#my head is filled with nana i need to get this out of my system
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𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒, 𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: I was wondering if you can, I could request Tom Holland Peter Parker x reader where in the nwh scene instead of aunt may dying it’s the reader. I just love how in that scene Peter was emotional and the way he said “you’re ok, you’re ok”, made me cry like so bad I hope this makes sense I have so many ideas I wanna share but I just choose this one.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): ANGST, mentions of dying, mentions of blood, SOME fluff
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 8,883
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
“So the chip in the back of Doc’s neck was designed to protect his brain from the A-I system that’s controlling these tentacles, but if you look here…” Peter turned the hologram human model around so the back was facing them. He pulled out the hologram chip and held it out to Norman. “The chip is fried and rather than him being in control of the tentacles, the tentacles are now in control of him.” Peter explained further. “Which I guess explains why he is so miserable all the time!” He sighed but turned to the door just in time to meet your eyes as you entered the room. “Hey.” He smiled.
“H-Hey.” You laughed looking back over your shoulder to where you just were in the kitchen.
“What?” He laughed along with you.
“Nothing, although I think someone needs to tell May that Doctor Octavius isn’t actually an octopus.”
“No.” He emphasized.
“Yeah…she even offered to put salt in his water.” You burst out laughing.
“Oh no!” He laughed out loud. Oh, he felt bad for her. His aunt was too pure for this world. You bit your lip, not believing she just said that to the poor man. You shook your head and looked back up at him.
“You need anything?” You leaned on the open door.
“N-No I think we’re good- Norman?” He looked over at him.
“I could use a glass of water if it isn’t too much to ask for?” He smiled over at you. “Please.” You straightened your back and nodded sure at him.
“Yeah, of course, be right back.” You gestured with your thumb and left the room.
“She’s pretty.” Norman smirked, not missing a beat as he looked over at Peter. Peter blushed mad red.
“Shut up!” He chuckled nervously.
“How’d you two meet?” He asked as he started preparing the tools that were going to be needed.
“Funny enough… a science fair.” He shrugged, expanding the hologram. He found a headpiece that would help him see the new chip closer.
“Did you win first place or-”
“No, she uh- beat my friend Ned and I by a long shot.” He paused, sticking his tongue out to concentrate.
“What’d you build?” Norman was curious.
“A self-made electric motor with ten kilowatts of power, yet we thought it wasn’t really cool to present once we saw all the other inventions everyone else came up with. I kind of used Spider-Man connections to try and help us win. I brought in a car that had a built-in electric motor.”
“So you cheated?”
“Well when you put it that way…it doesn’t sound right, but yeah we cheated, and I wasn’t proud of it. The judges said the electric sports car was very compelling.”
“Oh.” Norman winced.
“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “We ended up getting second place.”
“What did Y/n make?”
“A glitter bomb.”
“A glitter-”
“A glitter bomb.” Peter nodded yes. “Y/n and her nana’s mail used to get stolen, mostly packages. So Y/n decided to engineer a device that would explode glitter as soon as the packages would be opened. I believe she even added a camera to capture the footage of the guy who kept stealing from them. We actually put him in jail.” He felt proud.
“Huh? What kind of bomb was this, again?”
“It was basically a small box like-tank with a pneumatic system. She customized these aluminum pressure tanks that were filled with air pressurized to 80 psi, which was nestled on the bottom of the tank. S-She had this whole hall effect sensor that sensed magnets, which were attached to the lid, and once the lid came off it would trigger the air to rush into the pistons and shoot up like a punch, thus releasing the glitter to ‘explode’ and cover the criminals in pink.” Peter lit up like a Christmas tree. “Completely harmless, but super effective.” He stopped and thought for a second. He turned around and looked over at your bag that sat on the floor a few feet from him. “I-I think she actually has one with her right now. It’s in her bag.” He laughed, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. “I swear she takes any chance to cover someone up in glitter.”
“Incredible…Smart girl, I’d say that was indeed a well-deserved first place trophy.” Norman patted Peter’s back and focused back on the chip in front of them, but not before looking over at your tote bag with a quick glance. He quickly turned back around as Peter spoke up again.
“Her intelligence amazes me every day.” He spoke fondly of you. You loved science just as much as he did, one of the many things that brought you closer. Science and inventing stuff, it’s what you were good at. He had been excited to meet someone else who geeked off about physics and math like him. He thought meeting you couldn’t get any better, but once you found out that he was Spider-Man, you decided to take the liberty of creating him extra web fluid for his web shooters. Most girlfriends would carry around inhalers, or even epi-pens, but you carried around web cartilages. You had one in the pocket of your jacket right now.
The two fell into silence before Norman leaned forward to inspect the little arms of the machine moving amongst the chip. He had never seen technology so advanced. Peter looked ridiculous with his tongue poking out as he slowly but carefully grabbed one of the sticks that he had to connect to the chip. “Remarkable, the technology and you. When all this is over. If you need a job and you’re willing to commute to another universe-” The machine roared and then buzzed as the completion was successful. Peter lifted the mask and breathed heavily.
“It worked!” He exclaimed, grabbing the chip and ran past Norman. “That totally worked!” You were barely walking over to the room to hand Norman his drink before Peter zoomed past you making you knock the glass out of your hand. It fell, shattering on the floor.
“Peter!”
“Sorry!” He skidded as he ran to the staircase. He looked to May moving in a hurry. “I got it, I did it, I did it!” He pointed to the chip. “Um, can you send him up?”
“Here we go.” May leaned forward to start making Doctor Octavius’s tentacles lift him in the air. “Hold on now.” She looked up at Doctor Octavius.
“All of these humiliations never cease.” Otto exclaimed as his tentacles lifted him up to the balcony of the stairs. “You, keep your science fair project away from me!”
Peter now stood behind him. You stood next to May, staring up at the two of them.
“Hey, you need to learn to have faith.” Norman tried getting him to think positively.
“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster!” Otto sneered down at him.
“Please stop moving.” Peter begged as Otto began squirming. “Hold still!”
“Don’t you dare!” Peter frowned as he gripped his head. You all stood below, the anticipation was killing you. You hoped this worked. “I swear when I get out of this I’m gonna rip you-”
You tensed as his head fell forward. Peter stilled, his eyes widening. “Doc?”
“W-Why isn’t he moving?” You stuttered, looking over at the men in the room with you and May. You swallowed nervously, looking up at Peter. “Was that supposed to happen?”
“Doc?” Peter called out to him again. He was slowly getting scared. Oh god, what if he killed him. “Doc?” He panicked as he stepped forward. “Doctor Octav-” He was cut off by the loud gasp that fell from Otto’s lips.
“O-Oh, thank god!” You felt relieved, you placed a hand on your chest.
“It’s so quiet.” Otto muttered. “Those voices…inside my head.” He shook his head. He was stunned. “I almost…” He almost forgot what it felt like.
“Otto?” Norman could not believe his eyes.
“Yes, Norman.” Otto smiled, lowering himself onto his feet. “I-It’s me.” Peter jumped off the rail, landing in front of Otto. He sighed in relief as well.
“Well, would you look at that?” You turned your head to the Sandman.
Peter reached over to his right and released the bond that had been connected to the nano part of his suit, which had merged with Otto’s tentacles. You watched in amazement as the nanos retracted from the tentacles and shifted back onto his suit again. The golden design was now back again.
“I’m grateful, dear boy, truly.” They shook hands.
“Yeah. You’re welcome.” Peter nodded.
“How can I help?” Otto immediately felt better than he ever did before.
-
You sighed as you stared at the broken glass before you. After snooping around, you found a broom and a dustpan. You sighed, bending down to sweep the glass up. You stopped upon seeing red-covered feet standing before you. Peter crouched down. “Here, let me help you.” He tried taking the broom from you, but you refused.
“No.” You shook your head no. For a second he thought you were mad at him but then he saw you smirk. “You get the pan.” You held it out for him to take.
“I’ll take whatever I get.” He shrugged.
“I’m proud of you, ya know.” He looked up.
“Yeah?” He hummed.
“Mmhmm. You could have let them die, could have sent them back, but-” You turned back to look at the other two standing in the open space a few feet away. “You’re actually helping them.” You turned back to face him. “You’re giving them a second chance.”
“Well…you gave me one…” He shrugged. You looked down. You remembered there had been a time where your relationship hit rock bottom. You were both angry and upset, harsh words were thrown at each other, and things ended. You thought that that was it, that it was over and done for, but you didn’t want to lose him, and he couldn’t go another day without seeing you. So you gave this now healthy new dynamic between you two another try. It was barely getting to a good place until recent events happened, and now you two had hardly seen each other. You hardly got to have a moment together and it scared you because you considered all the worst things. You imagined that the two of you would break up again, yet you knew you could not go through that again. The first time hurt enough as it did and you two were a mess because of it. Yet funny enough you possibly dying wasn’t one of the worst things you considered that could happen. You could never imagine leaving Peter behind, you just couldn’t.
“That I did.” You smiled at him.
“Do you regret it?”
“Do you?” You eyed him wearily.
“No.” He answered immediately. “You?” He now eyed you wearily. He knew just how badly he fucked up. How he fucked up everyone’s lives. How he screwed up your chances of getting into MIT, how he- how he fucked up as a boyfriend, and now the only time both of you have had a second to breathe was over broken glass. You looked up and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.
“No.” You shook your head. He nodded, feeling reassured.
You two worked together to collect any leftover minerals of glass. You got up and Peter carefully walked over to the little kitchen to dispose of the glass in the trash bin. You brush yourself off then head up the stairs to put back the broom in the little closet you found it in. You had passed the wall when you felt yourself being pushed up against it. “Peter?” Your chest rose and fell as he trapped you with his hands. You could feel the heat come off him as his eyes darkened.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.” His eyes fell down to your lips waiting like a question.
“O-Okay.” You gasped as Peter smashed his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, longing to feel him closer. You gripped his hair feeling his lips move in sync with yours. You couldn’t open your eyes. If you did, you thought this would all be over. His touch would become unfamiliar, and the smell of him would dissipate into the air like nothing. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly allowing your tongue to slip inside. You both were breathing heavily as your bodies pressed together heatedly. You didn’t know how much you missed this. You missed feeling that familiar warmth blossom in your chest as he held you firmly. That little spark was ignited again as you displayed your wants and needs through every tug and pull, and bite and kiss. Usually, you would both be in your room, door locked, blinds shut, but you were reduced to sneaking in a heated make-out session in an apartment filled with men who could kill you in an instant.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled back gasping for air. “I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that these past weeks.”
“Well, I’ve been waiting for you to do that so…” You leaned back on the wall, trying to calm down your breathing. Your hair was a mess and your lips were swollen. God, you couldn’t have looked sexier and prettier than right now in this state.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed his head against yours.
You closed your eyes, caressing the exposed skin on his neck. “What are you sorry for, mister?” You hummed in question.
“For everything that’s happened.” He sighed heavily. There was a knot in his chest. “I’ve screwed up big time, and I’ve hurt you, MJ, Ned, and May, everyone’s lives are ruined because of me.”
“Hey!” Your voice was firm. “None of that, okay?” You cupped his face. “You did not ruin our lives, okay?” You pressed your head against his head again. “What’s with all the negativity? You just had a breakthrough with Doctor Octavius!” You laughed, pointing to the stairwell. “You’re making up for it by helping them, Peter. You’re fixing it! That’s all that really matters.” You leaned in and kissed him sweetly. “All that matters.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his neck. Peter melted under your touch and your lips letting his head fall to the side. He opened his eyes and gently lifted your chin to look at him.
“I love you.” He caressed your face. “So much…I’d carry you into that room over there, but-” He just had to make a quip any chance he got.
“Oh yeah, no totally.” You agreed that now was not the time. “Later?” You offered.
“Definitely later.”
You tugged him by the back of his hair and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss. One hand propped up against the wall over you and the other cupped over your left cheek as he savored the way your lips felt pressed against his. How your hands were soft as your fingers carded through his hair, how he could hear the thud of your heart combined with his own. That was the only thing keeping him sane, knowing that your heart was still beating and that you were okay. If any given day it just stopped thudding against your chest like it was doing right now. He’d break. Probably even turn his whole room upside down. Though he didn’t want to find out what he would do.
“Where’d you go?” You giggle softly, pulling him back to reality.
“I was just listening…” He brushed it off. He leaned over to press a kiss to your neck.
“To what?”
He pulled back. He grasped your left hand and placed it over your heart. You felt it pound against your palm. “My heart?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. Peter nodded in response.
“Feel that?” You nodded, placing your other hand over his gloved one. “It’s healthy, and strong, and beating, and that’s all that really matters to me.” He furrowed his brows. He was serious. “You’re all that matters to me.”
“P-Peter.” You got all choked up. “Everything’s gonna be okay-”
“You can’t know that for sure.” He let his head fall against yours. “I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
“I’m a big girl, Peter. I can handle myself.” You laughed it off.
“I don’t doubt it.” He agreed solemnly.
“Then stop worrying about me so much! Worry about them and helping them, okay?” You gestured to the staircase. “Okay?” You moved your head to meet his eyes.
“I’m always gonna worry about you. I can’t lose you. I can’t go through that again, and if something were to happen to you, then I wouldn’t be able to forgive my-” You nodded as you pulled him into another kiss, this one much slower.
“Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Y/n please-”
“I love you.” You held his attention. “I love you too much to ever put you through that kind of pain. I know I don’t usually run when you tell me to, but I will this time. Okay? I’ll run, just say the word, and I’ll book it the opposite direction away from the fight. I promise I won’t try and be a hero this time.” You were crying by now. You were nodding rapidly to reassure him. “I’ll run because I love you too much. I-I can’t lose you either.” You pulled him closer by the neck and crushed your lips against his.
“I love you.” He shed a tear as he whispered against your lips. “You hear me. I love you.” He breathed out. “I love you, so so much.”
“I love you, more.” Your voice cracked as your lips moved together.
-
After your moment together, you quickly composed yourselves and quickly made your way down the steps. Peter let go of your hand as he walked over to start on the device for Electro. You grabbed another glass and filled it with fresh water. You hadn’t forgotten that Norman had asked for some, so you quickly made your way into the storage room where he was writing down equations and what looked like formulas.
“How does it feel Norman?” Otto asked him. “You’re about to become whole again.” He nodded. “No more, darker half. Just you.”
“Just me.” Norman trailed off. He stood still for a second before turning around slowly to reciprocate the smile that Otto gave him.
“Knock, knock.” You tapped your knuckles against the door. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” You chuckled nervously.
“Ahh Y/n, no of course not. Come in come in.” Norman ushered you forward.
“I got that water you asked for. Sorry, it took so long. Peter made me drop the first glass.”
“S’alright. Better late than never right?” He nudged your shoulder.
“Y-Yeah…right.”
“So…glitter bombs huh?” Norman smirked. You closed your eyes groaning. “All in good fun dear girl.”
“I’m guessing Peter told you about the science fair.” You scratched your head with your finger.
“Indeed he did. He also told me how remarkably intelligent you are. Aluminum pressure tanks, hall effect sensors.” You felt your cheeks heat up as he listed off the built of your bomb. “Incredible…smart girl!” He praised you. “I believe Peter’s described your bomb as, harmless but effective.” He smiled gently.
“Yeah, I mainly built it for fun. A little surprise for burglars. Harmless where it can’t endanger anyone, yet effective enough to get the message across.” You half-heartedly laughed.
“Ahh yes, by covering them in sparkles and glitter.” He hummed.
“What else would I cover them in?” You furrowed your brows, feeling sort of uneasy under his stare. You laughed to lighten up the mood thinking he was just teasing, but what he asked next startled you.
“Have you ever considered turning them into real bombs?”
“Excuse me?” You tilted your head.
“Ya know, giving them an upgrade.” He shrugged nonchalantly thinking it was a simple thing to say.
“No.” You said firmly. “They’re not supposed to cause any harm. They’re-”
“Harmless and effective, yes.” He hummed again. Eyeing you were narrowed eyes. “But imagine if they were more effective and useful in a dangerous situation…”
“I-I’ve never had to rely on them though. Peter always-”
“Keeps you out of harm’s way?”
You nodded yes.
“How chivalrous of him.” He chuckled. “But- what happens when you can’t always rely on him, what then?”
“I-” You were about to give him an earful, but stopped yourself. What would you do if you couldn’t rely on him to save you? “I-I don’t know…” You finally answered.
“He’s lucky to have you, ya know.” Norman smiled at you. You looked over at him, the corner of your lips turning upward. “It’s good to have someone who knows the ins and outs, the risks, and how truly dangerous it is to be a superhero.” You felt small under his gaze. “You balance each other out well…” And that was all he said.
“Well, I’m lucky to have him.” You tilted your head. Then excuse yourself from the room. You smiled gently over at Otto then left the room.
“What was that all about?” Otto questioned him.
“Just making small talk.” Norman smirked.
-
You had almost collided with Peter when you were exiting the room.
“Ugh.”
“Oof.” You both groaned, but he steadied you to prevent you from falling.
“Hey, woah, you okay?” Peter’s eyes grew with worry. He noticed how shaken you were. “What happened? What’s wrong?” He glanced over your shoulder into the room you practically ran out of. You quickly shook your head. You didn’t want him to worry about something silly. So you brushed it off even if you felt like something was wrong.
“N-Nothing…I-I’m fine, promise.” You hoped he wouldn’t see past your fake ass smile.
“You sure?” He rubbed your arms up and down gently.
“Yeah…” You nodded again. “I-I’m gonna go find, May- have her make me some tea maybe…” You walked around him. Your back was turned to him, but he stopped you.
“Y/n.”
You turned around. “Mhmm?” Your eyes watch him with patience.
“Love you.” He muttered softly.
“Love you more.” You smiled then frown as you watched him turn around first this time and disappear into the room with Otto…and also Norman.
-
“Something feels off.” Max shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He looked down at the device Peter had placed on his chest.
“What do you mean?” William asked.
“I don’t like this…”
“Leave it alone. The sooner you guys get through this, the sooner we go home.”
Beep.
Another green light lit up, filling up the circle.
-
Peter had been in a trance writing formulas out to try and test for Norman’s serum when he felt his spider-sense go off. His eyes widened, and his breathing increased. He stood up abruptly feeling a need to find you and May immediately.
“Peter, what’s wrong?” Otto asked him in concern.
“I don’t know…” He walked out of the room feeling like everything was dialed up to eleven. “M-May…Y/n.” He called out to you. You looked up from the book you carried with you and got up instantly hearing worry in his voice.
“What is it, Peter?” May waved around some sage in the air. You followed behind her.
“Peter?” You furrowed your brows. You walked past May on the steps and walked up behind him. You gently placed one of your hands on his shoulder. “Hey talk to me, what’s wrong?”
You all stood there in anticipation waiting for him to say something. He looked around frantically. Feeling nervous and scared at the same time. He spared a glance to Max.
“What’s going on?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Max eyed him, feeling uneasy as the boy stared at him.
“Peter?” Everyone’s voices felt distant. As though a muffler were placed over his ears.
He took a deep breath, making himself relax. He opened them up, grunting as he shot a web out. Norman’s hand was now stuck to Dum-E.
Your breath hitched as Norman slowly turned his gaze onto Peter. Your book fell out of your grasp, thumping against the floor.
“That’s some neat trick…” Norman’s voice sounded deeper. “That sense of yours…”
“Norman?” Otto stepped forward, hoping to reach his friend.
“Norman’s on sabbatical, honey.” The goblin smirked.
“The hell?” Max eyed the man standing before him.
“The goblin…” Peter whispered.
Peter’s eyes hardened as he stared at Norman. He slowly looked over to May silently communicating with her. She slowly backed away and rushed over to grab your tote bag and the two serums they had been working on. As for you. You stepped closer to Peter. Hiding behind him like a shy scared kid meeting a stranger for the first time. Peter wrapped his right arm around your waist and your lower back, pressing you into his back. Your eyes were the only thing the goblin saw.
“No more, darker half, did you really think that I’d let that happen? That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you.”
“You don’t know me.” Peter scoffed.
“Don’t I?” The goblin taunted him.
“I saw how she trapped you…” Peter looked over to May walking back out the room with your bag. “Fighting her holy moral mission.” May appeared. She turned to look at him. This was not the man she was trying to help. She gripped your bag tightly in her right hand.
Peter kept his gaze on Norman. May was tense, but so were you. She looked at Peter, then at you nodding slightly. She didn’t need to say anything to tell you that you needed to get the hell out of there.
“That girlfriend of yours is just as blind as you are.” This made Peter fume as his grip on you tightened feeling protective of you. “She doesn’t know her true potential…hasn’t pushed herself to see what her knowledge and with the right motivation can create. Just from what you told me about her Peter…she’s meant for greater things.” He smirked at you.
“Like what? Making real bombs, and hurting people?” Peter’s eyes widened at your words. Was that why you ran out looking frightened? Because Norman said that to you? “Harmful, yet effective, right? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” You stepped out. “Screw you, I’m good, thanks!” You scowled at him.
“We don’t need you to save us.” The goblin continued, brushing your words off. “We don’t need to be fixed!” He turned and gestured to the device on Max’s chest that was close to turning green. “These are not curses.”
Beep.
“They’re gifts!”
“Norman no…” Otto shook his head.
“Quiet lap dog!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter stared him down.
“I’ve watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose.”
Beep.
“Gods don’t have to choose…we take!” The goblin shook his head, smirking.
“Y/n, May, run!” He released you, pushing you to the door. Without a second thought, you picked up your feet and bolted. May was hot on your heels. You had promised him you’d run, and that’s exactly what you were gonna do.
All hell broke loose.
You and May quickly reached the elevator. She began pressing the button to go down rapidly, but even then an elevator was going to be too slow for you two. You halted turning your head to hear the loud commotion coming from Happy’s complex. You felt a pang in your heart.
“Y/n sweetie, come on. Peter can handle himself.” May looked up watching the lights flickering above you.
“Not alone-” Your voice cracked, as more crashing and bangs made you flinch. You closed your eyes and grunted.
“Y/N.” May used her mom voice on you and gripped your arm and tugged you to the door with the exit sign above it. The stairs would be a lot faster. “Come on!”
You hurried down each step behind her. She took one of the serums out and handed you your bag. “Here, take it. The other serum is in there.” You took the bag and tightened it in your hand like May had done, not wanting it to slip out of your grasp.
-
As soon as you made it out to the lobby. You skidded to a stop and jumped back as the ceiling fell. Two bodies smashed through the ceiling. The rumble had separated you and May. Her standing by the looby entrance and you on the other side where the elevator doors were located. You took out the serum, seeing the Goblin climb on top of your boyfriend.
“Your weakness Peter is morality. It’s choking you!” Goblin mocked him as his hands tightened around his neck. “Can you feel it?” You had taken one look at May before you both ran forward and plunged the serums into his neck. You quickly backed away from the man.
“Ahh!”
“Ugh!” Peter gasped as Norman’s hands released their grip.
You stared in bewilderment as he stood up, unphased. Taking the injections out of his neck and tossing them outside. “It didn’t work.”
You looked over at Peter turning around on his stomach, trying his best to stand up.
“Norman was right. He got it from you…that pathetic-”
“Stop it!” You cried out as he slammed his foot into Peter’s back.
“-sickness!” He leaned down and picked him up. Holding him by his hair. Peter heaved in and out. He couldn’t breathe. He leaned down and leaned in Peter’s ear. “He tried to fix me…”
“M-May- no- May…” Peter grunted. She had yanked down a loose metal-looking mallet hanging from the ceiling.
“Now I’m gonna fix you…” Goblin said this as his hoverboard arrived at the front entrance. Peter’s heart sank.
“Hey!” You yelled. The Goblin had turned around in time for his face to collide with your bag. What had been inside it made him stumble away from Peter a bit. Peter caught himself with his hands as he fell forward.
He tried again. “May run, please.” His voice was disgruntled and raspy. He needed you two to be safe. “Y-Y/n…r-run!” He begged. You had turned around to face him and that had been your first mistake. Your second was letting your guard down. This gave the Goblin an opening to have enough time to grab you and throw you across the lobby like a ragdoll.
“Y/N!” Peter watched in horror as your back collided with the wall. Your head lulling to the side, you were knocked out cold.
The hoverboard came rushing in through the doors. Glass splattering everywhere. May had been hit directly on the back. She was thrown from the impact.
“MAY!”
Peter grunted as the Goblin jumped on the board. He pushed himself up with all the strength he could muster.
“Peter, Peter, Peter. No good deed goes unpunished.” Peter caught Norman’s eyes looking over at you unconscious, and May laying on the ground in pain. “You’ll thank me later.” He smirked and threw one of his pumpkin bombs in the air.
“No!” Peter threw himself in the air as he tried to catch the bomb. His fingertips had only brushed against the bomb…then it set off. Throwing him back.
-
You were awoken by the sound of a voice talking. You didn’t know how long you were out. All you knew was that pain was currently running up and down your back.
“Y/n? Y/n, hey can you hear me?” He cried, shaking you lightly. You groaned as your eyes opened and closed. “Hey, baby, I’m here. Can you hear my voice?” He sniffled as he brushed a hair out of your face.
You took a deep breath as your eyes opened wide. Your eyes wandered before they settled onto Peter who was crouched down in front of you. “P-Pete?”
“Oh thank god.” He choked up. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Oh, you’re okay. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Norm-” You began to panic, sitting up straighter, but Peter made you rest against the wall by pushing on your shoulder.
“He got away, he’s not here.” Peter shook his head. “We’re okay. You’re okay.”
“I knew…” You winched as you tried sitting up then gulped. “I knew something was off about him- I-I should have told you I wasn’t fine-” You hiccuped. “H-He kept talking about m-my glitter bomb.” God, he should have never told him about that. His head fell down. One of his hands fell on your legs, rubbing it slowly. You were looking around at the mess. The whole lobby was unrecognizable. Then you realized…You noticed quickly that you couldn’t feel any mobility in your legs. You looked down at Peter’s hand rubbing against your leggings and you whimpered. Peter lifted his head hearing you cry. He gave you a once over, then reached forward to cup your face.
“Y/n, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Where are you in pain?”
“I-I can’t-” You shook your head. “I-I can’t feel my legs, Peter.” Peter looked down at your legs. They looked still. He felt a pang in his heart. He slowly placed his hand at the tip of your shoes and squeezed. He looked up in question, but you continued shaking your head. He moved back up closer to you, trying to find where you could have gotten hurt. He moved his head to look at your back. He lifted your shirt just a tad bit and right then and there he wanted to cry. His heart broke seeing purple and red combined. He touched you lightly and pulled his hand towards him. The red drops of blood were darker than his own suit. Your spinal cord must’ve taken the blow, and now you were bleeding out. He clenched his jaw to try and keep his cool.
“W-What?” You shivered. “What’s wrong? You okay?” He only shook his head no. No, he was far from okay. “H-How bad is it…P-Pete?” You slowly reached out with your left hand to grasp his hand tightly. Yet, it felt weak to Peter though. “Peter?”
“S-Somebody help I need an ambulance! Please, somebody, help us!” He yelled out again like he had with May. Though no one was coming to help him save his loved ones…and that pained him.
“What happened?”
He took a deep breath and turned back to look at you. He reached forward caressing your cheeks lovingly. Smiling like everything was okay. “Nothing happened, you’re okay, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, and I’m gonna get you to a doctor, and they’ll fix you up, and you’ll be good as new again!” He nodded. He wanted so hard to believe the words that slipped past his mouth, but he just needed you to stay awake for him, yet you didn’t show any signs of being tired.
You could see right through him though. He was trying so hard not to cry. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears slipped. You opened them to look up at the ceiling. Blinking away your watery eyes.
“Where’s M-May?” Your voice rasped. You were going in and out of consciousness when you heard him plead for her to open her eyes.
“N-No.” He shook his head. His face scrunched in pain. This made you break down. He continued caressing you. He was calm as long as he heard your heart still beating.
“I-I’m sorry.” A tear fell down your cheek. Peter immediately looked up, shaking his head.
