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MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Lessons 1-5!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

So we obviously know that things would run a little differently with L!MC instead of a normal human MC, but just how differently do things go?

No Mammon, you are not allowed to babysit!

Unlike in canon, Mammon needs to be kept away from MC at the start. Why? He’s known this kid for less than a day, he’s gonna try and use them for scams.

Everyone else in the house? Well, they’re of... observing MC. This is a first, a half human kid just wandering around the house...

MC and Lucifer, despite their amicable meeting, were in this really awkward beginning stage where they didn’t really know what to do with each other.

“So...” MC resisted the urge to twiddle their thumbs as they followed their father through the halls of the House of Lamentation. This was their home for the next year. It was very grand... and also very creepy in some places. “Where’s my room?”

“Right here.” Lucifer stopped suddenly in front of a door in the hallway, nearly causing MC to crash into him. He opened up the door, the room was very very pink. “Asmodeus decorated, you can redecorate as you see fit.”

MC popped their head in and looked around, there were approximately a thousand pillows scattered around the bed. It was the perfect amount! The very pink colour scheme was... okay. Maybe they’d be able to switch some of it out for a nice blue.

“It’s nice! Thank you,” MC was about to say Lucifer, then father, then just shut their mouth. What were they supposed to call him? They had known each other for like... an hour. He seemed like the type to want to be called father, he was too posh to be ‘dad’ or ‘pops’, and calling their father by his first name seemed way too casual as well... Parental Figure..? Guardian? Sir..? Should they call him sir???

The fact that MC ended their sentence like they were going to continue it left the two in a very awkward silence. A+ job at conversation.

“Anyway,” Lucifer finally broke the silence. “If you need time to settle in, we can pick up the tour later.”

“N-no, it’s okay! I didn’t really bring anything so...” MC was in the middle of mentally cursing themselves out, they thought they had successfully avoided falling into the awkward middle schooler stereotype! “We can keep the tour going.”

“Alright then.” Lucifer turned and motioned for MC to follow. Wow... he was very... curt? Was that the right word to use? MC hoped this was as awkward for him as it was for them.

The next stop was the portrait staircase, Lucifer explained each one down to each minute detail, MC listened in rapt attention.

“We received that one from a painter from the sixth layer of the Devildom, it was quite a rare find.”

“How many layers are there?”

“Nine, we’re in the centre most layer. This is the most highly defended part of the Devildom.” Lucifer explained.

“Oh,” MC smiled. “Cool, so it’s like how Dante described it in the Divine Comedy?”

“Mostly, some changes have been made since that time.”

“Ah, okay.” MC nodded, a thought came to them which made them clear their throat to suppress a giggle. “May I ask a question that might bother you?”

Lucifer turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You may ask one such question.”

“Why did Dante say you were frozen in an ice lake?”

Lucifer looked around, once he was sure that no one was listening, he turned back to MC, his voice was slightly lower when he answered. “I was ice skating with Lord Diavolo, I fell through the ice and into the lake right as Virgil and Dante arrived. Of course, Dante had to embellish or I’d smite him, if only he left out the ice part.”

To MC’s credit, they didn’t laugh, but they weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how hard it was to not burst into laughter. “Oh my... how upsetting...”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’d tell you not to tell anyone but,” his lips quirked up into a smile. “No one would believe you if you said anything anyway.”

MC gasped, but the gasp ended up releasing the laugh they were holding in.

The half demon noticed some of the other portraits on the wall, each of the brothers had a portrait, there were two demons that MC didn’t recognize. So that was their family... they wondered if their picture might be on that wall one day...

“Who’s he?” MC pointed at the portrait between Mammon’s and Satan’s.

“That’s Leviathan, the third eldest, the Avatar of Envy, and the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.”

‘Oooo, so he’s a military guy!’ MC thought to themselves. ‘And the third most powerful brother? Wow... he must be crazy scary...’

“What about him?” MC pointed at the seventh and final portrait.

It may have just been MC’s imagination, but they swore they saw Lucifer’s expression sour slightly.

“That’s Belphegor, the youngest and the Avatar of Sloth.” Lucifer explained. “He is currently in the human world as an exchange student.”

“Oh,” MC studied the portraits a bit more. “Cool! I hope he’s having a good time up there.”

“As do I.” Lucifer replied. “Now we should move on to the Underground-”

“LUCIFER!” Asmodeus cried. “MAMMON’S BEING STUPID AGAIN!”

Lucifer sighed and dragged a gloved hand down his face. “We’ll continue this tour later, MC. Feel free to explore some more, try not to break anything.”

“Because the things might be cursed?”

“That and the things are old and expensive.”

MC spends the rest of the day chilling in the house with Asmo, who peppers MC with ALL the questions.

They does their best to answer... but it’s clear Asmo was hoping for something a little more interesting.

“So, do you run the human world?”

“No. No I do not.”

Finally, Mammon escapes whatever punishment Lucifer’s got him caught up in and tried to get MC involved in something that’ll probably make them lose their money.

Mini HC! A demon’s wings, tail, or horns might pop out randomly if they aren’t paying attention! The demon doesn’t even need to be in their true demonic form for this to happen. It happens more often with younger demons like MC!

Mammon stops his little scheme when he notices that MC’s wings have popped out and left a few stray feathers lying about... he can hear the CHA CHING sound already.

Our favourite dummy tried to Mission Impossible his way into MC’s room but MC caught him trying to make off with some loose feathers after they came back with a dustpan to clean them up.

Eventually, it was dinner time, and Levi was still camped out in his room. Mammon got sent to get him out, and he decided to drag MC along with him.

“I don’t think we should bother him-”

“Sh! We gotta get him out of his stupid room or he’s gonna stay in there until the exchange year’s over.” Mammon snapped, stopping in front of Leviathan’s door.

“I still don’t think we should-”

Mammon rudely interrupted poor, aghast MC by slamming his fists against the door. “LEVI! GET UP! DINNER’S READY!”

The only response was someone increasing the volume on whatever show was playing behind the door. Wow, petty. MC suppressed a snort until they realized exactly what they were hearing.

Was that...

“Is that the Sailor Moon theme?” MC turned to Mammon and asked. The moment the question left their lips the pair heard someone practically bolt to the door. It swung open and hit Mammon right in the face.

“MOTHER FUCKER-”

“You!”

Ah, so this was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. MC didn’t know that track pants and headphones were a part of the uniform.

“You like anime?!” Levi asked, MC slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah..?”

Quick as lightning, MC was pulled into the room, and Levi slammed the door shut, tragically, the door hit Mammon again.

“LEVI YOU ASS-”

Leviathan didn’t seem too interested in Mammon’s chorus of curse words and angry knocks, he was grabbing some figurines off shelves and showing some to MC.

“Do you know who this is?!”

“That’s White Blood Cell from Cells at Work. What about Mamm-”

“How about this!”

“Violet Evergarden from the show of the same name, now Levia-”

“Whose this?!”

“LEVIATHAN!” MC stomped their foot and pointed at the door. “Mammon said we need to go eat dinner.”

“Don’t interrupt me, human!” Levi hissed, MC rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.” MC crossed their arms and let their wings appear and puff up behind them.

“...w-whu-WHAT?!”

“We have to go to-” MC was cut off yet again by Levi passing out. Wow... what a day...

Mammon was still pounding on the door, MC rolled their eyes and opened it.

“He passed out, can you carry him?”

Mammon was decidedly not careful with his dear little brother when he dragged him out of his room and into the dining room. When Levi finally woke up, he got an earful from Lucifer, and tried to kill Mammon.

Apparently money was owed that Mammon wasn’t about to pay.

So yeah, MC and Levi’s alliance did not stem from desperation, it stems from otaku-camaraderie.

MC and Levi planned their credit-card hostage situation over a fun evening of watching anime.

Mammon never knew what hit him...

“Okay Mammon, pay up or your credit card gets cut up.” MC playfully opened and closed the scissors before poising them to cut up the helpless credit card. Mammon let out a shriek and shook his head.

“NONONONONO- don’t do that!” Mammon put his hands up and let out a nervous laugh. “MC... wh-what’s with all the animosity..? We’re buddies, right?”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes. “Buddies don’t try and make money off each other’s feathers.”

“You heard them, Mammon.” Levi snickered. “Pay me back the money you owe me!”

“I don’t have the money right now!”

MC shook their head. “Pity... oh well, bye bye Goldie-”

“The money’s in my sock drawer- just please put the scissors down!”

They slowly lowered the scissors. “What do you think, Levi?”

“Hmmm... you have two minutes.” Levi said, Mammon took off in a sprint out of the kitchen.

“Nice job Agent L!” MC chirped, holding their hand out for a high five, Levi looked positively elated and gleefully hit his hand against MC’s.

“We did it! I’m finally going to have enough money to go to the live show! Couldn’t have done it without your help, Agent Near.”

“Wait- why am I Near?” MC asked. “You get to be L and I have to be Near?”

Levi crossed his arms and huffed. “Would you rather be Mellow?”

“No! I want to be Light! We agreed that I’d be Light!” MC hissed. Levi, literally hissed back.

Rude.

Anyway, Levi got paid, and everyone had a very entertaining breakfast. Well, Mammon didn’t have a very good time, but boo hoo he should have paid Levi back sooner.

I think MC felt legitimately bad for Mammon, all the insults and jabs being aimed at him made MC feel a little guilty...

MC took care to be extra sweet that day, and it made Mammon feel a bit better. You know what made both of them feel amazing?

Screwing with the dipshits that were talking crap about the two of them.

MC didn’t need super-hearing to notice that some of the demons at RAD found it to be peak comedy that Mammon got slapped with babysitting duty.

“...do you want to mess with them?”

“What?”

“Too late, I’m doing it with or without you.”

Mammon was totally in, obviously. A little magic to move some of the lesser demons’ things around and voila! They were all at each other’s throats and Mammon and MC got to enjoy a fun lunchtime show!

The Purgatory Hall crew got to meet MC too, of course!

“And this,” Lucifer gestured to MC. “Is the other human exchange student.”

MC popped up from behind one of the rows of desks and gave the three newcomers a toothy grin. “Nice to meet you!”

Simeon’s calm and serene expression dropped almost immediately as he quickly looked from Lucifer to MC. The latter just gave him an innocent smile and tilted their head.

“Is something the matter?” MC asked, through the corner of their eye they saw Lucifer smirk slightly.

“N...” Simeon snapped back to reality. “No, nothing’s the matter, it’s nice to meet you, MC.”

“You awful demons!” A much younger voice yapped. “You brought a human child down here?! Shame on you!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed with guilt, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh!” MC gasped. “You’re the chihuahua!”

“Wh-what?!”

“What?” MC shook their head and shrugged. “What’s the matter with me being a kid? You look like you’re ten.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m well over-”

“Am I just going to go ignored?” The third and final stranger asked, a cheeky/very suspicious looking grin on his face.

“Right, you.” Lucifer sighed. “This is Solomon, another human exchange student.”

“It’s nice to finally meet the other... human exchange student.” Solomon offered a nod.

“Likewise.” MC pretended not to notice the pause before he said human.

The first bell that meant “haul your ass to next period because if the cleaning staff finds you skipping class you will be maimed” sounded. MC slung their bag over their shoulder and brushed past their fellow students.

“Have a nice rest of your day, everyone!” MC chirped as they and Lucifer headed off to their next class.

“What do you stand to gain by pretending you aren’t my child?” Lucifer asked.

MC snickered. “It’s funny! Didn’t you see their faces?”

Lucifer half smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps.”

—————

“That kid is Lucifer’s.” Solomon said the moment Lucifer and MC were out of earshot.

“Oh thank heavens someone else saw too... I thought I was going crazy...” Simeon sighed in relief.

“Hey! We’ll be late to class if you guys don’t hurry!” Luke called from down the hall.

Solomon chuckled under his breath. “This whole year just got way more interesting...”

A lot of MC’s time got devoted to getting to know their newly found family.

Satan was proving to be very... polite? Almost weirdly so? He’d address MC like he would address a formal acquaintance, not like one would address a family member... or even a roommate.

MC tried the delicate dance of trying to respect his boundaries and trying to get him to like them...

Once the glasses incident happened everything kinda caved. MC had been quite rudely shunned by Satan and they were quite done trying to be his friend! Hmph!

...hmph :(

At least Beel was nice... despite MC being a little intimidated by his size and resting bitch face, MC soon found out that Beel was a massive cinnamon roll.

In return for all the snacks Beel shared with MC, they introduced him to at least five human world cooking shows.

“MC, why is the music so dramatic? They’re just revealing the cooking supplies.”

“It’s a reality TV thing... everything is 10 times more dramatic than it needs to be. The music’s doing its job though, I’m very impressed by that pie dish.”

Overall, MC’s first week at RAD was pretty decent! Until... well... until Friday.

MC could only hide their demonic side for so long...

“That’s them?”

MC slowed their steps and turned to look for the source of the voice.

“Yep.” A second voice confirmed. “Human kid, like I said.”

Ugh... of all the times to have needed to stay late after school... the hallway MC was in was completely empty and they had no clue where anyone they actually knew was-

“Boo.”

MC whirled around to see the two gossiping demons standing right behind them. They instinctively took a few steps back before the taller of the two demons grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them forward.

“Geez, are all humans this tiny?” The taller one asked as he slowly lifted MC off the ground. MC fixed him with the nastiest glare possible, he tried to scowl back, but ended up looking away and laughing to the shorter demon. “Look at them, barely enough for a snack, no wonder Beel hasn’t eaten them yet.”

Turning to the shorter demon, MC gave them a similar glare. “Put me down.”

“Tsk, quiet.” The taller demon snapped, he turned back to the shorter demon. “So if we just nab them now, how much do you think someone’ll take for their soul?”

“I-uh...” the shorter demon couldn’t pry their gaze away from MC’s as they tried to sputter a response. “I don’t think we should...”

“Why not? The exchange program’s still in its trial phase anyway, we kill this human and they’ll just bring in another one.”

The way he was speaking about them made MC’s skin crawl. How dare he? How dare he talk about them like they were just common trash? Who did this... person think he was?

An old familiar feeling bubbled beneath the surface. It had always been there, the intense, sometimes overwhelming desire to let the whole world know that they were better. The feeling coiled its way up MC’s spine and wormed its way into their head where it settled.

“You can’t be spoken to like that.”

Every single time this feeling had flared up, MC had done their best to suppress it. They didn’t know what would happen if they gave in, and frankly, they didn’t want to know.

“Let them know you’re not to be trifled with.”

The burning desire to crush the two demons like ants was almost impossible to ignore. MC felt their hands twitch and sparks snap between their fingertips.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” MC growled. “Put. Me. Down.”

“Human,” the taller demon turned back and cooed, his mocking tone made MC want to rip his throat out. “I said be quiet.”

His grip on MC’s wrist tightened until a sickening crack echoed through the empty hallway.

Bile immediately rose in MC’s throat as they let out an earsplitting scream. Their wrist seared in pain and their heart began to race hammer against their ribcage.

The desire to give in only grew and became harder to control, MC could feel themselves slipping. The feeling only had one simple question to ask, one that MC knew the answer to.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?”

Their face morphed into a cheek splitting grin despite the pain, their head tilted to the left as they stared down the two demons.

“No.”

Horns twisted and burst out of their skull as they dug their rapidly sharpening nails into the demon’s arm. Their teeth grew and sharpened while formerly hidden fangs burst through their upper gums. The agonizing pain of their bones growing, snapping, and shifting in and out of place as their demonic form took hold for the first time numbed as MC revelled in their new power.

Through the reflection in the taller demon’s horrified stare, MC could see their pupils stretch into almost catlike slits. He dropped them onto the floor while he and the shorter demon backed up. MC’s impossibly wide smile only grew as they watched the realization dawn upon the lesser demon as he stitched together what he had just done. The human he had decided to bother wasn’t quite so human after all.

“Oh?” MC cooed as their wings split through their back and unfurled behind them. “Where do you think you two are going? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

—————

Lucifer was jolted from his conversation by a sharp blast of blue light and the sound of screams from a nearby hallway. He instinctively rolled his eyes.

“Lord Diavolo, pardon me but I need to go deal with a disturbance in the halls.” Lucifer said, Diavolo sighed mournfully on the other end of the call.

“Alright, if you must, but make sure to come over later! There are events that need to be scheduled.”

Lucifer knew full well that Diavolo was making half of the school events up as an excuse for basic social interaction. Oh well, it wasn’t the time to think on his prince’s social woes, he had a problem to solve.

How many times did he have to tell some of those idiotic students to take their petty squabbles outside?

Lucifer made his way over to where the fight was happening, he wasn’t walking with particular urgency, a fight on school property wasn’t too unusual, until a massive shockwave spilled through the hallways and slammed into him.

The Avatar of Pride felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, that was his magical signature... wasn’t it? No, it was just different enough...

“Dammit.” Lucifer doubled his pace, when he reached the end of the hallway, the sight was just what he feared.

MC stood straight in the middle of the hallway with their back to him, two other demons were lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, one was next to an incredibly dented row of lockers while the other was lying next to an almost completely broken drinking fountain.

Lucifer’s own true form was out in a flash as MC turned to look at him. their eyes glowing a shining blue. Their lips curled into a snarl as they let out an otherworldly growl.

“Go away.”

“MC, calm yourself down.” Lucifer said slowly as he approached them. “Return to your normal form.”

The half demon bowed their head slightly and took a few steps back as he stepped closer. Lucifer almost patted himself on the back for such a show of authority, until MC paused and looked up defiantly. The glow in their eyes doubled as any sense of fear left them completely.

“I said, GO AWAY!”

They lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped, only for MC to quickly turn and latch their claws into his arm.

The child packed a surprising amount of force into their strikes, but he was able to block and redirect almost every single one. If this were any normal fight, Lucifer would have just swatted them away and have been done with it, but this wasn’t any ordinary opponent.

MC was his child, the exchange student, and going through their first transformation. They weren’t exactly rational or directly responsible for any of their actions at that moment.

During a first transformation the demon is almost completely relying on base instincts to function, they’ll go completely ballistic for a while, trying to tear through anything in their way until they run out of energy and pass out. Which is why during a demon’s first transformation usually happened much earlier in their lives under the watchful eyes of parents or guardians.

It was clear to anyone with even casual knowledge of demons that MC had fully given themselves over to their pride and wouldn’t stop trying to prove their superiority until they passed out.

