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parkers-gal · 3 years

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omg i love your styles!reader fics (and your writing in general, you’re so talented) !! can you do blurb where tom and styles!reader have been married for like a year or two and they tell their families that they’re expecting and then maybe flash forward to when the baby is born and harry cries meeting them?

combined requests: hi can u do a dad tom and reader. and they have a baby shower for the reader. I love all your story’s btw:)

wc: 2k

requests are open (love you // hope u like this)

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“Are you excited?”

“I’m nervous.” You let out a measly laugh while Tom’s left hand moved from gripping your thigh to hovering above your lower abdomen.

You weren’t showing yet, of course. It had only been a few weeks since the two of you had found out. Two years into your marriage and the two of you had discussed to start trying for a family. You’d never told anyone that, so you expected the announcement to be quite a surprise for everyone.

Tom was a very private guy, especially growing up in the public eye. His family was off limits, and the minute you came into the picture, that trait only amplified. Now that you were married, he’d been a bit more private about his marriage life, especially around his family. It was a weird dynamic at first, because Tom is a very open man who loves his family very much.

But he also knows his family isn’t a private one when it comes to the media, and involving you would mean every aspect of your life would be outed. And he didn’t want that, so the two of you weren’t ridiculously close with either of your families.

It was a weird detail, really. One you didn’t really notice until a year after your marriage.

It was even weirder, however, that there happened to be an entire week where both your family and Tom’s family were available for a lunch date. Harry was usually writing an album or prepping for a tour, and you were glad he kept himself busy. Tom and his younger brother would usually be working on a project together, so having everyone home was exciting and nerve wracking.

“They’re all gonna know we’ve had sex.”

“I think they knew before,” He chuckled at your reaction, mouth ajar while you slapped his upper arm playfully.

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Sure, blame the guy who knocks you up.”

“Okay, mister.” You shuffle his curls, which are arranged messily for a Saturday.

Fifteen minutes later and the two of you are walking into the Holland household. You can already hear your brother’s minged shouts and hollers about whatever conversation he must be having with Harry, Tom’s brother. You’re quite certain you’ve never seen such a British interaction.

“The all-star couple is finally here!”

“Hey!” Harry drags out the end syllables while he brings you into a sloppy hug. “Baby sis.”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” You laugh at his tone, the words foriegn for him.

“Yeah, that was weird as fuck the minute I said it.”

You glanced over to Tom, who was hugging his brothers and his mother. You grinned as you made your way over to them, embracing them just as he had before linking your hand with Tom’s and sitting in a patio chair beside his.

“How is everything in your married-life?”

“Low-key, really.” You admitted, it was true. The first few months had been exhausting yet fulfilling, but now you felt yourself settling down for the long run. Tom could feel it too, especially with the unannounced baby Holland on the way.

“Yeah, mum,” He bit into a snickerdoodle. “Not much going on for us.”

“Didn’t you just wrap that upcoming film?”

“The London one, yeah.” He nods along and you get lost in conversation with Sam and Elysia. They’ve been together for quite awhile, and you suspect their own wedding might be within the near future.

You’re about an hour into the lunch when you make eye contact with Tom, communicating without words. He stands up, wiping his hands off on a napkin before pulling you up.

“We have… some new to share.”

Eyes glance up to the only two people standing at the table, and Harry (your brother) swallows a bite of bread before encouraging you. “Well, get on with it then.”

Your mom whips the back of his head, and you laugh. Gemma chuckles at them before glancing at you inquisitively. You’re very open with her, but from the look on your face, she knows this is something nobody else knows of.

“We are very happy to announce….” You start it, but urge Tom to finish what you cannot.

“That the newest member of the Holland-Styles clan will be coming by the end of this year.”

You watch as mouth’s drop open in the final realization at what this means. Gemma sits back in her chair, left hand above her chest, against her shirt with wide eyes and mouth ready to catch flies. You smile in excitement, and Nikki and your mom stand quickly for hugs, pushing their chairs back as they scrape against the concrete of the backyard patio.

Tom’s hand is linked to yours still, and when you momentarily let go, you feel almost abandoned and lost without him.

After a few rounds of accepting ‘congratulations!’you realize your brother has yet to move from his seat. When you glance at him after everyone’s settled back down, he’s looking in his lap. Gemma catches on, and so does Sam. Eventually, all eyes are on the Styles boy.

“Har?” You speak hesitantly in the tense situation. “You okay?”

When he picks his head up, he sniffles and you notice his red eyes. You jutt a lip out as you hear a few of the girls vocally “aw” at his state. He stands quickly, chair scraping just as everyone else’s had, and he makes his way over you.

You get lost in his embrace, hugging him tightly. He’s still crying slightly as he whispers a few words into your ears. He’s emotional upon realizing he’ll be an uncle in just a few months, emotional upon realizing you’ve grown up so much from the little girl that used to rub frosting on his nose and dimples.

You rub his back soothingly, and when you separate he gives you a weak smile. He maneuvers around you to hug your husband, who chuckles when he’s embraced roughly, tightly. Their hands are each on each other’s back, and a memory flashes in your mind, one of your wedding, when Harry cried so much you had to ask someone to buy more tissues.

You’re nostalgic about today’s encounter, and you don’t know what to expect when the baby really does come.

You’re seven months along, baby bump big as ever. Tom’s almost as protective as Tessa now that you’re so far along. As far as cliches go, you’ve just arrived to a basically surprise baby shower. You know it must’ve taken Tom weeks to plan something like this, and it must’ve been even harder to keep it a secret from you.

You kiss his forehead when you finally see why you’re at his mom’s house. Both yours and his moms are conversing in the corner after greeting the two of you. There’s a table of presents beside a snack area. You can see a few of your craving-snacks, and you hug Tom as best you can. He kisses your temple.

There’s not many people here, only your closest friend circle and your family members. You see Harry and Gemma in the corner, and make your way over to your siblings with a smile. You're swollen with the baby bump, so you’re not moving as fast, but you’re just as excited.

“Baby on the way,” You announce as you hug them. “Thanks for doing this, guys.” You blush as you gesture to everything around you. Harry shrugs with a cocky smile, and Gemma smiles lovingly. You see Sam and Elysia heading towards you, and Gemma makes her way to the snack table for some lemonade.

“Y/N!” Elysia drags out your name in excitement, hugging you carefully. “How is everything?”

“Ugh,” You groan jokingly, a hand rubbing up and down your bump. “Exhausting, really. She’s a handful.”

She smiles, and Sam’s hand stays on the small of her back as she leans into him. He excuses himself momentarily, and you lean in close to Elysia when he’s gone.

“Are you two engaged?”

She looks at you with a blush before shaking her head. “No… but I feel like he’s going to propose soon.”

You squeal and try your hardest not to cry. “Man, these hormones are crazy.” She laughs, nodding along. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had made his way over to the two older brothers of the Holland family. They’re sipping beer by the patio sliding door.

“Hey, guys.” The boys look up at the sound of Sam’s soft voice. He’s almost hushed, and they use context to realize he looks a bit serious.

“What’s up?” Harry’s hand pats his shoulder as if to comfort his anxious state.

Same turns his head to look at Elysia, who’s across the yard talking to you. “I think I’m going to propose soon.” Tom nearly chokes on his drink. “What? Man, that’s amazing!” He’s whispering out, breathing erratically from excitement.

Harry stares out, blinking in surprise. He’d seen in coming, but that would never amount to the realization that the Holland boys are growing up. “Do you have a ring or something?” They huddle close as Sam brings them closer in response to Harry’s question.

He pulls out a velvet box from an inner-jacket pocket. When he opens the case, they gasp in awe.

“Man,” Tom pats his back again, lovingly. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, man. I’m nervous.” He wipes his hands on his thighs as he hides the ring in his clothes again.

“Don’t worry.” Harry glances over at the two of you. “She loves you so much. You’re gonna get the happy ending.”

They continue talking until your mum, Anne, announces it’s time to open a few presents. You reunite with Tom for the first time since arriving, trying not to come off as too flustered, but you know you are. You know you’ll cry — and dramatically too, because your hormones are off the radar — if anyone gives you a really meaningful present.

You open a few, some just basic cleaning supplies for diaper-care, others range from cute clothes to bedding sheets. When you open Harry’s gift, it’s a CD case with a picture of the Styles family on the cover.

When you open the case, you see a message in print. He’d written you a few songs, for Tom and the baby too. You nearly burst into tears as you stand up as quickly as possible. Tom helps you stand while you make your way over to your older brother, hugging him as if your life depends on it.

“You’re gonna be a great uncle, Harry.”

***

When they said the birth process was painful, they didn’t mention how much. Tom fainted about an hour and a half into it, after glancing where he shouldn’t have. You laughed while the doctors got him standing again. He was by your side for the entire time, and when you finally gave your last push, the two of you heard the wales of your sweet baby girl.

“Did so well, love.” You’d heard him whisper while he kissed your sweaty forehead.

Seven hours later, you were sitting up after having just slept for a good amount of time. Scarlet was sleeping calmly in your arms. Tom was squeezed onto the bed next to you, arms carefully wrapped around your exhausted body. He’d cried four times already.

“Ma’am, your families are here.” A nurse had come into the room with a small smile before opening the door wider to allow visitors in.

Harry and Gemma were first up. They’d been here the longest, having received a call when they were closer to the hospital than everyone else.

You glanced up when you heard Harry gasp. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, tip toeing over to the bed, seating himself in one of the chairs.

“C- can I hold her?” You nod, handing him the small child. He graciously takes her in his tattoo covered arms, holding her head cautiously while he coos at her. She wakes momentarily to giggle at the new arms. He visibly pouts, and when you notice water on Scarlet, you grow worried.

But all of that is washed down the drain when you see Harry’s red, teary eyes. He smiles happily, even through the tears, and you breathe out a laugh through your own cries.

“She looks just like you.”

You wipe a tear away, reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“Just like you.”

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ailelie · 3 years

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strong

It starts when Jirou overhears a conversation between Aizawa and Present Mic that could be flirty or not. This leads to a lunchtime discussion of flirty vs. friendly and whether or not the two teachers are each other's types. This then spins into a conversation about "types" in general.

Lunch ends before Todoroki is forced to answer with his own "type."

Class is a special lecture on heroism and psychology. This brings up the cycle of abuse and Todoroki's mental "no."

After dinner, the conversation lazily turns back to types and Todoroki gets called out for not giving his before. "Strong," he says. He gets teased for not giving more--hair color, sense of humor, hobbies, gender--and he's like "those aren't important." Likes? Dislikes? They push. Then he thinks and shakes his head. Strong encompasses everything important.

Eventually the conversation circles back to the instigating situation: Aizawa and Present Mic: Flirty or Friendly? The students start to scheme and this draws in Mina who pulls in the rest of the squad.

Bakugou thinks the whole thing is stupid. Todoroki is surprised to agree with him. Bakugou also points out that even if they are, maybe they don't want anyone to know. And, besides, what does it matter? (Secretly Bakugou knows he isn't straight and he'd hate to be outed by nosy idiots).

Next day, they're assigned a project. They can work in groups. Groups form and discussions, but the project conversation keeps slipping back to the schemes. Todoroki accidentally makes eye contact with Bakugou and it seems he is just as exasperated. Then Bakugou asks the teacher if they can change up groups if they want to do something else for the project. Teacher says "yes" as long as they finalize groups by the end of the period. Then he asks if he can work alone. That is a "no." So Bakugou considers his options (Yaoyorozu’s group would be focused, but he does not want to work with Iida, etc) and ends up approaching Todoroki who is looking about as miserable as his face allows at his own table. Bakugou confirms he isn't in on the scheme yet and says they should work together instead. Todoroki agrees, much to the surprise and dismay of his friends. He just wants to get the project done.

Near the end of the period, Shinsou drops into a chair by them and says they have to be less annoying than Aoyama's group. And then asks why they peeled off from the others. Bakugou says the rest are too focused on whether or not the teachers are dating. Shinsou suppresses a smirk and says "They aren't." "Like I care?" "We're not talking about that," Todoroki says, pulling them back to the project.

They hash out a study schedule for the project. They've got a month to pull it all together. Finding a quiet place to study is difficult, though.

There is training. Todoroki watches Bakugou finish up a set and comments, "You're strong." Bakugou a bit high on endorphins and beating his personal best just says "No shit."

When their study spot is basically invaded for the third time in a row, Shinsou groans and says he might have somewhere they can study instead. He just has to ask first. Bakugou frowns because that reminds him of an option, too. So, until Shinsou can figure out whether his idea will work, they decide to try working on their project at Bakugou’s house.

Todoroki sees how Bakugou and his mother interact, which reminds him of the lesson on cycles of abuse. On the train back to UA he asks, out of nowhere, “Do you think all kids end up like their parents?”

Shinsou and Bakugou immediately answer “No.” Todoroki is like, “But your mother…” / “But nothing. That’s just how we talk. What’s the point in sulking around or hiding what you mean?” The two then glance to Shinsou who’s just like, “My parents abandoned me. I hope I can clear that bar.” / Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit at that, but he only says, “Yeah. We decide what we’re like. Not them.”

And for the second time that week, Todoroki thinks strong.

A few days later, Shinsou announces he has a place they can study, but it is top secret so they can’t tell anyone. The other two agree. (Bakugou’s house isn’t bad, but it isn’t super close either. Walking distance is much better than a train). So after classes, he walks them away from UA, into the nearby neighborhood, and to an apartment.

Inside the apartment is Present Mic with his hair wet and down, frowning over some papers with a grading pen in his hand. He glances up when Shinsou flicks on the hall light. Shinsou signs something and Mic replies and gets up. “Wha--” Todoroki starts to ask quietly and Bakugou replies before Shinsou can, “He’s going to put his hearing aids back in.” “You sign?” Shinsou asks, surprised. “I’m probably going to be deaf by the time I’m 30,” Bakugou replies with forced nonchalance. “I figured I should learn before I had to.” “You should talk with Yamada.” Bakugou raises his brows. “You live with Yamada?” Meanwhile Todoroki is looking around the room and notices the photographs. “And Aizawa?” he adds. Shinsou just smirks again. “You’ll see.”

Present Mic returns with his hair pulled back. “I didn’t realize today was study day,” he says with a bright smile. “Why don’t you take your friends to the table, Hitoshi? I’ll put together a snack.” He does just that and then returns to the living room and his grading. The whole thing reminds Todoroki of Bakugou’s mother when she and Bakugou weren’t arguing. And he asks, carefully because he knows he misses social cues, “Is Mr. Yamada your father?”

This, of all things, is what flusters Shinsou. “Adopted,” he says. “He and Aizawa.” Bakugou laughs. “So that’s why they’re not dating. They’re married?” Shinsou confirms this and reinforces the secrecy.

At some point Aizawa returns to the apartment and Hizashi invites Todoroki and Bakugou to stay for dinner. Then Aizawa offers to walk them back to UA before he goes on patrol. “We won’t say anything,” Todoroki promises; he knows the value of secrets. Then, after a long minute, Bakugou adds, quietly, “But maybe you should? It’d have been nice to know sooner it wasn’t impossible.” Aizawa only nods. He walks them to the gates and tells them to get to bed.

On his way to his room, Todoroki realizes the implications of what Bakugou had said and once again marvels at his strength. Speaking out against a teacher and professional hero, revealing something about himself like that--compounded with his self-confidence and drive and physical fitness…

Todoroki sinks onto his bed and thinks oh.

Once the thought is there, he has trouble not paying attention to Bakugou. It is a Problem.

He is not subtle. Bakugou calls him out on it and Todoroki answers honestly, “I want to understand you.” Like Bakugou is some kind of complicated puzzle.

Really, the only thing keeping Todoroki from becoming the center of attention as everyone tries to understand why Bakugou is the center of his attention is that the flirty v. friendly now duelling schemes are still on. By this point the teachers know. Yamada is having fun with it. Aizawa is ignoring it.

And Todoroki and Bakugou have dinner at their apartment about twice a week. The project ends (and they ace it), but this routine persists.

It is strange watching the two teachers interact with Shinsou. Todoroki even watches Aizawa and Shinsou train one afternoon and is again resentful about his father and own training. And it builds. They go to the apartment and everyone is so nice and family like. And the teachers ask Shinsou about his grades and tease him over his crush on some girl they never outright name. And it is this fury building. He knows how to swallow back his anger, all of his emotions really, but he’s been letting his guard down more at UA and apparently he’s forgotten the trick of it when he has this much going on inside of him (because it isn’t just the fury; it is also his confusion about Bakugou, his worries about his mother, etc). And on the way back to UA, he quietly demands to know why Aizawa never hurt Shinsou during training.

Why didn’t he hurt him? Why didn’t he insult him? Why? He’s crying but doesn’t realize it. Bakugou is frozen. And then Aizawa is hugging him and suggesting that they return to the apartment and talk instead. Todoroki is calming but everything is still spinning around him. Aizawa asks if Bakugou can return to UA alone and Todoroki surprises himself by saying “No. He can come.” Because Todoroki has no idea what he feels about Bakugou, not really, but he knows the other boy is strong and right now he needs strength.

They return. Yamada sees them and murmurs that he’ll make tea. Aizawa takes Todoroki to the couch. Shinsou signs to Bakugou asking what happened. Bakugou replies that he has no idea. Icyhot (and yes, Todoroki’s name signs are that combination) just started crying. Aizawa interrupts the conversation by asking Bakugou to join Todoroki on the couch. Yamada brings in tea and Aizawa starts asking questions. Bakugou isn’t sure what he’s doing there until he feels Todoroki lean very slightly against his shoulder. A cat jumps into his lap. His voice is basically a monotone, but Bakugou realizes he’s still freaked out. And, as he listens to what he’s saying, he realizes why. Shinsou sits on the floor on Todoroki’s other side and leans his shoulder against Todoroki’s knees.

And after the talking is done and Todoroki is staring down at his cold, undrunk tea and the teachers are in the kitchen talking silently. Bakugou says, “You will never be your old man, Icyhot. I’d kick your ass if you tried.” For some reason this makes Todoroki huff a small laugh. “Good.”

The teachers return. They have extra futons. The boys will stay the night and they’ll discuss everything in the morning. They move the couch and lay out the futons. Shinsou sleeps in his own room, so it is just Bakugou and Todoroki.

Todoroki can’t sleep. Now that he’s calmed from his earlier fury and breakdown, panic is setting in. He can’t believe what he just did. Bakugou notices and, instead of insulting him, asks if he wants to learn sign language. They spend about an hour going through the alphabet and basic words until Todoroki is tired enough to sleep.

In the morning, Todoroki refuses to press any charges against his father. The teachers say that they’ll arrange it so that he spends all of his holidays with them or at the school. And say that he has to start meeting with Hound Dog once a week to talk. Todoroki does not like the mandated counseling, but accepts it as his punishment for letting his emotions get the better of him.

The signing lessons continue. Each night, about an hour after curfew, Todoroki slips down to Bakugou’s room and learns sign language. Kirishima knows the sneaking is going on and that Bakugou is giving lessons, but he’s just so proud of Bakugou making friends on his own that he helps cover for them. (He doesn’t know why Todoroki is learning sign, but he doesn’t ask).

The flirty v. friendly schemes are ongoing and yielding mixed results. The debate is annoying. It has been a month, but the growing mountain of contradictory evidence is keeping the conversation alive. Izuku points out that this is the kind of thing Todoroki would normally be all over, but he doesn’t know how to make himself care. He doesn’t care about other people’s romances. He barely cared about his own before Bakugou.

Because that is definitely still a thing. After Bakugou didn’t make fun of him for his breakdown. After he started teaching him sign language every night. He just wants the other boy close. He doesn’t understand his own impulses beyond that. It is enough that he’s even eaten lunch with the Bakusquad a few times.

Meanwhile, Bakugou is opening up to the teachers a bit more. After seeing how they handled Todoroki’s breakdown, he finally takes Shinsou’s advice and mentions his own hearing loss and how it probably wasn’t going to get better. Then one night he brings up what he’d hinted at before. It’s been weeks since then, but he talks about how annoying the schemes have gotten and asks why the teachers don’t just tell everyone and then says that he’s gay and if they’re too cowardly to let little kids know they aren’t alone and anyone can be a hero, then he’ll just do it himself.

On the walk home, Aizawa tells him he’s right and that they’ll think about it. During sign language practice that night, Todoroki tells Bakugou that his friends had asked him before what his type was and that he’d said “strong.” And then he says, “You’re the strongest person I know. I like you.”

And Bakugou is like “you can’t just say something like that” and Todoroki’s just “why not? It’s the truth.” He maybe quotes or references Bakugou’s comment from over a month ago on the train about being direct. So Bakugou asks if they can talk about it tomorrow and Todoroki just nods and asks, “Do you mind if I eat lunch with you tomorrow? I like being close to you.” And Bakugou feels like he’s about to explode of something, but he agrees and all but pushes Todoroki out the door.

Kirishima is returning to his room after staying late in Kaminari’s room playing games. He checks the time. “Lesson end early?” he asks. Todoroki says, “I told him I like him.” Kirishima’s brows raise--”That would do it.”--and he wishes Todoroki a good night. As soon as he’s out of sight, Kirishima lets himself into Bakugou’s room, knowing his friend is not going to be able to process this on his own.

The day happens and isn’t particularly notable. Todoroki has eaten with Bakugou’s friends before, after all. That night, Bakugou says, “Okay. Let’s try this.”

Kirishima, good bro that he is, provides gossip cover by publicly confessing to Yaoyorozu. He wanted someone unlikely who would definitely not return his feelings and who no one in the class would expect. (She accepts. It is a Thing. They go on a date and he explains. When she looks upset, he says that he does admire her; he just never thought of her that way because he figured he didn’t have a chance. He asks her if she wants to try this while also using their relationship to draw away as much attention as possible from Bakugou and Todoroki. Todoroki is her friend, so she agrees. And thus begins their farce covering a real growing friendship and relationship during which they both gain confidence).

Meanwhile Todoroki and Bakugou go on a date. It goes rather well. Except Todoroki still wants closer.

They start cuddling during their nightly lessons, which somehow remain mostly lesson still. Todoroki curls against Bakugou like a cat, mimicking his gestures.

Bakugou talks with Kirishima about things. Todoroki talks with Shinsou. (He’d like to talk with Midoriya, but even he realizes that wouldn’t be the best idea). On weekends, when other students head home to see family, Todoroki stays with his teachers and Shinsou instead of staying in the dorms like he used to. He sleeps on a futon in Shinsou’s room and tells him about dating Bakugou and wanting more, but not knowing what that “more” is. Shinsou suggests kissing. (And maybe privately teases Bakugou about it but Bakugou just flushes and gets agitated and blusters about being careful. And Shinsou, for the first time, calls Todoroki his little brother (actual ages do not matter) and tells Bakugou not to hurt him. Bakugou is both insulted and relieved by this. As if he would).

So the next night Todoroki asks Bakugou to kiss him. So Bakugou, blushing even though (thanks to Shinsou) he’d known this was coming, does. Soft and chaste. He pulls back and Todoroki blinks slowly and says “Again.” Bakugou smirks or grins and kisses him again. This one is not nearly as chaste.

At some point Bakugou tries to be nice and use ‘Todoroki’ instead of a nickname and Todoroki is like ‘I don’t like all of the nicknames, but I like that you don’t use my family name.’ And Bakugou gets it, but the nicknames start getting nicer. Less ‘halfie’ and more things like “strawberry swirl.”

The first time he does this in front of others, Kirishima glares at him and is trying to figure out how to draw the attention away when Yaoyorozu suddenly calls for him using his given name. The whispers shift immediately. And Kirishima, when he recovers his senses, thanks her for her quick thinking.

But such attention drawing doesn’t last forever, especially as Bakugou and Todoroki start gravitating toward each other during school hours (and the lesson portions of their evenings grow shorter and shorter). Then one day when everyone is starting to question them about it (maybe they fell asleep on the couch together in the common room?), Aizawa enters the room and sighs and says, “I hope you’re not concocting another scheme to harass my husband and me.”

Pin drop.

But at least no one cares about Bakugou and Todoroki being friends (or napping together) anymore.

But people will find out soon (and Bakugou is kinda itching to come out now that Aizawa and Present Mic have; it feels too much like backing down if he doesn’t), so Todoroki and Bakugou talk about what they are and what they want. And for Todoroki it is simple. He just wants to be close. And maybe he mentions also not wanting to be his father and that Bakugou reminds him that he doesn’t have to be, that he can be strong. And Bakugou wants to date. He wants to do all the shit people assume he wouldn’t be interested in. And he wants to do that with Todoroki. Plus, Todoroki’s belief in his strength is good. He feels calmer with him around. (So, basically, they’re each a rock for the other; two strong people making each other stronger by reminding each other of their own strengths and believing in one another).

It isn’t love. But it is something.

So, later that night, Bakugou sneaks down to the kitchen and makes a bento for Todoroki. The next day at lunch, when Todoroki is with his friends, he goes over to them and rolls his eyes at the inevitable takeout lunch. “Don’t eat that crap,” he says, pushing it aside and dropping the zaru soba bento in front of Todoroki. “Made this for you.” Todoroki smiles and thanks him. Bakugou kisses his cheek and is pulling away when Todoroki catches his wrist. “Again.” Bakugou laughs and maybe calls him “insatiable” or something and kisses him on the lips before returning to his own table.

(Kirishima and Yaoyorozu were not briefed on this. Their eyes meet in wide panic because they can’t beat that. They’re plotting across the room when Bakugou notices and waves them off.)

And Todoroki’s friends aren’t sure what just happened, so they ask. Todoroki smiles. “I figured out my type,” he tells them. “Bakugou.”

#bnha #todobaku #erasermic #kirishima/yaoyorozu #not!fic #actually wrote this back in jan 2020 but it has just sat in my google drive

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Memories Are Golden

The prom of ‘85 was just one week away. If you asked Steve how much involvement he would’ve have in the event, not even a month ago he would’ve guessed it to be nothing more than maybe taking a flyer home and immediately throwing it in the trash.

Because he wouldn’t be able to go anyways, him and his date didn’t exactly abide by the administration's rules, or society’s, for that matter, so he didn’t care about the whole thing, until last minute, when Nancy had successfully convinced him to be a part of the prom committee with her.

The conversation had basically been a very lengthy guilt trip, he’s well aware of that, and her whole, ‘best moments of our lives’ speech hadn’t really done much to change his mind either.

In the end, Steve had only decided he was going to do it for three reasons: he’d get extra credit in the teacher in charge of prom, the math teachers, class, he wouldn’t have to go to any of his morning classes, and Robin joined in on Nancy’s bullying him because her and Heather would be apart of the committee too.

So now for the next week leading up to the big day, Steve has to spend his mornings in the gym putting up the decorations for the grand march.

But it isn’t all bad, because their small little task force made up of the other poor souls Nancy had rallied to do this with her is all of his friends, Nancy and Barb and Robin and Heather, with the addition of one very begrudging Billy Hargrove.

The girls were all the type you’d expect to be into this thing, the crafty ones mixed in with popularity, and everyone knew Steve would do anything to show school spirit, especially if Nancy bullied him into it, but nobody actually expected Billy of all people to even show up.

He certainly looked more likely to be the one crashing the prom than hanging up little foil stars on the walls, and anyways, rumor had it he only was on the committee as an alternative to detention for smoking weed under the bleachers.

But Steve knew that had absolutely not happened, for one thing, Billy’s weed stayed tightly locked up in his bedroom, thank you very much, and for another, he was there completely willingly. Steve knew that, because he’d been the one to tell Billy to sign up.

Which, when it really got right down to it, Billy honestly was the only reason Steve was even doing this whole thing. They were used to working in a couple of very limited interactions on the court or in the few classes they shared, but with the prom committee they’d be required to spend at least four hours together every day. It was the golden opportunity, even if that wasn’t the way Nancy intended it.

So maybe Billy does show up a little late every morning on purpose, just to keep up appearances, but he’s got a smile on his face, hidden behind the styrofoam coffee cup he gets from the cafeteria as he seeks out Steve and sits beside him in the bleachers to wait for that days instruction.

“Mornin’ Bill.” Steve mumbles tiredly, used to coming in late every day and getting at least an extra hour of sleep most days.

Billy nods and hums in his throat as his only response, so Steve asks him, “You wake up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin’?”

And of course, in true Billy fashion, he flashes Steve his most shit eating grin, and says all nonchalant, “Always do when I wake up alone.”

It’s so cheesy, and very obviously meant to get to him, but Steve can’t help the blush that creeps up his neck. He’s still trying to think up an equally as flustering comeback, when the teacher in charge finally shows up.

She announces that this year’s theme was ‘under the stars’, which Steve thought sounded incredibly tacky, but there was still no way it would be any worse than the godawful ‘hollywood’ theme from the year before. Hawkins High had a reputation for a lot of things, but creativity was not one of them.

They get split up into groups, Nancy and Barb in charge of the promo, the writing up, designing, and printing of the announcements and tickets, and Robin and Heather got the delicate detail work, blowing up balloons, laying down the artificial grass squares and hanging or putting in place whatever the other groups made them.

Billy and Steve, on the other hand, were stuck with all the dirty work, the manly jobs. They’re the ones who have to paint the banner that’s going to go over the door, and carry anything that’s considered too heavy and hang anything too high (even though Barb really isn’t that much shorter than them), and set up the tents and string the electricity to the lights in the fake lamp posts.

