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cacoetheswriting · 3 years

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chasing a feeling pt. III - spencer reid

Warnings: mild cursing, implied smut (nothing explicit), kinda angsty, kinda fluffy Word Count: 2.3k Summary: this is part three: Spencer has a habit of showing up at your door in the middle of the night. A/N: italics are memories/flashbacks. also sorry this took so long omg!!

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

The case concluded a couple of days later. Days which consisted of ignoring Spencer; unless absolutely necessary. Days spent trying not to look at him, days spent pretending you weren't thinking about him, his touch, or that night you spent together.

It was incredibly hard to concentrate on quite literally anything.

The night you got home from the work trip was a sleepless one. You tossed and turned, anxious about seeing the brunette doctor the next day. You couldn't help but wonder how the two of you will act around one another now that you were back on common ground. How your dynamic will be now that you weren't working a case.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that you weren't the only one feeling restless. A knock on your door caused you to hop out of bed and wander towards it. Letting a yawn escape your lips you looked through the peephole to check who was on the other side. Spencer.

Quickly, you opened the door. The young doctor looked up from the ground and greeted you with a timid smile.

“Spencer, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know it’s late but-” He cleared his throat. “-can we please talk?” He asked while staring deep into your eyes. You nodded after a brief moment and stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Spencer sat down on the couch, glancing around your apartment in the process. The place wasn’t fully decorated yet. A number of cardboard boxes were stacked on top of one another in the corner of the living room, clearly still full. The TV lay on the floor, cables tangled, and beside it was a half-opened suitcase with your go-bag thrown hastily on top.

You asked if he wanted a coffee, or anything else to drink, but he politely shook his head ‘no’ so you situated yourself on the opposite end of the couch and waited for him to tell you why he was here.

Silence enveloped around the room. Suddenly afraid to say anything, in case it ended up in another argument, the brunette doctor nervously fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt. You were slightly taken aback by his nervous demeanour, it was completely different to the way he acted around you the last week.

It reminded you of when you were younger. The shy, awkward, slightly closed-off Spencer. The guy who wouldn’t hold your hand or at time was afraid to meet your gaze, the guy that didn’t understand the sarcastic jokes you made. It made your heart ache a little.

Finals were approaching and they were approaching fast. Everyone said law school would be hard. Long hours, extensive curriculum, sleepless nights, projects, essays, case-studies. The list goes on.

It didn't help that you were a lot younger than your fellow classmates. Being an ambitious and driven kid you managed to skip a few grades and get an undergraduate degree in psychology at a very young age. Law school seemed like the logical next step although now you were thinking about giving up.

With junior year coming to an end, you constantly wondered whether this should be the end of your law career. Perhaps there was something better out there for you. Something easier, and not as draining. You weren't a quitter, far from it, but this was too much for a single person to handle.

It was Friday night, and yet currently you were curdled up on the library floor rather than at some frat party. Piles on piles of books and encyclopaedias formed around you as you worked away on your end of term paper.

A not so quiet yawn escaped your lips. Followed by another. Leaning back against the shelf behind you, you closed your eyes. Honestly, you could fall asleep here, now.

It was in that moment of silence you heard a shuffling sound approaching your location between the aisles of books. Slowly, you flushed your eyes back open to analyse your surroundings - see who it was that disturbed your peace.

A scrawny boy stood just a few feet away, deeply focused on the collection of titles in front of him. The boy was around your age. Tall. You could see remains of gel in his short brown hair; which was now quite messy. He was dressed in a slightly oversized sweater, underneath he wore what looked like a neatly ironed shirt, and a dark bag was draped loosely over his shoulder.

“Hello.” You said. His head instantly snapped in your direction.

“H-hi.” He replied sheepishly. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you.” His soft demeanour made you smile. “Oh, I wasn't actually sleeping. Just resting my eyes for a second.”

The boy nodded. You waited for him to say something but he didn't so you reached out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

His gaze travelled to your hand before moving back up to meet yours. He didn't move any closer, and you could sense he grew a little uncomfortable, so you let your hand fall down to your lap.

“I’m Spencer.” He cleared his throat. “Doctor Spencer Reid.” Your eyes widened a little at his esteemed title. “Doctor?”

Spencer’s nose twitched gently.

“I have Ph.D’s in mathematics, chemistry and engineering.” He retorted causing your mouth to part in shock. “Holy shit.” Pause. “Wow, and here I thought I was the resident genius having one silly undergraduate degree.” You joked; but the young doctor didn't laugh. He simply stared at you, a kind look spread across his face.

“W-what are you studying now?” Spencer asked, motioning to the stakes of books around you.

“I’m in law school.” You replied. “Failing miserably to write my stupid end of term paper.” Sigh. “One of many actually.”

Spencer took one step forward. “M-maybe I can help?” He offered. “That is really kind of you but unless you have a law degree you haven’t mentioned yet, I don't know how you would be able to help.”

“I don’t have a law degree, but I have an eidetic memory.” He said, nervously tugging at the strap of his bag. “I-if that’s of any help to you.”

The smile on your face grew wider. “Well Spencer, now you’re just showing off.”

It was at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue with such ease, the brunette doctor finally smiled. And holy smokes did he have a pretty smile. Your heart skipped a beat as his face illuminated.

“But you convinced me.” You added while getting up on your feet. You picked up your things along with as many books as you could carry. Spencer shuffled toward you, and while keeping his distance, he bent down to pick up the remaining items.

“Why are you here Spencer?” You finally asked breaking the silence.

The brunette agent tilted his head in your direction, eyes locking with yours once again causing the air to catch briefly in your chest.

“I wanted to make sure you knew that what happened between us the other night, that wasn’t some ploy to get you to stay.” He stated. “I tried to explain that to you but you never really gave me a chance.” Pause. “Y/N, I want you to stay. Not for me but because you deserve to be a part of this team.”

“I appreciate you saying that Spencer. Truly.” A small smile graced your facial features. The brunette doctor smiled down at his hands. “But you didn’t have to come here in the middle of the night to tell me that. It could have waited.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Spencer smirked before clearing his throat. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours. “I guess I just wanted to see you.” You bit down on your bottom lip the second he said that, your heart skipping a beat. Spencer shifted closer to you. Without really thinking about it, you also moved in his direction. Your knees now touching.

“You know, communication was never our strong suit. For two people with psychology degrees you would think we’d be better at it.” You muttered making Spencer laugh. The smile on your face slowly faded. “Maybe we’re too similar, maybe that was our downfall.”

Spencer lifted his hand, reaching out for yours which was currently placed on your lap. He intertwined his fingers with yours. “In reality, opposites don’t attract.” The brunette doctor noted. “You’re more likely to be attracted someone who thinks the same as you do.”

In the space of a heartbeat, without giving you a chance to reach, Spencer leaned in. His lips brushed against yours; electricity shooting through your body. His free hand found its way to your face, and he cupped your cheek. As seconds passed you pushed yourself into him more. Fuck. Should you be doing this?

You hurried through the halls, slaloming between the groups of students making their way peacefully to class. A feeling of excitement filled you from head to toe; excitement you only wanted to share with one specific person.

Spencer was sat in your now usual spot at the university library. Two coffees in front of him, one for you.

A sort of routine emerged since the two of you first met. It started out for purely academic purposes, but in the last week especially it evolved into something different. A friendship perhaps? No. It felt more than that although neither of you could quite describe it

“I did it!” You exclaimed while sitting down beside the young doctor - getting a dirty look from the librarian in the process. She shushed you before returning to whatever it was she was doing. You rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to Spencer. “I am officially done with all my papers and assignments.”

“I’m happy for you Y/N.” Spencer smiled.

“Well, I couldn't have done it without you.” You beamed at him. “I don’t know how I will ever thank you Spencer.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Come on genius, there must be something I can do for you.”

The brunette doctor cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. “I-I have t-two tickets to this convention, but you wouldn't be interested.” You raised an eyebrow while reaching for one of the coffees on the table. Lifting the lid to your lips you smiled. “It’s a date.”

Spencer’s hands were now holding onto your waist. He lifted you up in one swift motion, without breaking the kiss, so that you were now cradling his lap. You held his face, the tips of your fingers wrapping in his light brown curls.

Any reservations you had just a moment ago were now forgotten. You were completely lost in him, just as he was in you.

As your mouth parted, Spencer’s tongue crept between your lips meeting yours. Instantly, your tongues began to play back and forth. Heads tilting side to side to vary pressure.

Spencer’s strong hands began to travel up your body. They moved from your waist; slightly messing up your shirt in the process and sending a shiver down your spine. They stopped once they reached your neck, giving it a light squeeze. You couldn't help but moan against his hot mouth.

“I honestly don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.” You breathed happily as you and the young doctor walked down the busy street after the convention. “You don’t have to say that Y/N.” Spencer said, nervously tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

“Are you kidding? Spencer, today was amazing!” You beamed throwing your hands up in the air. “I was supposed to be making it up to you for your help with my papers but instead you treated me to another great day.”

Spencer chuckled lightly. He loved seeing you this happy. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how many things he actually loved about you. But it made him nervous because what if he didn't just love things like your laugh or your attitude. What if in fact he was in love with you.

“I guess we’re going to have to go on another date.” You teased. Spencer’s nose twitched but he didn't say anything. His lack of response caused you to stop in your tracks. The young doctor mimicked your move and also stopped, just a step ahead of you.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed.

“Why are you sorry?” Spencer asked confused.

“I just, I called today our date and I don’t want you to think I expect anything. I know the idea of dating can make you uncomfortable.” Your mouth flipped into a half-smile. “I like hanging out with you Spencer. I enjoy your company, and I wouldn't want to jeopardise that.”

“I like hanging out with you too.”

“Really?” “O-of course I do Y/N.” He smiled nervously. “I-I would like to go on more dates with you. You’re like a breath of fresh air.” Your face flushed red at his comment. Something Spencer noticed immediately. Without really thinking, he reached out his hand and gently caressed your cheek.

Your heart stopped. This was the first time he had touched you, ever. It was the first time you felt his soft skin against yours. You wanted desperately to lean into his touch but you didn't want to scare him off so you stood still, taking a mental picture of this moment.

Very slowly the two of you broke apart. The brunette doctor looked deep into your eyes; what he saw was longing, fervour. He felt the exact same.

Between the constant fights and misunderstandings it felt wrong to feel this strong desire to one another. This strong pull. It felt almost toxic. But Spencer shook the invasive thought away, his lips once again meeting yours.

“Would you like to move this to the bedroom?” You suggested in a mere whisper in between kisses. Spencer nodded. His hands situated themselves on your bum. The brunette agent picked you up allowing you to swiftly wrapp your legs around him. He carried you to the bed, kicking the door shut behind you with his leg.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Can I request a storyline where reader and Ms. Joke gives advice to each other to ask their crushes out. (Reader crushing on Bakugou and Ms. Joke likes Eraserhead). Also I love your Dabi fic it's so damn amazing.

Anon I know this took so long but I loved this idea ALOT. Like-literally GENIUSSSSSSSS!!!! And omg I’m so happy you liked my Dabi fics!!!🥺😭

Another fic for the @bnhabookclub event! If you wanna join in, heres the link!

Also pls ignore that Ms Jokes shoulder has disappeared I forgot to fix it 💀

Bakugo x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2000+

⤷ Warnings: cursing

⤷ Synopsis: As your helping your hero aunt Ms. Joke concoct a plan to win over Eraserhead, the conversation somehow turns to your crush on Bakugo. Even though you feel comfortable talking about the hotheaded boy with your aunt over the phone, you don’t realize how bad that idea is until a certain someone decided to eavesdrop outside the door.

Song Recs: ⤷ Leave This Place-Lione ⤷All This Time-Deorro ⤷Start It Over-NOTD

“Okay okay, how about this one-

“Can you pass me my inhaler, because you just took my breath away!”

Ms. Joke made an over exaggerated attempt at swooning, her voice airy and theatrical. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics, your nose scrunching at the terrible pick up line she just gave you.

“I don’t think that one will work Auntie,” you mused, your phone on speaker as you tidied up your UA dorm room.

Not many people were aware of it, but your aunt was Ms. Joke, the comedy hero. It was quite a shocker when you let that information out to your classmates, as they couldn’t understand why you had went to UA over her hero school. It was true you had entertained the idea of going, but as much as you loved your aunt-you could only tolerate her for so long. She was so fun and energetic to be around, but that energy quickly became draining after a few hours.

The thought of having to be around your aunt every day made you feel tired just thinking about it, so you had kindly opted to try UA instead. Your aunt was a little disappointed that you had picked UA over her school, but she was over the moon excited for you to finally follow her footsteps and become a hero.

It also didn’t hurt that you would be around Aizawa quite a lot-and she definitely used that to her advantage.

“Oh Cmon tho, Jitter Bug, he would love it!” She exclaimed through the phone. “That one is such a laugh riot!”

“I think you forget that Mr. Aizawa isn’t too big on jokes,” you gave her a short giggle as you began to fold the freshly cleaned clothes on your bed.

“Hm….” she hummed in thought.

“What about-I’m thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water? I’d then give him a killer smile to go along with it-he can’t say no to me then!”

Your cheeks turned incredibly red-the thought of your aunt hitting on your teacher so openly like that? Revolting.

You made a gagging noise at the prospect, a nervous laugh spilling out.

“I swear if you do that, I will dig my own grave and lay in there from second hand embarrassment,”

A belly laugh erupted in the other end of the line, Ms. Joke’s chuckles high pitched and uncontrollable.

“You really are a hard one to impress, huh?” She said between laughter.

“That type of pick up line is a little too young though-you babies are the ones that say ‘thirsty’ all the time…”

You heard a little hum on the other side of the phone, signaling she was thinking deeply.

“Why don’t you use that one on that boy you like, what’s his name again?”

She asked good naturedly, a hint of sneakiness in her voice. “It’s-Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo, right?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers, your body language going rigid.

“Auntie you cant say that so loud, I’m on speaker phone!” You hushed her.

Your cheeks went insanely red, your head swiveling to look at your door.

Damn you and not closing it properly-anybody walking by could have heard!

Your aunt only knew about your crush because she had noticed you staring quite intently at Bakugou at your provisional licensing exam, her questions hard to not answer truthfully. She had promised not to tell anyone, not even your parents, but she used it against you nevertheless.

You sighed a breath of relief once you were satisfied that no one had walked by, your head turning back to your phone call.

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Unknowing to you, someone had walked by-Bakugo.

It was later in the day and getting close to his early bedtime, so he had come up to tell you to be quiet.

It felt strange walking up to your room-Bakugo knew he was beginning to like you, more than just a classmate or a friend, yet he didn’t quite want to believe it.

He shouldn’t have all these vulnerable feelings, he should be focusing on training and nothing more. But the more and more he tried to ignore it the more and more he realized how much he truly admired you-you were so damn pretty to him, your laugh and smile always making a blush rise to his cheeks, and the way you would look at him so innocently whenever he spoke to you made his whole world light up.

He liked how you respected him, but you would also put him in his place if needed.You were really one of the few only people he would listen to, which made it even worse-you had a power over him you didn’t even know about. It frustrated him, but he cared about your opinion too damn much to openly defy your wishes.

It sucked how easily he’d fallen for you, but he couldn't make it stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he trudged up the stairs to your room, he noticed the door unlocked, a strange thing for him to see since he had prepared himself to knock. Whatever-less time waiting outside your door. He lightly leaned himself against the adjacent wall, ready to yell his warning at you quickly until he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Joke speak his name from a phone call.

The hell were you even talking about?

He couldn’t help it, he had to listen in, it was him you were talking about after all. As much as he didnt want to care, he hoped it was only good things you were speaking of, his heart fluttering when he heard your aunt say “you like him.”

Was it true? Did you really feel the same for him?

Bakugo instantly felt himself to sweat, his vermillion eyes wide as he prayed the news he was hearing wasn’t a lie-you had to like him back. You just had to.

Ms. Joke laughed at your distress, her voice lighthearted and loud.

“Oops, sorry!” She said, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone. “But really, y/n, what do you see in that boy! He’s so-well-“

“Harsh?” You finished her sentence, shuffling on your bed.

“Exactly! He’s always so mean and entitled too-you can’t find another boy in UA? What about Shoto-hes a pretty one!”

You gave a giggle, your hands fiddling nervously with your hair.

“Shoto is just a friend Auntie, and besides, he’s quite reserved-Bakugo isn’t,” you sighed, “Ive never meant anyone like him before.

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Bakugo’s heart beat painfully in his chest from outside the door.

This was fucking wrong-he was being a total creepster eaves dropping in your private conversation.

He kept telling himself that this was all okay, because you were talking about him and it was your goddamn fault for speaking about him behind his back-

But he knew deep down it was because he wanted so badly to know. He just wanted to be reassured that there was a connection between you two and he could pursue it somehow.

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“He’s just so-different. He is really harsh and brutally honest-it makes him kinda unique in a way. He’s always so driven, trying to do his best to be the best-it’s infectious, ya know? I can't help but admire him for that.”

you admired him? god, hearing those words sent him over the moon. You sounded so sweet and so soft as you relayed all your inner feelings to Ms. Joke, his heart was practically swooning.

Your aunt gave a small nod at your words, her voice much more understanding.

“Have you talked to him? Tried to ask him out or do anything you little kiddies usually do when you have a crush?” She asked playfully.

You sighed, your hands combing through your hair.