Even though Lucifer was blocking and avoiding most of the blows, MC had managed to get in a few good scratches.

They snapped at Lucifer’s right hand, narrowly missing it and aimed their elbow at his jaw. Almost casually batting the hit away, he hissed in frustration.

“Damn it... MC, control yourself!”

MC snarled and sloppily lunged forward, only for Lucifer to use his wings to bat them to the side. They slid across the floor, their glasses falling off and skidding away from them. MC lay still for a few moments, their chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lucifer stood in place, waiting for any sudden movement. For a few moments, the hallway was quiet, save for the massive gulps of air MC was taking and the occasional groan of pain from one of the demons on the floor. MC slowly sat up and blinked a few times, then looked from side to side.

Something important dawned on Lucifer, he didn’t know just how blind MC was without their glasses.

MC’s rapid breathing began to slow as they continued to squint and search the area around them for their glasses. Lucifer almost audibly sighed in relief as the blue glow in his child’s eyes began to dull.

“MC.” Lucifer allowed his demon form to disappear as he slowly moved towards them, making sure MC could hear him approaching.

The half demon stopped scanning the area for their glasses and looked up at him, they awkwardly covered a yawn with their hand as their wings sleepily fluttered behind them. It would have been much cuter if MC wasn’t spattered with blood.

Lucifer slowly offered his hand, which MC eyed suspiciously. “Come on, let’s go.”

MC blinked a few times, then yawned again and awkwardly accepted his hand. “Mmph... m’tired...”

“That’s good,” Lucifer said quietly. “Everything’s okay.”

MC half nodded and awkwardly stumbled as they tried to find their footing. Lucifer tried to help steady them, but it proved ineffective as MC collapsed into his arms. Sighing, he picked them up and began to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Just before leaving the school, Lucifer passed by Simeon and Solomon, who looked from MC, who had curled their wings around themselves and was sleeping soundly, to Lucifer, who had a few scratch marks on his face and whose hair was a complete mess.

“Ah, you two, one of you do me a favour.” Lucifer said as he brushed past them. “One of you go to the biology hallway and pick up MC’s glasses.”

Simeon and Solomon nodded and mumbled out an affirmation as Lucifer left the school with MC. Hmph, it seemed MC was right, their confused/shocked faces were quite funny.

MC woke up the next morning with the worst muscle pain they had ever and hopefully would ever feel. On the bright side, their wrist wasn’t broken anymore :D

They had literally built their true form. Their skeleton just stretched and rearranged itself, horns grew out from their cranium, their wings broke through their back and a new set of fangs decided to break through their gums... and then all of that new stuff was gone as MC lay in bed in their normal form like a deflated beach ball.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp, MC dragged themselves to breakfast, and everyone was all: “MC, go back to bed, you can’t do anything when you’re like this.”

“Quiet, I’m fine.”

“MC, if you’re fine, then give Beel a high five, make sure it makes the slap sound.”

“Alright then, Beel, come here.”

Beel didn’t exactly think to take MC’s shorter stature into account when holding up his hand for a high five. He’s tall, okay?

MC then proceeded to grit their teeth and try not to scream as they lifted their arm to weakly hit their hand against Beel’s.

“It made the noise..!”

“No it didn’t, I didn’t hear it.”

“Fatherrrr!”

“Couldn’t hear it, go back upstairs.”

When MC trudged upstairs, Asmo practically squealed and pointed out that MC had called Lucifer father for the first time. It’s a shame no one took a picture of happy/surprised Lucifer.

Side note: after the whole event calmed down, Lucifer was crazy proud that his kid kicked the asses of two grown demons.

Funnily enough, this incident is what kickstarted MC and Luke’s friendship! Luke heard MC got into a fight and brought over get-well cookies! Sure... Beel, Mammon and Levi stole most of the cookies but they were still good!

At school on Monday... hooooooo boy... the two demons that tried to kill MC had lived to tell the tale thanks to MC getting distracted by Lucifer, and now the entire student body knew NOT to fuck with MC.

A few weeks into the exchange year, things had settled into a somewhat normal routine... until one really shitty night in particular.

MC was curled up in bed, their new comforter and sheets were a pain to put in, but they suited MC’s taste much better than the pink that had been there previously. Sighing in contentment, MC felt themselves drifting off to sleep-

Mother fucker who was texting at the ungodly hour of 10:30 pm on a Sunday? ‘Twas the lord’s day and the lord of the house stated that everyone needed to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour.

MC picked up their phone and put on their glasses. After being blinded by the light of the phone for a brief moment, MC read the text.

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags 💰🕶: Oi! MC! U want a snack?

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags💰🕶: I’m in the kitchen! Get down here!

After debating whether or not to throw Mammon to the wolves and rat him out, MC decided that they did in fact want a snack and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo!” Mammon said through a mouthful of something in a container, a loose note hung limply from a piece of tape that was stuck on the Tupperware. “Next time, hurry it up, got it? Ya can’t keep me waitin’ like this!”

“Mm...” MC grumbled, rubbing their eyes and looking around the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

“Custard!” Mammon smiled brightly. “Ya gotta try this!”

Oooo, custard! MC grabbed a spoon and practically skipped over to try some. Right before they were about to try a bit of the heavenly deliciousness, MC paused and finally caught a glimpse of what the note said.

‘Property of Beelzebub, you eat it, you die.’

Uh oh-

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Okay, the next few bits of this WILL come out in order, I promise! Kinda... not really... eh... but it matters not! I hope you all enjoyed this! I didn’t leave you with a cliffhanger this time considering Lessons 5-6 are already out ^_^

So uh- wanna fight the demons that tried to hurt MC? I’m bringing the pitchforks, who’s driving?

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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inspired by 'rush hour’ (gaho).

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[ 6:00 pm : rush hour ] I try going forward to you But I lose you at this dead end

The traffic light is still green. Changmin sighs, tapping the board flipped up by his side. It’s been green for what feels like forever - is it ever going to turn red so that he and the growing group of pedestrians around him can move across this short stretch of the street?

If he wasn’t going to meet someone, he might just take a chance in the lulls of traffic and race the cars, letting them honk angrily as he jaywalks - jay-skates? jay-boards? There probably isn’t proper terminology for that, but jay-boards sounds okay - past, flashing them a quick smile to infuriate them a little more. It’s okay. This street isn’t too crowded. The only cars that pass through are usually old businessmen making their way back home to penthouse apartments, so Changmin feels less than guilty for screwing around with their evening.

But he is meeting someone. A very special someone, in fact. Someone who told him on no account was he going to jaywalk or jay-board (he’ll have to tell you about the new word he invented when he gets to you) if it meant risking his safety. So Changmin sighs, taps his board some more, and waits at this seeming dead end of a street corner where the green light never turns red.

It’s alright alright alright It’s alright alright alright

It’s alright. Changmin smiles as the flow of traffic begins to cease, lights on the streets ahead turning red. He can wait a little longer to cross the street legally.

Anything for you, after all.

I’m talking in circles around you But you always pass right by

Changmin still can’t quite believe his luck, even months later. He doesn’t know how he managed to catch your attention, the small skater he was who stayed quiet around others, really only raising his voice in the presence of his friends.

You were the noticeable one. You were the one with the guitar slung on your back and a friendly smile always on your face. You were the one everyone had a crush on, platonic or romantic. You were the one everyone flocked around at the park on weekends, sitting on a bench, strumming the strings of your instrument with the softest grin on your lips. If it wasn’t for Younghoon accidentally tripping over your guitar and subsequently you, sending you flying into Changmin as he rolled past trying to escape the monitor chasing after him, it might never have happened. Changmin might never have had the chance to do anything more than admire you from afar.

And what would’ve happened then?

It’s alright alright alright Who cares? I’m alright

But who cares? Changmin grins. It’s alright, yeah? Because you noticed him anyway, and even if he got a detention for skating indoors, it was worth it when you offered to buy him a coffee in apology for inadvertently getting him caught by the hall monitor.

It was the coffee that turned him into even more of a stuttering mess than he would’ve been. It was also the coffee that gave him the bit of energy and courage he needed to keep talking anyway.

It was the coffee, ultimately, that got that blinding smile turned in his direction. And it was the coffee that got him your number for future conversations, future meetups at the park, and eventually, a date.

The light turns green. Changmin nimbly leaps on his skateboard and rolls across the street, grinning.

Who cares about how it happened, in the end? As long as it did.

Everyone tries to get your attention One by one, honking at you

Honking sounds follow Changmin down the sidewalk as he weaves around office workers rushing home, people ducking in and out of small restaurants and cafes, either alone or holding someone else’s hand. His grin widens at the sight of a laughing couple that just manages to dodge around his board, giggles undeterred by the sudden interruption.

What will it be like when he gets to you? Will the crowds at the park be as large as the ones cluttering the streets? Will he even be able to see you on your bench, surrounded as you might be with children and parents and teenagers trying to get a peek at your guitar?

But I hope my voice can reach you Turn that music on

Does it matter, though? Changmin pauses at another intersection, watching the cars go honking past. Just the same way he can pick out your voice singing above the sound of the guitar, you can pick out his eyes, smiling at you from within the crowd.

You’ve always noticed him. He’s always noticed you.

There’s no reason that should stop now.

I got stuck on you My heart is in chaos right now

God, it feels like nothing’s changed since the day he realized he had a crush on you. His heart still flutters at the sound of your voice, his lips widening in a smile at the thought of your eyes.

I got stuck on you As if I’m stuck in traffic

The traffic light turns red again. Changmin skates across the street, ignoring the impatient honking of cars that follows him down the sidewalk. It’s kind of like the traffic clogging the streets, his adoration for you - stuck in one place, going with the flow but never really seeming to move.

Though if traffic meant he could stay with you forever, he wouldn’t mind it so much, really.

I want drama between you and me Trying to escape this trauma

It’s kind of like a drama, isn’t it? Unnoticeable boy, very noticeable love interest. Though maybe the roles are flipped - very noticeable main character, unnoticeable boy - because it doesn’t feel like Changmin has ever been the protagonist of this story. You’re the main character, and he’s the love interest who will support you in everything that you do.

Drama with you Feeling like it’s rush hour

Changmin grins, feeling wind rush past his face as a car speeds past.

If this is his part in the drama, it isn’t such a bad role to play.

I try to jump right into you But the conversation keeps cutting off

His phone buzzes. Not bothering to stop - you’d yell at him for that, but it isn’t as life-threatening as jay-boarding across the street and you’re not here to scold him for it - Changmin pulls it out, deftly navigating his way around a group of office workers as he accepts the call. “Y/N?”

“Hey, Changmin.” He can hear your smile through the phone. “You on your way?”

“Of course,” he replies, almost affronted. You agreed to meet at six - why would he be late? “Why aren't you playing? Is your little concert over?” You don’t usually end early.

“No, just a lull in traffic.” Your laugh sounds like music. “I’m taking a pause and thought I’d call. Almost here?”

“Almost,” he promises, rolling to a stop at the next intersection with a sigh. “The actual traffic here is murder.”

“Okay, sounds good.” When you pause, Changmin can hear the babbling of a little kid faintly over the phone - something about guitar and please? “I’ve got to go back in a minute. See you soon?”

“Go please your audience,” he replies, smiling. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Get here safe.” You pause again. “You weren’t talking to me while on your board, right?”

Changmin stays silent. His silence is much more telling than anything he’d say, anyway.

“Changmin.”

“Y/N,” he mimics in your tone of voice. Serotonin floods his brain when you snort a laugh into the phone. “I’ll be safe, I promise.”

“You better be,” you warn. “Bye, Changmin.”

It’s alright alright alright Turn that music on

He grins, already looking forward to hearing the strumming of your guitar in person, not over the phone. “Bye, Y/N.”

Everyone tries to get your attention One by one, honking at you

Two intersections later, Changmin finally finds himself at the entrance of the park. Children and their parents still abound despite evening quickly approaching, so he keeps to the sidewalk, carefully avoiding any paths full of shouting kids. It’s okay. Changmin knows the ways to your bench better than the back of his hand. A few honking cars and yelling toddlers can’t keep him from you.

All roads lead to you in Changmin’s world, after all.

I got stuck on you My heart is in chaos right now

The expected crowd surrounds your bench when Changmin finally steps off of his board. Fridays are always the busiest days, after all - people celebrating the end of the work week with a walk in the park and, by chance, some music as well.

He hears you before he sees you, crowds obscuring your face but not your voice that carries sweetly through the air, accompanied by the strumming of your guitar. Changmin didn’t think the smile on his face could get any wider, but when the first chords reach his ears, it somehow does.

Your voice is music, even more so than the instrument in your hands.

I got stuck on you As if I’m stuck in traffic

Then your face appears in a crack between the crowd as Changmin edges his way through, eyes closed in peace as your fingers pluck easily at the guitar strings. And nothing really has changed, nothing at all, just like the traffic stuck in rush hour -

Because as he watches you sing, Changmin feels himself falling in love with you all over again.

I don’t wanna lose you, never I just wanna hold you all day

Sometimes, when Changmin sees you like this, body framed in the pink and gold and orange of the descending sun, he panics. A part of him seems to think that when the sun finally dips below the horizon to be replaced by the moon overhead, it’ll take you with it, sparkling eyes and musical voice and all. Even your guitar. Because in moments like these, it feels a little like you’re an illusion, something too perfect to be true.

But then -

Your eyes open. They search the crowd like they’ve done it a million times (perhaps they have). They meet his, and immediately the sparkle brightens until it’s even brighter than the sun overhead, and it’s then that the panic fades because Changmin knows you’re real. Knows you’re not an illusion.

What illusion would become even more beautiful, after all, just because he happened to be there?

Even if the numbers on the calendar switch up I’m only thinking about you

Day by day, week by week. The routine is the same - you two get home from school, Changmin goes to work while you go home, and if it’s a Friday or a surprisingly free weekday, he’ll meet you at the park at six, like clockwork. You’ve been doing this for months now, almost a year - if it were anything else, Changmin is sure he would’ve gotten bored at this point.

But when you smile at him again before turning to the crowd and announcing your last song, Changmin knows he could never find it in himself to be bored with this. It’s you, after all, always you.

Day by day, week by week, it’s always been you.

You’re swimming in my ocean The waves keep growing larger

You sing a last song with a lilting voice, something about oceans and sunlight and waves whirling around you like the warmest hug. Changmin’s smile softens as you sing, fingers tapping his board not out of ennui this time, but to keep the beat of the music flowing from your guitar and from your lips. The waves of your voice wrap their arms around him, growing, growing, settling soft on his skin.

You’re swimming in my ocean You’re on my mind

Waves, crashing waves that mix with laughter and warm sunlight beaming down on the water. The beach is a couple of hours away - Changmin wonders if you might like to go when summer comes and you have a little more time to spare - but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s already swimming, laughing in the ocean of your voice.

I got stuck on you My heart is in chaos right now

You finish the song with a last chord and a smile, bowing in reply to the childish shouts and claps from the audience. Changmin lifts up his board to join the applause, eyes fixed on you and you only as you turn around to finally meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he says, and he knows you hear his voice even over the applause still carrying all around you.

Your smile widens as you step forward to give him a kiss. “Hey, yourself.”

I got stuck on you As if I’m stuck in traffic

Changmin helps you pack up your guitar, helps you organize the loose change and bills that some kind people left in the case. You get excited when you realize it’s enough to treat him to a meal that you make him swear not to pay for - he’ll try to, you both know, it’s just a matter of being faster than the other - and then Changmin lifts up his board with one hand and takes yours in the other. His fingers tangle with yours automatically, a promise to never let go. “Should we go?”

You nod, smiling. “Come on.”

I want drama between you and me Trying to escape this trauma Drama with you

It really is like a drama, Changmin thinks as you two walk out of the park, hands still locked together as you enter the busy streets once more. It’s cheesy, definitely, but does it matter? It’s the only way he can describe this perfection of the moment, holding hands with you as you argue over where to eat for dinner.

Changmin leans down to kiss your nose. You laugh at the touch of his lips to your skin, fingers involuntarily squeezing his.

He swears he hears music in his ears.

I want drama between you and me Trying to escape this trauma

Definitely cheesy. Definitely a drama.

You smile at him, and his heart flutters.

But when you make him feel this way, does it really matter?

Drama with you feeling like it’s rush hour

Another light turns green before you can make it across the intersection, so Changmin pulls you to a stop before you can accidentally take the next step into the street. “Now do you know why I’m always so impatient?” he asks, casting a pointed glance at the board under his arm.

“Yeah, kind of.” You roll your eyes. “Maybe we should stop agreeing to meet at rush hour.”

Six o’clock. Peak traffic. Rush hour. Just like Changmin’s mind, forever stuck on you, waiting at a traffic light that never seems to change.

But when he’s stuck on you, it really isn’t so bad.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I like it.”

Your eyes sparkle into his. Changmin squeezes your hand and smiles.

“I think we can keep it as is.”

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vanillasugarcubes · 3 years

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MC defending Beel

A/N: of course i can! I hope you like it:)

MC defending Beel

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Keeping track of time in the Devildom was hard. There was no sun, clouds, moon, or wind. With no weather or anything really, you had no way to figure time out- other than your D.D.D and clocks of course. But it was time for breakfast, you felt it in your bones. Maybe it’s cause you’ve been here almost two years, maybe it’s Maybelline, but today was your day for breakfast. And you had ideas. Something in the air today just screamed “extra”, “go the extra mile today!”, or it might have been actual screams. Who knows? Anyway, you were in the kitchen, bright and early to make these custom plates for each of the brothers. After all, they’ve given you two whole years of fun adventures, and great memories. They’ve made you feel more happy than you have ever been. So why not just do something small for them? You were on your phone, it was plugged in and you were looking online for some human-world breakfast foods. Obviously, you would do a Japanese breakfast for Levi, an Instagram influencer breakfast for Asmo- I mean, Devilgram influencer, a large breakfast burrito for Beel, maybe a bowl of oatmeal for Belphie, low effort, just like him god damn gremlin-

and so on. there’s each have their own dish. and before you knew it, Mammon came down to the kitchen yelling out “dammit! why do I have to wake up and make food for everyone?! Wait- my cooking’s so great I’ll be able to open a store and make a whole hell of a lot of Grimm!” he kinda mumbled kinda yelled out to himself. It was obvious he had been up late and was oh so very tired. “mc? it’s like you read my mind! there ya’ go, think in’ like the great Mammon!” he chirped, finally noticing you there, in your pajamas with an apron on making 7 dishes with their own color pallets and such. He sat and stared at the dishes in silence. “you…made breakfast? it isn’t your day for breakfast though?” he slowly spoke. “I….I wanted to do something nice for you all. So I made everyone breakfast, but each dish is based off of personality and food preferences. Now go back to your room until I get you, you’re embarrassing me!” you yelled out, red covering your face. You didn’t like doing nice things for people, too much energy and this…this was so off your edgy aesthetic. like, super off. And for Mammon to walk in and see you in a frilly cat apron? bye bye life.

