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samdeancass · 3 years

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Friends with Benefits

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Pairing: Scott x OC, Derek x OC, Isaac x OC (brief)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac (briefly), Erica (briefly), Allison (mentioned), Kate (mentioned), Braeden (mentioned), Liam (mentioned), Kira (mentioned), Max (OC)

Words: 2,742

A/N: Max (OC) is Stiles' twin sister.

Description: After being unlucky in love with Derek and Isaac, Max falls into the arms of Scott.

Being Stiles’ twin sister was hard work. Max had to live with his incessant need to be annoying all day, every day, and to be honest he was beginning to drive her up the wall. Stiles always felt the need to be nitpick at everything that she did, which he knew annoyed her to no end. Sometimes, your dad, the Sherriff, had to pull you off Stiles because of how much he had angered her.

“Seriously Stiles, can you not go one day without annoying me?! You’re like one of those tiny bugs that you can’t see but is buzzing around everybody.”

Stiles pressed his hand to his chest mockingly. “Max, you cut so deep. How could you say that to me? I’m your brother!” A smile played on his lips when their father stopped Max from pouncing on him.

Although, if it wasn’t for Stiles, Max would never have met Scott. The three of them have been inseparable ever since they met. Scott had been there through everything Max and Stiles went through, especially the passing of their mother. After that, a solid friendship was cemented between the three of them. That’s why Scott trusted Max wholly with the fact that he was a werewolf. At first, she was a little hesitant but after some coaxing from both Scott and Stiles, Max grew more comfortable with it which made her trust in Scott grow stronger.

However, when Max met the mysterious new friend of Scott’s, her whole world changed.

“Err, Scott. Who’s that?” Scott and Stiles both turned in the direction you were looking. “That’s Derek. Derek Hale. He’s a werewolf, like me.”

Max couldn’t take her eyes off Derek ,who was leaning against his Camaro. There was something about him that drew her towards him. Before she knew what was happening, Max’s feet began to carry her towards Derek, a fire in her chest.

When Derek seen Max making her way towards him, he stood up straight and kept his eyes on her, as if he was entranced. “Hey, I’m Max. Stiles’ twin sister.” He took your outstretched hand and gave Max a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about that.” “HEY! I’m right here!”Both of them erupted into giggles at Stiles’ reaction and stared at each other for a while before Derek broke the silence. “So, do you know about everything that happens in Beacon Hills?”

Max nodded. “I’ve known for a while. I’m not gonna lie, it scares the shit out of me, but there is no way I’m going to let my town come under attack.” Derek nodded appreciatively before opening the passenger door of his Camaro. “Want to go somewhere else and get to know each other?”

Max turned back and looked at the two boys who were flirting, very badly, with girls two years older than them. A wide smile crossed her face before nodding. “Hell yeah!” Derek laughed at her enthusiasm before closing her door and making his way around to the drivers side.

Max’s feelings for Derek blossomed over the next few months but she wanted to keep them secret, so their friendship wouldn’t be ruined. However, during a fight with Derek, this secret was let slip.

“You need to stop fighting with Scott, Derek. Please. All he’s trying to do is keep this town safe!” Derek slammed his fists down on the table and turned to Max, his red eyes shining bright. “And what the hell do you think i’m trying to do, eh?” Anger was beginning to bubble in the pit of Max’s stomach.

“You really think that killing people is helping this town? Because it’s not! By doing this, you are pushing everybody away, including me. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to lose you!”

Derek’s eyes shone brighter as he walked over to Max and grabbed her shoulders. “I’m only killing the bad people, Max! Why can’t you understand that?! I’m doing this town a favour!”

A tear was threatening to slip down Max’s cheek as his words sunk in. “How can you think that killing people is the right thing to do? I thought you were better than that, Derek! I need you to be better, I need you to change!”

“Why? Why do you need me to change?! I’m perfectly fine the way I am!” The anger was beginning to bubble more; to the point that Max blurted out the one thing that she wanted to keep secret.

“Because I love you!” Max slammed her hands over her mouth as the last word was said. Loud cackling came from behind and Max turned around to see Erica walking towards them. She turned back around to Derek, who was staring at her in shock, before running out of the Hale House and into the forest.

For the next week, Max avoided anything to do with Derek. That was, until he decided to break into her house one night.

Max’s eyes shot open when she heard the sound of her bedroom window being opened. Carefully, she grabbed her lamp off her bedside table and hid at the side of the window, ready to attack the intruder. As soon as she seen two feet on the floor, Max swung the lamp towards the person.

“Ow! What the hell was that for!” Max walked closer and seen that the intruder was indeed, Derek Hale. “Derek?! What the hell are you doing sneaking into my room at 1o’clock in the morning?!”

“Well, I was hoping to talk to you about something, if you wouldn’t mind.” Derek nursed the back of his head whilst he took a seat at the bottom of Max’s bed. “What makes it so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?” Max took a seat next to Derek and examined the back of his head.

“I wanted to tell you before I lost my nerve.” Max quirked an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in what has made Derek so nervous. He took a deep breath and turned to Max.

“I know I should have told you this straight away, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I just wanted to make sure that what I am feeling for you is genuine because.... I care about you too much to hurt you. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you to. But we have to wait until you’ve graduated. It won’t look very good if a grown man is dating a high school student.”

Max stared at Derek with watery eyes and a large, beaming smile. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks and leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

A playful glint was evident in the corners of Derek’s eyes. “Yes, yes I do.”

Around a month after confessing her feelings to Derek, Max started to date Isaac. It was going so well at first. Max was beginning to develop feelings for Isaac as well as Derek. She loved being in Isaacs presence and he made her feel safe. However, all of that fell apart when Max found out that Isaac had cheated on her with Allison on their 6 month anniversary. After, Max had a fling with Aiden. This relationship wasn’t serious and it quickly ended when Aiden was killed by the Oni.

Max has been single ever since and she only had a year and a half left until she could graduate high school and finally be with the one man that she has always wanted. However, she didn’t know that the plans that she and Derek made all those nights ago was going to come crashing down around her.

Max had heard through the grapevine that Derek was dating Braeden, which she was absolutely fine with, until he left with Braeden after the pack had saved Scott from Kate and the Berserkers.

She was left heartbroken and through herself into her school work and the pack to keep her mind off Derek. Max became more focused on helping Liam hone his new werewolf abilities as well as helping him study for school. Stiles was, well Stiles. Scott was determined more than ever to keep the rest of the pack in Beacon Hills which is why he was broken when Kira left to gain control of her kitsune powers.

One night, Max and Scott were ‘studying’ for a huge maths final that was coming up. Laughing and giddiness filled the room as the two of them messed around on Scott’s bed. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Thanks, Scott, I really needed this.”

Scott turned to Max with a beaming smile. “Anything for my best friend.” Max cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought my brother was your best friend.” Scott placed a a finger to his lips. “Shh, it can be our little secret.”

They both lay down on the pillows and stared at the ceiling, content with each others company. “I’ve missed being with somebody like this, just having fun.” Scott turned to Max, his head resting on his arm and a warm smile on his face.

“I forgot to ask, how have you been since Derek left with Braeden? I know how much you cared for him.” At this question, Max’s whole demeanour changed and she stiffened up, still bitter about everything that had happened to her.

Scott sensed this change and immediately sat upright, concern written all over his features. “I’m sorry, Max. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s Ok.” Max shook her head and sat up. “It’ll do me some good talking about it. I’ve kept it bottled up for so long, I’ve grown to resent what me and Derek had.”

Scott scooted closer and wrapped a comforting arm around Max’s shoulders as she began to talk about how the events had affected her. “I just feel as though I’m not good enough for anybody. First, Isaac cheats on me and then Derek leaves me when he promised that we’d be together when I graduated, which isn’t to long away now.”

Her head hung low at the thought of graduation. What once was a happy thing to look forward to was now something that she resented as it would remind her of something that was never going to happen. “I’m never going to be good enough for anybody. I’m better off away from everybody, where nobody can get bored of me. I’m just something that people can have before they find something better.”

A low growl left Scott’s mouth as the last few words came out of Max’s mouth. Out of the blue, Scott grabbed Max’s face with both of his hands and kissed her. Max immediately melted into the kiss, running her fingers through his chestnut brown locks. Tongues began fighting for dominance as the kiss became more heated. Scott placed his hands on Max’s waist and heaved her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Max’s hands left Scott’s hair and travelled down the back of his neck and around to his chest.

She began to tug at the bottom of his shirt, indicating that it needed to come off. Taking the hint, Scott broke away and took his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. One by one, more clothes came off as the kiss developed further. A pile of them were at the foot of Scott’s bed, and both him and Max were naked in front of each other.

Max lay down on the bed as Scott manoeuvred himself on top of her, his eyes travelling the whole of her body. “So beautiful.” He leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips. One of his hands began to massage one of Max’s breasts, which made her groan into the kiss. Scott chuckled at her response and began to kiss down her body, leaving small hickeys in places that nobody could see, all while his fingers were flicking her ever growing nipple.

He stopped kissing just before her pussy which caused Max to whine. “Please, Scott. Don’t stop now.” He flashed her a devilish smile before disappearing inside her, his tongue lapping circles on her clit. Max felt the familiar sensation brewing in the pit of her stomach and she was desperate to get her release. “Scott...more....please.”

As if her knew, Scott ceased his actions and wagged his finger at Max. “Did you really think it was going to be that easy?” Max gulped as his eyes flashed a deep red. He chuckled at her silence and he slid two fingers into her, her juices acting as lube. Max’s face was in bliss as Scott’s fingers moved faster and faster inside her. He slid in a third and a fourth finger and a smile crossed his face as he felt her walls beginning to pulsate around his fingers.

Scott slid his fingers out and crawled onto her once again, sliding his long length inside of her. Max’s walls stretched to the maximum as she adjusted to his size. He was the biggest that she had ever taken and she was looking forward to the fun they were going to have.

Max gave Scott a nod before he began moving inside her. His movements were slow at first, careful not to hurt you, but soon after his alpha side took over. Scott fucked her into the bed, screams of delight and pleasure leaving his lips. His hands wrapped around her hips so tight that he was sure it was going to leave bruises.

Max could feel herself coming close to her release, so she grabbed Scott’s shoulders and squeezed as her walls clenched around Scott’s length. He released after a few more pumps and came, loud profanities leaving his lips.

Scott pulled out and lay down next to Max, pulling her into him. A thick sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies as they both lay there, heavily breathing. A loud vibration sounded from the nightstand and Max reached over to answer it. She talked for a while before hanging up and gathering her stuff to leave. Stiles was on his way home and he had offered to pick her up from Scott’s as she had left her car at home.

“I’ll see you later, Scott. Stiles is coming to pick me up.” Max left the room without looking at Scott and walked down the stairs, out of the front door. Stiles was already waiting for her by the time she had got out. Max opened the passenger door to the jeep and threw her stuff in the back before hopping inside.

“How did it go?” Max shrugged. “You know, same old boring school work. Nothing new.” Stiles nodded in agreement before starting up the jeep and driving the journey home.

The next day, Max was stood at her locker at school when Scott approached her. She kept focused on the stuff in her locker and kept packing her bag, completely ignoring him. Scott let out a small sigh. “Please talk to me.”

Max took a deep breath and closed her locker before turning to him. She tried her best to keep a straight face but the puppy dog look Scott was currently wearing was too much to handle and Max smiled at how adorable he looked. This made Scott smile, small dimples revealing themselves in his cheeks. However, that smile soon faded and concern grew on Max’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Her head cocked to the side as Scott shuffled his feet. “Do- do you regret what happened between us?” Max blushed at the question and shook her head. “Nope, do you?” He also shook his head. “Of course not, but I am a little scared that Stiles will hit me with his bat when he finds out.”

Max laughed. “Do you really think that I’m going to tell my overprotective twin brother that I had sex with out best friend?” Scott then laughed and shook his head. “I guess not.”

Scott and Max carried on their conversation and came to a realisation that, since they are such good friends and they don’t want to ruin that relationship, they should be friends with benefits.

Both of them were extremely happy with this arrangement. They kept it a secret from the pack and Stiles, of course, but when Max was alone she had lots of fun with the Alpha.

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stxphxn-strange · 3 years

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i found the one, he changed my life (what now?) [i’d love it if we made it, pt. 3]

a/n: holy SHIT i am so happy about the way this turned out, this continues the story of college AU!tony dealing with his ex and the pressure he puts on himself to be honest with his friends. (title from “what now” by rihanna) TW: discussion of abusive relationships, mention of surgery, unhealthy/stalking behaviors, and i think that’s it but pls lmk if there’s anything else i should tag

summary: “He’s obsessed with you [...] I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky elaborated, leaving Anthony at a loss for words.

“It’s a nice day, seasonal allergies aside,” Anthony remarked.

“I would put flowers in your hair and be all cute and shit but I’m trying not to make you sneeze,” Stephen replied. “That would be unfortunate.”

Anthony laughed lightly and rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder. “You can still pet my head though, that would be nice.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at subtlety?” Stephen asked, beginning to play with Anthony’s hair.

“I think you did this morning,” Anthony replied. “Because you’re obnoxious.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” Stephen teased, batting his eyelashes.

“It’s one of many reasons,” Anthony said, a soft smile on his face. “It is really nice out though.”

“Listen I know I’m always on time, but can we make an exception today?” Christine sat across from the couple, her auburn hair made extra bright by the sunlight as she pulled it out of her face. “Sorry I’m late.”

“The way that you’re literally not sorry at all makes that apology for me,” Stephen said. “Don’t worry about it though, we’ve just been hanging out. Where’s Hope?”

“Inside, for some reason,” Christine replied with a shrug.

“Probably because it’s allergy season,” Anthony commented, rolling his eyes as he sneezed again.

“He complains, despite begging me to sit outside with him,” Stephen added.

“That doesn’t sound like me, but go off I guess,” Anthony replied, picking up his phone. “Hey Rhodey, what’s up?”

“Are you running errands by chance?” Rhodey asked.

“Nope, I’m sitting outside with Steph and Christine,” Anthony said. “Why, do you need something?”

“I was just going to ask if I could send you a short list of things I wanted. Not a big deal but I’m out of cereal,” Rhodey replied.

“Text it to me anyway, I don’t think I’m going out but if I do I’ll get whatever you want,” Anthony said with a shrug.

“You’re the best Tones. By the way are you feeling better?” Rhodey asked.

“A little bit. It’s nice just sitting outside,” Anthony replied. “I dunno. I’m not thinking about it.”

“Fair enough. Enjoy the fresh air, don’t worry about the cereal though! See you later.”

“Bye Rhodey, everyone say bye!”

Christine and Stephen shouted their goodbyes as Anthony ended the call.

“You good?” Christine asked kindly.

“Yeah, sorta.” Anthony shrugged again. “I just didn’t sleep a lot last night, so that wasn’t fun. I’ve been stressed out about… things. Turns out it actually is weird to have one of your friends dating your ex.”

Christine hummed. “Tea. I thought there was something bothering you, like more than just the awkwardness. I can read you well enough by now. So what’s wrong?”

“Honestly I don’t want to tell you this exact minute because I feel like the only person who should hear this privately is Bucky. I’ll have to see how I feel after I talk with him, and if I’m okay then I’ll probably tell everyone in the group all at once. I just don’t want to repeat the same story over and over again, that’s going to wear me down,” Anthony replied. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh my god dude that’s fine! No stress,” Christine rushed to assure him. “You just seem sad and I want to help but I also don’t want you to make yourself feel worse, that’s not fair to you.”

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Christine.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Christine said.

Anthony sneezed again, not seeing the need to reply beyond that. There was just nothing else to say.

“Let’s go inside,” Stephen suggested. “It’s getting kinda gross out anyway.”

“Oh sorry, that’s because I’m out here. I’ll leave.” Anthony jokingly moved to stand up, laughing raucously when Stephen pulled him into a hug before he even stood.

“Nooo, you’re good! You stay,” Stephen replied. “The sun is out because you’re here.”

Anthony blushed and buried his head against Stephen’s collarbone. “Oh hush.”

Christine stood up. “I may as well go inside while you two idiots keep flirting, now my allergies are acting up.”

“You’re not allergic to pollen,” Stephen remarked, standing up and offering Anthony his hand.

“I’m not allergic to most things, but I’m allergic to your bullshit,” Christine quipped. “I feel like I tell you that at least once a week.”

Anthony laughed and stood up, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist.

“In all seriousness, you’re cute together,” Christine continued.

“Oh we know,” Anthony said. “How was your day Christine?”

The trio headed inside as Christine thought about how to answer.

“Honestly I don’t think anything even happened today.” she finally said. “Hope and I had breakfast together and I quite literally ran into Carol in the library. It was nice to catch up with her though because I feel like I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Now that I think about it, I also feel like I haven’t seen Carol in a long time,” Stephen said.

“We didn’t talk for too long since we were in the library, but she seems good,” Christine replied. “I think she and Val are still unpacking so they’ve been focused on that, y’know?”

“Makes sense. Props to them for moving in the middle of the year, that’s too much for me. That’s why I’m making everyone wait until the summer,” Anthony said.

“You’re not making anyone wait, you’re just making sense,” Stephen corrected him. “Moving is stressful enough, I don’t want to deal with it during exam season and neither does anyone else.”

“Can I plan your housewarming party?” Christine asked, opening the apartment door.

“Who said anything about a housewarming party?” Anthony replied.

“Wong said I could throw one once you’re all moved in,” Christine explained. “We don’t have a contract in writing yet, but that’s because—”

“Because I never said you could throw us a party!” Wong shouted from the living room. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, half paying attention to whatever show Bucky and an all too familiar blond were watching. “Also Bucky is here again, and he brought a friend.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky chimed in. “We’re going to dinner soon, I just left my jacket here the other day and then I decided I’d introduce Steve to you guys. So yeah, this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve, this is Christine, Stephen, and I think you know Tony. I heard there’s a history there or something.”

Bucky was trying his best to prematurely make the best of an awkward situation, but Steve was the only one who found any humor in what he said.

The offending blond laughed and nodded, his expression unreadable in a way that made Anthony freeze. He was looking with condescension at their entwined hands, like he didn’t approve of Stephen and Anthony finally being together. With an arrogant sniff, he got off his high horse long enough to respond. “I know him and Stephen, actually. You both look good.”

“Thanks,” Stephen replied, his teeth bared in a forced, blatantly hostile grin.

Anthony rubbed at his eyes, tearing up from the situation and his allergies. “Yeah good to see you too, if you’ll excuse me I need to take some allergy medication.” He couldn’t run and hide in the bathroom fast enough, and he knew everyone in the room could see him trembling.

Stephen let his genuine emotion break through his façade for a moment, frowning as he watched Anthony retreat. His steely look of disapproval returned a minute later as he sat down in the kitchen, eavesdropping on the group’s conversation.

“Mind if I get some water? I didn’t get to hydrate as much today,” Steve asked.

Stephen, pretending to be busy, glared at his phone like he was reading a poorly worded email. He paid little attention to the blond as he bumbled around the kitchen, following Wong’s directions on where to find cups and the Brita and other shit.

“So you’ve finally come back to the city, hm? Tony used to tell me about how you both grew up here and how New York never left you,” Steve asked Stephen. He was making an extremely poor attempt to sound friendly, but all he did was make the med student extremely uncomfortable.

Stephen gave a forced laugh. “Yeah, they couldn’t keep me away.”

“Seems like you couldn’t keep yourself away from Tony either, not with the amount of times he cheated on me with you,” Steve remarked.

“Listen, we both know that’s not true and I barely want to give you the time of day. You know damn well he never cheated on you and I don’t have to justify myself to you. After all, you were the cheater. If you think I’m just going to roll over in my own apartment and let you run your mouth like that, especially knowing how badly you treated my Anthony, then you’ve got another thing coming,” Stephen snapped. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Clearly anyone who thinks I’m aggressive and controlling hasn’t met you,” Steve said, closing the fridge and leaving Stephen fuming in the kitchen.

After 15 minutes of ignoring some small talk, Stephen had had enough. Anthony was still hiding somewhere and Stephen was just over Steve being in his apartment. He was trying not to be too angry, because Bucky didn’t know about how Steve and Anthony’s breakup or relationship went. Stephen couldn’t, and didn’t, blame him.

But Steve was a coward and a jerk, and Stephen wouldn’t touch him with an 11 foot pole. Stephen wouldn’t even get close to him to shove him headfirst out the door, actually.

“I’m gonna be in my room studying if you guys need anything, enjoy your dinner Bucky!” He said, waving at his friends in the living room and pointedly ignoring Steve.

“Thanks man! If you want to hang out later, maybe on a double date or something—”

“Oh I’d love that!” Steve chimed in, unprovoked and uninvited.

“Depends on what Ant’s doing, I know I’m pretty busy tonight but if he wants to go out then we’ll let you know,” Stephen said firmly. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and Anthony’s light footsteps in the hall.

“I think I’ll just run to the bathroom before we leave, if that’s alright?” Steve asked.

“Are you asking me?” Stephen replied, ignoring him and heading in the direction of his bedroom. “Don’t you dare patronize me.”

Anthony was standing nervously outside Stephen’s room, staring at the floor. He looked horrified and meek, pressing his back against the wall and hoping he’d disappear out of Steve’s gaze.

But of course he wasn’t that lucky. Sometimes it felt like he’d never truly get away from the way Steve used to look at him and was apparently still looking at him.

Anthony looked up as Stephen gently tapped his shoulder. “Hey… you alright?”

He forced himself to nod, tears still pooling in his eyes from either anxiety or allergies. Maybe both. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just—”

“Oh there you are Tony! Bucky and I are leaving, so I thought I’d say goodbye,” Steve said, lingering in the doorway to the bathroom. “Maybe we could go for a double date later? If you’re allowed to, that is. I always said Strange was a controlling downgrade, didn’t I?”

“Good thing I never listened when you said that, because I’m much happier now,” Anthony muttered.

“Aww, don’t be a bad sport! It’ll be just like the glory days.” Steve appeared to be ignoring his current relationship to flirt with Anthony, stepping out of the doorway and leaning closer (read: too close for comfort) to him.

“I don’t know about that,” Anthony said, his voice taut. “I wouldn’t want to be around you for much longer. Seeing you is already making me think about our… could you call it a relationship?”

“You’re so funny Tony, just as funny as I remember.” Steve sounded like a content house cat as he quite literally purred at Tony. “I miss that humor. I just miss you.”

“I can’t say the feeling is mutual.”

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“Not to state the obvious, but I hate that guy,” Stephen muttered, storming into the kitchen a few hours later.

“Is Ant okay?” Wong hadn’t moved from his seat in the living room, except for the fact that he was laying across the armchair sideways and there were three more mystery novels next to him.

“He’s sleeping. Even before all of that shit went down,” Stephen began, gesturing to the air in front of him, “We were outside for long enough that even if he won’t admit it, his allergies are bothering him.”

“How long were you outside for before I came to sit with you guys?” Christine asked.

“Maybe 90 minutes? Long enough to be considered too long,” Stephen replied. “It doesn’t matter. Did you guys eat yet?”

“No, we were waiting on you and Pepper. She said she’d be back by 7,” Christine said.

“What do you want? I’m open to suggestions,” Stephen asked. “I kinda want to make pasta but I know I’m not good enough at it so it wouldn’t make Anthony happy.”

“Don’t be stupid, Stephen. It absolutely would, and you know that,” Christine scolded him. “Do whatever you feel like! And I think pasta sounds nice.”

Stephen nodded. “Fair enough. I’m making ravioli and none of you can stop me. We deserve it.”

“Oh no Stephen don’t do that, don’t make something that you like to cook and that we all like to eat,” Wong teased. “Christine, he’s too powerful, we have to stop him.”

Stephen humorously rolled his eyes. “Anthony is the one who gave me a good recipe, so technically we all have him to thank for enabling me. Except not right now. Let him sleep.”

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“Oh by the way, I told Bucky that I’d get coffee with him later and we’re going to talk about whatever the hell happened this weekend,” Anthony said. “Do you want me to bring you back anything while I’m out?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so.” Stephen drew a heart on the back of Anthony’s hand with his thumb, something he noticed himself doing a lot.

Anthony always rewarded him for the gesture with the smallest, shyest smile that Stephen thought was the most adorable thing ever. “Text me if you change your mind, yeah?”

“Okay, I will.” Stephen smiled back at him, lovingly brushing Anthony’s hair out of his face. “Also if I send you a list will you help me decide on a movie for tonight?”

“Not sure you’re asking the right person, but sure,” Anthony replied.

“That’s subjective. I think I’m asking the right person,” Stephen said. “You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“I hope I never do.” Anthony pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Stephen’s lips. “But knowing you, you’ll definitely change your mind about wanting a tea or something.”

“If I do, I’ll tell you,” Stephen replied, smiling into the kiss. “Promise. Have a good day, and good luck later.”

“I think I’m going to need it,” Anthony said with a little nervous laugh.

“Would a kiss help your luck?” Stephen couldn’t keep a neutral face. “I never imagined myself saying that. Or getting to kiss you.”

“Stop it, don’t make me blush this early in the day,” Anthony replied. “In all seriousness, I love you. And your kisses are magical, who’s to say they aren’t lucky?”

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Anthony couldn’t say whether or not he felt lucky later that day, because the only thing he felt was nervous. Bucky looked just as nervous and sheepish as Anthony did, and his internal monologue had already switched to guilt. They exchanged small talk and pleasantries while they waited for their coffee, their mutual discomfort becoming more and more tangible by the minute.

Most people joked that Anthony talked to hear the sound of his own voice, but today he was so nervous he couldn’t hear himself think. He didn’t know what to say or even where to start. Thankfully, Bucky blurted out a question before Anthony thought about how to start the conversation.

“How long were you two together?”

“Two and a half years, give or take. And I didn’t cheat on him with Stephen.”

“I didn’t think so. I wasn’t even going to ask about that.” Bucky smiled, trying to somehow calm Anthony down with his expression. “Who broke it off?”

“Me. Sometimes I feel like I did it a lot later than I should have, honestly.” Anthony shrugged. “I wasn’t ever happy in that relationship. I wanted to be, and I did everything I could to make it work even at my own expense, but eventually I had to end it. I’m happier now, but sometimes I still… I shouldn’t say any of this to you, not if you’re happy.”

“You know what bothers me, though?”

Anthony wasn’t expecting that. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think he’s over you. And that doesn’t bother me in a jealous sense, I’m not like that, but I feel almost used. Especially after this weekend,” Bucky said.

“What do you mean?” That worried Anthony for a lot of reasons, and he couldn’t decide which one was the most important.

“Tony, he's obsessed with you. The entire time we were driving Sunday night he wouldn’t stop talking about you, to the point where it was weird. I started to feel like he used me to see you,” Bucky replied. “One time I showed him a group picture, this was like six months ago, from that time we went out ice skating and ever since then he’s been pestering me about you. I don’t even think it has anything to do with me, if that makes sense.”

“I’m not following,” Anthony admitted. “Not entirely, anyway.”

“I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky said. “Now as I said it’s not jealousy, I just think it’s a bit disturbing that he’s so hung up on you.”

Anthony nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t like that. He didn’t want me to dump him but I had to, there’s no two ways about it. What happened Sunday?”

“We had a disagreement. I told him I felt used and he wasn’t happy about that, but he didn’t deny it either,” Bucky replied. “I was hoping he’d drop the whole thing but I don’t think he’s going to. I don’t think he’s going to ever get over you, honestly.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.” Anthony nervously ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to pull at it. “Um… yeah I don’t really know what to think or what to say.”

“Neither do I,” Bucky admitted. “I really want to try things out with him and see how they continue, but I also don’t think he’s going to change. Now that he’s actually seen you, I feel like it’s only going to be more awkward.”

“Oh about that, I’m sorry I didn’t want to go out the other day,” Anthony said. “I was going to try and make myself power through it, but… just being around him for however long you guys were in the apartment was way too much. I got really anxious and just hid in Stephen’s room. And then, on an unrelated note, I ended up sleeping for 14 hours or something.”

“I’m sorry if I was forceful. I didn’t know how to subtly ask if he was making you uncomfortable in the moment, but I could see it,” Bucky replied. “I don’t blame you.”

Anthony shrugged. “Dude I’m at a loss, generally speaking. I don’t know what to say about everything you just told me, but honestly I’m feeling a little sick.”

“Are you going to see Stephen? I’m meeting Christine, so if you want I’ll walk with you,” Bucky offered.

Anthony nodded. “Sure.”

“I really am sorry, Tony. For everything this weekend, and if something I said upset you after your wisdom tooth surgery,” Bucky said.

“It’s not your fault. I’ve been stressing about how to tell everyone about that relationship for too long and the way I felt when I woke up just reminded me of something I still don’t really want to talk about,” Anthony replied. “There’s a lot I’m holding back, even from you, but I’m just not ready to go into all of that yet.”

“I won’t be upset if you tell me,” Bucky tried to comfort him.

“It’s less about that and more the fact that I don’t want to even think about it. I don’t want to think about him,” Anthony said. “I don’t want to hear his voice, or see him, or even hear about him, if I’m being honest. And I feel bad, because I know you love him, but��”

“But you’re my friend, and I care about you. Plus you’re way too polite to be direct when something or someone upsets you and I think that does more harm than good. You just end up keeping everything to yourself, and you don’t have to,” Bucky interrupted. “You don’t have to be a closed book all the time.”

Anthony smiled at that. “Stephen’s said that to me before. I don’t know why, but I like that phrasing. I’m not one to open up in general, even though I trust everyone in our friend group, but this feels like it’s too much to get into the open right now. Someday I’ll be ready, but not today. It doesn’t help that this weekend was honestly too soon.”

“That’s fair man,” Bucky replied. “I don’t have to tell you that Stephen loves the shit out of you, and you deserve that.”

“I could go on and on about Steph probably endlessly,” Anthony said, hiding his face as he blushed.

“Everyone knows that, even people who have never met either of you know that!” Bucky teased. “But honestly, are you okay?”

Anthony shrugged. “Yes and no. I just need time.”

“I understand. And I am really, really sorry about this weekend,” Bucky replied. “Forgive me?”

Anthony shook his head. “Do I need to? It’s not your fault.”

“I know it’s not, but still… I’m sorry. I hope that means something, at least.”

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Let’s Talk About Your Hair

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Mature (M) Warnings: AU, Peter does a little hop, skip, and jump that’s sudden. There’s some smut and a little bit of angst. That’s about it, though! Notes: I found @whenstarkerwillbecanon‘s post about May being Peter’s cousin & had to go with it. I loved the prompt, so thank you for that. I tweaked it to fit my writing style, but I hope it’s kind of what you had in mind! Word Count: ~13.5k Summary:

A snazzy little AU where Peter and May are cousins. Peter has been in Minnesota for school over the past 6 years and returns to New York to take a job. Going back home means hanging out with his favorite cousin, and when she introduces him to her new boyfriend - he's surprised to see Tony Stark - his ex and long time love - sitting there next to her. Goodness ensues.

