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doyumacy · 3 years

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FALLOUT |LH| ONE

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SUMMARY: You, at such young age made your way in business becoming a successful one. With that a lot of jealousy and rivalry came. Your mother finally convinces you to hire a team of security just in case someone tried to hurt you. And that’s when Donghyuck becomes your personal bodyguard, following you everywhere you go. You don’t mind at all since you find him very entertaining and nice. What you don’t know is that he’s the one that has been hired to keep you close and kill you.

PAIRING: reader x bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin and taeyong. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut, violence, angst

WORD COUNT: 2,8K

7 am. Wake up, take a shower, have breakfast and rush to the office. That was your daily routine and you were used to it. But no that morning. You were getting ready to go to your interview with the TIME Magazine. They were working on an article that would be called “Women Under 30 Are Leading the Pack in Entrepreneurship and Innovation.”

4 years ago, you’d wake up around 9, get ready to go to class and have lunch with your friends, but how does time change, right? Now you were a CEO of your own company with no time for your friends or even yourself. It’s not like you hated it, you liked being a CEO and being recognised by your hard work. It made you proud and wanted to show people that if you really want something and if you work hard for it, you’ll get it.

At the main entrance, you were greeted by the staff and one of them guided you to the room where they interviewed you and took some pictures of you.

That wasn’t your first interview, but you couldn’t feel nervous because you wanted to say the right words to encourage other people.

...

“Lia, I will be back in ten minutes. Can you sort this papers out on my desk?“

“Okay, Boss.”

It was a beautiful sunny day and the office was busy as usual. You were reading the contract at the table trying to get some order into them when the door opened. Nobody just walked into your office without knocking, so of course it had to be…

“Hi mom...” you greeted her.

“Hi sweetheart,” she smirked at you. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” you nodded and placed the papers on the table, “what brings you here, mom?”

“I can’t visit my beautiful daughter?” She put her right hand on her chest.

You giggled. “Of course you can, but I’d love you to call me first.”

You stood and walked towards her, hugging her. “You want some coffee? Water?”

“I’m fine, darling. I just had brunch with a friend,” she smiled and sat in one of the chairs in front of your desk. “Speaking of which, she told me something that got me really upset at you.”

“Why?” You frowned and sat in front of her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re getting death threats, (Y/N)?” She looked at you.

You sighed. “Because they don’t matter. You know I don’t pay attention to that. It’s pointless.”

“We’re not talking about hate comments, (Y/N). Someone is threatening you with killing you.”

“Mom, you don’t have to w-“

“Of course I can, and I will. That’s why I contacted an old friend who used to be the Prime Minister’s bodyguard. He’s gonna meet you tomorrow,” she informed you.

“Tomorrow I can’t, I have a meeting.”

“Then you better make some space or you’ll be seeing me here everyday,” your mom smiled. “This is serious. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You’re my baby.”

“I can take care of myself, mom. Please, I don’t want a full team of bodyguards,” you sighed.

“You will only have 2 and you won’t even notice they’re there,” she said and placed a hand on yours. “Please.”

You stared at her for a couple of seconds and then sighed, nodding. “Okay, fine. But it’s temporary.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Later that day, after going home you went to the supermarket to get some groceries and went home. You loved cooking, but you weren’t exactly the tidiest when it came to prepare your delicious meals.

After you ate, you checked your email and realised that your mom’s friend had sent you a file with the two people that would be working with you. Somehow you expected an army of people and that annoyed you, but you thought you could with two people. You didn’t even bother to check the profiles since you knew what their work would be.

You closed your laptop and went to your bedroom. Sometimes you thought your life was boring because you barely talked to someone else. Your last relationship didn’t end well and you were still a little bit hesitant to know someone else. Or scared.

And friends? You didn’t have many, but Lena, Taeyong and Jaemin were always there for you. And so were you.

You knew Lena since you were a toddler, your mother was good friends with her parents and you two got along very well. You met Taeyong in high school when you were trying to find the science room and since he was a senior, he helped you. Everyone used to think Taeyong and you dated, but in fact, you never loved Taeyong that way. You saw him as your older brother and he as his younger sister. And last but not least, you met Jaemin through Taeyong.

At first both of you didn’t get along well since he was all an extrovert and didn’t quite understand you were a little introverted, but he with time understood and stopped forcing you. Then you became the crackheads of the group, always laughing and going out and sometimes getting drunk.

You loved college days.

And love? You met Jaehyun during your first year of college, he was in your economics class and you couldn’t help yourself falling for him. He was charming, funny and so handsome.

Jaehyun was your first everything: your first love, your first boyfriend, your first kiss and the first guy that broke your heart.

You two dated for almost 2 years, but ended when he told you he didn’t love you anymore and didn’t want to hurt you and left.

Months after that, you took the opportunity to go as an exchange student to Japan where you met Yuta. You were never a thing, but both of you had feelings for each other but never went official since you would stay there only for 6 months.

You came back to Korea and graduated, and had no time for love since you were too busy starting your business. But Yuta would come on business trips to Korea sometimes and meet you.

But the last time you saw him was a year ago.

The next morning, a tall man showed up to your office holding a black folder. Everything about him was intimidating and you knew he was your mom’s friend.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/L/N). I’m Kim Hyunwoo,” he extended his hand.

“Hi,” you greeted and you shook hands with him. “Yeah, I’ve heard about you. Please sit.”

“Thanks,” he said and sat in one of the black chairs in front of your desk. “I sent you an email yesterday, did you read it?”

“I saw it, but didn’t read it. Sorry,” you apologised.

“It’s okay, that's why I brought this,” he placed the black folder on the desk and tossed it to you. “These are the files of the people that will be working with you.”

“Why is it important to check them out? I mean, they’ll be around me 24/7.”

“Because I want you to know their abilities and their tasks.”

You sighed and grabbed the folder opening it. You saw the first man around his 30’s, no emotions showed in his face. Kang Sungho. According to his file he was specialised in driving and trained in evasive driving techniques, such as executing short-radius turns to change the direction of the vehicle, high-speed cornering, and so on.

You passed the next page and saw a picture of a man with tanned golden skin, brown hair and dark eyes. He looked intimidating. He was trained in pretty much everything, from every type of knife to every type of gun.

Impressive.

Suddenly, the door from your office opened and the air left your lungs momentarily when his eyes met yours, dark and calculating. You expected him to offer you a polite smile as most people do, but his face remained in a stern mask. You somehow prayed he wouldn’t be your bodyguard because the less thing you needed was a distraction.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” the voice of your Hyunwoo forced you to switch your gaze to him and you shoot him a questioning look. “This is Lee Donghyuck” the boy nodded slightly in your direction at the mention of his name, “he’s your new personal bodyguard.”

You couldn't help but let your eyebrows raise comically. The world somehow hated you.

“You would not even know I’m here, Miss,” Donghyuck said.

You nodded.

Donghyuck awoke to the steady patter of rain upon his window, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. He realised he had awoken up ten minutes before his set alarm, which made him grumble.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, took a cold shower and after that, Donghyuck put on a black pants and before putting the white shirt, he put on a bulletproof vest making him look thicker and then continued with a white interior t-shirt, a white shirt, put on his tie adjusting it and lastly, he slipped on the black jacket.

Donghyuck gave himself a quick look in the mirror and sighed. He placed his hands on the countertop and asked how did he end in that position?

Yes, he was an assassin.

No, he didn't kill women.

But the money he was offered to do so was such a big amount that was almost repulsive. And he needed the money.

Donghyuck had never pretended to be someone else before, he just showed up and took down his task and then left. Now he was stuck with some random woman and follow her until she was in love with him and kill her in the worst way.

What was with people these days? He didn't want to know.

Jeno was already awake and had made breakfast, “you gotta eat well today in case you die protecting your boss,“ he joked and sat down in front of him.

Donghyuck and Jeno had known each other for many years and were roommates. There was kindness in his smile, a good man. He knew what ‘Haechan’ did for a living, but decided to ignore it since he rather thought his friend was also a good man.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “I cant believe I'm doing this.”

“You can't still say no, you know?” Jeno looked at him.

“I know, but I need the money,” Donghyuck said and had a sip of coffee, “I will retire after this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don't wanna do this anymore,” Donghyuck shrugged.

“Well, then get the job done and get those millions,” Jeno said and then shook his head, “that sounded awful. Ignore it.”

Donghyuck laughed. “Are you sure you don't wanna work with me?”

“One hundred percent.”

…

A perfectly collected black-haired woman, dressed in a skirt under her white knee and a pale pink blouse appeared in the room. "Good morning, you must be Lee Donghyuck, right?" She asked kindly.

"Yes," Donghyuck replied, "Hello, you are....?"

"I'm Yun Somin, Kim Hyunwoo personal assistant," she smiled nicely. “You’re the new bodyguard we hired a few days ago.”

"Nice to meet you,” Donghyuck expressed.

“Please, come with me so I can give you your equipment,“ Somin said.

Donghyuck followed her to a room that was an office painted beige and champagne, and it had only one wall-sized window, which faced the buildings. On the dark brown desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was behind the dark brown desk.

Somin opened a desk drawer and pulled out a black box that contained a small stainless steel knife, a Beretta Px4 Storm and finally a earphone for a walkie-talkie.

Donghyuck put the earphone on his ear and the walkie-talkie on the waist band. He put the gun away by placing it on the waist band as well and the knife inside the inner jacket pocket.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s codename is Sunflower. Whenever you’re public, that’s the name you’ll use,“ Somin informed.

Donghyuck nodded, “Sunflower. Got it.“

Somin opened the door for him and let him in. You were if anything was better looking than Donghyuck expected. Your face told of a leaned body beneath your wintry garb and your expression was serious but not unkind.

You were hot.

Fuck. Donghyuck thought. He was so screwed.

“You would not even know I’m here, Miss,” Donghyuck said.

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Well, let's keep going. We have a long day coming,“You said, walking to the door.

Donghyuck walked behind you and raised his arm above his mouth and spoke into the mic, “Sunflower's going out.“

…

You were the smile, or at least that was what Donghyuck thought of you. Everything about you was a soft and understated joy as you greeted each person at every event. You really cared about the people and their interest and could see in your eyes your uprightness. People loved you and Donghyuck didn't quite understand why someone wanted you dead. Your kindness couldnt be the reason, could it?

“So, Donghyuck, what do you think?”

He turned back to Sungho. “She's different from every shark out there. Yeah, I’ll bet they’re lining up to off her.”

“Well, someone’s been sending some pretty disturbing emails. The NIS can’t pin the guy down.”

“They’ll find them.“ Donghyuck addressed.

The eventful day was over. You all spent the day going to different meetings with several people. You were exhausted but you were happy to see your friend Taeyong, after not seeing him for almost two months.

The black car stopped at a red light and you took the opportunity to take out your phone and reply to some text messages. You realised Donghyuck was looking at you and Donghyuck quickly looked straight ahead. “So, Donghyuck? You have been doing this for so long?”

“Not really, ma’am,“ he responded.

You considered him. He didn’t look like his concept of a bodyguard, big and beefy. He wasn't that tall. Slimy built, with a very attractive face, enigmatic yet intelligent dark eyes and dark hair. “And what did you do before?”

“I… used to train some people at a boxing gym,“ Donghycuk lied.

“Cool,” you smiled. “Maybe you could show me some movements.”

You quickly regretted saying that because of how red your cheeks got. Donghyuck smirked without looking at you.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Donghyuck got out of the car and opened the door for you and you entered the restaurant with him following you.

"Sunflower's in," He spoke into the mic.

A young woman, with loose hair dressed all in black, took you to the restaurant's private lounge, where Taeyong was already waiting for you.

You hugged your friend and smiled, "The Bahamas suited you."

"Thank you, Woman-Under-30-Leading-the-Pack-in-Entrepreneurship-and-Innovation" Taeyong beamed and looked at Donghyuck, who stood with his back to you right at the glass door, "who is he?"

You looked at Donghyuck and spoke as you sat down, "It's my personal bodyguard."

“Why do you have a personal bodyguard? Did something happen? ” He asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, everything’s fine," you calmed him down and grabbed the menu, opening it.

He sat in front of you and still looked worried, “how do you want me to be calm? Something is going on and you don't want to tell me. "

You smirked a little and shook your head, "really, Taeyong, everything is under control. There’s nothing to be concerned about.“

Taeyong sighed and nodded, "Okay, I will believe in your words."

You smiled satisfied and began to read the menu. Taeyong did the same. Jaemin stood in front of the door of the restaurant's private lounge but Donghyuck prevented him from entering.

"Identify," Donghyuck demanded, looking at him.

"Na Jaemin, owner and chef of this restaurant," he replied, frowning, "who are you?"

Before Donghyuck responded, you opened the door and looked at Jaemin, “I'm sorry, he's my new bodyguard. Lee Donghyuck, all right, he will have dinner with us too. "

Donghyuck nodded, “understood. Enjoy your meal, guys. "

“Thank you,“ Taeyong responded as Donghyuck closed the door.

“I can't believe the two most influential people of Korea are here in my restaurant,“ Jaemin joked as he sat.

You chuckled, “let’s see if it’s as good as people say.“

…

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as Sungho drove onwards. You watched the raindrops race down to the windows. You had been with Taeyong and Jaemin for almost three hours, and now you were on your way to your house.

"Sorry for staying there for a long time, you haven't even eaten," you apologised.

“It’s fine, ma’am. It's our job,“ Donghyuck replied.

“You can call me (Y/N). We’re almost the same age,“ You said

“Even so, you’re my boss. It’s not right,“ he responded.

You chuckled and looked at him in the rearview mirror, "Well, then as your boss, I order it to you."

Donghyuck smiled and you noticed it, “I'll try it.“

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Worship me- Chapter.1

Worship me- Chapter 1.

word count- 3.3k

Summary: Harry is the typical bad boy in town, and Y/n is an innocent Catholic school girl, with a few skeletons in her closet

Warnings: mentions of abusive family, arranged marriage, some major angst and triggering themes

(this in no way is meant to be offensive, I grew up catholic and in a very bad household it was very toxic and detrimental to my health mentally and physically and I endured a lot of harm from the hands of the catholic church. But please remember that is only my experience and I support anyone with whatever religion they chose to practice, and please keep in mind this is fiction and meant to be taken as such. Xoxo H)

The sun was just reaching it’s full peak as Y/n finished putting on her school uniform, she always hated how early she had to get up for school and it didn’t help her parents forced her to get up at 4:30 each morning to pray and read the page of the bible her father had picked out for the day. So, by 6:30 she was already knuckling at her eyes while buckling her black Mary Janes and rushing out the door with an empty stomach since her mother always said ‘fasting in the morning showed devotion to god’ which she truly didn’t understand. She didn’t understand a lot of the things her parents pushed on her and her siblings, some of it even scared her but she knew better than to open her mouth about it, she knew all she’d get in return is a tongue lashing and her faced shoved into a bible while she got spanked by her father. She found herself growing more and more scared as she grew older, her home seemed to get more hostile as the days went by but to her it was normal, it’s all she ever knew so she never questioned the things her parents groomed her for.

She tried not to drag her feet on the sidewalk while she made her way towards her school, she knew it would scoff her school shoes and her mother got very angry the last time she came home with scarred leather on the toes. Y/n truly felt exhausted today, she felt sad, tired, a bit overwhelmed and very hungry since she wasn’t allowed any food after 6 in the evening and then she had to withhold breakfast from herself in honor of god. She was really starting to feel the negative affects of some of these practices, her body getting thinner, her energy dropping quickly and the shivers and headaches were constant. Yet she kept her mouth shut, because ‘That’s what nice girls do’, and y/n didn’t want to be bad she wanted to be praised, she wanted to be adored and loved. But no matter how submissive she is to her parents; she never seems to get any of what she needs. She even kept track in her diary of how many days it had been since someone told her they loved her, today marks day 128.

She could barely hear the chatter of her peers as she made her way through the corridor, her head was already beginning to pound in her temples and her exhaustion was like a weighted blanket draped over her. She didn’t realize she was walking straight into the wall until she felt a palm press against her forehead stopping her from smacking her head into it, her knees still knocked into the navy blue tiles that decorated the bottom half of the walls causing a small ‘umph’ to escape her lips as she shifted her sleepy eyes to the person attached to the hand. There she saw Harry, his left eyebrow was raised slightly in a questioned manner while he looked down at her.

Y/n knew Harry, they were friendly with each other and she really liked him. He was the only person who really payed her any mind, and while she knew he was a bit of a trouble maker he was always kind to her. They shared a science and English class together, their desks lined up next to each other in the cramped classrooms of her private school always making their knees knock together and elbows to push each other’s work off the desks by accident, something rather annoying but the pair got along well enough it never caused his notorious attitude to flare up.

“You okay? Walkin’ like a zombie today kid.” He popped his gum between his teeth loudly, making her eyes blink on reflex before she brought her palms up to rub them slightly. “I’m really tired…sorry I didn’t mean to bother you”. Harry had no idea why she was apologizing, but he noticed it’s something she did a lot. Even when there was nothing to be sorry for and it always made him feel a bit sad, it was odd to him since the usually group of friends he hung with was very much the rough and tumble, unapologetic type.

“What are ya’ talkin’ about? Didn’t bother me, was making sure you didn’t hurt yourself, love.” While Harry was not a soft or sweet kid typically, he was always gentle with the girl. He called her pet names a lot and tried to keep his usual rough tone out of his mouth while he spoke to her. She was a sweetheart and he truly appreciated how pure her aura and personality is and he never wanted to do anything to jeopardize that. It was rare for him to ever be around a positive person if he’s being honest.

She simply shrugged and nodded, a yawn escaping her mouth before she looked up at him with hooded eyes, his own narrowing a bit just having a gut feeling something was off. She looked frail almost, he’s never seen her look dull and he didn’t like it. He was used to her being warm and bubbly, so seeing her look so down made his jaw clench. “Hey, look at me Y/n. What’s wrong? Can tell somethings up, want to talk to m’ about it?” her eyes seemed to glaze over a bit at his proposition, she wanted to talk about it but she knew she couldn’t. Her parents had forced into her mind that if she opened her mouth and told people about her feelings or things that went on at home, that god would hate her and she was scared of that. She was too deep in their game to see her parents would be the ones under gods harsh gaze, not her.

So she fought against the thoughts begging to be verbalized and gently shook her head, “No no, it’s okay…we have mass in a few minutes. Wouldn’t have time to talk anyway…it’s alright.” She shot his idea down, which concerned him further but he let it be, listening intently as she spoke again. “C-could I have a hug?” she was shy, she knew her parents would be very angry if they found out she had been alone with a boy, let alone having any physical contact even as simple as a hug or a high five. She hated that rule, and right now she knew the chances of her getting in trouble so she took the chance. She could feel her nerves prick her palms as he waited for his response, yet she felt a bit relieved as he opened his arms and let her press herself into him. She noticed a sense of security warm her while his broad arms hugged her small figure, he stroked her back slightly frowning to himself when he could feel her spine against his thumbs. Only then did he notice how thin she seemed to become since he first met her when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore last year, the girl one year his junior seemed to be shrinking instead of growing which made him a bit alarmed but he knew it wasn’t a good time to pry. Even as calloused as he is emotionally, he still has the ability to read people and what they need so he decided to just give her the comfort she requested, keeping a protective palm resting on her back as he walked into the school’s chapel with her.

