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bangchansgirlsblog · 3 months

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i’ve been craving this for ages and finally decided to request upon it!!

stray kids x little sister reader (she’s about 17/18) she has been having a secret relationship with one of her school teachers called Mr. Kang (name inspo from song kang) and she has a “sleepover” arranged with her friend for a week.. on day 3 the boys went for a group walk and saw y/ns friend with her family but without y/n. The boys go over and find out that you were never staying with her.. They check your location after panicking only to realise it’s your teacher Mr. Kang’s house. They log into your computer and find all the messages between Kang and you. They are infuriated, when you return back.. let’s just say it’s hell reincarnated.

Thank you daddy- I mean Mr.Kang.

Part one.

"We can't keep doing this.." she whispered through her heavy breathes. Her skirt was slowly riding up her thigh as her pink laced panties were slowly being exposed.

Her face was red due to the heat from the make out session she was just in. Her shirt now unbuttoned halfway exposing her bra.

"What do you mean baby," he whispered in her ear as his hands slowly wondered around her body. "Jump for me princess,"

She wasn't thinking at all. The thought of being pleasured by him was all she could think about. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he slowly put her on top of the desk, knocking down books and papers to the floor.

"My brothers are gonna find out about us soon Mr.Kang. They'll kill me-"

"Shhh, we'll worry about that later bunny," he hushed her while slowly unzipping her skirt.

"Mr.Kang just- uhm," a moan escaped her mouth as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and the hickeys that she received from a few hours ago were on display.

She felt good. She loved him. She loved being with him. She loved every moment with him but it was so wrong. Their relationship was so wrong. It had been 3 months. They had been going for 3 months and she still wasn't caught. It was baffling.

Their relationship only began during summer. She had no idea that he would end up being her teacher. They had met at one of the concerts the boys were doing. He had come with his friends and he really didn't want to go but his friends had convinced him too and when he set his eyes on her, he couldn't look away. She was beautiful and he knew he wanted her.

"Do you feel-" his deep voice was interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n's eyes widen as she jumped off the desk and started to fix herself.

"Who is it?" He called as he too tried to fix himself.

"Mr.Kang? It's Chan. Y/n's brother," a familiar voice replied. He looked over at her small body and saw she had managed to get herself together quite quickly and started to collect her books.

"Come in!"

The door opened and a happy looking Chan walked in. His face was glowing and his hair was covered with a beanie meaning he had just come from the studio.

He quickly said a quick hello before helping Y/n grab her bag. "I hope you guys had a good study session. Thank you so much for watching her Sir," he thanks the older man.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me. She was an Angel and I hope, with all the studying we've done, she'll pass the next quiz," he had a smirk on his face. A smirk Y/n hated. He knew what he was doing.

"Well, I'll make sure to make her study more. Other than that. Have a good weekend," Chan gave him one last smile before waving goodbye and leaving the room with Y/n right behind her.

"Why do you look so red?" Chan asked when they got into the car. He had been watching and analyzing her for the past 5 minutes. "Do you not feel well?" He asked.

"No Channie, it was just really hot in there and I've been studying for hours," she sighed and played with her skirt.

"Oh, makes sense. Do you wanna eat something? We can stop for some hotpot-"

"No actually, I'm really tired Oppa. Maybe later in the evening?"

"Yeah that sounds fine, we can go with the boys," he replied and got his phone out of his pocket to text the family group chat.

They had a family group chat because once when they were traveling for one of their tours, I.N and Han thought it would be a good idea to disappear from the group which led them to missing their flight and Chan was so mad he made sure to make a group chat for whenever they had to split up.

Y/n looked out the window. The past few hours running through her mind. The thoughts making her feel wet under there as she thought about the way Mr.Kang would touch her, make her feel good, make her feel like-

One message:

Come over to mines tomorrow. Sleepover😘

The butterflies in her stomach started to dance once again. Her tummy doing somersaults making her feel all giddy and excited.

"Oppa? Can I go to Franchesca's tomorrow for a sleepover?" She looked over at her brother.

"Again? You've been going over there so much! We barley get time with you," he pouted earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"It's just for one night, I'll be back in the morning and we can hangout. All of us,"

He didn't look convinced but yet again, who was he to say no? This was his little sister. Their only girl in the family.

"Fine but make sure to tell Leeknow. You know how he gets," he shrugged and turned back his phone.

"Okay okay! Thank you, thank you," she giggled and jumped on him while kissing him all over his face.

"Okay okay, enough," he playfully rolled his eyes and raffled her hair.

Her night consisted of watching the boys do practice and have a big fat nap on the couch as they figured out the music part of it all. This was a routine most of the times after school. One of the boys would pick her up and then she would come over to the JYP building and watch the boys practice or record they even made her her own little corner in the 3 racha studio where she could do her homework and decorate it is much as she wanted to.

They really did love their little sister.

"Okay shall we go?" Han asked her since he was the last one closing up the studio. All the other boys were already down stairs waiting for them.

She grabbed her sweater and nodded, "yeah let's go jisung, I'm hungry," she groaned and carried her bag on one shoulder.

He chuckled and locked the doors and quickly made their way downstairs.

When they arrived at the restaurant and started to eat. Chan brought up the sleepover which leeknow was not so happy about.

"I don't, I just don't like them. I don't like their lifestyle and you've been over there too much jagi," he explained as he picked up the chopsticks.

"Please leeknow, she literally comes over all the time,"

"Yeah I know but I don't have a good feeling about this weekend, my older brother instincts are tingling," he looked over at the other boys trying to get some support.

"She'll be gone for one night Hyung, just let her go," Changbin backs her up. He thought about it for a bit before finally agreeing but only on one condition.

"You have to call me when you get there and I have to speak to her parents,"

Busted.

She giggled nervously before nodding, "Ofcourse min, I will. I promise," she played with her ring. A thing she only does when she's nervous and from the corner of Hyunjin's eyes, he noticed instantly and he knew for a fact something fishy was going on.

"So this sleepover...is it just the two of you?" Hyunjin asked while taking a sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah it will be, we're thinking of watching a movie-"

"What movie?" He cut her off quickly. "And what time will you leave tomorrow?"

"Hyung, chill. What's going on?" Han laughed and shoved him a little.

"Nothing...just curious," he shrugged and lifted one eyebrow. The restaurant was a bit empty and the service was good so when the waitress interrupted their conversation by giving them their bill she was so thankful because the conversation was no forgotten about.

"I just know it Changbin, I know she's lying about something," Hyunjin was pacing back and forth in the living room. Half the house was asleep and most of the boys were in their rooms.

Hyunjin and Changbin had decided to stay up and watch a movie. Leaving them alone in the living room.

"Why do you think she would lie about a sleepover Jinnie? I mean surely she wouldn't lie to us about that,"

"But Changbin, you know how suspicious she's been acting. Always over at Franchesca's. Staying for after school activities. Always coming home late. Changbin it's obvious she's doing something behind our backs,"

"Have you talked of Chan about it?" He asked while slowly taking a sip out of his mug.

"No, I just thought about it while we were at dinner. I need solid proof because if I tell Chan, he'll go absolutely crazy,"

"You're right, maybe we can check her phone while she's sleeping or something," Changbin suggested.

"Do you know her password?"

"No but she keeps it in her journal and I know where that is-"

"Her journal! Changbin that's it! We need to read her journal. Maybe she put down what she's doing in there," he whisper-shouted.

"Are you crazy?!" He whispered back, "that's like intruding her privacy Hyunjin! What if we don't find anything at all then it'll be a waste and she'll be mad,"

"I know I'm not wrong Binnie! I can feel it,"

"I hope you're right because if she finds out, we'll be the worst brothers of the century," he sighed and massaged his temples.

"Make sure to call if you need anything, okay?" Leeknow gave her assurance as he kissed her goodbye.

"And don't eat anything your not used too or don't know about!" Chan added and gave her a hug.

"I won't Oppa," she giggled and waved goodbye as she made her way to the car where the driver awaited her.

Once they saw the car drive away everyone disappeared doing their own thing while Hyunjin and Chan where on a mission. A big mission.

They went straight to her room and started looking for a journal.

"This feels so wrong," Changbin said as he opened and closed drawers.

"I know Hyung but we have too," he replied quickly and looked through her closet. It was long until they found out and it actually made Hyunjin laugh at the fact that their little sister sucked when it came to hiding her stuff from them.

"I found it!" He yelped and pulled out the book. It was old and quite beaten up but that didn't matter at all. Hyunjin made sure to remind himself to buy her a new one later.

"Okay! What does it say? What does it say?!" Changbin shrieked excitedly.

They sat on her bed and started to go through the book. Page by page by page. It was hours and hours reading boring things about highschool and boys and drama.

Hyunjin was about to run mad but Changbin was eating all the drama up. He was actually impressed at how interesting their little sisters life was.

"We're never going to find anything!" Hyunjin groaned when he looked at the time.

"I mean we can skip the parts? When did she start acting suspicious?"

"I'll say like 2-3 months ago, I don't know! What do you think?"

"I think it started during summer," Changbin commented.

"Then let's go look from there," Hyunjin started to skip the pages until finally.

September 27th 2023.

“….and we’re going to be making cookies. I just really hope everything goes well and my brothers don’t find out about this. Wish me luck!” Hyunjin slammed the book shut after finishing the last sentence.

He looked up at the boys who were listening to everything. His blood was boiling as he looked over at Changbin who was equally as angry.

They were shocked and traumatized.

What the hell was Y/n thinking?

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rxmqnova · 6 months

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Hello there!

Can you write one with Wanda x Reader, like they are together for i don't know, seven or eight months, yn is russian and practically lived her whole life in there but two years ago her parents had to move for work.

So they are in college, they knew each other in there, and then a new student came to their class, Nat.

Yn introduced herself and her girlfriend, and when Nat told her that she is russian, they inmediately became friends, the country was a connection for both of them, they missed it a lot.

Wanda was happy for Yn, because she saw the way she talked about it with Nat, but sometimes she thought Yn was happy with Nat, not because they are for the same country, she was a bit jealous, not that Yn gave her motives for that, she always respect Wanda. When the three of them went to have lunch, Wanda didn't want to go, even when yn tried to talk to her in the conversations they have, she felt out of place, she never went there, she didn't understand the things they were saying. So when they finished, they said their goodbyes to Nat and went to their room, yn felt something was wrong and then Wanda talk to her about what was bothering her and Yn reassure her that she only saw her life with her, told her about she introduced Nat to a friend of her, Maria, she doesn't have to worry about it. (You know, a little love speech) and she gave her a promise ring she supposed to give it to her in their first year anniversary.

The right one

Y/N: 20 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's another school day and Y/N with her girlfriend only just stepped into the classroom. As usual, they sit down at their desks and start planning what will they do after their lessons.

"Hey, hm. Sorry to interrupt. Is this seat free?" A redheaded girl approaches the pair, making both, Wanda and Y/N, look up at her.

"Yeah. It's free" Y/N speaks first, the russian accent still hearable in her voice as she's been living in New York for only 2 years. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you yet?"

"Oh yeah. I switched classes. I'm Natasha, by the way" Natasha smiles at the pair with hope to find new friends.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N. This is my girlfriend Wanda" Y/N smiles warmly introducing both of them to the new girl.

"Hey" Wanda smiles too, giving Natasha a small wave.

"Natasha… that's a typical russian name" Y/N tells, smiling at the thought of her hometown.

"Yeah, well. I'm Russian, so" Natasha shrugs, making Y/N gasp immediately.

"No way! Me too! I only just moved here about 2 years ago" Y/N squeals happily.

"Wait. Like actually? I'm here for a bit longer, but this is really cool. Did you move here for college?" Natasha asks, continuing the conversation while Wanda just watches them, happy for her girlfriend that she has someone to talk to about her hometown.

"Nope, my parents had to move here for work, but it's really nice here. And I ran into Wanda, so that's a big plus" Y/N says, interlocking her fingers with Wanda under the table which makes the brunette smile even more.

"That's sweet, how long are you together, guys?" Natasha asks, switching her gaze to Wanda to involve her into the conversation.

"About 8 months now" Wanda answers, her smile never leaving her face.

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That's how Natasha and Y/N became best friends. The two constantly talk about their lives in Russia which makes Wanda really happy. She loves the way Y/N's eyes always shine when she talks about her hometown with Natasha, though she feels a bit left out lately.

"Do we really have to go, Y/N/N? I'd much rather stay home with you" Wanda sighs, holding her girlfriend's hand and trying to get her to stay home tonight.

"Wands, we promised it to Natasha. She's already waiting for us. We can't just cancel it" Y/N sighs too, rubbing her thumb over Wanda's knuckles.

"Can we at least go home earlier? We haven't really been together lately and I really want to spend some time with you… alone" Wanda gives in, knowing there's no chance Y/N would stay home with her tonight.

"Sure" Y/N smiles, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend's lips. "Come on now, we're already late and I'm hungry" She says, dragging her girlfriend away.

The pair meets with Natasha in front of the restaurant which luckily isn't that far away from Wanda and Y/N's apartment, so Natasha didn't have to wait for long.

As always, Y/N greets her friend with a warm hug on which Wanda can't help but feel a little jealous. She knows Y/N would never cheat on her, but the feeling of jealousy is just there. Especially when Y/N gets so lost in a conversation with Nat and Wanda's just sitting there and listening.

This time Y/N noticed Wanda's discomfort though, just when they sat down at the table. Y/N listens to Nat carefully, trying to find an opportunity to involve Wanda in the conversation.

"Well, and then Yelena-"

"Yelena? That's your younger sister, right?" Y/N jumps in, earning a nod from the redhead. "Cool. I'm an only child, but Wanda has a twin brother" She says, looking at her girlfriend and hoping she'd say something.

"Wait, really?" Natasha asks surprised.

"Mhm. Pietro" Wanda smiles at the thought of her brother.

Unfortunately, that's all what Wanda said, so Natasha got back to her story. Y/N tries again and again, hoping her girlfriend would eventually join, but that just never happens.

It's not like Wanda wouldn't want to, but the brunette has no idea about the things the girls are talking about. Of course Y/N told her a lot from her life, but she still can't really imagine what's Russia really like when she's never been there herself.

After a few more failed attempts of trying to involve Wanda in the conversation, the pair says goodbye to Natasha and go back to their apartment.

As soon as the door of the apartment shuts, Y/N decides to break the uncomfortable silence that's been with them ever since they left the restaurant.

"Are you okay? Is anything wrong?" Y/N asks, looking at her girlfriend with worry in her eyes.

"… I just… You and Nat seem to have such a great connection and I just… I always feel a bit left out and I'm scared that one day you'll realize that I'm not the right one for you. I mean… you and Natasha just seem to be a perfect match and I always just sit there and watch you" Wanda admits, her eyes filled with tears by now.

"What? No. Wands, of course you're the right one for me. I love you… I love you so damn much and I couldn't imagine my life without you. Natasha is just a friend and we might seem as a perfect match, but that's just because we both miss our hometown and love talking about it. We're completely different people, but you and I… we are the perfect match, Wanda" Y/N smiles softly, taking Wanda's hand in hers and rubbing her thumb over Wanda's knuckles as tears are quietly running down Wanda's cheeks.

"Really?" Wanda asks quietly, a small smile formed on her face from Y/N's last words.

"Really. Do you know Maria? Maria Hill from the other class?" Y/N asks, earning a nod and a confused look from her girlfriend. "Well, I kinda introduced her to Natasha and the two actually seem to get along really well. Natasha even told me she liked her, so you really have nothing to worry about. My heart belongs only to you" The girl smiles, making Wanda chuckle a bit at how cheesy that sounded.

Y/N suddenly drops Wanda's hands, rushing to the bedroom to take something and then quicky rushing back.

"And to prove you I'm really serious about us, I have here something for you. My original plan was to give it to you for our first year anniversary, but I think this is the right opportunity" Y/N smiles, opening the little black box she's been holding. "This is a promise ring. There's no one else I would love to spend the rest of my love with than you, Wands. I'll change it for a real engagement ring one day. I love you so much, Wanda Maximoff"

The ring is now on Wanda's finger and the brunette can't help herself but immediately hug her girlfriend tightly, pulling her in for a kiss right after.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N"

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oceans-goddess · 1 year

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Not Stupid At All

A/N: Sorry I haven't been very active lately, I'm a busy gal at school these days. Hope you like this short fic! I love this boy with my entire heart and I feel absolutely no shame in telling you all that he is my ride or die comfort character<3. Might edit this later because I don't love it, but it'll do for now

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Warnings: none I think

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Months into the school year, Eddie was still impressed with himself for managing to befriend you that first day of school, when you'd sat all alone at lunch, poking at the grimy "meal" on your lunch tray. His friends had been trying to tell him about a new store that was opening up in town, but he barely heard them.

"And I heard they'll have... Eddie?" Gareth had said, noting Eddie's distraction. "Hello?..."

But Eddie was too busy watching you dig through your bag and pull out a notebook. He'd wished he could stand over you and see what you were writing, get a glimpse of what you were thinking. He felt a swell of affection when he noted the way you tilted your head as you scribbled, the light hitting your hair in a way that made him swoon.

It took a nudge from Dustin to catch Eddie's attention once more; he let out a yelp of pain and mostly surprise.

"Fuck was that for?" he asked, but Gareth cut in then.

"That was for you not listening."

Eddie rolled his eyes and tried to listen, but after a few minutes, it was clear he was completely unfocused again. Jeff waved a hand in front of his face, asking Eddie what his problem was.

"Nothing, man. I'm fine."

"You've been quiet all of lunch," Gareth pointed out, Mike nodding in agreement next to him. Suddenly, every eye at the table was on him, expecting an answer.

"Jeez, guys, I don't fucking know! I'm fine, just..." without knowing how to finish, Eddie slumped forward, messing with his jacket collar.

"Just what?"

"Guys, maybe lay off? He said he was fine," Dustin tried, but no one else was buying it. After a few more unanswered questions, Eddie caved.

"Alright, alright, I'm just kinda, I don't know... I mean, have you seen that girl before?" He said the last part an octave lower, hoping to be discreet, but it didn't matter; every other boy's head swiveled around to look at you sitting at the next table over.

"Way to be subtle, guys, Jesus," he huffed. Gareth was the first to speak.

"Nah, I've never seen her. Probably new."

Obviously, thought Eddie. You had to be new. Eddie would have noticed you if you'd come to this school last year, no question.