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6 years ago…

Peter was 21 and desperately in love.

Or - the one where Peter gets the shock of a lifetime and yearns away a little bit at a time.Peter was 21 and desperately in love.

Despite the fact that the end of college was quickly approaching and so many decisions needed to be made, Peter felt okay. The pre-med track he took through NYU connected him to his true passion, physical therapy and if all went well, he’d be attending PT school in the fall. His clinical rotations were a lot of fun and he enjoyed working with the patients – especially the younger ones, the dreamy eyes on those kids were a big motivation to chase all of the things he wanted. Things like his education and the beautiful Tony Stark.

He met Tony in Microbiology lab his sophomore year and they immediately clicked. Tony’s brain was fascinating and the vivid way he lived his life drew Peter in like a moth to a flame. Aside from acing their lab final and coming out of what was rumored to be one of the harder classes in his degree, Peter found himself with a Tony Stark attached to his hip, too. It felt good, being close to someone the way he could be with Tony – the lack of expectation and abundance of goodness made their time together priceless.

For two and a half glorious years, Peter and Tony learned the necessary things to graduate college and mapped out places in each other’s lives. With Howard still running the company, Tony was free to do whatever he wanted, and thankfully – what he wanted included Peter. The prospect of attaining his dreams and keeping the man he loved the most couldn’t be beat. It didn’t matter that there were better PT schools to go to, or that New York was starting to feel a little suffocating – he liked the flow of his life and didn’t want to change it.

Then – Howard Stark died. The entire thing was stupidly sudden, not a single person was prepared for it. Not the board of Stark Industries, and sure as hell not Tony Stark himself. Throughout their time together, Peter met Tony’s dad a handful of times. Each one of the witnessed father-son interactions was forced, boarding on the edge of hostile. There was no love lost between the two of them – Tony’s grief seemed to be based around the loss of his freedom, not the death of his father.

Like every powerful family, Tony walked into a legacy that took things from him in all directions. Between board meetings, R&D presentations, and the terrible Obadiah Stane’s never ceasing presence, it got a little harder to picture that happy ending they’d been planning for. No matter how well he knew the situation, Peter couldn’t shake the feeling that things were different. Or, maybe he was just different – he couldn’t really pinpoint the dark bit of energy that sat in the center of his chest and started to collect.

By the end of the semester, Peter was barely getting to see Tony. With his rotations and the hectic schedule of a young business owner, there wasn’t a lot of time to kick back and relax – to fuck all over the apartment and waste the rest of the day recovering just to go again. In fact, Peter couldn’t remember the last time they even got to fuck. It was petty – deep down, he knew that. Holding anything over Tony’s head when the man was trying to juggle running a business and struggling not to mourn someone he couldn’t help but miss.

Peter didn’t often find himself in a place of selfishness – where he wanted what he wanted, and nothing was going to change that. Yet, he got there, anyway. Applying to Mayo Clinic School of Medical Sciences in Minnesota felt like a little act of rebellion.

He loved Tony too much to ever hurt him in a physical sense, Peter didn’t have any interest in cheating, or anything like that. The card he held removed his presence all together and the closer he got to the point where decisions needed to be made, the more uncertain he felt himself becoming.

About a week before graduation, Peter got his acceptance letter in the mail – the school he actually wanted to attend wanted him back. How interesting a concept that was – he could almost remember when he felt that with Tony. He was lost and that wasn’t anybody’s fault but his own.

The door to their shared apartment opened a couple of minutes later, Tony peaking his head in hours earlier than usual, a smile on his face.

The annual Stark Gala was later that evening and as promised, he’d taken the afternoon off to spend with Peter – their time later that evening would more than likely be very limited. Leaving the letter on the table, Peter got up off the couch and wrapped Tony in a hug. For some reason, tonight felt like the turning point. His heart was already beating out of his chest, Tony’s hands doing things to him without a second thought. Peter wanted to stay – he just wanted to be whole enough to want everything that came with staying more.

The delicate caress of Tony’s hands became distracting no less than a few minutes later – his fingertips digging into Peter’s ass cheeks through his jeans. It’d been a while, so Peter went with it, his arms wrapping around Tony’s neck tightly. Their kisses were hot, like each man could feel the bit of separation between them – Tony clung to him a little tighter and for the first time in a while, Peter felt good. He felt Tony making him feel good.

When he came a little later on with Tony’s name on his lips, Peter relaxed into the bed, a light smile on his lips. They stayed snuggled up together until a knock on the door was sounding and any other thoughts of intimacy were out the window. There wouldn’t be a single moment of peace for the rest of the evening. With one last kiss, Peter got up and out of bed, the haze of happiness rolling off of him.

Later, when he put a bag together and left without saying a word – Peter didn’t realize how blind he’d been. Without him knowing, Tony saw the letter and planned to surprise him with champagne later that evening. He didn’t get to see the other man sitting on the arm of the couch, fisting the bottle – wondering what in the actual fuck happened.

Instead, he got a bus ticket and made his way to Minnesota, his acceptance email to the Mayo Clinic PT school fresh in the sent folder.

For days to come, he would look back and wonder what the hell compelled him to just up and scram – to leave everything behind other than the basic necessities and his favorite picture of him and Tony. Even presently, Peter can’t come up with the greatest reason. He acted on instinct and fled. For whatever reason, he lacked the feeling of completion and needed the space to find out what that meant – and how he could change it..

Present Day

In the six years that he’d been there, Minnesota sort of grew on him. The cold sucked – that’s the first thing he realized when he got there. What he’d been wearing in New York, even in late May, was not appropriate for the small town he walked into after getting off the bus. He did a quick perusal of town and figured it would be as good of a place to start over as any other. Rochester, Minnesota – he remembered he picked the Mayo Clinic PT school there just because it reminded him of New York – he thought it was ironic.

Now, it’d been home away from home for a few years. After getting a pretty decent one-bedroom apartment and a job at the PT clinic within the actual medical school – Peter set up camp pretty quickly. He dropped his New York number and started completely fresh. It tore at his heart, turning off the last line of communication he had with Tony – he’d been ignoring all of his calls and texts, the desperate emails – but he made his decision.

Why not get all the breaking done at once?

He figured the longer he was gone, the easier the heartache would get. It felt deserved, for being callous in the way he just up and left – dropped off the map. The longer it lasted, though, the more Peter started to doubt his decision. School was going great and he loved getting to receive the education he actually wanted – but was it worth the cost?

To try and take his mind off of it, Peter tried to date – as miraculous as that sounded with the busy schedule he kept. A part of him could honestly say he knew going into each date that they were already doomed. He tried – at least, he wanted to say that he did. The new guys were always held up against the highest pedestal, no matter how hard he tried – Peter couldn’t stop seeing Tony, couldn’t keep Tony off his mind. Tony, Tony, Tony.

In the collective whirlwind of time, Peter finished PT school and immediately stepped into a job as a traveling physical therapist. He worked with a couple of the local sports teams in the area and covered their games when in his little jurisdiction. It was satisfying – he got to do a bit of wandering around the state, watch sports in leu of doing an actual job, and it paid well. Yet, the longer he stayed in it, he felt himself getting further from that genuine feeling of happiness.

When it became more effort to get his ass to work and do his job, he figured it was time for a change of scenery.

May’s call came at just the right time, too – Peter dealt with a particularly difficult man-child of a soccer player that morning, his patience frayed and wearing down thinner than he ever thought they could. The buzz in his pocket drew him away from the notes he’d been trying to put together on the athlete, his eyes lighting up when he saw her name.

“May, my favorite cousin! How are you?” Peter said in a way of greeting, his tone warm, voice inviting. Of all the family Peter had left, May was possibly the only person he cared to keep in touch with. Her parents were great for taking him in his last couple of years of high school, but they weren’t his – not like they were May’s.

He heard a chuckle on the other side of the line, her voice never stopping him from smiling, no matter what. “I’m your only cousin, Pete,” she started, the thick sarcasm wrapping the words up, delivering them beautifully. “I’m on to you. I’m good, though – very good. I am also calling with a purpose.” She cleared her throat, the sign that she was serious.

Leaning back in his chair, Peter felt interest flare up within him – May’s suggestions and adventures usually ended up horribly, but they were fun, and they didn’t usually steer him wrong. He rubbed at the scar from their tubing adventure his senior year fondly, the memory one of his favorites to think about. “With a purpose. I’m sure this’ll be good,” Peter remarked, a chuckle leaving his lips, the laugh soothing the sting of truth in his words.

May rolled with it, the eye roll obvious in her next words. “Shut up – you know my ideas are the best. It’s not coming from me this time, though. I got a tip from one of my coworkers that the Nets are looking for a staff PT – thought you might be good for the job.” He felt his breath hitch – he’d been trying to get on with a singular pro team for a while now.

She must have caught the change – her voice excitedly talking again, “Oh, I knew you’d be interested, Petey! I’ll send you the information.” He could practically hear the claps coming down the line, her perpetual ability to be happy both delightful and irritating all at once. Shrugging, Peter didn’t deny that the job looked promising when he clicked on the link to look at the details. Within the hour, he clicked the submit button and sent the damn thing off.

The itch to go to New York was there – now he just needed to scratch it.

Luckily, his resume reigned supreme. During his time in school, Peter did a bunch of outreach with youth sports programs and adult recreation leagues. He took a big internship with Rochester and Oakland University his last two semesters in PT school – if anyone was qualified, it was Peter Parker. And the hiring bodies seemed to agree, after a lengthy Skype interview, Peter was flying out for a quick 24-hour turnaround trip. One in which he came back to Minnesota with a brand-new job and the chance to finally go home.

The move was pretty easy – much like his first trip, he didn’t bring much with him. The team put him up in one of the nicer apartment complexes in Brooklyn, a place that came fully furnished and with a delightful view of the back porches of the 3B patrons. When May came to help him, he could see the grin on her face – the idea of getting done sooner rather than later obvious. They took a look around the box riddled place when they were finished and decided that dinner out was the best way to finish off the night.

There were many things in the city that he missed, but good Thai food ranked pretty high on that list (that and Tony – but he wasn’t about to go and tell anyone that.) Settling into the low-lit booth of the place they found right down the street from Peter’s apartment, he let out a long sigh. “It feels good to finally not be moving. I feel like I haven’t stopped since I got here yesterday,” Peter fiddled with the silverware in front of him, a smile on his lips.

“I’m just glad you didn’t have more stuff to move around. The ER was hopping last night, so I’ve been feeling more tired than usual today,” she placed a hand over his, her touch stopping the restless fretting. “I’m really glad you’re here, Pete. It’s been weird in the city without you.” Her red lips pulled into a grin, eyes twinkling.

Peter dropped the utensils and turned his hands, surrounding May’s with his own. “I’m glad to be here, too. Disappearing like I did was stupid – “ he stopped, breath catching a little. So stupid, he thought to himself. May was in college when he left, her own experience just starting to get off the ground. She didn’t even know anything about him during that time – no matter how ‘close’ they were. “I’m happy to be back. And in Brooklyn – who would have thought?”

They chatted until the food came – the world narrowing down to noodles, deliciousness, and not much else for Peter. She might have been talking at him, but he wasn’t listening. For the first time in years, it felt like being at home. This wasn’t Pho’s from down the street in Queens, it wasn’t the best he’d ever eaten, either – but it felt familiar. He’d been missing familiarity for a while now, that realization hitting him harder than he figured.

Self-induced isolation could do that to a person.

As he finished up, Peter clued back into the conversation, his eyes watching May gesture through the rest of her story before he met her glance. “I didn’t hear a word of what you said. Sorry,” he admitted, his mind split in a million different directions. New York brought back so many things – memories and wants. Trying to pay attention to May was proving difficult.

“I said you have to meet the guy I’ve been seeing. It’s pretty new, but I like him. He’s unique and smart and sort of weird – but who isn’t these days?” May repeated, her cheeks flushed. “We’re going to meet at Sully’s in Manhattan. You know the old place.” She waved at him nonchalantly – like they’d spent so much time there over the years. He remembered taking her with him during her first winter break and hadn’t been back since.

Chomping down on those words, Peter shot her a sheepish grin – “I’m not going to be a third wheel, am I?” Peter questioned, his tone light, but the question serious. He hadn’t been successful in his own dating life in a while – the last thing he wanted to do was watch May get her flirt on for too long.

She shook her head, eyes bright – the pure shininess of her personality a little overwhelming, especially right that moment. He dropped a hand beneath the table and clenched it into a fist – the countdown backwards from ten starting (ten-nine-eight…) in his head. The tightness left quickly, but he felt a little rattled – his patience still on the wrong side of thin. “I promise that you won’t be.”

He took her at that and reluctantly agreed, his inability to say no to her something he needed to work on now that they were back in the same place again. Peter Parker grew into a respectable adult – he could put his foot down when necessary. Maybe. He hoped.

The next afternoon, Peter left his brand-new office and grabbed a cab – the process still as exhilarating as ever. At least he’d grown in his absence and the vehicles actually saw him when he waved from the curbside. Minnesota didn’t have the same hustle and bustle – so the luxury and relative newness kept him staring out the window the entire drive. The upscale buildings made his heart race a little – the reaction another clue telling him he was home.

The little café looked exactly the same as it did in his memory – upscale with a side of hipster. They tried to make the record player in the corner look vintage, but the current technology couldn’t be disguised. The Upper East Side had standards after all. He took a second to catch his bearings before approaching May and the dark-haired man sitting next to her. The particular color struck him as familiar – but then again, who the fuck was he?

Like she knew he was there, May turned to look over his shoulder and caught his eyes, her token smile pulling today’s pink coated lips up, causing a swift crease by both of her eyes. “There he is,” he made out, a hand coming up in a slight wave.

And then – he stopped in his tracks.

The man who turned to look in the same direction as May wasn’t just any man – no – his beautiful cousin was dating the one person Peter could honestly say he missed more than ever. His Tony – well, not really his anymore. Obviously. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest and run over there, every part of him paralyzed except for that particular muscle.

His mouth watered and for a second, he thought about turning right around and getting the hell out of dodge before something went wrong – before he lost control and got down on his knees to beg the man for forgiveness. The thought was so fucking enticing, especially when his eyes finally caught gorgeous amber honey eyes, the look there a mixture of surprise, excitement, and hurt. Gulping in a big breath of air, Peter forced himself to keep walking.

He could do this.

Rounding in on the table, Peter stayed on his feet next to the other open chair at the table – the idea of running still sitting in the forefront of his mind. May reached a hand over and patted his, the touch he figured was supposed to be comforting – instead, it made his skin itch. How dare she – ! And then it hit him that he didn’t have a singular right to feel that way. Guiltily, he flipped his hand over and gripped hers, the skin soft under his own calloused palm calming.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said genuinely. “Babe, this is – “ May started to say, her hand drawing back from Peter to pat against her boyfriend’s arm, his gaze fixing on Peter’s once again.

“I’m Peter, May’s cousin,” Peter blurted out, his hand shooting into the space between them. He felt like an idiot, a total loser still standing with his hand out and the single most confused look on his face. He didn’t need to see his own expression to know how freaked he look – he could feel the way his stomach was trying to drop out of his asshole.

A warm hand gripped his own a couple seconds later, the hold firm, the touch familiar. The natural chemistry between them swallowed Peter whole – his hand on fire and the arm attach to it numb and the chest attached to it trying it’s best to collapse in. The audacity of his body to be so mutinous – fuck the littlest bit of joy that settled over him. But god, he’d missed this man.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Tony, the boyfriend.” Tony shot him the still recognizable shit eating grin – his hand keeping Peter’s in the tight hold for another couple of heartbeats, each one dragging him down further and further. What were the odds? How could this possibly be happening? Chuckling, Peter covered up his freak out by dropping Tony’s hand and finally taking the seat he’d been standing by.

For a second, it seemed like May could read the tension suddenly infiltrating the room. Her eyes roamed between the two of them, eyelids narrowed. Then, she tilted her head and smiled sheepishly – “Great, now that’s over with – I’m going to grab some coffee. You two get to know each other.”

Peter shot her a look, the silent plea in his eyes obviously not recognizable – she merely nodded her head towards Tony and turned around, the conversation obviously over.

That same hand from before touching his made Peter glance up quickly, his eyes wide. Now that he wasn’t being watched directly, Peter took a second to really look at the man across from him. There didn’t seem to be any signs of aging, Tony’s face was smooth, aside from the goatee he’d only been nursing when Peter was around. His eyes were still that deep brown, the heavy wave of their darkness never failing to pull him in. His hair was a little longer – like he’d purposely been trying to grow it out.

Time was very kind to Tony Stark – so kind, in fact, that Peter could easily admit he was even more handsome than 6 years ago, a feat that didn’t seem fair. The hand didn’t move during his perusal, though the fingers attached to it did start to roam over the skin of his palm. The mechanism Tony used all those years ago to bring Peter back to the present. Blinking away the thoughts, Peter forced himself to teether to the spot, this next interaction one he probably didn’t want to miss.

“My May, Tony?” Peter ended up saying after a few more heartbeats of Tony tracing the lines of his palm, the familiar touch so goddamn soothing. There wasn’t much else to say – not when there were so many things unsaid, so many things that Peter wanted to explain, and by the looks of it – Tony felt the same way. Glancing over, Peter sighed with a sort of relief when he noticed May completely engrossed in the drink board, her fingers playing with her lip.

The deep vibrato of Tony’s laugh shot a tingle down the middle of his spine – his body not taking long to once again tune itself to the delicacies that were Tony Stark. He balled his right hand into a fist, a blinding hope that out of all the times he’d done it, this would be the time it actually allowed him to relax. No dice, though – Peter almost melted into a puddle when Tony started to speak.

“I didn’t even know you had a May, Pete. I was supposed to meet your family when they came in for graduation – but you know how well that went,” Tony pointed out, his hand drawing back now, the man knowing he had Peter’s full attention. “I’m just as surprised about this as you are.”

Peter could tell, too. There was a sort of vulnerability in Tony’s eyes that even in all their time together, Peter didn’t get to see often. For a second, he wondered if May knew that look – if she understood the gift she was being given. It took him way too long to realize Tony was a man of simplicity who gave affection the only way he could – with subtlety and in the littlest of ways. Oh, how he’d taken those little things for granted.

“I can’t believe it’s you that I’m sitting here with right now. Of all the people in New York,” Peter muttered, his hands spinning the pile of coasters sitting on the table. He couldn’t, either – it felt like the universe’s way of slapping him in the face. The karmic retribution for being a total fucking asshole to someone who in the end, didn’t deserve it – not a single bit.

Tony laughed then, his upper body adjusting against the back of the chair, his arm slinging over the back of the chair, resting there like this was some casual meeting, like just looking at him in such an open position wasn’t killing Peter from the inside out. Or maybe Tony knew exactly what he was doing to him, each move calculated to get the biggest bang for his buck – to pull the reactions from Peter and watch him squirm.

Either way – Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away. The thought of running coursed through his head again, this time to save himself the humiliation of this – this situation that could not go anywhere but further and further into the garbage. May didn’t know anything about their shared past, though – she wouldn’t understand the immediate need to get the hell out of dodge and avoid her for the next however long. Preferably long enough for her to no longer be dating Tony, but he didn’t get to decide that little detail.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Tony finally uttered, a smirk on his lips – he was trying for snark, for aloof and uninterested. Peter could see the way he glanced at him, though – his rebuttal the guiding hand for their interactions from here on out.

Peter took the bait, the part of him that still belonged to Tony speaking before his brain could get in on the action. “I’m not disappointed. It’s so good to see you. You look amazing,” Peter prattled off, his restless hands spinning one of the coasters from the pile between his fingers. “I’m far from disappointed, Tony.”

He didn’t know how true that was, either, not until he heard the words for himself. Despite May being the person Tony sat next to, it immediately felt good to be in his presence. Like simply being in his orbit set things right, the magnetic field surrounding him finally put back into the correct position. The brunette across from him should have a piece in his life – the fact that he accidently walked into it a second time sign enough.

They didn’t get to talk for any longer after that, May brought over three coffees and sat down, the woman immediately starting in on her babbling – he forgot how much she could talk and how passionate she could be when she did. Peter didn’t stay much longer, the thought of sticking around to witness anything coupley between them making his stomach turn.

After making his escape, Peter walked for a while, the haze of Tony Stark and all he’d been to him bringing him under. When he eventually caught a cab home, it was well into the evening – he passed the whole day away thinking about a man from his past, someone who he felt like he had unfinished business with.

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In an attempt to forget that entire meeting existed, Peter went out of his way to avoid May – with his job starting up and the season just coming to an end, it was easier than he figured it was going to be. There weren’t a lot of things for him to do, yet – but he enjoyed getting to know some of the athletes and familiarizing himself with the facilities equipment. It far surpassed the places he’d been conducting his rehabs in before.

There was no forgetting Tony Stark, he understood that after years of trying to clear his brain of the man – but maybe he could avoid dealing with him and the unsettling and unmoving feelings that were settling in again, taking root. He loved May and he knew enough about family code to keep his distance and remove himself from a situation that could get very bad, very quick.

It sort of worked, too – sooner than expected, Peter finished his first month in the city. Most of his apartment was put together and he finally felt settled in at his job. They team was on a little break, which meant he also got to take some time for himself – a thing he thought he might actually enjoy. There hadn’t been time for vacations over the past couple of years, surviving came first.

About to settle in for a nap, Peter sat straight up when his phone vibrated, the notification that “Maybe: Tony Stark” was texting him stealing all the air from his lungs. Throwing the phone down like it burnt him, Peter forced himself into a comfortable position and drew in long breathes, his chest so goddamn tight, it felt like he couldn’t breathe. Finally able to use his brain to think and not just perform simple bodily functions (like breathing,) Peter picked up the phone again, his hands trembling.

Maybe: Tony Stark [2:26PM]: PICTURE MESSAGE Maybe: Tony Stark [2:27PM]: Do you remember Dum-E? He got an upgrade.

Peter lost his shit when he saw the picture, Tony’s prized robot was flipping him the finger, his traditional DUNCE cap sitting proudly on the top of its head. He pressed on the image to zoom in, the articulation of the joint almost spot on. Saving Tony’s contact, he moved to reply. It was against his better judgement – he shouldn’t even be thinking about it. But – he was weak. Peter didn’t have any trouble admitting that.

Peter Parker [2:31PM]: Tony Stark – did you teach your robot how to throw the bird just for me? Peter Parker [2:33PM]: Glad to see you’re still as elegant as ever.

He put his phone face down on the couch and forced himself up – his stomach growling all of the sudden. In times of desperation and nervousness, Peter didn’t get sick to his stomach. No, he felt the need to eat everything in sight, instead. The crumbled carcasses of 4 Doritos bags were already sitting on his counter, the evidence of his emotion fueled binges staring him straight in the face. Deciding on something healthier, Peter brought a bowl of cereal back to the couch with him. Finally letting himself look at the phone again, Peter got lost in the back and forth for a while.

Tony Stark [2:39PM]: Anything for you, Petey. Tony Stark [2:41PM]: I was just telling him about our little reunion, he wanted to show you how much he missed you. Tony Stark [2:42PM]: Still can’t believe that’s how you walked back into my life.

Peter Parker [2:45PM]: You two are such gems. Peter Parker [2:46PM]: That makes two of us. Peter Parker [2:47PM]: I am the king of great timing.

Tony Stark [2:50PM]: I am a delicate ruby, you’re absolutely correct. Tony Stark [2:51PM]: I literally just laughed out loud. It’s a good thing my private lab is y’know – private. Tony Stark [2:53PM]: You’re actually a huge dick with the worst timing.

Peter Parker [3:00PM]: You’d be a delicate opal, don’t lie. Peter Parker [3:01PM]: Are we talking about my dick now? Peter Parker [3:03PM]: In all seriousness, I know. I am. I’ll admit it. It probably doesn’t mean much, but I am sorry. Peter Parker [3:05PM]: Very.

Tony Stark [3:15PM]: I’ll take that as a compliment, Peter. Opals are multi-faceted. Tony Stark [3:17PM]: You started it. Tony Stark [3:18PM]: It doesn’t – mean much. I do accept it, though. Your apology. Tony Stark [3:20PM]: I knew where you went the second I saw the Mayo Clinic letter still sitting there. I wish you just told me, instead.

That last text message made Peter pause, his hand coming up to press against his mouth – the gesture a dashed attempt at keeping the gasp from falling from his lips. He never considered that, the fact that Tony would have simply gave him a hug and congratulated him. Peter took the strain and stress of Tony figuring out how to step into big shoes as something completely different, a lot bleaker. Maybe, at the time, he let it be an excuse, too.

There was a desperate sort of hatred for himself whenever he thought about what he did. On the other hand, Peter knew the only way he was going to grow was to get out and do it. There were obviously better ways to go about it – but he couldn’t change that now. The fact that May was dating the man he loved so much and treated so dirty – it all kind of made a twisted sort of sense.

Peter Parker [3:35PM]: It was a compliment. Peter Parker [3:36PM]: I did – it’s nice, I have to be proud when I can. Peter Parker [3:38PM]: Thank you – that’s all that I can ask for. Peter Parker [3:41PM]: I don’t have a good excuse as to why I didn’t. You were doing your thing, I didn’t think – I just went and did the same. Peter Parker [3:45PM]: I needed to figured things out – and I did exactly that. Just – a little too late.

When he didn’t get a response after that, Peter wasn’t all that surprised. Typing the words out felt lame and he knew there’d been no justice or retribution. At this point in either of their lives, it didn’t seem prudent for there to be – Tony had May, even if it still weirded him out a little bit to think about it. Peter made his decision six years ago, choosing himself over everything else. The least he could do was stand by that.

Making up excuses that would never explain the density of his want to figure himself out before he gave himself completely to another. And, wow did he want to give himself completely to Tony. Of course, there were better ways to go about it – there were much better ways. Stepping away from the situation, he formulated twenty, thirty – tons. Yet, Peter wasn’t sure he would have been able to pull off any of them without chickening out.

So – he dealt with the consequence. Hurting the person he loved the most, watching him with his cousin, feeling just the slightest bit incomplete – that was his penance. At least he knew he did the right thing for him. When the right person came around, no matter how much he wanted it to be Tony, he could genuinely and honestly be in it – giving himself would be so very easy. That thought made him just a bit more content – even if it didn’t keep him warm at night, it kept him sane.

The next couple of weeks went by quickly – he spent the days he didn’t go into the office wandering around the city, his heart truly full now that he was back. There truly was no place like home. When Ned and MJ found out he was back, they got together a couple times a week just to hangout and catch up. Ned worked for a computer engineering company and got to enjoy the spoils of his youth behind the keys. MJ taught at Midtown and came packed with the best gossip.

One night in the middle of June, the three of them were gathered around Peter’s coffee table, the remains of Chinese food scattered around. Peter had been in the city for four months now – each one better than the next. It felt good to be able to do what he wanted – to be able to afford copious amounts of food and stupid movies on DirectTV. They were watching the newest Men in Black when Peter’s phone vibrated. A soft smile slipped across his face when he noticed it was Tony.

For the first couple of days, it felt weird to be texting Tony so much. Tony sent him another message out of the blue the very next day that broke the weird spell of the past they decided to dredge up – and they’d been texting ever since. It remained casual – despite the vibe that Tony wouldn’t mind if it did. Peter wouldn’t, either – if he were being completely honest. But, May deserved more than that.

Glancing down at his phone, Peter felt his smile grow – Tony’s initial jump into conversation was always off the wall, always completely random.

Tony Stark [8:01PM]: Did you know that the state sport in Maryland is jousting? Tony Stark [8:03PM]: Like, legit medieval era shit.

Peter couldn’t hold back the laugh, despite not wanting to give himself away. He wasn’t ready to talk about any of it with anyone – but he’d already been caught out, MJ was too smart for her own good. “What, or I guess who, has got you smiling like that?” she quirked a brow at him, the lady like a bloodhound sniffing out a scent.

Biting into his bottom lip, Peter didn’t answer for a few seconds – his fingers too busy sending off a reply.

Peter Parker [8:07PM]: I did not know that. I’ve been to a Renaissance festival, so I’ve seen it – I couldn’t imagine that being a very practical sport, however. Peter Parker [8:08PM]: Did you find that on the back of a Laffy Taffy wrapper?

A warm feeling settled within him, the ease in which he could talk to Tony hadn’t gone anywhere – even with 6 years and a ton of baggage between them. Finally glancing up at MJ, he took a deep breath, the news he was about to give something that would probably confuse the fuck out of her. She was the only one he told about leaving for Minnesota, she knew how big of a deal it was to disappear like he did.

“It’s Tony,” Peter mumbled, his face heating, though his eyes never wavered.

In true Ned style, he jumped into the conversation randomly, his voice echoing around the room. “You mean like – Tony Stark? The Tony?” he asked, his entire body shifting, his attention now on Peter and MJ completely.

Blushing further, Peter nodded – his fingers brushing through his hair as he did. “The one and only. It’s weird – he’s dating May and I know that. And things are strictly friendly between us – but it could easily be something else.”

MJ moved a little closer, a hand pressing into his thigh. “I always thought it was a little weird that you were dating the golden boy. And when you left – I thought maybe that was the end. I don’t know, Peter – I hope you’re thinking about what you’re doing,” her voice sounded concerned, his heart warming a little at the sentiment.

“I am – I’m thinking about it, pretty frequently, actually. The last time I saw May, she didn’t talk about him much or bring him up at all, really. I can’t tell – but nothing is going to happen while he’s with May. Maybe he’ll stay with her, who knows,” Peter started to ramble, so he shut his mouth, his thoughts so scattered on the matter. Things were so natural, so easy – it made the whole situation a whole lot more confusing.

MJ brushed her long hair out of her face, an indifferent look in her eyes. From the get-go with Tony, MJ took that approach. She kept herself in it just enough to be a shoulder that Peter could lean against. “You’ll never convince me that he’s the great guy you say he is, but whatever you decide – I support you. Just don’t fuck up your relationship with May, we all know how important that is to you.” MJ stated, her eyes doing the smiling for her. She turned back to the TV and said nothing more.

As always, Ned followed suit. Shaking his head at the group antics, Peter shifted his focus back to his phone, his conversation with Tony completely absorbing him for the rest of the movie. He’d seen the movie before, anyway – the end was the only part that was really worth watching.

A couple hours later, MJ and Ned filed out of his apartment – Ned lightly punching his arm and MJ pulling him into a hug. She kept him in her arms for an extra second, her grip tight. “Be careful, okay? Can’t have you running away again.” Her words were whispered and driven home by the softest press of a kiss to his cheek.