Quite frankly, Steve doesn’t think it’s fair that they have double the workload as the girls, most of the week had been dedicated to their work, but he just can’t bring himself to complain about getting to watch Billy working every morning, still barely awake yet, his hair pulled up so it didn’t get paint or that much glitter in it.

~~~~~~~~

On their last day in the gym, all that’s left is to sort out a few last minute details, the final squares of fake grass are laid out, lights are tested and glitter is spread out on everything. It doesn’t take too awful long, so they end up with just under three hours leftover to kill.

What they’re supposed to do is report back to their morning classes and try to catch up on all the work they’ve been missing out on for the entire week, but Billy isn’t looking to worry about a bunch of school work, so he tries to convince the rest to skip those last few hours with him.

From Barb and Nancy he gets an instant no, which, he was honestly expecting that. They’re responsible girls, and he can’t blame them for giving two shits about their education. The fact of the matter is though, that he doesn’t.

What he isn’t expecting as much is for his best friend to tell him no, but Heather’s too excited about her senior prom to get in trouble the day before it, and he can respect that.

He already knows that if Heather’s not going, Robin’s not either, so he waves her off before she even bothers trying to explain herself.

That just leaves Steve, and lord knows Billy’s been a bad enough influence on him that he doesn’t even have to ask if he’s ditching, so when Mrs Mitchell and the girls leave, they follow behind until they’re out in the hallway, then duck out of the back entrance of the gym.

Most of the time when people skip they just go home considering the lack of literally anything at all to do around Hawkins, but with Steve’s house too far away for it to be worth leaving, and Billy’s stepmom still at home, that sort of wasn’t an option for them.

Usually they don’t skip for those very reasons, but today they have a handwritten excuse to be out of their classes until exactly 12:15, so in a way, it isn’t so much like skipping as it is just using their free time wisely. Or at least, that’s how Steve rationalizes it, earning from Billy, who thought it was sweet that his former bad boy felt it necessary to make excuses for skipping, a chuckle and a warm smile.

They decide to just hang out on the school grounds, nowhere in town to go but the diner and the stores downtown, and they weren’t in the mood for food nor did they have enough money to blow buying stupid shit they didn’t need, so smoking and sneaking kisses by the tree line on the practice field it was.

It’s nice, but Billy doesn’t like the quiet, furrowed brow as he plucks blades of just growing grass trying to think of something to say that would break the silence. Steve just waits patiently with a lit cigarette burning out between his fingers for Billy to speak, listening intently when he finally says, “You know, s’a shame that I can’t take you to the prom after all that work we did for it.”

“Nah, prom’s way overrated.” Steve blows him off, not wanting him to feel bad about it, personally viewing the dance as stupid anyways, in a way sort of glad he doesn’t have to go, “It’s just a way to pay for new football uniforms and make kids who piqued in highschool feel good about themselves.”

But Billy doesn’t even laugh at that, flicking the head off a dandelion to keep his hands busy as he basically mumbles, “Guess you had time to think ‘bout it already.”

“Yeah. I guess I just always thought dances were kind of dumb. Now that I’m not King Steve anymore I just don’t really see a reason to bother with ‘em.” Steve explains, sliding his hand over to Billy’s across the tips of cool blades of grass, linking their pinkies together and leaning his head against his shoulder, soft touches like these the only way Billy could tell the difference between an open conversation and an argument.

“Still, think it’d be nice to be able to show you off. Let ‘em know what they’ve been missing.” Billy admits, a shy crack of a smile, like he was afraid to bring it up, and it makes Steve smile back, looking straight into the vulnerability behind his blue eyes and saying so softly it’s almost a whisper, “S’not necessary, B. I’m all yours.”

Billy pulls his hand away, a flush on his cheeks that wasn’t just from the warmth of the sun, overwhelmed by the affection just a bit, not uncomfortable with it, just not used to it, and bumps his shoulder into Steve’s, telling him, “God, you’re such a sap.”

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to take me to the prom.” Steve says, barely even defensive, making Billy smile again.

There’s a break in the conversation, both of them flustered and thinking about the other, until Steve interrupts the quiet this time, leaning back on his hands in the grass and suggesting, “We could do our own prom though, you know.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Well, we can’t do the real thing, obviously, but I don’t have any other plans tomorrow. You should drop by.”

“You’re really askin’ me to be your prom date?” Billy smirks, but the vulnerable hope in his eyes gives him away, and makes Steve’s heart flutter, though he replies nonchalant, “Who else? Be there at 8:30?”

“It’s a date. See you then, pretty boy.” Billy says with a smile, leaning in to kiss Steve, but getting interrupted by his watch beeping, their break time almost up already.

Steve chuckles and kisses his nose, and says, “Guess we better get back then.” waiting for Billy to leave first so his boyfriend had a head start to get into the school before him.

Billy throws a wink over his shoulder as he retreats towards the gym doors, and suddenly the weight of what they’d just agreed to settles with Steve.

Maybe this prom thing wasn’t as overrated as he thought, because did he ever feel over the moon right now, blushing like an idiot and just standing there dazedly until he hears the bell ring inside the building.

Apparently it showed too, that butterflies in his stomach feeling he had for the rest of the day, if the fact that Robin pulled him aside in the cafeteria for an emergency meeting about why he couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his face was any indication.

He told her some lie, something about one of the teachers he got his makeup work off of cutting him some slack, and Robin doesn’t believe that, but she knows it’s none of her business, so she lets him keep smiling.

Still, as much as Steve was looking forward to this, at the end of the day when he waved at Billy from across the parking lot, he got nervous. Like, speeding back home to Loch Nora in under ten minutes on a normally fifteen minute drive nervous.

Because he still has a lot of shit to get done between now and tomorrow night when Billy is supposed to show up.

For one thing, his house is a disaster. He almost never cleans it until it’s too late, half-assing the dishes and overloading the washing machine and hiding things in closets usually the day before his parents were supposed to get back.

Another thing is how should he dress? He had a few fancy suits of his own from outings with his parents and past dances, but he knew Billy wouldn’t. Still, wouldn’t it be rude to underdress just because he assumed Billy would be too poor to clean up?

And what did people even do at prom? Get drunk and have sex? If Billy wanted to do that he would’ve just said so. How was Steve supposed to figure out what else they were going to do? The rest of prom is just bad dancing and even worse food, was that something he was supposed to include?

What if he’d sent the wrong signal in the first place and it wasn’t just going to be them? What if Billy showed up at his door with a bunch of other losers skipping out on prom night and this wasn’t really special at all?

The thing is, he knows he’s being irrational. Billy’s not the type to care about this stuff, and even if he did he wasn’t gonna like, break things off just because their little fake prom in Steve’s living room wasn’t perfect. That’s just ridiculous.

So he tries to redirect that initial panic into productivity. Get at least something planned out and put together before he freaks all the way out and loses his motivation.

He decides to do it in small parts, tonight he’d start with the cleaning and getting everything he already had together, and tomorrow would be for shopping and decorating.

Because he’s got such a scatterbrain, he makes a list of all the things he needed to get done before 8:30 tomorrow night, and already he feels the stress start to dissipate with each thing he gets to check off, the living room cleaned until Ruthie would approve, picking out a nice sweater he’d never worn before, fancy but not too much, and tracking down all the things he already had, a record player, the fancy wine Billy said he liked, and a couple of strings of fairy lights and tinsel.

~~~~~~~~~

The next morning he goes straight to Melvald’s, with the rest of his checklist to but candles, more decorations, a boutonnière, just to do it, and maybe something other than takeout to eat for once.

He must look as nervous as he feels, dumping his purchases on the counter, because Joyce smiles that understanding smile of hers, and asks him, “Last minute jitters before prom?”

“You could say that.” He responds breathily, trying to return the smile.

“Jonathan and Nancy decided not to go, but it sounds like it’ll be fun.” Joyce says with a nod, and Steve realizes he’s given her the wrong impression, explaining, “Oh, I’m not going to the real thing either, just hanging out with a friend tonight.”

“Well that sounds nice anyways.” She says, as she rings up his stuff remarking, “You must really like this friend to go all out like this.”

“Yeah he’s-“ Steve physically shakes his head, a reminder to stop talking before he gets himself caught, backpedaling with a shaky excuse, “I-I mean, it’s not like it’s a prom date , it’s just, you know, two guys hanging out.“

Joyce puts her hand on his, that same warm smile still on her face, and tells him, looking him right in the eye as if to say, ‘I know, but it’s okay’, “I’m happy for you, Steve. Have fun tonight.”

Steve nods, a flush to his cheeks as he leaves the store with not another word than, “I… Thank you Mrs. Byers.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Billy knew absolutely jack and shit about school dances.

The first and only he’d ever been bothered to go to was way back in elementary school, and that didn’t exactly hold a candle to the fucking prom.

It helped some that it wasn’t the real thing, but Steve was talking like it might as well be, and quite frankly, he wanted it to be. This was going to be special goddamnit.

But before he can even think too much about it, he realizes none of that will matter if it turns out he can’t show, so he brings it up with his dad at dinner.

At the table is where he’s least likely to get beat if Neil said no, so that was always the time he chose to ask for things. “I know it’s, uh, kind of last minute ‘cause it’s tomorrow night, but could I go to the prom?”

Neil quirks an eyebrow, seeming mostly uninterested, “With who?”

“Nobody as a date.” Billy explains, using the cover story he’d been coming up with since the minute Steve asked him, or rather in anticipation of, “Heather has a spare ticket ‘cause her actual date ditched her last minute and she asked me if I would go with her.”

Neil nods, seemingly believing him, and asks, “When’s it start?”

“Uh, about 8, I think, so I’ll probably leave at like, 6:30 or so.” Billy throws it out nervously, tapping his fingers against the underside of the table, and freezing when Neil speaks.

But he doesn’t get yelled at, it’s just a simple, calm, “Susan, do we have anything planned that time tomorrow?”

“No, dear. Max is going with her friends at six, but other than that...” Comes her timid response without a hitch, and Billy already knows he’s in the clear before Neil gives his response, still not looking up from the table.

He agrees, but with a few conditions that Billy wouldn’t dare disobey, “If you drop your sister off first, you’ve got yourself a deal. Just don’t come home if you’re drunk, and don’t waste all my damned money on pictures.”

Billy nods, his heart racing in anticipation of something he was pretty sure at this point wasn’t going to happen, though some part of him was still waiting for the slap across the face and a never your mind as he says dutifully, “Yessir. Thank you.”

~~~~~~~~~

Billy starts getting ready six hours early for two reasons: for one thing, the sooner he’s ready, the more time he had away from Neil and to psyche himself up to knock on Steve’s door, and for another, his hair on a normal day takes at least an hour if he doesn’t want it frizzing out or losing it’s curl or getting heavy, and this was his prom, he was willing to spend a whole day on his hair for the sake of looking nice, even if there were no pictures of it.

Of course Max, being the little nuisance she is, follows him to his bedroom when he goes to get ready, holding the door open with her foot so he couldn’t slam it in her face, and earning herself a grumbly, “What do you want, Maxine?”

“I thought you told me you weren’t going to the prom.” She says it like she caught him doing something wrong, as if plans couldn’t change, and it pisses Billy off a little bit.

“I’m not-“ He starts to explain, cutting himself off when somewhere in the house Neil pops the tab on a beer can, a tiny sound Max probably hadn’t even picked up on, but if his father was out and about in the house Billy doesn’t want to admit what he’s going to in front of him. He opens his door wider and ushers his step sister in, immediately shutting it behind her and finishing what he was saying, “I’m not going to the prom.”

She quirks an eyebrow, through Billy’s eyes maybe looking a bit too much like her step-dad when she does it, “Why’d you tell Neil you were?”

“Crashing the after party. Thought it’d look better if I said I went.” He just shrugs, half assing the lie, and, picking up on that, Max fires back smugly, “You’re lying.”

Billy snaps, no longer looking at her while he starts lining his shit up on his makeshift vanity, getting ready to get ready, “Yeah, I am. But it’s really none of your business, shitbird.”

“Are you going on a date or something?” She looks at him knowingly, if not a little surprised, and asks as it dawns on her, “Oh my god, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Maxine Nicole!” He hisses through his teeth, turning to glare at her and seeing that she’s holding his hair spray that he literally just put out, probably planning on stealing it, “Jesus, give me that.”

She lets him snatch it out of her hands and puts it back in its spot on the vanity she told him didn’t count as a vanity multiple times, rolling her eyes, “Yeesh. I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“If you’re going to tell on me Max, I swear to god-“ He starts, defensive, more vulnerability in his voice than intended, but Max insists honestly, the most not bratty she’s been since she stepped into his room, “I’m not, I wouldn’t.”

Though it doesn’t last very long, her not being a brat, because she immediately cracks a big smile and asks Billy, “Who is he though?”

“Mind your own, Max, Christ.” Billy blows her off, catching glimpse of himself in the mirror and taking note of the barely there flush to his cheeks, pointing to the door and telling his meddling step sister, “Out.”

“Awww, Billy-“ She tries to whine, but he cuts her off, “ No. Out. Of. My. Room.”

But Max offers quickly, like it’ll change his mind, “I’ll do your hair if you let me stay.”

And maybe it doesn’t immediately change his mind, but it does successfully stump him, because he’s asking her, equal parts genuine curiosity and sarcasm, “Why would I let you touch my hair?”

“No reason.” Max says, looking down at his carpet, definitely overplaying the bashfulness in bringing up her answer to appeal to Billy’s emotions, “I just thought, and maybe it’s stupid but like, most guys have their moms to fuss over them for prom, but, you know, you don’t, so I wanted to, I don’t know, be a good sister and do that for you or, whatever.“

Billy sighs, that had been exactly what he was thinking about all night last night, how his momma would be proud of him for finding a way to do this with the person, the boy he loved, and how she could’ve been there to do exactly what Max said, so he agrees, “Alright shitbird, guilt trip successful. You’re not kicked out.”

Max claps her hands together and sits on her brother's bed, getting all of Billy’s wrinkled button ups tossed at her from where they had been previously shoved, unfolded into a dresser drawer, and a command to, “Help me pick a shirt.”

She asks him while she’s unfolding all of his shirts he’d thrown at her and spreading them all out over Billy’s bed, “Are you going to button it.”

“What do you think?”

“Billy. It’s your prom.”

“Fine. One more button.”

“Two?” She tries to bargain, but he shuts it down again, making her giggle when he jokes, his tone level like it's a real threat, “One or I‘m going shirtless.”

“Then I pick.. this blue one.” Max says and puts her hand on a navy blue, quarter sleeve shirt after careful consideration of holding each button up up to Billy and thinking hard about it, but one more once over and she changes her mind, handing Billy a white shirt with snap buttons instead, “No, no, no, wait, this one with full sleeves is better. Yeah, that one for sure.”

“Sleeves it is.” Billy says taking the shirt and hanging it on the door so he’d remember to iron it, crudely shoving the rest of the button ups back into the drawer, and asking Max, “Will I need to wear like, a coat or something?”

She shrugs asking him smugly, “That depends on who it is.”

“Sensitive information.” Billy says immediately, when she looks like she’s going to argue shutting her down before she can say anything, “Which means I’m not tellin’ you.”

“Can I guess?” Max asks, making her case by reasoning with him sweetly, “Please? You wouldn’t be telling me that way.”

He genuinely considers it for a minute, and decides it’s whatever, in his head assuming there was no way Max would be able to figure it out, so he waves his hand with an eye roll, giving her the go ahead to start guessing.

Her first question is, “Okay, okay. Is it.. someone I know?”

“Yep.”

Max furrows her brow, and asks, “Do I like him?” To which Billy shrugs and responds, “Probably.”

“Um, is it…” Max snaps her fingers, an idea coming to her, “Is it Tommy?”

But again she’s shut down, because for somebody she’s supposed to probably like, she sure does a lot of complaining about Tommy, and he calls her on it, “Do you like Tommy?”

Max hums thoughtfully, taking a second guess, “I guess not. Is it Keith?”

Billy shakes his head, giving her the most confused look she’d ever seen on his face as he asks, or basically exclaims, “Who the fuck is Keith ?”

“Well excuuse me for not knowing a lot of guys around here!” Max says, defensive, making Billy roll his eyes again and turn back to digging through his drawers for a decent pair of jeans to wear with a button up, most of them stained and worn.

“Not Tommy, not Keith, who’s left?” She thinks hard then gasps, connecting something in her mind, a devious, knowing little smile on her face, “Is it Steve?”

Billy doesn’t answer her, quite frankly doesn’t know what he should say. It’s his fault, letting her guess between the only three boys his age in town she apparently knew, but now that Max knew who his mystery boyfriend was he wasn’t feeling so hot.

Honestly, some part of him is expecting Neil to come busting through the door any second, like this was some sort of run around way of finding him out, but after a few minutes of her squealing like teenage girls do, he realizes all he has to face is an excited little sister.

He flushes, and asks her over his shoulder, his forcing his tone to sound bored, “Are you done?”

“Yes.” Max says, nodding, but she smiles wide and dissolves into a fit of giggles again, covering her mouth with her hands when Billy crosses his arms, and insists, “Okay, okay, I’m done!”

“Good.” Billy says, but he can’t help cracking a smile. He angles his mirror down towards the floor and sits in front of it, telling his sister lightly to, “Help me with my hair then, shitbird.”

Max sits behind him, and runs her fingers through his hair, “You should’ve put curlers in it or something last night.”

Billy rolls his eyes, realizing as he does so for the dozen things time since Max barged in that she maybe learned that from him, deciding that doesn’t even warrant a response, and hands Max the comb and one of the many cans of hairspray off of his vanity.

She sits up on her knees, and brushes back the hairs just behind his ears that always frizz out and lose their curl, holding them at the back of his hair with a bobby pin, one of the blond ones she bought specifically for him so he could use them without immediately getting caught using ‘girly’ things, but had so far been too scared to anyways.

It looks strange on him, looks more like something Max would wear than him, but honestly he doesn’t hate it, so he lets her keep going, only frowning a little when she adds a pearl adorned hair clip, big enough it looks more like a fancy brooch, to the back of his hair.

She sprays it with so much hairspray it’s tacky, scrunching it up so his curls are tighter, and smoothing the sides so they won’t come unclipped.

When every curl is in its place and approved by Billy, who insists he’s not in the least bit emotional about what Max had said early, that thing about having nobody but her to fuss over him, she hops up, telling him to, “Wait one minute.” while she runs to her room.

She returns with her bulky pink Caboodles box, the one that has all of her mostly unused makeup in it, tapping him on the shoulder and telling him, “Alright, turn towards me.”

Her plan didn’t work though, at least he’s almost positive it was her plan to break down his defenses just so she could use him as her dress up doll anyways, but he isn’t having it, telling her quickly to “Put that shit away, Max.”

“Why? You wear makeup everyday.” Max observes simply, making Billy hiss and tell her to lower her voice, “Yeah, but never the extra strength shit that makes your eyelashes curly and your face pretty. Neil will sniff this out the second I step out of this room.”

Max just shrugs, “Then I’ll make sure he doesn’t see your face. It’s not a big deal.”

“He’ll make it into one.”

“I think your senior prom is an even bigger deal, though.”

Billy sighs, once again losing to her arguing skill, and turning to face her like she told him, “You owe me if I get caught like this.”

Max rolls her eyes and does her magic, each second that passes Billy regretting agreeing to turning the control of his appearance over to his little sister, expecting to come out of this looking like her Diva doll, fidgeting more and more the longer it takes her.

Just before he’s about to panic, Max tells him, “All done.” and lets him look in the mirror.

He blinks repeatedly at his own reflection, surprised to see he didn’t have sparkly eyeshadow up to his eyebrows or rouge on his cheeks, just a tasteful amount of lip gloss and a copper tint to his eyelids, framed by darker than usual eyelashes and the smallest bit of eyeliner.

She gets impatient after a few minutes of Billy not saying anything, and pushes his shoulders to turn him around again to look at her, staring at him until she decides what she thinks is missing.

She hurries to the upright jewelry box in her mother’s room, and brings him back a clip on pearl earring for his right ear, opposite the chain of silver stars she already picked for his left.

“Here, it’ll look better if you have earrings in both ears.” She reaches up, pushing his hair out of the way and clipping the earring on, letting him do the screw on the back himself so she didn’t make it too tight.

Billy lowers his hand and scrunches his nose, leaning in slightly towards the mirror, “They don’t match.”

“It looks nice though. You look really pretty.” She tells him honestly, not realizing the impact the simple compliment, though not so simple for somebody like him, has on her brother until he’s trying to subtly blink away tears behind mascara coated lashes, pretending like that wasn’t the case and telling her, “Whatever, it’s too late to change it now if you want to be on time.”

He does one last once over himself in the mirror, though he knows he’s going to be using his car windows for the same purpose at the last minute, and shoos Max out of his bedroom door, trying to hurry out of the house before Neil can stop him and see him all dolled up.

He’s got one hand around the door knob and his keys through his belt loop when his dad does stop him, his heart just about stopping as Neil calls from the other room, “Do you have flowers for the girl?”

“I have a corsage in the car.” Billy lies, hoping his tone is sure enough for Neil to buy it.

“Good. Just remember what I said, boy.” Neil says, still from the living room, so Billy lets his posture relax a bit and breathes out a quiet sight, saying casually, “Get Max to her friends, don’t spend any money, and don’t come home drunk, I got it, dad.”

“Watch the attitude, William.” Neil says low, the air going still for a minute until he adds, “And have fun tonight.”

“Yessir.” Billy says, ushering Max quickly out the front door, sighing when it closes behind them.

~~~~~~~

Billy drops Max off at the Wheeler’s, just driving around Hawkins until it’s time to show up at Steve’s, making sure to stop past the Holloway’s place just in case Neil went asking around wanting to know if anybody saw his car in the neighborhood.

At 8, he decides he doesn’t want to show up empty handed, buying Steve some flowers like he’d lied and said he had for Heather from Melvald’s, not understanding the knowing look the cashier lady has in her eye when he brings a dinky bouquet of flowers to the checkout counter.

He rings the doorbell at 8:30 on the dot, checking himself out one last time in Steve’s window while he waits, fifty cent roses held behind his back.

On the other side of the door, Steve stands in the dining room, now adorned with cheap party decorations that would’ve made his mother pitch a fit, waiting a whole thirty seconds before he goes to answer it, trying to collect himself first.

Billy smiles wide, and, as cheesy as it was, seeing him standing there all dressed up taking Steve’s breath away and stealing the words right off his tongue, Billy having to invite himself in because Steve was busy catching flies.

He hands him the flowers, nodding towards the silver tinsel wrapped around the banister, the stars hanging in the archway that lead into the living room that were almost identical to the ones they hung from the basketball hoops at school and saying, “Place looks nice.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Steve says, quickly adding, “You know, you look nice too.”

Billy smiles softly, looking at him with that ‘you’re an idiot Steve Harrington’ look he was so used to by now, “C’mon, Stevie, we’ve been dating for four months now, you don’t gotta be all awkward with me still.”

“I’m not, I mean it, you look really good, Billy.” Steve says, smiling now that it’s his turn to fluster Billy.

“Oh by the way, I almost forgot. Got you this just because.” He remembers, handing Billy a box with a floral pin inside, pink roses with lace, and telling him expectantly, “It’s a boutonnière.”

But Billy doesn't open it, just raises an eyebrow and says, “I thought you did corsages for prom?”

“Corsages are for the girls.”

“Ah. Got it.” He says it like he already knew that, like he was hoping maybe Steve didn’t, so Steve offers, not really understanding it, but knowing what he means all the same, “It came as a set, I still have the corsage upstairs, if you want it.”

Billy nods and pins the boutonnière to Steve’s shirt instead, explaining simply, “Just so we match.”

Steve runs upstairs and gets the corsage, giving Billy a minute to actually appreciate just how much went into decorating this place, snickering to himself when he imagines Steve having to stand on a step ladder to put the string lights so high up on the wall.

Steve tosses Billy the box from the top of the steps, letting him open it while he comes back down and ties it around his wrist, having to tie it twice because he put it on the wrong way the first time.

Billy asks him, shaking his wrist to make sure the bow is tight enough, “So what’s our official plan for tonight, Stevie?”

“Honestly I don’t really know. I’m sort of just winging it here, I don’t know what you even do at prom.”

“You never went at all?” Billy asks, surprised miss priss hadn’t dragged him along to their junior prom last year.

“Nope. Like I said, overrated.” Steve confirms, and Billy smiles wide, saying, “I’m sure I got a few ideas in mind then.”

~~~~~~~~

Billy’s idea basically consisted mainly of drinking all that fancy wine Steve had gotten out of the cellar specifically for this, shoving his tongue down Steve’s throat, and complaining about the real prom happening up at the school.

Honestly, Steve suspects things wouldn’t have been so different had they actually gone, but he can tell the fact that they weren’t able to go was still bothering Billy, judging by the sheer number of times he brings it up.

After what must be the tenth time that night Billy brought up Heather and Robin getting to go, Steve asks him, “Do you wish we were there?”

“No, that’s the thing. I couldn’t give a damn less about the whole dance, a thousand times over I’d rather just be here with you.”

“But?”

“But I wish we had the choice to go, you know? It’s just, bugging me that if we had genuinely wanted to go, we couldn’t’ve.” Billy rants, very obviously having been holding this in, “And I keep thinking about all the other gay kids who don’t have a big empty house or a safe place to do what we’re doin’.”

“Yeah, but it’s really not a big deal. Prom is pretty much all for the parents anyways, and the way I see it we, and all the other people like us, we’re so used to disappointing them, what’s it matter if we don’t go?”

“Just, I don’t care about the event or whatever, but it feels like we’re missing out on something. Like maybe we should’ve just swallowed our pride and went with Hetty and Robin anyways.”

Steve stands up abruptly, picking up their wine glasses and kicking the coffee table all the way over to the far wall to clear the floor, offering Billy his hand, “I know you feel like you’re robbing me of something by us not going, but we don’t need all of that for this to be good. I meant it when I said that’s superficial to me anyways. We can make it mean something to us.”

Billy looks up at him, still bothered deep down, but out of ways to argue about it, and accepts Steve’s hand, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck when he pulls him close by his waist.

It’s not really a slow dance as much as it is an excuse to just be close to one another, to breathe each other in and sneak kisses and be sappy, but that’s was this whole thing was about. They could’ve just hung out tonight if they wanted, and honestly they probably would’ve anyways, but they called it a prom, put that title to it that made both of their hearts pitapat.

Steve had always heard, even felt it a few times before, that when you were with the person you loved, everyone and everything else would melt away around you until it was just you, but somehow, this was different than that.

Because that would mean there were times when his world didn’t revolve around Billy, and that there was ever a moment when he could focus on anything but the boy he loved, and that just wasn’t true.

This wasn’t performative, wasn’t a relationship formed on the status of being able to show off that they were better for being in love either, this was simply Billy and Steve, dancing in their tennis shoes on Ruthie's carpet, snickering when a particularly sappy song came on the radio, barely able to be separated long enough to turn to side B, falling in love all over again under the stars.

~~~~~~~

When the wine bottles are all empty and the stack of records has been spun through, Steve’s schnockered, and insisting they get a picture, searching the house for an old Polaroid camera and making Billy stand with him in front of the fairy lights strung

They only had three chances to get a good picture, no new packs of film and only a few left in the camera, so Steve took all three.

The first one was upside down and so off center he was hardly in it, Steve being maybe a little more drunk than he thought, and the second Billy closed his eyes because the flash was too bright, but it didn’t matter too much anyways because the film didn’t develop properly and the picture was nothing but reddish-yellow tinted blackness anyways.

The third one by some chance turns out fine, maybe a little blurred because he moved and still not quite centered right, but it’s a picture, something to hold onto the memory of this night forever when the hangover wore off and things got a little blurry, and that was important to the both of them, for different reasons.

As soon as it develops, a little 8 by 10 of Billy kissing his cheek, Steve runs upstairs to hang it on the cork board above his desk before it gets misplaced, dating it and doodling a little heart with a S+B inside it, hiding the picture behind a ribbon for a middle school art contest and a picture of him and his parents.

Billy hooks his chin over his shoulder, his hands traveling a bit lower than Steve’s waist this time as he watches what he’s doing. He hums and asks, when Steve stands up straighter and turns in his arms to face him, “So? What have you got planned for the after prom, Stevie?”

#stranger things fanfiction #harringrove #billy x steve #billy & max #steve harrington #billy hargrove #max mayfield #ej writer #story by ej!#slipped in the teensiest bit of billy w/ ocd because i can #also gnc billy #there’s a lot more characters but they don’t have major enough roles to tag #posted to ao3 yesterday

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It All Began with a Big Crash

(AO3)

Summary: It's the one year anniversary of Boyfriend and Girlfriend's growing relationship, and Boyfriend absolutely, totally, DID NOT forget that today is that special day. And yet, that one single DID NOT FORGETTing leads to a domino effect, resulting in quite possibly one of the best nights of their lives.

After all, what's the point of a performance if no one's having fun during it?

Word Count: 7154

(A/N: Happy 1st Anniversary of Friday Night Funkin’! I literally wrote and edited this all in one day. Got home at midnight, started writing, and then I posted it at 10 am, took a nap, went to work, AND NOW I’M HERE ON TUMBLR :D Anyway, FNF has been a big comfort for me these past months, so it’s only fitting that I put myself through hell to get this little bit out. I hope you all enjoy!)

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Now, Boyfriend isn't a forgetful man. This thought crosses his mind as he stands up abruptly after paying for his lunch and racing for the door.

"Be-!"

"Eep!"

CRASH .

But sometimes things... slip from his mind, and while he's not one prone to panic, THIS is something worth panicking over.

"-EP. SHIT. SORRY!"

"My dishes!" A blonde server kneels on the ground, surrounded by the clumsy carnage created by Boyfriend inadvertently crashing into her on his rush out. She glares accusingly at him as the boy jogs in place. "Again, really?!"

"Sorry, sorry!" He waves his hands in front of him before looking over his shoulder. "I'll pay for the dishes and shit uh, later!" He dashes out the door as she calls out behind him.

"That's what you said LAST time!"

Well, last time he was dirt poor, but now that he's pretty famous around town, he's actually got the moolah to pay for damages! So yeah, next time!

...Is what he meant to tell her, but he's already busting into the conveniently placed flower shop, panting as he looks around wildly for help. The florist in question glances at him completely unbothered by his entrance.

"Forgot an important date again?" she quips, staring back down at her phone as she drapes herself over the counter.

"BAP!" he says defensively, because he DIDN'T forget! It just... slipped his mind a little. In his defense, he'd gotten so used to being with Girlfriend that it felt ... normal! Like they've been together for YEARS and being with her just felt so right, and every day was the greatest day of his life because he had her by his side. So yeah, maybe the days slipped past him in a blissful sort of way, like when he gets super focused on his music or some arbitrary task, and the hours slip by and suddenly it's the next morning! It's kind of like that, but with a girl who makes him smile and laugh and forget that life is supposed to be difficult and hard, and not fun and invigorating. And to think they've only been together for a year...

...A year.

...Wait.

Shit.

SHIT.

He's doing it again!

He bustles over and slaps a fifty on the counter. "Bop!" he announces in a rush, tapping his fingers impatiently as the florist holds it up to the light.

With a low whistle, she puts it back on the table. "Wow, you're really going all out this time, huh?" Before Boyfriend can respond to her sarcasm, the florist calls out to her partner in the back. "Flower! Miku's lil bro is back at it again, dropping a fifty and hoping for the best."

"Again?" A husky voice makes its way over as a familiar bush of thick hair pops out from beyond the doorway. "Boyfriend, you should know by now that apology bouquets are at least a hundred."

"Ba- skida- AUGH! It's not an apology bouquet!" He stomps his foot, irritated to break out the English but knowing full well it’s a matter that needs clear communication. So not really a waste of words, just a waste of energy on two ladies who will give him shit regardless of the noise he makes.

"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?" The taller florist - Lily, hilariously enough - leans forward with a smirk as Flower keeps her deadpan stare.

"It's for my anniversary!" He crosses his arms and harrumphs as Lily whistles again.

"Damn, and you didn't invite us to the wedding? Harsh."

"No, not that-! Ugh, you know what I mean."

"Do we?" Lily and Flower exchange a look before Lily's smirk widens. "I dunno, you don't give us the dirt anymore. Remember when you'd come in here all the time, red in the face trying to get apology bouquets for that one boy? What's his name-"

"Pico," he answers, a bit flustered as the memories rush through his mind before shaking his head, "and he liked them all, by the way! But this isn't about him-"

"No, it's about your new girl, right?" Flower cuts in, leaning against the doorway with a bored expression. "What's her favorite color? It's not green, is it?"

"It's red, and please can you make it quick? I dunno when she wants us to meet up, so...!" He flashes them two thumbs up and is about to bounce, but Lily grabs the collar of his shirt with a chuckle.

"Not so fast, dumbass." She pulls him back to the counter as he whines pathetically. "You really think a fifty is enough for an anniversary bouquet?"

Oh no. He starts to sweat, feeling his wallet tremble in fear. They're doing it again. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, Flower?" Lily turns back to the shorter florist as the other makes a thoughtful hum.

"One hundred, at least."

"Yeah, at least one hundo." Lily holds her hand out. "C'mon, cough it up, shorty."

This is beyond unreal, but at the same time, it is completely expected from people who teased him relentlessly since he was a kid. "If it wasn't for Miku, you guys wouldn't even be here!"

"We're only here because of convenience, please." Lily snorts as the boy continues to struggle. "So you aiming for an apology bouquet or an anniversary bouquet?"

"Just cut me a deal, please? For old time's sake?" He clasps his hands together and bats his eyelashes. "I'm still that cute little kid who used to pretend to be like Miku! Who could forget good ol' Mikuo?"

"One hundred." Flower cuts off the potential reminiscing and steps up to the counter. "Or it's an apology bouquet."

Grumbling miserably, Boyfriend digs around in his pocket and manages to snag something. He pulls out his hand and counts out four quarters. Quietly, he puts it on top of the fifty.

Flower and Lily both look at it silently.

"...Well," Flower begins, slowly taking the money, "I did say one hundred."

Roll with it roll with it roll with it-

"Yeah, and uh, four twenty-fives makes one hundred, right?"

"What, are we speaking French now?" Lily asks with a sneer.

"No," Boyfriend begins, blinking slowly, "pretty sure we're speaking English."

"Oh my god." She slaps her hand over Flower's. "We are not doing this."

"I gave you one hundred," he argues, sweating miserably as he turns up the confidence.

"He did give us one hundred," Flower agrees.

"You are not giving this to him. You know he didn't even plan this! He's too stupid to pull a slick move like that!"

Boyfriend just smiles and gives them a double thumbs up.

"It's not like anyone else is gonna be coming in to give us another job." Flower hums and stows the money in the register, much to Lily's chagrin. "And besides, if I get bored making it, I'll just take a nap."

"Flower-!" Before Lily can protest even more, Flower disappears into the backroom, no doubt to either work on the bouquet or take that nap. Lily turns back to Boyfriend and glares, jabbing a finger against his chest. "Be back here in a few hours. You're taking whatever the hell she makes for you, stingy little bitch."