Harry loathed the Catholic school his mother forced him to attend, he wasn’t exactly a bible thumper like the nuns and teachers that were breathing down his neck 6 hours out of his day. He didn’t like how the priest looked at his female classmates, or how they used the idea of God to scare people into submission rather then painting him as a warm, forgiving figure that he really should be made out to be. The only reason Harry was still attending the hellish school was because it made his mother happy and feel like her son was safe, and staying out of trouble for at least a good chunk of the day. Harry loved his mother; he knew she wasn’t fond of the trouble maker reputation he seemed to make for himself as he grew into young adulthood. And so, he did her the solid of attending and giving her some peace of mind.

Harry made sure to go into the same pew as Y/n letting out a grunt as he leaned down to his knees on the small padded strip meant to help their knees not hurt as bad yet it did very little to create a barrio between his knee caps and the hard floor beneath.

He mumbled a snarky ‘I’m not the one usually on my knees’ to himself, getting a glare from one of the nuns walking down the aisle doing a head count for student attendance but he only flipped the bird to her when her back was turned. Y/n was struggling to keep her head from resting on the pew in front of her, she was truly struggling to stay awake at this point finding herself jolting a bit every few seconds as she started drifting off, only able to fully get her composure when the head priests voice boomed through the speakers in the chapel, making her flinch and assume her earlier position while he read out a few verses, instructing them to bow their heads and pray along with him. Harry of course mocked the priest while Y/n robotically followed along as much as she didn’t want to, she was too sad to think about the weight of the words from the sacred book and her knees were aching yet she was too afraid to not say it, the fear crawling up her spine when she thought about what her parents would do if they found out she didn’t recite the prayer with her peers.

Somehow Y/n managed to make it through her four class periods, she admittedly had retained nothing she was taught that day and by this point it was 2 in the afternoon and her head was pounding so bad she thought her skull might crack and her brain would eject itself in protest to her lack of hydration and nutrients coming in. she was in agony, and Harry hadn’t left her alone all day because he could read her like a book. To be honest he was scared she might keel over and die from how unwell she looked, and so he caught up to her while she was walking out of the school snagging her elbow, eyes watching as she barely responded to his sudden grasp and shifting so he was facing her. “Hey, hey love let me drive you home. I’m not taking no for an answer you look like you’re going to pass out.”

Y/n was too tired to fight, so she allowed herself to be guided to his car and put into his passenger seat. She smiled slightly with droopy eyes when he buckled her seatbelt for her, softly closing her door walking around the car to get into his place behind the wheel.

A soft grumble emited from her stomach, catching both of their attention and causing her cheeks to blush slightly, “ ‘m sorry, I’m a bit hungry..” Harry nodded while fumbling with his keys, “when’s the last time you ate?” she hesitated for a beat before deciding to be honest, “Lunch yesterday…didn’t have dinner and my parents make me fast every morning so I haven’t eaten.” The boy snapped his heads towards her, eyes widening and heart starting to beat faster in worry “Wait, really? So you haven’t eaten in-“ he paused to do the math in his head, they eat lunch at 11am while at school so now at half past two it had been a really long fucking time. “- 26 hours? Oh god, Y/n that’s not good, that’s not healthy. Here I have some water and a few protein bars left over from practice yesterday.” He popped the glove box open to pull out his snacks, handing two bars to her and grabbing his water bottle from the cup holder to hand to her, cracking it open for her and holding it for her, tipping it against her sleepy lips, seeing as her hands were shaking just holding the cereal bars he didn’t want her to accidently slosh the water all over herself. “thank you” her voice was quiet, but he heard it letting her drink a few more sips before she started to slowly eat the bar, her eyes closed and head resting against the window as she chewed with all the energy she had left. “You not sleeping either?” Y/n shook her head “Not really, have to get up at 4 every morning…went to sleep at 1, so I only got 3 hours…I feel like I’m gonna pass out. I really don’t feel good Harry”

Before he even turned the car on, he was making a mad dash to hold a rouge plastic bag under her chin while she spewed up the food she’d just eaten. He guesses since she hasn’t eaten in so long, the snacks upset her sensitive stomach. Y/n whimpered when the stomach bile forced it’s way out of her mouth into the bag the burning waking her up a bit and causing her to choke on it a bit. Harry didn’t make fun of her like she thought, she fully expected him to kick her out of his car and she wouldn’t blame him. She felt horrible, and very embarrassed yet he kept one hand holding the bag and the other used to tip her forwards do he can rub and pat her back keeping her from aspirating the vomit giving her gentle comforting words while he fished a napkin out of the console to wipe her mouth for her. “It’s alright kid, get it out. Stomach is upset huh? You feel warm too, jeez Y/n I’m sorry you’re not feeling good. How about I stop and get you a ginger ale and take ya’ home so you can get some rest?” she nodded slowly letting a few tears spill over her waterline only to be dried by another tissue held in Harry’s hand. “It’s alright, don’t gotta cry you’ll be okay I promise.”

Harry kept true to his word, getting her a soda and taking her home giving her his number so she could text him if she needed him. Y/n tucked the slip of paper in her sock before exiting the car, she didn’t want her parents to take it from her so she made sure to hide it. “Thank you, I’m sorry your car smells like puke now..” Harry chuckled a bit “It’s alright, it’s smelled worse before. Not exactly the cleanest car in town hon”

The banter was soon finished as he dropped her off, driving off leaving Y/n to go back in her home. Greeting her parents before telling them she wasn’t feeling well and heading upstairs to take a nap finishing the remainder of her soft drink as she tucked herself under her blankets letting herself drift off.

When she woke up, it was nearly 10pm and she still felt like she needed a year long slumber to recover, but she knew she didn’t have a chance since her mother had woken her up to do her nightly hour of praying. She was beginning to hate the night routine; it was painful and tiring and she felt vulnerable and small.

When her father noticed her sluggishness he took it as disrespect, not having a care as he yanked his daughter by her underarm to stand bringing her downstairs harshly tossing her onto the couch. He gave no regard to her tears as he screamed at the girl, telling her horrible things and forcing her to hold her knuckles out for him to crack a ruler down on. She had bitten into her cheeks so harshly trying to stop the sobs that she could taste the blood in her mouth, but she didn’t dare speak as she took her punishment. She didn’t understand why he was giving her such a harsh treatment when she hadn’t done anything wrong but none the less she internalized it and made herself believe she deserved it.

“How many times do I have to tell you to sit up straight?! How many times do I have to beat it into you?! You think any man is going to want you when you’re such a sloppy disrespectful girl? You bring shame onto this family Y/n!”

Y/n didn’t miss the bile rising in her throat as her father used an arranged marriage- one she didn’t even want- to guilt her into submission. Her father believed in marrying his daughters off young, usually for a hefty payment. He’d done it to her two older sisters, Alexis when she was 15, and Cassidy when she was merely 13 years old. It wasn’t legal marriage by any means, but the girls didn’t know that. The men her dad basically sold his children to were predators but of course Y/n was made to believe it was normal for her dad to marrying her off to a man 20 years older than her. ‘Gods plan’ he called it, but it was scary to her. she didn’t want it, it made her feel violently ill thinking about having to marry a older man who always made her very uncomfortable when her dad would bring her to meet them. The way they looked at her gave her chills, the requests they made regarding her purity, the services she’d provide them with, it made her feel so objectified she sometimes wished to not wake up some mornings so she didn’t have to feel like she’s one day closer to her fate of being a predators indentured servant, used as a pawn and play thing.

The one time she had hinted she didn’t want to be married off, her mother denied her food for 3 days and made her take cold baths to ‘cleanse her’ of her ‘greedy wants’. Y/n truly felt terrified, she was shaking in front of her father while her brain was going into fight of flight. Her feet raced up the steps when her father dismissed her, and as she locked her bedroom door she remembered the slip of paper in her sock.

She knew the risks of reaching out to Harry, her parents knew of the boy. Everyone in town did, hard to forget a street brawling, angsty teenage boy who has been caught more than once by neighbors shit faced drunk or smoking weed with his friends and of course it caused floods of gossip through the rather conservative community yet she decided the risk was worth it if it gave her a sliver of hope to escape the nightmare she felt she was in.

Her fingers gripped her phone tightly as she typed in his number, writing him a text

‘Harry, it’s Y/n are you awake?”

His response was quick, maybe 30 seconds after she’d sent hers

‘yea, what’s up? You alright? Feeling better?’

A fresh wave of tears were building in her eyes, shaky fingers typing out her next message

‘no, Harry please help me. I’m scared please.’

#harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles series #harry styles comfort #harry styles fanfic #harry styles concept #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #badboy!harry

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miss-melon · 3 years

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Unconditional Love pt. 1

(Rantaro Amami x Depressed! Reader)

‼️TW: Depression‼️

You and Rantaro met during your sophomore year in high school, he was new to the school and he was put into your science class.

“Ah! Rantaro Amami isn’t it? Feel free to grab any seat you like!”

When you heard there was a new kid in your class, you didn’t really think much of it, you just sat at your desk doodling in your notebook until all of a sudden, your doodling was interrupted by someone’s voice.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You look up and see a very tall and handsome young man with beautiful green hair and even more beautiful green eyes looking down at you. Who were you to deny his request?

“Not at all!” You say as you clear your backpack off the desk next to yours.

“Thanks, the name’s Rantaro Amami, yours?”

“Y/N L/N, nice to meet you!”

The two of you became really good friends, and overtime, after spending a lot of time together, the two of you began a relationship. Rantaro was the sweetest boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for, you told eachother everything. He knew your favorite foods, TV shows, movies, music. He even knew about your depression, which is something that you didn’t share with just anyone.

Fast forward four years and the two of you have graduated high school, and are now living together, and tonight was one of those nights, the ones where the self-deprecating thoughts ate away at your very being.

“You don’t deserve him. He should’ve just picked someone else. You managed to get the best guy in the world and you still have the audacity to feel like shit? Pathetic.”

Those damaging thoughts plagued your mind every single day. No matter what you did, you could never get them to leave. All you could do was sit down on your bed and let the thoughts sink deeper into your brain, cutting at your self-worth evermore.

That is, until you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“Hey Y/N! Sorry I’m home late, work was pretty hectic.”

That deep yet soft voice, it could only belong to your boyfriend, Rantaro.

“Come in.” You said with a weak voice. Rantaro instantly knew something was wrong as he quickly opened the door and noticed you sitting on the bed with your head hung low, tears running down your face. Rantaro’s protective brotherly instincts took over as he sat next to you.

“Hey love, what’s the matter?” He said in a very soft and gentle tone. You looked at him and seeing his beautiful green eyes filled with concern only made you feel worse, you genuinely felt disgusted with yourself for making him worry about you. But now that he was worried, you knew you couldn’t just respond by saying that nothing was wrong. He never believed that excuse anyway, he knew you better than anyone.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking.”

“Thinking about what hun?” Rantaro draped his long arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to him until your head was leaning against him.

“Just... thinking about how...” You didn’t want to finish that sentence, you really didn’t, but when you looked up at your loving boyfriend who was patiently waiting for you to express your thoughts, you noticed his face, and how concerned he looked. Then you broke down.

“Rantaro I- I don’t know why you bother to cater to my every need and want, I can’t even appreciate it by being happy with my life, you deserve someone who can love you in a way that you deserve, not in a way that will only hold you back.” You couldn’t stop crying, you didn’t even cry that often, but right now you needed to get it all out. You’ve been holding all these negative thoughts in your head for so long that your body needed to release them.

Seeing you like this genuinely broke Rantaro’s heart, all he wants is for you to feel as perfect as he sees you.

“Aw sugar, you don’t ever need to worry about holding me back, if anything, you’re my motivation to keep going forward.” You looked at Rantaro, this man had so much love in his heart and he was giving it all to you. He picked you up and sat you in his lap with you facing him, he began to rub your back comfortingly as he started to whisper to you.

“To be honest, I don’t think I deserve you sometimes. You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, when you said that you loved me for the first time, it was legitimately the happiest moment of my entire life, you are my whole world, I would do anything for you in a millisecond without any hesitation or second thoughts. You deserve all the love you can handle and then some, and I’m gonna make sure I give it to you until the day I die. That’s what you’ve always done for me, and I would feel horrible if I couldn’t do the same for you”

You were at a loss for words, you knew Rantaro loved you unconditionally, but to hear him say it like that made you cry even more, but not from sadness. Your passionate love for this man who had the same passionate love for you stirred up so many complicated emotions that couldn’t be expressed in words. So you cried, you cried and cried and cried, and all the while, Rantaro was rubbing your back and whispering sweet words into your ear in his deep, soothing voice until eventually, you fell asleep in his gentle, loving arms.

“I know it won’t get better overnight, but I’m going to make sure to keep reminding you how amazing you really are, and I won’t stop until you believe it too. Sweet dreams Y/N, I love you to the moon and back.” After cradling you for another 30 minutes or so, he gave you a soft kiss on the head as he drifted off to sleep, still holding you in his arms, and loving every second of it.

THE END

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This was a nice one to write, as someone who struggles with depression myself, I find comfort in stories like these. I hope this can maybe help some of you feel better if you’re having a rough day, and if any of you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, I will always be here to listen!

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagine #rantaro amami #rantaro amami x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa

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writing-of-ongoing-life-crisis · 2 years

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Sleep deprived college student vibes. Lowkey inspired by post: “Cassandra grey, more like Cassandra Gay.. aha *passes out*” that post spoke to me on a spiritual level.

At this point my computer screen is just a blur of text my brain can no longer comprehend. I’m torn between making a cup of coffee and giving up on the idea of sleep, or just going to bed and damn whatever grade I get on the final. Can I really afford to do poorly on the final? God, why did I wait until today to start studying. There are papers scattered all around me, some with scribbles of half-solved math equations, some with notes on the laws of physics, others with random notes that I don’t even remember the purpose of anymore. I close my laptop for the moment and let the darkness encase me. My eyes sting from being awake for too long, and my brain is running on empty. I’ll just rest my eyes for a second, then I will go back to studying. Just for a second.

The sun shining in my eyes woke me up. I have no idea how long I have been asleep for. I rub my eyes and stretch, stifling a yawn. When it dawns on me that I am still on the floor in front of my closed laptop I panic. I turn on my phone to check the time. I have about an hour before I have to take my exam. I scramble to pick up all of the stray papers, realize that my computer is dead, plug that in, drop the papers, cry. I don’t actually cry, but I really want to. I gather the papers up again and put them in a folder. I probably won’t have time to review any of my written notes before the test, but I put them in my bag just in case. If my computer weren’t dead I would take that with me too, but it will take too long to charge and I have most of my notes written on paper anyway. Most of them. Throwing the rest of my stuff in my bag, I grab an apple on my way out the door. I have to walk to class which will take at least 30 minutes.

By the time I get to the science building I only have 15 minutes before the exam papers will be handed out. I sit down in the hallway outside the testing room and look through my notes in a last-ditch effort to cram some knowledge in my brain. Other people start arriving and we are all told to check in and put our bags away to prevent cheating.

When I sit down at my designated seat, my heart is in my throat - equal parts fear of failure, and the fact that I am still exhausted from last night. Last night is maybe a lie, I studied into the small hours of the morning, really I’m tired from this morning. This thought at least brings a smile to my face since it’s something so uslessly stupid. The exam papers are being handed out. I watch as the exam attendants slowly walk down the rows of desks passing out papers. When they get to me, I think I might die. I don’t die. But the questions on the first page may as well be in ancient Greek for all the sense I can make of them. I don’t know why I skipped this class three weeks in a row and left studying until the last minute. Maybe I thought I was smarter than I am and would be able to figure it out, but evidently not. The top corner of the test paper says “crying is allowed, do it quietly and don’t get tears on the page” This almost makes me laugh, I know it’s the professors attempt at humor because this IS a hard exam and sucks for everyone. If nothing else, at least I will get the first two questions right. Name:_______ I know that one, and Date:_______ they told us what to put there. The rest of the test is going to be.. Interesting.. To say the least.

“Times up. Pencils down.” The instructor announces. I lay my pencil down with both relief and defeat. I have no idea how I did on this exam, but at least it’s over and I can go home and crash.

#I feel that sleep deprived brain barely working #the thoughts no longer make sense #I originally wanted to go that route #but the writing does what it wants and goes where it will #I just kinda went with it #had a hard time making the whole mini plot about being sleep deprived and just brain empty #vibes #kinda

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shewillreadyou · 3 years

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Retrospect for Life

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: Bree meets Emmett’s parents. Then her Dad meets them too. Will this end on a good note? A big Thank You to @secretaryunpaid for the preread.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Language and adult content.

Catch up: Ride or Die

Word Count: 3019 ish

Pairings: MC (Bree Hill) x OC (Emmett Perry)

Song inspiration: Retrospect for Life-Common

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She stood in the entryway of Emmett’s town-home with her mouth agape hoping that no one noticed the blush of her cheeks. His mother was the definition of youth and beauty. Not to mention his father, Emmett was a perfect mix of the two of them. It was clear where Emmett got his stunning good looks.

“Mr. Perry, Mrs. Perry, the pleasure is all mine.”

“Mommy, since when do you just pop in on me?”

“Did he just call her Mommy?” she thought to herself.

“Since you’ve taken a serious lady friend that you haven’t introduced to us.”

“Em, where are your manners? Please, do come in,” Bree stepped aside, one arm wrapped around Emmett’s waist to welcome his parents.

“May I offer you something to drink?”

“She’s very well mannered as well, Nathaniel.”

“I can see that darling.”

“Thank you, we’ll have Perrier.”

Bree ducked into the kitchen trying to suppress the smile creeping across her face.

“What a pretentious beverage. It’s even more telling that Emmett actually has that in stock,” she thought to herself.

When she returned to the living room, Emmett had an unreadable look on his face. Bree turned on her most charming smile, noticing that Mr. Perry hadn’t taken his eye off of her.

“So Bree, please sit.”

She sat. Suddenly feeling like she was on display. Emmett moved closer protectively placing his hand on her knee.

“I was telling my parents that I’d like for them to meet your Dad the next time he is here.”

“That sounds like a great idea, Em. I’m sure he would be thrilled. Maybe we could all have dinner,” Bree said sheepishly.

“Dear, Emmett tells us that you are a BioChem major?”

“Yes Ma’am, I have always been obsessed with science.”