He closed the door and leaned against it, the flurry of emotions from the evening hitting him – making everything he’d been thinking about magnifying tenfold. Nights with his friends were always fun, but stupidly exhausting – especially when MJ got into detective mode. In any other case, the details would have gladly come out of his mouth – it was nice to have friends he that he knew kept secrets like the pros that they were.

The collective thought of Tony still made him feel a bit raw. Like the wound could heal – he just didn’t know what the remedy was. A part of him knew he was dancing with the line, keeping his conversations with Tony going. Another part figured that they were both adults and could make sound decisions. Tony understood what he was doing just as well as Peter.

Which is why he was surprised to hear a knock on his door about ten minutes later. Checking his phone, he didn’t see a text from either Ned or MJ – though, it wouldn’t shock him if they just came stomping back in. At least they decided to knock instead of using his not so well-hidden spare key.

Pulling open the door, he started to speak, his mouth moving before his eyes bothered to take in what was in front of them. “What’d you guys forget – “ Peter picked up his head while he spoke, a soft smile on his face. Realizing who actually stood there, Peter straightened up, brown eyes wide. “Tony?”

Taken aback, Peter wondered for a second how the hell the man even found him. Though, he quickly realized he was dealing with a technology genius. He could also recall a conversation about an AI that dealt with most of Tony’s affairs. Licking his lips, Peter desperately tried to cure his dry mouth – just the sight of the other man enough to sweep his feet out from under him. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands still sticking up from earlier.

“Hey, Pete,” Tony started, one of his hands pressing into the doorframe, his body only a foot or so away from Peter’s. The tightness in his chest made him want to buckle in on himself – the feeling way too fucking much. He watched Tony draw in a deep breath, his eyes murky with a gale of emotions. “Jarvis told me where you lived. I hope it’s okay.”

And just like that, Peter was stepping back from the door, the both of them hovering in the hallway, the space between them narrowed down even more now. “It’s okay – it wouldn’t be you if you weren’t doing crazy shit like that.” He let a light laugh leave his lips, the exhalation of breath doing nothing to ease the tension inside of him. “Why are you – why are you here?”

Tony straightened his posture at the question, the softness in his eyes hardening a little. So – they were going to have a serious talk, then. Crossing his arms, Peter steeled himself for whatever Tony had to say. In all of the time they’d been reconnecting – this conversation never made its way back to the surface, at least, not until this very moment.

He watched color spread over the top of Tony’s cheeks, eyes dropping to look at their feet. “I always wondered when you stopped loving me. I told myself that’s what happened – because it made it easier to accept that you left. You didn’t though, did you? Stop. You’re just a selfish prick,” Tony got out, his words harsh, despite the soft tone they were delivered in. “I thought – maybe we could be friends. There’s been enough time for the hurts in my heart to be patched. I got over it a long time ago. I did not take into account, however – how I didn’t get over you.”

The words felt like a punch to the gut – not because he didn’t want to hear them. Oh, no – he’d been longing to hear those words for years now. Digging himself into a hole didn’t have to mean certain death – he thought maybe he could find his way back to Tony someday. The damage came from the fact that, despite the immensity of want coursing through him, Peter couldn’t act – wouldn’t.

“You haven’t said a singular false statement, Tony. I never stopped loving you. I took the only out I could find – you finding yourself and giving more and more of your time to it – and decided I needed to do the same. Once I mustered the courage, I knew it would be the only time, so I left. I wouldn’t have left otherwise. You, me – we deserve this Peter, the one who knows what he wants and can make it happen. I’m just – the king of bad timing,” Peter whispered the last few words, the reality of them feeling like the final smackdown.

A silence settled between them then, the tension in the room coming to a head. Thinking about it later, he couldn’t decide who made the move first – all of the sudden, Peter was wrapped up in Tony’s arms and they were kissing – kissing like their fucking lives depended on it. He felt long fingers slid into his hair and tug, the warm press of Tony’s torso against his own absolutely divine. His own arms wrapped around Tony’s middle, his body on fire from that simple little touch.

The inability to think kept him under the haze of their joined passion, his lips moving without thought or hesitancy. Tony’s tongue plunged into his mouth and Peter hung on for dear life, his own head tilting to deepen the kiss even further. His chest burnt from the lack of oxygen, but he couldn’t pull away – the second the high of his skin against Tony’s left, Peter’s conscience would reign supreme again.

Tony’s chocked off moan snapped the delicate spell controlling them, Peter’s body on fire, his mind all over the place. “Fuck. Stop – Tony. We have to stop,” Peter mumbled, his hands moving from the solid flanks of Tony’s sides to the bulk of his shirt, fingers digging in. “We can’t do this.” Even as the words were coming out of his mouth, he felt himself leaning in, his nose dragging over Tony’s. “This isn’t rejection – I just can’t. Not when you’re with May. I refuse to hurt her like that,” he pressed a final kiss to Tony’s lips and forced himself away – chest still heaving.

Both of Tony’s hands came up in surrender, the look in his eye resolute. “You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry, Pete – I shouldn’t have come here like this.” He kept his glance tied to Peter’s, the other man still so easy to read – his hurt and confusion written plain as day.

“It’s okay, Tony. It’s okay.” Peter didn’t know what he was saying was okay, or even if it was – but the need to soothe took over. He reached forward and palmed Tony’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the arch there.

For a second, Tony leaned into the touch, the bourbon color of his eyes buried under closed eyelids. Peter trailed his finger back and forth, the digit moving until he felt a breath of air against his forearm and Tony was pulling away. He didn’t say anything, he simply opened the door and walked through it. His eyes trailed after the other man until he was down the hallway and out of sight.

This time, he shut the door and slid down it – his head falling into his hands.

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Never prescribing to the age old ‘when it rains, it pours’ thing, Peter wasn’t expecting the knock on his door early the next morning. After Tony left, Peter barely made it to the couch before passing out into a fitful sleep. Between tossing, turning, and a mind that didn’t want to slow down and stop – Peter could count on two fingers how many hours of complete sleep he got. Sitting up, Peter looked groggily around the room, the disturbance in his sleep something he thought he might have dreamed up until another knock sounded.

“Peter, I know you’re home! I can see your open porch door from the street.” May’s voice was the last thing he figured he’d be hearing. The taste of Tony still lingered on his lips – Tony’s stubble making the skin above them a little raw, too. How in the world could he face May right now – when he hadn’t even had time to process what happened, or how he reacted, or even how Tony reacted.

Grumbling, Peter got up off the couch, his feet heavy in their steps towards the door. It felt like he spent the night before getting completely wasted, yet he didn’t have a singular sip. A couple of quick runs of his fingers through his hair and Peter finally felt ready to pull open the door and face whatever might come his way. Even if it was terrible.

Peter took a couple of deep breaths, his hand not wanting to move to actually get the damn door open. He braced himself, the idea that he might take a hand to the face or harsh words thrown his way that would eclipse him. There was nothing, though. May simply looked at him, two to-go coffee cups in her hands. “Are you going to let me in?” she asked, her voice neutral, the look in her eye hard to read.

He took a step back quickly, his arm sweeping wide. “Hi May, yes – please come in. I just got up, so my brain still isn’t working all that well.” It would have sounded like an excuse if he weren’t still shirtless with marks from the couch all over his right side. He stepped back further, the space now more of an open invitation that May took gracefully.

If this were a social call, they would have wandered to his makeshift bed of a couch and sat down – his cousin’s hands already moving to take the remote and put on whatever show she was currently addicted to. She would have jammed the coffee she was holding into the thickness of his chest, the joke of almost scolding him something they’d been doing since Peter came to stay with May and her family. The atmosphere would have been a little bit more accepting.

Yet, none of those things happened. May put his coffee cup on the middle of his kitchen table and sat down in one of the chairs. Knowing how different things would have been, Peter didn’t hesitate to take the seat opposite her, his hands wrapping around the warm to-go cup on instinct. He didn’t even take a second to put a shirt on – he simply sat down and waited, each second that past like a sweet torture.

Eventually, she pulled her phone out and started to flip through it, a concentrated look on her face. Finding what she needed, May pushed the phone over towards him. He took it a little hesitantly, his mind wandering around all of the possible things that could be on that phone. There wasn’t anyone else around when Tony came here last night – so with that, at least, they were in the clear.

His breath caught, though – the photo on her screen one he knew with familiarity, one that he glanced at more times than he cared to remember. The memory of the day the picture was taken still sat fresh in his mind. They were at Tony’s place, probably about a year into their relationship. They were celebrating the end of the semester and people were everywhere – the streaks and blurs in the background their friends caught in a second of chaos. Peter and Tony were in the middle of a conversation when MJ called over – “Snuggle up, love birds – let me take a picture.”

Peter could still remember how quickly Tony stepped up behind him, arms embracing without hesitation. They both beamed at the camera, the smiles on their faces so genuine. What Peter liked the most about it, though, was the fact that MJ caught them a second before they looked back at each other.

Peter’s face was turned as if he were trying to look over his shoulder, his smile bright and big but eyes oriented in Tony’s direction. The hand on his chest was splayed open wide, Tony’s fingers one of the main focuses in it. The look on Tony’s face showed affection and happiness – but most importantly, love.

MJ gave it to them both in a frame a couple of days later, the gorgeousness of it something that even she couldn’t deny.

Eyes a little watery, Peter looked up from the phone and over at May, a questioning look in his eye. “Where did you even find this?” Peter knew for a fact that his copy was tucked into the box in his closet – one in which he only allowed himself to go through every now and again, one that he specifically brought in and put away himself.

“It’s in Tony’s lab. We were supposed to meet for lunch a few weeks ago, but he couldn’t leave, so I met him there. He left for a minute to get cleaned up, so I snooped – because why not, right? There are a couple of the two of you, but that one is right in the middle of his workspace. He told me a little bit about this epic love he still wasn’t really over, and it never once crossed my mind that it was with you.” May stopped then, her hands reached across the table for his. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The soft touch of her hands felt like a drastic juxtaposition to the raging war of emotions keeping him right on the edge of panic. As a distraction, he watched her thumbs brush against his hands, the movement hypnotic, easy to get lost in. The lull seemed to help calm him a little – Peter glanced back up at her, apprehension still so very visible.

“I didn’t treat him well at the end. For a while, it was nice to have this thing that was all my own. And when it got serious, I freaked a little. I ran away because I felt too much. It was easier not to acknowledge it out loud – because telling you about him made the selfish thing I did a lot more real. It took a while to find me and then a while after that to cope with how big of a dick I am.” He paused then, taking a long breath.

“I never thought I’d see him again – never. Then, he’s sitting next to you and everything I have neglected for six years suddenly hit me square in the face. May, you seemed happy – I’ve been selfish enough,” Peter knew he had to get all of that out, or he probably wouldn’t, the acknowledgement of so many things harder than he ever imagined possible.

He gripped her hands, pulling them towards him a little. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” And that was the truth. Regardless of how badly he handled other things, Peter couldn’t be careless with something like that – May and her feelings. Even if that came at the cost of his own.

At that, she chuckled, her lips quirking into the first real smile on her face all morning. “I saw the way you two were talking to each other the day I introduced you. It doesn’t take a genius to know chemistry when you see it. The picture just sort of – put all the pieces together. It’s okay, Pete. Really.”

Quirking a brow at her, he pulled his hands away and sat more fully in his chair. “There’s nothing going on, May. I – “ Peter stuttered out, but she held a hand up, a soft little smile on her face.

“There’s nothing going on between Tony and I anymore, either. He came over last night, started to talk a bunch of nonsense. It seemed like a good time to tell him I’d been seeing someone else, anyway. You remember Ben? Either way – he is single and not attached to me, so you no longer have to factor hurting or upsetting me into any of your life choices.”

She got up then and came around the table, her arms engulfing Peter into a tight hug. “This is a lesson on when to keep secrets from me. I hope you learned that never is probably the best course of action,” she mumbled against the side of his head, Peter’s chest shaking with laughter before she let him go. And just like they were kids again, she slapped the back of his head hard, a cackle slipping from her lips. “Stop ignoring me, okay? Let’s be friends again.”

It took a few more minutes of banter back and forth for Peter to totally comprehend all the things May told him – he couldn’t get past the green light of acceptance; despite all the other juicy things he’d just been told. His mind immediately went to Tony, the thought of pulling his phone out and texting him flashing across his mind. Then, he realized just how much he missed May and put it on the back burner. If he were reading the room right the night before, he didn’t think Tony would be going anywhere anytime soon.

“Yeah, alright.” Peter said after a second, their eyes meeting. He could see nothing but clarity in those hazel eyes, a look he knew to be acceptance and contentment. It felt good to be able to read her again, the crippling guilt no longer between them. “I’m not going to the office today. Want to binge something on Netflix?”

Her lips pulled into a smile, the look in her eye mischievous – “Actually, I think we should find you something to wear to this,” she murmured, hands rummaging in her bag until an envelope came into view. Peter didn’t need to see the Stark Industries logo in the corner to know what she was referring to. The Stark Gala – the height of events for the engineering and technology society. It seemed kind of fitting, a reunion at one of these events after the shitty end to the last one.

A soft blush set in his cheeks then, a silent sort of understanding happening between them. This wasn’t just acceptance from May, but a push in the right direction, too. He took the envelope from her, then pulled her smaller frame into his arms. “Thanks, May.”

When they parted for the afternoon, May pulled him into another hug and wished him luck. The suit they picked out was going to look pretty damn good on him – even if it wasn’t one of the fancy custom-made ones. The whole time, it felt like being with May when they were younger, when there wasn’t a care in the world. Maybe that was because the trauma between them was officially over, or maybe May felt like she knew Peter a bit better. Whatever it was, Peter enjoyed the time thoroughly.

It felt like the first time since getting here that he wasn’t stressed or watching over his shoulder. Even though he enjoyed every single second of being back in the place that felt like home, there were so many things still trying to press him down and keep him there. The weight of his chain felt a few links shorter now. In hindsight, the simple truth would have been much easier than all the angst – but hey, that’s how lessons are learned.

There was just enough time to sneak in a nap – Peter grateful for that fact. They decided early into their conversation that the surprise of his presence would make much more of an impact than a text, so Peter kept control of himself and didn’t say a word to the other man. He could already picture the look on Tony’s face. With the rest of the night on his mind, Peter slept pretty peacefully – his body finally content with where things were headed for him.

Actually feeling refreshed upon waking up, Peter took his time getting dressed. The blue suit and light grey shirt combo looked great in the mirror at the store, the jacket fit his shoulders nicely and the slacks hugged the curve of his ass just right. With the addition of some product in his hair and a small white-gold chain around his neck, Peter looked ever better. It’d been a long time since he dressed up like this – he appreciated the view and hoped Tony would, too.

Peter splurged on the relatively expensive Uber into Manhattan, his conversation with Paula the driver helping to ease any nervousness that wanted to bubble up inside him. Surprisingly, though, there wasn’t much other than excitement coursing through him. No matter what happened, Peter felt a sense of freedom he didn’t before. If Tony decided the craziness they were able to build was what he wanted, Peter couldn’t wait to give himself completely to it. Finally.

It was pretty easy to slip out of the Uber and into the party without dealing with any of the press. They weren’t interested in someone like him. He gave his name and flashed the invitation to the man he remembered as Happy at the door – the exchange easy and over before he knew it. There were lots of people scattered around the upper floor of Stark Industries, the age range wide and varied and the dress much the same. Peter fit right into the people flitting around and used that as an advantage to scope out Tony.

Looking around, he felt a little disappointed when he didn’t see the man right off the bat. He decided to put the search on hold and get a drink when he felt a hand on his arm. “Hope you’re not leaving already.”

He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know who the hand belonged to – the ghost of Tony’s touch still haunted him on a pretty constant basis. A soft smile slipped across his lips, the other man’s presence did that to him – especially now that it didn’t come with the not so gentle pang of guilt. “No, not yet. I just now found what I was looking for.” Peter’s response was shift, said with confidence.

Tony tugged on his arm until they were facing each other, their chests almost pressing together. After so many years, it felt like the first time all over again – this dance they were doing. Their even height made it easy to catch amber colored eyes – the yellow tinted glasses Tony took to wearing enhanced the color of his eye, the depth of it so easy to get lost in.

“I’ve done my rounds for the night, come upstairs with me,” Tony mumbled, his voice just loud enough for Peter and Peter alone to hear. The warm caress of the liquid smokiness arousal always made Peter think of washed over him, his arms wrapping themselves around Tony’s neck. He pressed in for a kiss, the need unable to be denied. It stayed chaste for the sake of not being in public when things turned steamy.

“Lead the way, Tony,” Peter responded, his brain forcing his body to step away, to keep some space until he could have all of the other man. A work-roughened hand gripped his own, their fingers tangling – Tony led the way through the crowd seamlessly, his ability to fit in despite the sheer amount of attention he could attract was impressive. Probably learned from all the times he did his best to escape the charade over the years.

It was nice to see that some things never changed.

Once they were in the elevator, Tony didn’t hold back – this one led to his part of the penthouse, so they wouldn’t be disturbed. “I’m guessing May talked to you and this is your way of saying that it’s okay to do this,” Tony babbled before grabbing his cheeks and pressing their lips together, the kiss hot and on the right side of desperate. Peter figured he didn’t need to verbally answer, he gripped Tony’s hips instead and kissed back, his tongue pressing forward to join the warmth in the luscious caverns in Tony’s mouth.

Forgoing the tie ended up being a good idea, Tony’s hands were everywhere as they kissed, the tips moving from Peter’s cheeks, down his chin, neck, and under the slight gap of his button up shirt. Each place he touched felt like molten lava, the stroke of his fingers branding his skin – every inch becoming Tony’s once again. Finally, the elevator doors broke open, the dark comfort of Tony’s home just a couple steps forward.

Peter broke away then, his chest heavy from too much carbon dioxide, breaths coming in pants. “It’s okay. I want you, Tony. All of you. Because I finally know how to give all of me, too.” He used the lapels of Tony’s jacket to seal their lips back together, his feet working on their own accord, the path back to Tony’s room still etched into the forefront of his brain. Aside from bumping into the wall a couple of times, Peter and Tony were in the bedroom in no time.

Nimble fingers started to work on Peter’s shirt, Tony’s eye wide with eagerness and heat – the pupils blown open, taking over that precious brown warmth. His gaze made Peter feel a little on display, his skin on fire – the seconds passing making him feel like he needed to crawl out of it. A soft sigh of relief left his lips when the cool air hit his skin, the scalding deliciousness of Tony’s touch all of the sudden bearable again.

Quickly getting in on the action, Peter worked on Tony’s bow tie, the knot coming undone without much effort. Tony tried to press in for a kiss, but Peter kept some distance between them. “I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep doing that. It’s been a while – let me see you,” Peter stammered, his words lazy, the blood meant for his brain traveling lower, instead. He got all of the buttons open without fault, a look of triumph on his face. Greedy hands pushed the suit jacket and shirt off in one go, Tony finally shirtless – skin on display.

His fingers skimmed across tight pecs and prickled nipples, down across each of Tony’s ribs, and along the seam of his abdominals. The trail of hair Peter remembered so fondly seemed a little thicker, the change one of the only signs of aging he could really see. His dress pants sat on slim hips, a v on either side guiding his eyes to the real treasure. He could see the bulge there, Tony’s length long and eager, exactly the way he liked to remember it.

The rest of their clothes came off in a fumble to get onto the bed, Peter’s back hitting the mattress without any fight, a sigh of delight slipping from his lips when Tony settled over him. The weight felt divine, the tangibility of being pressed down amping up the slow spread of arousal tenfold. “Fuck, you feel good,” Peter gasped against Tony’s shoulder. The man was caressing his flanks, fingers moving reverently, like devotion and memorization were the only options.

The ticklish feeling kept him from getting too close to the edge too fast – Tony’s touches driving him crazy in so many ways. His hips rolled up every now and then, the semi-constant friction just enough to stave off the intense itch that needed to be scratched. Peter did his best to memorize the way Tony’s hips felt against his own, how the sweat on his brow rolled down so very slowly, how even after so much time – this felt so goddamn right.

Throwing his arms around Tony’s neck, Peter pulled him down for a fierce kiss, feelings overwhelming him, the earnestness of the interaction so much – everything he wanted. Their lips met for a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling between them, the taste of Tony in his mouth just as exciting as the slip slide of their bodies together. Peter’s fingers roamed through Tony’s hair, the softness of it a nice contrast to the heat overtaking them both.

The need to breath forced them apart, Tony’s forehead leaning down, resting against Peter’s. “I’ve missed you, Pete. So much,” the other whispered, the words kissing his cheeks in a tender brush. His eyes were closed, but Peter could tell he was trying to hold back tears or emotion – or maybe both.

With both hands, he cupped Tony’s cheeks, the other lifting his head enough for them to be looking into each other’s eyes. “I missed you. I’m here now, though – not going anywhere, either,” Peter said softly. He hoped to convey how genuine the words were – that despite how big of a shit he’d been, there still might be a future. He didn’t deserve it – but fuck did he hope for it.

“I won’t let you,” Tony replied, his cheeks lifting into a wide smile. “Jarvis can find you, so don’t even think about it.” He turned his head to press a kiss to Peter’s palm, his nose nuzzling into the same spot. “Can I fuck you?” Tony murmured into the skin there, his eyes hot and hopeful. Peter could feel Tony’s cock against his flat belly – the length throbbing at just the mention of pressing into him. Peter grinned and used his grip on Tony to slip their lips together once again.

“Fuck, yes – please, Tony. I want you.”

Tony didn’t need any more prodding after that, he moved until he was on the bed next to Peter. “Turn over onto your side,” he mumbled, his hands pushing and tugging at Peter’s hips until he turned over. “I’m going to make you feel good, Petey – promise.”

Peter elongated his neck and let Tony pepper kisses against the skin there, the man’s hands still working over lean sides. He threw a hand behind himself and grabbed Tony’s hair, his fingers gripping to keep him as close as possible, so that the other man couldn’t pull away, even if he wanted to. A gasp left his mouth when Tony’s wandering hands wrapped around the front of his body and started to teasingly stroke his cock.

The pulls started off slow, like he was trying to orient himself with Peter again. His fingers were rough, a little bit more scarred than the last time Peter felt his touch – and yet, still completely perfect. The tip of his cock was already leaking, so the glide of Tony’s hand was delicious, the friction faultless. With the slightest of thrusts, Peter could feel the other’s cock against his ass. “Mm, you’re so fucking hard,” Peter babbled, his hands tightening in Tony’s hair.

“Fuck me, please. I want to be yours again.” He thrust his hips back and ground into Tony, if the words weren’t enough, he hoped the move would be.

Tony pulled his lips away from Peter’s neck to pant against it, a soft groan leaving his lips. “God, Pete – I, you’re too much,” he murmured, his hips thrusting forward again, his fingers tightening around Peter’s length. “I can’t wait to feel you.” He squeezed Peter again, then the fingers were gone – Tony’s hand now slipping down to slip between pert ass cheeks.

There were a few soft teases to Peter’s hole before Tony was pulling back – the mattress dipping with his weight. Peter immediately felt the cold of the room clinging to his back, the sweat there staring to dry. Absentmindedly, he let his hand trail down his chest – his fingers ghosting straight down his abs, the tips teasing along the sensitive skin there. His nerves were on fire and he couldn’t let that tingly sensation die down for a single second.

The warmth was back within a couple of minutes, Tony’s hand trailing down his side, the other tucking under Peter’s neck to keep him close. “Tuck this leg up a little,” Tony whispered, lips brushing against Peter’s ear. Complying quickly, he bent his leg – a moan leaving his lips when Tony’s finger filled the newly made space. The barely there touch had him clenching his eyes, mouth open wide. “Fuck!”

The snick of a lube cap opening pulled another sound from his chest, anticipation settling low in his belly, the heat there compounding with it, his cock dribbling a bit of precum at the thought of what was to come next. The first touch of the lube was cool on his skin – and immediately forgotten, the first press of Tony’s finger into him after so much time exquisite, painful, and just right – just enough to distract him.

He couldn’t help the constant stream of ‘Tony’ leaving his lips, each thrust of one, two, and then three fingers shredding ever sense of self and control and conscious thought. It was only Peter and Tony and the aching touches that could tear him apart and then delicately piece him back together. “I’m ready, Tony – I’m ready.” His words were desperate, as was the hand that shot behind him to get a nice grip on Tony’s hair again. “Please – “

“I’ve got you, Pete,” Tony said, his fingers pulling out, only to be replaced with the warm head of the other’s cock. Tony pressed his hips against his loosened hole and thrust forward slightly, just the tip slipping inside. Peter let his jaw drop in a silent moan. He felt Tony’s grunt against his neck before hearing it, the gust of breath sending goosebumps cascading across his skin.

Inch by inch, Peter felt himself relax and accept more of Tony – the stretch turning from a sheer burning sensation to delectable with every passing second. Then, Tony hooked an arm under his already tucked leg, the move opening him up further.

The last couple of inches were easier now, Peter’s hole exquisitely stretched and full – the press of Tony’s hips against his own the best part of all. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re clenched around me like if I pull out, you’ll never be whole again,” he babbled, hips pulling back ever so slightly.

Just like Tony said, Peter clenched down a little tighter around him, his heart rate picking up with the sweet ache of his hole stretching further. “Maybe I won’t be,” Peter responded, his eyes closing, Tony’s cock slipping almost all the way out of him, the head resting just past the ring of muscles. He already felt empty, the rightness of being filled missed dearly.

The teasing roll of his hips didn’t last, though – Peter clenched each time he tried to pull out and before long, Tony was panting heavily against his neck, the snap of his hips long and hard. “Harder, Tony – more,” Peter ground out, his jaw clenching with ever thrust in, the tip of Tony’s cock hitting his prostate dead on.

Leaning into Peter more heavily, Tony pressed his leg down until he was almost up on his knees, the weight pressing him fully into the mattress. “I’m so close. Touch yourself – “ Peter barely heard, Tony’s words spliced with pants and groans. He could feel the pulse of Tony’s cock inside of him, the harder and faster he moved, the more it seemed to thrum in time with their joint heartbeat.

It took a second for Peter to register the plea – he was creeping closer and closer to the edge, it felt hard to focus on anything. He complied, though, his fingers gripping tightly and stroking at the same pace as Tony’s thrusts. There was no holding back after that, the boiling heat in his stomach finally bubbling over – each spasm of his body drawing shot after shot of cum from his body. “Ah, Tony!”

He barely felt the hard bite against his shoulder blade, the world tilted on a different axis at the moment. The warmth of Tony finishing inside him kept him grounded, though – his hole tightening to keep him there, deep and exactly where he should be. Tony mumbled Peter’s name over and over again, his forehead coming to rest against the back of his neck.

It was a few minutes before Peter felt with it enough to move or talk or even feel his limbs. He felt Tony slip out and the delicious feeling of cum dripping from his hole – then he sunk into the mattress further, everything about him boneless. Tony’s weight pressed against him a moment later.

The room was quiet when Peter came down enough to turn a little, his arm reaching back to pet at Tony’s bare skin. “Let’s go shower – I’m gross,” Peter said softly, a chuckle leaving his lips when arms wrapped around his waist, Tony sink down into him a little further.

“Do we have to?” Tony whined, his nose brushing Peter’s ear, every breath he took ruffling the hair there.

“I need to,” Peter retorted, the man using his arms to push up a little, his leverage dislodging Tony from his back. “The way you had me pinned down, I came all over myself – I’m already a little itchy.” He moved until he could sit up – the cooling cum on his chest making him pull a face. Tony’s arm reached out to attempt to pull him down once more, but Peter avoided it – a soft smile on his face when he looked over his shoulder. “Come join me if you want.”

Luckily, not a lot had changed about the bathroom, the shower was a little bigger – but Jarvis was easy enough to access, the water starting without much of a hassle. Peter stepped under and let out a relieved grunt – the nerve endings of his skin still sensitive, the hot water just enough to ease that feeling a little. He stood there letting the water sleuth over him – the peace of it nice after such an adrenaline-fueled event.

The shower door opening a few minutes later didn’t surprise him – he simply relaxed into the arms that wrapped around his waist. “Will you stay?” Peter heard, his head tilting to the side to accommodate Tony’s head resting on his shoulder. “I just got you back, I don’t know if I can let you leave now.”

Pressing his head against Tony’s, Peter let his hands grab onto the ones around his waist – the grip tight. “I’ll stay. For as long as you’ll have me.”

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cxlvins · 4 years

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...000. INTRODUCTION.

helloooo lovelies ! my name is naomi (he/him), i’m twenty-two and from the gmt timezone ! i’m super excited for this to open because i’ve got so much muse right now. i’m down for any and all plots, seriously, i love plotting ! this is calvin, he’s an angry mess of a character, but he’s fun to play, so ! if you just wanna get to know the character, you can skip past the other sections and just focus on personality, i’ve also put some wanted connections in there too ! if you would like to plot, then either shoot me a message here or on discord (heterosexual? how vintage!#8600) or alternatively, like this post and i will message you !

caution: alcohol, drugs, mental health, death.

°☼ ◜ xavier serrano, cismale, he/him ◞ ∗ ∘ good to see you again, calvin marx. you're twenty-three now, right ? i heard you’ve been streaming professionally on twitch … crazy how time flies. you were always known as the crimson. i’m glad to see you’re just as gregarious as always — and volatile, too .. kidding ! bella used to always mention it …you were her bad influence, after all. don’t worry, we’ll find her soon. what matter is that we’re together now, right ? not really. + thrift-store clothing, bruised knuckles, a scent of cologne & cigarettes. + watermelon sugar by harry styles.

...001. BRIEF HISTORY.

calvin grew up very underprivileged for the first 11 years of his life in brooklyn, ny.

his father died when he was 5 years old to a drug overdose, leading his mother became a single mother to him and his younger sister, essentially meaning that calvin had to grow up and be the ‘man of the house’ without having a choice.

because of her new single-mother status, calvins mother had to work 3 different jobs in order for the family to pay rent (a cleaner in mornings, a store assistant in the day and a bartender in the evenings), which meant she was rarely home and left calvin to raise both himself and younger sister.

from a very early age, it was apparent that calvin suffered from anger issues, dyslexia and adhd, constantly getting into fights at every opportunity, his complete inability to focus and never managing to make it through a week at school without a phone call home.

these issues remained untreated, due to his mother putting it down to the ‘boys will be boys’ ideology, and concluding that calvin was just an energetic one at that.

because of this, calvin fell into the wrong crowd pretty quickly and settled into his mindset that he was never going to achieve all that much anyway, because no matter how hard he tried, he could never score well on any test at school.

at the age of 9, calvins mother met, fell in love with and soon married a former client for whom she cleaned for. calvins new step father was incredibly wealthy, due to being a successful franchisee and also being very largely into stock trading.

calvin, his sister and mother were all moved to his home in wilmington, which calvin struggled to adjust to, as he missed his friends back north.

he quickly made friends with the clique as he was brought into it by jordan and it did put some ease on his pressure, but part of him always felt like he should still be back in brooklyn.

now having access to as much money as he want led him down an early path into experimenting with drugs and alcohol, which soon became a bad habit.

although he wanted to drop out of school, his new step-father would not allow it, which became a large source of conflict for the family over the course of the next few years.

failing to graduate high school at age eighteen, calvin couldn’t deal with living with his family any more and left the house to move into a small apartment, 30 minutes away, with a roommate (possibly a member of the clique).

calvins only real passions were for gaming and sport, and as he smoked and did way too many drugs to make it in any sporting profession, he turned his attention to twitch streaming. he began this pretty soon and built up a solid fanbase (which he wanted to call the marxists, but in calvins words, apparently some dead man already claimed that title).