"That's all I have on my person!"

"We accept credit and debit."

"I have bills to pay."

"You're such a little-!" Lily makes a strangling gesture with her hands before grabbing and shaking him. "You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

"I'm trying!" He backs up and shoots the tall florist finger guns before vacating the premises. Okay, one thing down. Next: chocolates. Easy-peasy. What place sells heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and other cutesy, anniversary items?

Boyfriend makes a beeline for the local grocery store and spends only a total of thirty minutes there, making the proud purchase of a box of chocolates, a little teddy bear holding a heart, and even a balloon that says, "I Love You". Score! Damn, he's doing great so far. And it was such a quick purchase! Maybe Miku's friends could learn a thing or two about making quick sales instead of harassing him over every little thing.

What's next, what's next...

A place for dinner, right! Girlfriend loves the local bar. Great food, a nice atmosphere, open mic nights, a server who's familiar with them...

A server that he crashed into and made her drop all those dishes to the floor... like that other time he did it to her and held up the service for a sizable amount of time...

He gulps. Hm. She's probably still mad at him too. But uh, huh. He's not sure what to do. Maybe, maybe...

He takes out his phone and dials a familiar number. It rings only twice before a gruff, annoyed voice answers on the other side.

"I'm busy, the fuck you want?"

Without missing a beat, he gets on his metaphorical hands and knees. "Pico, can I ask a favor, please please pretty please?"

"Wow, English. Must be desperate." There's a loud crash on his end before Pico's voice yells at a pair of playful, young laughter. "Hey- hey! Watch it!"

"Pico, so uh, could you-?"

"Hey- give me that!" More raucous laughter fills the line as Pico sighs. "Sorry, Bee, don't think I can help ya today. I was supposed to just watch these two kids 'til Lila came back, but then I got a call from a pal who needs help at her joint and- Skid, Jesus fucking Christ -" There's some shuffling and a grunt as a playful squeal rings a little too close to the phone. Pico continues as though nothing happened on his end. "-and so basically I'm double booked for the night."

"Oh, okay." He tries not to let the disappointment seep into his voice, but another sigh from Pico suggests that he heard it regardless.

"Look, I'm real sorry, wish I could help, but a line's formin' and I can only do so much." Pico grunts and a soft thump is heard. Two voices chatter away distantly in the background, but Boyfriend focuses solely on Pico. "Why? What happened?"

"Well, today's me and Girlfriend's anniversary, and I wanted to take her out but-"

"Can't figure out a place to take her? C'mon man, you- Jesus, you two, slow down, I'm comin'- you already know one."

"Yeah, the bar but-"

"What, ya worried about 'bout lines or somethin'? I know it's busy and shit, but I'm sure Serv will get ya guys' a table easy. It's just you two, you'll be fine."

"Okay, but-"

"Oh my GOD, what the HELL is THAT?!"

A faint, childish voice answers Pico's horrified question as Boyfriend listens in. "That's Moloch!"

"...MOLOCH?"

A roar sounds from Pico's side of the phone call. The voice - uh, Skid, was it? - laughs excitedly. "Yeah! He's our friend!"

"He lives in Skid's attic!"

A demonic voice nearly blows out Boyfriend's eardrums. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"...Does your MOM know about this?!"

"Sorta! She thinks he's a rat."

"Hey hey HEY, back OFF-! Sorry, Bee, I'll call ya later!"

The last thing he hears is another roar before the line hangs up. Pico will probably be fine - he's handled worse after all, and even Boyfriend's faced off a demon or two! Maybe three, if that Lemon Man those two kids were friends with counted as well. Man, demons are just everywhere, huh?

...Speaking of demons. There’s one demon he really should be focusing on. Like getting their dinner date set up at her favorite bar in town. Even though he’s probably on that bar’s shitlist for knocking over their number one employee again .

But Girlfriend really does love going to that bar, and if it's for her... Fuck it, he'll suck it up and take whatever Server-chan's got against him. He'll just challenge her to a quick rap battle, win, and THEN they can have a nice dinner! Yeah, that's what he'll do. Lily's words replay in his mind as he walks off to his apartment to change into something nicer.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

Fuck yeah he will.

"Damn, after all these years, you still can't tie a tie." Lily frets over his outfit as she helps him tidy up a bit. A colorful ribbon now decorates the box of chocolates, tying it together with the teddy bear with the balloon also tied around its wrist. He grabs the tied together present after she rolls his sleeves up to his elbow.

"Bouquet?" he asks hopefully as Lily dusts off his shoulders for the hundredth time.

She huffs and shakes her head, blowing a stray hair out of her face. "You're lucky Flower didn't take a nap halfway through. It's her best work so far! All for the low, low cost of $51, tax not included."

"There's tax?!" He almost falls over, but Lily grabs him by the collar of his dress shirt.

"Chill out, we'll charge it to Miku's account."

"Oh, thanks." He swats away her hands when she tries to tuck in the other half of his shirt. "Fuck off, it's part of my style!"

"What, being sloppy?"

"The ladies love it."

"Your lady deserves better."

"But I'm the best there is!"

"Oh, God," Lily groans as her expression falls into despair. "Egotism really does run in the family."

"Enough about the family ego," Flower pipes up, her hands full with a large, beautiful bouquet. "These flowers need to be appreciated."

"Holy shit." Boyfriend takes the entire bouquet, admiring the reds, pinks, and whites. There's a smattering of small, lavender flowers here and there, making the other colors pop. "Roses!" he points out, the only flower he recognizes.

"Yup, and there's also lilies, alstroemeria, and-"

"Don't waste your breath," Lily cuts in, covering Flower's mouth before she can list them all out. "He won't remember any of the names."

A disappointed sigh escapes Flower, so he gives her the biggest grin he can muster. "Yo, I still think it's hella bomb to look at. I really think she'll love it!"

Flower perks up a bit, a small smile forming on her usually stoic face. "...Cool."

"Alright, get outta here." Lily shoves him back to the door with a grin. "You got a hot date, yeah? Go give her the night of her life!"

"Yeah!" He waves to the pair before leaving. "Gonna have a great night at the bar!"

Lily's smile falters as Flower's smile immediately disappears. "...The what?"

"See ya!"

"Wait, Boyfriend! You're taking her out to the fucking BAR?!"

He doesn't have the time to turn back and answer Lily, so he goes along his merry way, bouquet clutched tightly against his chest with the bear. Hopefully the incident from earlier today has been swept away. He really doesn't want to have a rap battle with Server-chan, but if he has to...

"Boyfriend!" A sweet, melodic voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks over to see his beautiful, wonderful Girlfriend. Her iconic look now sports a sleek, black jacket reminiscent of her mother's own jacket. It looks stunning on her, and a soft, longing "beep" escapes him as she giggles and kisses his cheek. "Hey, hun. Happy anniversary!"

"Happy anniversary!" He holds out his gifts for her to take, and he delights in her unabashed joy as she takes them.

"Oh! This teddy bear is so cute, and these flowers are lovely!" Another giggle escapes her as she points at the bouquet. "Roses!"

"That's what I said!" They both share a laugh before her smile settles into something soft and relaxed.

"Now I wish I got you something too..." Girlfriend pouts a bit, but he kisses it away with a grin.

"Hey, don't sweat it! Lemme spoil you for the night instead." He offers her his arm, and she happily loops hers with his. They walk into the bar together and are met with a familiar face standing behind a podium. Despite being the hostess, Cassette Girl keeps her iconic cap on as she notices them and greets them with a lazy smile.

"Wooow," she drawls out, giving Boyfriend a knowing grin. "Back again so soon? And after that huge fuss you made."

"Fuss?" Girlfriend gives Boyfriend a curious look.

"Uhh, beep bah."

"Didn't tell her about your mishap, huh?" Cassette Girl raises an eyebrow and shakes her head. "Well, if you wanted to know, Serv got it figured out. Called in a favor last minute, and luckily he was nice enough to help out."

"Sorry about that," he says sheepishly, and Cassette Girl merely shrugs.

"It's whatever. Not the first time you messed her up real good. And besides, you're not even the first person to make her crash and burn for a hot minute."

"Is this still about the fuss you guys are talking about?" Girlfriend looks between the two as Cassette Girl chuckles.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. Lemme take ya to your seats. Bar or nah?"

"Nah, it's our anniversary date today!"

"And you guys are spending it here?” She pauses for a second in thought before shaking her head. “Alright." Cassette Girl takes it in stride and seats them near the miniature stage.

"Oh, is it open mic night tonight?" Girlfriend sits down, already excited for the night as Cassette Girl chuckles and hands them the menus.

"Nah, originally we had a band booked tonight, but their back-up vocalist got injured, so they called it off last minute. It's gonna be a quiet night instead."

"Aww." The pout on Girlfriend's face lasts only a second before her smile returns. "Oh well! Sometimes quiet is nice too."

"Right you are. Anyway, your waiter will be with you guys in just a sec, so take your time. We're not too busy tonight, so feel free to cause more havoc." She flashes a grin before walking back to her station.

Girlfriend waves goodbye and turns back to Boyfriend with a smile. "Cassey is so nice! I wish we could talk to her more."

"Maybe we'll catch her on the street one of these days." He cracks open the menu, perusing the contents before deciding on getting his usual.

"Maybe! Should I try something new tonight?"

"Wouldn't hurt."

"But I don't know what to get..."

"Maybe we can ask the waiter?" He looks around for their supposed waiter, but all he sees is an unimpressed Pico standing at their table. "Oh! Pico! You're dressed like a waiter!"

True to his observations, Pico is dressed similarly to Server-chan; a black long sleeved shirt replaces his usual green sweater, and a pair of black slacks replaces his usual beige cargo pants. The only splash of color on his outfit is the bright orange apron that all servers seem to wear as per uniform, and it absolutely clashes with Pico's own bright, red hair.

"That's because I am the waiter, dumbass." The bite from his remark is lost from the tired slump of his shoulders, and the ginger begins to resemble Server-chan with each passing second. "At least for tonight. She called me in for a favor, and I agreed to help."

The conversation from earlier today pings in Boyfriend's memory. "Is this what you meant when you said you were double booked?"

"Yeah. Told me some blue-haired douchebag steamrolled her on his way out, and she ended up breaking a whole buncha dishes. She went out to go replace the whole set, so I'm coverin' for the rest of her shift while she takes care of it. Now that I think about it," Pico fixes him with a stern, knowing glare as Boyfriend shrinks under his sharp eyes, "I kinda already know about a certain blue-haired douchebag."

"I'll pay her back, I promise."

"You fuckin' better." Pico looks over to Girlfriend and offers her a tired grin when she waves cheerfully. "Hey, Red, he treatin' ya well tonight?"

"Yup! He got me chocolates, a bear, a balloon, AND a bouquet!"

"Really spoilin' ya there."

"Only the best for Gigi, right?" He nudges Pico playfully, the earlier irritation already melting away from his expression as he rolls his eyes and ruffles Boyfriend's hair.

"Yeah yeah. Ya guys ready to order?"

Pico takes their orders and departs quickly, the couple watching him disappear somewhere in the bar as their collective thoughts gather on one thing only.

"Mm, Pico should wear uniforms more often, huh?"

"It definitely looks flattering on him." They both hum before taking sips from the water Pico had set down earlier while taking their orders. With no ginger to distract them, Girlfriend's attention centers back on Boyfriend as she smiles. "Thanks for taking me out here for dinner! I know it's not easy for us to go out on dates since my parents still hover, so I'm really happy that we went out like you planned!"

"Oh yeah, totally." His easy grin hides the absolute panic he had for the entire half of his day when he realized he had nothing planned. "I wish I could treat you out for something better, but nothing else is really happening around this time of year-"

"Except for Spooky Month!" Two voices pipe up out of nowhere as the costumed duo surprise the couple.

"Oh, goodness, hello!" She laughs as Skid and, uh, Pump? Stand by their table looking curious. "How have you two been?"

"Okay! Mr. Pico has been babysitting us since Mom's been busy with her work stuff." Skid bounces on his heels as Pump looks up more calmly. "We wanted to introduce him to Moloch, but..."

"He didn't like him too much. He said Moloch is more scary than spooky." Pump sticks his tongue out and laughs. "Silly Mr. Pico! He does not understand that Moloch is our friend!"

"Moloch?" Girlfriend hums as bobs her head in thought. "That name sounds familiar. There was a demon that went missing months ago by that name..."

"Oh, weird!"

"Moloch came to us months ago too! But now he stays in Skid's attic."

"It's like a sleepover every day!"

"That sounds like fun!" She giggles as the kids bounce around her.

Boyfriend watches with a smile before remembering that “double booked” thing that Pico mentioned earlier. Were these the kids he was watching when Boyfriend called…? "So why are you guys here? If Pico is supposed to be babysitting you guys, but is working here instead..." Boyfriend wonders how Pico manages to balance so many jobs at once. He himself can barely handle the one!

"Mr. Pico said that he didn't trust Moloch and wanted us to stay somewhere safer."

"Which is weird, because Moloch is our friend! But it made him happier, so we came here with him."

"It's boring here, so Pump and I have been teaching lots of people how to spooky dance!"

"Oh?" Girlfriend indulges them and smiles as they crowd closer to her. "Can you show me too?"

"You don't know the spooky dance?"

"We should show her!"

"It goes like this!" The pair of children do a little dance for her, and a happy laugh escapes her as she watches. Boyfriend leans back and enjoys her happiness as the kids continue to chat with her.

"That looks like fun!"

"You can do it too!" Skid tugs on her hands, and it's enough to get her to stand up. "Just hold out your hands like this-"

"-and then you move like this!" The two of them demonstrate one more time before looking at Girlfriend expectantly. It takes her a few times, but the kids are surprisingly patient and more than happy to show her as many times as she requests until she gets it right. The sight of her having so much fun melts his heart, and he sighs as he watches her enjoy herself.

"Damn, look at you, meltin' into the table."

Boyfriend nearly slams his face against the table, making Pico guffaw as he puts their meals on the table. "Dude!"

"What? Just spittin' facts. Hey!" Pico's hands come to rest on his hips as he glares at the kids. Both Girlfriend and Boyfriend exchange a look, hiding their amused grins behind their hands as Pico takes on his caretaking role. "Skid, Pump, what did I say 'bout botherin' the customers?"

"Uhh..." The two kids freeze in place, looking at each other before looking at Pico. "Don't?"

"And what are you two doin'?"

"Bothering your friends!" Pump grins as Skid nods in agreement. "They are not customers, right?"

A puff of a laugh escapes Girlfriend as Boyfriend nudges Pico. "Yeah dude, we're your friends, not customers. We should get a de-"

A glare is enough to silence Boyfriend, but Girlfriend's composure quickly falls apart as a fit of giggles escapes her. Pico ignores her as he focuses his attention on his two charges. "They're still customers."

"But it's boring here!"

"Yeah, it's too quiet. You said there'd be music!"

"But there's no music, except for the soft elevator music."

"But that's boring too."

Both boys pout as Pico sighs and massages his temples. "Look, I didn't know the band would cancel today. After I'm done here, we can do something fun , okay?"

"Like getting candy?"

"Yeah, like gettin' candy." The two kids cheer and run off somewhere before Pico can stop them. "Hey-!"

"Damn, Pico, I didn't think you'd be good with kids." Boyfriend snickers as he eats a fry, watching as Pico sighs for the umpteenth time.

"You call that bein' good with kids?"

"It's better than I'd ever expect outta you."

"Rude little bitch." Pico snatches a few fries and chomps on them, ignoring Boyfriend's protests.

"When do you get off, Pico?" Girlfriend spins her fork around in her pasta before feeding the first bite to Boyfriend, keeping her eyes on Pico as the ginger hums thoughtfully.

"Technically nine, but I gotta watch the kids 'til ten. That's when Lila comes back from her shit."

"Do you wanna come over for movie night?" She looks over to Boyfriend who nods in agreement. Pico laughs and shakes his head.

"Ain't this supposed to be ya guys' anniversary date? Why the hell am I bein' invited?"

"'Cause it's more fun when you join us!" Boyfriend pipes up, making his eyes go wide with hope, knowing how much of a sucker Pico is for his puppy dog eyes. Like he predicts, Pico grumbles and looks away, a slight blush to his cheeks as he tries to regain his composure.

"Touchin', but nah. It's y'all's day. It's not my place to interrupt."

"You wouldn't be-!" A ringtone goes off in the middle of her sentence. Girlfriend pauses, taking her phone out as her smile vanishes. "Oh, just a minute." She leaves the table quickly as she answers her phone with a faint, "Hi, Daddy..."

"Hm." They watch her go outside before Pico turns back to Boyfriend. "I hope you have somethin' really good planned for tonight."

"Well, I don't have anything planned, per se-"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"But! Movie night is gonna be a thing! Or, was." Boyfriend frowns, not liking how it was her dad who called her. Knowing him, he could be asking her to come home earlier than planned, ruining their romantic movie night. "I was gonna play it by ear, y'know, in case something like that happens."

"Fair." Pico crosses his arms and fixes Boyfriend with a stare. "So how are you gonna save this night then?"

"Dunno yet." Boyfriend bites his lip and scratches at the table. "Like I said, I don't have much planned, so like..." His eyes wander over to the stage. A keyboard is the only instrument present on the stage alongside the stereos. He blinks slowly at the sight of it, a hum low in his throat.

"What? Ya suddenly got an idea?" Pico follows his gaze and whistles low. "Gonna sing a love song?"

"What? No." A pause. "Maybe. I dunno."

"You dunno?"

"I don't really have a song lined up." But it would be perfect. She loves it when he sings. Or raps. Or does anything really. And she did seem a little disappointed when she found out that there wasn't going to be a show tonight...

"You're a rapper," Pico supplies easily. "Just freestyle."

"But I don't have any beats." Which is true, unless he gets some help. His eyes wander up to meet Pico's gaze. "...Can I ask a favor?"

"Shoot."

"You still beatbox?"

And Pico smirks. "Only if ya got a plan."

Boyfriend looks around the bar, his eyes landing on the Spooky Boys and Cassette Girl. Music flows behind his eyes as he maps out the beats and flows on the spot. Fingers tap out the rhythm he wants to follow, and Pico taps his foot in tandem. "I think," he says, watching as Girlfriend comes back into the bar with a gloomy look on her face, "I've got a plan."

Pico leans forward, and Boyfriend quickly whispers it to him before shooing the ginger away. When Girlfriend takes her seat, Boyfriend takes it upon himself to buy some time for Pico as he keeps Girlfriend's attention on him.

"Something up?"

"Oh, it's just Daddy." Her frown deepens, and Boyfriend can feel his heart drop from the sight. She shouldn't be unhappy on their anniversary - of course her dad would ruin things for her. "He wants me to come home early, says he doesn't want me to stay over too late since he doesn't trust you to keep your hands to yourself."

"Tch. Your old man needs to lay off." From the corner of his eye, he sees Cassette Girl wander to some backroom, only to reappear with a few more coworkers as one of them takes over her position by the podium. Pico follows her next, helping her set up a couple of mics as she tests out the keyboard. The noises catch the attention of the patrons, including Girlfriend as she turns in interest at the ruckus.

"What's going on? Oh, is there a show happening after all?" A small smile forms on her lips as she watches the prep. "I wonder who they managed to get!"

"Yeah, I wonder." Boyfriend lets her watch them for a second longer before taking her attention again. "So how long can you stay out?"

"Mmm, at most, maybe an hour? Daddy's imps will come and pick me up, regardless of where I am." She puffs her cheeks out, which would normally be cute if she wasn't so distressed. "Mommy was okay with me spending the night! But Daddy won't even let me stay before midnight, so that ruins movie night..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. We can always have movie night whenever." He reaches over and takes her hand, giving it a firm, comforting squeeze.

"But today was supposed to be our day." She frowns again, holding onto his hand as she sighs softly. "We were supposed to have a nice night doing whatever we wanted. And now that's going to be ruined because my dad is being... himself again."

Random beats start playing. It takes them both by surprise as they turn around to see Pico messing with... some kind of pad? Is that a launchpad? Cassette Girl shakes her head and points to some buttons before Pico nods and- ah. So he didn't steal it from someone. Clearly, it was Cassette Girl's own device.

"What are they doing?" Girlfriend watches with more interest as the two kids clamber onto the stage, Pico talking to them softly as they nod along to whatever he's saying excitedly. He wags his finger like a metronome, and the boys both follow its movement before nodding furiously as he grins and pats the tops of their heads. As Pico looks up from the boys, he meets Boyfriend's gaze and gives a small nod before standing up.

"They're getting a show ready for you." Boyfriend grins when Girlfriend looks over to him bewildered.

"What do you mean, for me?"

"Heeeellloooo, everyone!" Cassette Girl speaks into the microphone with her familiar drawl, getting the patrons to quiet down as they watch with rapt attention. "Now, as you know, our booked gig for tonight ended up cancelling, but at the very last minute, we managed to snag another performer instead! You may be familiar with his bright blue hair and obnoxious voice," a rumble of laughter rolls through the crowd, but he takes it all in stride as he waits for the intro to end, "but he's gotten pretty famous throughout these parts for his amazing freestyle rap! Dedicated to his lovely Girlfriend of one year, we have Mr. Boyfriend, here to perform for one night only!"

"Boyfriend?!" Girlfriend's eyes widen in excitement as he stands from his seat, grinning confidently as he winks to her. It's not often he gets to perform for the sake of performing, so he wants to make this the best performance she's ever seen.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

As if he wasn't.

He takes the offered microphone from Cassette Girl as she takes her place behind the keyboard.

"Heya, folks!" He waves out to the crowd as the people who recognize him from his many rap battles cheer him on. Girlfriend cheers from the crowd, for once enjoying the show as just a normal person, instead of being in the thick of it. "Like Cassey said, this show is dedicated to my Girlfriend. I started this whole career for her, and if it weren't for her, I never would have found this flow in my life. I love her more than any song can convey, so I hope a show's worth of songs can get the message along. Now are you ready to get funkin' lit?!"

The crowd erupts into cheers as Girlfriend stands and cheers the loudest, her smile wide and bright as she pumps her fist in the air. They wait for the crowd to calm down before Pico starts his beatboxing. The beat begins slow, the notes sounding familiar as recognition settles on Girlfriend's features.

"Yo," he begins, holding the microphone close to his lips as he gets into the beat, "it's the remix." Pico's beatboxing continues before Cassette Girl joins in with her keyboard. The beat plays from the launchpad as the beatboxing ends, and that's his cue to start rapping.

"Don't look complacent, wearin' those rags, you ain't adjacent. Lookie, I'm fly, and you look basic. Look in her eyes, and I feel like takin' it for the win." He meets Girlfriend's gaze with a grin as he waves his hand back and forth, pumping the crowd up as he continues to rap.

"Her dad be evil, no twin. Skin purp' like the Sprite, sippin'. He open his yap and you wouldn't believe it's the sound of an angel when he spittin'." At Pico's cue, Skid and Pump join in with a chant of, "Go man go! Go man go!" They keep it up as Boyfriend continues to rap, the energy high and exciting as he performs for fun.

"Even though he look like a demon, hold my blue nuts as I battle for the takin'. Of this girl, I just wanna hold her hand. Look in our DM's and it's like candy land." Boyfriend kneels on the stage and gestures for Girlfriend to come closer. Without missing a beat, Girlfriend makes her way over, her head bobbing in time to the rhythm as she smiles blissfully.

"Yo, I really can't bust when her evil ass dad tryna make my ass be grass. So I got one shot, learned to spit real hot, and it might just go like this." As he takes her hand, he pulls her onto the stage and the Spooky Boys go quiet for his next lines.

"I don't mean no disrespect, but there's something about her I can't let go. Baby, you know that I love you, even though my balls are blue." The joke gets a giggle from Girlfriend, and it takes all his willpower not to stop rapping just to kiss her right there.

"I want to spend my life with her, even if her dad is evil or some shit. Now spit it like this: we gettin' freaky on a Friday night, chyeah!" The crowd goes wild as he scoops Girlfriend up in one arm, cradling her against his body as he continues to rap. Her arms wrap around his neck as she leans against him, warm and happy in his embrace.

As she should be.

The Spooky Boys return with the chant, pumping the crowd up some more as they cheer loudly with the rap.

"I just want to hold her tight, chyeah! Her hair, her eyes, her thighs, yeah. If I die, it'll all be worth it. Just to get a chance to show she's worth it!" He sways with the beat, watching as the crowd gets into the performance. Besides him, Cassette Girl is grinning, nodding her head to the beat as she plays the mellow tunes on her keyboard. Pico meanwhile focuses his attention alternating between beatboxing and playing the right beats on the launchpad, all while paying attention to the song and directing when the boys start and end their chant. Despite the amount of tasks on his shoulders, he holds himself high and proud, enjoying himself with a smile as he moves with the beat. Even the kids are enjoying themselves, bouncing on the spot and watching Pico intently for his cues. A part of Boyfriend wonders if they're even paying attention to the lyrics or if they're too engrossed in the beats and sounds coming from the keyboard and launchpad to even care.

Not that it matters.

All that matters is that they're all having fun . He looks out into the crowd and sees smile upon smile as they're all enjoying themselves to the music. This. This is what performing is all about. The energy, the enjoyment, everyone losing themselves to the music and forgetting their woes and worries for even just a minute-

That's what makes it all so worth it.

He raps the chorus one last time before letting the beat peter out, Pico ending the song with his beatboxing increasing in tempo before ending it abruptly. The crowd continues their cheers as Boyfriend yells into his microphone.

"You guys ready for more?!"

There's no doubt in his mind that he will absolutely be banned from the bar after this show, just with how rowdy the crowd is getting. But it's all worth it in the end as he nods to his friends to play whatever beat that comes to mind. He'll come up with the lyrics on the fly, all of them dedicated to Girlfriend as he sets her down and holds her tight to his side as they sway together.

He doesn't know how long they go for. All the hype and excitement pushes him to continue, and when he looks over to see if Pico or Cassette Girl or even the boys look just a little tired, he's surprised to see them too excited to even consider taking a break. The night is filled with raps filled with jokes and love as the clock finally strikes ten.

Time to end the show.

"Alriiiight, everyone!" Cassette Girl takes the microphone back from Boyfriend, panting slightly as she gestures to the crowd that grew during the performance. "Unfortunately, that's it for this show! Thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed your meals, and please, come back again when we host another gig or open mic!" The crowd applauds as they all bow. Cassette Girl pats his shoulder with a grin and turns back to help Pico clean up. Girlfriend clings to his side, giggling and burying her face against his neck.

"Ohhh, that was so much fun!" Her giddiness makes him laugh as he hugs her tight, covering her face in kisses as he breathes for the first time since the performance began.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Are you kidding?!" She laughs and picks him up, twirling them together in a circle before cuddling him midair. "That was the most fun I've had in ages!"

"I'm glad," he admits, relief washing over him that their night was a success after all. "Sucks we didn't finish our dinners though."

"I can get boxes for them." Pico shows up next to them, both kids curled up in his arms as they cling to him. "Or, uh, I can get Cass to get 'em for ya."

"Aww, are they tired?" Girlfriend sets Boyfriend down to take a look at the kids. "They did a really good job tonight!" Skid lifts his head up, a tired but bright smile on his face as he giggles.

"That was fun! I wanna do it again, Mr. Pico!"

"I'll think about it. Remember what we promised before the show?"

"No repeating the bad words around mom," both boys respond, although Pump's words are muffled against Pico's shirt. He chuckles and nods towards the couple.

"I gotta get these kids home. You guys get some rest too."

"We will." Boyfriend stretches, feeling worn out from the show.

"See ya."

"Bye, Pico!" Girlfriend waves as Pico walks off, the two kids waving from Pico's arms. "He really is good with kids, even if he won't admit it."

"He's always been protective of them." They both hum, the thought sobering them a bit as they watch the ginger disappear in the crowd. "We should visit him later and make sure he's okay too."

"Sounds like a plan." Girlfriend smiles and takes his hand, swinging their arms between them. A waitress comes by quickly, helping them pack their barely eaten dinners and shooing them out of the bar. As they leave, Boyfriend passes by Server-chan, her expression still looking exhausted as their eyes meet. But despite this, she smiles when she sees him, and he hopes she had fun too during his show.

He and Girlfriend walk for about five minutes before a limo pulls up beside them. She sighs and turns to hug him tight, her face buried in his shoulder before she kisses him softly.

"Thanks for the lovely night," she whispers, soft and tender as the warmth from her cheek seeps through his shirt. "It really was the best night of my life."

"I'm glad then," he whispers back, pressing a kiss to her temple. "'Cause I'm gonna make sure I make every night the best night of your life from now on."

She giggles, pulling herself away reluctantly before climbing into the limo. He watches as it drives away into the night, leaving him alone.

The night air is cold and brisk, but he finds himself warm regardless. A smile wide and bright on his face as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, a tune coming out in the form of a whistle as he walks home.

What a night to remember.

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anightflower · 3 years

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Come and Find Me Chapter 5: The Game

Sorry this chapter is a bit short, I am in the midst of finals and final projects. Thank you for sticking by my side, despite the crazy schedule

Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Stalking, Swearing, Violence

Spencer made his way to the counter, a smiling Ava greeted him.

“Spencer! I’m surprised you’re not with (Y/N), not that I’m not happy to see you of course.”

Spencer returned her smile with a slightly nervous one, “She’s still in bed, I thought I would bring her some coffee before I head to the office. I also wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh Spencer, if you’re confessing your undying devotion to me now, I’m afraid it’s a bit too late, I have my own sexy superhero boyfriend now.” Ava said, doing her signature eyebrow waggle, causing Spencer to laugh.

“I do have a confession, but it involves (Y/N).” Spencer said, a smile spreading across his face.

Her expression became more serious. “Wait is (Y/N) pregnant?”

“I- no, that’s not what-” Spencer stuttered, Ava let out a giggle out Spencer’s flustered face.

“I want to ask her to move in with me.” Spencer said finally.

“Oh my gosh Spencer, that’s fantastic! And I’m honored that you’re asking me, as (Y/N) was mine first, so it’s only right you ask me permission.” Ava grinned, pressing a hand to her heart.

“Do you think she’ll say yes? I don’t want to rush her, I know we’ve been only dating for 8 months, but it just feels right. I love her so much and I want to wake up to her every morning and kiss her goodnight every night. Besides it will be so much easier because she basically lives at my apartment now and I just want to make it official, you know?” Spencer rambled.

Ava’s face radiated pure joy. “Oh Spence, she’ll definitely say yes! God (Y/N) will be over the moon are you kidding? You two are the cutest fucking thing, oh my god this is so exciting!” She squealed.

“I’m going to ask her when she gets back from Florida, I know her lease is almost up so that will make things a lot easier too. I’ve been looking at different apartments that are slightly bigger because I know she wants an at home office and I’m sure it will be nice to have her own space-”

“Spencer, I am so glad she has you. You make her so happy and treat her so well. I know she’ll be happy with whatever. But beware, her full interior designer will come out if you guys get your own place.” Ava warned teasingly.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Spencer grinned.

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His hand shook as he opened the door to his apartment. As he slammed the door shut, he met the worried face of his roommate, who was putting on his jacket to leave.

“You okay man?” His roommate Nick asked, eyes filled with concern.

“Don’t worry about it dude.” The Boy said with an angry shrug making his way to his room.

“Uh, okay dude, if you need anything shoot me a text. I’m meeting up with Ava, I’ll probably stay at her place for a couple days.”

“Cool bro, have fun.” The boy said flatly.

Nick looked like he was about to say something, but he shut his mouth and shrugged.

“Later.” Nick said quietly, grabbing his bag and fleeing out the door.

The Boy didn’t respond. He just stomped into his room, red filling his vision.

The Doctor was going to take you away from him permanently, he could feel it.

Moving in leads to marriage, then kids. How could he have let it get this far? The Boy should have intervened earlier, opened your eyes to the truth.

The Boy let out a scream and punched a whole in the wall. It felt good to let his anger out. He pictured the Doctor in place of the wall, the image brought of that man bloodied and pleading sent pleasurable shivers through him. The Boy made his way to his bed and pulled out a box from underneath it. It was an obvious spot to keep it underneath there, but Nick respected his space, so the boy had not been worried.

