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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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What’s the Difference

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes (very generic OC — no detail used aside from the pronouns she/her) rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, non-con/dub-con elements (predominantly oral, exhibitionism), emotional and psychological abuse, yandere style prompts: “This isn’t a punishment, it’s a lesson!” || “Just give it a little time, you’ll get used to it! I know it!” || “Let me see that pretty smile.”

Prompts requested by @imanuglywombat! This came out far darker than I’d originally anticipated. Also, I tried to write it in second person but I just kept fuckin’ it up so I had to abandon ship and go with ‘she’— hopefully it’s not too bothersome. Man, fingers crossed its decent.

She didn’t mean to stare out the windows so often. The house was beautiful, a classic Brooklyn brownstone, and decorated just the way she’d always dreamt. The walls were varying shades of burgundy and cream, the floors all dark wood that matched the crown molding and doors. There were constantly rotating vases of cut flowers on varying surfaces throughout the house and there were days when she saw new flowers every time she turned a corner. And everything was soft, from the rugs to the throw pillows to the classic upholstered chairs. The house was everything she’d ever dreamt of, but she still stared out the windows.

Most of the time, she just got distracted. Carrying a laundry basket to the bedroom meant passing the beautiful bay windows. She would stop on the stairs, purely by accident, and stare out the stained glass that sat over the front door. They’d be sitting in the living room and she’d be curled between them, supposedly watching a movie, and be captivated by the view through the sheer curtains. She barely noticed when it happened, but they did. Steve and Bucky had noticed and it bothered them.

It had been a bit since she’d been allowed outside; after all, the first few times they let her into the backyard she’d tried to run. She’d cooled off since then, but her preoccupation with the windows was concerning. It meant she wasn’t settling or growing comfortable, she still wanted to leave the house. The house they had so meticulously crafted for her. Just for her. Why did she still want to leave? It was perfect. The house was perfect—they were perfect.

The bay windows would prove to be her downfall and Steve’s breaking point. She had been once again doing chores, Monday was her self-designated laundry day, and had gotten stuck staring outside on her way to the bedroom with a basket full of clean clothes. Honestly, she couldn’t of even told you how long she spent just gazing into the distance, but Steve could. Steve could tell you it was exactly 13 minutes before he intervened.

“Come here, princess,” his grip on her elbow made her drop the laundry basket, a short gasp escaping as he ushered her towards the bedroom.

“W-what? Why?” Her little bare feet pattered over the hard wood floor, steps swift to keep up with his long strides, “Steve?”

“You’ve got to stop staring out the windows,” he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice and keep his grasp gentle, “it’s not right.”

“The windows? What do you mean?” Her brain was running a million miles per hour trying to figure out what she’d done wrong, all she was doing was looking out the window, why was she in trouble? “Steve—”

“Hush princess,” he ushered her through the door to their bedroom, eyes flashing to where the heavy curtains were pulled over the windows, “You stare out the windows constantly, like all you want to do is leave.”

She forced herself not to pull a face, not to react in anyway but with confusion. Of course all she wanted to do was leave. They’d pressed and pressed and pressed for her to move in with them, that their home was safer than her apartment. Sure, they weren’t out with their relationship yet but anyone who paid attention would be able to tell that Bucky and Steve had started seeing her. They’d taken her on dates, both together and separately, to events that Tony threw in the tower, they’d even taken her abroad on vacations. Anyone who wanted to hurt the two Avengers would be able to do so easily via their affection for her, so it was best that she moved in.

Then it was for the best that she sell her car, she didn’t need to be driving anywhere. Then it was best for her to cancel her credit cards, end her gym membership. It was best that she got a new Starkphone, which they promised they’d eventually program her friend’s numbers into, and why would she need a bunch of social media apps? Best to leave those off. They just wanted to do what was in her best interest. Pressing her to quit her job? It was for the best.

“I-I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, Steve,” she whispered through trembling lips, hands grasped tightly in front of her, “I didn’t—”

“I know, princess, this isn’t a punishment, it’s a lesson.”

That was worse. That was worse than a punishment. Tears welled in her eyes as he crossed to the windows and drew back the curtains, tying them off to the sides. The last lesson she’d gotten had been on how to take their cocks all the way into her throat without gagging and leave them there until one of them let her off. It had been humiliating and painful and she’d cried constantly, which had bothered them. They’d only stopped when she was too tired to cry anymore, praising her for doing so well, for staying calm, for being a good girl.

“Come here,” he motioned her forward, hand extended out towards her and a stern look in his eye, “now, princess.”

She forced her feet to move, toes dragging over the soft rug that covered the floor. When she put her hand in his, he tugged her so her back was snuggly against his chest and turned so they faced the window.

“You keep stopping right in front of the windows,” Steve murmured, lips brushing against her ear, “that’s dangerous, princess. You never know who could be watching.”

The sound of footsteps came from behind, but Steve didn’t let her turn. It was just Bucky; it couldn’t have been anyone else. They hadn’t had anyone over in months, not since Wanda had criticized how they took care of her. The redhead had said how they treated her was wrong, like she was a possession instead of a person. Too bad she hadn’t gotten out while she still had the chance, while she still had contact with friends.

“You know how easy it is to shoot someone through a window? Standing completely still the way you do?” The brunet’s voice was rough as he approached, heavy boots echoing through the quiet room, “Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you, princess?”

Her heart nearly stopped, the thinly veiled threat pounding through her head. I could’ve killed you, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve killed you. It was rhythmic, her heart restarting to that particular beat and thrumming beneath her skin like a promise. Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you? Of course she knew— there was a reason she’d only tried to leave twice.

“We’ve been trying to decide how to teach you to stop,” Steve stated, one hand running up and down her side while the other stayed locked around her waist.

“I’ll stop,” she responded without hesitation, “I won’t do it anymore—”

“Quiet now, princess,” Bucky circled around to stand between her and the window, hands on his hips, “you listen during lessons, don’t talk back.”

Her lips pressed together, a distressed noise escaping her chest but no words came out. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes and she tried to force her jaw not to chatter, no matter how scared she was. Steve’s hands slipped under her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head quickly, smiling to himself upon seeing the goosebumps rising all over her skin. Her mind might’ve been a bit behind, but her body already knew it’s place. Her bra and pants followed, leaving her in a pair of white panties.

“We know how shy you are, even with us,” Bucky reached out and cupped her face, thumbs running gently over her cheeks, “so embarrassed to show off your body.”

Steve slipped the hand that wasn’t holding her against his chest down into her panties, fingers teasing between her dry folds, “Buck, get down there and get our princess’s pussy nice and wet, would’ya?”

The brunet was quick to drop to his knees, pulling her underwear down easily and lifting her left leg up over his shoulder. A groan escaped him; she had a pretty little pussy and they kept it nicely shaved. The whimper that escaped her when he dove in made the action all the more sweet.

“Now, look at you princess, getting your pussy eaten right in front of the window,” Steve whispered in her ear, carefully manipulating her to face the glass, “is this why you stop at the windows all the time? Is it because you want people to see you?”

A soft cry escaped her, Bucky latching onto her clit with a brutal intensity while two fingers plunged into her. It didn’t take long for her to get wet; they had her body well-conditioned to respond to their touches. Her eyes were locked on the window, tears escaping her eyes. They lived on a relatively busy street, their bedroom window faced the front, and oh god there was a man walking his dog.

“P-Please, I’m sorry I w-won’t—”

“Shhhh, princess,” Steve quickly lifted her into his arms, legs spread obscenely over his arms, “don’t talk back. Let Bucky finish eating that pretty pussy. Now, until you learn to stop standing in front of the windows, we’re confiscating all of your clothes.”

She made the kind of noises that got him hard within seconds; the sob that slipped from her lips when she registered his words was no different. Bucky too, if the responding sound he made way any indication. He started eating her out with a whole new intensity, fingers rubbing relentlessly at her g-spot. Steve grinned when he realized the man walking his dog had stopped, a look of shock on his face as he stared up into the window.

“Would you look at that, princess?” He directed her attention once again, heat welling up inside of him when she wailed in distress, “look at him watching, do you think he can tell how far inside your cunt Buck’s fingers are? Maybe I should just fuck you up against the glass instead, press those pretty tits right up against the window?”

He was sure she would’ve started to thrash if he didn’t have such a tight hold on her, especially as Bucky tapped his knee; she was about to cum.

“See, this is the perfect lesson, princess,” Steve murmured into her ear, “this is exactly why you don’t stare out the windows all the time, you never know who’s gonna be watching.”

“Please stop!” She wailed, squirming the best she could while Bucky continued to voraciously suck at her clit, “Please Bucky, please stop!”

She came within in the next few seconds, a high pitched cry slipping through her lips as her body pulled taught. Bucky didn’t let up, fingers still buried in her pussy as he worked her through the orgasm. It wasn’t until she started thrashing hard enough that even Steve had a hard time keeping hold of her that he finally stopped.

“You really don’t need clothes while you’re in the house anyway, princess,” the brunet stated calmly as he stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, “this’ll just be a good way to get you used to it, and it’ll keep you from standing in the middle of the windows.”

“P-please, I’ll stop,” she whispered, the tone pathetic even to her own ears, “t-this isn’t necessary, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Just give it a little time, princess, you’ll get used to it,” Steve pressed a quick kiss to her ear, “I know you will.”

When she continued to cry, Bucky cooed quietly and ran his hands over her face, “come on, princess, enough crying. Let me see that pretty smile.”

It wasn’t a request and she knew it. Trembling lips pulled up at the corners, tears still leaking from her eyes, and she forced herself to smile.

#steve rogers x oc x bucky barnes #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!mcu #yandere prompts #what's the difference

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hadleyforte · 3 years

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five fat turkeys → hadall

TAGGING → Hadley Forte & Kendall Andersen (@kendallandersen)

TIMELINE → Friday, November 20, 2020

SETTING → ASU Music Hall Piano Room

SUMMARY → Hadley and Kendall share a moment during his last piano lesson before Thanksgiving break.

Hadley had listened to her classmates' excited chatter about Thanksgiving for weeks now, but she hadn't felt any Thanksgiving cheer of her own until she'd stumbled across a list of ten Thanksgiving songs for kids to learn on the piano. Most of her classmates would be leaving for the holiday break the next morning, Kendall Andersen included, but she'd taken a shot in the dark and texted him anyway, wondering if he'd want to join her for one last piano lesson before he headed home to his family. She was probably more delighted than was strictly necessary when he agreed to come meet her instead of spending his last night with other friends instead. Teaching him her favorite instrument had been one of the high points of her semester, and the look on his face every time he successfully got through one of her lessons left her smiling for hours even after he was gone. Maybe Thanksgiving on ASU campus wouldn't feel so crummy, as long as she could imagine Kendall having a great holiday at home, showing off his new talents in the form of one of the silly songs she wanted to teach him. Hadley spread the sheet music for the songs out on the piano as she waited, idly trying them herself while she waited for Kendall to arrive.

Kendall had been so excited to get a text from Hadley the night before the holiday break. Learning piano with Hadley had been great and he'd been hoping to show his family the progress he'd made with her, so one last rehearsal before heading home for Thanksgiving was perfect. With a huge smile on his face, Kendall made his way to the music room where Hadley had been helping him all semester; his smile grew when he heard some notes coming out of the room, since it meant she was already there. "Hey, Hadley!" he greeted with a raised hand, hurrying over to where she sat and sitting next to her, wrapping her up in a big side hug for a moment. "Thanks so much for this! I actually wanted to message you too, but you beat me to it," Kendall admitted. "I'm really glad we get to have one more of these before I go home. You're the best music teacher I've ever had. And one of the coolest friends." He leaned over and bumped his shoulder against her. "So, Ms. Forte, what do you have for me today?"

Between Kendall's enthusiastic greeting and his confession that he'd wanted to reach out to her, too, Hadley felt her cheeks heating up slightly. That seemed to be a recurring thing around him; it had started in the dim firelight at camp, and hadn't stopped back at ASU, whether they were dancing at a crowded masquerade or just sitting side by side on a piano bench like this. Those thoughts were distracting, though, and she'd fought too long to push them out of her head to let them take over now. "I'm glad you were up for it! I found a couple of really cute beginner Thanksgiving themed songs; I thought it would be fun for you to play them for your family when you're home, if you wanted to. More festive than just 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,' you know?" she said excitedly, gesturing towards Five Fat Turkeys Are We and Hooray, Thanksgiving Day! sitting before them. "If I'd found them sooner I would have made the five fat turkeys for you to take home, too, but well... you have way more camp skills under your belt than I do, I'm sure if you wanted props you could make them yourself!"