...002. PERSONALITY.

calvin is a naturally angry person who can lose his cool and go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, he rarely gives off signs that he is getting angry until he boils over, so people tend to watch what they say around him.

calvin is self-serving, his feelings will always come before those around him. although he is getting better at managing this, if something will result in calvin gaining something at the expense of somebody else, he will most likely go ahead with it.

calvin is not well educated, so he doesn’t tend to enjoy arguing with words, as he can never seem to find the ones to correctly express how he feels. instead, calvin is much more likely to act physically when something has irritated him (whether this be on a person or inanimate object).

calvin is an awful liar, he cannot lie to save his life as his face always tends to show when he doesn’t agree with an idea/opion/thought that somebody says. because of this, he is very outspoken, and will just say what he’s thinking regardless of if it’s going to hurt somebodies feelings. he’d rather upset them with the truth, than get caught out for lying.

calvin is an extrovert and gains energy from being around people - the more people the better, because of this, he has become a major party animal and loves attending any and all parties that is going on, despite if he’s fond of the hosts or not.

calvin is a heavy user of drugs, alcohol & cigarettes. this is primarily down to his naturally addictive personality and constant need to feel like he’s happy, so that he doesn’t get sad again. there will rarely be a day where he will not be intoxicated in some way and he will have a cigarette at least once an hour -- and that’s on a good day.

calvin is very much into sports. although not a natural athlete, nor somebody interested in playing sports competitively, calvin loves watching any and all sports, and he likes to play them when he can. due to his smoking habit, he can’t play sports for too long, but will always give it a good go.

similarly to this, calvin is very much into gaming. calvin loves fast-paced games, because they manage to keep his attention despite him not having a very long attention span. most games that he plays are first person shooters, and he’s usually the guy on the mic screaming when a teammate fucks up during online play. a big appeal to him was that games were the only thing he could focus his mind on as a child.

calvin is very much a boys boy, he genuinely abides by the bible of ‘ bros before hoes ‘ because he’s stupid.

calvin hates movies but loves tv, he finds that watching moves involves sitting still for too long, but tv allows him to take more breaks and keeps his interest for longer. although. he’d probably trade both of them for a chance to leave the house.

...003. TRAITS.

[ G R E G A R I O U S ] (+) — a person fond of company; sociable.

[ I N T U I T I V E ] (+) — using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

[ F O R T H R I G H T ] (+) — direct and outspoken.

[ V O L A T I L E ] (-) — liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse.

[ V E N G E F U L ] (-) — not willing to forgive or excuse people's faults or wrongdoings.

[ H E D O N I S T I C ] (-) — engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; sensually self-indulgent.

...004. BELLA KIM.

when calvin met bella, he never took too much of a shine to her, deeming her to be a rather fake individual and not understanding the rest of the groups investment with her. however, because he was a new introduction to the group and not there from the beginning, calvin felt he couldn’t really speak up and vocalise that without being dropped from the group himself.

for whatever reason, bella herself took a liking to calvin and he decided to use this to his advantage. for a girl with such a clean reputation, it seemed only the sensible thing to try and corrupt her -- which proved successful.

calvin introduced bella to the world of bad decisions and the two spent many nights breaking several laws and it created a sort of bond that only the pair really understood. they never talked about anything personal -- or, if they did, they were too high to remember -- but calvin saw a side to bella that not many others did, which he liked.

after moving out, calvin and bellas meetings became much less frequent as the group drifted apart. they would still meet up for occasional meet-ups, their last one being 3 months before the disappearance of bella.

calvin does not believe that she is alive and is dealing with it, as expected, not very well.

...005. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

CURRENT BEST FRIENDS — Possibly a boy squad? I live for a good boy squad. This person will have similar interests to Calvin, or be able to tolerate his volatile mood.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS — Someone with a similar upbringing from Brooklyn, most likely they grew apart when Calvin moved to Wilmington.

RIDE OR DIES — Although he primarily looks out for himself, I’m down to have Calvin have one person who he’s loyal to and will refuse to betray, we can come up with a fun reason for why he cares so much if you’re interested in this one.

HIS ROOMMATE — Somebody that moved with Calvin into his current apartment when he moved out at 18.

A GOOD INFLUENCE ON CALVIN — One of my favorite connections for Calvin to have is somebody who knows all of his flaws and attempts to help fix them. They’ll have to be patient, though, as Calvin doesn’t see himself for having any issues.

SOMEBODY HE IS A BAD INFLUENCE OF — On the opposite, I love when Calvin has somebody that he can introduce to bad things, corrupt easily and get a kick out of watching the commotion.

EXES ON BAD TERMS — Cheating on each other is usually an easy one to go with, but if you want, we can think of something more unique as to how it all fucked up and why they now hate each other.

EXES ON GOOD TERMS — Maybe they still occasionally fuck? There could still be an attraction there, but just no romantic chemistry. Alternatively, they tried it and both just couldn’t see it going anywhere.

EXES WITH LINGERING FEELINGS — There’s a ton of different reasons for why there’s still lingering feelings. The feelings could be one-sided or both ways.

EX FLINGS — Started as friends with benefits, one of them wanted more, the other didn’t, they decided to stop before someone got hurt.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS — No romantic intention, just a good way to kill time at 2 AM, or maybe it’s easy to know you have someone to go home to if you don’t find someone at a party.

FRIENDS FOR NECESSITY — This friend may not have that much in common with Calvin, they may not really get on in day to day life, but they are always there to get high, attend a party or do something dumb. an easy person to talk to when they’re both bored and wanna get out.

HIS YOUNGER SISTER — If anybody fancies a second character, I’m always down to have Calvins sister in the roleplay. They can either get along or not, we’ll just figure out the details.

EX FRIENDS — Used to be close but now aren’t, plenty of reasons as to why.

ENEMIES — Despise each other, seeing this person literally makes Calvins blood boil. Possibly sexual tension too if that would work, if not, they can just fight a lot.

WILL THEY / WON’T THEY — Lots of leading on and teasing each other, maybe they both think they’re stringing the other along but it turns out neither of them are interested? Maybe they start out not interested and it backfires later, by that time the other could’ve lost interest.

ANY OTHER IDEAS YOU THINK WILL WORK !

...006. ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Calvin is bisexual but heteroromantic, so any sexual-based connections can be taken by any gender.

Calvins Pinterest can be located here. Please note that it contains triggers for alcohol, drugs, blood & violence.

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renlimotroll · 4 years

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Call It What You Want To (part 1)

Warnings: BL/ Personification/ Imagination/ EXTREMELY OUT OF CHARACTER

Tags: LimoSiruMin Neighbor AU, toddler Ichihachi, Baby Jiraichan and Baby Quartet

Summary: Siruko has two new neighbors, and he does the only thing he can’t do. He falls in love with them.

A/N: For the sake of the story, it’s a world where boys’ love is accepted, but polyamory isn’t quite the norm. Of course anything in the story wouldn’t reflect reality in any way, are you kidding me. Please don’t take it too seriously, it’s just my imagination. I just wanted to stress-write. Don’t read if it will only make you cringe. Thank you. You have been warned. 🍋🐶🤖

Chapter 1

Siruko held the tiny hands with his fingers, and his heart just swells up everytime he looks at them. He was finally able to put down Quartetchi and Jiraichan to sleep, and Siruko’s not being biased here, but they’re the cutest babies in the world. At thirteen months old, both babies show signs of intelligence and good motor skills, but Siruko doesn’t care about that. All he wants is for them to grow up healthy and happy.

Something tugs his shirt, and Siruko looks down to see the other reason for his living. Three-year-old Ichihachi timidly hands him the book they’ve been reading the night before. Sometimes he can’t believe how fast Ichihachi is growing and wants time to stop just for a little while, just so his little boy can still stay little for a short while.

The years haven’t been easy for Siruko. Three years ago, his ex-girlfriend left Ichihachi to him and ran away with the guy she’s been cheating on him with, which happens to be Ichihachi’s father. Siruko doesn’t really care; frankly, the girl only used him for his money, and he can’t say he loved her that much. It was really hard taking care of a baby all by himself, but Ichihachi was the best thing that ever happened to him. He had always wanted kids, and though it was a little bit early, it was fine. As far as the world knows, Ichihachi is his child, and he loves him so much he’ll give him the world and more.

Then, two years later, he found two babies in an abandoned basket behind the garbage dump. He would have missed it; the babies weren’t crying or anything. It was Ichihachi who led him to them, when Siruko for a moment took his eyes off of him to tie his own shoe lace. Ichihachi liked cats, and he followed one on his own, to the best his small toddler legs can take him. Siruko almost had a panic attack when he looked up and didn’t see him, until he saw the brown scarf he wrapped him with trailing on the ground. He snagged the small boy immediately and hugged him; his heart rapidly beating within his ribcage, afraid to lose his son. Ichihachi, of course, oblivious to Siruko’s worry, just patted his cheek to get his attention and mumbled, “Touchan, touchan.” He followed the direction where Ichihachi’s small finger was pointing, to find two small babies wrapped in gray and pink blankets. His chest hurt seeing them abandoned like this, how could anyone just abandon their children? Siruko sighed to himself; if he didn’t get any answer to that from Ichihachi’s mother, then he sure won’t get it here in the garbage dump. After checking that the babies were not hurt or anything, he called the authorities. The babies cooed at him adorably and even grinned gummily at him. Siruko knew there and then that he had to adopt them, no matter what it takes. His heart was already captivated, and with a few favors and pulling strings and money throwing here and there, in six months he was able to take them home. He learned that the two babies were not related, and Siruko promised to give them a home and a family.

Sure it was tough, but it was also rewarding. Siruko was really happy. It would be nice to have a companion, a partner, but that seems impossible now that he doesn’t have time for dating, and no one really wants a man with three kids as a baggage. He’s content with his children though, and sometimes his friends, brother and parents come to help him. He’s really at a good place in his life, in a nice apartment building in a small, old city.

Apparently, said apartment building has new occupancy. Both his neighbors to the left and right of his unit were leaving, and Siruko was a bit sad because they were really nice people. He just hoped the new neighbors would be understanding of the noises his children make, not that they make a ruckus though. Ichihachi is an angel, and both Quartet and Jiraichan rarely cry, except when other people hold them. His children are the best, no bias there. Plus, the units have pretty thick walls anyway.

One evening, when the babies have finally settled down and he has read Ichihachi’s bedtime story, after spending a little time watching his kids sleep (so cute), Siruko stretched and yawned. He still has some work to do, so, after taking the baby monitor and turning on Ichihachi’s cat night lamp, he went to his work space so he can open his laptop and check his notifications.

Or he would, had there not been a knock on the door. Siruko glanced at the clock and wondered who in the world would knock on his door at midnight.

Groaning internally and checking quickly to look if he’s wearing something decent (a red shirt and really short black shorts, oops), he trudged his way to the door, hoping his irritation didn’t show in his face.

Opening the door revealed a tall man with glasses, short green hair and emerald eyes. Really striking emerald eyes. Oh. Wow.

Said man smiled a little and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Hi. Sorry we had to meet this way, I’m Mintosu.” He bowed slightly and Siruko came back to senses and remembered, right, manners, and mirrored the bow a bit lower.

“I’m your new neighbor, just came in two days ago. Hadn’t had the chance to greet anyone yet because I was busy unpacking. Sorry about that.”

“Sure, don’t worry about it.” Siruko replied, clearing his throat afterwards. He sounded so hoarse and tired, yikes. Wait, since when did he care about his voice? “I’m Siruko. I have three kids, so I’m apologizing in advance for any racket.”

“Oh! Of course, it’s no big deal. Kids are cute.” Mintosu grinned again, and Siruko blinked. That’s… really distracting.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’ve got any coffee left? I really need to finish some work and it’s my unlucky day coz I ran out and it’s midnight, I forgot to check out where the supermarkets are in the area and I wasn’t sure where the convenience stores are too.” The man spoke really fast and slurred his words together, so it took a second for Siruko to process what his new neighbor was saying, but really, his voice sounds really nice. Siruko won’t mind listening to it again and again.

“Ah! Coffee! Right!” Siruko startled out of his thoughts and went to the kitchen, fetching the extra bag he had. He handed it to his new neighbor, fingers brushing accidentally.

Mintosu’s beam grew wider. “Thanks! Appreciate it! I owe u one!”

“No problem!”

“It was really nice to meet you.” The man said earnestly before he left. “Hope I can see you and the kids around soon.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Siruko smiled pleasantly. He watched Mintosu go back to his own apartment to the right, bowing slightly as they caught gazes again. His new neighbor seems really nice, he thought, as he closed the door and went back to work.

Two weeks later, Siruko bumped into his second new neighbor in the elevator. His brother Hakotaro was watching the kids as he ran a few errands and picked up the groceries. He couldn’t really see anything from the huge paper bag he was hugging and the several plastic bags hanging from his arms, so it was more of a feeling that he hit someone.

“I’m sorry!”

“Need any help there?” A deep, frankly quite sexy voice asked. Siruko wasn’t even able to respond when the paper bag he was clutching tightly was gently pulled by someone, and the weight disappeared. As his view cleared, a man with gorgeous light blue locks appeared in front of him. He was wearing piercings, but he was also wearing a suit. What.. what is it with meganes lately? Why does Siruko find them attractive so suddenly? Where are they all coming from?

“T-thank you.” Siruko bowed as deeply as he could.

“Don’t mention it. I’m Limone, by the way. My friends call me ‘Sensei’. You can call me that too.” The man chuckled. His eyes were a beautiful shade of cerulean and it was really captivating.

“I’m Siruko. I haven’t seen you here before, are you visiting someone?”

“Oh, actually I’m new here! I just arrived yesterday, and today my moving-in gifts just arrived so I’ll drop them by your place tomorrow. Sorry I can’t personally give them, I have a meeting tomorrow.”

“That’s fine. Welcome to the building.”

The elevator dinged open, and they both tried to step out, surprising each other, their arms brushing. Limone-sensei stepped back to let Siruko through first, and Siruko thought, wow he’s a gentleman too.

“Umm… by the way, are you the Siruko? The youtuber?”

“Ahh…” Siruko sighed deeply, forcing a smile. “Yep, that’s me.”

Limone-sensei turned serious. “Hey, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, don’t worry.” He seemed sincere enough, so Siruko smiles genuinely this time. “I watched some of your videos and I thought I recognized your voice. But say… what are you doing in a simple apartment building like this?”

“Ah, well… Used to share it with ex-gf until she ran away with someone else, the usual story.” Shiruko shrugged.

Sensei shook his head lightly. “Tsk. That’s the worst. She doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Siruko had to chuckle at that. They arrived at his apartment, and he fished for his keys.

“Oh, Um… looks like we’re neighbors. I live to your left.”

“Really? That’s a nice coincidence. By the way, I’m apologizing in advance for the noise. I have three kids, 2 babies and a toddler.”

“Oh yeah?” Sensei looked excited. “I like babies. They’re so cute.”

Siruko was finally able to unlock the door, so Sensei gave him back the paper bag. “It was nice to meet you, Siruko-san!”

“Likewise! Thanks for carrying my groceries, Sensei!” The man waved as he strolled back to his own apartment. Okay, Siruko now has two hot, really nice neighbors. What in the world is happening?

“I saw your landlord Oshin-san a while ago. He said you have new neighbors?” His friend Gzira asked while helping Ichihachi change into his outdoor clothes. For some reason, the toddler really likes wearing scarves, so Gzira wrapped the young boy in a yellow one today.

“Un! I talked to them, they’re really nice!” Siruko commented while double-checking the diaper bag. The two babies were in the stroller, babbling at each other in baby language.

Gzira had to do a double-take. “Wait, you talked to people not me and your brother?”

Siruko frowned. “Hey, I’m perfectly capable of talking to other people!”

“Yeah, your subscribers, two babies who can’t even form words, and a toddler who knows maybe about 20 words do count as an engaging conversation.”

“Why am I friends with you?” The purple head sulked.

Gzira laughed that really contagious laugh of him. “Didn’t we establish that it’s because you don’t really talk to other people?”

Siruko stuck out his tongue at his friend, not that it really helped him prove his point. Ichihachi giggled adorably at his otouchan. “To my left is Limone-sensei. He helped me with groceries and he has piercings but he wears suits. He’s really nice. To my right, his name is Mintosu but he said I can call him Minben-san, and he gave me back really delicious coffee when he ran out and I gave him my extra. They’re both meganes and really handsome.”

Gzira blinked and stared at him strangely. “What?” Siruko paused his rambling.

“Handsome?” Gzira asked, laughter in his voice. He even waggled his eyebrows to tease.

“Oh, shut up.” Siruko glared at his friend. “Yeah yeah, my two new nice neighbors are hot, but they wouldn’t want to do anything with me, the lonely guy with 3 kids to raise.”

Gzira sighed. “Siruko-san, don’t talk about yourself like that. Any guy or girl would be lucky to have you! You’re smart, attractive, and really kind.”

Siruko smiled sadly. “Thanks, Gzira-kun.” He made one last final check. “Okay, who’s ready to go to the park?”

“Look, Quartetchi, the airplane is coming!” Siruko made engine noises and tried to feed the baby the mashed sweet potato, but the gray baby stubbornly turned his head away. “C'mon, Quartetchi! Jiraichan ate it just fine! Look, it’s delicious!” Siruko made the show of eating it, gagging slightly at the texture. Quartetchi pounded the table with his chubby fist and cackled at that.

Siruko mock-glared. “Sometimes I think you’re just messing with me on purpose, my cute yankee baby.” Quartetchi just blew him raspberries and laughed at his own spit flying. Jiraichan gurgled.

He heard a knock on the door and sighed. The babies look at him curiously. “This battle isn’t over.”

He opened the door to see a smiling Mintosu. “Oh, hi Minben-san!” Siruko greeted.

“Hey,” the green-haired man greeted back. “Some of your mail was dropped in my mailbox, so I thought I’d give it back. Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Their fingers brushed again, and Siruko felt the electricity. Just then, peals of laughter came from the kitchen, and Siruko smiled fondly despite himself.

“Were those the babies?” Mintosu asked curiously, reflecting Siruko’s smile. “Ah, your wife must be there too.”

“Oh nonono, I don’t have a wife. Just the single dad, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Hmm..” Mintosu nodded, considering. He seemed to perk up at Siruko’s words, though the purplehead doesn’t have any idea why.

Just then, they heard the sound of a door opening and they both looked. “Oh hey, Siruko-san!” Sensei greeted cheerfully, then frowned upon seeing the guy in front of purplehead. “Mintosu-san.”

Mintosu seemed to deflate a little too, glaring slightly. “Sensei.”

Siruko blinked at the sudden hostility and cold atmosphere between the two guys.“What’s up, Sensei?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And you? The kids?”

“My eldest currently hates me because I tried to bathe him, and I’m negotiating with the babies over mashed vegetables, but everything’s fine! Thanks!”

Both meganes chuckled at him, and Siruko blinked. He wasn’t that funny.

“Listen, I gotta go to work, but it was lovely seeing you, Siruko-san.” Sensei smiled at him, then grunted to the other. “See ya pal.”

“Yeah.”

When Sensei left, Siruko asked tentatively. “So… you and Sensei are not… fond of each other?”

Mintosu sighed. “We’ve been really good friends for a long time actually. We just have an… ongoing disagreement.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah…” The green guy pursed his lips in thought. “Both of us… want the same thing. Classic jealousy trope, you can say. It’s hard to explain.”

“Ah,” Siruko nodded, understanding. “I hope you two figure it out!”

Mintosu eyed him thoughtfully. “Me too.”

The next day, there was another knock on his door. Siruko has never gotten this many knocks on his door before.

“Hey, sorry to disturb you. I just… I think I baked too many cookies so I thought I’d share some.” Sensei smiled sheepishly, holding out a bag of cookies which looked really delicious.

Before Siruko could answer, Ichihachi appeared out of nowhere and clutched his legs. The boy must have heard cookies and came as quickly as he could.

“Is this Ichihachi-kun?” Sensei crouched so he could talk to the toddler. “Hey buddy, my name is Limone-sensei, nice to meet you! You want some cookies?” The blue guy handed him the bag gently. Ichihachi looked up to Siruko first for approval, then shyly took the bag. “Fank you tente~”, he tiptoed to peck the cheek of the teacher. Sensei broke out a large smile at that and patted the boy’s head. “Sure buddy!”

When Ichihachi ran back to the living room, Sensei stood up. “He’s so cute, Siruko-san. He must have you wrapped around his finger.”

“Yeah, you have no idea.” Suddenly, a cry rang out within the room, and Siruko panicked. “Matte yo, Sensei!” And he dashed to the nursery.

Jiraichan was crying because he just woke up, and Siruko sighed in relief. Lately, the baby was fussy because he was teething. He quickly tried to snatch Jiraichan up so that Quartetchi won’t wake up, but it was too late. Quartetchi started crying when he saw his brother crying.

“Right, good morning everyone. Hai hai, I’ll go get some milk.”

“Sorry, Ichihachi dragged me in. Are those babies?” Sensei said, making Siruko jump a little. He had honestly forgotten he was talking to Sensei earlier. “Ah, do you need some help? I can carry one of them, I know how to hold and everything.”

“Aaah, jyaa, can you hold Jiraichan for a second? I’ll just go get the bottles.” Siruko handed him the pink baby, who stopped crying when he saw Sensei. Siruko was actually nervous inside, anticipating the reaction of the baby while he got Quartetchi out of the crib and calmed him down.

Sensei bounced the baby twice in his arms, cooing a little. Jiraichan suddenly broke into a toothless smile and babbled happily. “Dada!”

Both Siruko and Sensei lifted their eyebrows in surprise and their eyes widened. “W-was that his first word?” Sensei whispered in awe.

“Y-yeah. I usually call myself ‘Otouchan’ so I don’t know where he got that. Actually, I’m a bit jealous.”

“Wow.” Sensei mouthed. The baby poked Sensei’s cheek to get his attention, and Siruko could see Sensei swooning for the baby. Actually, he also might be swooning for Sensei right now. Oh no.

“This is awesome! Thanks for letting me hold him, Siruko-san. And yes, it’s nice to meet you too Jiraichan.” Sensei kissed the baby’s forehead, and yep, that does butterflies to Siruko’s stomach.

This isn’t good.

A week later, at around 8:30 in the evening, there was another knock to his door. Seriously, was the doorbell not working?

“Hey, I’m really sorry about this. I got locked out of my apartment, and I really need a place to crash. I’ll get my keys tomorrow morning, don’t worry.” Mintosu greeted with his usual ramble and Siruko just chuckled.

“Of course, you’re welcome here!” He opened the door and led him to the sofa. “Sorry if the babies cry or anything.”

“I don’t really mind, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep on my doorstep tonight.”

Just then, Ichihachi, who just finished dinner, came to the living room. “Can I watch Pokemon now Touchan?”

“Oh sure, kitten, come here.”

“Hey lil guy! I’m Minben-san, nice to meet you! You like Pokemon?” Ichihachi nodded, and Mintosu fished something out of his bag.

“Tada! Do you wanna play together?” He held up his Switch, and Siruko snickered. He totally expected that the guy was a gamer. He had that aura.

Ichihachi glanced at Siruko again, and when Siruko nodded, he shyly trodded over Mintosu, climbing up his lap. Minben-san maneuvered him perfectly, then loaded the game. Ichihachi’s eyes widened like two plates and looked so excited.

“Oh no, he might erase your progress Minben-san.”

“No worries, it’s okay.” He chuckled. Siruko decides it’s not weird to like that. “Jyaa, is it ok to get some work done? I’ll leave the two of you there.”

“Sure.” Minben-san said. Ichihachi didn’t even look at him, too engrossed at the game already. The picture they made, his toddler, eyes fixated on the screen, sitting on the lap of his neighbor who was trying to entertain him with funny voices and teaching him how to control the character even though Ichihachi doesn’t understand a thing, is really cute and makes Siruko’s heart swell.

Wow, Siruko was able to actually get a lot of work done, and when he checks the clock, it’s already bedtime for Ichihachi. He arrives at the living room and stands there quietly for a while, observing them. Ichihachi was trying so hard to stay awake, but he was yawning and nodding off. The way he rubs his eyes was so cute, no bias. Minben-san was talking a lot as usual, but his tone was softer and gentler. Siruko really wants to capture a picture of this.

“Okay, time to sleep, kitten. Say good night to Minben-san and we’ll brush your teeth and drink milk.”

“G’nite Minben-san.” Ichihachi said, then pecked the guy’s cheek. Mintosu.exe stopped working and Siruko totally laughed out loud. He could see the exact moment Mintosu’s brain short-circuited.

Mintosu recovered though, and he kissed the boy’s hair as he let him down the sofa. “Good night, baby boy. Sweet dreams.”

“Sorry, I’ll just help him get ready, then I’ll go get your blankets and stuff. If you’re thirsty or anything, just raid the kitchen, I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, I’m fine.”

When he got Ichihachi all settled down and read him the bed night story, Siruko sighed in contentment. The young toddler usually doesn’t like people, and is very shy and withdrawn around them. Seeing him being very affectionate and attached to Sensei and Minben-san makes Siruko’s heart fill with warmth. Anymore of this cuteness and he might need to have his heart checked.

The baby monitor picked up some sounds of hiccuping and whimpering. Siruko hurried towards the nursery and turned on the lights to see Jiraichan having a bunch of Quartetchi’s hair in his fists. How Quartetchi didn’t wail out loud in pain and just whimpered, Siruko-san will never know. Poor baby, his mewls were heart-breaking.

“Hey hey, Jiraichan let go of your brother!!” Siruko scolded, prying the pink baby’s hands open. “You naughty kid, tsk tsk.” He immediately lifted the gray baby up and rubbed his back, trying to stop the poor baby’s sniffles. “Mou Jiraichan, we don’t hit anyone here!” The pink baby just pouted at him.

Siruko suddenly realized that Minben-san was waiting in the living room, and face-palmed himself internally. “Okay guys, since you’re awake, let’s go meet Minben-san. Be nice, okay? And no hair-pulling, Jiraichan.” He warned.

Minben-san was standing in the living room looking at the family pictures, and he almost dropped one when he heard Siruko-san, thank goodness he has quick reflexes and caught it before it shattered to a million pieces. He muttered a quick “gomen” before his eyes widened in delight. “Are these the babies?”

“Yeah. Do you mind holding Quartetchi? He’s crying because the little fairy psychopath pulled his hair.”

“Aww champ, it’s okay. Yosh yosh.” Minben-san took Quartet from his arm, and the gray baby stopped crying immediately and blinked at the new guy. They stared at each other, one with blank surprise, and the other one making silly faces. Siruko tensed, waiting for Quartetchi to cry.

“Papa!” Both men startled and stared at the gray baby in shock.

“T-that’s Quartetchi first word… and Jiraichan said his last week, he called Sensei ‘Dada’. Mouuu, why do my own kids not call their own father ‘Touchan’??” Siruko pouted jealously.

Minben-san blinked his shock out and chuckled, not breaking eye contact with the baby. He swayed him lightly, sitting down on the sofa. “Nice to meet you too, Quartet-san. I’m honored.” He held the baby’s little hand with his finger and shook it.

A few minutes later, as Siruko fed Jiraichan with a bottle on the sofa while Mintosu was playing upsy daisy with a squealing Quartetchi, Siruko couldn’t help himself and asked. “So um… are you and Sensei…?

“Yeah… still in a fight.”

“Oof. Still? That’s why you came here and not there, huh.”

“Yeah. It’s… It’s probably our biggest fight ever, but both of us won’t back down, and the thing we want… it means the world to us both. It’s complicated.”

Siruko’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “What in the world could be so important to fight your friend with for months??”

Mintosu shrugged, and Siruko knew to drop the conversation. Both babies yawned loudly at the same time, melting both Siruko and Mintosu’s heart.

“Do you mind helping me put them back in the crib?”

“Let’s go.”

Later, when Minben-san put them down and kissed both their foreheads and wished them goodnight, does Siruko realize he’s screwed. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, suddenly longing.

Oh no, he’s in trouble.

“I have a question.”

Hakotaro was helping Ichihachi color his book on the floor, while Gzira was letting Jiraichan climb all over him on the sofa. Siruko was on the other couch, handing Quartet the big soft blocks for his tower. It was more of a tetris game at this point than making a tower, but Siruko encouraged the baby and clapped the whole time.

“Is it possible to fall in love with two guys at the same time?”

Hakotaro coughed out loud several times, earning a worried look from his nephew. Gzira opened his mouth in a perfect O.

“Are… are these the two megane hot neighbors?”

“Who?!” Hakotaro asked in his disbelief.

Siruko answered in a tiny voice. “ I… may have accidentally fallen in love with both my neighbors at the same time.”

“What?!”

“It… just happened?” Siruko offered.

“Why?!”

“Are you just gonna ask one-word questions, Hakotaro?”

“Ok ok, let me handle this Hakotaro-san.” Gzira placated. “Umm… I think it’s possible. Polyamory is not unheard of. You should talk it with them, if they agree.”

“What? No!” Siruko drew his eyebrow together. “I’m not gonna confess or anything like that. Are you insane?”

“You’re the one who said you loved them, Niisan!”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna do anything about it! Look at me, who’s going to date a sad loser like me with more issues than kids?”

Hakotaro and Gzira looked at each other in silent understanding. His friend sighed sadly. “Siruko-san, stop that. I told you before, anyone would be lucky to have you!”

“Yes, do tell your insecurities to shut up, Niisan. I don’t really like talking about your dating life, but all I know is that it’s not that hard to love you. You take care of the people important to you really well, and you’re wrong, because many people love you because of who you are.”

Siruko was really touched, but as usual, he covers up his self-depreciation with humor. “Awww Hakotaro, do you wanna marry me instead?”

“Ew. I do love you Niisan, but getting married to you would be the definition of hell.”

“Awww I love you too.”

Hakotaro face-palmed. “Of all the times to focus on the positive, of course you only heard the word ‘love’.”

Gzira-kun laughed and it was really contagious.

After that, Siruko-san tried to avoid his neighbors. He still greeted them, but if he suddenly had something to do or forgot something at home, his neighbors would never know. He avoided too much interaction, just casually talked and smiled. He even used the kids as an excuse sometimes. If Sensei and Minben-san looked confused and hurt, he pretended not to see. All to protect his heart from falling further.

