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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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Four Eyes | Eddie X Fem!Reader |

((DO NOT REPORT THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT DUE TO SHADOW BANNING!))

Warnings: Jason being an asshole, Eddie being Eddie, cursing, bullying, mentions of blood, jason getting his ass handed to him

Summary: Eddie realizes that he's not the only who receives the brunt end of Jason's unrelentless teasing and bullying. Jason uses Eddie's soft spot to get into his head, but ends up getting his own ass kicked.

Eddie always egged Jason on knowing full well the jock couldn't stand being called out or shown up. However, he didn't know that his antics had a domino effect. Jason had learned his lesson after one particular encounter with Eddie. The jock got his ass handed to him, so he relented to just throwing words instead of hands towards the freak.

However, no sooner then this started you had joined Hawkins for your senior year. Hoping there would be much fun and many friends to make along the way. You had not expected to become the target of a certain jock's unrelenting anger and hate.

Until today. Eddie had been on yet another one of his lunchroom tabletop rants when he called Jason out, yet again. "-Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!" The metalhead shouted voice growing progressively louder as he spoke. Turning everyone's gaze towards him and Jason.

"You want something freak?" He stands going head to head with Eddie. The boy retaliated to his question by sticking his tongue out and forming two little horns by his head imitating the image on his shirt. Jason huffed and sat back down mumbling to himself, "Prick.."

Eddie chuckled turning back around huffing as he continued, "It's forced conforming-" He jumps down off the table, "-That's what's killing the kids!" He shouted nearly running into another student. Eddie locks eyes with you and he smiled stepping aside allowing you to walk past. The metalhead watched after you and couldn't help the smile that made it's way onto his face. He quietly took back to his seat and with his friends noticing the change in his behavior decided to leave it be.

You were new so no friends, and no social status, which led you to sit alone during lunch. Just for now hopefully. Jason had watched the interaction between you and Eddie, clocking you as you walked over to a table all alone. He stands up and walks over to you.

Dustin had noticed the way Jason was approaching you and reached over to nudge Eddie. The brunette looked to the curly-haired child and huffed, "What is with you Hend-"

"Look." He urgently gestured over to the table off in the far corner. Eddie snaps his head in that direction watching Jason march over to you.

"You don't think he'd do anything right?" Mike asked suddenly super nervous. Eddie shares a concerned gaze with the two young boys.

"No, I'm his target." Eddie brushed away the worry by making this statement, but Dustin just had to interject.

"No offense, Eds. But ever since you kicked his ass he hasn't bothered to physically make any sort of move, it's been words and empty threats." Eddie hated to admit, but the kid was right. Jason had not even bothered aside from his rants. Jason was changing tactics towards the new girl. You.

"Hey there." Your gaze travels away from your lunch box and up at the blonde standing in front of you. Easily he was recognizable. "Hi, Jason." You greeted back politely. He smiles towards you, but it holds a double meaning. You reach up to adjust the glasses on your nose and Jason laughs.

"Can I help you?" You ask him and he leans forward on his forearms. He eyes your face making you un-comfortable as he stares into your eyes. "Nope." He suddenly snatches the item from your face. He climbs up on the table. You stand up quickly trying to grab the object, but end up slipping and falling down to the floor, pulling your lunch down with you. The milk carton falls on your head spilling over your hair, face, and clothing. The peanut-butter and jelly sandwich you had packed toppling down and sticking into your hair.

"Haha, God." Jason laughed down at your pitiful form. He watches as your eyes fill to the brim with tears mixing with the milk still spilling down your cheeks. The whole cafeteria burst into laughter at you and Jason crouches down and you whimper. "Clumsy, bitch. Can't fucking see without these. Fuckin four eyes." He tosses them at your face and you burst into a full sob and stormed out of the room.

The Hellfire table was the only one silent out of the entire cafeteria. Eddie looked back at the group. "Shit.." Dustin muttered. The guitarist stood up pushing his chair back and walking over to the exit. Jason turned his head just in time for Eddie to slug him across the face and the room erupted into a bunch of 'ooohs' and gasps.

