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simpcxty · 3 years

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Sfw- trans! Reader (ftm) with Tsukishima who gives tough love and hates it when you have really bad dysphoria days. Snaps at anyone who misgenders you.

NSFW- oikawa would be such a tease when you get needy and shit. Like this fucker would tease you after you beg because he told you to beg.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!! You have given me brain fuel, and for that. I love you 🧡

I have never written something in one day. Thank you, you have truly inspired me 😩👏

TW for Tsukishima: deadnaming and misgendering, deadname is your choice, but Y/n will be for your new name and Y/d/n for your dead name because no dads are mentioned here. Gets a little angsty but they figure it out.

I didn’t want to be disrespectful to anyone and choose a name that might be someone’s new name or dead name.

Also I’m sorry if my writing isn’t accurate for a ftm character. I did my best and I really hope you like it!

I did my best with the tough love but it does get a bit fluffy tbh.

Kei Tsukishima

Kei always tries.

He really does. You guys had started dating before you came out, and the switch from your dead name to Y/n had him caught off guard.

So did the sudden shift of pronouns.

But he didn’t leave, so he was trying to do his best all right?

But he’s already bad with emotions, these are a different kind that he doesn’t even know how to approach.

So he gives it the same energy he does with everything else.

Today though.

Something was very odd about today.

His normal words had you flashing him your best fake smile and turning away from him.

And trust me, he could tell the difference.

But for now, he chose not to comment.

Will it be one of those days today?

You didn’t like to talk about your Dysphoria but Kei always picked up on it.

Or at least he tried to.

He even had a custom made chest binder coming in the mail that should be here any day now.

But when you leave the room after Kei’s not incorrect but painfully blunt statement went straight to your very soul.

He replays the conversation in his head to see where he messed up.

He found himself doing that a lot.

‘I get that you’re trying Kei. It just sucks that other people don’t even bother.’

‘I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal. They’re stupid people who don’t even matter at least I’m trying. Imagine if I wasn’t?’

It made you question everything.

Did he even want to be trying?

Why are you being a nuisance?

Why are you putting him through this. He’s got much more important things to be focusing on as a senior in college this year.

You’re finally being true to yourself and putting him through unnecessary stress aren’t you? What is wrong with you?

All of these thoughts and more swarmed your head as you leaned against the bathroom counter trying to catch your breathing.

Stop it. Stop being such a big crybaby.

Kei Tsukishima doesn’t need a crybaby.

Why does it have to hurt so damn bad to just be a girl? He’d like you so much more as a girl.

“Y/n..?” His voice sounds so tired.

Damn it Y/n. Get your fucking shit together.

“Please talk to me.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that babe.. I just-“ his eyes almost seem dull when you open the door, only to brighten when you open the door and he gets a good view of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I just- I don’t, I don’t know how to handle this sometimes, but I don’t want you to think I don’t care. It’s just new, and I can get adjusted-“ he feels his heart clench a bit when your next words come out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t just stay who I was, I’m sorry I couldn’t just be a girl for-“ and he’s grabbing your face with his palms as tears start to well up in his eyes.

“Shut up. Shut up, because I love you however I can have you. I love you. I just want you, please don’t get confused and think I have a preference because I just want you Y/n. I love you, no matter who you are. Please don’t forget that.” The tears streaming down your face slow as he kisses your head and wraps his arms around you.

“Im sorry Kei.” He kisses your head again.

“Shh, stop it. Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for babe, we do need to finish getting ready for class though okay?” You nod and he smiles.

———

When you get to school, he can almost feel the anxiety wafting from you.

But he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you and pull you along with him.

“You have me, okay? I’m just as much yours as you are mine babe.” You nod and expect him to pull him arm away, and he does, only to entangle his hand in yours.

“Tsukishima!” No- because he recognizes that annoyingly high pitched voice, and he’s not in the mood for it. Nor will you be.

So he picks up speed. Keeping his hand tight around yours and pulling you in front of him, only to wrap his arms around you slightly and speed up even more.

“Kei what are you doing?” You think he’s going to ignore you until he speaks up finally.

“Don’t want to deal with her.”

“Y/d/n can you-“ he stops right in his tracks and turns around to acknowledge the blonde.

“Alisa is it? See how easy was that? I wasn’t even sure. You know for a fact that isn’t the proper name that he goes by. So correct yourself, or don’t talk to my boyfriend or me. Got it?” She goes to speak again but Tsukishima already has you two walking again and his ears are flushed.

“Tsuki-?” You’re blushing and he tightens his grip on your waist.

“It wasn’t right, I’ll correct anyone who gets it wrong. Even myself.” You smiled and he manages to crack a small one.

Kei Tsukishima always tries.

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“Beg.” You scoffed.

“I don’t beg.” Your hips are rising as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit and you whimper.

“I won’t do anything more until you beg.” You rolled your eyes and attempt to sit up. Only for him to wrap a hand around your throat and push you back down.

“Toru, I don’t beg-“ he tightens his grip around your throat and you whine.

“I said, beg.” The way he demands it in your ear has your thighs attempting to clam shut.

Key word, attempting.

“Are you gonna listen to a single thing I say princess? Or am I gonna have to leave you here like this?” You looked up at him desperately and his grip around your neck loosens a bit.

“Please, please just fuck me already. I need it Toru, it’s been too long please just do it already-“ you’re cut off with whines as his tip prods at your entrance, but the pressure on your clit is still hard and you know he’s waiting for more.

“Please! Please fuck me! I need you Toru please!” He chuckles and pushes in agonizingly slowly.

“Like you said babe, it’s been too long. I need to go easy on your pretty pussy.” You whine at that.

“Don’t want you to go easy- just fuck me rough please!” Tears of frustration pool in your eyes and he laughs.

“Awe, don’t cry princess, I’ll give you what you want. You begged so nicely.” The sudden snap of his hips has you unable to respond to his taunt.

Yeah so what you begged. You’re getting dicked down by this god of a man. I’d say that’s a win.

His hands were both on your hips now as he thrusted into as if his life depended on it.

“Missed you so much.” He whines and a particularly hard thrust has you reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

The new position has you sliding down on his dick so much easier, and the way he can just lift you up and down quickly has him whining more.

“M’gonna cum. Off.” He whimpers as you tighten and start to lift yourself off and grabs your hips. He’s never cum so fast but you don’t mind.

“T-Toru-!” He gasps as you tighten more and his hips thrust up desperately.

“Nevermind, I wanna cum inside. Please, please let me cum inside. You feel so good, just wanna cum inside your warm pussy hnngh~ please!” His hips are starting to falter and you know he’s getting closer as his hands tighten around your waist, lifting you up and down to meet with his sloppy thrusts.

“Please!” He’s begging and you almost laugh.

“Oh god please, just wanna cream inside you please!” He has to stop thrusting and you’d almost think he did cum.

But you knew better. His nails digging into your hips and his ragged breathing against your neck has you melting.

“Did you even really have to ask? Just cum babe.” Your words are so nonchalant that he’s whining and picking up his thrusts again.

“fuckfuckfuckohfuckyes” his voice is messy and it’s almost gibberish.

But as you tighten around him and his hips falter he’s moaning and whimpering into your chest and neck.

“So tight, ngHh shit~” he moans whorishly as you cum around him and cum spurts out of him and into you.

“You fuck me so good. So so good Y/n.” His hips are still sputtering and you’re wondering just how long it’s been since he’s actually gotten off.

“Thank you, Thank you so fucking much baby.” His cum is already spilling out of you and he’s still finishing.

This’ll be a fun cleanup.

He finally lays you down on the bed and lays his head in between the valley on your chest as he catches his breath.

“You begged.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, making you whimper while he stays inside of you.

“Do I need to remind you how you sounded when you wanted to cum Toru?” His head shoots up at that and his cheeks flush.

“But you’re so warm. So tight and comfy. I didn’t and still don’t want to leave.” He whines and wiggles his hips upward and you whimper. You can’t help but clench as he thrusts up again and whines again.

He keeps up the occasional thrusts. Neither of you have the energy for a second round. That much is obvious. But the bliss is overwhelming.

“Don’t want to pull out yet. Please don’t make me.” He whines and you just clench around him to tease.

“Fuck. Don’t do that. M’still hard and I’m ninety percent sure if you keep doing that I’m gonna stuff your already full pussy again.” You hummed and he wraps his arms around you.

“Empty threats. We’re both too tired, you know we’ll just go again when we wake up.”

“I’m gonna get you pregnant.” He says it confidently, you couldn’t even laugh at the statement. Because he probably and most definitely will.

“I mean if that’s what you want, I wouldn’t mind having a little Oikawa running around.” Almost all his stamina is back in that moment.

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Breeding King with Toru Oikawa 🔓

Neither of you ended up sleeping that night.

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toriwakes · 3 years

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Chrysanthemums [Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader]

summary: you’ve lived in america for the past 15 years of your life. then, everything changed with one letter.

content warnings: very light cursing. some angst (?)

a/n: omg hi!! officially my second request, im so excited to share!! i know it’s SUUUUPER long but bars with me? i’m so proud of it and i’d actually love to do a mini series w this so lmk what u all think! ty for the request @peneflop !

everyone in america knew about harry potter. even though voldemort was a criminal in another country, americans felt just as worried. when the news got out, everyone was all over you. ‘(y/n) potter! are you related to him?’ you didn’t know the answer. but it was most likely not, right?

you sat next to your best friends, wishing them a good morning. “want to go pick up the mail?” lena asked. you nodded. the three of you walked down the halls, giggling and gossiping. “what’re you doing for halloween, (y/n)?” gina asked. you shrugged. “dunno. probably nothing. why?” she let out a dramatic gasp. “you’ve gotta come to this party! please don’t miss it, it’s gonna be amazing!” you laughed at her and turned the corner, entering the mail room. “i’ll think about it.” she made a face and you all separated to open your mail boxes. you flipped through your letters- nothing special. then something caught your eye. a parchment envelope with a burgundy wax seal. “guys?” your two friends rushed over. “what?” the said in unison. with a shaky hand, you lifted up the letter. “holy.” “shit.”

it was settled. you were moving to london and going to hogwarts. you were not keen on the idea at all, but the albus dumbledore demanded you be there. no witch could just say no. right now you were at the station, watching as hundreds of witches and wizards staggered around. “why’d you have to go before halloween?” gina sighed. you pouted. “i’ll write to you both once a week. i’ll tell you everything.” “yeah, you better!” lena teased. then you were met with anna. anna was your care taker. she wasn’t related to you but she cared for you since you didn’t have any connections to your family. you were told that your parents died in a car crash and they were both only children, so you had no aunts or uncles. poor circumstances, but that was your life. “i’m gonna miss you.” you said it quickly, afraid you may cry if you spoke too slow. “i’ll miss you too.” she was already crying. “now go, everyones already on.” you hugged them and waved goodbye before boarding the train.

you didn’t know anyone here. you shuffled to the back of the train and tried not to make yourself stand out too much. you walked back as far as you could and found yourself in a dark section of the train with empty booths. you smiled and sat down, pulling out your book that you brought along. you were daydreaming of lena and gina when you heard footsteps. when you shifted your gaze to the doorway, you jaw almost dropped. a tall (yet skinny) pale boy stood there. he along with two beefy men didn’t pay any mind to you. you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but you were the only one there, it was unlikely they wouldn’t. they actually all got situated and you thought you were in the clear- until someone else came in. “i saw the saint on the way in. almost puked.” a brunette girl in all black clothes joked. they all laughed. “how was everyone’s- oh?” she saw you. the three boys looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “hello, i’ve never seen you.” she spoke softly and say in front of you. “yeah. i’m new, it’s nice to meet you.” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “american? that’s cute. i’m pansy.” she took your hand and you smiled. “pansy, that’s a pretty name. like the flower?” she didn’t say anything. you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i’m (y/n).” she smiled as a response. “would you three stop being so rude? introduce yourselves!” she was referring to the three boys. the blonde one stood up first. “malfoy.” he said curtly. you gave him a friendly smile. he didn’t return it. “goyle. that’s crabbe. he doesn’t talk much.” crabbe gave you a smile that you gladly returned. “come sit with us.”

for the next hour or so you bonded with your three new friends. pansy did most of the talking, goyle occasionally dropping in. draco didn’t speak too much but you could tell he was listening. every time he did, however, your ears got hot and you felt warm. he was very cute, but you didn’t know him like that. “the trolly is passing. (y/n), if i gave you some galleons would you get us some snacks? anything is fine.” you nodded, but were mildly confused. what the fuck are galleons? “pansy, she’s american. she doesn’t know what galleons are.” draco said. “oh- that’s right. go with her then.” pansy suggested. you took the gold coins from pansy and stood, draco following you. “hello! anything from the trolly?” the kind old woman asked. you picked out the thinks that look the nicest, draco talking the coins from your hand and giving them to the woman. you ignored the race in your heart when his hand touched yours. “did you get that?” he asked. you nodded. “you don’t speak too much, do you.” it wasn’t really a question. as you were about to answer, you made eye contact with a boy with very round glasses. could it be harry? draco noticed this and ushered you forward. “don’t talk to him.” just wait till they found out about your last name...

the students piled into the great hall, which was huge and rather beautiful. gather headmaster, who you recognized as professor dumbledore rose and spoke a few words. then, he made eye contact with you. “let the sorting ceremony begin!” you shuffled in with all the first years feeling awkward. the upper class man gave you strange looks- they must’ve thought you were daft. finally, you heard your name. “(y/n) potter?” you heard gasps in every direction. you stepped forward and sat on the stool. then, you felt the hat on your head. your hands were sweating.“another potter, eh? same qualities as the first yes... but where to put you?” everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats. the 7 minutes that had passed felt like 10 hours. then, you heard a small voice in your head. this voice wasn’t yours. “what’ll it be then? gryffinor or slytherin?’ you blinked. ‘just put me where you think i’ll exceed.’ you don’t know how, but you felt the sorting hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!” the hat boomed. a mixture of gasps and cheers erupted. the witch who sorted you pointed to the direction of the house decorated in green and silver- you beamed when you saw pansy. you sat next to her and she embraced you into a hug. “bloody hell, you didn’t tell me you were a potter! you don’t remember anything from that night, do you?” draco didn’t say anything. “what do you mean?” you asked. now they all just looked at you weird. “do you actually not know what happened?” draco asked. you shook your head. “(y/n)...almost a decade ago, voldemort killed your parents. you and harry survived, you’re the only two that have ever lived after getting hit with the killing curse.” hearing all of this was almost too much to handle. so you did have a family? it wasn’t a car crash? your brother is the chosen one? “how? how did no one know?” pansy looked at you with pity. “you two were separated as infants. no one knew what you looked like. besides, for some reason you don’t have the scar like he does.” pansy said while moving your hair out of your face. scar? like the one on your chest? you didn’t mention it, but you wondered if that was what she meant. “we’ll treat you all the same. don’t you fret.” pansy smiled. “thank merlin she’s not a gryffindor though.” goyle commented. everyone laughed. “what’s wrong with the gryffindors?” draco eyed the table behind you. “they’re a bunch of snobs. think they’re so much better than everyone because they’ve got potter on their side, well guess what? now so do we.” you hummed and turned around. harry was gazing at you already.

that night you found a tie, a sweater, some slytherin robes and a little slytherin flag in your dorm. if harry was a gryffinor, shouldn’t you also be? you shook your head from the thought- you’re done second guessing yourself. to take your mind off it, you pulled out your stationary and began to write to your best friends back in america. boy did you have some things to share...

officially 3 weeeks till halloween. your friends were sending you letter about how excited they were, but you were bummed. you didn’t tell them that your parents died on halloween, you knew it would kill the fun for them. you smiled at the letter and the cute picture of them attached. you pinned it to the cork board- right next to the slytherin flag. you smiled to yourself and grabbed your school bag, existing the dorms and heading into the common rooms. your friends seemed to be waiting for you. “finally! i’m starved, let’s go.” pansy linked arms with you and led you out, hiding you to the great hall. the stares you used to revive everywhere faded. it was like you were always there. “what classes do you all have today?” you questioned, biting into your bagel. “astronomy, potions, transfiguration and defense. you?” draco asked. you and draco finally became formal friends. you owed it all to the many classes you shared together and pansy’s constant pestering. “the same. i just gave potions first.” everyone dove into conversation about their school schedule, followed by how much they hated it. you laughed every now and then but your mind was somewhere else. you had harry in a few classes today. you and him haven’t talked at hall, surprisingly. you were simply too intimidated to do so. “(y/n)!” goyle was calling you. “yeah?” “i said we better get going. if your first class is potions, you don’t want to be late.” you simply nodded and headed with your group to your classes. everyone broke off to their classes as you walked around the castle, but you noticed that draco stuck with you. “i thought you had astronomy?” you only asked once he was outside your classroom. “i do.” “then why are you here?” you never really noticed how much taller draco was than you. “i just wanted to make sure you got here safe. if that not what friends do?” you cocked a brow. “you never walk me to my classes. “bloody hell, im sorry i won’t do it again!” he said quickly. you chuckled. “that’s more like it.” at that, you entered class and he walked away. there was something about him...

“pay attention mrs.granger.” you felt like rolling your eyes at your professor. he was always finding a reason to kick on the gryffindors. however when snape saw nearly everyone was struggling, he huffed and raised his hands to gain the class’s attention. “alright. split into groups of two and finish the potion. do not pair with someone from your house.” everyone shuffled around- harry was looking at you. you acted first, picking up your books and moving to harry’s desk. “hi.” you said. “hello.” he responded. you two worked silently but used teamwork. you ready him instructions while he acted out. “wow, we’re doing way better than i thought we would’ve.” you gave him a curious look. “not that i didn’t think you’d do good, i meant-“ you cut him off by laughing. “you really are my brother aren’t you?” he went quiet. “about that.” you moved your head up to look at him. “i guess we should talk about it.” he nodded in agreement. snape approached your table. “since you two like to do a lot of chatting, we’ll test your potion. snape stuck a dropper in the potion and poured it onto a round item covered in warts. slowly but surely, the warts popped away. “perhaps you’re not as incompetent as i thought.” was all he said before leaving the cauldron and dismissing you both.

you and harry spent the rest of potions and a bit of lunch sitting outside, talking about life and everything you missed out on. “so when you were thirteen- you blew up our aunt?” harry laughed harder at the memory. “harry! there you are.” hermione and ron showed up behind him. “oh- hey guys. wanna sit?” hermione gave you an uncomfortable look. “i’d love to, but i need to speak to you alone harry.” just in cue, you heard your best friends voice. “(y/n)!” you turned around and saw pansy as well as draco. “it’s fine, i have to go anyway. see you later.” you hugged your brother and you both split off. “finally talked to him?” pansy questioned. “yeah. it felt good.” she smiled as a response and the three of you settled on hanging out near the lank for the remainder of lunch. you didn’t catch it, but draco smiled at your happiness.

one week till halloween. you were more upset than happy, but harry wasn’t too effected, but he’s known the truth for 4 years. you found out last month. since it was a weekend, the hogwarts students were roaming about, chatting about their plans for the big night. your friends apologized to you, explaining that they all had detention early morning with mcgonagall. well- all but one. draco walked up to you in the common room and sat beside you. over the past month you and draco became even closer than before. you found yourself having a lot of alone time with him, learning new things about the boy every time. the more you learned a the more interested you became, and before you knew it; you were slowly falling for draco malfoy.

“hey.” you chimed. “do you want to go for a walk?” he said after a minute of silence. you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. you set down your book slowly. finally he looked at you, curious why you were taking so long to answer. “are you bloody deaf? i asked if you wanted to go for a walk.” you giggled while nodding. “yes-yes, i just love hearing how sassy you get. cmon.” you left first and you could hear draco mumbling something along the lines of ‘i’m not sassy...’ under his breath. you thought he was adorable.

the two of you ended up at the lake. it became a usual hangout spot for you and your friends. you did things like talk the day away, finish homework and especially practice magic here. there was a small patch of flowers in the grass- that’s how you identified your spot. as you and draco relaxed you flicked your wand, a flower now blooming in your hand. “..you love that spell.” he said, interrupting his last sentence. you looked at him, moving your body so that you were facing him. “guess i do.” you hummed softly, leaning forward to tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. he looked at you like you had three heads- was he not used to kind gestures? “that looks nice next to your hair.” you commented. his confused gaze stuck. you ignored it and continued swishing your wand, anxious that you may have done something wrong. just then, draco let out a sigh. “goddamnit.” he sounded defeated. “what’s wrong?” you asked. he finally looked at you normally, but this time he looked sad. “you. this is all your fault, you know that? i’m supposed to be this cold hearted, asshole type of guy. i wasn’t going to let myself get soft for some girl, especially an american.” you had no idea where he was going with this. the more he spoke, the more nervous you got. is he saying he doesn’t want to be friends? “but you’re so kind, and smart. you care so much about your friends and those you love. how could i not like you? and you being gorgeous is just a bonus...” you could not believe what you were hearing. was he admitting to having feelings for you? the silence scared him, so you spoke up. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he winced. “bloody hell, i’m saying i like you, you dimwit!” so you were right. “well..i like you too, draco?” he widened his eyes and tilted his head as if to say, ‘really?’ “yes, you dimwit.” you mocked. he chuckled and pulled out his wand. “hold out your hands and close your eyes.” you did as he asked, feeling something sprout in your palms. “open.” when you did, what appeared to be a flower crown (made up from chrysanthemums) rested in your hands. you gasped from joy, lifting it up so you could get a better look at it. “i love it.” you spoke. “(y/n)...would you ever consider being my girlfriend?” you felt time stop. draco really wanted you to be his girlfriend. “yes!” you said happily. he beamed back at you, looked at the flower-clad ground and smiling even brighter. “cool.” he chuckled. “cool.” you responded.

a few days later when you finally got the chance, you ran to your dorm to write to lena and gina. they were gonna flip! just as you planted the wax seal, you heard screaming coming from outside your door. there was pansy, bursting in and hugging you. “you’re dating draco?! oh my god!” she squealed. you laughed at the excitement. “yes! it’s amazing isn’t it?” you said. “yes! oh i’m so excited, my two best friends- dating!!!” pansy smiled greatly. “i’m going to the owlery, would you-“ “DRACO! take your girlfriend to the owlery!” you shook your head at pansy, bidding her goodbye and leaving with draco.