Kendall took off the jacket he'd been wearing and let it fall to the side of the bench as he listened to Hadley start talking. He never would've thought to look for Thanksgiving songs, but that was one of the benefits of having a friend that was so smart and creative. "That's such a great idea, Hadley! Don't get me wrong, I stan 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', it was one of my first favorite songs, but these look perfect." He took in the sheet music and laughed a little at the title Five Fat Turkeys Are We, but he was quickly distracted by the idea of making five fat turkey props. "It's okay, I suck at packing so my suitcase is full anyway. There wouldn't be room for five fat turkeys but that sounds so cute! Maybe we can start picking out a Christmas song when we get back from back and make props together!" Kendall suggested animatedly, already trying to think of what would be the most fun to make. Rudolph? A partridge in a pear tree? He was getting ahead of himself, though. He always did that, and he forced himself to focus on the moment. "Um, which of these songs is your favorite? I want to learn to play the one you like most."

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star's a classic for a reason," Hadley agreed, buoyed by how excited he was about something so simple. She really needed people like Kendall in her life, to remind her to be excited more often. There were so many good things around her; getting too bogged down in stress would make her miss them. "And we could have totally changed the words to, I don't know, Gobble Gobble Big Turkey or something... but now we don't have to," she beamed, placing the Five Fat Turkeys song in the front. It was lighter and sillier, and it felt more right for someone who seemed as effortlessly happy as Kendall. "And I can help you pack for Christmas! Unless that's weird because like, well... of course it's weird, you have to pack underwear and things like that. But I'm really organized and could help you fit everything, once you hide like... anything embarrassing," Hadley volunteered, ducking her head to hide her blush. It was so easy for her to write herself as being smooth and calm when she wrote her stories, but actually being those things in real life, when she was so close to him she could breathe in his comforting vanilla-rosemary scent? That was another story entirely. "I have a feeling hearing you successfully play them will make either one a proud teacher's brand new favorite song... But we'll start with the turkeys, how does that sound?" she asked, bumping her shoulder against his lightly as encouragement. "I'm sure you can tell me what the first note is, because you're an A+ pupil... but I can also show you, if you want," she volunteered gently, always willing to accommodate whatever learning style he was in the mood for that day.

"Gobble, gobble, big turkey," Kendall sang as closely to the notes to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as he could before giggling a little bit. "I'm glad we don't have to but honestly? That doesn't sound bad, you just came up with that on the spot?" Maybe he was a little bit easily impressed, but it was more than that -- Hadley was just impressive. It was hard not to find everything she did clever and funny and creative and smart. And nice, too. She was so nice for even offering to help him with this in the first place, or to help him do other stuff, like pack. His face flushed at the mention of his undergarments and he shook his head, laughing a little. "It's not that weird! It's a nice offer, really. And I don't have that many embarrassing things, I promise. I don't want to ask you to do stuff like pack my suitcases but I usually end my packing sessions by jumping on the suitcases just to zip them closed and if you can help me avoid that, well, I'd owe you one." How was Hadley so nice when he was just so awkward? It would've been embarrassing if he wasn't so excited to get to learn a new song. "That sounds great," he said, keeping scooched in right next to her after she bumped against him. It was kind of comforting, feeling the steadiness of a presence next to him, especially when he was only mostly sure what the first note was. It was just so easy to doubt himself and he didn't want to guess just in case he was wrong, because he didn't want Hadley to feel like she'd been wasting her time. "I'd love it if you showed me," Kendall admitted with a grateful smile.

Hadley nodded her head bashfully. If only Kendall knew all the crazy things she thought of off the top of her head... but that would scare him away, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. The more she got attached to him, the more she had a feeling she wouldn’t be ready for that ever , but those were the thoughts of a girl who planned her life out entirely too much and forgot to live in the moment. She didn’t want to do that now, not when this moment involved the sweetest boy she’d ever met and that smile that made her stomach feel a little too fluttery. “If nothing else I could sit on the suitcase for you so you don’t have to sit and zip at the same time,” Hadley promised, giggling at the mental image of him belly flopping onto his luggage. “Or you could just borrow some of my luggage and pack extra; it’s not like I ever really leave ASU,” she added with a shrug. She was fine living vicariously through friend’s holidays and movies and books; it only made her sad if she thought on it too long, and with the way her brain moved a million miles a minute, she could usually forget about it quite quickly. Right now she had music, and Kendall, and once he was gone at home, well, the music would still be there, at least. “Of course!” Hadley smiled sidelong at him before gently resting her fingers on the keys, letting them glide from note to note as she played the short song for him without singing the silly words that went along with it just yet.

"That's so cool," Kendall laughed, shaking his head and making a mental note to try to write a full parody version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to perform for Hadley when they came back from Thanksgiving break. It was kind of silly but the idea sparked joy so he hoped it would spark joy in Hadley too. After all, making a girl who'd be willing to sit on his luggage for him smile was kind of the least he could do. "That would honestly make it so much easier! I'm so not flexible enough to lie down on something and zip around it at the same time. I once accidentally zipped my sweater into the zipper, so, if I can avoid that, I'll be a happy man." His growing smile plateaued for just a second at the thought of Hadley staying at school for the holidays. Somewhere in his brain, he must've known that was the case. She wasn't his only friend from the Isle, of course, and where else would these kids without family go? Still, it pulled at his heart harder than he expected it to. He was kind of glad they were turning to focus on the music for a moment because he'd had to really choke down the reflex to ask Hadley if she was okay with not having anywhere to go, and if she wanted to talk about it, and getting into a serious and potentially depressing conversation wasn't why they were here. Maybe when she taught him the song, he could treat her to a late night coffee to thank her and ask her if she wanted to talk. Maybe he'd even invite her home…

But that would have to wait. Right now, he just wanted to prove to Hadley that he'd picked up some talents over their time together. Watching her play the notes so easily was both intimidating and inspiring, and when she finished, he clapped his hands together for her. "Okay," he said softly, rubbing his cold hands together for a second before putting his hands on the keys in front of him. He gave her a nervous smile before trying the song out. He played it slower than Hadley had, and not as gracefully, but he thought he hit all the notes right at least, enough to smile proudly at her when he was done. "I think I messed up the rhythm in the middle there but I hit the notes so...yay?"

Hadley held her breath as she watched Kendall play the song back for her. It was so impressive, how quickly he picked it up, with only a slight hiccup in the middle. "No, no, it was so good," Hadley promised him, a proud smile on her face when he had finished. "It wasn't perfect, but the best things in life aren't. If things were perfect on the first try, that would be so boring," she informed him matter of factly, bringing her hands back up out of her lap, ready to play with him. "That part in the middle's tricky anyway. Do you want to try it again? I can help guide you through it, until your hands get used to the motion," she offered. Perhaps she should have hesitated a bit more, waited for a response from Kendall, but he'd been so good at trusting her and her teaching methods so far that she thought nothing of it as she rested her hands atop his, small fingers lined up with his longer ones as she instructed, "Starting from the fifth line, ready when you are?"

Kendall hung his head sheepishly, but he couldn't hide the smile that Hadley's words brought. "One thing's for sure, I definitely couldn't have done even that when we first started. And if I'd been perfect our first lesson, this might not have continued, which would have been too bad." He was about to ask her to promise she'd still make time to play with him when he didn't need her help anymore but he held it back. It was a moot point anyway, he wouldn't ever get too good to need Hadley. Like everything else he tried, music was something he loved but it wasn't his Thing. That didn't mean he didn't want to try though, so when Hadley offered, he nodded. He didn't fully grasp what she'd meant when she said 'guide you through it', so the touch of her fingers on his surprised him, but not in a bad way. Just in a way that made his face warm and made him curse his more hopelessly romantic nature. Kendall had an issue with imagining sparks wherever a pretty smile and a kind heart and a good person and the tossing and turning of his stomach popped up. Heck, once upon a time he'd convinced himself that love-averse Claudine was an option, which was a clear sign that he sucked at this kind of thing. He thought he'd gotten better at it in more recent times but more and more sparks came up every time he and Hadley hung out. It had started at camp and followed him through every lesson, every text, every dance at the Halloween ball, and now, when her hands rested on his so comfortably. She probably had no idea that her easy contact sent such electricity down his arms, and she probably wouldn't like if she knew. Swallowing that down, he smiled and said, "Let's do it," before letting his fingers start moving. He took the first note but from then on it really felt like a team effort, to the point where he wasn't sure who was really leading, until they got to the end. He turned to her excitedly and laughed. "Is it just me or was that really good?!"

Kendall had a way of disarming her, of making her feel completely at ease with his warm smiles and his kind words. Maybe that was why it was so easy for Hadley to giggle and admit, "Teaching you became one of my favorite things to do from our very first lesson. Even if you had been perfect, I probably would have pretended you weren't, just so we could hang out more." Oh, God . That was so embarrassing of her to say that, but it was the truth. He was always so earnest, and always made her feel so special without even trying; the least she could do was make sure he knew the sentiment was returned, and tenfold, at that. When they'd first started hanging out at camp, she'd tried to hold herself back from feeling too much, knowing Claudine was so fond of him and not wanting to step on her friend's toes, but lately... Well, it had been harder and harder to fight the fact that she liked Kendall quite a bit more than she liked the average person. Thankfully, it seemed that Claudine's affections were directed elsewhere lately; it made her feel less guilty for the way her heart stuttered at the feel of their hands linked together on the keys, and definitely less guilty for the way her body was buzzing with nervous energy as they moved farther down the keyboard and she found herself having to scootch ever closer to him. "That was amazing," Hadley agreed breathlessly, keeping her hands resting on top of his, soaking up the warmth even though their song was done. "We're kind of an amazing team, huh?" she asked, jolting slightly when she realized that her face was much closer to his than it had been when they'd started, nearly as close as it had been when she'd been dancing with him at the Halloween ball and found her thoughts wandering into thinking it felt almost romantic to her. That was crazy, though; just because she felt like she was maybe allowed to like Kendall now didn't mean that he'd like her, too. He was just being his usual sweet self, and Hadley cleared her throat, finally bringing her hands back to her lap. "Do you want to try it on your own now? I can sing along, so it's still a team effort!"

It was good to hear that Hadley got joy out of these piano lessons just like he did, and it made warmth spread all over Kendall's chest. "We would've hung out more anyway," he promised, trying not to think that her confession reminded him of a thought he'd had at their last lesson, that even when he got better, he might pretend he hadn't just for more of this. More of laughing together over a piano and finding happiness in music together, of the little butterflies he felt when their fingers grazed or when her side was pushed against his. She came even closer as they played and he found himself grateful that she didn't scooch away once they were done. Physical touch was one of his big love languages, so being so close to her definitely made him feel like they were a united force. "We're the definition of an amazing team!" he assured her, his thumb briefly searching for Hadley's index finger atop his own to rub it a little bit in silent assurance. He made himself quickly stop though, because that was probably way too intimate, especially with how close their faces were now. He swallowed but found it hard to look away until he pulled her hands back, and he cleared his throat too with a nervous laugh as he looked back at the sheet music. "I'd love if you sang along," he agreed, waiting for a second before starting the song again, a little faster than his first try but still not as fast as it ought to go. Hadley had such a pretty voice and it was all so fun that he couldn't help himself from quietly joining in after she sang the intro. They really were a good team. He'd never thought he was a particularly good singer but his voice sounded like a nice soft background for hers, and he loved it.

For so long, Kendall had felt like such a separate entity to her, someone who was Claudine's friend and not really hers. She was so glad that had changed, but it was a little bit scary sometimes, too. It was entirely too easy for Hadley to understand why her friend was so fond of this wonderful boy; it was obvious in the way her brain got carried away the second he said they would have hung out more anyway, even without the piano lessons. She could picture it too easily; sitting across the table, staring into his eyes too long at nice dinners; walking across campus, maybe even hand in hand; cuddling up to him watching movies, or just staying up late talking to him about anything and everything; dancing, wearing matching costumes like they had on Halloween, only this time on purpose... Hadley had a feeling her cheeks were flushing red again just thinking about it, and she was glad for the song to distract her. Singing about five fat turkeys couldn't possibly be romantic... And yet, when the words were done, Hadley let Kendall repeat the song instead as she made up a next verse on the fly, anything to stay close to him, their hands brushing as he played, her eyes drifting from his hand back up to watch how cute his face was when he was concentrating on getting the song right... "Five fat turkeys are they," Hadley giggled, hoping she didn't confuse him too much by creating more of the song. "They played piano all day... When they gobbled along, people loved their song, and they're friends not food that way." It was a ridiculous attempt, but Hadley had a feeling Kendall would appreciate it. The fact that he always seemed to, no matter what it was she was doing, was part of why she kept gravitating towards him... like now, when she realized her face was close to his again at the song's close. This time, though, she didn't turn back to the piano; instead, she just smiled softly, not wanting to break their gaze.