“W-What are you sorry for, huh?” He half-heartedly laughed. His voice cracked as he kept caressing you.
“I-I said…I said I wouldn’t be a he-hero.” Your lips trembled. “I said-” You swallowed down the knot in your throat. “I said I’d run and I didn’t.” You let out a sob.
“This is not your fault, do you hear me?” He held your face. “This was all Norman, not you.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple as silent cries slipped past your lips. “This is not your fault.”
Thoomp-thump.
Thoomp-thump.
Healthy, strong, and beating, it’s still healthy, strong, and beating. He kept reminding himself.
He looked at the lobby’s front entrance where a swat team was waiting for him. Guns were being pulled out. He didn’t like the looks of it. Your breathing was still regulating normally, that was a good thing, right? You were alive and that was enough to ease him. He continued to stare at the entrance while his thumb kept sliding back and forth across your left cheek.
You had your head to the side. You weren’t saying anything, but from the rise and fall of your chest was slowing, he could tell you were having trouble getting air.
“Hey, you okay? Where else does it hurt?” He wiped away the dirt that smudged on your right cheek. “Y/n-”
“-S-Shhh.” You furrowed your brows, focusing your ears on that stupid ticking noise. “W-What is that?” You croaked. You were growing tired and that noise was driving you to insanity. “W-Where’s that coming from?” Peter looked at you confused. He let go of your hand and stood up slowly.
“What’s what?” He looked around the lobby.
“Listen.”
He moved around walking over some of the rubble. “Y/n, I don’t hear anything.” He shook his head.
“Just listen…t-tick, tick, tick.” You made the sounds as you looked left and right. Why the hell did it sound so close?
He strained his ears finally being able to hear it. “What is that?” You were right, there was something ticking. “Where’s it coming from?” Peter started furiously looking under pieces of rubble, his heart started picking up. He did not like the sound of it. If there was another bomb in the room with you two…he had to find it.
You watched him panic as he grunted. You could still hear it even with him throwing pieces of concrete around. You finally strained your ears more and suddenly looked to your left. You noticed a red dot blinking against the cotton fabric of your tote bag. You held your breath as you shakingly reached for the handle and tugged it closer.
“Why is it getting louder?” He exclaimed as he tugged at his hair with his hands. He sighed, then looked back to see you pull out something from your bag. It was the fucking bomb! He felt his flight or fight response kick in and scurried to you. He groaned, holding his side where his ribs were broken. He pressed two middle fingers down to shoot out a web, but nothing came out. He was out… He hopped on his good side trying to reach you. “Y/n!”
You gasped for air seeing the timer on 2 seconds. You looked up with wide eyes, feeling your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach. “Peter!” You cried as you threw the device in your hands. Yet when it hit zero it exploded, just like any bomb would. The blast sent you both back. It made your head collide with the wall. Your eyes wavered as you groaned in agony. There was a slight ringing in your ears. You reached up weakly touching the tips of your ears only to pull your hand back slowly to see blood. The blast threw Peter back. He gasped as he landed on his back. You were feeling dazed, your vision becoming slightly blurry, you heaved slowly trying to breathe. You couldn’t. You heard the sound of cracking and breaking, suddenly. You slowly looked up and felt scared as the ceiling above you started falling. “P-Pet-”
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Peter didn’t know how long he had been knocked out. Woke up in shock. He was sweating and everything hurt.
“Y-Y/n…” He croaked out your name as he rolled over. He gasped for air as he made himself get up. The blast had caused more concrete to fall from the ceiling making it harder for him to reach you. He had to climb over a few pieces of rubble before his eyes caught sight of you. “N-No!” He yelled out in agony as he pushed himself forward. He grunted as he threw the rubble that fell on you. He breathed heavily as soon as he removed the last piece off of you. He choked back a sob, seeing the sight of you. Your ears were bleeding and so was your nose. Your neck had been curled in on itself. He shook his head whimpering. “Y-Y/n…” No response. “Hey, can you hear me? It’s P-Peter. Y-Y/n?” He let out a stifled sob. He held your face gently, turning it so he could take a good look at you. “Please!” He shook you just slightly. “Please look at me, please. Open your eyes for me, yeah? Let me see those y/e/c eyes…just let me see them. Please!” He begged and begged and begged. “What are you doing? Can you just wake up and talk to me, please. Let me hear your voice one more time, yeah? Please…please- say something.” He realized just how quiet the open space felt. His body shook as he fell forward on you.
…..
…..
…..
…..
Silence had taken over the rhythm of your thuds. He couldn’t hear your heart beating anymore. A strangled sob released from his body. He yelled out in agony, punching the wall next to you. He made an indent. He could feel his knuckles throb, but he didn’t care. He sobbed, pulling his fist away from the wall. He looked up at the ceiling, blinking away tears, then he looked down at your limp body. He placed his hands back on your face removing any loose strands of hair that covered your eyes.
“It’s okay…It’s okay.” He squeezed his eyes shut. You weren’t gonna be okay and it was all his fault. “You’re okay now, you’re okay.” He raised his head to kiss your temple. “I-I love you.” He whispered over and over. “I love you, I Iove you so much.”
“Peter, run!” Happy had yelled out as he was shoved up against the hood of his own car.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kissed your temple over and over, even giving you one on your cheek, and then a soft yet slow chaste one on your chapped lips. He pulled back caressing you and running his thumbs over your cheeks again. “I’m so sorry…”
“Alright Parker come out with your hands up!”
“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry!” He got up as soon as bullets started being fired at him. He checked himself to see if he had gotten grazed, but he hadn’t…and then he bolted with one last glance at you laying in the rumble.
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Peter ran to the only place he felt the safest. The roof of Midtown High. It was the only place that he felt would bring him some peace of mind, but nothing was bringing him any peace knowing that you and May were dead. He had never felt more alone than he did on that roof. So when his two best friends arrived. He looked over at them before breaking down altogether once more. They immediately fell down to his side. Soothing and holding him. Telling him reassuring things that they hoped would calm him down, but nothing was going to soothe the ache in his heart.
MJ had been the first to notice your absence. Her head lifted as an uneasy feeling wrapped around her giving her goosebumps. From the lack of your presence and the heartbroken look Peter had. It wasn’t hard to figure out, she didn’t want to say anything though. She didn’t want her worst fears to be true.
Yet instead, Ned was the one to ask.
“P-Peter…where’s Y/n?” Ned looked around the roof for any sign of you, but as he looked back at Peter’s torn guilt look. He felt his heart tear in two. Peter shook his head as he curled his arms around his knees tighter. He sobbed, letting his head fall forward.
“I-I couldn’t save them…” His body shook. MJ placed a hand over her mouth as tears threatened to spill. This day just kept getting worse, and now you were gone. “I-I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t get to her in time. S-She’s dead because of me.” He clutched his head tightly as the voices in his head kept building up and screaming at him. “May and Y/n are dead because of me.” He just wanted them to go away. “Why!” MJ and Ned wrapped their arms around him. It was your voice, his, and Norman’s combined. Just one after the other, taunting him, mocking him, and breaking him.
What kind of bomb was this, again?
I-I think she actually has one with her right now. It’s in her bag.
She’s pretty.
H-Hey.
You need anything?
I-I can’t feel my legs.
What’s wrong?
N-Nothing…I-I’m fine, promise.
It’s in her bag.
What kind of bomb was this, again?
I knew…I knew something was off about him- I-I should have told you I wasn’t fine.
Nothing is gonna happen to me.
She’s pretty.
…in her bag.
W-What is that?
Just listen…t-tick, tick, tick.
What kind of bomb was this, again?
TICK.
Nothing is gonna happen to me.
TICK.
It’s healthy, and strong, and beating, and that’s all that really matters to me. You’re all that matters to me.
TICK.
Harmful, yet effective, right? That’s what you want, isn’t it?
TICK.
Where’d you go?
I was just listening…
To what? My heart?
THOOMP-THUMP.
THOOMP-THUMP.
TICK.
That’s all that really matters.
TICK.
Everything’s gonna be okay.
TICK.
Be okay…
TICK
All that really matters to me.
TICK.
Nothing….
NOTHING…
NOTHING is gonna happen to me.
Nothing…
I love you.
I love you too much to ever put you through that kind of pain.
TICK.
Ned and MJ noticed him tense up, they moved back as his head slowly lifted. He stared off into the night. His jaw clenched and his face hardened.
“Peter?” MJ grew worried by his silence. “Peter, talk to us?” Something had gone off in him to be acting this way.
“Peter, man?” Ned furrowed his eyes.
Peter!
BOOM.
“I’m gonna kill ‘em…” His voice rasped.
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Extra Scene:
Though Peter felt that getting vengeance for you and May was the answer. His other two former Spider-Man told him that there had been something to fight for. That you and May hadn’t died for nothing. Peter 2 had managed to prevent him from killing Norman. What good would killing him have done if everyone else had been cured except him? So with all the anger left inside him, he had plunged the serum into Norman’s neck and watched as he was cured. It wasn’t going to bring you back, but he had helped him, he helped them all…and now no one knew who he was.
He had to find a new place to live and he had ended up renting from Mr. Ditkovich, a somewhat decent landlord…not really. The place was run-down, but it was going to be his home. For how long, he wasn’t sure. At least he got the place looking somewhat decent by the end of the night.
Peter was moving around some boxes, the box contained some of his and your stuff combined that he would go through later, but as he clumsy set it down, there was a swish of something sliding across the floor. He caught sight of something white and walked away with another box now in his hands to another spot in the small apartment, but he quickly halted in his step. He did a double-take seeing the slip of notebook paper on the ground. He set the box with some of his stuff down and walked over to pick it up. It was folded in half hiding the written content. He opened up the fold and he had never felt pain strike him so badly the way seeing your handwriting did. He sat on the edge of the bed. His thumb smoothed over your swirls and loops. He couldn’t be upset about the fact he found this certain piece of paper though. If anything it made him laugh a little, something he hadn’t done in a while. He smiled genuinely seeing the ridiculous title you had tried giving the list: Y/n & Peter’s Super Duper Spidey-Tastic, SAFE, CRAZY ASS, SAFE, BADASS, SAFE Bucket List.
He shook his head thinking back to the time where he kept fighting you for the stupid black pen, he tried to reason with you about how you two should make the bucket list safe for your sake, but you weren’t having none of it. You still ended up crossing out his added words.
“You’re staring.” You had peeked an eye open, having just woken up. You had briefly made eye contact with Peter, who had been leaning on his arm watching you sleep like the weirdo he was.
“I’m admiring.“
"Staring-”
“-Taking you all in because you’re beautiful.” He leaned down to peck your lips but you groaned.
“I have morning breath.” You laughed trying to shove him away.
“Don’t care…” He leaned in capturing your lips with his own. He hummed softly, savoring the slow kiss. He pulled back and smiled down at you. “What do you wanna do today?”
“Mmmm…” You looked off wondering what you and Peter could do to drag out the day ahead of you.
“We could go to Mr. Delmars for sandwiches, a picnic in the park, I could swing us to the tallest view in the city again?” All his suggestions sounded amazing but you thought something new could be fun.
“W-Why don’t we make a bucket list?” You shied away from his eyes only to have him gently turn your chin to look at him.
“A bucket list…”
“I-I know it’s stupid forget-”
“No, no, no. It’s actually– a great idea!” He got up all excited and sat back.
“Really?”
“Yeah!” He exclaimed.
“Okay, okay.” You sat up too. Your smile grew by the millisecond.
“What would we even do?” Peter chuckled, scratching his head. He had no clue what you two would even write down.
“Umm…” You furrowed your brows. Your tongue was poking against your cheek in thought. “Huh? Um, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” You giggled.
“Like we always do.” Peter’s eyes met yours.
“Like we always do…” You nodded. Your eyes widened as he reached forward to wrap his arms alright your waist.
“Argh, come here you.” He had pulled you on top of him. His head was now against your pillows. He laughed as you pushed yourself up so as to not crush him. “Hi.” His eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Hi there.” You giggled.
“I love you.” He leaned forward to peck your lips.
Warmth had spread all over you. Your eyes crinkled at the edges too. You smiled down at the brunette with nothing but love for him.
“I love you too.” You leaned down and pecked his lips.
Tears spilled on the piece of paper after realizing you guys never really did get to do anything, except one, on the list. He could recall how excited you were to do all these things, now it felt like you two wrote it all for nothing. He thought of crumbling up the paper, but the last thing on the list made him choke out a sob. The ink had been different from the rest of the nine things on the list. A bit more harsh than your typical delicate looking penmanship. He felt his heart skip realizing that you had added it at a different point and time. You wrote the last item on your own accord because it was something you had wanted to do. It was something you hoped to possibly make happen one day. You loved him so much, and this only added to it.
1. See a show on Broadway
2. Save up for a place in Brooklyn
3. Horse carriage around NY in December
4. Try new ice cream flavors
5. Drive through Brooklyn bridge
6. Let Y/n try on the Spider-Man Suit
7. Take a picture together at every tallest point
8. Skate at the Rockefeller center both dressed as Spider-Man
9. Get matching tattoos
10. Get married after college
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Peter sniffled, bringing the list up to his lips, kissing it gently. He was going to have to live with the guilt for the rest of his life. He was going to have to adjust to waking up and turning over on his other side only to remember that you wouldn’t be lying there sleeping peacefully next to him, and he was going to have to learn to be okay with that. You’d remain a memory, a constant reminder that your smile would no longer grace others, and you’d remain in his heart. The only safe place he could protect you from here on out.
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𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍—𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄!
feat. toman boys [mikey, draken, baji, kazutora, chifuyu, pah-chin & takemitchi] + gn!reader - crack (0.9k+)
request: thanks 😭 so its probably not very unique but i've never seen tokyo revengers escape room fics and im sure it would be really chaotic to get in one especially with the toman first gen boys hehe
nana's note: LMFAOOO i would pay money to see baji in an escape room, i don't think anything could beat that on a comedic level, sorry kei :p !!! also i have like ZERO experience w/ escape rooms so im kinda talking out of my ass—i hope things make sense 🫶 👍
this would genuinely be so, so fucking chaotic i can't even guys LMAOOO
they're all so ready to go and crack the case and escape real fast because "chifuyu's with us, and like, draken too i guess."
"OH, YOU GUESS?" -draken, with a vein bulging out his temple
you and the guys decided that the easiest way to do this was to split up into pairs and look for clues/hints together
here's a breakdown: mikey + draken, pah + mitsuya, kazutora + baji + chifuyu, you + takemitchi
"thank fucking god i'm paired up with mitsuya 'cause my shit for brains ain't gonna do much with kazutora." -pah with a triumph smile
"PAH???? PLEASE??" -kazutora in complete disbelief
"AHAHAHHA—WAIT, SHIT HE'S IN MY GROUP." -baji, with his hair tied up because he's fucking ready
chifuyu is rubbing his temple at this point
"WE'RE ALL IN THE SAME ROOM, SHUT THE FUCK UP." -mitsuya with a growing headache
"guys we need to start the clock is fucking ticking!!!" -you, as mikey, draken, and takemitchi are DYING of laughter
the staff have to settle you all down and explain the rules, time limits, and hint system before letting you into the room with a final cheerful 'good luck!'
the group laughs out loud as pah and mikey somberly wave goodbye to the crew, eyes fixed on the door shutting with a loud SLAM and lock
the group of you gape as you walk around the humongous room filled with props and setups that resembled a haunted mansion of an older era - it was quite beautiful really, but something about it made you and takemitchi shiver
first thing everyone noticed, was the huge closet that was locked and required a specific code to undo the chains that held it tightly shut
it was evident that the task was to find out a code somehow, and so each pair began investigating the room
some spoke up when they came across something of mild interest—only to find out it served no real purpose
mikey keeps on mentioning that they should ask for a clue but baji and kazutora claimed they didn’t want to look like pussies just 20 minutes in
a few moments later, chifuyu notices papers sticking out of certain books along the walls; he collects them all and shows his partners to which baji screeches:
“GUYS!!!! THERE’S A BUNCH OF LETTERS HERE!!”
he waves the pile like a flag and kazutora’s jumping up and down in excitement, shaking baji’s shoulders with a grin
chifuyu, who actually found the letters: lmfao k den bitch
the rest of the group huddles together and split up the letters to read
draken suggests that the numbers hidden within the letters are important for the code: “maybe there’s a specific sequence of some kind? each letter has one number.”
mitsuya’s head perks up and he leaves the group to rummage through something at the back—pah is all like “where are you going? wait where are you going, mitsuya please tell me where you’re going.” BECAUSE THIS MF IS SO LOST LMAOOO
“i found this collection of stamps by the coffee table, each one has a number on it but they’re not numerical order” mitsuya says, offering the box to takemitchi’s open hands
he picks each one up and inspects it closely, the stamps were from 1-5 but as mitsuya had mentioned, they weren’t in order
kazutora grabs them out of takemitchi’s hand with a cheeky grin, “MAYBE they correspond with the numbers in the letters?”
he puffs his chest out, before baji slams his palm flat on it with “YEAH, no shit sherlock. it doesn’t take a fucking genius to assume that.”
everyone just bursts out in laughter as kazutora physically deflates and lays on the ground: “fine, then you guys solve it.”
everyone shoots out possible strategies and solutions, but none of them work out every time you attempt to change the numbers
and baji gets so irritated and starts complaning like "god damn this shit is so hard it's making my ponytail fall apart" LIKE WHAT???
then there's pah: “BRO MY ASS HURTS LIKE HELL!”
“??? then stand up ????” -draken and mitsuya
“WHY WOULD I STAND UP WHEN YOU ARE ALL SITTING DOWN, I’M APART OF THIS TOO.”
you laugh, shaking your head at your friends
but you also find yourself getting increasingly irked as time ticks by
“uhhh you sure we’re not missing something?”
“i don’t know! why don’t you go ask an expert, idiot?”
“EXACTLY!” mikey yells, “let’s ask an expert,” he winks, signalling with his head to the big, bright red clue button on the wall
“it wouldn’t hurt right?” he scrunches his nose, trying to work his so-called adorable looks on the rest of the group
everyone looks around, and no one lets out a single complaint
mikey squeals as he stands, sauntering over to the other side of the room
and just as he raises his hand to press on the button, a loud alarm calls:
“TIME LIMIT REACHED, ESCAPE FAILED. YOU MAY NOW EXIT UPON STAFF INSTRUCTION.”
THE LOOK ON EVERYONE’S FACES IS JUST FUCKING (⊙⊙)(☉_☉)(⊙⊙)
I CAN NOT
everyone is just sitting down like a bunch of ducks staring at the door which is about to open
“WAIT WHAT THE FUCK? NOOOOO—”
“hi everyone! hope you enjoyed playing, you may now exit and grab your belongings from the cubbies outside. please come and try again next time!”
ya’ll just fucking walk out like a bunch of sad children who couldn’t prove themselves smart enough despite having NINE PEOPLE AHFHADFJSD
“wow that was so fun, so uh can we get food now please i’m starving.”
“MIIIIKEEEY!!!!” -everyone
sigh, maybe go to an arcade next time or something <3
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reblogs and comments are very appreciated!
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Fam
Plot: Your exchange student “brother” from Australia is graduating. Unbeknownst to him, you and your mom have planned to surprise him after his ceremony. It may have been an unexpected meeting, but he considered you family after bonding with you.
Characters: High School Graduate!Felix (SKZ) x Former Exchange Student Host Family!Reader (female), including mentions of other SKZ members.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Years ago on my birthday, I posted this drabble and it was my first Stray Kids writing ever. While I had a sequel kicking around in my head for some time, I never could get the details together with proper planning and time. My birthday gift to everyone who supported or visited this account.
Many thanks to @xiubaek-13 for answering all of my questions regarding graduation in the Australian high school system!
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“Talking to a secret girlfriend?”
Felix jerked his head up from his phone and looked over his shoulder to see that his sister Olivia trying to read his screen. He shook his head and pointed to the name at the top of the chat. The younger sister peered at the screen and sighed when she saw it was you, AKA the girl who was part of the host family when he went overseas for an exchange program in high school.
“She’s not my secret girlfriend,” Felix said, “She’s kinda like another sister from another country.”
“But you already have two sisters!” Olivia joked, pretending to look hurt. “Does Mum know?”
Before he could respond, the pair were interrupted by their parents, who were calling them to dinner. Olivia headed for the kitchen and Felix quickly shut his phone off and left it on his nightstand.
After he met you when you came home from college one weekend, it had been awkward at first, as you had not been warned about your mom taking in an exchange student while your brother was in Australia. Eventually, both of you found common ground in music and bonded over shared interests during the course of his exchange program. You weren’t always around, due to college, but you had started to stop home to visit your mom and him more often until his last day in your country. Now he was about to graduate from high school and you were finished with college and working a job in a radio station.
“Y/N, thanks for filling in for Jacob,” your manager said as he stopped you in the hallway. “If you’d like, we can slot you in for mixing on some of our newer programs.”
“Thanks,” you responded. “I’m definitely interested. Oh, before I forget, did you see my e-mail about vacation?”
He pulled out his work phone and checked the e-mails for the information. His thumb pressed your e-mail and he nodded as he looked up. “Yeah that’s fine with me. Jacob said he’s starting to feel better and we should have enough people to cover for you. Where you going?”
“Australia,” you shared.
“Funny, I always wanted to go,” your manager mused. “Don’t forget a jacket - it ain’t summer there – they get winter now. Real confusing from what I’ve heard.”
You gave a mock salute and walked to your desk to retrieve your bag. You pulled out your car keys and checked your phone for missed messages.
Mom
Hi honey, are you bringing your shampoo in your checked bag? I couldn’t remember if you said you were or if you were relying on the travel sized bottles.
Sent 15:31 PM
Y/N
Hi mom, yes I’m checking my shampoo – we can share so you don’t have to waste room in your suitcase. Also packing the same lotion you use.
Sent 19:07 PM
Do you need me to pick anything else up on the way home?
Sent 19:07 PM
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“So who’s coming?”
“Mum, Dad, my sisters,” Felix mused as he ticked off the names of people coming to the graduation. “Nana and Granddad said they can’t make it, but that’s okay.”
“I really wish I could make it,” Chan sighed as he moved the phone to his other ear. “I’m really sorry about my schedule – work said I had it off, but then they tell me someone’s got an emergency and I have to cover.”
Felix shook his head and insisted it was fine. “It’s just high school, no big deal.”
“But didn’t you get, like, honors too or something?”
“It’s not a big deal,” Felix replied. “We can hang afterwards.”
“Auntie and Uncle taking you for dinner? Where you guys going?” Chan asked.
“Umm not sure actually,” Felix confessed. “They said it was a surprise, but that I’ll really like it.”
Chan paused and he crinkled his brows after hearing his cousin’s reply. Surprise dinner? To him that was a little odd – come to think of it, he couldn’t recall the last time his aunt and uncle pulled off some kind of surprise before. Not that they were bad at keeping surprises or something, but he didn’t think surprising people or their own kids was their style.
“Did we lose connection?” Felix asked.
Chan quickly apologized and explained he spaced out for a moment. “I’m sure it will be fun, wherever they planned dinner I mean. Hey, I’ll let you go – I need to work on a sample for Binnie. He’s trying to work on something for a deadline and wanted my help.”
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“You have the address right?”
You waved your phone around and with your free hand, you retrieved a physical print-out of the directions from your bag. “I know how you are about using my phone and the possibility of a bad signal or something, so I killed a tree and brought the directions on a printout.”
Mom relaxed when she heard your response and followed you to the rental car area to pick up the car. “It’s a shame we can’t attend the actual ceremony, but rules are rules. I heard that extended family were limited as well!”
“Think about it Mom,” you said as you searched for the shuttle to the rental car office. “If every student invited their whole extended family, they would run out of viewing room for the event. It’s not like back home where they sometimes rent a bigger venue to do the ceremony.” You found the stop for the rental car shuttle and waited near the attendant’s post for the next one to arrive.
Mom put her bag down next to yours and she checked her watch for the time. “We should have enough time to stop at the hotel, freshen up, and then get to dinner. Oh that reminds me, I need to text your father and brother about where to find the meals I left them.”
“Maybe tell them to open a window in case they burn the food,” you joked.
“Your brother did try to improve his cooking,” your mom reminded you. “His exchange mother told me she had him in the kitchen every night for dinner.”
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“I gotta admit, that was kinda boring,” Han confessed once the ceremony ended. He loosened his tie and looked over at Felix who was trying to find his family. “Doing anything afterwards?”
“Dinner,” Felix replied. “You?”
“Probably gonna eat at home and work on some tracks I’ve had in my drafts,” Han confessed. “Dad’s working late and Mom didn’t want to go out without him, so I said we can skip the fancy dinner.” He watched as Felix looked around for his family and nudged him. “You know they’re not here, right? I’m talking about your exchange student family, not your real one.”
“I didn’t think they could make it,” Felix confessed. “Y/N’s got a job and her mom’s got the brother back. Y/N’s dad travels a lot for work too, so yeah. I really didn’t see him all the time when I stayed with them.”
“Ah but I’m sure they’re happy for you,” Han added. “Hey, take pics of your food – I wanna live vicariously through you while I eat cold pizza at home.”
“Why not order fresh?”
“Don’t wanna toss the leftovers – it’s Domino’s!” Han protested.
Felix rolled his eyes and bid his friend goodbye as he pushed his way through the sea of students trying to find their parents and family. He spotted Olivia and made a beeline for the seating area where they were.
“Dad’s getting the car so we can just go to the restaurant,” Olivia explained. “Don’t ask me for spoilers – I don’t know and Rachel doesn’t either. We’re all in the dark about where we’re going for dinner.”
“Wonder what the big secret is with this place,” Felix murmured.
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“Felix was that Han next to you at the ceremony?”
“Um yeah Mum, he’s not doing anything tonight,” Felix explained. “Said his parents weren’t able to make plans, but he’s okay with it I guess.”
“Aww I wish we had known – he could have joined us,” Mrs. Lee sighed.
“I’m not sure they would have accommodated the last minute change to the reservation though,” Mr. Lee reminded his wife. “Hey, I’ll let you out here and I’ll go park. It should be under my name.”
Felix followed his sisters out of the car and Mrs. Lee headed to the entrance to check in. He held the door open for his sisters and a couple leaving the restaurant, then entered the restaurant. The place didn’t look familiar and the name didn’t ring a bell. He tried to recall if any of his friends talked about any hot restaurants they wanted to try some day, but gave up when none came to mind.
“Yes we can seat you now and when your husband gets here, we can direct him to your table,” the host explained. He picked up some menus and and asked the family to follow him. “Some of your party already checked in.”
What?
Felix frowned when he heard that comment and he hurried to follow the host. That couldn’t be right. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles couldn’t come today and even Cousin Chan wasn’t available. (Unless the latter lied and brought their mutual friend Changbin as a surprise.)
The host rounded the corner and stepped to the side while using his free arm to gesture to the table in front of him. Felix stopped short once he rounded the corner and he blinked when he saw who was sitting at the reserved table.
Your mom stood up from her seat and smiled warmly at Felix, before greeting Mrs. Lee and thanking her for the invitation. You pushed yourself out of your chair and started to make your way around the table, but were crushed by Felix running to give you a big hug.
“I thought you were working,” Felix half-whispered.
“Got time off and Mom had some travel points to use,” you explained. “Your mom invited us but wanted to make it a big surprise.”
Olivia nudged Rachel and shook her head. “Told you he replaced us.”
“What?!” Felix sputtered. “I did not!”
“I’m just his host family pen pal I guess,” you responded with a shrug. “Believe me, he talked a lot about both of you and how much he missed you. Wish I could have said the same for my brother, but yeah.”
Your mom threw you a cross look and you sighed as you mumbled that your brother was okay. “I’ll pretend I care about the little gremlin,” you sighed. You looked over at Felix’s sisters and added that they were lucky to have him as a brother.
The pair exchanged a look and Rachel pretended to look thoughtful. “Well come to mention it, we were thinking of trading him in–”
“Hey!” Felix protested.