“who are you sending this to?” draco questioned as you attached the letter to the owls leg. “my friends back in america.” you stared as the owl flew away, farther and father, until it was out of sight. suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your waist- draco was looking at you with heart eyes. “what?” you laughed. “you’re just...really gorgeous.” you blushed hard. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at draco’s lips- and he was staring back. you both leaned in closer and one of his plate hands cupped your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard it. still, you nodded and he closed the gap. his lips were as soft as clouds, fitting like a missing puzzle piece with yours. you could’ve stayed like that forever; just you and him. but all good things must come to an end, right? “(y/n)?” the voice of your brother alarmed you, making you break away from draco. “potter.” draco spat. “get away from her!” harry ran to pull you away from him, standing in front of you as if draco was going to hurt you. “harry what are you doing?” you whined, moving him out of the way so now you were in between the boys. the way the two boys looked at each other- you knew there was some history you haven’t discovered. “protecting you? you don’t know what he could’ve brought you up here for!” draco looked at you; he was extremely annoyed. “harry, draco’s my boyfriend. i’m fine..” harry’s mouth hung open, eyes flickering from you to draco and back again. “potter, is there a problem?” draco asked in his usual sassy voice. “let’s see; you’re dating my sister, why would we have a problem malfoy?” shit.

harry stormed away out of rage. the walk back to the common rooms was silent. your head was too full to talk. you had just reconnected with harry, were you going to ruin it all just by being with draco? you really likes the blonde, but was he worth ruining your new founded family? “what are you thinking about?” he spoke finally. you snapped out of your gaze, shaking your head. “nothing.” “no, i know you’re thinking. you get all quiet when you think.” he knew you well, which made you feel a little better. “i think harry’s mad at me. i just met him and he already hates me.” draco cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “listen to me- he does not hate you. you’re his sister, his only family. he couldn’t hate you.” you smiled in his hands. you told him you’d meet him back in the common room later. you had to find harry.

you walked around the castle for what felt like an hour, finally finding him in an empty classroom on the third floor. you entered silently. he was sitting on a desk with his back facing you. “hi.” you choked out. harry turned around and said nothing when he saw you. you took it upon yourself to sit next to him. “harry-“ “do you like him? like, actually like him?” you thought about it for a moment. you considered lying, maybe that’ll make him hate you less. but you knew he’d eventually find out and it’s only make things worse. “yeah. i do.” harry put his face in his hands. “not only are you a slytherin but you’re dating my sworn enemy.” he shook his head and laughed while saying it. “hey!” you said while playfully shoving him. the laughter died and you sat in sad silence again. “i don’t me being with draco to mess up our relationship.” harry but his lip in thought. “is there anything i could do to make it up to you?” you pleaded. an idea popped into your head. you pulled out your wand and swished it- a flower wreath following. “chrysanthemums?” harry asked, taking the wreath into his hands. you smiled. “yeah.” he put the wreath on his head as a joke, but it brushed some of his hair out of his forehead on the way. “i meant to ask you about the scar.” “what about it?” he said. you moves your shirt down, exposing the lightning bolt scar on your chest. “blimey.” he looked very shocked. “i don’t really know what this means.” you whispered. harry shook his head, implying he didn’t either. “are we alright then?” harry fidgeted with the wreath. it dawned upon him that no- he couldn’t stay mad at you. you’re the only family he has left. “i guess.”

over the next week you magras to patch things up with harry and draco well enough to celebrate halloween in peace. the feast was ravishing. you ate so many sweets that you couldn’t imagine having back in america. as per usual you sat with the slytherins- but something was telling you u that you should be with harry. so without a second though you turned to draco, “what do you think of eating with harry?” he almost spit out his pumpkin juice. “you brother hates me (y/n), you know that.” he knew you were going to get your way, but he was trying to convince you not to. your mind was made up. “he’ll have to deal with it.” let’s just say gryffindor wasn’t too fond of having slytherins at their table.

being draco’s girlfriend was a blessing. he showered you with gifts, affection, appreciation. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. there was never a time where you doubted his feelings for you. now was one of them. you two were in his dorm, listening to the soft, low music coming from his record player. you were both just gazing at the ceiling while wrapped in each other’s arms. it’s not that you didn’t love lazy days with draco- you certainly did. you just really wanted to do something right now. “draco?” you finally said. “hmm?” you loved when he responded with a hum. you couldn’t explain why, but it made you go all fuzzy inside. “i wanna do something fun,” you flipped over so you were hovering above him now. he scrunched his brows. “like what?” you thought about it. what could two, 15 year olds do at one in the morning? “wanna sneak into the kitchens?” he burst out in laughter. you wanted to ask him what was so funny, but with a smile like that? you had to laugh with him. “alright- alright. let’s go.” so that’s how you two ended up there, pajamas and all. everything would’ve gone fine if draco would’ve just worn shoes. “bloody hell!” he screamed, dropping all the snacks. draco stubbed his toe on a nearby cart, and of course he had to be dramatic about it. “draco hush!-“ but it was too late. the lights turned on and the house elves caught you, immediately reporting to filch.

you never wished draco wasn’t such a diva more than right now. your saturday was being stolen by detention. even though you were with him, the detention was being watched by snape and you weren’t risking it again. you checked the clock; still two hours? god, you were gonna be here forever if something didn’t happen- “professor!” it was dolores umbridge, dressed in all pink, stumbling through the door. “yes, professor?” snape sneered. she straightened herself up and spoke in her high voice, “there are difficulties with some gryffindor student i could use some assistance with.” she said. “is there anyone else you can ask? i’m preoccupied at the moment..” she giggled. “yes, but i’m sure these students will listen to you.” umbridge looked at you and draco, obviously noticing the green color on your robes. “besides. i’m sure they’ve learned their lesson- haven’t you, children?” you both nodded frantically. “you’re dismissed.” you and draco shot up, not asking any questions and only daring to speak once they were both out of ear shot. “you’re an idiot, you know that?” you told him, playfully (but not really) shoving him to the side. he took your hand and put it in his, smirking to himself more than at you. “‘m your idiot.” rolled your eyes at the blonde. he really was.

before you knew it, the school year was passing by. you and harry were going to america along with some other friends to visit your home. ron was a nervous reck on the plane, not understanding why muggles put themselves through this torture. finally the four of you landed, slowly but surely making it through security and such. that’s when you spotted your two best friends- from miles away, at that. you ran towards them at full speed, almost toppling then over when you embraced them. “i missed you so much!” lena shouted. “i missed you too! god i have so many stories- oh! i need to introduce you to some people!” you face palmed, completely forgetting about your guests. “this-“ you grabbed harry’s arm and shoved him in front of you. “-is harry.” your friends gave you the exact same look; ‘is he..?’ you nodded. “erm- pleasure to meet you. i’m her brother.” both their eyes went wide, and they both hopped on him. “anna is going to go crazy! two potters- wow! she’s already had enough with toria let me tell you-“ “gina!” you scolded. she just laughed. “ah yes, this is ron, he hated me when i first met him.” ron threw his arms up. “you’re a slytherin, what’d you expect?” you hit him in the head as a response. you also ignored how lena ogled ron. then, you felt your boyfriends long arm snake around your waste and press a chaste kiss to your head. “it’s not as bad as i thought it’d be here.” he commented. “and this my dear friends; is draco. my boyfriend.” draco smiled kindly and held out his hand. they both shook it. harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. then you saw her. “anna!” you’ve done a lot of screaming today, you noticed. harry showed up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. “who’s that?”

harry almost cried when he found out he had a guardian. he had told you about sirius, but he sadly passed away. it’s like he was getting a second chance. anna took you all home in her van (ron getting even more nervous now). right now, all of you sat in anna’s back yard. “did you learn anything cool over there? new spells?” gina inquired. you smirked, pulling out your wand and preforming the spell you’ve mastered this school year.

“chrysanthemums?”

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dweetwise · 4 years

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day 16: bad day

prompt from: whumptober (tho i misread the title and can’t post to the challenge but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i still like it) pairing: felix x ace notes: felix’s day goes from bad to neutral to Nice (tm). also everyone except david is a shitty person in this lmao. warnings: implied emotional abuse, implied cheating, threat of violence word count: 2900

It was official; this was the worst day of Felix’s life.

It shouldn’t have been. He should have been happy, maybe a little shocked and nervous, but definitely excited. Not anxious, scared and downright spiteful like he felt right now.

His girlfriend was pregnant. They hadn’t been trying, but she was excited to tell him regardless, already thinking of baby names and giving Felix no room to voice any of his doubts. He knew this was what he claimed he’d always wanted, what he knew his parents wanted for him, to continue the family name since he was the last of his line.

He took another swig of the foul-tasting beer and wondered if she’d done it on purpose. She’d been not-so-subtly hinting at marriage for months, and Felix had always brushed her off. Maybe this was her taking matters into her own hands, forcing Felix to commit to her or drag down both his family name and professional image for having a child out of wedlock.

He didn’t want to marry her because she always seemed way more fond of his money than Felix himself, and he didn’t want to have kids because…

Well. He hated children.

He probably should have brought up that particular piece of information sooner, but he wasn’t sure it would have even made a difference. Not to his parents, not to his girlfriend, and certainly not to the ungodly amount of distant relatives and business associates who kept bugging him about settling down and starting a family.

Because, for some reason, dedicating the last twenty years of his life to doing what other people wanted him to do wasn’t enough.

He’d stupidly believed it would get better. That the twelve-hour work days and countless all-nighters on uninspiring projects would eventually pay off, when in reality all it had lead to were more boring projects. He’d thought buying his girlfriend expensive gifts and taking her on weekly dates followed by the obligatory weekly sex would make them fall in love, but instead she was pushing him into commitments he wasn’t ready for.

He downed the rest of the beer and tried to numb out the suffocating feeling of being trapped. He was doomed to keep living his shitty life exactly the way others dictated, and there was nothing he could do to change his fate.

Maybe that’s why he’d chosen this bar. It wasn’t the usual high-end, after-hour cocktail bar next to his office where everyone would recognize him. It was a shitty sports bar owned and frequented by foreigners, where nobody would approach him to congratulate him on the “good news” after his girlfriend e-mailed his entire contacts list in her excitement.

He debated getting another beer, maybe finally being able to pick one that didn’t taste like piss. God, how sad was his life that the biggest act of rebellion he could come up with was getting drunk on cheap beer in a bad part of town?

Felix clutched the glass tighter in his hand, frustrated at his life but also at himself, how he was unable to do anything but play right into everyone else’s plans. Fuck, he needed to do something different, something he’d never even considered would be in the realm of possibilities for him. But what?

He looked around the bar, seeing a group of backpackers animatedly chatting in what sounded like Spanish. He could go travelling, but that wouldn’t accomplish much except buy him a little bit of time. Not to mention his girlfriend would guilt him until he let her come along.

He could always get blackout drunk and puke his guts out in the bathroom. Maybe get into a bar fight. Try to get his hands on some drugs. Hire a prostitute.

Unfortunately none of those things seemed even remotely more thrilling than the bland beer he’d been drinking the entire night.

Felix sighed and buried his face into his hands. For forty years, he’d kept telling himself he wasn’t like everyone else, that he’d do something meaningful in his life, that he was a risk taker and not a conformer.

And he still would; he just didn’t know what. If he only got a sign—

The door to the bar slammed open and Felix snapped his head up from the noise, his table rattling from the impact of the door hitting the wall.

There was a man, his grey hair and cheap suit both wet from the autumn rain, clutching something under his arm while panting like he’d just run a half marathon. He hurried to close the door, and Felix didn’t mean to stare, but it was the most exciting thing to happen all night.

The man caught Felix’s eye and gave a quick grin.

“You saw nothing,” he offered before running up to the bar.

“Don’t tell me ya fuckin’—” the bartender started, clear annoyance on his features.

“Oops, gotta run, I was never here!” the man offered good-naturedly before hopping over the bar and disappearing into the back.

“Ace for fuck’s sake!” the bartender cursed, yelling at the doorway to what had to be a back room or kitchen. Still, he made no move to follow him, instead sighing in agitation and aggressively started cleaning a couple of pint glasses.

Felix realized three things at once; one, the new customer screamed trouble. Two, he clearly knew the bartender. And three, Felix was intrigued.

He made his way to the bar with his empty glass, placing a ten euro bill on the worn wood that earned him a fresh glass of beer in only a couple of seconds. He appreciated that the bartender hadn’t tried to make small talk during the entire evening, and lamented the fact that he had to break the silence.

“Who is your friend?” Felix asked, trying to ignore the self-consciousness that always surfaced when he had to subject the world to his extremely obvious German accent.

“'Friend' is a strong word,” the bartender huffed in annoyance, though it seemed to be directed at the person they were talking about and not Felix. “'A pest who keeps comin' back like a boomerang no matter how many times I kick 'im out' sounds more fitting.”

Felix hummed in acknowledgement and sipped at his beer, deciding to sit down at the bar instead of returning to his table.

“He seems interesting,” Felix mused, trying to fish more information about the man.

Instead of humoring him, the bartender stopped cleaning the glasses and gave him an incredulous stare.

“You've gotta be fucking kidding me,” he deadpanned. “The hell's a guy like you see in a rat like 'im?”

“That wasn't what I meant,” Felix insisted, staring at his glass in embarrassment. He was just curious, he wasn't… interested, at least not that way. God, why could he never communicate properly? This is why he never tried anything new.

He heard the bartender sigh long and loud, like this wasn't the first time he'd had to put up with a similar situation.

“Look mate, whatever yer thinkin', don't,” he offered, like that was supposed to help Felix at all. “Guy's way more trouble than 'es worth, an' he sure as hell ain't here to make friends.”

Felix didn't have time to reply, not that he even knew what he would have said, before the door slammed open once again and heavy footsteps stomped into the bar.

“Oi!” the bartender shouted in annoyance. “Don't go draggin' mud into my bar!"

“Where is he?” one of the new patrons demanded in German, and his voice was threatening enough to make Felix glance over his shoulder at the new arrivals.

He saw a group of four men that looked like bad news, their cheap clothing and poorly made tattoos making Felix think of some lowly local gang.

“Read the sign, mate,” the bartender scoffed, pointing at a metal plaque in the style of a road sign that said ‘Service in English only’.

“What a fucking moron,” one of the thugs commented, not even attempting to switch languages.

“We know he's here!” the man at the front barked out and proceeded to slam a fist against the bar.

“I got no bloody clue what yer talkin' about!” the bartender claimed. “But if yer gonna come to my bar an' start a fight, so help me—”

"Let's just beat him up!” one of the men was getting impatient.

“For the last time, where is he!?” one of the thugs surged forward and grabbed the bartender by his collar.

“You've got the fuckin' wrong place, I dun know shit about what ya even want!” the bartender, to his credit, didn't even bat an eye. Then again, it looked like he could easily hold his own in a fight.

Felix heard a gasp and noticed one of the Spanish kids cower closer to the corner they were sitting in, observing the scene with fear in her eyes.

The tension in the air seemed like it was about to snap, and instead of making Felix want to bolt into the safety of his mansion, it made his adrenaline start pumping.

This was what he needed. A thrill.

“You heard the man,” Felix raised his voice, finally turning to address the group. “You're in the wrong place.”

“Shut the fuck up, this doesn't involve you!” one of them eloquently responded.

“It started involving me when you barged in and ruined my night,” Felix explained calmly despite feeling his palms start sweating from nervousness, years of faking an unphased persona finally coming to use.

“Okay, the fuck's your problem!?” the guy who seemed to be the leader demanded, finally letting go of the bartender in favor of looming over Felix threateningly.

“I said,” he emphasized, slowly lifting his pint glass to take a sip of his drink and flash his ring with the family insignia. “You've got the wrong place.”

There was a moment of silence when all Felix heard was his own heart beating in his ears, keeping his expression neutral and looking at the thugs like they were nothing more than a fleck of dirt on his expensive suit. Hopefully, they'd recognize the symbol, even if the Richters hadn’t been involved in the local underworld for years, not after the disappearance of his parents.

“The fuck is he on about?” one of the men, who looked to be the youngest, demanded. “Let's just beat them both up and—”

“Shut up,” the leader barked, glancing at Felix fleetingly. “We seem to have gotten lost on the way.”

Felix couldn’t help the smug smile.

“Happens to the best of us,” he said.

The group slowly started slinking out of the bar without further complaints, with Felix's eyes following them the entire time as if daring them to protest.

“Sorry for bother,” one of them even offered to the bartender in questionable English before the door closed after them.

“I'll be damned,” the bartender huffed and crossed his arms, giving Felix a look that could generously be described as somewhat impressed. Felix offered a shaky smile in return before he focused all his attention on staring at the surface of the bar and trying not to tremble from fear as the adrenaline left his body. He hoped it wasn’t obvious he was taking unnecessarily deep breaths and that cold sweat was running down his back under the suit.

That had been the most idiotic thing he had ever done. It was stupid, it was dangerous, and unnecessary and—

And he'd never felt such a rush of absolute victory before.

There was a thud as a beer was placed in front of him, and he glanced up to see the bartender smirking at him.

“It's on the house,” he said in a heavily accented but otherwise fluent German.

Well. It seemed this night was just full of surprises.

Soon after, Felix found himself sitting in a corner booth nursing his two beers. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt good, and it wasn’t just from the alcohol buzzing in his system.

He’d proved to himself that he had balls. He was one wrong move away from ending up in a bar fight, and even that thought didn't make him cower in fear like it would have before. Despite never being in a fight before, his confidence was soaring, and he liked to imagine him and the bartender could have easily taken the four thugs.

And then his night only got better as a handsome stranger slid down into the opposite side of the booth.

“So, King told me you saved my ass just now,” the man said with a charming smile, casually leaning closer and propping his chin up on his elbow like they were old friends catching up.

It took Felix longer than he'd like to recognize the man as the one that caught his attention earlier. Without the baseball cap, sunglasses and cheap suit jacket, he cleaned up rather well, dressed in a simple light pink button-up and jeans. Slightly messy, silver hair was a stark contrast to the mischievous brown eyes and almost youthful, cocky smirk on his face.

Felix suddenly realized why the bartender thought he was interested in more than just the man's colorful personality.

“I suppose that's true,” Felix said after a way longer silence than was socially acceptable, but his companion was courteous not to mention anything.

“Well, whether you meant to or not, you have my thanks!” the man grinned good-naturedly. “I would have bought you a beer, but I see David's already got you covered,” he added, gesturing to the two pints where Felix was still working through his first.

“Yes, it's…” Felix started, debating whether he should be honest about his distaste for the drink or not. Fuck it, drunk and brave had worked earlier. “A shame it doesn't make it taste any better.”

The man barked out a laugh and Felix smiled at the success of his joke.

“I know, right?” his companion snickered. “I keep telling him to mix it up, maybe get some nice wines too, but he insists on importing that awful stuff the Brits call beer.”

Felix smiled politely, not knowing what to add to the statement. Regardless of what the bartender—David?—had claimed before, the two definitely seemed to be friends.

“I'm sorry, where are my manners!” the man suddenly seemed to realize, offering his hand over the table. “I'm Ace.”

“Felix,” Felix replied, returning the handshake firmly, like his father and numerous career coaches had taught him.

“So, Felix,” Ace continued, retracting his hand but leaning over the table even further. “What brings you here? I think I'd remember seeing someone like you before.”

Was that flirting? It had been so long since anyone had showed any interest in Felix, he couldn’t even recognize what was just casual conversation, too used to business world small talk about the stock market and someone's secretary's family.

“I needed a change,” Felix said, before realizing he probably shouldn't be revealing too much. “—of scenery,” he hastily added.

Ace regarded him silently for a few heartbeats and Felix gulped down some beer to try not to fret under the scrutinizing gaze.

“Scenery, huh?" Ace hummed. "Seen anything you like so far?”

Okay, that had to be flirting. Right? Felix stared at Ace's face, but the other wasn’t giving anything away. And Felix thought he was good a keeping a straight face.

“Maybe,” he answered simply, keeping eye contact much longer than appropriate on purpose.

Ace didn't look away and Felix wondered if he was the only one who noticed the tension in the air.

He always sucked at flirting, even in his native tongue, and now he had to do it in broken English. He thought he'd been pretty obvious, but he still wasn’t sure if Ace was just being friendly. Maybe he wasn’t even into men.

Well, to be fair Felix didn't think he was either, university time experimentation aside. There was something about this particular night, like he was desperate to prove to himself that he was still capable of making decisions for himself.

He’d always thought he wouldn't cheat, but he also knew that if Ace offered, he wasn’t going to say no. If this was the only thing in his life he still had control over, he was going to make the most of it, and he no longer cared if that made him a bad person.

“You know, I've stayed in a bunch of different hotels in the area while I've been here,” Ace mentioned out of the blue, and Felix furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “There's a pretty good one just down the street.”

Felix swallowed, at last realizing what the other was getting at.

“Really?” he asked, trying to mask his suddenly surfacing nerves.

“Yup. Kinda cozy, very… discreet,” Ace chirped casually, like he was talking about the weather and not propositioning a stranger.

Felix cleared his throat and shoved a hand in his pocket, managing to fish out a crumpled twenty euro bill despite his sweaty palms. He slapped the money on the table, hoping the tip would convey his gratitude to David for setting him up for the best night of his life.

Finally, he stood up from the booth and offered Ace a nervous smile that probably made it glaringly obvious just how eager he was.

“Lead the way."

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buckleysjareau · 4 years

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you feel like the perfect escape now

"In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness."

Eddie planning his proposal with the help of Hen and Karen. Featuring good ol' Buck and Chimney banter, soft and in love boyfriends, and tooth rotting fluff.

part two of three in my series ‘cause i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place on ao3

Eddie Diaz was never the type of guy to actually think about marriage. He’ll sound horrible saying it, but he didn’t really think about his marriage to Shannon. He loved her, he’s loved her since their third date when they were caught in the rain and instead of freaking out, she grabbed Eddie’s hand, dragged him out from the shelter and spun them around, head falling back in happy, care-free laughter. He loved her when she told him, with tears in her eyes, that she was pregnant. He loved her as she walked down the aisle with a grin on her face, carelessly happy. He loved her when she gave birth to their world.

But he never thought about it as it happened. When she’d told him she was pregnant, after he got over the initial excitement, his first thought was oh, we should probably get married now. Before that, it never occurred to him that he would ever marry Shannon, even though he loved her.

It was different with Buck.

Realizing he wants to marry Buck, not because he should but because it’s the only thing he can think of when he goes to sleep at night and when he wakes in the morning. He realizes the difference in the thought when it comes to planning his proposal to Buck and how he treated Shannon’s proposal.

He loved Shannon, but he was never in love with her. The thought sends an uncomfortable amount of guilt through him, but he hears Buck’s voice in his ear saying, you can’t help who you fall in love with.

Not exactly what he meant when he said it but it helped Eddie shake a lot of the guilt.

He was wholeheartedly, one-hundred percent, completely, utterly and stupidly in love with Evan Buckley.

The second it struck him how much he not just wanted, but needed to marry Buck, he couldn’t wait a second longer to start planning it.

The first thing he has to do before he even starts planning anything, though, is ask Christopher if he would be okay with him marrying Buck. He knows his kid loved Buck more than life, but sometimes he’s scared that Chris will think that if he marries him, he’ll be replacing Shannon.

When it happens that Buck and his schedules don’t line up, he takes Christopher to lunch at his favorite place and asks.

“Christopher, can I ask you a really important question?”

He giggles when his son looks up from his triple chocolate pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate already covering his mouth. “What is it, dad?”

“Abuela’s gonna kill me for letting you order all of this sugar.” He shakes his head as he smiles before he clears his throat. “You know how before Buck and I got together, I asked what you’d think about it?”

“I said I loved my Buck and got really excited.”

“That’s right! Well, Christopher, how would you feel if I asked your Buck to marry me?”

Chris’ smile grows immediately. “You’re gonna marry Bucky?”

“If that’s alright with you.” He smirks.

“Yes! Yes!”