“Oh I could never! He wouldn’t like me back-he’s too into his school work. And he is super harsh-god I don’t know what I’d do if he’d reject me….”

“I understand you full heartedly JitterBug,” she used your nickname again, a groan slipping out of your lips.

“Are you yiu ever going to stop calling me that!”

“Never!” She exclaimed, her voice loud and cheerful again. “Your my wonderful little JitterBug and I’m going to keep calling you that until I kick the bucket!

“But really,” she sighed, her tone much more serious. “You never know until you try! I got rejected myself many, many, MANY times-but Im still doing perfectly fine!”

You held back a small snicker-your aunt, the Jokester Hero, who can’t hold a conversation without cackling like a maniac, the one who wears the most ridiculous outfits, has a chaotic fighting style, and has been pinning over the same guy since her internship days as a rookie?

Yeah, perfectly fine isn’t the best way you would describe her.

You simply hummed a nod in order to satiate her a response, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Ugh, I just got a call-they need me to help out with some robbery,” you aunt huffed out, her tone clearly tired. You felt a little bad for the hero-she must have been having a pretty crazy day.

“I’m sorry we had to cut our call so short!”

“Oh no it’s no problem!” You reasuresed her happily, “stay safe out there!”

“You two Jitterbug! Byeeeee!” She practically yelled her goodbye into the phone, making you flinch.

You breathed a tranquil sigh, readying yourself to start studying for your tests when you heard a loud banging upon your door.

“Oi, dumbass, can I come in for a minute?” The gruff voice of Bakugo filled the room, making your blood shiver-

Bakugo?!? Wait-was he there the whole time?!?

You teeth were practically chattering from that overwhelming fear, your cheeks red and your eyes wide.

You seriously were going to crawl into a hole and never come out if he heard that whole conversation.

You crawled off your bed, your hand making their way to the door to peak it open slightly.

Bakugo’s heart was thumping violently in his chest-now he knew you felt the same for him, this was going to be extremely easy. But he still felt really nervous, especially when your hair was so perfectly messy like that and your cheeks were dusted with pink like you were already nervous yourself.

God damn, why did you have to be so attractive? It just messed everything up for him, making him feel like he couldn’t think straight.

“Hey Bakugo, I-Uh-what’s up? Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, his nerves making his hand sweat more than usual. “something like that,”

Damn quirk, he thought in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pants. “You gonna let me in?”

“Oh-uh,”you began to stutter, shifting away from the door and opening it up slightly, “sure, yeah!”

He grinned to himself at your adorableness-did you always act this nervous around him? How did he not notice you like him before-it was so obvious to see now when you were fidgeting like that.

He strutted into your room, a new found confidence in him as he shut the door of the room for you, practically trapping you in with him. A mischievous smirk graced his lips, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Don’t want anyone overhearing by accident cause you cant close a door right,”

You groaned in embarrassment.

Welp-he knew.

You gave him a small look, your eyes doe -like and scrunched up in uneasiness.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked timidly.

Bakugo scoffed, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“All of it, Jitterbug,”

You groaned yet again, plopping your body onto the bed in embarrassment.

How could this happen?! He was right-you should have closed the door! You covered your face with your hands, your fingers trailing against your forehead and your hair.

“God I’m so sorry, I probably sounded like a creep, I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to apologize and explain yourself, your cheeks a cherry red.

“Do you like me?” He interrupted you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You looked up timidly-god, was he always this intimidating?

He was standing right in front you, his overwhelming stature making you feel so small and overpowered. He was wearing this strange smirk, as if he was enjoying interrogating you.

That usually wasn’t a Bakugo thing to do, to smirk like that, but damn, was it kinda-hot. You could really only focus on that, on the way his lips curled up so softly like he was happy about something but trying to repress it. It was warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but feel some of your awkwardness melt away.

“How would you feel if I said ‘yes’?” You tried your best to lighten the mood some what, a nervous smile slipping against your lips.

Bakugo knelt down, his body so much more closer to you. His hands went on each side of your legs, his thumbs just brushing your outer thigh. He caged you in to the bed with his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

Well shit.

You felt the blood rush to your face, your ears pounding-you never knew he felt this warm so close, and god-did he really smell like salted caramel? His vermillion eyes were boaring to yours, sending your senses into over drive.

“And how would it feel if I said ‘yes’?” He turned your words against you, his voice husky and deep form being so close.

You squirmed from nerves, your hands going to play with your hair. It was so strange being so close to him, and you didn’t know what to do.

You looked so cute flustered like this-Bakugo internally tried to remember this perfectly, mentally writing down your adorable mannerisms and facial expression to memory. As much as he loved this, you were taking too long for a reply, and he was getting a little annoyed.

“What was that? I’m still waiting,” he asked gruffly, his voice low and sultry.

You gulped, feeling a pang in your heart from hearing that type of voice come from him. Directed to you.

“I-Uh-yes, I-I do, I've liked you for a while now,” you revealed, your cheeks practically tomato red.

He smirked at your expression, slowly lifting his body with off the weight.

You looked up in confusion, already feeling cold without his warm body so close to yours.

“Good,” he replied, his voice prideful, “cause I feel the same way.”

“You do!” You practically shouted, your eyes wide with shock.

The Bakugo-“liked you” liked you? You could practically scream with happiness.

“Well yeah dumbass, why would I say that if I didn’t?” He chuckled slightly, his bright red eyes still drinking you in.

Now his nerves were coming out again, a heaviness feeling his stomach as he realized what he had to do now.

“I-I’m not good at this shit, but-

“Wanna go out tomorrow?”

You were practically screaming like a little girl internally. This was happening? Was this all just a cruel dream?

Only one way to figure out if this was real or not.

You stood up from the bed, bringing yourself close to the hot head.

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be embarrased-he was getting too comfortable being the one to make you nervous. He forgot how you could make him so flustered, your warm smile and pretty eyes making his heart thump painfully and his mind go into a panicked standstill.

Your hands shakily wrapped around his neck, slow to see how he would react.

God, you had thought about touching his hair for so long now, it was even better than you imagined-soft and fluffy like a cloud, you ran your hands through the spiky locks. The faint smell of caramel wafted into your nose agaun, making you feel nervous and calm at the same time.

He was slightly rigid, staring at you with shocked eyes-but he seemed to not mind this. You smiled softly, your heart thumping-it was now or never.

You slowly got on your toes and leaned yourself into his lips, surprised how warm they felt. At first he didn’t move, which scared you-but he eventually began to move against your lips, a little rough but still pleasant. A flood of warmth filled your body, your hands relaxing against his body. You felt his arms wrap around your body, his lips now taking the lead and guiding you into him.

You couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect and surreal it was.

But you remembered-sadly- breathing was a thing, your lungs burning as you both reluctantly pulled away.

You thanked your aunt for her loud mouth in your blissful daze, because without her, you wouldn’t be kissing your crush now.

You smiled at the blonde, his cheeks dusted with red and his eyes drinking you in.

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

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skieswords · 3 years

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Pull Through Part 5

Please make sure you read the warnings in part 1❤️

"Fuck. Wake up boys, we're late." Becca's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Alex's voice, and the first thing she noticed was the warm chest her cheek was resting on, and the hand pressed against the small of her back. Luke groaned, and opened his eyes, looking down to see a mess of curls lying on top of him, and feeling Becca's t-shirt in his hand. She was on top of him, her blue eyes looking up at him in surprise. "Uh, morning." Luke grinned as Becca buried her face in his chest again, groaning into his t-shirt. They looked to their left and found Reggie staring at them, his hair sticking up in all directions. "Did you

two...?" He pointed between them, eyes wide. Becca's jaw dropped in horror, and she jumped off Luke, accidentally kneeing him in the stomach. He groaned and buried his face in a cushion, hiding the furious blush spreading up his neck, while Becca smiled apologetically and ran a hand through her hair. "No, we didn't. Gross." Alex came in, car keys in hand, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. "Morning Bex. Luke, a word?" He shot a glare at Luke, who was now sat up on the sofa, rubbing his temples gently. He held his hands up towards Alex, and shuffled through to the bathroom, pulling his shoes on as he hopped. "Bex. Car. Now." Alex was pissed, and Becca sighed as she laced her converse, looking over her outfit. "I need to get changed. I have clothes in the l-" She was interrupted by Reggie dropping a bag on the floor from the loft, a collection of Becca's clothes from over the years. "Loft. Thanks Reg." She knelt down and started raking through the clothes, blinking desperately to keep herself awake. A few moments later, she'd yanked an old band t-shirt over her head, and tossed her curls into a messy ponytail, and was now trying to pull her shorts down in the mirror, groaning when they didn't budge. "I'm going to get dress-coded. Alex can I just skip?" Alex laughed from behind her and tugged her ponytail gently, crossing his arms as he leant against the wall. "Mom and dad are already going to kill me for having you out all night, the least I can do is force you to go to school." She stuck her tongue out at him, and gave up, hoping the tights would be enough the satisfy Ms Carlisle. The bathroom door opened, and Luke emerged looking slightly more awake than he had when they first woke up. He made eye contact with Becca and cleared his throat, glancing at Alex as she blushed and ran into the bathroom. "Seriously dude? The literal minute she turns 16 and you're after her." Luke shook his head and snorted. "Not a chance. You know how we see her. Little sister, all the way." He looked into Alex eyes, hoping his best friend bought it. They'd known since they were 12, Becca was totally off limits to the boys. Something about not wanting his little sister mixed up with rockstars- although he had a feeling that wasn't the actual reason. Becca listened to their exchange through the bathroom door, sadness clouding her eyes. She'd hoped that after last night, with Luke telling her all that stuff about being on stage, that they might have grown closer. She'd fancied the boy since she was 13- and over the last year, having shared a lot of laughs during rehearsals, she'd developed a full blown crush. But he clearly didn't feel the same.

"Bex! Where were you last night? I tried calling but your mom picked up, said you were studying..." Becca nodded slowly, realising that must have been the lie Alex spun to her parents. "Yeah, I had a ton of math work to catch up on." This was feasible. The entire class knew about Becca's turbulent relationship with the math department. Ray nodded and leaned up against the locker next to hers, taking in her appearance. "You're gonna get in so much trouble for that- Ms C is in an evil mood." Becca groaned and slammed her head against her locker door, shoving a textbook into her bag as she turned to face Ray. "I'll just avoid her. It'll be fine." He grinned and reached into his bag, holding out a messily wrapped box. "Happy birthday." She couldn't help but smile back at him, rolling her eyes and reaching out to take the box. "Thank you. You shouldn't have though, I told you I don't like my birthday." He shrugged and watched with eager eyes as she tore off the paper, opening her locker to throw it in as it fell. "No you didn't. Ray!" She threw her arms around his neck, the box pressed between them. "I noticed your wheels were looking kinda wonky the other day, so. Here you go. Can you come tonight? I'll put them on for you." Becca smiled at him and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Yeah, yeah I think so. Thank you, Ray." He'd gotten her a set of new wheels for her skateboard, which she desperately needed. A blowout with her dad a few weeks back had resulted in him tossing her board out the 3rd floor window, and had sent the front wheel off to the left, and she hadn't been able to fix it. Ray was a genius with boards, and had the most gorgeous hand painted designs. She slipped the wheels carefully into her bag and linked arms with him, letting him walk her to english. Luke watched the entire display from across the hall, his hand resting on the small box in his locker. It was stupid, just a little gift- but he thought she'd like it. It could wait, he decided, and he pushed his locker door shut a little too harshly, causing a loud clatter to echo through the hall. He swung his guitar case over his shoulder and headed for the music rooms, passing off on the AP english class he had with Becca. He couldn't watch her with that guy any longer.

The end of the day took it's time, but as soon as the bell went, Becca was out of her class and in her locker, desperate to get home. "Hey Mercer, you looked good last night." Becca looked up, surprised to find Will Thomas, star quarterback, smirking down at her. "Oh, hey Will. Thanks, I didn't know you were there?" He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. It was similar to the move Luke frequently pulled, but Becca didn't find the action as endearing when Will did it. "Uh, I should get going." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her back. "I'm having a party this weekend. You should come." Becca looked at him in shock, her eyes wide, flicking down to the tight grip he held on her. "Oh, really? I'll see what I'm doing." He nodded at her, letting his eyes rake over her body unapologetically as she walked away, her right hand rubbing the wrist he'd held. Luke watched the interaction, once again from across the hall. Having lockers opposite each other wasn't the ideal situation he had originally imagined it to be. Slamming his locker door shut again, he followed her out the doors, face thunderous and hands thrust deep in his pockets. Becca was already at the car, complaining about something to Alex. "Why can't you just drop me off on the way home? I'll get food later." Alex rolled his eyes and gave her a push into the car, opening the trunk for Luke's guitar. "It's your birthday, mom and dad want to see you." Becca huffed and crossed her arms around her knees. She brightened slightly as Luke approached the car, but sank into her seat when she noticed his expression. Apparently everyone was having a bad day today. "What's up with your face?" Luke shrugged and leaned against the side of the car, avoiding having to sit next to Becca, instead waiting for Reggie to come out. "Teachers on my ass about work, that's all." Becca frowned; Luke never did work, and never cared when he was chased up for it. "What we doing this weekend? We don't have anything booked, do we?" Alex shook his head, dumping his jacket in the back and sighing as the californian sun once again defied all odds, and appeared just as they were hitting December. "Nothing booked, think we were just going to hang out at the studio." Luke nodded, risking a glance towards Becca, who appeared to be examining her ripped tights in great detail. Luke frowned as he noticed the large tear in the material- they'd been fine that morning. Reggie arrived at the car, grumbling about his government teacher, who'd told him he'd have to drop if he didn't buck up. "At least you actually go to class. Luke skipped english this morning." At the mention of his name, Luke's head snapped up, his eyes slightly brighter. She'd noticed his absence. "Where'd you go?" Luke shrugged and pushed the seat back as Reggie clambered in, dropping into the front seat. "Didn't feel like class." Becca rolled her eyes and leaned over Alex's seat, activating her most pleading puppy dog eyes, and resting her chin on his shoulder. "How come he gets to skip class? He's behind already, and I'm acing english." Alex chuckled and shoved her back into her seat. "Luke's older than you, and exactly. You're acing it because you go." Becca scowled and leaned on Reggie, reading the various scribbles running up his arms. Looked like he had a lot of homework. "How do you guys fancy a party this weekend? Heard Thomas is having one." Becca looked up as Luke began to speak, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Reggie frowned. "I thought you hated him? Said something about him being a-" Luke glared at Reggie in the mirror, sticking his lower lip out in such a childish way that Becca couldn't help her grin. "It's something to do. Bex got invited." Becca leaned over and punched him in the arm, scowling and glancing at Alex nervously. "Yeah as if she's going. You know what he's like." Becca groaned from the back seat and kicked Alex's chair, making him jump. "I can do what I want." All three of the boys laughed at the same time, and Alex started to drive off. Becca slumped in her seat and stared out the window. Sometimes having 3 older brothers wasn't ideal.

"Happy birthday darling!" Becca blinked in the sudden brightness as she walked into the kitchen, and found her mom standing beside the kitchen table, beside a birthday cake and a bunch of balloons. "Thanks mom." Julia smiled and pulled Becca into a hug, kissing her head and squeezing her tightly. "I have a shift later on tonight, but I thought we could have dinner together? And then Alex will take you over to Reggie's to study, but I want you to come home tonight, please." Becca nodded absentmindedly, sticking a finger into the icing on her cake. It was vanilla. "Is dad coming home?" Julia shook her head with a smile, and Becca noticed that her shoulders seemed more relaxed, and her hair hung around her face, a rare sight for the usually up tight Julia Mercer. "I got you something. It's on your bed." Becca grinned and hugged her mom one more time, before running out and up the stairs, nearly knocking Alex over in the process. "Woah, what's got you in such a rush?" Becca shrugged and kept running, barging through her door and squealing delightedly. Alex came racing in behind her, afraid that she'd gotten hurt. Becca was unwrapping a small parcel on her bed, not caring about the muddy soles of her converse. "No way." She held up a shoebox, laughing lightly to herself. "Vans? I'm trying to work out if this is some type of sick joke, or if she just asked around to see what kind of shoes skaters wear. Do you think this means she'll let me go?" Alex shrugged and smiled at the expression his little sister wore. She knew she'd have to wear them, so she wouldn't hurt their mom's feelings. But she also knew wearing them to the studio would mean getting ridiculed by Luke. "Fuck it. Are you eating with us?" Alex sighed and gave her a gentle smack round the back of the head, kneeling down to tie her laces. "Depends." Becca fell silent, and he felt her eyes on him. "He's not coming." Alex looked up and met her eyes, watching the grin slowly spread across her face. "Then of course I am. I'm not missing out on birthday cake." She cheered and jumped off the bed, waiting for him to stand up before throwing herself at his back and wrapping her legs around his waist. He hooked his arms through her knees and started to carry her down the stairs, stopping on the landing. "Not a word about last night. I want to speak to you about it in the car anyway, so keep your mouth zipped." Becca nodded and rested her chin on his shoulder. This was shaping up to be her favourite birthday yet. Cake, her mom, and her brother, with the promise of a trip to the skate park and a visit to the boys as well. Not to mention she got to wake up on top of Luke Patterson. Not that that's important or meant anything to her in the slightest, she reminded herself.

