N bowed once again before she said, “Nice to meet you, unnie.”

The older girl giggled quietly as she bowed herself before replying softly, “Nice to meet you too.”

Holding her laughter back as she watched her best friend in amusement, Jeongyeon teased, “Please don’t mind her, she’s usually not this shy- ya!”

Nayeon had kicked her on the ankles as she gave a quick glare before forming another innocent smile on her lips as she simply said, “What were you saying, Jeongyeon-ssi?”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes before nodding in acknowledgment as she connected her eyes with Y/N once again, who looked rather confused, while asking, “What’s your name? I’m Jeongyeon and you already know this idiot.”

Y/N laughed awkwardly as she replied politely, “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you Jeongyeon-ssi.”

The older girl could only afford to giggle and a smile as Jeongyeon looked at her best friend with distaste before she shook her head in disbelief and clapped her hands, gathering both Y/N and Nayeon’s attention.

“Well then, I’ll leave you kids to it!” Jeongyeon said as she grabbed Nayeon by the shoulders and moving her right next to the new girl while saying, “Enjoy your time together!”

Glaring at her best friend with disbelief, Nayeon cursed under her breath, “Yoo Jeongyeon, I’m gonna kill you-“

However, Y/N thought Nayeon was talking to her but she couldn’t quite grasp what she had said so she raised her eyebrows while saying, “Pardon?”

The older girl immediately turned to face Y/N, a shade of red forming on her cheeks as she waved dismissively while shyly laughing, “No, I was just talking to Jeongyeon.”

Y/N nodded awkwardly while softly replying, “Ah, okay; do you want to be partners with her instead-“

“No!” Nayeon exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear, making them all shift their attention to her as the older girl could hear the teasing laughters of her best friends from the back of the classroom before she awkwardly admitted, “I’d rather partner with you; Jeongyeon’s just chaotic.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to blush as her lips formed a small smile and said, “I’m okay if you’re okay.”

Before Nayeon could even say anything and possibly have a chance to embarrass herself even more, Taeyeon clapped her hands to get the attention of the class once again.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, have you found your partners?” Taeyeon asked, earning a loud ‘yes’ from her students before she continued, “Well then, it’s time for me to explain to you what project we’ll be doing.”

The class groaned in disapproval, in exception of Nayeon who turned to Y/N and shyly said, “I should probably let you know that I’m not that good at history.”

Y/N smiled reassuringly as she warmly beamed, “It’s okay, unnie, I’ll help you wherever I can; I am your partner after all.”

The younger girl then turned back to face her teacher as Nayeon silently continued to gaze at her side profile with admiration. Blushing silently to herself, Nayeon held back an excited grin as she forced herself to face forward.

Even though she wasn’t sure what was going to happen with her feelings through out this project, she knew one thing for sure.

History has never been so fun.

xoxo

“Yoo Jeongyeon and Park Jihyo, stop giggling!”

Nayeon crossed her arms as she pouted at her best friends who were now laughing loudly as the rest of the girls joined.

Jihyo laughed before teasing, “Oh my God, Nayeon unnie’s cheeks are so red!”

“I told you, right?? Nayeon unnie was like a tomato when she stood in front of Y/N!” Jeongyeon revealed, earning a playful shove from the oldest girl.

“Unnie, you should invite her to have lunch with us; she probably doesn’t have any friends yet.” Chaeyoung suggested sincerely.

The rest of them nodded their heads in agreement as Jeongyeon and Jihyo continued to laugh before Dahyun chimed in and said, “Yeah unnie, now that you’re both partners, you can use this to your advantage!”

“Oh, there she is!” Momo pointed out loudly as all of turned their heads towards Y/N, who just entered the cafeteria alone, before Momo continued saying, “Unnie, just go invite her already! You can’t let her eat lunch alone!”

Nayeon actually wanted to but with her heart racing and her palms starting to sweat, she looked at her best friends while whining, “I c-can’t! I don’t know what to say!”

“Unnie, just invite her to our table!” Tzuyu suggested quickly.

“If you’re not doing it, then I will.” Jeongyeon simply said before she stood up and yelled out, “Y/N-ah! Come here and have lunch with us!”

Looking at her best friend with absolute disbelief, Nayeon tugged her hand while harshly whispering, “Yoo Jeongyeon, sit your ass down - now!”

However, Y/N had heard Jeongyeon and smiled as she made her way towards the table. While the 8 girls grinned in excitement, Nayeon on the other hand was a complete mess. She looked at herself and made sure she looked proper and nothing was out of place.

Y/N was certainly glad that she had somebody to eat lunch with, even if it means she gained seven new possible friends. Arriving at the largely gathered table, the new student smiled and bowed in greeting as she said, “Hi there.”

Jeongyeon made her way to stand next to Y/N before wrapping an arm around her shoulder while saying, “Y/N, I’d like you to much the seven other idiots that I call my best friends; this is Jihyo, Momo, Sana, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu.”

The new girl waved and smiled as she greeted, “Nice to meet you all, I’m Y/N.”

The seven girls welcomed Y/N with open arms and immediately began to get to know her. Nayeon actually enjoyed the sight and somehow managed to calm herself down as Y/N sat next to her.

Jeongyeon has clearly made herself comfortable with the new girl, managing to make Y/N talk a lot more and eventually, even made her laugh. Truth be told, Nayeon was slightly jealous on how easy Jeongyeon made it seem.

“Ya! We haven’t grabbed lunch yet!” Sana exclaimed, reminding everyone that this was lunch time after-all.

The moment they all stood up, they went and grabbed their lunch and sat where they originally were before. Understandably, all of the girls were hungry and Nayeon had noticed that she didn’t have a muffin on her tray like everyone else did.

Whining, Nayeon subconsciously pouted while saying, “How did I not get a muffin when you all did??”

Simultaneously, her best friends laughed as Jihyo teased, “Looks like Mrs. Jung doesn’t like you very much.”

“Besides, you won’t die for not having a muffin.” Jeongyeon deadpanned as she continued to eat.

The older girl continued to pout as her best friends continued to laugh before eating their meals again while Y/N felt sorry for Nayeon.

Looking at her own tray, Y/N didn’t really mind not eating a muffin today so she took hers and quietly placed it on Nayeon’s tray, not noticing that all of them witnessed her action.

Nayeon however, was so touched by the action and that initially triggered her to blush again as she felt guilty for having Y/N’s muffin on her tray before she placed it back onto the new girl’s tray.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in confusion as she softly asked, “You don’t want the muffin anymore?”

“Of course I do but you should eat it,” Nayeon said shyly as she continued adding, “I can have it another day.”

Shrugging, the new girl simply sported a small smile before placing the muffin back onto Nayeon’s tray while saying, “It’s okay, unnie, you can have mine. I don’t mind. I’d rather you have the muffin.”

Y/N was oblivious on how her actions had affected the older girl and while she continued to eat, there were eight other girls who were smirking at Nayeon and were rather surprised at the things that new girl had just said.

Nayeon began to dig in into her meal but after what just happened, her heart was racing. Nonetheless, she continued to eat but was highly aware of Y/N’s presence right next to her. Her cheeks were red, she was abnormally quiet and her best friends definitely took notice.

Giggling to themselves, the eight girls simply teased Nayeon silently through facial expressions as the older girl rolled her eyes in response while quietly taking frequent glances to the girl next to her.

The new girl then looked at Nayeon unexpectedly and smiled as she adorably asked, “Good?”

Nayeon finally responded with a wide smile, even when her heart was still racing as she nodded briefly and softly gushed, “Yeah.. thank you, Y/N - for the muffin. I’ll eat it well.”

Y/N nodded with a wide-toothless smile as she chirped, “I’ll eat well if you eat well, unnie.” She then stood up and announced, “Excuse me for a minute, I have to go to the toilet.”

Soon after Y/N had left and was out of the cafeteria, the other girls squealed as a reaction, not really believing their eyes as Dahyun laughed and teased, “Wah, I feel like I’m watching a live romance drama!”

“Does she know she’s saying such sweet things to Nayeon unnie??” Sana questioned with an excited grin as she added, “She said it so easily!”

“I think that’s just who she is,” Mina chimed in with a a grin of her own as she added, “She seems very polite and kind.”

Chaeyoung agreed with her girlfriend’s statement and nodded while pointing out, “She also helped me with my tray just now; I forgot to grab chopsticks but she already placed one on my tray.”

“I like her already - she’s nice,” Momo mumbled with her mouth full before beaming adorably, “She also shares her food; I like people who shares food. That means I get to eat their food without feeling bad.”

Patting her Nayeon’s back with approval, Jeongyeon cooed, “Good job unnie, you finally like someone who’s actually decent.”

“.... And honestly, she’s quite nice to look at - just saying.” Jihyo added shamelessly, earning a glare from Nayeon as the other girls laugh.

Throwing a piece of her vegetable, Jihyo managed to dodge it while laughing as Nayeon warned, “You have Daniel, that’s more than enough.”

“Ooooh, Nayeon unnie is jealous!!!”

xoxo

As months passed by and seasons changed, winter had arrived and Y/N became closer with the girls and Nayeon was not as shy anymore - though, she does have her moments. However, most of the time, they were comfortable with each other. In fact, Y/N and Nayeon were constantly by each other’s side and the others would tease the both of them.

Albeit Y/N was still oblivious on the effect she has on Nayeon, the rest of them gave the older girl no mercy as they continued to tease her for her blushed cheeks and shy behavior.

Y/N on the other hand, had showed signs of affections towards the older girl but none of them really knew whether she felt the same as Nayeon did. Some days, they’d catch her gazing at Nayeon’s side profile like a love-sick puppy but then other days, they’d catch her being completely indifferent.

To be completely honest, Y/N didn’t know it herself. Yes, she had to admit that she does have a soft spot for the older girl but she doesn’t really know why. The only thing she knew was that out of the nine of them, Y/N looks forward to seeing Nayeon the most.

Right now, the other girls were currently waiting for both Jeongyeon and Y/N’s arrival as it became a tradition for Jeongyeon to pick up the latter since they found out they lived nearby to each other.

Waiting by their lockers, Sana looked at Jihyo and asked, “Where are they? Class starts in 15 minutes.”

Jihyo shrugged and pursued her lips while saying, “I’m not sure, I’ve texted both of them and they haven’t replied me yet,” She revealed before she looked at Nayeon who was playing with her phone, “Ya, are you texting any of them?”

Nayeon looked up, clearly not listening to the prior conversation as she nodded and said, “Yeah, I’m texting Y/N right now.”

“Of course she is- I mean, when has Nayeon unnie never texted Y/N?” Momo teased, earning herself a glare from the older girl.

“For your information, she and Jeongyeon were grabbing breakfast for us before she texted me, to let me know that she was going to arrive right before class starts.”

“And she texted you instead of anyone else?”

“Momo, where are you going with this?”

The Japanese chuckled before nudging Nayeon while teasing, “Just admit the fact that you guys are a ‘thing’ - even better, go to the Winter Prom with her.”

“I am going with her and all of you included! That was our plan anyway!” Nayeon furrowed her brows in disbelief as she questioned, “And what ‘thing’? We are definitely not a ‘thing’. We’re just friends!”

“No unnie, we never said that because I was going to go with Daniel and Chaeyoung was gonna go with Mina,” Jihyo recalled with a smirk on her lips as she added, “Besides, it is a ‘thing’ - I mean, you guys are so glued by the hip, that the only time we get Y/N to ourselves is when you’re not here.”

“That is so not true!” Nayeon defended while crossing her arms defiantly, “She hangs out with Chaeyoung and Mina a lot too! And all of you guys!”