“We’re only kidding Lix,” Olivia reassured him. “Come on, let’s order – I’m hungry.”
Felix took a seat next to you and cupped his hand under his chin. “So what’s new since I left?”
#Stray Kids Felix#SKZ Felix#Lee Felix#SKZ AU#yourkeeperoftherunners original#tw: exchange student#tw: international travel#number 3202
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Harry was awake and making breakfast before the sun was breaking the horizon the morning of the twenty-fourth. He made a full English breakfast with a side of cinnamon rolls because Louis had said he wanted cinnamon rolls a few days ago. It took enough time out of the morning that by the time he was finished it was reasonable time to wake the kids up considering they had to leave for Louis' families soon. After waking both kids up he sent them to wake up Louis while he finished setting out their outfits for today and making sure everything was packed in the Murano along with the kids' tablets, so they had them for the drive. He was just finishing setting the table with the food when Louis came down with Maddie and Freddie.
"If I'm good with your baby brother and sister, can I get a sister sooner?"
"I think a baby is the perfect birthday present Papa."
"Do you hear this, Harry? All morning they've been talking about a baby."
"Guys we have already told you there will be no baby for quite some time. Trust me I am doing everything to make sure of that. We do not need a pregnant Louis filled with hormones this Spring and Summer. Especially Summer."
"But Daddy I want a little sister." Maddie pouted
"And I wanted to sleep in with my fiancé, but alas kids and birthday boy has to eat, and we have to drive an hour to Doncaster on one of the busiest and most dangerous days of travel. So, sit down and eat up so we can get on the road." Harry said as he guided her to her chair then he pulled out Louis' seat and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you and we could have stopped somewhere on the way if you wanted to sleep in longer."
"For your first birthday here? With me? Absolutely not. I'm still in the spoiling you stage. It'll last for another fifty years I'm afraid. No take backs."
"Maybe twenty years you're almost fifty after all."
"I'm not even thirty you take that back."
"Closer to fifty than I am."
"Sit down and eat your food or else I'll make you drive. December is your attitude month I think."
"It's the cold and the holidays. Makes me stressed and that makes me cranky. The fact my birthday falls into that mess doesn't help."
"Well eat up then we'll get everyone ready, and we'll be on our way. You can sleep for the drive."
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Almost two hours later Harry was getting both kids into the back of the Murano making sure they were the safest they have ever been before. Not that he ever let them not be securely buckled, but this time he made sure to tighten the strap just that much tighter and made sure to check them at least three times before we closed and the door and made sure the security system was activated and the doors were locked. After that he headed to the driver door and got into the seat adjusting it discreetly.
"I am not that short compared to you." Louis said with an eyeroll
"I have long legs." Harry defended, "Alright are we good to go? Anyone has to go potty before we leave?"
"They already did I made sure of it." Louis told him as he looked back at the kids, "We're good let's get there as quickly as possible."
"On that we agree."
The drive to Doncaster wasn't as terrible as they had been prepared for, but neither was it easier and they were thirty minutes later than expect.
"I hope my mother lost all embarrassing photos of me." Louis said as they pulled into the driveway of his childhood home, "I swear if she shows you the one of me completely naked."
"Nothing I haven't seen before Louis and trust me, it's grown since then."
"You did not."
"I did." Harry grinned as he leaned over the middle console and pressed his lips against Louis'.
"Hey LouLou?"
"Mm. Yes Maddison?" Louis asked turning to look back at her blushing as Harry chucked smugly beside him.
"What do I call your mom?"
"What do you mean?"
"Freddie calls her Nana, right? So, do I call her Nana too? Or should I call her Ms. Tomlinson?"
"Oh well her to start her last name isn't Tomlinson anymore its Deakin. My family is a bit more complicated than your dad's. But as far as a title for her you can call her Nana or Jay. Whichever you're comfortable with."
"Okay...and you're sure she wants me here?"
"Of course, she does. We all do. Come on I will show you where my mother hides the desserts just give her your biggest puppy eyes and she'll pretend she saw nothing all day."
"What kind of desserts?" She asked as Harry and Louis helped them out of their seats and back into their coats.
"My mom is makes all kinds, changes every year for each holiday however there is one kind that has been a constant since I was three."
"Let me guess something chocolate related?" Harry asked as he came over to their side carrying Freddie in his arms.
"Actually no. Peanut butter pie. Don't worry I won't make you eat it and if my mother tries, I'll protect you." Harry made a face at the mention of peanut butter which Louis has learned Harry hasn't bought a jar of in his life.
"What's peanut butter pie?" Maddie asked
"It's really yummy Maddie. You'll love it I always have two slices." Freddie told her, Louis took Maddie's hand and helped her to the house through the snow and ice on the sidewalk.
"Boobear! Happy Birthday!"
"With that greeting one would think I was five not twenty five." Louis said thought despite his words he hugged his mother and kissed her cheek. He could still feel some tension from last weekend when Freddie stayed only to come early, but he would ignore it for now. He stepped aside and looked to Harry as he collected the kids' coats and boots, "Maddison you remember my mom from Halloween?"
"Hi." Maddison greeted shyly as she sides stepped closer to Louis.
"Hello dear it's good to see you again especially for the holidays. Freddie why don't you take Maddison through the house? Show her all the toys around here yeah?"
"Okay Nana. Come on Maddie through here."
"I'll go get the gifts you stay inside." Harry told him
"I can come help it'll take too many trips-"
"I've got it you stay warm." Louis nodded watching as he left then he turned to his mother again, "how is everyone?"
"They're all excited to see you and Harry of course. How's the wedding planning going?"
"It's been great. We're done with everything by now all that is left is a fee last minute things such as rings and final fittings."
"I can't believe my baby is getting married."
"It was bound to happen one day you realize."
"Yes, but I expected a little bit more warning than just a few months and I expected to have met the boyfriend before he was a fiancé. It's still a little odd to me that you're doing this so quickly though after Halloween I understand why."
"All that matters is that I am very happy."
"Yes of course. Come on let's get you to see everyone." Louis followed his mother deeper into the house and grinned when he saw Maddie was already making herself at home with Lottie and the girls. Freddie was still in Louis' father's lap while his stepfather was holding Doris bouncing her lightly.
"See there he is!" Dan said quickly handing Doris over to Louis, "She heard your voice and was determined to go find her LouLou."
"Where's the husband?" Mark asked
"Fiancé and he's getting the presents. Made me stay inside."
"Probably learned you're a real ass when you're cold." Louis decided against commenting on the lie and instead turned his attention to Doris.
"Do you hear the lies they're talking about me? Can you believe that they have the audacity to say such things when they are completely false? It's wrong I tell you."
Louis' family Christmas was different every year. Some years they ate then played games then did presents, other years they did presents then games and then dinner. It was never the same. This year it was different for multiple reasons such as it being Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day and Christmas Dinner was actually his Birthday dinner. This didn't bother Louis, it wasn't the first time his family had to switch things around for the holidays.
This year it was apparently Games first. Games included various things from snow angels in the yard to actual board games inside. It varied and changed and was usually up to the kids. Maddie and Freddie chose to be outside as soon as the choice became available. Louis however stayed inside, in the kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate as he watched Harry play and interact with the younger kids and his sisters.
"He seems like a good guy. Not that I ever thought you'd date a bad one with Freddie in the picture, but this one...he seems great." Mark said standing beside him
"Yeah, he is. He loves kids, loves Maddison. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her."
"Freddie obviously loves him." Louis nodded watching as Harry spun Freddie around before they fell into the large snow pile together, "He loves Freddie."
"I know."
"I'm not going to lie I was a worried when you told me you were getting married to a guy after only dating him for a year and he only meeting Freddie a handful of times. Then you told me you were moving in with him. I thought you had lost your mind. Then a little part of me thought you were settling down with a rich doctor for the rich part. Don't give me that look your mother slapped me three ways to Sunday when I mentioned it. I was worried about you, but I can see now that you two love each other and he is a wonderful stepfather for Freddie, and he is obviously going to treat you right. So, he has my approval, not that he needed it apparently you already have the venue."
"Will you guys let it go already. Yes, I am getting married in less than two months. Yes, the wedding was planned in four months. But it wasn't as if I was truly giving up something important. I don't care about a big wedding, actually Harry is the one who had his wedding planned out for every season since he was a child so really, he's the one sacrificing stuff not me. Besides if you met Maddison's mother, you'd encourage us to elope just to speed up the process."
"Your mother keeps bringing it up?"
"Repeatedly. Plus, last weekend Harry sort of put our foot down for the first time as a couple and towards her so...there's a bit of tension still. He wasn't rude by any means, he did the same thing I would have done and what I have told him I would want done in that scenario. Mom is used to arguing with me who caves in with her sometimes, Harry doesn't cave unless it's the kids. It's actually one of things I love about him, he has strong boundaries with Maddison and how he parents her and Freddie too. I may not understand some of his points, but I know he comes from a good place and the one issue we didn't agree on we solved pretty quickly all things considered."
"What was the issue?"
"Maddison came into our room and started asking about a future baby brother or sister which led to the dreaded 'where do babies come from' question. Harry answered in a medically correct way by talking about ovulation and eggs and sperm and he said sex but didn't actually explain what sex was just said the word. Anyway, I didn't agree with that, and we argued a little bit."
"She's how old?"
"Five turning Six. His reasoning is sound and again he didn't go into details and when she asking an inappropriate question, he told her it was inappropriate, and she moved on from it. It's a scary world these days for little girls...women in general. He needs to prepare her for that unfortunately. That includes letting her know a baby is made with a mommy and a daddy love each other very much. Not all babies are made with love after all."
"I can see both sides of the argument with that defense."
"Exactly. I think he can be a little less...doctorly...and maybe be more relaxed, but at the end of the day no one is perfect."
"You two will be great together, I hope there are more grandbabies soon."
"At least one more just not for a while. We want kids, a lot of kids, but we haven't decided how many yet and the only thing we know is that we don't want to try for about a year."
Forty-five minutes later everyone was inside and warmed up and what was supposed to be a family friendly game of Broadway Song Trivia turned into Harry and Louis teaming together and beating everyone.
"Okay new rule the Gays are not allowed to team up together when playing Broadway Trivia." Lottie said
"That's not fair." Louis argued
"Too bad. Pick someone other than my brother Harry."
"Fine. I'm still keeping the card." Harry said grinning as he looking to Maddison who was playing with Freddie a few feet away, "Maddie sweetie come here."
"Wait-"
"No, you said someone other than your brother so I am. Can't argue now." Harry said as Maddison came over, Maddie I am going to say a word that goes to a song ready?"
"What song?"
"You have to guess it."
"Okay."
"The word is Betcha."
"Oh, it's Maybe."
"That's my girl. Okay off you go. Lottie, I believe it's your turn."
"I quit." Lottie said laughing as she stood up from the floor.
"So, do I. You two win." Mark said
"I thought we were very impressive." Louis said looking to Harry
"I was very impressed you got We Both Reached For The Gun."
"I knew it was Chicago. I just had to go through each song and compare them to what you said and how you said it. Great word choices by the way."
"Thank you. You too. Remind me to get us tickets to Rocky Horror Picture Show next October for London. We'll make it a weekend up there and stay at my parents. Make them babysit while we...go to a show."
"I am so glad you said October, I talked to this guy once who went to a smaller community production of Rocky Horror in April."
"Oh gross. Why."
"That was exactly what I thought. Stop talking to him literally that same night."
"As you should. He was probably a serial killer."
"Right."
"Oh my god you two are insane." Lottie said shaking her head, "You can't judge someone base on when they watch a musical."
"If you ever seen Rocky Horror Picture Show trust us you definitely can. When you're eighteen we'll take you to your first viewing." Louis told her, she gave him a look that told him she still thought he was completely crazy, but otherwise didn't comment.
Soon the kids became too excited for gifts to wait any longer so while his mother gathered Maddison's and Freddie's gifts to open Louis went about giving the girls and Ernie their gifts from him and Harry. Though mostly him as he was the one who went shopping in exchange of Harry overseeing the wrapping and bow making because Louis wasn't the best gift wrapper and he never made bows.
"We all know you definitely didn't do the wrapping." Lottie teased
"I will take it back."
"He's lying." Harry told her earning an elbow in the ribs. After the Christmas gifts that were being opened had been opened Louis was forced to endure his birthday presents.
"This one is from me." Maddie told him as she handed him a gift bag, "I made it all by myself in art class."
"You did?"
"Yeah, open it." Louis looked to Harry curious if he knew anything
"I know nothing. She refused to tell me or show me anything."
"Right. Well, that's because it's for me Harold not you." Louis told him as he pulled out the three sheets of rainbow tissue paper before he pulled out two photo frames decorated with yarn with a picture of Maddison in one frame and Freddie in another.
"Now you can have a picture of us on your school desk."
"I love it. I will definitely put theses up as soon as I return to work. These are beautiful Maddison thank you."
'"You're welcome. Happy Birthday."
"Thank you."
"I don't have handmade frames." Harry pouted as he grabbed them from Louis' lap to look at them.
"It's not your birthday Daddy. Take a chill pill." Louis' jaw dropped as he looked to Harry who looked shocked and highly amused.
"Well then. I guess I don't want one anyway." Harry said setting the frames in the bag
"Your turn Freddie." Maddie said turning to Freddie holding a bag in his hand that he gave to Louis.
"Happy Birthday Papa."
"Thank you, Freddie. It is the best birthday I've had already." Louis kissed his forehead as he took the bag and opened it pulling out the red tissue paper this time before he pulled out a white mug that had four persons painted on it.
"I painted it for you."
"You did I can see that, but how-"
"Daddy helped me."
"All I did was put it in the oven and take it out once it was cooled. Otherwise, it was all him." Harry explained
"This is my new favorite mug, and I shall be very careful with it. It's great thank you Freddie. These are both amazing gifts."
"You're welcome, Papa. Daddy's turn now, right?"
"Actually, I have two gifts for your papa, one of them is at home which is the main gift. However, this gift I found inside a store, and I had to buy it for you." Harry said grinning as he handed over a small box, "It's great and I know you will love it and use it every day."
"Oh no. I'm going to hate it aren't I?"
"Just read what your gift says." Harry was already laughing so Louis already knew it was going to be something stupidly funny and as he pulled out a travel mug and read the words, he was ashamed of himself when he laughed.
"You're a dick."
"I thought it was brilliant."
"Well tell us what it says Louis." His mother told him
"To quote Hamlet. Act 3 Scene 3 Line 87 'NO'." Louis read as he showed the mug to his family, "Harry has these weird doctor pun hoodies and sweaters and some shirts and so since I had to wear one of his hoodies and insulted them, he has made it his personal mission to find every pun related or just stupidly sayings regarding our professions to torment me with."
"Because they're hilarious."
"They are so lame."
"You wear them still."
"Doesn't mean I like them, Harold. I cannot believe you found a travel mug like this."
"It was the last one in the store. It was meant to be."
"Thrown away. It was meant to be thrown away." Despite his words Louis knew he was still going to use it and take it to work and clean it as soon as he got home like he did with his other travel mugs. He knew he was going to defend the mug to students and torment them with the saying until they leave his classroom at the end of each school year. Just like he did whenever he wore Harry's clothes with Doctor jokes on them.
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"Do I have to carry you into the house too?" Harry asked as he turned off the Murano inside the garage.
"As tempting as that sounds....no. I'll get Freddie."
"Oh, sure get the smaller one. You're lucky you're cute Mister Tomlinson."
"Uh huh." Harry went to go unlock the door leading inside the house and Louis heard him shut the alarm off before he was coming over to lift Maddison out of the car.
"Should be a straight shot there wasn't anything on the ground when we left." Harry told him
"I'll find something to trip over I assure you." Turns out that something ended up being the first step of the stairs, "Told you."
Once the kids were laid down, they headed back downstairs to finish their own things for Christmas morning such as pilling the presents under the tree and doing the stockings. When those were done, and they were getting ready for bed Harry gave him a square squishy thing with birthday wrapping paper on it.
"It's technically Christmas now, but this is your real birthday present."
"I loved the mug."
"I bought that after I bought this, and a mug isn't a gift. Unless it's from Freddie. Which I am jealous about just so we are clear. Open your gift."
"We all knew I was the favorite." Louis joked as he tore open the gift revealing it to be not only a heated blanket but a weighted heated blanket, "It's both? I didn't even know they made a both one."
"Neither did I until I found it. It does not go on the bed."
"Oh yes it does."
"You're over heated fiancé will literally die in his sleep."
"He can sleep on the floor then." Louis said before he set the blanket to the side and straddled Harry's lap pressing a kiss to his lips, "Thank you for your torture device."
"You're welcome. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas."
"Best one yet."
"Alright you go ahead and get it on my bed I have to pee." Louis grinned as he climbed off of Harry and watched him go towards the bathroom. He did in fact set it up under the duvet then he got himself ready for bed by removing most of his clothing.
"You could have waited for me to come back to enjoy the show you jerk."
"It's two in the morning Harold. We are sleeping."
"Boo you whore."
"Did you quote Mean Girls at me again?"
"Yes."
"I can't believe I'm marrying you." Harry chuckled as they climbed into the bed together, Harry cuddling in close to him, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
#Larry Stylinson#larry shippers#larry fanfiction#larry stylinson fanfiction#fake marriage#larryfanfic#doctor harry styles#teacher louis
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So earlier I thought I was actually going blind or dying...
I had Elijah go one a overnight stay with the school to go learn about world war 2 evacuees, I really wanted him to go learn about this because his great nana and grandad on his dad's side were evacuees and I have tried to tell him about this on occasion when we have been to museums and yesterday Aura went on an overnight trip with the school also to do outdoor adventure activities, so as you can imagine it's been all systems go with packing and unpacking, organising, making sure everything is prepped and ready. Aswell as having to do all the normal day to day things and managing a whole load of other things this past two weeks. Aura also trusted me with the responsibility of looking after her tamagotchi (It's been an experience... A HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE! 😂)
So to set the scene; I've online shopped for overnight stuff, I've kept up with house work, I've looked after dogs and a guinea pig as normal, I've worked and had a tamagotchi bleeping and bleeping away at me, it's had me hop up more times than a new born baby would so I'm walking around like an actual zombie while all this mess of crap is going on and sent kids to and from trips. For the past few days I've absolutely been at a solid 0% where energy levels are concerned, I've felt like I could just curl up and go to sleep. I made a very stupid mistake at work yesterday that is literally ridiculous and I just couldn't even think why I messed up such a simple thing, I've had a pounding head on and off for the past week and a half. I just thought nothing of it. I had a lot on my plate, I'd been woken up by the tamagotchi a few times, I said to myself "you're just tired out and not as young as you used to be, you have had a busy time lately, this is just you getting older." And didn't think about it anymore UNTIL TODAY. I started walking to work and I was so short of breath without reason, it was nuts, I felt like I just was trying to breathe and the air just wouldn't fill my lungs, stupidly, I put this down to cold autumnal crisp air. (MY BODY WAS SCREAMING AT ME BY THIS POINT😂😂😂) so I get to work and I'm staring at my phone, we have to customers and suddenly I start to see blurry patches and this is when I was like "yeah... something is wrong AF" so I'm sitting there panicking like thinking I'm going blind 😅🤣 trying to conceal my blindness from my coworker and suddenly the blurry spot goes and I just continue as normal.
My shift ends and I had a walk home in the cold air and by the time I get home I am absolutely dead, so dead that I feel like I don't need a bed, I need a coffin and as I am walking up the stairs I reach the mirror at the top of the stairs and I just catch a glimps of myself and I look at my eyes, they're all red and shitty looking, I have bags under my eyes, my skin is like 50X more pale than usual and I go for a closer look and I am just standing there like "WOW. HELLO. HOW ANEMIC ARE YOU!?". I hadn't looked in a mirror in days, I shocked myself by how bad I looked. So I do the fail proof anemia test and pulled my lower eyelid down and it was like such a pale pink it's bordering on a yellowy white. I have always suffered with anemia but this is actual the worst its ever been. 😂 Its do bad I look like I could be an extra in a movie set in a crack house or somebody who has just been infected on the walking dead. I WAS LITERALLY LIKE DAYUMMM. 😂😂😂
I have learned my lesson listen to your body especially if it's screaming at you. Luckily I had some iron tablets stored away unopened because as I've said this is usually rhe case for me, I love/eat all the "no no" anemia foods, I live on coffee and tea and I suffer the consequences. This time it's so bad I think I may need the perscribed higher dosage of iron like I have done once before if these little shop bought iron doesn't get the blood going again. 😅
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Danger First
Chapter 10
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One day - and not even a whole day, because of travel time and Inko wanted Izuku home for dinner- simply wasn't enough time to master a quirk. Although he could turn Float on and off, now. So, they made plans to come back next week, and the next, up until the sports festival. Which. Wow. Really was only two weeks away.
Izuku had never realized how close to the beginning of the school year it was.
He was going to die.
"You're not going to die," said Mr. Yagi. "I'm not going to say the sports festival isn't important, because it is, it's one of the best ways to make professional connections for students, but not doing well isn't the end of the world, especially not in your first year. No one expects you to be perfectly polished."
"But," said Izuku, "I'm supposed to be the next you! I've got to stand out, right?"
Mr. Yagi looked very guilty. "I... may have given you that impression when we were first training, yes. But, since then, with all my research into the past holders... few of them were popular, flashy heroes. If you want to walk the same path as me, that's great. But you don't have to. Even I didn't really start that chapter of my life until after college."
Izuku looked down at his hands, letting silence fill the space between them as he contemplated Mr. Yagi's words. "This isn't about me manifesting One for All differently, is it?"
"What? No, no of course not, my boy. I mean, it certainly helped me come to this conclusion, I wouldn't have done so much research without it! But I certainly hope I would have come to the same conclusion eventually, even so."
"Okay..." said Izuku, still dubious.
"I mean it," protested Mr. Yagi. "Most of my work is essentially underground, you know. There's a reason the battle trial was what it was."
"H-huh? You? Underground? But you're so recognizable!"
"Am I? I firmly believe in bringing all my resources to bear in the fight against evil! Ha ha!"
His laugh devolved into a cough, and he fumbled for a handkerchief. But he recovered quickly enough.
"I guess that makes sense," said Izuku, cautiously, once he thought Mr. Yagi wasn't going to start coughing again.
"You didn't think I stayed number one by popularity alone, did you?"
"I- the formulas the Hero Commission uses to determine rankings are secret, and it only includes spotlight heroes, so when I extrapolated the hero billboard rankings, yes, I assigned a high weight to popularity. There were always some discrepancies between my predictions and the end results, but I figured I missed some events, or the commission assigned them different values…"
"That's quite impressive, my boy. But, though popularity is a factor, the HPSC does take unpublicized fights and rescues into account. Assuming you report them…"
That was the second time Mr. Yagi had mentioned not telling the commission something.
"Do you, um, do you do that a lot? Not tell the commission things, I mean."
"Eh? No, no, I try to stay up on my paperwork. I get a lot of help from Naomasa, though. Some heroes, especially independent ones, without an agency, do have trouble keeping up, sometimes."
"It's just… the other day you said something about not telling the commission about All for One."
"Ah," said Mr. Yagi. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You're quite right. How should I put this… The HPSC knows All for One exists, and I have made them generally aware of his modern exploits. I haven't told them about his ability to give quirks, though they may know through other avenues, there are certain battles I've had with him that I haven't told them about, and they do not know about One for All."
“Why not?”
“Villains aren’t the only ones who seek power,” said Mr. Yagi. “The HPSC provides a vital service, and I think what one does matters more than why one does it, but… it is my observation that many of the people there are more concerned with personal power than doing the right thing. And positions of power and authority tend to draw in those who would abuse those things."
"Even heroics?"
"Especially heroics. The HPSC Ethics Review Board is supposed to stop that, but no system is perfect." He shook himself. "But look at me! I was trying to give you a pep talk, not saddle you with doubts about the government!"
Izuku laughed, nervously. "I mean, you've definitely distracted me from the sports festival…"
“Yes. The sports festival. Don’t worry about making a big spotlight combat debut. If you want to focus on rescue, or investigation, or the underground, I’ll support you all the way.” He paused. “You do need combat, though, because, because of-”
“All for One?”
“Yes, exactly. All for One.”
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“Way to kill the mood, guys,” said Banjo.
“I think the mood was thoroughly dead already,” said Yoichi.
“Unlike your brother,” said En. “Ninth’s father.”
“Come on, it was just a little omission of information. It wasn’t even a lie!”
“It was definitely a lie. You’re so lucky that my relief about you not being a pedophile eclipsed my righteous fury regarding your mendacity.”
“You know, the fact that you’re delivering that completely deadpan gives me doubts about the fury part.”
“I’m mad at you.”
“You love me.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.”
“Hey, hey, wait a minute,” said Nana, making a ‘T’ shape with her hands. “Time out. Ninth’s father is All for One.”
“Yes,” said Yoichi, hanging his head, “I thought that had been established.”
“So, are we… What Toshinori is saying is completely valid, by the way… but, are we expecting this kid to fight his father? Is that a thing we’re doing?”
“Uh,” said Yoichi, “in our defense, we did think he was dead.”
“Maybe Eighth will get ‘im before Ninth has to deal with it,” suggested Banjo. “He’s got to have a better chance of that, now what with Fa Jin and all.” He paused. “But, you know what would give Ninth an even better chance, if he does have to fight his deadbeat dad-”
“He’s not a deadbeat,” interrupted Hikage.
“What?”
“Calling him a deadbeat would imply that he is neither supporting the Midoriyas financially nor regularly in contact with them. He is on both counts.”
“What?” squealed Bango.
“Did you miss his phone call with his father immediately following his return home after the USJ attack?”
“Oh,” said Yoichi, “no, I was very aware of my brother’s evil, evil voice. It’s just that these guys were too focused on scolding me to listen to anything I had to say. I still can’t believe he sent someone like that to attack his own son’s class.”
“Didn’t he, like, kill you?” asked En.
“No, my death was largely unrelated. You’ve got to remember, I was a chronically ill fugitive from the law with no money. Who told you that he killed me?”
Everyone looked at their immediate predecessor. Yoichi tracked the path back to Third, who had gone very stiff.
“What the heck, Third? You were there when I died. Why would you tell Hikage that?”
Third did not answer.
“Actually, what did he tell you, Hikage?
“Oh, it was very moving and heroic. It happened while you were saving a busload of metahuman orphans. You sacrificed yourself to let them get away from All for One. I even cried a little.”
“Is it weird that I’m now disappointed in myself for not dying like that?”
“Very,” said Nana.
“What were we talking about before this?” asked En.
“I have no idea,” said Banjo.
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Izuku delayed going to class, nervous about everyone's reactions to his quirk. It wasn't that he thought they'd reject him, but more that he had no answers for the inevitable questions.
But he also didn't want to be late.
"Todoroki was so cool!" Hagakure exclaimed as he opened the classroom door. "He was all like, blam, bam, swish! And- and he checked whether or not I was there first, before attacking, which was super cool of him."
Todoroki's expression was halfway between 'statue' and 'help, I've been hit by a truck.' "Cool?"
"Very cool."
"You've grown since the first day, kero."
"Ah! Midoriya!"
All heads turned towards him. In the next second, he was hugged by several people, which was more friendly skin contact than he'd had since… ever, probably.
"Eep," he said.
"We were so worried about you," said Uraraka. "We made a group chat, after, but since you were unconscious…"
"Hm," said Monoma, "your quirk still is definitely a stockpile…"
"Monoma!" shouted Iida. "Did you join this hug just to copy quirks?"
"And what of it?"
"But speaking of quirks," said Jiro, "you can fly now? We kind of went along with it at the time, but that's kind of different from a sensory quirk."
"I know," said Izuku, "and I have no explanation."
"Maybe your quirk stockpiles danger," said Monoma, contemplatively. He rubbed his chin with one finger. "That could be why you can sense danger- you're stockpiling it. Then, when the danger gets over a certain threshold, you can release it as flight… why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Oh, nothing," drawled Kaminari. "Just that you're more thoughtful than you look, pretty boy."