After all, it was for the best.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Click this for Part 2~ Drop by my Twitter too! Have a nice day!!🌻

#bintroll #limonesensei #mintosu #siruko #limosirumin

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jess-the-vampire · 5 years

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I think you are half right, Tom was an important character but it wasn't as important as you make it sound (I think it would be more appropriate to say he was a relevant character but never an important one) and Tom did get his happy ending (obviously is not something that is shown but we see him being ok and happy afterwards) maybe it would have been cool seeing a scene where we see how the characters are doing and we see him having fun, but in all honestly Tom was treated fine. (1/2)

The way I see it, Tom arc ended when he finally grew up from his past self. From the ex boyfriend jerk who just wanted Star back no matter the cost to a person who finally was able to let go of his somewhat fixation on Star and being happy with that decision. After all that how Tom was introduced. He wasn’t introduced as a loner, he wasn’t introduced as a insecure person, he was introduced as a scumbag and at the end we see him being the opposite of that person thus completing his arc (2/2)

yep, had a feeling it was you.

Dude, trying to argue this is a lost cause, you have not given me a single reason to believe otherwise about this matter.

You still keep trying to say it’s because “Tom’s not important”, when that excuse is not relevant.

Even characters who have been outta the loop for seasons, like jackie, got some kind of sendoff and goodbye with the characters they were closest with.

If jackie , alfonso and Ferguson could get some kinda closure, then there’s no excuse for tom not to.

not to mention he was such a big character to the community and crew, there is no excuse whatsoever no matter how you slice it he got that kinda ending.

they may not be great sendoffs, but at least they felt like a sendoff that fit with the characters they were close to.

and again, tom’s happiness exists because the show needs to wrap and they can’t have tom miserable at the end if they wanna pull of this facade that everything’s great at the end.

it’s probably why it feels so fake, tom’s transition into being heartbroken to trying to matchmake his friends feels so unatural for a person because they have no time to make it feel natural.

the show can make him feel however they want, but it doesn’t make it a good reaction or fitting emotion.

again, as i said to you before, by that logic we should all be ok all the magical creatures are dead because STAR is ok with it.

You can’t be trying to wash over the problems because the characters aren’t allowed to act like normal people, because the less they act naturally the more problems pop up.

and again, there’s nothing “Fine” about how tom was treated, at all. It’s genuinely hurtful to make a friend feel loathsome about themselves and inadequate, and cheat on them without so much as an apology directed towards them.

nothing about that is “Fine”

there’s nothing “Fine” about making someone feel awful about themselves and constantly brushing them to the side and ignoring them.

you keep saying it’s fine, but don’t explain why and what about any of this is supposed to be “Fine”, do you really think treating your friends this was is ok to do or is this because since tom smiled that mean nothing star and marco did was wrong somehow?

you yourself can smile away all you want, but doing so does not remove the pain and hurt you felt from others, those actions are not erased just because you pretend they aren’t a problem.

”Tom wasn’t introduced as a loner or as being insecure”:

Hangs out with no one other then star or marco

says himself he’s never been to a marathon and invited out before

is terrible at trying to hang out with marco

shunned by all the demons at the party

is never seen being social with anyone other then star or marco, not even at other social events in the series unless he’s required to

literally has no plans ever that don’t resonate around star or marco, anytime he’s not with them and we get to see he’s usually sitting alone in his room

Really worries about making star happy and goes out of his way to impress her

Is scared star likes marco more then him

is afraid of his own hobbies that he doesn’t even mention his favorite band until he knows marco likes it

worries about how he dresses that he even changes clothes just to apologize to star

Is shown ashamed of his anger and goes through tougher trials to stop it and worries he’ll be an evil demon forever

i don’t think they needed to state it, how everyone reacted to tom and how tom reacted to everyone else kinda made it clear he wasn’t the most social person out there and didn’t always have the best image of himself, not to mention he clearly didn’t have constant friends he hung out with. it certainly fit with his anger issues as well.

whether or not you saw it as part of the beginning of his character or not it was most certainly apart of it as time went on and it certainly didn’t need to be at the beginning to mean he should’ve had an end that was suitable and fitting to counter all this stuff he went through.

you make it sound like there was nothing more to tom then being angry, and that’s not true whatsoever, he had other clear problems he needed to be truly happy and those problems never reached an end.

tom got better, but guess what? He’s more insecure and despite everything with his friends they still push him away like he didn’t matter that much to them.

Tom’s a lot more complex then what you’re trying to make him out to be, all the characters on his level are (Except for pony), and trying to sum up his entire character as being “Anger issues but he gets better” takes away so many other aspects of his character.

You’re missing the point and you keep ignoring it.

Yes, tom got better, but that isn’t enough, an arc for a character and the relationships and struggles along the way need to amount to something, they need to amount to a end that ties them all up together.

tom’s anger improving is one piece of many he needed to have a satisfying character arc, but without all those pieces the end falls apart and will not work.

Your simple “He got better” thing doesn’t work for tom because he’s not a simple character, that kinda thing might work for a character as simple as brittney, but it doesn’t for the character that had other struggles and complex relationships with the main characters.

If you can’t wrap up all those pieces and relationships in a satisfying way then it’s never going to work.

This is how character arcs work, if you’re going to argue about how character arcs are supposed to work i suggest doing some research and looking into what makes an arc feel satisfying because this entire silly argument makes me feel like you don’t get what makes arcs satisfying because you keep saying everyone is wrong for having this problem because you claim all this stuff isn’t important.

These things are important, to a character arc

it’s when they tie up most if not all the loose ends surrounding the character and all their relationships that are important come into play.

And they clearly didn’t with tom, though he’s one example of a few in this show.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svstfoe #tom the demon #tom lucitor

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hzcleski · 5 years

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hello friends! you probs know who i am already but if not hello! i’m sam aaand this is my newish muse! i played hal here for a minute one time but i’ve decided to give him a huuuuge revamp so character info is under the cut! lmk if you wanna plot! messaging me @ellvie is probably easiest!

╰☆╮ DYLAN O'BRIEN ─ HAL ZALESKI identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a FORMER OLYMPIAN/NHL PLAYER, and they’re only TWENTY THREE ! they’re said to be CAPABLE, but also TURBULENT. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE LEGACY in the tabloids.

quick disclaimer that this is a sideblog so i might post to the wrong account sometimes

other disclaimer a lot of my hockey information is from google ok

nathan harold zaleski jr was practically born with a pair of skates on, which makes sense considering his family is hockey royalty. his father is nathan harold zaleski sr, aka a legend and one of the biggest names in sports to this very day. olympic gold medalist several times over, beloved longtime defenseman for the toronto maple leafs, at the very peak of his career and married to a beautiful wealthy socialite when his only child was born.

listen...this is an au where the maple leafs are good or like, had one genuinely good star player in nathan sr. okay thanks for coming to my ted talk!

he’s got dual citizenship because he was born in canada even though he hasn’t lived there since he was ten, but his parents were us citizens, which doesn’t seem important but WAIT FOR IT

nathan jr, who would begin going by the nickname of hal early on in life, probably learned how to skate before he even learned how to walk because of course he did. his father’s intention was always to have another him. i mean for fuck’s sake they have the exact same name. hal’s purpose in life has never been in question, not by him or anyone who’s ever seen him play.

his natural talent for hockey became apparent from a very young age, which didn’t surprise anyone ofc. his father saw it as a sign and began pushing him even harder, hiring the very best trainers and coaches to help perfect his game while nathan sr focused on his own career.

except that he was running out of steam and fast. nothing happened like there was no huge scandal or career ending injury. nathan sr was just...getting old. fans were simply losing interest in him as newer and younger players joined the league and there was nothing he could really do about it except make sure his legacy lived on.

hal was ten years old when everything seemed to finally fall apart. his dad was hanging on to the very last threads of his career, let go from the maple leafs and almost certainly picked up by the new york rangers purely out of pity. meanwhile, hal’s parents finally divorced which he took almost alarmingly well for a ten year old, but it’s not like his parents were ever a shining example of a deep, loving marriage. they spent years settling the divorce, fighting back and forth while suing the shit out of each other across whole fuckin countries. lowkey they almost wound up being more famous for the legal drama than they were for hockey.

hal’s dad finally retired when he was twelve, won sole custody of him when he was fourteen, and pulled enough strings to get him a spot on the canadian hockey team dual citizenship! going to the 2010 vancouver winter olympics when he was just a teenager, making him one of the youngest players to ever compete in the games.

and canada won gold that year so hal was making history again in no time, being one of the youngest players to ever become a gold medalist in the winter olympics. now he didn’t actually see a lot of playing time that year. his skill was undeniable, but no one seemed to think that he was ready for the big time rush. tbh they probably weren’t wrong, but nevertheless his name and his win made an impression on everyone.

up until that point hal was homeschooled bc ofc education came second to hockey, but he always wanted to attend an actual school and he did! after his first olympics his dad finally sent him to the same private school in the city as all the other rich kids and it was...weird! he started in the middle of the year and was instantly an outsider among his classmates. everyone else had known each other all their lives so hal immediately at a disadvantage. it didn’t help that he’d never really...had a single friend before. tbh his peers were probably intimidated by him. he was just a high schooler and already an olympic gold medalist like...ofc no one wanted to be the person to go approach him and say hi.

played for canada again dual citizenship! at the 2014 winter olympics in sochi when he was eighteen and this time HE WAS THE STAR. absolutely at the top of his game. anyone who still thought that he was a joke before the games started shut up real quick when he won his second gold medal.

he got home and was eventually drafted into the nhl, so he sorta ditched school oops. technically he finished but like...barely since he went back to being tutored for the last few months.

several teams wanted him and tried to throw a shit ton of money at him, but hal settled on the new york rangers with a huge multi million dollar deal

he quickly stole hearts on and off the ice. whether fans admired his skill or followed him during the olympics or remembered his father, for one reason or another he was winning people over left and right. unsurprisingly he’d go on to win the 2014-2015 rookie of the year award, presented to him by the president of the nhl and everything.

he did not attend the 2018 winter olympics in pyeongchang as the nhl famously refused to release their players. hal himself was a major part of the uproar. the whole country of canada dual citizenship! practically threw a fucking fit bc the nhl was disqualifying their star player from winning them their third gold medal in a row and hey big surprise...canada didn’t win gold in 2018 :)

hal’s in the middle of his fifth i think? year of pro hockey rn and so far his career has been solid. his dad is really pushing him to sign with a “better team” and he has gotten offers, but he isn’t really interested. he likes playing for new york & he likes living in new york. maybe someday....maybeeee....but for right now he’s happy with where he is.

okay now for some fast facts!

literally always looks like he just got into a fight, probably bc he just did during his last game. is usually sporting some injury like a black eye or split lip or cut cheek. fortunately hasn’t completely given in to the hockey player stereotype by getting all of his fuckin teeth knocked out...yet

notice that i hardly mentioned his mom? that about sums up their relationship tbh. hal was practically raised by nannies and trainers. his mom always had some brunch or gala or public appearance she was far more invested in. literally she didn’t even really...want custody of him when she divorced his dad, but she claimed to just to be petty and give nathan sr an even more difficult time. yeah they kinda hate each other now and since hal has always been closer to his dad, his mom isn’t even really that interested in seeing him lmao. she’ll call like once a month and invites him to brunch if she happens to be in the city, but ngl hal probably hasn’t seen her in like...a couple years at the least. he’s not really broken up about it either.

right so...walking talking endless pit of daddy issues? you bet! just because hal prefers his dad doesn’t mean that they get along or that his dad is a good person. he still has his perfect public image and he isn’t complete garbage but...yeah their relationship is extremely toxic. he’s always been very harsh with hal, pushing him and pushing him to be the best bc nothing he accomplishes is ever good enough.

so what if he's won two olympic gold medals? so what if he was rookie of the year? so what if he’s considered one of the best and most beloved players in the nhl? he can do more, he can be even better. his dad is a constant voice in his head even though he’s always around anyway. he never misses a game or an opportunity to point out hal’s every flaw.

ofc as a result hal’s always been very hard on himself. every single day of his entire life has been spent basing his self worth off what his father thinks of him. it was awful for his self esteem bc no fucking duh.

HOWEVER. it isn’t public knowledge at this time, but as of right now? hal’s relationship with his father is falling apart faster and faster by the moment. they’re a ticking time bomb & it’s literally only a matter of time before they explode yikes!

fortunately hal could sorta sense the direction things were heading and did something about it. he finally moved out when the hockey season started back in october and he’s been feeling better ever since. like he has more control over his life even though his dad is still WAY too involved.

personality: a douchebag who means no harm, mostly because he's never really trying to be a jerk. tends to come across as a typical meathead jock for good reason bc that’s exactly who he is. in conversation he's usually very blunt and a little awkward bc he’s still learning how to socialize with others. hockey is basically his whole life so it’s all he knows how to talk about, which can either be endearing or annoying. a genius hockey player, but a ditz in every other area. very short - tempered and impulsive. always means well and wants the best for those he cares about, but might go about expressing those feelings in a weird way bc he was never taught how to properly deal with his emotions.

CONNECTIONS

family

step sibling he grew up with - sabrina miller

paternal cousins - warren daily and wren daily

cousin by marriage - rosalind cox

maternal cousin - open. his mom is polish for reference!

romantic

girlfriend - genesis iver

ex fiancée - ginny baker

ex on good terms - margo massey

ex who cheated on him - isla thompson

former fwb - amethyst armenta, open to more.

former toxic on / off relationship - reese monroe

exes, open to more.

hal has a ton of other exes and i don’t feel like listing them tbh all so i’m just gonna assume that y’all know who you are ok

platonic

best friend 5ever - marialena goldstein

confidant - open.

family friends - sullivan ramsey, open to more.

childhood friends - open to more.

close friends - open to more.

friends - mia kauri, chance kauri, theo cannon, angel almeida, open to more.

bickering friends - open to more.

workout buddy - open.

negative

on bad terms - kennedy drakos, jay weston, open to more.

these are just a few plot ideas! i’m most definitely open to other stuff so if you have any ideas please free to share! i think that’s enough from me soooo yeah! mssg me if you wanna plot & as always i’m super excited to write with everyone!

#excessintro #toxic people tw #i'm not sure if that's tag buuuut yeah!#hope you enjoy feel free to message for plots!

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Seasons of Love // Noah Centineo

Summary: Summer is officially coming to an end and with that comes another ending just needed for a new journey to begin. Change comes with both bittersweet sadness and happiness. Doesn’t help your daydreaming of brown eyes all the time either and confused on who they belong to.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Reader, Noah Centineo x Reader, Grayson Dolan, Bryant Eslava, and Emma Chamberlain (mentioned)

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Disclaimer: Obviously I don’t know the Dolan Twins or Noah but I can own plots in stories I make for them. Do not post our work on other sites without our explicit consent.

Warnings: Possible swearing, Emma Chamberlain is mentioned, angst, and fluff.

A/N: I think this was kind of my way of breaking away from being a diehard Dolan Twins fan to simply being a fan. While I’m obsessed over Noah’s movies and shows and I honestly don’t know why I am. Enjoy and request for more!

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It was odd how you can go from being someone's number one fan to slowly becoming acquaintances barely sharing a relationship that was slowly growing cold. The relationship with Ethan was almost identical to the four seasons. There were the days your skin was kissed by the warmth of summer and slowly the days were becoming more and more like the colder season, not winter yet heading in that direction. He was the first boy you had been serious with ever, together for over two beautiful years from the moment you met him at his and Grayson's sixteenth birthday.

It was no one's fault honestly that you had grown apart, but it did suck because you were close to his family and he was to yours. You were hanging on to the remnants of a relationship that was stability and familiarity but how long can you pretend to be in love? When you were falling in love with the brown eyes from the farmers market that sold the best organic smoothies each second Friday of the months? With the boy with a gorgeous smile only adjacent with a faded scar that was years old.

When Ethan brought you to Bryant's birthday party weeks ago, you had bumped into the same guy. He was steadily growing more popular in the film industry with a large following, and he had such as personality you couldn't help but fall for him somewhat. Those little talks at the farmers market from June had steadily grown more important to you with book recommendations and words of wisdom.

Noah was merely a guy who knew exactly what he wanted in life and had a past that helped create the guy he was. He had similar traits to Ethan, but that wasn't what drew you to him. He knew you were in a relationship and didn't cross over the line other than meaningless flirting. He could see how you and Ethan weren't the same as you had been on your social media once he found it back in June.

"Hey!" You grinned at the ridiculously tall man. He gave you a smile that melted your heart while also making you feel guilty.

"Hey." He spoke eyes flitting behind you to the group of guys talking. No doubt about upcoming shoots being planned, "How are you doing?"

"Amazing. I've started my last chapter for my manuscript."

"I meant with the rumours."

The rumours had been long ago shadowed by the rumours of Ethan and Emma from the 'meaningful looks' to the jetski photo. It annoyed you with the comments surrounding it, but you knew that Ethan wouldn't cheat just like he knew you wouldn't. He, however, was watching you interact with Noah and had seen the photos by paparazzi looking for Noah. It saddens him your guys' relationship wasn't what it used to be, and he knew it was time to let you go.

"I feel like it's starting to dwindle down now that Emma was spotted with someone else. I think it was her way of putting some of the talks to sleep without vocally addressing it." You spoke with a small shrug barely meeting Noah's breathtaking eyes.

"Hey man," Noah spoke as a familiar body settled beside you just close enough to show you were together. Noah was flooded with jealously but also the acknowledgement of you being taken, "I'm going to go talk to Bryant. See you guys later."

Ethan and you both watched him join the conversation with Bryant and Gray, "He's a good guy. I'm happy you found him."

"What do you mean E?" You asked confused.

"I can't think of anyone else that would fit beside you. I want you to be happy."

"I am." You sputtered.

"When we got together I was completely in love with you. Over the last few months, we aren't the same." Ethan sighed shoving his hands in his pockets whereas you rested them on the railing of the balcony.

"What happened E? How did we go from being kids in love to this?" You questioned staring out into the fading sunset.

"We grew up. We grew together, and we went separate ways." Ethan replied with a quiet sigh of sadness, "I didn't want to break up because what if it's just a-"

"Season of our love." You interrupted with the smallest tear racing down your cheek.

"But it wasn't."

"It's the end of times for us huh?"

"Not necessarily." Ethan shrugged, "We can be friends. We've been friends almost longer than we've dated. I guess it was a good thing we decided against living together."

"Gray would have hated that." You snorted.

"I'm going to miss your cold ass feet at night." Ethan bumped his hip into yours while you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"This is the most undramatic Ethan I've ever known." You teased as he rolled his eyes at your comment, "I mean wow you're such as an old adult."

"Oh shut up." Ethan laughed loudly, "I guess we just broke up."

"So anti-climatic. Should we stage a fight?"

"Nah. I think you should go talk to him."

"Isn't that awkward though? We just broke up E." You mumbled leaning your head onto your resting arms.

"We emotionally ended things long ago. We just couldn't speak it into existence." Ethan sighed once more as he straightened up, "I'm not joking. You guys are perfect, you have more love and spark then we ever had. I think we were just meant to be fleeting lover-"

"Fleeting? We were together for two years Ethan, that's not fleeting." You piped up unapologetically.

"Way to ruin my mature moment of wisdom."

"My apologies. Please continue." You grinned despite the tinge of sadness coating the atmosphere around each other.

"As I was saying: We were placed in each other's lives to be fleeting lovers to teach each other what a real relationship should be. We taught each other how to balance time together with jobs and projects."

"We had to teach each other how to be adults. What real love is compared to angst-ridden teenage flings."

"I'll always love you."

"Same here E." You breathlessly spoke as it settled in, "Now Emma doesn't have to avoid me."

"There's nothing there."

"That was true when you were in a relationship. We're single Ethan." You ended with a retaliated hip check.

"Gonna miss you," Ethan spoke wrapping his arms around you. It was as if you two had just broken out of your cacoons turning into butterflies. You leaned up to press a lingering kiss on his cheek bathed in a language of goodbye.

With that, you stepped back from the boy that had once held your heart, genuinely until you unknowingly traded each other's hearts back. Only to give them away without realising to other people.

"I'm gonna go." You spoke walking backwards until you were met with the warmth of inside. Ethan stayed silent with a small smile watching as the sun finally set.

You scanned the room speckled with people speaking to each other along with Grayson watching you concerned as you walked away from Ethan. It often made you marvel at how connected they were in emotional. Gray knew what happened even if he didn't know if it was mutual or riddled with pain. Noah watched as you came over to him and Bryant.

"Happy Birthday Bryant." You spoke hugging him close, "I'm gonna head out."

"Is everything okay?" He questioned.

"It's perfect." You smiled staring at Noah. Breaking the gaze you collected your things to leave the place. You were taking in the fresh air outside only tinged with the slight smell summer. A new summer as he walked out behind you.

"Ethan told me to find you. Are you okay? What happened?" Noah asked.

"We broke up." You merely spoke slipping into your jacket while Noah remained silent.

"I'm so sorry. Was it because of us?" Noah questioned concerned. No matter how much he liked you, he couldn't live his life knowing he had broken a couple up.

"No. We've been done for months. We just couldn't end it. You know?" You spoke placing your hand beside his own hand. Pinkies brushing you couldn't help yourself from speaking more, "We fell out of love silently and poetically, and we love other people."

"Oh." Noah hid his grin even if you could feel the happiness radiating off him, "Who's this guy?"

Your hands intertwined, "It all started when I thought I felt winter coming. It all started in a Farmer's Market on a warm summer day."

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Berlin, I love You || Gilmell

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Karen: Karen was shocked to say the least when she found out that Stephen was in Berlin and was wanting to stay with her too, she had no idea he would be in the area he had told her that he was going back to the States so for him to just show up in Berlin it was a treat for her. She smiled brightly at every text from him, the problem with staying away from her friends for so long was the struggle of missing them so much. Sure, she would make new friends but this was always a struggle. She knew that she didn't have very many friends growing up so to be a 'grown up' and having all these friends now it was a weird feeling but she loved it. Cleaning up her flat the empty boxes of food were spilling over the trash she decided to empty it and take the rest of it downstairs. Heading back up she showered quickly and tied her hair back in a messy bun, she opted for black leggings and an oversized long sleeve shirt when she was getting dressed. Hearing the door she headed over to let him in, she smiled seeing him "Steve!!" she said throwing her arms around him.

Stephen: Stephen had been needing an excuse to visit Berlin and he kept putting it off, always finding some reason not to go. But now, he figured he was close, and rather than return to his lonely apartment in LA, he would spend the weekend with his friend Karen. They had only just met but she was fun and sweet and the older male loved teasing her. The fact that she was beautiful wasn't lost on him either. After paying the cab driver and heading up to the apartment, he hesitated momentarily before knocking, wondering why exactly he'd decided now to visit. He would have time to think about that later as he raised his hand to knock softly. He was met with fiery red hair and a killer smile, causing him to smile himself. "Hey you." He said, rubbing her back. "How are you?"

Karen: She grinned and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder as he hugged her. The fact this man smelled amazing after a flight was impressive. She could feel him rubbing her back and it was relaxing. "I'm grand and yourself?"

Stephen laughed and shook his head. "And where does grand fit on the feel good scale? Above or below great?" He teased, finally breaking the hug. "You gonna invite me in or am I sleeping out here?" He laughed, shaking his head as he stepped inside the room. "Oh nice. Someone is stepping up in the world. This place is bigger than my apartment."

Karen: "Grand is good like higher than good"She smiled at his remark about the size of her place "It's not too shabby you know?" She said heading towards the kitchen " can I get you something to drink?"

Stephen "That's grand to know." He teased, giving her a wink before stepping into her apartment. He looked around and took in all the sights before making his way to the kitchen. He didn't want to presume that he had free reign around the place but given how accommodating the redhead was being, he immediately felt welcome. "I'll take whatever you have. A beer, soda, water. I'm not picky." He said, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair.

Karen: She laughed and shook her head sending a wink his way "touche" she said walking into the kitchen and opening her fridge "bold of you to assume that a lady such as myself would drink beer" she said teasing him before opening the fridge and saying "I have tons of things to drink"

Stephen The banter and teasing between them felt easy and Stephen could see himself spending more time with her as their friendship grew. She was so funny and could definitely keep him on his toes, which is something he liked. "Are you kidding? Most women I know drink wine and those fruity drinks. I'm more impressed if you do drink beer." Grinning, he leaned over the counter and looked inside, pointing to the beer sitting on the shelf. "I'll take one of those, please and thank you."

Karen: She felt a true connection between the pair of them she smiled and blushed just a bit he was gorgeous and she was weird she got him the drink and opened it herself without a bottle opener "I was once a bartender in my wee years"

Stephen just stared when she opened the bottle with her bare hands. It wasn't a hard feat to accomplish but he was still impressed by the actress. He loved finding out new things about people that no one else got to know. "Well aren't you just a conundrum? I think I'm going to have fun getting to know you better. Should we start with a round of 20 questions?" He teased, taking a drink of the beer.

Karen: She rested her head on her chin and looked over at him "I'm down but let's go to the couch don't need you laughing so hard you land on your arse off that stool" she said walking back into the room and patting his shoulder "no need to frighten the people who live below me"

Stephen "Are you calling me fat, Karen? That's hurtful. Do I need to show you my abs again?" He smirked, grabbing the beer and following her to the couch. He sat down opposite her, shifting his weight so he was facing her, resting his elbows on the back of it. "Before we start, I should thank you for letting me stay here. It saves me a lot of trouble." He said, offering her a genuine smile. "Okay, you go. Ask me anything. One night only, no question is too much or too personal." He might regret it later but for now, he didn't care.

Karen: "no you are all muscles" she said "the fat one here is me and that nap I took before you came" she said sitting on the couch looking at him her wide eyes narrowing in on him "hmm might regret that "

Stephen "If you're fishing for compliments, then you used the right bait because you are anything but fat. I mean, come on. I watched Jumanji. You shut up with that negativity right now." He said, wiggling his finger at her. "Now, there is obviously some things I won't answer but I doubt we'll get to that level of questioning. I'm just saying that if we start listing off things we don't want to talk about, that list will get quite long and we won't talk at all. If you do happen to hit on one I don't want to answer, I'll say so and move on." He clarified, shrugging his shoulders. "Some things should stay personal. But other than that, we should be good to go." Stephen was usually an open book but even he had limits.

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Karen: She smiled and felt like an idiot at her comment "I was joking" she said before taking a simple sip of her drink and looking at him "sounds fair, mind you it's getting me to shut up rather than be quiet when it comes to personal things. Unless you're an interviewer then I'm like nope."

Stephen took a drink of his beer before setting it down on the table, folding a leg underneath him as he tried to think of a question to get them started off. "Interviewers and paparazzi are the worst. They have no sense of boundaries and only care about scandals most of the time." He explained, shaking his head. "With that being said, what's the worst question you've ever been asked during an interview?"

Karen: She laughed and said "Oh Lord there's been so many any sexist questions. How do you get your abs looking so good? "

Stephen laughed and shook his head. "Out of all of the questions, that's the first one you go with?" He teased, shaking his head again before speaking. "A lot of trips to the gym and exercising. It takes a lot of work to look like this."

Karen: She nodded her head and said "yes! I had to go with the worst question first" she said "I mean it's better in person"

Stephen He smirked, chuckling softly. "Why do they keep offering roles where your accent is hidden? Are they scared of the Scottish language?"

Karen: "I think so, I think they just want to make me more appealing to the general masses" she said "feck it right? "

Stephen "Well I love it so you know, stand up to then and start using your influence to make it happen. They made an animated movie with an actual Scottish princess, surely they can give you one role." He smirked, taking another sip of his beer. "Next question."

Karen: She smiled softly looking at him "Well thank you so much! I know I wanna be Merida but they won't do a live action of her. Hmm dream role you have? "

Stephen "You never know. If they keep on the path they are now, pretty soon every animated Disney movie will be live action so perhaps you'll get your chance." He said, resting his head in his hand. "I've been playing a hero for the past eight years and I'd really love to try my hand at a villain. It doesn't matter who but yeah, I think it would be fun."

Karen: "Nebula is so much fun to play with after being Amy for as long as I was being naughty is fun. But she's a hero now so not sure about that anymore. You'd be a delicious baddie. "

Stephen "You can still make her naughty as a good guy. I mean you did it pretty well in Guardians 2 and End Game. It's all about the delivery. She was still a badass, even if she is a good guy now." The Canadian complimented, rolling his eyes at her compliment. "Are you hungry? Because I'm not sure being a delicious baddie is what I want." He teased, a small laugh escaping him.

Karen: She laughed at his comments "no! Not hungry, " she said, shaking her head "I can have her go a bit wild"

Stephen "You definitely should. It'll make the next installment that much more enjoyable." He teased, crinkling his nose. "Who is your dream costar? And you can't tell me because that's cheating." He smirked, taking a swig of his beer.

Karen: "Damn it I wanted to say you! " She said pouting in his direction adorably so, "hmm I wanna work with Steve Martin"

Stephen "Us working together is no longer a pipe dream. With your writing skills and my friendship with you, you can write us something fun to star in." Her answer caused him to nod, a smile playing on his lips. "Same. I would love to work with him as well. As well as Tom Hanks and Morgan Freeman. It would literally be a dream come true."

Karen: "you're right, I think it would have to be a rom com of sorts " she said booping his nose " I worked with Tom he's great to work with!"

Stephen laughed and rolled his eyes. "A rom com? Really? How about an action movie with romantic undertones? I don't know if I'm made for romcoms." He teased, swatting her hand away playfully. "I'm insanely jealous of you right now. I mean it's just not fair." He smirked, shaking his head. "Your turn Kar."

Karen: She smiled and said " Yes you and your smile definitely can be a rom com " she said "top five actresses you wanna kiss"

Stephen "Perhaps one day. I'm not sure if it'll happen given that I'm reaching 40 but if you write it, I might star in it." He thought hard about the question, tapping his fingers on the back of the couch. "Halle Berry, Ann Hathaway, Charlize Theron, Gal Gadot, and... well I could say you but I feel like I could kiss you right now with your permission and I'm basing this on females I'll never get to kiss so my last one is going to be Jennifer Lawrence."

Karen: She looked at him "I can definitely see it" she said nodding her head slightly tipsy when he said he wanted to kiss her right now. "Is that your question to kiss me?"

Stephen wasn't drunk, he wasn't even tipsy yet but the appeal of the redhead across from him made him wish he was. It would have been easy for him to close the gap and just kiss her while his inhibitions were down but given that he was sober and would most likely ruin their friendship was giving him pause. "It was going to be one of them eventually. Perhaps later after dinner and when we were slightly more inebriated. Not that I don't want to kiss you sober but I'm just not sure it's what either of us really... needs right now." He wasn't making any sense, perhaps it was the hunger or how tired he was but as he made eye contact with her, he bit his lip. "I just don't want to regret anything tomorrow, you know?"