The song was silly and the lyrics were borderline ridiculous, so it was even more ridiculous of Kendall to be feeling all fluttery, right? It was a testament to how much work they'd done on piano since summer that he was able to keep playing even though every time they accidentally brushed hands his face got a little bit warmer and his heart beat a little bit faster. At least it helped his playing speed up. Hadley's singing also helped him keep tempo, but he was more interested in the words she was singing than the tempo she was singing them. The words she was singing weren't coming from the sheet music -- she was making it up on the spot! And it was so good! "Oh my gosh!" he laughed, a huge smile on his face as he was visibly awed, once again, by her talent. "That's brilliant!" Which it was. It was also funny and clever and made him smile like crazy, just like Hadley herself; it was weird, but it made him feel special by association to be someone she made time for, someone she gifted with her brains and laughter and charm. And right now, it was so easy to imagine being the guy who could play piano while she came up with her unique songs. Maybe if he got better, they could do this more often. Maybe they could go to open mic nights, or karaoke, or maybe some day they could go to his house and show his parents... and wow, as always, he was getting ahead of himself, but that was so easy to do with Hadley. He'd always known she was pretty and talented, but the more he got to know her, he kept finding more and more things to like and it was getting him flustered. It also somehow kept getting him much closer to her face than he'd expected. "You're brilliant," he added, quieter now that they'd stopped playing piano. His eyes flickered down to take in all of Hadley's face before he could help himself. They were about this close when they were dancing together at the Halloween Ball, and on that day, he'd wondered if the warmth in his cheeks and the fluttery feelings in his stomach meant that something like a kiss might be a good idea. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about it right now too. She was probably just being nice and he was taking it all out of proportion, but it really did feel like something might be happening and he let himself get closer to her a little bit; even if nothing happened, Kendall found himself unable to resist indulging in the sparks between them for just a little bit longer. Hadley smelled so nice, as always, and she was so pretty, whether it was from as far away as spotting her across the room at a ball or as close as they were now, the closest they'd ever been.

This moment somehow felt so entirely different from the sort of thing Hadley had ever experienced with anyone else, and yet oddly familiar when it came to Kendall. The more time she spent with them, the more they got closer and closer to... something, that she couldn't quite put a name on. Their faces had been this close at the Halloween ball, too, and the nearness of him had made her feel fluttery and dizzy and exhilarated. Then, though, they'd been in a crowded room full of people, where anyone could see... including Claudine, whose feelings had been unclear to her. But her friend had gone on a real, actual date with another boy and had a good time! That meant she didn't have to feel guilty for wanting this moment to turn into something more, didn't it? That she wasn't a bad friend, and she wouldn't be hurting anyone if she stopped wondering what it would be like to close the distance between them and actually did it? If she was half as brilliant as Kendall said she was, she'd stop running away from something that was right in front of her just because she was scared. The scariest things in life were usually the most important ones, after all, and Kendall had already become so important to her in such a short period of time. The more she learned about him, the more she wanted to know... and right now, she desperately wanted to know if kissing him in real life would be as great as it was in the occasional daydream she allowed herself. Before she could second guess herself any longer, Hadley tilted her head upwards, until the space between them no longer existed, and her lips were pressed gently to his.

Kendall had been planning on letting himself linger in Hadley's space a moment longer, just because it felt so good to be so close to her. He wasn't really sure how long they were looking at each other; it felt like no time had gone by at all, or like maybe Thanksgiving had passed them by and so had Christmas, and New Year's, and everything else. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself indulge in these butterflyish feelings, and it seemed like they got stronger the longer he stayed. It was so much tension that when Hadley's lips actually touched his, it felt like a huge sigh of relief. He couldn't actually believe this was happening, but he wasn't complaining. He'd been curious about what it would be like to kiss Hadley since the bonfires at summer camp and his curiosity had only grown more and more as he'd gotten to know her, and it was sweeter than he could've imagined. It was soft but sent static all the way down to his toes and back up again. He kept the kiss gentle as he closed his eyes and leaned in a little bit, his hand finding one of hers on the piano and lightly resting on top of her fingers. It probably wasn't the correct kissing technique to have a large smile spread across his face but he couldn't help it; he always smiled when Hadley was involved. He pulled back when he was just about out of breath, because he didn't know whether to open his mouth and breathe against her or what. "Umm... that was.... awesome," he said happily and softly. "Is... can we? Again? Or...?" He wasn't even sure if words was coming out of his mouth coherently or not but he hoped Hadley understood him. She always made it feel like she did.

Hadley had only been kissed one other time in her life, and there was simply no comparison between the two occurrences. Until right now in this moment, she'd thought all the silly over-the-top phrases she used in her fanfics were just exaggeration, but no. Kissing Kendall made it clear that things like fireworks, and tingling lips, and feeling like you were a puzzle that had found its missing piece were very real feelings. Maybe inadequate, even, for describing the bliss she experienced, to have him kissing her back, returning her action in a way that made her heart feel like it was flying right out of her chest. When he held her hand on the piano, she accidentally played a random note, but she was so lost in the way their lips fit together that she hardly even noticed. She would have been disappointed that the kiss ended if she hadn't been in need of a breath herself, and she giggled when he called it awesome. "So awesome," she agreed breathlessly, "Like, awesome doesn't even begin to do it justice." With anyone else, she might have worried she seemed too enthusiastic, that she was being over the top... But this was Kendall, and she was on too much of a high from the kiss to overthink. "I'd love to -- you know, again," she nodded emphatically, squaring her body fully towards him on the piano bench. She'd had more songs she'd wanted to teach him before he went home, but suddenly, she couldn't imagine possibly sitting beside him and focusing on music when she'd just be thinking about how badly she wanted to kiss him. It was the best feeling in the world, quite possibly the greatest experience of her short life, and she brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders this time as her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him again, more confidently this time.

Kendall had not gone into today expecting to kiss Hadley -- in fact, he tried really hard never to go into any social interactions with any expectations that fell on the other person -- but now that it had happened, he just wanted it to happen again. He'd had moments in his life where he thought a kiss might be on the horizon but there were enough factors in his mind that kept him from going for it, and the other people had never taken the initiative either. Sometimes that left him feeling unwanted, like he just wasn't the guy people took chances on, but it was hard to think about that, or anything really, when Hadley's lips against his filled his body with too many good feelings. No matter what happened after this, Hadley was the girl who'd taken a chance on him. And that made him want to take chances back, like asking to kiss again, and he could scarcely believe it when she agreed. Maybe falling for somebody wasn't supposed to be filled with nerves that he was doing everything wrong, or that he was being selfish, or the crushing guilt that he wanted things the other person probably didn't; maybe it was meant to be as easy as kissing and liking it and kissing again. And again, and again. His hands came up to rest on her arms but they eventually found their way to her waist, like they were slow-dancing. They kissed and kissed and kissed until his head went light and his face almost hurt from smiling so much, but it was so nice, one of the nicest feelings he'd ever had. It was so nice, in fact, that he got lost in it, and eventually it was late, much later than he'd expected. He wouldn't have even noticed if it wasn't for the clock in the room but when he did, he pulled back reluctantly. "I uh... I have to go home and get some sleep. I'm leaving pretty early tomorrow and it's way later than I thought. Time flies when, you know, you're with someone that makes your heart happy," he smiled. "But that...you... thank you. For the song and everything else." The blood rushed back to his face, coloring it a warm pink as his hand mindlessly took hold of one of hers. "Can I walk you back to your dorm, maybe?"

It was hard to imagine that when this night had begun, Hadley had been sad about everyone leaving her here alone for the holidays, and worried that Kendall had better things to do with his evening than see her before he left. Instead, this had turned into a magical evening she’d never forget, complete with what she planned to count as her first real kiss... and second, and third, and more. Kissing Kendall was just as intoxicating as talking to him was, maybe even more so, and selfishly she wished they could stay right here like this forever. He was right, though; it had grown late, and he had places to be even if she didn’t. She felt lightheaded and giddy as he took her hand in his and walked her back to her dorm, like the real gentlemen she daydreamed about. It was nearly as romantic as kissing him had been, the way their fingers stayed intertwined the whole time as she chattered nervously about the five fat turkeys and how she couldn’t wait to hear about how his family reacted to his performance. There was more she wanted to say as they approached the dorm she shared with Claudine — things she wanted to ask, like what this meant for them and if it could happen again, the sooner the better. That might be asking for too much, too soon, though, and Hadley didn’t want to ruin her perfect night by asking and getting answers she might not like. Instead, as they reached her door, she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself as she pressed up on her tiptoes and kissed him again, lingering there as long as she could, savoring the taste of his lips and the floaty feeling that she had a feeling would stay with her the whole time he was home. “Happy Thanksgiving, Kendall,” Hadley told him, pulling him tight for one last hug before finally putting her hand on her door and twisting the knob to go inside and dream of him instead.

#para #para:fivefatturkeys #para:kendall #asukendall #kendallandersen #thanksgiving 2020

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whosmorales · 5 years

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Kiss the girl - Spider Noir x reader

A/N: there’s no where near enough spider noir fanfics so I decided to take a crack at it. I’ve never written one before though so I sincerely apologize if this stinks.

Warnings: swearing, fluff I guess?? General bad writing

“I need you to fake date me” you said to Peter (Peter Noir to be specific, not the pig or the old, sad man, as much as you loved the two.)

Peter sighed and took of his thick, round glasses to clean them off on his sweater as he supported himself by leaning one arm on the kitchen counter. “And what is this for exactly?” He inquired, his dark eyes locking with yours before he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You felt yourself get flustered when you realized how stupid you must sound to him right now. “Weeeelllllll..I may or may not have made a bet with Miles. We agreed that whoever could get someone from the spider crew to go out with them first would get twenty dollars from the other one.” You said, avoiding his gaze slightly.

“And why me?” He asked in a slightly soft voice.

“Well, dating a pig would just be weird, Peter B is almost twice my age and is just patching things up with MJ, Penni is like my little sister, and Miles is totally pining over Gwen, I’m trying to win a bet, not break the kids heart.” You rambled, casually deciding not to mention that you wouldn’t mind dating him for real, instead of just for twenty dollars.

He sighed softly in response before making eye contact with you once again, his deep black eyes stared into yours in a way that was almost intense. “Fine...” he muttered, breaking eye contact after what felt like an eternity. “But you owe me one” his features softened and his face flushed a little, but you barely noticed considering his skin only got a slightly darker gray color.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Thanks, Love.” You said in a sarcastic way. I mean, if you guys were gonna fake date, you might as well make the most of it, right? You grabbed his hand in yours, catching him off guard, and marched down to Aunt May’s basement, where everyone was hanging out.

You proudly walked up to Miles, Peters hand still in yours. “Cough it up Morales!” You said with a wide grin on your face.

“Are you mcfreaking serious?!” He said, avoiding using a certain word in front of Penni. You nodded happily and looked up at Peter, who you saw was nodding as well, his face calm and his mouth forming a soft, almost indistinguishable smile.

Miles let out an over dramatic sigh before pulling a crisp 20 out of his back pocket and putting it in your hand, or more like tossed it over to you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of winning by giving it to you so delicately. You giggled delightedly and gave Miles a hug, which he ignored like the little drama queen he is. After that, you turned around to face Noir. Should you hug him? No, you had to keep up the impression that he was most definitely your boyfriend, but without freaking him out or anything. You put your hand in his and squeezed it softly, which caught him off guard, he was hoping expecting so much as a kiss on the cheek, but at least he could remain cool and calm this way.

“Alright I’m gonna go get a new book, with my new TWENTY DOLLARS” you said, dragging out the last few words and making sure to rub it in Miles’ face.

“Slow down darling, you’ll freeze out there.” You heard Peter say before spinning around to see him wrap his seemingly giant trench coat around you. You felt a light blush sprinkle your cheeks.

“Thanks” You said rather quietly before you spun back around on your heel to go to the book store about a block from Aunt May’s house.

“Be back in time for movie night! 9 o’clock, you can choose the movie.” Peter B yelled as you walked away. You smiled to yourself and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself and putting on a pair of boots over your fuzzy socks. You checked the time, 7:30 pm. Cool.