Skateboard in hand and new vans on, Becca headed out to Alex's car, happier than she'd felt in weeks. Even though he'd said no to the skatepark, Alex had said she could take her board and practice tricks in Reggie's backyard, as long as she was careful and didn't damage any plantpots. "So. About last night." Becca fidgeted in her seat, not sure where this was going. Was it about the performance? Or the drugs? Or Luke? It could be any number of things, none of them particularly high on her list of preffered car conversation topics. "When were you gonna tell me you could play like that?" Becca let out a sigh of relief. Definitely the least dangerous topic. "Uh, I didn't really know I could play like that myself, to be fair." Alex raised his eyebrows at her, and pulled out of the driveway. "I taught myself a little, and I spoke to some of the music teachers at school- they helped. But I dunno, I just really enjoyed it. Luke worked out I could play by himself, he found some stuff I'd written and forced me to tell him." Alex pursed his lips, and his eyes hardened. "Mmm. That's another thing. Luke." Becca groaned internally- she'd hoped to avoid this one. "What do you mean?" Alex shot her a look of pure disbelief, and she threw her head back against the seat. "Nothing, Alex. I promise. We came in late from the garden last night, and he was gonna sleep on the floor. I felt mean so told him to share the couch." Alex looked at her intently as they reached a red light, before shrugging and continuing the drive in silence. Becca watched out the window as the houses flew by, sighing wistfully as they passed the turnoff for the skatepark.

Luke watched as Reggie nearly fell over the railing in the loft for the fourth time, rolling his eyes and collapsing onto the couch. Alex had said they'd be there around 7, and had warned they better be ready or he'd be pissed. Luke jumped up as he heard a car pull into the driveway, sharing a look with Reggie, who was still sitting on the banister. The familiar roll of Becca's skateboard could be heard on the crazy paving , alongside the jingling of Alex's car keys, and then a scuffle and a screech, as Becca tripped. Eventually, the Mercer siblings appeared at the door, Becca's skateboard tucked under her arm, and Alex trying his hardest to suppress a grin. "Oh my god. Guys!" Becca's hands flew to her mouth as she took in the garage. The boys had spent the last few hours stringing fairy lights across the ceiling, and a painted banner hung across the rafters reading 'Happy Birthday Bex!' in Reggie's handwriting, thankfully. Reggie pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair. "It's the least we could do." Alex pushed her into the studio, and towards the coffee table, where a messily iced cake sat, chocolate frosting layered thickly over the entire cake. Becca smiled to herself, a warm feeling spreading across her chest as it hit her that the boys remembered her favourite. "Did you make this?" She glanced at Luke suspiciously, who held his hands up and rolled his eyes at her. "Reggie's mom made it- but I iced it." She grinned and pulled him into a hug, letting her head rest on his chest as she breathed in his musky scent of cheap aftershave, and something distinctly boyish. "It's awesome. Thank you." Luke wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, resisting the urge to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a moment longer than was strictly necessary, until a look from Alex caught Luke's attention, and he jumped away, clearing his throat. "Where's Bobby?" Reggie shrugged and flopped onto the couch, watching Luke with a slight grin. The dark haired guitarist was walking around the back of the studio, scuffing the toes of his vans against the floor, as he watched Becca out the corner of his eye. The tension between them could literally be cut with a knife, but they still chose to ignore it. Even Alex had commented on it before, much to his own disgust. The idea of his baby sister dating anybody genuinely terrified him- and he knew what a flirt Luke could be. But as the drummer and bassist of Sunset Curve watched the two from opposite corners of the room, the only thought going through their minds was 'how long now.' The pair had been dancing around each other for years now. Luke had even taken Becca to her freshman, and her sophomore homecoming, with it now being an ongoing joke between them. Becca couldn't dance in the slightest. In fact, at both dances, they'd had to take a break so that Luke could ice his foot. He'd asked her by coincidence in freshman year because she'd been crying in the hallway after school, after a group of sophomores had teased her for going alone. By sophomore year, him and Alex were good friends, and they decided to do it as a joke. Junior homecoming was coming up, and he wasn't sure whether to ask her or not. He wanted to, but now that they were both aware there was something more there... it might be weird. Not to mention Alex would insist on being there with them. "We're not exactly speaking to him right now." Becca nodded at Alex's words, and let a hand drift up to stroke the edge of the banner strung up in the rafters.

"I got you something." Becca looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Luke's eyes boring into her own, a hint of worry floating in them. She smiled at him and tilted her head to the side slightly, swaying from left to right gently. "You shouldn't have. Thank you, though." Luke nodded and reached into his jacket pocket, handing over a small box wrapped in brown paper. "Meant to say earlier, nice kicks." He bumped the the worn toe of his vans against the fresh white of hers, smiling as she took the box from him with a brief eye roll. Becca felt her cheeks warming up as she stroked her thumb over her name, scrawled on top of the package in barely legible handwriting. She met his eyes again, and after an encouraging nod from Luke, tore the paper, and opened the box. She stared at the gift in silence, silently grateful that he couldn't see her expression. A guitar string lay coiled inside, resting on tissue paper. It had been cut, just about the right size to fit around her wrist. There was a charm hanging off it, three silver icons that made Becca's breath catch in her throat. A minature electric guitar, a pair of drumsticks, and a bass guitar. Her boys. A slight cough from Luke made her glance up at him, to find his cheeks on fire, and his lip in between his teeth. "It's not much- I saw the charms and thought of you, and I restrung my six string last week so I thought it would be cool, I get it if you don't wanna wear it of course, it's stupid-" He was cut off by Becca's arms being thrown around his neck, catching her in surprise and holding her tightly, feeling a smile spread across his face. "I love it, Luke. Thank you." They stepped apart, and Becca handed him the bracelet, holding out her wrist. "Can you?" He nodded and fiddled with the clasp, clipping it around her wrist. It fit perfectly. He didn't let go of her wrist, his thumb stroking over her hand as he admired the bracelet. It was pretty neat, if he said so himself. Alex watched their interaction from his spot on the couch, groaning internally. He knew it would only be so long until the two of them got over themselves, and the thought terrified him. He didn't want Becca getting hurt, and he knew Luke had a bit of a reputation. It was clear they liked each other- to everyone apart from them, apparently. Luke's attempt to lie to him that morning had been quite pathetic, even for him.

Bobby showed up not long after Becca and Alex had arrived, but he avoided giving her a hug, after multiple glares from Luke, who hadn't left her side all evening. The boys were rather cold towards him- they weren't happy he'd bailed on them for the gig. "Did you get on alright without me though? It didn't make a huge difference to the set, did it?" None of the boys got the chance to answer- Becca snorted loudly, and clapped her hands. "Ha, no of course not. They had me instead." Bobby raised his eyebrows, and looked her up and down appreciatively. "Woah, so you play too? Nothing like a girl who's good with her hands." He winked at her, and she gagged, while Alex punched his arm, and Luke clenched his fists. "In your dreams, Robert." Reggie grinned at Becca and fist-bumped her, handing her another cup of juice. Luke sighed and settled back onto his couch, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head, telling him to floor Bobby. That wouldn't be the best way to end Becca's birthday. They sat there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company, until Alex looked at the clock and swore quietly. "It's getting late Bex, we should head soon." Becca glanced at the clock and frowned. It was only just after 8pm. She met Alex's eyes, but the slight frown on his face explained everything. "Right. Let's go."

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Leonardo- Oneshot (TMNT 2014/2016)

Sneaking into the lair that afternoon probably wasn't the best idea. You knew the boys would be there. But usually they were preoccupied, so you figured you could sneak in and grab a pack of frozen peas from the fridge. As you were inching past the main area, you jumped when a body landed in front of you.

The noise caught Mikey's attention from across the room and you winced. You looked up at the red clad turtle giving an awkward wave. "H-Hey there Raph how's it going." He just offered a smirk, crossing his arms. "Ya got into another fight didn't ya." you sighed, pulling down your hoodie from over your head. Leo walked in at that moment, and when he saw the bruise on your face, he went into protective mood almost immediately.

"What happened, are you okay?" Mikey jumped from behind the couch, laughing. "Aww man they got you good, How many were there this time?" you grinned. "Three guys and they were pretty big. I knocked down two of them, but the last one got a lucky shot before I socked him." you raise your bruised knuckles boastfully, and Mikey raised his hand to give you a high five. "Heck yeah!" Leo sent a disapproving look to his brother. "I mean bad (Y/N). Bad." you giggled at Mikey's attempt, he was still showing you a thumbs up when Leo turned his back.

"We have to get that cleaned up before it gets infected." Leo spoke sternly. You just followed reluctantly. You learned not to oppose Leo because he'd just keep pestering you. On his way, he stopped by the small fridge, grabbing an ice pack. You tried your best not to stare as he walked. Something about the way that Leo carried himself always drew you in. Those big broad shoulders, strong arms.

"Nice ass.."

"Hmm, did you say something?" you glanced at him in shock. "N-No! I-I was just thinking out loud don't mind me." you started laughing, and a smile rose on Leo's lips despite noticing how you were fidgeting awkwardly. If he decided to bend over at any point you would definitely pass out. He stepped into his room, and you entered, taking a seat on his bed. He was shuffling through the drawer. When he got the items he was searching for, he sat down next to you.

His eyes were scanning your injury. It was kind of nice, having his attention on you. Sometimes you wondered about the real reason behind your need to get into fights. Maybe it's because you knew he'd always take care of you. He ripped open a small alcoholic pad, raising it to your forehead. "This might sting a little." He warned. You nod, and he pressed it lightly to you. You closed your eyes in response, brows knitting slightly. He dabbed it a few times, cleaning the area. When he was finished, he blew on it lightly.

You flushed at that. Keeping your eyes closed. If you opened them at that point, you were sure he'd figure out exactly what his small actions did to you. Getting a small bandage, he covered the bruise, smiling. "That's much better." you finally opened your eyes, thankful that he was no longer right next to your face. You could maintain some composure at this distance. His focus moved to your slightly bloodied knuckles. He took your hands softly, and you assumed he'd start applying the alcohol. But he just stared at them for a while. It made you feel a bit guilty, the worry he showed.

"I really wish you wouldn't get into these fights. I'm scared one day you may get into more than you can handle. " you looked away, sort of disappointed in yourself. Ever since you entered high school, fighting felt like your second nature. You didn't have the best temper, and if it was one thing you hated it was bullies. At the beginning you made it clear to, so after you kicked the ass of the sorry sap who thought your quietness meant you were some kind of softie.

After that you sometimes went out of your way to help some of the other kids who weren't as strong at standing up for themselves. You guess it was the turtle's influence. They fought for people every single day, so why couldn't you. It wasn't like you couldn't handle yourself either. It's just, it wasn't always a fair fight. And you weren't the type of person to back down. Three against one. No problem. Which landed you right where you were at this very moment. "I'm sorry Leo." you really were. "I know it's irresponsible. It's kinda why I came here. If my mom sees me like this again she's gonna lose it." you clenched your fists, and Leo caught the action.

"I just really hate it when I see other people getting taken advantage of. W-When I..when I was in middle school, kids pushed me around everyday. One of them broke three of my ribs." Leo froze, he had no idea. You never told him that before.

"My mom she.." you smiled recalling the memory. "She barged in there and almost got in a fist fight with the principal because he claimed there was nothing he could do, kids played rough. " you took another breath, still not ready to look at Leo. "Even though she gets on my ass sometimes, she always taught me it was wrong to stand by and watch other people get hurt. I spent so many days hoping someone would help me, but no one did. How am I better than the bullies if I watch someone else go through the same thing. " you finally raised your head, and the admiration on Leo's eyes made you swallow nervously.

"I think it's amazing that you're willing to do so much for people you don't even know." giggling a bit, you averted your eyes. "I-I mean I think it would help if I was a ninja turtle though." you joked. You just needed to do something to calm yourself down. When Leo's hand touched your cheek, you finally looked directly at him.

"I really admire what you're trying to do (Y/N). I just wish you didn't have to get hurt in the process."

Leo really knew what to say to make you blush.

"I-I'll be more careful from now on." It wasn't a promise that you would avoid fighting, but he supposed it was a start. Leo smiled. "I'll hold you to that." Looks like you'd have to become a model student, at least for now. Leo looked content, and he started back prepping your hands, cleaning and wrapping your hands quite efficiently. When he was finished, you flexed your hands with a smile. "Thanks Leo! You really are good at this. But I guess with all the times you've helped me you must have become a pro now." He chuckled.

"Between you and Raph, I'm basically a full time doctor." He was gathering the pieces of bloody cotton and bandage strips to toss into the trash. You just watched him, and when he turned, he caught your stare. "Are you alright, does it hurt somewhere else?" He moved back to the bed, checking to see if maybe he missed a bruise, or any injury in general.

You were fine. You'd gotten used to pain a long time ago, so you barely felt much but numbness from the bruises. You're heart however, that's the thing that was having a little issue now. And the reason was the blue clad turtle right in front of you. "Leo, since I'm gonna be steering clear of fights for a while, I'll need a new way to burn calories." he raised an eyebrow. "Well, I can show you a few things to help you, is there something in particular you had in mind?"

"I do.." you whisper. For a second, your eyes land on his lips. It takes him awhile to get what you're suggesting. When he does, you can tell he's painfully flustered. His eyes dart to you in surprise, and when he speaks, his voice is a little higher than before. "A-Are you-" he clears his throat in an attempt to regain his casual tone. This time your tongue swipes your bottom lip, and he gulps. When you shift closer, he's forgotten that it's important to breathe. He can't seem to get his breath. You're getting closer, and with the fluttering of your eyelashes, he's already gone. Your lips meet, and Leo groans at the back of his throat.

You smile against his lips, grateful that you haven't misread all the signs so far. You push forward slightly to deepen the kiss, and you're stunned when Leo retaliates, pressing you into the bed. He pins both your hands above your head, and you're thinking you love this side of him. It's not what you expected, but in no way are you complaining.

He takes full control, exploring your mouth. It's a breathtaking experience, literally. When you let out a soft moan, Leo's releases your wrists quickly, looking down at you a bit frantically. "A-Am I hurting you?" He's a bit breathless, and you give a pleased smile.

"Not at all, it feels good Leo.." your sultry tone makes his eyes darken. When he leans forward this time, his lips hover over your ear, and he presses a kiss just below. With a blissful sigh, you're one hundred percent sure you won't last. "Is that right?" you nod, "Really good.." you mutter. He's the one smiling now. With a soft kiss to your lips, he can't help but think he's a little glad you're a bit of a troublemaker.

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poppingtoi · 3 years

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Um... Wrong number? - Stray Kids Kim Seungmin

Why?: I'm feeling soft for him lately and there's no specific reason.

Summary: You and Seungmin are the densest people known to man and even when Jeongin has to take action it's a slip from him that gets you two together.

You had been crushing on Seungmin for as long as you could remember. All of your friends knew... heck, even some of his friends could tell and they liked to laugh whenever you two interacted.

Because you were so awkward around him. Yet people couldn't really blame you, he was kinda popular and most people thought of the cute boy as an unapproachable kid.

It was pretty unexpected when one of his friends suddenly approached your table at lunch time. At least you knew that even when they found the situation funny they would never make fun of you. You weren't worried but just really surprised, you didn't talk to Seungmin but you talked even less with his friends.

-Hi, I don't know if you remember me, I'm Jeongin. - he gave you a cute dimpled smile.

-Of course I remember you! You've been going out with my roommate, right? - you only had seen him a couple times but he was in an interesting relationship with your friend.

-We've been hanging out, we're not dating... Wait, did she say something about it? - his smile grew a little wider as his cheeks flushed a bright red. - Wait, no! I was going to ask you if you seriously haven't realized Seungmin's crushing on you.

-What? - your smile dropped and your hands started shaking a little.

-Yes! I knew I was right! You're just really dense! - he excitedly started jumping up and down and stretched his arms in front of you without touching you.

-What are you talking about, Mr. Yang? - you nervously grabbed his shoulders to stop his movements.

-He's been stressing out so much! He thought you 100% didn't like him back. He said you ignored his flirty attempts all the time. - he started laughing softly as he placed his hands on top of your arms. - But I was there! I knew that wasn't it! Don't say anything, there's a chance and I'm gonna make sure my friend grabs onto it, you just wait. - he pointed at you getting closer when someone called him over.

-Yah! Jeongin! I thought you were going to wait for me?! - Seungmin came from behind you and pushed the younger boy while getting both of them further from you.

-I was waiting for you! Oh, and... Hey! I'll talk to you later! - Jeongin smiled at you once last time as Seungmin rolled his eyes and pulled the boy in the opposite direction.

Throughout the following week you received constant texts from Jeongin pointing out small things Seungmin did whenever you two were together. You constantly tried to make it seem like coincidences.

Oh, please! He HATES that coffee shop and it's in the opposite end of the town.

Yeah, he got everyone an ice-cream but why is yours your favorite and mine a bacon flavored one when he claims I'm his best friend?

He literally pushed his project partner away when you walked in and no one was even sitting by him???

Oh, yeah, he says I'm the cutest and pays for my whole order and only mine whenever we all go out and it's not suspicious at all too, we're the same to him 🙄

Yeah, that screenshot only shows that he's protective of you because he only sees you as part of the family, because he has actual reasons to not want me close to you and tell me that ¬-¬

A part of you insisted on those gestures being caused by the fact that you were just spending more time together because of Jeongin and his theories. But another small part of you was fluttered and actually thought there was a good chance he felt the same way, so you started flirting back.

But that only made you think of the possibility of this being not serious flirting, maybe you were close enough to be that confortable. Felix was really cuddly with all of his friends and that didn't mean anything.