“Yeah but she hangs out with us because you’re probably in a different class,” Chaeyoung pointed out smugly as she added, “The moment you’re there, you guys stick together like magnets.”

Dahyun and Tzuyu then shifted their focus from their phones to the conversation as Dahyun chimed in, “Are we talking about Y/N and Nayeon unnie?”

“Yeah, we’re telling her that she can’t go anywhere without Y/N.” Mina teased quietly with a small smile.

Tzuyu then raised her brows before joining, “Isn’t it true, though? Nayeon unnie gets jealous if Y/N goes somewhere with someone else.”

Nayeon then gasped in disbelief before looking directly at Tzuyu and exclaiming, “When have I done such thing?? Wah, you girls are crazy, I swear.”

“You did! You got jealous when Sana unnie invited Y/N to go shopping together,” Dahyun pointed out with a small grin before she added, “You kept using my phone to call Sana unnie and kept asking her when were they coming back.”

“Oh, that’s right! That’s why Y/N’s phone kept ringing all day long!” Sana added with a teasing grin.

“Unnie, just admit it, you guys can’t stay away from each other.” Jihyo cooed, nudging Nayeon multiple times with a teasing grin.

“Who can’t stay away from each other?”

The seven girls then quickly turned around at the familiar voice as they were greeted by both Jeongyeon and Y/N, who had their arms full of take-outs.

“Who are you guys talking about?” Y/N asked with a small smile as she began to hand out food for everyone, starting with Mina and Chaeyoung first.

Jeongyeon didn’t need to know the answer because after receiving a quick glance from Jihyo, she simply laughed and nodded her head while saying, “Ah, okay, I know who they’re talking about.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion before continuing to hand out food to Dahyun, Tzuyu and Jihyo simultaneously as she asked again, “Who is it?”

As Jeongyeon gave food to Sana and Momo, Dahyun laughed and exclaimed, “We were talking about Nayeon unnie-“

“Kim Dahyun!” Nayeon hissed, earning laughters from everyone besides Y/N, before she looked at the latter and whined, “Y/N-ah, they’re bullying me.”

Jihyo watched her best friend in disbelief as she boldly teased, “Wah, look at this unnie; the moment Y/N’s here, she becomes a big baby.”

Y/N was now standing in front of the whining older girl as she chuckled warmly and gently asked, “Why? What happened?”

“I’m the unnie but they treat me like a baby!” Nayeon whined as she unconsciously grabbed onto Y/N’s arm and clung to her as she added, “They bully me everytime you’re not here!”

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” Y/N reassured gently while patting the top of Nayeon’s head as their friends watched in amusement.

Jeongyeon then playfully jabbed Y/N by the shoulder as she joked, “Y/N, don’t! This is why she’s so spoiled! You baby her too much!”

“It’s not babying, you idiot!” The older girl scolded before she looked at Y/N entirely with puppy eyes and asked, “My food’s with you, right?”

Y/N nodded with a smile as she lifted the take out with her free hand and said, “Yeah, but we’ll have to go to class first; we can eat then.”

“Did you get extra pickles?”

“Mhm and extra mustard too, right?”

“Did you also get extra ketchup packets?”

“Yeah I did, and they’re spicy ketchup too, just like the ones you like.”

As they were entranced in their own little world, eight other girls watched them with amusement as some of them smiled with adoration. It was clear that they both cared about each other than they let on and the fact that they know the smallest things about each other, was cute.

Chaeyoung chuckled in amusement before softly teasing, “Look at them - they’re like an old married couple.”

The rest nodded as Y/N and Nayeon were still talking to each other, not paying attention to the others.

“Who knew it only took one person to trigger that side of Nayeon unnie?” Momo chimed in, her lips forming a small smile.

“Yeah but Y/N babies her too much; she’s too soft for Nayeon unnie.” Jihyo pointed out jokingly.

“Honestly, I think Y/N enjoys being soft for Nayeon unnie considering how she actually is with all of us, so I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon.” Sana said, making the rest of them nod in agreement.

Jeongyeon however, groaned playfully and whined, “Great, Nayeon unnie is going to be spoiled for the rest of her life then.”

“Ya, we need to go to class - we’re already late.” Mina reminded them, as all of them followed suit.

Quickly getting into class, the girls immediately made a beeline for their designated seats before Taeyeon shook her head towards them and said, “Glad you ladies can finally join us this morning.”

“Of course miss, I would never miss your class.” Jeongyeon joked, earning laughters from the rest of the class.

Taeyeon rolled her eyes and teased back, “Your charms can’t help you now, Yoo Jeongyeon; you’re all 5 minutes late but because I’m in a good mood, I’ll let it slide.”

Squinting her eyes playfully, Jeongyeon joked, “See, I knew I liked you for a reason, miss.”

“Anyways, as I was saying, do you want to know why I’m in a good mood?” Taeyeon asked her students, grinning from ear to ear as she quickly added, “It’s something related to winter and dancing.”

The whole class went silent for a moment until Dahyun energetically raised her hands and said, “It’s the Winter Prom, miss! Winter Prom is in a month!”

“Yes Dahyun, you’re right!” Taeyeon chirped excitedly before she announced, “Which also means that prom love letters will be passed around very soon and who knows, it may be from someone you know.”

The moment the teacher had said that, the 8 girls, excluding Y/N, immediately looked at Nayeon with a smirk as the older girl rolled her eyes and waved her best friends dismissively.

“Anyways, before I move on with today’s topic, does anyone want to join the prom committee-“

“Excuse me, Miss?”

The whole class shifted their attention to the front door as a student from another class bowed in greeting before Taeyeon smiled and questioned, “Oh, Solbin-ah! What can I do for you?”

The girl, Sol-bin, made her way into the class and quietly asked, “I’m sorry to interrupt your class but is it okay if I pass a letter to one of your students?”

The class was rather confused as none of them were really close with Sol-bin in general before Taeyeon grinned teasingly and said, “Is it a prom love letter? I heard your class was the first ones to send them out this week.”

Sol-bin simply smiled and nodded as she replied, “Yes miss, which is why I’ve came here.”

Gushing at the sight of puppy love, Taeyeon simply grinned and nodded as she said, “Go on, give your prom love letter.”

Everyone’s eyes was on Sol-bin, watching her take small steps to the back of the class. Slowly, the sounds of teasing cheers began to increase as Sol-bin began to blush furiously and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.

After what felt like forever, Sol-bin finally stopped in front of a particular student and the moment they looked up, to say they were surprised - was an understatement.

Y/N was confused and surprised to see Sol-bin standing in front of her. Instinctively standing up, the teasing cheers were louder than before as she asked, “Yes?”

Sol-bin blushed at the sound of Y/N’s voice as she handed out the letter in front of her while saying, “I hope you’ll say yes, Y/N-ah.”

The nine girls were surprised, especially Nayeon who was now just throwing death glares at Sol-bin. The other eight girls looked at each other with worry, knowing very well that their Nayeon unnie wasn’t going to take this news very well.

Y/N was flustered but she felt bad for leaving the girl hanging before she gently took the letter from Sol-bin and softly said, “Okay, I’ll let you know soon.”

Sol-bin grinned excitedly, a flushed face still apparent as she nodded and chirped, “Okay, I’ll see you some other day then... and also, you look cute today - everyday actually.”

The class howled at Sol-bin’s statement, before some of them erupted into cheers. Sol-bin was now definitely blushing with a shy smile on her lips and anyone could tell that she was crushing on Y/N.

“... Oh? T-Thanks, Solbin-ah.” Giving the girl a nod along with an awkward small smile, Y/N simply watched Sol-bin run out of the class with her friends greeting her at the front door before their excited squeals were being heard by the whole class.

“Wah, Y/N received a prom love letter!!” A random student howled teasingly, earning playful whistles from the rest of them, except the nine girls who were still taken aback by what just happened.

“And it’s from Ahn Sol-Bin!!” Another student howled out teasingly.

Taeyeon grinned and clapped as she congratulated, “Congratulation, Y/N-ssi, you’re the first to receive a prom love letter in this class.”

Y/N chuckled awkwardly as she nodded before sitting down once again while she scratched the back of her neck. For some reason, she didn’t feel that excited even though she was definitely flattered.

Feeling someone nudging her elbow, Y/N looked to her side and Jeongyeon immediately asked her, “You knew Sol-Bin??” She questioned, earning a nod from her close friend as she added, “How??”

“We have art class together and we’re also partners for our art project but I didn’t know she liked me - I didn’t even do anything.”

“Well, whatever you did, it was enough to make her like you,” Jeongyeon pointed out before exclaiming, “And did you see her face?! It was like someone painted her face with red paint!”

Suddenly, Y/N chuckled in amusement as she shook her head and said, “Unnie, now you’re just talking nonsense.”

“Are you going to say yes to her??”

Y/N sighed and she shrugged before admitting, “I don’t know actually. I’ve never been asked before.”

Jeongyeon grabbed Y/N’s arm and shook it playfully before saying, “Ya, do you know how big of a deal is winter prom here??”

“Not to me, actually. Yeah, it’s flattering but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Think about it properly, alright? Just - just don’t rush it, Y/N-ah.” She advised sincerely, before she shifted her focus back to the class.

Unconsciously, Y/N turned her head around and looked at Nayeon, who was already looking at her with sad eyes as the older girl forced a smile on her lips.

She gazed at the older girl, finding solace in her gentle but sad eyes. There was something about Nayeon that made Y/N feel things - things that she never really noticed before but when it came to the older girl, Y/N slowly realized.

She noticed how her heart would skip a beat everytime Nayeon smiled at her or acted cute with her. She noticed how she would drive in the middle of the night to Nayeon’s house with food because the older girl wanted seaweed soup when she’s sick. She also noticed that apart from everyone, Nayeon was one of the very few who can turn Y/N’s day upside down because the older girl will not leave her side until Y/N goes back to her cheerful self.

Long story short - Nayeon made her feel things that she wanted to last forever.

But for some reason, the younger couldn’t bring herself to smile back as her heart ached out of the blue. Nayeon, who was trying her best to not be obvious with her emotions, broke the gaze and looked away. This made Y/N turn back around as she sighed silently to herself.

Tapping Jeongyeon by the shoulder and getting her attention, Y/N softly asked, “Unnie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what is it?” The blonde-haired girl asked.

Y/N bit her bottom lip as a habit and was really reluctant to talk about this to anyone else but she knew she should talk about it nonetheless.

She wasn’t naive to her current feelings but she didn’t really know what to do with them or how should she handle them. Therefore, she figured that it would be best if she asked Jeongyeon instead.

“Can I ask you what it means if I’m feeling.... certain things?”

Jeongyeon furrowed her brows but nodded anyway as she listened to something that she wasn’t expecting at all.

Two classes later and an immense amount of day dreaming, Nayeon stood at her locker alone as she switched some of her books and sort of lost track of time.

Her feelings of jealousy were still lingering but she tried her absolute best to push them aside as she knew that she was just overthinking the entire situation.

“Aish, what am I doing?” Nayeon muttered to herself as she sighed and shook her head before she slammed her locker shut and made her way to her next class.

Once she arrived to her next class, she was greeted with Y/N waiting for her by the door, alone, as she offered the older girl a small smile. Confused as to why she was there, Nayeon asked, “Why are you here? Don’t you have class with Dahyun and Sana?”

“I wanted to see you.. so I came here before I went for my next class.” The younger girl explained quietly, her tone gentle and her demeanor slightly awkward.