As soon as Miles heard the door close upstairs, he turned around in his chair to look at Peter Noir, who could already feel himself getting flustered.

“Sooooo...you and (Y/N) huh?” He said, almost in an interrogation voice.

“Y-Yeah” Peter replied awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck and fumbling over his words.

“Cute.” Gwen said out of nowhere. “What’s your favorite thing about her?” Gwen was like an overprotective sister to you, even if she was younger, and she wanted to know everything about you, your friends, and your partners, which now included Peter.

“Uhm..well, my favorite thing about her can’t be boiled down to just one thing” he said, not even realizing it was all fake. “I like the little smiles she does when she gets complimented, how her nose scrunches up, I like how she puts other people before herself, especially when she’s saving people, when there’s stray glitter on her face from who knows where, it just looks angelic, I like when she’s having a lazy day and just lounges around in Spider-Man pajama pants and a big old tee shirt, and she still looks gorgeous.” He continued to ramble on before he realized.

Fuck.

He has it really bad for you.

A little bit more time passed of him gushing over you like a girl with her first crush to the other members of the spider crew before you came downstairs, already having changed into a big, comfy Disney world tee shirt and the Spider-Man pajama pants that Peter adored you in oh so much.

“I got a Spider-Man comic book!” You said happily, showing it to Penni, who you knew would be beyond excited to read it with you before she went to bed every night. That was another thing Peter loved about you, you were always elated to hang out with any member of the crew, and you had special activities you did with all of them. With the two of you, you loved to show him music from different decades, your favorite being the 80s, you just loved dancing like an idiot to the voices of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury with your friend. Yeah, that’s all he was. Your friend who you just so happened to be fake dating.

Peter B clapped like a teacher trying to get a class to listen up. “Okay kiddos it’s movie night! Since porker got to choose last week, that means it’s (Y/N)’s turn today!” You smiled to yourself, already knowing which movie I’d choose.

You fished out a CD of the little mermaid (nice pun). You knew everyone, as much as some would hate to admit it, enjoyed it. Porker and Penni enjoyed any cartoons, Peter Noir loved watching anything ahead of his time, especially colorful movies like this one, as much as Miles and Peter B would hate to admit it, they were both suckers for the under the sea song, and Gwen had a soft spot for Ariel, she loved that Ariel was smart and knew what she wanted, unlike most of the princesses before her. And you? Well, this movie was just your favorite, you couldn’t explain it really, but watching it felt like being a giddy little kid all over again, it gave you a sense of wonder.

You smiled like a little kid seeing fireworks for the first time as the bright blue screen flashed with a picture of the Disney castle. You were snuggled up under a soft pink blanket (that you totally didn’t steal from Penni) with Noir by your side, the two of you separated by his hand. You sighed internally, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? you thought to yourself, why couldn’t you always be by Noirs side, be able to call him your boyfriend, borrowing his trench coat, even though everyone besides him couldn’t pull it off the same was he did, calling him cheesy nickna-

Your thoughts were cut off midway through when you felt a strong, but gentle arm wrap around your shoulders over the couch. You jerked your head rather quickly to see Peter, who looked all embarrassed and flustered, but his arm didn’t move, though you weren’t complaining. You melted into his touch pretty instantly and you felt his fingers lazily trace patterns of swirls and circles on your arm. God you were so glad he wasn’t aware of what colors meant, because the blush across your nose and cheeks was growing, and fast.

You felt yourself smile into Peter’s shoulder, which you rested your head against, when you heard your favorite song of the movie, kiss the girl, come on. Something about the song was just so magical and sweet, and listening to it while snuggling with Peter “Noir” Parker made you feel beyond lucky.

“And you don't know why, but you're dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl” you sang along softly. Peter was surprised he didn’t swoon right then and there at the sound of your gentle voice.

Without realizing what he was doing, Peter put 2 fingers under your chin to face you towards him, gently and calmly. He stared into your eyes for a breif moment, though it felt like everything else had disappeared in that moment, no one but you and Peter. He looked down, letting out a small exhale that released just enough anxious thoughts for him to kiss you. It was gentle and calm, but it felt so real.

After a moment, you pulled away from him and stared into his eyes, searching to see how sincere he was, almost not believing what had just happened.

Had he done this because the others were around? Or did he do that because he really wanted to?

You smiled at him softly before sinking back into him. He was almost in disbelief from how calm you were, because god knows he was absolutely freaking out internally and probably over analyzing everything.

There was a good hour left in the movie, although it felt like it went by in just seconds of cuddling under Peter’s arm while your hands grabbed his free one and to rubbing in circles on his hand. As the end credits started to roll, you noticed everyone besides you and Peter had passed out. For a second, you felt shy and vulnerable, even though you’d kissed what felt like moments ago.

“I like fake dating you” Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly as to not wake the others up.

You smiled shyly, though you felt kind of heartbroken, with the word fake being added to that sentence . “I like fake dating you too.”

“Alright Doll, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, in that warm 30s voice of his you loved to hear so much.

“Goodnight Love.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he didn’t seem to think much of. That made you realize something: I want to actually date this nerd! Fuck I’m a dumbass!

“Wait!” You whisper shouted as he walked away. He turned around to you with a goofy smile.

“I want to date you...but for real this time.” You said, or more accurately declared.

He smiled softly and nodded. “Me too, I guess I’ll see you in the morning Love”

He called you love

Holy shit

God this man made you melt like Ariel did for prince Eric.

A/N: sorry if this is like really bad but let me know what you guys think!

#spider noir x reader #x reader #spider man noir #into the spider verse #marvel #marvel x reader #spider noir #spider man #spiderverse

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waveypedia · 5 years

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" I'm just working up the nerve," fenton and idk

Della Duck has been back for three weeks, and Fenton still hasn’t met her.

He’s seen her, in pictures, on a video feed, and in the news.

She’s also been to the lab, but they’ve never spoken. He doesn’t know if she’s even noticed him.

She’s only there for Gyro.

When Team Science first received word (read: Scrooge running downstairs at the speed of light and screaming incoherently at them between breaths) that Della was alive and coming home, Gyro immediately brightened. He was happier, kinder, more energetic. He started taking breaks, getting sleep, drinking less (though still way more than healthy) coffee, and putting his inventions aside.

To see Della.

Fenton knows Della was one of Gyro’s childhood friends. Perhaps the only one. He knows he was devastated when his own creation caused her assumed death. He knows Gyro was beyond overjoyed to see his friend home safe and sound, to see one creation that didn’t go faulty for once.

But it still hurts, to see Gyro beam at Della apropos of nothing when he rarely smiles at Fenton, to see them walking together, to see him leaving the lab for her. Fenton doesn’t know why at first. Gyro deserves friends and breaks and happiness. And he’s yelling at Fenton less and less.

But it doesn’t click until M’ma waves a paper excitedly in his face, too fast for his quick eyes to read it. “Your jerk boss is in the papers!!”

Fenton grabs the paper out of her hand. It crumbles under his grip as his fingers go white.

It’s one of her cheap tabloids, full of fabricated gossip. Fenton is always blowing them off, but now he can’t peel his eyes away.

LONG-LOST NIECE OF SCROOGE MCDUCK SECRETLY DATING CHIEF SCIENTIST?!!?!??

Below is a picture of Della and Gyro, caught mid-laugh. They’re holding coffees and strolling in the park.

Gyro hates the park. He’s angrily turned down Fenton’s many requests to go work in the sunshine and nature, even when he cites multiple sources about how it improves productivity.

“It’s nice that he’s finally found a girl to settle down with,” M’ma muses, almost triumphantly. “Maybe she’ll mellow him out.”

When Fenton doesn’t respond, he can feel the heat of her concerned gaze. “Pollito?”

“I have to go,” Fenton mumbles, grabbing his coat off the rack. “I’m going to be late for work.”

“Pollito? Fenton, it’s summer! Get your coat back here!” she yells as he rushes away. He barely hears her.

Once he’s in the car, he squeezes his eyes shut and lets hot tears prick painfully at the edge of his eyes.

I’m jealous. Oh duck, I’m jealous. Gyro is going out with Della and I never seized my chance and now my stupid jealousy is ruining everything.

How on earth am I going to face him today?

—-

Fenton gets lucky. The lab is empty when he enters. Once upon a time, this would have been ludicrous. Gyro practically slept in the lab. But now, half the time, he’s never here.

Out with Della, Fenton presumes. He sighs and sits down at his desk. His head falls heavy into his hands and he massages his temples, trying to get a grip so he can look somewhat presentable when his coworkers arrive.

The lab door slides open and Fenton ducks his head, pretending to be buried in scattered papers from a project he finished last week. Footsteps echo slowly through the lab, and Fenton prays with all his heart it’s not Gyro.

He gets his wish.

“Hello?” a female, familiar voice asks, and Fenton’s head shoots up of its own volition. He’s cursing himself a mile a minute.

Della is standing in the lab, bright as ever but looking rather lost. In her hand is a faded blue folder, one Fenton has seen many times before.

It’s the Gizmoduck folder.

Gyro never lets it leave the lab on his life.

Fenton tries to duck behind his desk, but it’s too late. Della has spotted him and is hurrying over, a bright smile on his face.

“Hey!” she shouts, smiling. He envies how carefree and happy she is. “Gyro left this at my place and I wanted to bring it back for him. Can you tell me where it goes?”

Fenton swallows. “Uh, I’ll just take that. It goes in a drawer in Gyro’s file cabinet, but only he has the key.”

Della nods and hands the file to him. Fenton tucks it securely in his desk drawer, under some other files. He hopes Gyro won’t be too mad when he finds out Fenton has it, but this is the most secure place he can think of. Gyro doesn’t trust him with keys.

“So, I don’t think we’ve met,” Della pulls his attention back to her. She extends a hand, smiling. “I’m Della Duck, adventurer extraordinaire. And you?”

“Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera,” he replies simply. “Pleased to meet you.”

Her eyebrows arch upwards. “Oh. You’re Gyro’s assistant, right?”

Fenton shrugs. “Well- Yeah..”

He doesn’t know if Gyro has told her about Gizmoduck yet. If he mentions it and he hasn’t, Gyro will have his head. But Della might think him rude for trying to hide things.

“Do you have any embarrassing stories about Gyro?” Della’s eyes gleam with mischief, and suddenly Fenton doesn’t see a young woman but a familiar boy clothed in blue.

He smiles, shrugging. “It’s Gyro. Of course I do.” Suddenly daring, he raises one eyebrow. “But you must have way more, being…. childhood friends and all.”

Della shrugs, rolling her eyes. “I was sixteen when I met him. I don’t think that really counts,” she laughs. “But some of the tabloids say we’re dating! Can you believe that crap?”

“Wait, so you’re not dating?” Fenton blurts out, then immediately wishes he’d kept his mouth shut.

Della raises an eyebrow, smiling ubelievingbly. “You kidding, dude? Gyro’s gay as duck.”

The surprise must show clear on Fenton’s face because Della barks a laugh and Fenton couldn’t help but smile. Her laugh fills up the empty lab. “Maybe it’s cause I’m hella bi with a preference for girls, but I knew from the beginning.. No doubt about it.”

Fenton smiles shyly. He’s worried and stressed about Della for weeks, but now he can’t imagine why. She’s so easy to talk to and uplifting.

So he overshares, as usual. “Me too!”

Della’s entire face lights up, and she raises her hands for an excited high ten. Fenton hesitates before giving it to her. “Awesome!!! Bi buddies!! Oh, this is so cool!”

Her enthusiasm is contagious, and Fenton beams back at her.

“So.” Della sets her chin in her palm, smirking. “You like boys, Gyro likes boys…. when are you gonna ask him out?”

“What?!” Fenton nearly springs out of his seat. “I’m not going to ask him out!!!”

“But you’re both dorky scientists! You’d be perfect together!” Della laments. “C’mon, Fen, just give it a chance.”

Fenton shrugs, chuckling sadly. “He probably doesn’t like me. He yells at me all the time. I would have snapped a long time ago, but he’s barely in the lab anymore.”

“Trust me, he likes you.” Della replies almost immediately.

“How do you know that?” Fenton asks, and Della doesn’t answer.

The familiar hum of the elevator startles them both, and Della lays a hand on Fenton’s shoulder as she gets up. “Just promise me you’ll think about it, ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” Fenton smiles noncommittally and watches Della bounce over to Manny.. They strike up a conversation as if nothing happened. Fenton can’t recall them ever meeting.

—

A week passes before Della comes to the lab. She brought gormet coffee and pastries, making everyone’s day (except Gyro’s, who complains because he’s embarrassed).