Karen: She looked at him and felt the weight of the question she could read his mind. He didn't want to kiss her just yet, but she wasn't going to let that hinder the fun they were having. She felt her own stomach growl "Perhaps food, food would be better .."

Stephen hoped that he hadn't hurt her feelings by his words. It wasn't like he didn't want to kiss her but he wanted to make sure it was something they both wanted and that the timing was right. Even if it wasn't tonight. "Yes food. I haven't eaten since that layover in New York. Lead the way beautiful." He said, offering her a warm smile.

Karen: She took his hand "Damn well we ought to get you fed then shouldn't we?" She said heading to the kitchen " take out tonight then I'll do my tourist gig for you deal? "

Stephen "Yes. Food is good. I'm starving." He teased, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "Order whatever you want for the two of us. I'm not picky." He said, standing up from his place on the couch. "I'm going to go get us some ice. Be right back."

Karen: "Ok, hope you like haggis" she said back to him she settled on a good restaurant she became fond of recently. Berlin while it had its own charm didn't fail when it came to food, the cuisine here was slowly becoming her favorite. Smiling she dialed the restaurant and ordered in broken German.

Stephen "I've never had it but uh, it sounds... interesting." He smirked before heading into the guest room. He quickly changed out of his travel clothes and put on something more comfortable and clean before heading back out to where Karen was. "Now I can get some ice. I had to get out of those clothes." He headed out the door and to the ice machine a few feet down, filling the bucket before heading back. "All set. Now we're just waiting on the food. Shall we continue with the questions?"

Karen: She chuckled when he came back in with the ice "Thanks for the ice, ice, baby" she said laughing before nodding her head "yes more questions your turn I believe?"

Stephen "Wow. You are such a nerd." He teased, shaking his head before grabbing the bottle of wine from the fridge. He brought the bucket and placed the bottle inside. "Hmm, do you believe in the supernatural?" The Canadian asked, looking over at her.

Karen: "I believe in some supernatural things, it's complicated I did interact with a ghost before and Matt can vouch for me."

Stephen "Okay I need to hear this story because I'm fascinated by ghost stories." He admitted, his face lighting up like an excited child. "I mean, if you don't mind sharing. I promise I won't say anything."

Karen: "Okay so we were living in the same flat building and he was dropping me off one night after set and we saw blood on my door and heard a noise that sounded like a ghoul and we both ran and slept at his flat that night."

Stephen "Oh wow, that's crazy. But it also makes me want to watch a scary movie." He laughed, his nose crinkling as he reached for his beer. "Did you know the place was haunted or was this a surprise?"

Karen: "I love scary movies! What is your favorite thing about them?" she said elated before shaking her head "it was in Cardiff where we were filming Who so I had no idea."

Stephen "Really? Okay so that solves what movie we're watching tonight." He said matter of factly as he reached for the remote. "I love the suspense. If you can keep me on the edge of my seat while also sending chills up my spine, you've done a good job." He answered, nodding his head. "Here's my question. Do you know the difference between a scary movie and a horror film?" He asked, nodding his head. "I would have researched after this happened to find out myself. I love that stuff."

Karen: "I was in a horror film my character is crazy." she said winking at him "not so far from reality." she thought on the question "hmm good question and I'm blanking at the moment about the right answer"

Stephen "I remember that very well. It was very spooky. And that ending was insane." He stated, hearing a knock on the door. "That would be the food. Be right back." He got up and walked to the door, paying the courier and bringing the food back to the living room. "This smells amazing by the way." Grinning, he looked over at her and smiled. "It's simple really. Horror movies are typically monsters/psychopaths with a lot of blood. Scary movies are supernatural in nature. At least, that's my definition."

Karen: "So you have been keeping tabs on me before meeting me huh?" she said laughing as he went to the door and smiled at the gesture it was odd for her to have someone to get the door when the food arrived anywhere, she was used to getting it. So it was a change of pace. When she was with Christ Pratt they were always or sometimes on set and so the food would be provided there, but when it was after shoots and they were at each other home it was different. "Well hey, I mean it's not haggis I was just teasing you." she said nodding her head "I liked your definition."

Stephen "Not really. I mean, when you work with Arthur, and he speaks nothing but good things, well, it kind of makes me want to watch the things that person is in. It was terrifying but you looked amazing and did a great job." He said, bringing the food back over to the table. "I was teasing too. At this point, I'll eat anything." Stephen grinned, looking over at her. "Should we make a toast first?" He said, holding up his bottle of beer.

Karen: "He's the biggest softie I know! Minus RDJ." She said smiling at Steve the way he complimented her was so sweet she was never one to take a compliment well but with Steve, it was different. "Toast to what exactly?"

Stephen "And an amazing cuddler." He teased, before scratching his head. "Hmm, to our health, our future, and great friends." He stated, clinking his bottle against her wine glass. "Shall we eat?" He asked, grabbing a container from the bag and opening it.

Karen: "You have cuddled Thomas?" She said wide eyed "That's a cute mental image" she said smiling as he took out the container " it's Chinese I hope you don't mind?"

Stephen "I'm sure he'd deny it but yes. We snuggled once." He teased, grabbing his fork as he quickly took a bite. Dinner went by fast, very few words were spoken in the twenty minutes that it took. But now, it was over and Stephen was browsing through Netflix for a scary movie they had agreed on. Hitting play, he leaned up, lifting up his arm so that she could cuddle into him. She smelled good, her shampoo hitting his nose but he needed to focus on the movie and not the woman currently fitting perfectly into his side.

Karen: The way his heartbeat echoed in her chest made her feel all giddy "Oh my goodness I am so ready for this film, what about you?" She said looking up at him perks of cuddles she wasn't always the tall one.

Stephen looked down at her and laughed, nodding his head. "Let's do it. Don't laugh too hard if I scream though okay?" He teased, tearing his eyes away from her and to the screen. He didn't know why he was all of sudden nervous but he wasn't going to let that spoil his evening with her.

Karen: She got up to turn the lights off "some mood lighting for the spooky scenes" she said dashing over to him pulling up a blanket over the two of them "all good I scream during films too!"

Stephen laughed and nodded, holding her close once she was back in his arms. He knew he liked her company already but the fact that his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing meant that it went deeper than that. He had tried so hard not to get involved but it seemed that fate had other plans. Who wouldn't want to date her? She was amazing. He was the problem. He just had to restrain himself and get through the movie. "Well we can protect each other."

Karen: She liked how it feels to be held by him, she could have fallen asleep she was so comfortable with him. He was a great guy, awesome father and just amazing she was wondering why he would like spending so much time with her. No matter how baffling it was to her she wasn't going to complain. Taking his hand she said "deal"

Stephen offered her a warm smile, his fingers wrapping tighter around her arm, chin resting on the top of her head. "What should we do tomorrow? Or after the movie is over? The night is still young and I'm not ready for sleep yet."

Karen: She smiled at the way his chin rested on her head it was a comforting thing. She glanced at him "well there's a chocolate candy store on the outskirts of town and a great cafe plus some sightseeing, so anything else can be done tonight. What do you want to do the most? "

Stephen "Well I'm here for tonight and tomorrow. And could be persuaded to stay longer if you're your guiding is as good as you claim." He teased, fingers rubbing up and down her arms. "How about we just explore? No destination, no time limit. Just us in the middle of Berlin with a map and our imaginations."

Karen: She sighed at the feeling of his fingers trailing lazily on her arms, she tapped her nose for a moment pretending to think "well, I mean I'm always up for adventure!"

Stephen "Good. Then that's what we'll do." He watched a bit more of the film, his eyes trailing down go focus on the redhead every so often. He wondered if he should make a move, it was clear there was tension so as he looked down at her, she met his gaze. "Was that your invitation for me to make a move? Cause it was received." He smiled, leaning his head down to press his lips to her softly.

Karen: "Well two beats ago it was" she said smirking as she felt his lips on hers she closed her eyes and smiled as he kissed her softly. She sighed against his lips as she curved into his touch.

Stephen never liked to make assumptions where women were concerned and sometimes he read too much into signs and other times he did not read enough. But as he continued to kiss the redhead, he thought about all the signs she'd given him in the past and it made him chuckle against her lips. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes and smirked. "I guess I'm not as good at reading you as I thought." He teased, grabbing her arm to pull her into his lap, lips meeting hers again. He sat up straighter, arms resting on her back as he deepened the kiss, finally giving in to what he'd wanted since arriving.

Karen: She hadn't been kissed like this in a long while she wasn't used to it but did it feel like home, the way he held her was possessive but gentle and how he kissed her his lips were softer, warmer and sweeter than she had thought they would have tasted. She chuckled looking deep into his eyes at his remark and said "well you'll have plenty of time to understand the pages in my books that you'll be fluent in reading what I'm showing you" she said straddling him feeling his arms around her back. She closed her eyes tighter and breathed in his cologne "Stephen how long did you want to kiss me for?"

Stephen moaned softly into the kiss, his body reacting in ways it hadn't since his divorce. He had hooked up before but there was no intimacy, it was just meaningless sex and if he was being honest with himself, he was tired of it. He wasn't ready to commit either but he wanted it to mean something more. Maybe with Karen, if it led to that, could be the start of something new for him. Her question caught him off guard and he paused, teeth nipping at her neck as he growled at her. "Since I walked in the door." He confessed, kissing along her jawline as his fingers tangled in her hair.

Karen: She felt her breath catch in her throat as his lips and teeth explored her neck she groaned softly at his touch "Glad we have that in common" she said arching her back into his chest as he intertwined her locks in his fingers "I've been wanting to kiss you"

=Stephen "Then let's stop talking and give in to what we want." He whispered, lips hovering over her ear before he pressed his lips to the lobe, kissing back down with more vigor. He knew she would have to return to work so he shouldn't leave a mark on her but he wanted everyone to know so he found a spot that had gotten a response from her before and sucked hard, teeth pulling the skin into his mouth as he worked a hickey into the soft flesh. His hands left her hair to trail down her body, fingers tickling her as it ghosted over the pale skin.

Karen: She felt the need and the wanting for him growing in the pit of her stomach she felt herself growing further away from logic and more towards how much she wanted to wake up beside Stephen in the morning.

Stephen had thrown away all logic and reasoning the minute his lips met hers and he wasnt looking back. He had been wanting Karen for a while, their budding friendship had somehow turned into a lustful need to be with her. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, his hands worked their way inside the top she was wearing, his calloused but nimble fingers making easy work of her bra straps. Expertly lifting the shirt up and over her head, he tossed it to the side before pulling her flush against him, tongue running along the roof of her mouth as his hips worked into a rhythm against her covered core.

Karen: She groaned as he started to take off her clothes "Stephen" she said along his lips "my bedroom" she said nearly whimpering, she loved talking to him, hugging and just everything that she did with him. But the way that her chest felt against him was too much "too much clothes" she said lifting his shirt off of his head and kissing the center of his chest.

Stephen laughed, standing up off the couch, his many years of gym workouts allowed him to carry the woman to the bedroom with ease. Once they were there, he lifted his arms, eyes never leaving hers as she lifted his shirt off, his hands immediately wrapping around her again. Carrying her further into the room, he dropped her gently on the bed, his body covering hers as he met her lips again. "You're beautiful." He whispered, fingers floating along her sides before he kneaded her breasts in his hands. Teeth nipped at her neck, lips and tongue trailing kisses down her now naked torso. Her perfume enveloped his senses and he made quick work of her pants, pushing them down and away from her.

Karen: She looked up as he bridged over her "I could say the same to you" she said kissing him back after he called her beautiful "we don't have to rush...I know our urges are tell us that we must but I wanna take this slow with you, is that ok?" she said kissing his knuckles.

Stephen smiled down at her, tucking some hair out of her face before nodding as he crawled off of her and instead lay next to her, shifting onto his side and pulling her to him. "We can go as slow as you want babe." He whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'm here for as long as you want me."

Karen: The way he was able to go from primal want to sweet and gentle was a good thing to Karen there were days in the past that men just kind of used her and forgot about her so to see that he was able to turn that portion of himself off was a plus to her. "I wanna have you around a long while.." she said kissing his neck "I have grown fond of you"

Stephen "Well that's good because I dont plan on going anywhere." He teased, kissing her forehead. "You have? Hmm, what should we do about that?" Stephen asked, tapping her nose. "I have a few ideas." He added, leaning in to kiss her again.

Karen: She watched as he leaned in to kiss her forehead he was so affectionate and it was astonishing to Karen. "Hmm what indeed" she said kissing him back.

Stephen "We can make out until our mouths are sore. I can give you a massage. Or we can finish our movie. Whatever you want babe." He said, hand resting on her hip as their lips met again.

Karen: "Oh! I like the first two options" she said kissing him deeper raking her nails down his back

Stephen "Which one do you like better because itll be hard for me to do them both at the same time." He asked, his nose crinkling as he dug his fingers into her hip.

Karen: "My lips are magnetized to yours right now" she said kissing his nose "hmm but those hands of yours"

Stephen: "Well then, allow me to wow you babe." He said, leaning up and motioning for Karen to roll onto her stomach. His hands went to her shoulders, thumbs kneading the soft flesh in circles before he worked his way down her back.

Karen: She groaned at how he was good at nearly everything "do you feel those knots?"

Stephen "You're very tense. Relax and if I'm hurting you, just let me know and I'll stop." The Canadian said before kneading a bit harder on her problem areas.

Karen: "I'm alright the training and filming has my back a mess" she said reaching back to caress his thigh

Stephen "They dont have an on set masseuse to help you with sore or pulled muscles?" He asked, fingers going down to her lower back, fingers digging in harder. "I would have thought you did given the strenuous stunts you've been doing."

Karen: "They do but they aren't as good as you" she said smiling softly

Stephen "Oh well hopefully I can work out the kinks in time for your return to set. I'm only here for the weekend so use me as you will." He smirked, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "Are you feeling any better? Any place you want me to get that you can't reach?"

Karen: "hmm come to think of it I don't think so but, I'll let you know for sure" she said turning back over to look up at him " I don't want you to leave when the weekend is over" she said cupping his cheek

Stephen stopped what he was doing, coming around to lay down so that he was facing her, a small smile crossing his face. "Convince me to stay." He whispered, his eyes boring into hers. He didn't have to be back in Vancouver for a couple of weeks and the only thing waiting on him in LA was an empty house so staying with Karen would be ideal but he didn't want to overstep his bounds either.

Karen: She wondered how she could get him to stay a few more days she curled into his body and kissed him passionately and slowly letting her tongue explore every inch of his mouth. Running her hands down his chest tantalizingly slow she traced each muscle until she got to his hips.

Stephen returned her kiss with fervor, the hunger inside of him was threatening to come out if she continued her minstrations much longer. He wasn't complaining by any means but they had said to take it slow but the way she was acting made him want to have her now. He moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in her hair as his other hand trailed along her spine, his mind a mixed bag of emotions and lustful thoughts.

Karen: She groaned back as his hand slipped down her bare back , she hooked her leg around him and pressed herself closer to him her long legs revealed and her knickers the last item on her body. She knew this position fairly well and the fact that he was willing to wait was enough for her not to want to. "These" she said patting his jeans "they have to go"

Stephen let the woman take control, it was her decision to wait and from where he was laying, she had decided it might be time. Chuckling at her words, he pressed his lips to hers as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his hips and kicking them off his legs. He moaned, there was just a thin layer of fabric separating from what he desperately craved. "Fuck Ren, you're so sexy right now." He confessed, watching her take control. It wouldn't last but for now, it was enough to cause his cock to twitch and harden.

Karen: She smirked at how he was reacting to her body she kissed him softly "You like that then?" she asked before kissing his neck

Stephen "I do. But in my defense, its been so long and you're smoking hot so can you blame me?" He teased, turning his head to the left so she could get better access. He trailed a finger along the hem of her panties, tickling the skin.

Karen: "It's been a long time since I have been with someone too, nearly a year." she said before she stopped talking at how he was tickling her skin "Stephen.." she said breathlessly

Stephen "What an interesting pair we make huh?" He teased, noticing the effect his current actions were having on her. The whispered mutter of his name caused a shiver to crawl up his spine as he looked up at her. "Yes?" He asked, continuing what he was doing, each pass pushed the fabric a little further down her hips.

Karen: "Right? Also how would our production companies feel about the DC and Marvel mash up?" she said trying to distance her thoughts from how he was removing her knickers "Mhm.."

Stephen laughed and crinkled his nose. "It would be amazing and long overdue. Not to mention epic as fuck." The older male stated, finally pushing them down and away from her body. He let his eyes roam her body, licking his lips as he wiggled a finger at her. "Come here." He whispered, pulling her down so he could kiss her again.

Karen: She loved how his nose crinkled "Language there" she said shaking her head and teasing him, once her knickers were gone she looked at him hoping he wasn't judging her or anything she looked at the way his tongue flicked across his lips and how he whispered to her. Feeling his lips against hers again sent a shiver up her spine.

Stephen "Oh you don't like when I say fuck? Well what are you going to do about it?" He teased, licking her lip playfully. Once she was completely naked and he had gotten a good look at her pale, but flawless, skin, he loved everything he saw. She was radiant and he loved that she was letting him see this side of her. Sliding his tongue inside her mouth, he scooted her body up his torso so he could quickly and effectively slide his boxers off, tossing them off the side of the bed.

Karen: "I was teasing and you know I could just slip my clothes back on" she said feeling the waistband of his boxers gone and it was flesh to flesh. "Did you think that we would end up here tonight?"

Stephen "You will do no such thing, you minx." He smirked, watching her face for any sign that she didn't want this, or that she was changing her mind about being with him. Her question caused him to shake his head before clarifying. "I mean, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about, or had ulterior motives for visiting, but I'm a gentleman so it's not just about the sex. I wanted to get to know you as well. I had hope that it would end with us in bed but I wasn't expecting anything."

Karen: "I get called that a lot" she said trying to make him jealous before she bit her lip "I like talking to you, and kissing, and I don't know.." she said sighing before cupping his face "I feel safe with you" she said softly and vulnerably

Stephen "By who?! I'll fight them. That's my name for you." Stephen laughed, running his hand up and down her hips. "I like doing that too. You're very kissable. And talkative." He teased, giving her a soft peck on her lips. "I'll always protect you. Its part of the job of knowing me. An unpaid protector and bodyguard."

Karen: "Well I'm not yours yet, so you don't really have a claim on me" she said "things that I get told a lot too" she said kissing closing her eyes and kissing him "I mean I can protect myself but it's a heart feeling"

Stephen "That's true. And I apologize for assuming. But you know, you could be." He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Mine I mean. We can take it slow, go on a few dates, get a feel for one another, and then if we're still feeling like this after a few dates, we can label it." He confessed, biting his lip. He was being vulnerable and putting his cards on the table and it was up to her to decide if this is what she wanted. It would take him a while to get there but with her by his side, maybe he actually could.

Karen: "Do you still mind waiting until then for me?" she said even though they were naked and vulnerable with each other right now she was certain that they could be strong enough until at least that point.

Stephen "As long as you don't mind waiting for me. Its going to take me a while to break down the walls but I like spending time with you, I like what we're doing, and I think we could have fun together. No rules, no expectations. We just go with the flow and be ourselves." He added, nodding his head.

Karen: "It's always the best when I don't have to pretend to be anyone that I'm not. and that you like me for who I am is a good thing" she said kissing him

Stephen "I'm a divorced 38 year old father with commitment issues. If you can put up with me, you can literally handle anything." He replied, returning her kiss hungrily. They were still naked, he was still horny and he definitely wanted to get back to what they were doing before all the talking.

Karen: "I've never been married, but I've been used, forgotten and just left in the dust, and if you can handle that then that's great" she said kissing him deeply "don't stop.."

Stephen "Well that stops with me. I'm in this to the end, whatever that may be." He admitted, sliding his tongue into her mouth, grazing it along the roof of her mouth. "I won't babe." He whispered, grabbing her around the waist and flipping them over. It was his turn to be in control, to show her just what he could do. He was leaking already, his want for the redhead was evident by his hard cock resting against her wet core.

Karen: she felt a tear come down her face as he kissed her the words he just said running in her mind "Good' she said feeling her back hitting the mattress

Stephen 's lips left hers, trailing down her neck to suck another hickey into the soft flesh. She might not be his but he was going to let people think she was. "Your makeup artist is going to kill me when she sees these." He laughed softly before taking a pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub.

Karen: She could have cared less about the make up crew she knew her fellow cast members would never stop teasing her if she came to work with hickeys but she didn't care about that either. "I don't care.." she said arching her back into his touch.

Stephen chuckled against her skin and nodded his head, his kisses trailing further and further down her body, his tongue sneaking through his lips to lick between her folds, sucking her clit into his mouth. This was just a teaser, a warm up but he wanted to lay it all out and show her what he could do and he wanted to hear those sounds coming from her.

Karen: She arched herself into him "Stephen.." she said gripping the sheets

Stephen His name leaving her lips sent chills up his back and he kept going, his tongue working faster as it entered her warm canyon, her juices hitting his taste buds as he rolled it back and forth.

Karen: She groaned running her hands throughout his hair, as he continued to tease her, she was growing to be lost in his touch "soso good"

Stephen hummed against her, his lips kissing her nether lips as he continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her. He wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm but would deny her the pleasure until he was buried inside her tight walls. Fingers were holding her thighs apart as he thrust one more time, his face completely disappearing between her legs.

Karen: She bucked her hips against his face "Stephen..." she said shrieking

Stephen was loving this, he was learning so much about what she liked and it was going to make their sex life so much better because he was very attentive and if you kept her happy, it would always lead to good things. When he felt that she had had enough teasing, he pulled his face away, licking his lips before crawling back up her body, lips kissing lips as he grabbed his cock and lined it up at her entrance. Fingers tangled in her hair as he muffled her cries, pushing his hips forward as he entered her wet pussy.

Karen: She was about to lose it when he pulled away feeling his lips on hers again she sighed before she growled feeling him entering she gripped his back as he entangled himself in the mess of ginger locks

Stephen stilled his hips once his cock was inside her, giving the ginger haired woman time to adjust. He was bigger than most men, a blessing really, so he wasn't sure how well she would take him. When she started grinding her hips, he knew she was ready so he started moving again, slow at first but then picking up speed, his teeth nipping at any skin he could get too.

Karen: She took a moment to get used to him but then she began to grind her hips along his before she gripped his hips as he moved up and down and in and out of her "more.." she said her accent rich and her voice raspy

Stephen smirked against her skin, loving that she was craving him more and more. He was only going at half speed and when she asked for more, he leaned in, his voice low and deep. "Are you sure? I doubt you'll be able to walk later." He teased, grabbing the headboard. He pulled out of her completely before slamming his cock back inside, bottoming out immediately.

Karen: "I'm not sure you would be able to resist me if you tried" she said wrapping her legs around his waist moaned and writhing beneath him as he went faster

Stephen "Who says I would try? If you want sex, I'm ready. Always." He retorted, hips burning as he pounded harder into her, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside her.

Karen: "I'll keep that in mind" she said unable to resist and hold back from the sounds coming out of her mouth as he kept going

Stephen "Good. Now kiss me while I finish seducing you." He teased, his lips connecting to hers once again as he continued thrusting his hips. His legs and hips were burning, his hiatus body wasn't liking the strenuous activity he was currently doing but Stephen didn't care. He could tell she was close, her body squirming underneath him as he kept slamming into her gspot.

Karen: "Yes sir' she said kissing him deeply she was nearly there they were nearly there she could tell that he was tired and that the headboard was nearly about to fall off if he gripped it more "baby, flip us I'll go ontop I don't wanna exhaust you"

Stephen shivered when she called him sir, a hidden kink of his that no one knew about, which caused him to moan into the kiss. Shaky legs kept pace, his body growing weaker as he worked his cock in and out of her. When she told him to flip, he nodded, letting go of the headboard and wrapping his arms around her as he flipped over, eyes opening to look up at the redhead currently straddling him.

Karen: She rocked on her hips and laced their hands together going faster than he was before she kept bouncing up and down taking him in completely each time "I'll try not to break your wrist"

Stephen watched the redhead ride his cock, her hips thrusting fast and her perfect breasts bouncing. He squeezed her hand, his toes curling as he met her thrusts, shoving himself deeper and farther inside. He knew he was close, his cock aching for release as he moaned loudly, grabbing her head to pull her down as he kissed her fiercely.

Karen: She constricted around him and tightening and letting go as his lips met hers she groaned loudly and unashamed into his mouth "Mm baby" she said breathlessly

Stephen felt her walls loosen as she came and he moaned loudly, his own release coming out fast and deep inside her. Rope after rope of his spunk spilled inside her and he rested his forehead against hers as they both came down from the high they were riding. "God baby that was so good. You're so good." He whispered, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her again.

Karen: She was sweaty and satisfied and feeling loved "best I've ever had" she said "I like it when you call me baby" she said pulling away from his kiss and untangling her legs from his waist she wrapped her arms around him

Stephen "Now I know you're lying." He teased, kissing the tip of her nose as he cuddled her close. "And I like it when you call me sir." He smirked, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "You were the best for me too, you know?"

Karen: "I was just being sarcastic when I called you that" she said laughing hoarsely "Can I be brave and bold with you for a moment?"

Stephen "Uh huh sure you were." He teased, his nose crinkling as he kissed her neck sweetly, nodding it when she asked her question. "Always babe."

Karen: "okay, here it goes" she said softly "I could see myself falling for you and that scares the hell out of me"

Stephen listened to her confession, a small smile playing at his lips, his fingers coming up to run through her sweat drenched hair. "I'm scared too because I can see it too. You're sweet, funny, sexy, and I enjoy talking to you. You're honest and I feel like I can be myself around you and you won't judge me. That's rare in our profession, you know?"

Karen: Had she not been so tired she would have had him a second time but looking at him she wanted to wait. Properly this time. "I feel the same way about you too, I hope you know that" she said nudging his nose with hers.

Stephen smiled, as he often found himself doing with Karen, and nodded. "Good. Now that that is out of the way, we should probably sleep. I want to take you out on a date tomorrow and I'll need time to prepare." He grinned, leaning in to kiss, letting in linger as he wrapped his arms around her. He could fall in love with her and while it scared him, he wasn't going to ru. Not this time.

Karen: She loved how his eyes slightly crinkled when he smiled too big "A proper date? I don't think I can sleep now knowing that I get to go on a date with THE Stephen Amell" she said before kissing him deeply and softly " If we fall we'll be brave enough together"

Stephen "I'm no one compared to the Karen Gillan. Fiery redhead with a great ass and an even better personality." He teased, leaning over her as the kiss deepened. "Its not an if baby. It's when we fall." He corrected, reaching over to flip off the lamp.

Karen: "You mention of all things my hair and my arse?" She said quizzically "it's usually my legs" she said " When we fall , which is feeling sooner rather than later"

Stephen laughed and crinkled his nose. "Well I figured naming off everything would take too much time. Let's just say I like it all. Legs included." He smirked, shaking his head. "I'll remember them wrapped around my head for weeks afterward." He listened to her words, and nodded. He was definitely feeling a sensation similar to love already and knew that the longer they spent time together, the easier it would be to day. "Tey to sleep or I'll give you another orgasm and you'll have no choice."

Karen: She smiled and curled into him "Hmm well I wouldn't mind falling asleep to everything you adore about me" she said smirking at him "As will I" she said winking at him in the now darkened room "well that's not a threat to me at all."

Stephen "Well then in that case..." he said, his eyes narrowing mischievously. He kissed her lips, then her chin, left a few more marks on her neck as he trailed down her body. He breathed in her scent, a soft moan falling from his lips as he finally reached his destination. Lifting the covers, he buried his head between her legs and without warning, stuck his tongue between her folds and started cleaning her up.

Karen: She chuckled as she watched the man she was falling in love with disappear under the covers "Mhm" she said humming as he lapped at her folds "just like that.."

Stephen loved the taste of her and as he continued lapping at her folds, he thought about yesterday. How he'd boarded a plane to fly to her, with no intentions of sleeping with her, and now they were going on a date and he felt like things were finally going to work out for him. He was falling hard and fast and that terrified him but Karen was perfect and he wanted to make her happy. "Yeah?" He whispered, nose nuzzling into her clit before sucking it into his mouth, two fingers disappearing into her still stretched pussy.

Karen: She had no idea that this treasure of a man and her would click as well as they did but here they were clicking in the most intimate of ways. She writhed under his touch still sensitive from before "Youyou're so good to me" she said bucking her hips.

Stephen used his other hand to pin her hips down, the strength from all those years of the Salmon Ladder making it easy to overpower her. He continued sucking on her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her. He added a third, scissoring them apart as he stretched her further. She was intoxicating and he knew he could stay in and have sex with her all weekend...or at least for the night.

Karen: She was panting at how vigorously he was moving his fingers in and out of her she was dripping but not letting go yet, she rolled her back into his touch each time, his strong hand pinning her to mattress had her gasping "Baby..." she said growling as he sucked on her sensitive nub more and more. "Don't stop.."

Stephen "I'm not baby. Don't worry. Im going to make you feel so good." He teased, before diving right back in. His tongue joined his fingers, tastebuds noticing the salty taste of his own cum mixed with her juices. He could get used to this and didnt want it to stop, especially if she was going to keep.making those sounds. He curled his tongue, a hidden talent no one knew about, and swirled his tongue in circles inside her. ,

Karen: "Shit.." she said rolling her hips at his last dive into her she wrapped her legs around his head and pressed closer ripping the sheet off the bed at his movements "babe.."

Stephen ignored her whispered words, his mind focusing on getting her off before he fuckrd her again. He knew she would mind back to back orgasms because what woman did? Her legs wrapping around his head pushed his tongue further into her, the tip barely hitting that sweet spot inside her. Hearing a loud moan from her spurred him on as he kept hitting it, harder and faster.

Karen: She came undone in his arms she wasn't sure she could have held on much when he found that spot and hit it a few times "mhm baby, mhmm shh..." she said incoherently

Stephen: "Be loud for me love." He said, wanting to hear how good she sounded. He lapped up the juices she gave him, licking his lips as he crawled back up her body and pressed his lips to hers. He slid his tongue easily through her lips as his cock quickly entered her moist cavern.

Karen: She growled before tasting his lips on hers "Damn." She said gripping his hips "I don't wanna break your eardrums.." she said kissing his neck before biting his flesh softly.

Stephen "That wouldn't be good at all." He whispered, thrusting his hips into her again, his hard cock immediately hitting that spot inside her. "But you dont have to muffle yourself either. I love hearing the woman I'm with being vocal. It's an ego boost babe." He added, a playful smirk in his lips before he kissed her again.