"I don't want to hear that from you."
"Th-thank you, Monoma! I'll have to mention it when I go to quirk counseling next."
Which may or may not be this afternoon, depending on how Mr. Aizawa felt and- His head snapped to the door. "Mr. Aizawa's coming!"
They all rushed to their seats. The door creaked open.
"Oh my gosh, he's a mummy."
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"Iida?"
"What is it, Midoriya?"
They were having a bit of a break during English while Present Mic cycled them through for short sessions with Hound Dog.
"I didn't have a chance to ask you earlier, but how's your brother?"
“He’s alright! It’s the first really major injury of his career, so he’s going to take it easy for the rest of the month, to make sure his engines heal properly. He’d prefer not to of course, but, ah, there is a silver lining.”
“That’s good,” said Izuku, encouragingly.
“I really shouldn’t be happy about it,” said Iida, rubbing the back of his neck, “but he’ll be able to come see me during the sports festival, and he probably would have been too busy if he were active.”
“I think it’s okay to be happy about good things, even if they happen because of bad things,” said Izuku. “It isn’t like we can go back and make the bad things not happen, after all…”
“That’s very true, Midoriya! What a mature way of thinking about things.”
Izuku didn’t know about that, but he was willing to take the compliment.
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“Midoriya,” said Shouta, who was absolutely and unquestionably recovered enough to teach. Even if he had zoned out in the corner of the room in his sleeping bag all morning rather than trekking back to the teacher’s lounge… or teaching any of his other classes… shut up. “What are you doing at the window?”
“O-oh. Mr. Aizawa. I didn’t know you were awake?”
It was, maybe, a little unfair to single Midoriya out like that, since the entire class was standing by the window, and the way Uraraka, Sero, and Midoriya were closest to it, with Monoma a close fourth, was concerning, but Midoriya was the first one Shouta saw, and the one most likely to to cave and tell him what was going on.
“Midoriya.”
“R-right. Well, going out the door seems a little unpleasant today, so we thought we’d switch it up?”
What did that even mean?
“We were going to bring you with us, of course,” continued Midoriya.
What did that even mean?
“Out the window.”
“Um. Yes.”
“What kind of unpleasant are we talking about?”
“Battle trial unpleasant?”
Shouta groaned and hauled himself up, walking over to the door. He looked out the window and made note of all the students from other classes standing out there, circling like sharks. Great. Maybe they needed to have an assembly about respecting boundaries or whatever, especially if the people whose boundaries were being crossed were potentially traumatized.
Something to bring up at the next staff meeting he attended. Which… would probably not be soon.
Anyway.
He opened the door.
(“A mummy,” whispered someone.)
(First his kids, then these kids… he wasn’t that wrapped up.)
(Was he?)
“What are you all doing here?” he asked, voice rasping rather more than he wanted it to.
The students didn’t seem inclined to answer. Someone did mutter something about the sports festival, but it was far from the complete answer that Aizawa wanted.
“Right. Whatever. Scoping out the competition is one thing, but you are aware that class 1-A is recovering from a traumatic experience. And you’re blocking traffic. Clear off.”
The crowd slowly dispersed. Shouta sighed. He knew this would only be the first of many such incidents. He made a note to talk to Nemuri about whether or not she’d be willing to donate some of her class time to talk about public relations.
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“You know,” said Nemuri, “if you actually rested, Recovery Girl would be able to heal you.”
“I know nothing of the sort,” said Shouta, glaring at his desk in the staff room. “I’m forgetting something.”
All Might walked in. “Er, young Aizawa,” he said. He paused for a painfully long, awkward moment. “Are you still meeting with young Midoriya today?”
“Crap.”
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Did Izuku expect Mr. Aizawa to come to their meeting? No. The man had casts on all of his limbs. But, he hadn’t cancelled it either. So, better safe than sorry, right?
But it had been a while, now. Izuku could probably safely assume he wasn't coming after a half hour. He got up, packed his bags, and reached out for the door handle-
Only to freeze as Mr. Aizawa yanked it open and pulled Mr. Yagi into the classroom after him.
Izuku scurried back to his seat.
"Nothing physical today," croaked Mr. Aizawa. "We're going to figure out your quirk."
“O-okay,” said Izuku.
Aizawa collapsed into the seat behind the teacher's desk. “To be short, this quirk, One for All or whatever, is complete nonsense.”
“Uh,” said Mr. Yagi. “Sorry?”
“Sorry,” whispered Izuku.
“You should be. Not you, Midoriya. You’re fine.”
“Okay?”
“Right. So. You’ve got two quirks right now. Danger Sense and Float. Unless something else showed up over the weekend?”
“No, it’s, um, it is just those two right now.”
“And you’ll most likely get Smokescreen, Blackwhip, and that strength enhancement eventually. Plus two mystery quirks.”
“That is what I’ve been able to find out,” said Mr. Yagi.
“So, we have to figure out some way to get all those under a coherent umbrella that can account for the mystery quirks, and before the sports festival, so the evil immortal supervillain doesn’t notice that you have quirks just like a bunch of people he had personal beef with.”
Mr. Yagi cursed in English. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Yeah, I wonder what else you haven’t thought about. Maybe this year I can get Nezu to take my suggestion about doing hero names before the sports festival seriously. You know we’ve had people stalk students before because for some godforsaken reason we use their real names? I need a drink.”
“Ah, water?”
“No.”
“Young Aizawa, you’re a teacher…”
“A career choice I question daily. Midoriya, do you have any thoughts about how to make your quirk make sense in a way that won’t get you killed or abducted by the HPSC?”
“I- Does that happen?” despite his conversation with Mr. Yagi over the weekend, he still had generally positive thoughts about the hero commission.
“I have no idea. Wouldn’t put it past them.”
“Well, um, I was talking to Monoma earlier, and he said something about stockpiling danger, and how it might let out the stockpile as the energy necessary to levitate- which, really, would be a fascinating quirk if it did work that way- but I thought it might also work for Smokescreen and the strength enhancement? I mean, general responses to danger are fight, flight, or hide, so the strength enhancement is fight, Float is flight, and Smokescreen would be hide…”
“That might work. What about Blackwhip.”
“Yeah, that one has kind of stumped me.”
“Blackwhip sure is a problem,” agreed Mr. Aizawa.
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The ghosts started laughing. “You’re a problem, Banjo,” chortled Nana.
“Come on, guys, that isn’t funny!”
"It is! It's hilarious!"
"They were just talking about All for One tracking the kid down and killing him!"
The mood sobered quickly.
"Considering that he is Ninth's father," said Hikage, "I suspect it's far too late for that."
"Yeah," said Yoichi. "But, just to be safe, and in case there are other weirdos out there, new rule: no giving him new quirks in public. Not that we can do anything about when he eventually manifests the stockpile…"
"What if he's going to die?" asked Hikage, raising his hand.
"He already got your quirk, why do you care?"
"We'd like to hear it," said Banjo, somewhat forcefully.
"Well, if he looks like he's going to die, do whatever you can to stop that from happening, I guess. But chucking a quirk he doesn't know how to use isn't always going to be the beat answer."
"Wait," said Nana. "Hold up a second. A few days ago we were talking about the potential for multiple quirk brain damage, weren't we?"
"Oh, good catch," said Yoichi. "I guess I forgot to mention it, which means Nana is the only one I'd trust babysitting my nephew in the event a quirk rewound him to elementary school age-"
"That is a suspiciously specific scenario," said En.
"-and all the rest of you are fired. You didn't even question giving him more quirks? Really?"
Hikage raised his hand. "I assumed you had discovered that Ninth had a constitution capable of handling multiple quirks, similar to yourself and your brother."
"That is true. Okay, Hikage would be another exception, but he's disqualified from babysitting for other reasons."
"That's fair."
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"So we need something that can do all that, and has tentacles," said Izuku, squeezing his bottom lip in thought.
"Yeah," said Mr. Aizawa. "Honestly, even really dumb ideas would be welcome right now."
"Why are you looking at me?" asked Mr. Yagi.
"You know why."
There was only one creature Izuku could think of that could do all the things Izuku one day might be able to while maintaining room for the two mystery quirks. "Cthulhu."
Mr. Yagi looked mildly scandalized at the suggestion.
"Nah, it'd have to be something like eldritch. Cthulhu's trademarked in Japan, and that can give you aboveground types trouble."
"What is it a trademark for?" asked Mr. Yagi.
"Ask Midnight. I don't want to talk about it."
"Ah," said Mr. Yagi.
"The problem with that is that you currently have no justification to call it that. Now if you already had Smokescreen…"
The adults looked at him.
"... I don't think it's going to just show up like that," said Izuku.
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"Why not?" asked Banjo, staring at En. "They practically asked you for it."
"Well, first off, I live for drama, so jot that down."
"Huh? What about me?" asked Yoichi.
"Nothing, it was just an idiom. Second…"
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"...Right," said Aizawa. “For now, then, we’ll have to give it a temporary name, because it’s starting to get to the point in time where it’ll actually be illegal for you to not register it.” He shuffled his casts. “Yagi, start filling out those forms with what he can do currently. Midoriya, make sure you check him when he’s done. For now, we’ve got to come up with a name.”
“Um,” said Izuku. “Float’s the only one that’s really visible, so I could just call it Float?”
“Vetoed. You aren’t picking a name that the immortal supervillain knows.”
“He did seem to only refer to people by quirks unless he really hated them,” said Mr. Yagi. “Except his brother, who he always called ‘my foolish brother.’”
“Focus on the paperwork.”
“And he called himself by his quirk name as well,” mused Izuku. “Do you think it was a side effect? Quirks have document impact on people’s personalities-”
“Focus.”
“R-right. Um. Feather Fall? No, that’s part of a game. Flight Reflex?”
“Good enough for now,” said Aizawa. “Flight Reflex it is.”
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-So Hardison gets rich playing the stock market as a teen in Nana’s basement. Mostly because the professor at the college econ classes he’s taking for extra credit said he couldn’t.
-By the time he’s graduating highschool at 18 he is filthy rich. (WhatLikeItsHard.gif) He has paid off Nana’s medical bills and her house and went over to the college to gloat a little and decided he doesn’t actually need to go to college when he’s already, you know, doing what he does.
-But he doesn’t wanna keep taking up Nana’s basement when he has heard her having to turn down emergency placements because there’s not enough room.
-So he moves out. Into a giant mansion, because why not. He has everything. A pool. A fancy kitchen. A shower with like 16 sprays that massage your back perfectly. A hallway with a giant fancy staircase. A whole room dedicated to his computer setup, with all the latest gadgets. A special wine fridge he stocked full of orange soda. A damn fireplace in his bathroom.
-A lot of empty rooms. And quiet. Like, creepy-quiet. Right-before-the-killer-grabs-you-in-the-hallway quiet. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he forgets there is a mirror at the end of one of the hallways. His shriek echoes through the empty house.
-He considers getting a cat for one second but remembers he’s allergic. And it would probably just startle him even more. He gets a few roombas, but even with the giant googly eyes they don’t fill the space as much as he’d hoped. So instead he places an ad online for roommates.
-He doesn’t get nearly enough responses as he suspects. Maybe ‘come live in my mansion rent free’ gives off some major serial killer vibes. He amends his ad to a reasonable but still low enough rent that people who really need a place can apply.
-He runs background checks on everyone who applies. He may or may not disqualify some people for petty reasons. Sorry not sorry, this is his mansion and he’s not about to share his kitchen with someone who thinks Kylo Ren is cooler than Poe Dameron, okay?
-He has some interviews, but nobody seems to click. A lot of people seem to want to make his house some kind of party-mansion. And not the fun kind of movie-marathon, D&D session, LAN Party kind of parties. One girl keeps asking him when the ‘real owner’ of the house is going to be back.
-He’s thinking about giving up and moving back home and finding a small apartment near Nana’s house when a girl shows up in his living room.
-She does not have an interview scheduled. Hardison knows this for two reasons: one, he thinks he’d remember background checking someone as pretty as her. Two: it’s three in the morning.
-“So I heard you’re looking for roommates,” she says. A roomba nudges against her foot, and she reaches down to pat it before it turns away. “I like your pet robots.”
-It’s probably the fact that he’s been up for like 48 hours by now, but he’s like: thanks, want a tour of the house?
-Parker moves in that weekend. He helps her move in, and does not ask why she has an entire box of the exact same creepy doll whose head turns around to show an even more creepy face. He just kindly requests she keep those in her rooms, not the shared ones.
-Parker is a great roommate. Her schedule is all over the place as well, but she’s tidy, she’s funny, and she’ll hang out and watch Doctor Who with him. She also names all his roombas. He pretends not to see her dropping some fortune cookie crumbs on purpose to feed Carl the kitchen roomba when he goes by.
-Their next roommate is Eliot. He’s a veteran who’s learning how to cook at some kind of culinary school. He gets a little flustered when Hardison shows him his rooms, plural, saying he must have read the ad wrong, and is almost out the door before Hardison can convince him that yes, the price in the ad is correct, no this is not a cult, he just bought a house that was much too big and he has Regrets okay, help a brother out.
-So Eliot moves in as well. He gets a little judgy when he finds out 95% of the kitchen cupboards are empty, and the rest is filled with cereal and junkfood. He brings in more boxes of kitchenware than clothes, and Parker is delighted at poking each and every thing he unpacks.
-Eliot’s schedule is kind of the opposite of Hardison’s. He is some kind of weird morning person. They mostly run into each other when Hardison is going to bed and Eliot comes back from his morning run. He’s mostly at school or working kitchen shifts to gain more experience during the times Hardison is awake, so they mostly communicate via text.
-Parker’s the one that figures out Eliot is all bark and no bite. Or actually, all growl and no bite. Turns out, he just really hates the little buttons on his smartphone, so his texts are very short and curt. Hardison starts leaving notes on the kitchen fridge instead and that works much better. Note-Eliot is way nicer than text-Eliot.
-The great thing about Eliot is that his homework is basically… fuck around in the kitchen and make delicious things. Which he then ‘makes’ them taste. So yeah maybe Hardison kind of… switches his schedule so he’s around more and awake for Eliot Cooking Time.
-So basically he gets roommates, and free food and it’s all great. Except for that time he accidentally ate Eliot’s sandwich. Well, he didn’t leave a note saying NOT to! It ends up with him being dragged out of bed and interrogated (Parker shining a flashlight at him and being generally Chaotic Unhelpful) until he confesses.
-The only reason Eliot doesn’t kill him probably is because he babbles about how delicious it was. Or because he’s tired of Parker shouting unrelated cop-phrases at Hardison over his shoulder.
-They come up with a system where Eliot leaves very threatening notes on the stuff he does not want them to eat. It mostly works. Besides, Parker has totally found Eliot’s weak spots (puppy eyes) and can basically make him cook them whatever.
-It’s pretty great until it starts to heat up. And both Parker and Eliot start making use of the big outdoor pool. Which is great, that’s what it’s there for. But they then wander around looking sexy and damp and near naked and Hardison is starting to get Very Inappropriate Thoughts, okay?
-Okay so maybe he also had very inappropriate thoughts before, even when Eliot was wearing like 13 layers of clothing and Parker was wearing cozy sweaters and it’s still not fair for them to wander around looking so hot.
-But he’s not about to ruin a good thing with his crushes. Besides, he’s technically their landlord, that would be weird and creepy.
-So he just… quietly pines a little. It’s cool. He still gets to hang out in the kitchen with Parker and Eliot, and force them to watch movies they have never seen that they really should (neither of them talk to him for a week because of the whole Lilo and Stitch thing).
-And maybe he notices them huddled together whispering sometimes. That’s cool. That’s fine. They can date each other if they want. (Don’t think about Eliot and Parker together, don’t, it’s too hot and you won’t be able to look them in the eye ever again, dammit Hardison).
-Until one day he wanders down into the shared living space to find the dining room table to be all decked out, a table cloth and candles and roses and everything. And Parker and Eliot look up all expectantly as he starts backpedaling that he didn’t mean to interrupt their date before Eliot growls and says ‘sit down, Hardison’.
-The table has three place settings.
-Oh.
-It’s one hundred percent worth his foster siblings quoting a meme at him all weekend when he brings the two of them home to meet his Nana.
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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday
(Continuing the Everybody Lives au one where Nana and Toshinori are reunited; Now with Hana added back in)
Having his predecessor blatantly and verbally affirm his choice of a successor gave Toshinori a confidence boost he hadn't realized he'd needed. Sir Nighteye's harsh words, and the protective anger they'd kindled, were muffled now. Drowned out by the opinion that mattered most: that of a fellow wielder.
"Do you...want to meet him?" he asked.
Nana nodded firmly. "Yes! And I want to see his sweet mother, too! She was always so supportive of us, even with the world falling apart around her. I hope her life hasn't been too difficult here..."
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The four of them stayed together, nearly attached at the hip, until Present Mic came looking for All Might to take him back to campus. The younger hero looked at the small knot of people, and the faint traces of tears on Toshinori's face. Instantly concerned, he feigned a smile.
"Everyone okay in here? Should I come back later?"
Toshinori shook his head and waved him over. "Yamada, I want you to meet someone very dear to me. I...spent most of my adult life believing I would never see her again after a villain cruelly separated us."
Nana smiled at the younger man. "I'm his mom," she said bluntly.
Present Mic's jaw dropped. Somehow, the idea that someone like All Might had a mother had never crossed his mind. Like the majority of the world, he'd always had this perception of The Symbol of Peace as somebody who just sprang into existence, fully formed. Maybe left on a hero's doorstep by a bald eagle or something.
"Yoooo!" Yamada all but squealed, "For real? Awwwww, Might-Man, I didn't know you trusted me that much!"
He seemed genuinely overwhelmed by the idea.
"And, apparently, these young heroes are my niece and nephew!" Toshinori added. There was still a little astonishment in his laugh.
"Regrettably, there seems to have been some time dilation in that portal they came through, and they have memories that don't match mine anymore."
"Oh man, time dilation?" Present Mic grimaced. "That's way above my pay grade, but I guess that might explain why the kids' licenses aren't matching up with the HPSC system."
"They're not?" Tenko feigned confusion.
"Nope, sorry, listener," Present Mic apologized. "It's super obvious that it isn't forged, but they couldn't make heads nor tails of why there wasn't a file. This ought to clear things up just fine though."
"So speaks a man who had never had to fill out time quirk related incident reports before," Nana snorted.
Present Mic considered this, then conceded with a grin. "And hopefully, madam, I will never have to do so."
He swept into a bow that was elegant and just the slightest bit cheeky.
"You want I should leave All Might here a little while longer? I don't think the school will mind."
He stopped and scrunched up his nose. "Well," he corrected himself, "Midoriya could get antsy. I love Shota, I do. But he has the emotional intelligence of a sardine sometimes. Midoriya shouldn't even be on house arrest. The Bakugo kid's issues aren't his responsibility to fix!"
Toshinori sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I know, I know. I've told him and Nedzu many times that young Midoriya downplays young Bakugo's behavior to an alarming degree. I don't think they realize how serious it is."
Nana pursed her lips. "You want me to be a scary PTA mom and figure out the problem?"
At the foot of the bed, Hana glanced up from the PS Vita they'd smuggled in under Tenko's oversized jacket. She smirked at their grandmother.
"No wait, do Nice PTA Grandma, that one's scarier."
"What do you mean that one is scarier?" Yamada asked, just a little nervous.
Toshinori made a face. "Is this going to be like that time in middle school when I let slip that the teacher ripped up my test, and then the next day my school was on the breaking news?"
Nana chuckled fondly. "Ah, good times. At least some of our memories still match up."
Toshinori narrowed his eyes. "You didn't answer the question."
The smile Nana made only left him with more questions.
"Se-..." Toshinori took a deep breath, like he was trying to gather courage for something. "...m- Mom?"
Immediately, Nana squeezed his hand as tightly as she could. "Yeah?"
The way Toshinori's eyes lit up and glowed made the entire last year worth it.
"The next time I visit," Toshinori said slowly, still reeling a little, "I'm...bringing Gran Torino. I don't think he's accepted it's really you, yet."
Nana let out a quivering sigh and looked away. "Sora was always the "if it looks too good to be true, it probably is" type. Trust me, I'm the last person who would blame him for it."
Toshinori squeezed her hand. They didn't need words to understand the apprehension that hung over them both. What if the chasm between them could not be closed? If the differences between their worlds were just too great, what then?
Hana shifted her weight on the bed and bit her lip. "Gram, maybe- maybe he could meet us, first. I can answer most of his questions, and then you guys won't have to talk about the hard stuff."
Tenko reached over his sister's arms and deftly pried the Switch from her hands to continue the battle Hana had left unattended. "Uh...maybe don't have him meet me until he's all the way adjusted. The detective said that freaked out guy with the bad hair we passed in the portal was like...another me? That's some baggage I don't have time to unpack right now."
Nana looked visibly shaken. "So...in a timeline without me, then-"
"You and Uncle weren't able to come save me from All for One," Tenko finished morosely. "I...don't really want to think about that, or what he must've done to other me's mind. Like, really don't want to."
Toshinori tentatively leaned over to place a hand on Tenko's shoulder. "It's alright. We don't have to talk about it right now. It's...it's bothering me, too."
"Well we're gonna have to hunt down the punk eventually," Hana pointed out, "I mean, unless the guy ended up in our ex-timeline in which, sucks to be him."
"Our timeline doesn't exist anymore," Tenko argued, "So how would he even land there? He probably got spit out somewhere totally random."
"But did the timeline self-destruct, or just the planet? Does the rest of the galaxy move on without humans in there?"
Tenko groaned and clapped his hands over his ears. "Gram! Hana's trying to give me an existential crisis again!"
Nana sighed, though there was no real exasperation in it. "They're like this," she told Toshinori with a fond grin, "You get used to it after a while."
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The Way I Hate You
Na Jaemin Smut
warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex.
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It was 3am and the deafening noises that came from your new next door neighbor was causing you sleepless nights on end and a pounding headache, resulting newly advils in your nightstand drawer.
You looked at the time displayed on your digital clock, 3:36 A.M. . You won’t take any more of his shit tonight, you had work in a few hours and you aren’t going to waste anymore of your concealer on an ass like him.
You put on your baggy sweater and stomped out of your house, fist banging on his door. Just when your fist was about to come in contact with the door once again, a boy swung open the door. You nearly hit his face with your face if he wasn’t holding onto it.
“If you wanted to touch my face you could’ve just asked, cutie. No need to ruin a masterpiece and scar your soft little hands, no?”
You snatched your hand out of his and looked him in the eyes.
“Turn down your music! It’s going to be 4am soon and I have work in a few hours.”
“But I’m bored, and all alone, only music to keep me occupied. Maybe you can come over and entertain me.”
You took in his appearance, big eyes, perfect nose, and tousled greyish blue hair. He’s a prick, but he’s a darn attractive one. But he’s still a stranger.
“We don’t even know each other. If your looking for a hooker for the night I’ll direct you to that asshole down the hall, he’ll know the direction to the nearest strip club.”
“Feisty, I like it. That can be changed. Nice to meet you, I’m Na Jaemin, you can call me Nana or Jaemin.”
“Y/N.”
He placed his hand out for you to shake, but you just ignored it and went back into your home, banging the door.
The next day you felt like a zombie, your lifeline was literally solely supported by cups and cups of caffeine. You still slapped on a heavy amount of concealer, since you had an important meeting with investors. According to your boss, if your presentation pulled the investors off, you’ll be getting a bigger paycheck and a nice bonus.
When you got home that day, Jaemin wasn’t home yet, it was obvious, from the lack of noise pollution next door. So you took the longest nap you ever had in ages.
You stirred from your slumber when Jaemin began blasting his speakers, you looked at your clock, 8:45 P.M. . Instead of cooking pasta like you had originally planned, you decided to just eat a bowl of ramyun and a bottle of soju to go with it at the nearest convenience store.
When you got back, the noise from Jaemin’s place hasn’t died down. With the alcohol in your system giving you a kick courage, you rang his doorbell many times to disturb him from his ‘music’.
Jaemin opened the door to reveal how disheveled looking he was, you took in his appearance, baggy sweats and hair sticking all over the place, the bags underneath his eyes were much heavier than usual.
“I’m not in the mood, cutie. Just leave please.”
You were taken aback at his bratty attitude towards you, how does he dare tell you to scram off during his bad days, when you were having bad days on no end because of him and his wretched music?!
You had enough of Na Jaemin. Before you could process the things he said in your brain properly, the words were flying out of your mouth
“One bad day and you think you’re the king of this place?! Do you know how many sleepless nights I had because of you and your shitty music blasting at such a volume?! You nearly cost me my job if I haven’t got my shit together with the amount of coffee I drank! I’m getting my liver killed because of you! Do you know how much of a nuisance you are in my life ever since you moved in?! How can you be such a self centered selfish whiny bitch?!”
With every word you had said, you poked him in the chest once, making him stumble back once or twice back into his unit. When you were looking him in the eye spewing complaints at him, you didn’t notice the way Jaemin clenched his jaw, and the way his fists were held tight, his knuckles turning white.
Jaemin was holding back every fiber in his being not to lash back out at you, even if he did, he knew he was going to regret it in the morning. He knew he was being a dick for blasting his music, but his job was putting pressure on him, and the only way to vent it when he didn’t bother going to the gym was this. Jaemin holds no grudges towards you, but his temper wouldn’t hold up for long if he doesn’t do anything to get himself out of this situation.
“Why can’t you just shut up?!”
“Why don’t you make me, Y/N?”
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe it was because of the stress mounted on your shoulders these past few days, but the irrational part of your brain took reins of you, and you smashed your lips against Jaemin’s, effectively shutting him up.
Well technically it didn’t stop the noise from his speakers, but in your head every little noise faded into nothing. Your body could only register the feeling of Jaemin’s lips against yours. Just as you were about to push him away because of his lack of response, Jaemin kissed you back with much more ferocity, his hands grabbing onto your hips, not letting you go.
You leaned against Jaemin, motioning him to invite you into his house. He picked up on your hints and backed himself into his house. When the both of you were in the house, Jaemin kicked the door shut and spun you around so that your back crashed against the door with a mild thud.
“I hate you Na Jaemin.”
“Are you sure, cutie? The signals your body is sending me tells me otherwise.”
That idiot winked at you. And you were a bigger idiot for liking it.
Jaemin patted at your butt, signalling you to jump.
“Are you sure? I’m heavy.”
“If I fail I’m switching gyms.”
Jaemin successfully caught you when you jumped in his arms, his fingers digging into your upper thighs, sending shocks coursing down your body travelling southwards to your core.
Jaemin took you to his bedroom, the exact route you take to your bed in your own house, a sense of odd familiarity washing over you. You begin sucking hickies onto Jaemin’s empty neck, flowers blooming in your wake.
Jaemin could feel his length growing at your lewd actions, when the both of you got to his room, Jaemin threw you on his bed with a light thud, desperate for any sort of action after you had him riled up just now.
Jaemin quickly discarded his clothes, standing stark naked in front of you, showing you all his glory. You licked your lips and rubbed your thighs together at the sight of his nudity.
Jaemin reached forward to help you take off your clothes, he was surprised to see the lack of bra when he took off your shirt, his left eyebrow cocked up questioning you.You smiled seductively, playing dumb to his questioning eyes.
“Oops, so forgetful of me.”
“Now you’re just begging to be fucked by me, babe.”
Jaemin tore off your panties last, his fingernails grazing your thighs lightly, he quickly shoved a finger inside of you, prepping you for what’s to come, but to his surprise, you were much wetter than he thought.
“Someone’s dripping for me. Guess I won’t need to finger you open anymore.”
You spread open your legs for him, your hand sliding down your core to move your folds aside to let him see how wet you were, arousal flowing down the bed sheets underneath you.