So one day, long after that, when you were all friends and you kind of had forgotten about those intense times, you were about to take a shower in the afternoon when you received a text full of cute emojis from an exited Jeongin. He said something important was going to happen and you thought you were going out to watch the newest action movie so you decided to hurry up in the shower.

Your phone buzzed on your desk as you made your way back to your room. You grabbed it while drying your hair with the towel and your eyes grew wide at the sight of Seungmin's name on the screen.

The corners of your lips went up along with your blood and aside from the blushing and smiling mess you became you could hear you heart thumping loudly in your chest. The butterflies went from your stomach to the rest of your body while you wondered what he was going to say.

-Oh, fu-! - you didn't even get to hear him curse as he quickly ended the call.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what was all that about? You decided to call again, maybe he pressed the wrong button or something, but you just wanted to talk to him.

You got no response for a while, and just when you were about to hang up someone answered your call. Still, all you could hear was shuffling around and the phone constantly moving. Until soft whispers made their ways to your ears when someone turned on the speaker.

-Just take your phone. - Jeongin sounded tired and exasperated.

-No way, I can't hang up again. - Seungmin was clearly further from the phone but close enough for you to hear if you paid attention.

-Then just talk to her.

-What am I supposed to say?

-Well, you said you'd confess today?

-I wasn't on my right mind. - he was getting louder and it honestly was so fun.

-She's just that dense, you gotta do this.

-Nuh-uh. I refuse to get rejected in front of you.

You tripped with your couch from how nervous you were and you could tell they heard it since you were on speaker. So you immediately started talking.

-Hey, you're on speaker now... Why did you call me? You know, just a few minutes ago. - You could feel tingles all over your body but you managed to sound pretty normal.

-He was most definitely not staring at your profile picture when Hyunjin teased him! He didn't jump, scared, and press call! - Jeongin screamed and laughed as soon as Seungmin took the phone and turned off the speaker.

-Shut up! - you could hear him hitting the younger one. - I... I wanted to... Meet you at the park because there's no way I'm confessing like this even if you heard.

-Okay, that's fine. I'll be there in 10. Spoiler alert, tho: you ain't getting rejected.

#skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz seungmin #stray kids

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211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way.

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches.

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided that the accent is actually a ploy to make her sound welcoming for her pray before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one. All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed.

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother.

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted.

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell.

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.”

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously.

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off. “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces.

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest.

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed.

#Percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #bellonnabelle #thanks so much my love #ily #i wrote this too quick and it's probs crap #i just got so excited i finally had an idea for something for the first time in a bit #SPILT INK

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Last Summer- part three: home sweet home

A/n: sorry this took so long my life is hectic rn. anyways i think this is the last part- maybe there will be an epilogue? pls enjoy and as always send in any requests or messages you have :) <3

warnings: fluff and big time smut

summary: peter finally works up the courage to ask y/n out. time jump to college and peter and y/n get nostalgic and hang out in y/n’s old room at the tower. Poor Steve sees some things he did not want to see.

“Pete”

“Mmhmm?” He lazily mumbled, still trying to kiss you.

“I think- um - we should uh go to uh the beach now.” You breathed through your words, struggling to talk since he was attacking your neck with kisses, finding your sweet spot.

He broke away, staring up at you with a guilty look. “Oh yeah, good idea. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry just- I think we got caught up in the moment. Um, let’s get ready.” You didn’t want the first time you admitted your feelings to Peter to be the first time you hooked up with him. What kind of signal would that send?

Peter nodded and grabbed two sweatshirts, handing one to you.

“I know you were gonna ask for one anyways.”

“Thanks,” You said cautiously, noticing that the mood had definitely shifted. You took the hoodie and threw it on, getting ready for the most awkward walk of your life.

When you and Peter got to the beach, everyone was already there. The sun was setting and the breeze was cold. Normally you would make an excuse to look at Peter, he always looked so beautiful at sunset, but now was not the time.

“Y/n!” Flash called. “Why the hell is it so cold? I thought we were swimming!”

“You don’t swim on a beach in San Francisco at 9 pm. It’s never hotter than like 76 degrees here.” You laughed at the sight of all of your friends in swimsuits when it was 60 degrees out.

“But it’s California!” He whined.

“Yea, Northern California dumbass.” You snapped back.

“Whatever, I’m swimming anyways.” MJ shrugged and turned around to walk into the water.

Brad hesitated at first but followed MJ, scooping her up as he ran full speed into the water. Ned and Betty followed, holding hands and playfully splashing water at each other. Flash took this an excuse to pretend like he was drowning, or dying from hypothermia or something so that Spiderman would come save him. You and Peter giggled while you watched your dumb friends jump into freezing cold water.

“Guess we can’t follow them, huh?” You joked to Peter.

“Yeah too bad we didn’t bring suits,” He joked back.

All of a sudden you two were alone again. It felt like the universe was doing this on purpose, any excuse for you two to be alone and it just happened. An awkward silence fell over you two, normally any silence was never awkward, since you were just so comfortable with each other. But now it was awkward, you hadn’t talked about what happened before yet you both wanted to, it was like unspoken secret you both knew.

“Y/n?” Peter began to talk but you interrupted him

“Peter? Oh sorry.”

“No you go.” He said with a sweet boyish charm.

“Okay, I just- I really liked what happened earlier. I just stopped it from happening because I don’t want this thing to begin that way.”

“This thing?” Peter blushed, already knowing what you were talking about

“Oh god- okay um. This isn’t how I wanted it to happen but um- I don’t know, I really like spending time with you. You’re my best friend and you’re really sweet and funny and cute, and I just really like being with you.” You rambled. Everything was coming out- not all of it made total sense but you were like a car with no breaks. “And earlier- kissing you felt so natural and it was all I’ve ever wanted to do for so long.”

Peter couldn’t hold his smile back. The way you were nervously rambling, the way you opened yourself up to him, pretty much everything about you gave him butterflies. He never wanted to stop looking at you, or holding you, or kissing you.

Everything Peter wanted to say filled his mind until it all became scrambled and he couldn’t figure out what to say. One thought was looming in his mind, one thought that he couldn’t get out of his head.

‘Will you go out with me?” He blurted out, probably not the most appropriate reaction to your confession of love.

You smiled at the awkward boy in front of you. “Of course I will Peter Parker.” You blushed as he leaned down to kiss you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“What’s going on here?” Brad walked up to you two making out.

You broke away from the kiss smiling up at Peter. “Um, I guess we’re dating now.”

“You guys weren’t already dating?” Flash asked, following behind Brad.

“Wait that wasn’t already a thing?” Brad asked, confused.

“About time, Peter has been such a wimp about it.” Ned giggled.

“Cool, thanks for the support guys.” Peter mumbled.

“Of course we support you! But it kinda feels like this was a long time coming.” Betty said as she held back a chuckle.

You looked back to Peter, gazing into his loving eyes.

He smiled back at you, never taking his eyes off of you. He loved that he officially got to call you his. He loved that this confident, caring, sweet, funny, smart and perfect girl was his.

MJ interrupted your deep, but kind of annoying to your friends, stare. “What are you guys gonna tell Tony?”

“Shit.” You both muttered, your smiles and blushes turned to frowned looks of worry.

It had been almost 3 months since your summer vacation with your friends. You and Peter were still still dating and you were starting at the same college. Of course you felt bad that you never told your dad that you two were dating, but you were moving away, you didn’t want to hurt his heart anymore than you already have.

College was everything you ever dreamed it would be. You had to deal with the snotty and entitled Columbia kids, but otherwise it was perfect. You and Peter hung out almost every night, you made some really cool new friends, and the parties were insane. Tonight your dorm mate refused to go stay somewhere else, so you and Peter decided to sneak into the Tower and hang out.

“My dad won’t be home anyways, don’t worry babe. We’re adults now.”

“Okay,” He said reluctantly.

You and Peter fell asleep, watching TV and eating pizza. It felt like high school again, being in your old room, sneaking around the tower, it was nostalgic. Except now you were dating. You were wrapped in each others arms, and no matter how much you loved being as close as you possibly could be to Peter, it was wildly hot in this room.

You tried to shuffle out of his arms gently so you wouldn’t wake him up. You brushed his arms off of you and sat up on the bed. You were literally drenched with sweat. It was obscure, but the one thing you hated was waking up and being sweaty. That’s why you always kept your windows open at night and never slept in sweatpants. You must have forgotten about all of those things, because here you were about to shower at 2 am. You sat yourself up and wiggled the sweatpants off of you and took off your shirt. All of that commotion woke Peter up, as he groggily rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes to a very peculiar sight, you were sitting there in your underwear looking back at him.

“Oh good morning,” He said with an eyebrow cocked.

“Oh shut up,” You said playfully annoyed. “I got sweaty.”

“Oh really?” He speculated.

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “Really.” You said crossing your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts up.

“You know, now that you say it, I’m getting a little sweaty too.” He chuckled while he took his shirt off. Normally Peter was a shy boy who had the confidence of a loaf of bread, but in times like this he was cocky little shit. And you loved it.

You giggled while he pulled you under him, your back was now on the bed and Peter was hovering over you, his arms on either side of your shoulders. You looked into each others eyes before he lowered himself down, kissing you.

“Peter I’m sweaty!” You laughed while pushing him off, but not trying that hard.

“Yeah me too.” He whispered as he went back to kissing you.

You loved when Peter took charge, his weight now pressing down on you. He let his hands roam to your ass, giving you a squeeze and you whimpered at the sudden pleasure. You flipped him over so you could get a better look at the boy who you loved. His face was glistening with sweat, his curls were perfectly askew, and his torso was as toned as ever. His hands made their way to your bra, unclasping it and tossing it to the side.

He kissed your neck and chest as you grinded against his hips, he was getting hard against you. You moved down to his sweatpants as you slid them down, along with his boxers. You took him into your hand, pumping up and down eventually putting your lips against him.

“Baby girl?” He asked out of breath.

“Mmhm?” You hummed against him.

“Fuck- I- need to be in you.” He said with an urgency that meant he was close.

You moved yourself back up to his hips, and slowly slid down. You’d gotten used to how he felt, so the pace picked up pretty quickly. After a few times of you going up and down he flipped you over and slammed into you. He grabbed your hair, slightly tugging it. You groaned at the pleasure mixed with pain as you grabbed the sheets under you, needing something to grab onto.

“Harder Peter please,” You begged, needing a release.

“Fuck baby-” He groaned, doing what you asked of him.

His pace got quicker, and his grasp that moved down to you hips strengthened. He kissed your neck, for sure leaving a few marks.

“I’m so close princess,” He growled into your ear.

“Me too-” Your moan was interrupted

“Who the FUCK is FUCKING in here- OH JESUS CHRIST” Steve screamed as he slammed your door closed and ran away from the door.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You panicked as you scrambled to put some clothes on.

“That did not just happen.” Peter said breathing heavily as he slipped his pants back on.

You ran out into the hallway to find Natasha laughing her ass off and Steve sitting down with fear in his eyes.

“I- I can’t breathe- oh my god that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” Nat wheezed.

“Nat!” You hissed, embarrassed.

“Young lady,” Steve said standing up. “You and Peter are in big trouble.”

“For what? We’re adults.” You protested. “How are you gonna punish me if I don’t even live here?”

Probably should not have said that.

“I’m telling Tony.” Steve said sternly.

“NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Peter came into the room running with pure panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry Mr. Steve- Mr. Captain - America Rogers - MR. ROGERS.” Peter finally got it right, completely flustered. “Please sir, if Tony finds out what I was doing with his daughter - I - would never be able to see her again!”

“And same with me! Come on Steve.”

He looked at you two with careful thought. “Fine, but you have to tell him that you’re dating- I really hope you are- it’s not good to lie to your parents.”

“Fine.” You gave up and walked back to your room, Peter following you.

“Nope, get back here son. You’ll sleep on the couch.”

Peter looked back at you, but you waved him off. Steve was angry and you were not going to make him even more mad.

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daybreak-academy-fanfic · 4 years

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Daybreak Academy: Chapter 31

The Formal: Fast Slow Disco

Summary: In which the King and Queen of the Spring Formal is crowned. Word Count: 2,946 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

Compared to the heat inside the gym, the cool spring air outside was like a slap to the face. Anora immediately shivered as they walked outside. The water in her plastic cup swished and threatened to spill over at the sudden movement. Ephemer gave her a worried look, but was afraid to touch her.

“Are you too cold now?” he carefully asked. “I can give you my jacket if you want it.”

But Anora shook her head- it only served to worry him more.

The two found a park bench by the gym and decided to sit down. They both took the opposite ends, almost refusing to look at each other. An uncomfortable silence started to fill between them. It hurt even more when they both wanted to say something, but were unsure of what to say in regards to the situation.

“I told you not to fall in love when you saw me all dressed up.” Ephemer finally teased- hoping to break the tension. “Now the gym's going to be too cold when we go back in!”

All Anora could do was give an exasperated shake of her head. He was taking this a lot better than she thought he would. She had enough embarrassment to be red for days. Of course, now that they were out of the heat of the gym, even she could admit that whatever had happened seemed almost silly. Ridiculous, even. Falling in love with your friend during a slow song only happened in movies. Real love took time, and there was still so much that she and Ephemer didn't know about each other. This wasn't real love, it was adrenaline.

Ephemer, on the other hand, was thinking a bit differently on the matter. Sure, he could agree he didn't know much about Anora (in fact, he knew less about her than she knew about him), but he definitely wanted to. Was that love? He wasn't much of an expert in that department; his last commitment lasted three months, and it was not something he liked to talk about. But for Anora…?

With a wistful sigh, the boy started to fondly remark, “Hey Ano-”

“There you two are!”

Both teens blinked in confusion for a moment before turning to the source of the voice. Turns out it was Skuld, with Ventus not far behind her, as the two came over to the bench. Ephemer almost immediately stood up; a small frown on his face as he studied the other two carefully.

“Were you guys looking for us?” he asked once they were close enough.

“You kinda disappeared out of nowhere.” Ven agreed with a small nod of his head.

“Besides,” Skuld added- a small smirk appearing on her face once she glanced at Anora, “Someone has to make sure you don't get suspended for making out on school grounds.”

For a moment, Ephemer raised an eyebrow at his friend before a cheeky grin crossed his lips. “It's too early in our relationship to start making out.” he insisted with a callous flick of his wrist. “Especially not in public- you know how rude that is?”

Skuld snorted. “Right.” she bemused. “Sure, casanova, I know the effect you have on women when you wear a suit.”

“What can I say? It's a gift!”

Anora and Ventus gave each other an equally worried glance. Whatever this line of conversation was, it didn't seem like something you would lightly joke about.

“Either way,” Skuld then said, “Are you two going to come back inside sometime soon? It's getting close to the King and Queen announcement.”

“When are they going to announce the King and Queen?” Ven yawned. He tried to hide it with the back of his hand, but didn't do a very good job at it.

“Tired?” Skuld mused with a half smile.

“Yeah, actually.” the boy agreed. “You know a lot of people- I can't keep up.”

“You talk as if you didn't go hard for the Electric Slide when it came on.”

“I think he did better with the Cupid Shuffle.” Ephemer thoughtfully chimed in. “It looked like you got so into it that you totally forgot that the rest of us existed.”

Ventus nervously chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. “So glad you guys chose to forget that I knew the dance for that K-pop song...”

“How did you know that?” Skuld questioned with a neat raise of her eyebrow.

Ven started to blush as he admitted, “Someone I knew before coming here. She had a whole K-pop and anime phase for awhile.”

Ephemer gave a cheeky little grin before deciding, “Sounds like Skuld in the good ol' days.”

“Oh shut up!” said girl retorted as she lightly hit Ephemer on the back of the head. The older boy gave a small whine in protest and mock hurt, leading the four of them into a happy laughter.

“Ephemer! Anora!” a new voice called out to the group. The four of them turned their heads to see a duo come up to them. Anora noticed the fedora on the boy first before recognizing Pyra a few steps behind him.

“Hey Brain.” Ephemer greeted with a smile. “How's your night going?”

Brain gave a satisfied little snort before saying, “Pretty well, if I had to guess.” He looked over at Pyra, winked, then said, “What do you think Pyra? Fun night so far?”

For the first time since Anora knew her, Pyra refused to say. As Brain's smirk only continued to grow, a bit of light glimmered against his face revealing a bright red lipstick mark on his lips.

Before anyone could stop him, Ven naively asked, “Are you wearing lipstick?”

For a moment, Brain gave Ventus a weird look before wiping his mouth off. When he saw the lipstick stain on the back of his hand, he gave a small laugh to himself.

“Oh, that's not mine.” the older boy mused. “I must have borrowed it from someone else.”

“Wh-” Ven started to asked before Skuld elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow!” he then retorted instead. “What was that for?”

It was Skuld's sharp expression that made Ven realize that he might have overstepped somewhere. He didn't know what he had said, but he was coming to know that he shouldn't have said it. Brain found it incredibly hilarious.

“Would you four like to come back inside with us?” the intelligent teen asked. “I hear they're going to announce the King and Queen soon.”

“I am getting hungry.” Ephemer agreed with a small nod. He turned to the others before asking, “What do you guys think? Ready to head back in?”

Skuld, Ventus, and Anora all looked at each other, shrugged, then looked back at Ephemer and Brain with a nod. With that being decided, the six of them started to head back inside. After Anora stood up to walk with everyone, she moved over to Pyra and gave her a quizzical look. The older girl only blushed before taking a tight hold of Anora's arm.