He pulled out his pictures of you. Each image lovingly taken of you, images of you getting ready for work, smiling with Ava, and then his favorites, the ones of you sleeping peacefully in your bed. He had to resist reaching out and caressing your face. He knew he couldn’t risk waking you up, it wasn’t time for you to see him yet, but now it was.

The boy had started to calm down, until an image of you kissing Spencer fell out of the pile. Red filled his vision once again. He had purposely taken this picture to remind himself of his goal; being in the Doctor’s place.

He ripped the image to shreds, and threw the box of goods causing your pictures, some of your old coffee cups and Drew’s home videos to fly all over his room. His rage filled him as he flipped his desk. He couldn’t stop himself as he ripped his rooms to shreds, breaking things and tossing various items at the wall in rage.

When his breathing finally returned to normal, the boy grabbed a bag and began packing. He threw in all of his essentials and grabbed the tapes and photos he could of you. He wasn’t coming back here after this. You and him were going to start a new life in Florida, he had already set everything up. He had his own secluded place and sent ahead some of the things he needed ahead.

He would leave tonight and be down in Florida a day before you. He had planned to arrive a day ahead of you so he could get your home ready. He had even made a little room for you to adjust to everything, knowing how this big of a change would affect you. But he knew you would do it once you realized that you two were meant to be.

Joy filled the boy as he looked around his mess of a room, he felt relief at the thought of never seeing this place or the Doctor again. Yet in his happy stupor, he failed to see the photos and tape he had missed to pick up.

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Present Day

Reid had reached speeds of nearly 110 as he raced back to the precinct with Emily. SHe had not chastised him for his speeds, too worried about the sorrow in Penelope’s voice and what that could mean.

They raced into the precinct and found Penelope, JJ, and Morgan in the meeting room.

“Hotch and Rossi are still talking to Curtis, but they should be back in 30.” Morgan explained.

“There is no time to wait.” Penelope growled. “I can show this to them once they get here.”

“Any luck at Special Delivery?” Emily asked JJ.

“It shut down 5 weeks ago apparently. So whoever we saw, still had access to a uniform. They probably did it to copy Curtis.” JJ explained, her face solemn.

“Shit.” Emily said, flopping down into a chair.”

“I received this ten minutes ago.” Penelope explained, drawing everyone’s attention to the screen at the front of the room. “Reid, you aren’t going to like this, I’m so sorry.”

Spencer’s blood ran cold as he prepared himself for the worst.

The screen was black for a few seconds and then an automated voice rang out from the speakers. “Ring! Ring!” the deep voice said. “Have you figured it out, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer’s heart stopped as images of you flooded the screen. Photos of you and Spencer flashed across the screen. None of which either of you had taken yourselves, each of these was taken from afar. He felt ill when he saw the ones from outside of your apartment. He nearly vomited when the screen switched to photos of you inside your apartment, peacefully sleeping, completely unaware that a completely crazed man was inches away from you.

“I’ve been to your lectures, Dr. Reid.” A voice narrated from the screen. “I know you’ve studied men like me. It’s very fascinating to hear someone talk about you like they’ve known you since birth, when the two of you haven’t even met once. You took one of my dearest friends away from me. But we adapted, your small victory didn’t stop him from guiding me to my love and taking her from you. Do you think with all your knowledge, all of your cases, all of your team, that you can find her in time?”

A timer appeared on the screen, counting down from a minute.

“What?” Penelope cried out, “That wasn’t there before, how in the hell is it there?” She rushed to her computer and began messing around on the keyboard.

Spencer shot out of his chair and raced over to Penelope’s side. “Penelope, what does this countdown mean?” He asked, panicked.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! It didn’t appear before this. The email didn’t even mention a countdown! I tried to track the email, but it was a throwaway.” Penelope looked ready to cry.

“Spencer, it could mean anything.” Morgan said, trying to calm him down.

“Oh yeah Morgan?” Spencer spat. “Well considering it was showing images of my girlfriend before it, my hopes aren’t too high!”

“Spencer.” JJ snapped, “Yelling isn’t going to solve anything.”

“What if it was Will JJ? Would you be calm?” Spencer growled back at her.

The timer was quickly reaching its end.

“Penelope do something, please.” Spencer begged, his voice breaking.

“I’m trying, I don’t know what to do.” Penelope cried out, horrified at her helplessness.

Tears began to flow down Spencer’s face. The room watched in horrified silence as the timer reached zero.

It was silent for a moment and then Spencer’s phone rang.

He looked down at it to see it was an unknown number. His heart stopped as he realized “Ring! Ring!”

“(Y/N) promised to call me after her meeting, if she had been there, she would have called me now.” Spencer said quietly.

“Spencer, if you answer it, I can try and track the number and centralize the area it could be coming from.” Penelope explained urgently.

Spencer took a deep breath and answered the phone. They all jumped up in shock as a video feed came on at the same time he pressed answer.

His heart swelled with relief, you were alive, you seemed unharmed, but god you looked terrified.

“Penelope, scan the room, see if you can find any recognizable items.” Morgan mumbled quietly.

As Penelope’s keys began clacking a way, a voice that sounded eerily like the one in the video of you smugly said, “Hello Doctor, so nice to finally talk to you. Or have we talked before? You never know, let’s see if that big brain of yours remembers.”

“Who are you?” Spencer hissed into the phone.

“Someone who you’ve taken so much from. My mentor, the woman I love- but luckily this ends now.” The voice purred.

“What do you want?” Spencer tried to keep his voice calm.

“I want to play a game with you Doctor, let’s see if that genius brain of yours is as good as they say. You have 24 hours to find your girl. If you are so smart you’ll be able to find her. But when you don’t, and you won’t, it will prove that you don’t don’t deserve her. That you never deserved her. If you can’t find her in time, you will never see her again.”

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kittyanonymity · 4 years

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Marinette is the daughter of Wonder Woman X Superman

Hey have this!!!! I was inspired by @eve-valution and their wonderful art!

Also like.... It’s really just an excuse for Mari to be ridiculously overpowered tbh; plus.... the aesthetic of this tiny adorable girl accidentally breaking things all the time, and getting super flustered over it. >.> It’s cute, ok? lol

Honestly, my original plan for this was Daminette, and this version is; but I might also make some adjustments for a Timinette version (I love them, they’re adorkable together ok)? I haven’t decided yet. ALSO this is just a basic outline; not the fic itself. I haven’t started the fic yet. Feel free to ask things though!! ALSO THIS AU IS CLASS FRIENDLY!!!

~ DAMINETTE VERSION~

So in the latest DC animated movies, they’ve been pushing Diana/Clark pretty heavily while implying that despite Clark’s attraction to Diana, he’s still in love with Lois; this is seen pretty obviously when Diana and Clark go on a date, and Lois shows up. Clark immediately puts space between him and Diana and honestly, it’s a little telling. (this is all in stark contrast to the Justice League cartoon from the 90’s/early 2000’s, where Diana and Bruce ((Wonder Woman and Batman)) were shipped pretty heavily) Talk about baby’s first OTP, am I right? XD

ANYWAY THE POINT IS THIS.

Lois and Clark are together, like they’re getting married. (somewhere in the world, Damian is turning one; this is relevant later.) One night, Superman has a ‘moment of weakness’, and him and Wonder woman bang. BOOM! Pregnant.

Diana is rightfully upset, as Clark immediately tells her this was a mistake, they never should’ve done that. He goes back to Lois, and they don’t speak outside of the Watchtower anymore. Diana does not tell him when she finds out she’s pregnant. She goes to Bruce, tells him she’ll be out of commission for up to 3 years.

Bruce is rightfully concerned, but Diana doesn’t tell him what’s wrong. He assures her she can leave; they’ll keep it together out here while she rests in Themyscira. She feels bad for not telling him, but resolves to do it later. Home she goes, to see her mom and the rest of the Amazons!

Her mother is disgusted by Clark’s conduct, but Diana has always wanted to have a child. They know it will be a daughter: it always is, Hippolyta says conspiratorially. The pregnancy is interesting, and many of the Amazons are startled at how quickly their princess can finish her projects. Hippolyta watches on in concern; her daughter has become startlingly creative during these months, and as a previous Ladybug that can mean only one thing.

Tikki will be back in the family soon.

Hippolyta says nothing about this to Diana, not wanting to alarm her daughter.

When Marinette is born with dark hair, and blue eyes there is no surprise. Diana stares at her daughter as if she is the most beautiful thing to have ever existed, and to her, she is. Marinette spends 3 years on Themyscira, learning from her mother, grandmother, and all of her many sisters. She’s an excitable child, with a penchant for marking walls with whatever she can draw. She grasps language easily, and much quicker than anyone would think possible.

But Diana has a duty. She must return to the outside world to assist the league. She thinks of the outside world, how it has taught her, hurt her, but ultimately made her stronger; and she knows that she wants Marinette to have all of that and more. So she contacts an old friend in Paris.

Sabine had left Themyscira many years prior, once Diana had cleared the way for the other Amazons to venture out. She’d fallen in love with a baker, and though the 2 couldn’t have children of their own, they were excellent people. People Diana knew she could entrust Marinette with. Sabine agreed after they discussed it extensively.

Diana would come see Marinette regularly once she was 10, giving the girl some years to mature, and come to terms with her mother’s identity. Diana assured Sabine she’d send any and all support requested, along with letters and gifts for Marinette as she grew. Diana hated to leave her daughter, but seeing as she would constantly be in danger once again, she couldn’t bear to put Marinette through that. Diana tells Sabine who Marinette’s father is, so they can be ready.

Sabine threatens to cut his dick off, which Diana laughs at. Diana and Marinette live with Sabine and Tom for a year, letting Marinette get to know and love them; and then Diana tells Marinette she has to go, the world needs her.

And Marinette just nods, giving her mother a smile.

“I know mommy.”

Good byes and I love you’s are exchanged, and after many tears, Diana finally manages to tear herself away, and she leaves. There is a hole in her heart the size of the Earth, but Diana has a job to do.

This is the world where Marinette lives now too, and she must do all she can to keep her daughter’s world safe.

Clark and Lois get married while Diana is away, and Jonathan is born; he’s only a year younger than Marinette, and 2 years younger than Damian like in canon. Clark is curious as to where Diana disappeared to, asking around, but the only one who knows is Bruce. And when Clark asks, Bruce simply shrugs.

“She told me she’d be gone for a few years. I didn’t press her for details. Everyone needs a break, Superman.”

Clark didn’t like it; he was worried. For her to disappear so abruptly… Surely she hadn’t truly loved him? Clark hates himself as he thinks about it, regret permeating him. He does his best to not think about it.

At least until Diana shows back up, 4 years later, and a little more jaded than she used to be. Bruce welcomes her back with a small smile, and a nod. Diana doesn’t even look at Clark.

And for Clark, it’s enough to just know that she’s safe. He doesn’t blame her for hating him; he kinda hates him too.

Literally none of the League know about Marinette; Diana doesn’t tell fucking anyone.

Miraculous canon happens as normal, only difference is that Lila is fucking gone after the Volpina incident. She’s gone after that, no return, nothing. I hate that girl, and honestly, I just wanna write something where Marinette’s friends love her, without the class drama. I can’t forgive the Miraculous writers for doing that to the students. Chat is still pretty pushy in his pursuit of Ladybug, but not in an exaggerated way. However, it does still cause some eventual complications that he needs to learn and grow from. Minimum bashing should be involved, and it will be centered around pointing out the toxic things he does, and him correcting those behaviors. Adrien is my boi and I love him.

ANYWAY.

When Marinette is 10, Diana shows up to see her. Marinette has known that Sabine wasn’t her real mother; Mari still calls Sabine Maman though cause like… the woman raised her, duh. Marinette loves Diana, even though she doesn’t remember what her mother looks like. Diana always remembers her birthday, and all of the holidays; Marinette has saved every letter, and gift her mother has ever sent her. She doesn’t realize her mother is Wonder Woman yet. Well, at least until she shows up on her 10th birthday. Marinette recognizes her as the heroine instantly, but says nothing; she’s seen movies, she knows secret identities are important!

Over the years, Sabine has kept Diana informed on the progression of Marinette’s… abilities. Look, the girl is a split between the Amazonian princess, and a Kryptonian. God only knows what she’ll be able to do. So far, Marinette has displayed signs of super strength and speed, and most recently flight; she’s got the enhanced senses as well, and she carries ear plugs with her when they go out. Diana is happy to know though, that Marinette has a strong sense of right and wrong. She owes Sabine a great debt of gratitude, and knows she’ll never be able to thank the woman enough for raising their (because yeah, Marinette is theirs now) daughter.

(Marinette goes to school, excited to tell everyone about her 2 mommies and her daddy. Despite Diana not being romantically involved with them…. Yet???? Maybe????? HMMMM)

After Marinette turns 10, Diana makes a point to visit every spring for her daughter’s birthday, and to check in on things. The day of Marinette’s 14th birthday, Diana steps off of the plane, and on her way to the Dupain-Cheng bakery, she witnesses her first akuma. Preparing to step in, Diana freezes when Ladybug and Chat Noir appear on the scene.

Diana recognizes Marinette on sight, and the spots are familiar. She remembers her mother, the stories of Tikki, and the adventures they had, the evils they stopped. She remembers how anxious her mother was during her pregnancy, when Diana could not stop drawing, writing, whatever she could be doing.

Marinette is a pure soul of creation, born of Tikki’s essence, and she is Diana’s daughter, an Amazon, and half kryptonian.

Diana watches her daughter fight, hands clenched at her sides. The Amazon in her demanding she see this through, watch her daughter be the fierce warrior she is meant to be; the mother in her is clawing at her throat, preventing her from speaking with the force of her panic.

And Marinette is an excellent fighter. Diana recognizes many of the moves she used to practice while they were still on the island, and they’ve been refined, polished, and put on display to show the world. It had to be Sabine’s handiwork, teaching her this. Did Sabine know she was Ladybug? No, she would’ve told Diana first thing.

Diana does not intervene, watching Ladybug win, and undo the damage.

Once the akuma is dealt with, Diana follows her daughter as she swings away and finds a quiet place to de-transform.

“My little light, you have exactly 2 minutes to tell me what is going on.”

Marinette jumps a mile, whipping around to see her mother, and then Tikki is smiling, hugging Diana’s cheek.

“Diana! It’s been too long!” Diana gives the kwami a smile.

“Hello, Tikki, mother misses you.”

Marinette is dumbfounded.

Diana explains everything, about how she knows, and why; tells her about Hippolyta, and her connection to the Miraculous. It was the most exciting and stressful birthday yet.

Diana starts making more regular trips to Paris to assist her daughter when she needs the extra help; since Diana is generally fairly good at keeping her emotions in check, it works out. Marinette works extra hard to make sure she keeps her extra abilities in check.

She uses her powers in small subtle ways; using her flight to get a better distance out of a yo-yo swing, but doing it in a way where it’s unnoticeable to the standard eye. Or using her x ray vision to avoid people she doesn’t want to see. She lets herself be clumsy, and careless with her movements in her daily life, making sure none of her friends can ever make the connection between her and Ladybug later on; before Ladybug, she’s clumsy so she doesn’t draw attention to her powers. The only one who knows she has powers is Nino.

It’s hard to explain to your childhood friend why you’re flying after all; he had been there the first time she’d accidentally used this new power. OOPS

All abilities/side effects Mari has:

-Super strength

-super senses (hearing, sight, smell, etc ((is taste usually included in this???? hm)))

-Enhanced vision (x-ray, thermal)

-Flight

-Super speed (bout as fast as Superman if she tries hard enough)

-Ladybug luck

-Martial arts/various fighting styles

-Amazon swordfighting & archery

Side effects:

-Sluggish in Winter thanks to Ladybug things; will hibernate if she gets too cold

-Has bursts of creative energy that keep her up far longer than she should be; usually crashes afterwards; these will stop as she gets older, and gets a better handle on her Ladybug powers.

-Gets sick easily during the cold months

-Kryptonite hurts her, obviously; she gets a wicked migraine, and nausea; usually her vision gets bad too.

Marinette’s personality doesn’t change all that much, really. She’s still undeniably kind, and selfless, always going out of the way for her friends. She’s a bit more vocal about her sense of justice, not putting up with bullies. Chloe gets her redemption a bit early because of this. Marinette is also not afraid to just absolutely throw down and brawl if you’re being a violent asshole. Like, damn. She is tiny, but she will miss you up.

ANYWHO.

With Diana making frequent trips to Paris, it catches Bruce’s eye, and he of course gets suspicious. The French government has been keeping the situation with the Akumas under wraps for about 3 years now, no news escaping the country. Marinette is currently 16, Diana has been helping her deal with hard to handle akumas for 2 years; Damian is 17, and Jon is 15.

So when Bruce looks into Diana’s activity in Paris, he’s startled to find little to nothing about Wonder Woman. An article briefly mentions something called an ‘akuma’ but then there’s no further mention. Instead he finds records of Diana Prince shacking up with a married couple and their daughter.

When Bruce finds a picture of Diana standing with the Dupain-Chengs, his breath leaves him. She is staring at the girl in the picture with such a proud adoring gaze, and he would have to be blind to miss the resemblance. The girl’s age lines up with when Diana left, and Bruce remembers how unusually concerned Clark had been about her location.

He’s the world’s greatest detective, and the pieces are too easy to put together.

SO Bruce Wayne does what Bruce Wayne always does.

Finds a way to get information.

He invites Francois-Dupont to his yearly student seminar, meant to help students get a jump start on their careers. They must prove why they deserve to attend, like all the schools invited, in the form of an essay, accompanied by a video of their school.

Mlle. Bustier’s class is selected as the class to make the video representing the school; Marinette and Alya volunteer to head the project with audio assistance from Nino, while Adrien offers to help with the budget. The class comes together to offer some kind of assistance or another, even Chloe, who goes out of her way to help the class plan. Marinette writes the basic video out, how it should look, what it should say.

But they need a narrator.

The class unanimously votes for Marinette.

“You know us better than anyone, Nette. It’s gotta be you.”

“Everyone knows you here, Mari; you’re the sweetest girl in the school.”

“A WELCOME VIDEO!”

It’s Alya who shouts it, grinning at the class.

“It’ll be a welcome video with Marinette showing a ‘new kid’ around!”

Marinette’s gotta admit, it’s genius; the class agrees, and planning begins in earnest now that they have a better idea for it.

All of their carefully laid plans fall to pieces when their high end camera breaks the day they need to film. Everyone is shouting, stress is high, and Rose is crying. Marinette knows she needs to do something before an akuma shows up, but then she hears a yelp, and she looks over to see a first year stumble back as Kim knocks into her. Marinette’s there in an instant, steadying the girl on her feet, and giving her a smile.

“Are you ok?”

She’s unaware of Adrien watching her with a fond smile, while he elbows Alya; Alya stops yelling at Chloe long enough to look over, and quickly take her phone out, and press record. The classes attention immediately shifts, the tension all but disappearing.

The first year nods hesitantly.

“Y-yes I’m ok. It’s just my first day here, a-and I’m…” The dark haired girl bit her lip, looking at the floor, “I’m really scared.” Marinette frowned for a moment before she smiled, and took the girls’ hand.

“I’m Marinette, what’s your name?” The girl sniffled, rubbing at her eyes.

“My name’s Bridgette.” Marinette nodded, her smile growing.

“It’s nice to meet you. Sorry about my friend Kim over there. He gets a little excitable sometimes.” Bridgette offered her a smile.

“It’s ok. It looked interesting so I wanted to get closer, but I wasn’t paying much attention.” Her eyes fell, and she looked off to the side, but Marinette gripped her hand gently, causing her to look up.

“I can show you around the school if you like. Everyone here is really nice, I promise. We look after each other the best we can, and you can always ask one of us for help.” Marinette gestures to her classmates, who offer Bridgette encouraging smiles. It’d been awhile since they’d seen Marinette work her particular brand of magic. Bridgette’s smile grew, and she finally nodded.

“I’d really appreciate that, Marinette thank you.” Marinette simply waved her off.

“It’s fine! We’ll make it fun!” She turned to her class, missing Alya hiding behind Adrien, still recording.

“I’ll be back in a bit guys. Come find me when you get the camera replaced.”

The camera panned around Adrien’s back as Marinette turned away, and began leading Bridgette further into the school. Alya hurried to catch up, the class following shortly after.

Marinette showed the young girl all around the building, from her homeroom class, and to each individual classroom so the girl would never be lost. And she talked to her, learning that Bridgette had just recently moved there from Italy, escaping her old school and the torment she’d endured there. It burned Marinette to know that someone had been so cruel to such a sweet girl, but Bridgette assured her it was fine since she wasn’t there anymore. Marinette in turn, assured her that no one at Dupont would ever treat her so cruelly. And if anyone did happen to do so, she should come find her immediately.

Bridgette laughed, flushing pink.

“Thanks, Mari!” Bridgette’s gaze grew wistful, “It’s been awhile since I’ve laughed with a friend.”

And Marinette was resplendent in her joy, pulling the girl into a gentle hug.

“We’ll look out for you, Bridgette. You can count on us.” The girl returned the embrace, nodding. After a moment, the two girls pulled back, and Bridgette smiled.

“Thanks for caring, Mari.” Marinette shrugged, giving her a smile.

“You’re worth it, Bridgette, remember that.” She nodded her head towards a classroom, “But you should probably get to class now. I think you’re really late. I’ll have a talk with Mr. Beaumont about why right after my class and I finish this project, ok? Just tell him Marinette will explain, and he should understand.” Bridgette nodded, thanking her again, before kissing her cheek, and heading to her classroom. Marinette watched her go with a smile, and sighed, before turning to head back to her class.

Only to promptly freeze at the sight of them behind her, grinning in glee, Alya at the front, phone held high.

Marinette flushed bright red.

“Guys, what’re you doing?” Alya clicked end on the recording and grinned at her best friend.

“Getting our video of course!”

Marinette was certain she was going to die. Or combust on the spot. God, what if she actually did though, and it was just another damn power to worry about???

Needless to say, she’s embarrassed. But once the class reviews the video, they find it to be perfect. They were able to stay close enough to hear Bridgette’s and Marinette’s conversation, and hear Marinette explaining things to her. Nino took the audio and boosted it in certain parts, and making sure to edit out any personal information the girls discussed during the tour.

The video coupled with the 15 page essay Marinette submits secures their spot in the seminar.

Meanwhile, when Diana hears Marinette gushing about their school being invited to the annual Wayne Seminar, she is immediately suspicious. She finds Bruce within the day, appearing in the Batcave with no preamble; Bruce is waiting for her.

He offers her a drink. And Diana sighs, because he definitely already knows; so she accepts his drink, and they sit.

And they talk.

He asks why she didn’t tell him, he would’ve helped her. And Diana laughs, and it’s surprisingly good natured.

“Bruce, you would’ve killed him back then. Don’t think I don’t know how much you two hated each other back then.” She sighed, “You idiots were finally about to be friends, and if I’d told you what he’d said, what we’d done…” She snorted, “I was quite sure you would’ve killed him.” Bruce didn’t deny her accusations, nor did he accept them.

“What’s she like?” And Bruce watched Diana’s whole body relax, a small smile on her face as she swirled the liquor in her glass.

“She is the best thing that has ever existed for me in this world. She’s my little light, and I will see that this world is safe for her.” Bruce thought of his sons, his daughters, and he nodded.

“And her powers?” Diana’s grin grew broad, and she raised her fist.

“She is strong, Bruce. The strongest.” Again, Bruce nodded, having a drink from his glass as Diana stared him down, “If you hurt her while she is in your care, Bruce, we will have problems. You know this?” Bruce sat his glass down, reaching for the bottle to refill his cup.

“I know, Diana. My intentions are purely curious, I promise you.” He smiled, a small upturn of his lips, “She was the star of their video, you know.”

He shows her the video the class submitted, edited to include the class singing the praises of their class president as an intro, before it cut to some footage taken on a cell phone. It followed Marinette around as she guided a younger student around the school, offering advice, and going out of her way to help the girl. The footage ended with the girl’s blushing face before it cut to an outro featuring the Journalist of the class, Alya Cesaire. Alya had said that since Marinette was writing the essay, she knew her friend wouldn’t include her own good deeds, and since Alya was in charge of the video, she’d take care of it here.

And Diana watched her daughter’s best friend proudly declare Marinette’s achievements, and her aspirations; the good she’d done, and the bad she’d prevented, or outright ended.

Bruce pretended not to notice Diana’s tears.

OOF I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE THAT MUCH OF THAT WOW

Ok so anyway, trip to Gotham gets secured cause of all that. Master Fu will send Kaalki with Marinette as an assured countermeasure against akumas, and Diana promises she will stay in Paris while Marinette is in Gotham. This assures Marinette that between her mom, Viperion, and Ryuuko they could hold their own until she could get there.

To Gotham! YAY!

They land mid afternoon, check into the hotel, and fucking sleep. That’s it.

Next day, they have a guided tour of the Gotham Natural History museum, which is super dope, and everyone is excited; except for Chloe, because even redeemed she’s kind of a brat. I love her. Marinette meets Tim first in this one. Tim is at the Museum because as CEO of Wayne Enterprises he is donating something to the museum. They bump into each other, and she knocks him down.

Tim is kind of stunned cause this tiny pixie like girl just knocked right into him and didn’t even budge, holy shit. And Marinette is stumbling over her words as she apologizes, and helps Tim up, and wow, that is one hell of a grip for someone that size, what the fUCK. Tim is properly dismayed, but waves off her concern good naturedly, saying he shouldn’t have been standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot; Marinette flushes brighter, insisting she should’ve been paying more attention.

And then Jason shows up, cause like damn Tim, what the hell is taking you so long?

Looks at Marinette.

Hey isn’t she a bit young for you, Drake?

(in another timeline this would probably be a fun Timinette AU, I won’t lie. hmmmmmmm…..)

Tim rolls his eyes at Jason’s antics, offering Marinette a grimace.

‘Sorry about him, he’s deplorable. Again I’m sorry for running into you’

Marinette laughs it off, shaking her head

‘I’m so sorry for knocking you down. I’ll make sure to pay more attention.’

Tim and Jason leave, Jason offering her a wide grin and a little wave; Marinette just shakes her head in amusement, and catches up with the class.

MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE MUSEUM

Damian and Jon are hanging out; Jon has decided to come and pester him since his school, Metropolis Prep, is also invited to the seminar, and Damian likes his friend, he really does, but *god* he is suffering right now. Jon is making comments left and right, and Damian is about to lose it.

‘Ooh, am I making you mad, Wayne?’

Damian glares at his friend.

‘Stop talking. My head is killing me, and I am *this* close to killing *you*.’

Jon just laughs, and Damian rolls his eyes.

After awhile of wandering around, looking at things, they go get some lunch in the cafeteria. There’s a large group of French students taking up one of the tables, one dark haired girl standing while the others are sitting; there’s a map and a notebook spread out in front of her. Damian watches as she smiles at her classmates, writing things in the notebook, while marking things on the map.

‘Oh, that’s cool!’

Damian looks at Jon, ‘What?’ Jon grins.

‘They’re planning on what they want to see while in Gotham.’

‘How do you know?’ Jon rolls his eyes as they get some food.

‘Damian. I have super powers, idiot.’ Damian snorts.

‘Doesn’t explain your incompetence though.’

Both boys miss the wide eyed stare Marinette is giving Jon from her table.

She hadn’t MEANT to hear him, but when you can hear pretty much everything, eavesdropping is inevitable; doesn’t mean she has to like it though.

Also, wow that boy looks so much like her?? How weird.

She and the class finish planning other places they’d like to go, while Marinette turns the list of locations into Miss Bustier for her to review. They had a basic schedule set up, but their teacher had allowed them to see Gotham for what it was before finalizing things.

After lunch, their tour resumes, and Jon and Damian find themselves along the same path as Marinette’s class. They’ve moved past some of the older cultural items, and are entering the room of heroes and villains. Wax replicas of Batman, all of the Robins’, Black Bat, Batgirl, and various big name villains line the walls. Damian was on edge the entire time, not quite listening to Jon’s rambling.

And well OF COURSE something goes wrong, because you can’t have the Dupont kids go anywhere with no problems.

Two Face steps down from where his figure used to be, unloading his gun into the ceiling. He thinks he’ll have an easy time taking this French class hostage.

He is not prepared for these kids.

Alix and Kim tag team a couple of his henchmen with support from Max who has outfitted Markov with some new tech as well. Juleka (who has been tapped for the Lion Miraculous before) and Rose (who’s used the Mouse) take one down, while Ivan smashes two more henchmen together, shielding Mylene. Alya takes the knees out another one while Nino comes across his jaw with a hard left cross. Nathaniel is in front of Sabrina, shielding her when Chloe comes down hard on the henchman in front of them.

Adrien and Marinette go for Two Face, each of them a bit surprised at how the other moved.

And Damian is shocked stupid, watching this French class absolutely decimate one of Gotham’s finest rogues.

Meanwhile Jon is stuck staring at the duo. Between looking at the cute blonde boy, or the dark haired girl who is *WAY* stronger than she looks; especially if she can throw Two Face around one handed, damn.

And Marinette is more concerned with keeping her friends safe than hiding her abilities, and she probably moves too fast, and uses too much strength; her classmates buy her excuse of her extra martial arts classes outside of class.

Damian however does not.

And then the police show up, shocked to find this group of criminals subdued by a group of foreign teenagers.

The second Damian is out of the museum, losing Jon for a moment in the chaos, he calls his father.

“Why didn’t you tell me there was a meta among that French class you invited?”

Damian can practically his father shrug.

“It’s not my business to tell, Damian. Just talk to her.”

He growled as his father ended the call; the man knew something, he knew it.

And thus begins the chronicles of Damian trying to figure out WTH is going on with Marinette; which leads to friendship. Damnit.

This is where the typical getting to know you Daminette stuff will happen.. Including dates, and identity reveals.

The biggest conflict of this is honestly dealing with Superman when he finds out. Marinette has known who her father was since she was 10 years old, when she learned her mother’s identity; but Diana didn’t officially tell her until her 14th birthday, after the akuma incident.

“No more secrets, little light; I will tell you everything.” Diana had said; and she had.

Marinette is glad to have Tom, because wow her real father sounds like a dickhead.

When she officially meets Jon (Damian introduces them), she immediately realizes ‘well fuck, I have a little brother???? And he’s best friends with the boy I have a crush on, shit.’

Anyway, Superman finds out Diana had a daughter, their daughter, after the trip to Gotham concludes, and he immediately heads for Paris as Superman. He finds Diana as Wonder Woman talking to a young girl in Red with black spots, but Superman is set on speaking to Diana as he lands, and starts striding up to her.

“We need to talk.” Diana stares at him dispassionately as he walks up.

“I have nothing to say to you. Leave.”

Clark reaches out for Diana’s hand, only to have his wrist grabbed by the girl in red; who is glaring up at him fiercely. Wow her grip is tight…

“If you touch my mother, I will decimate you.”

And Clark is reeling, because holy shit, this is his daughter; his and Diana’s blood. And Clark just looks at Diana, conflicted.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Diana?” Diana shrugged.

“Telling you would not have changed the outcome. I have always wanted a child, and she is everything I need of this world. Why would I tell you?”

“Because she’s my blood too! She’s kryptonian!” And the girl growls, and then she is hovering in front of his face, blocking his view of Diana. Her eyes are a blazing blue behind her mask, and Clark realizes: she can fly.

“I may share your blood, Superman, but I am not Kryptonian; I am an Amazon. I am Ladybug. And I will not listen to you berate my mother for her choices. She told you to leave, and I can assure you, I won’t be as nice when I demand your absence.”

And Clark is just. Stunned. Because yeah, that was definitely an Amazonian level threat she just gave him; but he’s Superman, and yeah, she’s his daughter, but how strong could she be? Should he push the matter?

Clark watches as other heroes slowly appear behind the girl; One clad in orange, one in green; A fox and turtle respectively. Then there’s the one in black, green eyes narrowed at him; a feral cat, it looks like. Then there’s the one in yellow and rusty orange, a snarl marring her lips; a Bee?? Or a Hornet?? The final two are teal and red, a boy and a girl; a snake, and a… dragon?

What has his daughter been up to in Paris?

Grief swells within him, and he sighs.

“Ok, I’ll-”

Ladybug screams.

“Hello Superman, I am Hawkmoth.”