“That’s quite the workload. I’m surprised you have time to entertain our son. Tell me, what do you plan to do with it?” Mr. Perry asked as he sipped his beverage.

“Yes Sir, It is quite the load, but Emmett is great at making sure I’m focused. I’ve toyed with doing something with forensics and possibly going to medical school.”

“A doctor? With manners and her own hair. Color me impressed. Emmett normally goes for girls who major in Art and share a brain with their roommates.”

Bree shared a giggle with his parents and the mood seemed to lighten considerably.

“This has been delightful. But, we must run. We have to check into our hotel before 3pm. Dinner reservations at Crave at 7. Don’t be late.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Emmett didn’t hesitate.

“It was good to meet you Bree, we’ll see you tonight,” Mr. Perry said, still never taking his eye off of her.

“Likewise.”

They headed out the front and Bree watched Mr. Perry as he opened the door to his silver S class Mercedes for his wife.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea that they would just show up like that.”

“It’s ok. I didn’t know that you had taken a serious lady friend. Maybe I should leave. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression,” she said teasingly. Her eyes went wide and her hand demurely covered her mouth.

Emmett smiled, pulling her into his embrace. “I’m sorry. It’s been a minute. I got excited and told my Mom about you.”

“And what exactly did you tell mommy?”

“Basically, that I have it bad. Now, do you have a nice dress to wear to dinner?”

“I should be able to come up with a little something.”

“Take my car. Pick me up by 6:30p?”

She smirked. “Are these baby mama benefits? I get to drive your Benz? What would Kira think?” she teased.

“You got jokes! You are having my baby. You can have my Benz and if you see Kira, wink at her for me.”

“Bye boy. You are trying to get me killed. See you at 6:30.”

She headed back to her dorm to shower, and wash her hair. She pulled her long wavy tresses back into a sleek ponytail. She only had a couple of options, so she chose her graduation dress. It was a black boat neck dress with a modest split in front. She paired it with black strappy heels, a small black clutch and gold accessories.

She arrived at his place to pick him up she had packed another bag, warming to the idea of spending more time at his place. When he heard the garage door he opened the door and noticed her pulling the large duffel bag out of the trunk.

“B, I’ll get it. I don’t want you lifting anything that’s heavy.”

“How do you think it got in here? I’m fine.”

He rushed over to the trunk and as he lifted the bag on to his shoulder he noticed her dress. She looked like a snack. He swallowed hard before licking his lips and biting the bottom lip. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“You good?”

“Yeah, B.. uh, you.. you look--”

“Is it too much? I was trying to find something nice, that didn’t show too much skin.”

“No, I'm speechless. You look. WOW. I mean you look beautiful. I feel lucky to have you on my arm.”

“Oh Emmett, stop it. You’re gonna give me a big head. But thank you I guess it’s a far cry from the sweats and tees I’m normally in.”

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck.

“I mean I like the sweats too but, damn girl,” he ran his strong hand up her arm and she shivered.

She placed her glossy lips at his ear and whispered, “dinner, Emmett.”

Dinner was fairly pleasant, more casual conversation, and getting to know one another. His mom was clearly impressed, but the jury was still out on the patriarch of the Perry family. Before they wrapped up the evening, the date was set for them to meet Mr. Hill.

The two weeks passed quickly and before she knew it, she was picking her Daddy up from the airport.

“A Mercedes Benz? Where is the GTO?”

“It’s in Emmett’s garage. He had to work an event this evening, so I just dropped him off on campus before I picked you up.”

“Do you normally drive his car?”

“Yes, he told me i’m his girlfriend.”

“You didn’t know that before? He’s kind of marked his territory.”

“Daddy?!?!” she laughed.

“How have you been? Do I need to start looking for jobs on the east coast?

“I’ve been good. I go to class everyday, I eat mostly at Emmett’s, he cooks healthy food and reminds me everyday to take my prenatal vitamins. I go to bed early, and I need naps frequently, but i’m ok.”

An awkward silence fell over the car. She waited for him to speak instead he kept his eyes on his phone, texting furiously.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Babygirl. What’s up?”

“Why have you been so calm through all of this? I was expecting you to yell or disown me.”

“Well, I didn’t know if I would tell you this but, how old do you think your Mom would be now if she were still with us?”

“Let’s see, she was born in 82 so, what? 38?”

“Yes, now subtract your age from 38.”

She had always been great with numbers. Shock and realization washed over her face almost immediately. Her big brown eyes fell on her Daddy and before she could speak.

“How could I be angry with you for doing the exact same thing that your mother and I did at your age?”

“But Mom had been a nurse for as long as I could remember.”

“Yes, you were four years old when she graduated from nursing school. We didn’t have the help that I am offering you. So, if you don’t finish what you came here to do then, I will be angry. You can do anything you put your mind to, no excuses.”

“I will Daddy, promise. But, about that. Emmett wants to keep the baby here in Langston with us. He’s probably right Daddy. Four months at a time is a really long time to be away from my baby.”

“Don’t get upset but, I told your Aunt Rhyan, she suggested a night nanny for me. I’m sure if you two decided to keep the baby here, we can find some help. I think that I can cover a nanny with my FSA account.”

“I’m not upset. Is she still in Boston? You know, Emmett’s family is from Boston. I will be calling her if--”

Her Daddy glared at her.

“I meant, when I go to medical school.”

“Sounds good, now tell me about Emmett’s parents.”

“Oh, well they seem nice. I met them a few weeks ago. His Dad is a Kappa. He’s the owner of an engineering firm near Boston. I think he expects Emmett to take over one day. His Mom is really pretty. She is a partner at her accounting office. Emmett is really close with her. They talk everyday.”

“Interesting, what else do you know about his family?”

“Detective mode much? He has a brother at NYU and twin sisters.”

“I can’t help it. Where did his parents go for undergrad?”

“They both are Langston grads.”

“Hmm, do you have an address for them?”

“Daddy!” she warned as she pulled in front of his hotel.

“You’re right I’ll find the address myself,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Behave, and we will pick you up right here at 6pm. I have to get to class.”

After class she picked Emmett up from his event and they went back to his place to get dressed for dinner at Oishii, a very upscale Asian restaurant.

She chose an ivory one sleeved fitted dress that hit her right at the knee and he wore grey slacks, a crisp white button up and a black blazer. When she was dressed, she stood looking in the floor length mirror in the corner of his room. He watched from across the room before moving behind her and snaking one arm around her waist. His large hand rested on her abdomen as he sniffed her hair.

“What are you doing, creep?”

“You smell like dessert.”

“Really Em?”

“Yeah, and I feel sorry for this kid. Look at how good we look together.”

“You do look pretty tasty tonight,” she said as she walked out of the room.

“Girl, don’t write a check you aren’t prepared to cash,” he said as he followed her out of the room.

After picking up her Dad they headed to the restaurant for the 6:30 reservation.

“Mr. Perry, Mr. and Ms. Hill, your party has arrived and are waiting for you. Right this way.”

They follow a thin asian man to the center of the empty restaurant where the Perry’s were waiting with drinks and appetizers. They stood as Bree approached. Mrs. Perry pulled her in for a hug and kissed her on both cheeks.

“Oh Bree, you look simply ravishing in that dress. Emmett won’t be able to focus dear,” she giggled.

“Thank you Ma’am, you are too kind.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Perry, meet my Daddy, Detective Alvin Hill.”

“Detective Hill, it’s good to meet you brother,” Mr. Perry said as he offered his hand.

“Mr. Perry, Mrs. Perry, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Please, sit. Your daughter is one impressive young lady, you must be proud.”

“I am. Thank you. Likewise, I have been oddly impressed by your son as well. I’m usually not a fan of the boys my daughter chooses to consort with, but Emmett has been a breath of fresh air. Not to mention if my Babygirl is happy, then so am I.”

“So Dad, Detective Perry here is an UCLA grad. He and his late wife Alicia, were college sweethearts, like you and Mom.”

“And like you and Bree?” his Mom chimed in.

“Yeah Mommy, that would be a good look. Hopefully, she won’t dump me for the next charming guy who moves her into her dorm,” he said as he beamed at Bree and winks.

Just then a server comes with a plate of raw sushi and places it in front of Bree, and a plate of tempura in between Alvin and Emmett. Mr. Perry eyed Emmett suspiciously as he slid the plate of raw sushi in front of him.

“Son, is there a problem?”

“No, no problem. Bree just doesn’t like raw sushi.”

A wave of nausea threatened to overtake her at the smell of the fish.

“If you will excuse me.”

Bree stood and headed to the restroom. Emmett excused himself to check on her.

“So Mr. Perry, our children seem to be getting serious.”

“Please, call me Nate. And it would appear so. I believe that my son is quite taken with your lovely daughter. I assume that she is on birth control.”

“Why would you assume that? I would have assumed that you taught your son to use a rubber.”

“You know they are adults, and I would be naive to think that they aren’t being intimate. I’m just trying to protect my son.”

“Nathaniel, you are being quite presumptuous,” Mrs. Perry warned.

“My daughter doesn’t sleep around if that is what you are trying to insinuate.”

“Whoa, Dad tell me you are not sitting here discussing our sex life,” Emmett asked returning from the restroom.

“Actually, he has quite a bit to say about my daughter.”

“Nathaniel, Emmett’s right. This is hardly an appropriate time to have this conversation,” Ella chimes in.

“Actually Mommy, while we are on the topic. Bree and I have some news.”

“News? What is it baby?”

“Mommy, Pops, we don’t know how else to tell you this, so I’ll just say it, Bree’s pregnant.”

Ella squealed. “I’m gonna be a Glam-ma?”

“Not so fast, Ella. How can you be sure you are the father, son?”

“Here we go. I am the father. I’m sure of it.”

“Like hell you are. I’d like a DNA test.”

“I thought you might say that.”

“Why? Because Bree here doesn’t know how to keep her knees together?”

Emmett reached into his suit coat producing a copy of the DNA results.

“Are you happy now?”

“No, I’m not happy to watch you throw your life away on a piece of tail.”

“Nathaniel Perry, you are OUT OF LINE! Apologize at once.”

“I will not, the girl is beneath us and so is her father.”

“You don’t mean that. He didn’t mean that!”

“You are entitled to your opinions but keep my daughter out of it.”

“Dad, you will not talk about her like that in my presence. This is not her fault. We both made a mistake. But ultimately, I didn’t protect her. In the heat of the moment, I chose not to wear a condom. Dad if you can’t see this for what it is, then I guess this conversation is over.”

“She is smart Emmett, think! She saw you as a meal ticket, and you fell into her trap.”

“Nathaniel, I can’t believe you. You would speak of the mother of your grandchild this way?”

Bree sat speechless as hot tears ran down her face.

“Man, my daughter doesn’t need your money. We aren’t rich and we don’t all drive a Benz, but we are comfortable.”

“Come on B. We should go.”

“Yeah Babygirl, let’s go before I catch a case out here in the sticks. Buying out this restaurant was a power move. But he’s playing checkers and I’m playing chess.”

“I’m coming with you. If I have to spend another moment in his presence I don’t know what I will do.”

Bree nodded as Emmett wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out to his car.

Once inside, there was more awkward silence, as Emmett rubbed Bree’s knee, she struggled to steady her breathing. Her Daddy furiously texted on his phone, while Mrs. Perry searched for the words to comfort her.

“I know you were probably expecting me to be upset. But the truth is, me being upset wouldn’t help or change anything. You two are consenting adults and I’m gonna be a Glam-ma. This won’t be a walk in the park for you two, but your father and I will help as much as we can. You have to prioritize your education now.”

“Yeah Mommy. We appreciate it, but it didn’t seem like Dad got the memo. I can’t believe the things he said.”

“He will come around. Also, he may have had a little too much to drink.”

“Yeah well, a drunken man’s words speak a sober man’s thoughts. It will be a minute before I can forgive him. He needs to apologize to Bree and her father. He was way out of line.”

“I do apologize for my husband's behavior, Alvin. I promise I don’t know what has gotten into him.”

“Don’t worry about it Ella.”

“Babygirl, say something. Are you ok?”

“No, Daddy, I’m so sorry,all of this is my fault.” she sobbed.

“That fuckin’ bastard!”

“Emmett language!”

“I’m sorry Mommy, but I don’t care who he is, he doesn’t get to make Bree cry.”

Just then Ella’s phone rings.

[This is Ella.]

[Ella, it’s me Nate. I’m down here at Langston Police Department. I got pulled over after pulling out of the parking lot of the restaurant. I was arrested and charged with a DUI. You have to come post my bail.]

[Ok, dear. I’ll be there when you are ready to apologize to Alvin, Bree and Emmett.]

[You have got to be kidding me, Ella.]

[Oh, what’s that dear? You’re still being unreasonable? What a shame. I guess I have to go now. I’ll check on you in the morning.]

Alvin’s phone chirped with a text message as they ended the call.

** 1 Unread Message from Sgt. Massey**

Done. Have a good night Detective.

Alvin smiled placing his phone back into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“Checkmate motherfucker.”

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remus-sanders-is-the-bestest · 3 years

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Thomas has a lot to explain

Alternative title: what to do when your friends use a shrink ray on you but they’re imaginary and your other friends are on the way

Just a bit of context, I headcannon that Remus is incredibly smart, and will do stupid things with Logan, in the name of science.

Word count: 1572

Remus and Logan were thinking of scenarios that they could make happen with their shrink ray.

"What if we used it on Thomas? He's the only one who hasn't shrunk before, and I don't know whether it would work on a being that is not imaginary. We should try it. Forscienceofcourse" Logan finished hurriedly.

"Huh, never thought of that. I doubt that he'd agree to it though so..... surprise attack? We need to collect the data and we can't do that if we ask and he disagrees. We could do it right now to stop risk of being stopped by someone"

"That would work, however Joan and Talyn are on their way to Thomas's apartment soon, and if it works it would be incredibly inconvenient for Thomas to explain"

"Come on nerdy wolverine. The shrink ray works both ways, we can just turn him straight back. No need for worrying. Don't you want to have an experiment that involves Thomas?"

Logan sighed. He really did want to have an experiment that involved his host, and this was an easy way to do it without being stopped.

"Fine"

They picked up the shrink ray and sunk into Thomas's living room.

"Guys, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Science" Logan whispered, firing up the shrink ray.

"What's that? GUYS WHATS THA—" A bright flash of light cut him off, temporarily blinding him.

When he opened his eyes, it was to a vastly different point of view than before he was forced to close them. He turned to where Logan and Remus were stood together.

"What the fuck guys. What did you do? Joan and Talyn are about to be here, and you do this? Was this remus's idea?" It was then that he noticed Logan staring at something he was holding. The logical side looked up momentarily, face panicky

"It would appear that since we, and the shrink ray, originate from inside your mind, we have also shrunk. This would be fine if I hadn't of dropped the shrink ray when I felt my own size decrease. It seems to of suffered a greater fall than it would have if it stayed big. It is too damaged to change you back yet."

Thomas was growing nervous "can't you, like, summon another one?"

Remus, who had been uncharacteristically silent, spoke up. "There are limits to what we are able to do, Thomas. We had to make it from scratch. We could summon the materials, sure, but putting them together took days, almost weeks. We can try to fix it but it will take hours at least. I'm sorry" the thing that surprised Thomas the most was that Remus sounded genuine in his apology.

Before he could respond, Virgil showed up, sensing Thomas's rising anxiety levels. When he noticed the problem he stormed over to Remus and Logan. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. You two. I swear Logan, how can we class you as the smart one when you pull shit like this?! And don't try to blame it all on Remus, I'm sure that he had at least some part in it, but I know full well that you wanted to know if it would work on Thomas. Now you've gone and put Thomas in danger. He's not imaginary, he can die. In comparison to him at the moment, Joan and Talyn would be giants. What would have happened if the ray had a bad effect on Thomas and killed him? This is why you need to ask people before you do a dangerous experiment. Now Thomas is stuck like this until you can get it fixed and to top it all off, Joan and Talyn will be here any second."

As if on cue, the door opened. Thomas couldn't help but feel a deep instinctual fear of his friends. He knew that they wouldn't hurt him, but when you're faced with giants, you're gonna be scared aren't you? It didn't help that Virgil was muttering all the things that could go wrong. He ran under the couch.

He could just hide there until Logan fixed the thing. Unfortunately it seemed like Talyn noticed the movement out of the corner of their eye.

"I think something just went under the couch" fear coursed through his body, Virgil generating endless possibilities of what could happen, despite the fact that these seemingly giants were his friends and would never hurt him. Logan was trying to calm Virgil down, saying about how logically there was nothing to worry about, these were Thomas's friends and they would never purposely hurt him. Both Remus and Virgil pointed out that accidents happen all the time, and it wouldn't take much more than one wrong step for Thomas to die.

This (of course) did not help the mood. Nor did it help Thomas's racing heart when Talyn looked under the couch. He felt like his heart was going to explode it was beating that fast by the time that their eyes locked on his 3 inch form.

"What the..." they muttered, reaching out to grab him.

He ran. He ran as fast as his infinitesimally sized legs could carry him. It wasn't quick enough. Nowhere near in fact. He was soon being scooped up into hands that could crush him if they squeezed too tight. But he wasn't being squeezed at all, the hands just cupped around him. It was like being on a living cushion, and that thought unsettled him. Probably Remus's doing he noted, desperately trying to distract himself from the frankly terrifying situation at hand.

"Thomas?! What the- how?!"

He waved, weakly. "H-hi"

"What the fuck happened?"

"It's a long story, and honestly not that believable."

"Just tell me"

"Fine. Get Joan over here, I'm not explaining this twice, and you might leave out details"

The now colossal friend called over to their partner.

"JOAN! I FOUND THOMAS!"

He rubbed his ears, that was really fucking loud.

The mentioned human walked over. It seemed they didn't notice the shrunken man yet.

"Where is he?"

Talyn nodded towards their hands, where Thomas was sat. He waved again.

"How the fuck—"

"Thomas was just about to explain that if you'll let him"

"Well, I won't be explaining but the person explaining will be in my body, if that makes sense."

"It does not but go on"

"Before it happens, please don't be alarmed if he says things. There are a lot of things that he likes to say, but unfortunately he's the only one that knows exactly what happened that isn't fixing the shrink ray"

"Woah, woah, woah. Shrink ray?! How the fuck"

"If you'll let me give the guy my body, you'll find out" his eyes rolled back in his head, returning a blood red.

"Woah, having a body that can't be turned into slime or shapeshift is weird. Anyway so, me and my friends represent different aspects of Thomas's personality. Me being 'bad' creativity or intrusive thoughts. You may call me Remus or the duke, my brother Roman is 'good' creativity and the ego, my boyfriend Logan is logic, then there's Patton, he's morality, the heart, the feelings, the inner dad and the inner child. And last but not least, there's Janus and Virgil. Janus is the embodiment of deceit and all of the lies that Thomas tells and Virgil is the embodiment of anxiety. Me and Logan were messing with our shrink ray and we wanted to know whether it would work on Thomas because he was the only one that knew about us that wasn't imaginary. Oh yeah I forgot to mention the fact that we're all imaginary. So anyway we kinda surprise attacked him, which shrunk us as well because we're a part of him. It also shrunk the shrink ray which Logan dropped in surprise, causing it to break. And then you showed up after Virgil yelled at us a bit. Logan is off fixing the ray now.