“breakfast was amazing, (y/n), thank you for this.” Satan praised quietly. “just thought i’d show you how it’s done” you joke, throwing him a playful wink. a smile crept to your face as you realized this sounds like something out of a slice of life anime. Which is something Levi would never ever watch with you. Speaking of Levi, he had a bit of a fanboy moment where he squealed and turned red. He was also so enamored with his game he completely forgot about his customized breakfast. He kept mumbling to himself, something about you being not such a “normie” after all. idk tho wasn’t paying attention too much. You expected this, Levi would forget about breakfast and play his game, and then complain when Beel ate his. just like every morning. You felt your heart drop into a bottomless pit. In your hard work you had forgotten the most important thing; the fact that everyone needs to eat. including you but that’s not for now. Beel ate Levi’s breakfast the second he started getting into his game. The one thing you didn’t prepare for. “do you ever think before you act? are you all stomach and no brain? I want my food back. now” Levi seethed at Beel. “I can throw it up, but I’m not sure you’d want to eat vomit..” Beel admitted, looking at the ground trying to avoid Levi and the scary aura around him. “I don’t care! Give it!” Levi yelled back, making you flinch at the sudden loud voice. Admittedly, you thought it was absolutely positively 10000% adorable how Beel was always hungry. it was just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 to you. Everyone else was more focused on their own breakfast, except Belphie, who was still in bed, of course. You should say something. After all, you could always make Levi breakfast another day. Or right now, if he really wanted to throw a fit. “A-actually, Levi? it’s totally fine. it’s actually on me, I completely forgot to prepare for this. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow. I think it’s kinda cute how Beel’s always hungry. Now let’s go, it’s your turn to walk me to RAD and I have to take some quick notes at the library cause I slept through last class” you said quickly as not not let any of the brothers process what you said.

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this took like three months 😬😬😬 i deeply apologize for taking so long.

#obey me x reader #coley writes <3 #obey me beel x mc #beelzebub x mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan

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dr-addieramsey · 3 years

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Movie Night

Book : Open Heart - Post book 3 (A few weeks after they said their ' I love you's ')

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey X F!MC(Adelaide Nicholson)

Category : Fluff

Rating : Teen+

Summary : It' s just a simple movie night with zero plot....

A/N : This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it turns out to be trashy. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes........

It was Friday night and Ethan was sitting in his living room, a medical journal in his one hand and a glass of scotch in another. His apartment was quiet and he was really grateful for the silence. It had been a hectic week. Being the Chief of Medicine was not an easy job and all he really wanted to do was enjoy his night and the next day off. Jenner was sitting by his feet.

Although he was really enjoying the silence a part of him wished that his girlfriend was there with him. Girlfriend. Although the term seemed juvenile he still couldn't believe he got to call her his. The beautiful Head of Diagnostics always soothed his mind and felt like home. He had no idea how she did that but he was grateful that he had her in his life. Ever since he had told her a few weeks back that he loved her and she - to his relief - had said those words back they both were over-the-moon happy.

This week although she had been really busy. The Diagnostics team had a really tough case assigned to them two days back and being the head of the team she had the responsibility to solve it as soon as possible before the patient got worse. On top of that she also had to review resumes and select a new member for the team. After Ethan left the team there was one spot on the team which needed to be filled. This meant extra work for her. Ethan had offered to help her with the interviews but everyone she just said "You already have so much on your plate being the chief of medicine and anyways it's the part of the job so I have to do it. Right?" He was proud of her as her mentor and boyfriend.

But tonight he just wished she could be with him. Although he had seen her in the evening before leaving the hospital he really missed her. His train of thought was interrupted by his phone that started buzzing. He looked at the caller ID and saw Tobias' name. He was in no mood to pickup the call yet he hit the 'accept call' option.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ethan! We just diagnosed the case we got two days back and we were about to go for some drinks to Donahue's. You wanna come?"

"Is Addie with you?" If she was with them and going for drinks, Ethan would go there no matter how strongly he wanted to avoid drunk interns and idiots who wanted to talk to him.

"No. We asked her to come with us but she said she had paperwork to complete. Last I saw her she was in the office. Now, answer my question. You're coming or not?"

"Thanks for asking but I'd rather sit at home and enjoy the peace of my apartment. You enjoy. Congratulations on the solve. Bye." Ethan immediately end the call before Tobias could say another word. He placed his phone on the table and picked up his journal. His phone started buzzing again. This time he picked it up without checking who it was expecting it to be Tobias again.

"Tobias I told you I don't want to go!"

"You should really stop treating him like that babe." Addie said in her melodious voice. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he heard her voice at the other side of the line.

"Addie! Sorry I thought it was Tobias again. So, are you still at the hospital?"

"Nope! I just left. I was really missing you. What are you doing?"

"Reading a medical journal, drinking scotch and missing you."

"Yeah? You're missing me?"

"Ofcourse..." Before Ethan could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Just a second, love. There is someone at the door." He started moving towards the door."Who could be there so late?" he muttered to himself. As soon as he opened the door he was delighted to see who was at the door. Adelaide stood at the door. She looked exhausted yet beautiful. A smile made its way on her face when she saw him.

"Hi!"

"Hello, baby!" He immediately pulled her in for a kiss. Both of them let a contended sigh when the broke the kiss. Jenner came to the door wiggling his tail. She scratched him behind his ear a few times. She took of her shoes and and coat. He immediately guided her in the living room towards the couch.

"You want something to eat or drink?"

"Yes please! Can you order some pizza or maybe make some popcorn? I would like to watch a movie with you after I take a shower, only if you want to ofcourse."

"Okay, I'll make popcorn and order pizza. You go take a shower."

She made her way to the bedroom and Ethan headed to the kitchen to make popcorn

~15 minutes later ~

Ethan was on the couch ready with blankets and popcorn. Pizza had arrived a few minutes back. Everything was set up.

Adelaide walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing his black hoodie and she had her blonde hair braided. How does she manage to look beautiful in everything, he thought to himself. She smelled lilies and vanilla because of her body wash. He loved spending his nights with her in his arms.

She snuggled next to him on the couch, her head on his chest. His arm immediately went around her shoulders as if it was second nature. Everything felt right.

"So rom-com or horror?" she asked him

"What the hell is rom-com Rookie?"

"Oh my god, Ethan you are ancient. Rom-com means romantic comedy!" She started laughing and he swore it was one of his favourite sounds.

"You're not subjecting me to that kind of stuff. Let's watch horror."

"Okay! But fair warning, I scream a lot. Your ears may start to bleed. Also save me if in have a heart attack."

"Nothing will happen to you. I'll protect you." he said laughing.

"Okay Mr. Knight in shining Armor. I'm starting the movie now."

~Half-way into the movie~

Addie was practically sitting in Ethan's lap by now. Everytime she suspected a horror scene coming up she closed her eyes and buried her head in his shoulder. She was screaming at the actors to not go in that direction or to ignore the sounds and Ethan couldn't control his laughter. As much as he would've enjoyed to just sit in silence and cuddle he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"NO! NO! NO! DON'T GO THERE YOU FOOL! HE WILL KILL YOU! OH MY GOD, ETHAN HE IS GOING TO DIE!"

"Scream a little louder and maybe he'll listen to you Rookie. Don't worry as I said I'll protect you." Ethan said laughing loudly this time. The next thing that Ethan's mind registered was a bunch of popcorn hitting his face.

"First you protect yourself!" He was not the type of person to start food fights while watching movies, but she brought out a side of him that he didn't know he had. He also picked a few popcorn and threw them at her. She filled her hands with popcorn and got up from the couch. Ethan aslo took the bowl.

"You sir, have started a fight." She threw more popcorn at him. He reacted immediately throwing popcorn at her.

"Ethan stop! It'll get stuck in my hair!"

"You're the one who started it Rookie." He got up and wrapped his arms around her. They both were looking in each other's eyes. Blue and green met and both were filled with adoration.

"I love you, Addie"

"I love you too, Ethan"

Their lips met in a kiss. It was soft and gentle at first and then it grew passionate. Their mouths danced together. She put her hands on his chest and he put his and on the small of his back. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.

"I think we have had enough of the movie. I have better ideas."

"Well I never say no to 'better ideas.' "

He lifted her and she started giggling. He carried her to the bedroom and shut the door.

~The next morning~

Ethan woke up when the sunshine entered the room. He moved his hand to the other side of the bed and it was cold. He groaned and got up. He started looking for Addie around the apartment.

When Ethan entered the kitchen he saw some pancakes and a cup of coffee on the table. It looked like it was freshly made. He smiled when he saw the sight. He moved towards the table he saw a note beside the plate. He picked it up and started reading.

Good morning,

I had to leave early for my shift. I made you breakfast. I'll come back in the evening. I'll have my break 10 a.m. Call me if you're free. Enjoy your day off. I'll miss you all day long. Love you.

Addie❤️

P.S. : I gave Jenner his food

Ethan was filled with love for this woman. He considered himself the luckiest man in the universe and promised to never let her go.

I know it was wierd 😂. Again I'm sorry for any mistakes.......

@openheartfanfics

#open heart fanfiction #open heart #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc

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taleasnewastime · 4 years

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Break my heart

Yoongi x reader genre: fluff; angst word count: 2.1k

a/n: Based off the song “Break my heart” by Dua Lipa. Theres slight angst but overall it’s very fluffy. As always I hope you enjoy!

The sound in the room grew audibly louder and you glanced over the top of your drink to see what the commotion was all about. A man walked through the entrance; he wore a simple oversized black top with skinny black jeans ripped at the knee. His face was somber as he glanced round the room but you could tell he was enjoying the attention. You took another sip of your drink as you continued to stare, intrigued by the new figure. Although he hadn’t taken more than a few steps through the door there was already a few people gathered around him trying to get his attention, but failing. He slowly made his way over to the bar and said something to the bar man who nodded his head and started to make whatever concoction the man had ordered. The man continued to scan the room meeting your eyes for a brief second before moving on. You gave a sigh as you turned away to take another sip of your drink and glance down at your watch. You were supposed to meet your friend here 10 minutes ago but she was currently a no show. You didn’t even want to come out and would’ve stayed at home if it wasn’t for her. You decided you’d give her a total of 30 minutes from when you were supposed to meet to show up, otherwise you were going. 20 minutes to go. You looked down at your watch again mentally setting a timer.

You looked back up to where the man was sitting, drink now in his hand. Some beautiful woman was talking to him, or more, at him, as he looked like he couldn’t care less. As you took in more of his features; dyed brown hair falling straight over his forehead, moon shaped eyes and a downward mouth, you recognised him from almost every billboard and TV advert. Now you understood why everyone was trying to gain his attention. It was Min Yoongi from BTS.

You took another sip of your drink finishing it off. Maybe you should buy another drink. You look down at your watch to see if you had time to buy another. However, your thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind you.

“Hello,” a male voice sounded from behind you.

You spin around in your chair to make eye contact with the guy who had everyone’s attention. Why the hell was he over here and why the hell was he speaking to you? You continued to stare at him in shock.

“Hello,” Yoongi repeated, both of you staring into each other’s eyes this time.

It was at that moment that you knew you should definitely have stayed at home.

After that night you and Yoongi started to casually see each other.

At the bar he bought you a drink after introducing himself, although you already knew who he was. You chatted for a while before your friend finally showed up and broke up whatever was going on between the two of you. He took your number and left the bar.

You thought that would be the end of it. Not that it even started. But a few days later your phone pinged with a message from the man himself. You met up for more drinks in a different bar. You had noted how again everyone stared at him as he walked through the room. Centre of attention. He went back to yours after the drinks and that’s when he started sleeping over.

It was always that way round. He always slept at yours, not that you minded. He would show up with food or alcohol and you would chat on your living room floor until the early hours when things always started to get heated.

The next morning, he would always leave before breakfast no matter how many times you offered. Once he was gone you would always be in a trance. You still wish you’d stayed at home that night at the bar when you met him, you were doing so much better before, when you were alone. Now you can't get this man out of your head. He is all you think about and you wonder if you stay in his mind when he leaves your flat. You know this is a ridiculous thought. He is Yoongi, he could get any girl he wants and you are just here to pass the time until the next best thing comes along. But however much this pained you can't let him go and cling onto the nights when he turns up to your flat.

“Y/N,” he says your name like you’ve never heard it before. You feel his hand run down your bare back and you can feel the sunlight on your face as it streams through your open curtains. This is the time of day you hate the most as you know he is about to leave you.

You groan slightly as you turn around to look at him. His hair, which has recently been dyed blonde, is a mess on top of his head and his eyes are puffy from sleep.

“I need to head off soon,” he whispers as you curl up into him.

“Can I tempt you with some food before you go?” You ask this every morning and his answer is always the same.

“Why do you do this to me?” He grumbles into your neck.

“What? Try to be a good host and offer you some food?” You laugh at him.

“You know I would love to stay, but I can’t. I have work.”

“Just this once can’t you be a bit late.”

“Do you really want me to stay?” He holds you back so he can look into your eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You state, forehead scrunching slightly in confusion. You thought you had made your feelings perfectly clear to him.

He stares a bit longer before humming and pulling you back into a hug.

“What is this Yoongi?” You mumble into his chest, not sure if he can make out what you’re saying.

“I don’t know,” he sighs, squeezing you hard before letting go and standing up gathering his clothes and putting them on.

You pull the covers around you as you watch him dress.

“So tonight. Shall I bring over that take-away we had last week that you loved.”

You thought for half a second as you watched him trying to flatten his hair in the mirror. “Sure,” you smile at him as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Great. I can't wait,” he walks over to kiss you on the forehead before turning to walk out the door, “I'll see you tonight then,” he gave one last glance back before walking out the door.

“Bye,” you whispered to yourself as you hear your front door open and close.

You flop back on to your bed with a groan. A thought runs through your head am I falling in love with the one that could break my heart?

That night a knock on your front door makes you jump. You have to stop yourself from running to the door knowing who it will be. You take a deep breath in before pulling the door open.

Yoongi is leant up against the door frame, take-out bag in hand, baseball cap on his head and in all black.

“Hello,” he smirks at you. He says it the same way he did on the evening you met each other and it still doesn’t fail to make your heart skip a few beats.

You don’t say anything in return, just simply step aside signalling for him to enter. You grab the bag off him as he walks past you and you head to the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home. I’ve put some wine in the living room,” you say over your shoulder.

You grab some plates and begin to dish up the food into something that looked semi presentable. As you walk into the living room you notice Yoongi messaging someone on his phone. As you approach him, he quickly shoves his phone away and you think nothing of it.

“Thanks for getting this,” you say as you place the dish in front of him.

“And thanks for getting this,” he says back presenting you with a glass of wine that you clink with his. His phone pings, signalling he has received a text, but he ignores it.

“So how was your day?” He asks.

“Tiring. I have that big project due in by the end of the week and I feel like it's all falling on me to finish it. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’ll get there. And I’m sure whatever you are doing is great, they wouldn’t trust you with this if you weren’t.”

You gave him a small smile before taking another sip of your wine. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that, it's too stressful. How was your day?”

Before he could respond his phone pings again.

“Am I keeping you from someone?” You slightly laugh as he continues to ignore his phone. Inside your heart picks up a bit. You always felt like this thing you had going on with Yoongi was too good to be true and he must have some other women lined up. His phone buzzing with incoming texts only confirmed this in your mind.

“Nope.” He replies, but his cheeks betray him as they start to go red. “My day was great. I managed to record some more for that song I wrote.”

“That’s amazing Yoongi! How much have you got left to do before it’s finished?” You know he is avoiding talking about the mystery texter and you decide to go with it.

“Urm, not too much. Just a few tweaks here and there should do it,” he says as he starts spooning food into his mouth.

“And then do I get to hear it?”

He starts to go red again. And then as if he couldn’t go any redder, his phone signals another text coming in.

“Seriously, if I’m stopping you from seeing someone I won't be offended,” your voice comes out sharper than you mean it to as you start to get a tad angry.

“It’s no one seriously,” he half mumbles, eyes to the floor.

“I’m sure she’s beautiful. And probably more fun than me. So seriously if this evening is stopping you, I’m not going to be offended if you leave.”

“What are you on about Y/N?” Yoongi looks up at you, eyes puzzled, nose slightly scrunched in confusion.

“We both know you could have anyone you want. I’ve seen the way everyone looks at you when you walk into a room. And I’ve seen the way you enjoy how everyone looks at you,” your rambles reveal all your insecurities.

“What’s brought this on Y/N?”

“What is this Yoongi?” You sigh, defeated.

“I told you last night, I don’t know,” his voice soft.

“Well maybe we should discuss that. I think I’m falling in love with you.” You say the words with your eyes on his crossed legs, voice just as soft as his.

The silence that endures is shattering. Your eyes look up to meet his. His face is in shock.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s just I can’t not tell you anymore. You’re all I think about when you’re not here. You’re all I look forward to in my day. And if you don’t come in the evening I can’t sleep at night.” You sigh as you continue to stare at him, his face still in shock. “Listen. Like I said if I’m keeping you from something better, I won't be offended if you want to go.”

“There’s nothing better,” he finally speaks out.

You give a small smile at him. He pushes his plate away and crawls over to you pushing you so that you are lying on your back and he is hovering over you.

“There’s nothing better,” he repeats, eyes staring into yours. “I only ever want to be here with you. It kills me when I have to leave for work every day. And it’s the best part of my day when I get to knock on your door and see it open to your face. It was the best decision I’ve ever made to go and say hello to you at that bar.”

You lean up to kiss him and he takes your lips in his.

“It was Jungkook texting me. He keeps asking me to bring you round to ours,” he smiles down at you. “And I will. I just want you to myself a little longer.”

You give a small laugh, pleased your earlier thoughts were wrong “OK, just please don’t break my heart.”

“I’ll try not to,” he says before kissing you again.

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anythingbutmar · 4 years

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Family meetings (mistake pt.2)

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: After gaining information from Five you realize that the world is ending and you and Diego need a way to save the girls.