“Nin was right.” Pyra hissed just loud enough for only Anora to hear. “He is a lady killer.”

. . .

The gym seemed a lot more crowded than it was at the beginning of the night. Trying to make sure the microphone was working was Mr. Snoops.

“Attention!” the muscular teacher said into the mic. “Can I have everyone's attention please!”

Everyone in the gym came to an eventual hush, allowing Mr. Snoops to go on with his announcement.

“As you all know,” he said to them all, “It's now that time to crown this year's spring formal King and Queen!”

A modest applause followed. At the same time, a student that had been placed on the ballot counting committee walked up to Mr. Snoops and handed him a small envelope. Mr. Snoops thanked the student before turning his attention back to the crowd.

“In my hands, I now hold the all important envelope of truth!” he declared, snickering a bit at his humor. “So, without further ado...” The gym teacher pulled out a small multi-use pocket knife to open the envelope. He pulled out a small card with the winning results and read the names listed. With a grin he announced, “And the King and Queen of this year's formal is...” (he paused here for dramatic effect, not that anyone really wanted him to) “Ventus Hikari and Ninjitsa Edo!”

“Hey, congrats buddy!” Ephemer happily cheered to the younger boy. Ven didn't react- every inch of him frozen in surprise. Meanwhile, the very loud, very angered screech of Nin demanded, “ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!” rang throughout the gym, causing a few background snickers. Anora had to fight back her laughter at the revelation.

“I assume they're a friend of yours?” Skuld questioned, noticing Anora's lack of tact. She nodded, still trying to hold back her amusement.

Everything in Ventus had froze in place. He didn't quite register as Ephemer ushered him up to Mr. Snoops. He didn't even notice Nin as the disgruntled teen adamantly denied the tiara Mr. Snoops was trying to place on her. Instead, Ven stared down at the crowd- his face paling as he was just now realizing how many students were at the formal. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Vanitas stare right back at him. When Mr. Snoops put the king's crown on Ven, the boy could almost see Vanitas over him instead, squeezing him to an inch of his life.

It was because of Nin that there wasn't a slow dance between the two of them. So Ven numbly walked back to his friends as other students started to dance again. His senses slowly started to come back him as Ephemer gave him a hearty pat on the back. If he had been a bit more coherent, he would have realized that Skuld was genuinely smiling at him for the first time since they met.

“You ready to go now, your highness?” Skuld teased.

“Yes please.” came the small, bashful answer. Apparently, Skuld thought that Ven's catatonia was the result of exhaustion and not because he hated being in the spotlight- literally and figuratively.

“We'll catch you guys later!” Skuld said as she waved Ephemer and Anora goodbye. The two waved her and Ventus away before Ephemer turned to Anora.

“What about you?” he then asked. His grin was wide and filled with joy. “Are you ready to head back too?”

But Anora shook her head. She gestured to the dance floor, indicating that she wanted to dance again. The King and Queen crowning really gave her a second wind, it seemed.

“Promise not to faint on me again?”

Anora gave him a bright, wide smile that he absolutely adored before she took his hands and led him back out to the dance floor.

. . .

Ava was actually surprised that Ephemer had stayed so late. Normally, the boy could only go on for a good two hours before deciding he didn't like crowds. This year he stayed for a good five hours before escorting his friend, Anora, back to her dorm. Ava hugged herself as a small gush of wind brushed past her; she could still remember how small he was when she first met him.

A sharp pinch from behind caused Ava to immediately whip around to exclaim, “Gula!”

The youngest of the headmasters only offered her an innocent smile. Ava could feel her face flush in realizing just how close he was to her.

“I enjoy it when history repeats.” he then said, slinking an arm around her waist.

Ava blinked, letting out a confused, “What?”

At first, Gula only smirked. Then he carefully placed a finger under her chin and guided her to look in a certain direction. It took Ava a moment to realize what he was making her look at, and when she did, her knees started to weaken a little.

Gula had brought her attention back to Ephemer and Anora; the two were a bit further than before, but Ava could still see their happy smiles. It had been a long time since she'd seen Ephemer that happy.

“Makes you kinda jealous, doesn't it?” Gula then mused, leading her attention back to him. “So youthful, so innocent...”

Despite knowing full well when Gula was trying to make a pass at her, Ava shook her head.

“I'm not jealous.” she told him. “I'm happy for them, for him.”

“Oh really?” Gula entertained, now moving closer to her. Ava gave a small giggle as she mirrored him.

“Really.” she agreed before the two shared a loving embrace.

. . .

“And that's when I tell Skuld,” Ephemer laughed, “That's when I tell her, 'maybe you should have left the lights on!' and she got so mad, I thought she was going to murder me!”

The duo went into a loud, happy uproar of laughter at his story. Anora had to stop walking for a moment because she had almost forgotten how to breathe. They couldn't stop laughing for a solid five minutes- it took another three for them to settle down completely without a random bubble of laughter here and there.

When they had finally settled down, they look at each other and smiled. In the light of the quarter moon, they almost forgot that they had just spent five hours at the formal. Their minds forgetting the night's earlier events but their hearts were still yearning for more. A small sigh escaped from both of their lips; now it was only them in the stillness of the night. They didn't have to hear teachers telling them to stand a respectful distance away from each other, or go to talk to a friend they hadn't seen in awhile. It was just them, alone, and it felt nice.

But Ephemer started to frown.

“Formals and stuff always ruin the way we see others.” he thoughtfully told Anora. “Everyone's all dressed up, some of us are still stressed by schoolwork or from preparing everything, and by the end of the night everyone is so exhausted that they usually can't sleep.”

Anora gave him a very quizzical look. But something had sparked deep within the boy, something he couldn't quite name.

“Right now, if I had my way, I wouldn't share you with anyone else.” he mused, stepping a bit closer to her. “I'd sneak up to your dorm and just stay with you all night. I don't know what we'd do, but after the formal I'd do anything just to know you more.”

Still a bit confused, Anora softly said, “But you can't...”

“No.” he agreed. “I can't.”

Not without getting caught...

“But it is funny,” he said to her with a teasing wag of his finger. “Skuld knows I've got a thing for a well applied smokey eyeshadow. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's trying to set us up.”

Anora raised an eyebrow at him; what an… oddly specific detail. And a super random one at that. He seemed to have noticed this and only proceeded to shrug it off.

“I'll probably start talking like this after the play too, just so you know.” he went on. He almost sounded like he was talking to himself more than her. “Skuld can attest to that. So don't take anything I say to heart, okay? We're friends- nothing is going to change that.”

A small part of Anora ached when he said that. She didn't know what, but she easily dismissed it. Ephemer also partially regretted saying it the moment it came out of his mouth. The boy bit his lip in thought. He didn't want to leave her yet- it felt like there was still something else they needed to do.

“Let's audition for the play together.” he then suggested, almost blurting it out as he said so. He didn't quite expect for Anora's eyes to widen in surprise.

“I have never...” she started to say, but she couldn't quite finish her thought. Ephemer already knew what she was trying to say, though.

“Been up on stage before?”

Anora gave a small nod of agreement.

“That's why we'll do it together!” Ephemer told her, taking her hands into his. “It'll be fun- promise!”

Anora continued to look down as she thought it over. She looked up at him and looked Ephemer directly in the eye for the third time that night. Unconsciously, the two drifted closer to each other. And when they were just close enough for their foreheads to touch, Anora pulled away.

“Tomorrow, right? At the gym?” she asked. Ephemer blinked for a moment- his brain trying to come back from a moment that didn't happen.

“Y-yeah.” he agreed. “I think the auditions start around 10.30.”

Anora gave a small nod. Looking back him she said, “Good night.” and started to walk to rest of the way to the dorms.

“Good night.” Ephemer agreed. He stood where he was, like a deer in headlights, as he watched her leave.

When Anora entered her room, she lightly shut the door behind her, and immediately flopped herself on her bed. For the longest time she stared up at the ceiling. She knew that the moment she closed her eyes, she would have been asleep- so, to delay the inevitable, she pulled herself back up again to pick up Chirithy. Anora gently stroked the toy in thought. In the back of her mind, she knew that if it could talk, it would ask her how her night went. She gave it a smile as she imagined her answer back.

Tonight had been perfect.

#daybreak academy #chapter 31 #kingdom hearts fanfiction #Anora #Ephemer #Skuld #Ventus #Brain #Pyra #Gula #Ava #Spring Formal 2020 #Season 1

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TWNG 4- Introductions are overrated.

<<<Part 3 Part 5>>>

So it turns out you did in fact survive your first couple of days at Beacon Hills high, though you would never admit it to your father. Deep down you knew that you wouldn’t have made it past the first day if it wasn’t for Phoebe and the Stilinski siblings.

No one really payed much attention to you and it seemed that had you worried all for nothing. You were now successfully on your third day, Seb and Ally had tried their hardest to make you feel welcome and if you ever needed anything you knew that they were now on the list of people that you could go to. However that didn’t shift the uneasy feeling in your stomach every time you walked through the entrance doors.

You had become friends with the Stilinski’s within hours of you first meeting and now on a cold thursday morning the four of you were sat huddled together on the bleachers watching as Lacrosse practice was being cancelled due to the weather.

You sat with a Stilinski sibling on either side of you, Phoebe sat one level below the three of you, her legs resting on the bench.

“So, you’re a banshee like your mom?”you turned to Ally, who nervously tugged at her leather jacket.

“A pathetic excuse for one anyway”she mumbled to herself.

Phoebe reached over, squeezing Ally’s knee supportively. You furrowed your eyebrows questioning Ally’s sudden mood change.

“A bit of a sore subject for her”Phoebe answers your mental questions.

“I mean, how am I supposed to be a banshee if I don’t scream?! If someone’s dying nearby I mean, I definitely can’t tell”she exclaimed angrily brushing her hair out of her face as the autumn wind started to pick up pace.

“My mom got her powers so early on and I’m just, maybe I’m just not functioning maybe there’s something wrong with me, I haven’t had one premonition, not even a tiny little hint that something is going to happen”she continued to rant.

“Maybe that’s because nothing is actually happening Ally I mean, nothing like that has really happened in the whole 18 years that we’ve been alive”Seb tried to calm his sister down.

“Or maybe it has, and I just wouldn’t know because I’m useless”Ally wailed as she slapped her hands down by her sides.

“Ally, look, everyone’s different everyone develops at different times, one thing I can guarantee is that you’ll be just as good a banshee as your mom is”you reassured Ally, playfully nudging her arm.

“You really mean that?”she smiled over at you, running her hands through her hair.

“One hundred percent”you answered, beaming back at your new friend.

“Apparently I was a nightmare as a child though y’know with all the screaming and stuff”Ally started to reminisce about her childhood whilst you turned to Seb who was stuffing his face with chocolate.

“And you, what are you?”you enquired, trying to stifle a laugh as chocolate fell out of his mouth as he spoke.

“I’m Seb”he replied a little too quickly, you blinked a couple of times wondering if he actually took the time to think about the question being asked.

“No, I mean like what are you, do you have any supernatural abilities?”you asked again, this time slower.

“Oh me? No, I’m just human although I do have a sick whip”he smiled proudly.

“Interesting, what car do you drive?”you questioned, intrigued.

“Roscoe”he answered as his mind wondered dreamily. Your eyebrows knitted together. Confused.

“What brand is Roscoe?- oh so you got the jeep”your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, thinking about all the stories Derek had told you about the blue jeep failing the pack. You rotated to face the field once more. Not wanting to have a debate with Seb about his ‘not so sick whip’.

“Oh shoot, we’re gonna be late to our next lesson”Phoebe pushed herself up from the seat in front of you. You all said your goodbyes for the time being, all splitting up to go to your different destinations.

Phoebe dropped you off outside your lesson, which unfortunately was Chemistry. You hadn’t yet experienced a Beacon Hills chemistry lesson but you were about to find out what it was like.

“I’ll meet you outside of the nurses office so we can have break together”Phoebe pinches your cheek before disappearing out of sight.

“Great tour guide you are Pheebs I don’t even know where that is”you muttered as you made your way into the classroom.

“Ah, here she is”the teacher ushered you to the front of the class.

“Everyone could I have your attention please... and that doesn’t mean put your earphones in and pretend to listen to what I’m saying” the teacher started to complain.

“If you haven’t met her already this is y/n Hale, she’s new here so please make her feel welcome”he spoke out to the whole room, getting no replies except for some grunting and whispering.

“So this year we're partnering everyone up because last year the grades that were submitted just weren't good enough so as a school we're hoping that if we team you up it will make it easier for the work to be completed on time"He informed you.

You nodded in response, not that your grades would help anyone you hated Science. Your eyes focused on his name tag. Mr. Harper scanned the room searching for a empty seat.

"Ah, perfect"he concluded his search as he lead you over to the right side of the class.

"Teddy"he called out trying to get a students attention.

A boy with platinum blonde hair turned to face you, his mouth parted slightly as his eyes roamed up and down. You shuffled around on your feet uncomfortably.

"This is your new partner, try not to set her on fire like you did to my classroom"the teacher rolled his eyes leaving you with the male.

"That was a funny one Mr.H, you really just won’t let that go will you?”The boy you assumed to be Teddy retorted before flipping his middle finger up at Mr.Harper who had his back turned to the class.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"Teddy watched you as you perched down in the seat next to his. You figured that if he was asking that question then he definitely was not listening when the teacher had introduced you to the class.

"Introductions are overrated"you shrugged, pulling out your empty book, you really didn’t have the energy to spark up conversation about your last name. Especially as you still weren’t sure as to who was supernatural and who wasn’t. You had to be cautious.

"I guess i'll go first then, the names Teddy Dunbar"he ignored your previous comment, leaning forwards whilst chewing on his pen lightly.

Your eyes sparkled at this revelation and it seemed as if Beacon Hills really was a Beacon for the supernatural.

"As in, Liam Dunbar?"you asked inquisitively.

He frowned.

"Look I know, it really does suck my dad being the lacrosse coach and all but please-

You let out a laugh.

"Wait, Liam Dunbar is the coach here?!"You gawped. Excited that you'd be able to meet another one of the original McCall pack members.

"You didn't know did you? So I really did just drop myself in it"Teddy facepalmed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How do you know my father?"Teddy stopped rambling for a second.

“Let’s just say our parents are acquainted”you sighed, not wanting to get into the hundreds of stories you had heard about Liam and his days as a beta.

"You're Y/n Hale?! The new girl who wolfed out the other day in the quad I knew I recognised you!"Teddy grew excited, slapping his pen down on his page.

You didn't understand why he was working up a fuss about this, it really wasn't one of your best moments.

"Thanks for bringing that up"you muttered, finding yourself chewing on your own pen.

“It's okay you know, I've lost control so many times during school hours”he tried to comfort you.

“And no ones seen you?”you asked.

“Not that I know of, I’ve kinda picked up some tips and tricks I’m getting better with my anger”he nodded slowly.

"You do know about the McCall pack right?!"you checked, hoping that you hadn't revealed any secrets. You also had successfully found a way to change the conversation subject.

“Of course I do, I know about everything my Dad never stops talking about it"he shook his head.

“So you know the Stilinski's and the Mccall's?"you quizzed.

“More than I'd like to, our parents are literally stuck to the hip, especially recently”he grumbled out the last part , jotting down some notes before pushing them toward you so that you could catch up. You were just about to ask another question when Mr.Harper announced that you would have to go library to do some research.

Teddy offered to stay behind so that he could take notes from the lesson for you since you would have to catch up, making sure that he wrote down the names of the books you'd have to retrieve.

“"Are you gonna be okay finding the Library all by yourself?"he queried as you began to back away from the table you now shared.

"I'm sure I'll find it...eventually"you sent him a not so convincing thumbs up before disappearing back into the corridor, realising that you didn't have a clue where to go.

Following the signs to the library had made it much easier for you to navigate around, taking mental note of the different directions you had been taking. After what seemed like hours you finally stood outside of the library doors.

When you entered the library you immediately had visions of your father telling you about the shelf where everyone had engraved their names. You used the labels to guide you around the maze filled with books.

You sighed to yourself, knowing that it would take you hours to find the books you needed. As you approached your destination it seemed as though someone had already done the job for you, all of the books were scattered around on the floor and a girl with deep black hair sat in front of the shelf flicking through the pages of a textbook.

Her hand tracing over some initials that even your amazing eye sight couldn’t read. You slowly approached the girl, not wanting to alarm her. She glimpsed up at you, nodding to herself as if she was having a conversation, the girl pushed herself up from the floor picking up another book resting it carefully on the metal shelf.

The girl looked up at you, her eyes narrowing as she reached up, taking out her earphones.

“I’ll call you later”she spoke quickly and she presumably hung up on the person at the other end of the line.

“Hi, sorry if I was interrupting”you apologised sincerely. The long haired girl stayed silent, just watching you.

“You’re new here”she stared forwards at the writing on the shelf. Was it really that obvious?

You stared down at her satchel, her name neatly written out on white tape.

Lottie Yukimura

"You're Kira Yukimura's daughter?!"you blurted out excitedly. You knew she was a kitsune, from the way her eyes burned bright. You fell silent, not wanting your statement to come out weird, like you were being intrusive.

Today really was just getting becomimg more interesting by the second, however something had crossed your mind many times.

“Do I know you?"she asked bitterly as she snatched up her bag.