His heart soars. He was really going to ask Evan Buckley to marry him.

After he texts Hen for her help and the twenty texts he receives of her freaking out in the language of keyboard smash, he tries to plan it. Keyword: tries.

From Hen;

Alright, alright diaz-buckley, how do you plan to do this

To Hen;

I have no clue!!! That’s why i asked for your help to research and what not. I’m not Buck, i’m not good at research or whatever

Also

*future diaz-buckley, we’re not married YET

From Hen;

boy... you’re in love in love huh

Your boy is sitting right across from me

*photo attachment*

What’s he smiling at eddie?

To Hen;

Probably dog videos

Now helllllppppppppppppp

From Hen;

You were right. A golden retriever looking at videos of golden retrievers

Patient, diaz!

Got a call, we’ll talk later

To Hen;

Tell buck to be careful!

You too obviously

bu t you know what I mean

He doesn’t know why he thought he could get anything done regarding the proposal through text. That’s how Hen and him were, they had never been able to stay on one conversation at a time when texting. There was one time when Hen had asked him for a recipe Buck wouldn’t give her, followed by a text about a playdate with Denny, and a text asking his high score in Candy Crush. He responded to say he’d ask him and send it and continued the conversation. Talk of playdates turned into talks of weirdest calls, talk of high scores in Candy Crush turned to talk of modern technology and so on. By the time Hen stopped responding, presumably because Karen got home, Eddie realized he’d never given her the recipe.

It was different in person, they could sit for hours and talk about the same thing. He cherishes any conversation with Hen, though. He cherishes their friendship so much. Next to Buck, Hen was his best friend.

That’s why he couldn’t think to ask anyone better to help him plan the next step in his life with the man that he loves.

From Hen;

Heads up, your boys in a sour mood

Dont worry though because ik you are!

Im sure a nice cuddle from his soon to be fiance will do the trick

To Hen;

Why shouldnt I worry? An hour ago you sent me pic of him smiling

Now hes in a bad mood? Something happened

Hennnnnnnnn tell me what happppppennnnnneddddd

What was the call

im bored and worried

From Buck;

Can I stay the night? Ill bring wine and chinese <22222

<4444

To Buck;

You okay there babe? Haha

You never have to ask

Or bribe me with food and alcohol

But i will accept it <3

From Buck;

You know i hate texting don’t judge me!

See you in 10 love love love you <3

Eddie’s worried. Buck practically lived at the Diaz’s, he never had to ask to stay the night and he knew that. All Hen had sent back was the shrug emoji so he was on his own to figure out why.

As promised, Buck walks in ten minutes later with two bags of chinese food and a bottle of white wine. He seemed tense, but when he sees Eddie in his presence, he can automatically see his whole body relax.

“I hate when we’re not on shift together.” Buck says in lieu of a greeting. He places the wine and food on the coffee table in front of them before he plops down next to Eddie.

He leans into Eddie’s touch, instantly lying his head on Eddie’s chest and closes his eyes.

Eddie smiles down at his boyfriend, automatically moving to run a hand through his curls, wrapping the other arm around Buck’s chest. “Me too. I missed you today. So did Chris.”

“I missed you both like crazy today. I can’t wait to just cuddle up to you and fall asleep.” He mumbles. “You’re my world.”

Even after all of this time, Buck can still make Eddie blush like it’s nothing.

He presses his lips to Buck’s forehead. “And you’re mine.”

It stays quiet after that until Eddie’s stomach growls, startling Buck into sitting upright in laughter.

“I think it’s time to eat, huh?”

“You’d be right.”

Buck gets up and gets two wine glasses from the kitchen. The way in which Buck walks so comfortably around his home will never fail to bring a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach. He knows where everything is and he knows how everything works and it feels empty when he’s not there.

Eddie turns on the TV and picks a random station that’s playing reruns of a cop show he’d seen here and there. Eddie and Buck’s legs are interlaced and resting on the coffee table, food in their laps when things settle. The ease on Buck’s face makes him wonder why he was even worried in the first place.

They don’t talk as they eat their food and sip their wine. They just take in each other’s company as they watch what’s on in front of them, perfectly content in just being together.

Buck’s phone rings from the coffee table. When he lets it ring through to voicemail without even looking at ID, Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who said you should answer every phone call because it might be important? Or are you just a clone of my boyfriend?”

Buck snorts. “I know it’s not important.”

It starts to ring again and Eddie sees Maddie’s name flash on the screen. “It sounds important.”

“I promise you it’s not.”

Then she calls a third time and Buck groans. “Fine, fine. I’ll answer.”

He doesn’t leave the room, doesn’t make any effort to grab his phone, just sits back and pouts as Eddie hands him his phone.

He listens to Buck’s side of the conversation closely. He’s talking about not wanting to go somewhere because he doesn’t know if someone is going to be at that place and he doesn’t want to risk it. Hm.

“I was having a nice, relaxing night with Eddie before you called about something you knew the answer to, so if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to get back to that.” He throws his phone onto his lap after he hangs up, then smiles sheepishly. “Any chance you can ignore that?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it right now, that’s perfectly okay. But we do have to talk about it eventually. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you snap at Maddie, so something must have happened.”

Buck cuddles back into Eddie’s chest, revelling in his arm comfortably wrapped around his shoulders. “It’s really not a big deal, Eds. It’s just stupid.”

“Well, lucky for you, I like hearing everything you have to say. Even if it’s stupid.”

“Did you just boop my nose?”

“And what about it?”

All Eddie feels is the shaking from Buck’s giggling. “Shit, whoever decided I was good enough to have you in my life is someone I’d like to meet because...man, I love you.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Eddie smirks.

Buck hides his face in the nook of his neck. “Stop making me blush.”

“Never.”

It’s quiet again after that until Buck finally talks. “So, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“I got a wedding invitation in the mail today. It’s from my cousin, she’s getting married in Los Angeles so she invited Maddie and me. We get along just fine, always have, but I haven’t talked to her in a few years and now Maddie thinks it’s completely necessary to actually go to her wedding. I just don't know if I want to risk going and have them be there as well, you know?”

“Your parents?”

“Who else?”

“Well think about it this way. If the risk of seeing your parents again was out of the equation, would you want to go?”

Buck sighs. “Of course I would. It’d be nice to see her again and have a good time, but Eds… you know how my parents are.”

It’s true, he did know how his parents were. He remembers when they’d come to Los Angeles when they found out their first grandchild had been born. He remembers how tense Buck had been the entire time, how he let his parents walk all over him and tell him how big of a failure he was like it was a normal day to day conversation. He especially remembers yelling at Buck’s father after a particularly barbaric comment on Buck’s lifestyle.

He knows why he’d want to avoid his parents, because Eddie would too.

“Can you bring a plus one?”

“What?”

“Can you bring a plus one to the wedding?” He smiles when Buck nods. “Take me. If your parents are there, I’ll have your back. Plus, your cousin seems nice, I’d love to meet the family that’s not pretentious.”

Buck choked on the wine he’d taken a sip of. “You think Maddie’s pretentious?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely pretentious.” He jokes. “I mean your extended family. You’ve met mine.”

Buck sighs. “Whatever. I guess we’re going to a Buckley wedding. I really did want to see McKenna so you win.”

“I always do.” He grins before he connects his lips with Buck’s and giggles against it when his fingers press against the only ticklish part of his body.

“What? Did that tickle?” Buck gasps. “You said you weren’t ticklish!”

“I’m not!”

“Mhm.”

Then suddenly, the wedding worries were long forgotten, tickle war long taking its place.

“Oooooooh, so you’re going to a wedding with him, huh?” Hen wiggles her eyebrows from where she stands across her kitchen. “That’s gonna be you one day.”

Eddie sighs exasperatedly. “Not if I have nothing planned. I wanna make this special, okay?”

Hen’s face softens. “Anything you do to propose will make it special, honey. You’re Buck’s world, a simple Marry me? would be the most romantic thing in the world to him.”

“Maybe so, but that’s how it was with Shannon. She was pregnant with Christopher so I thought the next logical step would be marriage, but this is different. Buck is different.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get to work, then.” She opens her laptop. “What are some of your favorite things about him?”

Eddie’s face erupts into a look of pure adoration at that question. “Oh, Henrietta, you have no idea what you just got yourself into, asking that. What are some of my favorite things about Evan Buckley? Let’s see… When he wakes up in the morning, he makes this cute little noise when he stretches and it makes my heart fill with joy. He loves Christopher like he’s his own and he never treats him differently. He just has so much knowledge about literally anything. Random facts upon random facts are stored in that beautiful brain of his and whenever he tells me one of these random facts, it’s suddenly the most important thing in the world. He’s so selfless, you know this. When we got together and I still wasn’t sure about being open about my sexuality, he put my fears above his own fear of telling you guys. He’s an amazing cook, so amazing I have a hard time believing that before he joined the one-eighteen the only thing he could cook was ramen. Even if he could still only cook ramen, I’d still love him, we’d just be living off of frozen food. I love the little family we’ve got going on now. I can go on for hours, but I won’t. Any of that help?”

By the time he was done, Karen was home and trying her hardest not to tease the lovesick man.

“Oh, honey, you’ve got it bad.” Karen giggles. “Buck has it just bad, though.”

Hen clears her throat. “What’s something that’s specific to you and Buck? Christopher, too. You can always propose that way. Doing something and it’ll just come completely unexpected?”

The metaphorical light bulb over Eddie’s head flashes on. “I have it!”

It’s a Friday morning at the firehouse and Eddie finds himself next to Hen, looking over her shoulder as she helps him navigate what needs to be done to propose.

His eyes travel up to meet his boyfriend’s as he walks up the stairs, and even though his smile is bright as he sees him, there’s bags under his eyes. The second his eyes land on Chimney though, he deflates and rolls his eyes. Chimney has a smug look and Eddie knows he definitely missed something.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Buckaroo.”

Buck looks over to Hen and Eddie, making an exaggerated face of confusion.

“Did you guys hear something?”

Bobby laughs from where he’s at in the kitchen, Hen snorts, and Eddie is grinning, looking between the soon to be brother in laws.

“How mature of you, Evan.” Chimney rolls his eyes. “I just wanna talk about the wedding next week and he keeps rolling his eyes and running away. Eddie, make him stop.”

Buck scoffs. “You’re sitting here whining and you’re calling me the immature one.”

“I wouldn’t be whining if you just talk to me for once. I just want more information, who I’m gonna meet, if your parents are coming, c’mon give me something.”

“Alright.” Buck smirks. “For good luck, Egyptian women pinch the bride before the wedding.”

Chimney groans. “What?”

“Engagement and wedding rings are worn on the fourth fingers of the left hand because it was once thought that a vein in that finger leads directly to the heart.”

“That’s beautiful, but I wanna talk about the wedding next week.” Chimney whines.

Eddie is torn between wanting to laugh and being worried about his boyfriend. It’s obvious Chim doesn’t know that this is Buck’s classic mode of deflection, and Buck seems to know this. Eddie can tell Buck is just beginning, too.

“Seventeen tons of gold are made into wedding rings each year in the United States.”

“Maddie says you would know more about the family that’s going to the wedding, so why won’t you just tell me?”

“Ancient Greeks and Romans thought the veil protected the bride from evil spirits. Brides have worn them ever since.”

Chimney turns to Eddie and Hen, arms out in exasperation, desperate. “Eddie!”

Eddie shrugs his shoulder. “If he doesn’t wanna talk about the wedding, don’t make him talk about the wedding. I’m not gonna make my f- my boyfriend do something he doesn’t want to do.”

Buck’s too distracted in his minds’ files of facts on weddings to tell Chimney to hear him almost slip up, but Chimney’s got his eyebrow raised and he hears Hen snicker under her breath, nice one.

Chimney eyes him suspiciously for a moment before he goes back to the problem at hand. “Maddie doesn’t know her cousin all that well, she’s more around Buck’s age, I just want to know what I should expect because I know how the Buckley’s are. Why can’t you just tell me something, man?”

“The most expensive wedding was Sheik Rashad Bin Al Maktoum’s son’s marriage to Princess Salama in Dubai in 1981. It was forty-four million dollars.”

“What about your cousin’s wedding?”

“In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness.”

Before Chimney can ask once more, Eddie cuts in again. “He hasn’t seen anyone in his family in years, why would he know who’s going?”

“Thank you!” Buck sighs and drops next to Eddie, who shuts his laptop so fast it probably would have broken the screen. “I have plenty of more facts about weddings if you want to keep talking about the wedding, though.”

Chimney hears the message it is and sighs. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like talking about your family. I’m just feeling a little anxious here, ya know?”

Buck sighs. “Me too, Chim. But if it helps you any, McKenna is not at all as pretentious and callous as my parents. That’s all I can and want to tell you about though, so please… Let it go.”

Hen reaches over and places her hand on Buck’s in an attempt of comfort before her soft smile turns to a smirk. “So Buckaroo, why do you know so much about weddings?”

Eddie’s eyes go comically wide.

“A little late night reading.” He shrugs.

“Hm.” She turns to Eddie with a smirk when Bobby calls Buck over to help.

Eddie groans softly, resting his head on the cold wood of the dining table. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Three days later, Eddie finds himself at a jewelry shop on Wilshire with Hen and Karen.

“I feel like all of these rings look the same.” He whines.

“You’ve looked at four rings and this store is huge.” Hen rolls her eyes. “You’ll know when you’ve found the right ring, okay?”

“Will I?”

Karen snorts. “Yes, you will. Trust me, I went through this same thing when I was proposing to Hen. You’ll just know.”

So Eddie keeps looking. He’s completely indecisive as if it’s him that’s going to be wearing the ring, because Buck definitely wouldn’t care about a fancy ring or any ring at all, but Eddie needs it to be special.

“How about this?” Karen calls from the other end of the store. When Eddie reaches her, she’s pointing at a black band, definitely something he can automatically picture on Buck’s hand. It still didn’t feel right to him, though. He says as much to Karen before he starts searching the glass case in front of them for more.

He gasps as soon as he sees it. Hen was right about just knowing.

He calls over the jeweler and asks to see it. The second he’s holding it in between his fingers, he can see himself getting down on one knee. He can see it on Buck’s ring finger, shining brightly to everyone Buck proudly shows it to. It’s definitely the ring.

“This is it.” He grins, looking side to side at the women standing next to him and then smiles at the jeweler.

Karen and Hen squeal loudly. “What is it about this ring, Diaz-Buckley?”

“In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness.”

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goldenmessenger · 4 years

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TS Actor AU: Reach Out Your Hand Pt 1

Summary: Before recovery can come, you have to admit you have a problem first. In 2019, Roman’s been clean for about 6 years. In 2011, however? Clean is a long way away. He’s alone. Isolated. No-one to turn to. Except he might have one person. But Roman’s ignored him for the last 4 years. But then the voicemail comes.

Read on Ao3 here.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I’m currently working on a multi-chapter fic set after the last two fics. But that’s probably going to take me a while. So in the meantime, have this fic that’s set 8 years before the others. This is some backstory on Roman, Remus, and Dillon, and how Roman got on the first steps to recovery. Also, I meant for this to be a one-shot, but it’s going to be a two-parter. It’s too long to post all at once. I apologize in advance for this, it’s really intense and a lot of whump and angst. I promise part 2 will make up for everything, and that’ll be up tomorrow.

As usual, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! And once again, I apologize.

Content Warnings: Drunken texts, drug abuse, drug overdose, mild violence (vague mention), self-deprecating thoughts and language, whump, angst

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Sent at 11:24pm

Text from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

happhy B-day roe

its me Rekus

Remus

i gootta new phonee

im sorry

iwas the worts

woest

worsr

Cant typw

To drukn

Miss u tho

First b-day wit out u

Do u mis me to?

See u on th news

Got that moie

Movie deal u wanted

Hop ur doin wel

That ur happy

M not

Mis u

Love u

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Sent at 2:00 pm

Text from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

Hey Ro, happy birthday,

it’s me again.

I wanna apologize for the mess that I sent last year. Thought you’d like to know I’m in a much better place now.

I’m in college in San Francisco, probably gonna live there after.

Gotta boyfriend, just like you always said you would if we didn’t have to deal with everyone’s expectations.

Went to therapy, boyfriend’s idea

Though he was just a best friend then

It’s been really helpful.

I was so awful to you.

I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again

You don’t have to forgive me, I just want a chance to talk

If you want to meet up

Just let me know

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Sent at 10:00 am

Text from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

Hey Ro

Happy birthday again.

At this point, I know you probably won’t reply

This probably isn’t even your number anymore.

I don’t know why I keep texting you though

Closure, perhaps?

An inability to let go?

Whatever it is, it’s kinda sad

I can’t stop though

If by any chance you are reading this, please respond

I don’t care if it’s to say you hate me, or never want to talk to me again, please

I need you

I need my brother

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sent at 10:00 am

Text from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

Happy birthday Ro!

This will probably be the last time I text you.

My boyfriend, Dillon, pointed out that if you were going to reply, you would’ve already

I need to move on

I need to heal

I still love you though

You’ll always be my brother

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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sent at 11:00 am

Text from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

Ro, what the hell?

I know I said that I wouldn’t text again

But I just saw the news

You punched someone?

What on earth

I’d honestly be kinda proud of you if I wasn’t worried

Are you doing ok?

That’s not like you.

I was always the violent one.

I know what I said before, but if you need anyone to talk to, I’m here.

I won’t be waiting for you anymore, but I’ll still be here for you, if you need me.

All you need to do is reach out.

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Sunday, August 15, 2011

Missed Call at 1:00 am

Voicemail from (xxx) xxx-xxxx:

“Ro—Roman! Please, please tell me you’re there, that you’re alright—

I just heard, apparently you’ve been missing for two weeks? Two whole weeks, and I didn’t know—

Please call me back, or text if that works better! Please, no one knows where you are, if you’re ok, nothing!

I — I can’t lose you Roman.

I mean, maybe I did already, maybe I did a long time ago—

But that was different. At least you were alive. You were happy. At least, I thought you were happy. I’m not so sure about that anymore.

But if by some miracle, some crazy insane miracle you still have this number, if you’re ok, please please let me know.

I love you so much Ro.

I don’t think I ever said it enough, but I do. So, so much.

I hope wherever you are, you’re ok.”

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The dark hotel room was illuminated only by the screen of his phone. He stared at it with glassy eyes, unseeing, as the message finished playing. Roman was leaning against the bed, sitting on the floor. His phone was gleaming on the ground next to him.

Roman had read Remus’s texts as they came, of course, but he hadn’t thought they were sincere. That they were real. Nothing else in his life was, not even his own parents. So why should his own twin be an exception? But he didn’t delete the texts or block the number. He let the messages keep coming. And he didn’t know why.

Maybe because part of him had wanted to hope. Why else would he be where he was now? Why else would he have used the most of the little money he had left to get himself here? Here in a dingy little motel on the edge of San Francisco. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going, not that anyone cared. Maybe Remy might’ve. Remy, who Roman realized now might’ve been his only real friend. At least, he could’ve been, if Roman hadn’t pushed him away when Remy had attempted to convince Roman he had a problem. Pushed him away just like Roman had done to everything else good in his life.

That’s why he hadn’t contacted Remus yet. Why he’d sat here in this room with it’s flea-ridden bed and peeling wallpaper for almost two weeks now, only leaving to buy food from the nearby convenience store. Remus’s texts had seemed like he was doing well. Roman had looked at his Facebook too. Remus was in college, was living with his boyfriend, a job working as a tech at a local theater. He seemed happy. Roman couldn’t bring himself to ruin that like he ruined everything else.

But that voicemail—he hadn’t ever heard Remus sound so frightened before. So worried. And about Roman, of all people. Why? Why on earth? Sure, they’d been close as kids, but they hadn’t even been in the same room for years. And Roman had ignored all of Remus’s attempts to make contact since. He couldn’t understand it. It made his head hurt. He was feeling bitterly jittery, and not very glittery.

That was a weird sentence. When did his thoughts stop making sense? He needed his pills, needed them. He couldn’t deal with all of these thoughts and emotions. He needed them to go away. He needed them to stop. He fumbled on all fours for the bottle, and finally found it, open and empty. That wasn’t right, it’d been full only...only...he couldn’t remember. A wave of dizziness hit him, and he pitched forward, face planting into the ground.

Something wasn’t right. Why was his brain so fuzzy. Everything hurt so much, he couldn’t think. He needed help. He needed Remus. He somehow managed to find his phone, and hit the contact simply labeled “R.”

The phone rang. And rang. Finally, it was picked up. And a familiar voice spoke.

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Remus ran his hand through his sleeping boyfriend’s hair. It was a calming motion that somewhat helped to calm his racing mind. But not by much. Dillon had attempted to convince Remus to rest, but Remus couldn’t sleep. Not when Roman was missing. He’d gotten the news around midnight, from a former friend of Roman’s, Remy.

Remy had been the one to tell Remus that Roman had been struggling with a drug addiction, though Remy didn’t know how long. He’d tried to get Roman some help as soon as he found out, but the other man had rejected it and broke off their friendship. Remy had gone to Roman’s apartment that morning to attempt to repair their relationship, with the hope that he could eventually convince Roman to get some help. But he was nowhere to be found. The door was unlocked, and there was two weeks worth of mail on the floor. He’d found Remus’s number on accident, on a post-it on Roman’s fridge, labeled “Bro.” That’s when he’d called Remus and, upon finding out he was Roman’s brother, told him everything.

Remus didn’t quite understand why Roman had his number saved like that, but the more pressing concern was finding Roman. Remus attempted to call Roman several times, each one going straight to voicemail.

He didn’t blame Dillon for falling asleep though. Remus would if he could. He couldn’t though. The hand that wasn’t running through Dillon’s hair had a death grip on his phone. He couldn’t stop staring at it, praying to anyone who would listen that it would ring.

He didn’t know what he expected though. Roman had never responded to him in the past, so why would now be any diff—

“I’m a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie wooorld

Life in plastic, it’s fantastic...”

Remus startled as his phone’s ringtone filled the room. Next to him, Dillon shifted and blinked tiredly at him.

“Why on earth do you still have that obnoxious song as your ringtone?” Dillon questioned, a little grumpy at being woken so unceremoniously.

“You can brush my hair, undress me everywheere

Imagination, life is your creation...”

Remus could barely hear him. He could barely hear his own ringtone. All he could do was stare at the name that lit up the screen.

Lil bRO(man)

“Come on, Barbie, let's go party!”

Dillon looked up at Remus, the sleep slowly fading from his gaze as his brain slowly began to catch up.

“Re, what’s wrong?”

“I’m a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie wooorld

Life in plastic, it’s fantastic...”

The chorus of the song began to repeat, and Remus knew he was running out of time. This was something he’d wanted for years, and now, it was happening right in front of him. But he was frozen. For some reason, he couldn’t answer the phone.

“You can brush my hair, undress me everywheere…”

When Remus didn’t respond, Dillon sat up, and saw the phone lying limp in his boyfriend’s grasp.

“Imagination, life is you—”

Quick as a lightning bolt, Dillon grabbed the phone and hit ANSWER before it could go to voicemail. Almost as quick, he hit the speaker button.