"You know, the others have all had a turn possessing him but this is my first, because I 'would kill someone' and 'would get him arrested'. I mean I would, but it would be so cool. I think the thing he was most worried about was me hurting either of you. I do have a lot of plans for that, but I can't act them out when Thomas is this small, which is probably why he let me possess him instead of waiting for Logan to come back"

Joan and Talyn seemed to be processing the very startling news that Remus told them. After about a minute of silence, Remus announced that the shocked looks on their faces was indeed hilarious but he had to go.

When his eyes rolled back into his head, this time they returned to their normal chocolatey brown. "I'm really sorry that you had to meet him, but I guess we all know what happened now" Thomas apologised.

"Dude. I know I've already said this, and it's been explained but WHAT THE FUCK?!??"

(It was at that moment that Percy Jackson broke through the window, screaming "DID SOMEONE JUST SAY THE THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE MY LIFE?!" He then caught sight of Thomas and said "what the fuck". just kidding, that would almost be as unrealistic as 3 mil people watching someone talking to himself for 30-50 minutes. Oh wait)

And I guess that's the end? Probably.

#remus sanders #sanders sides au #sanders sides g/t #logan sanders #thomas sanders #character thomas #character joan #character talyn #virgil sanders #sanders sides fic

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raleighcarrera · 4 years

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after class

ride or die | colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler)

‘part of me wishes things were different. we could’ve met at college… pushed each other in the classroom…’

colt & ellie are classmates at langston. for @rodappreciationweek day 2 (colt day!)

tags: @choicesarehard, @lovehugsandcandy, @pixeljazzy, @theeccentricbibliophile, @troublemakerinspace, @dancingboba, @zigtheeortega

~10.5k words | M (18+)

colt surveyed the classroom as he stalked through the front door, late, his eyes eventually coming to rest on the last available desk. naturally, it was in the front row of the room, worsening the low level of irritation he already had simmering.

great. just what he’d been hoping for, at 8:30 in the morning, on the first day of the fall semester. he huffed as he made his way over to it, dropping unceremoniously into the chair. so much for coasting through syllabus week, or sleeping through the morning classes his advisor had recommended. at least he’d made it in before the professor.

he cut a bored glance to the left and caught sight of the girl sitting next to him. she looked way too perky for the early morning hour, sitting up straight in her seat, notebook already open on her desk. the charms on the bracelet adorning her wrist jangled together when she lifted her reusable water bottle to her lips and sipped from the straw.

8:30 AM and she wasn’t even drinking coffee? what a weirdo.

colt’s eyes slid down and lingered on her legs, crossed under the desk. the shorts she was wearing provided ample view of smooth, brown skin, and he smirked at the way she was bouncing her foot before forcing his eyes away. when he looked back up, he noticed she was looking at him, too.

his eyebrows arched, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. before he could say anything, the professor walked in, pulling the door shut behind her. the girl beside him flushed red all the way to her hairline and averted her eyes guiltily, looking back toward the front of the room as though the lecture had already started.

colt grinned to himself and leaned back in his seat, pleased as punch. maybe this early class wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened to him, after all.

“good morning, everyone,” the professor said, dropping her things on the desk at the front of the room and immediately moving to pass out the syllabus, working her way up and down the rows of desks. “i’m dr. morrell. welcome to law and psychology. the purpose of this class is to examine the ways both industries intersect with each other. over the course of the semester we’ll explore issues relevant to understanding human behavior from the perspective of law and psych and the contributions of psychology as a behavioral science to legal issues.”

the girl sitting beside him was already taking notes. colt scanned the syllabus as the professor dropped it onto his desk, grimacing when he caught sight of the grading breakdown. two exams, two papers and a group project? surely no hot girl was worth subjecting himself to that.

“i’d like a few of you to provide some examples of where law and psych intersect so that i can get to know you. who wants to go first?”

out of the corner of his eye, colt saw the girl’s hand shoot up. of course.

“go ahead. what’s your name?”

“ellie wheeler,” she answered, “and psychology often intersects with the law when it comes to false confessions. a majority of false confessions occur because of the psychologically manipulative interrogation tactics police use, like the guilt-presumptive reid technique.”

“very good,” dr. morrell praised. “we’ll be covering the psychology behind false confessions extensively before midterms. anyone else?”

his hand raised before he was even aware of it. “colt kaneko. isn’t ellie ignoring that false confessions are also born from a system that doesn’t take into account dispositional vulnerabilities of suspects? like not requiring a lawyer for juveniles or those with behavioral or personality disorders -- you know, the groups who actually provide a majority of false confessions.”

the professor’s eyebrows raised. colt could feel ellie staring at him in disbelief from where she was sitting beside him. “certainly,” dr. morrell agreed politely, “we’ll be exploring a variety of studies that explain how social pressures, personality traits and potential conduct disorders intersect with police interrogations and confessions. but this is great insight.”

she crossed to the other side of the room to call on another student. colt turned his head and caught ellie’s eye -- she was still glaring at him, looking pissed off and, honestly, even hotter for it.

when he grinned at her, she huffed under her breath, still obviously annoyed. her gaze snapped back to the syllabus, and though he continued to sneak glances at her for the next ninety minutes, she didn’t look his way again.

she hung back to talk to the professor once they were dismissed, but colt wasn’t about to linger in a lecture hall, even if it meant scoring a chance to talk to the only girl who’d actually captured his attention at college so far.

the thought of having to wait until thursday to see her again was... unwelcome. as he made his way to his next class, he wondered why he’d never seen her around before. if she was a psych student it seemed strange that they’d managed to go a whole year without having a class together; the program at langston wasn’t that big, and for most of his freshman year he’d seen the same faces, give or take a few, in each of his classes. now, on the first day of his sophomore year, he’d recognized most of the people in law & psych, too. but not her.

hopefully she’d changed majors and wasn’t just taking law & psych to fulfill a requirement. having her around was going to make the program a lot more interesting -- none of the other people in his courses ever challenged him, and he’d honestly gotten sort of bored picking apart their points all the time. she was a welcome change of pace, and he was surprised to find that he was actually looking forward to her inevitable payback for shutting her down in class.

colt got to his social psych class with enough time to have his pick of the seats. he slipped into the back row and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the messages he’d missed since last night. a few minutes later, the sound of someone pulling out the chair beside him made him lift his eyes, and a wide grin -- one that he knew well was too obnoxious for even the latter half of the morning -- took over his face when he saw who it was that had sat down next to him.

“hey,” he greeted, nodding at ellie. “looks like you copied my schedule.”

she regarded him with barely suppressed disgust. “my advisor picked these classes. i registered late and got locked out of everything.”

huh. that was exactly what had happened to him, but in all actuality, he’d completely forgotten about the deadline to register for classes. “are you new to the program? why haven’t i had any classes with you before?”

she looked at him like he was insane. “uh, it’s my first day? i just started here.”

okay -- that wasn’t exactly fair. like he was just supposed to assume she was a freshman, when both classes he’d found her in were two-hundred level courses? “shouldn’t you be in intro to psych, then?”

ellie rolled her eyes at him. he watched as she pulled a second notebook from her bag, setting it on the desk next to her water bottle. “i have an accelerated course load,” she explained, “i started over the summer. i’m in the pre-law program? you do undergrad in just three years and then law school for the next three. psych is just one of my minors.”

so -- she was brilliant. figures. he’d had a feeling.

“well --”

she turned away as the professor walked in. colt rolled his eyes as he started droning on about the course, walking through the syllabus at an agonizingly slow pace. like he gave a shit. the girl sitting next to him was infinitely more interesting.

“...so our first unit will explore social psychology as it pertains to consumer behavior. can anyone name an example of psychology impacting consumer behavior? let’s see... colt. how about you?”

the sound of his name startled him into paying attention again. “uh... packaging? and presentation. grocery store layouts are designed to push certain products so everything from lighting to shelf position impacts consumers on a psychological level.”

“sure,” the professor nodded, “but what about in a social context? anyone else?”

ellie raised her hand. “there are lots of studies that show salesperson interaction can significantly affect consumer behavior. oftentimes the social pressures of the interaction can impact purchasing behaviors significantly.”

“you’re absolutely right. now, if we expand on ellie’s observation...”

colt looked back towards her and found ellie shooting him a smug, self-satisfied smile. well. if that was the way she wanted to kick off the semester, then... color him even more impressed.

he nodded back at her. game on.

tuesday afternoon came around quickly enough. the class pattern at langston meant that most students had the day off on wednesdays, so colt’s roommate was already pregaming when he got back to the dorm, getting ready to go out later that night.

logan tossed him a beer as soon as he took his jacket off. “hey,” he nodded at him, “there’s a party at backyard tonight. wanna go?”

colt shrugged, cracking the tab on the can and lifting it to his lips for a sip. “i guess. who’s living there this year?”

“i think the lacrosse team,” logan answered, though his voice sounded distracted, his eyes were on his phone. “there’s people going to howl too, though.”

“whatever,” he said, dropping down onto his bed, kicking off his shoes, “we could always start at the bar and go to backyard after. i don’t care.”

a thought occurred to him as he drained the rest of his beer, leaning over to set the empty can on his desk. trying to keep his voice casual, he asked, “do you remember where we used to party when we were freshmen?”

logan lifted his head and smirked at him. “we didn’t used to party anywhere. i went out and you sulked in the room.”

colt rolled his eyes. “i wasn’t sulking.” he just hadn’t wanted to be at school. at all. colt spent most of his freshman year trying to figure out how to get kicked out of college and sent home to l.a., not that it had done him much good.

“if you say so,” logan hummed, setting his phone aside and heading to the fridge for another beer. colt shook his head when logan looked back at him curiously. “why’re you asking, anyway?”

“no reason,” colt answered too-quickly, averting his eyes when logan’s look turned suspicious, “just wondering.”

logan leaned against his desk, his expression morphing into one of disbelief. “dude. come on.”

colt’s jaw clenched as he grit his teeth. then he sighed and said, “fine. there’s a girl in the psych program i wanted to talk to.”

logan’s face split into a boyish, excited grin. “dude,” he said again, but this time he sounded delighted, “seriously? i’ve only been waiting, like, an entire year for this. what’s her name?”

colt rolled his eyes at him. he should’ve anticipated this reaction. “forget it. it’s not a big deal. if we run into her we run into her --”

“colt,” logan sighed, “you know you could just invite her, right?”

“i don’t have her number. and anyway --”

“okay, whatever. we’ll just find her. i think most of the freshmen should be at the rugby party, we can walk there after the bar. dude, this is so awesome. i’ve always wanted to be your wing man.”

“well, can you try to calm down?” he leaned back on the mattress, shrugging his shoulders. “i don’t even think she likes me.”

“yeah,” logan laughed, “i’m sure you were really nice to her.”

“shut up,” colt mumbled, “it was -- whatever. i’m going to take a shower.”

logan’s enthusiasm didn’t waver; if anything, it only got worse as he kept drinking. he bothered colt about what he was going to wear for twenty minutes until colt finally gave in and let logan pick from his shirts.

fortunately, he was at least moderately buzzed by the time they made it to the bar and met up with the rest of their friends. even more fortunately, logan started talking to a girl as soon as they got there and left him alone to first survey the crowd for ellie -- no luck there -- and then start slamming back shots.

he lost track of time talking to some girl who knew a surprising amount about cars and soon enough it was approaching midnight and he was drunk, waiting until logan came up for air from where he’d been kissing the girl he’d met in a corner of the bar to remind him about the party.

“oh yeah!” logan said excitedly, one arm wrapped around the girl’s shoulders. she was leaning on his chest, giggling drunkenly at nothing. “christina’s a freshman, too, she said she’d bring us by. maybe she knows the girl you like.”

“dude,” colt said, shaking his head, “come on.” the small group of people they’d met up with at the bar walked with them to the rugby house, where the guy at the door recognized the girl logan had been making out with and waved them all in without a second glance.

the house was full of people he didn’t recognize, which probably meant that most of them were freshmen or people on the rugby team; painfully loud music made it almost impossible to hear logan, even when he leaned in and screamed into his ear, “is she here?”

colt looked around, but he didn’t see ellie anywhere in the living room. he shook his head. “i’m gonna go get a drink,” he called, weaving through the crowd of bodies and walking off into the kitchen, alone.

he bypassed the keg and went straight for the bottles lining the counter. he was pouring vodka into a cup he’d already half-filled with tequila when someone bumped into him, jostling his shoulder.

colt turned around and came face-to-face with ellie, who was unsteady on her feet, brushing her hair out of her face where it’d suddenly fallen into her eyes. she looked different than she had in class yesterday -- the top she was wearing was low-cut and lacy, her shorts tight and short enough to show off the same long, tanned legs he’d been eyeing in the lecture hall.

she smiled when he finally met her eyes. “oh. it’s you. hi!” she chirped cheerfully, her voice loud and over-excited. the fact that she was being so nice to him meant that she’d probably had a few. her eyes were unfocused as she looked him over, though her gaze sharpened when she stopped on his face again. “what’re you doing here?”

he shrugged, leaning against the counter as nonchalantly as possible. “my roommate wanted to stop in.” colt felt his lips pull into a grin despite himself. “didn’t think i’d see a girl like you in a place like this.”

ellie pouted prettily at him. “what’s that s’posed to mean?”

he laughed. of course she had to be a cute drunk. “you’re just such a goody-two-shoes. i’m almost impressed you made it out at all.”

her arms folded under her chest. colt focused all of his energy on keeping his eyes on her face. “i am not a goody-two-shoes.”

colt took a long sip from the cup in his hand. that he was able to swallow the alcohol straight without gagging immediately proved he was probably too drunk for this conversation. “sure you’re not.”

“i’m not,” she insisted, “i’ll prove it. let’s take shots!”

he glanced down at the cup in his hand, mentally judging how much was left. then, he held it out to her with his eyebrows arched. “okay. if you can finish this you’ll officially have impressed me.”

ellie confidently snatched the cup out of his hand, lifting it to her nose. then she wavered, squinting down into it. “what is it?”

colt grinned at her again. “tequila.”

“it smells like vodka.”

he shrugged. “it’s vodka, too.”

“you’ve been standing here drinking vodka and tequila mixed together? without -- without, like, soda? or juice? you’re a sociopath.”

“look, if you can’t handle it, no worries. maybe we can find you a white claw or something.”

ellie huffed, squinting at him before resolutely lifting his cup to her lips and knocking back the liquid left in it in one gulp.

he pursed his lips together to stifle a smile, and then a laugh, once she started coughing.

“ugh! that is awful,” ellie exclaimed, pushing the empty cup back into his hands, “how can you possibly drink that? no wonder you’re like -- how you are.”

his friends found them in the kitchen before he could ask what she meant. logan clapped his shoulder and asked, “hey, are you ready to go? chase and sean are already at backyard.”

the girl he’d brought with him squealed excitedly when she saw ellie, throwing herself into her arms for a hug. “ohmygod, you should totally come with us!” she exclaimed, “i’ll walk you back later. please, el?”

logan’s face lit up. he elbowed colt hard in the side until colt glared at him and stepped purposefully on his foot.

“sure,” ellie shrugged, “let me just tell my roommate.” she glanced at colt, the corners of her mouth lifting. “i’ll meet you guys outside?”

he nodded, probably faster than he should have. “yeah.” the longer they all stood there, the more likely it was that logan would say something to embarrass him, anyway.

there were people drinking in the front yard when they went outside, but he felt like he could breathe a little easier out of the crowded kitchen and living room. as soon as christina pulled away from logan, he turned back toward colt and asked, “soooooooo? was that her?”

“yeah,” he admitted begrudgingly, “but don’t say anything.”

logan held a hand to his chest, wounded. “it really hurts my feelings that you think i’d be so uncool. dude, i want you to get laid.”

colt rolled his eyes. “i don’t need any help getting laid.” and it wasn’t like he was looking to sleep with her and never call her again.

“i know, but --” ellie and one of her friends came out the front door, walking over as soon as they caught sight of them. the girl ellie had brought with her started talking to christina as logan led the group down the street, and colt was surprised when ellie hung back and fell into step with him, at the back of the group.

“so -- you been over here yet?” he asked, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.

“nope. but riya said all the upperclassmen hang out at backyard.”

colt snuck a glance over at her and had to suppress a smile again. “that your friend?”

“uh huh,” she nodded, “we’ve been best friends our whole lives. it was, like, a dream come true when we both got in.”

“cool. well -- backyard is usually pretty fun, but the lacrosse team is living here this year so we’ll have to see if they can hang.”

“who’s your friend?” ellie asked abruptly. when he looked over at her again, he saw that she was staring at logan. he’d recognize the look on her face anywhere. he’d seen it on tons of girls’ faces before.

ellie was biting her bottom lip.

“that’s my roommate,” he answered stiffly. “logan.”

“he’s really hot,” she murmured thoughtlessly, almost to herself. the sound of her voice was soft, each word starting to slur together.

colt rolled his eyes. he quickened his pace to catch up to some of the other guys.

“hey!” ellie huffed, and he heard the sound of her shoes on the sidewalk as she rushed to be beside him again, “wait up.”

the off-campus housing that had always been a party spot had gotten the name ‘backyard’ for said impressive feature; the grass was packed with undergrads when colt and everyone else made their way outside. as soon as they found chase and sean, one of them passed him a lit joint, which he accepted gratefully, thinking there were few things he might’ve liked more, at that moment, than being too high to think about any of the things that were bothering him.

ellie appeared beside him suddenly. “you smoke?”

he stared back at her blankly, and then took another hit. “weed? yeah.”

“oh.” she blinked, looking from him to chase and back again. “can i try it?”

chase shrugged at her. “be my guest,” colt said flatly, passing her the joint and leaving her with the group, walking over to the keg.

logan jogged over while he was filling a cup. colt passed him the first one and went to get another. “so? how’s it going?”

he rolled his eyes. “she’d rather talk to you. it’s whatever.”

logan frowned at him. “i’m obviously not going to --”

“i literally don’t care. it’s fine.” colt walked away before logan could continue. he had only a moment to scan the backyard for someone he actually wanted to talk to before ellie popped into his field of vision again.

“are you mad at me?” she demanded, frowning at him.