Jaemin slipped inside you in one thrust, the both of you letting out melodic moans, even though you were wet enough for him to enter, your tightness shocked him, your cavern engulfed him whole, he felt like he was floating. When you opened your eyes as you recovered from the sudden pleasure, you saw Jaemin’s fucked out expression, from just being inside of you. So you decided to play a little game and clench your pussy on his dick. Jaemin curled his toes at your further provocation. It must’ve been a long time since he had gotten laid.
“So that’s how you wanna play, babe?”
Jaemin pulled out and reposition you, ass up face down. He thrust himself back in without any warning, his pace relentless as he plowed you into the bed, you wouldn’t be surprised to see a mark shaped like you after this.
“Fuck, Jaemin!”
“That’s it, babe. Scream my name, let the whole floor know who’s making you feel good.”
Your nails dug into Jaemin’s sheets, back arched, Jaemin’s cock was rather long and it was hitting your sweet spot over and over again, you could feel tears running down your face, his fingers digging into your ass, definitely leaving marks, but you loved the combination of pain and pleasure Jaemin is giving you.
Jaemin found a new addiction, other than the loud music filling up his head’s empty void, he finds your moans as he wrecks you as addicting as nicotine, pumping adrenaline into his veins as he fucks into you.
Jaemin finds your ass an amazing sight to his eyes, a thought crossed his mind. He spanks you as he thrusts into you, once, twice, and had no sign of stopping.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jaemin?!”
Jaemin pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking your head up to speak into your ear.
“Bad girls need to be punished, babe. Don’t act like your sweet little pussy isn’t clenching around me so hard after I started spanking you, you’re just in sweet denial.”
“I hate you, Jaemin!”
“I can change that.”
Jaemin propped his leg up and moved your hips higher, the angle giving him deeper access into your warm cavern. The new angle had you screaming his name as his cock was giving your sweet spot more attention than before with every stroke clouding your head in a pleasure-filled haze.
Jaemin’s hand slipped to your clit, stimulating you further, if it weren’t for his hand keeping your body in place, you would’ve collapsed form the overwhelming pleasure.
Just as you were about to reach your high, Jaemin pulled out.
“What the fuck, Jaemin?!”
“You want to cum? Beg for my dick. Beg for it like the cockslut you are.”
“No!”
“Suit yourself then, I’ll just jack myself off like I always did.”
You were beyond mad, the anger pumping new found adrenaline and energy into you.
You pushed Jaemin down flat on his bed and straddled him, smashing your lips against his as you sink down onto his cock harshly, the sudden pleasure clouding Jaemin from forming any incoherent thoughts on how to fight for dominance, his body submitting to your will.
You bounced on his cock with a feral speed, the anger, stress, and pent-up frustrations leaving your mind every time Jaemin’s cock brushes against your sweet spot.
Jaemin’s hands were loosely hung around your waist, hardly taking in anything other than the pleasure he was receiving, his eyes lolled back into his head, lips agape.
You moved one of your hands secured around his shoulder to his throat, closing off most of his airway, a sly smirk playing on your lips.
“Tell me how you feel, Jaemin. Can’t? Cat caught your tongue? Or are you just too far gone when I’m fucking you dumb?”
You loosened your hold on his neck and smashed your lips against his as you cum after fucking yourself onto his cock one last time, Jaemin followed soon after, his head throwing back from all the immense pleasure he was receiving, a muted but still audible pretty little whine leaving his swollen lips.
You and Jaemin’s hips rocked against each other, riding out both your orgasms. Your body crashed down on his after milking out your high, Jaemin’s hands once again held onto your hips, his head on top of yours, basking in the after sex glow.
“I wanted to take you out on a date before any action, guess we mixed up the stages.”
You sit up from Jaemin’s sudden confession.
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
“You had every right to be annoying to me, I was a jerk and I’m sorry for causing you to lose sleep because of my music. I promise I’ll use headphones next time.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now about that date...
“Tomorrow, lunch, 12 p.m. , Marco’s. Don’t be late.”
“Won’t ever miss it for the world.”
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[1:59] the need to throw your phone across the room grows every second best friend!jaemin doesn’t reply to your messages, the last message you sent was 30 minutes ago and he still hasn’t replied. you figure his phone’s notification must be broken from the amount of date outfit photos you sent, now you're starting to regret trusting his gut to choose the outfit picnic date!jisung would like the most.
the day has been perfect, blue clouds and warm weather to accommodate the date jisung asked you out on just a week ago. said boy had planned the day out for weeks, only gathering enough courage to ask you the week prior. he had shyly reminded you again of your date yesterday, to bring some dessert and to meet him at the river. you’d asked him whether you needed to dress nicely or not and his answer was, “you always look pretty no matter what you wear.” with a heavy blush on his cheeks that made you blush too.
you had finished your hair and makeup roughly an hour ago and you’ve planned on either wearing a dress or a skirt, both options seemed uncomfortable as you'll be sitting down the whole time and you'll dread washing the grass stains but you still feel the need to impress your date.
“finally!” jaemin’s specially saved ringtone played on your phone, the melody very catchy and you'd found out it was one of his songs, you pressed the accept button immediately. “nana, i’m gonna be late!”
“i know, i know,” he gushes, "i just finished lecturing jisung- he wanted to wear a hoodie on your date! can you believe it?”
“na jaemin, i will literally spread your netflix password if you don't pick from one of the photos right now.”
“wear the skirt. jisung likes skirts.”
the adrenaline’s still running high in your system the moment you arrive. the river is tranquil with not many people there, just a few sitting on benches and some cycling near the park. the river is flowing smoothly as it should, with countless trees planted around it in purpose of giving shade from the sunlight and under one of them, you spot jisung.
the boy’s laid out on an open mat and while he is facing the other way, you can clearly see him twiddling with his fingers and you giggle, glad that you’re not the only one nervous for this date. you walk slowly onto the grass, hands on your skirt so that it doesn’t go flying when the wind blows. you see a picnic basket in front of jisung, multiple types of food surrounding him and a stereo speaker on his lap.
“hi.” jisung’s head snaps up at the moment your voice hits his ears, getting up quickly on his feet to greet you with his own smile. “hey.”
you’re changing positions ever so often the moment you plop down while music plays for the both of you, the melody sweet and gentle as you try to eat in peace, conversation and banter flowing like the river in your view. jisung’s hands are twitching and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with your endless moving. “do you want to use my hoodie?”
“what?”
“you look uncomfortable in you skirt.” his cheeks are pink and he avoids eye contact while rummaging his backpack, hands popping back into view along with a gray hoodie. “i thought it’d be helpful.”
“thank you, sung.” your plates are placed on the ground while you reach out to take his hoodie, both of your hands brushing for a moment and you blush at the contact. you’re quick to hide your face as you pretend to busy yourself with putting his hoodie on your lap while he’s quick to avert his gaze to the laptop in his backpack.
multiple people pass along the both of you while you eat dessert, kids jogging around and playing soccer while you two watch the clouds move along, sometimes pointing out their shape and what they reminded you of, sometimes even laughing at the shapes jisung comes up with.
“you want to watch a movie?”
the two of you sit side by side, a comfortable distance in between while jisung sets up his laptop and opens netflix to watch a movie. while the movie’s duration shortens, so does the distance between you and jisung, the two of you shoulder to shoulder when the movie hits halfway and it takes everything in you to rest your head on his shoulder, heart beating faster while you wait for his reaction.
jisung is quiet for some time, his body going stiff after you laid your head down. the boy trying to take deep breaths as discreetly as possible. ‘she smells like strawberries and vanilla.’ jisung takes one deep breath, almost coughing when he hears you take one too. ‘come on, jisung. be a man, be a man.’
your heart jumps out of your chest when you feel fingers intertwine with yours. you'd imagine what holding his hand would be like before, only now experiencing how big his hands are and how they're slightly calloused and you feel shy to think about how his slim fingers fit perfectly intertwined between yours, the smooth texture of his palm underneath yours.
the rest of the date goes smoothly, both of you silent as he slowly walks you to the front door of your house. the night air is fresh and cold, slightly nipping at your skin under jisung’s hoodie. he's looking down at his feet the moment you reach the door, your hands ready to push it open and go inside to scream into your pillow. “i had a great time.”
“i- yeah- me too. i had a great time too.” his smile is flustered, cheeks pushed up as he smiles bigger at you. you see him slowly raise his hand to wave as he turns to walk back home. “good night.”
you're bitting the inside of your cheek, eyes trailing after his figure and you cup your hands to your mouth to scream out. "jisung, wait!"
your feet have never moved this fast in your life, you scramble down the side walk to meet him halfway, stopping yourself before you crash into him. under the streetlamp, you decide jisung looks more ethereal anyone else ever would, the thought of seeing him again soon filling your tummy with butterflies. you raise yourself on tiptoes, planting a kiss onto his cheek and making a mad dash back to your front door. you push the door open and wave at him, giggling when you see his tomato like red face. "let's do this again soon, yeah? walk back safe, good night sungie."
the door clicks shut as you slide down the wooden surface, heart beating so fast you press your palm on it, hoping to calm it down. your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and you're not sure how long you’ve stayed in that position until multiple dings from your phone snaps you out.
[20:01] nana🐰
how was your date?
[20:16] nana🐰
jisung just came in looking like a tomato
[20:17] nana🐰
why does he look like this???
[20:17] nana🐰
hellooo????
[20:18] nana🐰
oohhh you kissed him! and asked for another date!!
[20:18] nana🐰
he looks like a love struck fool
[20:19] nana🐰
p.s jisung's going around like an idiot looking for his hoodie. its with you right?
[20:20] nana🐰
p.s.s jisung just realized its with you & says you can keep his hoodie. he said, i quote, “hyung it looked better on her than it ever did on me.”
[20:22] nana🐰
heheh jisung says your hair smells like strawberries and he likes it
[20:25] sungiiiee <3
please don’t read hyung’s messages!
[20:26] sungiiiee <3
i had a really good time...
[20:36] sungiiiee <3
i'll call you tomorrow, goodnight♡
[20:37] hyuck 🤡
he’s smiling so hard at his phone i’m scared his face’ll fall off.
[20:37] hyuck 🤡
it took him a whole ten minutes just to send a heart. love sick idiot.
[20:34] nana🐰
i hope he makes you happy as much as you do him. it makes me happy seeing him like this. tell me about the date tomorrow, now get some rest okay? good night.
[20:37] to: sungiiie <3
too late for that sksksk. your hoodie looks good on me huh?😳 good night sungie♡
[20:38] to: nana🐰
dont worry nana, he made me smile like no one ever did... good night.
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I Don't Need It
• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader
• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff
• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.
• Warnings: mental breakdowns, heartbreak, mentions of blood, science (ew), mentions of death, major angst, arguments, flashbacks, physical injuries, fighting.
• Wordcount : 9.4 k
• Masterlist here!
• Chapters: IX, X
• Song rec of the chapter : Start Over Again - New Hope Club
“Shit, I didn’t think it would be this bad.” Hyuck exclaimed as they finally managed to drag Jaemin out of the arcade. “Why was his wrist glowing like that?!” Chenle exclaimed as Jaemin gripped his wrist tightly, trying to make the burning sensation subside. “Idiot, didn’t you pay attention to Science class?” Hyuck replied as they watched Jeno (who had ran off to the nearest run towards them with a small packet of ice cream mochi in his hand.
“This was the only thing nearby, put this on.” Jeno handed Jaemin the cold packet, who thanked him softly and carefully placed the packet on the burning skin. “What’s happening to him?” Jisung asked, looking at his seniors as Jaemin leaned his back against the wall, slumping against it with a heavy sigh, trying to ignore the searing pain.
“I’m fine, really. It’s just a little wrist pain. It’ll go away sooner or later. I-” Jaemin muttered under his breath before Jeno cuts him off with a strict tone. “Shut up, Jaemin. You’re not okay,” he spoke sternly before running a hand through his hair in distress. “Hyung, what’s going on?” Jisung asked, in a more serious tone, truly concerned for their dear friend.
“It’s his tattoo. It’s burning his blood.” Hyuck explained, his usual teasing tone was now replaced with a serious one. His eyes staring straight at the glowing red skin as the younger boys stared at him in shock, Jaemin’s head shot up in surprise, eyes wide to see if Hyuck was messing him or not. “Hyuck, that’s not funny.” Jaemin let out a strained laugh, letting out a sharp hiss when Jeno pressed the cold pack harder onto his skin. “It’s not a joke, Jaems.” Jeno scolded softly.
“How is that even possible?” Chenle asked, baffled. Jeno rolled his eyes as he released his tight grip on Jaemin’s wrist, causing the younger boy to glare at him, pressing the ice pack against his wrist gently. “Guess someone never payed attention to Science class,” Hyuck muttered under his breath, receiving a punch on the shoulder from Jisung. “Get to the point, hyung.” he frowned.
“From what I remembered, that tattoo is connected to your emotions. It’s like the old red string soulmate theory. It’s the only thing that connects you with your soulmate. if you found your soulmate but they reject you or hurt you in any shape or form, the brain registers emotional pain of heartbreak in the same way as physical pain.” Jeno explains briefly, as Jaemin’s eyes widened at the new information. How come he’s never heard of this before?
“When the tattoo appears, it turns into some kind of blood vessel that connects to the emotional part of your body. And when you experience some form of heartbreak that’s caused by your soulmate, the tattoo somehow produces bacteria that burns your blood on your left wrist, hence the bright glow.” Jeno adds on, sighing, a hand going back to scratch the back of his neck. Hyuck nodded, “I knew this because Jeno gave me his science notes when we had that science test,” Hyuck exclaimed, putting a hand on Jeno’s shoulder who gave him a deadpanned look.
“There are some cases that the pains were so bad that they had to be removed.” Hyuck added on. “And let me tell you, it’s not a fun process to do so. It’s pretty rare, but they say if you’re not careful, removing it might mentally break them.” Hyuck unconsciously rubbed his own wrist, wincing at the mere thought of getting a part of his skin peeled off.
“So all this time. All the chest pains, all the wrist pains I’ve been enduring, was because I was feeling emotionally hurt by my own soulmate?” Jaemin asked in a rather hesitant tone, his pupils filled with disbelief. “Not hurt, per say. More like jealousy.” Hyuck concluded with soft shrug. “Jealousy?” Jaemin gaped, his mouth opened in disbelief. He didn’t know what to say. Or if he could say anything at all. It was all too much to take in.
“Yep. I don’t know if you noticed, but every time you see Renjun and Y/N together these days, you often glare at them as if you were going to have lasers shooting out of your eyeballs into Renjun’s skull.” Jisung joked, a small smile appearing on his face, trying to ease the awkward tension around them. “You need to seriously stop lying to yourself. If the world set you up together, you’re bound to develop feelings whether you like it or not, that’s how this fucked up soulmate system works.” Hyuck groaned in annoyance.
“You’re more stubborn than Jeno when his mom told him to not get a cat because he’s allergic to fur.” Jisung nodded in agreement. Jeno turned his head to the younger boy, letting out a soft, “what?”
“Very funny, you two.” Jaemin rolled his eyes.
“Honestly, hyung, this wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so stubborn bout going against fate.” Chenle huffed, leaning his arm against Jaemin’s left shoulder, looking at the older boy with sympathy in his eyes. “Wait, does this mean,” Jaemin paused as his mind drifted back to you, his brows furrowed in confusion and a slight tint of horror.
“All this time, y/n felt this excruciating sensation for two whole years?” Jaemin gulped. By the way Jisung and Chenle gazed at their older friends curiously, he assumed they didn’t know any of this. A part of him didn’t want to talk bout this in front of them. Yet, another part of him was too curious yet nervous to find out the answer, for his friends’ reactions had said it all. The two boys looked away sadly, bowing their heads to avoid eye contact with their best friend. Jaemin felt his heart drop into his stomach, your innocent smile flashing through his mind, causing his guilt to fill him up even more.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jaemin asked, guilt filling his veins like a running tap filling up a jug with water.
“We wanted to. At first, we thought you knew. That’s why we were rather hesitant when talking to you since that day,” Hyuck exclaimed with an exhausted sigh, biting his lip nervously, referring to your birthday. “Then when you said you almost failed science back then because you didn’t bother reading the notes we shared, we were about to tell you,” Jeno continued hesitantly, his own eyes filled with guilt, remembering how Jaemin hated the ideas of soulmates so much, he didn’t even want to listen to the teachers explanations when it comes to the soulmate system that he purposely didn’t study for the soulmate part of the topic for the test.
“But then,” Hyuck cut him off.
2 years ago
“Dude, you barely passed Science, what’s up with that?” Jeno gaped, seeing Jaemin’s low score displayed on the pin board their school had set up beside every entrance to each class for event posters and test scores. Jaemin shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes filled with disinterest. “This was like the easiest topic of the whole semester, how in hell did you get a 72?” Hyuck exclaimed in disbelief.
“I didn’t bother to study with this one,” Jaemin shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Dude, it’s about the soulmate system. The only interesting topic in the whole school year, it’s all basic knowledge.” Hyuck deadpanned, nudging Jaemin’s arm with his elbow. Jaemin rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance. “So? I don’t want to know shit bout that lousy system.” Jaemin replied with pursed lips.
“Shit, man. That’s kind of mean. I bet you didn’t even know that if you hurt your soulmate you’ll-”
“Haechan! Jeno!”
The three boys turned to see you smiling widely at them, though the smile didn’t reach your eyes. You quickly jogged up to the two boys, grabbing the, by the elbows in each hand, gripping onto them tightly. “Hey Nana!” you greeted, giving your soulmate a loving smile who just sent you a small friendly smile and a small wave. “Sorry, do you mind if I borrow your friends for a bit? I got something to say to them,” you giggled nervously, tugging them backwards to say it’s urgent so that Jaemin couldn’t catch on.
“Where did you come from?” Jeno asked, raising a brow at you. You frowned slightly, “through the wall.” You replied in a sarcastic tone, causing Hyuck to let out a soft chuckle. “It’s really urgent. I really need to talk to you guys,” you spoke seriously, tugging them back as Jaemin raised his brow at you suspiciously. “What’s so urgent that you got to take my friends away from me, huh?” Jaemin teased, causing you to let out a soft laugh.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you winked, giggling. “But we have class in less than-” Jeno was immediately cut off by your desperate tone as you tugged them back quite roughly. “It’ll just take a second!” you said nervously, eyes pleading at them to go with the flow. Hyuck and Jeno shared perplexed looks before letting you tug them away from Jaemin.
“See you in Chemistry, Jaemin!” Jeno waved at his friend, who waved back with a soft smile before turning to the other direction to get to his locker. You pulled Hyuck and Jeno around the corner, looking back to see if you were far enough from Jaemin. “What’s up with you Y/N? You look like my little sister when she told her teacher that I ate her homework.” Hyuck asked in a concerned tone.
Your smile from before dissipated into a rather exhausted expression, sighing as you leaned back against some random student’s locker. “You guys have to promise me to not talk to Jaemin anything related to the soulmate system.” you frowned, eyes boring onto theirs seriously. Jeno frowned, confused. “Okay. Why though?” he asked questioningly.
You looked back, making sure Jaemin was nowhere to be seen before hesitantly speaking. “He doesn’t know anything bout the soulmate system. Like, literally nothing.” you started, rubbing the back of your neck in distress, letting out a pained sigh. “He’s been that way ever since we were kids, you know that, Jeno. And it’s best if we keep it that way,” you explained.
“Y/n, no. You know full well what’s going to happen. You’re gonna get hurt, like physically hurt, y/n. We need to tell him,” Jeno shook his head, refusing boldly with Hyuck nodding in agreement. You sighed, smiling softly. “I knew you were going to say that. But really, I’m going to be fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” you waved it off with a light smile.
Hyuck and Jeno gave you uncertain looks. “I’m serious.” you huffed with a slight pout, “I appreciate you two caring bout my well being but I’m really going to be okay. Trust me,” you held up two crossed fingers from your left hand, grinning sheepishly. Hyuck and Jeno eyed the sore mark around the tattoo on your wrist, identical to Jaemin’s which was red as if it had been gripped tightly by someone.
“Y/n, you’re gonna get even more hurt. You need to tell Jaemin, what if he stops being stubborn if you just tell him?” Hyuck tried to reason, feeling his own wrist sting by the sight of yours, wondering how painful it could be to feel such an awful sensation. You let out a soft shrug, “I don’t want to see him sad like that. I am his soulmate after all, soulmates are suppose to keep each other happy.” you smiled, though Jeno and Hyuck could see the sadness through your pupils.
“What’s the point in that? You’re just gonna keep him in the dark so he can be happy while you suffer in pain every day? That isn’t fair, y/n. It isn’t fair to you nor to Jaemin,” Jeno furrowed his brows, feeling frustrated with his stubborn friend. Why couldn’t he just get over the whole ‘I’m going against fate because this whole soulmate system sucks’ bullshit?
You gigged softly, looking down at the sore mark around your tattoo, caressing the balloon doodle with your thumb. “You two don’t fully understand. I want him to love me, but I don’t want him to love me just because he’s forced to.” you sighed, taking your two friends aback slightly. “Maybe one day-” you shook your head profusely, trying to shake the negativity out of your head.
“No, I know one day, he’ll love me back the way I love him. I just need to be patient with his stubborn ass. I’ll never stop trying until that happens. And when that happens, maybe none of us will be sad anymore.” the sad yet hopeful smile you plastered across your lips was enough to break Jeno and Hyuck’s heart. They wished you and Jaemin could have an easier plot to your story, wishing that you wouldn’t have to go through such a painful process just to make your soulmate happy. But love makes you do crazy things, and they knew they should respect your decision.
“How are you so sure? It’s been months, y/n.” Jeno asked rather hesitantly. But he needed an answer why you couldn’t just tell him. Hyuck nodded, he couldn’t find the courage to speak. Hell, Hyuck didn’t even know what to say to you, not when you were looking at him as if you were clinging on to your last hope of life. You gave him those sad smiles you only see in movies when a main character knows they’re in for a long painful ride through life.
“I’m actually not.” you replied shortly, putting your hands into the pockets of your jacket, “But this is what love does to me. It makes me feel as if I gave up on this, I’m going to have the whole world turned upside down. I guess I’m just that whipped.” you shrugged simply, kicking a crumpled ball of paper someone dropped earlier. “Love? What is love, really?” Hyuck asked in a rather bitter tone, recalling the hurt expressions you would always have whenever Jaemin wasn’t looking.
You paused to think bout it for a moment before looking at the two boys with a knowing look, “I don’t know myself. But it feels amazing to be in love, I want it to last as long as possible. Even if it might not work out for me in the end, I just want to at least cherish it while I can,” you grinned, giving them enthusiastic jazz hands.
“So, can you promise me that you’ll both keep this between the three of us?”
“So you both actually kept it from me all these years?” Jaemin exclaimed, feeling anger overwhelm his whole body. Hyuck’s head shot up, “she looked tired enough, we couldn’t say no, you asshole!” he shot back defensively, jaw clenching tightly. “Telling you would be like taking her last bit of hope, she didn’t want to burden you with the thought, so she kept it to herself, you ungrateful douchebag!” he spat, his face red with anger as he stared back at his friend in disbelief.
“Oh, so you decided to let her suffer internally so I can feel like shit about it later on? Sure, Donghyuck!” Jaemin shot back, pulling the frozen pack to clench his fists by his sides. “Oh, so it’s y/n’s fault now, is it? That’s what you’re implying?!” Hyuck growled, letting out a groan of annoyance at his best friend’s stubborn self.
“You ass, you really can’t see how fucking stupid you’re being? She’s your fucking soulmate, for fucks sakes! Get your head out of your ass and wake up, if you just showed a bit of interest with the whole soulmate system then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place!”
At this point, things were getting a bit too intense for the two boys, Jisung had to step forward and grip his senior’s shoulder, in case Hyuck tried to do something to Jaemin. “Shut up, Hyuck. You don’t even know what you’re talking about! You’re just one of those people who follows this fucked up soulmate system, you just don’t get it!” Jaemin took a step forward towards the older boy, jaw clenched tightly in anger.
“Yeah, sure, if this system is so fucked up, then what bout you, huh? What about you, Na Jaemin?”
“What about me?”
“If this whole system is fucked up, like you say it is. Then what about you? Don’t you think it’s fucked up that you keep hurting your own childhood best friend for your own selfish purposes, you prick?”
“Hyung, I think thats-” Jisung attempted to coax Hyuck to stop before he did some permanent damage to their whole friendship, only for the older boy to shrug his hand away with a harsh scowl on his lips. “Shut up, Jisung. I’ve had it with this bullshit, it’s time he opens his fucking eyes and stop acting like a fucking brat.” Hyuck spat back at the younger, causing the poor boy to sigh in defeat.
“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” Jaemin felt his heart ache, not in the way whenever he would see you or Renjun. It was a different kind of ache, it felt as if tiny sharp objects were slowly piercing through his heart. And Jaemin was afraid that he didn’t know how to make it stop.
“It’s funny how you just tossed away her feelings for your own for two whole years. You didn’t even know that she was hurting, right? You treated her like shit for two years: throwing away her cookies, her gifts. Taking her kindness for granted, rolling your eyes at her whenever she was in the room. Not to mention talking shit bout her behind her back.”
“I do not talk shit about her behind her back-”
“Oh, really? What about those times you complained how clingy she was? How she was suffocating you with her presence? How she was getting annoying day by day, huh? What do you call that?”
“I was just-”
“You were just what, Jaemin? You were just pissed off? Or was it because you didn’t think she was right behind you listening? Or is it gonna be another of your petty excuses?”
Jaemin couldn’t respond, he didn’t know want to say. He admits that what he’s done in the past wasn’t the nicest things, but he was just upset whenever he said those things. He froze in his place, unable to find the right words to respond. Or rather, he couldn’t respond at all.
“Oh, so now you have nothing to say? Just admit that you’re being irrational about this whole situation, Jaemin. It’s not that hard to admit that you’re wrong, you bastard. No wonder Y/n replaced yo-”
Before Donghyuck could finish his sentence, Jaemin pushed Donghyuck by the chest harshly in anger. Hyuck took a few steps back at the harsh impact, his scowl turning into a smug grin. “Shut up, Donghyuck.” Jaemin growled, shrugging off Jeno’s hand when Jeno stepped forward to gently coax Jaemin to let it go before they both do something that’ll get them in trouble.
“Did I hit a nerve? You know it’s true, Na. You just won’t admit it!” Hyuck growled, causing Jaemin’s blood to boil under his skin. Both of his fists were clenched tightly, ready to punch something. Or rather, someone.
“Stop it, Hyuck.” Jeno barked, his tone getting an octave lower. At this point, Jisung and Chenle were eyeing their elders cautiously, ready to drop their snacks to the floor in case a fight breaks out. “What? I’m not lying, aren’t I? It wouldn’t take a genius to know that Y/n basically replaced him with someone clearly better for her. I mean, Renjun’s would be a way better soulmate than your selfish ass, anyways.” Hyuck taunted with a proud glint in his pupils.
“Hyuck, stop it before you’re gonna regret something,” Jeno barked once again as Jaemin clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching tightly as the atmosphere thickens between the three boys. “If only Y/n wasn’t cursed to be soulmate with an asshole like you, then she didn’t have to put up with your ungrateful ass for all these years!” Hyuck exclaimed, raising his hands up dramatically to rile Jaemin up even more.
It all happened so fast.
In a split second, Jaemin launched himself onto Hyuck, grabbing the younger boy by the collar. “Take it back,” Jaemin spat in his face, tone laced with anger. Hyuck still had a proud smirk on his face, provoking the boy even more by his smug expression. “I’m happy she didn’t have to get stuck with you for the rest of her life despite being cursed for having the same tat-”
Hyuck didn’t get to finish his sentence when Jaemin’s fist collided against the side of his face. “Jaemin! Hyuck!” Jeno ripped the two boys apart, holding Jaemin back before he causes a ruckus. Jisung and Chenle held Hyuck back as Jeno began to scold the younger boys, “Fuck off, Jeno!” Jaemin tried to shove Jeno off of him, but Jeno tightened his grip on Jaemin’s shoulder, holding him back tightly.