"She's cute," Jeff commented.

"Gorgeous," Eddie spat before he could stop himself. Gareth laughed loud enough to draw your attention, and you looked up from your notes, slightly startled. Surely others nearby had done the same, but Eddie didn't care-- he just didn't want to draw your attention.

"Shut the fuck up!" he whisper shouted, reaching across the table to flick his friend in the forehead. When he looked back in your direction, your focus was back on your work.

"Just go say hi," Dustin suggested, earning a snort from Mike. Eddie rolled his eyes. Jeff clapped Eddie on the back, agreeing with the curly-haired freshman.

"No," he said curtly, hoping to end the conversation there, but with this group, it was never that easy. They encouraged him some more, but he denied them once again.

"No, I'd look totally stupid just going up to her."

"No way man," Mike declared. "Not stupid at all. Just be cool. It'll go great."

"Go get 'em, tiger," Jeff growled playfully, "or I'm calling her over." Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, his mouth agape.

"No! No, stop. Alright, I'll go say hi. Just shut the fuck up."

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It had been months since then, and you'd been kind enough to befriend Eddie. The two of you spent time together almost every day. Every time you looked at him he got lightheaded, and whenever you hugged him goodbye he could barely manage to stand up straight. When you'd asked in your sweet voice if Eddie could be your regular ride home from school, all he could do was nod. He'd probably say yes to anything you asked of him, now that he thought of it.

"What should we do?" you now asked as you sat in Eddie's van in the school parking lot after a DnD session.

"Uh... we could go for a drive? Listen to some music, pick up some snacks, and just drive around for a bit?"

You smiled at that, nodding slightly. The gesture set off the butterflies in his stomach.

"You can choose the music," Eddie allowed, expecting you to choose Wham! or Cyndi Lauper or another artist that he didn't particularly like but had picked up from the store for you to listen to when he drove you home. Instead, you picked out a Metallica album and handed it to Eddie.

"Are you sure? I feel like these songs are kinda intense for a chill night," he asked, completely astonished at your choice. But you were sure, and you told him you wanted to listen to what he liked tonight.

He hadn't thought you could get any sexier, but here you were.

After stopping at the store, the two of you chatted lightly between bites.

"This is nice," you said suddenly. "I mean, the other guys are fun to hang out with and everything, but I feel more relaxed with you."

Eddie could have passed out then and there. You liked spending time with just him? Before he could respond, you spoke again.

"Sorry, I made that sound kind of weird. I just meant that, ugh, I don't know, I mean, you're just... very sweet." From the corner of his eye, Eddie could see that you had your head ducked down and that you wrung your fingers in your lap. Before saying anything, he desperately needed to park the car. He couldn't focus on the road and what you were saying to him at the same time. His mind was racing-- could you actually be trying to tell him what he'd been hoping to hear since the day he met you?

He found an empty parking lot and put the van in park, but it took him a few moments to figure out what he wanted to say back to you. You quickly scrambled for an apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to weird you out--"

"No, no you didn't, Y/N." Eddie said quickly, realizing that he needed to come up with something quick.

"I... I like spending time with you too," he said, then internally cringed, realizing how stupid he sounded.

"You do?" you asked. He was surprised that you couldn't tell already. Every moment that he wasn't at band practice, at work, or in class (and even sometimes then), he was with you.

"Yeah," he whispered, and you smiled, shifting to face him in your seat.

"Can I tell you something?" you asked.

"Anything," Eddie breathed. You hesitated for a moment, a blush rising to your cheeks. The anticipation practically killed him.

"I've kind of had feelings for you for a while now," as you spoke, Eddie's world imploded, the car windows shattered, the music blared, the lights in the parking lot flickered wildly-- "and I was wondering if you would ever consider, you know, going out on a date some time."

Eddie didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams had just asked him on a date, and he was completely speechless. His world had just been turned on its head, and she expected him to give her an answer without blowing up right where he sat? But the longer he sat there staring at you dumbfounded, the more your expression turned from hopeful to embarrassed, and he had to put a stop to that quickly.

"Yes," he choked out, "of course, I'll go on a date with you." You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes, Y/N. I've had feelings for you since the day I met you." You tried to hide your grin by looking down at your lap, making Eddie smile stupidly at your cuteness.

"Why haven't you said anything?" you asked, unaware of Eddie's gaze. He shrugged, then began to speak.

"I guess I didn't want to mess up a good thing, ya know? I mean, you are undeniably the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful girl I know. And I was lucky enough to be your friend. I didn't want to tell you how I felt and make things weird between us if you didn't feel the same." You giggled and shook your head at his assumption.

"No, honestly, I've had a crush on you since we met too. I remember Gareth laughing at something at lunch the first day of school. When I looked over at your table, I saw you sitting across from him. I remember thinking how cool you looked. Your hair, your clothes--" you stopped yourself then, clapping your hand over your mouth to guard yourself from revealing any more. Eddie leaned into you, his eyes begging you to tell him more.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cringed, but Eddie only laughed and pulled your hand away from your mouth. Now that he knew how you felt, he had to know the rest. He was on top of the world tonight, and he wanted to bask in the glory of being admired by you for as long as he possibly could.

"Ugh, um, okay..." you continued, "you looked really stressed initially, but when you came over to talk to me, you were so confident and, I don't know, it was exciting. You wanted to be my friend. I could barely speak. Kinda stupid, I know."

"No way," Eddie laughed. "Not stupid at all. I felt the same way."

When you looked up at Eddie, he was staring at you with the gentlest expression you'd ever seen on him. He was still holding your hand in his, and you intertwined his fingers with yours. He smiled at this and brought his other hand up to cup your cheek. The pads of his fingers were a bit rough from playing his guitar, but you liked the feeling.

Soon, you were lifting your chin, and he was pressing his lips gently to yours. He brushed your cheek with his thumb as he kissed you, and your heart was beating out of your chest. Eddie's kisses were sweet and slow, the exact opposite of what you'd expect from a guy like him.

When you pulled away, the beautiful boy in front of you was smiling. "So," he began, "where will this date be held?"

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byeuijoo · 6 months

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fake a kiss and heal a heart 𐀔 han dongmin

⠀⠀⠀chapter two. : false emergency & another drink.

warnings : alcohol consumption, low self-esteem, crying, like one swear word, mention of throwing-up ⋆ word count : 4,776

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A WEEK HAD PASSED SINCE YOU LAST SAW HAN DONGMIN, and since that unforgettable chaotic party, you had received no news from him. at the same time, after escaping the house like thieves, you parted ways to continue your respective homeward journeys, letting brief goodbyes fly in the wind from your fingertips. despite dongmin's insistence on walking you home that night, you assured him that everything would be fine and he absolutely had to go home and take care of himself — you still remember his cheeks and eyes red from the torrents of tears he shed. and afterwards, you waited a long time for any message from him, just to know he was feeling better. but nothing. no message, no call, nothing at all. so you tried to think of something else, to go on with your life as it was before you met him, go to school, see your friends.. but your subconscious kept bringing your thoughts back to his pretty black cat eyes. had he been crying again? was he, at least, going to class? was he eating properly? a whole host of unanswered questions stayed in your head, because after all, you'd just played a part during one night.

so today, like every other day, you were off to class, spending the day with your closest friends, laughing and chatting, making fun of your science teacher's disastrous new haircut, before you rush off to your part-time job at the little grocery store down your apartment, serving the same customers at the same time again and again. and again. at least, dongmin was part of what finally changed your daily routine — even if in reality, you had nothing to complain about.

greeting your replacement colleague as you pushe open the door to the deserted street, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. thinking it was your mother calling again to see if you were eating properly, you let out a long sigh leave your lips, before discovering the contact name displayed on your screen. han dongmin. han dongmin. you repeated in your head, frowning, before finally picking up the phone. « hello? » you say softly, squinting as you hear all the noise that seems to be coming from the other side of the cellar. « y/n? it's han dongmin. » — his voice sounded fluid, if slightly shaky. was he drinking? starting to walk down the street, you spoke again after a few seconds, « i know. i know it's you. is everything okay? »

« are you free? like right now? » he asked, a little too brusquely, « there's a party planned and i've only just decided to go, will you come with me? »

it was a bit hasty — you hadn't even gone home yet, and you already had to go and meet him. you hesitated for long seconds, leaving him unanswered on the other end of the line, biting your lower lips out of habits, weighing the pros and cons. after all, if you think about it, you've got absolutely nothing else to do : your homework was already done, your apartment was tidy.. but you still had to go home and feed your cat. « well.. okay, of course, i can come. but please, give me 20 minutes to go home to feed my cat, okay? » you replied, quickening your pace to reach your apartment, which was not far from your working place. you heard him mumble something, and the noise was momentarily muffled, before his voice became clear again, « okay. thank you, i'll send you the address by message. »

after saying goodbyes and see you laters, you finally reached your apartment building, casually typing in your code before taking the elevator to your floor. when you opened the door to your home, you were instantly greeted by a little black cat who seemed to have missed you very much, the latter rubbing your leg in an affectionate gesture. « hey buddy, » you say in a voice that's far too high-pitched, lowering yourself to his level to caress his back, « are you hungry? mommy's home to feed you. »

after getting rid of your shoes for a moment, you rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a bag of cat meat, preparing the bowl. while he quietly savored his meal, you stroked the top of his head, wondering why dongmin's voice sounded so strange on the phone. « was he already at the party..? » you asked yourself, your attention drifting to your phone, which showed you a new notification. the young boy had just sent you the address of his current location. while ensuring that your pet finishes its meal, you put on a slightly warmer jacket to face the night's cold wind, slipping on your shoes again before stepping outside. entering the address into your phone's gps, you hurriedly followed the indicated path, not wanting to keep him waiting too long.

but to your astonishment, when you arrived at the building associated with this address, you were faced with a bar, where a few groups of friends and a few drunks seemed to be enjoying the loud music and free-flowing alcohol. that was the party? sighing as you put your phone away in your jacket pocket, you entered the building, looking all around you for any trace of dongmin in the crowd. and after a few seconds of searching, you saw him leaning against a table, no doubt refilling yet another glass of soju. approaching his table, you finally stop beside him, pushing an almost accusatory index finger against his shoulder, « so.. this is your so-called last-minute party? »

the boy raised his face to yours, his expression changing at the sight of you. his eyes were slightly red, in contrast to his cheekbones, which betrayed his level of alcohol consumption, his hair was slightly a mess and the stupid smile on his lips showed perfectly that his thoughts weren't the clearest in the world. « oh y/n, you're here ! » he says cheerfully, raising his glass to you before finishing it in one gulp, right in front of your astonished eyes, « i was waiting for you. » he added, moving aside slightly to make room for you to sit next to him. throwing off your jacket, you settled on the bench next to him as he motioned to the waiter to bring him more bottles, before meeting your stern gaze. « what? » he asked, in a slightly mocking tone, « the party's just a small group. you, me and soju. »

rolling your eyes at his answer, you rested your back against the back of the seat, crossing your arms against your chest, while he busied himself pouring you both a drink. when he had finished, he handed you the little glass tumbler, tilting his head slightly to one side, giving him a very cute look, « drink with me? » — hesitating for a few seconds, you finally gave in to temptation, grabbing the glass before tapping it gently against his, finally letting the alcoholic liquid run down your throat. in the end, there was nothing wrong with spending an evening in his company, even if alcohol clearly controlled his actions.

you watched him for long minutes as he talked to you about everything and anything, spouting off sometimes incomprehensible words at record speed. he, who seemed so shy and reserved in the short time you'd seen him last, seemed to have shattered the glass shell that had previously surrounded him. it was another side of him that seemed to appeal to you, it was different and interesting, even if it was thanks to all the alcohol he'd ingested, a cheerful dongmin who put aside his sadness was suddenly a little more attractive. so you let him do whatever he wanted, watching him swallow glass after glass of soju as if it were lemonade, and the redness spread to the top of his cheeks, before invading his nose. resting your cheek against the palm of your hand, the latter holding it in place, you sometimes slipped a few chips into his mouth to put something other than alcohol in his stomach — you still had to prevent him from getting sick the next day, even if you could bet the headache would last all day.

as time passed, the night grew darker and darker and the bar's population became less frequent, leaving only a few people busy happily consuming around you, with a background of music that is more than pleasant. a gentle smile tugged at your lips as you mumbled the lyrics to the song that was playing, watching your friend play mechanically with the cork of one of the many empty bottles on the table. even though sleep crackled lightly in your eyes, you weren't about to leave him alone : at the very least, your mission was to make sure he got home in one piece at the end of the evening. « y/n.. » he said suddenly, an octave below his previous tone, drawing your attention and making you frown, « why did she give up on me? »

your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, unsure of what to say. his trembling voice seemed to be filled with bitterness and bad feelings — his cheerful alcohol was suddenly leaning towards a sad one. knowing that you couldn't find the words to comfort dongmin, you simply continued to watch him with compassionate, desolate eyes. a sigh left his lips as he placed his hands against his eyes, a sniffle denouncing a sob coming up, prompting you to place your hand against his shoulder. « you know.. » he started, even if his voice was camouflaged by his hands, you could clearly understand his words, « no matter how hard i try, i can't figure out what i did wrong to make her go away. »

it was strange to be able to feel someone's pain and sadness just by the way they spoke, by the tone used, by the crack of the voice, and the sob stifled in the back of the throat. even though dongmin tried to hold back the tears at the barrier of his eyes as much as possible, some of them managed to escape and slide down his cheeks to stain the blue of his t-shirt. you could hear him sniffling, trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling deep down, to be able to cry out his pain to the world and evacuate the remorse that crackled in his heart. breaking up with someone is never easy when you've sincerely loved them — you feel that all the feelings you have confided to this person, were in vain. dongmin pursed his lips for a few seconds, preventing them from trembling as he seemed to rub his eyes so hard it burned, but the touch of your warm fingers on his neck encouraged him to continue confiding in you.

he was terribly angry at himself for lying to you about a supposedly non-existent party, when the truth was that he simply didn't want to be alone tonight. he could very well have asked jaehyun or woonhak to stay with him, but the comfort they brought him was not the same as yours. in his head, the images of the other party played over and over again like an old broken record, the sight and sound of jieum introducing her new boyfriend echoed in every corner of his head like an evil curse. and ever since, he's been comparing what she had before with what she has now : he was no match for sungho. at first glance and from what he had learned since, sungho was tall, super handsome, broad-shouldered and sporty, very intelligent, mature and interested in many things. he was top of his class, helpful, cute.. in another terms, he was perfect. it was much more than dongmin had to offer. he can't help but think that way — but the sensation of your mouth against his was still perched on his lips, like a soft, sweet, comforting veil. that's what led him to believe that the comfort you brought him was different from that of his friends, something about you made his heart bleed less. it was inexplicable. he remembers the glimmer of hope that crackled in his fingertips when his gaze met yours after the fiasco of this party, which is probably also why he felt he could confide even the saddest details of his life.

« dongmin, you don't have to- » you began to say, speaking again after a long silence in which just the music and laughter of other dudes, far too loud, disturbed your peace and quiet, but dongmin spoke again, removing his hands from his face to pull on his sleeves like a child, « you know she told me she never really loved me? »

and at that precise moment, your heart clenched in your chest. you couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt at her words — especially when it was clear that, he, was really, really in love with her. a tear rolled down his cheek, and you hurried to wipe it away, using your sleeve to touch his skin and rid it of that drop of salty water. « i think i gave my all in that relationship, she really seemed to love me, i swear, » he continued, sniffling as he played mechanically with the edge of his sweatshirt, « but i guess i was just a pawn in her life. a distraction before she finds something better elsewhere. » a wobbly, almost mocking laugh escaped his lips before he raised his glass to his lips, finishing it in one gulp. your index finger glided along the back of dongmin's neck, tapping against his skin, simply to remind him that you were there, listening to him. « what a fucking idiot. i was so naive.. » a sigh left his lips before he stared at the ground, closing his eyes to contain more tears.

« don't be so hard on yourself, » you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of his jaw, « you're the one who suffers most in this story. » — seeing that he didn't react to your words, you decided to simply admired him silently, your eyes tracing the curves of his face with a simple glance. how could a boy be so pretty when he was crying? you thought, looking at his cheekbones and especially the tip of his nose reddened by the tears that constantly threatened to roll down his cheeks. dongmin was already a member of the category of pretty boys you had met or seen in your life, but seeing how cute he was, even with such sadness in his eyes, made your little heart go crazy. you probably shouldn't say things like that, especially since he was so devastated and was confiding in you about his unhappiness, but you couldn't help yourself. the boy hadn't stopped occupying your thoughts for a few days, so to be able to see him again now made you a little happy — putting aside the reasons for his call.

« i really thought i could be loved, you know, just for who i am, » his voice was even more broken now, and even though you wanted to stop him from saying that kind of thing, you decided to remain silent, « but i guess i'm not good enough for that. »

but those were the most unjustified words you've ever heard : you may not have known him very well, as your meeting was quite recent, but for the little you did know, dongmin was anything but unloveable. so you couldn't let him say those things about himself, you had to change his mind, and you swore you'd succeed in changing his negative thoughts. no matter how long it takes. « yah, han dongmin, » you say suddenly, drawing his attention, his teary eyes settling on your face, « get these stupid ideas out of your head. »

your hands settled on his cheeks, the feel of your cold fingers against his skin making his heart race. using your thumbs, you grazed his cheekbones to chase away the almost dry tears that had managed to escape his pretty hazelnut eyes. your pupils juggled from one eye to the other, letting a small, sincere smile cling to your mouth. « if she's not capable of loving you, you'll find someone else who will, okay? » you almost whispered, but loud enough for him to hear your words despite the loud music and bursts of laughter. dongmin couldn't control the tears that mingled with your fingers on his cheeks, trying not to burst into tears at the mere thought that jieum really didn't have a single sincere feeling towards him. « you're not a lost cause, and you're worth loving, » you added, caressing his skin tenderly, and only god knows how grateful he was to the alcohol for turning his face red, so you wouldn't notice the shyness crackling on his cheeks, « believe me, your heart will eventually erase jieum to accept someone else's love. »

see. this is the kind of comfort dongmin was thinking of : the kind that warms your heart until it burns, the kind that creates whirlwinds in your stomach, the kind that blurs your thoughts. that's the kind of comfort you were able to give him, far more effective than that of even his closest friends. the boy in front of you nibbled lightly on his lower lip, while you busied yourself chasing away the tears escaping from his eyes — and the urge to place a kiss on the tip of his reddened nose was growing stronger and stronger. but he decided to act before you did, letting his body fall heavily against yours, camouflaging himself in your arms like a child eager for warmth. you could feel his whole body trembling as your fingers came to wrap around his waist, holding him against you, as his forehead rested against the warmth of your neck. he didn't say a word, and you didn't dare make a sound, preferring simply to hold him against your heart until he feels better and this bubble of sadness finally deigns to leave him in peace.

so you laid your cheek against the top of his head, your fingers dancing mechanically along his spine, music lulling your alcohol-fogged thoughts. well.. especially him. you didn't dare imagine how much this soju consumption would cost him, observing the number of dead bottles on the edge of the table. you just sincerely hoped that drinking wouldn't become a habit — you were going to keep an eye on him for the next few weeks to make sure about it. moving your fingers up to the nape of his neck, you felt his body get heavier, and slower breathing.. did he fell asleep? tilting your head slightly, you finally caught sight of his closed eyes and slightly open mouth, alcohol having taken its toll on his fatigue levels.