“nope.” the girl from howl who’d talked to him about cars for an hour was waving at him from over by the fence. colt pushed past ellie to go talk to her again. “i owe you one,” he grinned when he approached, “you saved me from an unbelievably awkward situation.”

the answering smile she sent his way was wide -- all teeth. “then you should come home with me.”

he blinked. colt racked his brain, trying to remember if she’d told him her name. “do you live on campus?”

she nodded. “in south. but my roommate’ll be sleeping over here with her boyfriend.”

if she lived in south, she was probably an upperclassman. unfortunately, that didn’t bring him any closer to remembering her name.

he squinted at her, then ducked his head, as bashfully as he could manage. “i forgot your name.”

admitting as much was a risk, but it paid off -- she only laughed at him, and then said, “olivia. so? you wanna get out of here?”

more than anything. he nodded, reaching down and threading his fingers through hers. “let me just tell my roommate.”

she let him tug her over to where logan was standing with the rest of their friends. “i’m leaving,” he said, clapping logan on the shoulder. logan frowned at him for a moment before he caught sight of olivia, and then he grinned widely.

“nice. see you later.”

colt nodded at everyone else before they left, pointedly not scanning the crowd for one last glimpse of ellie.

he was a fucking idiot for thinking he should pursue something there in the first place, probably. whatever dumb little crush he had on her because she’d impressed him a couple of times had to go.

fortunately, he’d already found another way to occupy his time -- even if it was only for tonight.

he was late to law & psych again on thursday, and everyone in the room was sitting in the same seats they’d taken on monday -- which meant the only open desk was in the front, again, next to ellie.

she shot him a deeply unimpressed look when he slunk into his seat and dropped his head in his hands. like she had on monday, she seemed wide awake and much too excited; she was drinking water again.

“hi,” she said pointedly, like he was ignoring her or something.

colt arched an eyebrow at her. “hi?”

ellie huffed. “where’d you disappear to on tuesday?”

“uh...” he rubbed at his eyes, still feeling exhausted. “just went back to campus, i guess.”

she looked almost... embarrassed, not that he understood why. professor morrell called everyone to attention before she could say anything, and though he really didn’t give a shit, he still turned back to the front of the room, slumping down in his seat as he went.

he did his best to pay attention for most of class, but found himself zoning out for the next hour -- pretty much sleeping with his eyes open. the only part of the lecture he actually caught was five minutes before class was scheduled to end, when dr. morrell said, “and before we go, i’ll assign the partners and topics for the first project so you guys can get started over the weekend, if you want.”

yeah, that was exactly how he wanted to spend his weekend. he rolled his eyes as she started passing out readings. though he was only half-paying attention, he did realize that she was working her way clockwise around the room... and everything slowed to a stop when she paused in front of his desk and said, “ellie and colt. your topic is false confessions. i look forward to seeing your presentation.”

he probably should’ve seen that one coming. it was par for the course with his life, honestly -- just his fucking luck.

he flipped absently through the reading she’d given them and then sighed, handing it to ellie.

“don’t look so thrilled,” she said as she took it from his hands. “come on. we can work out a schedule for when we’re going to work on this.”

they headed toward the building they had social psych together in, side-by-side. ellie kept her eyes on the reading as they went, and he took advantage of the fact that her gaze was averted to study her in turn, analyzing the expression her face calculatingly.

“i’ve read this study before,” she said finally, “this won’t be that hard. we can split the lit review and then i’ll work on the analysis and you can do the conclusion.”

“okay,” he said, a little startled by the way she seamlessly doled out orders. “sure.”

ellie snuck a glance up at him, then, and he didn’t look away, even when she caught him staring. her cheeks were a little flushed when she drew in a breath and said, “okay. do you want to work on it this weekend?”

“that’s fine.”

they crossed the quad together in silence. as they neared the building their next class was in, she hesitantly started, “so -- your roommate...”

colt tensed, but otherwise didn’t say anything. the expression on his face soured when, a moment later, ellie continued, “is he single?”

try as he might to force his face blank, he could feel his look of distaste twisting further into a scowl. “i guess.” at least he’d been drunk the last time she’d subjected him to this.

ellie either didn’t notice his attitude or didn’t care to comment on it; she breezed right past the dark tone of his voice when she said, “cool, because my friend riya -- from tuesday? -- thinks he’s really cute, and i think they’d be perfect together. but she had this awful breakup last spring and i don’t want to set her up with just anyone, so --”

his sneer cleared as she kept blabbing, and he slowly tuned her voice out in favor of the pounding of his own heart. so she hadn’t been asking for herself.

that was... an interesting development, for sure. for sure.

“colt?” he shook himself from his thoughts and looked back at her. ellie frowned at him, her eyes narrowing. “were you even listening to me?”

“yeah, your friend. bad breakup. high school drama.” he shot her a winning smile as he opened the door for her, following behind her and letting it swing shut in the face of whatever underclassmen were coming in behind them.

“maybe we can all do something this weekend,” she suggested, as they made their way down the hallway to the classroom, “get drinks or something after we work on the project?”

“definitely.” fuck. that answer had probably come too quickly to be considered cool, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by ellie -- she was looking at him from under her eyelashes, smiling shyly.

she looked really pretty. fuck.

she followed him to the back of the room again even though they were right on time today and there were plenty of open seats. he wondered what the fuck she was doing when ellie slid into the same desk she’d sat in on monday; she clearly wasn’t a back of the classroom type of girl. but here she was.

“give me your phone.”

he startled. “what? why?”

“so i can give you my number?” again, the look on her face seemed to suggest he was the biggest idiot she’d ever had the displeasure of talking to. “how else are we going to find a time to work on the project?”

colt passed it over wordlessly, watching while she plugged her phone number in and then texted herself before handing it back. “thanks,” he said stupidly, with no idea why.

“just try not to ditch me again.” the look on her face had him feeling weirdly guilty, like they’d gone to the party together, or something -- like he hadn’t left her with all of her friends. he suddenly wondered how much she actually remembered, if she saw him leave hand-in-hand with olivia or not.

try not to act like you want to fuck my roommate, he thought to himself, the words on the tip of his tongue.

before he could put his foot in his mouth, the professor called class to attention. he sat in silence for most of the next hour and a half, until he answered a question and ellie said --

“actually, colt’s forgetting that schemas related to behaviors are known as scripts, and a widely different concept.”

“they’re actually not a different concept at all,” colt said, before the professor could correct her, “they’re a deviation of the same concept on a technical level but operate in pretty much the same way where modification and therapy are concerned.”

“colt’s correct,” the professor said, shooting them both a strange look before walking back to the board at the front of the room, “which brings us to next week’s reading by abelson. we’ll be discussing chapter four in more detail on monday...”

he turned and smiled smugly at ellie. she looked just as deeply annoyed with him as ever, seething at her desk.

never one to quite know when to stop, he couldn’t resist leaning in and whispering, “maybe you shouldn’t have skipped intro to psych after all,” gratified by the way her hands clenched into fists and how she stared him down with the dirtiest look she could muster.

suddenly the semester had gotten fun again.

working on their project together went surprisingly well. much better than he had expected it to, given their track record.

but ellie was smart and sharp and witty in a way that felt like something he’d been waiting for without outright searching for it.

admittedly, he’d caught himself staring at her more than a few times, his eyes mapping the curve of her neck when her head bent low into his textbook, which was used, and therefore free game for her to mark up with highlighter.

they were probably sitting too close for the library. all the private rooms were taken when they’d first arrived, so they’d found a table in the upper level of the atrium, and though it was sort of secluded in the back corner by the windows they were far from alone.

but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering.

“look at this study,” ellie said suddenly, sliding a piece of paper under his nose and forcing him to tear his eyes away from the dip of her cupid’s bow, “what kassin says here about compliance will be an important point for us.”

“god, aren’t you tired yet?” he was almost impressed. it’d been hours. “look around. it’s dark out. you have to at least be hungry.”

ellie’s lips pursed into a thin line. she sighed, but begrudgingly admitted, “okay, i’m a little hungry.”

his grin widened, toeing the line between obnoxious and charming he so often straddled. “we made really good progress.” well. she had, at least. “let’s call it for tonight. come on, it’s friday.”

she wavered for another minute, but he knew he had her. it still felt like a victory when she finally nodded. “fine. we did make pretty good progress. maybe we can meet up again on sunday?”

he stared at her as she stretched in her chair, arching her back and raising her arms above her head. “sure. are you going out tonight?”

ellie’s lips twisted into a grimace, and she shook her head. “i wasn’t planning on it. i have a meeting with my advisor early tomorrow morning.”

“on a saturday?” someone sitting at one of the other tables chose that moment to shush them, loudly, and he twisted around to glare at them over his shoulder as ellie packed up her books and stood. he only looked away to follow her out, though she waited until they were in the stairwell to talk again.

“yes, on a saturday. i just want to make sure i’m staying on track.”

colt arched his eyebrows at her as he held open the door to the lobby. “it’s the first week of the semester.”

“well, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” ellie huffed, stepping smoothly past his arm and striding to the exit, “school is really important to me.”

“okay,” he said, trying to stifle the smirk that was threatening, “so if you’re such a goody-two-shoes, how’d you wind up missing the deadline to pick classes? doesn’t seem like something that’d just slip your mind.”

ellie’s smile dipped while they made their way back across the lawn. “um.” her voice was suddenly much quieter, and he watched one of her shoulders lift in an unsure shrug before she stiffly continued, “my mom. she’d been sick for awhile, but... over the summer -- she died. i honestly just forgot about registering.”

“fuck,” colt sighed, before he could stop himself and think for a second about what he was saying, “i’m an asshole. i’m sorry, i didn’t --”

“please,” ellie said, already shaking her head, “you couldn’t have known. but... that’s what happened. and i totally had a meltdown when i realized and i seriously almost just deferred a semester to get around it, but i guess everything wound up working out.”

he was surprised to see her sneaking a glance up at him as they walked. immediately, he averted his eyes. “i guess,” he allowed, decidedly ignoring the strange and unfamiliar feeling that was abruptly squeezing his chest tight, “but, still. that really sucks. i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” she murmured. her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. ellie cleared her throat, her voice a little brighter when she said, “hey -- do you... want to get dinner? um, if you’re not going out or anything.”

as if. she was the only person who’d been able to get him to go out since he fucking came to this stupid school. “yeah. i mean -- i’m not. so that’d be cool.” maybe he still had a shot at impressing her. “actually, can i show you something? do you like tacos?”

“oh.” she looked surprised, both by his agreement and his suggestion, but despite how floored she seemed she still smiled in a way that lit up her whole face, and he was amazed to notice that she had a dimple he’d somehow never seen before right now. “i love tacos.”

ellie didn’t say another word until they were both sitting down on the edge of the roof, styrofoam takeout boxes balanced in their laps, so he had no idea what her opinion was on any of it.

she’d remained coy while he led her to his favorite off-campus hole-in-the-wall, quiet when he’d dragged her back to the biology building and forced her up five flights of stairs, silent save for a pointed raised eyebrow when he shoved his shoulder into the door marked roof access - custodial staff only until it popped open and they emerged out onto the roof, easygoing but still a little cautious when he led her over to the edge and sat down with his legs dangling over the side of the building.

now, she had pineapple juice dripping down her thumb as she cradled her al pastor in her hands, giving him carte blanche to stare at her while her own eyes looked out at the city.

he was desperate to know her take on it all, and frustratingly close to demanding well?! before she eventually spoke up and put him out of his misery.

“this is a great view.”

colt finally diverted his gaze to his own tacos. “don’t tell anyone about it. it’s a secret.”

“that’s a funny way of saying breaking and entering.”

he rolled his eyes at her, gently shoving his shoulder into hers. “what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em. besides, we’re not doing anything wrong.”

ellie shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. “i’ve never done anything like this before.”

“we can leave, if you want,” he offered. “i just wanted to show you the city.”

“no.” colt watched her shake her head rapidly, and then ellie leaned in and bumped her shoulder back against his in return. “i didn’t mean it like that. i guess i’m just -- trying to explain. why you think i’m lame.”

he frowned. “i don’t think you’re lame.”

ellie laughed, ducking her head and poking at the styrofoam container in her lap. “you don’t?”

“no. why, because you’re not out tonight? i’m not, either.” in fact, he could probably count all the nights he’d been out since he’d moved in last year on one hand.

“not only that.” she paused thoughtfully, stopping to take a bite of her taco. “because i take school so seriously, i guess.”

colt set his food aside to lean back on his palms, looking out over the city. “there’s nothing wrong with wanting to do well. you’d be, like, my parents’ dream child. i’m sure they both wish i’d take this even half as seriously as you do.”

her head turned, and he caught a glimpse of her soft smile out of the corner of his eyes. “did you miss the deadline to register for classes on purpose?”

he nodded. “i’ve been trying to get kicked out since i got here. it’s harder than you’d think.”

ellie laughed. “why would you want to get kicked out? most people would kill to be here.”

“well, i’m not like most people.” colt pushed the toes of his shoes against the loose edge of the roof, silently debating the rest of his answer. “i never wanted to go to college. but shipping me out here so i’d be out of my dad’s way is the only thing my parents ever agreed on.”

“where’re you from, again?”

“los angeles. but i’ve been with my mom ever since my folks split in denver. my dad -- it’s complicated.”

she was quiet. he wondered what she was thinking. after a moment, she said, “i’m from l.a., too.”

colt’s eyebrows arched high. “really? small world.”

“nothing was the same after my mom got sick, though. my dad never let me out of his sight. it got to a point where being home felt like being in prison.” ellie hesitated, her eyes still on the skyline. “part of me was so relieved to come here that i still feel guilty about it.”

“you shouldn’t feel guilty. it’s your life. you should get a chance to live it.” his brow furrowed as he turned to look at her fully, staring at her profile where she was half-lit by the lights dotting their campus. “you deserve to make your own decisions.”

“i know.” ellie closed the container in her lap, then set it aside. she dusted off her hands and finally tilted her head to look at him, a small smile playing at her lips. “that’s the part i’m most afraid of. not -- taking these chances, and doing all this stuff. but -- messing it up. not doing enough, you know? letting... this opportunity to finally be myself pass me by.”

“yeah.” of course he knew what she meant. that was pretty much what he’d spent the last year doing. “well, you should get out more, then. do all the shit you always wanted to do that your dad never let you try.”

“like what?”

he laughed. “fuck if i know. i thought a girl like you would have a list all ready to go.”

“well...” colt glanced down and saw that she was biting at her bottom lip, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to say whatever was about to come out. “i’ve always wanted to learn to drive.”

“okay.” his left palm spread over hers from behind, and he fanned his fingers out on top of hers, gently pressing her hand around the lever. “this is the clutch. it’s how you shift gears.”

ellie shifted from where she was straddling the bike in front of him. he felt her fingers wiggle underneath his, and saw her head bob with a nod. “got it.”

his right hand curled over hers, gripping the handlebar. “this is the throttle.” colt shifted their hands to the lever beyond the handlebar. “and this is the front brake.”

she hummed, her bare arms warm against his. the parking lot he’d left his bike in was deserted, except for the two of them -- they were pretty far on the outskirts of campus, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of everyone getting ready to go out on a friday night. “what about the back brake?”

colt’s right foot gently kicked hers. “feel the lever down here?”

ellie’s sneaker fumbled around, the heel of her shoe kicking him in the shin before she found it. “uh huh.”

“basically, the right side of the bike is for accelerating and braking. the left side is just to switch gears.”

“this seems a lot more complicated than a car.”

“hey, you want to learn to drive, don’t you? this is the best i can do right now.” but maybe if he ever made it back to l.a. with her, he could show her a really good time. “look, i’ll handle changing gears, okay? you just worry about the throttle. and brake when i tell you to.”

“but how will i know when to accelerate?” her voice sounded a little worried, like maybe she was starting to have second thoughts. he kept his right hand held firmly over ellie’s, moving it to the handlebar before pushing his fingers through hers.

“i’ll give you a squeeze. don’t worry, i’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

the words left his mouth before he could even think about them. he blinked at her, a long moment of silence stretching between them. ellie leaned her back against his chest, her thumb stroking the side of his hand.

he had the sudden urge to kiss her.

“you have a helmet, right?”

colt jolted out of his thoughts, then slid off the bike to pull it out for her. “yeah, of course. here.” it was a little big on her, but it did the trick -- he pulled it down over her head with a grin, endeared by the way she posed playfully once it was on.

“how do i look?”

“like a total babe,” he answered honestly, pulling his jacket off, too, before handing it to her. “here. better put this on, too.”

“why?” she asked, but she was obligingly slipping her arms into it. like the helmet, it was way too big on her, but unlike the helmet, the sight of her inside of it stirred something within him that he had trouble ignoring. he reached out and settled the jacket on her shoulders more firmly.

“in case you fall. it’ll protect you.”

“i thought you said you weren’t going to let anything happen to me,” ellie hummed, staring at the way the sleeves of the jacket hung down over her knuckles. in the low light of the dark parking lot, it almost looked like she was blushing a little.

“i’m not, but it doesn’t hurt to have an insurance policy.” colt reached out and slid the face shield on the helmet down, over her eyes. “come on.”

ellie got back onto the bike from the left side, just like he’d showed her. she really was smart -- probably even too smart for this stupid school -- and quick, too. her hands found the handlebars straightaway, and he moved snugly up behind her, his arms keeping her close.

their joined left hands pulled the clutch. he shifted to thumb the kill switch with his right hand, and the bike jolted to life beneath them, ellie jerking with it. colt leaned in toward her ear even with the helmet in the way. “relax,” he said, raising his voice a little to be sure she’d hear him, “i know what i’m doing.”

she still squeaked a little when he let the clutch out and the bike slowly started to roll forward. “colt --” her voice was panicked. “help, what do i do?”

“just like we talked about,” he encouraged, “put your feet up. then hit the throttle.”

ellie drew in a deep breath. he could feel her along his chest, and squeezed her hand reassuringly. after a moment, she revved the engine, and then they were off -- a little unsteadily, but in a straight line, at least, heading down the length of the parking lot.

“oh my god! oh my god, i’m doing it. oh my god!”

she was too cute for her own good. the excited tone of voice she had made him grin unabashedly into the air behind her, and he leaned back a little to give her more control, impressed by how smooth her handle on the bike was, for her first time. was there anything she wasn’t fucking good at?

“okay,” he said finally, once they started to run out of space, “both breaks, then your left foot. you’ve got it.” he pulled down on the clutch for her, and then ellie easily halted the bike to a stop. he exhaled a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, but there’d been nothing to worry about -- she was a natural.

“wow,” she gushed, practically jumping off the bike, turning around to face him and throwing the helmet off, “i can’t believe i just drove a motorcycle! i can’t believe you do that every day.”

“you did pretty good,” he praised, “for your first time. a few more lessons and you’ll be a pro.”

“really?” now her cheeks really were flushed, rosy and delighted as she beamed at him with pride. “you’d let me drive your bike again?”

“if you want.” thank god they were alone. if logan could see them he’d be insufferable. even colt could admit this was wildly out of character for him, but he would’ve given anything, just then, to keep her smiling like that. “you wanna see what she can really do? i’ll take us for a ride. all you have to do is hold on.”