He leaned over to Jason when he recovered, "I'm going to kick your ass if you touch her again." The boy was shaking as the metalhead stood over him, but then backed off following after you. He followed the trail of milk to an empty classroom, the door only open a crack. Eddie could hear you crying from the other side of the door. He knocks alerting you of his presence.

"G-Go away!" You hiccup sniffles following after. You sounded awful and Eddie could not just walk away. He pushes the door open and you stare back at him, knees pulled to your chest, and arms crossed over them hugging yourself. The sight broke his heart and he crouched down in front of you. He smiles not in a sinister way but a caring and genuine smile. It almost makes you smile it was contagious.

"You know-" He starts, "Princesses aren't supposed to cry." He tells you and you wipe your tears away with your sleeve.

"M'Not a princess." You argue gently. Eddie shakes his head messy curls bouncing around his shoulders as he moved.

"But you are." He presses. You finally manage a smile and Eddie sighs. "There it is."

"What?" You ask reaching up to your face.

"The prettiest smile in all of Hawkins." Eddie reaches over you and removes a piece of bread from you hair, brushing some stray strands out of the way. The touches made your heart flutter. In many ways Eddie was many things, but a monster he was not. He was more like a knight. Your knight in shining armor.

"Now, come milady. We cannot have our princess sitting by herself and covered in filth." You giggle. "And of course--" He removes something from his pocket, your glasses, you could see Eddie partially but without them everything was blurry. When you had full vision Eddie was dangerously close offering his ring-clad hand for you to take. You eagerly take his hand and he pulls up, with a little to much force, because you collapse into his arms no doubt covering his shirt in your lunch.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize and Eddie shakes his head.

"It's fine. Let's get you cleaned up. I'll give you a ride home." As the two of you walked Eddie let you hold onto his arm for comfort still reeling from Jason's assault on you earlier.

"And if Jason ever touches you again I'll kick his as M'kay?" You nodded and smiled at him.

"Okay, Eds."

Eds? That was new. No one had ever given him a nickname before. He was going to get used to that.

#stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson gif #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fandom #x reader #joesph quinn #eddie my beloved #eddie i love you #eddie my love

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godzexperiment · 1 year

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something about nix adoring people sensually/being an dork

If he wasn't reckless enough- he had that voice inside his head and it wouldn't go away. Old harsh words. That angels weren't supposed to get so tangled up in humans, human things. Practically acting impulsively out every little "mistake". Finding himself at the dive bar that was an alright place. Couple drinks into his system. Request of changing the music playing; obliged and the electricity coursing through the air. As people danced, laughed in the atmosphere of good times. Flirty dancing at the first person to show interest to him. His moves mimicked playfully. Shots with them; presence of them almost drowning the turmoil out. Waiting for the glance at his lips- as permission before pulling them into an kiss. Getting pulled even closer by the hem of his jacket. It sure did the trick. Too lost in the taste of their lips. Feeling, of the contact and marveling at the beauty of it. Of them.

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Neither of them had shifts to rush off into; it should be awkward and yet they were managing to exist in the same space. He didn't feel the need to run away just quite yet. Instead found himself putting on the too big uniform jacket alongside his boxers. Doing an stretch to loosen up some tension in his muscles. Paying rapt attention to the other who seemed to not mind the theft. Nix crawled back into the bed sitting with legs tucked underneath himself. Sticking his tongue out as fingers grabbed at the jacket. Trying to, with not much actual strength pull him back down. To be laying and he only let the tug move him down slightly. Enough to kiss the tip of their nose; giggling as the reaction of shock it was met with. Yet fingers didn't let go or push him away. Meanwhile he sat back up some more just memorizing details for later. Was it weird? To find people just so indefinable with all their beauty. That only drawing them made it less intense. Possibly. Yet the light reflecting in their brown eyes; that content and post entanglement bliss was cosmic beauty. Way their usually very strictly managed hair was messed up. Statuesque. Realizing got so caught up in it when noticed the propping up with forearms. "You good? Did I grow another head or something." Blinking as shook his head. "Mhm sorry you just look so-." Clearly struggling to put it into words and it was met with an chuckle. -------------