As she passes by Fenton’s desk she simply raises an eyebrow.

Fenton sighs. “I’m just working up the nerve.”

Della grins. “Well, work faster! I know what kind of work ethic Gyro installs in his employees. Use it!!”

Fenton raises an eyebrow. “You mean, the no sleep and cheap coffee work ethic? I prefer sleep productivity, thanks.”

Della rolls her eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Just do it! You two would be so cute!”

Her voice rises with excitement, and Fenton glances nervously at Gyro. His head is buried in blueprints.

Oh man, I hope he didn’t hear. I don’t know what I’d do if he did.

—

It’s been one week and five days since Fenton originally spoke to Della. He’s been counting.

He usually drives himself home or takes the bus, but tonight is a rare evening out with his M’ma. He waits for her in front of the Money Bin, bag swinging slightly against his legs. He’s lost in thought, but startled out of it by slow footsteps behind him.

Fenton doesn’t turn around. It’s probably just another employee, ready to head home and not in any hurry to stop and chat. He knows that from experience, and people (read: Gyro) tell him he’s too chatty and his long conversations aren’t productive.

The footsteps stop beside him, and Fenton glances up to see… Gyro.

The scientist takes a deep breath and stares straight ahead. Fenton offers him a small smile, but Gyro avoids his gaze. He sighs and turns away.

He thinks that will be the end of it, that they’ll stand in silent solidarity, but then he spots a plane taking off from Duckberg Airport, and he’s suddenly reminded of his promise to Della.

Her voice echoes in his head. Just ask him out! You’re both total dorks.

“Have you seen the new Spiderduck movie?” Fenton finds himself asking.

Gyro glances at him, surprised. Fenton braces himself for a rebuke, but all he says is “The multiverse one?”

Fenton nods and Gyro shakes his head. “Seems improbable.”

“Would you want to go see it on Thursday with me?” Fenton blurts out, and immediately snaps his mouth shut.

Gyro’s eyes widen. “That’s a date, Cabrera.” His tone is dripping with condescension, and Fenton winces. He turns away. This was a mistake.

He can feel the heat of Gyro’s gaze on him. “Did Della have something to do with this? She was talking about that movie the other day. Her kids won’t stop talking about it.”

Fenton crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, yeah, but she didn’t specify what to do.” His voice trails off at the end and his cheeks are burning. He hopes his brown feathers hide his furious blush from view.

Gyro pauses. “So she told you to ask me out on a date,” he affirms. Fenton nods, anxiety swimming in his stomach.

“Ugh. Of course she did. I should have known. I’m a genius, after all. Why couldn’t I predict this?!” Gyro groans.

Fenton raises an eyebrow. His heart is pounding so loud Mr. McDuck can probably hear it from his mansion. “It seemed like an unpredictable, random event. And Della herself seems like a rather unpredictable person.”

Gyro sighs heavily. “I told her I like you,” he mutters through clenched teeth, as if he already expected Fenton to know.

Fenton freezes. This was not one of his predicted outcomes, even the very unlikely one where it suddenly starts snowing in the middle of a warm, early autumn (0.001% probability according to his calculations)..

“Oh,” is all he can manage. “Oh. Oh.”

Gyro smirks, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “You know what, Fenton? I’d like to see that movie. So that when Huey comes over on Monday I can refute all his theories.”

Fenton beams. “Wonderful.”

Tires screech as a familiar compact police van pulls up in front of them. Gyro flinches, but Fenton is already rushing up to the car. The window rolls down and Gloria smiles brightly from the driver’s seat.

“See you on Thursday, Gyro!” Fenton shouts as he shuts the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work!” Gyro shouts back, but he’s smiling, and his cheeks are tinted pink.

M’ma turns to Fenton, raising an eyebrow. “What’s happening on Thursday, Pollito?”

Fenton flushes red and mutters something incomprehensible, sliding down in the seat in embarrassment. Gloria chuckles. “Sit up straight, Fenton..”

His phone chimes with a new text and he glances down.

UNKNOWN [6:19 pm]: you’re welcome, lovebird!! didn’t i tell you it would work out between you two?

FENTON [6:19 pm]: We haven’t gone on our date yet. Should I even ask how you got my number.

DELLA [6:19 pm]: nope. enjoy your date!!

FENTON [6:20 pm]: oh, I will!

DELLA [6:20 pm]: skdskdskdskdskds remember this is all because of me when i crash one of gyro’s inventions k?

FENTON [6:21 pm]: …should I be worried?

DELLA [6:21 pm]: nope! i’ll be with launchbae

DELLA [6:21 pm]: *launchpad sorry autocorrect

FENTON [6:22 pm]: LOL you need advice from the master, lovebird?

DELLA [6:22 pm]: sdksdks no ur a disaster

oof I can’t remember if you ship fenro or not SORRY

Fenton and Della is not a pairing I would have thought of but now they’re brotp you can’t stop me

flustered fenton is best fenton!!!

so many times while typing this i accidentally typed fenron which autocorrected to fenro and if that’s not fitting i don’t know what is

sorry for the wait! i didn’t mean for it to take this long dfghjjhgf

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wannawrite · 5 years

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not my type

who?: Wanna One’s Ong Seongwoo genre: 🌸 type: bullet point

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University! AU

you don’t date younger guys

but you just might ;)

thanks for requesting! this was quite difficult to write since I am a child still lol. Do note that Seongwoo is 20 in this work of fiction. ⁃ admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

so,,,your love life

not that exciting

in fact, it is facing a drought at the moment

reality is harsh huh?

or maybe it is because of your high standards

1. No younger guys

2. Must be a nice person

3. Someone I could foresee marrying

but none of your blind dates left you impressed

and then there’s this kid from the music block called Ong Seongwoo

he’s just one of the guys trying to worm his way into your ‘possible boyfriend’ list

scarily enough, his tactics were working

we gon throw this waayyy back when y’all met

frat parties were never your thing

in fact, f*ck linda and this stupid party, I just want to go home and sleep

you love your roommate and all but you couldn’t help but curse her out

after all, she had dragged you to this party thrown by one of the music department frat guys

and left you stranded

in a hallway with at least 3 couples passionately making out

tonight was not your night at all

you hated the loud, shitty music and the smell of sweat and liquor

appalling

but linda was your ride here and there was a slim chance of hailing a cab right now

you had no choice but to suck it up and rough it out

Another issue

you needed to finish that essay on sustainable fashion before the 6am deadline

shit

gr8 job prof

all-nighter?

borrow a laptop from someone and do it now?

what the hell

which person would bring a laptop to a frat party?

unless you can break into one of their rooms and take one??1?1?11

you almost slap yourself at the idea

dumb worried bitch energy

sis is out of ideas and just wants to graduate be a little empathetic, folks

you want to sit down on the floor and sink into a puddle of goo

oh no

there’s no way you are going to maintain this 3.9 GPA lmaoo

you move to wrestle Linda away from one of the frat guys

but hollers and cheers stop you

a group of guys block your path as they welcome yet another friend

but get this! the newcomer has a laptop case in his hands!!

he appears to have just come from a lecture or meeting

bUT HE HAS A LAPTOP YAYAYAYAYA

now, all you had to do was to stalk him, suck up to him and steal borrow the device

sucking up to one of these frat boys was easy

their brains had been bruised with bud lights so they weren’t the brightest of the bunch

before you know it, he’s whisked away by his friends and dissolved into the crowd

crap

you really, genuinely, wholly, need this laptop

They would help a fellow college student in need, right?

left with no choice, you elbow your way through

I suppose your efforts pay off

bc you catch him as he’s headed upstairs

barely

“hey!” you yell over the noise. “I-I...”

the mystery guy only stares, quizzically

suddenly, you’ve lost all ability to form coherent sentences

this is embarrassing!

hE JUST LOOKING

sis gotta calm down

remember the real reason: laptop

“c-can i borrow your laptop real quick? I have a d-deadline tonight”

mystery boy says nothing

...

“What’s it in for me? If i lend you my laptop?”

he tries to remain serious but the corners of his mouth are tugging up

sneaky

desperation is pretty much flooding your body

you wld say f*ck it but you can’t

“I’ll owe you a favour!” you blurt out thoughtlessly.

*crickets chirping*

hope is slowly beginning to fade and your brain is coming up with extension excuses

just crumbs,,,anything

Orbits gg thru with the drought

when he goes

“okay”

JESUS THANK YOU

he beckons for you to follow him

oh?😏😉

“I know a better work environment than here.”

oh.

“What’s your name? I’m y/n, it’s my third year.”

“Woah, third year? my name’s ong seongwoo. I just got here.”

huh, freshman

seongwoo doesn’t say much after

he leads you to a common study area in the enormous fraternity house

you turn away as he sets up the laptop and everything bc privacy!!!

but the number of brain cells you have left won’t allow you to remember his login details anyway

“thanks,” you murmur bashfully

well, this is an expected and rather awkward situation

seongwoo plants himself in the chair a few seats away from yours

he pulls out study materials from his backpack

??? hello? sis, u shld be enjoying the party downstairs ???

you try to shift your fullest attention on your project

but!! his presence alone is so loud prominent, it’s giving you a hard time keeping your eyes off😔🤧

anyway u manage to suck it up and finish paper and submit it just in time!

a miracle

maybe he is your angel ;)

you turn to face him and,,,seongwoo has fallen asleep!! on his books!!

his hair is slightly tousled and his glasses rest askew on his face

papers flap in his face but he’s too gone to care

the poor child is tired

💓💖💕soft hours💕💖💓: open

gently, you tap his shoulder

“seongwoo? hey, um, your laptop,”

he only stirs the 2nd time you call him

Cute

groggily, he covers his face and speaks into his hands

he mumbles something about ‘dealing with it later’

you figure it would be best if you left him alone to nap

suddenly, seongwoo grabs your arm

at least, he reaches for it

“I need your number to claim that favour.”

my number ????

for half a second, your heart does pitter patters

he’s only being objective though...

and it was you who suggested it in the first place

sighing, you punch your number into his phone

“okay, but use it wisely and...try not to...call or text so much...”

that sounds rlly mean >:(

“yeah i’ll keep that in mind.”

there’s an underlying layer of...cheekiness? in seongwoo’s tone

your brain jumps to the first conclusion it can think of

“I don’t date younger guys, Seongwoo,”

rEGRET FILLS YOUR ENTIRE BEING IMMEDIATELY AFTER

now, Seongwoo looks up and beams broadly

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” he taunts playfully

red sinks into your face and you defend yourself in splutters

“I’m not interested in general! I’m prioritising my studies and everything else! It was just to make sure you know where we stand-“

futile, really

“relax,” he replies. “Just saying, I could change your mind.”

Cocky

but true lol

an amused scoff leave your lips and your arms go akimbo

“I’d like to see you try, freshman.”

*back to the present*

You: really, Seongwoo. I don’t see why you can’t drop by the printing station yourself

Seongwoo: you are seated RIGHT NEXT to it. Just fold the papers into aeroplanes and fly them over

You: a 15-page research paper ?? That clearly says ‘do not bend’

Seongwoo: ignore it. Throw it over

you never predicted this was where life would take you

here you were, sat in the library, the table by the printing room

and Seongwoo was seated a few tables away, texting you to collect his freshly printed document

just because

You: Oh my god shut up you’ll get points deducted if your paper is the least bit crumpled

You: i’ll just bring it over

so,,,you did

you brought seongwoo’s papers over to his table

he had been watching from afar, lips pulled into a dumb smile

“thank you, senior.”

boy had the audacity to say that in front of your salad

just to tease him, you reply:

“yeah, senior, just how I like my future boyfriend.”

with that remark, the smile slips off seongwoo’s face and his jaw clenches

but he tries to play it off all cool😎🤧

you shoot the sweetest smile you can muster before skipping back to your table

*beep beep*

I nearly put vibrate -

Seongwoo: that doesn’t count as using my favour card!

your head shakes, but your mouth smiles

it was no secret that seongwoo had a small! crush on you

even if it was, everyone knew

his whole frat and most of his seniors

your friends and roommates

the whole bloody campus

this relationship started out with seongwoo following you on ig

then occasionally dropping a text and wishing you well

he also hyped up all your pics

and said hi whenever you bumped into each other

it escalated to meeting up for brunch or a movie

just...as friends, casually

but you enjoyed his company and goofing around much more than some blind dates

now, texting him was a regular

going out was common

and you haven’t even counted the number of times you guys met at social events

sometimes, he made you feel so✨ special, precious, wanted by doing the smallest things

like a tea on your table

or going the extra mile to cheer you up

most of the time at the expense of his handsome face

he was always,,,there

you did find out about his feelings, though he never addressed them fully

it was fun!! to press his buttons as a friend

“yeah idk abt dating someone younger. Wbu?”