“definitely,” ellie grinned immediately, pulling the helmet back on. he’d expected to have to convince her a little more, but -- maybe there was more to her than he’d thought.

a dangerous prospect, given how much he already liked what little he knew.

he waited until she was secure behind him before tearing out of the parking lot and away from campus entirely, taking empty side streets until they were on the highway that’d lead them out of the city. ellie’s hands stayed warm around his waist, and after a few minutes, she leaned her cheek against his shoulder, too, settling something peaceful in his chest. companionable quiet stretched between them while he drove, as fast as he could, just so she’d laugh with exhilaration like she did when he got them into the triple-digits.

eventually he pulled over in a random, deserted park. there weren’t any streetlights in this part of the city, so it was dark, and he could only barely see ellie when he killed the engine and she pulled off her helmet to look at him curiously.

“so?” he asked, “how was it? everything you’ve been waiting for?”

“totally.” ellie grinned at him, so widely her dimple popped out. “i know it sounds cheesy, but tonight... is the most i’ve ever felt like myself. do you know what i mean?”

he was starting to. everything had felt purposeless before she’d showed up here. he’d wanted nothing more than to coast through the next few years, if he absolutely had to.

now it all felt different. because of her.

she was the piece he’d been looking for, something he hadn’t even known he wanted but now was desperate to make his. ellie was sharp and beautiful and headstrong, all the things he needed to fit into the void he was suddenly hoping she’d actually be interested in filling.

“it’s not cheesy if it makes you happy,” was what he settled on, swallowing some of the sudden intensity that was slowly taking him over. “you’ve held back for long enough. you should do whatever you want.”

“you’re right.” ellie’s eyes slid over to meet his, and she smiled at him through the dark, her expression soft and sweet.

colt’s heart thumped loudly. that urge to kiss her was back again, stronger than before. he wasn’t usually the sort of person that resisted an impulse, but part of him was terrified of pushing for more than she was comfortable with, scaring her away with his intensity. he knew he wasn’t the kind of guy a girl like her could handle.

but maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did, yet. ellie leaned in and pressed her lips against his, without warning, surprising him still. colt’s eyes went wide with shock before they slid shut and he kissed her back, twisting on the bike to slide an arm around her shoulders and yank her in as close as she could get.

ellie’s arms, still covered by the fabric of his leather jacket, wound around his waist. she kissed shyly, like she was worried she might be bad at it, but let him take the lead -- and eventually her mouth opened up under his and she shivered in his grip and gave back as good as she was getting, until his mind was blank and the only thing he could focus on was her, under his hands.

they both pulled away at the same time, struggling to catch their breath. she was looking at him like he assumed he must’ve been looking at her: in complete shock, her eyes wide. “wow.”

“yeah.” there was a sarcastic quip on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it in favor of studying her face some more -- her cheeks were as flushed as her red lips, which were slowly starting to curve up into a gentle smile. “you ok?”

“um, that was my first kiss,” she admitted, ducking her head. the few strands of hair that weren’t pulled back into her ponytail fell around her face. “i’m probably not helping on the whole you thinking i’m lame front, huh?”

his brain felt like it was short circuiting. “you -- i -- for real?”

“okay, it’s not like i didn’t have options,” she started defensively, rushing to explain, “it just never felt like the right time, and i was waiting for something special, and -- this felt special to me.” her eyes flashed, as though she was waiting for him to start making fun of her at any moment. that was probably fair -- he’d definitely thought about it. “i like you.”

“i like you, too.” probably more than he should. definitely more than he’d ever set out to like anyone, when he’d packed up all his shit and agreed to give this stupid college thing a try.

but she was a distraction he felt was worth the risk.

the expression on her face transformed into something cautiously pleased. “you do?”

“you’re kidding, right? ask logan -- this is the most i’ve left my room in three semesters. i’ve been losing my mind trying to impress you.”

her eyebrows arched. “really? it sure hasn’t seemed that way to me.”

“well -- you were giving me mixed signals.”

he smirked as her expression turned indignant. “i was giving you mixed signals? you went home with that girl!”

colt winced. he was really hoping she hadn’t noticed that. “i thought you were asking me about logan for yourself.”

ellie stared blankly back at him. “oh my god, you’re an idiot.”

“we’re both idiots,” he corrected, rolling his eyes at her.

just as she opened her mouth to bite back, a loud roll of thunder cut through the stillness surrounding them. “shit,” colt sighed, “we should --”

rain started to pour down in heavy sheets, immediately soaking his t-shirt through to the skin. ellie yelped, fumbling for her helmet while he quickly started the bike up again, waiting for her to squeeze her arms around him before speeding back to campus as quickly as possible.

the foot traffic in his building was minimal -- they’d managed to find the sweet spot in the middle of the night where everyone who’d gone out to party was out already, and it was too soon for people to be coming back, so they had their run of the hallways when they rushed inside.

they both laughed breathlessly as they raced up the stairs and into his dorm, dripping water all over the floor.

“god, sorry about your jacket,” ellie said, stripping out of it and leaving it on one of the desk chairs, accepting the towel he passed over to her with a smile.

“it’s fine,” colt said, rubbing his own towel over his hair. “sorry about your -- everything.”

ellie dissolved into giggles that tapered off when he pulled off his soaked t-shirt and flung it into the corner of the room where the rest of his laundry was waiting.

she was staring.

“see something you like?”

the sound of his voice appeared to startled her into looking away, and she laughed again, more nervously this time. “don’t be a dick. you know you’re hot.”

“maybe, but i wanna hear you say it,” he said obnoxiously, his grin widening. “do you think i’m hot?”

ellie drew the towel in her hands around her shoulders, pursing her lips at him. “i think you’re smug, arrogant, obnoxious and wasting your potential.”

if it were at all possible, his grin grew larger. “and?”

she sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward. “and you’re obviously very hot.”

“thank you,” colt said primly, “was that so hard?”

ellie rubbed the towel around her down her arms again before whipping it off and smacking him gently with it. “your ego doesn’t need any more compliments from me.”

colt caught the towel in his hand and used it to tug her in closer. “maybe,” he allowed, dropping his voice as soon as she came near, “but you’re the only one i actually wanna hear them from.”

she blinked at him. her eyes dropped to his mouth.

slowly and deliberately, he wound the towel around his hand, pulling ellie in the last few steps it’d take to close the distance between them. she stumbled forward, reaching out and resting her hands on his arms.

colt locked eyes with her, trying to read her gaze for a sign that he should stop. but there wasn’t one.

he bowed his head and pressed their lips together again, softly at first and then, when she didn’t step on his foot and elbow him in the stomach, a little more boldly, firmly working his mouth against hers.

ellie slid her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, pushing her fingers into his wet hair and angling him in deeper. for someone who’d only just had her first kiss, she had killer instincts -- something he was already looking forward to exploring.

if he’d been waiting for a sign that she was the missing his piece his life had needed, this sure felt like it, or something close to it. she was both the type of girl he’d never go after and exactly what he’d been unknowingly wanting for a long time all rolled into one devastatingly sexy and infuriating package. for as long as colt could remember, he’d assumed there was something unsavory about the way he couldn’t bring himself to consider anyone else he met an equal -- like maybe there just wasn’t anyone else as smart, interesting or determined as him, but... ellie somehow managed to be all that and more.

they had a surprising amount in common. even more surprisingly, that felt like something positive, instead of a curse.

he settled his hands on the small of her back and pulled her in closer, fascinated by the way his thumbs touched as his hands caged her narrow waist. the urge to get her underneath him on his bed swelled until it was no longer ignorable, though just as he started to walk her back over to it, the door to the room swung open abruptly.

they sprang apart as logan stumbled into the dorm. he looked surprised to see them, but then a wide smile lazily overtook his face and he said, “woah, sorry. i can come back later.”

colt glared at him, but it didn’t stop logan from looking between the two of them with his eyebrows arched meaningfully. “yeah, you should --”

“it’s fine,” ellie said loudly, cutting him off. “is it still raining outside?”

logan blinked, seemingly noticing ellie’s damp hair and colt’s bare chest for the first time. “oh. no.”

ellie squeezed his hand, looking back at him questioningly. “walk me home?”

he exhaled, already nodding as he moved to find a new shirt. “yeah. one sec.”

“good to see you, ellie,” logan nodded, still grinning at the both of them even when colt rolled his eyes and started dragging her towards the door, “come back soon, okay?”

ellie shivered the whole way back to her dorm, making him wish he’d grabbed his jacket again before they left. it was mostly quiet while they walked, though the closer they got to the freshmen buildings the louder campus became, with the night getting late enough that people were finally starting to make their way home from the bars.

“so much for my meeting with my advisor tomorrow,” ellie said when they slowed to a stop outside of her building, her jaw cracking with a wide yawn. he shrugged at her, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

this was new to him. part of his brain was insistent that maybe what they’d just done could technically count as a date, though that thought was admittedly a little uncomfortable to confront.

he didn’t think he’d ever been on a date like this before, or, at the very least -- not one that he’d cared about quite so much.

but then she smiled at him, and provided a momentary reprieve from his over-analyzing. “this was fun. maybe next weekend you can help me try something else new.”

colt licked his lips and smirked at her. “i have a few ideas.”

ellie immediately caught on to his implication and flushed pink. the way she smiled softly as she glanced away was almost worryingly cute. “we still have to finish our project.”

“i know. i’m not gonna leave you hanging.” he continued to stare down at her even as her gaze flit around the small section of campus her dorm was tucked away in, looking out over the lawn in front of her building and back to him again.

“you mean that?”

“yeah.” ellie finally looked back at him, then, and caught his eyes. he felt one corner of his mouth lift despite himself into a lopsided smile.

“you’re not gonna get kicked out of school?” something like vulnerability shone in her eyes.

“well -- not before next weekend,” colt answered obnoxiously.

he was hoping to make her laugh, and she did. she reached up and hit his shoulder. “i’m being serious!”

“i know you are.” he paused. getting kicked out of school had always been step one of the plan. if his fucking parents weren’t going to take him seriously, he was going to have to make them -- that started with putting college in his rearview mirror, one way or another.

changing course at this point felt like a weakness.

but she looked pretty hopeful.

“look,” he sighed, “what do you want me to say? i can’t predict the future.”

maybe it was crazy to even think about putting everything on hold for someone he’d literally just fucking met, but there was no denying the way his pulse sped up anxiously when she frowned and ducked her head to stare at her toes.

“i’m not trying to start something that’s just going to set me up to get hurt,” ellie said.

she had a point. he should probably let her get away now, then -- there was no guarantee he wouldn’t hurt her; in fact, it was probably a safe bet he’d do just the opposite. his life wasn’t structured to accommodate a girlfriend.

...but maybe it was time he learned to adapt.

there were few things colt could promise her with certainty that he wouldn’t break them, but there was one thing he had absolute control over. “okay. you want me to promise you i’ll stop trying to get kicked out of school? it’s done. i promise.”

ellie blinked. she looked stunned, as though he’d said the absolute last thing she’d been expecting to hear come out of his mouth. “really?”

“sure.” the look on her face was soothing, a reassurance that despite how new all of this was to him, he wasn’t completely bombing. “as long as you’ll keep making it all suck less.”

everything had seemed markedly less annoying since he’d met her, just a week ago. classes were fun again with someone on his level to argue with, someone whose buttons he could press effortlessly and who always reacted so perfectly when he did. weekends were filled with promise, an opportunity to do something other than sulk in his room suddenly on the horizon.

time no longer felt wasted or like it was dragging at a snail’s pace -- at least not when she was around. now he was desperate for it to slow down, so he could spend even just a few more minutes talking to her, learning her viewpoint on anything and everything, figuring out what made her fucking tick.

...getting her to sigh in that sweet way she did when their lips touched.

“i think i can do that,” she smiled, setting an unfamiliar warm feeling loose within him. optimism, his brain helpfully suggested. maybe the rest of the semester won’t be that bad.

maybe this college thing had its merits after all.

#rodaw #colt kaneko #ellie wheeler #colt kaneko x mc #choices rod #colt kaneko x ellie wheeler #listen i have never once pretended to not be a sucker for college aus #long post #myfic #i read 2 of my old term papers again so i could have accurate classroom dialogue for this #i also had to read a wikihow on how to ride a motorcycle #anyway ummmm i love them your honor #there's nothing n/s/f/w in this one if anyone was wondering #just swearing and absurdity #and the subtext #ride or die

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ace-t-fic · 3 years

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This a Peter si fic I started (its purely 'feel good' no eye roll moments) but never found out what I wanted to do with it. This hasn't been grammar checked ethier.

The yearly trip to science industries (after the fiasco concerning OC labs) was heavily guarded by the gpa efficiency minimum and it was usually 123 Seniors at Midtown high each year. That only left less than 30 who had the gpa needed in order to attend the field trip. But with detentions and tardies that often brought it down to 25 added in with the people who actually turned in their permission slips drop that number down to a solid 13. That usually meant the whole decathlon team, one jock, the Sat acres and people with tiger parents.

So when the paper was only passed to Peter and Flash in their homeroom he wasn’t surprised who qualified for the field trip.

Last year's field trip the students all got to go to Tesla and returned the day after. Liz said it was a fun experience and even one of the kids was later offered an internship available to him after their graduation. Liz herself wasn’t all that interested in the company herself but she said the experience was an enjoyable one. So Peter would have been lying if he said he wasn’t practically buzzed for when his senior year trip came.

He wondered if they would be able to tour the new labs Wakanda had set up. He wanted to go for a while but their outside personnel was strictly limited to certified personnel and those with names that ended with Stark or Banner or Avengers. But the name staring back at him was just laughing at him, “congratulations, you have qualified for this year's exclusive Senior trip to SI inc.” an all paid expense to visit his work. Now instead of taking the City bus he could just catch a ride on a big ugly yellow one.

Not that this was a let down it was still an amazing opportunity many would kill for. He thought gazing behind him to stare at Flash who fist bumped the air. The attention caught his attention and he made brief eye contact with Peter with a smug little smile on his face. Peter only flashed back his before the flash rolled his eyes and no longer paid him attention.

Flash still didn’t partially believe Peter's internship-neither did anyone else really- but flash was the most put out about it. He would be lying if he says he wasn’t rooting for Peter the night of his junior year party. He even helped Diana, the maid clean and dust just in case Spiderman really did show up. And when he didn’t show up he told Peter exactly how he felt about it with a new string of nicknames. Added on to the occasional passive agressive shoulder shove but nothing more or less beyond that. Sure he was a dick but he wasn’t a good fighter, just richer than Parker he was beating him in the fight of life.

Peter only rolled his eyes back, shoving the paper into the back of his class notebook.

The minutes ticked by steadily as Peter waited to meet Ned at his locker. He’s almost deadly positive Ned received one too and is waiting to shake the life out of his shoulders. Peter may work at Si but Ned’s never been and the experience in itself is quite entertaining. Things are always different when best friends are involved.

“Anyone who received a field trip paper will have to have it signed and returned to me, the office, or Mrs. Meyers up to five days before the date of the field trip. Other than that we will continue on with the stock market Tomorrow!” The teacher screamed over the rustling papers and scraping chairs as he let them out a minute early, if you ask anyone on campus that made him the cool teacher.

Petter grabbed his folders, having lost another backpack he was sure laid webbed to the building and exited the room. He easily made it to his locker before Ned did and even got to close it before he was approached

“Dude you can show me your lab.” he whispered to peter.

“Actually I can’t, my lab is Tony’s and that's only because Bucky has been keeping him away from the lab.” Peter announced before he got his hopes up. “We’re probably gonna tour below mid level, I don't think they allow anyone without a permanent badge into any of the labs.”

“Do we get to meet any of the avengers?”

“Probably Bruce, he’s usually chilling with all the other scientists. It’ll be cool though you know i haven’t actually met him? The dude has to be dumb smart, you know Tony scraps ideas if he can’t get Bruce to sign off on them.” Peter gushes, before an arm is roughly swung around his shoulder. “Ow-no.”

Flashes pffts, “give me a break i hate this as much as you but apparently since I’m friends with idiots i have to slum it with you and- I’m sorry what's your-”

“Ned”

“Yeah Ned, that sounds familiar for the trip. I asked more about it and this might be a good time to turn in our submissions for the upcoming Intern conference. We get in ahead and we can probably impress him enough for our stuff to actually be looked at. Peter, I know your tech smart, I do numbers and possibilities and Ned we’ve been in coding since middle school together so we can definitely do that.” Flash rambles.

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been coding together for 6 years and you just barely remembered my name?”

“What I’m talking about-Peter is welcome to the winning team. Listen your smart parker you may or may not have an internship although its kinda sketchy that out of nowhere you a loser 17 year old defies all social laws and pops on the popularity chart” Understandable he still cursed Ned for saying anything right before he asked Mary jane to prom god that was embarrassing.

You know that fancy stuff doesn’t bother me Peter. If I wanted to solely date you for your internship I’d hope someone would’ve knocked sense into you to get over me.

“But I honestly feel as if we wow at least one impressionable person. They'll seek us an audience with Stark before the rest of the crowd.” Flash continues.

“You know that honestly doesn’t sound bad?” Ned finishes unsure over the look of alarm on Peter's face. Because yeah it’s not a bad idea and that expo meant the world to the real science losers around the GLOBE. And Ned really did want to be involved beyond the guy in the chair way before Peter turned into Spiderman. Peter would probably still be hands deep in his theories if he hadn’t gotten bit by some escaped lab spider. This expo at one point in his life -sophomore year- was the only thing that was gonna get Aunt May out of the nearly slumps.

And flash…. Well he’s just a fucking nerd to put it lightly he was just rich, and since he was rich and gushes this much about being a intern of all things meant he might’ve been worse then both Peter and Ned when they first envisioned running coffee for Tony stark.

Plus it would be kinda unfair to see if he could pull strings for Ned instead of proving that he was capable of it far more on his own. “Fiiiinn-”

“Whoop! You might actually not be so bad penis.” and with a clap on his shoulder disappearing with the ringing of the bell.

Peter clenched his jaw shooting a ‘why’ look at Ned, “Oh don’t give me that look, you think I want to work with him. He has money and resources and he is good at real numbers not technical of coding, look you're an spaceship mechanic, he does the landing the thrust or whatever they do and I’m the guy who counts down which is honestly better then both of those jobs-”

“Please Ned you're embarrassing me '' Peter laughed as he and Ned made their way through the day. 2 months until the field trip that was more than enough time for three geniuses to at least come up with a concept and a prototype for something cool.

Scrap that they’re screwed.

“I almost died.” Ned said, sitting in a shock of foam. “You guys just sat there, you were gonna watch me die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Ned reared back at Flash's comment, “Dramatic! I just went up in flames!”