A/N: I know I covered a lot of stuff here, and I promise I’ll eventually get to the 60′s but I just think this serves for a multiparter and that’s what I plan on doing, hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: slight plot changes, teensy tiny bit of angst.

The next few days were a bit of a mess, Diego had to do a bunch of police work regarding some shootings and you gladly took the permit that your job gave you when a close relative died. You were in no way close to Reginald, but you still needed to process the fact that Five had appeared from the future rambling about stuff that Diego couldn’t understand.

After their meeting and the funeral he had told you everything he had gathered from it, which wasn’t much. “It was just a lot of nerdy words that you would have understood better than me.” He had said.

And so, now you were determined to know how the hell was he back there and why he seemed so worried all the time, you just needed to figure out what to do with your daughters, which led to where you were right now: knocking on Allison’s door, after trying with Vanya, who lived close to your place but wasn’t there, apparently.

“Hey girl, remember you owe me one from that time I covered you and Luther sneaking to Griddy’s years ago? Right, so I need you to take care of the girls for the day. Luna has some pending homework and Amber needs to take her vitamins at 2:00, okay? Have fun girls! I love you both!”

“Y/N wait, I have to-”

“I won’t take long I promise! Bye!” You yelled from the staircase.

Game on, little Five.

Your years of nightly adventures with Diego had made you quite observant, which helped a lot, since Five didn’t bother on leaving any information of his whereabouts, but you had seen him staring at what seemed to be a glass eye, and there was only one prosthetics factory near, so you gave it a shot and quelle surprise! There he was, yelling at some doctor, sweet as always.

“Oh jeez I’m so sorry! My son was severely damaged from this one time he fell from a tree and he tends to make up stories.” You interrupted, almost laughing at Five’s face. “I thought I had lost you, silly! Now let’s go.” You grabbed him by the ear with your hand heated and started leaving the room. “I apologize for his aggressive behavior! I promise you won’t ever see him again.” You stated before walking out and then poof! He was gone!

“Little shit.” You muttered before running outside where you found him standing calmly with that know-it-all smirk of his, he was rubbing his ear, which brought you huge satisfaction.

“What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

“What? Can’t I look after my beloved brother in law?” You batted your eyelashes and he gave you a deadpan look. “Okay, fine. I need you to tell me how you got here and why the hell do you have a fake eye?”

“And why would I do such a thing?” He asked, tapping his chin with irony.

“Because I can understand you! Your siblings may not but science is sort of my thing, I can help you.”

“Well, can you tell me how to stop the apocalypse?” He snapped.

“The what now?”

“The what now?” Diego repeated with a confused look.

“The apocalypse, he said we just have a few days to stop it and our only clue is a freaking eye.”

“And meanwhile Luther’s worried about a goddamned monocle.” Diego shook his head, sitting by your side on the bed. “He came by today, you know? To bring the girls and talk about that stupid thing which doesn’t matter at all, because the world’s ending anyways. The worst thing was that he kept mocking me about naming our daughter after the moon, he said it was because I missed him! I didn’t even think of that!”

“Don’t be like that honey, we’ll figure something out, for now I have an idea to make you feel bett-”

“Mommy?” Luna opened the door, rubbing her eyes. “I had a nightmare.”

“It’s ok baby, let’s go tuck you in ok?” You were about to stand before she gave you puppy eyes.

“Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight, pleaaaaase!” You looked at Diego and instantly knew. He could never resist his older daughter’s puppy eyes.

“Alright, come here, what was it about anyways?” You asked as she climbed on the bed, laying between you two.

“I can’t remember well, I think there was a big boom and suddenly everyone was gone! The whole planet was gone!” She made a gesture with her tiny hands and you shared a wide eyed look with Diego. So far, Luna hadn’t shown any signs of an ability, but how could she know about something that hadn’t happened yet?

You refilled your glass of water with your power before taking a large sip and passing it to your husband, who was caressing your daughter’s sleeping face in shock.

“Are you think-”

“Mommy? Luna scared me.” Amber entered your room and without even asking climbed on your bed and laid on Diego’s chest, immediately closing her eyes at the feeling of her dad’s heartbeat.

“I guess it’s sleepover night then.” He chuckled.

Next morning Diego gave you all a kiss on the forehead and left you a note saying he had to work early because there was another shooting at the mall, leaving you to have an all girls morning, which excited you to no end. You loved Diego more than you could ever possibly say, but you also loved having your own time with the kids, who loved it just as much.

You turned the radio on and started preparing pancakes for the three of you, flinching slightly in disgust at the thought of Diego’s favorite breakfast: a raw egg. You never understood him avoiding the possibility of a warm tasty meal, in reality, you never agreed much in terms of habits. For example, you enjoyed drinking sometimes, as you had discovered during that fateful night when you were younger, but he wasn’t bothered by it, and neither were you about his healthy way of living, at least most of the time.

And so, you were having a peaceful breakfast, occasionally laughing at Amber’s syrup stained cheeks, when Klaus knocked on the door looking... much like Klaus.

“Hey Y/N/N! Isn’t it hilarious that you married Diego but somehow we both ended up being Five’s hypothetical parents in the eyes of a corrupt doctor?!” He laughed, entering your place and admiring the decorations. “Anyways, hello there my girlies! It’s time for a family meeting!” He sang, making them laugh.

“A family meeting?” You asked, picking up the plates.

“Urgent matter, according to Luther, could be about his newfound muscle for all I care about, but he wants us all there so let’s go baby!” He whispered so his nieces wouldn’t hear him.

“Alright, just let me get ready.”

You arrived at the house and left the girls with Pogo, who started showing them around the greatest places, according to him, and entered the living room with Klaus.

“You’re a bit late, babe.” Diego simply stated gesturing towards everyone’s bored faces.

“Oh, Y/N “just had to get ready.”“ Klaus mocked you, already pouring himself a drink.

“Yeah well, time runs differently when you have kids, buddy.” You said, receiving a glass yourself.

“It so does.” Allison clinked her glass against yours smiling.

After that, Luther showed you a video of Grace and Reginald at the moment of his death, which was followed by a discussion about her state in which you obviously refused to turn her off, she was the closest thing you had to a mother and you would not give up on her, specially knowing how much she meant to Diego and how much Luna and Amber had loved her.

You chose to wait for Five and Diego left to talk to Grace. You were going to follow him but you realized that it was a private matter, and stayed with Vanya, who was the only one left.

“Want one?” You offered and she politely declined. “Alright then, who’s this Leonard?”

“I’m gonna kill Allison.” She turned red and covered her face with her hands.

“Come on Vanya! I might not be your sister but we had our time together too! And besides, I’m a great listener.” You smiled patting the couch, and she finally nodded and sat down. Truthfully, it didn’t take that much to convince Vanya to do something, just a few kind words, which mostly everyone lacked towards her.

And so, the evening went by with both of you laughing at her new crush and remembering past times. You and Vanya had spent many hours together on the academy because for some time she and Grace were tasked with training you because Reginald was too busy with the others, who were on a much more advanced level than you, and so, she kept you running around the staircases and growing plants in the garden. According to Reginald, you could use them as weapons, but you two just thought they were pretty.

In the end the old man was right, you were going to need those damned plants to defend yourself.

After hearing gunshots you saw as the love your life fell right on the couch where you and Vanya had been sitting on.

“Get down!” He whispered and you obeyed, taking Vanya with you. “The girls Y/N, where are they?”

“They’re in Pogo’s room. How many of them?” You asked back, putting your arm around Vanya in a protective matter.

“Just two.”

And right as he said so they entered the room shooting all around until Luther and Allison started fighting them. You stood and saw a large man and a smaller armed woman. Diego and Allison got busy with the guy and you hurried Vanya to a safe corner.

“Stay here!” You told her before running towards the others. They were arguing, for a change and then the couple started shooting again. Diego and Allison ran towards a different direction and you stayed as you noticed the man was now reaching towards Vanya.

“I don’t think so, big man.” You broke the window with a tree branch from the backyard and snatched his weapon with it before kicking him on the stomach, which was completely useless, the guy was huge.

Luckily, Luther appeared which allowed you to go get Vanya. You were about to run with her towards Pogo’s room but you heard screaming, and you looked just as a giant chandelier was about to fall on Luther. You tried to push it with wind but you weren’t fast enough.

Thanks to his strength he was able to lift himself up, revealing his inhumanly hairy chest and arms, a secret well hidden until that moment. Allison tried consoling him but he ran from her. It didn’t matter, you didn’t have time for that.

“I’ll go get them, don’t worry, you go check up on your mom and we’ll meet back home, ok?” You grabbed Diego’s shoulders and he silently nodded, running upstairs.

After making sure there were no scratches on them, you explained what had happened, to which they stopped crying because they both loved a good superhero story. You took both their hands and went home, happy to be in a safe place but with a terrible feeling in your gut, as if you had forgotten something.

You waited up for Diego, who arrived an hour later looking destroyed. “I had to d-do it, s-s-she was already g-gone.” And you understood perfectly, so you cuddled him all night, even though neither of you could sleep. Those guys were still out there, Grace was dead, Five was nowhere to be found and you still felt like something was missing.

Or someone.

“Klaus!” You exclaimed, startling your tired husband.

(Part one here)

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frogs-spawn · 3 years

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it’s true lads, i have actually written something

(this was a prologue of a long canon fic that i’m writing/on hiatus on (oops) but i was thinking of changing the pov of it, so this doesn’t fit in it anymore) i may end up finishing the canon one, but it is long, so it probably won’t see the light of day, but we’ll see

anyway, here’s the ao3 link if you would like to read it on there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31116254

a tragic twist of fate:

summary: the lupin family are enjoying a quiet evening, when an unwelcome visitor shows up, changing all of their lives forever.

word count: 1.6k

The sun was setting, casting a burning haze across the sea, and subsequently over the unsuspecting cul-de-sac in the Gower. The pebble-dashed bungalows that hugged the road were quaint and uniform, with a meagre patch of grass out the front that barely constituted as a garden. All things considered; it was a very normal street. There were the Jones', with their tiny Yorkshire terrier, which was small in size but easily compensated with its tremendous bark. The Thomas', who were always out the front regardless of the weather, observing the street's comings and goings. The Liu's, whose windows were constantly filled with an assortment of different lights, illuminating the street, making it feel like Christmas every day. Opposite them, were the Lupin's. There was Lyall, who has a mysterious job that no one is quite able to figure out exactly what it entails; his wife, Hope, who made sure that the whole street was well and truly fed; finally, their 5-year-old son, Remus, who's usually found playing out on the empty street.

Remus, as expected, was having a game of tag with Julia from across the road when his mother called out from the front door. She had thick blonde hair, slightly greying at the crown of her head, which was tied up into a loose bun, the fly-always whipping the side of her face, which was covered slightly with gravy.

"Remus, it's time to come in now. Your father has just gotten home, and dinner's almost ready."

"But Mammy! I'm not even tired," Remus pleaded, shouting back, a little breathless. "Can we have a few more minutes? Please?"

"It's okay, Mrs Lupin." Julia panted, brushing her dark fringe from out of her eyes, it was a miracle she could even see. She was a few years older than Remus but was still somehow shorter than the boy (who was only slightly tall for his age). "I think my parents want me back soon anyway." She turned to Remus and smiled, "We're going to go out and play again tomorrow, aren’t we Re?”

"Yeah, okay then. I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!" Remus chirped back, with some newfound energy. He then proceeded to hurtle up the driveway and stumble through the front door.

“Not even going to give your old mammy a cwtch?” Hope laughed, following her son through the door, shoving her hands into her pockets.

He clambered onto his chair at the kitchen table and watched eagerly as his mother took a roast lamb out of the oven and began to dish it out on to mismatched plates. There were roast potatoes, which were crispy on the outside, but still fluffy and buttery on the inside, peas, carrots, and parsnips - that were roasted to perfection, and it was all smothered with thick gravy that was laden with salt and had the potential to clog up your arteries – but if it’s bad for you then that meant it would probably delicious. Remus’ mouth was practically watering.

"Now, as you've been running around all afternoon, I'll give you the extra roastie, how about that?" Hope smiled down at Remus, scooping a roast potato onto the plate.

Lyall stooped into the kitchen at that moment, placing his tattered briefcase down onto the splintered wooden counter and bent over to kiss his wife on the head. He was tall and lanky with brown curly hair that was just starting to thin. He wore deep navy robes over the top of a well-fitted suit, looking as if he had just walked out of a very important meeting. He could have been a very intimidating man if it weren't for the way his eyes lit up and his mouth formed a crooked grin when he looked adoringly across his small family, with an immense sense of pride.

"This looks wonderful, darling. What did I ever do to deserve you?" he laughed as went over to his son and ruffled his hair. "According to Mrs Thomas, you've been charging up and down the road all day! No wonder you look knackered." He fell into the chair next to him, as Hope brought the dinner over.

The family ate with easy conversation. Hope explained how she had heard from Mrs Thomas that Mrs Jones was apparently putting empty wine bottles into her recycling bin and Lyall explained his new case at work, but it seemed boring, so Remus didn't pay it much attention. He wolfed his food down so quickly, barely stopping for a breath, his poor mother thought he might end up with indigestion.

"Stay in your own lane, Lyall, that's what they said," Lyall explained in between mouthfuls, gesturing at no one in particular with his fork. "They won't believe me though, and that Greyback has been released again, the man makes my skin crawl." He used air quotes when describing him and huffed, as he took another bite out of his roast. "It's madness, I told them that. Did they listen? No. Cases of lycanthropy are going up and it's because of creatures like them. String 'em all up for all I care. Bloody werewolves.”

"Not at the table Lyall," Hope piped in, sensing that her husband was about to go on another one of his world-renowned rants. "I understand it's a pain, especially if no one listens to you at work, but let's keep dinner time a happy affair, don't you think?"

"Yeah, no, sorry love" he gave her a sweet smile, which she returned. "Anyway. Did you have you had fun today, Re?"

The boy looked up and nodded quickly. "Yeah, me and Julia played lots of games. We had a race to see who was faster. And I won!" he exclaimed, talking at the speed of a hundred miles per hour, he spread his arms for dramatic effect and sat up higher in his chair. "She said I was cheating, but I wasn't, I promise!"

"No, of course, you weren't." Lyall laughed and looked down at his son like he was the most precious thing in the world.

After dinner, the family were positioned around the small-rickety fire pit that was positioned in the corner of the patio, made up of broken slabs of concrete with weeds emerging like great vines through the gaps. The fire crackled and spat, specks of charred wood and the burning flame releasing swirling smoke into the atmosphere. They sat on wobbly wooden chairs, that they had gotten from the charity shop, which were starting to rot and covered in splinters. However, Hope had made some colourful and slightly garish cushions, so it was incredibly comfortable, despite the small risk of the chairs collapsing from underneath them. Hope was sat with a pair of knitting needles in hand, focusing on the burgundy jumper that Remus would undoubtedly get for Christmas in a couple of months time. Remus sat opposite and was looking eagerly at his father, who was making the little old wooden figurines of soldiers that Hope collected do an Irish jig across the uneven stone.

Then, there was a rustling in the undergrowth at the far end of the garden. The birds that had nested and settled in for the evening took flight, flying off into the rising moon, bright and beautiful.

"What on earth could that be?" Hope wondered out loud, staring out into the distance, squinting her eyes.

'I'll go check it out.” Lyall chuckled as he pushed himself out of the chair. "Probably just a fox, I shall go shoo it away."

He wandered to the end of the garden, managing to avoid the snail hotel Remus had built a year ago. He lit up his wand so that he could see at least three steps ahead of himself.

It was a surprise that it remained standing, despite the howling gales and torrential rain it had to endure, it stayed. For as long as he could remember, Remus looked after the snails in the hotel, gave them any leftover lettuce. They were his favourite magical creatures. It fascinated him, the way they could stick to the walls and go upside down, the only way that was possible, Remus decided, was magic. Lyall didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

"Ah, Lyall Lupin. Just the man I wanted to see." An unfamiliar voice snarled. The voice was deep and ragged as if it had been strained from screaming too loud "Fancy seeing you here."

“Fenrir.” Lyall cut back, voice curt but contained a small tremble. "Leave me and my family alone and take your unpleasant business somewhere else." He straightened his jacket and stood rigidly, making himself taller. But the figure, Fenrir, stood a head above him, despite his hunched posture.

"I don't think that would be necessary." He countered, his voice becoming more and more menacing. "How is your family? I'd love to meet them." He shoved Lyall out of the way, causing him to lose balance and he stumbled into the hedge.

“Hope! Remus! Get into the house and lock the door!” Lyall shouted, desperately, unable to keep up with Greyback, who was striding across the garden.

Hope quickly grabbed her things and ran, pushing open the back door with a creak.

“Remus, come on lamb, into the house.” Hope coaxed from the door, trying to sound as calm as possible.

But Remus stayed rooted to the spot, unmoving, fixed and waiting, staring into the monster before him.

Fenrir Greyback was a giant of a man, towering easily over 6 feet tall. He was unkempt and greasy, covered in black matted hair. His deceitful yellowing eyes emitting nothing venom. Remus scrambled off of the chair and edged slowly towards his mother. It was too late.

Their eyes locked. A deal had been struck.

Under the silver moon, Greyback's manic grin turned pointed and wider. Bones cracked, twisted, and popped. Hair became thicker, wired, and coarse. Tortured hands and feet transformed into gnarly claws. His previously crooked nose became a leathery, wet, snout.

Barring his teeth, Fenrir Greyback took a couple of paces forward, crushing the hotel under a monstrous paw, towards a terrified Remus Lupin.

And pounced.

#remus lupin #hope lupin #lyall lupin #fenrir greyback #young remus lupin #marauders era #marauders fic #hp fic #cait has actually written something #(don't worry i'm as surprised as you are)#sorry this is quite sad

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skzsauce01 · 4 years

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42nd Moon Pt 1

Description: By some stroke of luck, you get off the waitlist of your biology class. You’d never have guessed you’d find your soulmate there, let alone that he already has a girlfriend... Or that he comes from a fraternity of werewolves.

Warning: none

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: werewolf!Jisung x fem!reader, werewolf!Hyunjin x fem!reader

A/N: Please stay healthy during this pandemic! Wash thy handz.

Chapter List

“Is anyone sitting here?”

Jisung raises his head from the homework that he has totally done to see you gesturing to a seat in front of him.

Something about you enthralls him. He swallows down a lump in his throat before being able to answer. “Yeah, but there isn’t anyone there.” He points to the seat left of where you indicated towards.