"No-no sorry, not personally but our parents knew eachother"you enlightened her, offering her a small friendly smile. Usually you would have given an equal amount of attitude back but you really didn't want to be attacked by a moody Kitsune on your third day.

"Second name?"she bluntly asked.

“Hale”

“Derek and Braeden?"She enquired again, relaxing a little.

"That's my mom and dad"you answered. Suddenly the conversation shifted and she became very uneasy. As if she had caught onto something.

“I'm sorry I have to go"she mumbled at a fast pace before briskly disappearing into the library.

"Nice to meet you too"you shook your head disappointedly as you bent down to start picking up the books she’d left behind.

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The Kreizler Institute | The Alienist + Mphfpc

[Chapter Three | Watched and Followed]

Jade's POV:

As the weeks went by the better the weather improved, which put me in high spirits. I found myself spending more time at Stuyvesant Park as a result. At this very moment I was sitting underneath a large tree drawing in my sketchbook. Usually I'd be reading in this situation, but something told me not to be be seen out in public with the book I was currently reading. So I followed my gut instincts like I normally do.

The sun was bright and the sky was blue with a few white clouds floating past every once in a while. Due to the warmer weather a good deal of people were walking around the park with their dogs and whatnot. So when I started feeling like I was being watched, I didn't think much of it.

But when the feeling didn't go away I couldn't ignore it. I looked around and caught a glimpse of a man sitting at a park bench not too far from where I was. He had all black clothing on; it looked kinda like he was wearing a suit. I also noticed that he had a walking stick with him that was leaning against the seat of the bench.

'Maybe he's just out people watching.' I thought inside of my head to can my nervousness a little. But I couldn't help but wonder why he chose to watch me out of everyone else in the park. It made me a little uncomfortable to be perfectly honest. Instead of staring at him I turned my attention back to the drawing I was working on. Oddly enough I was drawing the young man I had seen in the window of 283 E, Seventeen Street.

I'm not sure why, but I wasn't able to get the story of that house being haunted out of my mind. It was like some kind of seed that had been planted and now the seed was sprouting roots. I always found ghosts and paranormal phenomenon interesting even when I was a teenager. But what really stuck in my head was what my uncle said that Caleb Carr thought about the house.

Apparently Caleb doesn't think the house is haunted, but he thinks something is going on. 'If he thought he had squatters then why hasn't he contacted the authorities?' Wondered, and that's why I think he knows something about that house that he isn't confessing to. And maybe even my uncle knows about also. I pressed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I continued drawing.

Eventually I glanced back to the park bench and noticed that the man in black was gone. It made me feel less nervous but in a strange was I kinda missed him. On that thought I decided it was probably time to head back to my uncle's place. During the walk back I wondered what we were going to have for dinner tonight.

My pleasant thoughts of delicious food were interrupted when I suddenly got the feeling that I was being followed. 'Great. First I was being watched and now I'm being followed.' I thought inside of my head. I quickened my pace slightly because I didn't feel like getting kidnapped and have something horrible happen to me. I've watched plenty of crime shows and whatnot to know how situations like these end sometimes.

I didn't feel completely safe until the door of my uncle's home was shut and locked behind me. When I walked in I found Alfius laying on the couch taking a nap. I knew he probably didn't intend to fall asleep, but the warm sun from the window is what made him do so. I smiled and decided to let him sleep. Quietly, I headed upstairs to my room to read a tale or two.

As I read I got a strange feeling in my stomach like I had a few weeks before. So I sat the book aside and went into the bathroom. To my surprise nothing happened, but the cramps in my stomach started fading away. 'You're probably just hungry or something. Or maybe you are something that didn't agree with you.' I thought inside of my head as I retired to my bed.

I read three more stories out of Tales of Peculiar before I chose to go check on my uncle. Once I entered the living room I seen that he was awake. "Good evening sleeping beauty." I joked, which made him laugh. "When did you get back?" He asked me curiously as he stretched. "A few minutes or so ago." I replied with a small smile.

"Is that the time? My goodness... how long was I asleep?" He said after he checked the time on his wrist watch. He stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder before he spoke again. "How about we eat dinner at Delmonico's tonight? I really don't feel like cooking and I'm sure you don't either." He said, and I agreed with his suggestion.

After he made himself look less rumpled we got into his car and headed to Delmonico's. One of the restaurants I've come to love during my stay here. Apparently Caleb Carr and my uncle go there often; so often that the employees know them by name. Not to mention the fact that they know what they usually order when they dine there as well. It was a actually kind of amusing.

When we were seated at a table that was off to itself a little, I noticed that some people were talking about the way we were dressed. But it didn't bother me too much. Especially since my uncle was known by the staff. It wasn't like we'd be kicked out for the way we were dressed. But I imagine some places are like that, even I'm this day and age.

A waiter came by and asked us what we'd like to drink. My uncle ordered a bottle of wine, but I ordered a water instead. "You are old enough to drink alcohol, aren't you?" My uncle joked. "Yes, but I can't have alcohol due to the medications I'm on." I replied. "Oh yeah... I forgot that you're diabetic." He said with a look that said he was sorry. But I knew he didn't mean any harm by the joke.

Some people don't know that alcohol is very harmful to diabetics, because it raises blood sugar levels. And if you aren't careful, it can cause a diabetic to become hypoglycemic. Plus most medication for the disease advises the taker not to consume any kind of alcohol, especially wine. Wine is the worst because grapes are loaded with sugar.

It doesn't really bother me that I can't have alcohol, especially since it doesn't taste very good anyway. My thoughts were pressed to the back of my mind when the waiter came back and took our orders. I was so hungry I think I could have eaten a horse... not literally though. My uncle and I talked about the wonderful weather as well as my lovely afternoon in the park.

I was getting use to the vacation life and I really didn't want to go back to Maryland. But I knew I eventually would, because my parents would be worried if I didn't. When our meals arrived Alfius and I went silent as we enjoyed the delicious food what had been made for us. I think the food is what I'll miss the most when I go back home to be honest, but I'll miss the city and my uncle as well.

'I should try and convince my parents to come and visit New York sometime.' I thought but I knew not to hold my breath. My mom and dad hate city life. I don't mind it, but I do like the advantage I have of being able to get away from the noise and people. After we ate our meals my uncle treated us to dessert. We ended up sharing one because I don't think we could have eaten a whole one by ourselves.

I paid for dinner even though Alfius tried to convince me not to. We were in good moods as we walked out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. As we were walking to his car my stomach started cramping again. But this time it was sharp and much more painful than before. It was like my insides were being crushed into a vice. I wrapped my arm around my stomach and leaned against the side of the building. "Jade, what's wrong?" My uncle asked curiously.

I broke out into a cold sweat and was suddenly reminded of when I had my kidney stone back in the twelfth grade. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a blood curdling scream; The hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. The first thing that popped into my head was a mugging or something. But when I turned in the direction of the scream I was horrified by what I saw.

A hugely tall figure was standing in the middle of the street. It looked like the character from the popular creepypasta, Slenderman. Except it was way more frightening. It's skin was a pale gray and long tentacles were protruding out of it's mouth. That's when I noticed that the tentacles were holding something... a girl that looked no older than twelve.

She was still screaming as two of the monster's tentacles entered her eye sockets. The stabbing sensation in my torso suddenly became too much for me to bare, and I emptied the contents of my stomach onto the sidewalk. My vision got blurry but it cleared just as the tentacle monster dropped the girl's body to the ground.

That's when I was aware of the crowd that were screaming all around us. It was like the noise was suddenly turned back on. People were running in fear while others just stood in shock. A determination to go towards the girl urged me to crawl. I could feel my uncle attempting to stop me, but to no avail. The monster was leaving. It climbed the side of a building with ease and quickly disappeared.

When I eventually reached the girl's side I knew she was dead. Her body laid lifeless on the pavement even though there wasn't a drop of blood present. The moment I realized what that creature done to her I started to get tunnel vision. The last thing I remember is total blackness after I felt the warmth of the pavement on my own face.

The sound of beeps and shuffling feet faded into existence as I began to come to. When I opened my eyes I was nearly blinded by how bright my surroundings were. I blinked a few times before my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Then I saw two people seated near the bed I was I laying in. That's when I realized that I was in a hospital. "Alfius... Caleb..." I said, trailing off slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

"She's awake!" I heard Caleb say. "Thank god!" My uncle said. Then I felt a pair of arms gently wrap around me. It took a while for my senses to get fully adjusted to everything. But after some less than satisfying hospital breakfast, I felt fine. A little tired, hungry, and sore but other than that I was feeling pretty good. That's when I asked what had happened and how I got where I was.

Alfius told me about how I suddenly got sick when we were leaving Delmonico's. Then he got a little choked up when he told me about a twelve year old girl getting killed just feet away from us. That caused goosebumps to spread all over my body, and not in a good way. I suddenly remember everything. But what was burned in my memory was the tentacle monster I saw.

"Her eyes were missing." I said softly, and Caleb quickly looked at me with a very serious and intense gaze. It was like he knew of a deeper meaning to what I had just said. And I think he realized that I noticed. "What?" My uncle asked with furrowed brows.

"Alfius, why don't you go to the nearest diner and get us some actual breakfast. I'm sure Jade is starving." Caleb said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sure. What do you guys want?" My uncle asked curiously. "I trust you have good judgement." Caleb replied. It was obvious to me that he wanted to get my uncle out of the room as quick as possible. For what? I wasn't exactly sure.

++++++++++++++++ A/N: Thanks for reading!!

#the alienist #caleb carr #mphfpc #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #ransom riggs #oc #my oc #fanfiction

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deeafrotailmisstress · 6 years

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Welcome to Requisitions

((An RP with @wethatkindoforc where Jazz got hired by Fantastic Enterprises! 🎊 So this is a brief short of how it went down and how Jeremy ditched because how dare he get an assistant amiright guys.)) Hobbson + Jeremy Murdoch belong to @wethatkindoforc Jazz belongs to moi

Located within a rather inconspicuous entrance on the apartment grounds of Emma’s Valley, at first glance the foyer for the Requisitions Department lends little more to first impressions than being a dim basement with a mash of boxes, books, and other clutter lining the walls. The air is cool, but circulating. Jazz awkwardly pulled at the collar on her shirt, grumbling as she shuffled down the cramped corridor. She would have prefered to wear her comfy ketchup-stained jumper, but Olka chastised her into wearing her best shirt. Behind the desk, a spindly Grumpel with pale, nigh-translucent skin sat writing furiously within a notebook. He looked up as Jazz entered.

“Oh! Hello there!” he greeted with a wide smile. “You wouldn’t happen to be Miss Abernale, would you?”

At the usage of her real name, Jazz’s smile looked forced as she walked up and awkwardly chuckled, “Yep da’z...da’z me. Uh...you da fella I’m meetin’ for gettin’ the job?”

Hobbs laughed - a light, almost giddy sort of sound. “I am Hobbson, yes. But everyone around here calls me Hobbs,” He shut his notebook, and scooted his chair out so he could come around the desk. Jazz blinked and almost tripped over her own feet as she hurriedly walked back to make way for the Grumpel. She had never conversed with one before so she didn’t expect them to be so...welcoming.

He held out a hand in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. We’re very excited to have some fresh eyes in the department. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? A few barrels of Malangorian coffee? It was outlawed back in 1632, you know. Very hard to get a hold of.” He winked.

Jazz’s smile became more genuine as she shook his hand, “Hobbs? Da’z a cool name dude. Da name’s Jazz but ya already knew dat. And uh...it’s just Jazz. Please.” She chuckled nervously but instead of letting go she squeezed his hand one more time and stared intriguingly with an excited smile, “Sorreh, I ain’ never shook hands with a Grumpels befo’. Y’all got strawberry milk?”

Hobb’s hand was cool to the touch - almost...squishy, really, though it leaves no residue on Jazz’s hand as they part. Her question only seemed to delight him more. “You know! We’ve never actually had a request for that before! But if that is your beverage of choice we would be happy to keep it on hand. You will learn there is very little that Requisitions can get a hold of.”

“T’anks dude, I ain’t much of a booz girl.” The curly-haired girl grinned as she laughed along with him.

He gestured to a small table in the corner of the room. It too was stacked with books, something he seemed to only just remember as the Grumpel looked at it. “Oh, pardon me. It’s always a bit of a mess around here. But do - come sit. Tell me a little bit about yourself.”

Jazz’s nerves rose again as Hobbs asked her to sit down. Having never been in a job interview...questioning...thing, in addition to this Grumpel knowing her real name, it was the first time she had felt unsettled in ages. “Before I do dat mister, mind if I ask you a question first?” Jazz sat down and rubbed her knees before asking bluntly, “How comes y’all know my real name?”

Hobbs tilted his head slightly, all six of his little antennae bending with the motion. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and easily sat down across from her. “Those who work for Fantastic Enterprises come from all walks of life, Jazz,” He explained. “Mr. Fantastic adopts a ‘clean slate’ policy to everyone who joins on - but that doesn’t mean we aren’t very thorough about our background checks.”

The little human patted a rhythm on her knees as she nodded, pursing her lips with a pop. “Ah. Soo I don’ gotta explain to y’all the shit-storm that is my family den.” Jazz chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of her neck while not looking anywhere near Hobbs.

Finally she sighed and clapped her hands together with a closed smile, “A’ight, no bullshittin’ or nothin’, I’mma be really real wid ya Hobberooo since I figure y’all are gonna find out about d’is sooner or later.” Without warning, she randomly lifted up the hem of her shirt to reveal a very nasty scar mark on the left side of her torso, the logo unmistakeable. “Ya know what dis shit is right.”

Hobb’s normally placid face melted with concern. “Oh - oh yes, I do,” his hand came up, almost as though to reach out and touch the mark - but he stopped himself. “I gather you did not leave with their blessing?”

“HAH. Nope.” Jazz snorted derisively. She pulled down her shirt with a dry smirk as she continued, “Ya know dat bigass slave breakout ‘round last year? Dat was Olka who was leadin’ it, and how me an’ da others escaped.” She was sure this probably wasn’t increasing her chances of getting hired, but continued regardless, “An’ I gotta tell ya Hobbs, dey ain’ stopping. I don’t know why but, da last fella sent by dem says dey want Jazz Olka an’ Moki all alive still. So...I was kinda hopin’ dat y’all be offerin’ protection from dat kinda thing?” Jazz glanced up hopefully.

The kind smile returned to Hobb’s features. “Miss J- Jazz. Just Jazz. You could be in no safer space. As I said before, we come from all paths here. Many still hide from their demons. I myself once found myself living in unfavorable company. But Mr. Fantastic was there to take me away from all that. I think you will find that he is more than willing to help you too.”

Jazz almost looked offended at such an idea, “Fo’ real?! Well da’z just rude, who’d wanna hurt a Hobbs?” She crossed her legs with a huff. She looked to the side and thoughtfully bit her lip; the job offer was awfully tempting. “Fo’ me and Olka? And all you guys want back is we work for you righ’?”

Hobbs chuckled. “It’s not so straight-forward an arrangement. Around here, we just ask that you be the best...well, you, that you can be.”

Jazz’s smile grew wider, “Really?! Da’z cool, Jazz can do that, I already feel like I’m da best!” She slapped both her knees and was about to get up only to sit back down again and stroke her chin as she mumbled, “Wait, is Olka gonna be chill wid dat...I think she’s da best but she gotta t’ink dat too hmmm…”

Another laugh bubbled from Hobb’s throat - wherever it was. “Some employees are more of a work in progress than others. Speaking of which - Jeremy!” his voice raised as he called upward.

“Yep!” A sharp voice called back from somewhere beyond the stairs. “What can I do for you, man?”

“Jeremy, don’t make me yell, come down here,” Hobbs requested.

It took several long seconds. Finally, the sound of a chair scooching harshly across the floor was heard, followed by footsteps. “Listen,” Jeremy started before he reached the end of the stairs, “I’m like, twenty minutes away from getting Holdon’s report out and - oh. Hello Jazz,” He greeted flatly as he saw the woman sitting at the table.

Jazz grinned brightly at the familiar face waving, “Yoo, didn’ know you was chillin’ ‘round here too Jeremy!” She quizzically raised a brow at Hobbs, “Wha’z Jeremy gotta do with progress-workin’ folk?”

Jeremy crossed his arms and leant nonchalantly against the door frame. “Oh right, yeah. Chillin’. That’s what I do around here. Just fuck about. Get trashed with Hobbs. Keep him company.” He explained in a casual manner.

Hobbs looked patiently at Jeremy, smiling that ever-placid smile. “What Jeremy means, is that he works here.” Hobbs explained. “Jeremy - I was wondering if you’d be willing to show Jazz around the department, seeing as you two already seem to be familiar.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the door frame. “Yeah yeah, I can do that,” he sighed in a resigned sort of way.

No sooner did Jeremy lean away did Jazz look between the two and grinned, “A’ighty, mini-room explorin’ adventure, LE’Z GO!” She quite literally bounced off the chair and skipped to the other employee, “So where we headin’ first?”

Jeremy gave Hobbs a look that said he really didn’t appreciate having his super important ‘work’ be interrupted for a tour. But he stepped forward to lead the way. “We’ll start with intake, then head down to lock up. The place feels bigger than it is but you can still get lost, so.”

“It’s still very big!” Hobbs called back brightly, “You two have fun!”