Taken aback by what she said, Nayeon raised her eyebrows in surprise as she stammered out, “W-Why? Why did you wanna meet me?”

Y/N took a deep breath and released a shaky one as she quietly admitted, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not going to the winter prom with Sol-bin.”

Even though she was relieved by the fact, Nayeon half-heartedly replied, “Why not? You’ll have fun with her-“

“Because I want to go with you.”

Nayeon’s breath hitched as Y/N looked directly into her eyes, nothing but warmth inside the younger girl’s gaze before she whispered, “Y-Y/N..”

“I didn’t realize it before this but after Sol-bin gave me that prom love letter... all I’ve been thinking is that I’d rather go with you.” Y/N admitted softly as she added, “Then I couldn’t stop thinking how pretty you’d look that night.”

Nayeon couldn’t help but tear up at the sudden confession as she unconsciously took a step closer to the younger girl and softly joked, “.... Aren’t I pretty everyday?”

That made Y/N laugh with adoration as she nodded and said, “Yes unnie, you’re pretty everyday.”

To say she was happy - was an understatement of the century as she squealed in happiness before hugging Y/N immediately while cutely mumbling, “Y/N-ah..”

“Yes, unnie?”

With her arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist, Nayeon looked up at the younger girl and muttered, “I like you,” She confessed, the younger’s smile beginning to grow as she continued, “I really like you - like, more than a friend.”

“I know,” Y/N revealed, her cheeks red as her eye smile began to appear before admitting, “Jeongyeon unnie told me just now.”

“Eh?!” The older girl exclaimed as she pulled away slightly and growled, “Wah, Yoo Jeongyeon is so dead.”

Y/N laughed as she pulled Nayeon back in for a hug while saying, “Don’t worry; she only told me because I said I like you too.”

Nayeon giggled as she laid her head on Y/N’s chest and hummed before mumbling, “If you’re pulling a prank right now, I swear to God Y/N, I will never forgive you.”

As Y/N laughed and swayed slightly with Nayeon in her arms, they failed to realize that there were eight pairs of eyes watching them in complete shock.

“Is... Is that Nayeon unnie and Y/N?” Dahyun asked in disbelief as her eyes were wide open.

“Are they hugging?!” Sana exclaimed as she quickly added, “What’s going on??”

“They’re not going to kiss, are they? Because I’m still a child.” Tzuyu joked with a straight face as she ignited laughter within the group.

Jihyo and Jeongyeon glanced at each other with wide smiles as the latter announced, “Girls, looks like our queen of confidence has finally confessed her love.”

#Im Nayeon #Twice Nayeon #Twice #JYP Twice #Twice scenarios #Twice drabbles #Twice imagines #Twice reactions #Twice scenario #Twice imagine #Twice drabble #Twice reaction #Nayeon Twice

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angstalottle · 4 years

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Why Are You Here?

Part 2:

The air in the room seemed to grow very thick as the two brothers stared at each other neither really believing what they saw.

For Diago he was seeing a face he had long since assumed was gone forever, a brother that abandoned them and left a hole in their family that was never to be filled again.

For Five he was realising he had gone much further forwards then he ever imagined. It made him feel both excited and honestly terrified at his own power. How could he come so far without even realising it?

The silence dragged on, neither wanting to break the fragile composure they currently had.

Thankfully it wasn't left to the brothers to take the first step but instead a nurse who awkwardly knocked on the door carrying a tray of food.

“I hope i'm not interrupting” she cleared her throat shifting under the pair of eyes that snapped towards her. “The doctor said he will be needing something to eat.”

Diago looked to his brother, however fucking crazy this current situation was the ratinal part of his brain knew that whatever questions he had (and there was a shit ton of them) could wait until after Five didnt look like he was about ready to pass out.

Five stared at the woman not saying anything as she placed the tray onto his lap and shuffled out with an uncomfortable smile.

Diago sighed and leaned back in his chair waiting for Five to hurry up and eat so he could finally start to figure out what the hell was going on.

But as seconds ticked by Five remained perfectly still staring down at the boxes of food letting his dark hair fall onto his face.

At first Diago thought maybe being down a working arm was getting in the way and Five was just too stubborn to ask for help…

But then a cold realisation settled in his stomach as he watched Five cautiously poke the container of jello.

He didn't know what was in front of him and he didn't know it was safe.

Diago escaped his fucked up family home over a decade ago but it looked like Five had only just left.

Wordlessly Diago took one of the sandwiches from the tray and took a bite. He hated doing this, showing his own brother that it was safe to eat and that it wouldn't hurt him.

The worst part was that it was working, Five ripped off a small piece of the bread and began to slowly eat.

Bit by bit they continued this, with Diago tasting first then letting Five finish the rest until the tray was clean save for a few crumbs and empty packets.

Everything about Five was skittish and untrusting, it hurt to see honestly. In Diagos mind Five was always so big and strong abel to stand up to Dad when no one else could.

Now though, seeing him though his adult eyes Diago could see what he really was. And that was a worryingly skinny and hurt kid.

An abused child that wanted so desperately to protect his siblings that he made himself the target.

How could Diago ever think he willingly left them?

“What year is it?”

Five was so quiet Diago almost thought he imagined him talking.

“What?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat that had formed over the last few minutes.

“What year is it Number Two.” Five said louder this time.

“2018… October to be exact you just missed our birthday.”

Five nodded solomly “ok. Ok i can work with this, i just have to go back and…” he trailed off looking down at his damaged body.

His arm was currently in a white cast carefully held close to his chest in a sling. Diago assumed his leg was similarly encased in plaster hidden under the thin blanket.

Five swallowed nervously, his eyes skittering across his injuries finally realising just how bad it all is.

Diago decided now was the time to step in.

“Five what's the last thing you remember?”

He looked down at his free hand for a moment. “I was fighting with Dad at dinner, I wanted to time travel but he said I wasn't ready. I ran out and i did it… but then nothing.”

“Yeah that would be you getting hit by a car. You appeared in the middle of the road. Considering how fast the guy was going, you're lucky to be alive.”

“Lucky?” Five turned to glare at Diago in a way that sent flashes of nostalgia and also made him wonder how he ever found tiny Five intimidating.

“How can I be lucky when I'm stuck useless in bed until I can teleport again? Time travel was hard enough to do with all working limbs; it's practically impossible now.” Five pulled at his hair.

He was clearly frustrated but something felt off to Diago.

While he didnt understand time travel the same way his brother did then surely it didn't matter when he left he would end up exactly when he left. The only problem was Diago knew Five never made it back home.

Did that mean his brother is going to die here? Or maybe decide to stay?

He knew which he would prefer, even without the morbid possibility Diago would want him to stay, Reginald was a monster and Five was his favourite punching bag.

It was something Diago never really noticed until his brother was gone and that buffer zone they grew up with was ripped away.

Diago took a deep calming breath “look, like it or not you're stuck here for a while. You can either mope around the whole time or enjoy the future. You can even stay with me so you don't have to deal with Dad.”

Fives brow creased “you don't live at home anymore?”

“Five im almost 30, only Luthers stayed at home and even he ended up leaving a few years ago.” Diago rolled his eyes watching as the wheels in Fives head turned.

“Who’s Luther?” He asked confused.

Shit. Diago compleatly forgot about the name thing.

“Mom gave us normal names as a 16th birthday gift, One is Luther I’m Diago, Three is Allison, Four is Klaus, Six wa- is Ben and Seven is Vanya.”

God that reminded him Five didn’t know about Ben.

How the hell was he supposed to tell him his brother died only a year after getting his name?

Thankfully he was saved from having to worry about it for the moment because Patch walked in carrying two large disposable cups of coffee.

“So you're awake then” she smiled thankfully saving Diago from explaining the fact Luther is living on the moon while he rents a boiler room.

Five glared at her “who are you?”

She placed the coffee down to remove her badge and show it to him “I'm a police officer, I was the one to find you and call Diago. Are you up to answering some questions?” She asked clearly, having no idea what she had just walked into.

“What kind of questions?” Five asked suspiciously. They had always been trained to distrust the police, to never tell them what was going on at home and well… Diago realised why once he left home and found it wasn't normal for a kid to be held underwater so long they realised they could breathe the stuff.

“I just want to know your name and if there's a parent or guardian i can call. I saw your tattoo but i still need to hear it from you so i can release you into Diego's care if you want.”

Diago had always been impressed with how she handled herself around victims.

Diago was all sharp edges and quick words never really bothering to comfort while he got information.

It wasn't that he was uncaring, he just always figured the best way to help someone was to get the bastard that hurt them in the first place.

Five just glared at her, his annoying stubborn streak flaring up at the worst possible moment.

“His names Five and he is my brother” Diago supplied, earning the glare turned on him instead for his betrayal.

“Five as in…”

“Yeah one and same. Look Patch I need you to do something for me. You need to make this case disappear, don't let the driver report anything and don’t leave a paper trail” Diago asked standing up, taking the cups from her and placing them down on the bow empty seat and leading her away to the corner of the room.

“Dad is well connected and richer than God, if he finds out Five is here he will take him legal or not”

“I can’t just make the kid disappear” she replied chewing her lip as she glanced over at Five watching them with annoyance. “I’ll keep the tattoo quiet but anything else is a crime.”

Diago smiled, honestly it was more then he was expecting “thanks, I owe you one.”

“By my count it’s more like ten” she snarked back lightly punching him in the shoulder.

As her touch lingered on his arm Diago couldn’t help but wonder if something was still there.

If he could just tell her he still loves her maybe things could go back to how they were.

Then a empty chips packet hit the back of his head and the magical moment that held the potential to fix his relationship was broken.

“Quit talking about me like I’m not here!” Five snapped getting ammo ready for another throw.

Patch just chuckled “oh yeah you two are definitely related”.

She stepped away from Diago and sat on the edge of Fives bed handing him a business card. “If you need anything I want you to call me ok?”

Five turned the piece of card over in his hand sceptically “and who are you exactly?”

“I’m someone you can trust.”

Five responded with a snort.

This time Diago couldn’t blame him, Reginald had a way of taking any trust you had and step on it. There was a time in his life where he trusted his family with his life.

Then after Ben died and everyone left one by one that unbreakable bond he had relied on for years shattered.

Diago half expected Five to spit in her face, instead he looked to him and Diago realised that the relationship his siblings had was still alive and well to Five.

It was a new kind of terror to realise a child trusted you enough to look for your guidance, he wanted Diago to give him the right answer.

The Five who had always been so sure of himself, who would lead his siblings in a way no one else could, who in his arrogance acted like the smarter person in the room and everyone knew it was true… he wanted his big brother to tell him if it was safe to trust a stranger.

A police detective too.

It was weird, but then again what about this situation wasn’t?

As if he were just testing the waters Diago gave a tiny almost missable nod.

And just like that Five relaxed and tucked the card safely into his arms cast.

“While I can’t see myself ever needing help from the likes of you I’ll accept the offer” Five huffed.

“In case you're curious that’s the closest to thank you your gonna get”

Patch just chuckled again “well your very welcome then.” She glanced over at Diago before returning her attention to Five “I’ve got to head to work now but please might or day if you need help please call.”

This time Five only nodded which was good enough for Patch as she got up to leave.

“Oh Diago one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

She tossed him a small wad of cash that Diago didn’t want to know how she got.

“Buy the kid some clothes and some real food. And Raw eggs don’t count.”

With that she was gone leaving the brothers once again in an awkward silence.

“Your girlfriends weird.”

“Shut up” Diago grumbled as he went to find whoever the hell it was that could discharge Five and he could get him home.