There was a long moment of silence. Too long. Finally, Remus’s voice returned.

“Ro, is that you?” He asked, hopefully. “Are you ok, are you hurt, where—”

“Re. I— I didn’t acshully think you’d anshwer.”

Roman’s familiar voice leaked through the speakers like water through a broken dam. Despite Remus’s relief, however, he immediately recognized something was wrong. One look at Dillon’s face told Remus that he’d heard it too. The way Roman’s words slurred themselves together. Remus took a deep breath. He knew how to handle this. He just needed to stay calm.

“Of course I would.” Remus said sincerely. “Ro, why don’t you tell me where you are? Maybe I can come to you and we can have this conversation in person?”

However, Roman didn’t seem to hear Remus’s question.

“I meshed up Re, meshed up big time, I ran ‘way from evything ‘cause I shcrewed up, an’ now I’m losht an’ allone an’ I jus’ wanted to hear your voishe one lasht time…”

Remus felt his heart seize in panic at those words. He grabbed the phone out of Dillon’s hands as the man looked on worriedly. Remus clutched that phone like it was his lifeline. No, Roman’s lifeline.

“Roman, wait, what do you mean, one last time? Where are you, what’s going on?”

“Ate too many of th’ pret-ty white circles, and now I can’ shtand up right and m’ brain won’ work.”

Roman’s voice grew thick, and it began to sound like he was crying.

“M sorry Re, ‘m an awful brother. I can’ do anything righ’ an’ I was too much of a cow-ward to tell you I was here.”

Remus’s eyes widened in shock as his brain processed the information. White circles, didn’t a lot of pills take that form? Including addictive ones. And Roman was here? San Francisco?

He looked over to Dillon to find that his boyfriend had his own phone out, and was callling someone. Dillon caught his gaze, and mouthed 911. Keep him talking. Remus took a deep breath. He needed to keep it together. For Roman’s sake.

“Roman, you’re going to be fine, just tell me where you are, and I’ll be right there. You said that you’re here? Where is here?”

“Th’ golden ci-ty, home of Saint Franny. Wan-ed to talk to you, couldn’ get up th’ nerve. ‘M in this shtupid lil hot-tel, it schucks. Bayshide Mot-tel, I think. Rom 320. Picked it cause it wash our birth-dayte.”

Remus quickly glanced over to Dillon urgently, and his boyfriend began relaying Roman’s location to the paramedics.

“Ro, we’ll be right there, just hold on, ok? We’re on our way.”

No response.

“Roman, Roman!”

Silence echoed from the other end of the line.

“No, nononononono no! Roman, please!”

In a dark dingy motel room several miles away, the only sound was a brother’s anguished cries, and the only light was that of a cracked phone screen next to a limp hand.

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AN: Again, I’m really sorry about this cliffhanger, and I will fix it tomorrow.

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kittensjonsa · 5 years

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Otherwise, Engaged

The Proposal AU

Summary: Sansa has to get through a tough weekend. Her boss, weekend with the family and saving her job. Oh, right, and a fake engagement too.

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Sansa could feel her heart thumping in sync with the throbbing in her temples. Five more minutes.. just five more minutes please.

He was always early and almost everday he would step in just three minutes shy of nine o' clock in the morning. And here she was internally screaming at the line at Starbucks, moving at a glacial pace.

“Okay thanks!” Sansa hollered at the ruddy boy, the same one whom she greeted every morning when she stopped by to get her cuppas. Lucky for her, he knew exactly what her order was and all she needed to do was swipe her credit card. He was her life saver. Scrambling into a cab, she prayed, at least she'd get there a minute before her boss.

Sansa knew she should have stopped at one chapter but a wave of inspiration came over and one chapter became three - and the next thing she knew she jumped, awakened by the loud metal clang of her stationery holder that must have toppled onto the floor in the midst of her slumber.

“Oh shit! Hold please!” Sansa sighed in relief and mumbled her thanks as she rushed into the lift. She could still make in time.

8.56 am. Whew.

But of course like most of her days, it all turned to shit in a split second.

“Son of a! Nooo!” a warm sensation pooled at her chest, one of the coffee cups had smashed onto her black dress as the mail boy she raced into frantically picked up the envelopes strewn all over the floor.

“Arrghhh!” Sansa screeched and glared at him as she stomped to her desk. Angrily, she punched her computer start button. Nothing ever goes right. Nothing. 8.57 am.

“This will have to do. Jeyne will have to do without this shirt for one more day,” Sansa mumbled to herself, ripping open the plastic that covered a dry-cleaned white silk shirt she could wear over her dress. She meant to return it to Jeyne that morning but well, this was an emergency. The stain wasn't noticeable at all but Sansa was too self-conscious to ignore it.

Tying up the hems into somewhat of a cropped top over her v-neck black dress now stained and smelling of triple shot espresso, Sansa figured it looked professional enough for any meetings today. She just had to pull it off for the next ten hours or so.

“Good morn- hey is that my top?” Jeyne chuckled at Sansa's makeshift style statement.

“A teeny accident but I swear I will return this to you tonight if I have to okay. I am so sorry,” Sansa pouted, hoping her one and only friend at work would just let it go and leave it, seeing how the day was turning out to be.

“No biggie Sansa but looks good on you. I should try that some time.”

Oh thank god.

Then, the IM dinged. Two words flashed on her computer screen.

“IT'S HERE!”

Sansa looked around and watched everyone scramble back into their cubicles; no more giggling by the water dispenser, no longer was there laughing by the coffee machine just heard seconds ago. Everyone was just trying to avoid getting stuck in any common areas, any walkways that meant they had to come face to face with the boss.

Her boss, that is. Jon Snow.

How unfortunate was she to have a boss everyone loathed. Satan, she dubbed him once. Well she had many names for him, recounting many tales of her frustrations at work during her many calls to her family and it became a term of endearment almost. She could probably write a best seller one day alá Devil Wears Prada - with film rights and everything. But for now, it's ten hours a day, weekends at the office and crowded book fairs.

A figure in black went past her. His head of jet black curls was unmistakable. He was a male Medusa; never look him in the eye unless you want to be turned to ash, metaphorically speaking. The rumours that went around were ridiculously vicious albeit amusing.

“Good morning, Mr Snow. As always, here's your c-”

“Sansa, get George on the line. I just scored him an interview on Oprah and I'm gonna need to talk to him. Also, after that get Aliser a meeting with me because that dick is gonna get it from me today,” her boss strutted into his office, as if he owned the building, without as much as greeting her since his eyes were too glued to the email he was furiously typing on his phone.

“Coffee.” Sansa mumbled and cleared her throat as she waited for him to grab the takeaway cup from her outstretched hand. Like clockwork, he did, still ignoring her like as always, every morning. Sansa had gotten used to it.

Jon Snow settled into his chair and immediately turned on his computer, his phone now tossed aside now that there were more important things to start off with.

Yep, good morning to you too Satan.

“Well, so we have a staff meeting at 10, a conference call with the Westerlands office at 11 and you have an appointment at the Immigration office at 1. So should I cancel your lunch and push it back to 2 pm?”

Jon swivelled from the screen and looked at her. His brows were furrowed and to Sansa that was never a good thing. Three years with this man, this slave driver, she knew everything there was to know about him, his likes, dislikes, his micro expressions that helped her navigate through this murky depths of hell she called a job - of being the executive assistant of one the most well known and respected former Pulitzer prize winning journalist now turned editor-in-chief of Mormont & Sons Publishing. Good things don't come easy, she would tell herself that every day, through the late night coffee and dinner runs, the book fairs and the weekends in the office.

“Immigration? What? No, cancel that. I filled out those papers already. You sent them out, didn't you?”

Sansa nodded. Of course she did, she also collected his dry cleaning, his groceries and the expensive watch he had serviced, which took her an hour and half to get to the other side of the city because they were the only ones Jon trusted enough to do.

“Right, so back on with the lunch meeting then.” Sansa inched her way to the door as Jon turned back around to his computer.

“Sansa?”

Ugh.

“Who's Rick and why does he think I'm hot? Why does he have his Tinder handle here?”

What?

“Umm.. I have no idea who that is.” Sansa froze at her spot.

Jon took a sip of his coffee, his stern face visibly amused by the awful scribble on the white coffee cup. “Triple espresso shot, no sugar. Hmm.”

“Well, I'm guessing that should be my coffee that was meant for me,” Sansa finally admitted.

Jon pursed his lips as he stared at her. “So, you're telling me that you too, drink triple espresso shot with no sugar?”

Sansa shrugged. “It grows on you.. I guess.”

“I thought you drank tea.”

“Well... variety, right?”

Jon's eyes were still on her, unamused. “You spilled my coffee didn't you?”

Sansa sighed. This day was no better than any other. If only she could catch a break.

Jon pointed to his own jacket and then to her. Sansa looked down and saw a small spot of dark brown on her makeshift cropped jacket, the pristine, shiny and well pressed silk blouse. Damn it.

“Good save on the shirt.”

Umm.. thanks?

“If... there's nothing else, you know where I'll be,” Sansa pointed to her desk outside as she slowly made her exit.

Then, the phone rang.

“Mr Snow's office,” Sansa answered dutifully. “It's Mr Thorne. Do you want to take it?”

Jon thought for a moment, then gestured to a general direction - it could only mean he wanted a one on one.

“Mr Thorne, Mr Snow is on his way to you right now.”

Jon stood up and tossed a notepad to Sansa. “You're coming with me, I need a witness.”

A witness? For what?

Murder?

“Oh you self righteous son of bitch!” the bellow shook her and Sansa almost dropped her notepad.

“You think you can waltz right in here with your big head and big ass editor ego and tell me what to do? I don't think so!” Aliser yelled at him, ripping the glasses from his face.

Shit. Don't punch each other. Please.

“Oh Thorne, you really are a thorn in my ass. Actually everyone's ass. You're just a lazy, entitled braggart who can't do the job right.”

Aliser only scoffed. “So you think your hot shot award is going to get you places huh? Throw your weight around like you own this shit?

“We told you many times, get George on board, get George on board, sign him and write a couple of books. But guess who did that instead? Me. I always have to finish your job for you because you can't do it ever.”

Aliser turned silent but his face was red with rage. Sansa couldn't blame him. He was being fired.

“Look, you have two months to look for another gig. I won't make you sign a non-compete and I'll tell everyone you resigned. I'll make sure Finance settles a leaving bonus for you. For all your years of service. How about that, huh?” Jon coolly offered in an effort to diffuse the rapidly growing tension in the air. Sansa gulped. Please take it, I want to get out of this room.

“You're going to regret this Jon Snow,” Aliser warned. Jon only shrugged and made his way to the door. Sansa quickly followed behind him and only managed a polite smile to Aliser.

“You got all that down didn't you? About the non compete and everything?” Jon asked as they made their way back to his office.

“Make a note to HR and let them get on it. And tell them I'm scouting for new editors. Which means I need you this weekend.”

Sansa's heart sank at the thought. No not this weekend. It's Gramp's 80th.

“Sansa? Did you hear what I just said?”

Sansa cursed under her breath and turned her attention back to Jon as they both stood in front of his office.

“Yes.. yes of course. Got it all down. But this weekend-”

“Why? Do you have plans?” Jon's tone was enough to warrant a slap from her.

“It's my grandfather's birthday weekend and I already told them I'll be there.”

Jon looked at her unblinking. “Well, tell them you'll come for the next one. I mean, if you want to keep your job that is. You do know birthdays happen every year, right?”

Sansa hated every time he brought that up. If it wasn't the book fairs it would be overtime at the office. When does it end?

Sansa bit her lip; there was no point arguing. “All right. I'll call them later.”

Jon winked and gave a token smile. “That's the spirit.”

Defeated, Sansa inhaled deeply, picking up the phone on her desk, hoping no one would be home pick up the call.

Sansa Stark, Editor. Sansa Stark, Editor. Sansa Stark, Editor.

It was the only thing in her mind that could help pull her through whatever life had in store for her that day.

“Hey Sansa, Mr Mormont wants to see Mr Snow right away. He says it's urgent,” Jeyne's voice broke her out her reverie.

Great, another one.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #the proposal au #it's going to be a long one #so hang in there lol #fave movie aus #modern jonsa au

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mycptsdstory · 4 years

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This past few days and especially yesterday, nothing but flashbacks and emotional flashbacks. I've just been thinking about the family that my family hates for no reason, I'm saying for no reason because on my end; I've no idea why my family hates them. On my end, they did nothing wrong. Maybe some petty children stuff but not enough to hate each other and my family wants them dead. I think my mum did something awful to the family and no one is telling me shit.

1. My mother acts like she's the victim, which she isn't in any kind of way.

2. Years ago. I think when I was 18 I think, I asked the mum what happened and why my mum hates her so much. She was just quivering in fear, so just said you don't have to tell me. So I just left it.

No idea why that family is on my mind a lot. I remember begging the two daughters to attack my mother and my sister but again, they never listened. I remember on the weekend when I was over at my blood dads flat, I was on MSN (back in the day) one time the eldest daughter was talking about my sister and how she became friends with one girl because she hated my sister too. I dont even know her, like I never even met the friend. I'm still confused about that. They blamed me saying i should control my family, even now I can't control my family. My family are bunch of narcissists, my sister is a sociopath and my parents are pyschopaths. Maybe they were calling me names because before my dad adopted died, I was a push over. Not now I'm not, especially since i left my family. I dont take crap from anyone.

I think most of it im really confused, like they think i know a lot about my family, but I dont. My family are very secretive, they keep to themselves. I remember looking for my sisters diary, but she never had one. So a lot of the shit, the eldest sister told me, i dont even know. Im so confused by all of it. Yeahh I was a stupid kid when I kicked the youngest daughter when i was like 7 or 8. But I havent done that since and I don't want too either. I know there's more to the story that no one is telling me.

Like why did the eldest daughter blamed me for my family, im not my fucking family. Hence why I dont talk to them anymore. Who did my sister bully and why are the eldest daughter and her friend hate me so much? I dont even know them. All I heard from my class mates that the eledst daughter smelled, but i know my sister did far worse, but why and how? My sister is a sociopath, that's why. Why does my mum hate their mum? What the fuck did my mother do? Why did everyone blame me for my mother and thinking i could control her? My mother is a Pyschopath, a full on pyschopath (I will go in depth on what a Pyschopath is, since i grew up with 2). And why does that family think i hate them? I never hated them, i hate my fucking family more. Why did everyone at school blamed me for my fucking mother? I'm not the one who black mails people for fucking fun. I even threw some away some black mail letters after when I found out. If I was my mother, I would of sent them, but i didn't because I have empathy (unlike my family). Why did my friends leave me because they thought I was like my mother and my sister?

Why? Why? Why? IM NOTHING LIKE MY FUCKING FAMILY! In my head I just want to shout and say "STOP THINKING IM LIKE MY FUCKING FAMILY! I WANT THEM DEAD JUST LIKE YOU, MAYBE EVEN MORE!"

I think my cptsd is kicking in and thinking this happened just now and it didn't. Those old feelings and those old memories, right now it feels so real. I blame my family for causing me to have cptsd. God I wished they died already. I've always wanted me to live somewhere else and not with them. Even as a kid, i hated my family. No one believed me when I was a kid because I was a fucking kid. Now as an adult I still say it and people either ignore me and don't know what to say, or just in shock. Well its the truth, I've always hated my family, dont care if they die tomorrow. Fucking good ridence if you ask me.

Im so confused and I hope one day someone tells me what the fuck actually happened. Well I hope, but if they don't want to, thats their choice. Im not gonna force them to tell me, thats just fucking rude.

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bakugous-abs · 6 years

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Yo, a scenario here. Bakugo, Torodoki, Midoriya, Tokoyomi and Iida reacting to their s/o getting stalked by an ex? Like the ex leaving creepy Voicemails, leaving flowers and candy in their mail box and follows them around in public.

Admin Bomb with another request, but this time it's a scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it and much as I enjoyed writing it

- Bomb

Bakugou

At first, the voicemails were just disregarded as some prank call or some sales person looking for some cheap money, and they trashed them as soon as they came, not bothering to even spare them a glanceBut after multiple blockings and what felt like several hundred deletions later, they finally decided to listen in on one of them, and they had wished they didn’t, so very much“S/o~~! You cant ignore me forever honey plum~!” The moment his voice rang into the air, they had dropped their cell phone onto the kitchen counter, their hands shaking and fear swimming across their face. They wanted it to stop, they knew it was a few simple taps away, but they couldn’t move, and it kept playing. “I know you’re getting them. My old numbers have been blocked and discarded, but it always delights me to know you’re playing this kind of game with me~. Call me later, mwah!”

The voicemail ended, and s/o was still very shooken. All those voicemails. The literal hundreds of deleted voicemails sitting in their trashcan, was from him?

Their ex was an obsessive freak that completely fetishized them and their relationship. Each and every moment of the days they spent together, were always him talking about he loved them so much and how he wanted to just run his fingers through their hair, and kiss them where no one else should. He seemed to only think about their body and what he could do with it, instead of actually spending quality time with them to just hang out

And it got too much. They broke up with him after weeks of the creepy and obsessive talk and fleed all the way to the UA area, where they got in, and found their new boyfriend, one that could treat them right, Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou understood their need of a slower relationship, and despite his impatient behaviour, he was willing to wait every second he had to to keep you comfortable. He didn’t want to drive them away from him. They were his and his only, and it bugged him to realize that taking things too fast could result in them leaving him behind for someone else. Of course, you could have friends, but he was still just a bit sketchy and protective when the guys would get close

He was a good, understanding boyfriend, and you loved him. And you didn’t need the recurrence of your ex to ruin what you had

They were practically late getting to school because the voicemail had shaken them up so bad, but they managed to get in through the door and take their seat before homeroom class representative, Tenya Iida, started to yell at them

They had hoped they looked like they normally would to not raise suspicion that something happened, but under the eagle and analyzing eyes of their boyfriend, he was able to spot your clear discomfort and shooken form the moment you walked in, tie backwards and more random strands of hair hanging out than usual

So it wasn’t surprising that during Lunch Break he pulled them aside and asked what the fuck was wrong with them and why they looked the way they did

“A-Aha, jeez Bakugou. I realize I looked bad this morning but not that bad.” They tried to play it off and slip out of his gaze, but he wasn’t gonna let this go that easily

“Don’t start using that shit on me. I know somethings wrong and I want you to tell me. Im your fucking boyfriend, you gotta be able to tell me shit without thinking im gonna be stupidly mad about it” He pried a bit more, his slouched form blocking their way from leaving him

They were hesitant, but they eventually told him all about their ex. They got increasingly more anxious as time went by explaining him, they just wanted this conversation to be over with and hope Bakugou wouldn’t blow them up or yell at them too much. They got shakier and more and more scared the more they explained their situation with the creepy ex, and they almost broke down when they finished, using the wall for support

“A-And, its just scary. The lengths he’s going to just to talk to me. He’s changed his fucking number after I block each and every one and calling out my name in a way that makes me absolutely disgusted with myself. And I… I just want him to stay away from me!” they collapsed to the ground, tears pooling off their face as they clutched their chest, words unable to form anymore

Bakugou… kinda felt bad. He had pried and prodded them to tell him all that even though they didn’t want to. He made them live through their life with their creepy fuckface ex. He made them into the scared pile on the floor that’s sobbing their eyeballs out

“H-Hey. Don’t cry, dammit. Crying looks ugly on you.” He knelt down and hesitantly moved his hands forward, taking them close to his body. He was surprised to find them immediately melting into him and clutching onto him like their life depending on it

“Look s/o, as much as it pisses me off to say, I’m not great with words, but that asswipe isnt gonna hurt you like that anymore, ok? You’re with me now. The future number one hero for fucks sake! I’m not gonna let him place his grimy hands on you or even look at you with those eyes. He doesn’t get to do that to you. So just, stop crying, ok? Just, trust me on this” His absolute rage was hidden by the softness he attempted to make his voice sound

By the time he was done, they were done crying and sniffles were the only sound they made. But they didn’t feel all that scared anymore. The small words Bakugou said made them feel better. Hours ago they were shaking in their kitchen, scared of their phone, and now they were cradled in Bakugou’s arms

They nodded and mustered up their strength to say, “Okay… Ill trust you for now, Katsuki.” In his arms, they felt safe and loved, the creepy voicemails vanishing from their head, the space now being taken up with images of their boyfriend

Todoroki

Orchids. S/o’s favorite flower. That is a fact known by few, and appreciated by none. They were the prettiest flowers to find in their book. Each flower had their own meaning, and they loved all of them. But, a certain color of this beautiful species, is one they hated most

Red

Red Orchids, meaning desire and passion, were all but desirable. They hated them. They hated one of the only flowers that could put a smile on their face. And its all because of him

He made them hate these beautiful specimens. He made them begin to hate the flower in general, starting with this one. The prettiest color of that species. Your ex

He was a sweet guy, he really was. He was considerate, and helped anyone he could out. He gave them a sense of trust, and she trusted him to know that Orchids were their favorite flower. But they regretted it the moment the next day came

He introduced them to his side chick and had the most sadistic look in his eyes as he suggested they should become their personal punching bag, giving up your body so they can have their own satisfaction. And they immediately rejected the idea, angering both of them. They eventually had to rely on their quirk as a means of defense and escape, that last thing he shouted was how much he just red orchids, and threw an entire bouquet at them

After that, they moved to Japan, across the pacific ocean, away from him. But that didn’t stop his onslaught. They began to send red roses, once a month, on the day of their breakup. The fifteenth of every month, a bouquet of red orchids would sit on their door step the day they came home. And each day, they would breakdown crying and throw out the orchids as fast as they could

And unfortunately, they had forgot about them, and their new boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto was with them for a study project

He almost dropped the mug of coffee in his hands when he heard a thud by the front door and rushed to see a bouquet of red orchids in their hands, their eyes seeming to break in pieces right in front of him as they chucked them across the room and began to sob on the floor

“S/o! Are you okay?!” He called out, rushing to their side at once to get them off the grimy ground by the door

“I hate him! I hate him so much!” They screamed out to what looked no one as they legs tried to walk, but ended up just getting dragged on the floor as Todoroki wrapped their arm over his shoulder and walked them to the couch

“S/o! You’re gonna have to calm down in order for me to understand what’s wrong. What happened?” He set them down as they tried to stop their tears on the couch

“Orchids! I love them so much, but I cant stand to see the red ones anymore! They cause me so much pain!” They explained the entire situation, starting from the beginning and ending the story when they had arrived here in Japan. “And I just can’t look at them anymore. They always remind me of that day, and I was so scared”

Their tears continued to stream down their face till they had no more to shed, and Todoroki took this as his opportunity to speak

“I didn’t realize. But, what if I sent you your favorite color Orchid? I replaced the red orchids with your favorite color, and then you wouldn’t have to be reminded of them. You can come home to those flowers instead of red ones?”

S/o looked up at him slowly, looking at his brown and cerulean blue eyes, looking for any signs of lying. “Really?”

He nodded, his face still flat and emotionless. “Yeah. If I can get rid of the bad ones, I could maybe replace them with better ones”

They took and minute to process his words before a small smile decorated their face, a little nod telling Todotoki that they would like that very much

“Alright, what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue”

“May I ask why?”