“Ya got it chief!” Jazz saluted back at Hobbs while following obediently after Jeremy with a spring in her step, excited to see the new area and not shy about immediately asking questions, “So wha’z an intake? Is lock up like a prison? Are there scary baddies in da prison? If Jazz gets lost do I chill in the lock up or the intake?”

Jeremy kept walking, but he did toss a squinty-eyed stare over his shoulder at Jazz for a moment. “Do you even know what requisitions does?”

Jazz chirped cheerfully, “Nope!”

The leading guide sighed. Jeremy brought a hand up to rub down his face. “Right. Well. We track down and pick up things the company needs. Most of it’s boring shit. Other times you actually get to find something interesting.”

Jazz focused all her attention on Jeremy as he explained, letting out an ‘ooh!’ before grinning, “Interestin’ like what? Ya ever find anythin’ cool an’ mysterious? Wha’z da weirdest t’ing ya ever found, out an’ about?” Jazz poked her chin as she recollected, “I once found a skeech-caved statue wid ice on her tits.” She bit her tongue between her teeth cheekily as she snorted, “Called her Titsicles.”

Jeremy snorted but he really tried to hide the fact that he was smiling. “Yeah okay. That’s not bad,” He said in a scrutinizing, cocky sort of way. “Amature, but not bad. I mean I got to track down a kid in a cryo-pod once, but don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get up to that level.”

Jeremy spent the rest of the tour pointing at doors, naming them and, as promised, going over the intake, lock up, office space and the forbidden room. Jazz was in fact so intrigued by the latter that she didn’t really notice Jeremy ditch.

“Uh...Jeremy?” She whirled her head left and right down the corridor but he wasn’t anywhere in sight. She blinked before brightly gasping, “Oooh I get it, we’re playin’ hide an’ seek!” She took off in a very wrong direction while looking around. It would take quite a while before Jazz would figure out what happened and for Hobbs to scold Jeremy heavily for not giving her a proper tour.

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sammy-writes-stuff · 6 years

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The Stranger, Ch 26

Chapter Twenty-Six: Rapunzel

Start. Previous.

TW: Blood, violence, dying, death mention, tears, pain, swears, attempted suicide mention

Carrie lay back on the couch and tried to follow Joan’s instructions exactly. Talyn had put on low calming music and was busy drawing the curtains.

“…So, if you’ve ever seen Sherlock, it’s kinda along the same lines.” Joan explained carefully, sitting on the ground next to the couch. “You have to literally construct a space within your mind that you can escape too.”

Carrie frowned and shuffled a little, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to relax. She took a steadying breath and thought of her room at home.

“Imagine every detail, build the room from the ground up.”

Her bed in one corner…her overloaded desk in the other…

“Imagine several more doors along one wall. Each of these represents a different part of your mind: one door for memories, one for emotions…things like that. Whatever feels right to you.”

Memories were behind a red door. Emotions behind a blue one. Another random purple door popped up without her even thinking about it.

Carrie lay there for ages, constructing every detail of the rooms and really feeling her way around her mind.

“You’re doing really well.” Joan said, after what felt like hours. “Now it’s time to try and retreat there entirely, out of Thomas’ body.” Their voice was gentle, but firm. Carrie swallowed, but nodded.

“Okay.” She muttered. Carrie began constructing herself there, focusing clearly on how she would fit in this space, when something strange started to happen. “Wait…”

“You can do it.” Talyn said encouragingly. Carrie just frowned harder as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

“There’s…there’s a hole in the wall behind me.” She was shocked that she hadn’t seen it before. The wall looked like it emptied into a void full of…nothing. Breath-taking abyss. Peace.

Her hand rose up to touch it, craving its safety, its promised solitude, its inherent relief.

She jerked her hand back like it had been shocked and gasped sharply as an image flashed across her mind…

Carrie had been crying.

She had failed something.

She was running home with her tail between her legs.

Rounding each corner faster and faster…

“Someone is…screaming…” Carrie muttered, trying to pinpoint the high-pitched noise that seemed to have started.

“Screaming?” Joan asked warily.

Carrie pushed the grim memory away just before she could see herself yanking the wheel, feeling sick. She looked around in her mind palace once more, and for the first time noticed how grey and drab it all seemed. The wall with the hole was spreading before her eyes, bits flaking off and flying away. She turned to her memories door and bit her lip, wanting more than anything else to run in there and lock the door. Surround herself with the comfortably numb security of the past…before she had decided to throw it all away...

Stupid. Dumb. Reckless...Deliberate? The crash was her fault.

The screaming grew louder.

“Joan…she’s crying…” Someone said, Carrie couldn’t tell who.

“Open your eyes…Carrie open your eyes…”

Carrie turned, and finally started to comprehend the hand she had been dealt.

The screaming was coming from the purple door.

This wasn’t Heaven or Hell. It was Purgatory.

The abyss was beckoning behind her. Carrie had a feeling it would take her home.

Carrie looked at her hands…really concentrated on them…they swam a little under her scrutiny.

Not real.

She took a step towards the purple door.

Purgatory…time to pay her due.

That moment was so full, it seemed to last a lifetime. It moved in slow motion, but so much happened that it made Roman’s head swim…

Or maybe it was the sword sticking out of his chest.

Several things happened at once, but Roman only had eyes for the man at the hilt of his beloved sword.

There was screaming. His bed was in pieces all over his room, a dark pulse of energy having burst forth from Virgil in his panic. The real Logan and Patton had been thrown back by this display also but seemed conscious. Virgil stood in the rubble, panting hard. Roman couldn’t connect the dots exactly, all he could focus on was the burning pain in his chest and the way he felt like going to sleep…

“Thomas get out of here.” Virgil screamed, in his unholy voice. Thomas, who looked beyond utterly confused, scared and hurt, obeyed instantly – closing his eyes and sinking out…

“What did you do?!” Apathy hissed, changing back into his classic form.

“Roman was DYING! Actually DYING! He was vulnerable and without him the connection will break down regardless! We don’t have to faff about with Thomas!” Deceit shrugged. He began to twist the sword buried in the Prince’s chest before he was tackled by the raging force that was Patton.

Glasses blown away by Virgil’s blast, cardigan long gone, the man in the polo shirt screamed and punched Deceit in his borrowed face. Watching Patton fight his double was almost such an odd sight that Greed didn’t see Logan coming for him until he also was on the ground and receiving a few choice blows.

Apathy just put his hands up when Virgil turned to look at him.

Roman chuckled a little as his vision filled with stars. His family…they had won…they had saved Thomas…

Logan had Greed and Apathy tied together in one corner, then turned to aid Patton in his struggle with Deceit who had by now returned to his dapper form.

Roman tried to stand. He wanted to look dignified, after all.

He just keeled over on his side, but someone managed to catch him and lower him to the ground gently.

“SHIT…SHIT…RO NO!” Someone sobbed. Roman smiled blearily back at the dark blob above him.

“Virgil, stop!” Another said. “You can’t remove the sword, it’s holding everything together for the moment…just put pressure around it.”

“Son?”

It was quiet, measured. Roman frowned. Why did these people sound so…god what was the word for it? He couldn’t think.

“Did we win?” Roman looked around at the three-people cradling him. Logan grimaced and used a spare cloth to wipe some of the blood away that was leaking from Roman’s mouth.

“Yeah, kiddo. We won. You won. It’s all going to be okay…”

“Oohhh PATTON’S LYING!” Deceit called, bitterly laughing from his spot with his accomplices. Patton raised his hand sharply and they disappeared.

“M’sorry.” Roman started coughing and Logan lifted him slightly, so he could rub his back.

“You’re so stupid…”

“Virgil.”

“NO! WHY…I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” Virgil yelled in frustration. “WE’RE A TEAM AND YOU HAD TO DITCH AND BE THE FUCKING HERO.”

“I was already bad.” Roman closed his eyes in a grimace.

“What…what do you mean?”

“Carrie…” Logan muttered. “Carrie was starting to see through Roman’s creations and imagery. She spent the most time in your room, besides her own…which you created in the first place…all those nights you spent in Carrie’s room too…”

“My room didn’t feel good.” Roman nodded, not really able to string his thoughts together coherently and sending himself into another blood-splattering coughing fit.

“That doesn’t matter now.” Patton cooed, brushing Roman’s hair out of his eyes. It was a peaceful act, but it made Roman start to feel how vulnerable he was.

He let a few tears slide out of his eyes, and he dimly registered Logan getting up for the first aid kit and to go find a book on the topic.

Forever the nerd.

Roman laughed.

“I think I see an angel…” He muttered, staring blindly upwards.

Virgil bit back a comment on the dramatics. If Roman would live…he would never comment on his dramatics again…

Roman reached up to try and grab the hand stretching down towards him. It was bathed in silver light.

“What are you doing?” Patton sounded less calm now.

“She’s not Alice.” Roman muttered.

There were hurried footsteps as Logan returned with the first aid kit, his glasses fogged and cheeks red from his own tears.

“He’s…he’s actually…” Virgil sounded like he was in shock. “No....”

“Roman look at me.” Logan said, gripping a pair of scissors nervously. “You guys hold him down, I have to cut his shirt away.”

Someone grabbed his elevated arm and Roman whined softly.

“No, she’s going to help me…”

“Ro, please…” Someone tearfully pleaded, keeping his arm firmly at his side as he tried to struggle.

“I’ve nearly got it…okay let go…” Logan pulled away the front of Prince’s ruined shirt and sash, leaving the sword sticking out just above his stomach. “Put pressure around the wound but don’t bump the sword…”

“I love you guys.” Roman lifted his arm again with the last of his strength and gripped the hand. It was warm and smooth under his calloused grip, and he let his arm slacken in her embrace.

“RO!? LOGAN WHAT’S HAPPENING???”

“I don’t…I don’t KNOW!?” Logan sobbed.

“She’s not Alice.” Roman repeated, a little firmer, as the warmth in his hand started to spread down his arm. “She’s Rapunzel.”

There was a blinding flash of white light that made Logan, Virgil and Patton scramble back from the Prince.

When it faded, the Prince was lying there alone, shirt still tattered, torso still bloody, but the sword plainly absent from his chest.

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#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides fic #patton sanders #deceit sanders

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luckyl96 · 7 years

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Wolfiplier Fic Part 2

Here’s part 2! I wasn’t expecting so many people to like part 1 AAAHHHHH!!! But really, thank you guys for the kind words, they really inspired me to write this asap so here you guys go! Just as a side note, I may not update this fic on a daily basis, but I’ll still do my best to keep it relevant! enjoy!

@paperbaghero Here’s part 2! It’s a bit shorter than part 1, but I was so excited to post this and I found a decent stopping point so, heh, here ya go!

Nearly an hour had passed since Signe and Amy had left to the grocery store and by now it was nearly noon. Sean and Tyler in the meantime had cleaned up Mark and Amy's room, moved anything breakable into Mark's office, and Tyler had made sure Chica was okay. Surprisingly, Chica had been incredibly calm, but Sean could tell that she knew Mark wasn't okay and nearly got into the bedroom trying to see him. Thankfully Tyler caught her and now she was hanging out in the office scratching and whining at the door. After she didn't stop for a good 20 minutes, Tyler sighed.

"Maybe I should call Ethan to come pick her up. Him and Kathryn are probably at the office right now waiting on us anyways. Should I call them and have them just come here?" Tyler asked Sean as he played with one of Chica's toys that Mark had in his room.

"That's probably alright. I'll ask Signe when she gets back, but they are going to need to know sooner or later. They can help keep an eye on Chica too while we deal with Mark." Sean stated.

"Sounds good. I don't know how Ethan will handle it, but hopefully he doesn't freak out. Kathryn will probably be surprised, but not for long. She usually keeps a pretty cool head in these situations." Tyler said as he tossed the toy onto Mark's bed and looked at Sean who had been sitting on the bed since they had finished cleaning. Sean simply nodded at Tyler's remark and continued to space out on Mark.

"Dude, you alright?" Tyler asked.

"I'm just worried. Mark is... He's usually a pretty level headed guy and does his best for those he cares about, but... I've never seen him in this sort of situation. Like obviously not THIS exact situation, but I mean, a situation where it changes his life entirely. I just don't know how he's gonna handle it and I'm worried for him. When I changed, I kind of just, embraced it? I don't know, I didn't really have any second thoughts about it and just kinda went with whatever came up. Change on a full moon? Sure why not. Eat basically a metric ton of meat in three days? Hell yeah! That's just how I am, I roll with it. But Mark... he hates not having control of situations and something like this isn't entirely in his control all the time. He won't have a say when he changes and doesn't, nor will he have a say about what happens if he loses it. Basically I'm just scared he's gonna get all depressed and paranoid and just won't be himself anymore..." Sean finished.

Tyler stood and sat by Sean, placing an arm around his shoulder. He was glad someone else was worried about Mark mentally more than physically at the moment.

"I've been thinking the same. But I've known Mark almost my entire life and when he finds himself in a situation that he has absolutely no control over, yeah he kinda shuts down. But he doesn't give up. He makes shit work no matter what and does so without hurting anyone else or himself. This is going to be the craziest shit he's gone through by far, but even if he does shut down for a bit and stops being Mark, he's going to have us. He'll be alright, Sean." Tyler concluded as he offered Sean a smile. Sean smiled back and let out a long sigh.

"Thanks. I'm glad you're here for him. I mean, I'm his friend too, but I ain't got nothin' on you when it comes to knowing how he is." Sean said.

"Eh, think of it like having a brother you never really asked for but if need be will drop everything the split second he needs you. That and the ungodly amount of dick jokes." Tyler added the last part with a chuckle. Sean laughed at the last remark.

"Makes sense," Sean said before his facial features became soft and happy, "Oh Signe and Amy are back." Just as the words left Sean's mouth, Tyler heard the click and slam of the front door being opened and closed.

"Oh the wonders of mate telepathy." Tyler thought.

A few moments later Amy came through the door carrying nearly 6 grocery bags full of chicken breasts and bacon. Signe followed shortly carrying twice as many bags which contained more meat and an assortment of foods and snacks for the group.

"Did anything happen yet? Is Mark okay?" Amy huffed as she gently set down the bags and sat on the floor, completely out of breath after carrying everything upstairs.

"Nothing exciting and he's still out cold. What did you guys get?" Tyler asked as he made his way over the help Amy and Signe move the bags away from the doorway and into a corner of the room where they weren't in the way.

"Just a butt ton of chicken and bacon. They were out of steaks and I figured Mark wouldn't want hamburger meat so I got bacon instead. We also got some snacks for everyone and food for later which I'll cook if Mark isn't able." Amy said as she began separating the meat for Mark and the other groceries.

"Sounds good. I was wondering, have you guys heard anything from Ethan or Kathryn? Tyler was asking about whether or not they should be here and I thought they might've called you guys by now." Sean asked as he gave Signe a glance who returned with a nod.

"I got a few calls from them at the store, but I just let it go to voicemail. Do you want them to be here during all this? They can always swing by tomorrow when Mark is himself and can just explain it to them then." Amy offered as she directed her concern at Signe.

"The more they know the better. They're in this too and seeing Mark through this ordeal will help them more than it will hurt them. You can call them to come over." Signe said as she went and sat on the edge of the bed next to Sean.

"Don't need to, they're outside." Tyler said from where he stood by the window and peeked out the blinds.

As soon as he spoke, the doorbell rang. Suddenly, everyone froze as a low groan came from Mark as he shuffled in his sleep.

"Someone get the door..." Mark mumbled as he began to stretch.

Shit.

In a blur, Tyler was out the door going to get Ethan and Kathryn before things got crazy while Signe and Sean got up from the bed and stood on either side of Mark. Amy went to Signe's side and gave her a worried glance.

"What do we do next?" Amy asked, her voice nervous.

"First, take a deep breath and calm down. Remember we need to make sure he stays calm. If you want, you can get the food ready for him. Just get a towel and place everything on it, he's not going to be picky." Signe said as she offered Amy a smile before they both noticed Mark waking up.

"A-Amy? What time is it?" Mark grumbled as he began to stand and shake off his grogginess.

"U-Uuumm, it's still early M-Mark, just take it easy." Amy answered nervously as she scrambled to get a towel from the bathroom and get the chicken and bacon ready.

"Why do you sound all panicky? Is something wro-" Mark started to say before he ceased talking and froze where he was as he stared in shock at his paws.

"Mark, take it easy bud. You might not remember yet, but you turned into a wolf and passed out. Signe, Amy, Tyler, and I were there. Don't move too much, okay?" Sean said, his voice uneasy, but still firm and somewhat calm.

"H-How...? Is this a dream?" Mark whispered, his eyes still fixated on his paws.

"No, this isn't a dream. That wolf that bit you a week ago was a werewolf and now, well, you are too. It's nothing crazy, Signe and I are as well, that's why we're here. Amy is over there and Tyler is downstairs with Ethan and Kathryn. Tyler and Amy know and they helped me when you changed." Sean explained, still trying to sound and stay as calm as possible.

Mark finally looked up and searched for Amy. When he found her, his eyes softened.

"You saw? I didn't hurt anyone, did I?" Mark asked his girlfriend with a worried tone.

"Yes I was there, but you didn't hurt anyone. Sean helped make sure you didn't. Do you remember anything at all? You've only been out for about an hour." Amy explained as she finished preparing the food and made her way to Mark.

"I... I remember this morning... I tried to shower and all of a sudden... That was only an hour ago?" Mark asked, his tone incredulous.

"Roughly. Do you remember Sean holding you down?" Amy asked as she moved next to Mark and began petting his back.