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It took three separate doctors to finally find one that was willing to release Five into his care.

Even then there was a pile of paperwork to fill out.

It was worth it though as soon as he got Five into a wheelchair and saw him visibly relax upon finding out they were getting out of there.

As suspected his leg was in a cast up to the knee. Something Diago was almost thankful for considering the little shit tried to wheel himself away while he was wrapping things up with a nurse.

Something told him if he could walk there was no way he would have caught up with him.

It was an uncomfortable drive back, mainly because Five had to half lay out on the back seat to fit his leg in.

Even trying to hide the pain he was in Diago heard every sharp intake of breath he made anytime the car went over a bump in the road.

The worst part however was when they got to the boxing club and Five raised an eyebrow.

“The old man fall on hard times or something?”

“No, dad doesn’t pay for my apartment this is… temporary until I can find a better place”

Like he’d been telling himself for the last three years, he was just looking for something better…

“It looks like a dump” Five grunted as his chair was pushed over the threshold.

“Better than the academy let me tell you that”

Thankfully Five didn’t try to argue after that and instead focused on taking in the gym.

However the world had a way of always pissing on Diego's parade as Al spotted the two of him.

“Diego! You piece of shit you were supposed to mop the floors today!” He yelled scurrying over. He looked like he was about to co tinge when he saw Five.

“Who’s the kid.”

“The kid can talk.” Five growled.

“He’s my brother, I just picked him up from the hospital. Look I know it’s a lot to ask but do you mind if he stays a while. Just till I can set us up somewhere permanent.”

They both knew Diego wasn’t going anywhere. He had been saying the same line every couple months for years now.

“I’ll see if there’s another cot spare” he replied wavin them off.

Al didn’t know everything about Diego’s past, he made sure of that, but he knew his family life was bad.

If he wanted to put two and two together about why Diego was now bringing a never before mentioned younger brother home from the hospital he wasn’t about to stop him.

“Thanks Al.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t forget to mop!”

Diego snorted. They both knew he had more important things to do now.

He wheeled Five into the boiler room choosing to ignore the multiple snarky comments of the places appearance, smell and overall shabbiness in favour of dumping him next to the bed.

“Bathrooms there, kitchen, tv and bed everywhere else”

“Nice to see the old man was wrong about us not needing him” Five mumbled.

God yet another thing Reginald has always held over their heads.

The idea that if they left they would have nothing and no one…

Was he really wrong on this one?

Hell if it weren’t for Patch and Al, Diego would have nothing but a box of cold pizza to offer Five.

“It might not be the Ritz but it’s warm and dry and far away from Dads bullshit.”

“I imagine Number three had a lot to say about the decor” Five said as he picked up a pair of discarded shorts and dropped them again in disgust.

“Allison hasn’t exactly seen the place.”

Five nodded “I guess if you're not planning to stay long you really don’t want to give her ammunition like this.”

Man this was going to be tough.

“Actually Five we don’t really-“

A knock at the door cut him off.

It couldn’t be Al already, but it’s not like anyone else would be there.

Cautiously he opened the door the find a ‘Hello’ tattooed hand shoved through the gap.

“Do me a favour dear brother mine and let me in. I’m in desperate need of a shower”

Diego groaned as he opened the door to Klaus “it really isn’t a good time right now.”

“It never is for you” Klaus teased as he shoved his way in “just because you like to spend your nights clad in leather and climbing through strangers windows”

“Seriously not now” Diego tried to block his view but it was too late.

The plastic bag filled with all Klaus owned in the world was dropped to the floor and his already pale skin dropped a few more shades.

“D-do you see a little number Five or is it just me?”

Five turned to see him blinking in surprise “number Four?”

Diego sighed, clamping a hand on Klaus’ shoulder “he’s here Klaus and he’s alive.”

#umbrella academy #number five #Diego Hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #angst #fanfiction #part 2 #whump #time travel au

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yyxgin · 3 years

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i think what bugged me the most is i could say ‘they’re literal depression pills/they made me depressed’ and could reel off the side effect word for word (1/10 will experience mood swings (sometimes in the form of depression)) which was literally the first fricking side effect listed and the most common and she would still refer to it as me being sad literally seconds later in a convo. okay i never went to the doctor but when it occurred to me that, hey, something isn’t right, we were in the middle of a fucking pandemic!! i mean, we still are, but you get the point. this was right at the beginning when they basically closed everything as well so even if i wanted to i wouldn’t have been able to go see someone about it. but it’s whatever now, i don’t take them and i don’t have to give her any advice about them ✌️ i completely get the lack of validity about your emotions. that’s exactly how i felt.

i work so im not bothered about seeing people as i see them enough by my standards already but there is a helpful little voice in the back of my head reminding me that i still need to see my friends!! from before i got a job lol. i worked like 55 hours? my first proper week when i wasn’t on reduced hours and now i work maybe 30? which annoys me so i’m gonna ask for more bc i wanna buy a car and insurance. you still go to school, right? i feel like you’re more stressed about work considering you’re studying too. or were. have you just broken up from school? i don’t study, thank fuck, anymore, so i can do full time but i always get put on evenings so i’m thinking of getting a 9 to 5 bc then i can get the money i need.

a woman was rude to me bc her takeaway wasn’t ready bang on the clock when she turned up to pick it up. man it took literally every fibre in my being not to tell her to fucking leave me alone bc i’m a waitress?? what does she expect me to do??? i found out after but apparently our website tells you to allow a 15 minute slot when you order takeaway to pick up. i checked on this woman’s takeaway and told her it’d be ready in 10 minutes and she said sumn along the lines of ‘so 10 past 8?’. imma tell you straight i wasn’t looking at my phone so i assumed that meant the time was 8pm! (it wasn’t) she said to me ‘and i assume you’ll be knocking money off of the bill for that?’ and i politely replied ‘i can’t do that.’ bc i literally cannot. has to be a managerial figure. bearing in mind she’s already paid in full online???????? n she replies ‘do you wanna go suggest that?’ and nods towards the kitchen and i said no and walked off. the AUDACITY??? anyway i told my manager and she rolled her eyes and was like we don’t do partial refunds and said she’d talk to the woman when her order was ready. this woman was all up in my face saying ‘do you think that’s a reasonable time?’ asking if she should come back at 8:10 and im like idfk?? i have things to be doing can you fuck off?? no i didn’t say that but she says ‘i’ve got kids in the car with the engine running’ and i deadpanned ‘i didn’t tell you to leave your kids in the car with the engine running’ bc it was the first thing my brain thought of that wasn’t ‘sounds like a you problem to me’. in the end she left and came back but when she came back she was properly shouting at another waitress i work with and the girl was like 😄 your food was ready 20 minutes ago but you didn’t leave your details to be able to ring you to tell you it’s ready. she even re-mentioned the kids in the car saying they were starving and it was all our fault and the girl was like hmm okay. and then the woman said she was gonna leave a bad review on trip advisor!! and the waitress was like 😃 you do that bestie!! another great day on the grind :D (i forgot to say we were swamped on saturday so that’s why everything was so busy but she was literally the only one complaining that bad, like literally everyone could see we were struggling but they also were saying to wait staff things like ‘i know you can’t make things go quicker back there’ while we were apologising for the phat delay on their food).

another funny one (that made the barman laugh when i told it to him) was a grandma and a grandson in my section. the grandma was dictating his life jesus 😭 (not important but made me go 😳) but one of the girls cleared the table partially when i was doing sumn else so i finished it off and when we get back to kp she tells me the grandma complained the food was cold and without hesitation i said ‘well she fucking ate it all so tell her to fuck off and talk to someone who gives a shit’. she went quiet and i was like,, man i hope i didn’t scare her. but like. they cleared their plates. there was no food left. she didn’t call someone over. she didn’t say anything to anyone when they ask if it was okay. why wait until the end?? anyway i told thé barman and he giggled (he’s got a lovely laugh in my opinion bc it sounds like he’s snickering at everything). i was NOT going to tell my manager bc there’s literally no point. same day, later on, a man said his mussels were cold, i took them back and the kitchen cooked them again. i’d barely put the food down before he called me over (this one is a good one bc he hasn’t eaten EVERYTHING before complaining and therefore we can do something about the problem‼️) respect to that guy.

one of the girls gave me a lift home last night n the barman directed her right to my house without ever having been to my house before (his cousin used to live in the flats down the other end, he says) and when i messaged her later on thanking her and saying it was a bit sus that he directed her perfectly to mine n she said ‘hmm ben seems to go to yours more than he does his own home 🤔🤔🤔🤔’ bc apparently he was absolute shite at giving directions to his flat 😭 n e way he’s a sweetheart n he says he doesn’t like christmas anymore n he made me sad after he said that n i said i’d post coal through his letter box n he said i might as well n i was like okay this is an actual problem n now i’m gone be super nice to him at christmas bc he deserves so much more that the hand he’s been dealt. this convo happened after i let him try this herbal tea he said smelt nice n i said it tasted like christmas to me. he’s such a good person (despite literally everything he tells me about his past) n i cannot have him being a little humbug. god i think this crush i joked to you about is becoming a soft core friendship. like every fucking wattpad story out there. me n the girls agreed someone has to love him 🥺

okay im signing off now ily ~ 🌻

i am glad you are feeling better though, nobody deserves to suffer. and nobody deserves to have their emotions invalidated. remember that your emotions matter at all times. <3

yesyes i am still in school !! altough my summer break started on july 1st so i am not that stressed about managing many things at once anymore hh,, also you are working so much ??? damn ?? please remember to take some breaks and relax !! and meet your friends !!! have fun. i know you are saving up money but please dont overwork yourself !

wHY ARE PEOPLE SO RUDE OH MY GOD I SWEAR,,, i learned that while working with people. i just,, it feels like they are all looking down on me just because i am young and work there part-time. like bro,,chill. also i feel kind of bad when they ask me where stuff is and i cant tell them bc i have no idea but at the same time if people were all introverts like me i wouldnt have this problem. :) dfjk jk jk i should improve on that. i wish people were more nice to you !!! who do they think they are ?? like,,,,,why are you rude. this is clearly not your problem.

i like it when people tell you respectfully. like the guy you mentioned. because clearly what are you going to do about the cold food when they’ve eaten it all. where’s the logic.

IT SOUNDS LIKE HE IS OVER AT YOURS EVERY OTHER DAY DFJAKL that’s so funny. also i am bad at giving directions to my flat as well lmaoo poor ladies that drive me home from work sometimes. also i hate christmas as well lmaoo i feel that boy. its a little hard for me and i hope he doesn’t feel as bad during christmas this year when he has you around hihi,,, i fully stan this friendship. altough i am a big fan of friends to lovers if you know what i mean. in the energy of wattpad :))

ily !!!

#you can guess my mental stability by how quick i respond to asks #anyways #💌ask #🌻 anon

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starwarringavengers · 4 years

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Black Lace (Rey x Ben Solo/Kylo Ren)

This one is for the lovely @sunshiney-souls, (also im sorry this became downright FILTHY) who sent me this prompt

Warnings: EXTREMELY rated 18+++!!! This is kind of filthy so please just do me a favor and use your own discretion. Also a little bit of dirty talk, some rough sex, perhaps BDSM undertones if you literally s q u i n t, and a dominant Ben Solo.

Word Count: 2,970

A/N: If you liked this, consider checking out my fic Desperado on AO3! Another modern sort of crime-related au, since apparently I can only imagine modern day kylo ren as a fucking hitman

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If someone had told Rey that Ben Solo, formerly known as hitman extraordinaire Kylo Ren, was a fan of cuddling, she’d have laughed in their face.