And that’ll be the final fight of this fic I think! They’ll beat akumatized Superman (batfam Zetas in to help, and so does Jon and Connor), and then Clark leads them to Hawkmoth’s base, and Gabriel is dealt with, along with Nathalie. Marinette and Adrien will both do university in America, with Adrien learning under Bruce about business along with Damian (the 2 become surprisingly good friends after a point), and Marinette accepted Audrey’s internship while she goes to school in New York. She frequently pops over to the manor to see the Batfam.

I’m gonna work on the Timinette version of this next; that ship is so adorkable and I *LOVE* it

There may also end up being a Jasonette version?? I haven’t decided yet tbh

#maribat #daminette #mlb x dc #WonderSuper AU #that'll be the tag for this #will I actually write it??#WHO KNOWS!#NOT *ME*!#:D #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#this AU isn't entirely Superman friendly #but it IS class friendly!!! :D #here have this!

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come (from) away with me buck x eddie, 1k for: @lifeinkinder who asked for Buck doing theater as a form of therapy

Eddie’s not going to laugh, because he’s not an asshole, but—he kind of wants to. Just a little, when he sees how Buck scuffs his foot onto the wood floor at the back of the stage before looking out into the audience again, eyes searching over the rows for the third time since Eddie slipped into the rehearsal and took the seat in the darkened last row. It’s so like Buck, to extend an invitation with such casual sincerity, only to get flustered once Eddie took him up on it. It occurs to Eddie, as Buck looks up from under his lashes again, that he’s probably not visible past the bright stage lights, and when the director stops the ongoing scene to give a few notes, he takes the opportunity to jog quietly down the aisle and take a seat a few rows up from the stage.

The smile that spreads over Buck’s flushed cheeks when he glances up again makes Eddie forget how to breathe.

He’s not used to this feeling with Buck—being in love with him, that’s nothing new, feeling the slow slide of desire through his veins, the rush of gratitude, the giddiness, contentment—that’s all been there, he’s felt all for years now. But letting Buck see that? Three months isn’t long enough for him to get used to it; he still catches himself hiding sometimes, turning away when Buck looks at him a little too intensely, flushing when his touches linger. But here, in a dark theater, he’s free to love without reservation, without the quiet discomfort of being seen, of being watched in return.

Contrary to popular belief, Buck and Eddie do not spend all of their time together. They’re still in the stage that they want to—that had come long before they started dating—but Eddie’s a single father, no matter how much help Buck is, so his alone time with Christopher is precious, and Buck has his sister and newborn niece to bond with. They manage a date night once a week, and Buck stays over at least once during their off days, but other than that, they’re still trying to give each other space. Eddie knows himself, he knows how he gets when he feels trapped into something, and he’s trying his best to make sure that doesn’t happen.

He’d known for the last year that Buck was trying out different forms of emotional expression—a replacement for a therapist, if you asked Eddie, yet no one did—drums were briefly thought about then reconsidered, painting ended with more paint on Buck and Chris than the canvases in front of them, and Eddie had put a stop to carving when a stubby blade mysteriously—through no fault of Buck’s, he swore up and down—gotten jammed into the heel of Buck’s palm. Theater had been the next choice, and Eddie was happy that it had been going so well. He’d done a few group classes, auditioned for a play at Eddie’s encouragement, and had been so pleased when he’d gotten the text about being cast that he’d pulled Eddie in for a hug and kissed him.

Eddie’s heard him running lines for the last few weeks, has sat around a table with the rest of the team reading out of photocopied scripts, but up until this morning, he hadn’t known about the singing. After Buck had invited him to watch dress rehearsal, he’d let it drop that he was nervous about singing in front of an audience, and Eddie had thankfully kept his face schooled into a concerned expression. Buck’s a decent singer—he’s heard him in the car and kitchen enough to know that he’s not tone-deaf, but he’s not particularly good, either, and Eddie’s been nervous for him since he’d admitted it.

So he sinks low into his seat, keeps his phone in his back pocket even though he’s restless for something to do with his hands when Buck’s not the one speaking, and he listens. Musicals have never been his thing, but he can be a supportive partner, and if it’s important to Buck, it’s important to him.

Everything is fine—right until the moment Buck opens his mouth and the Prayer of St. Francis comes out. Eddie doesn’t even realize he’s moved to the edge of his seat until the end, when Buck moves towards the back of the stage again, and he has to wipe tears from his eyes to see clearly. He may not be a practicing Catholic, but he certainly grew up as one, and the song is hitting him hard, weaving together memories of sitting tucked into Abuela’s side during Mass with the feeling of Chris and Buck curled up on either side of him on the couch, all the comfort and peace of those moments wrapping around him like a blanket in the middle of a darkened theater. The feeling stays with him until Buck jokes that they’d ended up in the gayest town in Canada, and the laughter of someone a few rows behind him snaps him out of it.

At the end, he’s standing and clapping along with the handful of people in the audience, whistling when Buck takes a bow. It takes a few minutes for Buck to get down to him, but when he does, he’s hugging him hard and Eddie can’t help but lean in and kiss him. “You were so good,” he says before Buck has a chance to ask, smiling as he watches Buck’s face light up and kissing him again. “Star of the show for sure.”

“It’s an ensemble, but that’s really nice to hear,” Buck says, face bright and cheerful as he pulls away and grabs Eddie by the hand. “I know we didn’t plan to go out, but you wanna? We have a quick meeting, but I’m free after that.”

“I have to go pick up Chris,” he says, lifting their joined hands to glance at his watch; the sight of their interlaced fingers reminds him of prayerful hands, and the peaceful feeling he had earlier is back, stronger. “Come home with us,” he says, tugging Buck closer and wrapping him into a hug. “I’ll pick up some food on the way and maybe you can stay for awhile.”

“I stayed last night,” Buck says, amused.

“You can stay again,” Eddie says. “Tonight, maybe tomorrow night, maybe every night after that, too.”

“Sounds a lot like moving in,” Buck says, and Eddie feels him move slightly just before his lips are pressed below Eddie’s ear. “And they call me the impulsive one.”

“Not impulsive,” Eddie says, kissing his cheek before letting go and moving away, “just ready. See ya at home, Buck.” He jogs up the stairs before Buck can answer, knowing that the Jeep will be in his driveway by the time he gets home with Chris, hoping that Buck will at least bring some clothes with him and they can talk about him moving in. It may seem impulsive, but hearing the lines of the prayer had made him realize that the feeling he had with Buck at his side was never anything near trapped—it was peace. Because he and Buck? They’ve always spoken the same language.

AN: @firstdegreefangirl is amazing for basically telling me what to write and then enduring me saying “just one more question!” about 72 times. I adore her. Here is a clip of the song Buck sings as Kevin T., the one in the red plaid.

#i s2g if tumblr doesn't stop fucking up my formatting #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #this is straight cheese #featuring references to a musical i know nothing about

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faerune · 3 years

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💘 + leon and cassie 🔫 now

also asked by @ottobooty!

where they first met and how hot local racoon city survivors in YOUR area want to fuck! no for real, cassie had holed up in a diner with a group of other survivors and prior to leon getting to the police station he helps cassie fix/find parts to load up an old delivery truck in the back alley to get them all to safety. when leon leaves cassie promises to come back and make sure he + claire have a ride out of town and she does appear in that last shot in her shitty little happy dairy truck like hey you guys look like you need a ride.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved cassie has always been kinda of a flirt just offhandedly and i feel like leon is kinda of the same way just he’s cheesy and awkward about it when he’s a little younger. they flirt during the couple months they’re all trying to get their bearings after racoon city and then don’t really stay in touch much until the gov drags them both in separately.

after that more flirting, some undercover missions and zombies and leon finally asks her to dinner. cassie teases ‘don’t expect me to put out on the first date just because you saved my ass today’ pft.

who fell for who first cassie will never ever admit it but it was her. like hard. she fell for leon like she was carrying a drink carrier full of hot coffee across a busy intersection in new york, tripped off the curb in front of hundreds of people and slammed her knee into the pavement.

where their first date was and what it was like dinner and a movie! cassie loves film but also is not a snob and adores laughably bad movies so they went and saw a goofy ass B action movie and then went to a late dinner at a diner that they always eat at after work.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) leon just pretty simply says let me take you to dinner and cassie teases ‘oh are you asking me on a date kennedy?’ and he just shrugs and goes ‘yeah. i am’ cassie admittedly gets like flustered for half a second and she’s like. okay cool fine.

who proposes first cassie. she’s been so weird and avoidant about getting married so leon has always let her bring it up. when they get back together a few months later they’re laying in bed together and cassie is like can you propose to me now? and leon is like well do you wanna be surprised or do you want the ring now? and cassie just smiles and plops her head on his chest and is like ‘surprise is okay’.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away due to their jobs and them being afraid of having each other just be another thing people hold over their heads to keep them working there, they keep it really quiet at the beginning. everyone on their team kinda knows but they aren’t announcing it everywhere.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) leon takes her out to dinner and then they take a walk in the park! they sit on a little bench all lit up by the winter christmas lights and he gets down on one knee :’)

if they adopt any pets together absolutely! i just have not figured out what kind yet! probably a cat because cassie has cat person energy.

who’s more dominant it kinda flip flops. cassie is more dominant in terms of talking to people, making decisions but in terms of progressing the relationship that’s definitely leon. in terms of some more ahem other times cassie’s a brat and leon just wants to give her whatever she wants.

where their first kiss was and what it was like they’ve kissed on undercover missions before but i’m not sure if it really “counts”. their first kiss as just leon and cassie was when leon dropped her off at her place after their date and cassie pulled him down for a kiss. after they finished leon was smiling all dopey and still kind of leaning down to her and she just smirked at him and wished him a good night.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) sdgjksdg i can see them at the most having like a set of cute matching mugs but that’s about it. cassie would die before wearing matching sweaters with him no matter how much she loves him.

how into pda they are they hand hold/give each other pecks/leon throws his arm around her shoulders while they walk but they’re not too obnoxious about it! cassie likes it but if he tries to do anything else she gets flustered. admittedly, leon kinda loves when she does so he’s always whispering sweet stuff in her ears while she tries to elbow him in the stomach sdklgsdg.

who holds the umbrella when it rains leon!! he’s taller so it just makes sense.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is the diner where they just always got dinner cause it was near the facility where they worked together for so long! they both have never been to DC so they just went to the nearest place after their first day and they were like so this is OUR diner.

who’s more protective leon. cassie is very annoyed by it pft. especially when she pops up during the civil war. ya know. in the middle of an actual warzone with possible biological weapons. cassie: :) im here to cause problems on purpose. leon: why in the FUCK is my ex here armed with a thousand dollar camera and a tiny pistol.

how long it is before they sleep together they almost sleep together the day before their second date, making out on leon’s desk but they get interrupted and they’re like okay we gotta chill. leon arrives to pick her up for their date and cassie yanks him into her bedroom. needless to say they miss their movie.

if they argue about anything they bicker playfully but also cassie accuses leon of not treating her like an adult who can make her own decisions because he’s so fucking overprotective. leon accuses cassie of being careless with her life. they have i guess..not arguments but debates over morals?

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) leon leaves hickeys like he’s a teenager but he’s usually good about keeping them in places that can’t be seen. cassie wears red lipstick a lot so leon has to pay extra attention if they sneak away at work to make sure he doesn’t have it smeared all over his lips. she likes to kiss his cheek and leave a big mark too.

who steals whose clothes and how often cassie: not your hoodies babe, our hoodies.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) they are spooners through and through. cassie needs to be held and leon is happy to do it.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is watching movies together! leon is happy that cassie wants to share all her favorites with him and they have movie nights.

how long they stay mad at each other leon normally just needs a second to cool down normally but cassie holds a grudge for a day or maybe two then she’s ready to talk. but uh...in terms of big betrayals leon gives off the im not angry im disappointed and betrayed and you hurt me energy loud and clear and takes a long time to forgive and settle. it’s the worst cassie has ever felt.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are cassie gets a tall black coffee (iced or hot depending on the season) and leon likes lattes with whipped cream and carmel.

if they ever have any children together yes absolutely! i haven’t decided on names or anything yet but they definitely have two little boys just because that tweet that’s about that dad and two lil boys getting out of the car and the dad goes “who can go hug mom the fastest?!” is THEM.

if they have any special pet names for each other pretty normal ones! baby, babe are the most common. cassie likes to say honey and dear sarcastically because she thinks those make her sound like she’s a 50s housewife but secretly kinda likes calling him honey.

if they ever split up and / or get back together hah UH yeah. cassie leaks information about completed STRATCOM ops and leon eventually finds out and they have a huge fight. leon leaves the next morning and they end their relationship. he doesn’t turn her in because he still loves her and knows she did it with goodness in her heart but he’s just so conflicted. he just basically says turn in your resignation and leaves. they do eventually get back together! they break up early 2004, see each other in 2006 when cassie reaches out to him for his contacts to help her father who gets sick and then in 2011 they’re present in the civil war in the east and they get together after reconnecting through that.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like they meet each other’s parents for the first time! they invite them over for dinner along with cassie’s sisters and nieces and nephews. it’s VERY chaotic but it goes really well. leon’s mom loves cassie. uhh cassie’s dad scares the shit out of leon just because he’s a Jokester and lives for freaking leon out because he’s so obviously very nervous lmao.

what their names are in each other’s phones leon’s phone has cassie as “cassidy 🖤”. cassie has him in her phone just as “baby”. bonus she has his name in her phone the few days after they decide to have a kid as “sperm donor”. leon goes “cassie” in his disappointed voice and she rolls her eyes and finally changes it.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) at the moment just their friday movie nights and whenever they go out of country on a mission they buy a magnet for their fridge!

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first leon usually falls asleep first and wakes up first. cassie usually stays up late on her laptop researching and writing.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon leon is big spoon 80% of the time but he likes to be jetpacked too!

who hogs the bathroom leon after he gets back from a really gross ass mission takes hours but cassie usually hogs it day to day.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside cassie flips out and leon gets a cup and a piece of paper, puts the little guy outside. there have been multiple occasions where it sounded like cassie was in legit danger and leon came skidding into the bathroom only to find cassie standing on the toilet.

#chuckhansen #asks #PHEW #thank you so much you guys <333333 #this helped me a lot with them tbh #ship: conflict of interest

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tr4shmouth-tozi3r · 5 years

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‘are you sure?’ - stanley uris x reader

requested: yes and it took me a bit to get this out cause I legit suck sorry guys lol, but I honestly loved writing this one its adorable🥺

summary: It’s finally Senior year, the last year all of the losers would spend together completely before they all went off to college. Stan and y/n had made a pact as young kids, that throughout the years if they hadn’t had their first kiss and so on, they would be each other’s first for everything. Now at the age of 12 or so, they don’t really fully realize what that entails, but once they hit 14 and share their first kiss, then 15 and it was their first date, then 16 and it was their first hickey, and so forth they start to realize there’s a first that they hadn’t talked about and by this time around they’ve finally found themselves together in a comitted relationship. Their first relationship. Now, it was time to go farther than they ever had, they both wanted it, but who would speak up first? There’s only one night left before they all go their separate ways and one night can change everything.

pairing: stanley uris x reader

warning: super fluff, smut, swearing.

August 29th, 1994

“I can’t believe we all leave tomorrow.” Eddie’s voice spoke solemnly and he let out a sad sigh following his words. All of his friends looked at him with sad smiles and nodded in agreement.

“Eds, I just want you to know, I’ll still keep in touch,” Eddie smiled briefly at Richie’s kind words, but instantly a frown took over his features when the taller boy kept speaking, “I mean, how could a step father ever abandon his step child?”

“Rich, shut the fuck up.” y/n laughed and spoke loudly in Richie’s direction as she lifted her head out of her boyfriend, Stan’s lap who was already rolling his eyes at Richie.

“Hey, it’s true.” Richie smirked at Eddie as he spoke to y/n.

“Can you guys just address it already before you leave and regret it, we put up with your suppressed feelings for years. That shit was stressful.” Mike laughed as Richie’s face flushed and y/n felt the fits of laughter vibrate in her boyfriend’s belly against her head. She looked up at him, a genuinely happy smile adorning her face. She loved Stanley Uris with all her heart and leaving for college and leaving the place where she met some of the most important people to her, was weighing down on her heavy in that moment.

She tuned out the bickering that began to ensue around her and she looked up at him, thinking back to when they were 12.

July 7th, 1988

“Let’s make a deal, everyone has a first for almost everything, right? How about if we haven’t had our first kiss and so on, we’ll promise to be each other’s?” Stan blushed at his own statement. He wondered if he was being too forward or too obvious. He had a crush on y/n since they were about 8 or 9 years old and he never thought she would ever feel the same. Boy, was he wrong.

“You got yourself a deal, Stanley.” y/n smiled, a blush creeping onto her face as well.

“W-Wait, really?” He was flustered and she laughed.

“Of course.”

July 13th, 1990

It was Stan’s birthday and he was 14 today. You had been 14 for a few months now. You still remembered the pact you guys had made two years ago and you wondered if he did, too.

Ring, ring, ring.

The landline on your bedside table shook you from your thoughts and you answered and instantly smiled as you heard Stan’s voice on the other line, “I’m coming over, need to see my best friend on my birthday, right?”

“Of course, and I have a gift for you, better hurry up!” You hung up before he could speak and you mentally slapped yourself. What the fuck was that? I sounded so ridiculous. He’s gonna show up expecting a gift and what am I going to say? It’s my lips?

You sighed heavily, your cheeks turning bright red. Oh god, you were about to mess this up. You could feel it. He didn’t live very far either, so you didn’t have much time to figure this out.

You spent most of the time waiting for him, pacing back and forth in your room and feeling the way your palms were becoming ridiculously sweaty. Don’t get too worked up, relax!

“y/n, Stan’s here, he’s coming up!” Your mom called out from the bottom of the stairs and it felt like your stomach almost fell out of your ass, you were so nervous.

He walked in with a big smile on his face and enveloped you in a sweet hug, “Hey, so where’s this present? Is it another pair of binoculars? I totally don’t need another pair, but another wouldn’t hurt I guess.” He laughed and then noticed your jittery state and how nervous you looked. Before he could speak again, you began to ramble.

“Do—shit okay, do you remember, when w-we were 12 and we uh, we made that pact?” His confused expression disappeared instantly and he smirked at you.

“You remember? Holy shit, I was thinking about that all day, but figured I’d look like a weirdo bringing it up, but you remember...” He murmured sweetly, his eyes widening and the adoration on his face was clear.

“Well, yeah I remember...” you twiddled with your thumbs, “So, I mean, you haven’t had your first kiss have you?” Your eyes shot up and looked into his and he shook his head furiously.

“No, no no, have you?”

“No.”

“So—”

Before he could speak another word, you stepped forward and cupped his face in your hands and your lips pressed against his, in short and sweet kiss and you pulled back slightly just to catch a glimpse of his reaction. You wanted to make sure he was okay with this and judging from the way he leaned forward and pulled you back in and kissed you quite feverishly, he totally was.

You thought about how the year after that came your first date and the year after that things got a little more intense. It was your first hickey and his as well. That one, you swore up and down was unnecessary, but Stan was more than eager and you couldn’t lie, you wanted to know what it felt like. And god, did it feel good. Or maybe it felt as good as it did, because the boy you were in love since you were in 4th grade had his lips pressed so firmly to your neck. His tongue traced your skin so softly, sending shivers up your spine and when he nibbled on the nape of your neck you had let out an involuntary moan. This totally only feels this good when you’re in love. You always told yourself that.

After the hickey escapades your group of friends noticed and relentlessly teased the two of you. They teased you so often and so badly, that they basically drove the two of you into each other’s arms. You didn’t mind, though. You and Stan were both very stubborn and also very shy sometimes. Even when it was clear as day, right in front of you both, you and him chose to ignore it out of fear. And now that you think about it, fear of what? God, 16 is such a weird hormonal age. It was obvious there was something there, but you both would never say it unless the other would admit it and like I said, both of you were very stubborn. So, you would always say your friends brought you two together.

Now, here you were. You were 18 years old, ready to leave for college and leave this life behind and depart from your life long friends. Something was eating away at you, nagging in the back of your mind.

There was still a first that you and Stan had yet to share and you only had about 12 more hours left before that opportunity was out the window. You weren’t sure when you would see him or any of your other friends again, you wanted to make your last night with him memorable. You wanted it to count.

You hummed softly, shutting your eyes and wanting to take mental note of the way he smelled sweet like cinnamon and his breathe always tickled your neck in the same spot when you laid with him like this. You took note of the way his thumb would circle over your hip bone, slowly and sweetly. He held you against him like he never would again, but he always did that. He always savored every minute he had with you in his arms, but now he was really savoring it. You were going to try and make plans for Thanksgiving or Christmas, neither of you were too sure which one and if it would even be 100% possible, but you chose not to think about that right now. Right now, he was here with you and you still had about 10 hours before you would be parting ways.

Stan leaned back, pulling his head away from the crook of your neck and looked at you, “What are you thinking about, babe?” He propped his body up with his elbow and rested his head on his hand, his eyes studying your face.

“I...” You breathed out, suddenly feeling as nervous as you did the day that had kissed him for the first time, “I just... I feel like there’s something we should be doing before we leave. Something that I wanna share with you, another first... it’s been eating away at me for the passed couple of weeks. It’s silly, and you probably don’t want to so—”

“No, stop. Don’t say that, of course I want to. Whatever it is, I want to. I want to do everything with you, y/n.” Your heart soared at the way your boyfriend spoke to you. He was so sweet and he wasn’t even trying to be.

“I want to... I want to have sex with you. Tonight. Preferably right now.” You let your eyes wander across the ceiling as you spoke and you were preparing for the worst when you didn’t hear a single thing come out of Stan’s mouth. As you turned to face him, his lips were parted slightly and his eyes were wide with that same look of adoration he had in his eyes when you were 14 years old rambling on about how you wanted to kiss him.

“God, I’m so in love with you.” He kissed you quite fast and with a longing you couldn’t explain. He wanted to kiss you until you were stuck together and you could never leave each other, but he knew that was impossible. A guy can dream, right?

“Are you sure?” You searched his eyes for any sign of doubt and found nothing. All you saw was the way his eyes were dilated and lips quivered in excitement. The way that his cheeks were flushed and his hands were shakily tracing over your arms and your waist.

“Yes, why are you even asking? I’ve wanted this since last year, but I didn’t want to say anything and make it weird. Plus, I just felt like you weren’t ready and now you are. I knew if you wanted it as bad as I did, you would suck it up and say it first, so I waited, but god I’ve wanted it for a long time. I swear,” He pressed his lips to your jaw and trailed kisses down your neck. His touch softened and he became as gentle as you’ve ever experienced him to be. This was new. This felt different. He took care of you.

You had rolled your eyes at the fact that he admitted his fear of telling you he had wanted this, so he waited for you to speak up first. You were both shy sometimes, yes, but out of the two of you it was safe to say that you were the boldest. You said things when they needed to be said. You did things when they needed to be done. And this needed to be said and done.

You smiled at the way he undressed you slowly, taking his time with you. He was really really trying to savor this now. His eyes scanned over your half naked body, watching as you blushed and tried to cover yourself.

“Baby, stop. Don’t cover yourself, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I wanna remember what you look like right now. I wanna close my eyes on the drive out of here tomorrow, and picture this moment. How you opened up to me and gave me the privilege to share something so meaningful with you. Something so intimate. I wanna remember the night that you really became mine in a whole new way.” His words were soft and full of love and his eyes glistened in the light that illuminated your room. He was so damn gorgeous.

“I love you.” You leapt forward, kissing him so hard you were sure your lips were swollen already. He reached around you, unclasping your bra. His fingers barely touched your shoulders as he sluggishly pulled the bra off of your chest. Goosebumps rose across your skin and the cool air hit your chest. He trailed kisses down your chest and whispered sweet nothings to you the whole way, in between kisses.

You were breathing so heavily, you felt like everything was going to collapse around you. At this point, you were completely naked, legs spread and Stan in between them in just his underwear. He pressed against you, letting you know how hard he was and you hummed against his lips. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the minute. You thought you were going explode.

“I really hate this part. It’s going to hurt a bit, before it feels good and I don’t want to hurt you.” He murmured sweetly and you smiled.

“This is a good hurt. I want this. I want to have this with you. If it makes you feel better, talk me through it, kinda turns me on anyway.” You giggled and he laughed at you, placing a kiss against your forehead.

“Good to know.” He whispered. By this time, he was completely naked as well and back in between your legs positioning himself and pausing for a moment. He held on to himself as he slowly pushed his head against your entrance, “If it hurts, just tell me to stop, okay baby?” He tangled his other hand in your hair and you breathed a shaky okay in response.

He pushed into you further and you gasped, the pain hitting you in small waves, but you didn’t want to stop. He locked eyes with you, “Does it hurt? I’ll stop baby.” You furiously shook your head and without thinking, you pushed your hips into him and he suddenly found himself pushed fully inside of you. You yelped slightly and he groaned.

“Babe, that was totally a bad move if you were in pain.” He breathed, revelling in how amazing it felt to be inside of you.

“Keep going.” You whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your ankles around his waist, “Please...” You bit your lip and suddenly you were gasping as he slowly pulled back, sliding almost completely out of you and then thrusting back into you softly.

“Fuck...” He was breathing heavily against your skin as he buried his head into your neck. He began to kiss and lick all over the skin before him, biting and sucking sweetly on your neck, “I love you so much, I’ve loved you since we were kids. This is the best moment of my life.” He picked up his pace, noticing the pleasure beginning to course through you. Your eyes half lidded and your lips swollen and wet from you licking them. Your face was flushed and your forehead was covered with a small trail of sweat. He looked down at you, into your eyes and wrapped you up in his arms. You clung to him, moaning out his name as you felt him slide further into you.

“I love you, too. I love you so much, too.” You whimpered and he groaned at the way you spoke. You sounded so sexy to him, he loved it.

You could still feel the sting and you winced a bit at the way his hips met yours, “Shhh, it’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” He moaned, “I’ve got you, mmm.”

“Stan, oh my god,” You gasped as his hips came up again, this time a bit harder and a whole new pleasure flew throughout your body, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, go faster, please.” You moaned loudly this time and he threw his head back as he squeezed you tightly, doing as you asked.

“Like this?” Your eyes met as he thrusted in and out of you, at a fast steady pace. You felt your body buzz in ecstasy and he leaned forward engulfing your lips in a hot chaste kiss. Your tongues tangled together and your hands roamed every inch of each other’s bodies.

“Yes, yes.” You cried out in pleasure as he started thrusting harder.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moaned sweetly and you watched as he titled his head back and closed his eyes and in that moment you came undone.

Your legs shook and your ankles detached from around him, your body practically melting into the mattress beneath you, “I-I’m cumming.” You spoke in between breaths and he leaned into you, as you arched your body into him. Your stomach exploded and your walls tightened around him and you swore you saw stars.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” His thrusts became sloppy and he murmured I love yous over and over again as he twitched inside of you, finally letting himself go and spilling into you. You rode out your orgasms together, tightly pressed against one another, as if you were becoming one person.

You held onto him as you both came down from your highs, savoring the moment of being wrapped up in each other. Feeling him pressed flush against your body, skin stuck to skin, hearts beating erratically against each others.

He pressed his forehead to yours and slid out of you, turning over and laying beside you, “That was the best first by far. You’re amazing.” He pulled you against him, kissing top of your head.

“It definitely was.” You smiled up at him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too y/n.”

Okay, I’m actually extremely pleased with how this turned out. This was beautiful:’)

I hope you guys liked it, and to the anon that requested it I hope it was worth the wait for you❤️

#it imagines #stan uris #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris #the fluff is unreal #fluffy smut #smut #fluff #it fanfic #it fanfiction #it requests #requested #personal requests #stan is so precious tho #it chp 1 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #had to throw in that lil reddie moment cause yeah

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neonlights92 · 5 years

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Oh My!

Welcome to Bangtan University. They say your twenties is when you really find yourself. And these kids are only just getting started….

Yoongi has spent a long time perfecting his music. He’s determined to be the best, no matter what it takes. Serious and brooding, most people at Bangtan University are kind of intimidated by him. But not you. You aren’t afraid of his sharp tongue or his narrow gaze. And you’ve made it your own personal mission to crack the impenetrable ice around his heart, no matter the cost.

A/N: Hey guys I’m back from a ridiculously long hiatus... Lots of stuff has happened. But I’m hoping you guys enjoy the first installment in my Bangtan University universe. Yoongi’s story! Jin will be next :) Please let me know what you think!

Warnings : Language and light smut

Genre: College Au.. roommates/friends to lovers au. Fluffy and some angst... be prepared!

SEPTEMBER

You meet Min Yoongi, your brand new roommate, on the very first day of your sophomore year at Bangtan University.

He’s stunningly gorgeous (of course) and you’ve heard the rumours about him and his friends (they are, as your best friend Jisoo insists, seven of the most attractive men on campus) but you’ve never had the pleasure of a conversation with him.

He studies music tech (a quick browse of his instagram had confirmed that) and he’s incredibly good-looking.

That’s about all you know about him at this point.

“I’m Yoongi.” He tells you as he sweeps through the front door of your shitty two bedroom apartment, “You’re Y/N, right?” You have to admit, you’ve never been very good with words. Or with boys.

So you clear your throat decidedly unattractively and nod quickly, “Yeah that’s me. Yep. Y/N.” “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You’ve heard stories of his coldness. Of the impenetrable ice that surrounds Min Yoongi.

And yet standing here, in the middle of your shared living room, with a box of things that has the words Yoongi’s Stuff scribbled crudely across the front, you have to say he’s not all that scary.

“Nice to meet you too.”

He sends you a quick smile and then disappears into his bedroom after that, and you find your heart still beating a mile a minute when you settle in for bed that evening.

Jesus.

One smile from an attractive boy and you’re reduced to this? Pathetic.

But the worst is still yet to come.

OCTOBER

“Min Yoongi!” The handsome boy with the impenetrable gaze groans when he hears you calling his name.

“Fuck. What is it now, Y/N?”

It has been just over a month of sharing the same apartment. A month of bathroom schedules, and slamming the seat down passive aggressively whenever he forgets to put it back.

A whole month of finding yourself more and more attracted to the most intimidating man you’ve ever met.

And yet…

“How many times have I told you,” You hold up the pair of boxer briefs he has so kindly forgotten to place in the laundry basket, “Not to leave your dirty clothes lying around. Especially not your underwear.” You’d blushed when you first spotted the pair of briefs after the shortest shower known to mankind. That underwear had been wrapped snugly around his toned waist. Oh how you wished you could catch more than just a glimpse of the milky white skin that hid just under his black t-shirts.

“Not to mention, I didn’t have time to wash the conditioner out of my hair because the water ran cold halfway through my shower!” You shake your head angrily, “I thought we agreed no longer than five minutes in there.” Yoongi quirks a dark brow at you. As usual, he seems unperturbed by your reaction to his behaviour, and leans back in his desk chair. His headphones, so chunky and a little awkward looking, are wrapped around his neck.

“Y/N. I’m working on my final project. I’m a senior, in case you forgot. This is kind of important.” As if to emphasize his point, he gestures towards the midi-keyboard and laptop he was working on just before you stormed in on him.

“I don’t care.” Suddenly you are painfully aware of the fact that you are in a fucking towel. You’re dripping wet, and you’re stood in the middle of Min Yoongi’s room, with nothing but a raggedy towel to stop him from seeing you naked.

“Maybe we should have this conversation when you’ve got some clothes on.” The coolness in his tone bothers you.

Yoongi never seems bothered by anything you do, and all this does is fluster you further. You scoff.

“I will put clothes on whenever I damn well please.” You have to physically stop yourself from cringing at your words. Why would you say something so fucking stupid?

“As you wish.”

He slips his headphones back on, and turns back to his computer, without so much as an apology. You groan.

You’re angry at him, of course, for his blaise behaviour.

But you’re angry at yourself, too, for the way you feel about him.

Min Yoongi is the most complicated man you’ve ever met. He’s so handsome, and you’ve heard multiple girls on campus talk about all the naughty things they’d want him to do to them.

But Yoongi is basically unattainable.

He’s been at this university for more than two years now, and hasn’t dated a single girl since then (according to the information Jisoo had gathered) and that wasn’t going to change just because you walked into his life.