He was dangling upside down off the bed; watching them put away laundry. It was not his typical behavior- or common in general for most living souls probably. Yet it was another level of intimate added to the evening. They asked him to stay and he did. Classic rock playing in the distance from the living room. Watching the little sways to the music- the way they folded and put away their clothing. Occasional disjointed conversation about the music playing. Teasing remarks he'd pass out if stayed upside down the whole time. Bit of an accurate assumption as when he got light headed; immediately did an little topple off the bed. Inquiring if he was alright between giggles. Him unable to help sticking his lower lip out, "You know kissing has healing properties." Eyes rolled but an kiss to the top of his head playfully. -------------

Nix tucked one leg up onto the stool; other hooked around one of it's wooden rungs. "I could do an magic trick-." Biting the inside of his mouth to not grin at the look from the easel to him. Not amused but the eyes betrayed that found it amusing in truth. Felt an bit silly just sitting there letting himself be sketched. But an dare, had been an dare and so be it. Plus it wasn't like he had anywhere to run off to. Sit still for the sketch and then- he'd be very much rewarded with making out. Fairly easy for him to just sit there until the other was finished.

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It was easy for him to redress; in split seconds and watch the other fumbling to get back into uniform. "I sure hope your next shift doesn't involve hand-eye coordination." Teasing as picked the holsters up- taking the grateful look as permission. Quickly, deftly securing it before leaning back to watch. Spinning their issued knife between his fingers. How long would it take to be noticed? How feather light with no noise he'd managed to slip it out it's holder. The checking of the ground- before eyes glanced up. "I have like 5 minutes, give it back." Nix tossed it; catching it by the blade to offer it back with an little wink. Only to double over giggling when realized had actually flustered them. "See you around- also your shirt is on backwards." Slipping out the space so the other could get maybe some composure back before whatever hell awaited them.

#drinking cw #father mention cw #suggestive cw #<< dream you cannot escape >> drabbles #(i could have gone on with lots of other lil situations but eh)

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misslovasstuff · 3 years

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Dazai hcs

Sharing apartment - to relationship hcs

long post ahead!

Dazai

surprisingly neat

I mean, everything that you share is in the right places

but in his private area, it can be a little messy

bottles of alcohol are what you clean up every morning

now, mornings with Dazai as a roommate are the worst

you have to wake him up every morning

if he wakes up first, then the sun must have come out of the west

something’s definitely up and that’s not Dazai’s motivation

he’ll cook from time to time but will leave the shopping to you

Also, he owes you money, like, somehow a lot.

but he always compensates it in the end

comes home late and drinks until falling asleep

you usually check up on Dazai, to tell him to stop drinking that much

he tends to listen to you, but when he’s upset, he’d nicely gesture you to leave him alone

he never admits it, but his favorite part of the day is when he comes home and you welcome him warmly

“Welcome home, Dazai. Guess what? - you poke his nose. - I’ve made your favorite dish tonight.”

you surprise him rather often

the reason you may ask?

well, Dazai is pretty opportunistic

As I said, he’d use you for his own needs as cleaning the house or doing the taxes and stuff (basically things he’s lazy to do)

however, you’re still very kind to him

this warms his heart ngl

his behavior starts to change

he becomes more useful in the house

he’ll learn what you like and dislike the most

he’ll do the laundry whenever you’re tired

there will be movie nights where you both binge watch stuff

for some reason, you got darts game and board games that you two usually play

you hate challenging him to chess though

his friends are your friends

but your friends aren’t his

whenever Dazai comes home and finds you occupied with someone, he goes straight to his room

maybe wave a hello then disappear

“he’s like that.” - you’d claim to your friend who found Dazai very weird

but, there were times they trash talked about him and you didn’t tolerate any of it

“it’s better for you to leave.”