But, as if turns out, Ben Solo loves fucking cuddling.

Since they’d met nearly two years ago, Rey had seen the man that he was underneath the stern gaze and leather jackets and cold exterior, at the very human man who was just dying to be loved. So, she’d made it her mission to bring him back to the light, metaphorically of course. They’ve come a long way since the first time he tried to kill her.

Modern love, as it were.

And Rey is certainly falling very deeply in love with Ben Solo, who brings her flowers and makes her coffee just right in the morning and loves to wash the shampoo from her hair when they’re giggling in the shower together. This loving, intensely passionate man that she’s found herself wrapped up in quickly became the best part of her world.

Rey loves his quiet moments, the gentle touches, and how attentive he is to her constantly, especially when they make love. But it’s as if he’s afraid to hurt her.

So now, as Rey is laying against the headboard of the bed with Ben’s head on her shoulder as he reads, her mind is wandering down a rabbit hole of things she’d love to do with him. But he’s intent on reading, so Rey is busy playing with the new string of LED lights they’d bought and hung up around the perimeter of the room. They clash a little bit with the sophisticated and dark decor of his room, but she’d begged and he’d caved, so now she’s been having fun turning them from blue to yellow to white to green to purple to magenta to -

“Rey,” Ben says her name and a shiver rushes down her spine. She tilts her eyes down to meet his. “What are you doing?”

“Playing with the lights,” she tells him quietly, with a grin, only because she knows that by now the changing colors have got to be annoying him, and if she could get him just a little bit fired up…

He only smiles. Says nothing. Rey nearly groans.

“Ben,” she says after a few minutes, her arm with the remote flopping down onto the bed as the lights stay a nice shade of cyan.

“Rey,” he says again, one long finger running over his full lips as he concentrates on the page in front of him.

Rey turns to face him and puts on her best doe-eyed look. “I have a question,” she says. He quirks an eyebrow. “Would you ever tie me up?”

If he’s surprised by the inquiry, he doesn’t show it. He simply shrugs. “Perhaps.”

Perhaps? Why is he making this difficult for her?

“What about,” Rey starts, sliding her hand across his chest, “Blindfolds?”

Finally, finally he looks down at her, dark eyes squinted a little in amusement. “There something you’re getting at here?”

Yes! She wants to scream, yes, and I’ve been getting at it for months and you haven’t heard me!

“Perhaps,” she echoes his earlier statement, and Ben’s smirk grows into a smile as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her brow. Then he goes back to reading, and Rey feels for a moment that she’ll actually scream.

With a huff, she stands from the bed and walks into the closet connected to the bedroom, where the majority of her things have begun to accumulate in a space he’d cleared for her. She could get ready for bed - throw on an old tee shirt and call it a day. Or, she could try to get him to listen to her with a more visual tactic.

Giggling to herself, Rey pulls the pink box containing her little secret from it’s hiding spot in the drawer. She’s never been a lingerie type of girl - none of it is really her, and the only things that seem to catch her eye, everyone deems too simple. So needless to say, she doesn’t own a lot of it. But when she’d seen the black lace robe hanging up in the store that Rose and Paige had drug her into, she’d been completely unable to stop staring at it. It had just been so…delicate. And so far out of her comfort zone, she almost hadn’t gotten it. Light and practically see-through, she’d picked it up and couldn’t help but think about the potential look on Ben’s face if he saw her in it. So, she’d bought it.

With her heart beating just a little bit too fast, Rey shucks off her jeans and lets her hair down, sliding the robe over her body and delighting in the ticking feeling of that lace. When she turns around to look in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize herself for a moment. Not because of her nakedness under the robe or the robe itself, but more because of the flush of excitement on her face.

Peering outside the door, Rey finds that Ben is still in the spot she left him, only he’s peeled off his shirt and jeans and is lying on the blankets in a pair of black boxers. Rey’s mouth goes dry.

She gives herself a silent pep talk and steps back out into the room.

Ben glances up and then back down, and then back up when he actually sees her there, and Rey swears she sees him swallow past a lump in his throat. He looks her up and down for a moment as she approaches the bed, slowly taking his book from his hand.

“Rey,” her name is more like a warning now.

“Ben,” she replies, raising an eyebrow at him before placing her knee on the bed and swinging her other leg over his hip, effectively straddling him. His hands fly immediately to her waist, grip tight as she presses herself down against him. “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes drift shut for a moment and Rey watches as he takes in a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out.

Ah, Rey thinks, so that’s it.

“I won’t break,” Rey tells him, reaching a hand up and threading her fingers through his dark hair. “Please, Ben? I want you. Don’t make me beg. Or demand.”

It’s a joke, but only halfway. Rey grins wickedly at him and tugs his hair. Ben’s eyes fly open and for a moment, Rey sees a different person.

The world is a blur around her for a moment as Ben switches their positions so fast, putting her on her back beneath him as he wraps a hand around her throat and holds her there. Rey stares at him, open-mouthed, her body flushing as heat gathers between her legs.

For a moment, all he does it stare. Then, Rey watches as Ben picks up the remote control for the damned LED lights and changes the color to red, all the while looking far too calm and in control, in comparison to her at least. He chucks the remote away and leans down close to her.

“Did you think you were in charge for a moment there, my love?” Ben asks quietly, his voice a growl against her ear. Rey squirms beneath him. This is what she wanted. She loves Ben Solo - but fuck if she’s not a little bit (a lot) attracted to the darkness that lives inside him. “Answer me.”

Rey squeaks as his palm tightens around her throat. “Yes,” she admits, breathless.

“And you thought you could order me around, is that it?”

“Yes,” another gasp as Ben slides his hand down her body, feeling the lace that covers it and looking at her with something between lust and pure amusement.

“I commend you for your effort,” Ben jokes, practically manhandling her up onto her knees before him, his hand now wrapped in her hair. “But I’m still the one in charge here, my darling Rey.”

The grin that spreads across her face is absolutely wretched, laced with triumph and twinged with mirth. He doesn’t expressly admit that he knows this was her plan, but Rey can tell from the twinkle in his eye that he’d guessed it well enough. She reaches up to tangle her hands into his dark curls but he stops her, taking both her wrists in his hands and locking them behind her back with one, leaning back again to take in the sight of her, covered in black lace.

Rey thinks that she’s never felt as beautiful as she does in that moment, with him looking at her like that.

“Ground rules,” Ben begins.

“Rules?” Rey squeaks in indignation, ready to groan at him in annoyance. He gives her a dark look that makes her shut her mouth.

“If I hurt you, in any way, you tell me immediately. If I do something you’re not sure you like, you tell me immediately,” Ben says, rattling off the rules of his list as Rey nods very enthusiastically.

“What else?” she asks, and for a moment Ben looks like he’s going to laugh.

“Listen carefully,” he tells her, pulling her hands forward and tying them together with the sash of her robe, which she hadn’t even noticed he’d removed. Rey nods.

For another long moment, he stays looking straight at her, as if deciding where to begin. “I like this,” he tells her finally, sliding a finger under the edge of the black lace that covers her breasts. At his touch, everything in her body pulls taut, waiting for more. Ben draws the robe over her shoulder until it falls, baring her a little more to him. He’s going slower than she had thought he would, but she’s not about to open her mouth and question him any time soon.

“How long have you had it?” Ben asks, and it takes Rey a moment to realize he’s talking about the robe.

“A few weeks,” she says in a small voice, smiling privately to herself as Ben hums against her skin before biting down on her shoulder.

“A few weeks? And I’m only just now seeing it?” He’s teasing her, she knows he is, but Rey feels her face heat up nonetheless.

“I was,” Rey starts, searching for the words to explain to him why she hadn’t tried this sooner. “I was worried I couldn’t pull it off,” she tells him finally, laughing to disguise the unease in her voice.

Ben pulls away from her and levels her with a dark gaze. “Rey,” her name is pitched low, like a warning. “I am doing everything I can not to fucking rip this lace off of you, only because I want you to wear it again.”

Rey squeaks in surprise and a little bit of amusement when Ben’s hand drifts up her body to wrap around her throat, at the same time as his other hand reaches her center and without warning he dips his fingers up inside of her. She’s already wet and wanting and it just feels so right to have him touching her, the pressure of his fingers around her throat and inside her moving in tandem to create a storm that starts low in Rey’s belly and spreads through her whole being like molten lava. She finds that she loves the dangerous feeling of his hand around her throat.

Rey wracks her brain for the right words to possibly tell him that she wants it to hurt, just a little.

But he seems to know, because he bites at her throat as he squeezes and Rey keens, limbs going limp against him and it’s a miracle he’s there to hold her up, because Rey feels an orgasm shoot through her like a bolt of lightning. Ben chuckles darkly into her ear.

“Lay back, hands above your head,” he instructs, and Rey is all too happy to oblige, practically flopping back onto the bed and lifting her arms. She can see his erection tenting his briefs, and her mouth waters in an obscene sort of way that she’d be embarrassed by, if she weren’t so turned on. “Part your legs for me, Rey. Let me see you.”

Oh, now that’s a tone of voice that she likes.

She does what she’s told and lets her knees fall open, baring herself to him in a way that she’s never done before, not even for him. Rey can feel that she’s breathing heavily, and she can see that he is too, even in the dim red glow that the lights cast around the room. He looks impossibly larger backlit like this, as he decides what he wants to do with her. The air in the room hangs low with lust.

“I’m want to fuck you, Rey,” Ben says quietly, calmly - as if he’s telling her he’d like to bring her a cup of tea. She whimpers. Ben smiles. “Tell me I can fuck you.”

“Yes please,” she squeaks out, her voice straining against the harsh breaths she takes as he looks at her.

“You’ll tell me -“

“Yes! I’ll tell you if it’s too much, just,” Rey huffs, “Please, Ben.”

He grins at her in the red light, and Rey watches with anticipation settling in her bones as he tosses his briefs away, taking himself in hand and sliding his fingertips down the inside of her thigh. Goosebumps pebble in the wake of his touch.

“Close your eyes,” Ben instructs, and Rey does as she’s told. Sort of. “Close them, or I’ll blindfold you,” he says, his voice a growl. Rey shuts her eyes tight, even though the prospect of a blindfold is intriguing.

Rey isn’t quite sure how he does it. One moment, she’s squirming on the bed, hoping that he’ll lean forward and touch her a little bit more, and the next he has her hips in his hands and has shoved his cock so deep inside her that her eyes fly open and she cries out. He doesn’t relent.

There’s none of the previous hesitations that she’s used to feeling from him - no restraint in his arms as he holds himself just far enough away from her, no slow rock of his hips to get her accustomed to him, and certainly no gentle grip that keeps her close. No, this is absolutely primal, his fingertips wrapped solidly around her hip and squeezing so hard that she’s positive she’ll have a bruise, and his hips slapping obscenely against hers - and she loves it.

Every thrust, every brush of the head of his cock against the deepest place inside her feels like an earthquake. Ben finds the angle that she likes, effortlessly, letting loose a near-feral growl as he takes her a little bit faster. Rey’s eyes roll back in her head.

Then, he takes her leg and wraps his hand around her ankle, holding her open and shoving a pillow beneath her hips. It brings her closer to him, gives him a new inch to work with as Rey lets herself go completely, giving over to the dark side of this kind of lust as she comes, like rolling waves, around him.

Ben slows, and for a moment Rey considers hitting him if he even dares to ask her if she’s okay - but he doesn’t. Instead, he gives her a wicked grin and pulls out of her, flipping her over in a freakishly well-timed movement, onto her hands and knees. Her hands are still bound in front of her, and she whines about it.