« eh, han dongmin.. » you said, gently shaking his arm so as not to rouse him, but even after several attempts, the poor exhausted boy remained completely asleep. a long annoyed sigh left your lips — you certainly didn't need to deal with a drunken young adult at the end of the evening. but you definitely couldn't leave him there. first of all, it wasn't your style, and on top of that, you didn't want anything bad to happen to him. he'd already had a bad enough night to have to deal with waking up in a bar the next day. looking around, you wondered how you were going to get him home. you didn't know his address, you didn't have a car, and you definitely couldn't carry him through all the streets of seoul. maybe you could contact one of his friends to come and pick him up? it seemed to be the best solution. but in order to do that, you needed to find his phone first, so you could find that someone's number. diverting your gaze to your table, you found dongmin's phone resting on a paper napkin, and as you moved, trying as best you could not to wake him, you caught his cell phone between your fingers, before putting a victorious smile on your face, « got it..! »

pressing the button to unlock it, you inevitably came face to face with the face id — of course, he had to protect his phone's data like everyone else. biting your lip and pretending to think, a brilliant idea occurred to you. turning the screen on again, you placed it in front of dongmin's face, hoping very, very hard that it would unlock despite his closed eyes and lack of vitality. « please.. » you whispered, squinting your eyes until a victorious little scream escaped your mouth at the sight of his home screen. it was a little worrying that it was so easy, but it did work. good for you. opening the message application, you glanced over the conversations to find one of the people he talked to the most, and just as you were about to press a certain jaehyun, your eyes fell on a more than interesting name.

“ girlfriend ”

titling your head slightly to the side, you mentally kicked yourself for wanting so badly to find out who was behind the name. was it jieum? was it someone else? but if he already had a girlfriend, why did he hire you as one last time? pursing your lips in hesitation, you finally clicked into the conversation, and what you discovered caused your heart to miss a beat.

the sight of your recently exchanged messages flashed before your eyes. so it was you? but, why did he name you like that? you didn't understand why he simply didn't write your name, as you did. maybe it was just so no one would suspect a certain fake relationship. or maybe he did it before he knew your name. which seemed unlikely, in reality. the phone finally locked in your fingers, under your question-filled eyes, and even though you seemed genuinely shaken by this discovery, you still had to find a way to get dongmin out of that bar.

as you seemed deep lost in thought, the boy in your arms moved slightly, his arms clinging to you like a baby koala to its mother. his face camouflaging itself a little more in your neck, his breathing now tickling your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine and drawing your attention. your pupils settled on his face, which you caught a glimpse of the shadow of his eyelashes marrying the apple of his cheeks — even marked by the sadness that seemed to consume him from within, dongmin remained a boy so cute he made your heart flutter. brushing his cheek with your fingertips, a light sigh left your lips, « or shall i take you home with me? »

bringing your phone to your ear, you gave your address to the cab driver, who told you he'd be there in a few minutes. nodding to the waiter, you kindly asked him if you could pay the bill, and if he would be so kind as to help you escort dongmin to the extension — which he did, offering you the prettiest of smiles, but you seemed far too preoccupied with something to notice. dongmin seemed slightly less sleepy as the cold outside tickled the tip of his nose, but that didn't stop him from camouflaging himself in your arms again, his face once more wrapped in the collar of your jacket and your neck. « what do we do? » he managed to articulate, his hands clutching at the fabric of your coat as you looked down the road for the cab that was due to arrive any second, « we're going home. » you answered simply, while he just nodded, without protest or questions.

once the car ride was over, when you thought he was going to throw up all the alcohol he'd consumed on the back seats, you made him walk with difficulty to your building. as he mumbled through his teeth, his eyes struggling to stay open, you pressed the elevator buttons and waited patiently for it to reach your floor. « i'm sleepy.. » he whispered, once again letting all his weight fall into your arms. holding him upright with as much force as possible, you swiveled your head to face his, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek in the process. « we're almost there, can you make one last effort, please? » your voice sounded much more pleading than you'd intended, but you could swear your arms would eventually give out if you had to keep carrying him to your living room.

so he complied, nodding positively at your tone of voice, not without leaning against one of your shoulders to avoid collapsing on the ground. dongmin knew he'd probably forget some of the details of this long evening, but he promised himself he wouldn't forget to apologize to you for the embarrassment he'd caused. he'd probably feel ashamed for having let himself go so much during the night, especially right now — but the dark-haired boy told himself that it was so easy to talk to you, that blurting out what was in his mind and in his heart lately, wasn't such a big mistake. in general, he wasn't the type to confide in others, preferring to play it cool, but with you, everything seemed different, as if he entered a different world every time you were around. was he going crazy? probably. but it was nothing as long as he could meet you in his madness.

the sound of your key in the lock woke him from his thoughts, as he advanced like a robot controlled by your hands in this room that was totally unfamiliar to him. he couldn't express the joy he felt when his body came into contact with something soft, warm, while your hands were busy taking off his jacket, still cold from the outside air. placing his belongings on the coffee table, you helped him to lie down properly on your sofa. without further ado, dongmin fell asleep almost instantly, by the time you had run back and forth between your bedroom and the living room to bring him a warm blanket. unfolding the latter, you placed it gently on him, covering his whole body so he wouldn't catch cold. you quickly poured him a glass of water and left some headache pills on the table, convinced that the day after that evening was not going to be kind to him.

crouching down beside him, you watched dongmin's sleeping face for a few seconds, tucking a lock of his dark hair neatly back against his forehead. he looked so peaceful : probably thinking of nothing but sleep, leaving aside all his bad thoughts from his daily life. something inside you was forming, as your heart became attached to this new person in your life. dongmin, who was supposed to be just an employer, now seemed to be moving into a much more important category. the one your heart particularly loved to control. it might be hard to believe, even a little crazy, but you felt closer to him than to some of your friends at the moment.

gently caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, a sweet smile clung to your lips. « so much pain for someone so young.. » you whispered, almost like an inaudible sigh, thinking back to all the devastating sadness you'd seen in him tonight. he really looked broken, destroyed because of what jieum had done to him, when he seemed to have done nothing but love her during those long months. life was sometimes cruel even to the most beautiful people in this world — so all you could do was try to pick up the pieces of his heart, one by one. and that would take as long as it took to mend. but you swear to restore dongmin's ability to feel loved.

« you deserve to be happy, han dongmin. good night. »

and with one last kiss on his forehead, you let the pretty boy occupy your couch for one night.

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Teen Angst

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,534

Warnings - swearing, feeling alone, mentions of Jake's parents, mentions of abuse, yelling, angst

Summary - you start to act out leaving Bradley and Jake in the line of fire of your teen angst

A/N - hey y'all it's a new part of Hangman junior!! sorry, it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded I've been going through some shit so yeah I gotta take time for myself sometimes. I feel I went a bit off track with this request but y'know this is what my brain came up with. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Jake had dealt with the many stages a child goes through growing up as he raised you. He dealt with your terrible twos like they were nothing. He figured that if he could fly a fighter jet day in and day out, he could easily handle a two-year-old’s temper tantrums. What no parenting book prepared him for, was the teen angst phase of growing up. He knew that teenagers tended to go through a rebellious phase. He went through one himself, but he chalked it up to his shitty upbringing as to why he rebelled against his parents. He figured you had no reason to act out when you got older. You were surrounded by people who loved you and he figured you had no reason to act out.

How wrong he was.

He didn’t know what caused it, but you started acting out as time progressed. You spent more and more time out with your friends and when Jake innocently questioned you on it, you got defensive and would refuse to answer his questions.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Jake muttered one night as he climbed into bed with Bradley who watched softly, understanding the worry his husband was feeling.

“Hopefully it’s just teen angst. We all go through it. I know I did. It’ll pass and she’ll be back to herself in no time.” Bradley says, wanting to reassure Jake. But he had his own worries but wouldn’t dare vocalise them, so he didn’t worry Jake further. The two men ended the conversation there before they got too in their own heads and chose to go to sleep.

A few days after Bradley and Jake’s conversation, Bradley got a phone call from your school as he had just finished unpacking the shopping he had just bought. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the number of your school popping up on his phone.

“Hello?” Bradley answers as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Am I speaking to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw?” The voice of the receptionist says as soon as Bradley had finished speaking.

“Yes, you are.” Bradley confirms, nodding although he knew the receptionist couldn’t see his head move.

“We tried to contact Lieutenant Seresin but he didn’t pick up so our next point of contact was you so we’re calling to say that y/n has been sent to the principal’s office one too many times this month so we need you to come in so we can discuss action going forward.” The receptionist says as Bradley’s eyes widen slightly. He knew you were getting mouthy with your dad and acting out occasionally at home, but he never thought that behaviour would cross over into school.

“I’ll head over now.” Bradley says before bidding goodbye to the receptionist and hanging up the phone, pocketing it as he tugs his shoes on and grabs his keys. He climbs into the Bronco and begins the drive to your school. It doesn’t take Bradley long to pull up at your school. He finds his way to the office and locates the receptionist he assumes was the one he was speaking to on the phone.

“Hi, I’m Bradley Bradshaw. You called about y/n?” He says once he reaches the desk as the receptionist looks up at him nodding as he finishes speaking.

“I’ll just let the principal know you’re here and he’ll fill you in.” The receptionist says, getting up from her seat and disappearing to the principal’s office to let him know that Bradley had arrived. She soon returned to let Bradley follow her into the office.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, please take a seat.” The principal, Mr Brookes says, gesturing to the free seat next to you where you were sat with your arms folded and staring directly at the floor.

“So we couldn’t get into contact with Lieutenant Seresin, do you know why that is? We were hoping to speak to her father.” Bradley couldn’t help but feel the small pang in his heart at those words. He knew he wasn’t related to you by blood but he adopted you and loved you like you were his own so it hurt to hear that people would make it seem like Bradley wasn’t part of your family despite him being one of your legal guardians.

“Jake’s at work today. He was probably training when you called so he couldn’t pick up.” Bradley explains, glancing at you before returning his full attention to the principal.

“Well, no point in milling over this. We’ll just move on to why we’re here. y/n here hasn’t been engaging in classes or completing work that is asked of her. And when she’s questioned on it, she has been very rude to staff, swearing and answering back. She’s also been skipping some classes too. We gave her several warnings and clearly, none of them were taken to heart. We’ve been given no choice but to suspend her due to these recent actions.” Mr Brookes says, addressing Bradley directly who nods at every word said while you scuff your shoes against the carpeted floors of the office, itching to get out of this situation entirely.

“I’m sorry that she’s been acting like this. When she comes back after her suspension, I guarantee she’ll be on her best behaviour.” Bradley says, looking apologetically at Mr Brookes before glancing over at you. When you and Bradley are dismissed, you get up instantly, leaving the office with Bradley trailing behind. He sees a text come through from Jake on his phone, asking if he knew why your school had called him and he quickly filled him in as he reaches the Bronco, unlocking the car so you can climb in. You avoided looking or talking to Bradley the entire way home despite his numerous attempts to get you to talk. As Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway, he sees Jake’s truck also in the driveway and he knows that there may be an upcoming argument between the Seresin father and daughter. He follows you into the house and sees Jake standing in front of you, arms folded with a stern glare as he blocks you from going upstairs.

“Living room. Now.” Jake's tone was deadly low as he watched you carefully. You glared back, not wanting to give in but after a minute of staring, you groaned and turned to enter the living room with both men following behind.

“Dad, it’s not a big deal you’re overreacting-”

“You’ve gotten yourself suspended over bad behaviour and you think I’m overreacting? I raised you better than this.” Jake says as he paces the room while you sat on the sofa. Bradley observed silently, not wanting to interfere with Jake’s parenting.

“It’s not that big of a deal I bet you got suspended when you were my age.” You fire back nonchalantly. Jake had actually never been suspended from school despite what others thought about him. His fear of how his parents would react to news like that made him one of the school’s model students.

“It doesn’t matter whether I did or did not get suspended from school. You should know better. What is going on with you?” Jake says, trying to calm himself down so he can find out what it is that’s going on.

“I’m fine. You’re being dramatic over nothing.” You grumble, glancing away from your dad who looks over at Bradley, concerned.

“We’re just worried about you y/n. That’s all. This mood change seemed to come out of nowhere and we want to help.” Bradley says softly, making you look up at him.

“You’re not even my dad. I don’t need your help.” You spit venomously, making Bradley’s heart crack in two.

“Give me your phone.” Jake says, holding his hand out expectantly.

“What?” You ask, looking up at your dad.

“You heard me. Give me your phone. You’re already grounded for the suspension, but you do not talk to Bradley like that. Give me your phone. And go to your room.” Jake says, his glare cold as he speaks. You groan but get your phone out of your pocket and place it into Jake’s hand. As you get up and head to go to your room, Jake calls for your attention once more.

“You are not to come downstairs unless you have a proper apology. Do you understand me?” He says heatedly, trying to keep the anger from his voice but failing miserably. When he saw the reaction in your eyes to his tone, he immediately hated himself for the way he was speaking to you. You nodded wordlessly and then took yourself upstairs without another word to either man. After hearing the slam of your bedroom door, Jake collapsed onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands as he fought back the tears that instantly threatened to build the second you left his line of sight. Bradley approached Jake slowly, easing himself down on the sofa next to his husband and watching him carefully.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asks, observing how Jake’s shoulders rose and fell heavily, indicating to Bradley that Jake was fighting to keep himself calm.

“I should be asking you that question.” Jake mumbles, wiping at his eyes furiously before looking over at Bradley. His teary green eyes locking with Bradley’s soft brown ones.

“We don’t need to worry about me right now. You seemed really spooked after sending y/n to her room. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Bradley insists, not once removing his gaze from Jake’s as he reaches across to take Jake’s hand in his as gentle as ever.

“I sounded like my dad.” Jake admits after a painful silence, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears threaten to spill past his defences. He also fought back the memories of yelling, hurled abuse and punishments that filled his mind at the mere mention of his father. Bradley remained silent, knowing Jake still had more to say.

“I might not have yelled. But I said something that my dad used to say all the time. I swore when I first held y/n that I’d never be like him. What if I am? What if I turn out to be just like him and I hurt her the way he hurt me?” Jake says, tears breaking free from their bonds and rolling down his cheeks as he thinks of how he failed you. He had one job as your parent and that was making sure you felt loved and safe and he let you down by acting like the one person he swore he’d never be like.

“Jake, you listen to me. You are not turning into your father. From what I’ve seen and heard of this man, he didn’t deserve to have any kids. You didn’t deserve the way he treated you and that is not how you’re treating y/n. Parents argue with their children sometimes, it happens. But it doesn’t mean you’re turning into your dad. Please don’t beat yourself up over this. You’re okay. You haven’t done anything like your dad.” Bradley speaks softly and carefully to his husband, his thumb trailing back and forth over Jake’s knuckles as he talks in an attempt to slow Jake’s heavy breathing. When Jake manages to slow the tears, he allows Bradley to tug him into a comforting hug, with Jake burying his face in Bradley’s shoulder to ground himself some more.

“Are you okay Bradley? What y/n said wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry she said that.” Jake mutters, his voice still thick with tears and muffled by Bradley’s shirt but he was heard all the same.

“I’ll be okay. It’s not the first time it happened today.” Bradley says, attempting to shrug it off so Jake didn’t have to know how hurt he really was.

“Hey, I just opened up about how I was feeling. I think you owe me one.” Jake says, pulling away slightly and wiping at his eyes, giving Bradley his full attention.

“Okay. It hurt quite a bit, to be honest. I know I’m not her dad and I don’t expect her to call me ‘dad’ or anything I’m fine with her calling me Bradley. But it still hurt to hear her say that. And hearing her school say they were disappointed they couldn’t speak to you didn’t help the matter. They don’t see me as a part of your family. It’s always been Jake and y/n and I’m just on the sidelines.” Bradley admits, letting Jake know his true feelings about the situation. Jake’s face softened at Bradley’s words, and he reached for Bradley’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“You are part of our family, Bradley. Those people at the school are just assholes who don’t deserve even a smidge of your time. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but y/n adores you. She really does. I know she’d fight tooth and nail for you if she needed to. You’re family. And we love and protect our family.” Jake says reassuringly, wanting to put Bradley’s running mind at ease. Bradley’s head nodded ever so slightly at Jake’s words, his gentle brown eyes ever so slightly dimmer than they usually were.

“Tell you what. You relax down here for a bit, watch some tv, drink some tea, and take care of yourself. I’m going to speak to y/n again.” Jake says after conjuring something up in his mind. Jake then presses a soft kiss to Bradley’s temple before quietly excusing himself to disappear upstairs to talk to you again. This time, a lot calmer than he was before.

The knock on your bedroom door shook you from your angry staring contest with the wall but you didn’t move to open the door, nor did you make an effort to reply. A second knock rang out across your room but yet again you refused to respond, your anger about the events that transpired had almost dissipated due to getting time to reflect but you weren’t ready to talk to your dad just yet.

“y/n, can I come in?” Jake asks carefully, opening your door just enough that he could speak to you. In response, you turned over on your bed, facing your back to him as you stared at the opposite wall. You heard your dad sigh lightly but yet still respected how you hadn’t answered him so didn’t cross into your room.