“Thanks,” you say with a smile.

“I’m Jisung,” he introduces himself. “Just got off the waitlist?”

“Y/N,” you return. “And yeah. I hope I‘m not too far behind.”

“Not at all,” Jisung shakes his head. “I’d show you my notes, but it’s probably better if you looked at Hyunjin’s.” He gestures to the chair you asked about earlier. “He should be here any moment.”

As if on cue, a male walks through the door and greets Jisung with a wave.

The second you lay your eyes on him, you can feel your heart stop and all the heat rush to your face. This phenomenon you have no explanation for. Sure, he is tall and very attractive, but physical traits aren’t enough for you to have this kind of reaction. As if the two of you share the same mind, he too freeze in shock upon laying eyes upon you, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

The only thing that brings the both of you back to reality is a voice from the hall.

“Hyunjin? Are you here already?”

The one you assume is Hyunjin turns around with open arms and greets the girl who bounces through the door. She jumps into them and he wraps them around her.

“Hey, Jiyoung, what are you doing here? Don’t you have another class right now too?”

A pit gouges its way into your stomach when you see another girl latching onto your seat neighbor like that. You furrow your brows, wondering why you are feeling like this, so you shake your head and concentrate on your hands. This is ridiculous, you tell yourself. He has a girlfriend, and you don’t even know him. Still, you begin to gnaw at your cheeks, impatiently awaiting Jiyoung’s departure.

“I just wanted to see you. Here I got you this.” She reaches into her bag and takes out boba.

Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle upon seeing the drink. “Thanks, Sweetie. You’re the best.”

“Of course I am,” she grins. “Alright, I gotta go now.” She tiptoes to give Hyunjin a peck on the lips and then waves to Jisung. “Bye guys!”

Jisung waves back and waits for her to leave before teasing his friend. “Aren’t you two sweet.”

“You’re just jealous,” Hyunjin sighs with a roll of his eyes.

“Anyway,” Jisung transitions, “this is Y/N; she just got off the waitlist. Could you show her your notes?”

Hyunjin turns his head towards you with narrowed eyes. His heartbeat increases along with yours as the two of you make eye contact.

“No,” he mutters.

Jisung blinks in surprise. “What the heck dude? It’s just your notes.” He turns to you. “Sorry, Y/N, he’s not usually like this, I swear.” And back to Hyunjin, “Come on bro. You’re the one who always says no one can read my notes; that’s why we’re asking you.”

Hyunjin grunts but digresses. He leans his head on one hand while handing you his notebook with the other while avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you,” you say uncertainly. Your heart leaps when your fingers come into contact during the transaction.

Jisung apologizes for his friend once more and soon you are busy copying his notes.

Jisung leans forward and whispers to his friend. “Yo, what’s wrong with you? You were totally fine when Jiyoung was here.”

“It’s nothing,” Hyunjin growls.

“Don’t turn wolf on me,” Jisung jokes. “We’re in pu--”

Jisung’s eyes widen once the gears in his brain fit together. With a gasp, he grabs Hyunjin’s wrist and pulls his sleeve up.

“What the heck?” snaps the taller of the two.

“Oh my moon,” Jisung breathes as he stares at the glowing bracelet of a tattoo on Hyunjin’s wrist. The ring of pattern is complete everywhere but a spot on the inside of the wrist, a spot he knows you have the complimenting part. “She’s your soulmate!”

“Could you say that louder?” Hyunjin hisses, pulling his sleeve back down to hide the golden glow.

“Sorry,” Jisung apologizes. “But what about Jiyoung?”

“That’s exactly why I’m being so rude!”

“But she’s your soulmate! You can’t just ignore her!”

“And Jiyoung’s my girlfriend, so what’s your point?” Hyunjin challenges.

“I’m done. Thanks, Hyunjin,” you , unaware of the conversation between the two, interrupt.

Jisung narrows his eyes at his friend while burying his nose in his forearms on the table, thinking about you and Hyunjin’s decision for the rest of the lecture.

“You’ve got to tell Chan.”

“No I don’t! We just have to get through this semester without any incident and everything will go back to normal.”

“You can’t do that; you aren’t physically capable of that!”

“Why not? You should know better than anyone that we’re just fine without our soulmates.”

Jisung bites his lip and twiddles his thumbs.

Hyunjin realizes what he said and quickly rubs his friend on the back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay. I mean, I see your point and Jiyoung’s really great, but I think we should still tell Chan.”

“I--”

“Tell me what?”

Jisung looks at Hyunjin. He sighs and rolls up his sleeve.

“This,” he begins. “It was glowing earlier today.”

Chan gasps. “Really? For whom?”

“A new girl in biology discussion today,” Jisung answers this time.

“Oh, I see what the problem is,” Chan frowns. “Jiyoung.”

Hyunjin nods with his head down.

“And I don’t suppose you are planning to break up with her.”

A head shake.

Chan folds his arms and looks to the sky with a soft hum.

“We don’t have to be with our soulmates, right?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“No,” agrees Chan. “It’s just that you two are more compatible than anyone else in this universe, and she can increase your powers.”

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“Truth be told, I don’t know either,” Chan admits. “Just carry on as you were, I guess. If the universe has a plan, then it’ll be what it’ll be. Just remember--”

“I can’t mate with Jiyoung, I know,” Hyunjin finishes.

Chan gives the younger male an approving pat on the shoulder. “Don’t forget.”

“-- and he just went “uwwwaagg” and left!”

“Seriously?” you laugh.

Jisung cannot help but smile with you. “Cross my heart! Whoever designed the frat house was not thinking when they installed glass shower doors.”

“Hey guys.”

You both turn towards the grumble to see Hyunjin trudging up the mountain. Behind him is another male who chirps a greeting. Your biology instructor has assigned you to find an owl pellet with the person sitting next to you. Jisung, with all his brilliant ideas, decides not only do his project at ungodly hours when the pellets “are the most fresh,” but also decides to drag his friend, and consequently, you, along.

Your blood rushes to your face just like it does every time you see Hyunjin, but it’s worse this time upon seeing his fluffy bed-head poking out of his oversized hoodie.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Hyunjin scowls while smacking his housemate behind the head. “I used to be the one who has to drag you out of bed, but now you’re early to bio stuff all the time.”

Jisung returns the gesture. “New school year, new me, you know? I just thought I should stop being late and skipping classes all the time.”

“Whatever,” Hyunjin sighs groggily. “So what’s the plan?”

“Try to find pellets, right?”

“Yep,” Jisung agrees while flicking his flashlight on and off. “It’s simple, but let’s stay with our partners, okay? It’s pretty dark right right now.”

The rest of you agree, and Jisung and his partner go west while you and Hyunjin take east.

“How are you?” you try with small talk.

“Been better, no thanks to Jisung,” Hyunjin replies curtly.

You wrack your brain for something else to say, but end up walking with him in silence until you spot a cottonwood tree.

“There!” you point. “Some owls nest in cottonwood, so we can try looking for pellets here.”

You run to the tree and slide to your knees, scrapping the leaves aside until you find what you are looking for. You hold it up to Hyunjin with a proud smile.

“Found one!”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen a tad in surprise at your intelligence and efficiency, not to mention how brightly your smile shines even in this dark forest. He shakes his head to clear such thoughts.

It’s just the soul thing, he reminds himself and tugs on his sleeve to securely hide his glowing mark.

“R-right. Good job,” he stutters and opens a bag for you to drop your find into. “Why don’t you look over there for more, and I’ll keep checking this tree for other pellets?”

You nod and turn your back away from him. The next cottonwood is a bit further away, but at least now you won’t have to keep working in awkward silence with your crush. Once you arrive at your destination, you get on your knees and begin working. After a while, you hear a foot crunch on some leaves behind you.

“Hyunjin, I don’t think this tree has anything.”

“I’m not Hyunjin. Try again!

~ ad.gold

#han jisung #werewolf #werewolf!jisung #soulmate #hyunjin #werewolf!hyunjin #stray kids #skz #03182020

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kayliemusing · 3 years

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1: Name - Kaylie

2: Age - 23

3: 3 Fears - Spiders, failure, loss

4: 3 things I love - Reading, writing, Taylor Swift

5: 4 turns on - Kindness, nice hands, humor, someone who has a really warm heart.

6: 4 turns off - Arrogance, moustaches lmao, narcissism, basket ball shorts *shudders*

7: My best friend - Her name is Megan (but also my mom lmao)

8: Sexual orientation - Heterosexual

9: My best first date - I have never been on a date.

10: How tall am I - 5'2

11: What do I miss - My childhood mostly

12: What time were I born - 2:45 pm

13: Favorite color - Red, but sometimes a nice summery, pastel yellow

14: Do I have a crush - no

15: Favorite quote - I have so many that I can't say my utmost favourite, but one that I always think about is from Richard Siken "He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand." I'm not even sure how this is supposed to be interpreted, but I just love the detail of this. Of someone looking at the moon and pointing at it, but you're looking at their hand because you're that consumed by them and also they're like your moon. anyway-

16: Favorite place - My house lol

17: Favorite food - Cheesecake

18: Do I use sarcasm - Yes, but very dryly

19: What am I listening to right now - Nothing actually. I'm just sitting in the quiet.

20: First thing I notice in new person - I used to think it was physical, like eyes or their smile, but I think it's actually their demeanor. i.e., confidence, if they're laid back, talkative or quiet, etc. Or even just how they handle things. Like when I'm at work and I meet a new co-worker I'm always noticing how they are with people.

21: Shoe size - 6.5 US but I can manage a 7 US too.

22: Eye color - Grey

23: Hair color - Ashy blonde, but I usually get it highlighted to be a brighter blonde

24: Favorite style of clothing - I'm super into the French girl vibe right now (elegany, classy, ribbed sweaters tucked into high waisted jeans or dress pants, a blazer thrown over and a nice gold necklace) but I'm also really into a summery boho look (flowy maxi dresses and skirts)

25: Ever done a prank call? No

27: Meaning behind my URL - On this account, it's just my name and then 'muses' because this account is just me talking to myself tbh. My main account is called autumnsletters which is just a combo of my fav things: autumn and handwritten love letters, and finally, my embarrassing taylor swift account is called sixteenavenue which is a lyric from her song I Think He Knows where she mentions her heart skipping down sixteenth avenue.

28: Favorite movie - I feel like i don't have one answer bc I always have a different answer to this question lmao. I think it's called A Christmas Carol (the 2009 version w/ Jim Carrey). It just makes me feel cozy and warm inside. Also: Clueless.

29: Favorite song - All Too Well by Taylor Swift I think.

30: Favorite band - Of Monsters and Men

31: How I feel right now - I actually feel really happy today, which is a change lol. I had an awful week last week, but over the last couple of days I've just felt more creative and happier.

32: Someone I love - My mom

33: My current relationship status - Single

34: My relationship with my parents - Excellent.

35: Favorite holiday - Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have -0 :'(

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - I want to get my ears pierced again bc the holes grew over. Low key want a nose piericing and low key want a tattoo on my collarbone (or somewhere around there)

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Because everyone else had it and I felt left out LOL

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I don't have an ex

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - No

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - No i've never been kissed rip

42: When did I last hold hands? - never but it's ok bc i can hold my own hand

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depending on what I'm doing. If I showered the night before and I'm just doing a very low-maintenance look, roughly 15-20 mins. On a normal day in which I shower in the morning and am trying to actually be presentable, roughly an hour.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? - Have YOU shaved MY legs? No. Have I shaved my own? Yes

45: Where am I right now? - My room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Most likely I'm not drunk, but IF I WAS, it would be my friend, my mom, or my sister (my sister would probs make fun of me and film me tho tbh)

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Loud if I'm jamming with nothing else to do but sing along. If I'm trying to do something, I'll turn it down bc I can't focus with loud music (especially if I'm trying to write something/talk to someone/text someone)

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - My mom bc my dads dead

49: Am I excited for anything? - My sister and I are going to Banff in about three weeks so I'm excited for a getaway.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - No

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I work in retail so

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I don't know. I think I hugged my mom at some point this week lol

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Bye bye babyyyy

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - my cat

55: What is something I disliked about today? - I had to go to work

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Taylor Alison Swift baby

57: What do I think about most? - Probably Taylor Swift.

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I can make stomach gurgling noises with my mouth closed.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Nah, pretty generic ones

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Behind the camera

61: What was the last lie I told? - Some lady asked if a product was good and I said yes so I wouldn't have to help her find another one

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Neither what the hell

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - Neither

64: Do I believe in magic? - No

65: Do I believe in luck? - No

66: What's the weather like right now? - It's calm, but a little cloudy. It was really warm and sunny earlier, but it's gotten a little grey.

67: What was the last book I've read? - I just finished this series called The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski and it was so good but so stressful omg. Still 5/5 stars.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Yes

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not really, but sometimes my coworkers call my Kayls

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Oh my god when I was like 10 I fell during grounders and the bar hit me right on the cooch. Most painful event of my entire life.

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Spend it bitch

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - No

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - yes!! my blanket!!

74: Favorite animal? - I love hippos and I don't know why.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Reading on my phone to avoid sleeping so I could prolong not going to work

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Devil. Kind of like Satan The Devil is his full name

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Shake It Off

78: How can you win my heart? - Learning Taylor Swift's entire discography for my sake

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - tbh I really don't know

80: What is my favorite word? - Wonderstruck

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - n/a

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - stream fearless taylor's version

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Healing

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - N/A

86: What is my current desktop picture? - it's a misty forest

87: Had sex? - no

88: Bought condoms? - no

89: Gotten pregnant? - no

90: Failed a class? - yes

91: Kissed a boy? - no

92: Kissed a girl? - no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - no but it's a dream

94: Had a job? - I've had two so far

95: Left the house without my wallet? - Yes, sometimes I do it on purpose so I can make my mom pay for something lmao (chill i'm talking something small like candy)

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - no

97: Had sex in public? - no

98: Played on a sports team? - no

99: Smoked weed? - no

100: Did drugs? - no

101: Smoked cigarettes? - no

102: Drank alcohol? - yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - no

104: Been overweight? - I feel overweight, but technically no

105: Been underweight? - No

106: Been to a wedding? - Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yes, but not since I was younger. I'm mostly on my phone now.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Oh yeah lmao

109: Been outside my home country? - No

110: Gotten my heart broken? - Yes

111: Been to a professional sports game? - No

112: Broken a bone? - No

113: Cut myself? - Yes

114: Been to prom? - Sort of. I'm Canadian so I had grad.

115: Been in airplane? - No

116: Fly by helicopter? - No

117: What concerts have I been to? - Jonas Brothers when I was about 10 lmao and Marianas Trench when I was 15

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - No

119: Learned another language? - Tried to

120: Wore make up? - Yes. I do work at a makeup store.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - no

122: Had oral sex? - no

123: Dyed my hair? - not a funky color, no

124: Voted in a presidential election? - Sort of; I voted for a prime minister

125: Rode in an ambulance? - Yes

126: Had a surgery? - No

127: Met someone famous? - No

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - No

129: Peed outside? - No

130: Been fishing? - No

131: Helped with charity? - Yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? - No bc I never fessed up to any crush lol

133: Broken a mirror? - No

134: What do I want for birthday? - A jewelry box

#survey

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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years

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Shattering Stereotypes

Warnings: Slight bullying, friendly teasing, kissing, mention of illness

Pairings: Romantic Mox and Remile established, Romantic Logince to come

Word Count: ~2.1k

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Chapter 14

Once Roman had told his parents about the tryout, their relationship seemed to improve. At least as far as Logan could tell.

“Hey, I know we normally work over at your place, but my parents wanted me to tell you that we could go over there too.” Roman told Logan a few days later. “My mom thinks I’m avoiding them, which I’m not and I haven’t been -”

“Ro...man.” Logan corrected himself. If he gave Roman a nickname, he’d never hear the end of it from Patton. Or Virgil. Or any of his friends. “I don’t mind if we work at your place. It’d be a nice change of pace from my own parents.”

“Oh, come on, your parents awesome!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “They tease me at every given opportunity. Your parents don’t do that.”

“They might, given the chance.”

“Roman.”

Roman let out a laugh, reminding Logan how far gone he was for this boy. “Alright, well how about we head over to my place tonight?”

“Got a date with your boyfriend, Prince?” Toby called out from across the hall.

Roman spun on one heel. “Better than a date with detention, that’s for sure.”

Anger flashed in Toby’s eyes, but there was nothing he could do. If he acted, someone would report him to a teacher and he’d be suspended from school. Instead he flipped Roman off and continued down the hall with some of the other baseball players.

“I can’t wait to hear how bad the team is going to do this year.” Roman said as he glared at Toby’s back. “Not to be cocky, but I pretty much carried the team.”

There was dead silence on Logan’s end. His head was reeling from that interaction. Roman hadn’t denied anything, hadn’t said that they weren’t dating. When Remy got wind of this, he wouldn’t spread the rumor, but he certainly would confront Logan about it.

“...ay, Logan?”

Blinking back into reality, Logan realized that Roman had still been talking to him. Concerned eyes stared at him. “What?”

“Are you okay? You zoned out there for a sec.”

Blood raced to Logan’s cheeks. He ducked his head into his locker, pretending to look for something. “I’m fine.”

“...okay.” It was clear that Roman didn’t believe Logan, but he merely changed the subject. “So are we good for going to my house then?”

“Yeah, just let me text my dads.”

Logan opened up the group chat he had with his parents.

Logan: I’m going to Roman’s today after school instead.

Better Dad: Is he feeding you?

“Roman, um...are we eating over at your place, or?” Logan asked, cursing his easy blushing cheeks.

Roman gave him a nod. “Yeah, my mom cooks enough for an army anyway. Whatever we don’t eat she takes down to the shelter.”

“That’s nice of her.”

Logan: Yes

Awesome Dad: Be home by 10!

Better Dad: Thomas let the kid have some fun

Better Dad: Just not too much fun ;)

Rolling his eyes, Logan locked his phone. “I’m good.”

“Let me guess, they’re teasing you about coming over?”

Logan lightly shoved Roman before the two of them headed for Roman’s house. He lived a bit farther from the school, but it wasn’t as though Florida got cold often.

When they reached Roman’s house, Roman grabbed their jackets and hung them up in the closet. “Could you take your shoes off?”

Logan did as he was asked. Just as he finished toeing off his shoes, he was nearly knocked over by Dahlia, who came flying around the corner.