“Let me touch you,” Rey begs, her back to his front as she kneels up and presents her wrists. “Please.”

Ben groans, but reaches forward anyway and unties the gauzy fabric, tossing it somewhere in the room before burying his hand in her hair and forcing her to bend at her waist.

“God, Rey,” he moans as he sinks back inside her, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She’s never heard praise quite like that before, and she definitely doesn’t know what to do with it - it’s like her entire brain short circuits. Rey doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, because Ben begins moving his hips at a rapid pace, fucking her so hard that she feels it practically quake up her spine.

They’ve fucked like this before, with her on her knees, but never this hard. She can’t stop the moan from falling from her lips when Ben reaches up and wraps his hand around her neck again.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls in her ear, crushing her close to him in every way that he possibly can given their position. Rey whimpers. “Is it? Tell me, Rey. Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

Her answer of yes is a quiet sound, squeezed from her vocal chords around moans and sighs and cries of his name. Rey can tell that this, the way he’s taking her, is Kylo Ren - the man everyone feared and admired. But the man who loves her is Ben Solo, and she’s damn lucky to have both.

He comes inside of her with a drawn-out, downright lovely moan right in her ear, and Rey finally slides down onto her stomach feeling sated and shaking a little bit from the force of it all. Ben shifts their positions, pulling her onto his chest as he lays on his back.

“Well my love,” he says after they’ve caught their breath. “Did I deliver?”

Rey giggles against his skin. “Yes, I can say with confidence that you did.”

He chuckles a little bit as he draws lines up her spine with his fingertips. “You know,” he says then, “I think I’m starting to like these lights.”

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fic #reylo smut #rey x ben solo #rey x kylo ren #reylo modern au #reylo au #rey and ben solo #rey and kylo ren #hitman kylo ren #reylo sexy #rey #rey and ben au #rey and ben fanfic #rey and ben solo fanfic #rey and kylo

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sexibeastlawrence · 4 years

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Copacabana

Ben hardy x reader

Music inspo: copacabana - Barry manillow

Author's note: jesus the ending was so hard to write, im still crying. I haven’t check for typos soo don’t be maAd. i listened to the song and got very inspired by it to write a fic. I also want to apoligize for having my masterlist all messy, im still trying to figure out how to link my masterlist into my bio. Also if you have any request, just send them in, and if you happen to know how i can link my masterlist into my bio, please tell me! I hope you enjoy this imagine, goodbye:)

Summary: you work as a showgirl at a club called Copacabana in Havanna, you meet the love of your life, but unfortunately it won’t always end well at the end after you meet Rico...

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence.

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Her name was YN and she was a show girl. She had yellow feathers in her hair, while she had a yellow crystal dress that was cut down from the center of her thighs as the ends reached to her knees.

The scene was all hers as she would merengue and do the cha-cha. She simply loved her job at Copacabana, she was like a star over there. As she swept around in her dance moves on the scene, everyone cheered for her and whistled, everyone loved her performance even the co-workers loved her. With the music pumping through the speakers, it only made her moves even more passionate.

The next day was no different from the other days, her stage layed out for her to dance and receive a dozens of roses after her performance. As she moved around the scene, her eyes sparkled from the lights that were beaming at her. Her hair and hips swayed after her moves. She looked gorgeous, especially according to the blonde haired man that sat at the bar. He always tended the shows, especially when she was in it. He was totally drawn by her, and he always tried to talk to her or at least get eye contact with her. But he was always to afraid to do it.

When she was done, she bowed as everyone applauded and threw roses at the stage. Her smile beamed strongly at everyone as she in that moment met eyes with the young man. She immediately recognized him, he was always in the crowd during her shows. She always noticed his presence when she was at work. He was very handsome and an angelic looking fella, she confessed to one of her bestfriends. His mysterious image, always threw her off. And if it’s possible, when she glances to him, she always at that moment showed off her moves even more so she could impress him. Apparently it works since he comes to every show she has. She intends to plan on walking up to him, but at the end never does. Then She finally decided to approach him as she stepped down from the stage.

The young man noticed that she was walking up to him and started to panic a little, yet he still held a smirk across his face. She saw the smirk he held, and can promise you that it totally made her weak in the knees. His blonde locks perfectly framing his face, while his white shirt structured his shoulders. He looked like a living angle, he looked to good to be real. When she came up to him, she put her hands on her hips as she smugly smiled at him. “Thought you might come here again” she said. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her confused. “You recognize me?” He asked questionably. “Of course, it’s pretty hard not to recognize such a handsome man like you”. He blushed softly at what she said. “It’s flattering to hear from such a breathtakingly beautiful woman” he said and winked, she chuckled and raised an eyebrow “what’s your name, chica?” She asked and smiled and looked at him. Her eyes sparkled as her lips shined in the smile she gave. He smiled softly and put his drink on the bar. “My name is Ben” he replied as he held out his hand for her to shake. She took his on hers and shook, “ im YN. Nice to meet you Ben...” she said. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed on top of her hand. Her cheeks got flushed in a pink shade as her stomach started to tingle. “Es un placer, querida” he said and smirked.

As the night went on, the two of them got to know each other. And slowly but surely, they fell in love with each other. They’re so drawn by each other from small details. The way her eyes read his lips, that made him feel listened and heard. The way he watched her like as she was made from the most magnificent piece of art, made her feel so loved. The way he was honest with her. The way she smiled. The way he ran his fingers through his locks. All these details made them fall for one another.

“Oh god, i better go home.” She said and looked at clock that was hanging on the wall at the bar. “Want me to walk you home?” He suggested and smirked. “I mean if you want to, that would be lovely” she replied and smiled. “Well let’s go then” “yeah, let me just get my stuff” she said and went to grab her things.

They walked on the streets, holding hands as they chatted. “So you’re an actor?” “Yeah pretty much. Have you seen bohemian rhapsody perhaps?” “Wait, you’re the drummer right!” She gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, that would be me” he chuckled and shook his head. “The movie is amazing, i have to say it kicks other movies ass” she said and smiled as he laughed. “Im happy that you love the movie”.

As they were standing infront of her building, they looked at each other. “I really had fun getting to know you” she said gazed at his eyes. His emerald green eyes shimmering as his smile was spread across his lips. “Me too. Oh and thank you...”. “for what?” She asked. “For making the first move, i don’t think that i would have the guts to come up first.”. She chuckled hand stroke his hand as she looked back at him. “You’re welcome, thank god i made the first move then”. They both laughed a bit as they then got quite. They looked at each other, and both of them felt a knott form in their stomach. As Ben started to bring his lips closer, YN heart started really race the hell up, at some point it felt as if it was about jump out of her mouth. The moment Ben got closer, their lips clashed together as they started to kiss. Ben arms immediately snaked around her waist as YNs hands rested on his chest. When the kiss got even more hotter, YN parted from him just a moment. “Let’s go in to my place...” she announced as he agreed with her.

When they got into the appartement, they found back to each other as they got back to making out with each other. As they kissed, they walked to the bedroom while taking their jackets and shoes off. Ben then flopped YN on the bed and hovered over her, while attacking her neck. She grabbed his hair, slightly pulling it, as she wrapped her legs around him. His kisses traced then back to her lips and they kissed each other like there was no tomorrow while they were exploring each other’s bodies the whole rest of the night

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1 year later

The alarm clock started to aggressively ring before being turned off by YNs hand. Ben, who was lying next to YN, groaned as he turned to YN. “Good morning, beautiful” he said and gave her a weak tired smile. “Good morning, bebe” she said back and stroked his cheek while yawning. Ben’s arms were wrapped around YN as he started to kiss her neck, which made her giggle. “Benny stop, i have to go to work”. Ben shook his head and continued to kiss her, totally nonchalant over what she said. “No, you don’t have to go to work.” “I have to, or my boss will be mad at me” “then quit. Then you can be with me every day and every time.”. She chuckled as she got up. “And how will I afford the house then?” “I’ll take care of you” he said and smirked. She rolled her eyes in response and laughed. “Ben we’ll have the whole day tomorrow, alright” “Ugh, alright. But we ain’t leaving the house tomorrow!”. She chuckled and started to get ready for work.

As she gathered her things and headed to the door, Ben walked up to her and kissed her good bye. “Maybe if i have time, I’ll come vist you at work” “please do” she said and kissed the tip of his nose.

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“And now, who y’all have been waiting for.... YN YL!” Your co-work announced on the mic as you then got to the stage while everyone else started to cheer. As the music started to fade in, so did your moves as well. You’re feet moving with rythm of the tunes that were blasting. You’re dance earned everyone’s attention, and you couldn’t help but look if Ben was there.

As you scanned the crowd you noticed a man sit on a round booth way back, starring at you while holding a cigarette between his two fingers. He had a smug smirk on his face, as he blowed out the smoke from the cigarette that he just inhaled.

When the song was finished and your work was done, you waved them off and bowed as you got yourself of the stage. When you were about to go to your lockeroom, you felt two fingers tap on your shoulder. You turned around and found the man who was watching you from the booth. “Hey there, beautiful” sh said and smirked. He had black hair that was slicked back, while he was wearing a dark shade of pink shirt and suit jacket with a pair of suit pants. He literally looke like he came straight from the movie The Godfather. “Hey?” She said and raised her eyebrow in response. “I gotta say, the show was absolutely amazing” “oh thank you” “yeah, you really know how to dance. Gotta learn me how to dance like that sometime” he said and smirked. She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes as the only thing she did was pursing her lips. “My name is Rico, by the way” “nice to meet you, Rico” she said hurriedly. “So you wanna grab a drink with me, princess?” “ I cant, I have to go” “oh come on, it’ll be fun!” “I really can’t, but thanks” she said and started to walk away, but then he grabbed her by arm and she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “What are you doing?” She asked annoyed. “Why are you walking away from me? I just want to have some fun”

That’s when ben walked across the bar and pushed Rico’s arm from YN. “What do you think you’re doing, blondie?” “What do you want from my girlfriend?” Ben asked rather impatient. “Girlfriend?” Rico laughed out. “Yes, girlfriend. Now tell me what did you want from her?” “What i wanted from her? What i wanted is her to join me in bed, if you know what i mean” he laughed. Ben shoved him back so that Rico almost stumbled. He looked at Ben shocked and mad at the same time. “Do you know with who you’re dealing with, pretty face?” “No, but you’ll know who you’re dealing with if you don’t get the fuck out in 5 seconds” “oh is that so?” Rico asked with his eyebrow raised as he placed his hands on his pocket. “Yeah, now fuck off” Ben said and glared at him. Rico looked at him for a moment before swinging a punch on Bens face, as everyone around gasped.

Ben stumbled a little bit, but immediately got back to balance. He touched the spot he got hit and saw blood. At that moment he got so mad that he thre himself on Rico and started to punch him. Rico then threw a punch on Ben’s side. When Ben bended a bit because of the punch, Rico pushed him of and got on top of Ben and started to hit him. YN screamed and tried to break it off but it was no use. After a few hits, Ben grabbed his hands and threw his forehead to Ricos nose. Rico then stood up and leaned on a nearby table while holding his nose. Ben took the advantage and took a chair and slammed it on Rico. The chair broke in to Two. While Rico stumbled down, every else yelled out ‘fight fight fight’ in the background. Ben then got on top of Rico and started to hit him. “Fucking asshole, this will teach you to never harras my girlfriend again” he yelled as he hitted him repeatedly. Then suddenly, in a matter of seconds, there was a gunshot. The whole room fell silent.