“I just want to talk. I’m not going to get mad or anything. I just want to hear your side of everything. I want to know what’s been going on, that’s all.” Jake says softly, hoping that if he speaks soft enough, it might coerce you into letting him in. This time you consider your dad's words, and speak up.

“You can come in.” You mumble, barely audible but Jake heard it somehow. He entered your room, pulling out your desk chair and sitting on it.

“y/n, could you look at me please, sweetheart? Before we talk there’s something I need to say.” Jake says, gently encouraging you to flip back over to look him in the eye.

“Sweetheart. I am so sorry for the way I spoke to you. I let my emotions get the better of me when I shouldn’t have.” Jake apologises, making you furrow your eyebrows and push yourself up to be sat cross-legged on your bed.

“You don’t need to apologise.” You start, feeling bad for making your dad feel guilty for punishing you when you deserved it.

“I do. I reminded myself too much of my dad and I hated the thought of being like him.” Jake cuts you off, wanting to get his point across.

“You’re nothing like him, dad. It was shocking to hear you put your foot down sure but the more I think about it the more I realise I deserved it.” You say, wanting to let your dad know that you don’t think he’s like his dad at all. Jake nods ever so slightly, comforted by your words but still couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he would turn out to be like his dad after all.

“Let’s move on. I want to talk about what’s gotten you acting out like this. I understand kids go through phases where they get rebellious and act out but I thought you’d hopefully avoid that phase. I just want to know what caused it.” Jake asks, his gaze not leaving you so you knew he had your full attention.

“I don’t know. I think it mostly happened because a new girl joined my friendship group.” You say, fiddling with the corner of your blanket as you talk.

“A new girl?” Jake enquires, seeing if he can get any more information out of you.

“Yeah. She changed the dynamic of our group and it scared me a bit. I wanted to be cool so she wouldn’t pick on me or anything. That’s why I was always out at friends’ houses. She wanted to meet so we had to meet. I didn’t have time to do school work and I was so tired that every time a teacher asked me something I’d snap. I hate that I did it and I’m sorry for getting suspended.” You say, explaining everything and feeling more regret seep into you with each word.

“What was the other thing?” Jake asks, making you look at him in shock. You had been hoping he didn’t pick up on your use of ‘mostly’ but of course he did.

“You said it was mostly the new girl which insinuates there was another problem.” Jake asks, no hint of judgement in his tone, only concern and love.

“I felt a bit left out by you. You spend loads of time with the Daggers and Bradley now and spend more time at work so it feels weird without you. It had always been us against the world but now it feels different. I’m not saying don’t hang out with everyone I just miss you.” You admit quietly, your eyes flicking to the soft toy that sat proudly at the head of your bed. The toy that Jake had bought you not long after you were born. You were shaken out of your thoughts by Jake moving to sit next to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“My sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise. You’re always welcome to hang out with the Daggers, they love you almost as much as I do. I’ll try to do better and check in with you more.” Jake says in-between repeated kisses pressed to the top of your head. You shake your head from where it was resting against his chest.

“You’re okay dad. I just missed you.” You admit, wrapping your arms around Jake’s middle to reciprocate the hug. The two of you remain in the hug for a few minutes before a knock at the door pulls the two of you apart.

“It was pretty quiet up here, so I just wanted to make sure no one had been murdered.” Bradley says with a light laugh, smiling at the two of you. Just before Bradley can excuse himself and head back downstairs you call him back into your room. Before he can ask why you called him back you get off your bed and cross to Bradley, trapping him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry for what I said to you, Bradley. I was tired and angry, and I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. Not when you’ve been nothing but kind and loving to me. You are one of my dads. I have two dad’s and you’re one of them. I love you so much and you’re my family.” You say as you hug Bradley tightly. Bradley looked over at Jake who was watching the interaction with a soft smile and teary eyes. Bradley then let out a soft breath before he dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much y/n/n,” Bradley says quietly, relishing the feeling of you hugging him.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You whisper, tightening your hold ever so slightly. When you pull apart, Jake gets up and crosses to Bradley, bringing him in for a quick kiss. After wiping his eyes to rid them of tears, Bradley then excuses himself to head downstairs and start making dinner leaving you and Jake alone once more. You smile over at Jake, relieved to have gotten everything out and not feeling the pent-up emotions anymore. Jake grins and reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“You’re a good kid. You know that right?” He says fondly as you swat his hand away from your hair.

“Only because I had a great dad growing up. Now I have two.” You reply, showing off your cocky Seresin smirk. Before you could continue to speak, you hear Bradley calling both of you downstairs to help him make dinner.

“Oh, before I forget you’re still grounded.” He says before leaving you behind as you jokingly sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured as much.”

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 24 days

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School au (again wwwwww)

Lyney and the reader are close, so close the reader might've liked them a bit more than normal amount ever since they started hanging out, but... Recently, lyney has been spending more and more time with a brand new friend, so much, they don't have time for the reader or don't have time to see them waving from the hallway. But, lyney and the reader are dormmates, so lyney didn't take long to figure out that the reader has closed themselves in - not coming out of their room, hardly attending lessons, with lights dull in their room. Their heart was aching, they never hang out with anyone as much as lyney, and the liking they had for lynch made it worse (might be a romantic liking). One night lyney couldn't sleep and his ears heard the slight sound of... Crying..? Was it his dormmate in the other room...? His....friend?

Wait by the door like I'm just a kid- Lyney x Gn!reader

And watch you tolerate it.

t/w- fear of being replaced, slight yelling I mean very slight.

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Lyney smiled, not at you but at someone else. You'd never seen him this happy, only with you. The brightness on his face hurt more than anything else. Why wasn't he this happy with you? Your heart ached, you couldn't tell Lyney you liked him. It was obvious that he didn't like you back.

His laugh echoed through the corridor as you turned away and headed back to your dorm, clutching your chest. As if you were trying to hold the pieces of your heart together. At your dorm, the best you could do was curl up into bed. You should've been happy he was smiling but it only brought you down.

"Lyney..." You muttered clutching your pillow. "I'm so stupid.."

It wasn't until later that night he came back into the dorm. You were long asleep. Lyney had noticed you weren't at lunch, but you might've just had some work to do.

The next day was much the same, Lyney was still talking to the person, almost ignoring you completely. You stayed in your room, staring at your laptop trying to find any motivation to do anything. But it was so hard, your fingers resting on the keys, eyes blankly staring. It felt all too hard.

You gave after God knows how long, and sat back in the comfort of your own bed. The pillow and stuffed toys on your bed being your only comfort. However today you decided to have for dinner. You walked to the closet fast food restaurant you could manage. The air con by the door hit you suddenly causing you to jolt. You walked over to the order station, just getting some chicken nuggets and whatever drink you felt like.

"Hey Y/N!" The one person you didn't feel like seeing was standing a little away from you, and guess who with.

"Hi, Lyney, and friend."

"Oh sorry I haven't introduced you too yet. Y/n this is Gaming. Gaming, Y/n."

Gaming smiled brightly at you, "Hi y/n! Would you like to join us?"

"No thank you." You said politely. "I've got work to do."

"Don't overwork yourself, please."

"Yeah, Yeah." Your order was called, and you quickly left without saying goodbye.

Back at your apartment you again couldn't focus on anything, your mind just kept wandering back to Lyney. How happy he was, without you. Lyney got home not long after you and gave you a quick hello before collapsing into bed. He seemed the fall asleep quickly because after that there was just silence. You decided to follow, crawling into bed, and pulling up the covers to your face.

Tears slowly dripped out of your eyes. You tried to keep quiet because lyney was in the room directly across from you and he never shut his door. But it was hard. You choked out sobs, gripping the pillow so tightly your knuckles turned white. Your sobs were so loud that you didn't here lyney in your room.

"Y/n? What's wrong."

You rolled the opposite directing from him hoping that he would give up, but you knew he wouldn't.

"Y/n-"

"Its you Lyney! And that stupid boy! You just stopped talking to me!"

Lyney looked hurt at your yelling, but you couldn't keep much of it in anymore.

"You just stopped talking to me y/n... I thought you hated me. You got so wrapped up in your work and just ignored me for weeks."

Now you were the one to get hurt. "Oh... Oh my Archons... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too.. I..i."

"You know I could never hate you y/n?"

"Really?"

"Really."

He leaned closer and gave you a little peck on the lips. Enough to make you blush.

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dearestcynthiaw · 5 months

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Goodbye Stranger - House MD x Reader

Chapter one: World Weary

A young, mild woman, of noble decent, comes face to face with an infamous doctor, not just from the other side of the world but seemingly a whole other time. Will he believe her ridiculous, and quite frankly, impossible story? In House's mind, everybody lies, but is that so for this new, mysterious woman.

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This is my first fanfic in a long time, I'm quite new to Tumblr, so hello!

I'm absolutely infatuated with this series at the moment, so I thought I'd do a bit of writing and play with a concept that makes me ponder. This is very very loosely based on a original character that lives rent free in my mind. I've done a chunk of paintings of her so I'll post a few as headers on some of the chapters. The character in this will go nameless, and is intended to be a self-insert for those reading, therefore I've tagged it as a 'x reader'.

I'm not a doctor and I don't work in medicine so lots of this is research and a little help from a friend who is a nurse, so the knowledge in it will be hit or miss.

Anyway, enjoy!

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It had been a long, hot, blissful summer in the year of 1928. Newly September, the days were starting to get shorter and the trees were turning crisp and orange.

It had been quite a bad week, though bad was quite the understatement. Her uncle was on his deathbed. He’d suffered through a long bout of influenza that was seemingly impossible to recover from. She visited as often as she could, hoping that each visit wouldn't be the last. Her heart was heavy from knowing his death would eventually become inevitable. He had always been a man of great prowess and genuine kindness, which was a rarity in her family, and losing him would shatter her.

Moreover, her fiancé was hurried to hospital after a nasty accident at a rugby match. He hadn't been concentrating when running the length of the pitch, he tripped and was ambushed by the collective. His ankle looked horribly out of shape, one could only imagine how many degrees it had rotated. It looked almost entirely backwards.

Her Fiancé's hospitalisation and her uncle's sickness had caused the worst sleeping patterns. She'd barely had a few hours each night for the past week. As she laid in bed most nights, especially in the early hours of the morning, thoughts and worries flurried through her head. She lay there hoping to God everything would set itself straight.

The exhaustion had impacted every aspect of her day so far, and she had marched up to the central hospital, from her soon to be in-laws townhouse, she felt overwhelmingly drowsy and unsteady. Of course there was no transport to be seen for miles to cut down the walking distance and give her a couple seconds of peace. All servants were out of the house, and it had become increasingly difficult to hail a taxi.

She trudged through the bustling streets, avoiding streams of people surging towards her. She had arrived at roughly 13:11 pip-emma, give or take, hoping that her beloved was already awake and breakfasted, to spare the grumpiness.

Awkwardly she stood, though all else were seated, patiently waiting for the nurse to lead the way to her sweet fiance's room.

She had been called with the added 'Lady' positioned at the very beginning of her name. It had caused a slight shudder to run down her spine as the room of plenty turned to look in her direction, eyebrows quirking in curiosity.

She appeared quite out of place in the very centre of London in a hospital bustling with people who were much different to herself.

Although she never minded her title, she much preferred the simple 'miss'. 'Lady' carried too much sophistication and responsibility, the sort associated with cutting ribbons and giving out writing awards at local schools. It felt far beyond her, she’d always felt sort of, under prepared.

Standing there in her professionally ironed clothing and perfectly soft waved hair, being ogled at, made her feel uncomfortably separate from everyone else.

‘Just this way, You’ll find he’s in quite a pleasant mood today, we’ve been able to better control his pain since you’ve last seen him.’ The nurse turned to face the Lady, with a sweet smile as they walked the extensive, dismal hallways.

The door was ajar, and from the threshold she could see a well lit room, far different to the rest of the hospital. There were bouquets of flowers scattered about, along with ‘Get Well Soon’ cards that were crammed upon the limited surfaces. There were excessive amounts of sweetmeats and sugary treats upon the bed and sideboard. This man had only been admitted the day before and he already received a hefty amount of goods. It wouldn't be long before he had to pack it all up and head home.

She had been loudly interrupted from her thoughts with a cheerful ‘What-ho sweetheart!’. The nurse was quite right, he was much more sprightly today.

‘I say, take a seat, this chair or that, you might even be allowed to perch on my bed a while!’ Snorting, he motioned towards a patch on his bed that wasn’t decorated with an array of sweets.

‘You look quite at home here. Should I be assured that they’re looking after you well?’ Her eyes were glued to his bubbly expression. It was quite surprising for a man who had been writhing about in pain on a muddy pitch the day prior.

‘Quite, quite, very well indeed. Though, I can’t ever seem to get any service here. They’re always ignoring me. I don’t ask that much of them.’

It was almost certain that he did, it could only presume that he wanted to be pandered to and pampered as though he was on the coast of France in some lavish hotel.

She could only look at him with a sense of pity, she only saw a man who was in a great deal of pain and was pushing through with a gleaming smile.

She found she was at quite a loss for words, sympathising with him wouldn't do as he'd only push himself to show he wasn't entirely helpless. This always put him in a worse state. ‘Do you know when you might be coming home?’ was all she could think of after the momentary silence.

‘Oh yes, yes, it was supposed to be today, but I’ve asked to be held on until tomorrow. Charlie from the club said he’d drive me home.’

‘You don’t want me to take you home? I can do it later today when Dobson gets back, he has the key to the shed where my car is-’ Again she applied a bright smile, hoping she could be of help. ‘You’ll only have to wait till 3. It’s really not that long darling.’

‘Gosh no, I don’t like it when you drive, makes me feel like a helpless sod.’

Lightly exhaling and nodding she looked down at her hands in her lap.

And again he spoke; ‘You’ll have to bring me a glass of water dearest, I can’t get the attention of anyone at this bloody hospital. And I'm bloody parched!' He seemed to let out a sort of huff; boyishly crossing his arms.

As she stood and started to walk, he shouted after her ‘Oh! And grab a doctor for me too, there’s something I need him to see.’

With a sweet smile and a light nod she turned on her heel, heading back for that ominous, dark hallway.

A short way down she found a small cupboard, one with a tap and a couple glasses and other bits and pieces to accommodate patients and guests.

Just before fetching a glass, she lent over and placed her head on the counter, with her arms cradling her head. She let out a long exhale to release some of the stress of the day. The exhaustion was starting to catch up, she could so easily have a quick nap with her head on the cold surface.

Finally gathering the energy to move, she lifted a glass and ran the tap, making sure she didn’t fill the vessel with lukewarm water.

Someone must have closed the door whilst she took her momentary rest, as when she turned she was confronted by the clinical white passageway that was firmly shut.

With a heavy push she dislodged the door from its threshold and found herself to be completely disoriented. Nothing looked the same. She thought that maybe she had taken a long route to this small cupboard and had simply forgotten the way she came.

She was completely surrounded by shelves upon shelves of supplies. There was only one other door and it was straight ahead. She turned again, wandering back inside the smaller room with the sink, studying her surroundings to see if there was another entrance that she might have overseen. Yet there was nothing.

She finally settled on advancing towards the opposite door, walking between the sets of shelves that carried an array of different peculiar items that resembled medical arsenal, none of which she had ever seen used before, but yet again, she didn’t spend much time hanging around hospitals to see what new advances were made in the field.

Just as she reached for the door handle, it began to pull downwards as a force was applied to the opposite side.

Jumping back in surprise and slight panic, feeling as though she had wandered into the wrong part of the building, she had no time to think out a possible explanation before the door was fully open.

The man that was stood there gave her a wide eyed look, appearing equally as perplexed as herself.

She quickly took in his figure, he was no doubt tall, taller then most of the men that she knew, and was scruffily dressed, she wondered if he might have taken a wrong turn too.

Taking in a quick breath she squeaked; ‘Are you lost too?’

‘No.’ He had a distinctive accent as he bluntly said the singular word.

‘I’m in your way, sorry, I’ll just-’ She peered to his side noting the direction she was heading.

‘How did you get in here?’ His eyebrow quirked.

‘Through that door.’ She pointed behind herself, his eyes quickly following her movement. There was nothing there. No door in sight, as though it had never been there to begin with.

She looked back at him in surprise ‘I could have sworn-’

With that he let out a bark of laughter. She felt ever so small and grew red in the face.

‘I must be tired, but I swear that's where I came from.’

‘No door there sweetheart, never was.’

Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, yet no sound came out. ‘I better get back to my fiancé.’

‘You haven’t answered my question.’ He attempted to stop her proceeding.

‘Well, I don’t really have much of an answer, because I certainly don’t remember entering through the door you’re standing in.’

‘This door was locked, did someone let you in? What you looking for, is it drugs? Could’ve just asked.’ Now she spotted his walking stick, he was leaning onto it, slightly blocking the way so he could continue interrogating her.

‘How dare you, I wouldn’t do anything like that.’

‘They all say that.’

‘Can I just get through? I need to take this to my fiancé.’ She raised the glass in her hand.

‘What ward?’

‘Somerset Ward.’ Her answers were getting shorter as she became frazzled by the constant questions.

‘Haven’t heard of that one before.’

‘It’s fine, I’ll find my own way.’

‘You still haven’t answered my question.’

‘Look, I really haven’t got a clue. Can I go now please?’ She gave a hapless sigh as she was getting to the end of her tether.

He stepped aside, yet seemed to follow her as she stepped into an unfamiliar hall. It was bright white, almost blinding. It looked like an entry to the hospital, one that she’d never seen before. There were people scattered everywhere, wearing clothing very different from her own. She turned back to look at her interrogator with a look of shock and slight horror. ‘What is this?’

‘A hospital.’ He started to limp away, towards what looked like a reception desk. ‘You coming?’ She could see him leaning over the desk having a bit of a natter with a person sat there. She slowly got closer observing every detail in front of her. The gadgets and do-dads that adorned each desk and clinical colours that decorated the whole room. She'd never seen anything like this before. She must've ended up on the other side of the building, maybe a more experimentative wing compared to the others.

She stepped closer to what looked like a reception desk, momentarily placing down her glass of water.

‘Name?’ Came a sudden voice that carried a very similar accent to the male that she had encountered in that odd cupboard. She couldn’t quite see, until a lady poked her head out behind a silver sort of implement about the width of a brief case or small luggage holder.

There, she gave her full name in the presence of this strange man, middle name and all. A pattering sound began, like one you would hear from a typewriter, but without the obnoxious ‘ping’.