Dazai would be hearing the whole argument and how protective you have become of him

it doesn’t take long until you start to spoil each other

calling sweet names, being more comfortable around one another, cuddling when watching you favorite TV shows, cooking together...

you start leaving small cute stickers around the house for Dazai to notice when you leave for work, like:

“Dazai, the dish is in the fridge. You can warm it up for dinner.” but there will also be notes of a different meanings.

Once, you stick a note to a mirror saying “look how beautiful.”

Dazai would gaze to his reflection and smile at the thought of you

he never told you but Dazai usually blushes when reading such notes

But he isn’t the type of guy that sits around doing nothing to compensate such beahvior

He too would be a sweetheart, bringing you flowers to put in the kitchen, bringing home your favorite snacks...

Once he insisted on giving you a massage.

“No, really Dazai, I’m fine. There’s no need to-

You stop talking once his hands conquer your exhausted shoulders

“you’re so good at this.” you close your eyes, feeling his hands give relief to all the pain those shoulders held

“I’m good at other things as well, if you want to know.”

*sigh* it be like that sometimes

there’s something that he finds very annoying; you keep asking questions

Dazai has claimed that he likes a woman that doesn’t dig up too much on him

Although you respect your boundaries, you just want to know your roommate better.

On the other hand, he slowly starts taking interest in you as well.

You can tell of his sore face when he saw you had a guy over

“Can I talk to you for a second?” - he pats your back as you both make your way to the kitchen, leaving the ‘unwanted’ guest in the living room.

“what is he doing here?”

“what? I’m not allowed to bring guys over? You brought multiple ladies here and I said nothing.”

Dazai’s irritated at the thought, but gives off a rather peaceful vibe.

“Of course you can bring guys over. Just, an advice from your roommate; don’t take it too far.”

He whispered in your ear and left, glaring at the guy guest who gulped from the intimidating Dazai

It wasn’t long until your guest left, saying that you already got a boyfriend and stuff

you claim that he is not your boyfriend but the guy left like the wind

it’s like you could feel Dazai’s grin from behind his door, probably pretending like he heard nothing

“I’ll get you back on this I swear Dazai.”

And so you did.

It didn’t take long until he brought a woman over for the night

And luck wanted it for you to be fully awake in your room

There’s laughter and sound of footsteps leading to Dazai’s room

You didn’t want to admit it, but that woman’s laughter was getting on your nerves and the idea of Dazai hitting it off with a woman irritated you to the core

It’s not that he hasn’t done it before, it was just that you didn’t care back then

You open the door, crossing you arm and resting your shoulder to the wall

Once Dazai sees you there, he widens his eyes but immediately gets where this was going

“Ah, this is my room-

“Hi love, I’m his girlfriend.” - you claim mischeviously and Dazai just titles his head with a confused look on his face

“It’s better if I leave.”

Thus, the door closes, and all is left is you and him, face to face.

“Are you jealous?” - he asks, a bit in the mood

“No, I just wanted to get you back. How does it feel uh?”

“It feels great, to have such a possesive girlfriend that can scare away every human being that comes close me. That’s adorable.”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

Since that day, he has been teasing you every single moment he got the chance to.

You could feel some kind of tension around you two.

Dazai didn’t bring anyone over since then, but you did.

You were honest with yourself. You were doing this just to get a glimpse of Dazai’s jealousy

But you see, playing games with Dazai is not recommended, at all.

He’ll come home at the sight of your being touchy with another man

he’d make a sour face, but just ignore you at first

“Welcome home, Dazai.” it was the smirk in your face that turned the switch in Dazai’s head

Because once he makes your guest leave, he takes all his frustration on you

“I thought we agreed on not bringing such guests over.”

“I never agreed on that.”

The tension grew stronger as Dazai leaned closer to you.