They were silent, a bit embarrassed by their answer before muttering it as low as they could, “Because it reminds me of your eye”

Todoroki’s face went from zero to flaming hot at their answer, and pretty he could have sworn he saw a smug smile on their face as he hid his face in his hands, frost, and heat radiating from his sides while s/o laughed at his reaction

But at least they were smiling now, and not sad, completely forgetting about the bouquet from earlier, and he was happy to see them smiling again

Midoriya

Chocolate was their personal favorite of any kind of food out there, and anyone within Japan would know that the first moment they began talking to them

But, unfortunately, with that going for them, they would often get sent random chocolate boxes from strangers they didn’t even know, and one person in particular was persistent enough to keep sending a heart box each and every week with little notes attached to each piece, and it was getting quite bothersome

If the box wasn’t enough to set them off, it was the fact that it was only ever filled with their favorite kind of chocolate and the notes were something that you would only send to a partner

And when they finally started coming with a name, they didn’t know how to react anymore. These unsettling heart shaped boxes of chocolate were coming from their ex of three years

He was a man that was about two older than they were, and it had made them feel weird to be dating a man older than them, so they had requested to split ways, and he would always reply no. They tried multiple times to ask if they could break up, and he was getting more and more aggressive each time, until they finally stood their ground against the much stronger man, terrified of how he would react and said they were done with this uncomfortable relationship, and bolted out the door and fled to Japan

But somehow, it seems that he had found them again, and these chocolates were making them a bit apprehensive about eating any other ones

And Midoriya was the first to notice

After transferring into Yuuei, they had an immediate relationship that started as timid friends with the shy freckled boy, and as time went by, they got to know eachother better and they began to date. Deku was a blushing mess when he asked her to be with him after getting hyped up by the rest of Class 1-A for about three hours before hand, and they’ve only grown closer since

So it was understandable that he was able to see when something was wrong with his s/o, and it was immediately that he found at that they were down when they didn’t see a bar of chocolate anywhere near them during class

So, he approached them about it, and they only shook their head and looked down, pushing him away and telling him they were fine and to not worry

But all the poor boy could do was worry about them, and he knew he had to confront them about it, but how could he? They had told him not to worry and he didn’t want to upset them somehow by pushing in on privacy

But he decided to go for it anyway. He was worried, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus until he found out what was wrong

After class had ended, he held them back and asked to talk with them, and they hesitantly agreed

“S/o… um, I’m sorry of pushing my boundaries a bit, but I was wondering if you were really ok. You seemed a bit down and sickly this morning and I noticed there wasn’t any um… chocolate nearby and it struck me as strange to see you without any since it’s your favorite food and all”

The boy was nervously playing with his bandages on his hands from bruising them up a bit too much, but he watched them with those analyzing eyes of his, and he told tell something was definitely up

“Umm… It’s just uh.. I’ve been, receiving chocolates from strangers lately, and they’re mostly all coming from, my ex boyfriend…”

They paused and looked at Deku’s reaction, seeing his face blank and his mouth prop open a bit

“He um… he’s a bit older than me, and it made me uncomfortable with that two year age gap, so I asked to break up several times, and he said no. So I had forcefully broke up with him one night a few years ago and came here. And why is it just now that he begins to resurface and try to take me back? Can’t he see i’m uncomfortable with him? I just want him gone. All those boxes of chocolates are heart shaped and have little notes attached to each one. They’re all my favorite chocolates too, so seeing him do that, makes me feel kind of sick to eat anymore…” they looked down at the ground, their face sad with tears

Deku couldn’t believe his ears

They had to forcefully break up with someone because they kept saying no, and now they were being as persistent as ever and not realizing that what they’re doing is hurting his s/o

It’s even making them not want to eat their favorite treat! How unkind of them! How could they do that?

He fidgeted in his place, trying to come up with a solution to the problem, till something crossed his mind

“Do… Do you live with anyone?” He asked timidly, his cheeks heating up at the proposal he was about to ask

“Um… no…. I had moved out of my parents home when I could. They weren’t the best parental figures”

“Oh, um ok. Well, I was wondering… maybe you could um…” His cheeks heated up and he scratched the back of his neck. S/o lifted their head to see his nervous stance

“Well… maybe you could live with… me and my mom” the suggestion finally rang out of his mouth, and s/o was taken back a bit

“Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” Deku began to flail his arms, worried about the reaction he got from them. “I was just thinking that if you moved out of your apartment and moved into mine then he couldn’t send the chocolates anymore because he wouldn’t be able to since no one would be living there anymore! Im sorry if I freaked you out or-” He immediately stopped rambling when he heard a giggle escape his s/o’s mouth

The laughter started as giggling, but it eventually raised into full on tearful laughing, a smile on their face as their eyes clenched shut, leaving Deku confused

Did he say something funny? Were they laughing at him?

Once they calmed down, they leaned forward and rested their head on Dekus shoulder, hugging themself. “You broccoli head” They muttered fondly

“B-Broccoli head?!”

“Of course I’ll move in with you and your mother. You don’t need to be so shy about it” They unwrapped their arms from themselves and attached them to Deku, the poor boy practically fainting from the closeness of their body

“Y-You will?” He asked, still nervous about engaging in the hug as well

“Yeah, now hug me back you weeaboo, I’m touch starved right now, and I want chocolate”

Deku smiled and wrapped his arms around them, making himself a silent promise to always protect them from the growing dangers of the world, from their ex… and to always keep chocolate on hand from now on

Tokoyami

Eyes had been on them for a while now, they could feel it. They had always felt like someone was watching them, but ever since they moved away from their creepy ex and broke up with him, they had been feeling it more often than usual

It never stopped. They felt it, always. At Yuuei, on their walks to and from school, their shopping trips, and even with their current, and much better boyfriend, Tokoyami Fumikage

He was a sweet bird boy that was emo inside and out, no matter who he was with, and they loved him for it. They appreciated his ability to be able to express himself in the way he could, and in the way that made him most happy. He was him, and they respected that. Its what got them started on their relationship in the first place

He was as gentle as a mother swan to her babies, and yet, as ravenous as an Eagle when anyone would pick on s/o, making sure to run them off and stick close again to their side for the remainder of the day

They were walking with him now, and once again, started to feel the same pair of eyes on them as always. Their mood immediately dropped and demeanor changed to very uncomfortable and wanting to run. Run away from the eyes that followed them everywhere. Wanting to run away from the uncomfortable atmosphere, but they kept strong

After all, they were with their boyfriend, they had nothing to fear, right?

Wrong

So very, very wrong

“Dearest, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick, stay put and I’ll be back momentarily” Tokoyami let go of their hand, missing the warmth already as he entered the bathroom

S/o uncomfortably stood a little ways away from the bathroom, feeling a bit shy about being so near the place where males did their business. People were starting to turn in for the night, leaving the gaps between people to grow in size. People were getting their personal space again, and maybe, just maybe, they could spot who exactly it was spying on them

They didn’t have time to think or react when an arm wrapped around their upper body, clamping their arms to their sides and a hand put over their mouth and yanked into an alleyway. Panic flooded their body and they tried to let out a scream, but realized that no sound would come past their mouth

“Hey s/o! I found ya, hahaha! Did ya miss me?!” The voice they had tried to forget from those years crept back into their mind when they tried to look to see who it was, realizing it was their homicidal ex

This man… this disgusting man before them had killed their older brother and two other men months before they found out it. News broadcasts were everywhere about the mysterious disappearances and it wasn’t till a night before they broke up that they realized… those two men who had flirted with them, and their older brother, were killed at the hands of their boyfriend. It was the scariest moment of their life in those ten minutes the news played the case on the screen. Ten sickening minutes of watched two bodies get pulled from a cellar and finding their brothers body in a ditch

This ex, killed any man that interacted with them. He wanted them to himself, and he was gonna do everything he could to keep them away from potential threats

They were terrified, and broke up with him over phone before discarding in a trashcan nearby and fleeing to the opposite side of the country, and hopefully away from him. But it seems he had found them

Their breathing sped up as they tried to cry out for help, make any sound at all, but nothing came out

“Trying to scream are we? Trying to get me away from you again?!” His eyes shook and darted in any direction they could, “Well too bad! I’m your boyfriend! You don’t get to run away from me! We’re a couple! How could you do that?! Run away from me after I killed those people for you?! FOR US?!” His yelling was terrifying, their body going into immediate shut down as they practically went limp against the wall

“I killed them so they wouldn’t destroy our relationship! And you thank me like this?! You’re a beautiful bitch! My beautiful bitch! I love you, and no one else can have you! I’ve been watching you for years now! I know everything I possibly can about you, and I wanna know more!” A disturbing laugh erupted from his throat

Their eyes were cloudy with tears and they clenched their eyes shut, and before they knew it, they were on the ground, and a loud thud resonated through the alleyway as their ex’s body was flown across the ground and into a dumpster where he laid unconscious

Their eyes widened and looked to the entrance to see Tokoyami and Dark Shadow staring at their ex with angry eyes, but they softened once they saw their shaken and fearful form

“S/o! Dearest! Are you alright?!” Tokoyami shouted, Dark Shadow curling around them both when Tokoyami wrapped his arms around them

“No! No im not! He-He-He, He stalked me! He stalked me for months! Watching my every move!” Their head banged against Tokoyamis chest and their hands balled into fists, clenching his shirt. “He killed my brother and two innocent men because of me!”

They babbled on, but Tokoyami kept shushing them. He had eavesdropped and listened to the whole thing when he was done with his quick bathroom break. His anger was fueling every second he listened to that maniac talk to his s/o like that, and he took out Dark Shadow and punched him against a dumpster, anger seething from every pore on his body

“S/o. This is not your fault. You had no clue what was happening behind closed doors, and he kept you in the dark. He did things that should never have began to be considered of doing. He is a creature of far more darkness than a black hole, and you don’t need to blame yourself for it. You don’t need to give any apologies to a man of that rank”

His beak nuzzled into their neck as he tried his best to calm them down, but still very conscious of the pda in the open and not in the his or their room in the Yuuei dorms

S/o was still very shaken, but knowing how angry and sad Tokoyami felt because of their ex made them feel safer. They knew he didn’t, and would never agree to his ways of showing love. And they felt eternally happy about it as they cried into his chest

“I.. I guess the date is ruined now, huh?”

“Pay no mind to the date. What matters now is your health and well being. Come along, we should get back to the dorms and rest”

They nodded and got up, grabbing the hand of their boyfriend and leaning on them as their pillar of support, depending on their hero to guide them safely home

Iida

S/o wasn’t much of a gifter nor a receiver. They didn’t like the idea of buying someone things and them not being able to pay them back, or vise versa. They believe, they should both be able to exchange something, preferably of equal value

So it kind of freaks them out when they kept receiving gifts in their mailbox and on their doorstep from an unknown sender

They knew it couldn’t have been Iida. He would definitely have brung it up on their alone time if they had received any gifts he may have sent. So who could it be?

Their question was answered when a tenth gift was sent. It was a small purple carnival bear with pretty blue eyes, a rolled up note tied with a red ribbon in its hand in their mailbox. It was strange to see the note, and it wasn’t a good strange

After about the third gift they were starting to get a little iffy about whether they should keep or discard them to a trashcan nearby. And now, after being so cautious of their mailbox, this bear finally has a clue as to who is sending these stupid gifts

They set their school bag on the ground and began to untie the note from its hand, putting the bear under their arm and unraveling the note, reading the contents

“Dear, beautiful s/o. It seems you have received gift number ten. Now. You may be wondering. Who are they coming from, and I bet the answer will surprise you!”

Strange way to start a letter, and they regretted reading any further

“Well, guess whoooo? It’s me! Your ex”

They gasped before seething with rage. This pipsqueak of a piece of human, their ex, was the one sending them gifts

“S/o!” a voice rang through the air, and they lifted their head to see Iida heading their way, their mood lifting the slightest too see him speeding towards them. “Pleasant surprise to see you outside! What have you got there?” He asked as he took the remaining strides to be by their side

“It’s um… it’s nothing” They responded, looking at the note before crumbling it up and putting it in their school bag, the bear dropping to the ground as they bent down to pick it up

Iida was fast to pick it up and examine it

“Huh. I didn’t know there was a carnival in town” he responded in a questionable way as he handed it to them, their bag now over their shoulders

“There… there isn’t one. My uhh, aunt, lives in America and she sent me this thinking I would enjoy it. But she knows how much I don’t really like small toys like this” they took it from him and looked it over, the weird texture of the fur setting them off

“Ah, I see. Well, take care, I must be on my way. I cannot keep Tensei waiting at home” and with that he sped off down the sidewalk to his own home

The following days were filled with even more gifts and even more notes attached to them. It was panicking and infuriating. Can he not take a hint? Can he really not see that they don’t want to be with him anymore? Can’t he see that he messed up by cheating on them in the first place? Can’t he see that this is his fault?

They had began to just not read them anymore or even spare them a glance and immediately throw them away, but that only seemed to make the situation worse as the gifts kept getting larger in value and more expensive, now receiving whole phones and on one occasion, a brand new television set that now sat in a spare room in their house

And, it was finally that this next gift sent them into a near panic attack. If was smaller than the last one, and was probably the most valuable thing someone else could ever want from a man

It was an engagement ring with a little poem on the inside, and that was unfortunately when Iida came strutting out of the bathroom as they screamed and threw the ring across the house, hitting and getting stuck in the wall

“S/o!” Iida was by their side in an instant, looking between them and the engagement ring implanted into the wall and their shaking form on the ground, seething with absolute anger. “What’s the matter?”

“This!” They pointed at the small velvet box, standing up and pacing the room

He picked it up and read through the note, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion and possibly anger

“This man, my ex, keeps sending me gifts upon gifts of small things from little carnival toys to flat screen tvs, but now he’s taking it too far with giving me something like this! He’s the one that messed up! HE cheated on ME! He ruined my trust in people for a period of time and he’s just sending me all these things! I don’t like receiving gifts unless I can give back something of equal value, and he knows this! But he’s doing it anyway, and I can’t take it anymore!”

Tears spilled from their eyes. But they weren’t sad, no, they were angry tears

Iida was conflicted with what to do. No man should ever hurt a woman like this unless they were of criminal level. And yet, his s/o had been the one to through something like this

At first he felt guilty for not realizing something was up with the way they kept getting new things around the house shoved into corners of the room and the way they didn’t like going near a certain door in their house. But then he felt anger at their ex

He should be respectful of another person’s privacy. If they say no, that means no, and there’s no way around it. Not unless you are a manipulative person that had somehow convinced them into doing something, and that’s just wrong and unprofessional on multiple levels

This man has causes his s/o so much pain, and now their literally crying angry tears and he didn’t know how to help. He was now confused. What should he do?

He looked at the poem a little more before walking over and retrieving the ring from the wall. He looked s/o right in the eye before opening the window and throwing it into a trashcan in an alleyway trashcan below

“Now, I don’t know much about your ex other than what you just told me. But I believe he is not a good man. He should be able to respect a person’s privacy and listen to them when they tell him no, especially women in the day and age we live in”

Their s/o wiped their tears as they noticable bit their tongue, probably trying not to yell anymore than they had to

“So, maybe, you can sell this apartment, and move into the dorms with the rest of us”

Their s/o was immediately about say something, probably to reject the idea, but he beat them to it and spoke more. “Now, hold on just a moment. Listen to me talk.” They shut their mouth and looked at Iida, waiting for him to continue. “If you were to move out of here and into the dorms, he wouldn’t be able to send you anything without proper consent from yourself, and if he did, you can immediately reject anything coming from that address. And you could leave all these prior gifts behind for someone else to take”

Their s/o’s mouth seemed to screw shut as they looked around the apartment. He could understand why. This was their parents apartment before they unfortunately passed away from a villian attack two years ago. So this apartment has held some emotional value, but this is their own safety that was on the line here

They looked over at Iida, the anger subsiding into sadness as they nodded

He smiled and walked over to them, pulling them into a hug. “I know it might be difficult. But your safety might be in danger here. So I want you to take all the precautions you can to be safe as a normal person, not as a future hero”

They smiled against his chest and nodded, feeling safe and sound in Iida’s arms

“Alright. Now let’s get to the school so we can get you a dorm over there and you can move out as quickly and efficiently as possible”

They nodded and got ready, ready to start a new better life and leave this one behind, like they should have done long ago

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seungcheolsthighsss · 6 years

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Gurl first of all welcome to Got7, second of all Could you do me a Angst where Jb and his GF have a very steamy fight and like he says mean asf stuff but never meant them so shes broken but happy ending cos he apologize? ♥♥

I gotchuuuu here is the imagine I hope you enjoy and legit got7 just keeps pulling me back lol there is no leaving this fandom

My baby is back

Member/group: Jaebum from GOT7 Genre: angst {i was gonna write a summary but the request is the summary sooo enjoy!}

You and jaebum had both been off lately and to be honest it scared you because you did not know how much more of this you could take. Jb would come home and yell for no reason and at first you thought maybe had been that practice and comeback was stressing him out, but when it became almost a routine for him to comeback and yell at you then storm off into your share room you figured that maybe you should talk to him and see what has made him so tense and on edge lately. As much as you wanted to talk to him you were to scared that he would flip out even worse then he already has, but you knew that this was the only way you would get an answer out of him. You decided to plan a nice dinner and eat with jaebum and talk about what has been going on lately. You started to prepare a nice dinner and set the table up, just after you had finished setting everything down on the table you heard the door slam and you instantly knew that an angry jaebum was home. You could feel your heart racing and the anxiety starting to build. You walked out of the kitchen and into where jaebum was “hi babe um I made dinner if you want to come and eat some” you replied with a soft voice scared that if you talked loud he would start to scream at you again “i’m fine” his replies only made you more scared at what you were going to ask him “are you sure I made some of your favorite dishes because I thought that you deserved to have a home cooked meal” the feeling you had in your stomach should not have been there, you should not be afraid to talk to one you love, but still that stupid anxiety was building up. “can you just leave me the fuck alone, ever God dam time I come home your always nagging me you want me to go here and try this cant you see i’m tired God your so stupid” his words did hurt but at the same time Jaebums words were convincing you that he was right and that you were the one who is always bugging him and asking him to do things when he is tired. you figured you were the source of the problem. That night you decided that you would just talk to him another night. As usual Jaebum went upstairs as you stayed downstairs, you put the food away to tired and upset to eat anything. After everything was put away you took your spot on the couch, the place you have been sleeping to afraid to even go near Jaebum at times like this. As you were laying down you kept thinking about many things, your loss of appetite ever since Jaebum started to lash out on you, the fact you two barely talked, how much you missed his hugs when he came home. What happened to him, what happened to you guys. The next day you somehow found the courage to talk to him. Jaebum came home, slammed the door and before he could walk upstairs you stopped him “what did I do?” you asked hes eyebrows knitted together. “what the fuck are you talking about” he pulled away from you. “why are you acting like this, why are you constantly lashing out at me, what have I done Jaebum?” your voice was small and you could clearly hear the hurt in your words. “do you really want to know” he asked you and by the sound of his voice his next words were not going to be nice. You nodded your head even though you really wanted to say no “your selfish your so so so so selfish, I come home and you instantly hit me with a whole bunch of questions you always want me to eat dinner with you, you always want me to cuddle YOU ALWAYS WANT ME TO DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND DO YOU EVER TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION THAT IM TIRED AND I DON’T WANT TO OR THAT I WANT TIME ALONE AND I DON’T WANT TO BE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME I NED TIME TO MYSELF GOD YOUR SO FUCKING ANNOYING AND CLINGY” by now his chest was rising up and down, you tried to hold back tears and quite your sobs, He screamed and it was not even a low scream you could almost call it a roar. Jaebum never ever raised his voice at you so now in this moment you were frozen. “baby I only do it because I care” this just set him off more “IF YOU REALLY CARED ABOUT ME YOU WOULD RESPECT THE FACT THAT IM THE ONE THAT'S WORKING ALL THE TIME AND IM THE ONE WHO HAS A BUSY SCHEDULE BUT NOOOO YOU ALWAYS GOTTA STRESS ME OUT EVEN MORE” his words just kept stabbing your heart, to scared to fight back and to scared of what would happen if you did you stayed silent just taking ever thing he said but his next words was your breaking point “IF I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING YOU WOULD BE THIS FUCKING CLINGY AND ANNOYING I WOULD OF NEVER DATED YOU HELL THERE'S SO MANY GIRLS OUT THERE THAT I COULD DATE AND I CHOSE YOU AND THIS IS HOW I GET REPAID”. You never in a million years would of thought that those words would come out of Jaebum’s mouth. Jaebum was so heated that he couldn’t even see how his words were hitting you. Jaebum had left the house after that slamming the door so hard you thought it would break as soon as he had left you took that as your chance to let everything go. Your sobs were no longer silent but more echoing through out the house, your tears did not come out one by one they came out like a river, your hands pulling your hair out of frustration. You decided that if Jaebum did not want you here to bug and pester him then you wouldn’t be. you packed a small bag and left the house , to where you didn’t know but anywhere would be better then that house. after an hour of walking your phone started to go off rapidly. You figured that Jaebum had finally let everything sink in and he now knew what he had said and put you through. You ignored every call, every text message and every voice mail and just continued walking you soon saw a bar and figured it was the only place where you could rest your feet but also where you could push all the hurt away with a few drinks. you walked in sat down and ordered a drink. you got many looks because of 1. what you were wearing and 2. the fact that your eyes were already bloodshot from crying so much on the way here and our hair being a complete mess. you ordered a drink and just sat there drinking it away as you kept thinking about what Jaebum had said to you, With tears in your eyes you ordered another drink, you knew that you could only assuming a little alcohol because you were still “new” to drinking so your body would not be used to it. just as you were about order what would be your 4th drink you heard a voice “Y/N” you turned around and it was youngjae “what are you doing here” you only looked at him and then started crying again at what happened. Youngjae picked you up and took you to his car “maybe i should take you home im sure Jaebum is worried” when you started to shake your head fast he looked at you worried. you explained to him everything that had happened and youngjae was shocked “ill take you to my house and you can rest there okay” you nodded your head. Youngjae was your best friend and had been there for you through many things in your life so you felt safe with him and felt even more safe now that you were with him. You ended up falling asleep with tear stained cheeks and red swollen eyes And you were woken up by the sound of someones trying to quite their sobs when you open your eyes you saw Jaebum at the end of your bed crying into his hands, he however did not feel you wake up “oh my god shes going to hate me, why was i such a dick to her when all she does and loves me, shes never gonna take me back not after what I have put her through” as much as you wanted to hate him you knew he still loved you and you know you too still loved him. “jaebum” you said your voice hoarse from crying so much. “oh my God baby, before you say anything just know I know I was an ass to you and I don't hate you or all the nagging and I love spending time with you baby I really do and without you I would not be eating or anything and by the looks of it you haven’t been eating either and baby most importantly I do not want any of those other girls out there i only want you and I am so sorry I know you probably wont stay with me but please I love you don’t go” as he was saying all this he held a tight grip around your waist begging you not to go and accept his apologies. The sight of him was similar to you red swollen eyes and messy hair “jaebum” you said again causing him to look up “ I love you and as much as I want to yell at you right now I know that I cant so let’s stop this if you are stressed just talk to me okay don’t let it get to this point again or next time I will be gone” and with that said you saw his eyes light up and a small smile tug at his lips “ I LOVE YOU (Y/N)” you couldn’t help but smile as he started to kiss all over your face. You were beyond happy at this point, you finally had your baby back.