You are aware of this. Have been aware of this since you met him a month ago.

Yoongi is impenetrable. He has walls protecting his walls.

You’ve seen moments of tenderness from him. Specifically when it comes to his mother, who he calls every night before bed.

And you know he cares, in his own special way. But he’s cold. And he’s standoffish.

Yet you’re determined.

“Fuck you Yoongi,” You reply, with not much anger in your voice. You whip away from him and move into your bedroom, slamming the door shut, and leaning against its surface.

As always, he leaves you with a fluttering pulse, and a need to kiss him.

You bite back this urge, and take a deep breath, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat.

You almost hate the power he has over you.

Almost. But not quite.

NOVEMBER

The first time you witness true vulnerability from Min Yoongi, it absolutely takes your breath away.

It’s been a few weeks since the shower incident, and like with most disagreements between the two of you, it has been long forgotten.

After a particularly long afternoon in the library studying for an exam at the end of the week you’re almost certain you’re going to fail, you roll into your living room to find Yoongi, sat on the sofa, with a tiny little ball of fur clasped between his hands.

He looks up at you as the door clicks closed, and his mouth quirks up slightly on one side.

“Don’t get mad.” Your eyes zero in on the little kitten dozing on his knees.

“Is that a cat?” You ask the question, even though you already know the answer.

Yoongi winces, as though he knows you’re going to get mad at him, and nods, “Yeah. I uh I found her in the gutters outside university. I think her mum abandoned her. She’s look like the runt of the litter.”

You stare at him, sat in the soft glow of the television, his hair pushed back and his legs folded beneath him, his long fingers sifting through the white fur of the little kitten sat so carefully between his legs.

You wait a long moment, soaking everything in.

“What her name?”

He seems to release a breath of tension he wasn’t even aware he’d been holding.

“Peaches.”

You come to sit beside him, your heart filling with affection for the boy sat beside you, and the kitten in his arms.

“Peaches,” You laugh slightly, “That’s a sweet name. We’re going to have to keep her a secret from the landlord. You know we’re not allowed pets.”

The sides of Yoongi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, “I can keep her?” “Sure. She’s adorable. I could never kick something so sweet out onto the street to fend for herself.”

You can’t help the way your heart swells at the earnest look in his eyes, “We should get her a litter box and a bed to sleep in. And maybe some food and water bowls?”

Yoongi smiles at you carefully, “Yeah. Thanks Y/N.” “You’ve got nothing to thank me for.” You tell him, moving your eyes away from him, scared he’ll be able to easily read the desperation you have for him.

That evening you make him some pasta, and the two of you bond over your love of animals. Yoongi tells you about his first pet; a rabbit called Spike, and you listen intently as the boy with all his walls up lets you in just that tiny bit more.

Maybe all hope is not lost.

DECEMBER

It’s two weeks before Christmas break when you spot the little winter market a few streets down from your apartment. When you arrive home from university later on that day and shrug off your jacket, Yoongi is sat in the kitchen, baking the double chocolate fudge brownies you made him for his birthday last month.

“There’s a market in town. Just on Borough street.”

Yoongi looks up at you and you have to giggle at the fact he has chocolate smudged across his forehead.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve got food on my face, right?” You nod and come towards him, using the back of your finger to swipe away the remnants. Your heart speeds up at the warmth of his skin, and you have to remind yourself that this domesticity is strictly platonic.

“Did you want to uh - go. To the market, I mean.”

Yoongi is still staring at you, and you feel your cheeks flush, “We don’t have to I just thought it might be something fun to do. You could invite your friends too.” “No that sounds great.” He nods and turns back to the task at hand, “They’ve got a ferris wheel, right?” “Of course they do. Haven’t you seen it? Jeez, you never leave the apartment.”

“Don’t judge me,” He throws over his shoulder, just as Peaches climbs up onto the counter and moves towards him.

“She’s spoilt you know,” You gesture at the kitten, “You let her get away with murder.” He turns his head and smiles warmly, “Could you say no to this face?” You laugh at the way she leans into his hand, and he lets her lick some of the dark chocolate off the spoon he’s using to mix the ingredients.

The sight is enough to melt your heart into a puddle of stupidity.

You hate yourself for it, but you care about him so much, and you can’t help it.

“So seeing as you’re sorting out the dessert, shall I order some take out?” You say it as quickly as you can to try and distract yourself from the way Yoongi is cuddling with Peaches.

He smiles, “That sounds great Golden Dragon?” “Golden dragon.”

God.

You really like this stupid man.

“That ferris wheel is huge.”

You laugh as Jisoo stares at the lights, eyes widened in awe.

The Christmas market is just as pretty as you expected, and Jisoo seems to be enjoying herself as well.

Yoongi passes you a cup of hot apple cider, and you smile, “Thanks.”

The snow from yesterday morning is only just starting to melt so the hot drink warms your belly and cheeks in a way that makes you sigh contentedly.

“Do you want to ride it?” Jungkook - the youngest of Yoongi’s friends - cocks his head towards the ferris wheel, and Jisoo smiles widely.

“Oh my god yes. Let’s do it.”

“Awesome. C’mon!”

The two of them scurry off, and you feel something warm prickle in the pit of your stomach. When you’d mentioned this outing to Jisoo, she’d jumped at the opportunity, excited at the prospect of hanging out with other people.

You know that she probably secretly wishes the two of you had other friends, but the truth is you never really needed anyone but her. Jisoo has been your best friend since childhood, and when you both decided to go to the same university, you felt like it had been fate.

“This was a great idea, Y/N,” Namjoon pipes up, stuffing his gloved hands in the pockets of his jeans, “Even if it is sub zero temperature.”

You like Namjoon. He’s smart and funny, and his eyes are the colour of warm chocolate brown. He’s a gifted songwriter and producer too, as Yoongi has told you on many an occasion. “Oh stop complaining,” Jimin elbows his friend good-naturedly. The first time you met Jimin you remember thinking how absolutely stunning he was. His smile is brighter than the sun, and you are pretty certain he’d broken more than a few hearts in his time.

But Yoongi told you that Jimin didn’t date. It is a cardinal rule for him; unbreakable. You assume there’s more to the story than you’re being told, but don’t want to pry.

“I’ve told you guys a million times, we should just spend winter break in my parents' beach house in Australia,” Jin rolls his eyes at Namjoon’s complaining, “It’s summer over there at the moment.”

“When I win the lottery, then we’ll go. Until then, I’m afraid we’ve got to suffer through the cold,” Taehyung pulls a face at Jin’s suggestion before snapping a candid photograph of his friends.

Jin - ever over dramatic - immediately starts complaining about needing a little more warning than the flash of Taehyung’s camera, as Jimin grabs Namjoon and wanders off to try and find some cotton candy.

Hoseok - the brightest of Yoongi’s friends - rolls his eyes at you, and shoves Jin on the shoulder playfully, “C’mon, I want to go try out the shooting games.”

“Alright but tell Jin to stop being a baby every time I take his picture,” Taehyung teases, and you stifle a laugh at the almost macabre way in which Jin gasps at his friend’s comment.

“Are you insinuating that I am immature?” He clicks his tongue, “Yah! That’s rich coming from you Taehyung, you don’t even know how to iron your own clothes!”

Hoseok pushes his friends further down the street, towards the games and vendors, as Taehyung snaps yet another photo of Jin complaining.

This time you laugh out loud and Yoongi joins you.

The truth is, you like Yoongi’s friends. You feel at home when you’re with them, and it’s just another example of how you fit perfectly in Yoongi’s life.

“God Jin is actually the most annoying creature on the planet,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice to it, “And Taehyung knows how to push every one of his buttons.” You giggle, “They’re funny together. I really do like your friends.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

You realise the two of you are alone, and something in your gut tells you they did this on purpose.

“Do you want to ride anything?”

Your mouth goes dry at the suggestion.

“Uh… Sure. You said you like ferris wheels, right?” You turn towards the huge moving wheel, “Besides, you can see the whole city from the top. I reckon that would be pretty.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

You follow him towards the ride, and feel your heart thumping distractedly in your chest. There really is something about this boy that makes you feel almost juvenile. Every single thing he does seems to affect you in ways that you would normally be embarrassed of, and yet you can’t bring yourself to care.

“When I was a kid, there used to be this carnival that would come to our city for a couple of weeks at the end of every summer,” He tells you, as the two of you join the back of the line of people waiting for their turn, “And my mom used to take me whenever it came to town. She hated all the bigger rides, but she loved the ferris wheel.”

You smile at the memory, feeling special that Yoongi would choose to share something so personal with you.

“You love her a lot, right? Your mom, I mean?”

He nods, pulling on the beanie covering his hair, “She’s my best friend. I’ve always been quiet and reserved - never with her though. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

“It’s adorable,” You bite your bottom lip and laugh a little when he gives you a look, “I mean it. Not a lot of guys your age would admit to being a mama’s boy. I like that you do.”

“I mean it’s not exactly information I go spreading around,” You reach the front of the queue, and buy your tickets, “So keep it to yourself, alright? I need to keep up appearances.”

You smile at the teasing lilt to his voice and clear your throat.

“Oh I don’t know… I reckon your many admirers would love to know about your big, soft heart.”

You slide into one of the cars, and feel your fingertips tingle and Yoongi takes a seat beside you, the attendant locking the door and instructing you not to open it under any circumstances.

“My admirers?” He scoffs as the attendant moves to the next car, “Don’t be stupid.”

Your eyes widen, “I’m not. You’ve got to be kidding me, Yoongi. Surely you are aware that girls follow you around like lost puppies?”

He shakes his head and licks his bottom lip, “Yeah because they think I’m some mysterious bad boy. They don’t know me. It’s bullshit.”

“Aha but you do admit you have admirers!” You insist, nudging him in the shoulder playfully, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. All of you guys are popular.”

“I’m not ashamed,” He grumbles, as the ferris wheel starts to move towards the darkening sky, “It’s just boring. I don’t really care for it.”

There is a long beat of silence as the ferris wheels moves to it’s highest point, and you gasp slightly when your eyes scan the horizon in front of you. It’s beautiful. Lights twinkling, and trees reaching up into the sky. You can see the humans moving around like little ants - all involved in their own little stories.

“The view is beautiful,” You whisper, pressing your face against the cage of the window to try and breathe in the crisp air, “I knew it would be worth it.” When you turn to Yoongi to assess his reaction, your surprised to see he’s not looking at the view, but at you.

His eyes are dark and intense, and for a moment you wonder if he might kiss you. It’s a stupid thought, of course, but his gaze flickers to your lips and in a moment of weakness you hope for something you know you can never have.

“Yeah. Beautiful.”

The words are quiet and you feel his warm breath on your cheeks.

It feels like this moment is suspended between the two of you. Like any sudden movement might crack this spell you’re under. Your heart is thundering in your chest, and you feel like you might pass out.

After what feels like an eternity, the ferris wheel starts to move again, and Yoongi’s eyes whip away from your own. You feel like you can breath again as you turn your face towards the window, wondering what in the hell just happened.

The rest of the evening is spent laughing and eating, but you never quite calm down the frantic movement of your heart. Because somewhere, in the pit of your stomach, a seed of hope has started to grow.

And perhaps that’s the moment everything becomes dangerous.

JANUARY

The weeks of Christmas break are spent missing Yoongi.

He texts you on Christmas morning to wish you happy holidays, and you spend the whole day warm from his greetings.

You wonder if something’s shifted in him - if maybe he’s starting to see you the way you so desperately want him to see you - so when you get back from the holidays and he introduces you to his new girlfriend, it stings like a bitch.

Her name is Yeri, and she’s absolutely stunning (though a little dense, if he asks you. Which he doesn’t) but she’s nice and you have to force yourself to be polite to her despite the fact your heart feels like it’s cracked right down the middle.

It’s on a Saturday night when the two of you have consumed an entire Golden Dragon takeout and two bottles of wine, that the question slips out of you without your consent.

“You don’t actually like Yeri, do you?” Yoongi cocks an eyebrow at your question, “Excuse me?” “Well.” You can feel the comforting buzz of alcohol blanketing your decision making, “She’s not exactly your type.” “And what is my type, pray tell?” “Someone with an IQ above that of a peanut.” The comment is harsh and you feel guilty (it isn’t Yeri’s fault that you like a man who will never like you back) but Yoongi scoffs a laugh regardless.

“She’s a bit of fun I suppose.” “I mean isn’t that kind of shitty? What if she really likes you? She’s your girlfriend.” He shrugs, “She’s not really my girlfriend.” “That’s what you introduced her as.” “Because it’s easier than introducing her as the girl I occasionally sleep with,” He shakes his head, “Why do you care, anyway?” “I don’t.” You feel the ugly crawl of defense up the length of your spine, “I’m just curious. We’ve been living together for a while now and you don’t date. And then you come back from Christmas break, and you have a girlfriend. I was interested, forgive me.”

Yoongi’s dark eyes glitter with something you can’t quite place, “I told you. I’m too busy to date.” You feel like there might be a double edged sword to his words. Like he’s trying to tell you something about the way you might wish things were between you.

“Yeah. I know.” “Do you know what they call me at uni?” Peaches has jumped onto his lap and he plays with the fur on her head, “The Vortex.” You pretend not to have heard of the nickname. But of course, you have.

Try as he might to fade into the background, Yoongi and his friends are well known around Bangtan. And Yoongi is known for his apparently cold demeanor.

“Who cares? Half the people at this college are fucking stupid. You’re just complicated. I like that about you,” You grab a prawn cracker and at the sound of the crunch, Peaches’s right ear sticks up.

“Traitor.” Yoongi mutters as the kitten makes her way towards you. Then he looks up and smiles, “Thanks for that Y/N.” The comment takes you by surprise. You feel like your heart might burst.

“It’s alright,” You try to shrug casually, “I’m only telling the truth.” As Peaches crawls onto your outstretched legs, Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“Anyway. I ended things with Yeri. Or well, I guess she ended things with me. Things between her and that Baekhyun guy from her chem class were getting serious, it seems. So I’m a free agent again.” He lets that whole thing out in one single breath, as if he’s been waiting for the right moment to say it. You try not to let what he’s just said affect your current facial position.

“Probably for the best.” He smiles again, and you can’t help but think that you want to marry that smile.

“Yeah. Definitely for the best.”

It is in that moment that you realise, with startling clarity, that you may very well be in love with this boy.

SHIT.

FEBRUARY

Valentine’s day has always been painful for you.

Growing up shy and relatively plain-looking, you were never really celebrated by members of the opposite sex. And instead, were forced by Jisoo to attend parties, despite the fact you’d never received even a single Valentine’s card in your entire life.

You decide to spend the day curled up in bed (thank God it’s a Saturday) eating away at a stupidly expensive box of truffles you’d bought yourself on a (self-piteous) whim.

Peaches has decided to set up camp on the fluffy white pillow next to your head, and you’re not sure where her body ends and the material of the pillow begins.

You’re halfway through Pretty Woman when there’s a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in,” You croak, expecting Jisoo (who’d promised that morning to come and visit you on your least favourite day of the year) and instead watching as the door opens to reveal a disheveled Yoongi.

He stands before you, warm and smiling, and you feel your heart throb uncomfortable in your chest.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” There’s a laugh in his voice, and you’d hate him for it if he didn’t look so good smiling.

“I hate Valentine’s day,” You deadpan, not even caring that you probably look a mess, “As you can tell. I guess I’m feeling sorry for myself.”

“This is pathetic.” He tells you and you huff angrily.

“I know.” He moves towards you and sits on the edge of your bed. Peaches lifts her head and perks up at the sight of Yoongi.

“She prefers you to me.” You grumble, “Even animals don’t like me.”

Yoongi chuckles, “Stop it. What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m feeling self-deprecating. Get out whilst you can Yoongi, you won’t enjoy my company today.”

He cocks his head to the side, “Why do you hate Valentine’s day so much? It’s not that bad.” You’re surprised.

Considering the apathy Yoongi seems to constantly cloak himself in when it comes to romance, you would assume he hates Valentine’s day almost as much as you do.

“Are you serious?” He raises a brow, “What?” “It’s not that bad?” You groan loudly, “It’s disgusting. Happy couples parading their love around for all of us single people to feel terrible about ourselves? And don’t forget the bigger the bouquet the more your boyfriend loves you, apparently. Bleh. Consumerism at its finest.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve never celebrated the holiday?” He’s got you there. Yoongi smiles, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

“You only hate it because you’re single then,” He laughs, “Doesn’t count.”

You want to be angry at him, but the truth is he’s probably right. You don’t think on his words too long.

“Leave me alone,” You grumble, pulling your duvet cover over your head.

“Hey c’mon.” You can still hear the laugh in his voice, “Would it help if I showed you one of my songs?”

A beat of silence. You shoot up from underneath the covers, watching Yoongi carefully.

The two of you have lived together for nearly six months now, and though he’s always working on something new, he’s never actually offered to show you anything before. Despite yourself (and the fact that you’re very aware that this is in no way a gesture of romance, no matter how badly you wish it was) you nod vigorously.

“Yes! I would love to hear one of your songs.” Yoongi’s eyes move into crescent moons as he smiles wider, and you wonder how your heart can take all of this abuse.

“Come on then,” He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of bed, “This way.”

You follow Yoongi into his bedroom, heart thudding in your ears as he sits you down at his desk.

“Here,” He grabs the huge, bulky headphones that you always make fun of him for wearing, and places them on your head, “Listen to this.”

In a moment, your transported to a beach somewhere in the south of Spain, as Yoongi’s music feels your ears and warms your heart. There is something almost magical to the way the beats develop into a melody that seems to niggle all the way down to the pit of your stomach.

You’re aware you’re probably over-reacting, but you don’t care.

Min Yoongi is letting you listen to something he’s created, and that warms your heart beyond compare. When the song is over, and you take the headphones off, you turn to face him and Yoongi is smiling softly at you.

“So,” He says after a moment, “What did you think?” “That was amazing. Truly. Shit, Yoongi, no wonder you spend all your time working on music. You’re fucking talented.” You’ve never seen him blush before, so when the crimson red appears on his cheeks, your blindsided. It’s moments like these that cause you to fall even harder for the boy in front of you; the boy you’re so very aware you can probably never have.

“Does that mean you’re not as grumpy, anymore?” His voice has a teasing edge to it, and despite yourself, you laugh.

“I mean, what kind of psychopath enjoys being single on Valentine’s day? Can you blame me?”

Yoongi’s eyes are warm as he shakes his head, “It’s a stupid holiday. People who celebrate it are dumb, sure. But I guess…”

You quirk your head to the side, “What?”

He bites his lip and tugs a hand through his freshly dyed hair. It’s jet black, your favourite colour on him.

“I guess it’s kind of nice that there’s a day where we celebrate love,” He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

Something in your chest tightens.

“Yeah.” You nod after a beat, “I guess you’re right.”

There is something deep and intense in Yoongi’s eyes, and you wish with all your might that you could just reach inside and pull all of his feelings out. That he wouldn’t hold his cards so close to his chest, all the freaking time.

“Besides,” He adds after a moment, “It’s my mom’s favourite holiday. So I’ve got a soft spot for it.”

Your heart trips over at the sincerity in his voice. Yoongi rarely ever talks about his mother, but you know how much he loves her. You smile.

“That’s sweet.”

Once again, the breath is knocked out of your chest, as you realise the gravity of your feelings for this man.

And things are only about to get a lot more complicated.

MARCH

The week before your birthday, Jisoo announces that the two of you are going clubbing.

You tell her you don’t want to go, of course, but she doesn’t take no for an answer. Instead, she forces you to agree, and asks for Yoongi and all of his friend's numbers, so she can organise a VIP table.

“It’s your twenty-first,” She tells you solemnly, “We’re going clubbing.”

You can’t really tell her no, and despite the knowledge that you don’t enjoy drinking or clubbing, she insists, and there’s not much you can do to stop it. Yoongi and all of his friends have agreed on coming, and on the evening of the ‘special night’ you find yourself letting Jisoo squeeze you into one of her ridiculously short dresses.

“You look hot. Maybe you’ll get some action tonight,” She tells you when the two of you slide into the back of the cab.

You don’t reply, rolling your eyes.

The truth is, despite how uncomfortable you may feel, you want Yoongi to find you attractive in this dress. Perhaps that’s the whole reason you agreed to wear it in the first place, and maybe you should be embarrassed of that.

You try not to think about it too much, as you arrive at the club, fully expecting to be the first ones there, and instead being greeted by seven men in chinos and loafers.

“Y/N!” Taehyung already seems to be drunk as he pulls you towards you VIP table and offers you a beer, “Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you…” Hoseok hiccups his way through the first verse of the birthday song, and then waves his hand as if to push it away, “Forget it. Happy fucking birthday Y/N!!”

Jimin smirks, as he passes you a shot of soju and you wordlessly knock it back, “Impressive.”

As always, your heart flutters when you make eye contact with Yoongi. His face is an impassive mask, and you wish for once, he would just tell you what he thought.

You bite your bottom lip, “Hi.” “Hey,” He smiles gently, “Happy birthday.” After a moment he nods, “Nice dress.” “Oh,” You flush despite yourself, “Uh… Thanks. It’s Jisoo’s actually. She made me wear it.”

I wore it for you, you add silently, though you don’t have the courage to say it out loud.

Yoongi chuckles, “It’s nice.”

“Nice is not the word I would use to describe that dress,” Taehyung slings an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and winks at you, “Y/N looks hot and spicey.”

Your cheeks are flaming by now, and you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“Shut up, Taehyung,” Yoongi groans, and you giggle at the exasperated look he gives his friend.

Taehyung grumbles something about Yoongi needing to lighten up, and skids off to find another drink.

“Sorry about him,” Yoongi says, shaking his head, “He’s drunk.”

“It’s alright. He was trying to be nice.” You pull on the hem of your dress and pat your over-styled hair down carefully, “I took it as a compliment.”

“I mean he’s right, I guess. There’s just a way to say things.”

You feel something fizzle in your blood.

Did Yoongi…. Just call you hot? (By association, sure, but you don’t care.)

“I have something for you. A birthday gift.” He passes you a small box, “It’s not a big deal but uh… I saw it and thought of you.”

You stare at the wrapped present in your hands, incredibly touched by the gesture.

“Can I open it now?” He nods, and you remove the wrapping carefully, revealing a small cardboard box. When you open the box, your heart tightens in your chest, at the small locket placed right in the centre.

“It’s got a picture of Peaches in it.” You look up at Yoongi’s words and he shrugs, “If you don’t like it-” You feel like you might start crying, but you shake your head and swallow back the tears, “Don’t be stupid. I love it.”

He helps you put it on, and when your fingers touch, you feel something magnetic spark through you. You try to ignore it.

“Thank you Yoongi.” You tell him smiling sincerely, “It’s perfect.”

He reaches out and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, and for a moment, you feel like you might faint. Smiling gently, he runs a hand across your jawline faintly as his hand moves away from your hair.

“Anything for you.”

And it’s really that moment, that you have to admit to yourself the truth:

Min Yoongi has become a part of your life that you’re not willing to let go.

And you hope to God that things will work out.

APRIL

“You want me to do what?” You stare at him, uncomprehending.

“Just come with me to this stupid frat party, so all my friends will leave me alone.” He frowns heavily at you when you seem confused by his sudden request.

Min Yoongi has just asked you to attend a party with him.

A party.

“Yoongi this is stupid. Why don’t you ask one of the girls at university-”

“Because they’re annoying.” When you quirk a dubious brow he groans, “Please Y/N. Seriously.”

Peaches is perched very delicately on the edge of the couch, and as you shift slightly she raises her head, ears twitching.

“And what? You want me to pretend to be your… you girlfriend?” You sputter, completely shell-shocked. Min fucking Yoongi is asking you to be his date. Granted, you are aware it isn’t an actual date. Still.

“No. I mean… I guess? I don’t know. We can just say we’re having fun.” “Your friends know me, Yoongi. They’ve met me like multiple times before…”

“So what? They like you,” He shrugs and sits next to you on the couch, “Besides doesn’t that make this whole thing easier? C’mon. I’m so fucking tired of Namjoon trying to set me up with his fucking cousin from Busan-”

“Alright, fine.” The thought of Yoongi going on a date with someone who isn’t you, sends a sharp tug across your chest.

Yoongi looks at you, surprised that you’d agreed so quickly. But he recovers after a moment and smiles widely.

“You’re a fucking angel,” He answers, and you feel your heart burst to the brim with affection for the man sat beside you, “Thanks Y/N.”

“Just make sure I don’t regret this.”

But the threat holds no conviction.

And you know nothing in the world could make you regret a date with Min Yoongi; fake or not.

The party is filled to the brim with drunk college kids.

You aren’t sure what else you’d been expecting, really. Yoongi slips his hand in yours as you pass the front hallway of the fraternity house you’re navigating.

When you throw him a questioning look he tells you it’s, “all a part of the illusion.”

You try to remember that Yoongi isn’t holding your hand because he wants to - not really anyway - but that does nothing to calm your stuttering heart. You hope against all hope that he won’t notice the ugly red blush staining your cheeks.

If he does, he is decent enough not to say anything about it.

When you reach the front room, Yoongi spots his friends huddled on a couch at the back of the room.

“Here goes nothing,” He tosses you a gentle smile and you smile back, feeling your heart squeeze unceremoniously in your chest.

Jesus. You have it bad.

Yoongi leads you to the small group of attractive boys.

“Yoongi, Y/N!” Namjoon greets you as you reach them, and his eyes dip down to your interlocked fingers, “Oh my God.” You notice the way his eyes are slightly hazy, and wonder how much alcohol he’s had to drink, “You guys finally did it huh? Thank fuck. Jin you owe me twenty bucks!” Yoongi raises a dark brow at his friends comment and Namjoon gestures between the two of you.

“We were betting on how long it would take Yoongi to get his head out of his fucking ass and finally ask you out.” Namjoon smirks, “The boy’s been crazy about you since you guys moved in together.”

You feel your pulse race.

You know this is all an act - Yoongi just wants to get his friends off his back - but is Namjoon telling the truth? He can’t be, right?

“Joon. Shut the fuck up.” You turn quickly to look at Yoongi, but where you’ve been expecting him to be angry at his friend’s teasing, he just seems amused.

Jin cuts his way towards you and gasps loudly.

“Yes! Oh God I’m so happy for the two of you.”

“Calm down Jin, Jesus,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “We’re just having fun at the moment. Stop scandalising everything.” “I can’t help it. We’ve been waiting with baited breath for this moment.” Jungkook, interrupts Jin, “You’re going to freak Y/N out, dude.” “Don’t be absurd. She’s fine,” He turns to you and quirks a brow, “You’re fine, right?” You clear your throat and swallow thickly, “Just peachy.”

Jungkook throws you a sympathetic smile, before Taehyung steps through. He’s holding a pack of cards and he smiles deviously.

“Who’s up for a little game of ring of fire?”

Everybody whistles their agreement, and you turn to Yoongi.

This is a bad idea, of course. You hardly drink, and when you do it’s only ever beer or alcopops. Ring of fire is infamous for its ability to absolutely wreck even the heaviest of drinkers.

And yet….

You want to spend time with Yoongi.

“The guys are tough with this game,” He tells you seriously, dark eyes questioning but not unkind, “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nod decisively.

“I’ll be fine.”

The last words of a fool.

You were certainly not fine.

An hour and a half later, and Hoseok and Jimin - the heaviest drinkers amongst Yoongi’s friends - have somehow convinced you that mixing vodka, rum and whiskey into the same drink, and then downing that drink will be absolutely fine because of course you picked the final King; which means you have to drink what’s in the King’s glass.

“C’mon you can do it,” Jimin has drunk maybe three times what you have, but he barely slurs as he passes you the plastic cup.

You smell the contents and feel your stomach curl. This is a bad fucking idea and you know it.

“You don’t have to drink-”

Hoseok interrupts Yoongi, his dark eyes far too serious for a drinking game.

“Yes she does. It’s the rules.”

Taehyung giggles, “I love it when Hobi gets bossy.”

You glare at Yoongi’s friends - your friends too, you suppose - and with a final, desperate look at Yoongi, bring the drink to your lips and as quickly as you can chug down the entire thing.

It tastes disgusting, and for a moment you’re worried you might vomit.

“Shit. She looks green,” That’s Namjoon, “Yoongi take her outside.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, but you feel a familiar warm hand resting on your shoulder and suddenly you’re being hoisted up.

“C’mere,” You feel Yoongi’s breath on your neck, and he pulls you towards him, “Lean on me Y/N.”

“You smell good,” You tell him after a moment, eyes blinking open sluggishly.

He looks down at you and even though there’s three of him, you’re still taken aback by how positively beautiful he is.

“I’d love to say the same about you, but you did just chug the King’s glass.”

And that’s what really does it. You’re lucky you’re outside, but just one mention of the concoction you’d been forced to drink, and suddenly everything that was once inside your stomach decides it’s time to vacate the premises immediately.

And that’s how you find yourself vomiting on the sidewalk, with a very concerned Yoongi pulling back your hair, and rubbing your back.

“Hey,” He soothes gently, “You’re okay. Seriously.” Your body is racking unattractively, and just when you think things can’t get any worse, you start crying.

“I’ve ruined it,” You sob, legs wobbling from the force of the alcohol.

Yoongi clears his throat and helps you stand up straight, concerned eyes searching your face.

“What? Y/N it’s fine, you puked on the sidewalk. Nobody cares.” You stare at him, and wipe at your mouth, completely disgusted with yourself.

“Not that. This.” You gesture between the two of you, your hand shaking from everything that’s just transpired, “Me and you. Fuck, Yoongi I like you so much and I just puked everywhere.”

You’re drunk. You’re so, so drunk. And you’re slurring, and you feel like you might pass out at any second, but you can’t help yourself.

It all comes tumbling out.

His face is serious as he tucks his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, “Let’s talk about this in the morning when you’re not puking the contents of your stomach out. C’mon. Let me take you home.”

And he does.

He takes you home, and he feeds you water and he tucks you into bed and waits with you until you fall asleep.

God you love this man.

MAY

You and Yoongi never speak about that night again. Things don’t change; in fact, they stay exactly the same.

You worry of course, constantly, about what he really thinks.

But you’d been expecting this, and in all honesty, things could have gotten a lot worse. Yoongi never brings up what you said that night, and the morning after he told you there was nothing to worry about.

You know you told him about your feelings for him. You remember, through the drunken haze, admitting that you liked him.

So why had he avoided speaking about it? The only logical conclusion you could come up with, was that he didn’t feel the same way, and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

And so, you played along. You pretended not to hear your heart cracking that morning when he brushed everything over with a wave of his hand, and everything had gone back to relative normativity.

Except it hadn’t.

Not really, anyway.

You are still pining after your roommate, except now it isn’t a secret.

You try not to think about it too often; not to let it get in the way of your friendship with Yoongi, but there are times you can barely look him in the eye. You convince yourself things will get better.

But today something changes.

Because when you get home after class that evening, there is a girl sat in your living room.

She is absolutely beautiful.

“Hi,” You’re stunned, to say the least, “What are you doing here?”

The words escape your mouth before you really have the chance to process them. You know the answer before you even ask the question, of course.

“I’m Yoongi’s friend.” She smiles widely, “My names Jennie.”

You recognise her. Jennie Kim, from your economics class.

She’s smart too, as far as you can remember, and for some reason that makes this whole thing worse. You take a deep breath and bite back the tears building at the back of your throat.

You thought after Yeri, you’d be able to deal with things like this.

But not now. Not after you’ve told Yoongi how you feel.

The cold sting of his rejection feels fresh once more, and you have to turn away from Jennie quickly, before you start crying.

“I’m uh - I’m Y/N, Yoongi’s roommate.” You tell her quietly, willing the tears back down your throat. You look up after a moment, “Nice to meet you Jennie.” “I know who you are,” She smiles, and for a moment you’re dazzled. She really is beautiful, “We’re in the same economics class, with Patterson.”

You nod, but can’t find it in you to reply with words. You press your backpack tighter against you, trying to hold onto something, and make a beeline for your bedroom.

“Well Jennie, it was nice meeting you.”

You step into your bedroom and she nods.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” You slam the door shut and muffle a cry. Your heart feels like it’s been ripped out of your chest, and stomped on.