‘Dr House!’ This woman bellowed, only now realising that he’d started to wander away.

‘Can’t find a name on the system.’

‘You’re trying to find my records? I’m not a patient here, I’m only visiting. Besides you won’t find it by typing, it’ll be in paper form, I thought that was the same for everyone?'

‘Sorry dear, Dr House told me you’d found your way off the psychiatric ward, your name isn't even on the database.’ This woman behind the desk looked directly into her eyes, showing vague sympathy.

‘You think I’m mad?!’ She cried at the ’doctor’.

He continued to move away, towards what looked like a metal cladded elevator ‘Would explain the confusion.’ He shouted over the room of, what she could presume were patients waiting to be seen.

She quickly jammed her arm into the door of the metal contraption before it fully closed.

‘I am tired, but I’m certainly not out of my mind. I think you're having a joke with this whole thing. Who set you up to this? It’s really not funny. Can you just tell me what part of the hospital I've ended up in and I’ll be on my way.’

Again an amused smirk graced his face ‘You’re in the clinic.’

‘Well I’d gathered that from the sign above my head, but none of this is recognisable. I’ve been to the clinic before but it didn’t look anything like this.’

‘You sure you got the right hospital?’ He seemed so disinterested in giving any useful information.

‘Well yes, I’m in London-’

‘Well there we go, you’d better find your way back onto the crazy people ward, you’ve forgotten what country you're in. Next it’ll be what year from the look of you.’ He glanced down at her dress, to him it looked outdated.

‘Can you stop that? Tell me seriously now.’ She appeared panicked, worse than she had been previously. She had hit the verge of begging.

With a sigh he gave up on the teasing ‘Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You happy now?’

‘Princeton, New Jersey?’ Her hands were starting to shake, struggling to keep the elevator door open. She’d only ever seen this place in atlases that she used to flick through in her childhood home’s extensive library.

‘Where else?’

‘No no no no no, this isn't possible.’ She stepped inside quickly before the door slammed shut. Putting her face in her hands and taking shuddering breaths.‘You’re definitely not lying right? This isn’t a joke anymore. It's all very funny, but are you sure this isn’t just an American part of the hospital and you’re just pulling my leg?’

The doctor seemed to ignore her and continue to look straight ahead, both hands on his cane.

The door to, what she had now concluded was indeed an elevator, slid open and he stepped out. She hurried after him and as she began to walk beside him he halted, staring directly at the side of her head, fierce enough to burn holes into her skull.

‘You can leave me alone now. I’m not going to help you get a plane ticket or whatever you are pestering me for. Go back to the 1920s or whatever F.Scott Fitzgerald book you think you came out of. If this is some tasteful prostitution then give me a ring later. Goodbye.’ And with that he veered off into a room that was made up of mostly glass panels.

The door flew shut and finally revealed this man's full name and title ‘GREGORY HOUSE M.D. DEPARTMENT OF DIAGNOSTIC MEDICINE’

Though he seemed to be warning her, she still pushed forth, entering the office space ‘Aren’t doctors supposed to help people?’ She had never been so forthright, if she were back at home she would’ve taken that as a forewarning and scampered off like a scared mouse.

Dr House was now sitting hunched over at the desk, eyes glued to another one of those abnormal briefcase things that casted a blue tinged light over his face.

‘Are you not listening to me or are you just plain deaf? I said goodbye.’

‘I’m not taking that as the end of the conversation, Dr House.’ Her confidence was building, though it was most likely the adrenaline surging through her veins. She took steps closer to him, peering down at the jumbled items upon his desk. Odds and ends and many stacks of paper were littered about like a white blanket covering the entirety of the desk.

Her eye caught on one document reading today's date in the margain with a completely unrecognisable year. ‘2006’.

Her eyes bulged and her head seemed to be endlessly screaming. There was a fuzzy static sound that ringed in her ears and her breathing became short. Throughout the whizzing of her mind, she remained completely silent and still.

‘Patient confidentiality, don’t you know.’ He said flipping over the paper she had been gawking at.

‘Two-thousand and six.’ was what she muttered beneath her breath.

‘So you really are that deranged. The whole get up is all part of the act. Are you living out a fantasy or something?’

‘It’s 2006? It’s 1928, your document is wrong. I mean this could be a very elaborate joke or is this a film set?’

‘You’ll have to pay me overtime if you keep asking me all these questions. $300 and you’ll get the full package, what d’you say Marty.’

'Are you still insinuating that I am a whore?’ She now began to grit her teeth. ‘And that is not my name-' She was cut off whilst she was reprimanding him.

'I’m the whore here, I’m the one offering my body, Marty. Now, what would that make me? Doc Brown? nah, maybe a generational relative from the future. Really spooky stuff. What have you come to tell me? About my impending death or bad life choices? Because you're a bit late.' Resting his head on his hands he looked up inquisitively.

'I really don't understand-?' She spoke whilst shaking her head.

''Course you don't ' He pulled his lips thin, eyes widening and shrugging his shoulders. ’You think you're a time traveller and I’m here to tell you to head back down those stairs to where you belong, in the psychiatric ward.’

Her face twisted in disgust as he spoke such cruel, unadulterated words. She could feel the tears in the back of her eyes. No one was going to believe her, she barely even believed it herself.

‘What? Am I supposed to play along? Oops!’ His actions were so animated as he lifted a hand to his mouth.

He picked up what could've been a phone and brought it to his ear chatting with someone on the other end and began typing vigorously.

‘Looks like they'll have to book you in. No records here. Oh, tell you what, let's Google you, see what we can find.’

‘Google?’ She rubbed her forehead with worry.

‘What fun, you're still playing along.’ His words carried an underlying bite. ‘Here we go, nice, so you're daddy's an Earl and you live in a big mansion and have lots of money. I'm not surprised that you picked this woman to claim as your identity. It's full of all those fun parts. You've gone the extra mile too, editing a photo of yourself amongst your fictional family, how sweet.’ He turned the screen around and there was a photo of her and her brothers.

Gasping in shock she spluttered ‘How did you get that?! That’s a private photograph!’

‘How did you do it then, Marty? Did you change the whole of this Wiki page to suit you?’ He tutted.

Standing silent in the emptiness of this office was like torture. She bit her tongue to stop the tears and prevent the endless wrath of words she was holding back. ‘How could you be so cruel, Dr House?’ She shook her head. ‘I thought you were going to help me.’ Her words were wavering as she spoke softly.

He raised his shoulders once again lifting his hands up to display mock confusion ‘What is there to help?’.

And with those last few words she turned, flying out of the room.

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‘World Weary’ - Noël Coward 1928

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~ It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn ~

#House #Housemd #Housexreader #Gregoryhouse #Gregoryhousexreader #timetravel #1920s #x reader #reader insert #house x reader #house md #house md x reader #gregory house x reader

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tyuninthemirror · 1 year

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— monster among men: c.bg

— pairing: childhood friend!beomgyu x fem!reader — genre: fluff — word count: 1631 — disclaimers: asshole beomgyu. — synopsis: beomgyu's biggest regret in life was how he treated you in high school. can he redeem himself? — series masterlist

— author's note: sobbing while i write this because i gotta save up to buy the sweet album D: also, monster among men is one of my favorite 5sos songsss! (one of many.) go listen!

Growing up with Choi Beomgyu wasn't an easy task. All the CDs in the world could never cover the number of times you've gotten into trouble because of him. Regardless, you wouldn't trade Beomgyu for anything in the world.

You and Beomgyu had been friends since your family moved across from his house in third grade. You had always admired his infectious energy and ability to make you laugh. You both shared a love for music and often spent hours singing and dancing together.

In middle school, you started to develop feelings for Beomgyu. You couldn't help but blush whenever he was around, and you found yourself daydreaming about him. You didn't know if he felt the same way, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

Despite your crush, you and Beomgyu remained good friends. You would often hang out after school and on weekends, talking about everything and anything. You felt comfortable around him and thought things would always be that way.

But when you both got into high school, he started to hang out with a different crowd. They were the guys who liked to seem cool and make fun of other people. You didn't like how they treated others but didn't say anything. You didn't want to ruin your friendship.

As time went on, Beomgyu started to change. He would skip classes and get into trouble with the teachers. You tried talking to him about it, but he would brush you off, saying he was just having fun. But you knew better. You knew that he was just trying to fit in, to be someone he wasn't. You didn't want to be a part of that, so you drifted apart.

You would see each other in the hallways and say hello, but you no longer hung out like you used to. You tried to hold onto the memories of when you were kids, but it seemed like those days were long gone. One thing never changed, though, your feelings for Beomgyu.

And then came your senior year.

One day, you finally mustered the courage to tell him how you felt. You had been planning it for weeks, rehearsing what you would say in your head. You took a deep breath and walked up to him after school.

"Beomgyu, there's something I need to tell you," you said, your voice shaking.

"Hey, Y/N, what is it?" he asked, smiling at you.

"CHOI BEOMGYU," his friend yelled from the bleachers behind you. "LET'S GO!"

"GIMME A SECOND!" Beomgyu yelled back before returning his attention to you. His eyes glanced slightly behind you, hoping none of his friends come over.

You took another deep breath when you knew you had his attention. "I've had a crush on you since middle school. I don't know if you feel the same way, but I just wanted you to know."

Beomgyu's smile faded, and he looked at you with a shocked expression. He caught his friend's gaze, who was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows, taunting him.

Beomgyu then burst out laughing, and you could feel your heart sink.

"What's so funny?" you asked, feeling embarrassed.

"You actually like me?" he said, still laughing. "That's hilarious."

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You turned around and walked away, feeling humiliated and hurt. You thought Beomgyu would just say he didn't feel the same way, but never in your life would you have thought he'd laugh right at your face.

"Goodbye, Choi Beomgyu. Have a good life."

From that moment on, you lost all respect for Beomgyu. You didn't want anything to do with him and cut ties with him completely. It was the end of your friendship and felt like the end of a chapter in your life.

But life goes on, and you have to let go of the past. You focused on your studies and your own goals, secretly hoping that he would one day find his way back to who he truly was.

You walk down the familiar streets of your hometown, feeling a sense of nostalgia. It's been a few years since you've been back home after studying in the UK, and you're excited to catch up with old friends and family before heading back for your new job.

As you stroll down the sidewalk, you hear a familiar voice call out your name, and it's not exactly a voice you're thrilled to hear.

"Y/N! Is that really you?" You turn around and see Beomgyu. You haven't seen him in years, and although he broke your heart many moons ago, your heart still skips a beat at the sight of him.

"I heard from my mom you were visiting from the UK. Long time no see, Y/N," he said, his voice shaking. "Can we talk?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head. "Sure."

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his feet.

"Sorry for what?" you asked, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"For the way I treated you in high school," he said, looking up at you. "I was a stupid kid who wanted to hang out with the cool crowd. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You feel a pang of sadness in your heart. It really did take a while for you to get over how Beomgyu responded to your confession. His actions left you lonely and hurt and moving abroad and being in a completely new environment helped you overcome it.

On another note, Beomgyu felt like the universe was giving him a sign when he saw you just now. Ever since your confession in high school, he's been beating himself up over how he treated you. All for what? His 'friends' approval? The ones that made him try to do their college essays for them?

"I know I hurt you, and I regret it every day," Beomgyu continued before you could say anything. "I was stupid and immature, but I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N. I never got to say this, but you were always in my heart, and I want to make things right."

You feel a sense of shock and disbelief wash over you. You never expected Beomgyu to apologize, let alone confess his feelings for you. Part of you wants to push him away, to tell him that it's too late, that you've moved on. But another part of you wants to give him a chance, to see if there's still something to salvage from your past together.

"How do I know you're not just saying that?" you asked, still unsure of everything he said.

"I know I have a lot to prove," he said, looking directly into your eyes. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

"Beomgyu, I don't know," you said, your voice wavering.

"I understand," he said, looking down at his feet. "I just wanted you to know how I feel. I'll give you space and time to think about it."

"You must have tons of luck to bump into Choi Beomgyu on your first day back?" Chaeryeong chuckled.

"Good luck or bad luck?" you raised an eyebrow as you sipped your coffee.

"Depends," your friend shrugged. You looked at her, confused. "Whether or not you still like him."

"That was years ago, Chae," you awkwardly laugh, trying to dismiss what she said. You didn't know the answer yourself.

"Oh please, I might be your best friend now, but I could never replace Beomgyu in your life," she rolled her eyes. "Heck, maybe we're best friends now because I was destined to be your maid of honor."

"Maid of honor? Find me a boyfriend first," you joked.

"I did. Choi Beomgyu."

"That's not funny, Lee Chaeryeong," you warned her.

"Come on, Y/N," she sighed, sliding over to sit beside you on the sofa of the cafe you were having tea at. "Did you say he was on his knees begging for forgiveness?"

"I don't think I said that," you shook your head at her over exaggeration.

"Same thing," she waved it off. "If you asked him to, he probably would have. Just give him a chance, Y/N, see what kind of cards he'll play."

Over the next few days, you couldn't stop thinking about Beomgyu and the possibility of giving him another chance. After another round of convincing from Chaeryeong, you finally decided to meet with Beomgyu again.

It wasn't hard. He still lived across from you, after all.

"I've been thinking a lot," you said as you sat across from him in your backyard. "And I've decided to give you another chance."

Beomgyu's face lit up with a huge smile. "Thank you, Y/N. I won't let you down."

"But," you quickly stopped him before it got too festive. "I got a job in the UK, so I'll be there most of the time, and I don't do long distance, so-"

"Y/N," Beomgyu grinned, holding his phone to show you an e-mail. "I got approved for transfer to our UK branch if I can hit quota every month for the next three months."

"You planned this?" you asked in disbelief, rereading his e-mail. "What if I hadn't said yes to giving you a chance?"

"I probably would've sung BLINK 182's I Miss You outside your window at 2 am in the morning or gone on my knees begging for forgiveness," he answered. "The possibilities are endless."

"Choi Beomgyu," you laughed, enveloping Beomgyu into a hug he happily returned.

"I'm not going to mess it up this time. I promise, Y/N."

from: chaeby to: y/n :* what color will the maid of honor dress be? i think i look good in purple.

#txt imagines #txt fanfic #beomgyu #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #txt x you #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n

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imaginarylungfish · 8 months

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Sasaki & Miyano fic recs

hello! here are some sasamiya fics i've read and liked so far! i tried to give each listing a little summary, but for some of them it's been a while so the ao3 fic writer's summary may be more helpful! i'll keep updating this list as i go. please enjoy what these amazing writers have given us! (my favorite in purple.)

sfw

The Distance Between (You and Me): 1,800 one-shot fic about sasamiya missing each other. very cute.

Late Night Gatherings: just a cute lil 2K fic about Miyano accidentally getting drunk with sasaki, hirakagi, kuresawa + his gf, and ogasawara + his gf

nsfw

Interlude: 3,500 fic about sasamiya giving each other hickeys

I Can Hold the World in My Hand (And You Fit Right In): 5K smut with feelings

Sasaki & Miyano Play a Game: almost 6K fic about miyano having "boyfriend thoughts" that turn into boyfriend actions

Sasaki & Miyano's Study Session: 6K fic where sasamiya take a little study break

Miyano's Sick Day: 6K sickfic about miyano's smutty fever dream

And Maybe That's Okay: 6K fic about miyano dreaming about some things he wants sasaki to do to him

Call Me When You're Sober: 7K fic about their first time

Sasaki & Miyano Go to a Love Hotel: 7K fic about their first time (at a love hotel too!)

Featherlight: 8K ABO fic where miya presents as an omega and alpha sasaki helps him with his heat

Sasaki's Unlucky Lucky Day: 9K fic where sasamiya shower (and do a little more than that) together

Summer Heat: 21K fic where sasaki is in college and miya is still in hs. sasaki's friends know he's dating someone but assume they're a girl until they meet miya at the end. sasaki and miyano figure out a balance between school, dating, their first time, etc. cute and smutty fic.

Don't Say Goodbye: 169K fic where 30-something sasaki and miyano reunite after breaking up in college. sasaki is divorced with a cute lil kid and miya is back in their hometown after his father died. little angsty, but just a wonderful read.

#sasaki and miyano fic recs #sasaki to miyano fic recs #sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #sasamiya #sasaki shuumei #shuumei sasaki #miyano yoshikazu #yoshikazu miyano #fic recs #fanfic #fanfic recs #sasaki and miyano ao3 #sasaki and miyano fic #sasaki and miyano fanfic

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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If you let me show you (Charles Leclerc)

Years later, your's and Charles' hearts are still longing for eachother and, perhaps, it was meant to be all along

Note: english is not my first language.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: past breakup

"As usual, thank you for listening to the podcast", you began closing off the recording for you newest episode of your podcast, taking your headphones off once you were done and your editor gave you her thumbs up, "That was really good, Y/N. I think people will enjoy it a lot", she said as you smiled, proud of how far you got. The idea of creating your own podcast while you finished your degree was just something to keep your mind off of school, despite it being about what you studied since it was something you enjoyed, but it had quickly grown to join other people who, like you, enjoyed the topic. You had gathered a small community that you were very grateful for, especially when it allowed to go to bigger events like TedTalks and sit and talk, as well as meeting them.

Checking your phone for your e-mails, you noticed a new one from someone you had never received anything from before, "what is this...?", you muttered under your breath before letting your finger tap the screen to open it, revealing what looked like an invite to an event, looking at the top to see that you had been sent it a few days ago and, scrolling down, finding out that you had to confirm your attendance until that afternoon, "did you get this?", you showed it to your editor, "nope, but I've heard of other people who come here to record that they've been invited too", she smiled. "Are you plann-", she was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, an unknown number calling, "yes?", you said, "Hi, this is from Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco. How have you been, Y/N?", a seemingly kind man on the other side of the line, "Hello, I've been good, and you?", you said as you looked at your editor, "sorry to bother you during the day, but we've had some issues with our communication channels and are not receiving the confirmation from the people who are attending, and we just wanted to confirm wether or not you are joining us for the evening", he said as you panicked opened the e-mail again, checking for more details about this event, "Oh, you're also allowed a plus one, I don't think your e-mail said that due to the glitch we had", he offered as you looked at your editor one last time, her showing you a dinner she had with family on that night, "yes, I can confirm my presence. Just me, no plus one", you said as you heard him type, "Good, thank you! Since our communication channels are not working properly, is it okay if, in case of any new information, I contact you through here?", he asked before you confirmed, bidding eachother a good day and goodbye before ending the call, "this is a very surreal thing", you heard your editor said, now propped by your laptop as she look at the e-mail, telling you all about why they had decided to invite you, your contribution to spreading scientific knowledge in a simple way and accessible to everyone bring the number one reason, "who knew, hm? My weird little podcast about academia getting me t-, oh, wait, this is a red carpet?", you looked further, noticing their dress code advice section, "what did you expect from the Fondation? Some burgers and fries?", she teased you, "I thought it was, like, an intimate thing, small thing. If I'm going to this, who else is?", you mused while your editor only snickered.