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.10

Part T E N

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 5.5k+

AN: blAH here’s part 10 for you guys! im making this finally a bit more eventful as it was going slow. but here you guys go and i really hope you enjoy it very much! remember, 100 notes pls and thank you :) xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E

Wednesday

“We are taking the seniors to a trip in the woods!” The principal announces into the black entity worth of a microphone.

Everyone was told to file into the auditorium immediately when the doors were opens and the morning announcements echoed through the corridors. More specifically, the seniors were requested. So, you trotted into the large room with ease, your friends easily finding you in the crowd as you chose seats towards the very back, left corner of the theatre.

It was an extraordinarily large theatre, might you admit. The cozy, cushion red chairs were ornate in rows of three, each horizontal row owning about 12 seats before going down to the next ones. Overhead was another floor of chairs, just for the sake of using more space and having a cooler, higher sight to see kids reenact the horrid tragedies of Shakespeare. Because, honestly, what other play writers do people actually know that deserve to be mainstream?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Alexis hummed beside you, nudging your shoulder gently in pure concern.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you croaked, your elbow planted upon the arm rest as you leaned your cheek against your fist. You lied; you were actually sleep-deprived and starved. After the tutoring with Luke, you were too stuck in thought due to Luke’s damned words and shameless stripping as his way to learn. It bothered you so much so that you couldn’t capture one wink of sleep. You were up all night, wondering in the dark about this blonde, blue-eyed dolt.

“You don’t look too well,” Des hummed, bringing her gentle hand to plant it upon your forehead. The coolness of her fingers sent goosebumps around your body, but you ignored it with ease. “Your forehead is a little warm…”

“I doubt I have a fever, or any sort of sickness for that matter,” you said in a hush tone, your eyes focused on the principal, who (in your head) started to sound like a character from Charlie Brown. Des relieved her hand from your forehead, exchanging worried glances with Alexis as Des turned to pat Savannah to inform her.

“A few of your professors are currently handing out permission slips, regardless to those who are already 18 or above,” Principal Michaels spoke, having you chuckle from the way he held the wooden podium. The pale-white, brown mustached, green-eyed authority stood at the podium all high and mighty like he was some sort of god. “I apologize for such short notice, but it’ll be for this coming Friday and we should come back by Sunday…”

You sounded him out, unable to keep up with his annoying, raspy voice. With not even a hint of sleep, you couldn’t be asked with a monotonous lectured about a trip that only needed 2 basic sentences: “we’re going camping” and “here’s what you need by Friday.” You understood that nobody could religiously follow you in your energy conservation belief, but you knew as fact that your fellow classmates were bored out of their asses.

“Nice sweater,” chimed a male, pretty familiar voice, behind you. The girls turned, with the Principals’s voice acting as background to find Nathan right behind you. Sweater? How uncultured. But nonetheless, you looked down at the new Linkin Park sweatshirt with ease and released a curt smile.

“Thanks,” you spewed simply, slowly focusing yourself on getting a few minutes of sleep as your eyelids began to sink down. So sleepy… if only I could just doze off for a few minutes…

“Y/N.” Nathan’s voice spoke right into your ear, having you snap your neck away and open your eyelids. You divert your eyes over to your right shoulder, where Des sat and Nathan’s face appeared at your outer periphery. “Are you tired?”

“Just a bit,” you spat simply. “But keep in mind it’s morning and I’m in school, forced to study and interact with the likings of you, Nathan.”

“Yeesh, cold,” Nathan hummed in offense. You saw a bit of his fluffy chestnut hair bounce to the front of his forehead, having you smirk. You recalled how Luke said he had ‘stolen’ Ashton’s haircut, and he was very true on his similar it was. But then Nathan’s eyes met with yours and an influx of Luke’s ocean eyes came into your mind. “You must be real tired if you’re this crabby. Want a supplement?”

As Nathan dug into his pocket in search of his offer, Des brought her hand up and slapped him on the back of his head.

“Fuck, Odessa,” Nathan groaned, using his free hand to rub the future bruise. “The fuck was that for?”

“If you drug Y/N, I’ll literally rip out your eyes with my nails,” Savannah hissed, flashing up her pastel nails with fake diamonds encrusted upon it in a rather adorable form. Des quickly grabbed the blonde girls wrists, muttering ‘down girl’ as though she were a dog.

“Relax,” Nathan spoke quietly, throwing his hands up in defense. “I’d never drug sweet little Y/N here. Besides, I know she isn’t gonna take it anyways. I just decided to offer for the slight chance that she should.”

Already annoyed, you pull on the hood of the sweatshirt over your head. You ensured every spec of hair left out was tucked it kindly before folding your arms over your chest. Alexis did you the favor of gently placing her hand on the side of your head and tugging you over to lean on her shoulder. You emit a yawn, feeling tears well up in your eye sockets as you studied the several shadows of heads in front of you, blocking the view of the Principal.

Your mind suddenly began to wander over the whereabouts of Luke R. Hemmings. You hated yourself for a brief moment, but succumbed to the reality of things: Luke is now someone kinda important. You couldn’t really explain to anyone, moreover yourself, but Luke is so persistent that he’s managed to put himself in your small circle of people. Fuck me, you thought. This is so annoying. I never asked for this.

“Now, for those who have attended this school since middle school know how this very trip works,” Principal Michaels hummed, having you roll your eyes as you forced yourself awake for his blabbering. It might be important. “But this year we have decided to… revamp a few traditional customs.”

The camping trip, though annoying, was an infamous tradition in the school. It was a 3 day trip to hell in which you ‘become one with the woods’ and ‘get closer together with your fellow campers.’ But basically it was a trip full of boring activities that included getting splinters when climbing trees, doing a safer version of sky lining, and getting wet in some lake. There are groups of 4 with teachers as the leaders and each team tries to rack up enough points in order to get some ‘cool prize.’

Your guess was an sharpened pencil that said ‘College Bound!’ or some corny shit like that.

“This should be shit,” you muttered under your breath, feeling Alexis snort from your response.

“A few e-mails showed up in my inbox with a more fun suggestion for the trip,” Principal Michaels hummed excitedly, reminding yourself of an old grandma content to receive several rolls of yarn. “So we’ve decided to allow students to be the camp leaders instead of our staff.”

Several quiet chatters and murmurs ensued as you allowed your eyes to droop shut.

“Maybe I can be a leader,” Nathan hummed, leaning once again on your chair as you felt his eyes on yours. “Would you like to be on my team, Y/N?”

“I’d rather choke on acorns,” you replied bluntly, your eyes still shut while nuzzling nicely onto Alexis’ shoulder. Des snorted, having Savannah, reach over to rub your shoulder in praise.

“You never fail to break my heart, Y/N,” Nathan coos, having you snort quietly as you resumed paying attention to what the superior had to say.

“Unfortunately for those who wanted to be leaders,” Principal Michaels says with little to no sympathy. “The leaders have already been chosen.”

Annoyed banter ensues as several students begin to chant their ‘boos’ and idiotic complains. Nathan shouted ‘that’s not fair!’ right behind you, having you hiss at him for producing such ear cancer from his mouth. You sat up, relieving Alexis’ shoulder as you decided to see the leaders step up and pretend like they’re the shit. But your eyes widened in great surprise to see the 4 alphas of your class to walk across the large stage before everyone.

Front and guiding the other 3 was Luke Hemmings, which honestly didn’t surprise you all that much. Luke was always off doing something to get the attention, even if he wasn’t trying. But there he stood, as lanky and covered in black as usual. His curly hair was even more messy than before, seeing it more damp that it should be. Probably didn’t bother trying to dry it and add the disgusting chemicals the businesses call ‘hair care products.’

Oh, and following them was the deliciously tan Maori boy Calum, the pale party-monster Michael, and the sweet, and only mature one of the quad, Ashton.

And, of courses, while the other male seniors groaned in annoyance, the rest of the girls broke their voices in cheers. The most you heard was the chanting of Luke, obviously the favorite for being the lead dog and audacious man who was anything but tame. You heard girls squeal, ‘I hope I’m in Luke’s team!’ and other very explicit terms you wanted to ignore. Your eyes scanned the area to see the red-headed, blue-eyed monster stand excitedly, waving desperately to get Luke’s attention.

But even Nadia couldn’t capture the attention of the pair of ocean orbs. He looked around, his rouge lips stretched to form a lovely smile as he looked around the auditorium. You watched as he slowly made his way to your row, having you being to sling down to avoid contact. But the blonde asshole was too quick and spotted you, his pearly whites coincidentally shining as he shot you a wink. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you saw a student dash from his seat in the front row to go to the stage. He offered his hand up for a slap, in which Luke stretched his arms in pleasant surprise before bending down to slap his hand. You looked away, closing your eyes in hopes to fall into some sort of deep, 10-minute nap.

“Simmer down, all of you!” Principal Michaels scolded, forcing your eyelids up to see his old, wrinkly hands wave the flood of students down. They’re already riled up, you thought. How the fuck are you gonna explain this? “They suggested the idea– it was only fair for them to be the leaders of the camping trip!”

“Do they even know how to be leaders?” A boy hollered towards the middle-center of the bottom influx of students. Several of his mates agreed, having them stomp their feet on the floor in protest. Waste of energy, you thought.

“God, look how good Calum looks,” Des swooned, having you chuckle as she waved her hand to produce air for the crook of her neck. You had to admit: Calum was looking pretty good. Super loose tank top, skinny jeans hugging his thick thighs nicely, tan hands ornate with small, but evident tattoos. Calum was just eye-candy to all.

“Okay, but look at Michael– he changed his hair color!” Savannah squealed, bringing her petite hands up to cup her mouth. You emit a small burp, indicating that you required food and immediately. Your eyes divert to the forest green-eyed boy, seeing as his hair was no longer a fiery red. It was a blonde– maybe not as natural and strong like Luke’s, but a blonde with brown wisps coming from the roots at his scalp. It also seemed much longer than before, though you couldn’t make that assumption as you barely looked at the light-skinned boy.

“Not gonna lose your ovaries about Ashton?” You hummed over to Alexis, who was gnawing on her bottom lip kindly.

“I don’t need to highlight how amazing he looks,” Alexis muttered simply, her eyes stuck on the brown-haired man who smiled widely at everyone. “That’s a given.”

“Point taken,” you said with a quiet giggle. Principal Michaels continued to emit details over the trip, in which you deemed mutable. Then, the student in front of you turned around and eyed you, having you furrow your eyebrows curiously. He dragged his upper arm over the back of his seat, with his forearm bent up.

“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” The boy hummed, his voice rather high and evidently suffering slow puberty. You blinked a few times before nodding skeptically, having the boy reach over to offer you a small, folded note between his index and middle fingers.

“Uh, thanks,” you emit quietly, taking the note from the boy as he turned around and became just another figure again. You sit up more properly, allowing the hood on your head to droop off as you felt the paper substance in your fingers. You saw the infamous ‘-H’ on the very top before opening it.

“Secret admirer?” Alexis whispered beside you as the three girls began crowding you. You nodded, your eyes finally focusing to see the words scribbled on the paper.

‘Every time I go camping, I always getting so terrified because I’m really scared of the dark. Keep that between us though! Oh, btw, no tree 2day, sry :(’

You giggled, quickly closing the note before lifting yourself up a bit to stuff it in the back pocket of your jeans. The girls eyed you, obviously slow readers who didn’t get passed the first 3 words. You remained silent, allowing Principal Michaels words to flow through as you grinned to yourself. Afraid of the dark, stalker? You’re just narrowing it down for me, you thought to yourself. It was an easy situation see: go on the trip, see what night activities occur and stare at those who seem the most terrified. Easy.

“The boys will choose who they’d like on their team,” Principal Michaels. “You can try and plead them to choose you, but nonetheless it’s their decision. As for the boys,” he resumed, glancing over at the tall boy band before him, “you’ll have to choose 24 students each as the senior class, excluding you boys, is 96.”

“Fucking yikes,” you huffed, calculating the numbers in your head. 6 cabins, 4 people in each one, gender mixture being a possibility. “I sorta don’t want to go anymore.”

“You’re going,” Des insisted as she slapped a permission slip on your lap before passing the small stack along to Alexis. You groaned, having Des roll her eyes before placing her hands on your shoulders. “It’s only 2 nights and you always want nothing more than to be out of the house.”

“Well sure,” you began with a grumble. “But 2 nights with pure strangers being idiotic and attempting to scare each other with Brothers Grimm stories isn’t exactly what I like.”

“How do you know you’ll be with pure strangers?” Hissed Savannah, leering over at you with her blue orbs worth of eyes.

“Knowing the situation, I know as fact you’re going to be in Michael’s team,” you commented, receiving silence from Savannah as you snorted. “And then Calum is gonna take Des and Ashton is definitely taking Alexis so I mean… I’m not a genius but surely I’m good at reading the situation.”

“…Except you actually are a genius and can read anything and anyone like a book,” Alexis points out, having you smile at her response. 3.9 Gee Pee Aye, just like Luke said. Oh fuck, I’m thinking about Luke.

“Whatever man,” you croaked, taking the permission slip to fold into a small square. You stuffed it in the sweatshirt pocket, keeping your hands in there to gather some warmth.

“Whatever my ass,” Des huffed, playfully hitting your forearm. “You’re going anyways and you’re going to have a great time in Luke’s team.”

“Oh-ho, I’m not on his team,” you spat. The girls all leaned forward to stare at you, having you scoff at them as you tugged on the hoodie in reassurance. “I don’t care if he chooses me. I’m in Ashton’s and that’s settled.”

“You baby, you don’t get to choose,” Alexis cooed with a gentle shove on the shoulder. “Besides, it’ll be fun– Luke likes you and you get along with him best.”

“That’s because I see nothing in him and he’s super persistent,” you growled. “He doesn’t know when to let up. So I don’t care– I’m not in his team. That’s final.”

“Okay then, Princess,” Nathan said suavely from behind. You let out a heavy sigh, feeling a headache collect in your head as his head peeped once again beside you. “Want to join my team?”

“Die,” you spewed quietly.

“I wanna be on your team!”

“Pick me, please!”

“Yay, I’m in Calum’s team!”

This sudden, abrupt camping trip has completely punched the little desire to be in the institution. You dropped your head in your arms in defeat, attempting to mute the chatter with the MP3 you gladly stole from Des without any complaints. Blasting Tyler the Creator in your head, your mind wandered in the pitch black darkness to see if you could sleep for just 5 minutes.

You allowed yourself to peek up to see a big crowd of seniors surrounding the table of the infamous quad by the name of 5 Seconds of Summer. They looked somewhat stressed out, seeing as several students were hollering their names and pleads to join their teams. Dumbasses, you thought to yourself. So desperate for attention, then when you finally get it, you’re stressed out. You shook your head as Alexis joined the table with a tray full of food. Des brought lunch, and Savannah accordingly ate a big breakfast. You didn’t have the energy to start walking through crowds for food. Especially not with the weakness you own.

“They have pizza today, you know,” Alexis teased, flaunting the cheesy slice of life on her tray. You blinked a few times before hiding your face back in your arms.

“I’m not really hungry,” you lied, your head vexing you as a headache was ensuing and brewing quickly. You hoped the lie would have placed a believable facade around you, but knowing your friends, one of them would take a hint and stuff something in you. But before any of them could chime, a loudness entered the lunchroom that was incomparable to the noise that was already blasting. So you plugged the earbuds back in.

Forcing yourself to sit up, your eyes darted to notice the infamous blonde monster enter the lunchroom. Crowds of students (mainly women) tailed after Luke as he walked in. Smug smile and all, you wanted nothing more than to punch it off his face. Luke’s presence quickly drew his other friends as Calum, Ashton, and Michael escaped their table and dashed over to Luke. They were really testing your boundaries it seems.

You increased the sound of the MP3, practically breaking your ears with rap as you watched the boys stroll around the lunchroom. Their combined crowds made them look like they were going on a school trip, seeing as they guided them around. But as you did, a sudden dizziness began striking, having you drop your head into your arms once more. Your vision was now tilted, having your eyes divert every which way to notice the girls looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled off the earphones and stared at them with wonder.

“Y/N, you alright?” Des began worriedly, her hand coming to plant itself gently at the bend of your elbow. You nodded, your eyes struggling to stay open. Fucking fuck, you thought to yourself. This sudden weakness from sleep deprivation and starvation was really getting to you, and you didn’t know whether to be pissed at Luke or yourself or both.

“Y/N, you seriously don’t look well,” Savannah chimed, moving from across you to stand behind you. You let her hold your chin to tilt your head a bit up. Her free hand resided on your forehead, listening to her silver bracelets clink against one another as she moved her hand. “You seem a little warm.”

“I don’t have a fever,” you groaned, attempting to swat her away. But you were too weak to even dare wave your hand any sort of high velocity. You loved your friends– you do, but they sometimes fretted over you far too much for you to actually handle. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’m just tired, like I usually am.”

“Yeah, but you’re incredibly groggy and you’re not jolting away,” Alexis points out. Right as she said that, a fairly loud growl emitted from your stomach, feeling a painful twist as you let out a hungry burp. “Y/N, are you hungry?”

“I just told you I wasn’t,” you huffed. “What part of ‘I’m not really hungry’ do you guys not get?” The girls watched you as your eyes lightened up at the sight of Alexis’ pizza. You really wanted at least a bite, just to relieve yourself of this excruciating pain before you could get home. “I’m fine, really.”

“Okay then,” Des hummed, her brown eyes looking down at her phone before looking at you. “Stand up then. Lunch is almost over.” Your eyes darted towards the large clock in the lunch room, seeing her words ring true as you saw there was only just 3 minutes. Reluctantly, you forced your legs straight to rise from the cold, circular table. Throwing your legs one by one over the seat, your bend down to grab your bag. But mistakes were very much made when you quickly rose again and found yourself go far too lightheaded.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, bringing a hand up to your forehead. The periphery of your eyesight was suddenly splotching black as you took one step away from the table. But then a jolt of pain hit your head and you found yourself going limp. Slowly, you saw your vision going sideways again while you were close to colliding to the ground. The last thing you saw was a black figure wearing a Cage The Elephant dashing to you, your name being yelled loudly in a masculine, accented tone before everything went mute and you drowned in the black.

“Nnn…”

Emitting a croaky groan, your brain was finally regaining consciousness. Slowly, you allowing your eyes to flutter open. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you nonetheless forced them up to get shot by a very brightly lit ceiling lamp above. Feeling your mouth going very dry, you moved your tongue around and licked your lips, providing the moisture of saliva all around. Realizing that you just awoke from a slumber, you jolted yourself up to sit up and take in your surroundings. “The fuck am I…”

“The nurse.” Oh, of fucking course. You turned to your right to see Luke Robert Hemmings sitting beside you, his elbows on his knees with his back slouched. His ocean eyes were no longer beautiful, and more dim and sunken. His hair was a little messy, probably from tampering with it anxiously. His rouge lips were normal, though his bottom lip was much more crimson due to the lip biting he’s probably been doing.

Great, you thought to yourself. There goes my heart.

“Why am I here?” You asked softly, slouching yourself to lean against your hand. That’s when you finally noticed. On your right arm, the sleeve of your hoodie was pulled up with your forearm exposed and being punctured by a needle. Your eyes dragged up the wire connected to it to see it connected to a big pouch of liquid. Artificial nutrients, you guessed.

“You passed out in the lunchroom,” Luke replied, his stern face not faltered a single bit as you distantly stared at the needle in your vein. Luke sound a bit mad, like you did something to actually get him pissed. Not that you were an angel, but you doubted to have done a thing to get the blonde, pompous idiot mad. “Because you apparently were sleep, water, and food deprived.”

“How’re school nurses accurate?” You wondered quietly, attempting to escape Luke’s information. You wanted to avoid being scolded, especially by Luke. You’d actually feel bad, and that would be very annoying, considering how tired and weak you still were.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you doing with no sleep and no food or water in your body?” Luke growled, anger present on his tongue. You gulped, goosebumps suddenly crawling as you made sure to look away from the boy. You didn’t understand why you felt bad– it’s fucking Luke. Not even Sav, Des, or Alex. It’s fucking Luke Hemmings, Mr. I-Am-Too-Popular-To-Try-In-School. “Answer me.”

“Cool down, blondie,” you hummed quietly, weakly raising your arm to wave him gently with your hand. You couldn’t move it too much, seeing as that was the punctured arm. You rose the other hand to cup your mouth to emit a yawn before crinkling your nose a bit. “I’m not dead and you’re not my guardian. I don’t see why you’re acting like some sort of worry warrior.”

Suddenly, Luke abandoned his chair, the plastic dragged upon the white tiles as it was violently sent back. You looked over and flinched, seeing Luke look down at you with vexed eyes. His jawline was clenching, with veins dancing up and down his neck and temples. He then went and slammed his hands down on the bit of bed that you weren’t occupying, his face just a few inches from yours.

“Stop being so fucking careless!” Luke exclaimed, practically barking as you stared at him blankly. The scruff ornate on his chin was collecting very small dews of his spit, you noticed. “You have to be more self-aware and give a shit about yourself because it’s not just you that cares about you. I fucking care about you, and you damn well know this because I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again: I. Love. You. So stop acting like your damn choices don’t affect anyone else because my heart fucking stopped when you fell right before me.”

You stared, somewhat stunned by Luke’s aggressive take. His blue eyes were so dark, the azure not sitting well with you. You noticed his under eyes seeming a bit pink– had he been crying? His lips were in a pout, not entertained and very unlike his usual smiley self. You suddenly took in his words and allowed your eyes to fall down to see his shirt. Cage the Elephant.

“You were the one rushing to me,” you connected the dots, looking away to take this in. You wanted the silence, but Luke was obviously not going to give it to you. He moved and ended up in your view again, still quite aggravated. “Luke–.”

“Also stop shutting down my feelings just because you believe I’m wrong about them,” Luke barked, having you blink a few times as he huffed. “I flipped my shit. I threw myself on the floor so your head didn’t hit the damn floor. I was not gonna let you get a concussion.”

“You cushioned my fall?” You asked quietly, seeing Luke’s eyes soften as he revealed a curt smile. He stood up straight and turned around, clinging his thumbs into his jeans. Before you dragged your hands up to your eyes, Luke looked back at you with a sympathetic gaze.

“Before you start, I’m not gonna moon you again,” Luke spoke softly, having you hesitantly put your hands down as Luke dragged his pants that resided towards the left down and showed his upper buttcheek to you. Your eyes widened a bit.

A large, black splotch was evident in the very pale skin. The outskirts of the bruise was red, the flesh obviously agitated from the fall. There were licks of purple and blue in there, resembling a night sky in a hilarious way. But you couldn’t help and feel genuinely bad. You were a burden to someone you didn’t ask to take your burden-causing ass.