A sharp pain ran threw Bens body as he fell down on the otherside. Giving access for Rico to get up. Everyone then saw that Rico had a gun. Everyone was shocked and surprisingly, so was Rico. At that moment fear over took in YNs eyes as she dropped down on the floor. She held Ben in her arms as she sobbed hysterically while her whole entire body shook. “B-Ben Y-You’re gonna b-be oka-y.” She cried as she shakingly stroked Bens hair. “WILL SOMEONE CALL A FUKIN AMBULANCE!” She yelled out, her voice screeching. “B-Ben don’t leave me, stay with me come on, come on baby” she said as she watched the love of her life die in her arms. Ben lying there as he gripped onto YN hand, as he coughed out blood while he shook for dear life. She kissed his forehead and held him tightly. The tears in Ben’s eyes were the last thing before he reached the light, where he would rest in peace. When YN felt his hand loosened and fell down, that’s when she realized that she lost the love of her life, her true love, her soulmate, her best friend forever. If only she had quit her job like he said, he would still be with her, waking up to her and she would still see him the next day.

Her name is YN, she was a showgirl

But that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show

Now it's a disco, but not for YN

Still in dress she used to wear

Faded feathers in her hair

She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind

She lost her youth and she lost her Benny

Now she's lost her mind

At the copa (co) Copacabana (Copacabana)

The hottest spot north of Havana (here)

At the copa (co) Copacabana

Music and passion were always in fashion

At the copaaaaa

don't fall in love

(Copacabana)

#ben hardy angst #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #benhardy #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy #6 underground

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brianna0040 · 4 years

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Reddie

Richies P.O.V

I was on my way to the clubhouse to hangout with my friends. Leaving my house I grabbed my bike and got on my way.

Deciding to get some drinks for everyone I stopped at a convenience store on the way. While looking around I heard a familiar yet unwelcoming voice. Henry Bowers. I continued to look for Eddies favorite beverage when i felt someone grab my collar and pull me back.

" Since when do they allow fags around here?"

Deciding not to answer i grabbed the drink and left to the counter to pay. Making sure I was safe i left the store rather quickly. While biking by a nearby park something hit me in the head.

"Thought you could get away that easily fag!?" I hear Bowers yell.

"You on your way to see you dumbass friends?" Patrick asks.

"Actually I was on my way to see your mother." I replied with an attitude. I quickly regretted it as I was punched to the ground by Henry.

"Aw getting defensive over Patrick, cute." I snapped back knowing it would just make the situation worse, but not being able to stop myself.

After kicking me a few times they left snickering. I got up and quickly biked to the clubhouse. Once I arrived I was bombarded with questions.

"What the hell toke you so long? What happened? Are you okay? Oh my god Ben get the first aid kit for me. Now."

"No Eds, i'm okay. There is no need for that."

"Richie shut up and sit down so I can clean of the blood from your face." Eddie said sounding frustrated. I did as told. He quickly finished up and sat back down.

"So what did happen?" Beverly asked.

"Oh, just an encounter with bowers and his goons. Like I said im fine. Its no big deal." I replied shrugging my shoulders calmly.

"You know i'm getting really sick of them constantly messing with us." Bev says sounding pissed.

"We all are B-Beverly. But th-there isn't really much we c-can do." Bill said much calmer.

They kept arguing back and forth for basically the rest of time we where there. We all said our goodbye for the night, i quickly caught up to Eddie.

"Hey eds!"

"Don't call me that idiot. What do you want?" He asked annoyed.

"Whoa calm down Eddie-Spaghetti I just wanna spend more time with you. Is that so wrong?"

"No." He replied quietly.

"Hey Eds, are you okay you've been acting very strange lately. Is everything okay?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Yea I'm fine.." He answered very quietly

I stopped my bike in front of him.

"What the hell Rich!?" I looked at him.

"Don't lie to me. I know you way to well for you to be able to get away with it. So i'll ask again, what's wrong?" Eddie looked away blushing a bit.

"I'm worried about you Eds, please I just wanna help you." I said calmly with a hint of concern lacing my voice. I don't wanna pressure him but I get worried.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks shyly.

"You just did." He gave me a death stare. "Sorry, go ahead."

"Are you homophobic?"

"What brought that on suddenly?"

"Just answer the question!" He says seeming nervous.

"No. I'm not. I think you can love whoever you want as long as you're happy and not hurting anyone. Why?"

"Would you unfriend someone if they where gay?" He asked still not looking me in the eyes. He seemed scared of my answer.

"Of course not Eds. Now please tell me why you're suddenly asking all of these questions." It toke him a moment to reply.

"I'm gay Richie." He said with his head down as if he was ashamed.

He started shaking. I realized he was crying.

" Eds!." I pulled him into my arms gently. "Shh calm down I got you. Why are you crying?"

"I was so worried y-you where gonna leave and never want to talk to me ever again and-." I cut him off with a kiss.

"You where rambling." I said with a cocky smirk. He hugged me giggling.

"Eds I wanna ask you something. Will you be my boyfriend?" Eddie looked shocked.

"Of course!" He replied happily kissing me again.

I walked him home making sure he got there safely. Giving him a quick kiss before leaving.

"Goodnight Eddie-Spaghetti"

"Goodnight Trashmouth"

Hope you guys enjoyed.

#reddie #richie tozier #richie x eddie #eddiekaspbrak #it #fanfic

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just a casual reminder that:

THIS BLOG AND ITS MUSE CONTAIN PRETTY MUCH ALMOST EVERY MAJOR TRIGGER. THIS BLOG IN ITS ENTIRETY IS EXTREMELY TRIGGERING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

If you proceed to read this blog’s content after the multiple content warnings that I present in the blog’s rules page, you are responsible for whatever happens. I informed you of what is present. Do not try to claim I did not give you an adequate warning.

I write a lot of “horrible” shit. I literally write a sweet and innocent girl turned assassin and killer in her own right in the apocalypse for a muse - there’s very little I have an issue with writing in detail. This blog is riddled with mature content. With that said, I won’t be roleplaying with anyone under the age of sixteen. This should be obvious but just because I write disturbing content DOES NOT MEAN I SUPPORT IT.

On the topic of Clementine, she is a very morally grey character - she is neither good nor evil. She will not always be kind and sweet to your muse. She won’t always do the morally “right” thing. She will not hesitate to resort to murder, manipulation, blackmail and torture if it means getting what she wants.

Please don’t have your muse presume to know what Clementine is thinking, unless if your muse is some kind of telepath. Just because you know what going on OOCly, it doesn’t mean your character knows. Characters who seem to know more than they would is irritating and really annoying. Clementine is very charismatic, persuasive and secretive and as such, it is difficult to know exactly what she’s planning or thinking.

My Clementine has been - and still is - very lonely, and did not have friends or family for most of her life, as everyone else had either betrayed her or died, and even with her friends and accomplices, most of her friendships were merely for survival purposes. It’s fairly easy to forget that the timeline of Episodes 3 through 5 of Season One lasts only about four days. In the space of less than a week, Clementine has lost everyone she’s ever loved. She finds her parents infected, Lee is either dead or infected, and every single other person Clementine has come to rely on and know in the past three months — everyone, from Duck to Lily to Kenny to Ben and everyone in between — has died systematically over the course of a few days. Omid and Christa are the only ones who survived, but she had only met them during that four day timespan. It gets even worse as the seasons progress and this is no understatement in the slightest.

Clementine is age eighteen-nineteen and over in her default verse, as it is set post-The Final Season. With that said, most asks will be answered when Clementine is an adult, unless if the ask specifies for a specific verse.

For the love of all that is good and holy, DO NOT STEAL MY HEADCANONS FOR CLEMENTINE.

There are people I have a lot of threads with. It's inevitable that sometimes it'll appear as if I only reply to one person or the same 2-3 people simply because they're the only ones I have a lot of replies from. If you can't handle it looking like I've only responded to so called "faves" all day, when I owe you less than 5 things, don't follow me.

While Clementine in the majority of her verses is a human, there will be alternate universes where she is a vampire, werewolf, crossroad demon, shapeshifter/druid, deity, etc. and because of this, she will be very powerful and in some scenarios, even overpowered in the case of her deity verse. However, I do not powerplay/godmod/whatever else. It’s hard for some people to grasp, but for example, in my vampire or deity verses, Clementine does not give a shit about yours enough to waste her energy on them. For example: I have a verse where Clem is a goddess, and yes, she could know everything about your muse, but trust me -- she’s not going to act like it or even acknowledge what she could know. She doesn’t care to go through your muse's brain to figure out what they’re thinking. The only real metagaming you’ll see is deity!Clementine knowing your muse’s name when they haven’t given it out. I will IM the fuck out of you before I do some crazy shit with her anyway. I only ask you don’t act as if she is not a powerful goddess in said verse - because she is and she will destroy a muse that pisses her off.

Have a rules page and an about page for your character. I don’t care if your character is canon. I will not follow you if I can’t find an about section. Linking to the wikipedia/whatever page of your canon character does not count.

I don’t follow people who post ooc a lot. Blog updates, headcanons, activity notices, etc are not ooc per say but an excessive amount of them can be.

I have a really big issue with people who post super negative stuff all the time. I’d rather not have to deal with your problems on top of my own, thanks.

I absolutely will not follow you if I have to put in a ton of effort just to make it so I can actually read your information. I don't give a fuck about the "aesthetic" - just give me something to work with.

I do not follow every single blog one person has. It feels like you’re taking up a ton of my dash/followers, and it drives me insane.

I don’t follow people who are only here for shipping. If you're here just because you want to ship with Clementine, you came to the wrong place. My Clementine is not just a shipping facet.

If we do not interact within three months of becoming mutuals, unless if there’s a hiatus on your part, I will softblock/unfollow you. Interaction means a starter (or ask) and a reply. If I write you a starter and you never respond, it is not interacting.

The more we talk ooc, the easier it is for me to reply. It makes me more comfortable writing with you, and I often chat about our muses, making it a lot easier to come up with ideas and giving me a lot of muse and inspiration for our threads.

Memes can be awkward and harder for me to answer if we’ve never interacted before. I understand that a lot of people prefer memes as a means of getting things started, but I would really rather plot if you’re trying to get a thread of any substance going. I don’t mind starting with a meme, but I can almost guarantee you it’s not going to go very far if it’s our first thread.

Don’t pester me for replies. Feel free to remind me about a thread by liking my last reply to it or sending me an IM, but I will be really annoyed if you remind me more than once or twice within a month.

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I’m a part time college student with shit mental health and confidence issues. I can be slow as hell some days and fast as fuck on others.

Once a thread is longer than two paragraphs (medium sized), it sometimes takes me 948728923660700 years to gain motivation for it. It will literally exhaust the hell out of me, but I am not against longer threads, in fact, I totally encourage them. It just takes me way longer to gather muse, time, and motivation to respond to them. If we have a longer thread together, I expect you to be patient as hell. Obviously, I will not mind waiting forever for your reply either.

I'm not going to bother with a million poorly slapped together ships for the sake of the muses involved "being cute" together. Most ships will need to be plotted, yes, even canon ships like Louis/Clementine and Violet/Clementine. My muse is not going to like yours without special circumstances and an extra push from me, especially since Clementine is demiromantic and demisexual.