After having your friend help you pick a dress worthy of the event, you dropped it at the dry cleaners, which is where you found yourself in the morning of the event, ready to pick it up while the lovely lady went to get it outback when a younger employee asked "I'm sorry, but you are Y/N, from the podcast, right?", she asked as you nodded, "I've heard your voice through these so many times I recognised it almost immediately", she said as she pointed to her earbuds, "I'm very happy that you listen to it", you said as you noticed your dress, clean and ironed being set on the counter, "may I ask what this is for?", she said curiously before who you figured was her grandmother set the bill for you too, "dear, that's not nice for the costumers, sorry about my granddaughter", she half scolded her, "no, don't worry. I'm going to an event tonight because of the podcast", you explained as you paid, smiling before leaving the store and bidding goodbye.

Arriving at home, you tried your best to remember and replicate how Pascale taught you to do your hair, the curls coming out looking like you were from a different era, silently praying they would drop while you fid your makeup. You put one the dress and added your accessories before shaking your curls, moving to put on your shoes and coat just in time for the car they had sent to pick you up and go to the event, "is this your first time?", the driver asked, "yes. Do you notice it that much?", you giggled, "not at all. Just I know I would have recognised you otherwise", he explained, "do you know anyone who is going to be there? It is a big help, so I've heard over the years", he offered, "I don't think so", you mused, "I'm not sure who's invited to be honest", you giggled again, nervous that you should have done your research, "usually actresses and actors, singers too usually, people from non profits, other members of TV shows. Oh, and how could I forget, some drivers usually go too", and it hit you. How did it not hit you before? Charles could be there too, and you not seen him in person in the longest time. Last time you saw him was a few months after you broke up, and it pained you to be in the same room as him, and while you did nothing but be polite to eachother, you couldn't deal with that, somehow always managing to avoid any gathering where he would be. Did you watch his races? Yes, every weekend one had been on you'd take your time no watch it, never breaking your promise and supporting him whenever you could, however you could. Knowing how it would bother you stayed out of anything related to his personal life, only knowing little bits you picked up from interviews and, since he was pretty private, there hadn't been anything related to his relationships, so were you about to know something more? Was he bringing a plus one with him? "Don't need to get nervous, dear, from all my years of this, people are usually very friendly and before you know it, you're already friends", he smiled sweetly, oblivious to the actual relationship you were worried about.

A woman dressed in black guided you on what to to once you arrived, telling you when to stop and pose for some pictures, despite your insistence that 'I'm here for my voice, I don't think people will need to see my face really", giggling and comforting you until you felt comfortable enough, "See?! Stunning, chérie", she smiled before her phone beeped, prompting her to tell her colleague, "Charles is arriving just now, could you go to him, please?", before helping you to the other spot where you would do an interview with someone who also had a podcast that, despite being a bigger creator, treated you with the utmost kindness, "thank you so much for taking some time and giving us your story on getting to where you are today", he said as you shook his hand one last time, thanking him before walking back to the carpet, spotting Charles posing too. And then your heart started doing somersaults, almost like it never stopped doing then anyway.

Charles followed the woman in a black suit as she told him where to stand, smiling in almost all the directions someone called him from before he noticed you, sitting in a high chair with a pair of headphones on your head. Were you here? Your podcast was successful, he knew that much since he contributed, but he did not expect you to be here. How long had it been? Two, maybe three years? You had managed to go to his F2 celebration, just as friends, before, as he now recalled, never setting his eyes on you in another form other than pictures on Instagram or your voice from the podcast episodes.

He was about to head to you when a young fan, who happened to be attending with his parents, asked for his autograph and a picture, "whenever we are home, me and mama and papa watch all your races, you're one of Monaco's pride!", the boy who was no older than ten said excitedly, prompting Charles to open his blazer's button before crouching down to pose with him. Getting up and wishing everyone a good night and event, his eyes looked for you in your emerald green dress, now finding a gentleman in the chair you were sitting previously. Heading inside the venue, he greeted some people before he noticed you looking at something on your phone and confirming it on the indicating plaques, looking a but confused before you looked around and your eyes locked in his, "h- Hi, Charles, Hi!", you said as you greeted him, your movement so automatic that you didn't even think about hugging and pressing a kiss on each cheek of your ex-boyfriend, thankful that he seemed to want to do the same, "Hi, Y/N, how are you?", he said as he looked at you properly. And you looked even more beautiful, despite looking like the same girl he had fallen in love with all those years ago."Are you here alone, too?", you said and immediately wanted to take it back, feeling like you had nothing to do with it, "I'm on my own, yes. C'mon, let's go through here", he said as he guided you on the other way you were thinking of going, leading you to the big room where all the tables were and finding out that the table you'd be sitting in was next to his, "if you need anything, call for me, yes?", he said as he looked for reassurance, "you're going to do great, I just know it".

The evening was beautiful, getting the opportunity to listen to all the projects and ideas people were developing and over all having a good time, and while you enjoyed it, you needed to get some air, excusing yourself from the group and heading to one of the outside gardens, a glass in hand as you took in all that had happened for you to get here. You had never dreamt of this opportunity to come from something as simple as you sharing your thoughts outloud, finding people on the receiving end interested in what you had to say, and to be here was something you still couldn't make out, "may I?", you heard a familiar voice you could recognise anywhere, seeing Charles coming to sit next to you on the stone bench, "it's amazing how many inspiring people are here today, no?", he began, really not knowing how to approach you. You were here alone, so it wasn't like he was crossing a line, he hoped, remembering some conversations he heard in the last group gathering where one of your close friends admitted that you were single still, "and somehow I ended up here, too", you mused before looking at him, his eyes never failing to calm you down and rile your heart up at the same time, "of course you did. Your work is amazing, it's only fair they recognised it", he let slip, "how do you know that?", you quirked your brow as you took a sip from your glass, "I listen to it. Every Thursday I go and look for the new episode", he admitted, "I still don't understand half of the things you defend and explain, but you make it so engaging and, and I miss your voice. I miss you", he said as he looked up at the starry sky before he let his hand crawl along the light stone and nudge yours, your pinkies lacing eachother. You looked at him, a small blush on your cheeks, "thank you, I- I watch all your races too, even the ones that are broadcasted at daft o'clock in Europe", you said before sighing "you know why we did it that way it was", you said, remembering the day you and Charles decided it was for the best that you should go your separate ways.

"I love you so much", Charles said as he held your hands in his, "I love you so much and it is why I think we should do this", he reasoned, although the tears in his eyes, matching your own, reflected the genuine hurt you both knew was dawning on each of you, "I never want to be the one making you hurt, not in a short time or not in a long time", you sniffed, squeezing your eyes further to slow down the tears, "I love you with my whole heart and I'd never want you to hurt, either of us to hurt", you finished as you gave him one last hug, relishing in the feeling of having his arms around you, "you'll always have my heart, Y/N Y/L/N", he said kissing the top of your head, "and it will always be yours to keep".

"Was it really though?", he said, snuffling closer to you while still not touching you more than before even though his skin longed to feel yours, "I don't know, Charles, I really don't know", you said. You didn't like to admit it, but every now and again, you would entertain the thought of what could have been if you had stayed together. How your days could have been if you had him to come home to, or having to travel to races to see him, hear his laughs in person instead of through a screen. It would have been like you had predicted, crazy schedules, long periods away from eachother, but the effort to make it work would have been worth it to have him with you. As you were about to say that to him, you heard heels clicking on the floor, "sorry to interrupt, but the fireworks are going to go off now, I thought you might like to see them", one of the ladies that had helped you in the red carpet said as you both got up, "thanks for letting us know, we'll be up shortly", Charles offered before she walked away while you two followed her, "Would you be willing to come to my place tomorrow?", he asked as he finally laced his fingers in yours for a few seconds, parting when you reached the door, "okay", you said before you were ushered to different places in the crowd.

Arriving home later that evening, you were taking all your makeup off when your phone pinged, seeing a text from Charles, surprised that after all these years he, like you, had kept your number, "Even though we did not spend that much time together today, I know for a fact that I missed having you around and being near you. I hope you have a goodnight's rest", could be read on your screen.

"Thank you for coming here. I would've gone to your place but I didn't know if you wanted me there, and besides, I don't want all the attention that it could draw that way around to you", he said nervously, "No need to rub it in that you're more famous than me, Charles", you teased slightly, wanting to clear up the tension in the room that your nerves were not exactly helping, "I mean it. Thank you for agreeing to come and talk", he said before taking a big breath, "yesterday sparked something in me, and I'm not sure it was a spark again moment, I think this has always been here", he admitted, looking qt you in the hopes of getting you to speak about your take on it, "I-, I felt the same", you gulped, "but can we do this? I think so b-", you were interrupted by him, "all those years ago, we said we wanted to focus on our careers, grow and not have to worry about it. And, while I think it could've been good, there's no way to know that the success we have it due to that. Can you imagine having me next to you on your graduation? Signing your contracts? Because every weekend I imagine you sitting in that hospitality, working on your laptop before coming to watch me race and congratulate me, or be the only person in my driver's room to calm me down after a bad race", he admitted, "I know you don't owe me any of that and if this is one sided then I don't want to make you feel guilty about it, but I needed to let you know", he finished as he looked at you. Sighing, you launched your hand to meet his, "I miss you, and I want to have you with me, to get home and see you there, even if it is only every now and then. But I don't want you to feel guilty that you're not here, or that I feel like I'm not enough", you said and he giggled, "Mon ange, you are more than enough. And I'll be the luckiest man alive if you let me have you in my life again. We'll take things slowly, but please, let us go back to how we were", he pleaded as he saw you smile, "mon coeur, we are going to be better than ever".

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pinkacademic · 6 months

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Studying Language

Sorry I've been rather inactive, I'm slowly trying to get back into the swing of things!

This is something I’m actually qualified to talk about! I speak three languages fluently, albeit in need of a little practise, and I’m learning one more currently, with one on pause due to time constraints. Nevertheless, I feel pretty confident in my information lol. I’m also a qualified TEFL teacher and have worked abroad teaching English!

Full immersion is the best option. The best thing you can do is spend your time in a country that speaks your target language and force yourself to learn, once you have the “Hello,” “Goodbye,” “Where is the bathroom?” all mastered. In Ireland, there are places called Gaeltachtanna where you go for different lengths of time depending on the course and live in a town speaking exclusively Irish, usually staying with an Irish-speaking family, and going to classes for the language and for games and dances. Of course, that’s not an accesible option for everyone, so you could try going to places like your nearest Asian market, Eastern European market etc, and any areas in your city with a lot of immigrants that might speak your target language. If you have friends who speak that language, natively or just to a better level than you, ask to meet them for coffee and chat as much as you can in your language.

Immersion Part Two: Culture. The people who speak your target language natively do so not just becaus that’s the place in which they exist, but because that’s the place that they live- they get their groceries there, they go to school there, and their language developed because of the day-to-day, as well as unique aspects of their culture such as dances, music, and especially food. Learn about the culture of the country or countries that speak your target language. Eg, fold a paper crane or eat sushi if your language of choice is Japanese, watch an telenovela or go to a salsa class if your goal is to learn Spanish.

Watch TV shows in your Target Language. If you can’t access the locations, and even if you can, watching TV or movies is great because it’ll help you understand the cadences of natural speech that you can’t get from a textbook or formal class situation. Start with movies you might be familiar with like Disney movies (I will die on the hill of “Mother knows Best” from Tangled is better in Spanish). You can also combine your subtitles and audio, using subtitles in your own language at first, and challenge yourself to changing the subtitle.

Similar to the above points, use YouTube or Twitch to your advantage too. That’s probably a lot easier if your target language is English, but there are creators that speak in their non-English native language too. My friend watches a Mexican Minecraft YouTuber called Quackity who has a Minecraft server modded to feature a live translator between Spanish and English, which is very cool.

Read books in your Target Language. We don’t love The Chronicles of the Boy Wizard in this house, but the books are available in 85 languages. The Hobbit also has a tonne including Cornish, Thai, and Ukranian, and Twilight has about 37 translations, just to list a few well-known examples. Learn especially about books written originally in your target language.

Consume Media Originally from the Country or Countries that Speak that Language. Read the Witcher, watch Física o Química, join the dubbed vs subbed anime bloodbath. It can be so beneficial to your understanding of a language to see how those who speak it write it themselves, not just for localisation purposes. It can especially be useful for slang and dialects.

Duolingo and other apps. I’m swiftly approaching my 365 day duolingo streak,* and I fully intend to celebrate with pierogis and a green cake. But there are other options out there, and all of them are great for beginners. I can only speak about Duolingo as its the one I use, but I’m having a lot of fun with the layout of it. However, I do need real practice if I’m going to become actually fluent.

That’s it! I hope this has been helpful!

*I've surpassed it since writing this!! I'm at 400+!!

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PUMPKIN MY LOVE!!!

I AM KINDLY REQUESTING A PART 2 TO THE ROBIN REQUEST.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

also eat, drink water and take a break when you want/need <333

Hello lovely!! I'm so sorry I couldn't get to your request till now, I've been busy with tests, and my power suddenly cut out the other day :")

I hope you enjoy this part two! I got a little carried away, so it's a bit long.

“He could’ve at least called.”

You lay in your bed, blowing away a lock of hair that had fallen on your face. You glare at the bright phone screen that showed one call from Starfire, another from Raven, two from Cyborg, one from Beast Boy, and exactly none from Robin.

He was definitely avoiding you.

Ever since that night when you admitted that you had been flirting with him, he hadn’t spoken to you at all, except for a quick “goodbye” when you left the tower a week ago.

“I’ll be heading off now then.”

“What? You’re not even gonna stay for breakfast? I made tofu scramble!” Beast Boy held up the plate of greens and tofu, and your stomach made a noisy grumble at the smell. You quickly crossed your arms over your stomach, hoping that no one else had heard. Unfortunately, it seemed that Cyborg had caught on, and he raised a brow at your unusual reluctance.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Robin coming into the living room and quickly grabbed your duffel bag. You hoisted it over your shoulder and slipped on your shoes.

Starfire had stopped you just as you were about to exit and gently grabbed your hand, dragging you back to the kitchen to sit beside Beast Boy.

“But why must you leave so early? I am sure you have at least another two hours before your classes start, do you not?”

“Maybe Robin can drop her off.” Cyborg had suggested. He noticed the way Robin tensed up ever-so-slightly, his eyes narrowing as they darted between your nervous figure and Robin’s poker face.

“It’s alright, I don’t wanna trouble you guys,” You laughed nervously, “Besides, my dad’s picking me up.”

“Didn’t you mention that he’s in Morocco for some sort of business trip?”

You flinched at Raven’s statement. The girl herself had come out of her room to grab a cup of tea and carelessly mentioned the small detail before she sat down next to you.

“D-did I say, my dad? I meant my mum.” A nervous laugh tumbles past your lips, plastering an awkward smile on your lips.

Starfire seemed to buy it.

“Well, I shall not hold you back any longer, Y/n. Shall we meet up tomorrow to go shopping?” Starfire suggested excitedly. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of buying new clothes and going for a mani-pedi.

“Sure. Meet at the usual place?” You agree quickly with a genuine smile. You stood up after a nod from Starfire and walked to the doors.

“Well, bye…” You waved goodbye to the group before stepping into the lift, heading down to the ground floor and stepping out, beginning the long walk back to your apartment.

Now, you stare up at the ceiling in defeat, accepting the fact that you probably just destroyed your friendship with Robin with your own two hands. Your favourite song suddenly starts playing, and you practically scramble to get to your phone that you had thrown a short distance away from you on the bed.

You take one look at the caller ID and your hopeful eyes lose their shine at the name.

“Hey, Jeremy.” You accept the call with a sigh.

“Hey, Y/n! Uhm, listen… You know how our school’s prom is coming up?” Your friend, Jeremy, was on the other end. He was one of the first friends you had made in your first year, and the two of you were as thick as thieves.

Initially, you had found him pretty attractive, but that was before you met Robin.

“Yeah, why? Do you need my help to ask anyone to go with you?” You ask, laying back down on your bed with your phone right next to you.

“About that, I was wondering if you’d maybe like to…I don’t know…go with me?” Jeremy’s voice is nervous.

You pause, sitting upright.

“As in like, a date?”

“…Yeah.”

You blink. Huh. This was a first.

You glance at a photo of you and the titans that you had framed on your desk. It was one you had taken at the amusement park when you had met the rest of the Titans for the first time. You were standing next to Robin in the picture, holding up a peace sign while Cyborg was chowing down on a hotdog. Starfire was hovering on your other side, with Beast Boy as a cat in her arms while Raven stared at the camera with a small smile.

It was a great picture.

You nibble on your bottom lip, deep in thought as your gaze lingers on Robin’s smile.

He had technically rejected you, didn’t he?

“Sure.” You reply, and you can hear Jeremy’s sigh of relief.

“That’s great!” He says enthusiastically, "So, I’ll be wearing a black tux.” He adds as an afterthought.

“Sounds good. So, I’ll see you on Friday at six-thirty outside the school?” You continue to discuss prom specifics and colours before hanging up.

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have a rebound so quickly after basically confessing to Robin you liked him, but a little date never hurt anyone.

At least, that’s what you thought.

The night of the prom comes all too soon. The doorbell rings, and you smile as you put on your earrings, the smooth, light pink stone of rose quartz swaying slightly as it dangles from your ears.

You smoothen out the black dress you had on, the thigh-high slit allowing you to easily bend down and grab your bag. You take care not to trip over the somewhat-flowy fabric, making your way down the stairs. Your neck was bare, the off-shoulder dress making you feel somewhat shy even though Starfire had insisted that you get it as soon as you tried it on for her.