“Luke, thank you for catching me and whatnot,” you began quietly, having Luke pull his pants up as he turned to face you once again. “I’m also sorry that you did but… you didn’t have to. I know, you care about me and love me or whatever, but I didn’t ask for you to do that. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt and I wouldn’t feel bad and have to apologize if you just let me fall completely.”

Luke just stared at you for a brief moment, before bringing his hand up to your forehead and flicking it.

“Oi, the fuck was that for, Hemmings?” You spat, bringing your left hand up to your forehead to rub it.

“You sound stupid when you rant invalid reasoning,” Luke said quietly, sauntering over to grab the chair back and sit himself back down. He winces. He folded one leg over the other, studying you wistfully. “Even as strangers, I wouldn’t want to see someone fall down, knowing damn well I could go over and prevent a way bigger damage that the bruise on my ass.”

Your palm was tickled by the wool sheets of the gurney as you distantly studied your black leggings. Luke bothered you, but not only because he was a persistent pest. He bothered you because even when he was like this, he was only doing it out of genuine care and kindness. He spoke words of sentiment to you, about you, without any hint of embarrassment. His heart is real and soft and full of warmth and completely saccharine. It bothered you because if you weren’t so stubborn, this would be taken, with ease, as the first time someone has given you romantic love.

“Where’s Sav, Des, and Alex?” You hummed, refusing to respond to his banter as you looked around to see the nurse vacant. It was just the two of you, it seemed.

“In class,” Luke hummed. “There’s about 15 more minutes before school is over, so just regain your energy before you could go home. I can take you if you’d–.”

“I’m good,” you quickly dismissed before letting out a sigh. You stomach grumbled, annoyed that you were still hungry. Your left hand subconsciously held your tummy, having you plot a plan to grab a sandwich before returning home. But it seems Luke was ahead of you on that.

“Someone left you food, by the way,” Luke hummed, having you turn to watch as Luke grabbed a brown paper back from the floor and offered it to you. You grabbed it weakly, placing it on your thighs as you opened it curiously. “I didn’t look in it, I swear.”

You snorted, digging through the bag to fish out a packed sandwich. You noticed it was from Five Guys, humoring you as you put it beside you before checking more of the bags contents. There was a Pure Leaf ice tea, lemon flavored and fairly cold. Putting that aside as well, you noticed a note at the very bottom. Picking it up, you tossed the brown bag away to your lower legs as you opened the note up.

‘I heard what happened– please eat up! I almost had a heart attack tbh. Anyways, this place makes my favorite sandwiches so I hope you like it. Nobody knows this, but I used to be extremely fat. Like, really fat. But puberty did me good and I still eat about 2 boxes of pizza to this day -H’

“What a loser,” you muttered under your breath, rising a bit to stuff the note into your back pocket with the other as you took the sandwich and dropped it on your thighs. You opened it quickly to reveal a nice sandwich before you. Your mouth was practically watering, super excited to eat the delicious food. But before you could, you felt two large, calloused hands wrap around the one being pumped with nutrients. You look over and see Luke stare at you, his eyes warm and soft with a curt smile playing at his lips.

“If I may, I’m going to use your invalid reasoning right now,” Luke hummed quietly. “You’re going to be in my team for the camping trip, and it’ll be my responsibility to take care of you. Don’t quote-unquote ‘burden me’ by being careless during that time, okay? But on a serious level, please don’t worry me. I’d hate for something to happen to you, especially when I’d be watching you.”

“Luke…” you began softly but he was quick to let go of your hand. He rose from the chair and stretched a bit, emitting a loud yawn. He cracked his knuckles a bit, adjusting his hair as he continued to look down wistfully at you. He bent down again, his hands down on the bed as his nose was just a few inches from yours.

“Get that permission slip signed, okay?” Luke requested calmly, giving you a blush-inducing wink. “A little birdie said you weren’t going, and I think that’s what you could do to pay back my services.”

You groaned, realizing he was the reason you weren’t currently suffering a concussion and potential brain damage.

“Okay, now shut up,” you growled, smashing the half sandwich again Luke’s lips. Luke chuckled, taking a bite before rising up again to make his way out of the nurse’s office. “Where are you off to?” You asked curiously, somewhat upset that he was leaving.

“I’m off to tell Ms. Lee that you’re okay as well as to get your work for the day,” Luke chimed, walking over to the doorway. He then halted, turned around to lean against the right side of it. “Nice sweatshirt by the way.”

With that, Luke Hemmings left you in the nurse, with food on your legs and your heart racing.

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Focus on me

im posting this one, because second mom of this au is having birthday today and i hope she likes the idea, i really really hope

@sky-girls, all the best for you, because you don’t deserve anything less than the best, i love you very very much barbara, the most mostest 💖

Focus on me

Luna sighs, sitting on her usual chair in this class, doodling in her notebook and wondering who she’s gonna have physics with. She got a mail last night, from her usual physics professor saying that they are starting new semester with ta he picked himself and Luna has been lowkey anxious, because the prof likes her and he is chill, while the new guy can be a psycho, or hate her, or hate everyone.

Brunette bites on her lower lip, tracing today’s date in her notebook with pen for third or fourth time when the door opens. She doesn’t really look up, focused on finishing the month numbers and when she’s done, she writes the date once again under the first one. Valente can see the guy with corner of her eye, but it’s not like she cares much so she gives up on listening to him. All she needs is to pass and listening to some weird snobby physics student after graduation isn’t required to get her grade.

His voice is somewhere in the background and it’s nice voice; Luna likes the sound of it itself, not trying to recognize words. She is by maybe fourteenth date of today when Pedro sitting next to her, pokes her on the ribs and makes her jump.

She immediately looks around, focusing on her friend who just points with his chin towards the desk. Guy leaning back against it watches her with crossed arms and small smirk. His eyebrows are raised slightly and he looks almost amused.

“What’s her name?” he asks someone from first row and when he gets an answer he licks his lips. Brunette is speechless, thinking that she’s fucked; it hasn’t been even ten minutes of the class and the guy remembers her and knows her name, and this isn’t any good in her case.

“Luna,” her ta says, having probably very much fun, judging by the way her name rolled off his tongue. “Did you hear what I said?”

She bites on her lower lip a little too hard when he is waiting for her to say anything. The only thing Luna can do now is shake her head, making her hair bounce around her face, and shrug. “Not really.”

“And why is that?”

“I wasn’t listening,” brunette admits softly, her eyes going straight to him and he smiles widely looking away, shaking his head and she is completely lost.

“Well-” he checks the watch on his wrist. “We don’t have enough time to investigate what was so boring, but for next time I’d recommend listening to me.” He winks at her lazily and turns towards the group, putting his hands into the pockets of his black pants. Luna focuses on his person enough, so she can’t hear anything he says, but she manages to eye up all of his body and she can swear that she sees herself failing this semester. That’s like one hundred percent sure if he will be wearing white shirt like this, and even if he wouldn’t he still has this face; she isn’t able to focus on watching and listening to him at the same time.

“Anyway, you can just call me Matteo, unless the professor comes over, because he would probably kick me out of here.” He chuckles softly, bless the fact Luna catches those words; at least now she knows how to call him in her head.

It would be great actually, but Matteo turns to her with the most smug smirk she has ever seen. “Do you understand, Luna?”

He is hot, yes, yet she hates him already.

Luna runs towards the class quickly. She is late, and fucked and even more late, cursing on the building and her bus and the fact she overslept. This is completely normal for her, but today is Tuesday and it means eight am physics with Balsano, and he is gonna just look at her amused, telling her to sit down and listen. He always tells her to listen, remembering perfectly how she ignored him first day and Luna is still wondering if it’s because he is just mean, or maybe his snobby ego got hurt. Not that she cares, but it’s tiring and annoying and honestly the biggest advantage of the fact he is teaching her is the fact that she can stare at him without being judged. It doesn’t matter if he is walking around the class, if he’s just half sitting on his desk or writing something on the board, there’s always something to look at and Luna Valente isn’t the one to deny herself the only pleasure of those classes.

But damn, she gets most of the shit he tries to teach them and it’s unbelievable. She isn’t sure how, and why, but he actually seems to care about them passing this class and he doesn’t even make it easier, so despite him being an asshole it’s really nice that the prof picked just him.

She takes deep breath before taking the door handle and pressing it softly, hoping that no one notices her entering the class (it happened once during some chem class or something, okay?), yet no, of course she almost bumps into Matteo who was apparently standing by the door. Knowing this asshole he was waiting for her, completely sure that she will be late, but won’t skip, and Luna can’t even open her mouth with excuse when he cuts her off pressing his index finger to his lips and shushing her. Honestly it doesn’t help, because brunette already had no idea what to say and now she is just focused on his mouth, noticing the fact that everyone is busy with their exercises.

Matteo points with his chin at the desk and walks quietly without even prompting her to follow him, but she knows she should. He gives her a paper and starts explaining quietly something about one or two exercises, Luna isn’t really able to focus, so she just watches his lips moving with some words and when tone of his voice changes to asking, she nods or hums with agreement and he seems content with this. Giving her the paper, his fingers brush hers and brunette discovers that they are very cold yet in the way that doesn’t disturb her.

After that she turns around and walks towards her usual seat and ends up copying all exercises from Pedro, because she has no brain for physics today.

The only physics that she is interested in is Matteo Balsano.

She is waiting for him with the rest of the group in front of the class, watching the clock on her phone, because like he said - if I’m not here for 15 minutes and there’s no mail from me, you can go home or whatever - and even if she likes the classes, no classes is always better and Luna doesn’t feel any bad about it. Girls around her are gossiping around her until one of them throws Matteo in the conversation, taking brunette’s attention. Her head softly moves up as one of them complaining about him teaching them, because if he weren’t, she would’ve already be hitting on him. Luna giggles at this with the rest, who decides to share their favorite parts of Balsano’s body making her laugh a little.

“And you, Luna?” One asks nudging her slightly. “What do you like the most in our hot ta?”

Valente rolls her eyes shaking her head. “I don’t have any favorite.”

Ooooohs sound around her and she’s annoyed already, but neither of them cares. “Is it because you don’t have hots for him at all, or it’s because you like all of him just as much?”

Luna covers her face with her hands. “You all are ridiculous. Leave me alone.”

They want to say something else, but Matteo saves her and for once she is super grateful for his presence. He mumbles some sorry, I got stopped for longer that I wished I were and lets them all get into the room.

Few minutes later Luna is on her chair, her notebook open in front of her as today’s date is in the corner of the page (this time written only once) and actually the class is completely normal. Matteo is walking around while playing with a pen he found on his desk, talking about one of fancier physics thing in casual, easy language, just as if he was talking about the weather.

Luna bites on her pencil slightly, trying to focus on his words and not on his lips when the phone between her knees buzzes. She sighs trying to find a way to be sneaky, but Matteo will probably notice her looking down so she doesn’t try more. Brunette guesses it’s a text message from group chat, wondering if it’s again some meme or one is asking about any test. Apparently it’s Jazmín texting only her, on private, and if it’s on private it must be something important.

he is staring @ you 👀👀👀

Luna sighs rising her head and looking around, but she sees none of the guys watching her. She gives up taking deep breath and asks.

who

Her eyes move to Jazmín who is grinning excitedly and Luna would find it adorable, if it weren’t for the answer she receives.

Matteo, you silly

She hides her phone quickly between her knees almost under her skirt not sure what the hell just happened. She still can see the letters on the screen in her mind and if it’s not done joke made by Jazmín, it must be some overanalyzing the guy just watching around.

Luna slowly takes her head up, resting her back against the chair and completely lost in her notes, but she needs to check, so she glances at Balsano who handles her look with small smirk and turns away as casual as always.

Her phone vibrates once again and she doesn’t want to know what’s that about, but there’s this small part craving to check the message. Brunette gives up eventually and reaches for the phone. Jazmín.

that’s a bad idea to keep your phone there unless you want him to stare @ your legs which he is doing rn btw

Luna chokes on the air, trying to breathe somehow, but it’s hard as fuck when she has no idea how to sit properly. She throws her phone to her bag and pretends the messages from Jazmín never existed. That’s the best.

She doesn’t touch her phone until she’s home just to see nothing new from her redhead friend, but there’s something on muted chat of her group.

✨✨Jazmín✨✨ guys do you like Luna’s skirt from today? because maTTEO TOtaLLY DOes

That’s it for Luna and her having chill, because she gives up on reading all the answers. And there is a shit ton of them.

She wants to give up today; she hadn’t slept almost at all tonight, trying to study, but it all went to hell since she was just half awake. In Luna’s head there’s already her warm bed existing, no pants, fuzzy socks and fluffy blanket. That’s all she needs in this very moment, it’s almost end of physics for today and it would be beautiful finish if not those assholes sending her to Matteo to ask about their last quiz.

She was always talking to the professor for all of her group before Matteo, and when the latter heard who was handling all group’s business, he got incredibly happy that he has another chance to piss her off. He will probably do the same today, yet she is already prepared and her brain is already ignoring most of things he’s saying today.

They all leave quickly, bless them, giving her chance to ask faster. She approaches the desk he is currently sitting by and smiles awkwardly, hoping that he will notice that she’s here. It’s not even second or third time she comes to him, but he lowkey intimidates her, no matter how annoying and mean to her he is with this smirk and hot body.

Luna is completely aware of the fact that he is the teacher there and despite all times she cursed at him inside her head, she has to be nice. It’s not really that difficult, because he spreads around this feeling of being a little above the rest, he is too confident, too sure, to deny him that, and Luna isn’t one to even try; he would make her tiny with two words before even she’d manage to finish her sentence.

Everyone leaves and someone even closes the door behind and Matteo ultimately notices that she’s standing there, waiting.

“Luna,” he grins, as always when he is saying her name. It seems like the L of Luna is really pleasant thing for him to say with the way he always slides it off his tongue. He straightens himself by the desk, lacing his fingers. “How can I help you?”

She pouts softly, looking for the words. “I wanted to ask about last week’s quiz.” Only leave her mouth and maybe it’s her, but he looks almost disappointed.

“Ah, the quiz.” Matteo quickly moves himself, getting up from his chair, crouching by the desk and taking out off the shelf few piles of papers.

Luna feels like whining, but it wouldn’t be right thing to do next to Balsano who can fuck her up at the end of semester, so she keeps her mouth shut.

“I actually have it graded and all, but I don’t really know where are the papers here. I planned to sort this mess before our class, yet one student asked me how was her final grade.” He shakes his head, a little amused. “It’s barely half of the semester and poor girl is already worried.” Or wants to jump you, Luna thinks without changing her face.

“It sounds a little dramatic,” she dares to say and he laughs, getting up and looking at the papers with heavy breath. “Dramatic indeed, I just told her that I had no idea about her final grade and she looked at me completely offended.”

Luna giggles softly, her eyes never leaving him. His moves seem natural, yet a little nervous and it makes her wonder why he’s like this. Brunette has learned his movements while staring at him class after class and now the easiness is a little gone; he is thinking what he is doing, how he is moving, how his voice sounds and Luna likes neither of them. She can just pout a little wondering what happened and throw small joke.

“Well, I can only hope I am not dramatic.” Her tone is light and sounds just like she wanted to, receiving some sparkles of amusement in his eyes. “You’re not. You seem more judgy right now.” Matteo throws randomly while flipping through papers and searching for her group.

“I’m not judgy.” Brunette crosses her arms.

“You are watching me so carefully, I’m not sure how to act.” Chuckle leaves his lips and Luna shakes her head.

“I’m not-” she starts, but he interrupts.

“Good, then help me with the other pile and you will be able go home and nap. I doubt you got anything from today’s class. You should sleep more next time.”

Luna looks at him surprised, not sure if she’s offended by his demanding tone or if she’s surprised that he noticed her falling asleep. Probably both.

At the end of the day, though, this demanding tone is pretty hot

(In the evening she finds all info from today’s class in one email from him)

Her thoughts are going wild.

Luna isn’t sure what causes this, probably hormones, but suddenly everything Matteo Balsano does is thrice as hot as before.

The way he walks around the class, passing her always with small glance. The way he crosses his arms, makes her want to slide her hands up and down his shoulders and check how his skin feels. The way he smiles when someone asks silly question; he always looks down, grinning widely and after few seconds answers, keeping it all cool. The way he leans against the desk, half sitting on it makes her wonder how it would be to be pressed to it by him.

This all is driving her crazy, causing her losing her mind and making her close her legs together tight as soon as he enters the class. Her breathing automatically speeds up while this damn warmth spreads around her entire body. She’s seen him not shaved, or wearing glasses, rolling up sleeves of his white shirt or ditching the tie. All of them are hot as fuck and if it weren’t for the rest of cool she has, she would’ve already been screwed in her group, because girls decided to make ranking of hot, hotter, the hottest versions of Matteo and when they keep asking her she just shakes her head.

But the truth is that it’s impossible for Luna to go to physics class and remain focused on the subject. This is completely unfair, that they let guy looking like this teach students; teach girls like her, and expect that she will pass with good grades.

Today his shirt isn’t white, it’s light blue and Luna wonders how it’s possible for a color to fit someone so well. She doesn’t even try to cover her staring with care about her grade; but at this point no one cares, they left her alone with her sinful ideas and thoughts, busy with their business while all she needs to do is to blush as little as possible when he winks at her.

She fails.

“Luna, could you please stay few minutes? I have this thing to tell you guys about the grades and there’s the test.” Matteo asks softly, before dismissing the rest when he’s done with the topic for today.

She nods, not sure if she heard correctly, but at this point she would agree for everything.

Pedro nudges her with small smirk and she sticks her tongue out at him, pretending that she’s all great, her mind is clear, and that she doesn’t imagine her hot ta naked in her head.

Brunette takes her time gathering her things from the desk, not hurrying at all. Then she stands up, walking towards him while he is super focused on his laptop.

She wants to be the laptop suddenly.

He makes her sit next to him on another chair and begins to talk about the grades. He says something about how he would like them to start studying for next week already, because despite the fact he has everyone passing, some are really close to lose it if they screw up next test. Luna only keeps nodding and smiling a little, she knows who to tell to get their shit together, and who can lowkey chill (no one).

Matteo sighs opening another excel and brunette moves closer to him, not sure what now, but those are still grades and she’s already lost, not knowing how the fuck he has it all organized. She focuses on his scent, on the way his hair softly curl and how one of his arm is on back of her chair. Luna tries, completely casually, to lean back towards his arm and when she does so, his fingers go to her hair. He starts slowly messing with few curls using his fingers and it’s distracting enough for her not to be able to focus on the grades he is pointing at.

She actually misses the moment he shuts up, looking at her amused and waiting for her to say anything, but Luna wakes up too late for it to be normal.

Matteo sighs softly. “I’m going to mail you this, okay? Just make sure they study.”

Brunette nods, receiving nod back from him and it hints her that she should get up and leave. Not that she wants it, though she has to and she is eighty percent sure she makes it casually.

Yet as soon as she reaches for the handle of the door, Matteo clears his throat. Luna turns to him and he looks almost sheepishly.

“Not that it’s my last one, but you took my pen, Luna.” She looks what she’s holding with her fingers and snorts at herself, before turning to him and walking slowly towards his desk.

He smiles at her when she places the pen next to his laptop awkwardly, because he is watching all of her movements, she smiles back and is about to turn away when he catches her hand and pulls to his chest.

Luna almost chokes, her bag falls to the ground with loud thump while his eyes, too dark to be his usual small brown, are set on hers full of something she can’t quite catch. Her heart is beating definitely too fast to manage this for a long time when one of his arms is keeping her tight to him.

“I hope you won’t sue me for that,” he murmurs in low voice, as if to himself, not to her and before Luna can blink his lips are on hers, hungry and desperate.

She can only kiss him back, letting him take it all when he reaches for it.

She sits down in her desk, trying to cover this hickey on her thigh with her skirt and sighs wondering what this asshole prepared for today. She never knows; he never tells her and she never asks and it works for both of them. Now he is set on making sure everyone has a chance to fix their grades and Luna is mostly done, because there’s so much of this shit, she can’t feel any grateful.

He walks in with his usual easiness, almost like he’s aware of the fact that he’s hotter than all of them combined and without any hesitation takes the papers out of his bag. Brunette growls slightly, hating the exercises and looks at Pedro who nods, and she knows he will let her copy today. Bless Pedro.

Matteo starts with first row, giving the papers around and his smirk is almost suspicious. When he passes Luna his fingers brush skin of her arm slowly, making her shiver and she needs to breathe before she notices what happened. There’s apparently no way she can copy from Pedro, because this ass made different questions and honestly she is gonna hit him with one of his heavy astronomy books this evening.

As soon as Matteo is back to his desk, he takes his phone and Luna isn’t even interested in what he’s doing there now. He screwed her copying plans and he can burn in hell, no matter how hot he looks without his shirt on. Or any clothes in general.

Her phone buzzes and Valente can only hope it’s not Jazmín. She growls again, moving her eyes to him by the desk, and he looks incredibly smug.

Solve your exercises, little lady

Luna snorts at him and shakes her head.

asshole

She just types and locks her phone. Matteo seems to have all fun of the world; he chuckles under his breath.

That’s not what you were saying last night

When she’s not answering for few minutes, almost boiling inside he types next message and she just wants him to leave her alone for this class.

Come on, those are easy, and you can always copy from the guy next to you

Brunette shakes her head at him.

you put different exercises so how am i supposed to do it 🙃🙃🙃

Matteo bites on his lower lip, but it doesn’t hide the big grin he has on his face. Smug little shit. Luna snorts and writes her name in the corner of the page, hoping that she can get some points for correct last name and date.

There’s another notification from her phone, and amused face of Matteo makes her even more curious.

Are you sure they are different?

She frowns scrunching her nose, completely confused before she takes Pedro’s paper from his hands without asking. He lets out surprised sound and rolls his eyes at her as Luna discovers that exercises are the same, they are just messed in different order and she glares at Matteo annoyed. She wants to text him, but there’s already message waiting for her.

Stop pouting I’m gonna make you dinner tonight Ps you look pretty today

Brunette almost giggles at this. Matteo is hopeless and that’s all she can think about before startled Pedro pokes her on the ribs.

“Who are you texting?” he asks with frown, probably wanting her to chill her ass for him to focus on exercise two.

Luna bites her lower lip before throwing a glance at Matteo. “No one.”

#soy luna #lutteo #luna valente #matteo balsano #my writing #barbara #ta au #i am super excited help

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creativeskull95 · 7 years

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Ey, @ahbonjour and @dothewhatnots look what I just finished editing.

Jesus F Christ do I hate editing. And writing. Anyways, here’s the first part of Consequences: The Letter. Next part comes out... at some point.

There are things Molly expects on Friday evenings. She expects to hear Fox and Lark in the kitchen, making dinner while Lark sings along to the radio. She expects to hear cars outside the apartment window as people head to work or home or clubs. She expects to get phone calls about "study dates" for the weekend from the various boys(and occasional girl) at school. She even expects the other calls from the girls(and boys) who her dates have dumped to be with her for a night.

What Molly Fox did not expect, in any reality or dream, was The Letter. She'd found it in mailbox when she checked it after getting home from school.