“Hmm. Senior year makes everyone 10x hotter.”

thOSE WERE JOKES

BANTER, PEOPLE, BANTER

but...you weren’t certain if that would turn into something more

you know, you hadn’t given dating someone younger a thought

it never crossed your mind

maybe it was a subconscious deal breaker

you were always quick to bring age into making deals

old broken deals could be made new

the concept was incredibly foreign

my boyfriend? younger?

Personally, you could never see that happen

b-but seongwoo made you sO DAMN HAPPY ALL THE TIME

there was sunshine in his smiles

and starlight in his eyes

ᵕ꒳ᵕ

uGh fEELINGS

but is this attraction?

Eventually, after many sleepless nights, up thinking about this, you made up your mind

If he made a move first,

bc ur scared

you would be hella open to dating him

f*ck that ‘older people only’ rule

(⁄˘⁄ ⁄ ω⁄ ⁄ ˘⁄)♡

[3.06am] seongwoo leaves a voicemail. He says, “hey, will you go on a date with me? I like you.”

[3.14am] seongwoo leaves another voicemail. “I’ll use my favour card if I have to. Just give me a chance.”

anD HOLY F*CK YOU DON’T knOW HOW TO ACT AFTER HEARING THOSE

RIGHT WHEN YOU WAKE UP

yOur heaRT IS FLUTTERING AND YOU CAN FEEL THE BLUSH COMING

UGH SWEETHEART YOU GOT IT BAD

so u jump on this bandwagon and call him asap

it goes straight to voicemail but you don’t leave one

hehe

you know,,,to build suspense

all day long, that’s all you can think about

SeoNGWOO LIKES ME?

[8.17am] seongwoo wakes up to a silent voicemail from you

he doesn’t know what to think of it

he dials your number with shaking hands and before you can utter a word, he rushes, “meet me at xxx cafe at 11am”

then hangs up

Tumblr: 101 cafe date outfit ideas

Seongwoo arrives early and orders a drink while waiting

he also picks out a window booth to sit at

his nerves could eat him alive if they teamed up

what would you say to him?

how badly did you react to his 3am confession

getting mildly intoxicated on Daniel’s stash was a horrible idea

he spilt all his secret uwus

the bell chimes

and all his attention is focused on you

your eyes land on him

a smile graces your face as you walk over

“I like you too.”

“Damn, you better not be messing with me right now,” seongwoo nervously chuckles. “I know I sent you th-“

“Oh my god! I like you!”

For a moment, his smart mouth runs dry, surprised

“Oh wow, what happened to your older guys only rule?”

You smack his chest in mock annoyance

“Rules are made to be broken! Let’s not talk about that.” You turn various shades of red

Grinning like the Chesire cat, Seongwoo teases, “And that’s the beauty of it.”

#admin l #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #ong seongwoo

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vagrantblvrd · 6 years

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A Thousand Miles Up (1/1)

Summary: As far as these things go, Trevor’s pretty good at not getting caught. Has made something of a career out of it even, you might say, so this -

Not really his best day.

Notes: Prompt fill for Anonymous who asked for Alfreyco with this prompt: 65: “Did you do something different with your hair?”

Takes place in the same verse as Cat Scratch Fever, Belling the Cat, and No Road Too Long.

AO3

As far as these things go, Trevor’s pretty good at not getting caught. Has made something of a career out of it even, you might say, so this -

Not really his best day.

Not even in the running for the top forty.

It isn’t as though he’s forgotten how dangerous his line of work is (no way to do that, really, with so many helpful reminders), or underestimating his targets (he learned not to do that a while back).

It’s just...bad luck.

Trevor bites back a laugh (now is not the time) as he studies the little room they’ve got him all locked up in.

Four walls (always a must). Floor that dips down with a little grate in the center (best not think about why), and a small window set high up on one of those four walls.

Slit of a thing, four, five inches high at most and try as he might, Trevor’s never going to fit through it.

No, no.

Just this tiny room and the chair Trevor’s sitting in. Hands behind his back and this bunch is smarter than most because those aren’t handcuffs he could pick with his eyes closed, no.

Heavy-duty zip-ties that he can’t break without the proper tools (the reason he prefers footwear with laces when he’s working) or the proper leverage. (Zip-ties on his wrists and another connecting them to the back of the metal chair he’s sitting in, simple but effective.)

All his little gadgets and doodads taken off him when they caught him, that sharp little ache in his shoulder, back, where the darts hit him and this pounding in his head from the tranquilizer. The bruises he can all but feel forming because he was nearly out the window when his body decided it had had enough and shut down on him.

He still has his mask, though, so very thoughtful of them considering the way his reputation’s caught up to him here in Los Santos.

Press all abuzz at his return, questioning the whys and hows of it.

Those with a flair for the dramatic wondering if something’s forced him out of retirement – a bad case of revenge or something else. A few brave souls wondering if he isn’t just a copycat looking for attention. (Moment of glory before some lucky bastard gets a shot at him and what a tragic story it makes, perfect for movie with a plot ripped straight from the headlines.)

And then there’s the criminal element, old clients and targets both, taking an interest in his reappearance in the best/worst ways and the trouble that’s followed him here. (Well, the smattering of trouble that followed him here, along with all new kinds he runs into these days.)

Trevor sighs as the door opens, and the leader of this particular little group saunters in. Bit of a swagger to his walk, this unbearably smug look on his face as he stops in front of Trevor.

Trevor gets a glimpse of his little cronies through the open door before it closes. Intimidating figures in their uniforms and the kind of training they’d exhibited earlier when they managed to catch him. Not people to be toyed with and expect to get away with things for long.

“Well, well, well,” the man says, all annoying smugness and this certain element of sheer delight. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Trevor makes a face, almost wishing he didn’t have his mask on because that’s just an awful thing to say, now isn’t it.

“Oh, hey, let me help you with that,” Trevor hears, and then there are hands slipping behind his head to pull his mask off, cool air on his skin and face bared for just anyone to see. (Scandalous.)

Trevor blinks up at the man studying his mask. Thoughtful look on his face as he turns it this way and that, fingers running over the deep scratch a little too close one of the eye-lenses for Trevor’s peace of mind. (Token from an admirer on a previous job, sweet little nothings and that knife he seemed so fond of.)

“I keep meaning to get it replaced,” Trevor says, nodding at the mask. “But I’ve just been so busy this last little while. You know how it is.”

Places to break into, things to steal, the usual.

The man snorts, and gives up studying whatever secrets he seems to think he can pull from Trevor’s mask and moves on to Trevor himself.

“Ooh,” Trevor says, returning the favor as he tips his head to the side. “Did you do something different with your hair?”

It’s been a while since they’ve run into each other after all, Trevor out of Los Santos for work. (Busy, busy, busy.)

There’s a beat, the man looking at him all incredulous and the like, and then a self-conscious laugh.

“Uh, yeah,” he says as he lifts a hand to his hair, just shy of touching it. “Thought I’d try something new, you know? What do you think?”

Trevor hums, thinking, thinking, thinking about it, just to be a bit of an asshole about things.

“Well,” he says, drawing the word out a few extra syllables before he smiles. “I think it looks great. Very sharp. Professional.”

He gets a laugh for that, almost embarrassed, and a shy little smile inching it’s way back to unbearably smug again.

“Yours, uh -”

“Perils of the job,” Trevor says, because he’s well aware his own hair is a disheveled mess. Flat and lifeless thanks to his suit and running around the way he was earlier. “Sacrifices must be made and so on and so forth.”

There’s a whole speech involved. One Trevor’s saving for a dire moment for the most dramatic impact, but that’s neither here nor there.

Not with the way he’s being watched, eyes flicking over him, taking in all the little hurts that comes with his line of work.

Small bruises, a cut here and there. Scrapes and other odds and ends from flinging himself at the side of a building and shimmying way along ledges. Crawling through vents and ducts and that thrill of satisfaction as he evaded guards and magicked his way to the heart of the building and got his little hands on the files he was hired to steal.

The...less successful escape he’d attempted and the surprise at realizing he’d been outmaneuvered almost from the outset.

Not something that happened all that often, but given who he was playing against here, he’s not entirely surprised.

No.

“So,” Trevor says, pulling at his binds, soft sound of plastic against the metal of the chair catching his captor's attention. “What now?”

And oh, the look he gets for that. Very NSFW indeed, but the minions are on the other side of the door and they’re still both on the clock, so to speak.

“My dear sir,” Trevor says, putting a little Southern belle into it as he offers up his most scandalized look. “How dare you, I am a lady.”

That earns him another look, this one flatly unimpressed. (Definitely questioning his honor and integrity.)

Also, a knife.

Big shiny thing he gets a good view of before his captor moves behind him, slight tugging motion as he cuts through the zip-ties.

Trevor rubs his wrists when he brings his arms in front of him, eyeing his captor as the man moves to stand before him again.

There’s a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Bad night?”

Trevor could let it go at that, chalk it up to him being off his game. Still some rust to shake off, but the fact of the matter is that’s not the truth at all, now is it.

“Hmm, no,” Trevor says, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Your minions are getting better, Fredo.”

Have been for some time, really.

Geoff and Alfredo taking advantage to Trevor’s unique skill-set to test their own security. Learning to anticipate the unexpected and all that lovely business, getting only enough warning to know which target Trevor’s set his eyes on so they’d know to switch out their more lethal weapons for tranquilizer darts and tasers and the like. (Non-lethal but still damn inconvenient.)

Trevor headed for a lovely little prize of his choosing while Alfredo and his minions were meant to stop him from succeeding. All fun and games, really. Trevor running rings around them for months, Alfredo the only one good enough to get close enough to him in all that time.

Cat-and-mouse chases through various facilities, rooftop meetings, and Trevor laughing at the frustrated look on Alfredo’s face as he got away time and time again.

...until tonight, that is.

“Yeah?” Alfredo says, losing the sharp edge that had led his minions through tonight’s exercises. Going soft and familiar as anything as he looks down at Trevor. “You think so?”

Trevor smiles up at him.

“Would I lie to you about something like that, Alfredo?”

A great many other things, yes indeed, for better or worse, but this?

“Well,” Alfredo says, mimicking Trevor’s little drawl from earlier. “The thought had crossed my mind.”

Well, yes, okay.

Point to Alfredo, but they’re working right now, aren’t they?

“No,” Trevor says, all honesty now. “They are getting better. Smitty almost caught me when I snuck in, in fact. Kudos to her.”

Alfredo cocks his head, and Trevor sighs, oh so very put out as he goes into detail regarding Alfredo’s minions and the ways in which they’re improving.

This bunch of misfits and outcasts Geoff’s gathered to him and decided the best person to ride herd on them now that he has is Alfredo. Letting him run them through drills and exercises to mold them into this impressive force unfailingly loyal to Geoff and the crew.

It’s been so very entertaining watching play out as Trevor sows chaos and confusion among them with these little exercises.

After a few minutes Trevor realizes Alfredo’s watching him, this little curl to his mouth that’s all about fondness and affection and what a giant sap he is, which is fitting seeing as Trevor’s in the same boat when it comes to Alfredo.

“What.”

“Nothing,” Alfredo says, completely suspiciously as he gestures at Trevor’s face. “You just have something here.”

Trevor’s eyes narrow, because that’s one of the oldest tricks in the book isn’t it, but he still raises a hand to wipe whatever it is (isn’t) off, only for Alfredo to make this little face.

“No, no,” Alfredo says, and there's a little smirk tucked into his voice, the line of his mouth. “Here, let me.”

Trevor eyes him for a long moment before he tips his face up.

Absolutely not surprised at all when Alfredo kisses him, this cheeky little thing like he thinks he’s gotten away with stealing a kiss from him all clever-like.

“There,” Alfredo says, pulling back, smug little grin on his face and a sparkle in his eye. “Got it.”

“My hero,” Trevor says dryly.

Alfredo laughs, holding a hand out to help Trevor to his feet.

They still need to debrief Alfredo’s minions. Go over everything that happened tonight. Talk about ways to deal with situations like this in the future, Trevor offering up tips and advice on what to expect from people like him. (Tricky and clever and not the sort to abide by the usual rules. Innovators, really, in the business of liberating trinkets and other valuables from the undeserving.)

Not what he’d been expecting when he followed Alfredo out here, but it’s certainly never dull.