“Hey, it was your boy Peter who made it. Plus maybe if he didn’t bail early last Monday we could’ve caught that our numbers weren’t matching up with his” Maybe if some assholes weren't trying to rob F.E.A.S.T after their charity event he wouldn’t have had too.

“I told you things happen Flash, I do in fact have a life.”

“MJ tell you that”

“-oo burn”

“Ned!- ok listen in order for this hoverboard to work we have to make sure everything is matched up. It shouldn’t have done that so something else must’ve gone wrong too.” Peter explained grabbing the notebooks and tossing them on the Flashes workbench. Hoverboard and back to future stickers on the covers.

“Might be the fact that it isn’t Hovering. But that's just me.”

#peter parker #flash tompson #ned leeds #si feild trip

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marvelatthehottotties · 4 years

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Steven Grant Rogers - Prologue

A/N: These will be mini series for the avengers that has been co-written by a dear friend of mine @keliza

Masterpost Chapter 1

Warnings: Death of loved one, angst

Words: 2,346

“Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” - William Shakespear

Love is a magical thing. Some explain it though religion, others use science. The truth is we don’t know why it happens. Nobody truly knows what brings two souls together in the universe. Perhaps the most magical thing is when those two souls finally meet and bring a new life to the world. This is a daily occurrence. Every single day about 385,000 babies are brought into this world.

It was the fourth day of July in 1996 that one very special child was born. The 220th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence was the day Steven Grant Rogers was brought into the world. His mother, Sarah Rogers, often called him her little patriot. Steve’s upbringing was a loving one for many years. It was just Steve and his father and mother.

On Father’s day in 2000, Steve’s father went to the hardware store, but he didn’t come back. This left Sarah in a tough position. She didn’t have a job, they were a single-income family. Her husband made enough money to support them so she never had to worry. Now she was on her own with a toddler. Luckily, their hometown of Avalon had a pretty good public school. She was able to get Steve enrolled in kindergarten so she could get a job.

When Steve was 6, they discovered he had asthma. This wouldn’t be a huge deal for most families, but Sarah was just getting by with the bills on a hostess’ income. They made it though. Steve had gotten good grades and progressed well, all things considered. Avalon wasn’t an expensive place to live, and once Sarah had found a job that would support them, they lived happily.

Steve was about 9 when he met James ‘Bucky’ Barnes in fourth grade. The two became best friends rather quickly. It was evident to everyone around them the two would be friends for a lifetime. The two did everything together. When Bucky needed him, Steve was there. When Steve needed him, Bucky was there.

The boys had looked out for one another, but nothing could prepare Steve for the year of 2008. Steve was 12 years old when Sarah fell ill. They were sitting in the hospital when Steve heard the news that his mother was terminal. Bucky was by his side the whole time. Steve wouldn’t forget the day the words, “She has two- maybe three years.” left the doctor’s moth. This brought a sound from Steve that he didn’t know possible. Anguish. Despair. His mother was his light. His Angel. The thing that kept his feet on the ground, and now she was dying. Words cannot explain the closeness that Steve and his mother shared.

From that moment, Steve pledged his life to his mother. He came home from school every day and made sure she got her medication, did his homework, helped her with dinner, then watched a movie with her until she fell asleep. Sometimes they would play a game of Monopoly or Life.

Soon, Steve was old enough to get a job. Without his mother’s income and his father having abandoned them, they were left destitute. It was a fight to get her medication and put food on the table. Steve had to make sacrifices. His mother’s Diabetes had been progressing- they say she had it long before they knew. It didn’t take long for their funds had run dry, all their savings gone. Steve had a job as a grocery store clerk after school on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays but it wasn’t enough.

Sarah’s insulin had been far more expensive than he had anticipated and they couldn’t afford it. It was that or food. It was a choice nobody should have to make. Steve would rather go hungry so his mother could get every second longer out of her life. That’s when Bucky stepped inside, a bag hidden behind his back.

“I come bringing gifts.” he said firmly, plopping a paper sack on the wooden table. Steve looked up from his books. Papers were scattered along the oak on over half of the table. He wanted to go to college but it was a far off dream. “What’s this?” The blonde stood, peeking into the bag then snapped it closed, the paper crunching loudly in the kitchen. “What is this??” the blonde whispered at his dark-haired companion. “Food. It is what you put in your mouth hole that gives you energy.” Bucky said in an overly snaky tone. “I don’t- I can’t accept this,” Steve tried to deny the gift.

“Too bad,”

“Bucky. I can’t,”

“You can. Dad paid for it anyways so it’s no money out of my pocket. Now you-” Bucky placed two firm hands on his pal’s shoulders, the slender boy shuddering at the sudden pressure, “sit.” Bucky plopped Steve down into his chair. “Ea,t” He pulled a pre-made sandwich out of the bag and placed it in front of his friend, “And do your homework so that you can play Uno with us.” Bucky said firmly then grabbed two more and crossed from the kitchen/dining room into a small bedroom. Steve sighed, hearing his mother’s voice and Bucky’s mingling in the distance. His friend was more charitable than he realized.

He spent about 30 more minutes doing his homework. He had an hour to spend with them before he had to go to his second job at a nearby craft shop. His boss had allowed him to put some items in the shop, knowing that Steve was struggling, so that they may sell and he could get some extra money. Bucky seemed to come around less often recently. He thought it was because his father didn’t like Steve that well. He didn’t know why, but the last few years he got the vibe that he wasn’t liked by the owner of Avalon Insurance.

He came into the room slowly, always hesitant to step into his mother’s room. It wasn’t because she was there- it was because he was scared she wouldn’t be. He knew she was already two years passed when they said she would die. He knew she could go any day. It scared him more than anything in the world. Bullies he could deal with. Bucky’s asshole father, he could deal with. An asthma attack, he could deal with… but losing Sarah… it would change him and he was terrified of it.

Push those thoughts aside, Soldier. He reminded himself. He was his mom’s soldier and he needed to fight for their comfort while she fought for her life. He stepped into the small bedroom, a twin sized bed sitting in the middle of the room, the walls painted a light lilac color, a matching quilt over his mother. He walked across the stained carpeting and sat on his mother’s bedside. The woman had blonde hair that matched her son’s, but she was very thin and clearly not well.

“Where did these come from?” the tall dark haired man asked, his eyes bright. Steve cocked his head to the side then nodded, “I drew those for mom” he said. In his hand, Bucky held about thirty sketches. Some were landscapes, but most were body parts. Many were of himself or of his mother. That's all they needed. A couple were of Bucky too. What Bucky found the most interesting was that many were of hands. His mother’s hands. His and hers together. Some were of her lips, her nose. Steve had a talent. Not even Bucky knew. “She liked one I did so i’ve been doing it a lot” he nodded to her gently. He had a knack for bodies and the human form.

“You never cease to amaze me, Rogers” Bucky ruffled his hair.

The next two years were more than his mother could have asked for. She survived 4years passed they said she would, and Steve never stopped. He still worked at the art shop, attended classes through the week at the local college (part time), got a new job in management at a local department store that paid a little better, and had been doing some drawings at the local fair every summer. That’s where most of his college money came from.

Bucky had recently found out while on a run that Steve had stopped renewing his inhaler medication to afford his mother’s insulin. It was a hard choice, as Steve knew if he had an attack bad enough, it would mean hospital bills they couldn’t afford, but it was a risk he had to take. This caused a mild fight between the best friends because Bucky just knew Steve was going to lose his mother, and he worried for his brother more than anything in the world.

Wednesday November 12, 2014. This was a day Steve would never forget. He woke up that morning, made breakfast for him and his mother, then went to class. When he returned he had 20 minutes to spend with her then had to go to work at the art shop. That’s when it happened. He came into his mother’s room to tell him about his school day as he always did, and she just looked at him. A sad, distant expression in her eyes.

“Come my son.” She whispered. Steve made his way to her, mentally going over a checklist to make sure she got all of her medications. She had other things as a result of her diabetes, all of which had to be monitored. “Are you feeling alright” he asked, running a hand over her face and gently taking her hand. She gave it one firm squeeze, “It’s time” she whispered. She had known all day, but held out as long as she possibly could. “Lie with me” the woman whispered to him. Steve felt the blood rush to his face, time. It couldn’t be. Not yet. Please, God. Steve thought to himself as he lied beside Sarah. The woman wrapped herself in his arms, the two holding each other.

“I am so proud of you, my son” she whispered. Steve felt tears brimming the bottom of his eyes, “Everything I’ve done is for you.” She gave a gentle nod, coughing a little bit as she inhaled. “I know… but it’s time you lived your own life.”

“This is how I want to live my life- mom, with you.” Steve choked, trying his hardest not to cry at his mother's last moments with him. “No,” she said stubbornly. Even on her literal death bed, Sarah Rogers was a strong woman and wouldn’t take any other answer than what she knew to be correct. “You have lived the last six years being my humble doctor.” she said quietly. “I’m thankful-” she stopped. She cleared her throat and cupped his cheeks, “I’m thankful I got to see the man you will become.You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud of who you are.”

Steve felt the tears begin to roll down his cheeks, “Mommy please don’t leave me-” She tutted and kissed his hands, snuggling back down into his arms. “Shh…” she soothed. “I will be okay.” she said, her voice faltering. She closed her eyes. The two lied like that for nearly half an hour before a quiet whisper breathed, “I love you, my Patriot.”

“I love you too, mom… more than life itself.” Steve said to her. He had so much more he wanted to say to her but he couldn’t find the strength to speak again. He had drifted off to sleep with her in his arms, no regard to call into work and let them know- he didn’t care. All that mattered was Sarah and him. He didn’t even call Bucky to tell him his favorite woman was dying.

Part of him thought Bucky knew. Part of him knew. She hadn’t been doing well the last few days and Bucky asked to speak with her alone. Maybe he was saying goodbye. Not that he would ever admit it.

The next time Steve opened his eyes, the sun had come up. He fell asleep around 6 pm and slept nearly 12 hours. He was exhausted. He looked to Sarah, the woman’s eyes were closed, her lips together, but it didn’t look like she was asleep. There was no stiffness in her muscles. Her cheeks had sunken in. Her body relaxed. She was gone.

Steve had thought this moment over a million times in his head. How he would react. He thought he would scream. Be angry. Cry. But right now… He knew she was finally at peace. He didn’t know where you went when you died. None of us do. But he knew wherever she was, she wasn’t suffering. Sure, she had survived four years longer than they said, but she didn’t live. She was bedridden most of that time.

Steve kissed her hands, knowing this was the last time they would hold each other. “I love you” he whispered and hugged her body close to his. He sighed shakily, tears running down his face, wishing he could talk to her again. “I’ll make you proud. I promise” he vowed to her. He stayed there, knowing he could spend an eternity in bed with her. He let out a huff, pulling himself away from her bed and standing up. He knelt by her bed, packing away all her medical stuff.

He gave a soft sigh and tucked her in so she looked more comfortable. He smoothed her hair out of her face and grabbed her rosary off her side table. He regretted he didn’t get her last rites. He wasn’t all that religious, but he knew she was. She didn’t ask for it, though. Maybe she had it arranged while he was at school. He would never know though. Once he was satisfied by how she looked more like she was sleeping, he went to the living room and picked up the phone.

Call Bucky.

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#avengers au #avengers #steve x reader #steve x you #steve x y/n #captain america #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #new series #superpowers

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creek-cryptid-deluxe · 3 years

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Dear readers, if you are actually here often enough you know by now that I mostly have this loosely assembled mass of posts I refer to as a blog in order to vent about the shite parts of my life without having to burden the people I love and trust. But occasionally something lovely happens and I post about that instead. This, guys, gals, and animals in a trench coat, is one of those times. Let us revisit 3 incidents that happened yesterday....

Incident#One: The Spawn came downstairs to put on her shoes to go to her one in person class, cosmetology, at the high school tech center & said “omg Mom, shit is going down in cosmo today. You need to hear this...” The following is the story she told me:

The tech center serves the entire school district, so students that have been accepted to the programs there come from all 4 of the high schools. In cosmetology they sit at tables similar to old science lab tables, 2 students on each side, 4 students total. They can choose who sits at their tables together, so The Spawn’s table is her (obviously), her friend (who we will call GG) that is a cute little goth girl that has been to my house a couple of times and told me she admires my decor (love that), and 2 cheerleaders from another h.s. One of the cheerleaders is a sweet girl that both The Spawn & GG are friends with. The other is the perfect stereotype of the mean girl cheerleader, is incredibly rude and snobby, but is the nice cheerleader’s bestie, so they allow it. We will call that second cheerleader “Mean Girl”. Well, GG facetimed The Spawn before class that morning and said:

“I’m fed up with Mean Girl. She’s incredibly rude and disrespectful. Ever since she started sitting with us, she refuses to properly wear her mask and forces her way into sitting right next to you, even though you’ve expressed repeatedly that if you get exposed to the virus and your mom gets it, she won’t survive it. (this is a fact, straight from my lung doctor’s mouth.) I’m going to talk to [instructor & head of program that LOVES The Spawn] and if she won’t do anything, like [instructor The Spawn has spoken to a few times about this], I’m going to put Mean Girl in her place and tell her to wear her fucking mask right or find some other table to infect. Nobody deserves to die from this virus, but certainly not your mom. She’s so nice and so cool. Mean Girl is fucked up for that & it’s getting fixed TODAY.”

Y’all. I have met this girl twice & she is willing to throw down for my safety. For anyone wondering why The Spawn hasn’t taken it further than repeatedly talking to Mean Girl and [instructor], it’s because after an incident in middle school, she is very fearful of confrontation on that level.

Incident#Two: I get a call from The Spawn after she has left cosmetology & picked up Brook for a trip to the nail salon. Here is how that call went down:

“Momma, Brook is dying. Can you help?”

“Um... I’m going to need more information.”

“Remember how my periods were before birth control? How I would miss 5 days of school and just lay in bed bleeding & puking from the cramp pain? That’s what’s happening. She took a bunch of advil but it hasn’t helped. She’s been in the car for 10 minutes & I’ve pulled over twice for her to puke.”

“Oh man. Poor kid. Has she ever tried midol? It’s specifically formulated to handle period stuff.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t work for her.”

“Ok. Well I have a couple heating pads that plug into a usb port for the car, saltines sprite and peppermints for the nausea, and she can take one of my muscle relaxers. Cramps are just basically muscle cramps but in your uterus and the type of muscle relaxers I take don’t fuck you up.”

“Ok, thanks momma. I knew you’d know what to do. Oh! Do you have pads?”

“Yeah, from last time one of your friends was over and didn’t use tampons.”

“Ok, we’ll be there in a minute.”

They show up and I load them up with all the stuff they need. They depart.

Incident#Three: This one ties back to #Two. So about 20-30 minutes later, my front door opens. In shuffles Brook, looking like she’s barely alive, and she immediately scampers to my bathroom to dry heave. She comes back and says:

“Hey, I couldn’t handle the nail salon. But I’d rather die over here than at my house.” (For context, her mom passed when she was 9 & she lives with just her dad and little brother. I’ve been her resource for chick related stuff like how to do her makeup and handle her hair.)

“Honey, you know I consider you my second child, so you are always welcome here, any time and in any state. Want me to gather you some supplies, like a lined trash can, so you can go lay down in The Spawn’s room?”

“Yes please.”

So while I gather up supplies for her, we chat about what’s going on a bit. It’s definitely the pain that’s causing the puking, so I give her a quarter of one of my pain pills just so she can have a little relief, hopefully. Then she goes up to hibernate in The Spawn’s room with instructions to call or text me if she needs anything or if quarantined pup starts whining so I can take her out. Then I settle in and text The Spawn to update her. Her response:

“Thank you Momma. I knew that you’d be the best person to take care of her since you’ve always taken such good care of me when I’m sick or in pain. I will text you when I’m on my way back.”

MY HEART. things like this let me know that at some point, somewhere along the way, I did something right while parenting.

Obviously...

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joonie-beanie · 5 years

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YOU ASKED FOR IT!!! Can you please make it funny? Ahaha Prompt: “I threw away your letter because it was too long for me to read.” Madara x Reader

So idk if this turned out as funny as you had been hoping, but this is the first idea that popped into my mind, so I just went with it!

You’re standing in the doorway to Madara’s office, backpack heavy on your shoulders, with your wide gaze trained on the esteemed professor. Startled at the words he had just spoken to you, you cock your head to the side, forced smile on your lips.

“I’m sorry?”

His gaze holds not a speck of interest. In fact, perhaps it holds a bit of malice.

“I threw away your letter because it was too long for me to read.”

Madara Uchiha, the professor you’ve had for three years now, had thrown out your letter pleading that he write you a letter of recommendation for a special program you had hoped to get into.

You’d sent the letter a month ago, and had convinced yourself that he was working on it and would email it to you. You’d let days go by, unaware that from the start, he hadn’t even bothered to read the letters contents.

Now, the deadline is tomorrow, and he’s staring at you as if you’re the strange one in this situation.

“Sir…I had asked you about the possibility of writing me a letter I need for a program application,” you explain to him, a laugh of disbelief bubbling in your throat. He raises an eyebrow, turning his chair slightly to face you.

“If that’s all you needed then why not just say that? Sending me a page long letter filled with a bunch of fluff is just annoying and a waste of time.”

He swivels back to face his computer screen, and you take a long stride into his office—anger building in your chest. Madara doesn’t even bother giving you a second look until you not-so-gently place your hands on his desk.

“Professor…,” you start with a seething breath, “my application is due tomorrow. I need that letter.”

“Well, you had better go and ask someone else, because I don’t have time,” he responds, pressing himself forward and meeting your gaze. You smile a wicked smile.

“You don’t have time to read my letter, or write me a recommendation, but you sure do have time to sit on your ass and look up—,” your eyes dart to his computer screen, “—30 ways to get your coworker fired.”

Madara quietly curses and attempts to close the tab. Grinning smartly, you prop a hand on your hip and cock an eyebrow.

“What? You and Mr. Hashirama at it again? I could go and tell him you’re planning to get him fired if you’d like.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass,” he responds in a snarl, glaring at you. Your face is alight with the sweet feeling of victory, and Madara sulks.

“Fine, I’ll write something. Come back in 2 hours.”

He pulls open a new document and begins to type out the date. Silently, you slip your backpack off your shoulders and take a seat in chair across from him. After a few seconds, he finally realized you haven’t left, and turns to look at you.

You smile.

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving and trusting you to do this on your own.”

Madara’s glare bores into you.

“You’re the child here, not me.”

“Says the man who sure is acting pretty childish,” you shoot back. For a second you swear his gaze looks red.

“I should really teach you how to hold your tongue. Or maybe punish you for the nonsense you’ve already said,” he grumbles, but nonetheless turns back to his computer. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Kinky, but no thanks.”

At that, Madara actually snorts a laugh.

“Bringing up kinks in front of your professor is a little bold, don’t you think?”