The Letter had her name on it. Not the one she goes by now, but her real one. So she hid it from her parents and brought it up to her room, where she attempted to ignore it and work on homework instead. It didn't help though, so she opened it and looked at the admittedly nice handwriting.

She gets as far as "Dear Morgan..." before she crumples it into a ball and throws it in the trashcan beside her desk. She rests her head in her hands and gives a deep sigh, .

Five minutes later she pulls it back out, moving her textbooks aside to smooth it out over her desk so she can read it properly.

"Dear Morgan,

It has taken a long, long time to find you. There are things I want to talk to you about, and things I have to give to you. I would like to meet with you personally in order to tell and give you these things. I have enclosed my current address, so please send a response soon. If you do not wish to meet, then please feel free to say so, and I will send you the items by mail. From, Ariel."

Molly checked the envelope, finding another slip of paper with an address from downtown written on it. She's surprised it's in the same city she lives in, but that makes it easier to choose a meeting place. And she is going to choose a meeting place, even though she should just tell Fox that she has apparently been stalked back to their home.

Instead she writes another letter telling Ariel to meet her at a park midway between the two addresses after school on Monday. She seals it in another envelope, writes the address, and then stashes both letters under her mattress. They stay there until Lark and Fox go to bed, and Molly sneaks down to the blue mail box at the corner to send her response to Ariel.

The weekend passes without anymore letters. Though Molly barely notices thanks to her constantly shifting stance on whether or not she made the right decision. Fox and Lark notice, as they always do when something is going on, and question her about it at breakfast on Monday.

"I'm fine." She lies easily as she eats her eggs. "There's a test this afternoon, and I'm just not sure I studied enough." They're quick to reassure her that she'll do great, which makes her start to feel guilty about lying to them. She doesn't let it show, though, and instead finishes her eggs and leaves to catch the bus.

She wasn't really lying about the test, though, it's just not what she's worried about. Today is the day, after all, and after school and the test and insisting to her friends(really just her cousins(not even that, technically); she doesn't actually have friends, just clients) she instead walks to the city bus stop a few blocks away and rides it to the park. Once there, she sits on a bench near the parking lot to wait.

She's not waiting for long. A beat up car pulls up(like, really beat up, the bumper is held on only by duct tape) and Jesus H. Christ. Molly remembered him being tall, of course, but she was also sure that was because she was a tiny child back then and so her memories were just warped. But no, looks like he really is that tall.

As she watches him look around, she notices his white hair, longer than she remembered, has been tied back in a ponytail, and that he seemed to be wearing a suit.

She only watches though, until he turns around and yep, there's the face she remembers. One set in what seemed to be a permanent scowl, although it looked more relaxed than what she remembered. The other thing that makes her get up and start walking towards him were the eyes. They were the exact same eyes that she saw every time she looked in a mirror, right down to the shade of gray.

She removes her sunglasses and clears her throat when she manages to get right up next to him without him noticing, making him jump and whirl around.

"Where da hell did you come from?" He practically spits out, and Molly takes note of what sounds like surprise and maybe fear in his voice. She just stares at him in silence and he takes a deep breath and pulls a cigarette of some sort out of his pocket. She waits patiently as he lights it up and takes a long drag out of it.

"So..." He says in an exhale, smoke blowing softly out of his mouth and into the breeze. "ya just here for the stuff? Or do ya wanna talk, too?"

Molly just points to the bench she was sitting on and Ariel nods, letting her lead him over to it. They both sit down, and he drops a large folder between them.

"What's this?" She asks as she picks it up. It's not sealed, and opening it up shows a number of papers.

"Birth certificate. Medical history from my side and yer mom's side. Social Security number." He takes another drag and the smoke blows past her. "Y'know, all the 'portant sh- stuff."

"Is that weed?" She only asks because she's smelled it before in the boys locker room. And it's illegal, she thinks.

"Hey, I have a card!" Ariel sounds almost angry now as he pulls his wallet out and retrieves it, practically shoving it into her hands. "It's perfectly legal wit' a card!"

"I never said it wasn't." She has to fight to keep from flinching, but she manages it. She also looks at the card, and it seems legit. She hands it back and he puts it away, looking more relaxed now.

"A'ight."

They sit in silence for a while, neither knowing what to say, before Molly breaks it with a question.

"How did you find me?"

Ariel looks at her startled, as though he wasn't expecting that question. "Wasn't me. Was my friend, Harry. He's good at finding people 'n' stuff like that. Asked him ta look for ya a while back, after... well, nothin' too important." He shrugs. "Only reason it took him so long was cause we didn't think Dani would try an' change ya name." He snorted. "She didn't even do that right, either. Not tha' I'm surprised."

"What do you mean by that?" She keeps her voice level, but only just. Still, she thinks he can sense the anger bubbling up because he just sighs.

"Jesus what did that woman tell ya?" He takes another drag. "A'ight, so here's what happened. Yer mom an' I had a big fight, yeah? 'Cause she was spending all my hard earned cash on drugs 'n' shit, and not buying food and clothes for ya like she supposed ta do." Molly just stares at him. Granted she couldn't remember much of that night, just the yelling really, but she did remember her mother telling her something different. "So the next day she takes the car and drives ya ta school, 'cause I got work at the factory and can't take ya myself. Well, that night I get home, and the car's still gone. Not that big a deal, she disappeared all the time. Only problem was, you were still gone too." He looked almost sad about that, the scowl dropping off of his face for a few seconds. "Police couldn't find either of ya, and eventually I got put in the slammer for being drunk in public one too many times. When I got out, I got Harry to try and find you. Took 'im eight years, but that's jus' life, I guess."

He took another drag gained a disappointed look as he finished the joint. he dropped it on the ground and stomped it. "So, any questions?"

Molly thought it over. "Mom did drugs?"

Ariel grimaced. "Yep. Hard ones too. Like heroine an' cocaine an' some other sh- stuff I don't know the names of." There was a pause. "Y'know you were a crack baby, too? Did 'em all right through her pregnancy, and would just... buy more if I tried ta get rid of 'em. Almost didn't make it through the birth, and lost the ability ta have other kids anyways." He sighed, the kind of sigh Fox sighed when he used to tell her about his old friends from the millitary. It left her wondering what had happened to give Ariel a sigh like that, too.

She was brought out of her musings by Ariel standing up and adjusting his suit jacket.

"So, if that's everythin', I'm gonna... go. Yeah, got work, and all that sh- stuff." He turns to walk away but is stopped by a quiet "Wait."

Molly writes something down on a scrap of notebook paper from her backpack and hands it to him. "Here's my email. Maybe we can talk later?"

She kicks herself immediately as Ariel's eyes flick between her face and the paper she's holding out to him. She shouldn't do this, she should go back to her parents and tell them what happened, give them the folder, and never think about this again.

But she's not going to do that.

Instead she lets him take the paper and get back in his car, still marveling at the fact that the bumper hasn't fallen off yet as he drives away. She waits a few minutes, then heads to the bus stop to head back home herself. And once there, she says hi to Lark and heads to her room to stash the envelope in the crawlspace. She should tell them, but she really doesn't want to deal with the lecture and grounding that will happen if she does.

In hindsight though, she really should have just sucked it up and said something.

#my writing #mhp #movie house punks #humanized!MHP #Consequences

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jawllines · 7 years

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(1) i've got a good blurb idea, y/n and harry are best friends and they have like a super close loving relationship. like to cuddle and take naps together, but harry is dating kendall. and on his bday y/n spends all this money for a surprise party for him and she goes to his house to pick him up cause they had plans but when she gets there kendalls there and he's like im gonna do something with kendall instead. and you have to cancel the party and you get all mad. and then jeff calls him to +

(2) him to tell him what happened. and harry is so angry at himself and so upset. cause he loves her but always feels pressured to do stuff with kendall, his gf. so he goes over to y/ns house and she just goes off on him because it’s not the first time he’s cancelled on her to be with kendall. and except this time she had a big party planned for him. and she just YELLS at him relentlessly and he’s never seen her like this and he gets so mad at himself. and he feels so sorry and stupid.

Harry feels his stomach drop to his gut when Jeff tells him. He doesn’t think he’s ever hated himself more than he hates himself right now, sat in his room while Kendall sits in the living room. A heavy weight of guilt just sat inside of him, weighing him down entirely, making him feel even worse.

No wonder Y/N was so adamant about the dates, and the not telling him his gift (because she’s always really bad at keeping his presents a secret from him). She was throwing him a party…an honest to goodness party, with his friends and his family – no doubt it must’ve taken a few months of preparations considering it wasn’t at her house, she’d rented out a small venue from what Jeff had told him. With nice food, a dj with his favorite songs on the playlist, and additional fucking presents – and he’d gone and just turned it down.

“Me and Kendall are goin’ out for Chinese then to the club.” He’d said it so rudely, having already been a bit pissy that he was having to cancel his plans with Y/N in the first place but he hadn’t meant to take it out on her…hadn’t meant to be such a fucking prick.

What really makes it worse is that he knows this wasn’t inexpensive and Y/N’s not rich. She’s just about to finish up her studies in UNI, she’s riddled in debt, and sometimes she struggles to fucking eat but she put off so much money for him…for his birthday…and he’d gone and fucked it all up.

That’s why he pulls on his shoes, tugging his coat over his shoulders, and he ignores Kendall’s inquiries of where he could be going at 12AM as he just about runs to his car. His mind flooded with the image of her face dropping entirely, and her mouth doing that quiver thing it only does just before she’s about to cry, before she pivoted on her heel and left without a word. It makes him sick, that he did this to her. To his Y/N. To his sweet, caring, kindhearted, thoughtful, and downright precious best friend who went out of her way to make his birthday special for him.

He doesn’t bother knocking – he never has any other time – so he stumbles in on a very heartbroken looking Y/N, with a box of tissues and the phone to her ear, staring at him with disdain, “I’ll call you back Niall.” She hangs up, looking away from him, “What do you want?”

“I didn’t – fuck, Y/N I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t know you had planned all of that. She just showed up and she wanted to go out and I kept telling her I had plans but…but –”

“But what, Harry?” She snaps at him, “You chose her again, right? Fucking all the time with you!” And it makes him flinch, her tone is so cold and she never talks to him like that, “First with Halloween, then with Christmas, then New Years, and now this? All those other times – all those other times I just told myself I was being dumb…course you’d want to spend those holidays with her and whatnot, you’re with her but…but this?” She all but slams her hand down on the couch, “I told you…I told you don’t make any plans, especially yesterday and now all of that is down the drain. Months and months of planning, and the presents, and sometimes I wanted to rip my hair out but I kept telling myself it was worth it because it was for you. I did all this shit for you!” Reaching down besides the couch, she grabs a wrapped box and threw it down near his feet, “Here’s your fucking present. Happy Birthday.”

Y/N is breathless from her anger, chest heaving and jaw tense and this look in her eye that is so so cold it burns him. He leans down to pick it up, carefully unwrapping the present and opening up the box it came in. Inside was a shirt with both of them smiling wide in Paris. Y/N had never been and he wanted to take her out to celebrate how well she was doing in her studies, so he took her to Paris for a week and he’d had the time of his life. He remembers staying up late with her, and laughing, and dancing on the hotel bed, speaking terrible, terrible French and her poor but cute attempts at translating signs.

The picture on the shirt was the two of them in front of the Eiffel Tower, having had another tourist take their picture. It’s in no way formal, Harry is crouched down throwing up a peace sign and Y/N has her leg up above him with her arms spread wide, but he remembers seeing it after he got the camera back and he remembers saying, “Look at us, proper cuties we are. I want this on a shirt.”

His heart twists painfully in his chest, and his eyes well up quickly with tears.

“I can’t – I can’t, do this anymore,” she sniffles, voice wobbly and when he looks back up at her she’s wiping away tears, “I can’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt when you pick her over me, or when I see pictures of you, or when I hear you talk about her. I can’t pretend that I’m not totally in love with you like some dumb fucking cliche teen drama…I –”

Harry’s head is swimming. Did she just say she was in love with him?

“I –” he begins, and he realizes there is a tear dripping down his cheek, “I don’t want you to pretend!” Harry declares and it’s Y/N’s turn to jolt a bit, “I – I want you to be jealous and I want you to be in love with me I want – god, Y/N I’m such a fucking idiot, I want you. All this time you’re the only one that I’ve ever wanted but I didn’t want to ruin things, I didn’t want you to have to deal with all the fucked up shit that comes with me, but all I can do is want, and want, and want you, it’s always been you.” His breathing is labored and Y/N’s staring with eyes wide, watering even more and tears trickling down her face so Harry runs to hug her because he can’t stand it.

She lets him, which is good, and she leans into his body while muttering, “You’re such a dick.” And Harry only agrees with her because he is, god he fucking is. Can’t even imagine how it must’ve felt to call everyone and tell them the plan was off, to just send Harry his gift through the mail, and knowing Y/N she probably made up an excuse for him. Never one to throw him under the bus…his heart aches when he thinks about it, and how much she cares, and he holds her tighter.

“Please…I’ll make this right again, just please. Can’t handle you bein’ this upset with me.”

#anon #BLURBS #OR #BLURB #I FORGOT TO POST THIS ONE A WHILLLLEEE AGO

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dbtrilogy2 · 7 years

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Happy Wife Happy Life(13)

Carlton

Messing with a few buttons I nod at robin. For the last two months I've been working with her for the album she's trying to put out. After I got her drake for the Work remix and that blew up she asked me to be her official producer and writer for her entire album.

Now this isn't my first time. I've got a pretty fat profile between when I started and now. Right now I'm working on a sorta slow jam type song. It's coming along but needs something. Im not sure if it's a feature or another instrument.

"Howe as that?" She came out the booth sitting.

"Pretty good but I'm not feeling it all the way. It needs something."

"Well whatever it is I'm sure you'll make it work perfectly." She smiled touching my knee.

Frowning I move back and replay what she just did. Clearing my throats I go back to messing with her vocals and the music.

"So what's a married man with kids doing working pass ten on a Wednesday?" She smirked scooting her chair on by me.

"Just that working." I honestly haven't paid any mind to the time. Rebecca is gonna kill me!

"I'm surprised you wife isn't blowing you up I know if my man let alone husband was out this late working he would be flooded with calls voice mails text emails hell I'd DM that nigga. Guess she doesn't really care about you." She laughs.

"Hey don't disrespect my wife. Don't worry about what she is or isn't doing focus on this album people putting money into you making."

I didn't really mean to snap like that. It's probably just the guilt eating at me.

"Sorry. You know I really appreciate all the dedication you put into me Carlton. No one has ever truly believed in me until you and Chris."

It was getting really awkward in here. Probably a bad call doing this one on one thing so late. Note to self this never happens again.

"Right well...that's nice but I'm gonna call this a night."

Closing everything down I get my things holding the door letting robin walk out first.

"It's still a fresh night...you wanna catch a bite or something?"

Before I could answer my stomach growled loud. She giggled.

"Actually I'm just gonna head on hole I'm sure my wife cooked up something for me like she always does. See ya."

"Yeah..." She grabbed me hugging my neck then kissed my cheek. "Bye Carlton."

Watching her switch out I sigh running my hand over my face. What is going on with me!? That chick is nothing compared to my wife. She's probably just doing this as a suck up to get her name poppin. Yeah that's it she's a gold digger I ain't about to fall into whatever trap she plannin.

Around a little pass midnight I was walking into a dark house. A light shines from the kitchen.

"Baby I know I'm coming in late but-"

"Wrong person." Eli peaked from the fridge with a grape stem in his hand. "It's pass your curfew mister."

"Same to you. Is your mom sleep?"

"Last I saw she was carrying a bottle of wine a glass and had her beats and robe on." He shrugged. "You know she's pissed right?"

"Yeah I messed up son. Do me a favor and don't be like your dad." After grabbing a beer I sigh taking the bottle back.

"What's been going on with you anyway? Remember that time we were suppose to spend the day together? Or you telling Amanda you'd help her practice her dance? She did great by the way...it was tonight."

So both of my girls are gonna be mad at me? Great!

"Look I know I haven't been around like I should be or how I always promise but it's all in good thoughts. I've just been putting in extra work so I can really support you all and keep you guys happy."

I know what Rebecca said.

"Dad look around us. We have a six bedroom house with a pool, you have four cars, your kids attend top schools and your the head producer of one of the most popular record labels who brought the best entertains ever! We good man all of us basically get anything we want...except you. I'm starting to live that stereotype of black kids not having a dad." He chuckled hopping up on the counter. "Yeah it's nice having all these nice things but I'd rather spend a day out playing basketball or something with my old man over sitting in my room buying the news shoes or something."

I'm a little shocked hearing this from him. Eli is usually pretty quiet. Odd both my kids turned out opposites of their parents.

"I'm trying man I really am but things over lap sometimes. Your mom already bit my head off about this I took it down a bit but then I got this producing gig for one of our artist who wants me to produce the entire thing. It's my first time so I want it to go smooth and perfect."

"That shouldn't keep you from your family. And whoever this artist is tell her to ease up step off let you breath and keep her lips off you."

"What?"

He hopped down. "Your cheek is red and in the shape of lips. I guess it's a good thing you found me before mom huh."

Patting my back he went off to his room. After collecting and preparing myself I make my way up to our room. It was completely dark with a small dim light coming from the bathroom. Walking in I'm hit with steam and a vanilla scent with some kind of instrumental playing low.

She was up to her shoulders in bubbles. I cleared my throat going to sit on the tub edge.

"H-hey baby...late night bath huh?"

"Yeah just thought I'd relax myself."

She wouldn't look at barely acknowledge I was here.

"Look I know I'm late-"

"Ten is late...but midnight? We've already had a talk about your working hours clearly you don't care so neither do I. Work all you want come home when you want I'm done trying....I'm not going to continue raising my own blood pressure worrying where you are."

Frowning I turned off the music. "You giving up on me?"

"That's what you want right for me to stop nagging you? Work seems oh so important to you and I don't wanna get in the way."

"Rebecca-"

"No it's ok I'll just become the gold digger you want me to be. I sent you a email of some links it's just a few shoes bags and other shit I want."

Man...I really fucked up.

Chris

A door slamming woke me from my sleep. The clock read seven...that must've been the girls leaving. Just as I'm closing my eyes again our door opened.

"Mommy up." Maliki went to her side of our bed trying to climb up.

"Yo ki get out she sleep." I groan pushing him. Don't get all CPS on me it was just his leg. "Go watch tv in your room."

"I want mommy. Mommy!" He pulled on her hand making her groan.

"Ay what I say get yo little ass out and do what I said."

He glared at me but did like I said.

"You are so mean to him." Sleeping beauty mumbled.

"That wasn't mean it was parenting. I'm telling you one day imma get him and ain't shit you can do to stop me." I pull Cam closer to me squeezing kissing her head. We both up now.

"Chris must you try to crush me in half every morning?"

Chuckling I kiss her ear. "Just making sure none of this is some dream."

She smiled turning over facing me. Leaning over I kiss her nose pulling her body on top of me.

"You've been working a lot lately I miss our morning cuddles." She whispered tracing my chest tattoos.

"Yeah I know baby I'm working with these new artist and just getting my pieces ready for this charity auction." I rub her back. "I want you to see the one I did yesterday."

"Sure I love seeing your art. You free today...I wanna take the twins out to the mall we can go after dropping off Maliki." Sitting up on me she let her hair out falling over her shoulder.

I love seeing her in this fresh state. Her eyes seem brighter with her pink cheeks. This is my wife. Y'all don't even know how lucky I really am having her all to myself. Caressing her face I start biting my lip.

"You know I give you anything you want." She blushed leaning down kissing me.

We made out for a minute or two before she got up and dragged us into the bathroom. We handle our hygiene got dressed then went to the twins room. Mylan was still sleeping while Morgan was jumping in her crib. Seeing us she started babbling shaking her head.

"You look crazy Gigi." Cam picked her up. "Come on let's get you ready for a shopping day."

I picked out a matching outfit for them and went to wake up Mylan. She whined and squirmed before opening her pretty little eyes. Just like her mother she hates being woken up.

"Hey babygirl...its that time again no more sleeping." Blowing on her cheek she squealed pushing my head away. "Lets go get washed up with your sister."

"Uh damn it Morgan."

I laughed seeing all the water on the girls bathroom floor. It's always a fight with that one. I think she gets some kind of thrill from pissing people off...I can already tell her teenage years will be spent locked up in her room.

"Baby pass me that towel please."

I pass her Mylan and wipe up the spilled water. We washed them both then dress them. She wanted to do her little make up stuff and took the girls with her. I went to get Maliki ready. Putting him in the tub since he can wash himself I picked out his outfit.

"You can get dressed on your own right?" He nods grabbing his power ranger underwear putting them on then his pants. I helped him with the button let him put his shirt on.

"Nice?" He looked at me.

"Yeah son you look nice. Hey when we gonna hear talk like a big boy? You gon a whole five soon." He just shrugged at me.

I don't know how but imma get him to talk. Just like somehow Camila got Mona to talk I'll get him just gotta find what gets to him. We went into the room and he ran off somewhere.

"Mymy look...take a picture for mommy come on please."

"Maybe your sister will give me something. Morgan...Gigi look at mommy."

She almost had her but-

"Ki." She points behind me completely ignoring Cam trying to take her picture.

"I don't think they wanna take any pictures Cam."

"Uh I see that I just want everyone to see how cute my babies are. Why can't that work with me." She rolled her eyes picking up their baby bag then Morgan leaving me with Mylan.

"They got that "I do what I want" attitude from you baby." She flipped we off walking out the room. "Ki where you at!?"

He ran out our closet.

"Ah I have to get this." Cam went up to him.

"You done yet?" Mylan pulled on my chain talking to herself.

"Yeah yeah put the bag back ki come on."

I got the double stroller for the twins while she buckled everyone in. We dropped the boy off first then head for the mall. The first store we went to was one of those pricey ass kids stores. Small clothes huge dollars signs. Hell there was a bow...a hair bow for two hundred.

"Camila why are we in here I'm not trynna have anymore spoiled kids Mona and Maurice are enough."

"Oh come on Chris everything in here is so freaking cute! Look at this dress." Morgan smiled reaching for it. "Oh she loves we gotta get it." She hands it to me.

"Hell no cam this small ass dress for $350 no Camila no I'm not buying this."

She cut her eyes at me snatching the dress back. "Fine I'll buy it myself I don't need your passed down money." She switched away leaving me with the kids.

"Does she not know her money was passed down to." Morgan laughed like she understood me. I saw her in line with some other stuff looking all mad. "Ok...let daddy go bow down to mommy."

She ignored me standing next her the entire time.

"Hi did you find everything ok?"

"Yes I did my husband on the other hand was feeling cheap today." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Can't blame a guy the dress cost more than my shoes." The register girl just smiled ringing up her things.

"But not more than your watch, chain, earrings, nose rings, belt and shirt."

Damn...she got me.

"Your total in $1,234.66. Cash or card?"

"Card." I take out my wallet handing it to her. "Better be glad I love."

She smiled kissing me. "I love you to. Let's go to a store for you my treat this time." Grabbing the bags she walked with me.

Happy wife happy life a very true statement.

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