“Jaemin, stop it you’re making a scene.” Jeno hissed as Hyuck let out a cocky “Ha!”, getting out of Jisung and Chenle’s grip. “No, Jen. Let him go, maybe if he beats me up, he’s gonna realize how shitty of a human being he’s been.” Hyuck taunted with a sinister laugh, causing Jaemin to let out a harsh growl at his friend. “You little-”
“Hyuck, stop provoking him. Jaemin, calm down before someone calls security!” Jeno struggled to keep Jaemin at arms length from Hyuck, Jaemin’s pupils darted at the people around them staring, whispering and crying out for someone to get security. He felt anxiety crawl up his skin at the countless of eyes glaring at them, but one that truly caught his eye was your own figure walking out of the arcade.
You had a skip in your step with an enthusiastic smile on your face as you stared back at your friends, pointing at the nearest food court as you looked back at your friends. His eyes widened slightly when he saw one of your friends pointing towards the crowd around them, anger soon being replaced with a strong surge of panic.
Jaemin masked his panic with an incredulous scoff, shoving Jeno’s hand off of him with an annoyed huff before bumping his shoulder against Donghyuck who gave him a death glare as he stomped off to the parking lot as fast as he could, ignoring the eyes of strangers as he leaves his friends behind.
“Son of a bitch!”
Jaemin couldn’t be anymore thankful that his parents were away on a business trip for two weeks, they didn’t have to see their son experiencing a mental breakdown right before their eyes. Jaemin slammed the door shut as hard as he could, hitting his fist against the door in anger, swearing loudly as he vents his anger out on the white wooden door.
His fists were red with pain, but at that moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care. All he wanted was to block out the pain he was feeling deep down inside of him and let it out before it exploded inside him. Before the pressure broke him inside and outside.
Eventually, the sound of his fists hitting the wooden door stopped. Jaemin took a step back, panting, his hair messy, his blood boiling, his heart racing in his chest, exhaustion filling his entire body. He collapsed onto the mattress of his bed, sighing out. Jaemin felt exhausted, mentally and physically. He felt like being stuck in his room for the rest of his life. He felt like he wanted to just disappear.
Jaemin turned over to his stomach, burying his face against the soft fabric of his pillows. His heart ached even more, his wrist wasn’t burning anymore but it still left a dull ache in it’s wake. And for once in his life he wasn’t covering his soulmate tattoo with his watch or wristbands. Jaemin’s glassy eyes stared at the small tattoo that got him into this big of a mess in the first place as his mind keeps spinning in his head.
The tattoo that was once a bright doodle of a small red balloon floating in the middle of two clouds had now transitioned into a dim crimson red, the white color in the clouds and the bright red color in the balloon were barely visible. Jaemin assumed that was probably the side effects of either the pain killers he took or the tattoo releasing bacteria from the emotional pain in his chest.
Jaemin chuckled to himself, turning his head to see the half empty bottle of pain killers standing innocently on his desk. Laughing lightly to himself at how frustrated he gets whenever the pain wouldn’t stop despite taking the maximum dosage. “I’m so stupid.” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his face with his palms in frustration.
On second thought, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw your tattoo. Jaemin’s brows furrowed, at the thought. Come to think of it, you had been covering your own tattoo up these past couple months. Either with the matching friendship bracelet he got you for your 16th birthday, joking how you should cover your tattoo with it, hours prior to when your tattoo appeared.
You wore it all the time since then. The charms on the bracelet were large enough to cover the small tattoo on your wrist. Were you using the bracelet as an excuse to cover the marks your tattoo left on your skin from everyone else? Was your cheerful demeanor a facade all this time to cover your pain from Jaemin so that Jaemin wouldn’t feel guilty for hurting you?
Everything was a mess.
Jaemin wanted this whole problem to just disappear.
He groaned as he sat up from his bed, eyes examining his bedroom. The distant nostalgic sound of both of your laughter echoing in his mind as he recalled the times when you two used to joke around and make each other laugh so hard you had to hold your stomachs. The memory of him flicking your forehead whenever you do something annoying to make him laugh. Pupils staring at the small pebble that sat at the corner of his desk, his mind fluttering back to the time when you were 15.
“So I have a present for you.” you giggled, barging into his room and dropping your bag carelessly in the middle of the room. Jaemin looks up from his phone, raising his brow as a smile stretched across his face. “Is it food?” he asked, an eager smile stretching across his face as he watched you pounce on his bed with your arms stretched out like a starfish.
You turned to your best friend, giving him a bittersweet smile before letting out an evil, loud, maniac laugh, leaning you head back for a dramatic effect, abruptly turning to Jaemin with a deadpanned expression before letting out a cold emotionless, “no.”
Jaemin frowned, his bottom lip jutting out as he whined. “And here I thought you’d finally pay me back for all the peanut butter sandwiches I sacrificed every recess.” he complained under his breath, smacking your backside with one of the pillows behind him. You giggled, sitting up as you watched your best friend pursed his lips at you.
“You wish, Na Jaemin. That’s never going to happen, that I can assure.” you giggled, shaking your head as you snatched the pillow from his hands to lay it on top of your lap. “Then what did you get me?” he asked, a confused frown forming on his lips, leaning his head to the side in curiosity. You smiled simply at him, “close your eyes, first.”
“Why?” he eyed you suspiciously, watching as your right arm reached for something inside the pocket of the peach coloured hoodie you were wearing. “I swear if you get me one of those strawberry infused tea that the 6 year old girl from across the street constantly forces innocent bystanders to buy, I’m going to-”
You let out an incredulous scoff, putting your hand on your chest with an offended frown. “Preposterous!” You gasped dramatically. “I would never make my best friend suffer by buying him a disgusting drink made by a 6 year old who eats play doh for a living!” you exclaimed with an offended tone.
Jaemin gave you an incredulous look, leaning back on the bed with his arms supporting him as he raised a brow a you. “You literally made me try her special oreo, milo, peanut butter and jam, ‘expresso’ a few weeks ago.” he said, wiggling his index and middle fingers when he said ‘expresso’.
You gave him an innocent dorky grin in response, “no regrets.” You hissed with a smug smile. Jaemin rolled his eyes at you, “I’m serious, I’m actually concerned. Knowing you, you probably hired some weird psychic witch to make a voodoo doll of me.” he frowned jokingly. Actually, he was half joking considering you were weird enough to convince him that you were secretly a witch from another dimension.
You giggled, putting the back of your hand on the top of your head as you wailed out dramatically like those people in theaters and soap operas. “Oh dear God, Na Jaemin has no faith in his oh-so-amazing best friend! What have their friendship become!” you cried out, scrunching your face as you pretended to cry in front of him, causing Jaemin to reach his hand out to pinch your cheek gingerly.
“I don’t think ‘amazing’ is a word I would use to describe this whole experience of being your friend since diapers.”
Now it was your turn to purse your lips, causing Jaemin to send you a charming wink, rolling your eyes in response. “Is that so? I think it’s time to finally terminate our friendship.” you sniffled, wiping an invisible tear as Jaemin let out a laugh your statement. “I’m kidding, Y/n.” he cooed in a high pitched voice, putting both his palms against you cheek and squishing them together to pucker your lips.
He snickered as you smacked his hands away from your face, “get your hands off of my face, you peasant.” you giggled before sitting up straight and giving him a serious look. “Now. Close your eyes!” you frowned, booping his nose jokingly. Jaemin raised his brow at you, pushing your finger away from the tip of his nose. “Fine,” he sighed, closing his eyes slowly.
He felt you tug down the hood of the jacket he was wearing over his head, feeling your palm pat against the fabric against his eyelids .”No peeking, Jaemin!” you exclaimed eagerly, your hands moving to pull his hands out from behind him. He rolled his eyes with a small chuckle when he felt your fingers pry his own open to spread out his palms.
“Did you get me those old squishy stress balls you keep gazing at whenever we go to the mall?” he asked with a soft giggle when he feels you place something small and smooth in his palm. “I’m too broke for that, you know that, Jaemin. Now, open your eyes!” you giggled, he felt the bed sink, signalling you probably moved to lay down.
Jaemin placed the object in his hands in his left hand, his right moving to pull the hood over to the back of his head as he slowly opened his eyes and looks down at what you have placed in his palm. His brows furrowed in confusion at the grey object you had placed in his palm, his head shooting up to look at the cheeky grin displayed on your face.
In his palms was a small pebble.
A fucking pebble.
He squinted his eyes at you to see if you were joking, but you just kept giving him the same cheeky grin. You weren’t joking in the slightest. You two stared at each other for the next 15 seconds. Your eyes wide as if daring him to speak and complain while his dared yours to explain what level of degeneracy your weirdness has come to.
Jaemin clicked his tongue at you.
“You got me a rock?” he deadpanned after a pregnant pause. You were on your stomach, gazing up at him with your face in your palms with a chesire grin spread across your face. “First of all, it’s a pebble. Second, it’s not just a pebble, it’s a pebble with-” Jaemin watched you lean over to flip the pebble in his hands around.
“A picture of Doraemon!” you exclaimed cheerfully. Jaemin stared at the small cheap sticker of Doraemon winking at him, then stared back at you with a blank expression. He bit his lip to keep himself from bursting out laughing, watching you bite back your own laughs. “You got to be joking me. Please tell me you’re joking,” Jaemin threw his head back laughing, placing the pebble on his bedsheets in front of him as he applauded and laughed at the same time.
You shook your head as you wheezed, laughing loudly as you smacked your fists against the pillow you were laying on. “Oh you WISH I was joking. Hell no, dude, you’re gonna keep a rock as a momento of my iconic existence.” you shook your head, wiping the tears from your eyes as Jaemin stared at you incredulously.
“What the hell am I suppose to do with a rock? Also what’s with the sticker? It looks like some weird omen.” Jaemin snickered, he really couldn’t stop laughing at how stupid this situation looks. You shrugged innocently, giving him a teasing grin. “The sticker adds flavor to the pebble. I couldn’t find any permanent markers to decorate it with.” you shrugged, causing Jaemin to bawl out laughing, throwing his head back.
“Remind me why I’m still friends with you?” he chuckled. You puckered up your lips gingerly, “because you just married me.” you winked, causing Jaemin to furrow his brows in confusion. “Have you been eating to many candies again, y/n?” he asked, placing the back of his palm against your forehead. You huffed, slapping his hand away, eliciting soft giggles from your best friend.
“You accepted my gift, that means we’re married!”
“How so? What kind of weird nonsense have you discovered this time?”
“Hush, this is actually a really cute fact.”
Jaemin sighed, nodding his head as he gestured you to continue on. You grinned gingerly, “Did you know that when penguins propose to their mates, they give their mates a pebble? Like some sort of wedding ring!”
There was a pregnant pause. Jaemin just giving you an incredulous smile, his cheeks flushed pink as he wonders how adorable this moment could possibly get. “Is this your way of saying you want to marry me or is this your way of calling me short?” Jaemin teased, his sweet wide smile never leaving his face as he leaned over towards you.
You raised your brows in surprise, a bright pink tint appearing on the soft skin of your cheeks. “Welp, this clearly backfired.” you muttered under your breath, causing Jaemin to let out an amused laugh. “What were you even trying to do here?” he exclaimed, stretching his arm out to gingerly pinch both of your pink cheeks as you whined out in embarrassment.
“I just want to pull a little harmless prank to make you blush. I clearly didn’t think this through.” you said, gripping his wrist as you try to pry his hands off of your cheeks. Jaemin giggled, his heart fluttering. “You’re getting weirder day by day.” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head profusely at you.
“Shut up, I thought it was cute and funny at the same time.”
“Would you marry me though?”
“What?”
Jaemin gulped, shaking his head when he realised he said that out loud. “Would you marry me though if we had the chance?” he asked shyly, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with a bashful smile. You leaned your head to the side, pondering for a small moment, attempting to ignore the heat rushing through your cheeks. “Would you?” you mused, chuckling at your best friend who just gave you a dopey grin.
Jaemin shrugged, “I don’t see why not. It’s better than marrying someone you met because of a stupid birthmark.” he smiled innocently. You rolled your eyes at this. “Your resentment towards the soulmate system will always be an unattractive point. I hate to be the person who blows a candle, only to have the same lame soulmate mark as you.” you joked, causing Jaemin to smack you with the pillow beside him.
“Rude!” he exclaimed with a laugh. “What if you were that unfortunate soul?” he asked with a giggle, causing you to frown. “Well screw that, I’ll peel the damn mark off of my skin.” you shot back, giggling in between words as Jaemin pouted at your words, pursing his lips in response. “Wouldn’t that be ironic, though? We’ve been friends since diapers, I’d be damned if I have to spend the rest of my life with you.” you commented.
Jaemin stopped laughing, leaning back on his arms as he took a moment to think about it. “But wouldn’t it be better that way though? Like, you wouldn’t have to go through that awkward introduction phase when we could just move on to the honeymoon phase.”
You scoffed. “I’d rather barf in my cereal.”
You let out a loud ‘oof’ when Jaemin tackled you against the sheets to smack you with his pillow repeatedly.
Jaemin chuckled to himself at the memory, smiling sadly at how ironic yet cliche this whole ordeal was. He walked over to his desk, picking up the pebble from the space in between his books and stationary. He tossed the pebble in the air, catching it in his other hand. His eyes pausing at the old Doraemon sticker on the pebble, half of Doraemon’s face had disappeared. (Jaemin’s weird desires to peel things off had kicked it when he was tossing around the pebble in boredom)
His thumb glazed over the sticker, causing it to fall off of the pebble and to the carpet floor. “Shit!” Jaemin cursed, kneeling down to find the Doraemon sticker. ‘Y/N’s gonna kill me,’ he thought to himself with a chuckle as he picked up the sticker, it took him a few seconds for him to realize that you two weren’t friends anymore. ‘Right, she probably doesn’t care about some stupid sticker anymore.’ he frowned, sighing heavily.
He gently placed the sticker back on the pebble despite the fact that it couldn’t stick anymore, placing the pebble back on his desk as he stood back up on his feet, He looks back down when he felt his wallet slip out of the pocket of his jacket when he stood up. His heavy heart weighing down on him when he looks down at his wallet.
His wallet had fallen open, revealing the photo of you two when you were still kids slipped into the transparent pocket of his wallet. Jaemin picked up his wallet in between his fingers, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he collapsed back on the mattress of his bed. He tucked his arm under his head as he turned over to his side, never keeping his eyes off of the picture in his wallet.
The picture was slightly blurry. Baby Jaemin was attacking you with his latest transformers action figure, his lips puckered to make dramatic sound effects. Baby you had your face scrunched in laughter, a hand outstretched to shove him away by his shoulder. You had a barbie doll in your free hand, protecting your barbie from his transformers figure.
Baby Jaemin’s cap was floating in mid air, having been knocked off of his head when you threw your doll’s hairbrush at the perfect moment. The one who took the picture was your grandmother, who truly believed that you two were soulmates since the dawn of time. Jaemin’s frown deepened at the thought of your beloved grandma. How she would use any given time to take at least one picture of the two of you together. How she would walk in the middle of your play time to five you two some cookies or treats she made.
“Grandma, what’s a soulmate?” you asked in the middle of your play date with Jaemin. Your grandma smiled simply, sighing as she leaned her cheek against her palm. “Soulmate, huh?” she repeated as Jaemin sat beside you in front of her with a cookie in his between hands. “A soulmate is like..” your grandmother paused, eyeing the two of you as you sat side by side with cookies in your hands as you obediently listened to your grandmother’s words.
“To me, a soulmate is like a best friend. It’s the one person who knows you better than anyone else.” she explained briefly. “More than your own family?” Jaemin asked, chewing in between words, causing your grandma to chuckle. “Almost more than your own family,” she winked, grabbing a cookie of her own out of the container filled with chocolate chip cookies.
“It’s also someone who makes you a better person in life, because most of the times, they inspire you to be a better person. A soulmate is someone you can carry with you forever.”
“Forever? Wouldn’t they get bored?” You asked with an innocent tilt of your head. Your grandmother smiled briefly, “well, would you get bored of playing with Jaemin, Y/n?” she asked, causing the both of you to look at each other. You shook your head with a bright smile, “never! Jaemin is my best friend!” you exclaimed, causing Jaemin to let out a loud cheer. “And y/n is mine!” he exclaimed, wrapping his tiny arms around your figure as he gingerly pressed his cheek against yours, causing you to giggle.
“That’s good. Though, a soulmate will always support you and believe in you. They will stay by your side no matter what. They’ll always be there to make you smile.” your grandmother explained. “Does that mean a soulmate is someone who can make you happy all the time?” y/n asked, eliciting a soft chuckle from your grandma who just nodded simply.
“Exactly my dear!” she exclaimed. “Gross,” Jaemin teased, scrunching his face in disgust at the thought. Your grandma chuckled, leaning down to fondly ruffle Jaemin’s hair. “Jae, you shouldn’t say things like that. I’m sure you’ll understand and change your mind when you’re older and more mature.” she spoke gently, making Jaemin scoff lightly, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“No I won’t! Just you watch, Grandma! I’m not going to have a soulmate when I grow up!” he exclaimed with a huff. You giggled as you hugged your barbie doll to your chest, “well I do! It sounds like a forever friend!”
Jaemin raised a brow at you, tilting his head in confusion. “A forever friend?” he asked. You nodded eagerly, pulling your barbie doll away from your chest to play with it’s bendable arms as you continued to explain. “A friend that’s going to be with you forever and ever like Mr. Snuggles!” you exclaimed, pointing at the big teddy bear leaning against Jaemin’s power ranger action figure.
“I wish I could meet my soulmate now!” you exclaimed with a bright giggle. “I’m sure they’ll be the nicest person ever!”
At this point, Jaemin couldn’t hold back his tears. His heart aching like never before, but this time he didn’t bother grabbing the bottle of pain killers near him. He puts his wallet on his nightstand as he sniffled, his heart overwhelmed with different emotions all at one. Guilt. Anger. Regret.
Jaemin furiously wiped the tears from his face, his frustration growing by the second. “Fuck!” he cried out, sobs coming out of his throat as tears continuously cascade down his cheeks. He turned over to his stomach, burying his face in the soft fabric to muffle his cries and sobs.
They say karma hits back at the best of times. It was no different with Na Jaemin. Like what your grandma had said, he’d change his mind of his perception of this whole soulmate system. There was no point in fighting against fate. How could he be so selfish as to let the people he cared about get hurt? How could he be so foolish to take your kindness for granted?
Jaemin’s eyes screw shut tightly, trying to stop the flashbacks going through his head. He knew he couldn’t stop the nostalgic memories from flooding through his mind. After all, you two shared every moment of your lives with each other that it would be preposterous for the world to not make you two soulmates. This is what he wanted right? He wanted you to go away.
Now, he just wanted his best friend back. He wanted you to give him cookies again every week. He wanted you to sit next to him during every class you had together and make weird jokes or express abstract opinions of a certain topic. He missed those times when you two would go to the arcade to get the biggest stuffed animal in all the crane games you could find and play some Mario Kart afterwards.
He missed how you would sneakily wear his hoodie in the middle of class because you ‘were cold’ or ‘forgot to bring yours’. He missed blasting music loudly from his car radio as he drives you both to school, headbanging aggressively to the beat of whatever song was playing on the radio. The way you would comfort him by buying him desserts or cookies from the nearest bakery whenever he received a scolding from Coach or the former Team Captain.
Jaemin paused, remembering your bright smile when you stood in front of Renjun. That genuine smile you always used whenever he was in your line of vision. He sighed at the vivid memory, He moved so he was laying on his back, sniffling back his tears as his mind spun even more as he couldn’t help but think that maybe Donghyuck was right.
Whenever he was a jerk, Renjun was always there to comfort you. He was always there to help you whenever you were on the brink of failing a certain subject while Jaemin would always ditch you for practice or to hang out with Jeno and Haechan. Maybe it would be better if Renjun was your soulmate instead of Jaemin.
He’ll make you way more happier than he ever could. Jaemin’s heart clenched against his chest at the thought of you being in a romantic relationship with someone else. Though, who was he to complain if you and Renjun were secretly into each other? He knew it was very unlikely for a someone to fall for someone else that’s not their soulmate, but it wasn’t completely impossible for one to do so.
All that you ever wanted was to have someone by your side for the rest of your life to make you smile when you’re at your worst. Jaemin couldn’t even do that back when he broke your music box. What was the point in asking you to forgive him now if you wouldn’t even look him in the eyes without giving him an expression equivalent to what an injured puppy would at their owner?
You deserved someone like Renjun.
Maybe Hyuck was right. You were cursed to be born with a soulmate like him. You were cursed to have the same stupid tattoo as he did on your wrist. You didn’t deserve to suffer that much emotional pain for such a long time for his sake. You didn’t deserve all the pain he put you through. And he knew he didn’t deserve to have you in his life.
Jaemin spent the rest of his day crying his eyes out. Finally letting out the pent up emotions that his actions had caused him, letting his heart scream out in pain as it tries to release the tension that came with longing for the feeling of holding your delicate heart in the palms of his hands. At that single moment, he never wished for anything so bad as he did when he wished he could start this whole soulmate ordeal over again.
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Of all the many people in the world who wanted him dead, All For One had to admit that he was rather surprised by the person who actually managed to both track him down and get past his impressive security.
He knew someone was there the moment he opened the door. Could sense the presence of another person in his high rise apartment that shouldn’t have been there. A steady heartbeat, unflinching and unafraid. Brave or stupid, he wasn’t sure, but they’d be dead either way once he wrung out of them how they’d gotten in and which of his security detail he was going to have to kill.
He shrugged off his coat - it was new and fit him well, he’d rather not get blood on it - and hung it up carefully by the front door. Slipped off his shoes and rolled his shoulders with a sigh. Though that particular apartment was not homey per se, there was something oddly comforting about returning to a living space that was entirely his own at the end of a day. Though centuries ago, a childhood fraught with uncertain living situations and inconsistent care had left marks on him that time and power had not fully been able to shake.
All the more reason to make the intruder’s death slow, as insignificant a threat as they were, they’d at least been able to find him. Which meant finding a new luxury apartment, perhaps even in a new city. And he despised moving.
He kept his steps light on the polished wooden floors, stopping by the oversized and little used kitchen for some water before he meandered his way towards the living room where his uninvited guest waited. Perhaps he’d throw them out the window, eighty stories up would make for a rather long time to think about their impending death. Or maybe tear them apart inch by literal inch so they had to languish in their suffering.
Setting his glass down on the kitchen counter he stepped into his spacious living room and paused at what sat waiting for him.
All For One, Emperor of Darkness, King of all Villains, Boogeyman of the Boogeymen found himself...uncertain.
There was a woman seated on his couch. Casually dressed and relaxed looking, knees drawn up and tucked beneath her, an open book bag on the floor beside where she sat and a law textbook in hand. She finished highlighting a section carefully before capping the marker and turning her gaze on to him, letting him see her face properly for the first time.
Green eyes were the first thing that struck him. Clear and bright and intelligent, set in a kind face. Her hair, also green, was swept down a little past her shoulders with half of it pulled up in a fluttering little bun at the back of her head. He was struck by two thoughts as he took her in.
The woman sitting before him was entirely unintimidated by him.
And...
She looked a bit like Nana Shimura.
The woman tilted her head, seeming to take him in while he’d been observing her. She shifted on the couch a little, shutting the book softly and setting it down. Her heartbeat was steady, her gaze unflinching but not combative. Purpose seemed to flow off of her, as resolute as her steady gaze. He understood that she knew exactly who he was and felt no need for fear nor sense of unease in his presence. A strong will, he knew the aura he carried around him well and it was someone interesting indeed who could face the overwhelming killing intent that drifted off him in waves without so much as a flicker of uncertainty.
“Hello.” She said with a soft, clear voice. The kind of ease one has with an acquaintance or a friend not often seen, not a stranger whose house she had invaded. “I’m sorry to have broken in like this.” She started, with the appropriate level of apology one would save for knocking over a stranger’s drink. “But I was hoping you’d be able to help me.”
He should be irritated, he should just kill her and get on with his evening, he should make her an example for anyone else stupid enough to think they could waltz into his home without consquence.
He wasn’t irritated though. And he didn’t kill her. Instead he found himself oddly...charmed by the stranger that sat before him.
“Indeed?” He asked blandly, slipping his hands into his pockets before leaning against the wall casually. “I’m afraid you’re rather lost if you think this is a police station.”
The woman broke into a small smile, a soft huffing chuckle leaving her. Shaking her head she dropped her gaze for a moment and he saw the faint pink of a blush on her cheeks. He was, he realized. He was absolutely charmed by her. And it wasn’t even her Quirk doing it, hers had the feel of a gravitational telekinesis, not a mood altering ability. The woman that sat before him, who had broken into his home and casually asked him for help as if searching for her stray cat, was oddly endearing. And it had been a long time since he had found himself endeared by anything, let alone a person.
“Sorry,” She said, shifting on the couch. “I’ve probably done this all wrong. But I wanted you to know I was serious.” Green eyes met his own and he was struck again by the intelligence he saw in her gaze. “I don’t know why I thought this would be the way to do it but…” She gave a shrug, then slowly got to her feet. Careful not to topple her bag or trip as she untangled from her comfortable position on the couch. “Here, let me try again.”
He watched as she gave a short, polite bow, hands clasped before her. A neat and polite introduction, complete with a soft smile as she rose to meet his gaze again. “My name is Midoriya Inko. I’m a graduate law student at Kyushu University, and I was hoping you could take my Sensei’s Quirk.”
Well.
How on earth was he supposed to kill such a charming, polite young woman when she came to him with such an interesting request such as that?
He couldn’t, of course, was the answer.
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Inko always had trouble with authority.
Even when she was very young she’d been prone to doing what she was told she shouldn’t just because an adult told her not too. Her father - in what faint and blurring memories she had of him before his death - used to call her his little revolutionary and would laugh over the hijinks her stubborn nature would produce. Then again, her father had his reasons to support the wholesale refusal to bend to the whims of authority.
Trying to take down the corrupt system the government had put in place had been the cause of his death, after all.
Her mother had been far less amused by Inko’s acts of rebellion for rebellion’s sake. Always begging Inko to please just follow the rules just once honey with a perpetually exhausted look on her face. Inko’s only picture of her mother - a snapshot of the entire family at a park, her small frame held in her father’s arms a month before he would be killed - showed Nana Shimura with a wide, infectious smile in place. It felt odd looking at it in years to come, as Inko could only recall her mother looking mournful and sad in those last days.
It had been Kotaro that was the well behaved one of the two of them. Thirteen minutes older than her, he took the responsibilities of the eldest sibling with a seriousness that was almost frightening at times when they’d been children.
He’d been the one to tell her not to get into trouble, the one to reprimand her when she misbehaved. The one to tell her not to sneak out when they were teenagers in one of their many foster homes after their mother had given them up. Rule abiding, strict and, as they’d grown, more and more obsessed with control. Of her, of their situation, of whatever he could. A strangling, grasping bid at a control that had only led their already rocky relationship to splinter even further.
Her last conversation with him before she’d stopped speaking to him completely he’d told her that she should be a quiet housewife. She’d gone and applied to law school the very next day.
She still found herself wondering if that had been Kotaro being clever. Using her own contrary impulses to make her commit to something she’d always wanted to do but been too uncertain about to try and follow. It would have been the kindest he’d been to her in years if it was true, and she’d been too afraid to reach out to him to find out for fear that it wasn’t.
Instead she focused on her studies, focused on being the person she wanted to be instead of the person she’d been forced to become over the years. Not the abandoned daughter of a hero that had to retire too soon, but someone who was able to take the rules she’d been so long rebelling against and reshape them. Twist them under her hands until they settled into something she could believe in. Something she could follow.