“Hi Logan! Can I hug you?”

“Sure.”

Dahlia wrapped her arms around his legs and squeezed, nearly knocking Logan over. Roman caught him before he fell, settling him on his feet and turning to his sister. “How dare you knock over the new royal advisor!”

She shrieked with giggles and darted off into the house.

“Royal advisor?” Logan teased as he followed Roman up the stairs.

“She likes to play princess.”

Too late, Logan realized that Roman was leading them to his room. The last time he’d been here, he’d been deterred from exploring upstairs, and Roman had been in the home theater anyway.

“Voila!” Roman let the door swing open, pulling Logan inside. “Casa de Roman.”

“Casa means home.”

“You know what I meant.” Roman laughed, tossing his backpack on the bed.

As he pulled out their homework, Logan took the opportunity to look around the room. He’d expected Roman to have much more sports memorabilia on the walls, but then again that had been a stereotype.

There were a few shelves hung up around the room, holding a trophy here and there for baseball, as well as a few medals. But for the most part, Roman didn’t have too much covering the plain white walls.

His bedspread was a deep red with flecks of gold that caught the light. The pillowcases looked like they were a gold satin, which made Logan laugh a little.

“You don’t have a lot of...you in your room.” He sat on the floor, pulling out what he had for their project. A small note fell out and Logan stuffed it into his purple folder before Roman could notice.

“Yeah.” Roman looked around his room. “Good thing, I wasn’t the real me until recently.”

The fond look he gave Logan had the latter blushing a deep red. “We should get to work.”

Over the course of an hour and a half, they’d both moved to get more comfortable on Roman’s bed.The two of them worked with no interruptions before Margo knocked on the doorframe.

Seeing Roman’s mother in the doorway, Logan nearly fell off the bed.

“Dinner time!”

When dinner was over, Logan texted Thomas and gathered up his homework. “Tryouts are tomorrow, right?”

“Yep, right after school so we won’t be able to work on our project.”

Logan gave him a smile. “See you at tryouts.”

“You’re going?!”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I go support a friend?”

There had been very few times Logan had gotten Roman to blush, but this was one of those times. He relished in the way that the heated cheeks just seemed to make Roman glow.

“Thanks. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

The next day went by agonizingly slow. Roman had been bouncing in his seat during most of English, mumbling his monologue under his breath.

Lunch had been Logan trying to stomach his food while Remy and Emile pretended that they totally weren’t making out when the lunch monitor looked away.

And Virgil had teased him throughout study hall, making sure that he didn’t take it too far.

Needless to say, Logan was relieved when the final bell rang.

“Hey, care if the rest of us join you?” Virgil asked as they headed towards the lockers.

Logan shrugged. “I don’t mind at all.”

The five of them met up in the lobby, flowing into the auditorium together and finding seats. Emile and Patton talked about a new episode of Carmen Sandiego. Virgil listened in, rubbing circles on the back of Patton’s hand with his thumb.

“You helped him with his monologue, right?” Remy asked, his arm snaked around Emile’s waist. How it wasn’t uncomfortable for him due to the auditorium chairs, Logan would never know.

“Yeah.”

“So when he’s saying it, he’ll be thinking about you?”

Logan elbowed Remy hard. “Shut up.”

Mrs. Torres, the choir teacher, walked onstage, followed by Jamahl, the band teacher. “Alright, we’re pulling names out of a hat for the order. First up is Marisha Johnson.”

The five friends sat through everyone’s auditions, clapping when they were finished.

“Do we clap even if they’re terrible?” Remy mumbled, earning a quiet scolding from Emile.

Finally, it was Roman’s turn. He cleared his throat, turning to face the teachers. “Hi, I’m Roman Prince. I’ll be doing a more modern version of Romeo’s monologue.”

He took a deep breath before diving into it.

“But...wait. What’s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet - she is the sun. Rise, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon. She is already sick and pale with grief because you - you Juliet, her maid, are far more beautiful than she. Don’t be her maid, because she is jealous. Virginity makes her look sick and green. Only fools hold on to their virginity. Let it go. Oh, there’s my lady. My love.”

At this point, Roman’s eyes landed on Logan. He could feel the others looking at him, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from Roman’s.

“How I wish she knew how much I love her. She’s talking, but she’s not saying anything. Who cares? It’s her eyes that speak, her eyes that say something. I will answer them. I am too bold. She’s not talking to me. Two of the brightest stars in the sky went away on business, and they ask her eyes to twinkle in their place until their return. What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars in her head? The brightness of her cheeks would outshine the stars the way the sun outshines a lamp. If her eyes were in the night sky, they would shine so brightly through space that birds would sing! Look, how she leans her hand upon her cheek. Oh, how I wish I was the glove on that hand, so that I could touch that cheek.”

As soon as Roman finished, there was a beat of silence and then an uproarious applause.

“Thank you Roman.” Mrs. Torres did her best to not play favorites, but everyone could see the twinkle in her eye. “Next up is Artie Zenith.”

When auditions were over, Roman darted over to them. “How did I do?”

“You were amazing!” Patton squealed.

Emile nodded. “I’ve never seen someone deliver lines so flawlessly.”

“Good job, Roman.”

“Yeah, you were way better than -” Remy was cut off as Emile kissed him to stop his sentence.

Turning, Roman looked at Logan. “You’ve heard it a million times. Was this time any better?”

“Way better.” Logan could feel his blush deepening. “You nailed it.”

“Cast list will be posted on Monday!”

The weekend was fairly uneventful. Logan was just as excited as Roman to see the cast list. Roman had worked so hard, and he was so talented. There was no way he wasn’t going to land a part.

Monday morning, Logan found himself standing in the lobby with his friends, waiting for Mrs. Torres to come by and pin up the list.

It was swarmed as soon as she did so. The five of them stayed back, waiting for Roman to tell them the news.

He launched himself out of the crowd, a huge grin on his face. “I got the lead!”

A cheer went up from all of them, echoed by the crowd of theater kids.

Logan held back, waiting until they were headed off to English class. “Congratulations. You deserved it.”

“Thanks, Lo. I couldn’t have -”

Logan erupted into a coughing fit. Reaching around him, Roman grabbed Logan’s water bottle from the side pocket of his backpack and held it out.

Flipping the top open, Logan guzzled everything inside, his breathing returning to normal. “Thanks.”

“You okay?”

“For now.”

Those words couldn’t have been more wrong. Over the course of the rest of the day, Logan felt worse and worse. He didn’t eat anything during lunch, ending up running for a trash can just before the bell rang.

It felt as though he blinked and he was at home.

“Shh, Lo, just lay down.” Thomas said, pulling back his covers. He helped Logan into bed, placing a cool washcloth over his forehead. “I’ll be back with some water and some crackers.”

Nodding, Logan slipped into unconsciousness.

He woke to voices outside his room. After a moment, the door opened and Roman walked in.

“I heard you went home sick.” He said as he walked in. “Is it okay if I grab the project folder from you?”

Logan flailed a hand, gesturing toward his backpack. “Purple folder.”

“Thanks, Lo.” Roman hovered in the doorway for a moment. “I hope you feel better.”

As he left the room, Logan fell asleep once more.

#romantic remile #romantic moxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ts sleep #remy sanders

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 6

Chapter SIX

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Camren stood in the center of everyone as they crowded around her singing Happy Birthday to her. She was all smiles with her Birthday Girl tiara on, holding up her glass of champagne. She swayed her hips back and forth until they finished.

“Thank you guys! This dinner was amazing. I love every single one of yall, but.. Ya’ girl is ready to turn up,” She points to Mica and Phoenix. “I know there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” Mica says.

Camren says good-bye to her family. Phoenix and Ava thanked everyone for coming out while Mica headed to the parking lot to get Ava’s truck.

Camren, Phoenix, Tiana and Ave piled themselves in Ava’s truck and Mica drove them to the club. As they approached the door, one of the security guards noticed Phoenix.

“Big Blue! What’s up lil mama?”

“Hey Jimmy.” she hugs him.

“They with you?” he motions to the women behind her.

“Of course. It’s Cam’s bday.”

Jimmy nods his head in Camren’s direction, “Happy Birthday. Blue got you the best section in this bitch.”

Camren can’t control herself, bouncing on her feet. “She was always my favorite.”

All of the women look at Camren. “Anything for you, Cam.” Phoenix says, grabbing Camren’s hand is leading them inside. Mica was the last in the small line of women and Jimmy stopped her.

“What’s your name lil mama?”

Mica looked him up and down, checking out his tatted, chiseled arms. He stands 6’4 with the prettiest teeth she had seen on a man. “Mica.” she finally responded.

“Come see me before y’all leave, alright?”

“Yeah, I got you.”

He winks at her and she turns to continue into the club where she found her friends watching her from inside the door.

“I see you, Mica. He fine as hell.” Tiana says.

The ladies follow Phoenix as she leads them to through the club. They traveled across the dance floor, around a huge bar and up a flight of stairs and glowed as they stepped on each step. They continued walking until they reached a huge section, with four bottles of Hennessy already waiting on ice. Coby was already there with a few other friends. He greeted each woman with a huge until her got to Ava. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and kissing her. Phoenix proceeded to line up shot glasses and fill them with Hennessy. Each of her friends grabbed their glass, raising it in the air.

“Happy Birthday Camren. We love your crazy ass to the moon and back.” Phoenix says.

Everyone shouts, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!”

Tossing their shot glasses back, the women have begun their turn up. A few more shots and they were all twerking on each other and talking their shit, rapping along to every song that came on.

“We need a group picture.” Camren yells into Mica’s ear. Mica passes the message on, gathering all the women up near the balcony. Coby patiently waiting, and laughing, as they tried to map out their drunk poses.

“Can y’all c’mon?”

“WE’RE READY!”

Coby takes their pictures, getting every angle just in case somebody doesn’t like their face in the last pic. Because someone WILL decide on one that they don’t like.

“Send those to me.” Each of them yelled at Coby.

They continued to drink and dance. Drinking always gave Phoenix a bit more courage (and weed calms her nerves enough for her to be bold). She was also an I love you drunk and the feeling were starting to come out. She sat on Ava’s lap, hugging her. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Philly.” Ava smiles.

Mica, Camren and Tiana stood in front of them, “You don’t love us?” Camren yelled.

“Of course I love you. I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too.”

Camren pulls all of them into a group hug. “Thank You for my birthday.”

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As the night progressed, Phoenix found herself just sitting on the couch, babysitting her fourth drink, watching everyone around her. Mica joins her on the couch.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m just chilling.”

“Did you text your man, yet?”

“My what!” Phoenix acts surprised.

“YOUR MAN!”

Phoenix playfully rolls her eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna be all clingy. He just gave me his number a couple hours ago.”

Camren squeezes herself between them. “What are yall over here talking about?”

Mica looks at Phoenix, expecting her to spill it. She looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“Ugh. I’m trying to tell her to text her man.” Mica finally speaks up.

Camren pinches Phoenix, making her look back to them. “You have a man? Philly! Is he cute?”

“He’s not my man.”

“You want him to be. I seen how y’all was looking at each other.” Mica intervenes.

“We’re building a friendship.” Phoenix says trying to convince herself more than her friends.

“Those are the best kinds. But you never told me if he’s cute or not.”

“Yea--”

Mica interrupts, shaking her head. “The nigga is fine, Cam. He thick too. He just screams big dick energy.”

Camren looks impressed. “Girl, text him.”

Phoenix sighs, processing her friends words. The two of them leave her be on the couch once again. She downs the rest of her drink because fuck it. Erik is about to get this text. She picks up her phone from the table in front of her, typing her message.

Phoenix: Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

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Erik had just laid down in his bed. Tired was an understatement. He had worked out hard, earlier that day. After his exchange with Phoenix in the garage, he stopped by his friend, TJ’s place. Catching up and playing 2k. He had cancelled plans with TJ to go to the studio with Phoenix. After a few hours of that and eating a pound of wings, he was home, showered and ready to sleep. That is, until his phone vibrated on his nightstand. He reached for it not really expecting it to be anything. A random number texted him with the message, Wassup Stevens. Guess who?

He knew better. Of course it was Phoenix, but Erik being Erik, he had to have fun with this. His sleep could wait. His thumbs moved around the small keyboard, creating a response.

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Phoenix watched as the text bubbles popped up. She bit her lip to stop her smile from forming and waiting to see what he is going to say.

Erik😛: hmm, 🤔this Tiffany?

Phoenix: Boy, you got me fucked up.

Erik😛: lmao. Relax, Im just messing with you. I know this you baby girl.

Phoenix: You’re an asshole.🙄

Erik😛: You dont mind it though.

Phoenix: anyways. Wyd?

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Erik had completely sat up in his bed now. He wasted no time on saving her number as ‘Babygirl’.

Erik: Been laying here, waiting on you to hit me up. You still out?

Babygirl: Yeah and my bad.🙈 Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Erik: I don't mind waiting on you.

Babygirl: Don’t make me blush Stevens.

Erik pictured just how she looks blushing and that made him blush. His cheeks were becoming sore from how big he was smiling. Little did he know, she was looking like a complete dork, smiling at her phone in the middle of the club as well.

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Phoenix sat in the corner of the club couch texting Erik until her friends were ready to go. They had all decided they would stay at Coby’s house for the night. His place was their usual ‘after the club’ crashing spot. He had plenty of space for all of them. Tonight would be no different. The women piled into Ava’s Jeep. Camren laid out on the laps of those who sat in the back seat and Ava sat up front with her man. One of Coby’s friends took charge of his car and followed him home.

Phoenix couldn’t wait to make it to Coby’s house to continue texting Erik. She kept her phone in her clutch. She didn’t want to risk one of friends seeing her texting him and trying to be all up in her business even more than they already were.

“Let’s get some wings.” Camren shouted from the backseat.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get some wings from at 2:30 in the morning Cam?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too.” Mica and Tiana said at the same time.

“You hungry too, Philly?” Coby asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

“When am I not hungry?”

“Y’all gotta be shitting me,” Coby drags his hands over his face. He looks over to see Ava passed out against the window. “Listen. There nowhere that’s open right now that has wings. I can take y’all to McDonalds.”

“YES! I want some nuggets.” Camren sat up, almost hitting her head on the top of the truck.

“Anything else?” Coby asked.

The women started shouting out orders.

“Large fry.” “Nuggets!” “McChicken with cheese.” “Nuggets.”

Coby headed to McDonalds to get their food and take them to his house. He knew they would regret this decision in the morning but he’d rather that than to hear a bunch of drunk women cuss him out over some damn Nuggets if he told them No.

It took forever for McDonald’s to fill his large order. The women whined in protest to how long they were waiting. They finally got the food and dug in without a second thought.

“And y’all better not spill shit in her truck. I’m not trynna hear Ava’s mouth about nothing tomorrow.”

With that being said, Coby got them in the house safely and full. Each woman crashed in different areas of the house. By the time they made it to their destination, Phoenix had forgotten about her text conversation with Erik and passed out in one of Coby’s guest rooms.

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Waking up was rough. Phoenix could feel her heart beating in her head. She rolled around the bed, feeling through the sheets for her phone. The sun was shining bright through the window, she her task was tough when her head was buried under the covers. Not having any luck, she finally got up, still in her dress, to look for her clutch. Somehow, it made its way to the floor at the foot of the bed. She took out her phone to see that it's just past noon and she had two unread text from Erik. She grinned big, swiping her screen to open the messages. She scrolled a bit to read her last response to see what exactly he was responding to because in all honesty, she only remembered a few bits of last night after her third shot.

Phoenix: So are you gonna tell me your reasons for picking the tongue out emoji?

Erik😛: You’re not ready to find that out yet.

Erik😛: lol, you must be KO. Hope you had fun baby girl. Text me when you get up.

Phoenix couldn’t contain her excitement that they were actually texting each other now. No more waiting to just see him on the elevators. Her excitement took a turn when her head started spinning. She felt a knot in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down but there was no stopping it. She had to find a toilet, NOW! She ran into the guest bathroom, throwing up last nights drunk food. She leaned over the toilet, chastising herself. Finally sure that she got it all out, she got up to slowly walk her body out into the hallway. Since Coby’s house is their go to after the club, Coby started keeping a change of clothes for them. She made her way to the hall closet where he kept, t-shirts, leggings, etc along with towels. She picked out a fresh set of clothes and towels and went back into the guest bathroom and showered.

Phoenix got dressed and put her hair up into a top knot bun and went downstairs to find everyone else. She found Coby and Ava in the kitchen. Mica was still asleep in the living room, on the couch. The birthday girl and Tiana were somewhere, probably still asleep.

“Morning.” Coby said. His voice sounded like he was speaking in a megaphone.

“Morning.” she whined.

“C’mon over here,” He motioned to the car seat next to Ava, who was leaning over her arm. “I’ll make you some coffee too.”

Phoenix joined them, laying her head down over her hands. Coby started making her some coffee. He placed the creamer and sugar in front of her.

“My face hurt.” Ava finally spoke.

Coby slid a fresh cup of coffee to Phoenix. She added her creamer and more than enough sugar and sipped it slow.

“It’s almost one. I doubt we make it to brunch.” Phoenix says between sips.

They sat there in silence for awhile before they heard someone dragging their feet into the kitchen. “Morning.” They heard from a yawning voice. It was Camren.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Coby said.

“Stop yelling.” Camren said, leaning over the counter.

“I’m not yelling.”

“I want coffee.”

“Me too.” Mica says, joining them in the kitchen with Tiana right behind her. Coby went ahead and made all three of them some coffee. “Y’all need to eat.” He said filling their mugs.

“I want Roscoe’s.” Camren says.

“Tell me what y’all want and I’ll get it. I know yall asses aint trying to leave no time soon.”

Ava typed up their orders on her phone and sent it in a text to Coby. He left to get their food. While they waited, Camren, Mica and Tiana took showers. Ava and Phoenix waited for them to finish in the backyard, on the patio. They sat out there, both wearing a pair of Coby’s sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun.

Phoenix remembered that she hadn’t yet texted Erik back. Her thumbs hovered over the phone until she could figure out what to say.

Phoenix: Hey, sorry. I was slumped last night. Good afternoon though.

The text bubbles popped up immediately.

Erik😛: It’s all good baby girl. You have fun?

Phoenix: Yeah. Feels like Im dying now though.

Erik😛: You eat something yet?

Phoenix: Coby’s getting us food. He should be here soon. Wyd?

Erik😛: Tell that nigga hurry up and feed my girl.

Erik😛: Im running some errands.