You approach the end of the stairs, spotting a familiar motorbike parked on the street through the window next to the front door. Your brows furrow slightly, head tilted in thought.

“There she is!” Your mom beams, holding up a camera and snapping a quick photo. The flash blinds you somewhat, but once the black spots fade from your vision, you find yourself staring down at the one and only Robin.

“Wha-”

“How come you never told me you had such an attractive date, honey?” Your mom cuts you off before you can question Robin’s presence, your eyes widening at her words.

“Jeremy…won’t be coming,” Robin admits, taking out a box with a beautiful rose corsage inside. He opens it, your mother helping to hold the empty box. He takes your hand, gently placing it on your wrist. You don’t protest, too stunned to speak.

Before you knew it, your mom had snapped a picture of you both and waved you out the door. Once it shut behind you both, you immediately removed your arm from where he had laced it with his own.

“I don’t understand.” You frown, looking down at the soft pink petals on your wrist, the exact colour and flower you and Jeremy had settled on a few days ago. “Why’re you here?”

“You’re my prom date.”

“No, stop. What did you do to him? Is this a mission or something? Or a prank?” You take a step back, your hand slipping out of his. Your hand curls into a fist, and you hold your arms close to your chest defensively.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not a mission.”

Your eyes narrow. “Then?”

Robin looks almost too nervous to speak, but he turns to face you. Your phone chimes with a text alert, and you pull it out from your handbag, reading the message.

‘Hey Y/n, I won’t be able to make it to prom tonight. I’m sorry for the last-minute message, but your friend reassured me that he’d take you to prom for me instead. Sorry! :)’

You stare blankly at the phone, processing Jeremy’s sudden text. You turn back to face Robin who waits patiently. “So, you’re my prom date.”

He nods with a smile. You shake your head with a sigh, your lips curling up into a small grin. “Alright then, let’s go to prom!” You cheer. You weren’t going to let one sudden change deter you from having fun.

Even if that sudden change gave you an incredible amount of butterflies.

Robin helps you up on his motorbike, and you start to strap on the helmet that’s on the seat. Your movements slow to a stop, however, when his fingers brush your chin, adjusting the straps for you. You look up at him, your cheeks tinged pink as your eyes dart around nervously. You settle on staring at his hair instead, fighting back the blush you felt threatening to take over.

“There.” He breathes out, finally looking into your eyes. You stay in that position for a good moment, wrapped up in comfortable silence.

He moves away, placing on his helmet and starting up the motorbike. You wrap your arms across his midriff, feeling him stiffen up slightly. You look down, biting your lip as you fight back the urge to burrow your face into his back, knowing the helmet would make it uncomfortable.

Instead, you lean against his back. Your face feels hot.

Sure, having Jeremy cancel on you at the last minute was disappointing, but this more than made up for it. Your lips curl up into a shy smile, electrifying tingles tiptoeing down your spine as your stomach churns from both nervousness and excitement.

The cool night breeze that brushed against your shoulders made you shiver slightly. You look up, taking in the sight of Jump City’s shops and malls around as you rode on Robin’s motorbike. Everything seemed more alive at night, and the sights always awed you.

Robin chooses to take the scenic route, and he enjoys watching your expressions in the side mirrors of his bike. The fun ends all too soon, however, when you finally reach the school. The bike skids to a stop, and you gingerly unwrap your arms from around him, getting off the seat. He helps you take off your helmet, placing it down on the seat before taking off his own.

“You have got to stop putting so much product in your hair.” You tease, hiding a giggle at the sight of his unaffected hairstyle.

“Hey, I use just enough.” He shoots back with a breathy chuckle, offering his arm for you. You overhear the whispers of other classmates, feeling the girls stare daggers at the sight of you and Robin together.

That’s right, he’s my date.

You grin, placing your hand on the inner corner of his elbow. You walk to the school’s entrance together, but you’re suddenly stopped by someone you knew all too well.

“And who is this?”

You barely suppress the urge to roll your eyes at the teacher in front of you. “Miss Lucy, this is my date, Robin.”

Miss Lucy tuts, shaking her head with a disappointed sigh. “Might I remind you, that this prom is for the students of this school, not any boy you can find off the streets.” She straightens her glasses, the bright red frame only agitating you more. You sigh, your shoulders slumped. She looks you up and down with an expression of astonishment, almost as if she was questioning how you of all people had managed to convince Robin to be your date.

Robin’s about to protest against the teacher when you stop him with a slight squeeze of his arm. Your eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Alright then, guess there’s no helping it. C’mon Robin, let’s go.” You huff, turning around and heading back to his bike.

“Wait, what about your prom?” You let go of his arm. He flushes, wishing that you didn’t.

“We can have more fun in town than at the prom anyway.” You set the helmet back on your head, fastening the straps quickly before placing Robin’s helmet on his head with a bright smile. You sit on the bike, waiting for him. He’s taken aback, but an amused smile is on his lips. “Besides, I’m with Robin of the Teen Titans. You won’t let anything happen, right?” You joke.

Robin rolls his eyes in response but doesn’t hide the chuckle that falls past his lips. You stare in awe. God, that was pure music to your ears.

You wanted to hear more.

He sits in front of you, but this time he gently places your arms around his torso, tighter than before. “For safety,” He bluffs, hoping that you don’t catch how red his cheeks are.

You stare at the back of his head before catching a glimpse of his face in the side mirror, stifling a giggle. “Of course.” You shift closer to him, practically hugging his back.

He starts up the bike once more, and you watch all the students who are arriving at the prom gawk at the two of you leaving. They glare at Miss Lucy who clears her throat awkwardly, infuriated that they had lost the chance to network(and flirt) with a superhero.

The smooth purr of the bike’s engine draws your attention, and Robin takes off, driving into the city. He slows down to a stop at a red light. “You hungry?” You nod in response. “I know a place we can go.” You grin, gesturing for him to turn right once the light turned green. He’s confused but obliges, and you guide him through the streets until you reach a small takeaway shop located between a bar and a cinema.

“Over here.” He parks the bike and turns off the engine. You take off your helmet, using your fingers to comb through your hair to untangle the knots that had formed. You feel callused hands brush against your soft ones. You look up in a startled manner, only to be inches away from Robin’s face. “May I?” He asks softly, his hands paused before he can start helping you untangle the knots in your hair.

You barely manage a nod, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. His eyes focus on your hair, threading through it with expertise. He takes a step back and nods in satisfaction.

“Th-thanks.” You stammer, trying to regain your composure.

“Anything for my prom date.”

His words make your cheeks flush, and the tips of your ears feel hot.

God, he’s going to be the death of you.

You follow him inside the shop, the sight of all the pictures on the large menu displayed on the counter making you salivate. You greet the cashier with a cheerful grin. “What should we get?” Robin muses, his foot tapping against the ground as his hand holds his chin in thought. You stare for a second too long, and he senses your eyes on him.

You look away as soon as he looks back at you, clearing your throat and looking straight at the menu. “Trust me, I’ll order for us.” You wink confidently, walking up to the counter and placing your order. He watches you with a fond smile, looking away when you finish ordering and pretending he was staring at a poster on the wall instead. He notices how both of you stand out in the restaurant, most of its customers being the elderly women who look at the two of you knowingly.

He places the food between the two of you, and your stomach growls loudly. Your cheeks flush a rosy pink in embarrassment, and he chuckles before handing you a pair of chopsticks.

“I’m not sure what’s so interesting about ‘Young Men’s Magazine’, but I’m sure you can tell me all about it while we eat.” You hold up a plastic bag with four containers inside, catching him off guard. He takes it from your hands, carrying it instead.

“Shall we eat at the park?” He suggests, his lips curling upwards into an affectionate smile when you nod eagerly. You make your way over to the park benches, thankful that it was just across the street.

“So, what’d you order?”

“Well, we got some dim sum to start. Shrimp Dumplings, and small fluffy steamed buns with a meat filling.” You open the lids, placing them down under the container. You pick up your chopsticks, expertly taking a shrimp dumpling and popping it into your mouth. He smoothly copies your movements, eyes lighting up at the taste.

“This is pretty good.” He comments, grabbing another.

“You know how to use chopsticks?” You ask in response, surprised by how expertly he handled them. “Yeah, I use them quite often, but since Beast Boy destroyed all the chopsticks in the tower after a prank, I haven’t been using them as much anymore.” He answers with a chuckle.

You wince with a laugh, shaking your head. Of course, it was Beast Boy who broke the chopsticks. “I prefer using them to eat chips.” You admit, and he raises a brow at the revelation.

“I’ve never tried that.” He hums, looking down at the pair of chopsticks in his hand. You shrug, popping yet another dumpling in your mouth. You eye the last dumpling in the box, glancing up to see a competitive glint in his eyes.

Your eyes narrow, and you plunge your chopsticks forward into the container, only to be blocked from picking up the last remaining dumpling by Robin’s chopsticks. “Hey!” You whine, continuing to fight a chopstick battle with him.

He’s enjoying it, parrying your every move with one of his own. You start to enjoy it too, but you both get too overexcited and the box topples to the ground, the dumpling falling with it. It lands with a splat on the dirt, the both of you freezing and looking at each other blankly before you erupt into a fit of laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Robin chuckles, taking a hot steamed bun and breaking it in half. He passes you the bigger half and you accept it gratefully, wiping the corners of your eyes.

You munch on the fluffy bun, sighing happily. You both finish off the buns pretty quickly and start on your main dish: Mapo Tofu with rice. You pass Robin a spoon and grab your own. You eat in comfortable silence, with the occasional conversation. When you both finish your dinners, you throw away the disposable containers in a bin, linking arms with him and walking out of the park together.

“I’m feeling kinda full. Wanna walk around for a bit?” You nod in agreement, feeling slightly stuffed. You walk down the street, everything around you piquing your interest. You stopped by electronic stores to look at the gadgets, and DVR stores to see if they had anything new to rent.

“This almost feels like a date.” You say, stiffening as soon as you hear your own words. You glance at Robin nervously, but he seemed unfazed. “Then let’s make it a real one.” You spot the faint rosy tint on his cheeks and smile shyly up at him.

You spot an arcade a few stores down, eyes lighting up and looking at Robin with an excited glint in your eyes. He nods and you make your way over. You giggle, spotting a claw machine stuffed to the brim with stuffed toys of Robin. “You any good at these?”

Robin lets go of your hand. Somehow throughout the date, your hands had become entwined with each other. You realise this, staring down at your hand and vowing silently to not wash it for the rest of the night.

He cracks his knuckles, approaching the machine. He inserts a coin, carefully navigating through the plentiful stuffed toys, trying to find the perfect one. He finally chooses one and after five attempts, manages to secure it for you. You cheer him on from behind him, and when the toy falls into the chute, he bends down to grab it.

“Something to remember today by.” He hands it to you, and you hug it tightly, your face pressed against the soft material. “I love it.” You state, holding it up with sparkling eyes.

He smiles at the sight, rubbing the back of his neck before glancing at the electric clock on a wall. His smile fades, realising that they had to get to the town square in time for the surprise he had planned for you.

He slips his hand into yours so naturally, his fingers interlocking with your own. You stare at your entwined hands with a silly grin, your other hand holding the plush he won for you. He guides you out of the arcade, walking down the street and you follow blindly.

“Couldn’t end a prom date without a dance.” He finally stops, and you look around to see the empty town square. You look back at him with a bemused expression, quirking a brow. “There’s no music though,” You point out.

He takes the stuffed toy from your grasp, setting it down on a bench near the fountain in the middle of the square. You place your handbag beside it, adjusting it so it looked like the stuffed toy was guarding your belongings.

He holds out his hand and you accept, startled when the music starts playing from speakers positioned on the lampposts. The deep voice of Elvis Presley starts to sing, and you chuckle. Robin places his hands on your waist, and you gently place your hands on his shoulders. He stares into your eyes, a dazzling grin on his lips. You start to sway to the music.

“So uh, Y/n, about the other night.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Robin speaks. He glances away for a split second, trying to find the right words to say. “You were flirting with me.”

You forget how to breathe for a solid moment at the sight, turning red. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before.

Be still, my heart.

“I did admit that.” You confirm with a teasing nod, amused by how nervous he was. “And I was flirting with you. Not just then, but other times as well.” You may as well be honest, since it was already a romantic setting and you were ninety-nine per cent that he liked you back, judging from his behaviour the entire night.

“Yeah, I uh…When did you start liking me?”

“Since I met you.” You reply breezily, lips curling up into a lazy smile.

“Oh.” Robin’s caught off guard by your response. He didn’t expect that.

“I like you, Robin.” You confess with a genuine smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you look up at him.

The entire speech Robin had prepared for this moment turned to dust in his head as if he didn’t know a single word of English. He becomes nervous, starting to stutter and trip over his words.

“Robin.”

He snaps out of his panic when he hears you call his name softly, looking into your warm eyes and sweet smile. He exhales shakily.

“I like you too.”

And then you woke up.

The alarm on your bedside table blared its obnoxious wake-up call, and you slam your hand on the snooze button. You’re ready to head back to sleep, turning to face the other way.

You peek open an eye, your blurry vision clearing after a few blinks.

A familiar stuffed toy sat beside the framed photo of you and the Titans.

Suddenly, you’re wide awake. You sit up, walk over and pick up the toy.

You beam.

It wasn’t a dream.

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igot-sarang-ggg · 10 months

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Jolyne's Teacher pt. 2 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 2- Panic

Chapter 1- Open House|Masterlist|Chapter 3- Coffee

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

Jotaro's pov during open house day

After a long day at work I made it home, finally. It was 6:37pm "Jolyne, I'm home! I'm sorry I'm late today! I brought you some McDonald's!" Normally when I get home early I cook a meal for the two of us, but today I had some extra work to be done and ordered takeout. She loves McDonald's so I thought I'd but it for her as an apology for not being able to go to open house this week.

"Jolyne?!..." No answer.

Where is she?

I walked over to her room opening the door she wasn't there. Manifesting Star I had him search the house. He came back. "Ora." I sighed, Star now looked worry. "She's not here?" Star shook his head no. "I'll have to call Annie's parents."

I dialed Annie's parents, "Hello Mr. Cujoh, how are you?" Annie's dad picked up the phone. "I'm good... Is Jolyne with you?" I asked, "No, she's not. We dropped her off at home after school. Is something wrong?" I could hear the panic in his voice, "No, it seems she went to another friends house. She left more saying she's going to a friend's house." I lied, "Oh okay, if anything's wrong don't hesitate to call us." He hung up.

"Fuuuuuuuuuucccccck!!!" lighting a cigarette, I threw my head back removing me that and raffling my hair. "Ora, ora?"

"You think?" That's right Jolyne mentioned something about an open house at her school... Did she? Was that today?! No, there's no way she walked to school by herself in the rain..? I looked at Star he began to panic and I started to recheck every thing again in the house. And started calling as many parents as I could. But no one knew where she was.

In the mist of the panic there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, a women stood there "What is it?" I seemed to have scared her, Our eyes met she flinched and looked down. I followed her eyes seeing Jolyne holding her hand "Jolyne!" I bent down hugging Jolyne in my arm and then let go. "Where have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" She smiled slightly at me, taking a deep breath I stood up, "Go to your room, we'll talk later." She entered waving goodbye to woman that brought her and walked over to her room.

I turned my attention to woman, "Thank you for bringing her here... Ms..."

"L/n, Y/n L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cujoh I'm Jolyne's teacher. She came to the school's open house today." My eyes widen, "I'm so sorry about that... please come inside it's raining you could get sick." I moved to the side allowing her to enter, "Thank you." She walked in house, I closed the door, and that's when I realized I still was manifesting Star. Star got close to her face, she didn't react. She not a stand user.

"I'll have to repay you for today. I'm so sorry for all of this." I signaled her to follow me "It's fine... It's actually the first time I've ever had a student do that. It's sweet seeing a student to support their teacher." She seemed to be a nice person. Most of Jolyne's teacher so far hadn't been the best, "Still, I can't thank you enough. Jolyne... She's very special... to me." I love Jolyne so much.

We walked into my office. "Here," I took out two twenty-dollar bills. "This is for gas money and as a thanks." She gently pushed my hand away, "Don't worry about it Mr. Cujoh. I live near the area so it was no trouble at all." I put the money away. Normally people take the money without second guessing it.

"Well do you drink? I can take you out for drinks this weekend if you'd like." I asked her, soon realizing that it sounds like I'm asking her out. "I'm not much of a drinker... how about some coffee, I know this nice coffee place nearby. We can meet there on Saturday morning."

"Yeah, sure. I'll pay for your coffee then. Maybe you could tell about how Jolyne is doing in class." She smiled at me, "Yeah, defiantly." I cleared my throat, "It's getting late you should be heading home, I bet your partner is worried about you." She showed me her hands, "I'm not married... Divorced." Shit I shouldn't have said that.

"Sorry, I didn-" She cut me off, "Don't worry about it. Anyway, let me give you my personal number. The number I was calling you with before is actually my work number." I gave her a pen and paper, and she began writing her number and name down. As she wrote down her phone as few strands of hair covered her face, I watched as she placed the strand behind her ear. "Call me on Friday night so we can make plans for the time we'll meet." I was memorized by her. "Yeah, I'll call you Friday then." We walked over to the door, "Were you calling my phone before?" She was about to leave, "I did but you didn't answer." I sighed, "My phone ran out of battery, and star... Never mind. I'll see you on Saturday then." I opened the door for her, "Drive carefully and get home safely."

"Will do. Bye, Mr. Cujoh." We said our goodbye and I watched as she drove off the driveway. Closing the door I made my way towards Jolyne's bedroom. She was sitting on her bed "I'm grounded, aren't I?" I walked in sitting next to her, "Yup. Wanna tell me why you decided to go to the open house by yourself?"

"I'm sorry dad I just really wanted to go to the open house. Ms. L/n is a really great teacher. Everyone at school that's had her says she's the best." I sighed patting her, "One week. No tv. Playing with friends. Got it." She nodded her head. "Alright, Go take a shower and get cleaned up. I brought McDonald's." She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I chuckled to myself watching her run.

As I waited for Jolyne to finish I went through the voicemails her teacher left. The last voicemail Jolyne stole the phone laughing as she did. "Don't worry Ms.L/N is gonna take me home."

"Jolyne please give that back." Mr. L/N could be heard in the background, "My dads gonna be so mad." She laughed and the audio cuts off from there.