At nineteen, after careful consideration and one less-than-helpful conversation with her friend Mitsuki she changed her name to Midoriya. On her twentieth birthday enjoying the fact that she could - legally - drink herself into oblivion, she cut her waist long hair off in a single ugly cut with the kitchen scissors. The next hour was spent in laughter as Mitsuki’s shy fashion student boyfriend Masaru fixed the mess as best he could. At twenty-one she clutched her best friend’s hand and gritted her teeth as a tattoo artist brought to life a stylized kitsune on her shoulder. A mark of the trickster she wished to become. And in between all of that, she proved herself to the academic world at large and earned herself a full ride to Kyushu University’s much lauded law program.
The work was challenging, equal parts exhilarating and mind-numbingly boring. She spent her days working hard to get top marks in every class, to ace every test, and impress every teacher with her sharp wit and unbending will. Her nights were filled with studying and working whatever jobs she could pick up to cover what her scholarships didn’t cover. Mitsuki teased her that she would get wrinkles from squinting at so many books, but her friend was always supportive.
Years passed, semesters flying by in almost a dream at times, whisking her closer and closer to graduation and her dream of reshaping the system into something she could believe in. Despite her exhaustion, she’d found herself happier than she’d ever been in her life.
Which of course was the exact moment that it all started crashing down.
It started with one of the girl’s in the same program as Inko suddenly dropping the ball on her studies, the other woman’s grades began plummeting at an alarming rate. The girl - Shibata Aiko - looked ragged and exhausted, unable to focus and eventually being dropped from the program entirely due to the issues with her academic performance.
A few weeks later it was another female student shutting herself away in her dorm room for an entire week. The girl finally left her dorm looking haggard and sick, refusing to speak to anyone as she walked barefoot out into the wider world and immediately attempted to throw herself in front of a bus.
Then one of Inko’s senpai’s - kind and serious Hanako who had mentored Inko briefly when she’d first joined the school - had what could only be called a breakdown in the school library. Screaming and crying as she began tearing up law books and flinging chairs.
Each incident was quickly handled and waved away as young women not suited for the high expectations and difficulties of such a high ranking university. Most of Inko’s classmates had been, if not content to accept that information, at least too exhausted by their own heavy workloads to question further.
But Inko never was good at accepting the will of authority.
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In My Head - Topper Thornton
Request: Im on such a Topper kick right now 🤪 and after listening to WAP on repeat (lmao it’s such a bop I can’t help myself 😂) id love to see something about topper and maybe Rafe too always admiring a care free, pogue reader from a distance and never having the heart to be “Kook”ish to them 🥺
A/N: I wasn’t exactly sure if this was what you wanted but this was just kinda where I went with it.
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In the back of his mind, Topper was more than aware that he was being an absolute creep. You only knew him to see him yet here he was, standing by the stairs watching you dance with someone while he sipped at the jungle juice in his cup, hoping that some kind of liquid courage would transfer from the cup to his body. He doubted that though, it’d probably be like every other party that you showed up at and he wouldn’t do more than prop up the wall.
If it was anyone else in the world Rafe would’ve been busting him for being such a loser and not just talking to you. Some convoluted pep talk about how he was Topper Thornton and he could get anyone he fucking wanted, including you, but Topper was pretty sure that even Rafe knew that wasn’t true in this instance. You were too good for him, hell, you were too good for most of the people on this island if not all of them. The touron you were talking to cracked a joke that you rolled your eyes at and Topper smirked behind his cup. Good, he thought, knock the kid down a peg. In was in that moment that you turned your head, eyes meeting Topper’s when he wasn’t fast enough to look away and you smiled.
God, you smiled. He felt like he was in sixth grade or something. Trying to overcompensate for braces or his gangly appearance and sweating buckets every time he was put on the spot. All that from a smile. He wanted to cheer and hide at the same time. It was the stupidest crush and he was acting like he was in some kind of fucking Nicholas Sparks book but oh my god you were walking over to him.
“Hey,” you shifted as someone walked passed, stepping closer to Topper and licking your lips as your eyes met his, “do you wanna dance?”
It was a handout, a giant neon sign flashing in his brain that this was the moment, you were giving him all your attention, looking at him like there wasn’t anyone else at the party and you wanted to dance with him. And couldn’t he just imagine that, bodies pressed against each other, sweaty in the warm living room of the kook house that was hosting the party. His hands on you, holding your hips, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your abdomen, where your shirt ended and your shorts started. His eyes ran down your body again, a quick look that you caught anyhow, smiling at him.
You had heard about the breakup between Sarah and Topper. It was the talk of every circle, kook and pogue alike. You knew the chances of Topper even looking your way were slim to none but you took the opportunity when it arose. Call you crazy but you’d always had a thing for the kook and now that Sarah Cameron was occupying her time with John B there was nothing stopping you from making a move.
“Earth to Top,” you teased, waving a hand in front of his face as he seemed to zone out. “You wanna dance?”
“Dancing isn’t really my thing.” He said before he could stop himself. As the words rolled off his tongue though he wanted to scream. Finally, finally here you are right in front of him and he couldn’t even say the right thing.
“What is then?” You asked, determined not to let him slip away.
“What?” He looked slightly dumbfounded. Were you really still interested?
“Dancing isn’t your thing, so what is?” You repeated, “beer pong, I saw Rafe in the other room doing coke, though I think I’ll skip that one, or whatever,” you shrugged, tugging at the hem of your shorts.
“I uh,” Topper looked away from you for a moment, glancing down into his nearly empty cup, “I could use a refill.”
He wanted to kick himself in the mouth every time he spoke. He’d never been this stupid around someone before though you didn’t seem to notice as you walked into the kitchen just ahead of him, Topper’s eyes straying down your body again, watching the way your skin glistened in the fluorescent light of the kitchen.
You leaned across the counter, grabbing a cup from the stack and bending so Topper got a nice view of your ass. Being shameless was working for you, it was worth it to keep it up. You stood back up straight, holding your cup out to him and he took it, filling it with the blue jungle juice.
“Kelce made it so it’s strong,” Topper warned as you took a sip.
“Oh god...” You choked out after taking a gulp, the alcohol burning your throat as it went down. “That’s a lot.”
“Like I said,” he laughed, leaning against the counter next to you. He racked his brain for anything mildly intelligent to say, something that would convince you that he was funny and cool and worth knowing. That would have you wanting to know him not just as someone you could point out in a crowd but someone you actually knew, hung out with, maybe more but he was trying not to be greedy. “So, hanging with kooks tonight?”
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “this isn’t gonna turn into a kook vs pogue thing is it? I think I’m being plenty friendly. You’re really gonna hound me for crashing a party?”
“No, no, sorry. I just meant, you didn’t come with anyone.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw you come in and you were dancing with some random touron.” He replied, the filter that would’ve usually kept any weird comments at bay seemingly vanished in your presence.
“Creeping on me Topper?” You laughed.
“No, I just...noticed.”
“Well, you’re right. I came here alone.” You replied, taking another sip of the god-awful concoction Kelce had made, “though, I did come here hoping to see someone.”
“Oh yeah?” He felt himself turning into that twelve-year-old again. Stuck in the middle of a spin the bottle circle, sweating as he hoped it spun the right way and he didn’t end up kissing someone he hated. “Who’s that?”
You shrugged, looking so at ease with yourself that Topper would’ve never guessed that you were freaking out on the inside too. Now or never, the moment of truth, and not nearly enough jungle juice in your system to get you motivated for this. “You.”
“Me.” The word repeated itself in his brain. Me, me, me... “me, right, cool. Uh, me.”
“So, stalker, what do you say we partake in an activity that is definitely my thing?” You suggested, smiling at the way he licked his lips nervously, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to put together your sentence.
“Oh, yeah...okay,” he nodded dumbly as you grabbed his hand, leading him back into the congested living room, stairs in sight. You would have to thank Sarah Cameron for letting such a good thing go.
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When She Leaves
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader/OC
Genre: Fluff. Romance.
Word Count: 2.1k? (I will be double checking)
Warning: Mentions of breakdowns. Mentions of abandonment. Possessive Levi. Nothing major really. Probably not even worth a warning but I still put them on here just in case. I don't want anyone to have a bad experience reading.
A/N: Hi. I'm new to writing for AOT. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is basically a snippet of the relationship between my OC, Eden Beckwith, and our favorite husbando Levi. Honestly, Eden is meant to be like a build-your-own-character kind of character if you know what I mean. Her physical description are meant to be vague and be imagined by the reader however they wish to imagine her to look like. Like the Y/N system I guess. I have my own vision of Eden in my head. Sometimes, a notice in advance, I will mention her height but that's just about it. *She's a lot taller than Levi by the way.*
Most of my work will revolve around them and their relationship. The ups and downs. So if anybody has any ideas, or just want to know more about Eden in general, I will love to answer questions. Eden is one of my favorite OCs and the love child of all the fanfic ideas I've had for AOT.
Lastly I will like to apologise for my grammar. I try my best to edit these but I'm not really good at it. As I go along I will most likely improve and get better at writing. For now please bare with me until I get a beta reader and/or I get better.
I will like to also apologize for maybe writing Levi a little to ooc. In this case he's already in an established relationship and therefore I headcannon that he's just a romantic at heart. Just needs the right person to let it all loose.
I think that's about it. I hope you all enjoy.
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“Levi! Good morning!”
He was writing down requests for a shipment of earl grey tea. His attention suddenly successfully snatched by his lover walking through the door. Eden greeted him enthusiastically before she closed the door with her foot. His favorite tea set laid out nicely on the tray she was holding with both her gloved hands.
He noted her dress wear. The casual day dress Eden was wearing grabbing his attention. The beautiful light blue color of her dress contrasting with her skin. Her hair halfway pined up and flowing over her shoulder. Making her look younger than she looked. She gave him a beautiful smile as she approached his desk; setting down his tea set carefully onto the wooden surface.
‘Good morning. Are you going somewhere?” He questioned her. She never dressed like this unless it was for an important event. Like balls and visiting her grandparents.
Levi leaned back onto his chair and looked her over. She looked beautiful. It made him jealous of all the gazes she must have gotten while making her way to his office. It made him want to lock her up somewhere safe and secure. Where he knew she will be safe and no eyes but his will lay upon her.
He knew he would never do that to her, even if he desired it. After all, she was completely his and she had proven that so many ties. The possessiveness in him only pacified by her. Only completely quieted down with the things she does and has done for him. Like bringing him tea.
She ignored his staring. Eden placed the items in front of him. Side eyeing him with a pointed look, as if knowing what he was thinking. He raised his hands as if surrendering and crossed is arms across his chest. She smiled, satisfied, before answering his question.
“Actually, yes. Nana had sent a letter and asked me to meet her at Trost. You know, the bi-annual visits to the estate. I will be leaving before the bell rings at noon and will return before the week ends. Just in time for the expedition meetings.”
“And why did you not tell me beforehand?”
This was not the first time she had gone off without telling him beforehand. The first time happened during the beginning of their courtship. It had sent him into a frenzy, snapping at everyone and cleaning vigorously to the point of over exaggeration.
For days.
Nobody seemed concerned with the disappearance of their missing superior officer. All he thought to himself during those days was the worst had happened. She had abandoned him, and to an extension the Survey Corps.
It reminded him someone he personally knew.
The only one brave enough to confront him about his behavior was Hange. They, to this day, are convinced that he tried to kill them with his gaze.
After that fiasco, Levi had made Eden promise to never do that again without ing him beforehand. A promise she’s done good job at keeping. In exchange he promised to ease off on Eren during her time away. The kid being his number one victim during his borderline breakdown.
He begrudgingly accepted the conditions.
“Because I just received the letter yesterday, and we both know you will try to convince me to stay if I give you enough time of a notice- Don’t look at me like that. We both know its true and I'm determined to not fall for your trap of a body... Again.”
Eden looked him up and down before she bit her lip and wiggled her eyebrows at him playfully. He could not help but amuse her with a short chuckle before he straightened up in his seat, taking the tea cup she placed neatly in front of him for a sip.
The fragrance. The smell. The taste.
Just the way he liked it.
“It’s not my fault you get distracted by me. I say that’s entirely your fault.” He spoke after placing the cup down on it’s saucer.
Eden walked around his desk slowly, moving along sensually before arriving behind him. She leaned down, arms snaking over his shoulders and then running down his chest. She hugged him and laid her chin on his shoulder before pecking his cheek.
“I’ll give you a point for that one... Try not to miss me too much.”
Levi will never admit to it, but he always missed her terribly when she leaves.
Often, they did not meet during the day in their everyday lives. Private moments shared almost always during the evening and into the nights. Sometimes whole days and nights go by without seeing each other. Rare but not uncommon. Both occupied in their roles as senior officers during it all, but he knew that she was close by. Even during expeditions when they are literally on opposite sides of their formations. When danger is at its highest and possible death at their every step. He seemed not miss her more than what he deemed as normal for someone in a relationship.
Not that he knew much of relationships before Eden. They were each other’s first relationship and first of everything romantic.
It was only when she was away, far away, that it reminded him that he was somewhat emotionally invested in her. It made him realize how much he hated the notion of it. Use to hate. Still hated? He did not know anymore. The weakness she brought him. How he allowed her to wrap him around her fingers.
Addicting.
She was all addicting, and he could not stop himself from her even if he wanted to. He did not want to if he was honest with himself. He was tired being alone. To be left behind.
Maybe that was it. He was tired of being alone, and afraid of her leaving him behind spontaneously in whatever form. He wanted to be by her side as long as she allowed him to be there. Forever if they both could.
Is this what love is?
“Tch. Miss you? I will dance with glee when you leave. A thorn out off my side. Fucking finally.”
Levi could practically see her beam at his seemingly cruel words. Her breathy chuckle a musical note in his ear that sent delicious shivers down his spine. The vibrations of her laugh practically echoing within him as she pressed against him.
He tapped on her arm, and was promptly released from her hold. He turned to her and stared up at her soft smile that played across her lips. Eyes soft only for him; her lips parting as she was about to speak her musical tune.
Levi couldn’t help himself any longer. He pulled her closer to him, his arm around her waist. She leaned heavily against him, between his legs, and her hand landed on the backrest of the seat to steady herself. The other hand on his chest near his shoulder. Almost practically siting on his lap.
Eden raised an eyebrow at him.
‘What are you doing?” She asked him, knowing full well his intentions as he looked at her lips and the up to her eyes. She was looking down on him due to his short stature sitting down compared to her. Those beautiful orbs of hue transfixing him into her world and into the essence of her.
She was truly a beauty amongst men.
All his as he was hers.
“Is it wrong for me to want a kiss?”
“No...” Eden looked down to his lips then to his eye. Copying his motions before smiling softly, taking her own hand from his chest to caress his cheek before laying it against the skin of his neck. Thumb still stroking the recently shaved skin of his jaw and cheek. He leaned against her hand unconsciously. Seeking the warmth of her hand as he received an understand look from her.
“No, it is not... Kiss me.”
The captain did not have to be told twice. His lips softly brushing teasingly against hers in an intimate moment. It took a few second, teasing her only to feel her smile again before their lips met. Softly at first. A quick kiss before they parted.
“That’s not enough...” She complained. Levi chuckled and gave her a quick peck. And another, And then one more before he leaned away to look at her funny expression. Her closed eyes and dramatically puckered lips. He smirked, making a small noise that made him receive a small scowl from her as she opened her eyes to look at him.
“I think I’ve had my fill.” He declared, leaning back fully into the backrest of his chair. Her frown deepened.
“No. I want more my love.” There it was. The nickname only reserved for these moments between them. Private. Intimate. Just for the two of them to hear and no one else.
He brought his hand, running it along her spine to cradle the back of her head. Hair tangling between the space of his long slender fingers. She let him guide her closer to him. Surrendering herself to him for their mutual wants and needs.
“If you insist.”
It was tender, their kiss, but it quickly grew heated. She was seated completely on his lap and leaning against him. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulling him close. Lips running wild with his own.
His own hands were not passive. His hand in her hair, completely tangled in its strands and pulling her impossibly closer to him. The other hand on her waist sliding down to feel her buttocks through the thick materials of her many layered dress. Not stopping their mission on feeling his lover, and holder of his heart, under his hands.
Then there was a knock.
Eden detached herself from him in a flash. He had never seen her move that quickly without the assistance of ODM gear. She quickly fixed her hair and upper part of her dress, tidying herself up too look presentable. She made her way around his desk and away from him as quietly as her heels allowed
Levi on the other hand scooted himself into his desk. Clearing his throat and fixing his own hair before allowing their visitor to enter the room. Pretending to continue his earl grey orders with his usually stoic expression. Humanity’s strongest just having a short conversation with one of the Survey Corps brilliant minds and strategists.
“Come in.”
One of their soldiers entered the room, saluting to their superiors.
“Captain Ackerman. Section Commander Beckwith. The carriage has been loaded by your coachman and is ready to go, ma’am.”
Eden turned to their subordinate. Hands clasped together elegantly.
‘Thank you. Please let him know that I will be out in a bit. Dismissed.”
The soldier saluted and promptly left the room.
Eden turned to Levi, and sighed heavily. Offering a sad smile to him.
“Well, Captain Ackerman, I will be leaving now.”
“Have a nice trip Section Commander. Don’t fall off the carriage. It will be hassle to find a replacement for you.”
Eden snickered and made her way around the desk again. Levi ignored her, but she forced him to look at her. She kissed him while holding his chin, and pulled away before he grabbed her again. Her eyes staring right into his own silver before speaking softly for only him to hear.
“Behave. I will be back before you know it my love. Don’t go crazy.”
Levi watched her leave his office after her farewell. A small wink sent his way before she disappeared from his view.
He stood abruptly from his chair and grabbed the already cold tea. He walked over to his window and looked down towards the entrance of the base where the carriage was stationed. He watched her leave the building with a few of the new members of the corps right behind her, wishing her a nice trip.
Then she looked up and smiled. Knowing he was there to watch her leave.
She got on the carriage and off it went out of the castle grounds and into nature. Towards the city of Trost.
He stared down her carriage up until it was nowhere in sight and past the castle gates. He drank the rest of his tea in cold silence before looking down on it and finally going back to his desk to place it there.
Instead of sitting back down and returning to his work. He thought for a moment before he decided. Nodding to himself, he sauntered over to his door and opened it wide before he left the office. Closing the door behind him with a bang.
"JAEGAR!"
While he waited for her to return; cleaning time was a go.
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And at Last I See the Light
AO3
Masterpost- Previous- Next
Summary: This is the story of how I died. I have been told it's a story worth telling, but I fail to see how anyone benefits from my death. Luckily, this story is not about me, but rather the most remarkable man I ever had the distinction of meeting.
Content Warning: Major Character Death, Cussing, Kissing, Crying, Panic and Anxiety
Day 21 Analogical- (Combined AUs) You see the world in black and white until you first touch your soulmate, Everyone is born with a gift or power that is nullified in the immediate presence of your soulmate, You have until midnight of your 26th birthday to find and identify your soulmate or else you both die.
This is the story of how I died. I have been told it's a story worth telling, but I fail to see how anyone benefits from my death. Luckily, this story is not about me, but rather the most remarkable man I ever had the distinction of meeting.
I should explain. This man was my soulmate in life and his gift was one of renewal. Flowers drooping in a vase would spring up at his touch. People nearing death found their ailments eased a while longer so they could say goodbyes. Wounds healed quicker for him and the weary found new strength at his encouragement. It was a gift that brought more beauty to the world; one I failed to appreciate.
Perhaps you will not repeat my mistakes.
Virgil yawned and stretched awake. The bright grey of the morning dawn made him squint in annoyance as he rolled out of bed and thudded to the floor. He could dream in color and frankly preferred dreams to the living world.
Today especially Virgil would have preferred to roll over back asleep. Today marked the beginning of the end as most people saw it.
Virgil had one year left to find his soulmate or they both would die.
That was of course unless his soulmate was older and had less than a year of their own. Frankly, Virgil thought the universe had a rather twisted sense of humor. It withheld color and life from those who most needed a reason to push forward each day. And gave them a freaking time limit to fall in line.
Soulmates were bullshit.
He'd already been touched by every kid at school and from the surrounding districts. Normally, when kids graduated high school and hadn't found their soulmates, they'd go to college to find a wider selection of people their age to try and match with, but Virgil had decided against college. He'd been called crazy but frankly, he didn't much care.
Virgil shrugged on what appeared to him as a black hoodie with drab grey patches and ran his fingers through his hair. His bangs fell right back in his face as he headed down the stairs. He brushed his hand through the vase of flowers his grandmother constantly forgot to water and watched as petals and leaves in various shades of grey perked up, ready for another day of neglect.
For his birthday, the atmosphere in the kitchen sure felt like his funeral.
"Good morning, Nana," Virgil murmured, grabbing the box of cereal from the table and reaching in to grab a handful.
"Get out," she spat at him, "either find your soulmate or die in obscurity so I can pretend you found a lovely woman and settled down in the country."
"Love you too, Nana," Virgil sighed and grabbed his messenger bag.
"Why are you the only one who doesn't want to be happy?" she asked, voice choked with sadness.
"I don't need a soulmate to be a complete person. If I find someone I find someone. If not, oh well. I've had friends and family I was happy with and soulmates tore them away from me. It's a broken system and if I die being myself, I'll come to haunt you until you join me in the afterlife," Virgil smiled softly and kissed her on the cheek.
She laughed dryly, "you don't scare me, little verbena. Please, try to find them. I love you." Virgil saluted as he left the apartment for work.
The great thing about working in the library was the quiet shuffle of people reverently browsing through the shelves piled high with more words than they could possibly read. Virgil enjoyed the calm and helping people find what books they were looking for. Except when the only fact they knew about the book was the color of the cover. When those people asked he would flash his grey eyes at them and smile sweetly before saying they all looked the same to him. Most people would act horrified and apologize profusely. Some would get angry and demand assistance he couldn't provide. Roman usually stepped in at that point, and despite having met Janus a year ago, rarely was able to locate books by color. At the very least he always offered Virgil sympathy when the guest walked away.
"You just have to go where the young people are, Virgil. They come to the city looking for soulmates, you need to spend more time with people your age. I'm sure your soulmate is out there looking for you!" Roman grinned, "Jan and I go to this great bar-"
"Let me stop you there, Princey," Virgil chuckled, "I don't do bars or crowds. Even going with you two sounds like a nightmare. I'm not going to subject myself to that for what? Some strangers to touch me and change the whole world to color? Lame," Virgil rolled his eyes. They had this conversation once a week.
"Um, excuse me. I need assistance logging on to your computer system. If I need to register for a card to do so I would like the forms to start that process," Virgil swiveled in his seat towards the man's voice and lost his own.
He looked like a man out of an old black and white film, (to Virgil every film was black and white, but Nana insisted there was a difference when pictures changed to color) his hair was slicked back and face was punctuated by thin black glasses frames that accentuated the stranger's cheeks and nose. His silhouette was sleekly defined in a black polo and grey jeans, with a slightly more saturated grey tie. Virgil felt as though the man's presence had taken his breath away.
"Can you help me?" the man cleared his throat and Virgil snapped back to present.
"Sorry, of course, sir. Do you have a form of identification to apply for a library card? The card is required to access the computers, unfortunately," Virgil rattled off the spiel from memory while pulling out the form and a new card. The stranger handed him his driver's license.
The first thing he noticed was that it was an out of state ID. The second was the birthdate, just a month before his. The third was the man's name.
"Thank you, Logan. If you would just fill out this form, I just need to make a copy for our records."
"Certainly, thank you- what's your name?"
"His name is Virgil and he's single," Roman slid in with a wink at Logan. Virgil quickly turned and walked to the photocopier, heat rising in his cheeks. He could just hear the man's reply.
"Thanks? I don't really do relationships. Do you have a pen?"
Virgil took several deep breaths. He'd had crushes like this before. It would go away as he learned more about this Logan. He grabbed the copy paper and the ID and returned to the front desk.
"Here's your ID back," he traded Logan the ID for the paperwork and scanned through it quickly, "looks like you forgot to put down a phone number, what was that?" Virgil realized a second too late how that would sound to literally anyone as Roman snickered at him, but there was a blank space on the form.
Logan looked incredibly confused, "no, that's- I couldn't have forgotten. The number is- wait," he pulled a cellphone out of his back and read the number off to Virgil who jotted it down in the correct space.
"You're looking kinda pale there, Logan, do you need to sit down?" Roman looked concerned and even Virgil could see what he was talking about.
Logan shook his head, "I never- ever- forget anything. Ever."
"There's a first time for everything, I guess," Virgil shrugged and slid the library card across the desk.
"You don't understand, my gift is perfect recall. A permanent eidetic memory. I don't forget. I should know my own phone number like I know the digits of pi."
"Nerd!" Roman coughed to hide his laughing and both Logan and Virgil glared at him.
"That is pretty strange.. I hope it gets fixed for you soon? Anyway, you're all set, Logan. Let me know if you need anything else," Virgil smiled.
"Thank you-" Logan snapped his fingers a few times before giving up trying to remember, head hung in defeat.
"Virgil," Virgil supplied softly.
"Thank you, Virgil. It was nice meeting you two," Logan walked away from the desk and straight toward the nearest open monitor.
"You better ask him out or I'm breaking up with Janus for a chance at that," Roman said in a low voice to Virgil.
"No, you won't. He's out of both of our leagues anyway," Virgil smirked at his coworker's offended gasp and returned to checking in returned books.
"His tie was blue, by the way," Roman winked and turned to find another patron who needed help.
Logan came back to the library every day except the holidays for the next few weeks and always made a point of asking Virgil when he had questions or needed help. Roman insisted it was mutual pining but Virgil held fast to the comment that Logan doesn't do relationships. Unless he heard otherwise from Logan himself, Virgil refused to imagine a relationship was possible.
He was completely blindsided when Logan asked if he would like to hang out after his shift.
"I'm sorry, come again?"
"I would like to spend time with you when you are not otherwise preoccupied with your duties. Is that not acceptable?" Logan was always so direct. Virgil felt his heart flutter just a bit, nowhere near as intense as it had the day they met.
"I mean yeah that would be cool," Virgil smirked.
"So do you do bars or-?" Logan looked put off even making the suggestion.
"I know a cafe that has decent decaf; if you'd like we can walk there from here. I'm off at 6," Virgil watched as Logan nodded decisively.
"Excellent, I look forward to it," Logan grinned and Virgil found himself grinning back.
Roman slowly inched closer in his rolling chair, eyes wide with excitement and jaw dropped in disbelief, "Virge, do you have a date after work?"
"No! We're just hanging out," Virgil turned to ignore Roman.
"'Hanging Out' is code for a date. Maybe he's your soulmate! Brush his hand or something and find out!" Roman was bouncing in his chair now.
"No! That's so rude! Did you do that to Janus? Don't answer that- I bet you did," Virgil rolled his eyes, "it's not a date to the extent of my knowledge."
"Oh my god, you're mirroring him. You like him so much! Virgil, this could be it!" Virgil glared at Roman and shushed him in true librarian fashion before standing to grab the cart and collect used books from the tables.
Virgil picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he turned to leave but was surprised to see Logan waiting for him by the door. He had been certain Logan would have either forgotten or changed his mind and left by now.
Roman gave Virgil a huge cheesy grin and a thumbs up, "good luck on your date!" his whisper could probably have been heard in Russia.
Virgil felt the heat rising in his cheeks and shrugged his hoodie on tighter over his shoulders, waving off Roman and walking over to join Logan by the door.
"Hey," he said awkwardly.
"Are you ready? If you need more time-" Logan started.
"I'm fine. Let's get out of here before Roman starts taking pictures," Virgil turned to leave, taking purposeful steps to the door and flipping Roman off behind his back. Logan followed briskly. Virgil led him to his favorite coffee shop, quiet on the walk there.
The question was burning in his mind though. Was this supposed to be a romantic date? Or worse a soulmate test. Virgil had gathered that Logan was rather frank, but he really didn't know the man at all.
Both of them reached to grab the door to the shop at the same time. Virgil snapped his hand back.
"Please, allow me," Logan opened the door and ushered Virgil inside. Virgil wanted to shrink until he was invisible. He tried a quick controlled breathing exercise to calm his nerves. They each ordered and Logan excused himself.