Karen: She smirked and then stared at him blankly "Um I'm sorry run that by me again"

Stephen "Which part? The part about where I love you being loud or the part about how its an ego boost?" He smirked, a mischievous grin crossing his lips.

Karen: "The part about you being with me"

Stephen "Oh. Well, I love hearing the woman I'm with being vocal. Whether that is just sexually or more personal." He teased, kissing the tip of her nose.

Karen: She groaned both out of pleasure and frustration. "why are you this way?"

Stephen "What was is that? Crazy about you or just me in general?" He smirked, thrusting his hips as he bottomed out inside her once again.

Karen: "Both" she said blushing deeply before whimpering

Stephen "You can thank my mom. Its all because of her." He whispered, sucking her earlobe into his mouth as he let her whimpers fill the room. He took his time this time, slowly rotating his hips inside her.

Karen: "Really don't want to talk about your parents in this position" she said whimpering more before shrieking

Stephen "You asked though babe." He laughed and nodded, moving from her ear to her lips, his tongue easily sliding into her mouth as he sped up his movements, her moans muffled but still turning him on. "I could get used to hearing this." He whispered, his head spinning as he joined in, their moans matching perfectly in the huge room.

Karen: She groaned and lost it with him "so close love, soso very close"

Stephen "Then come with me, Ren." He whispered, hips thrusting deeper into her as his cock hit that spot inside her. He kept hitting it, her moans getting louder and faster, his body sore and mind blown as he released deep inside her womb, teeth nipping at her neck as she let go at the same time. "Fuck baby."

Karen: She loved being called Ren, everything about him made her feel like she could be herself completely with him and she just met him "So close" she said as she felt him that spot again, and again, before seeing stars and her legs trembling under him "shit.." she said before shrieking losing it completely

Stephen felt her release coating his dick and he moaned, his voice matching hers as she came harder than any previous orgasm. They were panting, their bodies covered in sweat, and he still found her the most beautiful woman in the world. "God you're literally perfect." He smirked, kissing her lips. "If I wasn't so tired, I'd clean you out again but fuck baby, you wore me out."

Karen: "Funny I was thinking the same thing about you" she said kissing him deeply "I won't be able to walk I don't think.." she said "you will have to be my uber."

Stephen "Oh yeah? At least we know we're sexually compatible." He teased, kissing her lips again before chuckling softly. "I will gladly be your Uber. I told you you wouldn't be able to walk and I meant it. It's only fair I be your driver."

Karen: "Yeah I mean did you think we wouldn't be?" she said tracing his lips with her fingertips "I didn't think it was possible but here we are"

Stephen laughed and shook his head. "Well no. But most of my sexcapades end at one time. We did it twice." He said, kissing her neck. "I'm glad I was able to prove you wrong. You better get used to it too. If your legs aren't jelly by the morning, then I'm not doing my job as a lover."

Karen: "Is that what you were auditioning for here? To be my lover?" she said wrapping her arms around him

Stephen chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll take whatever you're ready to give. If that's just a lover, well, I'm cool with that. I said no rush and I meant it." He explained, pulling out of her softly and collapsing next to her.

Karen: She smiled over at him "You know I wouldn't mind in the future this becoming...this becoming something that is great.." she said afraid to say the word relationship when it came to someone, she cared about Steve a lot and didn't want to jinx them. Looking over at the man beside her she kissed his chest and said "goodnight lover." before she closed her eyes and said "I'm in so much trouble with this one..."

Stephen "I wouldn't either. I think we need some time to really gauge what this is between us but for now, let's just have fun with one another." He retorted, his fingers running through her hair as she kissed his chest. "Goodnight Ren." He whispered, shifting so that he could wrap his arms around the redhead. The last words she spoke had him smiling as he stayed quiet, nuzzling into her neck before letting his eyes fall closed.

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Another Brick In The Wall, Chapter 3

Notes: This fic started as almost a protest against the tired cliches I’d read in several high school AUs (why was I reading high school AUs? I still don’t know. Some questions have no answers) but it’s somehow morphed itself into a thing I actually quite like. I like the voices of teenaged Emma and Killian, and I like the story that I have to tell about them. I think it’s a good one, one that is true to the characters while also making them real teenagers, with all the fierce and complex emotions of adolescence. What I’m saying is I’ve decided to take this fic seriously and I hope that more people who read my work regularly and may think I’ve lost the plot writing this will give it a chance. I promise there will be no geeks-vs-jocks, cookie-cutter high school stereotypes. It’ll be good. Really. Just try it, and then feel free to shout at me if you hate everything about it.

New, serious-this-time-summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T for now, might go M later on.

Tagging, just in case you might be interested: @teamhook, @resident-of-storybrooke, @wellhellotragic, @let-it-raines, @deathbycaptainswan, @rouhn, @kmomof4, @jennjenn615 @tiganasummertree

Read it on AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

From that day on Emma and Killian talked before and after each of their classes, briefly at first and then for longer and longer intervals until they found themselves having to hurry to get to their next classes on time. After a few days they formally acknowledged what they’d both known for quite a while—that their fourth period classes were in the same direction— so they walked in it together, standing outside Killian’s French class for as long as they could before Emma had to dart down the hall to get into her Sociology classroom before the bell. She began to swing by the corner table where he always sat at lunch to say hello, which soon turned into them walking from lunch to their history class together.

At first, their conversations were awkward and stilted, both of them nervous and worried about saying the wrong thing, but soon, as they discovered both common interests and points of disagreement that they could argue over, they relaxed and gradually let more and more of their true selves show through.

With every conversation Emma grew more and more infatuated. She knew she was being pathetically obvious, that her friends were already starting to whisper behind her back and that soon even Neal would notice, but for once in her life Emma genuinely did not care what anyone else thought. Killian was like no one she had ever met before, and she treasured every single scrap of time she managed to spend in his company.

The way his eyes lit up when he spoke passionately about something he loved, those rare, precious times when he forgot to brood and let himself laugh with pure joy. The approving look in his eyes when she challenged him. These were the things that Emma lived for.

That Sunday Emma drove herself to fencing club and after an exhilarating hour of practicing his spin attack (which was much harder than he made it look, she discovered to her dismay) she invited him to Granny’s for hot chocolate.

He hesitated, looking torn and uncertain. “I don’t know, Swan, I should probably—”

“What?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, go home I guess.”

“Come on, Killian, it’s just hot chocolate. An hour, then I’ll give you a ride home.”

Still he looked unsure.

“What, you don’t want to be seen with me outside of school?” She tried to make the question teasing, but couldn’t quite hide the genuine insecurity that lay beneath it.

He softened. “Not at all, Swan.”

“You don’t think I want to be seen with you, then?”

He gave her a cheeky smirk, his humour breaking briefly through the sullenness. “Don’t be absurd, why wouldn’t you want to be seen with me? Look at me.” He gestured flamboyantly at his face.

She could feel herself blushing, but didn’t look away. “Well, exactly,” she said, her tone turning the simple words into a challenge.

He sighed, relenting. “All right, all right,” he said, a faint smile still on his face. “Just let me call my brother so he doesn’t worry.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They sat down in a quiet corner booth and for the first time in days the silence between them was awkward. Emma let it drag out for barely a minute before taking a small cream envelope from her backpack and placing it on the table in front of him with a decisive slap.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“It’s an invitation to my birthday party. Next Saturday.”

He shook his head. “Swan, no…”

She forced back a wave of dismay. “Why not? It’s my eighteenth birthday, Killian!”

“Something you’d surely prefer to celebrate with your friends…”

“You’re my friend.” She hesitated. “Aren’t you?”

He was silent long enough that she began to panic. “Aye, I suppose I am,” he finally said in a low voice.

She sighed in relief. “Well, then. Celebrate my birthday with me.”

He picked up the envelope, opening it with surprising care and pulling out the card. “You’re having it here?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” said Emma, examining her fingernails. “Granny’s is, um, more centrally located than my house. People won’t have to drive.”

Which was the excuse she had given her parents, not wanting to confess the real reason: she knew that Killian would be far more likely to come if the party was at a neutral venue, and the only thing Emma truly wanted for her birthday this year was for Killian to come to her party. She didn’t think she could bear the disappointment if he refused.

Killian’s fingers unconsciously worried the edge of the invitation, his thumbnail scraping the gilt off of the thick ivory card stock as he thought hard. He really didn’t want to spend his Saturday evening watching Emma —probably wearing some little dress that left her long legs bare, like the cheerleading uniform he had to avert his eyes from every Friday— laughing with her friends and being groped possessively by her idiot boyfriend while he was either ignored or treated like an English-accented party favour. He opened his mouth to refuse, but as he did he looked up and the pleading expression in her eyes shook him hard. He shut his mouth again, cursing internally. This whole thing was getting seriously out of control. He already liked her far more than he should, if he started giving in to her pleas now who knew where that would end. But as little as he wanted to attend her birthday party, he wanted to hurt her feelings even less.

“All right, Swan,” he heard himself saying. “I’ll be there. For a little while,” he added hastily as her face lit up with a brilliant smile.

Just then Ruby appeared with their drinks.

Emma, bursting with excitement, grinned up at he friend. “Hey Rubes, guess what?” she said happily, “Killian’s coming to my party!”

Ruby pursed her lips, and her brow wrinkled with a small frown. Emma was clearly completely gone for this Killian. It was written all over her face every time she talked to him, and frankly it had Ruby worried. She supposed, she thought grudgingly, that she could understand his appeal. His face was pretty good and his eyes were gorgeous, and there was something kind of hot about his brooding smartass vibe, though she herself preferred older boys. Or girls, but for the moment that was still her secret. What she objected to about Killian wasn’t his looks or his personality, it was the way he seemed to hold himself back, resisting Emma’s attempts to befriend him. Ruby and Emma had been best friends practically since they were born, and she knew better than anyone that underneath Emma’s golden girl confidence beat a deeply sensitive heart, one that could easily be crushed in the wrong hands. If Killian crushed it, whether it be through malice or simple indifference, Ruby would rip him apart, without hesitation.

Still, she reflected, pretty much anything would be better than Neal Cassidy, douchebag extraordinaire, who Ruby felt certain was cheating on Emma with the head cheerleader from Misthaven High.

She glanced at Killian as she set down his mug, right in time to see his tense expression soften as Emma smiled at him, revealing for just a moment the same helpless fascination that Emma always had in her eyes when she looked at him. In that instant, Ruby made her decision and chose her side.

“Great!” she said brightly, stifling a laugh at the surprised look Killian shot her. “You can keep my boyfriend Victor entertained. We’ve been to see you play in Misthaven a couple of times, and boy he has got thoughts about that. Victor loves to talk about music and frankly it bores me to tears.”

“Er, okay,” said Killian, as Emma beamed. Ruby nodded, flashed him a bright smile, and headed back to the counter.

“Victor’s a freshman at the university in Portland,” said Emma, once she was out of earshot. “He graduated from Storybrooke last year. Honestly, I’m surprised he and Ruby are still together. I never thought they’d be able to handle long-distance, but so far so good I guess.” She paused to take a sip of chocolate. “I think they might have an open relationship.”

Killian had just taken a sip of his own drink, and promptly choked on it. Emma looked alarmed. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, love. Just a bit taken aback.”

“What, city boy, you think all us hicks from the sticks are prudes?” she teased. “That we all save ourselves for marriage and then only do it once a month with the lights off?” She batted her eyelashes at him and Killian suddenly felt as if a lead weight were pressing down on his chest.

That probably means she’s letting Cassidy… but he couldn’t finish the thought. The mere idea of that bullying moron touching her intimately made him sick, and filled him with the urge to punch something.

“Not at all,” he said gruffly. “I figure people are pretty much just people wherever they’re from. You just caught me off guard, stating it so plainly.”

Emma frowned. What she’d come to think of as Killian’s dark cloud, something that seemed to drop down on him periodically for no reason she could discern, had returned. She hated that cloud. It quenched the light in his eyes and replaced it with the look of an abused puppy, hopeless and desperately sad.

She reached across the table and covered his hand with hers. “Hey,” she said. “Are you all right?”

He stared at their joined hands for a long moment then swallowed hard. “I’m fine,” he replied, flashing her a brilliant smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Killian—”

“I said, I’m fine!” He pulled his hand away. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve got planned for this birthday party?”

Emma wanted to press him, to poke and prod at the barrier he’d constructed around himself until she found a weak spot, to send it crashing down and make him finally talk to her about whatever he was keeping so tightly bottled up inside, but one look at his shuttered expression told her there was no point in trying. If she did, he might pull away again.

She nodded, giving him a bright, false smile of her own. “Well,” she said, “To start…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Killian was headed for Dr Hopper’s office after school the following Monday, when he realised that he was being tailed by Neal and two of his football buddies. They weren’t even being stealthy about it, he thought in disgust. There were herds of elephants stampeding across African plains that made less noise.

Pretending he didn’t hear them, he walked casually past the psychiatrist’s door then quick as a flash ducked around a corner, ensuring that he had the brick wall of the buildings at his back. When the three boys caught up to him he was waiting for them, his stance relaxed but all his senses alert. He didn’t want to fight them but if they forced his hand they were in for an unpleasant surprise. Killian had learnt to fight from his father, a man who had never pulled a punch in his life.

Neal stepped forward, all bluster and bravado. “I saw you at Granny’s yesterday. With Emma.”

“What of it?”

“I thought you said you weren’t interested in her.”

Killian shrugged. “I changed my mind.”

“Yeah? Well you better change it back,” snarled Neal, stepping closer.

Killian sighed. He was really not in the mood for this. “Look, asshole,” he said, deliberately using the American pronunciation, “Emma is not your possession. If she wants to hang out with me, that’s her choice. I didn’t seek her out but I like her, and I’ll be damned if I let you bully me into ending my friendship with her.”

Neal snarled and shoved Killian’s chest, but Killian had been expecting that and had braced himself against it. When he didn’t fall or even stumble backwards, Neal looked incredulous. Fury lit in his eyes and he reared back to give a harder shove. This time Killian caught the shorter boy’s arms and used his own momentum to swing him into the brick wall behind them, the force of the impact making his head ring and knocking the air out of him. As he lay against the wall blinking dazed eyes and gasping for breath, Killian turned to the other two boys, holding his arms out wide. “Care to have a go yourselves, mates?” he challenged, careful not to sound too mocking. He wanted to deter them, not provoke them. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble for fighting. Liam would be bloody furious.

The other boys looked back and forth between Neal collapsed against the wall and Killian’s implacable face. He raised an eyebrow at them, and that decided it.

“Come on, Cassidy, let’s go,” said one. “We can’t fuck him up in the middle of Main Street anyway.”

Neal peeled himself off the wall, trying to turn his wince of pain into a glare. “Just be watching your back, dickhead,” he sneered before following his friends.

Killian waited until they were nearly out of sight before turning back around the corner and heading into Dr Hopper’s office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was well underway by the time Killian arrived. He stood outside Granny’s for a moment, steeling himself, then took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately his senses were assaulted by a cacophany of voices and laughter and music from the jukebox, and he fought back the urge to flee. He was doing this for Emma, he reminded himself. For whatever insane reason she wanted him there, and he wouldn’t let her down.

He surveyed the room in search of any familiar faces, then nearly jumped out of his skin when a slender arm wrapped around his neck from behind.

“Hey,” said Ruby in his ear. “About time you showed up. She’s been waiting.”

Killian’s heart thumped painfully at the idea of Emma waiting anxiously for him at her own birthday party. Stop it, he told himself firmly. She has a boyfriend, and anyway she deserves far better than you. “Where is she?” he asked, trying not to croak.

Ruby grinned. “Come with me,” she said. “Oh, and by the way this is Victor.” She waved her hand at the boy standing next to her, who gave Killian a nod and a sardonic smirk. “He’s a big fan of your music.”

“Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t use the word ‘big’ or even ‘fan,’” began Victor. “But—”

“Save it,” said Ruby, as the crowd parted to reveal Emma sitting at a small table in the middle of the diner, surrounded by what looked like half the cheerleading squad. She was laughing but something in her body language seemed tense and worried. Then she caught sight of Killian and her whole being seemed to light up.

Bloody hell, he thought, fighting back the renewed urge to run, I am so fucked.

She leapt to her feet and hurried over. “Hey,” she said. “You came.”

“Of course I did, Swan, I said I would.”

“I know, but…” she shook her head. “Never mind, you’re here now. Do you want something to drink?”

“Sure.”

She led him to the counter. “Anything on Granny’s menu is available,” she said.

“Um, just a soda is fine.”

“Root beer?” she teased, knowing his opinion on that subject.

He made a comically exaggerated grimace. “Swan, if I wanted to be given disgusting medicine I’d go to the doctor. I’ll have a Coke.”

“Try the vanilla kind, Granny mixes it herself and it’s really good.”

He smiled at her. “All right.”

She smiled back and leaned across the counter to order the drink. When she turned back her eyebrows snapped together into a scowl.

“What is it?” asked Killian, alarmed.

“Nothing,” she said, anger in her voice. “I— I’ll be right back.”

She marched across the room to the jukebox, behind which Neal was standing with Felix and Rufio, tipping something from a small bottle into their drinks.

“Neal,” she hissed.

“Heeeeey, Ems!” he slurred, grabbing her arm. “Y’wanna real drink?”

“Did you bring alcohol to my birthday party?” she snapped.

“‘Course. Not a real party with nothing to drink.”

Emma resisted the urge to slap him. “You can’t have that here! Get rid of it right now, and you three sober up!” She was trying hard to keep calm and not draw any attention to them, but this was her eighteenth birthday, darn it, and Neal was threatening to ruin it.

“Don’t be such a priss, Emma,” he sneered.

“My father is the sheriff,” she hissed “Do you have any idea what he would do if he found out you had that?”

“I’m not scared of your father,” blustered Neal.

“Well, you should be! He won’t hesitate to bust you, quarterback or no. Please, Neal,” she begged, “It’s my birthday. Please don’t do this tonight!”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll dump it.”

She sighed in relief, missing the smirk and eye roll he exchanged with Felix, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An hour later, Emma was leaning against Ruby’s shoulder, listening to Killian and Victor arguing about a band that neither of the girls had ever heard of when the door opened and David stepped in, followed by two of his deputies. He headed straight for the foursome, his expression grim.

“Dad?” said Emma, a sudden anxiety gripping her. Why was he here, and wearing his badge? “Wh— what’s going on?”

David ignored her. “Killian,” he said, in his Sheriff voice. “Empty your pockets.”

Emma’s eyes flew to Killian, blown wide with alarm, but he looked as unruffled as always and gave her a small, reassuring smile.

“Sure,” he said. He pulled a wallet, some keys, and his phone from his jacket pocket, then turned out the pockets of his jeans to reveal nothing but a crumpled handkerchief.

David looked surprised, but recovered quickly and gave Killian a relieved smile. “Thank you,” he said.

“Dad, what’s this about?” asked Emma.

“We got an anonymous call from someone saying that there was alcohol at your party,” her father replied. “That Killian had brought it.”

Emma nearly choked on a sudden surge of fury. Neal.

Ruby snorted. “I bet I know who called that in,” she said. “You’d have more luck checking Neal Cassidy’s pockets, Sheriff Swan. Or one of his minions.”

David turned to where Neal was sitting at the counter a few feet away. “Well?” he said. “Turn out your pockets, please, Mr Cassidy.”

Neal smirked. “Sure,” he said, echoing Killian’s word, and pulled a handful of crumpled bills and loose change along with a condom from his jeans. Emma felt Killian stiffen next to her, but she didn’t take her eyes off Neal, who was smirking smugly at her father.

“See?” he said. “Nothing.”

“And what about this?” asked David, indicating the letter jacket tossed across the counter. Neal waved his hand at it.

“Go ahead, man. Take a look.”

David picked up the jacket and reached into the pocket. Anger hardened his features as he pulled forth the bottle of vodka Emma had seen Neal with earlier. “Care to explain this?” he asked tightly.

Neal’s eyes widened and he began to bluster. “I— I don’t know how— that’s not— that’s not mine!”

David gestured to one of the deputies, who pulled out an evidence bag. David deposited the bottle into it then looked hard at Neal. “I’m going to need you to come to the station,” he said. “All three of you.”

“What did we do?” protested Felix.

“I can smell the alcohol on you from here,” said David, his eyes flashing, revealing just a hint of the fury Emma knew he must be feeling. “You brought illegal substances to my daughter’s birthday party, and I suspect you tried to frame an innocent boy for possession of them. Now come. with. me.”

Neal swallowed hard, looking small and scared. He wobbled as he stood up from the stool, and Emma darted forwards to catch his arm before he fell.

“You and I are done,” she hissed at him, fingernails digging ruthlessly into his arm. “Never speak to me again.” She shoved him roughly and he stumbled back into Felix and Rufio.

David stood at the door, holding it open.

“Don’t make me wait,” he said.

The three boys filed out of the diner and David let his eyes sweep the room, his expression stern and hard. “I am trusting the rest of you to behave in a way that will not disappoint me or your parents or yourselves,” he said. “If I hear even the smallest hint that anything else that shouldn’t be going on at this party is going on, you will not enjoy the consequences. Have a good night.” He turned and exited the diner, leaving dead silence in his wake. Even the jukebox had stopped playing. Slowly, every head in the place turned to look at Killian, whose cool composure slipped slightly under the collective scrutiny. He scratched nervously behind his ear.

“He, erm, put the bottle in my pocket about half an hour ago,” he said, addressing the diner at large. “He’s as subtle as a sledgehammer, so of course I noticed. I returned the favour, with rather more finesse.”

No one spoke for several beats, and Killian began to turn pink. Finally, Ruby broke the silence. “What about fingerprints?” she asked.

Killian held up his handkerchief, which was still sitting on the table in front of him. “I wrapped it in this,” he said.

Ruby grinned, looking impressed, and Victor began to laugh. “Damn, Jones, you work with James Bond or something?”

Killian grinned back. “Only at weekends,” he quipped, and the tension was broken. Laughter broke out around the room and someone shouted “Turn the music back on!”

People began to mill around Killian, peppering him with questions, and Emma spotted several of her fellow cheerleaders eyeing him with sharpened interest. She allowed this to go on for precisely two minutes before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the crowd. “Stop harassing him, you guys,” she said. “You’ll blow his cover.” More laughter followed this remark and people turned away, allowing Emma to pull Killian out of the diner and up the stairs into the lounge of Granny’s B&B.

He was looking nervous again, and she smiled. “I broke up with Neal.”

“I heard.”

“I’m so sorry, Killian, I can’t believe he tried to do that to you.”

Killian snorted. “I can,” he said. “He’s a complete gobshite. Arrogance and stupidity are a bad combination.” He looked at her, his eyes softening with an emotion that made her heart gallop. “You deserve so much better.”

She stepped closer to him, placing her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palms thundering as hard as her own. He caught his breath sharply but didn’t pull away.

“You also deserve better than me,” he said firmly.

“Killian—”

“Emma, I was serious about what I said to you that day in the hall. I can’t stay here. I have to get back to England as soon as I can.”

“Why?” she cried, exasperated. “What’s so important?”

“I— I can’t tell you that.”

She wanted to snarl and gnash her teeth in frustration. “But—”

“No! I just have to go, okay? As soon as the AP exam results are out, then Liam can’t stop me even though I won’t be eighteen yet.” He saw her confused look and clarified. “I have a conditional offer from Oxford already, I just need high enough scores and I can start uni next year. Even if I don’t get the scores I— I’ll think of something. But I’m not staying in Storybrooke, Emma, no matter what. Do you understand that?”

She could sense the conflict in him, knew that once again he was trying to convince himself as much as her. But she simply nodded in agreement. Whatever was troubling him, whatever secret he was keeping, she was confident that if he’d just let her in then they could work it out together. She had to be patient.

“I understand,” she said, letting her fingertips trace the band logo on his t-shirt. “But you’re here now, and next year is a long way off.”

His blue eyes blazed as he looked down at her. “Emma,” he whispered, both in warning and entreaty. “Please don’t. You don’t— you don’t know—”

“I’m not a child, Killian. I’m older than you, and I know what I’m doing.”

There was an edge of desperation in his answering laugh. “Do you? That’s good, because I bloody well don’t.”

“Then let me show you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingertips brush through the hair at its nape, and pressed her lips to his. For a moment he was motionless, and she felt a flash of fear that he might find the strength to reject her. But then his arms were around her and his lips were moving against hers, and she had a second to observe that he was really surprisingly good at this before his tongue swept into her mouth and wiped every coherent thought from her mind.

#captain swan #cs au ff #high school au #just give it a try #you can kill me if you hate it #kill me figuratively that is #profdanglaisstuff #another brick in the wall

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After Review

I read this book forever ago and posted the review on my website, but I decided I would rather put my reviews for things on here for free than pay monthly for a website so here you go. Also the trailer I talk about is the teaser trailer.

If you've read this book you either loved it or hated it. If you've only recently come across this book it's probably because you saw the trailer and you were interested. The trailer in question starts off with the main character Tessa telling you something that is meant to be profound, and it kept me watching so I guess it was doing something right. However, the trailer then shows you several steamy scenes between Tessa and her "love interest" Hardin with Ariana Grande's' Dangerous Woman playing in the background (if you're wondering why the trailer was so familiar rewatch the first Fifty Shades of Grey trailer only the Fifty Shades trailer was more interesting in my opinion). Speaking of Hardin, let's talk about that trainwreck.

In the book, Hardin is a grade-A asshole. The more intimate his relationship with Tessa gets the more toxic and abusive he gets. He gets borderline aggressive when he sees Tessa even blink in another guys direction. He tricks her into signing a lease with him which not only binds them legally to an apartment but he also manages to isolate her from her friends in college by doing so. They fight all the time over the simplest things (I realize couples fighting isn't abusive, but Hardin blowing up when Tessa asks simple questions is). At the start of Tessa and Hardin's' relationship, the two were messing around behind Tessas' boyfriend Noahs back. When Tessa showed a willingness to break up with Noah for Hardin he makes fun of her and harshly reminds her he doesn't date. However, when she leaves him still asleep one morning after one of his drunken rampages Hardin storms into Tessas' dorm where Noah also happened to be and forced her to tell him what she and Hardin had been up to. Hardin blames Tessa constantly for the terrible way he acts and is quick to guilt her into not leaving him the second she shows any sort of resistance. That being said I almost feel bad for Hardin. Until he was ten years old he had to deal with an alcoholic father and witnessing his mother be raped by several men. That's enough to do severe damage to a growing mind. You would think something like that would keep someone away from anything self-destructive like that but that isn't always the case. However, I believe that a horrific past will never be an excuse for someone's toxic actions.

Now I'm not here to simply pick apart Hardin's' toxic personality, I'm here to also pick apart Tessa’s. Tessa cries a lot and she keeps going back to Hardin even though she knows the lovey-dovey Hardin disappears the second Tessa says the wrong thing. Of course, going back to the abuser is easier than finding someone new. Especially after the abuser isolates you from friends and family (I don't really care about the family part because Tessa's mom was abusive in her own way). The part that annoys me is that every time Tessa acts like she really doesn't want to be around Hardin anymore she goes right back to him the second he's angry and drunk. She is warned several times by her friends and even Hardin himself that he will hurt her and in Hardin's words he will "Ruin her." She was very paranoid about Hardin cheating on her if the "slut" (lord help us) of the story was even in the same building as Hardin. More on that later.

Like Hardin, you could say Tessa’s personality could be because of her childhood as well. Like Hardin, Tessa grew up with an alcoholic father until she was ten. Then she grew up groomed to have the perfect life as an adult. The perfect career, the perfect husband, and the perfect attitude. If anything was less then perfect her mother would criticize Tessas' actions or appearance. That is enough to make anyone willing to do whatever it takes to please other people. It also made Tessa a bit of a control freak at times. This is also why Tessa feels the need to constantly think insulting things about the way other female characters dress, act, and overall present themselves. So much for Girl Love.

Something that I would like to touch on briefly is the use of Tessa’s full name Theresa. When Hardin first calls Tessa Theresa she tells the reader that the name Theresa reminds her of her father whom we later learn was an alcoholic. Hardin, despite saying he doesn't drink at the beginning of the book proves otherwise. He is continuously getting drunk because of Tessa (or so he says). He calls her Theresa just like her father did which allows us to draw parallels between the two men. There are two reasons why I only wanted to mention this subject briefly. One being that Tessa’s father is not blamed for the reason behind Tessas' dislike for the name in the Wattpad addition. The second reason is that later Tessa tells Hardin that only "family and friends" can call her Theresa. So either that was a mistake on Anna Todd's part or Tessa just wanted to remind Hardin that he was neither at first because she does let him call her Theresa later on.

Alright now onto the topic of slut-shaming. Like most books originating from Wattpad there was, of course, our "slut" or as I like to say "girl who was sleeping with a guy before the main character appeared and now all the sudden she's expected to back off". The character in question goes by the name of Molly. Of the little group of "friends" Tessa finds herself involved with, Molly is the character that will sleep with any guy in the story including Hardin. Molly sleeping around isn’t something I take issue with, it's the fact that Tessa and Steph (Molly's friend and Tessas' roommate) continuously slut-shame her for sleeping around with Hardin when he never stated that he and Tessa were exclusive and when it's known that Hardin sleeps around with whoever he wants. Of course, he doesn't get shamed for it through. Tessa is only ever warned that that is something he just does. Which is totally an ok thing to do if you have a little extra between your legs.

Then, of course, the big plot twist at the end of the book (not the Wattpad version) is that Tessa and Hardin’s entire relationship was based on a bet Hardin and every member of this “friend” group made. The bet was started because at the beginning of the book Tessa had mentioned being a virgin despite having a longtime boyfriend. So the race was on between Hardin and Zedd (a character I actually liked) to see who could take Tessa’s virginity first. The icing on the cake is that whoever takes Tessa’s virginity has to have proof, which in Hardin’s case are some bloody sheets and a used condom. Disgusting to say the least. To keep Tessa from finding out about the bet Hardin convinces everyone to keep their traps shut and even went so far as to get into a fight with Zedd. Despite Hardin’s noble efforts, Tessa does find out because she goes to meet up with Steph and finds everyone else there too. Molly leads the group in forcing Hardin to spill the beans. And because Tessa has some sense, after all, she wants out of the relationship. For some psychotic reason, Hardin thought that if the two lived together Tessa would be alright with the fact that their relationship was based off a bet. Like he genuinely believed that as long as they were living together in an apartment where both of their names were on the lease Tessa would be like “LOL this kind of thing happens all the time so of course, I’ll stay with you.” How delusional do you have to be?

I want to point out that this book was (according to the Kindle app on my table) 585 pages. That’s a pretty beefy book for its genre. What’s ridiculous though is that there are three more books in the series PLUS a fourth prequel book that is told by Hardin (an engrossing read I’m sure). I could understand two books in a series and then maybe a prequel but anything more kind of just feels a little unnecessary. I’m also very curious as to how on earth this book is going to be a successful movie. I think it could be if they get rid of the slut-shaming and Hardin’s entire personality. As in making him a lot less crazy. Keep his tragic childhood and maybe even his drinking problems, but leave the manipulation and if-a-guy-even-looks-at-Tessa-I’ll-break-his-face attitude in the book. I don’t mind a little bit of protectiveness in a relationship, but damn that was not it sis.