Pressing your back against the door, you try to suppress the need to sob. But nothing works. There is an ache in your chest, and when you hear Yoongi’s voice, the pain intensifies.

You know he doesn’t owe you anything.

He doesn’t owe you feelings, or a relationship. He doesn’t even owe you an explanation.

But shit does it hurt to see him with someone else.

You grab your phone after a moment, and pull up Jisoo’s number.

To Jisoo: he’s got a new gf...i need to get out of here

It’s only a few moments before your receive a reply.

From Jisoo: i’ll be there in 10

“So spill.”

You’re sitting opposite Jisoo, at a late night diner, sharing a stack of slightly burnt pancakes. Her eyes narrow at the way tears have marked your skin.

“What do you mean?”

It isn’t fair of course. Though you love Jisoo, and you trust her with your life, you’ve never really told anyone about your feelings for Yoongi. You suppose saying them out loud might have made things harder to deal with.

She tuts.

“You like him then?”

You nod, “Yeah.” She shakes her head, and tugs a hand through her hair. Jisoo is nothing, if not blunt.

You prepare yourself for her worst.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

The comment takes you by surprise You were expecting her to tell you how stupid you were. How Min Yoongi was totally off limits to everyone at your university. He was the Vortex, for christs’s sake! Instead she sighed sympathetically.

“What?”

She shrugs, “That sucks. You know, after your birthday party, I was sure he liked you too.”

You cock your head to the side, confused.

“What do you mean?” “Don’t tell me you didn’t see the way he was looking at you all night,” She takes a bite of the stack of pancakes, “I mean… to me it kind of seemed obvious that he was into you.” “I told him how I felt.” “You did?”

“Yeah.” You nod carefully, slowly, wincing as you remember the heartbreak from last month, “I got super drunk at a party and just… I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t really keep it a secret from him anymore. I told him and he never brought it up. And now,” You clear your throat, “Now he’s got a new girlfriend.”

Jisoo’s eyes widen, “Who?”

“Jennie Kim. You know that really pretty girl from my economics class.”

“Jennie Kim…” Jisoo’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, “Are you sure she said she was dating him?”

“She said she was Yoongi’s friend…”

Jisoo laughs, “Oh my god Y/N. You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?” “Last I heard Jennie Kim was not into boys.”

You feel your eyes bug out of your face and for a moment you’re stunned into silence, “What? Are you kidding me?” “She introduced herself as Yoongi’s friend and you just assumed they were dating?” “She’s beautiful… I don’t know,” You buried your face in your hands, “I’m the dumbest girl alive, aren’t I?” After a moment, Jisoo moves your fingers away from your face, eyes sympathetic and kind. She smiles you, and despite yourself you smile back.

“You need to talk to him.”

“Just because Jennie isn’t his girlfriend doesn’t mean he likes me,” You tell her sadly, feeling your stomach drop at your own words, “It still doesn’t change the fact that I told him I liked him and we never spoke about it.”

“You confessed when you were drunk… Maybe he was waiting for you to bring it up.” Jisoo raises a brow, “You need to speak to him Y/N. About everything. Sober.”

In your heart of hearts you know she’s right.

And that’s the scariest part.

JUNE

You take a long time to process everything Jisoo told you that evening/

It takes almost a month for you to build up the courage to tell Yoongi how you feel. But you know she’s right. As scary and overwhelming as everything seems right now, this is the last straw. You need to tell him. You need to get it all off your chest, and whatever the consequences may be, you will work through them.

“We need to talk.”

Yoongi is sat in the living room, flicking through the TV channels boredly, when you make an entrance, swallowing back the nerves that threaten to overwhelm you. He sits up quickly, switching off the TV and turning to look at you.

“We do?” “Yeah.”

Peaches is curled up on his lap, and you sit down on the sofa, a safe distance away from him. His eyes roam your face quickly, trying to figure out what’s happening, but you try to remain impassive for the time being.

“Alright then,” He cocks his head to the side, “Go on.”

You take a deep breath. Maybe the deepest breath you’ve ever taken in your whole Goddamn life, and click your tongue.

“I meant what I said that night.”

Yoongi quirks a brow, confused, “What night?”

“The night I got really drunk at that frat party. When I told you I liked you… I meant it. Every word.” You’re not looking at him, too afraid to see his reaction. Instead your gaze stays locked onto Peaches ears, eyes grazing her soft fur carefully, “I like you so much Yoongi. And I know it’s probably stupid, because you’ve made it abundantly clear to me, on more than one occasion that music is the most important thing to you, and that you don’t care about dating. But I had to tell you. You don’t have to say anything back to me. I don’t expect anything… How could I? But I just - I wanted to tell you. The truth. Sober. I like you.”

There is a long pause. Nobody says anything, and you’re scared to even breathe.

“You like me?”

Finally your eyes move towards him, and you find yourself lost in the chocolate brown of his warmth, feeling yourself melt into everything that represents Yoongi. You nod resolutely, trying to read his expression, but all you can see is surprise.

“I’m sorry if that makes things awkward,” You tell him sincerely, meaning every word from the bottom of your heart, “I just… I wanted everything to be out there in the open. Full transparency.”

“It doesn’t make things awkward,” He answers after a moment, and you notice his eyes have softened to the warmest shade of brown, “Not at all, actually.” You bite your bottom lip, “It doesn’t?”

“Shit…” He shakes his head and laughs a little, “I feel like such an idiot now.”

“What… Why?”

“Because I like you too.” One side of his mouth quirks up and he clicks his tongue, “So much.” Your brain feels like it just shortwired. You stare at him, uncomprehending.

“Wait… What? You like me?”

“Of course I like you, you idiot. I’ve liked you for months now. Couldn’t you tell?” You laugh, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning, “Are you kidding me? Yoongi you’re like a freaking rubix cube! I thought I didn’t have a chance.” He shakes his head, and moves Peaches off his lap, scooting towards you, “Well you were dumb then. And so was I. I like you a lot. A lot.”

You frown, “So why didn’t you ever bring that night up? I thought you were sparing me the embarrassment of telling me you didn’t feel the same way...” He scoffs and shakes his head, “I didn’t bring that night up because I’m an idiot. I thought you’d said it in the heat of the moment, that you didn’t mean it because you were drunk... And I was too scared to bring it up in case you took it back. I’m sorry. Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

You feel like everything is brighter all of a sudden, all of the colours make sense to you, and Yoongi is the only face you need to see for the rest of your life.

“Of course I forgive you Yoongi. Can you forgive me-”

“There’s nothing to forgive. You’re perfect, Y/N.” He interrupts, shifting towards you and pressing a hand against your cheek, “Now...can I kiss you, because fuck I’ve been dying to do it for months.” You feel like the air has just been sucked out of the room and both your lungs, but you nod anyway, and let him move towards you, pressing a hot kiss against your lips.

Everything melts away, as Yoongi threads his hands through your hair, pulling you closer, until your toppling over into his lap. He doesn’t seem to care, as he moves his mouth towards you clavicle, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the skin there.

Suddenly everything is hot, too hot, and you hear yourself moan embarrassingly loudly. Yoongi smirks against your throat, and then sucks on the dip of skin just because your collarbone.

“Yoongi,” You pant and he pulls away for a moment, eyes dark and swirling, “Shit. I’m going to lose my mind.” “C’mere.”

He presses his mouth to yours again, and nothing else matters but him for the time being. Yoongi - your Yoongi - finally.

The world makes sense.

Soon he’s taking off his shirt, and you do the same, trying not to blush when his hungry eyes rake your figure. He licks his lips and murmurs to you how beautiful you look, how long he’s wanted to do this… How hard you make him.

That last one sense a warm fizz through your veins.

When he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, and uses his free hand to push past the barrier of your panties, you feel like you’ve been transported to another world, and suddenly all you can breath… all you can feel is him.

“Yoongi,” You mewl, as he coaxes you towards ecstasy.

He smirks, “Yes baby?” The endearment sends an almost painful ache through your heart. Through your lust, you’re able to roll your eyes at his arrogance. But secretly (or not so secretly) you love it.

“C’mon sweetheart, let me hear you.”

You moan as your high approaches you, and when you tip over that edge, Yoongi is there with you, holding onto you tightly and telling you how absolutely perfect you look when you cum. You feel your body flush, but when you open your eyes he’s smiling down at you, and you trace your fingers across the crinkles by the side of his eyes.

“I love you,” You whisper, even if it’s too early… Even if it might scare him away.

Because in your post-orgasm haze, it’s the only thing that makes sense to say.

His smile freezes, and for a moment you worry you’ve scared him off, but he lowers his head and presses a gentle kiss to your clavicle.

Nobody has ever revered you like this before, and it sends a rush of affection through you.

“I love you too.”

The words are whispered into your skin, and you hope they’ll seep into every pore of your being.

Later on that evening you make love on the living room floor, and Yoongi makes you feel loved, loved, loved like nobody has ever done to you before.

You tell him how much he means to you, and every single kiss he places on your naked body is a vow; a promise of things to come.

And on that very first night, as you finally retreat to the sanctity of Yoongi’s bedroom for some much needed rest, he tucks your hair behind your ears, and with sincerity in his eyes tells you something that warms your heart to the very tips of your toes.

“Every single song I’ve written since I met you…” He smiles gently and presses a kiss to your nose, “They’re all about you.”

And everything slots into place.

Yoongi’s music is his, but now it is yours too. Because he is yours.

Life is good.

#yoongi #bts #fanfiction #suga #namjoon #jungkook #college au #fanfic #bangtan #university au #friends to lovers #roommates to lovers #jimin #hoseok #jhope #hobi #jin #taehyung

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The Position is Filled

Day 2 @nalu-week Stranger prompt

*Gomen. I got nothing against Sting, just needed a bad guy for this story, and it’s a bit rushed to get it done in time.

Lucy scans over the ad for the tenth time maybe, who was counting. It wasn’t like anyone she knew would know she had placed it because a fictional name and generic email contact address should keep it on the low.

Looking for single hetero male, toned and fit body, clean cut, preferably charismatic, charming business type, fresh faced cute with positive disposition to take to an event. Must provide a picture taken within the last month, stats (height, weight), and a job resume in your response.

She takes one last deep breath and closes her eyes as she clicks the send button. Desperate times lead to desperate measures, and this was one of those times no matter how crazy the idea was.

Her 10-year high school reunion was coming up in just two months and according to gossip, her ex-boyfriend would be attending with a plus one. The bastard. Sting Eucliffe had been her high school sweetheart, but after twelve years together, she caught him cheating. Lucy was devastated. Well now she knew why he always changed the subject when the idea of marriage came up. But that didn’t mean she wanted him back, oh no. What Lucy wanted, was to make him jealous and to show Sting she had moved on. Unfortunately, she hadn’t found anyone worth dating, hence the need to fake it.

The first few hits looked promising, but each one had something she didn’t like. Not fond of the hair, no blonde guys. Too short. Visible tattoos, not that she really cared, but it wasn’t part of this vision, and problems with something on their resume. After a week, the responses had petered down to a trickle and Lucy was starting to lose hope. Maybe this idea wasn’t going to work after all.

She was almost ready to give up by the end of the second week when she heard the ding on her phone, signaling a new email. ‘Please, please be decent,’Lucy chants in her head as she opens the message. Natsu Dragneel. Her eyes widen to the selfie photo. Cute smile, pretty green eyes, nice height. Lucy bites her lip, he had a verynice body. So far so good. One year older, works at a brokerage firm Dreyar & Dreyar as a junior broker. ‘Hot dayum!’ If the BMW M5 parked behind him was his car…

“Wait a minute.” She pauses, a bit confused. What was a guy like this doing answering a dating ad?! He was hot and looked like he had some money, how was he still single? Was there some major flaw hidden behind the perfect features and pristine resume? Oh, what the hell, her curiosity was peaked, and besides, he was the only candidate so far that looked good for the part. Lucy sends off her reply to meet for coffee and tosses the phone back on the couch beside her.

Ding.

‘That was quick,’she glances over and picks the phone back up.

Tomorrow, 11am at Fairies Cafe? Lunch my treat ;)

Lucy fires off a response. See you then!

Nervous was an understatement when Lucy walked up to the cafe. She’d worn a casual summer dress, nothing fancy, but she had taken an hour just to settle on wearing it. Her make-up was redone a couple of times, too heavy at first, now lighter to match the outfit. Flats and hair done in a simple ponytail, completed her look.

She scans the room and almost immediately notices a pink head of hair in one of the booths. It’s been a while since she’s patronized Fairies and the place looked exactly the same as she remembered it, cozy. To her Starbucks felt more hectic whereas this coffee shop still had a homey feel thanks to the owner Mira.

“Hi,” Lucy walks up to the booth, holding her hand out in a gesture. “I’m Lucy, are you Natsu?”

“That’s me,” he shakes her hand but runs his other through his hair.

It was obvious the man was a little nervous too, but his smile looked genuine. She sits down across from him.

“Order whatever you want,” Natsu pushes the menu closer to Lucy. “I already know what I’m gonna get.”

Lucy opens the menu scanning its contents. “Have you been here long?” She hopes she hadn’t kept him waiting.

“Oh no, I got here a few minutes before you. I kind of come here often since it’s close to work.”

Once their orders are placed. Lucy gets right to it, starting with the one question that plagued her. There’d be no point in staying long if she didn’t like the answer. “To be honest I was surprised to get your response. Tell me the truth Natsu. You’re cute and have a good job, how is someone like you still single?

Natsu blushes, and there goes the head scratching again. “Well would you believe I wasn’t the one who sent the response?”

“Come again?! What do you mean?!”

“I was with my buddy and he took my phone when I wasn’t looking and found your ad. I’m really sorry, he’s been trying to get me to date cause I’ve just been so focused on work, so at first, I was pissed and was gonna apologize and renege but then I thought what the hell, why not. He’s right I do need to get out more. Then when I saw you, I’m glad I agreed to come here cause you are smokinghot!” He hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Truth is I’m still single cause I get flustered with girls. It’s okay if after learning that you wanna change your mind…”

Lucy’s soft laughter stops his blubbering cold, and he looks up wide-eyed at the giggling blonde. He was sure he was bright red by now because he swore the temperature in the cafe had doubled.

“You’re so cute!” Lucy chuckles. “It’s quite endearing to me. I was so nervous that you’d end up being some stuck-up playboy just looking for a one-night-stand or something, that to see you all flustered makes me feel better.”

“Um, thanks,” he cocks his head with a silly grin, “I think?”

She chuckles again. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

Over lunch Lucy tells Natsu that she was hoping to find someone to accompany her to her high school reunion, leaving out the part about Sting. Of course, he asked her why find a stranger as a date, to which she replied, since she’s still single, she just wanted someone no one would know.

“So basically,” Lucy blushes lightly, “I was hoping we could pretend we’ve been dating for a while already.”

“Oh, so I’m gonna play like a fake boyfriend?”

“Yeah… if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

Natsu hunches his shoulders, “Yeah, why not.”

Over the next upcoming weeks, Lucy and Natsu spend as much time as they can in order to learn about each other. The plan wouldn’t work if they messed up on simple questions, especially if cornered by anyone that knows Lucy’s past. Family history to when they met, how long they’ve been dating all needed to be memorized. As a writer that works from home, her schedule was open, so they mainly worked around Natsu’s, sometimes at her apartment, sometimes at his.

Once their nerves had calmed the friendship bloomed. Natsu was a real sweet-hearted goof and Lucy loved spending time with him. It was definitely a little awkward at first since Sting had been her only boyfriend since high school, leaving Lucy with very little experiences to draw from before or after. But frankly, Lucy was also a bit surprised how natural their friendship was coming along, and by the fifth week she’d almost forgotten this was supposed to be a fake relationship. She didn’t want to admit it, but the stock broker from Dreyar & Dreyar was really growing on her.

She fidgets on the couch one evening. “I think we should practice um,” Lucy cheeks darken as she tries to get the words out, “you know k-kissing.” They were only two weeks from the reunion and while they’d done things like holding hands, first base had not been attempted yet.

Natsu gulps and nods. This was something he’d been dreading for a while, now that his feelings for the pretty blonde had steadily grown. He knew this was only supposed to be a faux situation, but in the back of his mind, he hoped it would turn into something more.

They awkwardly shift their bodies closer until their legs are touching. Despite his trepidation, he’s dreamt of this moment for the last couple of weeks and the only way it could work was, to give in. Natsu reaches out to cradle Lucy’s face in his hand, sweeping his thumb along her milky skin. It was so soft under his touch! He lets his eyes drift over the lips he needed to claim next. Would it be everything he’d imagined? With a pause and coquette nod by the blonde, Natsu leans in coveting Lucy’s ruby lips. Slow and gentle, he applies pressure to the kiss allowing the blonde to tell him how far to push things. But she never pulls away, rather adds to the mix with a nibble to his bottom lip. He swore his heart jumped into his throat by her actions and a light groan slips out.

Emboldened by his response, Lucy runs the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips. Natsu relents and allows her to slip through. She hums her pleasure and savors what this man was providing her. The fears of allowing someone else to get close again seemed lost in this moment they were sharing. A simple kiss that set off fireworks in her brain. It was amazing, and something she hadn’t felt in so long. Her fingers weave into his hair, threading through, gripping tightly as he suckles and cavorts with her tongue. Oh wow, Lucy moans, this man was really good at finding hidden buttons she didn’t even know had existed till now.

She was almost saddened by the loss of contact when Natsu slowly pulled away out of breath. It was probably for the best that they slowed things down anyways. Her goal was supposed to be, just get through the reunion, not fall in love with the next guy that came her way. But as he rested his forehead against hers, and she felt his hands gently resting above her hip, a crack appeared in Lucy’s resolve. Natsu was so sweet, so attentive compared to how Sting had treated her. How had she not known that men like the ones in her stories may actually exist.

Needless to say, sleep didn’t come so easily for either of them that night as they replayed the kiss they had shared on her couch. Natsu knew he was hopelessly in love, but Lucy was more torn than ever.

The night of the reunion came swiftly enough and they both were not truly ready for it emotionally. They were dressed to impress, having pulled out all the stops with a custom fit Armani suit for Natsu, and an elegant red gown for Lucy that accented all of her assets. Her plan was to make Sting jealous, but Natsu was still unaware of this secondary reason. Lucy had toyed with the idea of telling him the truth, but every time she built up the courage to do so, she balked and now it was too late.

And low and behold, as they pull up to the valet station in Natsu’s M5, who but Sting and his date are exiting another vehicle. Lucy takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. She couldn’t believe it! Yukino Aguria was his date! The cheerleading captain and the football quarter back from their high school years. Oh, how cliché could this be?!

“Are you okay,” Natsu had taken her hand when he’d noticed her jaw clench. “Is that someone you know?”

“Yeah,” Lucy exhales, “they’re here for the reunion too.” Like hell she was going to tell Natsu now, that they were the reason she’d brought him in the first place. She turns on the fake smile, “let’s get this over with.”

It wasn’t all that bad Lucy realizes an hour into the event. A few of her old friends, some she hadn’t spoken to in years were in attendance and it was nice catching up with them. So far Natsu was playing his role perfectly, holding her hand or keeping his arm around her waist, making small talk with people, and doing what any old boyfriend would do. But every so often, her eyes drift over to wherever Sting was hanging out. As she suspected, he and Yukino was mainly around their former teammates. Well it did make sense. Theymade more sense. Lucy hadn’t been part of that crowd to begin with because cheer just wasn’t of interest to her. It still didn’t make her feel any better, only wonder if she’d been the one played their entire relationship.

She didn’t wanna see much more of it and excuses herself to the restroom to calm her nerves.

After freshening up and composing herself, Lucy exists the lady’s room and is startled to find Sting waiting right outside, alone, leaning against the wall.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he smirks at her, “I knew you wanted to see me again.”

“Oh please,” Lucy tries to get around him, but he blocks her. “Sting, move.”

“You thought you could just break up with me and I’d let you go so easily?” Sting corners Lucy against a wall with his arms braced on either side of her. “That ain’t happening baby.”

Lucy seethes. “Y-You’re the one who was doing the cheating Sting! I wasted 12 years of my life on you and I’m glad to have found someone new.”

“Who, Armani boy out there.” He scoffs, “think I don’t know you only met the guy two months ago on some dating site.” When he sees Lucy’s eyes widen, he taunts her more. “Yeah…” Sting trails a finger along her jaw and down her neck, “that’s right, I found out from Minerva cause she works at that company checking through profiles. Couldn’t land a guy so you dug one up. Cute baby, real cute, but you’re not gonna replace me so easily.”

“Y-You have Yukino,” Lucy spat back. “Why are you still bothering me…”

Sting grabs Lucy’s jaw hard.

“You’re hurting me Sting, stop it!”

He narrows his eyes, “I just don’t like losing what’s mine.”

Natsu had grown worried at how long Lucy was taking and went to investigate. As he rounds the corner of the hallway, he sees the same man from earlier pinning her to the wall. Furious, he runs as fast as he can, cold cocking him before he even knew what hit him. Sting flies a few feet away but quickly scrambles to his feet. “Back off pretty boy. This is between me and my ex!”

Ex? Natsu glances at Lucy confused.

“Oh, I see,” Sting snickers, “she never told you.”

But Natsu didn’t care. No woman deserved to be treated the way this bastard was hurting Lucy. “Last chance,” he narrows his eyes, brows furrowing in a death glare. “Walk away and don’t ever come near her again or I’ll lay you out right here right now Eucliffe!” Sting’s eyes widen a tad, that this guy knew who he was. “Yeah I know who you are. Quarterback of Crocus High. I recognized Cheney too from the times we whipped your asses on the field.”

Sting does a double take. “Magnolia.”

“Exactly. You stuck up rich kids always looked down on us, but on the field, we owned you. Now walk away or I’ll refresh your memory.”

By that moment, other partygoers had flooded into the hallway. Rogue grabs Sting telling him it ain’t worth it and to just come with them.

“Fine,” Sting spat back, “you can have her cause she ain’t worth it. I’m outta here!”

“Are you okay?” Natsu grabs Lucy and pulls her to him.

She collapses against his chest, sobbing. “I’m sorry Natsu. I should have warned you…”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s you ex, that doesn’t give him the right to put his hands on you. But tell me the truth Lucy, is he the reason you wanted to come here tonight?”

Lucy hesitates a moment but nods and hangs her head. “I’m sorry Natsu…. When I’d heard he had a new girlfriend, I just wanted him to think I’d moved on too. Just never thought he’d do something like this.”

Natsu exhales and kisses the top of her head. Speaking in a soft tone, “I know I was supposed to just play a role but, after spending the last few weeks with you, I don’t… I don’t want things to end between us.”

“You don’t?” She looks up. “Even after all this?”

He shakes his head and smiles, cupping her cheek gently, “permission to kiss my new… girlfriend?”

She smiles and pulls him in for a kiss, “permission no longer required…”

#naluweek #nalu week 2019 #day 2 stranger prompt #nalu #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #Au story #nalu fanfic

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sohmaakito · 5 years

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title: Who You Need Me To Be pairing: Akito/Tohru word count: ~2100 summary: Tohru always answers Akito's unspoken wishes, but there's one thing too important not to say. (Feat. gender insecurity & Shigure getting dunked on.)

It's a full two years after Tohru graduates that they go on their first date. Akito keeps rolling that word- date- around in her mind, and finds she can't fathom its meaning. What a relationship is to her, has always been, is pushing and pulling, winning and losing. There's no room for romance on a battlefield.

But Tohru smiles at her and promises that a relationship can be like this, too. She holds Akito's hand, and hers is so much warmer. The date itself is a blur to Akito. They go to the aquarium, where there are too many other couples being all lovey-dovey, but just holding Tohru's hand makes her feel so much that she wouldn't dare ask for more.

ii.

By their fifth date, Akito can tell Tohru is dying to say something. Tohru being on edge puts her on edge, and whatever Tohru is on the verge of saying haunts her. She's going to break up with Akito, isn't she? She regrets choosing her. She wants to be with Kyo after all, or Momiji, or any of the other boys whose hearts she's stolen.

Akito's chest aches. Of course Tohru would change her mind. Even if Akito were a better person, she's still a girl, and she can't give Tohru everything she wants, not a wedding or children-

"Akito-sa- Akito," Tohru says. It took her months to drop the "-san" and she still forgets to, sometimes. "Do you, um..."

Akito looks down at her hands and clenches them into fists. Here it comes.

"Do you want to wear the dress Ayame-san sent you tonight?"

Akito looks back up and blinks with wide eyes. "...Not particularly." Ayame barged in one day, demanded her measurements, and started mailing her handmade clothes from his shop. They're all so frilly and lacy and feminine that Akito can't wear them without feeling itchy. "Why?"

"Because, well, I really hope this isn't rude to say, and of course I'm fine either way as long as you're comfortable," Tohru begins again, and her verbal floundering, as usual, takes a long time to get to the point. Akito has learned to wait it out. "I just noticed you always dress in your old clothes when we go on dates, and I thought maybe you thought I wanted that, but it doesn't matter to me what you wear. Oh, I don't mean I don't care at all! I like your clothes!"

She's back to scrabbling for the right words, but Akito's too stunned to help her. She sits there and tries to process Tohru's meaning. It keeps surprising her. Tohru's so naive, so clueless. An airhead, if Akito wants to be blunt about it. And yet, when Tohru looks at people, she sees so much. She knows what they need to hear and what they're too afraid to say.

It's clear what Tohru means by "old clothes." Whenever they go out together, Akito dresses like a boy, like she did for so many years. Part of it is a comfort thing. Participating in the outside world, being with Tohru, those are two wildly unthinkable things. It helps to have some sense of familiarity. But more than that, she does it because it's easier to be on a date when passersby think they're like any other boy and girl. She can even trick herself into thinking she can be what Tohru needs.

Or at least, what Akito thought she needed, but Tohru's saying the opposite, that Akito can dress however she likes and be whoever she is.

Not for the first time, Akito cries from Tohru's kindness, leaving her all the more flustered.

iii.

It happens more often than Akito wants to admit. Old habits break harder than the curse ever did. Something upsets her, she gets defensive, and she lashes out. Sometimes, she catches herself and locks herself alone in their bedroom until she can calm down. Sometimes, she can't seem to stop, and she says so many awful things, and Tohru cries, and then it's Akito who's inconsolable.

"I'm sorry. I'll be better. I'm sorry." Akito apologizes in a panic, afraid she's ruined everything between them, aware she's the poison her mother always tells her she is.

Each time, Tohru forgives her. It leaves Akito feeling heavy. The weight on her shoulders piles up so that walking is difficult and breathing feels impossible.

After one particularly bad lapse, Tohru's best friends come over. Akito hasn't learned to like them yet. Hana sees too deeply into her rotten core. Uo is dating Kureno. And she is sure they hate her in return. Maybe Uo will make good on the anger she exudes and slap Akito. Akito almost wants her to.

Instead, they sit down with Akito and make her explain what happened, and she does, with guilt that tastes so bitter she wants to throw up. "I'm not... good enough for her," Akito finishes, unable to look either of them in the eye.

They each take one of her hands. "None of us are," Hana says.

"But you better keep trying," Uo says. "She loves you. Do you even know how lucky that makes you?"

"Yes," Akito says, the most honest answer of her entire life.

iv.

Shigure visits when Tohru is out shopping and smiles with tight lips. Akito waits for the barrage to begin, for him to bombard her with loving threats and threatening love, because she knows how long he's waited for her. Once upon a time, there was nothing she wanted more than for Shigure to hold her and give his over-the-top vows of love. Even now, a part of her wavers and wants to curl up in his arms and let him take her away, but there's a picture of Tohru on the wall behind him, and when Akito speaks, she looks at it.

"Tohru is a much better person than you," she says, throwing his words from years ago back in his face. He pretends not to know what she means, and once he finishes his cup of tea- Akito made him boil the water himself- he leaves.

Tohru says something about replacing bad memories with good ones and they go to the beach. After lengthy deliberation, Akito wears a sundress. It's one Tohru helped her pick out, not one of Ayame's absurd gifts. She wears a hat, too, and Tohru helps her put on plenty of sunscreen, because her pale skin burns so quickly.

They walk alongside the water, the swell of the tide brushing back and forth over their feet, and Akito feels bold enough to take her hand this time, instead of waiting for Tohru to take hers. They walk past games of frisbee and sunbathers, familes building sandcastles and volleyball nets being set up. It's loud and populated and Akito never likes such places, but if she focuses on Tohru, she's fine. Happy, even.

Later, she sits on a towel and watches Tohru splash around in the water. She wore a swimsuit under her clothes so she could. Akito, on the other hand, has no intention of wearing a swimsuit in public, but she finds she likes seeing Tohru in hers, simple and modest as it is. She doesn't understand where these feelings come from. She's used to wanting men. Now she wants Tohru and Tohru alone.

She used to drag people to bed with her before either of them were ready, but she can't do that with Tohru. She won't. They've never done more than hold hands, and it's been six months and Akito's getting impatient, but if she asks for too much and pushes Tohru away for good, she'll crumble.

vi.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course!"

"Say it."

"I love you, Akito."

It should make her happy, but instead she feels empty. She wants to ask again, have Tohru repeat the words over and over until maybe she can believe them. But she just turns away and tries to swallow down her greediness, her insecurity.

"Oh, that reminds me."

Akito hears Tohru move across the room and rummage through a drawer. Curiosity gets the better of her and she turns back around. Tohru locates a small bundle wrapped in tissue paper and holds it up triumphantly. When she notices Akito watching, she hides it behind her back. "I have a present for you."

"A present?" Akito tilts her head. She likes presents, but there's never been much for her to ask for, materialistically. Anything she wants is given to her, thanks to her family's wealth and her position.

"I don't know anything about this sort of thing," Tohru admits, "but Ayame-san recommended a good place, and the people there were so nice, and they gave me a discount when I said I was going to give it to my partner." After that introduction, she finally passes the bundle to Akito. Akito tears open the paper to find a thin silver bracelet with two beads on it. One is engraved with the initial "T." The other, an "A."

"We can't always be sie by side," Tohru says. "So I thought you might like to wear this. That way, it's kind of like we're always together, isn't it?"

A bit of pretty metal is hardly a replacement for Tohru's presence, but Akito understands the meaning of the gift and that once again, Tohru has read her feelings perfectly. She lets Tohru clasp it around her wrist and from that day on, she doesn't take it off, not once.

vii.

On their one-year anniversary, a day Akito can't believe she made it to, they go to a Sohma-owned lodge up in the snowy mountains, where the air is so pure that breathing almost burns. Aside from the servants that accompany them, they're basically alone. The lodges in the mountains are all spread out, and it's quiet. Few animals live in such a cold area, and Akito enjoys not being able to hear the chirping of birds, a simple thing that always calls her back to the past, a place she can't afford to live.

Tohru beams at the scenery from the balcony, even though she's rubbing her arms, her clothes too thin. Akito makes a note to send a servant to buy a warmer coat for her. "It's so beautiful here! Thanks for bringing me, Akito-sa- Akito."

"It's all I can do for you." Akito leans against the railing next to her. "I can buy you things and take you places. That's all."

"Oh, that's not true! I like being with you, wherever we are. And you don't have to buy me anything, you know."

Akito does know. She also knows it's an inexplicable attitude. She never had to worry about Shigure or Kureno or any other Sohma wanting to be with her because of her family's money, but it's reasonable to think an outsider might. But Tohru isn't like that. She still works hard every day, even though she could lay around and do nothing and still be taken care of. It's obvious such a thought has never even crossed her mind.

Normally, Akito lets Tohru dominate the conversation. It isn't that Tohru isn't a good listener, because she is, probably the best one Akito's ever met. But Akito isn't much of a talker as long as she hasn't been hit with one of her spells of rage, which hasn't happened in some time now. But that day, she has something she wants to say. It's already been a year and she hasn't said it once, afraid for it to be true, afraid to feel it, but it is and she does. She inhales deeply, gathering strength from the crisp air, and looks at Tohru.

"I... love you, too."

Tohru blinks a couple of times, and then her cheeks blush an adorable and natural pink. She looks... fulfilled. Like she's been reading the newspaper every day for a year and finally they printed the article she was waiting for.

Akito moves forward like she's in a trance and gently cups Tohru's face to kiss her. It's the most chaste kiss of her life and also the warmest, despite the snow flurrying around them. Tohru seems not to know what to do with her hands, putting them on Akito's shoulders, then her hips, then finally around her neck. Akito keeps her eyes closed and melts into Tohru.