I placed my phone down looking at the ceiling. Ms. L/n seems like a good person, but I first need to get to know her before I can trust her with Jolyne. She is her teacher but I need to know her intentions or at the very least know if there are any stand users at her school. "DAD WHERE'S MY MCDONALD'S!?" Jolyne yelled from the kitchen breaking my concentration, "Coming!"

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griefabyss69 · 6 months

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Ample Fire Within

Hello everybody I hurt my feelings about Steve and so I've decided to inflict that on all of you as well <3

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Platonic Stobin - Rated: G - 1.7K

Angst with a happy ending It's short enough the full thing is under the cut!

"For all of the late night wishing on a star type of bullshit he does, when he's alone in the dark and doesn't even have to properly face himself, let alone anyone else, you'd think he'd be able to handle it when he finally gets what he wants."

You'd think that all of the near-death experiences and injuries and horrible secret knowledge they’d all had would make a group of people like, forthcoming about their feelings.

But when most of those people are hiding deeply under too many layers of irony, insecurity, and maybe an affected teenage distance, feelings come out in stupid little arguments and the decision to be as annoying as possible instead of like.

Talking about it.

The affection is just like that too – drenched in demands - and just like anything, Steve has to assume that being asked for shit means that someone somewhere cares about him.

If they need him, that means they'll think about him, remember him.

It means they won't leave and won't spit his feelings back in his face, drunk off of either expensive wine or spiked punch – he's since forgiven Nancy, and they're good friends, though she could never love him.

Forgiving his mom is something he thinks he'll get around to one day, if she ever gets around to deciding he exists again.

His dad is a lost cause, so he doesn't bother.

---

Robin's hand is tight around his, her nail polish alternating between a shimmery blue and a stark black. It works on her, makes her look cool in the way only she can be.

He studies the difference in their fingers, his nails are neatly trimmed out of habit, though the skin around them peels like he hasn't been taking care of the skin. Hers are doing pretty well, considering she's once again trying to fully kick the habit of biting them.

Despite how much smaller her hands are, he feels like the one who's protected, a bracing grip that keeps him grounded as some of his neighbors head out of the store, the sour feeling of being degraded by nothing but polite conversation about where he might go to school next year and “What are your parents up to these days?” sitting heavy in his guts.

"You want to pick the movie?" Robin asks, adding her other hand into the mix, squeezing his tightly.

He shakes his head, can't stomach the thought of having an opinion on anything right now, on being some kind of real boy who has to make a decision harder than breathe in – good – now breathe out.

She lets go of him to go wander around the shelves, and he misses the comfort deeply, but doesn't say anything about it because he needs to find a way to earn the next one, this one finished with it’s job even if it’s prematurely. He’ll find the next emotional punch he can take and will hope it makes someone notice he could use a hug or something.

He wants to think he's got people in his life now that notice him at least some of the time, really notice him, not like before when he'd sat concussed through his exams and managed to pass because the teachers didn't want to face down the wrath of Harrington Sr.

He tries not to mope, tries to shake everything off, and goes to poke fun at Robin for whatever movie she picked.

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For all of the late night wishing on a star type of bullshit he does, when he's alone in the dark and doesn't even have to properly face himself, let alone anyone else, you'd think he'd be able to handle it when he finally gets what he wants.

But maybe it's the unexpected timing, or just the way he didn't think they'd ever be those people – but when Robin hugs him goodbye one night, the last one out of the house as Nancy waits up outside to take her home, she murmurs a quiet "Love you" into his shoulder and he only manages to hold himself together by a fucking hair until the door is shut behind her.

He wouldn’t have ever imagined that it would make him crumple to the floor beside the neat rack of shoes he never wears, but he finds himself flat on his ass with his forehead on his knees like someone's packing him away in a box.

Ugly tears already brimming and spilling down his face as his throat closes up around what might just be a banshee's wail.

He knows he's supposed to be happy, and he knows there's a part of him that is, but the rest of him is just hurt – there’s an empty hole that had dug through him until it had grown into a deep well of loneliness, and every little offering of care and attention and love drowns in it.

About thirty minutes and a big pounding headache later, his phone rings, and his voice is rough when he picks up.

"Steve," Robin gasps, out of breath like she'd run to the phone. "What's wrong?"

He frowns, wondering if he sounds that bad.

"Nothing, why?"

"Oh, you just sound… And I'd thought – I just had a feeling in the car and then it got worse and I got worried and I'm sorry I'm sure you're so ready to go get your beauty sleep and I know we'll see each other at work tomorrow – but you sound terrible, Steve. Are you really okay?"

Robin's voice is as soothing as much as it picks at him, all the little threads he'd found on the floor to put himself back together get snatched back up by her soulmate premonition feelings or whatever, and he feels his sore eyes start to sting again.

"Rob, everything's fine," he says, heading to the sink, stretching the phone cord so he can get a cold glass of water. "Just took a little nap."

"Oh, that's good," She sighs, clearly relieved. "I guess… I'll let you go?"

Steve's heart feels full of something that aches, but maybe it's not really in a bad way. He can't tell right now, but he blinks and blinks and blinks until his eyes aren't threatening to un-convince Robin of his fine-ness.

"Yeah, I'll see you in the morning," he says, and pauses, digging his toes into the tile floor to brace himself. "Have good dreams, love you."

Robin's voice is warm and thready when she replies, the phone doing a bad job of replicating it but he can still imagine she's speaking into his shoulder again.

"Love you too, goodnight Steve."

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He does more crying in the shower, though this time it’s more of a relieved thing.

The little worry in the background of his mind that Robin had said it accidentally earlier is gone – and the larger worry in the front of his mind that he'd somehow ruin their friendship by saying the same thing back at her is gone too.

He's almost excited to get to work tomorrow, though his self esteem hasn't been doing all that great lately, with summer vacation and everyone he went to high school with coming back home from college.

Logically he doesn't care about the judgmental questions and the superior airs they put on, as if surviving another year of schooling could hold a candle to the crazy shit he's survived, but it still like, hurts.

At least the store’s been too busy for them to be scheduled for solo shifts, so he's mostly just working his full day with Robin, and aside from the retail hell of it all, it's been kind of nice just getting to hang out together for hours and hours.

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Robin's too good at reading him, and he regrets his excitement to see her so soon after his weird love induced meltdown on the welcome mat.

"Oh my God, you lied!" She hisses as he takes his place behind the counter, leaning beside her. "Clearly something was wrong last night."

He knows his eyes are slightly fucked up still, but he's had nights of bad sleep that had him looking worse, so he's truly confused for a moment, and lets her know that, his perplexed frown out in full force as she sets her hands on his shoulders.

"C'mon, the puppy dog eyes aren't going to work," she says, squeezing and shaking him a little bit. "You let me think I was an over-worrier! That I was thinking too much. Tell me, Steve."

He sighs, closes his eyes, and wishes desperately they weren't at work for this.

"Any chance of letting me talk about it in eight hours?"

Robin scoffs, and digs her fingers into the meat of his shoulders.

It's probably meant to hurt, but it's a pleasant pressure, his muscles feeling a little sore from all of the tension he’s been carrying.

"No, tell me now before we have to flip the sign," she says, the little crack in her voice betraying her whole pissed off act.

"Fine just. Don't laugh," he says, wondering if it's more pathetic to ask her not to or more pathetic to experience it if she does.

She raises her eyebrows, eyes lasered in on his as he opens them, and she just looks sad.

"It hurt, you know, in the car. I just… I knew something wasn't okay but I had no idea what it was, but I was sure it was something to do with you," she says, subdued.

The soulmates thing gets pretty freaky sometimes, but Steve's heard of this happening to like, identical twins. So why not him and Robin, honestly?

"Sorry," he says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "Just uh, when you. Said you loved me."

Robin winces, loosens her grip on his shoulders.

"Not good?" She asks, and Steve frowns.

"No, it was good," he says quickly, doesn't want her to feel bad for saying it, or worse, take it back. "I'm…"

He thinks about it, the little bright spark in his chest that's been flickering, fighting against all of the heaviness and general stress he's been feeling. It grows a little stronger every time he sees her, and he hopes that one day it can be a proper flame.

"It's just been a while," he whispers, thinks that this isn't fair to even tell her. "Since someone's told me that."

It sounds depressing as hell, and truly, despite whatever his 3AM wallowing would have to say about it, he's been doing fine, has a full enough social calendar with his friends.

"Oh," Robin says, the way it hurts as plain as a clear day on her face. "Well, I love you."

Steve finds himself blinking back tears again, and the smile that sneaks up on him feels like the lightening of a burden, an unpacked suitcase.

"I love you too."

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bewilderedbunny · 2 years

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Weedman pt 2 (Eddie x Reader fluff 18+only!)

2k words of fluff, she/her pronouns/names are used for Reader. Drug use, some slightly self deprecating jokes and mentions of blood and cursing. If I do another chapter it will (hopefully) have smut. I get distracted with dialogue 😞

This bitch definitely has some mistakes in it. I simply do not know how to write 💖 I also hate typing "he said" and "you said" so I apologize if the dialogue is confusing.

Read part 1 here

Credit to @firefly-graphics for the divider 😊

As you stepped out of your shower the following day, the phone began to ring. A moment later, your mom called to you and said, "It's for you!"

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart. It's Eddie." Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Weedman, what's up?"

"Please, Mr. Weedman is my father. You can call me Eddie."

You boo at his joke with a smile.

"Aw, c'mon. Anyway, I was calling because I woke up early. Thought you might want to come by now?"

You look at the clock, it's 10:30am.

"What happened to your beauty sleep?"

"Turns out the real beauty was on the inside, or some shit."

"Guess I could come over now. Hey, how did you get my number anyway?"

"I-uh, I called Robert to thank him for the reference. You know how small businesses are, s'all about networking and word of mouth, and I thought I should thank him for sending you to me. I asked him for your number, strictly for marketing purposes."

"Oh of course! It all makes sense. Well, market away."

He chuckles, "Come get your weed, silly."

You decided on a loosely fitted short sleeve button-up, a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. You say goodbye to your mom and head out the door before she can ask too many questions.

The drive to Eddie's doesn't take more than 5 minutes and once you're parked in front of his trailer you sit for a moment in your car. Biting your nails, you wonder if you've made a mistake by agreeing to come over to a stranger's house for drugs. Two trailers down, an older couple sitting on fold-out lawn chairs stare at you. You give them a thin-lipped smile and wave. Great, at least there are witnesses.

You take a deep breath, get out of your car, and head toward the trailer's front door. You get one knock in before the door swings open and you are met with Eddie. He's wearing a worn-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and jeans with patched-up holes. He is beautiful.

"Scary Metalhead" you might have expected, but his features were so soft and romantic. Like he belonged in an old oil painting.

He gives you a huge, dimpled smile and pulls you in for a hug. Your plug in college barely acknowledged you during your purchases, now here this guy is treating you like an old friend.

"How have you been? It's been a minute since we've seen each other. I like what you've done with your hair, it's so… lustrous."

Shit, maybe you are old friends.

You look down at your hands and reply,

"I've been alright, just going to school. How about you?"

"Oh, you know me. Same old stuff, D&D, my band, finally graduated."

He's leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"From college?"

"No, high school."

Your jaw drops. You're beyond disturbed to learn that you've been flirting with (and planning to buy drugs from) a high schooler.

"How old are you?!"

"I'm 20. Took me a few tries but I got there."

You sigh in relief. You'd rather buy weed from a super-senior than a minor any day.

"Oh, I see. Well, congratulations! That's so exciting."

He lights up, "Yeah? Thanks."

"I gotta be honest, though. I don't remember you." You say sheepishly.

His face twists in pain as he puts one arm against the frame of the door and covers his mouth with the other. He's huffing small, uneven breaths.

"Eddie, I'm sorry, I-"

He cuts you off with a finger and pretends to sniffle, "Just, give me a sec, 'kay? I need time to recuperate."

You laugh and he stands straight.

"That's fine. I'm happy to make a new first impression with you. "

"I am sorry that I don't remember you. If it makes you feel any better, when I was calling around to find a dealer yesterday, I realized that I don't seem to remember anything from high school."

"Neither do I, that's why they kept making me go back." You let out a big laugh and he laughs with you.

"Well, come inside and I'll show you my wares." He leads you into his home. It's a quaint, warm little trailer. A plethora of mugs and hats decorate his walls and there is a small fan blowing at full speed to combat the summer heat.

"A throne for you, madam." he says, gesturing towards the couch. You take a seat and take in the room. "Oh shit, guess I should have your stuff ready." He starts rummaging around the kitchen, then moves to another room. You can hear him mumbling to himself as he searches.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it. I just had it, I know it's here somewhere."

You sit back down and wait for him. You hear a thud followed by a quiet, "fuck" then a "there you are, you little devil." He comes back into the room holding a tin lunch box, how he managed to lose it you have no idea.

He sits down on the other side of the small couch. He pulls out a bag of weed and eyes it over once before opening another bag to steal 2 nuggets from. He puts them into your bag.

"Oh, I really don't need that much."

"You sure? I thought I'd give you extra. Y'know, first time customer discount."

"No, that's okay. The amount that was in there before might even be too much" Eddie's idea of $50 worth of weed was about twice what yours was.

He shrugs and fishes out the two buds and places them back in their bag.

"You always touch your merchandise like that?" You gesture to the bag.

"What? My hands are clean!" He waves his hands in front of your face. They're big and the thickness of his fingers makes you dizzy. You pull yourself together.

"Sir, you just touched every single item in this home while you were looking for your fancy little tin."

"Fancy, huh? Well, yeah. but then I licked 'em so we're good, right?"

You grimace at him and he winks.

"You, uh, need me to teach you to roll?"

You smile at the offer. "No thanks, I got it." Rolling the joint was part of the ritual for you.

He leans back and places his arm around the back of the loveseat. His hand is right behind your shoulder and his legs are spread wide, your knees are barely touching.

"What else have you got planned for the day?"

"I was going to find a place to smoke this since I don't love the idea of smoking at home." You say as you pull out the $50 you owed him.

"I was thinking of going on a walk in the forest or maybe to the lake." You hand him the money and he stuffs it carelessly into his pocket.

"Oh yeah? Well, we don't have the same fancy amenities as the lake or the forest here. But we definitely make up for it in hospitality." He says as he gestures around the room.

"You want me to smoke here?" You ask.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay. I'm never up this early so I really don't have anything else to do." You think for a moment then agree to stay.

He pulls out a grinder and papers from the tin. As he does, you take a peak and see a couple of small bags of weed, a lighter, and a few loose pretzels scattered along the bottom of the box.

"Wait, are you just letting me smoke here so you can sample your own product and get paid for it?"

"Shit, you caught me." He laughs as he takes out the money you gave him earlier and places it on the table.

"Since you're such a little detective, I'll let you pay after."

He picks apart a bud and drops the pieces into the grinder. Watching his hands twist back and forth to break the flower down is mesmerizing. Once it's ready, you grab a rolling paper and carefully line it. You shape and delicately roll the joint until it is ready, then softly lick it closed.

Once it's ready, you look back to Eddie who is staring at you in awe.

"Shit, I may need you to teach me to roll. Mine never look like that."

"Why did you offer to teach me if you can't roll?" You ask.

"I can roll, okay? They're just not usually so… smooth."

"Oh my god, do you teach your customers to make lumpy joints so they waste product and come back sooner? You evil genius."

He blushes and raises his hands, "Look at you, figuring out all my schemes. Smart girl." You feel warmth in your cheeks as he speaks. He leans forward to you, the eye contact is almost too much to bear.

"Seriously, though. Will you show me?"

You grab a paper and place it in his hands and dust an even line of flower for him. You lean into his side and explain to take your time and shape the joint as you go. His tongue peeks out to touch his top lip as he concentrates. Once it's rolled up, he looks at you, awaiting instructions.

"Looks good! Gotta lick it now. Just like with your hands, remember?" He huffs out a laugh and licks the joint closed.

"Perfect!" You exclaim.

"It is pretty perfect. Think I should hang it on the fridge for my uncle to see when he gets home?"

"I'm sure he'll be so proud."

He grabs his lighter and holds the joint up to your lips. "Shouldn't we smoke the one I'm paying for?"

"Nah, this is me paying you back for your demonstration."

Once the spliff is between your lips, he lights it for you. You take a deep inhale and feel a tickle in your throat on exhale. You turn away from him as you cough a bit and he gently pats your back.

You compose yourself and hand him the joint. He takes a puff and you two pass it back and forth for a bit. Your brain starts feeling fuzzy as you stare at his lips. They're all pink and pillowy, begging to be kissed.

He notices you staring and takes the joint from you. "Think you've had enough, Teach."

You lean back into the couch and rest your eyes. The whir of the fan is soothing to your ears and your body feels warm and calm. You feel Eddie move next to you.

"You fallin' asleep on me?" He asks.

You peek an eye open at him, his back is against the arm of the couch, one leg is tucked underneath the other and he's resting his head in his hand.

"Not yet." You slip off your shoes, turn to face him and tuck your knees to your chest.

"So if my math is correct, you're 20, and I'm 21 that means I graduated your Junior year. Did we have classes together?" You rub little circles on your shorts, enjoying the texture in your heightened state.

"Uh yeah. We kinda had one." he rubs his face and furrows his brows. "You were the TA for Mrs. Baker's US History class my sophomore year."

You think back to the class, racking your brain for any memories. Most of your duties as the teacher's assistant were to clean the chalkboard, gather supplies for assignments, and grade papers.

Then it dawns on you and your eyes widen.

"Eddie! You would always draw on your worksheets and assignments! Little skulls and monsters. I do remember you!"

He smiles and bashfully hides his face.

"You do remember me. They weren't monsters, by the way. They were portraits of Mrs. Baker."

You snort, from what you remember they were usually dragons and wretched beasts.

"God, she did not see your vision." You remember the middle-aged woman complaining to you about the doodles and threatening to mark down Eddie's grade if he kept them up (which he obviously did)

"You should've seen what I drew on my actual tests."

"Oh, God. Blood and guts and tits?"

He giggles which makes you giggle.

"No tits but damn, could you imagine if I did? I think she would have called the police."

"Or a priest."

You two continue your tee-heeing for a bit. At one point, you've both been laughing so long that that makes you laugh. It's ridiculous, you've got tears in your eyes and Eddie is cackling. At some point his hand found it's way to your ankle and he rubs little circles with his thumb.

Thanks for reading! 💗

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