I might read the second book just to see how long Tessa stays mad at Hardin (if it’s for the same amount of time as the thousands of times she was mad at him in After I’m guessing they’ll be back together by Chapter Three). The only way this series could get any better would be if Tessa and Hardin get some therapy as individuals and then maybe some as a couple.

What did you think about the book? Do you think Tessa will hold out on Hardin until Chapter Three or will she gain some kind of self-respect and get a restraining order? Feel free to comment your thoughts below!

#after #tessa x hardin #hessa

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g0ldpainted · 6 years

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10th December - CtC’17

Prompto cheating on his S/O Part 2

Tadaa! Here it finally is! :D

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Gladio cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

Words: 4600+ Genre: Angst, heartbreak, starting over, moving on Spoilers: Nope Trigger warnings: Eating disorder, depression, short depiction of sexual act (all tw’s also in the tags)

Over a year had passed since they last saw their ex-boyfriend. A lot changed. For both sides. Prompto's career skyrocketed. People were crazy for his photos, big magazines booked him, Insomnia's most famous celebrities booked him. He was invited to lots of different events.. And he always brought his girlfriend. His girlfriend, the female he had cheated on them with, so happened to be a well-established model. Sensual photos of her that, of course, Prompto took were all over various media. They caused his sudden fame. It was all thanks to that model posting them on her social media profiles. Avoiding topics related to their ex was almost impossible. May it be a magazine cover, news on TV or scrolling through the internet - he was everywhere. And not just him. They, the model and him, were everywhere. People complimented how well they fit together, said they were a wonderful couple and how their love story would be so adorable.

It hurt them greatly. But, by the six, all photos of them sharing kisses broke their empty heart all over again. They always reminded them of how they weren't good enough for him, how he betrayed them for months.

So while Prompto's life seemed to be going amazing, their life crumbled. For years they had been living with their sunshine, woke up beside him, kissed him in the morning, brought him coffee but now, half of their bed was empty. Actually, they couldn't even afford a proper bed. After two months of living with a former good friend and being unable to contribute anything to thank them, they were thrown out. Without a job and only a bit of their savings left, they managed to rent a one-room apartment. But it didn't take long before they couldn't afford it any longer. They knew they needed a job, needed to do something, otherwise, they'd be homeless. But life really wasn't on their side. Some job applications were left unanswered, some just returned with a clear no.

Feeling so incredibly lonely and useless sure was new to them. Not only did this whole situation drive them into depression, they also had a hard time dealing with their body. Now that they knew Prompto had been screwing a model while they were waiting for him at home, they believed the reason for his actions was their body. They thought they were too fat, purely unappealing and perhaps even disgusting. To them, there was no other explanation for his actions. It had to be their body. So they changed their eating habits, they simply ate less. Less to the point it was far from ideal and definitely unhealthy. On good days, they, at most, allowed themselves three buns but on her worst ones, they ate nothing. It just came in handy that they couldn’t even afford proper food anyway.

Needlessly to say, their eating behavior had a huge effect on their weight - but it also affected their energy. A lot of the time, they felt too exhausted to do anything, couldn't even force themselves to clean up.

And it was getting worse every day.

The peak was reached when Prompto dared to upload a photo showing off their body. It was taken from his side of their once shared bed, after a passionate night of lovemaking. Their naked back was revealed, the sheets barely covering their behind. Technically, it sure was a nice photograph but to them, that was a slap in the face. They only happened to find it because they were feeling especially self-destructive and wanted to check his current uploads to Instagram. They never expected to be seeing themselves. They certainly didn't want to either and actively told him back when they caught him cheating to delete the photos he took of them.

Although his caption wasn't rude, the comments were. They had stretch marks covering their butt and hip area - and people blatantly made fun of it, made them feel even more insecure about their body. To them, this was him attacking them, wanting to lash out at them and harm them - yet, they still didn't know the mistakes they ever made to deserve this.

Their night ended in tears, furiously messaging Prompto and demanding him to take it down.

They didn't know that he only uploaded it because he was trying to reach them. After they changed their number, he never got ahold of them again and after they changed their Instagram username, he lost track of them entirely. He didn't even know where they moved. And he had no idea that he was causing more harm than he ever intended. To him, the photo he took of them was beautiful and since their face was hidden, he didn't think this could offend them so much. No one aside from them knew who this person was. Aside from that, he didn't notice how rude the comments were.

To him, his former lover was still a true beauty. No, not even the model couldn't reach their level. They were only dating for the public anyway. Behind closed doors, they were barely even friends. After he was caught cheating, the whole thrill of it all disappeared. They grew tired of each other and it didn't even take a month for Prompto to realize he was genuinely missing his ex. His perfect life wasn't as perfect as it seemed to be. But his S/O didn’t know. Not yet.

Unfortunate for both sides was that Prompto didn't reply right away. He had his notifications off, didn't check his direct messages either. While his S/O absolutely crumbled to dust, felt absolutely horrible, Prompto thought they didn't care. He believed they'd, if anything, call him - but they deleted his number ages ago. It was pure luck that he eventually checked his messages and stumbled upon their complaint. With both teary eyes and a heart racing faster than his brand new car ever could, he replied. He apologized tons of times, ended up asking if he could take them out for a coffee and explain his intentions.

But they declined. Over and over again. He had to try harder to actually convince them.

Even after he stated that he considered them beautiful and never once thought anything else, they still didn't let loose, didn't believe a thing he said. He could carelessly lie in their face for four months - he could just as well be lying again. They didn't want to see his gorgeous, adorable face again. Never. Although they still loved him.

But fate wasn't on their side.

After passing out while simply walking down the stairs, Prompto's S/O was hospitalized. They officially diagnosed their eating disorder and depression then and there. On top of that, they suffered a severe concussion. Treatment began the moment they woke up. From there on out, everything became even more difficult. Doctors demanded they'd stay for at least 2 weeks. They had bills to pay but no money, were incredibly close to losing their apartment when - finally - a call asking for a job interview came through. Those were the first good news they heard in what felt like an eternity. It seemed to be their light at the end of the tunnel. All the weight of the world fell off their shoulders - soon they could finally afford to buy a nice, big bed.

Within another week, they attended their first day at their new job as a cook. While they had zero experience for that kind of job, all that really mattered to them was being able to pay the bills that were slowly but steadily crushing them. Once the majority was paid off, their life actually seemed to be going uphill. For the first time in a while, they were convinced it was all getting easier, they'd move on from the relationship they had with Prompto. Their first step was changing their hair color and buying new clothes. It was time to start over. And it was going really great. They gained some weight again, were getting closer to a healthy weight, even met someone that showed fair interest in them.

Eventually, they even hooked up with that person - which was something they never did before as Prompto was their first actual boyfriend. He was their first and they actually had hoped he would be their last, too. But experiencing physical intimacy with someone else was a nice change, too.

For a few months, they hopped from one bed to the other, searching for validation that they were indeed good looking, desirable. But no matter what, Prompto was always clouding their mind.

All the validation in the world wouldn't mean a thing if it wasn't from Prompto. They secretly still wanted him to shower them with love, even hoped they'd wake up from this ongoing nightmare and wake up beside him. So far, they couldn't move on.. No matter how hard they tried to distract themselves with other guys. Regardless of that, it was going uphill. They were getting better, even got a promotion.

It was all about to come crashing down again, though.

After their promotion, they were given a job at a gala event. They had to take care of the catering and would constantly have to refresh food - which honestly didn't sound too bad considering how much extra money they would get. Without putting much thought into it, they agreed. Not once did they consider that, perhaps, their ex could be one of the guests attending. After all, he was fairly famous now.

They should've checked beforehand.

The entire evening had been going incredibly well. The appetizer was well perceived, they got lots of compliments about how well their soup was. Preparing the main dish went just as well. No slip ups, nothing went wrong. But then it was time to deliver it to all attendees. Because they didn't have enough staff out of the kitchen, some of the kitchen staff was sent out to deliver the meals as well. And Prompto's S/O so happened to be one of them. As if fate wanted to kick them in the guts, Prompto and the model sat on the exact table they had to deliver food to. He was smiling, pretending to be happy with the perfect woman beside him. 4 other celebrities were sitting at the same table, they were all sharing laughs and interesting conversations. If Prompto's S/O could, they would've aborted their mission and would've headed right back into the kitchen. But they couldn't back down.

The moment the blonde came into their sight, they almost tripped over their feet. People were staring at her trying to hold her balance and clutch onto the food. Even though it could've been so obvious that he would attend, it simply didn't cross their mind. All they thought about was the money and how they could finally, after so long, start buying proper furniture for their apartment.

The closer they came, the sharper his facial features became, the more their heart began to race. He hadn't changed at all. The only difference was that he was wearing a little stubble - which was something he used to shave off as soon as he could. As they put down the plates, barely speaking to the celebrities receiving their food, they were shaking. While putting down Prompto's blade, they stuttered and ended up almost falling over because they stumbled. Being the kind guy he usually was, he didn't hesitate to help them, caught their arms just in time to help them stabilize before they even fell. After hastily apologizing, their eyes met. Not only did he recognize their voice, he also recognized their face. While he slowly let go of them, his mouth started falling agape. He had so many words he wanted to say but none of them came out. Prompto was in shock. Their appearance had changed so much. Their cheeks were a bit more hollow, sunken in lightly and their entire face seemed sharper. One glance at their arm was enough for him to see right through them. He could tell they had been struggling with their weight - and he immediately blamed himself.

After his fake-girlfriend gasped because her plate was still in Prompto's S/O's hands, they quickly put the plate in front of her and hurried away. Prompto was left staring after them. The celebrities on his table even asked what was going on, if he had known them. And he actually said yes.

Once they were back in the kitchen, tears threatened to fall. In their eyes, Prompto was still a very charming person - yet, he hurt them so badly. And, six, he looked so hot in that suit. A co-worker, one they had hooked up with once, came to their side, asked if everything was okay. They shook it off by saying the plates were so warm, they burned their skin. Luckily, he bought it and they could resume their work.

But from there on out, everything fell apart. Preparing the desserts was more of a struggle than it should've been. It was the easiest meal. Eventually, the same co-worker told them to clean dirty dishes instead of continue with the desserts - which was embarrassing them greatly. They were supposed to be the head of the team and order people to do stuff - not get ordered around because they couldn't cope with seeing their past boyfriend.

Nonetheless, they tried to appreciate that their co-worker was trying to help. But in return, they were sent out once again. To the same table, too. But this time, they just pretended to have forgotten which table to go to and went to a different one. Therefore someone else delivered the desserts to Prompto's table. Sure, they got in trouble for it but they were gladly taking it if it meant they wouldn't have to see Prompto and his current girlfriend.

While the entire team was already cleaning up the kitchen, including Prompto's S/O, a complaint was brought to their attention. Someone claimed to have a dessert full of hairs. Being the head of the team for the evening, Prompto's S/O was sent out to talk to the customer and find a proper solution. Although they weren't feeling up for it anymore, they went for it. Refusing it would've only caused more trouble that they really didn't need.

Preparing themselves for an angry customer, they tried to come up with nice solutions - what they didn't know was that it was Prompto complaining. He wanted to see them one more time and get a chance at talking to them. As they opened the door, the smile they had put on to seem like someone that genuinely cared about their customer's complaint faded and they eyes widened.

"I.. I need to talk to you" he said, watching them intently, gulping from fear they'd run of.

"What're you doing here?" they immediately returned, stepping out and closing the door behind them to ensure no one would witness this.

"Please.. Give me a chance to explain my situation to you" he begged, folding his hands together in a praying manner, "Let us go to a bar nearby and.. Grab a drink or something."

"Do you really think I'd go to a bar with you after what you've done?" they snapped, rolling their eyes as their body started shaking.

"I'd invite you to my place but I know that sounds wr-"

"It sure does sound like you've got wrong intentions" they interrupted him, "I-.. I'm at work right now. I won't go grab a drink with you."

"Then please let us set a date and meet up - I .. I need to speak to you" he continued to beg.

"Prompto, we're through. You chose to cheat on me for four months straight - hell, even on our 8 year anniversary. Do you really think I could just ignore this and go out with you?!" they lightly raised their voice, whisper-shouting at him.

"It's not a date of any sort, I really just want to-"

"No! You're dating that bitch anyway - I refuse to let you play with my heart again" they cut him off, frowning deeply while their heart actually fluttered.

Throughout their whole journey of getting better, he was always on their mind. They couldn't move on yet. 8 years were too hard to just forget. Not even one night stands could make them forget. No matter how hard they fought their feelings, they were still very much present. And they were well aware that, that was wrong. They shouldn't still harbor feelings for him.. But they couldn't help it. Now they just had to use their head instead of their heart, actively decide against him.

"I'm not-.. Can I at least have 5 minutes of your time? Please.. I really just want to explain this whole thing to you.." he murmured, sounding like he was about to cry, "I miss you."

Feeling their heart skip a beat, they exhaled loudly: "Goddammit, Prompto. You have 3 minutes. You already wasted 2 just talking about gibberish, get to the point."

Nodding, Prompto was quick to grab their arm. Although it was a sudden move, he was trying his best to be gentle. He in no way wanted to hurt them.

"Follow me, we.. I can't say this in public.." he murmured, striding towards a storeroom.

Even though they certainly didn't want to at first, they gave in and followed him into the room. Fortunately, no one was inside and they could lock in. And that's exactly what Prompto did to avoid anyone interrupting.

"I know this seems sketchy.. But.. I'm sure you'll understand," he breathed out, glancing around the room, checking it for possible security cameras - but none were installed.

"You better have a good explanation" they groaned, snatching their arm out of his grip.

"Oh.. I'm sorry.." he apologized the second he realized he was still holding on to them.

"Just get on with what you have to say.." they growled, "I have work to do. I'm getting paid for this."

"I'm - .. I'm not actually dating her. It's just for the public eye.. We both signed a contract over 7 months. The fans like us together and.. We're both profiting from this" he explained, biting his lip hard, "I admit, I was dating her for roughly a month after.. We.. Broke up.. But, oh, by the six, (Y/N),.. I miss you so much."

"You do realize I could expose you right about now.." they replied.

"I know how good hearted you are and that you wouldn't do that" he replied, glancing right into their eyes.

"You know nothing.." they returned, avoiding his gaze because they knew he was right.

"(Y/N), I.. I was such a fool for even thinking about hurting you this bad. And I want you to know that I..- you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. I don't know why I ever thought it'd be okay to cheat on you. I don't know what got into me.. I don't know why I did it.. Over and over again," he apologized, gently grazing against their hand with his own, "I regret everything I did and that I harmed you. I swear, if I could turn back time, I'd never touch her again.. It was the thrill, I was being stupid. So fucking stupid. I hate how much I hurt you."

Inhaling sharply from the gentle touch, their eyes started tearing up. Their walls were falling.

"This means nothing to me.." they mumbled, desperately trying to convince themselves that this was the truth, that they truly didn't care about what he said - but they did, "You just realized what you had.. Because I'm gone."

"That's true.. partly" he agreed, "What I did was indescribably wrong - I knew that the moment I saw how your world was tearing apart when you caught us. I don't know why I thought it'd be okay before. I realize now, that I never worshipped you as much as I should have. You've always been so good to me, so supportive.. You're such a wonderful person. You deserved so much better.. I really want to make everything up to you."

"You can't" they shook their head before lowering it, knowing that their heart really wanted him to find a way to make it all up but hearing their brain shout that they shouldn't give him another chance.

"Please, (Y/N). I.. I still love you" he admitted, carefully taking on of their hands in his, "Your calming voice, your lovely eyes, your adorable smile and that cute giggle.. I miss you."

Tears involuntarily streamed down their cheeks, dropping into their clothes one by one. Part of them wanted to hear all this, the other part didn't. Their heart started aching, longing for his attention while also hurting from what they witnessed.

"I miss taking photos of you, calling them my masterpiece, the project I never want to finish. And I miss going on trips with you and all the laughing when we fail to set up a tent. And all the random video games we play together.. Where it's usually you that lets me win all the games" he smiled to himself sadly, "You've always been good a champ at beating me up in Street Fighter. But I also miss watching you play Kings Knight. You were always so enthusiastic. I miss everything we did together."

With each word, they started feeling worse, yet better at the same time. All those memories warmed their heart, yet broke it seconds later. They missed him as well. He still held their heart.

"I miss holding you, cuddling with you, kissing you.." he whispered, gently leaning his forehead against theirs, "I miss you so unbelievably much. You're the light of my life. You've always been.. And I think you know how much you helped me… saved me even. I'm regret ever daring to hurt you.. You don't deserve that. You're such a diamond, so perfect. So utterly beautiful."

While they furiously wiped their tears away with their free hand, Prompto intertwined their fingers on their other hand.

"Please, give me a chance to prove my love for you. I promise, I will do everything I possibly can to help you trust me again" he begged, lifting his free hand to help them wipe their tears away.

Feeling his familiar, warm hands against their skin just made everything worse. He knew he had them wrapped around his finger.

"Prompto.. How do I know you're not lying to me again?" they whispered through their tears, "You've screwed me over for four months before - you could just be lying to me again.."

"Baby, let me show you.. Please.." he begged softly, closing his eyes as he squeezed their hand.

Closing their eyes tightly, they sobbed. Internally, they were fighting against themselves. Heart versus head. Feelings versus conscience.

"I love you. I always have. I always will" he mumbled, lifting their hands towards his chest, "My heart's beating for you."

Their knees started getting weak at the sudden feeling of his covered chest. They were overwhelmed.

"Your time's up.." they whispered, almost whining because they were so torn.

"From 9th grade until now.. You've always been my favorite.." he mumbled, "Please just one more chance.. Please.."

"Prompto your time's up.." they repeated, feeling their shell crack entirely.

"(Y/N), I'll do everything I possibly can for yo-" he whispered, but they cut him off once again.

"Your time is up!" they cried out, pushing him away lightly while their tears overwhelmed them entirely - they didn't want to hear him speak any longer.

To keep themselves from falling, they quickly clung on to his shoulders, even ended up falling against his chest. Although their body should be strong enough to hold them up, they were feeling just as weak as they did when their eating disorder was at it's worst. Prompto immediately shut up and wrapped his arms around their fragile body.

"I fucking hate you" they cried while they clutched onto his shoulders, squeezing them lightly.

"D..- Do you..?" he asked, his voice breaking at the sight of his S/O breaking down.

At that, they were quick to shake their head. They knew they loved him. There was no denying that. After they regained some strength, they put a little distance between their bodies and glanced up into his beautiful blue eyes. That he had tears in his own eyes almost made them cry again. For that moment, they completely forgot that they were still technically at work and had some cleaning to do… and that at least 15 minutes had passed by now. Even though they tried to resist, their eyes still lowered to his lips. They still seemed so kissable to them. For a split second, their feelings took over and they pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. One kiss turned into two.. Or three.. Four, five… six. They ended up making out right there in that storage room. Both their feelings for each other took over.

[slight nsfw content ahead - they do the do]

Within a few minutes, Prompto was busy nibbling on their neck, specifically caressing their favorite spot. Meanwhile, they succumbed to his touches. His hands traveled all over their body, slowly stripping them from all pieces of clothing. Their hands surely did the same. It didn't take long before the former couple was naked, surrounded by piles of clothes. Both took a moment to admire the body in front of them. Although they hoped to have all the time in the world, time wasn't exactly what they had. Nonetheless, their need for each other was stronger than ever. The desire, longing for one another was beyond obvious. After ensuring both were fine with where this was going, consent was given, they couldn't hold back any longer. The moment they felt him inside of them, they almost lost it. Keeping fairly quiet sure was a huge challenge. Him inside of them was exactly what they needed. Prompto definitely knew how to take care of them. It was truly unfortunate that they were in a hurry. After a heated 15 minutes, both were breathless but certainly satisfied.

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"Oh.. Six.. Fuck.. Can I have your.. Number?" he shyly asked, trying to regain his breath while he started putting on clothes.

"Y-yeah.. It's [insert random number]" they coldly replied, in shock of what just happened, on cloud nine but unable to process that they just had sex.

Once he took out his phone, realized he had 8 missed calls by his "girlfriend" he started to panic and groaned.

"Shit, I have to hurry.." he whispered, quickly entering their number into his phone, "Please.. Stay in touch with me. We can always take this slow."

Nodding, they slowly began to process that they were getting back with their ex - which was something they originally wanted to avoid. Their conscience said no, their heart screamed yes.

"I have to go now.. That bitch is looking for me" he announced, sighing loudly while he buttoned up his shirt.

"O-okay" they stuttered, hopping into their pants.

"I'll call you later, okay?" he suggested, gently placing a hand on their upper arm.

"S-sure" they agreed, smiling lightly.

"Great" he smiled at them before kissing them quickly, "Thank you for this. I genuinely appreciate it."

"Yeah.." they just replied, unsure of what to say, still too overwhelmed.

After that, Prompto left the room and they continued to dress. The moment they headed back into the kitchen, people were glaring at them, asking where they'd been and what took so long. Thanks to a series of lies, they managed to get out of the situation.

Once they got home and patiently waited for Prompto's call, it didn't come. After waiting for hours they came to the conclusion that he used them. He didn't call them that night. All the worries and self-doubt clouded up their mind again, making them cry for the second time that night.

A/N: How do you want this story to go on? For a third and (probably) final part you can jump in action and choose their future. Click on this link (it’s a strawpoll, no registration/info needed + it’s anonymous) and vote for your choice. ^^ You have until the 19th December to vote, the poll will be deleted after that date.The poll is closed! Thank you everyone that participated! :3

I’ve always wanted to include you into how my stories progress and therefore really wanted to try this. Feel free to give me feedback :D

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Masterlist ; 1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Gladio cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

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mongniel · 7 years

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broken record

member: kang daniel genre: angst summary: you no longer wanted to be daniel’s nurse whenever he experienced heartbreak. requested: nope, but i wrote this because of hime from @hime-hana. so yeah, i guess this is dedicated to the fake hoe that keeps telling me that she loves me but doesn’t. warning: mentions of sexual/inappropriate comments, bullying a/n: another angst scenario. sue me. also, this is my first paragraph written scenario... pls be kind. thanks @ everyong for helping me with my little block too!!

“you’re seriously not going to listen to me?” you didn’t mean to sound demanding, but daniel just disregarded your opinion after years of friendship. and for what? some girl with big tits he had a crush on since senior year of high school?

you saw with your own two eyes how she was flirting with minhyun the other day, and not long before that, jaehwan. you didn’t have any photographic proof but you thought telling him was enough to convince him otherwise.

“no, i’m not going to listen to you. you never liked her since the beginning. you’re probably being dramatic and misjudging her,” daniel dared to roll his eyes, “she likes me too.”

a sigh escaped your lips. it hurt your pride knowing that he was taking some other girl’s side, someone he was just infatuated with. you spent more than half your life with this guy just for him to tell you that what you thought just didn’t matter suddenly because some other hot girl came around.

“you know what? fuck you, daniel. go on that date with her and have fun. get married too with ten kids. just don’t talk to me anymore.”

“you’re fucking kidding me? you’re dropping me because i'm dating someone?” daniel scoffed, “aren’t you being a little dramatic?”

“no, i’m a friend telling you that she’s not worth your fucking time.”

“then who is worth ‘my fucking time’? you? what are you? jealous?”

rolling your eyes to the other side of the room, you kept your mouth shut and looked towards another direction. god, you felt your eyes watering up, but you did your best to suck them back in.

god, you swear he’s done this a thousand times: date the wrong person and comes running back to you all heartbroken. this time was just a little different because you finally have the chance to warn him this time. but... you weren’t going to be here to pick up his pieces anymore because you were just done...

“just... fuck you,” your voice came out a little softer than you wanted it to be, “i’m not jealous, but i don’t want to see you come to me hurt and lost again especially when i can warn you this time. if you like her so much, then go ahead. i’m not going to be the one picking up your phone calls anymore.”

“i’m not going to be calling!”

you rushed out of the room before your tears started streaming down your face. this was the worst the two of you have fought. daniel was never the stubborn type either. he’s usually the one that would come to your house and ask to talk things out, but it seems like you took that for granted.

even five months laters, he never showed up at your door. he never called your phone, like he said. you two hardly ever crossed paths anymore. truth be told and sad to say, you two almost forgot about each other by the third month.

it was horrible at first though. you really waited for him to tell you that you were right, that the other girl meant nothing. he chose her over you and you tried really hard to numb your feelings. you acted mad. you were outraged that kang daniel dropped a friendship like his and yours.

all was stable after a month. you had other friends that distracted you from whatever you were feeling in the beginning. disappointment? distraught? loneliness? yearning...

“hey, honey, i haven’t seen daniel around lately. is he doing alright?” your mom asked.

you froze in place, hearing your mom mentioning someone who haven’t spoken to in months. “uh... maybe? we kind of grew apart a few months back,” you confessed while trying to make an escape to your room.

“really? kang daniel? you guys stuck together like glue since... elementary school was it?” she said before you could run off.

“yeah, well, shit happens,” you mumbled to yourself before rushing off.

elementary school was when you met kang daniel, the chubby kid a lot of kids teased and didn’t bother trying to befriend him. he had those awkward looking glasses that were too small for his face and often was the kid that teachers struggle to find a partner when being put into pairs.

you got to know him when your teacher rearranged the seating chart and you two were seated next to each other. during snack time, you saw he brought egg jellies and it was your first time seeing them.

“wow! that’s so cool. i never tried them before. i have peach jellies. do you want to trade?”

daniel had a rattled expression on his face as if he was stunned you were even talking to him. he nodded rapidly and handed you a couple of his jellies. that’s what started it all: you hanging out with daniel, holding his hand during field trips, eating with together. he was the best, sweetest, cutest, kindest person in elementary school.

thinking back on that memory had you in discomfort. everything was so simple back then unlike now. now, you guys weren’t talking because ‘love’ was far greater than friendship.

it’s hard for you to believe it, but daniel’s relationship ended up lasting longer than you anticipated. there were times you’d see them across campus holding hands with pretty smiles on their faces, even sharing short kisses. you really should be happy for him. he got what he wanted. maybe even proved you wrong.

and maybe that alone hurt you.

he was happy without you, smiling without you, living his life without you. you felt like you had a small insignificant role in his life. meanwhile in yours, he was the main. the “one that got away”?

you were stubborn and selfish, and your ego was getting in your way of apologizing to him. maybe you were the one that needed to reevaluate yourself and test whether you were even worthy of having him as a friend (not that you guys were anymore), but you didn’t. you left things unsaid and unsolved.

so did you really deserve a call from him that one saturday night?

“hello?”

you picked up a lot faster than you should’ve, but you were watching a marathon of cat videos on your phone with the lights off in your room when you got his call.

“you listen here,” daniel’s words were slurred and hard to hear. it was clear he had too much to drink and feelings harbored.

“daniel, where are you?” you were genuinely worried.

from the past, you know how insane daniel gets when he drinks a little too much. you’re pretty much the whole reason why he hasn’t died from being drunk yet.

“i... you left me,” his voice was getting softer, “you hurt me.”

“daniel, please tell me where you are,” you begged.

“so, you can leave me again?” he raised his voice slightly to present his anger.

“no, daniel, so i can run back to you like i always do.”

his side of the line was silent for a bit. you were anxious and your heart was pounding out of worry. in your head, you begged and hoped he was more in his right mind to tell you his location.

“i’m in hongdae. the usual place...”

hanging up, you rushed over quickly. you ran out to the street waving your hand like you were mental for a taxi. you imagined the worse, daniel hurting someone else, daniel breaking everything, daniel hurting himself.

you pleaded the taxi driver to go faster and when you got there, you tossed the first big bill you had in your wallet and ran out to find him. it didn’t take much time. to your surprised, daniel wasn’t throwing a tantrum. daniel wasn’t yelling at anyway. daniel wasn’t hurting himself.

he was just sitting at his table alone, probably waiting for you. you let out the biggest sigh of relief and walked over to him. your cheeks were red from the running and panicking.

daniel’s usual warm eyes were empty when he gazed over at you. you didn’t know what to say to him. your mind was drawing a blank, but you knew you were happy to see him. he was there. well and alive.

“she was cheating on me,” he mumbled, only just enough for you to hear.

and like a broken record, you told him that everything was going to be okay and your arms wrapped around him, comforting him from yet another heartbreak.

#kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #kang daniel

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cxlvins · 4 years

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...000. INTRODUCTION.

helloooo lovelies ! my name is evan (he/him), i’m twenty-two and from the gmt timezone ! i’m super excited for this to open because i’ve got so much muse right now. i’m down for any and all plots, seriously, i love plotting ! this is calvin, he’s an angry mess of a character, but he’s fun to play, so ! if you just wanna get to know the character, you can skip past the other sections and just focus on personality, i’ve also put some wanted connections in there too ! if you would like to plot, then either shoot me a message here or on discord (heterosexual? how vintage!#8600) or alternatively, like this post and i will message you !

caution: alcohol, drugs, mental health, death.

›› ✱ xavier serrano, cismale, he/him. you’ve met calvin marx, right? they’re around twenty-three and a twitch streamer. they’re all about thrift store clothing and the faint smell of cologne and cigarettes, hence why they’re known as the spitfire around town. everyone knows them to be pretty gregarious but i’ve heard they’re actually sort of volatile, too… don’t tell them i said that, okay?

...001. BRIEF HISTORY.

calvin grew up very underprivileged for the first 11 years of his life in brooklyn, ny.

these issues remained untreated, due to his mother putting it down to the ‘boys will be boys’ ideology, and concluding that calvin was just an energetic one at that.

calvin, his sister and mother were all moved to his home in cherrybrooks, which calvin struggled to adjust to, as he missed his friends back north.

now having access to as much money as he want led him down an early path into experimenting with drugs and alcohol, which soon became a bad habit.

although he wanted to drop out of school, his new step-father would not allow it, which became a large source of conflict for the family over the course of the next few years.

...002. PERSONALITY.

calvin is very much a boys boy, he genuinely abides by the bible of ‘ bros before hoes ‘ because he’s stupid.

...003. TRAITS.

[ G R E G A R I O U S ] (+) — a person fond of company; sociable.

[ I N T U I T I V E ] (+) — using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

[ F O R T H R I G H T ] (+) — direct and outspoken.

[ V O L A T I L E ] (-) — liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse.

[ V E N G E F U L ] (-) — not willing to forgive or excuse people’s faults or wrongdoings.

[ H E D O N I S T I C ] (-) — engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; sensually self-indulgent.

...004. WANTED CONNECTIONS.