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#OUT OF THE APOCALYPSE. ( ANGIE SPEAKS. )#( PSA. )#( note: this isn't directed at anyone in particular!! )#tw; long post

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I looooooved the latest reddie oneshot you posted and I was wondering if you would write a fic where eddie surprises or catches Richie off guard somehow? Angst or fluff is okay!! Xxx

Thank you my sweet anonymous!! That means so much to me you have no idea. Ya’ll have been making me feel so special with these prompts like ugh Im a lucky dog. And hh absolutely! How fun omf g

I spend most of my time writing aged-up eds and rich but im just feeling really nostalgic and i want to focus on our sweet 13yr old canon boys once again!

This is sort of a continuation of my last one shot and is v fluffy with a light dose of angst pls enjoy

Word count: 2,298

It had been about two weeks since the awkward (and perfect) kiss happened between Eddie and Richie in the movie theater. Neither of them really brought it up again, because there wasn’t a lot to explain. Richie was enthralled with Eddie and Eddie absolutely adored Richie.

Their dumbass antics only escalated from what they used to be- instead of just keeping their endless teasing between each other, they would now turn and roast whichever other Loser was closest, like some sort of sassy dynamic duo. It would of bothered the Losers more if it wasn’t just as hilarious to them as it was to the other two boys. They still annoyed the shit out of one another too, of course, don’t get me wrong. They still bickered nonstop, not unlike a boy tugging on a girl’s piggy tails to get her attention.

Difference is, now they were absolutely glued to the hip. If the Losers thought that Richie was clingy to Eddie before, they were in a whole different ballpark now. It was as if Richie’s hands were magnetized to Eddie’s body and he didn’t have the strength to resist them. What used to be a casual tousle of Eddie’s hair or wiping away a stray food crumb from his cheek, was now incessant tickling, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle, and Richie’s personal favorite- blowing raspberries into Eddie’s neck.

And Eddie didn’t even seem to care! Sure, he would say that Richie was ‘up his ass’ and to ‘leave me alone, Trashmouth’ but the smaller boy would never actually make a move to get away. He would just let Richie pull him into the other boy’s lap, acting as casual as possible whenever it happened. They were completely compatible and comfortable with one another, and a kiss wasn’t about to change that. They had grown up together, after all. They knew each other in ways that nobody else in the world could understand. Besides the other Losers, of course.Like right now, for example. It was a Friday night and all of the Losers were all cramped in Bill’s basement watching a horror movie (again). Richie was on some kind of kick, soaking up any and all horror media he could find. It all started when they watched Nightmare on Elm Street 5 earlier that Summer when IT… Well, you know.

Anyway, it was Richie’s night to pick, unfortunately for the other 6. It did give Mike a good excuse to coddle Stanley, though, and every once in a while Eddie would glance over to the pair and find that they had been slowly but surely scooching closer and closer to each other on the love seat. Eventually Stan’s head found Mike’s shoulder, and they both watched the carnage that was happening on screen in contentment.

Since Eddie had gone to that unofficial date with Richie at the Aladdin he found that he wasn’t as frightened of scary movies as he had thought. Not at all, in fact. Sure, seeing them in theaters could get him a little riled up, but that was his anxiety talking more than his actual fright. He knew movies weren’t real… He had seen what real horror was.

Eddie was currently perched in Richie’s lap on the floor just in front of the couch that Ben, Bill, and Beverly were occupying. Bev had fallen asleep almost as soon as the film had started and it was Ben and Bill that were awkwardly squished together because of Beverly’s hogging two out of the three couch cushions. Her faint snores filled the room, almost louder than the dialogue on the tv, but no one in the room seemed to care. Beverly must had been pooped from her train ride back to Derry from Portland.

As Eddie stared at the television he was only half paying attention to the action of the film. Richie’s nimble fingers were messaging into Eddie’s even smaller hand, rubbing small circles into his palm. Richie’s hands were always warm contrasted to Eddie’s cold ones and it felt really nice to have him fiddle with his fingers.

While Eddie and Richie had not kissed again, Richie had taken said kiss as permission to hold Eddie’s hand whenever he liked. Eddie never seemed to initiate any touching, so when Richie was feeling like he needed a little extra attention, Richie would take one of Eddie’s hands and place them on his head, forcing him to rub softly into his hair. Eddie, not looking up from whatever he was doing, would automatically oblige. He’d run his fingernails softly from the crown of Richie’s head all the way down to his neck and then back up again. Richie would close his eyes at that, going slack beneath Eddie as he sat in his lap. It usually made Richie fall asleep, and Eddie was happy to do anything to get Richie to calm down enough to be able to relax.

This was exactly what was currently happening, and before Eddie knew it, he had glanced back to see each and every one of his friends fast asleep. The action on the movie continued loudly, but it didn’t seem to disturb any of them. Ben had rolled over until his side was flush with Bill’s and they were sleeping with their heads leaning on the other’s for support. Fucking adorable.

Eddie got up from his place on Richie’s legs slowly, stretching with his hands up in the air until he felt the soft popping of his knees and spine. He let out a light sigh and padded across the basement and up the stairs to the kitchen, on the hunt for some popcorn.

Richie opened his eyes slowly, the draft in the basement waking him up lightly. He was shivering a tiny bit and realized it was because he had lost the warmth of his small counterpart. He looked around the room for a moment, acknowledging that everyone was napping, but Eddie was nowhere to be found. He quirked and eyebrow before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes from underneath his glasses. He quickly hopped up, ignoring that his legs had fallen asleep, and quickly darted upstairs.

“Eddie?” He called into the empty hallway. The bathroom door to his left was empty; unoccupied.

“Eds?” No reply came. It was raining harshly outside and the room was colored in grey from the clouds. Richie quickly strutted into the Denbrough kitchen, expecting his companion to be on his tip-toes trying to reach the popcorn in the cupboards. (fuckin shorty.) But he wasn’t there.

No, Richie didn’t think he was one to panic, but boy did he jump quickly to conclusions. His heart began pumping wildly and he started breathing heavily out of his mouth. Where the fuck did he go?

“Eddie! Where are you?” His voice rose just enough for his voice to crack in the middle of his sentence.

In a last ditch effort to deduce where Eddie had gone, Richie raced outside. Rain fell down on his head and shoulders, and to his dismay, he saw that Eddie’s bike was still propped outside in the yard. He hadn’t left.

Running around the threshold looking for Eddie sat uncomfortably familiar in Richie’s gut. The last time he had chased Eddie, trying desperately to find and protect him, was at Neibolt. Just the memory alone made his heart race and his head feel dizzy. Suddenly, a far off memory resurfaces in his mind, and his eyes widen at the sinister voice that whispers in his ear.

“Don’t touch the other boys, Richie… Don’t… Or they’ll know your secret.”

“No… This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” Richie whispers to himself, quickly turning back around and speeding up the porch steps. He swung the screen door back open and b-lined it straight for the basement stairs, footsteps loud and heavy. He was completely prepared to make an incredibly large scene, yelling for the others to get up, that IT had returned and Eddie was gone. Admit his failure. Again. He couldn’t keep Eddie safe.

Just as he was about to put his foot on that first step, something burst from around the corner and shouted an incredibly loud “BOO!”

This knocked Richie straight onto his ass, his hands coming up to cover his face as he let out a strained cry. “NO, PLEASE!”

Eddie had just pounced from behind the pantry door, crouched with his hands up like he had bear claws. He was pink in the face from trying his best not to laugh as he hid from Richie, sneaking around the house as Richie went on the hunt for him. He thought that this prank was going to really set a new bar between them, and he knew he was going to make Richie scream like a girl.

What he didn’t anticipate was this.

Richie had fallen down in front of him, his face blotchy and red already with tears. He had covered his glasses and crown of his head with shaking hands. He was breathing harshly, lips quivering after he let out his scream. Eddie straightened up, all humor repelled out of his body like a bullet. Richie had cried, muttering a small, “Don’t hurt him!”

Eddie kneeled in front of Richie, then. Slowly, he lifted his hands until they were covering both of Richie’s as he said, “Rich! Richie! It’s just me! It’s Eddie.”

“Eddie?” Richie whispered, removing his arms from his face and staring at Eddie with wide, frightened, sad eyes. They were rimmed with red and the fact that his glasses magnified their anguish made Eddie’s heart split in two.

“It’s just me, Rich. It’s Eddie.” He squeezed both of Richie’s hands softly, not letting them go.

“Eddie.” Richie just stared at him, almost disbelieving that it was really him. He finally relented and relaxed, letting his body slump. He wiped his face with his shoulder, looking away from Eddie in embarrassment. He refused to look back at the smaller boy.

Eddie let Richie come back to himself for a bit. In an attempt to comfort him, Eddie did the first thing he could think of. He brought both of Richie’s warm hands to his lips and lightly kissed his knuckle.

Richie’s head turned back towards him and his wet eyes landed on where Eddie’s lips were giving him a soft peck. Eddie continued, caressing each finger with soft and quick kisses. Richie just silently watched as Eddie pecked his fingers.

Eddie waited until Richie’s breathing returned to normal again to speak.

“What happened just now, Rich? Why did that scare you so bad?” He said quietly, barely even a whisper.

“I…” Richie stopped, looking down at his hands in Eddie’s instead of the other boy’s eyes. “I thought it took you.”

“You mean… IT?” Eddie hadn’t thought of IT in weeks. It was like a faint and distant dream, even though it had only happened to them a few months ago.

“Yeah.” Another beat of silence.

“Richie, nothing is going to happen to me. We killed it. YOU killed it. It’s okay.”

“I just want to keep you safe!” Richie blurts, almost interrupting Eddie’s sentence. “I thought that it took you from me again.” Richie sniffles, only once. “I don’t know what I would do if it did.”

Eddie just looked at Richie. Tried to memorize the way he bit his bottom lip to stop it from quivering. Wanted to imprint the way Richie’s eyes couldn’t quite meet his while he admitted his confession. It wasn’t very often Eddie got to see this version of his best friend. He wanted to store it for eternity to memory.

“You keep me safe, Rich.” Eddie says. Richie just scoffs. Eddie squeezes both of his hands again. “Hey, you do!” Richie doesn’t reply this time, lost in his tornado of self deprecating thoughts.

Without thinking about it twice, only focusing on comforting his beautiful friend, Eddie utters a few earnest words.

“I love you, Rich.” Eddie breathes. He keeps his eyes steadfast, never faltering from Richie’s expression. He didn’t want to miss anything.

Richie slowly lifts his head again, this time bravely returning Eddie’s gaze.

“W-what?”

“I love you. Richie.” Eddie says again. He is beginning to feel embarrassed now, like that was the exact opposite thing to say, and that it was so stupid of him to think otherwise.

“I love you too, Eds.” Richie says and there is laughter in his voice. Eddie’s eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up, and Richie laughs whole-heartedly now. “I love you, Spaghetti!”

Richie throws his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, and Eddie returns his invitation easily. Eddie is kneeling in between Richie’s open legs and they just stay in that awkward embrace until Eddie’s knees are screaming at him to move.

Eddie leans back, just enough so that his face is a few inches from Richie’s.

“You want to go finish that movie?” He asks softly, not wanting to tell Richie he has to do anything.

Richie just nods, giving Eddie a little mischievous side-ways smirk that he always wears.

“Oh what, Trashmouth, you going to hang that over my head forever now?” Eddie scoffs, returning the smirk at his dumbass friend.

“Yup! Forever. For-fucking-ever, Eds.” Richie’s voice is beginning to sound like his usual self. “It’s going to be the one thing I think of before I go to sleep at night, laying next to you mother after we-”

“Okay! That’s enough! Get off me, you dipshit.” Eddie shoves Richie playfully and stands up, marching back towards the stairs.

“What? No kiss this time? Come on, Eds! Way to send a guy mixed signals here!” Richie calls as he follows him back down to the basement.

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