#Prompt Fills #Anon #Alfreyco #ragehappy #Nine Lives #vagrant fic

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psibiko · 7 years

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The princess and the frog

Pairing: Reddie (EddiexRichie)

Fandom: IT

Eddie asks Bev for advice on how to properly kiss. Richie steals tickets to the carnival to take Eddie on a date.

“Uh…” Eddie looked down at his watch. The time read 9:30 pm. “Oh my god, my mom is going to ground me for life!” The short boy stood up abruptly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Cinderedda,” Richie took the other boy by the wrist. “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”

word count: 1,650

Pt. 1

It was autumn in Derry and the leaves were changing their hues, blanketing the rundown neighbourhood where Beverly Marsh’s apartment stood. Without a call or heads up, Beverly answered the knocking on her front door with a smile as she looked down (way down) at Eddie. He was staring down at his damp brown loafers, shuffling is feet side to side.

“Eddie! You’re lucky my dad’s not here.” Bev stepped out of the doorway and shut the door behind her. It was an unwritten rule that Bev wasn’t allowed to have people over, especially not the boys in The Loser’s Club. She put an arm on Eddie’s shoulder. “Are you here alone?”

“Yeah,” Eddie responded. There was a beat of silence between the two of them before he cleared his throat and continued on. “I need some… advice.”

“Advice?”

Eddie made a sort of scrunched up look. They started to walk down the front steps and towards the sidewalk, with no particular destination.

“Word around school is that you have a lot of experience,” Eddie coughed. Bev rolled her eyes. “with guys… with like you know-“

“Seriously, Eddie?”

“I’m sorry! I don’t mean it that way I just meant that you know whats up! With like… kissing and stuff and honestly I don’t know who else to talk to about this it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Bev wanted so badly to tell him that none of those rumours were true but it was a conversation for another time. She pushed her frustration aside and took a hard look at Eddie; His teeth were worrying at his chapped lips and his fingers toyed anxiously at the zipper on his fanny pack. Something was eating away at his mind and he needed to let it out to someone he could trust. Bev couldn’t help herself from grinning at how sweet Eddie was to come to her like this.

“Okay, ignorant comments aside, who exactly do you want to kiss?”

Eddie froze and turned to face her.

“If I tell you you have to pinky swear you aren’t going to tell anyone, you cant even write it in your diary, okay?”

“I don’t have a diary.”

“Okay! Just promise”

Bev hooked her pinky around Eddies. “I promise.”

They started walking again. “It’s Richie.”

“WHA-”

Eddie clasped a hand over her mouth and hissed. “Keep it down!”

Bev was about to lose her shit. Her heart was racing and her smile was so big it was starting to become painful. Eddie just sighed.

“You want to kiss Richie? Thats so sweet!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “I just don’t know how.”

“Oh.”

A moment of silence passed. The wind blew orange leaves and pine needles around them.

“I can teach you.”

Even though that’s what Eddie was asking the whole conversation he blushed and felt his body go red hot. Bev took him by the shoulders and leaned down (way down) and plant her lips and Eddie’s. His heart was racing a mile a minute and his head was devoid of all coherent thought and then as quickly as it had happened it ended. Bev was smiling sagely down at him. Eddie wiped his lips with his sweater sleeve.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“So I just go up to him and do that then?”

“Well, I mean you could say something cool before you do it, to set up the moment.”

“Ugh, this is so complicated!” Eddie groaned.

“No, it’s not!” Bev waved dismissively. “Just be yourself, that’s what Richie likes about you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah.”

Pt. 2

Eddie spent a few days spitballing ideas of how he was going to approach Richie. They could go to a movie just the two of them, go and get some ice cream and sit on a park bench, shoot cans with bb guns in the forest. The list went on and on and on forever until Eddie’s mind went numb at the thought of even asking him to hang out alone. That was until Richie came to him first.

“Eddie, baby!” His mom called up the stairs. He had been laying with his face buried into his pillow for a few minutes, but he bolted upright at her voice. “Your friend is here to see you!”

Eddie descended the stairs curiously and went still when he saw Richie standing in the doorway talking to his mom.

“… real safe, we have those bubbles that keep the germs out so we won’t get diseases from handling the t.v remote.”

“My! Now that’s something. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of those!”

Eddie gave Richie the finger behind his mom’s back. Richie responded with one of his coy smirks that gave Eddie butterflies.

“Okay mom, I’m going to hang out with Richie then. Bye!”

Eddie tried to dart out the door but his mom stopped him and demanded a goodbye kiss. With the door shut behind them, Richie turned and gave Eddie a leer. He held two slips of paper in his hand.

“Guess who has two tickets to the fair tonight?” Richie waggled his eyebrows, handing Eddie an admit one ticket.

“Whoa, how did you get these?” Eddie asked, amazed.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

“So you stole them?”

Richie gasped and clutched his chest dramatically. “Of course I did, but thanks for spoiling the mystery, Eds.”

Eddie laughed and Richie hoped he would keep hearing it all night.

Pt. 3

“Holy shit, did you see that girl vomit on the ferris wheel!” Eddie had Richie by the arm and was staring up into his eyes with an expression of pure horror.

“Yeah, I feel bad for the poor bastards sitting under her,” Richie said. Eddie gagged a bit and Richie thought he might actually throw up himself but he kept his cool.

It had been a great time so far. The mostly played the arcade games, and mainly skee ball which they were both terrible at and ended up wasting most of their money on. Richie had managed to drag Eddie on a couple of rides but it was a never ending spiel of: ‘Do you know how many unwashed hands have touched this teacup wheel?’. Etc, etc.

Finally, after two hours, they were both pretty tired out and they spotted a bench that looked perfect for relaxing on.

“Did you have a good time?” Richie asked. He had his arm draped over the back of the bench behind Eddie’s shoulders but not quite touching them. Eddie rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I ever went to a fair like this to be honest. My mom is terrified the rides are going to malfunction and you know, explode or something.”

Richie laughed. “Or you could get vomited on while riding the ferris wheel.”

“Ew,” Eddie scrunched up his nose and pushed his palms against Richie’s chest.

“What? We even saw it happen!”

“I don’t want to remember though, asshole!” Eddie wailed in distress. He reached for his fanny pack pulled out a mini bottle of hand sanitizer and slathered some on his hands. After a brief moment, he caught Richie eyeing him in silence. Eddie’s cheeks were blazing but he couldn’t turn away from Richie’s huge brown eyes. Richie shook his head and looked up at the sky where the stars were just now becoming visible.

“Do you know how adorable you are?”

“What?” Eddie asked, absolutely and wholeheartedly incredulous. It’s funny how you can still be surprised by someone saying sweet nothings when you’re aware that they like you.

“You’re fucking cute. Even when you’re annoying the shit out of me with your germaphobic nonsense, I can’t seem to stop liking you.”

“Yeah, well you’re a dumbass 24/7 but you make me smile like crazy when I’m with you.”

The two boys shared some stilted, nervous laughter and looked at each other softly.

“Um, thanks for stealing a ticket for me.”

Richie blushed as he tugged on his collar. “No worries. Thanks for going on a date with me.”

“A date?”

“What else would you call this?”

“Uh…” Eddie looked down at his watch. The time read 9:30 pm. “Oh my god, my mom is going to ground me for life!” The short boy stood up abruptly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Cinderedda,” Richie took the other boy by the wrist. “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”

Eddie turned back with a huff, about to bark at Richie for keeping him out so late but he stopped himself short. In the multicoloured lights of the carnival Richie’s face was so handsome with his carved out cheekbones, large brown eyes and soft lips. He was looking up at Eddie expectantly, his soft black-brown curls falling onto his forehead. Eddie’s heart swelled at the sight of him, and he couldn’t control what he did next.

Before either of them knew it, Eddie’s fingers were tangling in Richie’s hair and their lips connected in a moment of pure adrenaline. It was chaste and sweet but so much more powerful than the kiss that Eddie shared with Bev earlier that day.

Richie’s grip on his wrist slackened and Eddie pulled away, leaving the other boy in pure shock. Richie had never in a million years thought Eddie had the balls to do that and was (for once in his life) at a total loss for words. Richie watched him saunter away and touched his lips thoughtfully trying to remember the feeling they just shared.

“You better have brushed your teeth this morning, Richie!” Was the last thing Eddie said before he disappeared into the night.

Richie spent a good ten minutes sitting speechless on the park bench before he made his way home and spent the rest of the night lying awake in bed because tonight he didn’t have to dream.

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Cherry Flavor

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"Hey, do you um...need a ride?" Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he'd reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.

"You're Evan Hansen aren't you?" He said, evading the question. He'd seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.

"And you're Connor Murphy," he replied. "It's late."

Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.

"Thanks Captain Obvious," he sneered.

Evan seemed to shrink from him. "So you don't need a ride or...?"

"Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I'm still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is."

"I...um, sure," he said. Connor got up.

"Do you want a slushee? I'll buy you one."

"No thanks, I'm good." Connor could still see him blush in the dark. Evan Hansen was kind of cute when he was nervous.

Evan's car had a little pine tree air freshener hanging from the mirror and his cup holders were full of loose change. There wasn't enough room for his legs but he didn't bother leaning the seat back.

"Where do you want to go?

"Where do you go when you need to get away Hansen?"

"Well I don't usually take off in the middle of the night so..."

"C'mon Hansen there's gotta be some place."

"Okay fine. I've never been there at night but there is this one spot."

"Lead the way," he said, leaning forward to turn up the volume on the radio. He looked over at Evan, whose eyes were focused nervously on the road ahead. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yeah," he said, chewing on the straw from the slushee. "I do. Can you keep a secret Evan Hansen?"

"Um...yeah, I think so."

Connor shrugged. Good enough. It was better to get it off his chest here than in front of Zoe or his parents. "I'm gay. I'm like really gay." He laughed. He'd never said it out loud before. Evan didn't say anything.

"You want me to get out of your car now?" He asked, half joking half nervous.

"Of course not!" Evan exclaimed. "I wouldn't...I'm not..."

"Relax Hansen it's fine."

"I um...I'm glad you felt comfortable telling me and uh..."

"This isn't some after school special Hansen it's not a big deal," he said. "Where are we?"

"It's uh, a forest I come to sometimes. I climbed trees a lot before." He held up his arm in explanation.

Connor nodded. "Alright then. Wanna lay in the grass?"

Evan Hansen had a nice smile, so nice in fact it almost made the shitty evening better. The reason he was stoned at the 7-11 a mile and a half from his house at 10 pm on a Wednesday night was because his house was suffocating him. Now, in the open air with this dork next to him it felt like things might be okay after all.

They lied down in the grass, damp and earthy smelling, and looked up at the stars. "So what were you doing at the 7-11 that late anyway Hansen?

Beside him Evan shifted anxiously. "My mom never says it cause she's too nice but I know I'm a handful sometimes. I was giving her a break."

Connor snorted. "You're a handful? Next to me you're a goddamn angel."

"I don't know about that..."

Connor laughed too loudly. "I'm a royal fuck up anyone could tell you that."

"Connor..."

"Hey, do you have any secrets Hansen? You could tell me now that you know I want to kiss dudes." He realized, afterward, that his phrasing gave away that he hadn't yet kissed a dude. Connor Murphy hadn't kissed anyone but he didn't want Evan to know that.

"I don't know." Connor tilted his head to look at him and found Evan looking back. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to stare or anything."

"You don't have to apologize so much Hansen," he said gently. It was probably the wrong thing to say but at least he tried to say it the right way.

"I, uh...when I broke my arm I told everyone I fell out of a tree. But I...um, I didn't fall exactly."

"What happened?" The night was startlingly quiet. Evan's voice was a whisper. Connor's mouth still tasted like sugar drowned cherries.

"I let go. I thought if I fell from high enough I would..."

"Hansen," he cut him off. "That's..." He groped for a word. "Rough."

"Don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't." Connor tugged up his shirtsleeves and held his wrists close to Evan's face so he could see the scars in the dark. "I get it. I've been there." The day he woke up in the hospital had felt like the worst day of his life. He couldn't even kill himself without fucking something up.

"I'd be sad if you were gone," Evan muttered and something in Connor's chest tightened.

"Yeah well I'd be sad if you were gone too dork." He'd never talked to Evan Hansen like this. He barely knew the guy. He'd never talked to anyone like this. The ground felt especially solid beneath him.

"Hey, so you think we could maybe uh...ex-exchange emails?" It must've taken courage to talk when every sentence came out stuttered and shaking. Connor thought Evan was brave to keep asking scary questions with a voice like that. If he were in his shoes he might just shut his mouth entirely.