"Virgil! Come help me out over here!" the owner, Mr. Dolenz, looked rather put out by a droopy speckled grey potted fern by the front door.
"Oh no, not Tabitha," Virgil walked over, surveying the damage to the plant. Each leaf he fingered grew stronger and healthier until the whole fern was practically an inch taller. Virgil smiled as Mr. Dolenz thanked him profusely, "maybe keep an eye out to make sure people aren't dumping drinks on her. That could really mess with the soil pH."
"You're a miracle worker! You and your boyfriend's drinks are on me," the owner clasped Virgil hard on the back. He couldn't respond before the man was already bustling back towards the kitchen. Virgil turned to see that Logan had apparently returned in time to hear just enough. It was difficult to tell, but Virgil thought Logan might be blushing.
"What was that about?" Logan cleared his throat and straightened his tie.
"Oh, people like to dump drinks they're done with on the plants and it kills them. So I just use my gift to restore the plants before they're dead for Mr. Dolenz. I think he made a few too many assumptions tonight," Virgil scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh, what is your gift?" the look on Logan’s face was fascinated with Virgil’s claim.
The barista called their names and they collected the drinks before selecting a table by the windows in the corner, "I can renew things. Makes sense that I'm a librarian," Virgil laughed dryly at the tired joke, "basically I can bring a little bit of life back before it's gone. Can't really raise the dead though," he took a sip of his decaf mocha.
"That must be at least fairly useful. Is there a reason you didn't go into a medical profession?" Logan sipped his iced black coffee, looking intently at Virgil.
Virgil couldn’t take the internal tension in his mind any longer and blurted out, "is this a date? Are you trying to figure out if I'm your soulmate?" his eye went wide and he bit his tongue.
"No, did I give off that impression? I didn't want to seem too cold but-" Logan looked crestfallen.
Virgil smacked the side of his head and cursed Roman for planting the thought in his mind, "Logan, I'm sorry. You didn't- Roman- I- ah… I'm sorry. I'm just so used to everyone trying to force me into romantic scenarios that I did it to you when I knew that's not what this was- I'm so sorry. I made it awkward and now I'm rambling and you're probably just going to stand and leave-" Virgil felt a tear slip down his cheek as Logan cleared his throat.
"Actually, I understand what you mean. I too haven't found my soulmate, nor am I interested in finding them," Logan took a long sip of coffee, "I've accepted this is my last year alive. I actually moved to the city because my family wouldn't stop trying to force me into relationships as well."
"Really? Wow, that's… it's so messed up!" Virgil was worked up now and Logan was going to get the rant whether he wanted it or not, "why cut short someone's life just because they haven't found one person out of billions on the planet? And yet somehow for 99% of the population, it works! But where does that leave people like us? Discarded by the universe. It's asinine," Virgil huffed and Logan listened calmly until he was done.
"I agree," came Logan’s simple reply.
"You do?"
"I do. It's asinine. But it's how life works. Life is an ass," Virgil tried to hold back a laugh.
They talked about everything until the cafe closed. Logan talked about his research and writing and Virgil listened in wonder. Virgil talked about his interest in flowers and their symbolism while Logan nodded along. Virgil learned about Logan's previous job as an Astronomer and Logan listened to Virgil's rants about library patrons. They were joking and laughing for the whole walk back to the library. They agreed to go out for coffee at least once a week and it quickly became Virgil’s most anticipated evening each week.
Roman teased him to no end, but Virgil was comfortable in his growing friendship with Logan. His initial crush had faded into nonexistence and he simply enjoyed the man's company.
The months flew by and soon it was fall again. Virgil was so busy with the library's Halloween decorations that he almost didn't notice that Logan had not come in all day. He tried to shrug it off but the voice in the back of his head told him he needed to worry about this or he'd probably never hear from Logan again.
When Logan was nowhere to be seen the next day, Virgil texted him, asking if everything was okay. The response was sobering.
L- I apologize. I've been feeling too weak to get out of bed for the past few days. I hope you find your soulmate before your birthday, Virgil. Dying is less peaceful than I had calculated.
Virgil stared at the screen, scanning the words over and over. He could feel panic screaming in his chest, trying to drown out the world. There had to be something- he texted back.
V- can I come over? Maybe my gift will make it easier for you?
The reply was nearly immediate.
L- There is no need. I will rest today and be back to my research tomorrow. This book has a rather final deadline.
L- No pun intended.
Virgil couldn’t focus for the rest of the shift or the rest of the night. Worry for his friend gnawed at his stomach and kept him up late into the night.
True to his word, Logan arrived at the library at his usual time the next day. Virgil felt overwhelmed with relief that was quickly replaced with deep dread. Logan looked terrible. He had dark bags under his eyes and gaunt hollow cheeks. He carried himself as tall as he always had, but there was a new looseness to his movements.
Logan smiled as he approached Virgil’s station at the front desk, "I'm sorry I worried you, Virgil. Are we still on for tonight?"
Virgil nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Great, thank you," Logan turned toward his usual workspace. Virgil kept an eye on him all day. If he was honest with himself, he was scared. It was like seeing his own future, but instead of watching himself dying, he was watching the man he'd come to consider his best friend waste away.
At 6 Virgil signed out and waited for Logan to make his way to the door. He suggested he drive them over to the cafe and Logan readily agreed.
Virgil held open the door and insisted on picking up the tab. Logan wouldn't let him help physically but he would do everything he could for this man.
They sat quietly at their corner table. Virgil’s mouth was dry but he couldn’t bring himself to drink.
"Virgil?" his head snapped up hearing his name, "I have a bit of a surprise confession to make," Logan fiddled with his cup, not making eye contact, "I recently discovered that I am demiromantic. I had assumed I was aromantic but it seems I have developed feelings for you," Logan's laugh sounded hollow, "that must be pretty frightening coming from a walking corpse."
"Logan, when we first met, I had a huge crush on you. And I'm so glad we've gotten to know each other this year. I- don't have those feelings anymore, but I'm flattered, knowing you," Virgil hoped honesty would be the best policy.
Logan nodded, deep in thought, "that's fair. I'm sorry for imposing on you."
"No! No no no. You haven't. I- I understand- one-sided feelings hurt and you look like you're in so much pain. I'm not upset or weirded out. You're my best friend, Logan, and I love you platonically."
"I have less than a month until my birthday," Logan groaned softly, clutching his stomach, "I probably won't be coming in much anymore."
Virgil nodded, understanding, "can I try to use my gift on you?"
"No. I knew this was going to happen. There's no sense hiding from it now," Logan smiled weakly.
"Can I at least visit you after work? I don't want you to be alone," Virgil could sense Logan wanted to make this a goodbye but he wasn't ready to let go yet. He felt desperate to be there for Logan every minute he could afford.
Logan could see the panic in his eyes and nodded. He didn't want to be alone either.
Virgil showed up every night after work. He cooked and cleaned and did anything he could for Logan in the time they had. After Halloween, Virgil started to feel the effects of the deterioration himself, but he pushed the pain down to focus on being there with Logan.
The night before Logan’s birthday was quiet. Logan laid in his bed and Virgil sat in a chair beside him. The clock ticked audibly, much louder than it should have been. Virgil picked up the nearest book and began reading aloud. Logan visibly relaxed. After a while, Virgil turned to face Logan and whispered words of encouragement and strength. Logan wouldn't let him try anything else but it usually helped people who were tired. Nothing changed.
Logan started crying. It was barely noticeable at first (Virgil noticed) but grew in fear and pain.
"Logan, I'm here. You're not going to be alone. I promise," Virgil wanted to grab his hand, to physically comfort him in some way, but when he tried Logan pulled his hand away from Virgil's reach.
"Virgil, I love you. If I had a soulmate I would have wanted him to be you," Logan's voice was a rasp, paper-thin.
"Just, wait for me in the afterlife, I won't be long," Virgil tried to laugh but he sounded hollow.
The clock ticked louder, midnight was minutes away. Virgil wiped the tears from his cheeks and tried to smile for Logan, pulling every fiber of his being into being strong.
"Maybe it was you and I've been running from the truth," Logan reached out his hand and the clock struck midnight just before he touched Virgil’s cheek, "I think it was, but that doesn't matter anymore. I lov-" the light in his eyes extinguished like a candle finishing a wick. Logan’s body fell back to the bed and Virgil shattered.
Logan was gone. And Virgil knew that his dying breath was right. They were soulmates but it was too late.
Virgil collapsed on the bed, sobbing and holding Logan close. He was so light at the end, almost incorporeal to the touch. Virgil cried over all the pain he could have prevented, the sleepless nights dreading this one, for the friend he'd never talk to again. Logan was the only one who had ever understood, who had accepted his choices, who had believed in him when everyone else pitied him. And he was gone.
He was gone.
As if possessed, Virgil kissed his soulmate’s body on the lips and then leaned to whisper in his deaf ear, "I love you too, Logan. I love you too. You were my soulmate. I'm coming," with that he collapsed in a fresh batch of tears, crying until he was exhausted and his face was contorted and purple from the exertion.
Virgil opened his eyes. Blue. Blue eyes stared back at him from the face he'd often dreamed of in color like this. This had to be a dream. A dream of lovely blue confused eyes and disheveled brown hair. The room hadn't changed except it was morning and everything looked just like a dream. Because it had to be a dream if Logan was looking back at him with deep brilliant blue eyes filled with more questions than answers.
"Virgil?" Logan's voice croaked. Why couldn’t he dream of his soulmate how he wanted to remember him? "Virgil, what happened? What day is it?"
"It's a dream, it can be whatever day we want it to be," Virgil replied, his throat raw and voice cracking as if he'd been crying. This was rather on the nose realistic for a dream.
"Check a phone, Virgil, this isn't a dream," Logan pleaded.
"I wish it wasn't a dream. I don't want to wake up and find you cold," Virgil sighed. Kinda a stupid dream if it wasn't going to be a happy one.
Logan reached over and pinched Virgil hard on the arm. With a yelp, he jerked back and fell out of the bed. Most dreams would have ended there but as he stood, Virgil could see those blue eyes focused on him. He sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was on low battery but he could still read the date.
"It's November 3rd," Virgil read of the screen just before it went black.
"My birthday. I shouldn't be alive… why am I alive?"
"You can't be, that's why this is a dream?" Virgil wasn't so sure of himself anymore. Nothing in the room had changed from the night before but everything was bright and colored like his dreams.
Virgil smacked the side of his head with his palm. It hurt and Logan jumped at the sound. Dream Logan would have expected the sound.
"What was that for? Are you okay?" Logan looked alarmed. He tried to sit up in the bed. Virgil walked over and offered him a hand up. After glancing around the room, Logan accepted his hand and pulled himself up with Virgil’s help.
"So…" Virgil started.
"So," Logan answered.
"This isn't a dream."
"Not likely."
"The world is in color?"
"Yes. Your hoodie is purple and black, nothing like how I dreamed of it."
"Your eyes are blue."
"My dad always said they were. Yours are brown."
"Yeah, Nana always said she loved my eyes and hoped I'd see them someday."
"Why am I alive?"
Virgil shrugged, "miracle?"
After a long back and forth, Virgil and Logan came to the conclusion that Logan had indeed died that night but somehow had been brought back.
Virgil described how he'd tried to use his gift on Logan before midnight, how he'd broken down and cried over his soulmate for most of the night. Virgil vaguely remembered the kiss and whispered confession.
"That's it, your gift worked on me because I was dead. I wasn't spiritually present so you were physically able to bring me back and the soul followed," Logan's eyes were aflame with the complexity of the situation.
"Promise this isn't a dream?" Virgil sat on the edge of the bed and reached for Logan’s hand.
"I promise," Logan took his hand. It felt warm and good and solid and real.
Because it was real. Logan was real. He was here. To stay.
This is the story of how I died. Thank the stars I didn't stay dead.
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Part 12
Part 11
A/N: Alright guys here’s part 12 for you! I tried something a little different so to clarify and make things easier reader’s perspective will be like normal and Angel’s is in italics just so things hopefully don’t get confusing. Everything is happening about the same time though ❤️. Thank you so much for reading! I’m really excited to share this part with all of you and I hope you enjoy 💖💖💖
*gifs not mine*
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Smut. A little bit of everything really 💕
With the girl now safe with her parents and having received his payment Matt finished getting ready for your big date. He straightened his collar before examining the cuts on his face displeased with the events that happened prior but he wasn’t going to let Angel ruin your night. Tonight was about you, not Angel or the feud between the two men.
You smiled hearing the knock on your door. Checking your phone you saw Matt standing at your front door, the new camera system he had helped set up working wonderfully. Your stomach was filled with butterflies as you made your way towards the front door but it was more from excitement than nerves. You checked your reflection one last time in the mirror before straightening out your dress and opening the door with a smile on your face. “Hey,” you greeted. Your smile faltered slightly when you saw the cuts on his face. “What happened?” You asked reaching out, your fingers ghosting just above the markings.
“Doesn’t matter,” he smiled at you brushing it off. “I’m alright. Just a scratch.” His smile grew as he took in your appearance. “Here,” he said, handing you a bouquet of beautiful white gardenias from Victoria's shop.
You grinned taking the flowers and inhaling their comforting scent. “You remembered.”
“Of course I did.” He murmured. “You look beautiful by the way.”
You could feel the heat rush to your face as you looked down smiling. You looked back up meeting his kind eyes, “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself Asesino.” You teased playfully. “And you know if you ever want to talk about that.” You pointed to the cuts, “or anything at all I’m here.” You offered, giving him the same offer he had so sweetly offered to you before.
"I'll keep that in mind."
“Well come on in.” You smiled stepping out of the way and letting him into your home. He followed you to the kitchen where you pulled out a vase from the cupboard filling it with water and setting the beautiful flowers inside and onto the counter.
The pot on the stove was bubbling slightly the aroma from the sauce inside filling the room. Matt's stomach growled audibly and you laughed lightly.
“Hungry?” You teased.
He shook his head chuckling. “Starving.” In the middle of the counter was your pizza pan. The dough you had prepared earlier was already set up on it. “What’s that?” He asked.
“I went ahead and got most everything ready but I thought it’d be fun to make pizza.” Your smile reached your eyes as you looked at him. “You know since I fed you that cardboard crap last time.”
He chuckled some more. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“We’ll see if you still hold that statement once I’m done with you.” You boasted. You were always an excellent cook, your Nana started you off young in the kitchen. It was your favorite way to bond with her and you fell in love with it instantly picking up all her tricks with ease.
You pulled out some fresh vegetables from Mel's garden that you had picked earlier in the week. “Here,” you said, setting the ingredients and supplies in front of Matt. “Wash up and then chop these up.” You instructed. He did as was told rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands before getting to work.
While he was doing that you finished your sauce. Matt couldn't help but steal a glance your way every now and then. Your spirit was higher than usual and he could just feel the love, the excitement you had for cooking. It was enchanting.
Once that was all done you brought the pot over and Matt helped you smooth the sauce over the dough. Together you added the various toppings on top and then lastly topped it off with lots of freshly grated cheese. You slipped the pizza into the oven and then set the timer before turning back to Matt. “And now we wait.” You said.
Coco, EZ, and Angel made it back to the clubhouse. It had been a long day and all they wanted to do was just kick back and relax. However Angel was still riled up, the pent up shit inside him needing more of a release.
He and Coco were behind EZ as they walked towards the entrance. Angel grabbed Coco by the arm turning him to face him just before they would go in behind EZ. The door shut tightly before them leaning them alone outside. “What the fuck was that?!” Angel barked at his best friend.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Coco said, yanking his arm out of Angel's grasp.
“Don’t play dumb Coco, you know fucking well what I’m talking about. What was that with Matt? You just fuckin’ sat back, didn’t do shit.”
“I figured it was about damn time someone put you in your place,” Coco snarled.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means you’ve been acting like a bitch the past few weeks and everyone is fucking sick of it!”
“Well if you didn’t fucking bring Matt here we wouldn’t be having this problem! I was gonna get her back and then your little hermano,” Angel mocked, “came in and fucked everything up!”
Coco snickered, “Right, always blame it on someone else Angel.” He stepped down the deck walking away before things got ugly but Angel wasn’t having it.
Angel stomped after him, “Hey! Don’t you fucking walk away from me! I ain’t done with you yet!” Angel shouted. He was pissed, not thinking clearly. Everything around him was being swept out from under his feet. First his girl, and now his best friend. Next it would probably be his fucking club. Matt was taking everything from him and it infuriated him.
Coco spun around getting up in his face. “You know if it wasn’t Matt then it’d just be some other asshole.” He spat, “At least he’s a good guy Angel.”
“Yeah that’s the fucking problem! He’s such a fucking good guy! How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?!”
“You don’t.” Coco said plainly. It had been a year, a year of the moping and putting up with Angel’s shit and he was tired of it.
“What?” Angel asked. He couldn’t possibly have heard him right. Coco always had his back, but now it was like he was all team Matt.
“Don’t you think it’s time you moved on?” Coco stared him down. It was time Angel heard some hard truths, some truths he should have said long ago. “Fuck Angel you did this to yourself! You fucked up your relationship! Put our cause in jeopardy! We fucking laid our asses on the line! And because you needed to get your fucking dick wet we could have lost everything!” Coco snapped his own pent up shit being released at once. “You’re lucky (Y/N) didn’t slip up! Didn’t say some shit that got us all killed when she ripped you a new one like you fucking deserved! Next time, learn to keep it in your fucking pants!”
“You don’t know shit Coco! It was bigger than that!” Angel snapped back.
“What we were doing was bigger than that!” The two men were nearly chest to chest as they barked at each other. “Fuck! I know you were going through some shit, and I never forced you to talk about it, thought I’d let you work it out however you needed but I guess that was my mistake!” He hissed.
“Don’t talk about shit you don’t know about,” Angel warned.
“You mean about how the pussy at home wasn’t good enough for you, you had to go get it from somewhere else too?” Coco spat.
Angel’s nostrils flared and next thing he knew he was shoving Coco back before swinging a fist. Coco dodged the blow tackling Angel to the ground punching him in the jaw. Before long Angel had them rolled over and was on top of Coco landing a blow to his face and readying himself for another.
“Shit!” Bishop yelled coming out of the clubhouse followed by the rest of the MC. Chucky had just gotten back from a beer run and saw the scuffle hurrying past the two to alert the other members. "Enough!"
Rushing over EZ pulled Angel off of Coco holding him back as Gilly helped Coco to his feet. “Fuck you!” Angel spat still on fire trying to break out of his brother’s grip.
Coco shrugged Gilly off of him, spitting blood out and onto the ground. “I don’t even know who you fuckin’ are anymore.” He snarled, shaking his head. “How about you pull your head out of your ass and give me my fucking hermano back cause I’m tired of whoever the fuck this is!” Coco looked at Angel in disgust. Gilly reached out to Coco once more but he only shrugged him off once more and stormed away from the group Gilly following behind him.
“Whatever this shit is," Bishop pointed to Angel, "It ends tonight.” Bishop ordered staring him down. “Go to Vicky's get your dick sucked or some shit." He ordered. "Blow off some fucking steam in a way that doesn’t involve you killing one of your brothers. By tomorrow this shit better be done with, Angel." Leaving Angel with that he headed back into the clubhouse, Hank and Taza not far behind him.
EZ let go of Angel as Creeper walked up to them cautiously. “Come on, hermano.” Creeper said patting Angel on the shoulder. “It’s time.”
The crust of the pizza cut effortlessly with a satisfying crunch before you dished out a piece setting it on the plate in front of Matt and then another on yours.
You watched eagerly taking in every detail and change in expression as Matt took his first bite. He let out a satisfied moan as all the flavors came perfectly together in his mouth. Once the first bite was down he grinned at you, your smile bright as ever as you looked back at him. "So? How is it?" You asked.
"How is it?" He repeated. "Damn you fed me that cardboard pizza," he teased, "When we could've had this?" He chuckled. "Wow, (Y/N). This is fucking amazing. Best pizza I have ever had in my life."
Your smile only grew as you took in his praise. It had been so long since you had cooked properly. After your break up with Angel you lost your passion but now being here and doing what you loved again you felt like you were on top of the world.
"Why the hell don't you have your own restaurant or some shit?" He asked you. "Your talent is too good to not share with the world."
You thought back, sighing contently. "That was the dream." You admitted. "I was in culinary school and everything. Those were the days." You remembered back to your days in school, you were so happy and your dream was right in your grasp before your whole world shifted around you.
"So what happened?" Matt asked.
"Life," you laughed half heartedly. "When Marisol was killed I came back home to help the family, then EZ went away and Angel and I leaned on each other. After that it just kind of fell to the back burner. It got lost in my love for Angel and supporting his dreams."
Matt nodded understandingly. "Well you should go back. It's never too late to chase your dreams. I can see how much you love it and how much love you put into it. That's something special."
"Maybe." You looked down at your plate smiling. It had been a long time since you thought about pursuing your dreams but now that you were thinking about it you couldn't deny the sense of joy and excitement it brought to you.
Angel and Creeper pulled in front of Vicky's. Walking in Creeper sat down as Samantha came down the stairs greeting Angel with a smile. Bishop rang over telling the women to be expecting the two, to be ready for when they got there.
Angel was too upset to care at the moment, all rational thinking going out the window like it often did for him when his emotions were so strong. Maybe this was the solution. Maybe he just needed to get over you by having a good fuck with another, and right now he'd take any sort of distraction from thinking about your date or the fight with Coco.
You finished your meal and Matt helped you clean up. You were now heading towards the door waiting for one of you to be bold and make the first move. You had a great time, the conversations between you two flowing effortlessly and you were really starting to see yourself with Matt. He was a good guy who was kind and charming. He treated you well and made you forget the pain of the last years. It was refreshing and you were riding the high of such a wonderful evening.
“Right this way baby.” Samantha said as she led Angel up the stairs and into her room closing the door behind them. Turning around she faced Angel a coy smile on her lips as he looked her up and down. Swaying over to him she slipped her hands under his cut, sliding the leather off his shoulders and setting it aside gently as she had for many of the patched members who would come in.
Matt bit his lip before manning up and making the first move. Closing the distance between you he cupped your face gently in his hands and kissed you slowly, slipping his tongue in your mouth as your hands made their way up his chest while you leaned into his kiss. His hands made their way down your body and the two of you began backing up to your couch all whilst never breaking the kiss.
Samantha ran her hands up and down Angel’s chest before pushing him back and down onto the bed. He watched her intently as she slipped the thin material of her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His eyes raked over her exposed skin, so smooth and soft, just like yours, her breasts just peeking out above her lace bra.
Straddling his lap she began unbuttoning his shirt taking her time to make a show of it, grinding against his lap until she could feel him hardening beneath her telling her she was doing her job well.
You felt the back of your legs hit the couch and you spun the two of you around pushing Matt onto the couch before straddling his lap. Pulling away your chests heaving you looked at him smiling back at you, sending butterflies through your stomach. You hadn't given yourself to another man since Angel. The thought both excited and terrified you but you felt ready to take that step.
Pushing through, you smirked unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Slipping your hands in the now open fabric you pushed it off and down his shoulders, biting your lips as your eyes raked over his now exposed muscles.
Carefully grasping the hem of your dress he pulled the fabric off you slowly before tossing it aside with his shirt. Taking in your exposed flesh before him he licked his lips and groaned. You were so damn beautiful to him.
You sank into yourself a little suddenly feeling self conscious in your own skin. "So beautiful." Matt reassured you, causing your heart to flutter as he ran his hand gents down your arm.
Angel attached his lips to Samantha's neck, nipping every so often before swiping his tongue across the marks. She moaned in his ear, soft and low and then he was thinking of you.
First of you being in his lap, grinding against him, and panting out his name, begging for him to take you.
And then of you on Matt's lap. Praising his name as he laid claim to your flesh and pleasure.
The thoughts only fueled him and his need to rid you of his mind. He took hold under Samantha's ass, picking her up and flipping the two of them around before laying her across the bed.
He unbuckled his belt quickly, loosening up his pants before hovering over and kissing her fiercely, trying desperately to get rid of all thoughts of you.
Matt pulled you closer one hand behind your back holding you there as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, licking and sucking. A moan escaped your lips as he hit your sweet spot, the spot Angel used to relish in teasing you with.
You pushed the thought away, shoving Angel to the back of your mind as you focused on Matt's touch and how different it was from your former lover's. His skin was smooth, cleanly shaven, nothing like the coarse scratchiness of Angel's beard. Focusing on the differences helped push him to the back of your mind but not as much as you'd hope.
Running his hands down your back and under your butt, Matt lifted you up, flipping you around and setting you back down on the couch. You took a deep breath looking up at him as he settled between your legs. Reaching out you carefully unbuckled his belt. You laid back on the sofa as Matt leaned down hovering over you. He brought his lips down to meet yours once more, kissing you passionately as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Angel's hand wandered down her stomach as his lips made their way down her jaw before slipping his digits into her shorts. She gasped out at the contact and he really wished she'd keep quiet, the memory of you flashing in his mind with every sound she made.
Matt ran his hand down your stomach, kissing your neck again as his hand slipped it's way into your lace panties. You gasped out at the contact, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as he rubbed circles over your most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, Angel," Samantha moaned at the pleasuresome stimulation he was providing her. But he didn't hear her voice, he heard yours clear as day.
He pulled away from her violently. Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran his hands through his hair, tugging as he reached the ends. No matter what he tried he just couldn't shake you.
"Fuck!" He shouted. He couldn't do this to you, not again. Even though you weren't together he still felt as if he was cheating on you once more, betraying you all over again. He couldn't bear the thought.
You were so focused on the sensation of the rough fingers against your skin that you lost all awareness of your surroundings around you.
"Fuck, Angel." You gasped out. Your eyes shot open only coming to terms with where you were and who you were with too late. You instantly went from being overwhelmed with pleasure to feeling as if you wanted to die right then and there.
Samanta sat up looking at Angel hunched over. Scooting over to him she situated herself behind him rubbing his shoulders to sooth him and bring him back, "It's okay, baby," she whispered.
He shrugged her off roughly, bursting up from the bed. No, it wasn't okay. Quickly shoving his shirt back on and swinging his cut around his shoulders he stormed out of the room leaving her confused and alone.
"Hey, where are you going?" He heard her call out but he didn't care. There was only one girl on his mind. Only one woman for him.
Creeper watched as Angel came bounding down the stairs "Hey, where the fuck are you going?" He called out, ignoring the girl on his lap as he watched his brother charge out the front door without even sparing a glance their way.
Matt pulled back and you wanted to sink down into the couch cushions disappearing forever and away from his gaze. "Fuck Matt, I'm so sorry." You groaned running your hands over your face, hiding behind them.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed but it wasn't your fault. Angel had a hold on you whether he liked it or not, and how could he not when you had given so much of your time to him? "Don't worry about it." He reassured you with a small smile.
You peeked through your fingers at him. Sitting up you pulled your knees to your chest holding them tightly. "I really didn't mean it." You had never felt so embarrassed in your life. Even when Angel wasn't around he was plaguing your mind whether you were aware of it or not.
"It's okay." Matt reassured you once more, setting his hand gently on your knee. "I've had a great night. Thank you for the food, it was delicious, you have a real talent (Y/N)." He swallowed looking at you comfortingly. "I really like you, but I think before this," he said motioning between the two of you, "can become anything more you need to figure that out." He gave you one more smile leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Goodnight, (Y/N)." Standing up he grabbed his shirt, slipping it on.
You watched as he let himself out. Laying back down you grabbed the pillow off the couch and held it over your face screaming in frustration wishing you could erase those last few moments.
Angel sat on his bike down the street from your place. There he watched as Matt exited your place buttoning up his shirt as he headed for his truck. Angel's blood boiled, the fucker clearly had his way with you and he couldn't stand the jealousy any longer. As soon as Matt was out of there he jumped off his bike. Before long he was on your porch banging on your door ready to give you a piece of his fucking mind.
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