"Barely... I only remember bits and pieces, but... it hurt a lot." Mark stated as he relaxed a little and leaned lightly against Amy.

Mark was dumbfounded. In only the span of an hour he had turned into a bear sized wolf and was apparently a werewolf now. Thinking back, he remembered Sean picking him up in the bathroom and setting him on his bed. But after that, he only remembered bits and pieces of Sean telling him to relax, his legs literally breaking backwards, and... oh god, he threw up too. All this had happened and he hadn't realized? What the hell was happening!?

"Where's Tyler? I need to see him or else I'll know this is a dream." Mark stated firmly as he stood up completely.

Sean, Signe, and Amy all backed up and prepared to jump on him as he looked around and tried to make his way to the door.

"Woah, woah, hold on Mark! Signe can go get him. You aren't exactly done yet, you still have a few things to deal with." Sean stated as he glanced frantically at Signe.

"Hurry please, I don't want to transform and restrain him in here. Not now." Sean thought hastily and with a quick nod, Signe was out the door and closed it behind her.

"What do you mean I'm not done? And since when are you and Signe werewolves? Did you guys do this or something!?" Mark growled as he turned his attention to Sean and faced him.

Of all the times Sean had seen Mark mad, he was more terrified of Mark in this moment than ever. Wolf Mark was a lot more unstable than normal Mark and Sean didn't like it. As Sean prepared to fight one of his best friends, Amy quickly stood between them and got Mark's attention.

"Hey, they didn't do anything! Mark, do you really believe Signe or Sean would do this to you? They flew all the way here to help and make sure you didn't kill anyone or yourself. Here, come're." Amy stated firmly as she opened her arms, gesturing for a hug.

A few deadly silent seconds passed before Mark finally let out a long sigh and shuffled over to Amy. As Mark sat down, Amy reached around his neck and gave him a long hug.

"They're not here to hurt you, Mark. Trust me, I watched it happen and Tyler and I would probably be dead if they weren't here. Hell, Sean was the one who really made sure you didn't do anything crazy." Amy whispered as she stroked her fingers through Mark's fur. Surprisingly, it felt like the thicker parts of Mark's normal hair, just a bit more... poofy. Mark then let out another sigh.

"I know, I'm sorry... I'm just-I don't know what to think of all this." Mark mumbled as he leaned into Amy.

"I know, trust me, I'm scared too, but remember what I said last night? When you had that dream?" Amy asked.

"Something about about Chica saving me if you guys couldn't?" Mark chuckled.

"Exactly." Amy laughed as she let go of Mark and kissed him on his nose. In return, Mark licked her face and chuckled when she tried to rub it off.

Finally, Signe came through the door with Tyler following behind and eventually Ethan and Kathryn. As soon as the blue haired boy saw Mark, he froze in his tracks causing Kathryn to bump into him.

"M-M-Mark!?" Ethan stuttered as he looked at the massive wolf sitting in the middle of the room. His outburst earned him a quick smack on the shoulder from Kathryn.

"Shhh! Remember what Tyler said?" Kathryn whispered before she turned her attention to Mark. Her face was pure shock for a brief moment before she smiled and waved.

"Hey Mark! You look, uh... bigger?" Kathryn offered as she pushed Ethan forward and closed the door.

"Haha, thanks. Hey Tyler, this is, uh... real... huh?" Mark asked, his voice low and nervous as he looked to his best friend.

"Yeah... But it's alright, we got you." Tyler said as he walked over and placed a hand on Mark's shoulder.

A short huff escaped Mark's nose as he nodded, satisfied with Tyler's confirmation. If there was anyone he could trust, it was him. Hell, even if this had been a dream, his subconscious would have known Tyler to tell him, 'Naw, you're dreaming' and he would have believed him. After their exchange, he turned his attention to Ethan who was stiff as a board next to Kathryn.

"Heh, maybe I can tease him a little." Mark thought.

Slowly, Mark stood and approached Ethan making sure to stand as tall as he could. Ethan damn near pissed himself as Mark started walking towards him until he stopped just inches from his face.

"Hey Ethan." Mark chuckled as he offered a smirk he was sure looked terrifying up close.

"H-Hey Mark. A little close there, bud?" Ethan gulped as he felt sweat dripping down his forehead.

It's not that he was scared or anything, he was just... nervous. Mark chuckled as he backed off of Ethan and returned to Amy's side.

"Naw, just seein' how you're doing. You're not scared of me, are you?" Mark asked seriously this time, his voice honest.

Ethan took a deep breath and looked around. Everyone was giving him worried looks as he stood there. No, he wasn't scared, it was just Mark after all. The whole teasing him thing was classic Mark. Finally Ethan relaxed and let out a long sigh.

"Naw, just weird seeing you like this. Guess you're a true furry now, huh?" Ethan teased as he chuckled to himself.

"Only on the outside I guess. But-" Mark responded, but was interrupted by a massive growl in his stomach. Apparently he was hungry. It was dead silent for a second before everyone burst out laughing.

"Here Mark, Signe and Sean said you were gonna be hungry so we got you some stuff. Chicken sound okay?" Amy said as she went and pulled the towel of meats out from the other side of the bed and closer to Mark so he could comfortably eat it.

"Yeah that sounds great. Wait... why is it all raw?" Mark said as his nosed picked up the scent and began drooling. He wanted desperately to dive in, but his mind was screaming at him not to eat it... yet.

"It's fine, your body can process raw meat while you're a wolf so instead of trying to cook 20 chicken breasts, we got raw ones. You're good, you won't get sick." Sean stated plainly as he moved to Signe's side and watched Mark intently.

"You sure?" Mark asked as he stared intently at the pile of meat in front of him. By now his drool was dripping on the floor.

As soon as Sean nodded, he dove in and began devouring the food two chicken breasts and several strips of bacon at a time. Without realizing, Mark had gone full tunnel vision and no longer cared what went on around him. All he needed in that moment was food. Within a mere minute, all of the food Amy had piled onto the towel was gone. Mark licked his lips and began sniffing around for more food as he nudged his way around the bed.

"Aw jeez. Signe, mind giving me a hand?" Sean sighed as he went to Mark's side.

"What's going on? Is he ok?" Tyler asked as he took a step towards Mark, but froze when a low growl rumbled in Mark's chest.

"He's uh, really hungry. Sometimes werewolves will get a sort of tunnel vision when they hunt or fight. Mark apparently is so hungry that he kinda triggered it and, well, you just don't want to be in between him and his food. Just don't move and let me and Signe take care of this." Sean said as he continued to walk to Mark while Signe walked around behind.

Everything was silent aside from Mark's shuffling around for food. That is until Sean moved into Mark's line of vision. A sharp snarl erupted from Mark as he froze and stared at Sean with narrow eyes. Sean however continued to move slowly and calmly towards the grocery bags of food. Mark continued to growl and snap his teeth as he began to arch his back, the hair on his spine spiking up like a cats.

"I'm not gonna do nothin', Mark, just gettin' you some more food." Sean stated calmly as he bent over and grabbed a chicken breast from one of the grocery bags.

Mark continued to growl as he watched Sean's hands unwrap the chicken. Slowly, Sean stood and gently tossed the breast towards Mark. Cautiously, Mark sniffed it and ceased his growling as he ate the breast. As soon as he swallowed, Mark brought his gaze back to Sean and eyed him coldly, still growling, but not baring his fangs.

"Man, you're not making this easy are ya, buddy." Sean said as he gave Signe a quick glance.

"Just back off, he's not moving for till he get's his head back." Sean thought.

Signe nodded briefly and began to back away from behind Mark. However, Mark noticed Sean's eyes flick to something behind him and quickly whipped around and snarled at the ambusher.

Everything happened in a flash and Ethan and Kathryn thankfully ducked out of the room the moment it happened. Mark launched himself at Signe who instantly transformed and dodged Mark's pounce. Sean cursed and transformed as well, making sure he put himself between Mark and Amy and Tyler.

"Guys, stay behind me. Let Signe and I handle this." Sean growled as he shot Tyler a quick glance.

After catching himself, Mark whipped his head up and snarled at Signe who was only baring her teeth slightly and crouching opposite of him. Sean gave a short huff and caught Mark's attention.

"Mark! Listen to me! We're not gonna hurt you! Focus, dammit!" Sean yelled. Mark growled and just as he went to pounce at Sean, Signe took her chance and tackled Mark.

As soon as Mark fell, he began flailing and snapping his jaws trying to catch something. Quickly Sean joined Signe and pinned Mark. Mark continued to flail until he got his leg underneath Signe and kicked her off, sending her into a wall. As soon as she was off, Mark craned his neck and clamped his jaws down onto Sean's foreleg. A pained yelp escaped Sean as Mark bit down. In response, Signe snarled and pounced onto Mark's stomach. She didn't want to bite him, but she figured he would let go if he got his stomach jumped on. Thankfully, Mark whined and let go of Sean's foreleg and whipped his head to snarl at Signe who was now doing her best to keep Mark's hind legs pinned. The second Sean's leg was free, he clamped down on Mark's scruff and locked his jaws. All motion stopped as Mark yelped and went stiff as his body reacted to his scruff being held. Signe let off of Mark's legs and walked to his side.

"Mark, listen to me. Breath. Relax. Look at me and relax." Signe panted as she stared at Mark. Mark's panicked eyes moved to Signe's and glared at her for a few moments before Amy spoke up.

"Mark? Just relax, okay?" Amy called out. Her voice was shaky and tight, but loud enough for Mark to hear.

As soon as he heard her voice, Mark's eyes returned to their normal round orbs and became filled with confusion and fear. Signe gave Sean a nod and he instantly unlocked his jaws, releasing Mark. A few moments of stillness passed as the three werewolves panted and calmed down. Finally, Signe sighed and turned to Tyler and Amy.

"Do you guys have any spare clothes we could wear? We won't have any after we change back." Signe explained, "Mark's going to need some too." She finished as she gave the other werewolf a quick glance.

As if on cue, Mark began to whimper and huff as he curled into a ball. He was changing back into himself again.

"I'll grab some clothes. Amy, stay here. Mark's gonna need you." Tyler said as he quickly exited the bedroom and met Ethan and Kathryn outside.

"Is everything okay?" They asked as soon as they saw Tyler.

"Everything's fine, but don't go in there for a bit. Mark's changing back and it's not gonna be pretty." Tyler stated flatly as he moved past them and went downstairs to the laundry room for clothes. Hopefully that was the first and last time Mark lost it... Hopefully.

END PART 2

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I Wish - G.D & E.D // PART ONE

AN: Since my first fanfic here was Grayson getting cheated on, let’s reverse it :,)

Warnings// Pretty sad, but that’s it.

Summary- You come home from work to find Grayson cheating on you.. ——————————————–

This stupid office job drives me crazy sometimes.. just watching the clock slowly tick while I click and drag files from one box to another. I wouldn’t have to do it if my boyfriend Grayson got a well paying job but.. he has YouTube and he loves doing it. I can’t take that away from him.. but there is something I have been taking away from him. Whenever I get home I’m always too tired, whenever Gray is in the mood I can never work up the energy nor the libido. We haven’t had sex in months. I’m sure it’s starting to get to him by now but.. hopefully he can make it until I get a bit of time off. I hope he knows that I’m not doing it on purpose. I started to bite on my pen a little bit as I glance back at the clock. Suddenly my phone vibrated, I checked the notification and it was Grayson’s twin brother Ethan.. I wondered what he wanted at this time. He knows I’m at work..

Ethan: I have to tell you something.

You: What is it?

Ethan: Grayson told me to shut up about it but.. I can’t watch him mistreat you like this any longer.

You: Mistreat me..? What are you on about?

Ethan: Grayson has been cheating with the neighbor..

You: No.. he would never.

Ethan: It’s true I’m so sorry..

You: Stop lying.. I put my phone on mute and slid it back in my pocket while I continued to do my job. There’s no way Gray would ever, ever cheat. He loves me too much to risk throwing this away.. right? My boss came up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder. “Hey.” She said, I turned around and awaited her request. Usually she always made me stay late and do all the rough shit. “I’ve decided to let you go home early. I know you have a personal life and such. So just think of this as an early birthday present.” It was only noon but I was extremely glad. I had forgotten about my birthday next week. Everything seemed to be getting better. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it!” I gave her a quick hand shake and then I was heading home. For the first time in forever Grayson and I will be able to spend some quality time together.

You: Gray I’m coming home early today, wear something nice ;)

I sat in a bit of traffic. LA traffic was always the worst. It took ages to clear up and then you’d just get stopped somewhere else. I gave Gray 20 minutes to reply but he never did. Odd. Usually he texts back right away… Maybe he took a nap? After escaping all the traffic and things like that, I finally made it to me and Gray’s shared apartment. I rarely even see it in the day light because of my job. I unlocked the front door swiftly and walked inside. I looked around all the corners waiting to see Grayson somewhere in nothing but sweatpants, watching Netflix… but I couldn’t seem to find him. I started to get extremely worried. What if someone had broken in and attacked him? I need to find him. Maybe he’s in the room..? I walked up the stairs to the rhythm of my racing heart beat. I heard someone shuffle around, followed by some furniture squeaking. It can’t possibly be.. I rested my hand on the cold silver door knob. Whatever is behind this door with most certainly break me. Whatever is happening right now in our bed, will break me. I have to know. I slowly turned the knob, I felt my heart stop as the door swung open. I covered my mouth to avoid screaming in pain. There he was.. thrusting into some other woman that was hunched over the bed. Our bed. The one we made love in. The one we slept together in.. we even bought it together for this apartment. They were both facing the other way and they hadn’t even noticed me. He kept going. The woman which I now recognize as the neighbor’s daughter who just turned 19. I couldn’t even form my anger into words. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was watch him betray me. I watched him fuck her the way he made love to me. “You’re the only one.” He used to say… what a load of bullshit. The pain was so overwhelming that my mind couldn’t even comprehend it. It didn’t even feel real. My eyes stung and a tear fell down my hot cheek. I closed the door behind me, locking it. I needed answers. They were still so wrapped up in each other that they still hadn’t noticed me watching. I finally gained the courage to speak up. “You know Gray…” they completely jumped and scurried, Grayson’s eyes turned wide. The girl hid herself under the covers. She looked so very frightened. “I kinda thought we would be married some day.. with kids.. maybe even grow old together… but here you are. Betraying me in our own bed.” My voice stuttered, I still felt nothing but a sharp pain in my chest. “W-Why are you home..?” Grayson asked. “That’s not important at the moment Grayson, you know that.” The tears just kept falling. I could barely even look at him. Still sweating and erect from the 19 year old. “The real question is.. why are you cheating on me?” I had to stare at the ceiling to avoid falling on the ground and completely giving up. He was my everything. “I- I didn’t.. it just happened… I don’t know.. I just.. you are never home and you’re never in the mood..” he tried to make it seem like my fault. “That doesn’t give you the right to do this.. sex isn’t the only thing in a relationship Grayson.. I thought that maybe you loved me.. how wrong was that..” I started to laugh nervously. It felt so messed up and horrible that it almost seemed like a cruel joke. “I do love you! I swear it’s just..” he glanced at the girl and then he focused back on me. “You don’t kill someone you love Grayson.” I opened up the closet and grabbed my suitcase. The same one Grayson and I used on our trip to Hawaii. The same one I planned on using on our honeymoon to wherever we were going. All of that is gone now. I threw whatever clothes and personal items I could into it and closed it. “I didn’t kill you I mean..” he tried to find words but failed. “I might as well be dead now. You meant literally everything to me. You were my reason for being alive.. and you did this. You broke me.” He didn’t even have the decency to pretend like he knew what he did was wrong. All he wanted was excuses. “And you,” I looked at the girl, “get your clothes and get out. Please.” She did as I said and gathered her clothes that were strewn about the place. She grabbed her heels and rushed out of the house to her own apartment. “Is there anything I can do to fix it? I love you..” Grayson managed to say. “No.” I put it simply. The deed was done. I pulled out my phone to the only person I could trust. The one who hadn’t lied to me. “Ethan I need you to pick me up. You were right..” Grayson looked at me, “What..?” I would have told him that his brother sold him out but, he doesn’t deserve the right to know. He doesn’t deserve anything from me. “I’ll be right over. Did you pack? I have a spare room.” Ethan said on the other line. “Already ahead of you. Hurry.” With that last sentence I hung up and ran down the stairs. On my way down all of the photos of Grayson and I together caught my eye. This was the end. All of it gone. It still didn’t feel real. I felt like Cinderella running away from the ball. Except the ball was a cheating boyfriend’s house. I could hear Gray running down the stairs after me. “Wait..! We can talk about this. Maybe we can get counseling.” I looked back at him, was he serious..? “You’re the only one who has problems here. In the end you’d probably hook up with the counselor too. Goodbye Grayson.” I continued out of the apartment and down the elevator with my suitcase. By the time I got to the first floor of the 20 story building, Ethan was already waiting. I hopped in his car and turned to look at him. The sight of someone who looked like Grayson but wasn’t Grayson gave me comfort oddly enough. “You were right..” that’s when everything caught up to me and I broke down crying. Ethan put his arm around me in an attempt to make me feel better. “I’m sorry.. I should have told you earlier. It would have saved you the trouble of walking in on it..” He pulled away and started the car. “Do you want me to get a tub of ice cream on the way home? We can even watch Netflix all night once we get there. Would that make you feel better..?” He looked so concerned. It felt nice to be in Ethan’s presence. “Yeah I would like that.”

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