So this, she thinks, is how it feels to choose love.

#akito sohma #tohru honda #akito/tohru #fruits basket #furuba #fic #mine #i put all my lesbian heart into this

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wevegottogetaway · 5 years

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A Meaning of Love

It’s been barely two months since Harry and y/n moved in together, and yet, they feel like they’ve never seen less of each other before. The past few busy weeks have forced their routine into a high tempo of quick morning encounters, even quicker lunch break phone calls and countless half-asleep take-out dinners (few nights ago, y/n had been that close to face-plant in her soup had Harry not tenderly rubbed her back and urged her to ‘finish your soup, love, befo’ I take yeh to bed’).

By the time Friday finally rolls around, they are still both swamped in unfinished projects and boring paperwork that nobody really wants to sort out but that has reached its procrastination limit expiry date. And the worst is, even in the midst of this perpetual race against time, they still find some to miss each other and yearn for a quiet and relaxing evening.

Looking at the fancy clock in her office, y/n realizes it’s 7:26pm and she’s the only remaining worker on her floor (or probably all of them for that matter). Her head is throbbing and she has to read every sentence of the manuscript in her hands at least 3 times in order to get even the most remote idea of its meaning.

Exhausted, she dejectedly throws the document back on her desk before leaning back in her chair and harshly rubbing her face with her hands. She finds herself thinking of Harry, counting how long it has been since they last shared a couple-y moment. She just misses it. The intimacy. The idle talk, the deep conversations, the laughter, the cooking sessions, the movie marathons, the other kind of marathons…just the time to share and simply be together. Recently, it’s been all about coordinating their schedule to the best time-efficiency possible and she absolutely loathes it.

‘Fuck that’ she thinks as she starts gathering her stuff. When she’s done saving her work and turning off the computer, she makes her way to the elevator while pulling out her cellphone. In a matter of minutes she’s ordered food from Harry’s favorite place and is already on her way to pick it up. The frown previously etched on her face is finally morphing into a soft smile. She just wants to spend a casual evening with him, make him feel better after the hectic week they’ve had and maybe convince him to prolong said plan throughout the week-end too.

Still at the studio, Harry thinks he’s gonna lose his last hanging nerve if he doesn’t figure out what in hell is missing in the bridge of his new song. It’s 7:35pm and he’s been playing the damn thing since 8 this morning but nothing’s working. The pressure and the fatigue have rendered him inspiration-less and simply left him in a slump. His head feels fuzzy, his thoughts are jumbled and no matter how much he puts his all in it, he knows nothing creative can spring out from stress and sleep deprivation. So he pauses the audio and turns to his fellow songwriters/musicians with a sigh. "Sorry guys, think we should call it a day. My brain’s fried anyway."

They all nod and make their way outside of the studio after sorting everything out. "Don’t worry, man, we’re gonna figure this out. It’s probably best we stopped now anyway, it’ll give us a fresh perspective coming Monday." Mitch tries to reassure his friend.

"Hope so, yeah. I don’t know, I just…Righ' now, I just wanna go home an’ clear my head of everythin’."

"You’re right, it’s getting obsessive in there, and that’s never a good way to make music. ’S gotta be more natural than whatever that was" he says pointing his thumb back towards the building they just left.

"’S not just that though. Things are a bit crazy at the moment, an’ it’s like…I miss y/n in a weird way, yeh know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we just moved in together a few weeks back, right? But we barely see or have time fo’ each other. Her work’s keepin’ her busy as well...” It seems like he’s gonna add something so Mitch doesn’t interrupt his thoughts. “It’s like missing someone that is right next to you" Harry finally confides and it feels like some weight is being lifted off his shoulders with the confession. He’s been nurturing these longing feelings for a while now but had yet to express them out loud.

"Tell ya what, Harry. It’s the week-end, take advantage of it, man.”

"Yeah, think ‘m gonna go get some food an’ maybe flowers. She’s been workin’ so hard lately, just wanna give ‘er a nice evening." It’s his turn to pick up dinner anyway Harry thinks, and there’s a flower shop right across from her favorite place. Maybe they could just take off for the week-end too. Go someplace tranquil and far away from the city’s hassle.

That’s how half an hour later he’s finally pulling up on their street, take-away and sunflowers buckled in the passenger seat. Taking a long breath along with the rest of his purchases, Harry makes his way to the front door. When he finally enters their home, he’s immediately met with one of the most precious sight he could have hoped for: y/n in her sweats, humming to Here Comes the Sun as she gathers plates and cutleries to set the table. Harry feels already better and makes a bee line to his love with a wide smile adorning his lips.

"‘lo, love. Missed yeh today."

She looks up at the sound of his voice. "Hey, you. How was your day?" But as she’s about to melt in his embrace, she realizes he’s carrying items of his own. "Wait, did you get dinner?" she asks somewhat worriedly.

"Yep, I got yeh your favorite and these-" he hands her the bouquet, "are for you as well."

Now. When Harry imagined her reaction, he didn’t exactly picture y/n’s current expression. He’d thought maybe he’d be greeted with a ‘aww that’s so sweet’ hopefully followed by a kiss and the biggest hug in history. Or perhaps a blush creeping on her cheeks since y/n isn’t the best at receiving compliments and sweet gestures (getting her all flustered has become Harry’s favorite hobby ever since he realized that).

What he didn’t anticipate however, is the mystical look in y/n’s shiny eyes right now, like she was processing a hundred thoughts per second. She isn’t saying anything either. Just staring at him with love and wonder painting her irises.

"Love?" Harry tilted his head slightly on the side in sign of inquiry. Then y/n just chuckled and took his cheeks between her small hands, completely bypassing the bouquet and take-out still hanging from his fingers.

"Thought it was my turn to get dinner," she smiled at the qui pro quo. "I got you your favorite too. And some poppies." That’s when Harry noticed the bag with his favorite restaurant logo printed on it, seating on the kitchen counter besides a vase full of freshly cut poppies (his favorite as well).

Aligning his gaze back with hers, Harry awkwardly shifts around to place the food and the flowers on the counter by their side before engulfing y/n in a tight hug. His smile has grown tenfold and as he presses his forehead against hers, he thinks he couldn’t possibly fall deeper in love with her. So without further ado, he traps her lips between his and brings one hand to her neck. The kiss starts slow, eyes shut and hearts on the edge of imploding, savoring the moment. But then a small whine leaves y/n’s throat and it’s teeth colliding, breathed interweaving in-between, nose smudged against each other, and fingers kneading into heated skin.

The break is sudden and filled with their erratic breathing. It’s the ridicule of the situation that sends them laughing: both of them buying dinner, the result of a simple miscommunication. It’s an honest mistake really, they’ll just reheat the second take-out tomorrow. But it’s also both of them going out of their way, out of their exhaustion to get something special for the other. The desire to make a little gesture because days are rough and as a team they get through that by uniting moral support forces. It’s the intimacy y/n was craving so much. The small details Harry knows about her and she about him, and the fact that even through the madness of it all, they always seem to go back in sync.

"I miss you so much Harry" y/n finally says while tucking her nose in the crook of his neck. She just wants to feel as close to him as possible, breathe him in, and never let go. And really, Harry’s not complaining. He just squeezes her tighter against him and presses his lips on her forehead for a moment.

"I love you, y/n. How ‘bout no work this week-end, hum? Just yeh an’ me, wherever you wanna be" his lips are still brushing against her skin.

"Please," is what she answers before leaning back to stare at his pretty face with a soft smile. "I love you too."

➪ Masterlist

Hey guys, hope you liked that little piece. It is actually inspired by a true story; a so highly stereotypically French one, that I had to edit it for narrative’s sake. If you care to hear about it (no offense taken if you don’t!), prepare yourself cause I’m about to drop some serious French cultural knowledge on you.

There exists two ways one French fellow can eat a baguette: there’s the well-cooked team who likes it golden and crusty (like my Mum), and then there’s the not-so-cooked team who likes it soft all over (like my Dad). The basics being now established, we may proceed with the real story.

One time, both my Mum and Dad were having such a busy day that they forgot to agree on who would buy bread for dinner (I did warn you it would be awfully French). They ended up both buying some, laughing at the situation once they met at home. But see, now when my Dad recalls this — in appearance — insignificant moment of their lives, he says that in that moment they’d made love to each other. Because when they got ready to eat, they realized that my dad had bought a well-cooked baguette for my mum while she had bought a not-so-cooked one for my Dad. And yeah, my Dad can be a hopeless romantic sometimes but he’s kinda right, isn’t he? Love is about putting the other above ourselves and making them feel special with the little things like giving up your favorite type of something just so your significant other can have it their favorite way.

Anyhow, sorry if I bored you with my story (it is 3:52am as I’m writing, if you need some kind of explanation), I just thought it was something sweet to share. Please tell me what you think, I’d love to hear from you!

Take care xx

#Harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #fluff #Harry styles #creative writing #short and sweet #please tell me what you think

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m4rkshouse · 6 years

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hello hello so vivi [@astrofireworks] came to me a few weeks ago with a prompt/fic idea she had nd i really liked it so here it is in bullet fic form vivi i hope i did your idea justice:

okay so basically jinjin and mj have been dating since their first year of university

they met when jinjin accidentally walked into a first year chemistry class when he was trying to find his philosophy class

and when he realized he was in the wrong class he was too awkward to leave so he stayed and missed his very first university class ever

cue stressed jinjin basically just sitting there the entire hour long introduction, not listening at all

and at the end of lecture mj tries to take the advice their professor just gave, and he talks to the kid next to him and asks for his contact info in case either of them ever miss lecture for whatever reason then they can trade notes

jinjin: “i’m uhh... i’m not in this class.... haha”

mj: “.......????”

jinjin: “i actually walked into the wrong classroom and i felt weird leaving, haha” he’s trying so hard to laugh it off but he’s internally dying a bit [a lot]

and mj is like “:oo dude that sucks but i get it, i probably would’ve been too awkward to leave too.”

and after that they part ways and jinjin gets totally roasted by his roommate eunwoo bc he’s a whole idiot and he can’t believe he did that

but after that mj and jinjin keep running into each other everywhere

jinjin goes to the library to study? mj is a table over also studying

jinjin and eunwoo go to a party? mj is at that party

jinjin and eunwoo go to eat? mj is also there, sitting just down the table from them, eating with a couple of his friends as well

so eventually they just start talking nd cracking jokes bc they ALWAYS see each other and they’re like “haha the universe is trying to put us together”

and after some time, jinjin finds himself crushing on this super cute and sweet and funny dude he accidentally sat beside in the wrong lecture and so he asks him out

and he’s kinda expecting mj to say no bc he’s been on a few dates here and there with this guy in his chemistry class named moon bin

but mj’s like “finally you idiot i’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for forever”

and jinjin’s like “why didn’t you just ask me then????”

and mj’s like “.......... i don’t actually know??” and they’re both shook bc what an idiot but it’s okay bc one of them asked the other now

and they go on a date to a bowling alley and have a ton of fun and mj pouts when he loses but jinjin just smiles at him really big and kisses him on the cheek so it’s all good

and after that they’re pretty much inseparable and they start officially dating a little while later and they’ve been together ever since then

so skip a few years later and mj’s pursuing his Ph.D. and as part of his program he has the opportunity to do a co-op abroad

and obviously he takes it bc why wouldn’t he but it leaves poor jinjin on his own for six months while he’s gone

and obviously he’s super proud of mj bc it’s really awesome but also he’s sad bc the love of his life is gonna be away from him for six months

and he can’t tell mj anything but jinjin’s secretly been planning on proposing to him on their sixth anniversary for almost a year but now mj’ll be away for it

and he’s got a ring picked out and everything and he’s got it hidden in the pocket of this old backpack he has from when he was in university that’s sitting in a closet in their apartment

so mj packs all his stuff up and he needs a carry-on and so he takes the backpack and packs all his carry-on stuff in it and somehow jinjin doesn’t realize that this is the bag until after he’s dropped mj off for his flight and they’ve said their goodbye’s and he’s on his way home

and when he realizes he’s like “shit what have i done” and he’s freaking out and he doesn’t even go back to his apartment but rather to eunwoo’s and he’s losing his mind bc mj’s gonna find the fucking ring shit [and that’s if he hasn’t found it already]

and eunwoo just kinda looks at him like “you’ve always been an idiot when it comes to mj haven’t you?”

and jinjin’s like “this isn’t the time, idiot, what do i do?”

and eunwoo’s like “uhh how the heck should i know??”

and so amidst his freaking out they come up with a plan that they think actually isn’t that bad [it is] and basically jinjin’s gonna casually tell mj not to look in that specific pouch bc eunwoo’s hiding something in there that he doesn’t want ppl to see and then move on with it

so when mj calls him from toronto, where he’s doing his co-op, that night he’s like “!!! jinjin hi i made it safely”

jinjin: “i know, you texted me when you landed and when you got to your hotel”

mj: “i know but idk i wanted you to hear me say it not text it”

jinjin: “you’re so cute i love you”

and mj’s like “stop” and he’s blushing even though they’ve been together 5ever and also jinjin can’t even SEE him

jinjin, lowkey smug: “are you blushing rn??”

mj: “shut up park jinwoo >:/“

and jinjin calls him cute again before they get to talking about their days and what happened after jinjin dropped mj off and then he’s just randomly like

“oh btw eunwoo says he’s got something secret stashed in the left pocket of my backpack but he really doesn’t want us to check it so can you like..... not open that??”

and that’s literally the most sus thing mj has ever heard like first of all why would eunwoo randomly have something hidden in there that they don’t know about

second of all how does he even know mj took the backpack

so he’s like “wtf what’s in the backpack” and he goes into that pouch of the backpack while jinjin shouts in his ear to stop bc eunwoo rlly doesn’t want them to look

and he finds the ring and he tears up and nearly starts crying bc “holy shit jinjin’s gonna fucking propose to me”

and he loves jinjin so much and is literally thrilled by the idea of being married to him so he’s actually really really happy

but he doesn’t want jinjin to know he’s found it bc obviously he’s not supposed to know so he’s like “????? it’s nothing but an empty pouch in your shitty old backpack???”

and jinjin’s like “....... OH ofc he must’ve been talking about a different bag haha”

and part of him is RELIEVED bc mj doesn’t know but the other half is like “holy fuck the ring is supposed to be in there i lost a $4000 ring what the fuck”

so time passes and mj doesn’t tell jinjin he knows but while he’s away he wears the engagement ring 25/8 bc it’s so beautiful and he loves it and loves jinjin and wants ppl to know that he’s engaged [even if he technically hasn’t said yes yet]

and when he finally gets to go back home he just kinda forgets that he’s supposed to put the ring back bc he’s so used to wearing it and he keeps it on during the flight home

and he gets home and sees jinjin waiting for him once he gets to the baggage claim and he’s like “!!!!!!! jinjin” and he’s so so happy bc the love of his life is right there after six months

jinjin: “!!! baby !! i love you i missed you !!”

mj: “i missed you too!!”

and jinjin goes to take his hand to lead them to the belt where his luggage will come off and it’s then that he noticed mj is wearing a ring and he’s like “???? mj doesn’t have a ring”

so he looks a little closer and chokes bc that’s not just a ring that’s the ring

jinjin: “mj wtf you found the ring?!”

mj: “........ fuck i forgot to take it off i wanted to surprise you before i said yes :(“

jinjin, v shook: “b-before you said yes??”

nd mj’s just smiling so big and he throws his arms around jinjin’s neck again and he’s like “jinjin i love you to the moon and back obviously i’m gonna marry you”

and jinjin is kinda sad that the proposal didn’t go how he wanted but he’s also so so happy rn bc he loves mj and that makes him not rlly care about the proposal so he just hugs him really really tightly and tells mj how much he loves him and how much he means to him

but park jinwoo is also a huge sap so he still gets on one knee in the middle of the literal airport and asks mj to marry him and mj is so flustered bc a ton of people are watching

so he shyly says yes again and hugs jinjin so so tight and they kiss nd people are clapping bc this is a literal airport and it’s highkey awkward and mj just starts killing himself laughing at the whole situation

mj: “you’re actually a whole idiot i wouldn’t have checked the pouch at all if you hadn’t said anything”

jinjin: “yeah but i’ve always been kinda dumb whenever you’re involved, you make me unable to think clearly; in a good way though”

nd mj just scrunches his nose at him with a smile and tells him he’s a sap before kissing him once more

they collect mj’s luggage hand in hand and a few months later they get married and jinjin tells the story in his speech at the reception and it makes everyone laugh

and yeah it was kinda dumb but mj honestly couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out

#okay thats it here’s my return to fics #i wrote this mainly on mobile between classes so pls bear with any format errors nd spelling mistakes #thank u !#feedback is v much appreciated #astro fanfic #astro fanfiction #myungjin #myungjin fic #myungjin fanfic #my writing

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Thirsty Thursday (Drake x MC) [NSFW Alphabet]

In college, my Thirsty Thursdays were walking to the bar by my townhouse and drinking cheap ass poison Long Islands and the night would guarantee a drunken rendition of Don’t Stop Believing or My Heart Will Go On from the karaoke. Now, it’s writing some straight up SMUT for you all. Let’s bring back some Choices Thirsty Thursday y’all. Or not, but please enjoy some glorious smut your way.

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Rating: M; NSFW Under the Cut (A)

Warnings: It’s flith. Enjoy!

Note: This is a mix of headcanon and mini-drabbles. And I’ve been dying to use this gif as my Jaela faceclaim on a fic since forever.

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very loving, the both of them, even if they’re getting dressed in a closet from a ball, fingers—so rough and desperate moments before, carefully zipping up her dress or, her, buttoning his shirt. In bed, after getting water and a washcloth (if they’re awake enough, sometimes they’ll just lay there in bliss, the wind drying their skin) Drake will hold her close, kissing her face and neck and whispering in her ear until they fall asleep—or get out of bed for the day. Jaela’s much of the same, loving her head on his chest, body aching and craving more, but giving in to his tender, sleepy, marshmallow hold.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Can Drake say that every part of her is his favorite, treating it like a goddess? He’s enamored with her body, her taste, her everything… although, if he had to admit it—and as great as her breasts, ass, and pussy are—he loves her thighs. How they tighten around his head when she comes on his tongue, how they quiver as he pounds into her, squeezing around his waist when she cries out his name, or how he can grip them as she rides him, that devilish smirk on her face when his nails dig into them.

It’s simple: his dick and lips. He works wonders with those on every inch of her, and she can spend hours kissing him. She loves how quickly he gets hard when she leans in at a dinner, whispering what she’d like to do to him right now, if she could, hand squeezing his dick. They never last long after that, either leaving for a quickie or just going home.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Drake loves to come in her, with or without the condom, watching her face when he does (if he doesn’t throw his head back) because he knows she likes it—no, loves it, as she whispers in his ear, pulling his hips closer as he climaxes. Otherwise, she likes it when he comes on her—even if doesn’t do it often—or in her mouth, locking eyes before she swallows, that simple action—sometimes in the home, in a scheduled alcove, tucked away on the palace grounds, or under his desk—almost makes him come again. He’ll wipe her lips with him thumb, enchanting soft laughter emitting from her, and he helps her up, kissing her.

“I didn’t know it was round two, Drake….”

“Not my fault you have many talents, Walker.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

They don’t keep secrets from each other, never again, let alone anything to do with their pleasure. They’re open and vocal to what they want from each other But, if there is one, they both like to send pictures and videos to one another when they’re away… or sometimes, right in the other room. Drake was hesitant at first—“Are you really that surprised? Do you remember the texts we sent during the social season and tour? It’s not my fault you don’t know what Snapchat is so I couldn’t send you what I really wanted to…”

“But Abdi, what if somebody—”

“We’re literally husband and wife and not teenagers. Just… let me know when you’re in your room. If you don’t like it, then we don’t. But try? I miss you.”

… and when Jaela sent him those fucking pictures two minutes after he said he was alone, well, he changed his mind. Let’s just say they have an extra layer of security to unlock their pictures.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They’re nearly matched, Drake having a slight edge due to living in the palace and studying abroad, mostly flings—two relationships that lasted a half a year or less.

He had to begrudgingly agree that it wasn’t all bad when he could be the palace player, until Abdi appeared. That thing with Kiara was off the moment Abdi stepped on that plane, even if he didn’t trust her. He didn’t know why, or how, but he didn’t want to break this girls heart.

Jaela went on dates and had some on and off relationships, a couple for a few months back in New York, so she knows tricks, but not that Drake doesn’t, either. It doesn’t take long for them to figure out exactly what makes the other moan like nobody can hear them, even if others are just outside the door.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

For Drake, anything that allows him to see her face, how her lips part and eyes either lock on his or roll back when she comes undone because of him, panting his name. He’s not a fan of doggie style… but when he’s dominant, he does like to bend her over (bar, table, bed, kitchen counter, office desk, of anything else that’ll do where he can [gently] pull on her hair and gulp at the sight her arched neck and the look she just gives him) and fuck her, hard.

Truly, anything and everything for Jaela. Riding him is particularly fun and sexy for her and she loves how his mouth or hands works her breasts when she’s on top, but she’s also weak in the knees for when he pushes her against a wall, hitches up a leg (or two) and fucks her there.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jaela’s the goofy one in bed when it calls for it, though Drake has his moments, but otherwise, they’re both serious when they make love. Having sex is a deep expression of their love, their emotions, so it’s always an intimate moment no matter where they are or how intense they’re being.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Drake’s groomed, nothing gets too wild because he likes how she feels—and he wants to make sure she can feel him too. Jaela goes between well trimmed and groomed to waxing to bare, often surprising him when she does get waxed. He doesn’t mind either way, but there is something about those surprises…. Like that one time on the Unity Tour when they were at the god-awful dinner. To be fair, she’s the one who excused herself and came back, sticking her lace panties in his pocket. “Abdi… you’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Uh-huh,” she whispers, scooting closer to him as his fingers trail up the hem of her dress. Everybody else is caught in talk about unity and politics and everything they don’t care about right now, only wanting dinner to end so they can beeline to her—their room, because sleeping apart is stupid—but they look when Drake gasps because she took him by surprise, her pussy bare for him. “So, about the Cordonian apple orchards,” she begins as his fingers enter her, hands clasped together to cover her smirk, counting down the seconds till somebody takes over so she can enjoy his one—no—two pumping fingers.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

God, so romantic and close, even in the goofy, quickie, or intense sex. There isn’t a time where Drake doesn’t say how fucking beautiful she is, or when she doesn’t take a moment to pause and just whisper how much she loves him, capturing his dark gaze into hers. Their first time set the precedent for all others to follow.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He much rather prefer being the one to make her moan, but he loses himself when she teases him by touching herself. Though, when he walks in the room, whether before or after sex, he’ll replace her fast enough, even if it is sexy as hell and he’s ready for round two when she does that, knowing how much it teases him. She relishes in that when he’s the one tied up, loving the desire in his eyes and how desperate he is to touch her. “Not yet,” she’ll tease and touch her wet fingers to his lips.

He likes to jack off when eating her out, because god, isn’t that the sexiest thing he can do her. He can’t help himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay. Drake’s a simple guy when it comes to the bed, and never really had done much outside of the standard “just two people fucking” and nothing else. Enter Jaela. It’s nothing wild, but more than Drake was used to. They’ve used ropes, silk ties, blindfolds, wax, ice, and on some drunken nights, like to lick whiskey off each others body, savoring how the burn mixes with their sweat on their tongue, or how it pools between her breasts, his tongue tracing its way to her nipples after, whiskey and lips leaving a trail of fire.

Drake’s also fond of handcuffs—on him—but he tries to downplay it. Though, when she sets them on his desk in the middle of a workday, leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Now or later?” His excitement can’t be contained. He still gets flustered when he thinks about the time they locked his office door on a Friday night and they didn’t leave until dawn, handcuffs tucked in his bottom drawer.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the home—and they can’t say bed because they’ve fucked in nearly every room, Jaela bent over almost every surface than allows it, on the floor, in the shower, the bed (of course, Drake does like this the most, because he can take his time with her). But… they always do seem to find a closet or room—no matter where they are—at a ball or when visiting a duchy for an extended time.

Jaela gets such a thrill from her skirt being hiked up and Drake entering her, their mouths capturing their moans when the party—or meeting, or anything else—goes on outside them, Drake covering her mouth when she comes, not holding anything back as she shudders.

“Abdi, they’re going to hear you…”

“Isn’t that part of the thrill?”

“It’s… hot, yeah.” And he turns her around, grinning, that dark, hooded look in his eye. “But you do need to learn a lesson on being quiet…”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When they whisper, teasing, in each others ear, when Drake tousles his hair, when she crosses her legs, dress or skirt revealing more of her flesh, their scent, when Jaela comes out of the shower, water sticking and shining to her skin like dew… and of course, when their eyes meet across a crowded room, heat building in their core, just knowing the other is thinking the same longing thoughts after all these years.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Choking, threesomes, extreme BDSM.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Drake’s always been the very skilled giver. Not that Jaela doesn’t want to drop to her knees at a moments notice, or after he eats her out, but sometimes she just can’t after he does, too tired to even think straight. “Besides,” he whispers, running a finger over her clit as he positions himself, drawing a whimper from her. “I want to feel you… right, now.” And he enters her, another wave of pleasure—how many times did she come that night on their honeymoon? She lost count—her desire to return the favor gone as he fills her, tasting herself on his lips.

Her favorite—and his, because he grips her hair even harder when she does this—is dragging him into palace closet and going to her knees before he can even kiss her. “Abdi—”

“And you’re still shocked I was thinking of sucking your cock throughout that entire meeting? I though you knew me better than that, Walker.” And his hand is buried in her hair, knees shaking, chin tilted as she licks his length, free hand gripping the fabric of his pants tight, taking as much as she can of him in.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on where they are. In public or offices or if the kids are playing outside, they tend to be fast—unless they lock the office door—because there’s so much to do, including each other. However, at home, it’s far different. It’s slow, sensual. There’s not always candles, but their hands linger and take time with each others body, no matter if they’re slow and gentle, whispering words of love; rough and dirty, Drake in shock but loving how good she is at talking like that—Jaela’s just happy he’s a quick learner; or when they both battle for dominance that night, often from after an argument, bodies grinding and switching positions and trying to take control, to show how much they care through their control of each others pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It comes to no surprise to Drake that Jaela loves quickies, and he’s happy to oblige. But still, even when their lives seem to revolve around endless meetings and raising their children, he always prefers laying her out on the bed, saying, “I’m going to fuck you till the sun comes up, think you can keep up, Abdi?”

“I think you’ll need to keep up with me,” she whispers, hand travelling down to her core. Drake catches her fingers just before they land there, both smirking. Instead, he touches her, running a finger up her slit and she raises her hips, shutting her eyes.

“Now, you’ve got to do better than that…”And he takes her wrists, silk tie in his other hand.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Honestly, everybody in Cordonia likes to play this game. It’s no shock that Drake and Jaela are risky, too. Aside from their kinks of being tied up and playing with temperature, public sex is another major one. How can they resist each other at balls, Abdi sparkling from head to toe and Darke in a sharp fitted suit?

Everybody know what happens when they (or the various other) couples disappear for a few minutes to an hour at a time, but the risk is still there, almost drawing Jaela over the edge the moment he touches her hand in the middle of the crowd and says exactly how he’d like to rip off that dress.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

God, all of her past experiences were ruined the first time her and Drake went all night—literally. “God. Fuck, Drake,” she says, just staring at the ceiling, dawn creeping in through the window. Everything—and everything—still tingled, skin wet with his cum, her juices, and his saliva—drying as the morning breeze blew in. He laughs, running a wet washcloth over her stomach, first.

“So… do you think I’m lying when I say I can fuck you all night?”

She smirks, catching his wrist. “But can you all day?” And Drake answers with a kiss, but, they fall asleep minutes later, washcloth soaking the sheets.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Neither are big toy people, they’d rather explore and experience pleasure with their bodies. Jaela does have a vibrator, for when he’s away and she needs something… plus it livens up the videos she sends, or when they Facetime, Jaela just feeling his want and jealousy and desire through the screen.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Drake’s never one to start the teasing, usually. Jaela begins it, and she is merciless with it, especially when they can be caught or called out for nearly eyefucking. However… once she pushes him over the edge, damn can he strike back. And she loves it, begging to be fucked and him, now with the upperhand, drawing out the thing she wants the most until even he can’t resist her, bent before him, skirt pushed up, bodice pushed down, Drake’s hands over hers, keeping her flat against the kitchen table, poised and ready to go. Except…

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Oh, you know. You started this, remember,” he growls, his head presses against her, dripping from when he ate her out—but didn’t let her come, not tonight. Not when she pulled that stunt again. He knew how crazy it drove him. Jaela groans, hands curling into fists.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“No more than you, Abdi.” His length runs over her clit and she shudders, just wanting him. Even she has her limits.

“Fuck me hard, please. Now.” And he enters her, releasing her wrists and bending to whisper in her ear how much he loves her—and how beautiful she is, the tenderness always breaking through whenever he took control.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At home, they’re loud, but in the throes of passion, they never speak much, words lost to each other. In public, well, they try to keep quiet. Jaela’s the one to crack first, Drake having to cover her mouth, only to nearly break when her cries are still heard, a vibration against his hand or mouth and shoulder, if she bites it while coming.

Drake moans and groans a lot, but it’s quiet, overall. There’s whispers and profanities said, but for the most part, he loves to listen to her—especially when he’s licking her clit, catching her gaze when he looks up and she looks down, always coming soon after that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One day, Jaela decided to return the favor to Drake. At his desk, she straddled his lap, kissing him at first, slow and gentle. Then, she stood. He tilted his head, hand on her hip. Never breaking eye contact, she sunk to her knees under his desk, unzipping his pants and beginning to repay a favor from earlier in the week, at her desk. It was the least she could do, and hell, they were still newlyweds. They couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

The music from his computer only slightly muffled the sounds her and his groans, hand on the back of her head. “Fuck, Abdi, I—” The door opened and they both freeze, him in her mouth.

“Ah, Drake! Ready for the golf range after work?” Fucking Maxwell Beaumont.

“Uh, uh, yeah, sure.”

“You sure? You look a little flushed.”

Drake turned up the music, blasting “Wagon Wheel”, well aware of Abdi below him—and how she started to bob her head and stroke his shaft, her eyes glittering before she began. He gulped, crossing his arms. “No, no, I’m fine, just warm. Is it hot in here or…”

“I love this song!” Maxwell does a little jive, singing along. God, Drake thought, can you just open a hole right now? Please? Fucking PLEASE? What world is he living in where Jaela is happily continuing her blowjob while Maxwell dances in his office at the same time. Suddenly, Jaela sneezes, teeth applying just a little too much pressure—and he likes when she grazes them.

“Fuck!”

“Is that Chance? Come here boy!”

“Maxwell no—”

But he ducks, looking under the desk—the front raised just a few inches, enough to see her heels. Slowly, Maxwell stood up, pale. Only the music plays, So rock me momma like a wagon wheel… Until he leaves without a word.

To the very day, Maxwell can’t look Drake or Jaela in the eye when she wears those heels, and Wagon Wheel forever haunts all… except Jaela. She loves to play it when they’ve been drinking together, horror filling their faces before they scramble to reach for her phone. Except for the day they found a bar with a jukebox.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Drake’s slightly above average, and pleasantly thick. Let’s just say the bluebell dress wasn’t doing Jaela any favors.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, but sometimes, they just want to cuddle in bed and talk or read their books until they fall asleep together. So long as they touch each other when they’re together and say I love you, they can be happy. Life gets crazy, so they never have as much sex as they want to, but it’s always made up somehow. Besides, they’re used to waiting… and know how rewarding that can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If they can fall asleep afterwards, and if it wasn’t an all night session, it’ll take about an hour to come down and drift off because they can’t stop talking or caressing each other. If it was all night, or particularly draining, then it’s within 10-15 minutes. Just enough to drink some water, clean up, and cuddle before falling asleep in each others arms… or until Jaela turns away from him, hogging the bed once she’s asleep.

Not that he minds, of course, often waking up to readjust, moonlight falling just right on her face. He’s just lucky to even be woken up by her in the first place, after all.

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