You pout thoughtfully. “You hardly act like one, so I didn’t realize.”

A vein starts to pop out on Madara’s forehead. “I’m seriously going to punish you soon.”

Grinning, you rest your head in your palm—elbow resting on his desk. “Oh, do tell.”

You know that egging him on is something you probably shouldn’t do, but you can’t help it. It’s in your nature, and he’s playing along.

Gaze slanting to look at you, a playful sparkle lights up his eyes.

“I’d hate to ruin the surprise.”

Caught off guard, you blink in shock, and the professor turns back to your in-progress letter. You stare at him, wondering why your heart is beating a little bit harder. You know that he had been yanking your chain just as you had been toying with him but…for some reason those words had held promise.

Shaking your head, you decide to drop the conversation. After all, you don’t want to cross a line that will seriously get you in trouble.

An hour later, Madara hands you the letter you had been awaiting. You read through it once—just to make sure it sounds good and doesn’t seem rushed—and then finally leave his office.

You manage to submit your application the next day, and once the weekend has passed, a new semester starts as well.

With the afternoon sun trailing high in the sky, you enter the science building and head up to the floor of the psychology department. Your next class is one you had signed up for last minute, to fill in some credits. The professor had been undecided upon your enrollment, and you hadn’t bothered to check back in and see who had been chosen. You’re sure it will be fine either way.

Stepping inside the class room, you find a seat near the middle of the room and begin unpacking your things. A few minutes later, when the class is nearly full, you hear the door shut. Your classmates quiet down, and you assume the professor has arrived.

Turning your gaze upwards, your heart nearly drops into your stomach when you see who is standing at the front of the room. Madara Uchiha, however, doesn’t seem nearly as surprised to see your sitting there.

Uncharacteristic grin lighting up his face, he addresses the class.

“Hello students, I am your professor for this section of Topics in Psychology, Madara Uchiha. You may address me as professor, sir, or any other name that doesn’t insinuate I’m your friend.”

Turning, he picks up an expo marker and begins to write something on the board. With each letter he draws, you feel your skin heat up in embarrassment.

Oh god.

“This semester,” he finally continues, his eyes flitting over to you, and you honestly want to die. “We will be going over the psychology behind sex.”

He motions to the topic on the board behind him, and sure enough, in big bold letters “PSYCHOLOGY OF SEX” is written.

“I will be the main lecturer, and Y/N—,” he motions to you, and you jolt. His gaze tells you to stand, so you do—shyly dipping your head to the rest of the class. “—who is a recognized student in this department, will be my very special assistant.”

Seeing as he’s done introducing you, you reclaim your seat, and begin to ponder death. Now you understand what Madara had meant when he’d told he’d be leaving his form of punishment a “surprise”.

He had known you’d be in this class with him, and had planned to single you out. And now…you’re suddenly his “assistant” in a lecture about…sex.

You look up at him, and he’s practically radiating with sadistic glee.

God save you.

#naruto drabble #madara x reader

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myimmunesystemsucks · 3 years

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2/11/2021

I found through many months of trying to get off of Prednisone that the injectable form of Methotrexate that I ended up switching to was not working for me. I was still suffering. My rheumatologist told me that I was at the maximum dose that they could try for me, so I was going to have to try a different treatment for my illness.

I've felt so defeated. I've been trying so hard to lose weight and gain some kind of self confidence. A lot of people have tried to make me feel lesser and constantly underestimate my ability. I've studied a long time to become competent enough to start working in the Forensics and criminal justice field. A lot of people don't think I'm smart enough and think that the information they get from political posts on social media are the truth rather than the scientific fact I've studied for so long. I think there is also internal bias because I am female. Many people still believe that women aren't smart enough to be doctors or scientists. I've functioned out of spite for so long because I wanted to show these same people that I didn't want to be a house wife. I wanted to make a difference through studying and applying my studies. I’m two semesters away from graduating and getting my Bachelor’s of Science. I want to go on and get my Master’s Degree some day. I am currently taking five classes and trying to maintain all A’s if possible. I just want to do well.

I haven’t been able to get a job because I’m not sure if I can even handle a job. I’ve thought about applying to some cannabis dispensaries in my area because it would be something I am knowledgable about. Unfortunately, I can’t do that until I’ve gotten vaccinated. I can’t take the risk of getting COVID with no immune system. Society makes me feel like I’m not a productive citizen without a job and I think this thought is always in the back of my mind. I beat myself up a lot about it. I think about how my family must see me in their minds: jobless and with no income. I don’t want to be all “woe is me”. I just want to express the things that have gone through my mind. I try to react to my thoughts with, “Society wants you to work yourself to death and that is not how humans are supposed to function”. I know this is a true statement but no one really seems to understand this statement. Capitalism.

Today, I found out that my insurance approved a new medication for me. Every six months I will go to an infusion center and get IV treatment for my autoimmune disorder. This treatment usually takes several hours but it has been life changing for a lot of people. I will be more susceptible to infections and illness (like COVID). But I won't have to worry about my hair falling out anymore. I will also be able to get off of Prednisone and hopefully start to lose more weight. If this treatment doesn't work, I don't know exactly what's next but it will probably involve medication that is slightly more harmful as side effects go.

The only way is forward. All I’ve ever known is forward. I’ve been trying to work out almost every day for 15 minutes to 30 minutes. I can only do as much as my body lets me. Today was one of those days where I could only work out for 15 minutes because my body is so tired. Sometimes I feel so weak when I can’t work out as much as I want to. I just want to feel accomplished in some way.

I just want to die feeling accomplished.

#autoimmine disease #autoimmune disorder #chronic illness #vent

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withyounct · 5 years

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What’s wrong kid? (3)

Reader X Single dad!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff

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Prompt: You notice a child crying at a school playground. You decide to see what’s up and meet an extremely stressed/extremely handsome father.

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A/n: Enjoy!

“You were so hesitant to take the key, but you use it the very next day.” Jaehyun commented as you strolled into the living room while saying ‘what up it’s your girl’.

“My morning class was cancelled, and I forgot my lab book here. Plus, I'm here to make your daughter’s dream come true.” You scanned around the room and found the book on top of the bookcase. You looked back at Jaehyun to find him staring intensely at his tablet with a mischievous smile. You tightened your lips and squinted at him. You were short, but incredibly prideful. So, you jumped. You heard him chuckle behind you. You whipped your head around to see him still staring at the tablet. Smile more visible than ever. You let out a small whimper trying to reach the book on your toes. Letting out a pout, you returned to your feet. You turned again to see that he had set down the tablet and was hiding his smile behind his hand.

“In my defense I put it up there so Hyunjin wouldn’t draw on it.” He confessed, walking over to you and handing over the book with ease.

“Oh, so it wasn’t to see me struggle?” You suggested.

“No. Of course not.” He lied. You scoffed, gently hitting his side with the lab book before putting it in your bag. You asked him about his normal morning routine since this was an odd time for you to be there. He informed you that Hyunjin was going to wake up in the 20 minutes or so and he had to prepare breakfast and her lunch. You offered to help, and he accepted the offer with smiles.

A childish argument about which was better, pancakes or waffles, erupted between you two. Jaehyun was adamant that waffles were superior, and you almost quit on the spot. A quick rock-paper- scissors decided pancakes were the meal of that morning.

You were happily mixing blueberries into the batter when you felt something being smeared on your cheek. You looked to your side to see Jaehyun smiling down at you before quickly retreating. Raising an eyebrow, you grabbed the whipped cream can next to you. The pure horror on Jaehyun’s face almost made you break into laughter, but you kept your face straight.

“Y/n listen. Here’s a paper towel, I'm sorry.” He pleaded moving away from you. You smirked, but persisted. “I literally just washed my hair, Y/n.”

“And I'm wearing make-up!” You yelled, lunging at him.

You two wrestled with the can and you successfully got some in his hair. While you were laughing in triumph, you let your guard down and was pinned to the fridge. Jaehyun quickly threw the can out of your grasp and held your wrists above your head. You tried to push off, but the strength of Jaehyun and the weakness of your laughter kept you pinned. You were too busy laughing to notice Jaehyun glancing at your lips.

“Daddy. Y/n.” Hyunjin’s voice croaked sleepily. You both looked at her confused expression and slowly drifted away.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Jaehyun said dumbly as if he was caught doing something terrible. You immediately collapsed to the floor laughing at how dumb and random that was. Jaehyun looked down at your sobbing figure and broke out into laughter as well. Hyunjin, who looked like a cute disaster, finally realized what was going on and ran to your side.

“Y/N. You’re here and its morning!” She screamed excitedly while falling on you.

“Morning, angel.” You greeted as you pulled her into your lap. You told Hyunjin about how mean her dad was being to you. Hyunjin, being the truest ride or die, helped you cover Jaehyun’s hair in whipped cream.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Hyunjin was changing into her uniform while you and Jaehyun finished cleaning the mess that was the kitchen.

“I can drop Hyunjin off, since it’s on my way.” You said putting away the last of the dishes. Jaehyun was filtering through some documents on the island, trying to get some of the cream debris off them. You glanced at them apologetically.

“I would appreciate that. Thanks.” Jaehyun sighed, sending you a small smile.

“Busy day ahead?” You inquired pointing at the stack of papers.

“No just a meeting I'm dreading.” He confessed. You hummed understandingly.

Hyunjin announced that she was ready. You both said your goodbyes and left.

Jaehyun was collecting his things when he spotted a ‘Good Luck! 😊’ note attached to his keys.

“It’s 8:45 in the morning and we have a meeting in an hour. Why the hell are you smiling?” Johnny grumbled whilst downing his coffee. Jaehyun shrugged, writing his points for the meeting that he wasn’t even a little bit ready for. Johnny, being Jaehyun’s COO and best friend, was comfortable enough to call him out on his bullshit.

“Does it have something to do with the cute college student/babysitter Hyunjin told me about?” He teased. Jaehyun’s shocked expression immediately gave him away. “Holy shit. I was right.” Even though Johnny was the one to tease him, his face matched Jaehyun’s. He slammed down his cup and made his way over to Jaehyun’s office phone.

“Yuta, I need help. Jaehyun came in SMILING and it wasn’t because of Hyunjin.” Johnny said franticly into the phone. Not even a minute later, Yuta rushed into Jaehyun’s office with a tired Taeil and annoyed Doyoung following suit.

“I brought help.” Yuta stated in a slightly panic tone.

“Talk.” Doyoung said simply. Jaehyun sighed and pushed himself from his work. He shyly recounted the evening and morning that he spent with you.

“A key. He gave her a key.” Yuta muttered quietly. The room was silent for about five seconds before it erupted into chaos.

“Guys chill out, it’s okay for him to like someone.” Taeil spoke for the first time that day. All eyes fell on Jaehyun and his ears turned red at the sudden accusation of him liking you. The room fell into chaos once more.

“Shut up. I can hear you guys from down the hall.” Taeyong announced entering the room. He was greeted with scream of ‘keys’, ‘whipped cream’, and ‘kabedon’. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“We have a meeting with the shareholders in 30 minutes, so let’s leave our CEO to prepare, okay.” He reasoned as he filtered everyone out.

“Jaehyun.” He called. Jaehyun turned to his friend.

“If it’s serious, take her out on a date.” Taeyong smiled. “And we want to meet her.” He said as he closed the door.

The meeting went as well as planned. The shareholders were happy about the progression of the company and signed off on the funds for their new project. Which happened to be your university’s new art building. Johnny, being ever the bearer of bright ideas, decided that they could do some scouting that the university during lunch. Jaehyun initially refused, but got dragged into it anyways.

“You do realize this campus is huge right?” Jaehyun asked being dragged from one end of the quad to the other. “Plus, she might be in class.” His brows knitted worriedly. He would be lying if he said that the thought of seeing you didn’t make his heart leap, but he was worried about how you would take his sudden appearance on your campus.

“Well you won’t tell us what she looks like or text her to let her know you’re here so,” Yuta said before he stopped a student to ask if they knew you. Jaehyun cringed at how shameless his friends were being.

“Science building.” He grumbled softly.

“What?” Johnny whipped his head away from a random student.

“She’s a biology major, so she might be in the science building.” Jaehyun saw the smirks on both Johnny and Yuta’s faces and knew he fucked up.

On the way there Jaehyun spotted you walking with one of your friends and stopped. The smile that made its way on your face from laughter made his heart stutter, and then reality smacked him in the face. Here you were in the prime of your life, hanging out with your friends and having fun. No real responsibilities and no real worries. He was reminded of his late wife, how she had to put her life on hold to take care of Hyunjin. She of course did it happily, but he still always felt bad. You were about the same age as her at the time, and his heart began to break at the thought of taking away your youth early just because he liked you.

“Let’s head back to the office.” He said suddenly as he watched you disappear into the library. Johnny and Yuta were about to protest when they saw how serious his face had become and how stale his tone was.

“What did you do?” Sicheng hissed at Johnny and Yuta when they arrived back. Jaehyun had said nothing to no one and locked himself in his office. Johnny and Yuta both shrugged and told them everything was fine until he suddenly changed.

“Well something happened.” Doyoung concluded. The group voted for Taeyong to go talk to him stating the ‘he’s scary right now and he only listens to you’. Taeyong, being the CFO, had a key to Jaehyun’s office and let himself in. He looked at his friend’s troubled features and sighed. He sat himself on one of the sofas in silence

“I can’t.” Jaehyun said simply rubbing his face. Taeyong hummed, encouraging him to continue. “She’s at the beginning of her life and I can’t just walk in with a child and mess all that up. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“So, you’re just going to decide what’s best for her without her knowing? Full offense, but that’s an asshole move.” Taeyong said bluntly. “From what little I've heard of her I can tell she would be hurt by that. But I'm not going to lecture you.” He got up, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder and left.

The rest of the afternoon went by way too slow for Jaehyun’s liking. He got virtually nothing done and felt shitty.

“Get up we’re leaving.” Sicheng suddenly said as he barged into the office. He didn’t give Jaehyun a moment to get confused as he pulled him outside. “Taeyong has deemed himself CEO of the day since you are ‘a terrible human being at the moment’, so we’re all getting off early.”

“My work.” Jaehyun tried.

“Will still be here when you’re reinstated as our CEO tomorrow, for now let’s go home.”

You had just finished putting Hyunjin down for her afternoon nap when you received a ‘I'm sorry in advance’ text from Jaehyun. Before you could reply, the front door slammed open and 6 very loud men barged in with an embarrassed Jaehyun behind.

“Hyunjin’s sleeping.” You shushed them harshly without much thought.

“I like her already.” Two of them said.

“Hey. I'm Johnny. The two who probably just adopted you are Taeyong and Doyoung. The short one is Taeil, and that’s Yuta and Sicheng.” Johnny introduced holding out a hand. You laughed at the group, shaking his hand.

“I'm Y/n. I've heard a lot about you guys.” You smiled.

“Aw she's cute.” Taeyong cooed.

“Okay bye.” Yuta said before he pushed you into Jaehyun. The group pushed you both out the door and locked it. You stood stunned and glanced at Jaehyun.

“They do know we both have keys, right?”

“Probably forgot in the excitement.”

Jaehyun asked if you’ve eaten to which you said no, so he drove you both to a restaurant. During the ride there and the lunch itself you noticed Jaehyun was more reserved than usual, it’s like his personality did a 180⁰ from that morning.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, the worry evident in your voice. Jaehyun looked up from his drink and smiled, but you could tell it wasn’t real.

“Yeah, sorry. I'm just thinking about work.” He lied. You hummed, but continued to stare at him. You thought of something and had to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. You pulled out your wallet and placed the bills down before Jaehyun could protest. You dragged him out the restaurant and demanded his keys.

“I want to take you somewhere special.” You whined cutely. He reluctantly handed them over and you drove.

“An indoor ice-skating rink?” Jaehyun questioned when you arrived.

“It’s one of my favorite places to go to and no one is here during this time, so it’s awesome.” You smiled and handed him his skates.

“I’ve never done this before.” He confessed nervously.

“That’s okay, just hold my hand.” You offered pulling him onto the ice. The moment he entered; he fell. You had to expel every ounce of will power not to laugh. You tried to help him up and ended up falling yourself. That broke your serious facade and you giggled. You both raised to your feet and Jaehyun held onto you for dear life, which you thought was beyond cute. Holding both of his hands, you pulled him around. Somewhere along the way, you saw the confidence make its way on his face and let go of one of his hands. A wide smile painted his face, eyes turning into crescents and you had to calm your beating heart.

“Okay this is kind of amazing.” He said in awe. You nodded smiling.

‘yeah this kind of is’

“Are you feeling better?” You asked returning the skates. The face that Jaehyun made was one of surprise.

“Wait, you did this for me?” He asked stunned.

“Well yeah. I like you smiling better so,” You blushed. Jaehyun’s blushed matched yours, but you decided to blame it on the coldness of the room.

The drive back was better than the trip there. Jaehyun was more engaged in the conversation and made way too many lame jokes. You found yourself laughing at everything he said and learned that your music taste was similar. After a short detour for ice cream, you made it back to his place.

You walked in to find his friends chilling in the living room with a sleeping Hyunjin cuddled on Taeil. Jaehyun promptly kicked his friends out while you put Hyunjin to bed. Since it was fairly early in the night, Jaehyun suggested a movie. Having trauma from the first movie session he deemed you un-trustable and picked the movie. To your dismay it was an action film.

“Tasteless.” You mumbled under your breath. Jaehyun heard and just chuckled. Throughout the movie, popcorn was secretly thrown between you two. The climax of the secret fight ended with Jaehyun pouring the entire bowl on your head.

“You win this time.” You squinted with a handful of popcorn in your hair. Jaehyun was in tears as he helped you pick them out. You both finished the rest of the movie in relative peace and you helped him clean up the mess.

“I should go. I have a test to probably pass in the morning.” You announced stretching. Jaehyun laughed at how weird that phrasing was.

Jaehyun, like always, walked you to the door. You turned to say goodnight when you felt a hand wrap around your neck. Your eyes flew to his then slowly down to his lips. You saw him do the same and smiled. Jaehyun slowly brought your lips together and your eyes fluttered close.

Kissing Jaehyun was like experiencing something new. The unknown aspect made you a little hesitant and scared, but the softness of his lips and the gentleness of his hand washed that all away. Jaehyun felt you relax and found the confidence to move his lips. He moved his hand from your neck down to your side and pulled you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a small whimper when you felt his tongue graze your bottom lip.

Just as soon as it started, it ended. He placed one last kiss on your forehead before pulling apart.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He smiled.

“Night.” You said in a daze.

The moment you were in the safety of your apartment, you let out a scream. Kun and Ten came rushing out their respected rooms in a panic.

“You good!?” Ten yelled.

You stared at them for a second before giggling and hiding your face in your hands.

“She’s fine.” Kun sighed.

Unbeknownst to you, Jaehyun was laughing like an idiot too.

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