His girl? Phoenix didn’t mind being called his girl.

Phoenix: Im ya’ girl now?

Before Erik could text back, the rest of her friends joined her and Ava outside and they all started talking about the night before. Reminiscing on the fun times they had. Camren thanked them again for making sure her birthday was special.

“We have one more gift for you, Cam Bam.” Mica says.

“Yall have done enough. Stop it.”

“Girl bye. It’s your birthday.” Ava says walking back into the house.

“What y'all get me?” Camren looks at Phoenix and Mica. Neither of them respond. “Stop playing. What is it?”

Ava joins them again with an envelope in hand, giving it to Camren. “Open it.”

She opens it and pulls out a packet that pictures a villa and things to do on an island.

“What is this?” she yells out in excitement.

Tiana snatches the papers from her hands, “Girl, a vacation.”

“Are yall serious?”

“Mhmm,” Phoenix nods her head. “Five nights and six days in Turks and Caicos. Next month. All five of us.”

Camren started to cry. They hugged her and made fun of her for always crying. Coby comes back in with the food. He brings it outside to them.

“Damn, Cam. You always crying, bro.” he says, sitting the food on the table.

“Shut up. They got me a vacation.”

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Phoenix walks through her door, exhausted. She threw her body on her couch. What a day. Camren loved her birthday and her gift. Phoenix enjoyed her friends but let's be honest… people, including her friends, were tiring. Her social battery died hours ago. The relief to be home, alone in her own space. She laid there with her eyes closed, taking in the silence of her living room. Her phone goes off, taking Phoenix from her mind. She gets up to find it. She dropped all of her belongings on the floor when she came in and searched through her bag for it. Finally finding it, she has a text from Erik.

Erik😛: You made it in?

Suddenly, Phoenix had energy. She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Smiling down at her phone, she responds.

Phoenix: yeah. Just got in.

Erik😛: wow, smh. Thanks for letting me know.

Phoenix: lol im sorry.

Biting her lip, she wants to do something. Her thumbs hover her keyboard. Erik hadn’t texted back yet so she still had time. Fuck it! What’s the worst that could happen?

Phoenix: Are you home?

The three minutes it took for him to respond felt like three years. Her palms were sweaty as she watched the bubbles pop up on the screen.

Erik😛: yeah. Whats up?

Phoenix: wanna come hang out with me?

Phoenix drops her phone on the floor. Her nerves taking over. “What the fuck am I doing? Am I doing this right now?” Her phone dings. She couldn’t open the message. What if he doesn’t want to? She picks up her phone, taking in a shaky breath as she swipes his message open.

Erik😛: 👀 yeah.

Erik😛: I got something for you too.

Phoenix: for me? What is it?

Erik😛: I’ll be down there in a minute. You’ll see.

Phoenix jumps up and picking up her bag and clothes from the night before, tossing them in her room and closing her bedroom door. She rushes back into the living room, turning on the tv. She checks her snack cabinet. She has plenty. “Okay...okay,” she says to herself. “We’re all good. This is gonna be cool. Just two friends--” her words are cut off by a knock at the door. She wipes her sweaty palms on her leggings and makes her way to the door. She opens the door and the site before her, snatched her breath. Erik stood there with his bare, muscled arms on full display as he sported a crisp, white fitted tank, paired with heather grey joggers that hung low. His dreads hung wildly over his face. She took in his seemingly flawless appearance piece by piece. Phoenix hadn’t realized that she was standing there, just staring at him until her waved his hand in her face, breaking her trance.

“Phoenix!” his voice boomed through her ears, flowing down into her chest. She squeezes eyes shut to regroup. She opens her eyes, pushing a small smile.

“Sorry.” she steps back to welcome him in.

He chuckles to himself. “You good, baby girl. You like what you see. I understand.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Stevens.”

He follows her to the couch. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a blunt. “This is for you.”

“Aw, thanks Stevens. We can smoke this right now, actually.”

He gives her a lighter and she lights the blunt taking a hit. Then another. She passes it to him. He takes a drag.

“So Stevens, I figured you could watch Steven Universe with me and eat Oreos.”

“Steven Universe? What the fuck is that?” he passes her the blunt.

“Only my favorite cartoon ever. It’s really good. You’re gonna like it.”

She gives him back the blunt and starts the show from episode one. She grabs a few snacks from the kitchen. “Look what I got.” She holds up two Martinelli Apple Juice. Erik holds his heart with a smile.

“You remembered.”

She joins him again on the couch, sitting so close, their thighs were touching. As the first episode begins, Phoenix sings along with the theme song. Erik watches her with a smile at how excited she was to be singing along. Erik reached down, grabbing her ankles and sliding her legs over his lap. She watched him, not taking her eyes from his hands as his fingertips trailed up her leg until he reached her thigh. He gripped her thigh and massaged it. The entire time his eyes never left the tv screen. Phoenix’s breath hitched as he continued rubbing the spot where his hand rested on her. She looked up at him. He was sitting there like he was just unaware of what he was doing. Something happened on the show that made him laugh and she watched as his body bounced with laughter. To distract herself, she stuffed an Oreo in her mouth and did her best to pay attention to the tv.

“Damn girl, you hogging the cookies.”

Phoenix had been cradling the pack of cookies, eating one right after the other. “Sorry. You want one?”

“Yeah. Feed me one.”

“Feed you one?”

“Yeah, c’mon girl.” He opened his mouth.

She slowly swallowed the remaining pieces she was holding in her mouth. She held the Oreo between her fingers, “You want me to break it for you?”

He cuts his eye at her. “Phoenix, I’m a grown ass man. Put the cookie in my mouth.”

She looked at him with a smirk. She would gladly put the cookie in his mouth. She giggled as she fed him the cookie. He caught on to why she was tickled and laughed himself. “You’re childish baby girl.”

“You said it.”

They continued watching the show and eventually ate the entire pack of Oreos. They were seven episodes deep when Phoenix found herself leaning on Erik’s shoulder. Her fingers were absentmindedly tracing his scars. When she noticed what she was doing, she looked at him, wondering if he knew what she was doing. Was he secretly enjoying it? He could feel her staring at the side of his face. He peeks over at her.

“What?” he asked.

She rubs her thumbs over her scars in thought. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Looking at his arm, “What’s the meaning behind these?”

He watches as her thumbs move softly over his scars. He clenches his jaw and unclenches. Their eyes meet.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you couldn’t trust me, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now.”

“True. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t look at me any differently.”

“I promise.”

He sits there for a moment, gathering the right words. Phoenix was patient with him. She knew there was a deeper story to him. She was willing to sit there as long as she needed for him to feel comfortable. She continued to rub her thumb over her scars in the hopes that it would settle his thoughts.

“Remember when I told you my parents died when I was young and I had to take care of myself?” he started. Phoenix nodded, remembering their conversation in the studio. “That shit changed me. It was nothing that I could do. I was ready to give it to any and everybody. But I was smart about it. I went to the Navy. I trained. I worked hard. I was the best nigga they had. When it was time to get my boots on the ground, I made sure I always hit my target and anything that tried to get in my way. Each kill became a mark.”

Phoenix’s eyes trailed down in arm. There were so many scars. That meant so many bodies.

“I was top ranked. I was given the name Killmonger because I had so many kills.” he continued. “The scars were my way of making sure everybody knew how powerful I was. I wasn’t somebody to be fucked with. I’m not that helpless little boy on missions.”

Phoenix’s thumb motions stopped but she still held his arm in her hand. He looked over at her, searching her face for any sign of disgust or hate. Nothing. Her eyes met his.

“So you still do those missions?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re a little different now.”

Phoenix seemed interested in what he meant. So he continued telling her how he is chosen for the top missions because of his skill. She asked about his parents and for the first time ever, Erik explained the truth about them. His mother dying in prison. His father being a prince of Wakanda and being killed by his own brother. The more he talked about Wakanda, Phoenix became confused.

“Wait… I thought Wakanada was like a third world country.” she said.

“That’s what they tell the world, but it’s far from a third world country.”

Phoenix sat there quietly, looking off at nothing. She pulled herself away from him in thought. He took that as her hating him.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you Phoenix.”

Her head snapped toward him. “It never crossed my mind that you would. I don’t think you’re a big, bad, scary person, E. Like you said, you did what you had to do.”

“Then why did you move over there?”

“Just thinking. I couldn’t imagine having to go through any of that. Here I am thinking my life was so shitty back in Detroit. Sure, it was bad but things could’ve been worse. You’re strong as fuck and honestly, I wish I had balls like you.”

A cheesy smile crept up on Erik’s face. “Nobody got balls like me.”

Phoenix looks at him with a straight face. “Wow. Here I am thinking we’re having a moment and you wanna talk about your balls.”

“You brought up my balls baby girl. I’ll gladly share them with you.”

“You know what I meant.” She said, hitting him in the chest.

“C’mere you little angry bird.” Erik pulls Phoenix back over to him. This time, he pulled her onto his lap. Sitting on him, she could feel his dick under his thin shorts. This man was blessed. He moved his body up, adjusting himself. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Staying up there would be dangerous. She needed to move herself. So she slid her body down to where she is now pinned between him and the arm of the chair. He legs are sitting on top of his. He gripped her thighs again. “You made me miss what happened so we have to start this episode over.” He picked up the remote, restarting the episode. Phoenix didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The two of them continue watching Steven Universe like nothing ever happened. He wrapped his hand around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Phoenix had drifted off to sleep. Erik softly shook her awake.

“Philly. Wake up baby girl.”

Phoenix slowly wakes up, stretching. “How long was I sleep?”

“Not long. But it’s getting late. I’m gonna get out of her and let you rest.”

Phoenix lays back on his shoulder. “You’re really comfortable.”

Erik scoops Phoenix up in his arms. He picks her up, as he stands and setting her down carefully on her feet. They share a smile. She follows him to the door to let him out. When they approach the door, Erik turns around and snakes his hand around Phoenix’s waist, pulling her into a hug. She automatically wrapped both of her arms around his neck. She took in his presence, one last time. He pulled back, grabbing her chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her body melted into his as laid her head against his chest. “Don’t forget to text me about your show tomorrow.” he spoke lowly in her ear. All Phoenix would do was nod her head. He opened the door, stepping out.

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Night, E.”

Closing the door and locking it. Phoenix leaned back on the door. She wanted so bad to turn her head and catch his lips with hers. She fought against it. Her brain now ringing with the ‘what if’s’ if she did. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was going to bed.

#the elevator bae #erik x phoenix #shewritestheblues

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||8

chapter 8: buy your wedding dress

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary:the one when the wrong choice maybe is the right one

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing,miguel, lizzie being lizzie , didn’t proof read, wedding dresses, lizzie again

word count: 5.4k

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If we speak in correct terms, using dictionaries and other sensible things, we would reach the following conclusion, jealousy means: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages.

Let's put Tom in that equation, he was a) feeling it and b) showing envy of what Miguel had achieved.

Yes, we can conclude that Tom was jealous. More than jealous. He felt that at any moment he was going to explode.

Y/N and Miguel were kissing at the airport entrance. Tom was frowning as he tried not to stare. He clenched his jaw as he drummed his fingers against the wheel. Anna, y/n’s mom, was in the back of the car, along with Lizzie.

“They’re adorable,” Anna commented.

No, they were gross, thought Tom.

“He’s super dreamy,” Lizzie admitted. “Ain’t he, Tom? Or are you breaking any rules by saying that?”

Tom rolled his eyes and glared at her through the mirror, while Lizzie showed him a smirk.

“Oh my god, she’s seeing him in two weeks, please,” Tom murmured as the couple kept devouring each other. Tom wrinkled his face and stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Besides, who comes to London only for two days?”

Even if he were in that place, he wouldn’t be eating her like that. Not on public at least. And he would be gentle. For once in his life. Of course, he’d show her whatever she wanted him to show her. Not that that mattered, but at least, he knew he would. Her lips were like rose petals, delicate and pink.

“Please, you’d be the same if you were dating anyone,” Lizzie laughed at her comment. “Ha, as if you could date anyone, right?”

Tom turned his head and glared at her. “Wouldn’t you love that.”

Anna was laughing. “Okay, c’mon.”

Tom smiled at Anna and chuckled dryly. “Seriously, Miss Y/L/N, sorry-sorry, Anna,” Tom laughed. “Your daughter has been there kissing him for about 15 minutes, he’s got a plane to catch, doesn’t he?”

Anna laughed and nodded. “Yes, he does,” she agreed as she rolled down her window. “Y/N, sweetheart, you’ve got your appointment and he’s got a plane, hurry my dear!”

y/n stopped kissing Miguel and turned to her mother with utter embarrassment, as her fiancé chuckled against her forehead.

“I love you,” Miguel said, with a gentle voice.

Tom turned around to rub his face with stress.

“I love you more, amor mío,” Y/N said, giving him one last kiss. “My fiance!” She chirped and kissed him again before walking back to the car. He blew her a kiss, waving goodbye before walking in to the airport.

y/n coughed jumping into the car, coughing awkwardly. She had the brightest smile on her face and her rosy cheeks were proving her to be just as happy. She cleared her throat. “So,” she buckled up, as she giggled. “Let’s go… We have a dress fitting…” Everybody was quiet. “Uh, does anybody have chapstick? Chapstick? Thanks, Tom,” she said as Tom handed it over. “So, well, call Hannah and Jess, tell them we’ll see them there.

Anna smiled. “Yes, darling, and your grandma will also be there.”

“Why-why do I have to go, again?” Tom asked, as he started the car. A part of him wasn’t sure that he wanted to see her trying on a dress in which she wouldn’t be marrying him with. He didn’t want to do anything to do with this wedding, except of course, stopping it.

“You’re the Maid of honour,” y/n reminded him. “And please, it’ll be like we always do, like when we go shopping. You’ve got good taste.”

“He is scared of breaking any rules,” Lizzie snickered.

“You shouldn’t be going either, Liz, are you sure you’re not getting your hopes up just by being with me on the car?” Tom snapped back.

Liz was about to yell, but y/n shushed them angrily. “Guys, please, please, not today, okay? Behave! I want…. I want to be happy today, please?”

Tom and Lizzie frowned but nodded.

“Sorry,” Tom apologized to y/n. “And sorry Anna, because Lizzie here doesn’t know how to behave.”

Lizzie glared, but y/n chuckled, rolling her eyes. It was going to be a long day.

“Hey, have you got plans tomorrow?” Y/N asked Tom.

“No, why?” Tom glanced over at her, she was biting her lip and playing with her fingers.

“I’ll…. Tell you later,” she said before looking away.

Hannah, Jess and Lizzie couldn’t just shut up. They had met y/n’s grandma’s there as well, they had arrived just in time for the dress fitting.

Tom walked through the bridal shop and stared at the different white dresses. He didn’t quite understand how it worked, she’d needed to try on thousands of them.

Y/N was talking to another woman and looked so radiant while doing so, her smile was delicate and strong while she just stared at the different dresses. She was explaining to her the idea of her ideal dress.

With any dress, she’d look beautiful, Tom knew that. It didn’t matter what kind of dress she could choose.

Tom had done some research on dresses, from heart shaped, mermaid, trumpet, a-line. But he barely had any idea of it, he had always avoided all subjects of marriage. But he had always listened. He knew everything that y/n wanted for her wedding, from the flowers to her dress. Princess like.

“Like Cinderella at the ball.”

That was what she had always wanted.

He walked through the white gowns as he had his eyes fixed on y/n. She turned to him and dedicated him a small, insecure smile.

Suddenly, her friends tormented her and all showed her dresses they wanted. Tom watched how y/n just took a step back. She was overwhelmed with the attention.

Tom received a call.

“What up, Haz?” He answered with trouble.

“How’s the dress fitting going?” Haz asked.

“Well, no dresses yet, I’m… honestly, man, I can’t see her trying on dresses to marry someone else,” Tom admitted. “I want to leave.”

“No, no, here’s the plan buddy, you show her your support, everything she wants you have to say yes, but try and show her you’re the one who knows her, you are the one who supports her. Show her some dresses.”

“I can’t support a wedding I don’t agree with,” Tom snapped.

“Then make her see this is all bullshit!”

“Gosh, she was basically eating him when we left him at the airport, bloody Mr. Perfect,” Tom said with disgust, as y/n waved at him to come over. “She looks so pretty.”

“Tom, focus, we’ve got a wedding to ruin, man,” Haz reminded him. “Now, so, she told me she wanted to learn how to dance before going to Mexico, and she booked lessons and they start tomorrow, she asked me to go with her, but there’s that plan, I told her you should be her partner.”

Tom stared at y/n and grinned. Dancing, that was one of his strengths. “Right, so I’ll have to be her partner.”

“I’m glad you can use those brain cells to think,” Haz laughed. “So, we’re gonna steal the bride.”

“We’re gonna steal the bride,” Tom repeated with a smirk, y/n was going to approach him. Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, so, I’ll clean up my mess Haz, I’m not that terrible of a roommate.”

“Wha-?”

“Bye, Haz!” Tom hung up the phone and smiled at Y/N. “Hey,” he smirked.

“Hey, so… Okay, come over, I need your help.” She asked him. “You were… speaking to Haz?”

Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, I left some… underwear on the coach,” Tom lied with a smile. Y/N wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes with a snicker.

“Please, come, I need some reason before they all attack me,” Y/N begged.

“Ah, but I know shit about wedding dresses,” Tom laughed as he pulled back some of her hair off her face, making her blush. “I just know you’ll look beautiful anyway.”

“But you’re always my shopping buddy so I need you,” Y/N said, blushing. “And besides I know you won’t be biased by how you want your wife to be dressed as, honestly, they’re all trying to make me wear their ideal wedding dress, but you don’t believe in marriage, so it’s fine! You’ll help me choose with an objective point of view.”

Tom felt like he had just been stabbed right on his heart, as he stared at her.

“Who says I don’t believe in marriage?” He asked with a gentle voice, as he caressed her cheek, she cleared her throat and stepped back.

“You did, silly,” She coughed. “Now, please, just…”

She took him by his hand and dragged him over, to the wedding planner, the saleswoman and all her friends.

“Oh, brides usually don’t bring along the groom,” The saleswoman commented. Tom smirked, and Y/N burst out in laughter, with her face as red as the lipstick she was wearing.

“He’s not my boy-bride-groom...fiancé, he’s my maid of honour,” she said embarrassed, to which the lady apologised.