"Yeah, we can do that."

***

Evan was better on paper than he was in person. In person when he talked he felt like his mouth was full of cotton balls or toothpaste and everyone was looking disapprovingly at the inexplicable obstructions. On paper it felt less like his thoughts bled and tripped and stumbled their way to others. Writing Connor Murphy was surprisingly easy. Connor was kind of nice in private. The night he'd gotten his email he couldn't take his eyes off his slushee red mouth. When he took him home Connor thanked him. Evan was used to being the one who thanked other people, though most of the time thank you came out like I'm sorry. It was something he was working on.

Dear Connor Murphy,

I think you're underestimating the negative attention you'll get if you sit with me at lunch. I'm sort of the lowest of the low and not a scary, cool way like you are (not that you're the lowest of the low) but in a stupid loser way.

If you're really serious about what you said I can take you on a nature walk. It might be boring. Let's watch movies this weekend. Unless you're busy. Or you don't want to hang out with me. But if you do we could make cookies. Let me know.

Sincerely,

Dear Evan Hansen,

I hate to say I told you so (oh who am I kidding I love to say I told you so) but you've sat with me at lunch for three days and absolutely nothing bad has happened (unless you count the time I made you laugh so hard milk came out of your nose and I'm really sorry about that. I didn't realize I was so fucking hilarious. Go figure.)

Of course I'm serious about the tour Hansen. I need some of your forest expertise ASAP. How else am I gonna impress the eligible bachelors? I am more than down for movies and cookies as long as you let me buy the ingredients. My parents aren't loaded for nothing loser.

See you at school.

Sincerely,

He was about 85% sure that Connor Murphy was his friend. Evan hadn't had a friend before so he thought that percentage stayed in a safe range. Connor still sat with him at lunch, though most of the time he just took a few apathetic bites of an apple and spent the rest of the time painting his nails or coaxing the details of the morning out of Evan. He emailed him at least 3 times a week and they hung out on the weekends unless Connor was having one of his bad days and then Evan would just give him his space. He'd even consulted Google about whether or not the symptoms he'd described constituted a friendship. Symptoms: like his interaction with Connor Murphy was some sort of disease. It wasn't. He was sure about that one.

"Okay Hansen I'm going to ask you something and you've gotta promise to tell me the truth okay?"

Evan felt his palms sweat. This variety of question was nerve-wracking. "O-okay."

Connor took another sip of his slushee. Stopping by the 7-11 had become a habit of theirs. Connor always got his bright red styrofoam pit of chemical ice and Evan opted for a plastic sleeve of sunflower seeds. Sugar didn't do well in his system.

"Do you have a thing for my sister?"

Evan's face went as red as Connor's slushee stained tongue. "Why would you ask me that?"

"It's okay if you do," he muttered, looking like he was lying. "I wouldn't be mad or anything."

"I did," he said. Freshman year she'd helped him up when he tripped over his own feet in the hallway and he'd been caught by how pretty the indigo in her hair was. "I don't anymore." The other thing Evan had found a lot of when he was googling his relationship with Connor were Buzzfeed quizzes about whether or not you were in love with your best friend. As a rule Evan trusted Buzzfeed quizzes. Buzzfeed had correctly predicted how old he was, what region of the U.S he lived in, and his greatest fear based on his breakfast and favorite desert. Buzzfeed was legit.

"Okay," Connor said, nodding. He pulled a hairband out of his pocket and put up his hair up. Evan liked it when he did that. Then he could see his face better. He looked more open and friendly when his hair was up. He wished other people could see Connor with his hair up. "Okay cool."

Sometimes Connor would come over and they'd sit on Evan's bed while Evan worked on homework. Connor mostly lounged. One time he fell asleep on Evan's shoulder. He tried not to move. Connor's hair was soft on his cheek and his expression was unguarded. He was kind of embarrassed when he woke up, blushing and wiping the drool from his cheek.

"Sorry," he'd muttered.

"No need to be," he replied. "You look like you needed the sleep." Sometimes Connor looked like he didn't take care of himself. He didn't eat enough or sleep enough. Sometimes he messaged him really late at night.

"What, you don't like my eye bags?" He said tauntingly.

"I like your eye bags just fine Con."

Connor grinned. "So we're doing nicknames now Hansen?"

"Oh." Panic. "I um, if that's not okay I won't..."

"C'mon Hansen you're my best friend why wouldn't it be okay?"

"I'm your best friend?" He replied, gaping at him.

"And I'm yours right? Don't tell me Kleinman beat me to it?"

"You're my best friend Connor."

"Good."

Dear Evan Hansen,

You know prom is coming up. Zoe wants me to help her go dress shopping. I'm trying to do better with her. Are you going to go? To prom I mean? It's kind of dumb but you know...anyway.

I told her...what I told you. I'm not going to tell my parents but telling her is something.

Have a good day Hansen.

Sincerely,

***

It was stupid to have a crush on your best friend, especially your almost definitely straight, formally infatuated with your sister, obnoxiously cute best friend.

"What do you think of this one?" Zoe twirled in the light green gown he'd given her to try on. It looked good. Most everything looked good on Zoe.

"I like the other one better."

"He's into you doofus," she said after the 15th time he checked his email on his phone. "Just ask him."

"I can't do that!" He shot back. "What if he says no?" He'd thought about it. He really had. But Connor Murphy was a coward.

"Think about how cute he'd be in a suit. I bet he'd wear a blue tie."

"Shut up Zoe. He's probably straight. He had a thing for you for fuck's sake."

"Connor." She put her hands on her hips. "You don't see the way he looks at you because you're too busy fawning over him. He likes you."

Connor looked down at his hands. He'd chipped off most of his nail polish waiting for Evan to email him back. "I fuck a lot of things up Zo. I'm finally doing something right and I don't want it all to go to shit."

"Connor, you're doing well. You really are. I think you should go for it."

He shrugged. "Shit, he emailed back."

Dear Connor Murphy,

I don't think anyone wants to go to prom with me. You maybe, but not me. Send me a picture of the dress Zoe picks. I bet it'll be beautiful!

Let me know if you want to go for a 7-11 run.

Sincerely,

"That's shorter than the emails he usually sends do you think something's wrong?"

"Ask him out loser," Zoe said. "Just ask him out."

***

It was a routine outing. Connor got an extra large slushee and seemed to be chugging it like there was no tomorrow. Evan was worried he was going to get sick.

"Are you okay?" Connor looked over at him like a deer in the headlights.

"I'm fine," he said too quickly. "I just...uh, could you take me to the forest again? Like we did that one time."

"Sure," he said. "Just don't get cherry puke on my dashboard." Connor stopped his aggressive slurping.

"Sorry Hansen."

The grass was soft and damp. He lied down anyway, shoulder pressed close to Connor's.

"Can I tell you another secret Hansen?"

"Sure Con."

He laughed. "Not fair. You know I love it when you call me that."

"Go ahead, really. I won't tell anyone."

"Okay." He rolled over to look at Evan, hair falling into his eyes. His mouth was still very red. "I want to go to prom."

"Oh," he said. He didn't really want to hear about whatever guy Connor had a thing for. He really didn't.

"There's this guy I like."

"Oh," he repeated dumbly.

"He might be straight but I'm hopeful. He's really sweet and nice to talk to and good at keeping secrets. He's got really pretty eyes and the nicest smile and he's kind of a dork but..."

Evan sat up. He didn't want to hear anymore about Connor's mystery man. His face was burning. Why was he so pissed off? Were those Buzzfeed quizzes right?

Do you get a warm and fuzzy feeling when you spend time with your friend?

Do you get jealous when your friend talks about their crushes?

Do you find yourself daydreaming about your friend?

"Well I'm sure you've got a shot. You'd have to be an idiot to turn you down Connor Murphy."

"Hansen." He looked at him. Connor's face was expectant. "I'm talking about you. I like you."

"Me?" It might've been Evan's imagination but he thought Connor was leaning in. "You want to go to prom with me?"

"If you'll have me."

"Of course I will. I like you a lot Con. I knew Buzzfeed wouldn't lie to me."

Connor laughed. God he had a nice laugh. "I don't know exactly what that means but I think it's good." Now he was definitely leaning in.

"Evan?" God it was nice when Connor said his name.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you now if that's okay?"

"It's okay."

Kissing Connor Murphy tasted like cherry and felt like finding a twenty on the sidewalk. Connor put his hand on the back of Evan's neck and pulled him in closer. Evan had always been nervous about kissing. He was scared he'd mess it up and get laughed at, provided that he ever got the chance to kiss anyone. But kissing Connor Murphy was easy. Kissing Connor Murphy felt right.

"So you chug slushees when you're nervous huh?"

"Shut it Hansen."

***

Connor didn't know how to tie a tie so he let his mom do it for him. She was happy he was going and, to quote her "getting involved in something productive." She didn't know he was going with Evan but that was okay, baby steps.

He had his hair pulled back and a bouquet for Evan. It was probably too much. They were sunflowers, his favorites, and he felt exceedingly dumb.

Evan did wear a blue tie. He looked nice. He looked nervous but he looked nice. "I got you flowers," Connor said, holding out the bouquet uselessly. Evan smiled when he took them, which made Connor feel less nervous and more happy to be there picking him up. "Zoe and Alana are in the car. We should probably go."

"Okay," he said. "You look good." Connor didn't think his outfit was anything to write home about. He had a purple tie with nails painted to match and a suit he'd found at the back of his closet that almost didn't fit him. Zoe was definitely the sharper dresser of the Murphy siblings tonight.

"Thanks," he said anyway.

"I'm glad we're doing this."

"Me too."

Zoe and Alana had nothing but nice things to say about Evan in his suit and tie. He blushed and muttered compliments in return. Zoe had glittery eyeshadow and long, mascara-ed lashes, and looked radiant in her green dress. Alana, in orange, was tethered to her side the same way Evan was to him.

It was crowded when they got to the high school. Evan didn't like crowds so Connor took the liberty of holding onto his hand as they made their way over the dance floor and to the punch table. Zoe and Alana were dancing already.

"If you told me last year that I'd be at prom right now I would've said you were crazy," Connor said, not mentioning what they both knew. A year ago he didn't think he'd be alive to see his senior prom.

"Do you want to dance?" Evan asked. They were playing the first of no doubt many slow songs of the evening and Evan pulled him gently in the direction of the swaying bodies. Connor Murphy couldn't really dance. He didn't have much rhythm and he used to step on Zoe's feet when they were forced to dance together at family wedding receptions. He really didn't want to step on Evan's feet.

"I'm not a good dancer Hansen," he says, but allowed himself to be pulled.

"I'll help you," Evan said, looking more self-assured than he'd ever seen him. He put his hand on Connor's waist and shrunk the gap between them. Overhead the lights tilted and twirled pink and purple and gold into Evan's hair. He hadn't paid attention to the prom theme but now he thought it should be the way Evan Hansen's eyed swam and glowed in the cascading colors. Connor apologized when he stepped on Evan's foot but he waved him off. "You're doing fine." Evan leaned his head on his chest. He wondered if he could hear his heart beating through the fabric of his shirt. Knowing Evan, if he could he probably wouldn't say anything about how fast it was drumming in his chest.

When the night was drawing to a close Evan leaned in and muttered something in his ear. "Hey, do you want to go for a 7-11 run?"

They told Zoe and Alana, who had promised to pick them up on the way home, and walked, hand in hand to the dingy convenience store in the poor lighting.

Connor bought them two cherry slushees and they sat on the same curb that began it all and drank them.

"You know I was scared to talk to you that first time. I thought you might beat me up for looking at you the wrong way."

"I get that a lot Hansen," he grinned.

"But my therapist wanted me to practice putting myself out there and taking steps toward getting what I want."

"What did you want that night?" He looked over at him. Evan had his knees pulled to his chest and was chewing absently on the slushee straw. It was an odd picture: two boys in suits looking lost but feeling found.

"A friend," he said. "I always wanted a friend like you. You're a really good friend Connor Murphy."

"So are you Evan Hansen."

"Although I don't think most friends kiss."

"Do you not like the kissing?"

"N-no, I like the kissing. Especially when you're mouth's all red like that."

"Yeah?" He quirked up an eyebrow. "Are you asking for a kiss Evan?"

"No," Evan leaned in. Connor wondered how this dork could surprise him. It was better when Evan was the one kissing him. He took his face in his hands and Connor nearly swooned.

"I didn't like cherry before you."

Connor grinned. He thought he might never stop.

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