They offered them all Bellini’s, to which everyone accepted, and Tom ordered just plain champagne. He wasn’t ready to see her walking out in a white dress. It wasn’t going to be easy, after all, because he was not the groom. And besides, he didn’t like the concept of marrying. Of course, his parents had had a successful marriage but he had learned about many which hadn’t been that successful. He didn’t want to share his luck. Sure, he wanted a relationship with y/n, especially now. But he didn’t know how further he could take it.

“Which ones did she choose?” Hannah asked. “Ugh, I can’t wait to see her.”

“Hope she wears the one I chose,” Lizzie commented. “She’ll look pretty in that one.”

“She’ll look beautiful anyway,” Tom commented. Anna smiled at him as she nudged her mother. Y/N’s grandmother was the most excited to be there.

“Can you believe she’s getting married?” Hannah asked. “Gosh, and she seems to be all over the moon.”

“You know, we can’t blame her, if she loved the wrong one with such passion, I can only imagine how she’s loving the right one,” Lizzie pointed out.

Tom glared at her.

“And how are we sure he’s the one?” Tom cleared his throat.

“Maybe you don’t believe in it, Tom,” Lizzie frowned. “But he is.”

“And you’re one to know about finding the one, huh?” Tom frowned.

“And you? You’re one to talk, too,” Lizzie said. “Aren’t you happy for her?”

Tom had to stop. He looked down. “I—of course, all I want in life is for y/n to be loved, and happy.”

And he meant it. He wanted her to be the happiest she’d ever been, and he wanted her to be loved forever. And he was going to prove that to her.

But he guessed that he had to accept the fact that if she was happier with Miguel, then he’d back away. He needed to be certain that she loved Miguel more than she could ever love Tom. Tom needed to be certain that Miguel was going to love her more than Tom ever could. But he was certain that Miguel simply couldn’t love her even just a third part of what Tom loved y/n.

Because Tom was willing to leave everything for y/n. His life, his dreams. She was his dream. And he was also willing to sacrifice his love for her if it meant y/n would be better. That didn’t mean, however that he wouldn’t fight for her. He sensed it in his heart, that they belonged together.

Maybe Tom didn’t really believe in soulmates, but if there was something even remotely close to it, he knew y/n was his.

They kept chatting between them and Tom was walking behind their chairs. He was staring down at the floor, staring at his shoes. Mentally preparing himself to see her.

Tom kept wondering about it, how much it would hurt to sacrifice his dreams for her, or sacrifice his love for her happiness. He’d have to turn around, with the sun.

He needed a kiss. He knew that a kiss would prove to her just how much they belonged together, how synchronized their hearts were. How linked their souls were, how with each smile their hearts would leap in a whirl.

However, he also knew he had to get back to his senses. Wishing only wounds hearts. Maybe he was dreaming it too much. And maybe he wasn’t supposed to be wishing it.

The chatting suddenly stopped, and Tom just lifted his head to realize that even if he had prepared for seeing this for years, he wouldn’t still be ready.

He saw her with a beautiful white gown that circled her body perfectly, she looked like a princess, it just was the match for her. He stared at her with awe, and his jaw dropped. He felt his heart wanting to jump out of his chest. And suddenly, Tom wasn’t as scared of weddings as he had been before. He suddenly wished to be the groom with a tux, waiting for her to walk down the aisle with the beautiful ballgown she was wearing. He saw it. He saw the complete scene. Music playing in the background, him taking a deep breath as she would stare at him. Maybe he’d shed a tear, for the drama. He saw the people smiling at him, and he saw her mother walking her down the aisle.

And he knew that she was his dream, that it made sense to be in love with her. He was certain that he needed to fight for it.

She gulped as she smiled. She shyly walked to the mirrors, and her mother shed a few tears. Hannah chipped and awed.

Y/N walked to the pallet and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Oh my god.”

Tom felt the sweat across his face, as he tried to gain back his composure. His mouth was still open.

Y/N turned around with a smile. “So?”

“Wow,” he muttered. He blinked and shook his head back into reality.

“Hmm, nope, not the one,” Liz was the first to talk. Tom glared at her.

“What?” Tom asked. “Are you bloody mental? She looks perfect!”

Hannah chuckled. “She does, but…”

Y/N pursed her lips. “Yeah, I’m not convinced either, but hey, it’s a good start, huh? Gets me in the mood,” Y/N agreed with her friends. Tom grimaced. He didn’t understand what was wrong with the dress.

“I can’t believe my granddaughter is getting married,” her grandma said.

“Aww, nana,” y/n smiled, bringing her hands to her heart.

“I always thought you’d marry…” And Nanna didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone was staring at Tom. He cleared his throat as he drank from his glass.

“So, okay, I’ll keep on trying on some others,” Y/N said. She glanced over at Tom.

Tom didn’t know how many dresses she tried, but he loved them all. Every time he saw her stepping out with a new dress he had to take a moment to breathe. Every time she stepped out, Tom added a flower, or a new guest to the imaginary wedding he was playing on his head.

But it became… boring, or tiring for a while because none of the dresses were suiting or pretty or not big or whatever the girls were making excuses out of it. They’d give out a “yes but…”

“Maybe try a pink one.”

“Maybe a mermaid tail.”

“A short dress, maybe?”

“Try it without the veil.”

And y/n was just losing it. She wasn’t even enjoying it anymore. Tom saw it. Her eyes getting teary. But she took a deep breath and smiled at her friends and family.

She walked back into her dressing room and Tom followed after.

The saleswoman tried to stop him but Tom shook his head, raising his hand.

“Hey, y/n…”

She didn’t answer. The saleswoman tried to stop him but Tom shook his head.

“Y/N?”

He heard her take a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” He asked. “Are you okay?”

“I—yeah, I’m okay—I”

“Y/N?”

Tom sighed, the door was slightly open. He opened it slowly to reveal a y/n, on the floor hugging her knees. She was crying.

Tom sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her, she leaned against him. She curled up to him.

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

She bit her lip. “It’s just too overwhelming.”

Tom looked at her. “Hey, no, it’s just another dress,” he reminded her.

She frowned. “No, it’s not.”

Tom closed his eyes. “I don’t mean it that way, what I mean,—“

“What you mean is that you don’t care about this.”

“I care more than you think.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You haven’t said anything about any dress.”

Tom sighed. “I know.”

“And I know you don’t care for weddings—“

“I care about you, y/n,” Tom said, seriously. He had turned stiff. “And I care so much.”

Y/N shrugged. “You don’t understand this.”

“What I understand is that you’ve walked out with a bunch of dresses that you didn’t choose yourself,” Tom reminded her. “You’ve looked beautiful in every single one of them, but I know that none of them are you.”

“They chose them for me.”

“but don’t listen to them, this is for you, alright?”

“They don’t like any.”

“Why do they have to have a saying? it’s you, your day, and you will look beautiful no matter what, you could dress with a white hoodie on your wedding day and you’d still look perfect.”

Y/n looked up. “Tom.”

“I’m serious, everything you’ve walked out with is perfect,” Tom said. “You’re breathtaking, y/n.”

Y/n sighed. “Can I do this?”

“Are you having second thoughts?” Tom asked with hope.

Y/n looked down. “I—“

And even if Tom wanted to make her think straight so he could get her to not marry the douchebag, he knew that his friend would rather appreciate his support.

“Y/N, you don’t have to please anyone,” Tom reminded her. “This is you, this has to be for you. And I know this is too hard for you because you keep doing what everyone expects you to do,” Tom said. “And trust me, no matter what you do, you’re still going to excel at it, just like you did with the dresses, but if you want to look perfect with your dress,” Tom continued. “You have to choose it yourself.”

“I—“

“I know you enough to know you wanted to look like Cinderella,” he reminded her. “But it won’t matter unless you’re a hundred per cent sure.”

Y/N looked him in the eyes. “Tom—“

“Actually, you know what? In the end, y/n, the dress doesn’t matter,” Tom explained.

Y/n frowned. “Tom I don’t need you telling me that you don’t believe in weddings.”

“I want you to think about it, close your eyes,” he said as he placed his fingers on her temples. She frowned but did as told. “Imagine this… you’re getting ready, you have your red lipstick on, your mother is gently arranging some loose strays of hair and you’re breathing in and out.”

Y/N nodded as she listened, relaxing against his touch.

“Someone walks in, hands you your flowers, which on the last moment were changed,” he continued as she frowned.

“But why—“

“Listen, y/n, they apologize for the inconvenience of the flowers, but says the words, ‘it’s time’…and you’re holding your flowers tightly, you’re angry because your hair is probably not fixed enough,” he continued. “And suddenly the music starts, and it probably sounds awfully—“

“Tom, why are you—“

“Sh, sh, and they open the door, you’re walking out with that gown you chose, that maybe wasn’t the one you wanted but you kept listening to your friends.”

“I don’t—“

“Sh—but it doesn’t matter, or does it? Because you’re walking in to be received by…” Tom gulped. “By him, the love of your life, not just any other guy you met, it’s him, he who doesn’t care about what dress you chose, he who doesn’t know a thing about flowers, and in all honestly couldn’t care less. He who knows what you’re thinking before your thoughts even come to your mind. He who is the answer to all of your questions. Does it matter?”

Y/N stayed quiet.

“Because maybe you’ve been planning this day all your life, y/n, and it probably will be ruined a million times, what Can go wrong, will go wrong, but it won’t matter because he loves you, blue or red flowers, good music or bad music, this dress or the other one. Because he sees the you inside of you and he couldn’t be happier, and you know you couldn’t be luckier. And he says it: I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, and you believe him, because you couldn’t imagine your life without him.”

Y/N opened her eyes, slowly. She turned to look directly into his eyes, venturing through them. He sensed that he had just planted a thought on her.

“And then you realize that it never mattered. Because you knew how the right person makes everything else perfect,” Tom whispered.

Y/N gulped. She fidgeted with the veil that was on top of her head. “Thank you.”

“Now I need you to smile, alright? The world needs your smile right now, I need it, okay? And I want you to walk out in a dress where you see yourself marrying the love of your life, alright?”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Tom stood up and helped her up. She immediately pulled him into a hug. Tom held her tight. He knew it, before everything. He was her best friend and at that moment she needed him as a best friend. Not as the guy who was deeply in love with her

But he loved her. He knew that he was supposed to be the person that after everything, makes everything feel alright. No matter how many things could go wrong, he knew that y/n would make it turn out right.

“I do believe in marriage, y/n,” he whispered. “I do believe in someone special who makes everything turn la vie en rose.”

Y/N gulped.

“Does he make you feel that way?” Asked Tom. “Does he turn everything right even when it’s wrong?”

Y/N didn’t answer, she just stared at him.

“Think about it, y/n, maybe you’re just trying to blame it on the dress,” Tom said condescendingly.

Y/N frowned. “What? No, no! He is… He is the right choice.”

Tom sighed. “Then you shouldn’t have any problem with the dress.”

Y/N let him go. “Right, right.”

Tom walked out, as the saleswoman made her way back into her dressing room. Y/N gave one last stare at him before telling her the exact dress she wanted.

“Is she okay?” Asked Lizzie as soon as Tom stepped back into the room.

“I’m going to ask you all a favour,” Tom started.

“What can you--”

“Liz, can you please? For y/n? For the first time ever, this isn’t about you,” Tom said.

“And not about you, either,” Liz added.

Tom didn’t even glare at her. “We have y/n back in there,” Tom explained. “Tears in her eyes,” Tom said, making Hannah, Jess and Lizzie all gasp. “I understand that she wanted to feel like Cinderella, but you girls don’t have to be her bloody stepsisters tearing her apart, ‘right?”

The three friends look down ashamed. With the little hope was having he stared at them.

“He’s right,” Anna agreed. “Y/N hasn’t smiled the way she should, and it’s her wedding dress, for God’s sake, she should be feeling perfect!”

“Yes,” Tom added. “And please show some support for the next dress, even if you don’t like it, it’s… her happiness before everything, alright?”

They all agreed. Tom guessed he was telling that to himself, too. That whatever happened, it was bigger to see her happy.

Y/N walked out, unsteady and insecure with each step. But it seemed different this time, because right now she looked radiant. Uneasy, but happy. They all had to stop what they were doing to take in all of her brightness. It was perfect, no flaws. Y/N looked down with a sublime smile, and as she walked closer the light hit her in the perfect spot, as if their whole surrounding had darkened just to get her her own spotlight. Even other people from the bridal shop had to stop to look at her. The wedding dress was simply perfect. It was a princess cut, big dress cascading down, with a heart-shaped neckline, that sparkled around her skin as if she was just covered with a magical fabric, that was loosely but brightly shining over her neck. Stars were gleaming on her. Diamonds.

Tom had to sit down, as he tried to breathe again. He looked at her with wonder and excitement and awe. It was made for her.

And suddenly, even if Tom hadn’t asked her friends to support her, he knew they would’ve. There was no way that they wouldn’t have loved it because it was made for her.

Tom blacked out, in a certain way. Because he didn’t listen to all the compliments, the tears, or the clapping, He only stared at her. It was her and only her. Nothing else mattered.

He didn’t know when he came back to reality, and he wasn’t sure what face he was making.

“Do you… do you like it?” Y/N asked him.

Tom shook his head and blinked. “Wha--?” Tom gulped. “Yeah, yeah, you...look perfect,” he whispered. He didn’t have any words, or not any that he could say out loud. He wanted her more than want, he loved her more than love. And he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Y/N blushed as she looked down. She took a deep breath as she stared at herself. “I… I think this is the one.”

“Does this matter, y/n?” Lizzie asked with sadness. “I mean, you look beautiful….But.”

Hannah stepped in. “Weren’t you going to wear his mom’s dress?”

They all stayed quiet. Y/N didn’t answer.

And it turned blue. All the splendour and joy the dress had brought was gone. Y/N just smiled sadly.

“I… well, it’s good to dream, isn’t it? Maybe I can…” She looked down. “I can convince them so I can wear this one.”

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Y/N ended up with Tom. She had asked him to drive wherever. Tom was driving to the bakery. Whenever they were happy, whenever they were sad, whenever they had an argument or whenever they needed to celebrate. The bakery was their own little corner.

She had been quiet, and Tom needed she had to be quiet. She was processing everything.

“Aren’t you…. Aren’t you going to say anything?” She finally asked.

Tom eyed her. “You want me to say something?”

“I… I dunno,” she gulped. “You’re always saying something… And lately, you haven’t.”

Tom gulped. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“I… what did you really think about the dress?” She turned to him.

Tom shrugged. “You want me to say what I really think? Or you want me to say what you need to hear?”

Y/N frowned. “Where’s all that honesty?”

Tom shrugged.

“You’re always honest, Tom,” Y/N added. “Who’s this new Tom Holland?”

Tom shrugged. He parked. “One that’s had many realizations.”

Y/N grinned as she looked up at the bakery. “Gosh, haven’t been here in ages,” she chuckled. Tom watched her with a big smile.

The bakery was rather alone, they sat down and stared at the menu. “ I want to taste everything.”

Tom chuckled. “But I think I know just the thing for you, you need to try the new Strawberry rhubarb tart,”

Y/N chuckled and blinked. “How did you know--I was--?”

Tom smirked. “I know you, y/n, it’s like you’ve forgotten everything we are, and everything we will be.”

Y/N chuckled. “Time away changes us,” she reminded him. “But hey, I know just what you want,” she grinned. “Crown… apple fudge brownies!”

Tom laughed. “You know, I actually realized something.”

“What?” She blinked.

“I think we don’t exactly guess what the other wants,” Tom admitted.

She gasped. “How could you--!”

“No, no, hear me out, I think we just order whatever we secretly want to try,” Tom grinned.

Y/N bit her lip, giggling to herself. “Nah, I’d like to keep the idea that we know each other that well.”

“That sounds better, doesn’t it?” He grinned. “Reading each other minds. Knowing our thoughts before we even think of them.”

Y/N gulped. “Right.”

Tom watched her. The waitress arrived just in time. They ordered for each other. And their respective tea and coffee, with cream.

“I missed this,” Tom admitted.

Y/N smiled sadly. “I will miss this,” she muttered.

Tom frowned. “Hey, I’ll be around,” he chuckled. “If you let me, of course.”

She gulped. “Tom, It’s complicated…”

Tom sighed. “Do you really want me to tell you my thoughts on today?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, that’s the least you could do.”

Tom took a deep breath. This was a chance, but it didn’t feel like the right moment.

“Most of them were awful,” he said. “Some of them were tacky, especially Lizzie’s choices,” Tom wrinkled his nose, making y/n laugh. “But you somehow made it perfect, no matter how ugly the dress was, you looked stunning, breathtaking, beautiful,” he continued. “But your friends… your friends were awful,” Tom whispered. “But… that just… That one last dress,” he threw his head back. “Y/N, I’ve never been more honest, you looked perfect, the moment you walked out of that dressing room, I… I lost it, y/n,” he looked into her eyes and reached for her hand. “Like an angel, like...it was perfect. You need to wear that dress, not any other.”

Y/N had to pause, he squeezed her hand. It was as if she didn’t want to listen to him, because she knew he was right.

“But you said it doesn’t matter,” y/n reminded him.

“Yet it does,” Tom muttered.

The waitress placed their desserts in front of them. Y/N let his hand go. Tom wanted to make it clear, Y/N had made a big mistake.

They remained slightly quiet for the rest of their meal, sharing their desserts.

Tom didn’t know how it had gone, honestly. They ended up tired, plopped on his couch, with her complaining about the cold weather. They were back at his place, as Tom was completely defeated.

Y/N had started rambling for about 20 minutes, and started walking around the sofa, Tom didn’t say anything but he was missing her warm body so he just stared at her and listened. She was talking, and talking and talking about how awful the day had gone, and how she couldn’t stand Lizzie, Hannah and Jess right now. The day was supposed to be happy, and they had just made it the worst. She then talked about the many things she had to get done before leaving to Mexico, how she had a lot to plan and barely had any time.

“Y/N, things will become better,” Tom interrupted her rambling. She stopped and chuckled.

“Thanks. Thanks, Tom, I… sorry, this is just… overwhelming,” she apologized. stayed quiet and spent the night listening to her.

They were catching up, playing games, drinking some beers. Just Tom and y/n happy again. She didn’t leave for the night, she had fallen asleep on Tom’s arms on the couch as they ended up watching Notting Hill, and Tom couldn’t help but think and imagine that if only he could wake up this way this morning. 3 words so easy to write, so easy to think, so hurting to feel, and damn, so damn difficult to say.

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