“Agree now then.” - he demands with a low tone of voice

“Are you by any chance, jealous?”

He’d laugh and slowly pin you to the wall

“Do you think I’m that kind of guy that doesn’t get what he wants.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

That was it. Dazai had reached its limit. He kisses you and things escaluate from there. You felt vulnerable under his touch, but you too wanted him.

Once the steamy session is over, Dazai confesses his love to you.

#Dazai bsd #dazai hcs #dazai x reader #bsd

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adhd-attention-deficit-dumbass · 4 years

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Do you have any executive dysfunction hacks?? More specifically ones that relate to schoolwork and keeping myself motivated? Love your blog by the way 💖💖

Omg thank you so so much it makes me so happy to hear that you like my blog you are literally the sweetest🥺💕💖💘

I’m really sorry this took so long to answer I have been having the hardest time with executive dysfunction lately (ironically) and I procrastinated answering.

Hackning your executive dysfunction ✨

+Study edition📚📝

#1 Learn your triggers and how to spot executive dysfunction🧠

A lot of times I can tell that certain circumstances makes my executive dysfunction worse. And recognising these ”triggers” can help you become more aware of your behaviors. Knowing what contributes to your executive dysfunction will help you work towards creating strategies to overcome it.

A few examples of my triggers:

Not getting dressed in the morning

Skipping meals🍳

Working from home 🏡

Not washing my face in the morning🧼

Not using my calendar 🗓

Skipping workouts 🏋️‍♀️

Not brushing my teeth

Now a lot of these are tied to my physical health and hygiene and sometimes these are things that my exectutive dysfunction keep me from doing. But I try to look at them as medicine. I have to eat and brush my teeth and workout because it makes my brain and body happy. It’s hard but with practice you’ll get there.

By avoiding your triggers you’re at least setting yourself up for succsess. As silly as it sounds. Getting dressed in the morning can make the difference between lying on the couch all say and having anxiety because I haven’t gotten anything done and actually being productive and beating my executive dysfunction.

#2 Plan everything and write it down🗓✏️

I have a lot of issues with working memory. It’s just not there a lot of days. I forget everything. When I’m trying not to forget things, I’m spending a lot more energy than non ADHD people just trying to remember. Now this is a lot of energy that you can save by simply writing it down. Use a planner or a to do list or fifty of them if you have to.

I use a very simple system for this. I take a piece of paper and write ”to do” then I make 2 seperate colums. Above the first I write ”overall” or something like it. There I write down literally everything I can think of. ”Study” ”shower” ”laundry” ”make to do list” ” ”put away dirty socks” ”think about what to make for dinner” whatever, big or small.

Once that list is finished, I write above the second column ”today” and I pick from the first list what things I need/want to have finished on the same day. Try not to go overboard with this one. Think baby steps. It’s easy to become excited and think that you’re going to do everything because you often will get a burst of energy from planning stuff but stick to maybe 4-5 things a day at first.

Now the hardest part is to keep doing it. Usually you do really good for 2 weeks and then forget about it. Especially when the benefits are starting to show, you tend to forget your system because things are doing so good and then you stop and end up right where you started.

The way I (sort of) solved this was to make weekly ”evaluations”. What I do is I sit down and evaluate how much I planned this week and how much of what I planned I actually acomplished. By doing this I held myself accountable.

#3 ”The one thing” strategy

Now if all else fails despite your best efforts and you have no energy or motivation to do any of the things you want/have to, this is a good strategy to get yourself into a more productive mindset or at least check one thing of your to-do list.

It’s pretty much self-explanatory. You pick one thing and one thing only, even if you have a mountain of things that has to get done. Ignore them. All of them. They don’t exist anymore, they’re poofed out out existance for now.

Instead put your energy into doing one productive thing. After you finished the one thing you’re done. 100% done. No more doing stuff for you. You get to throw yourself back in bed if you like, or get a snack, whatever.

What usually happens however is that you’ll feel more energized and motivated by having completed a task and you’ll feel like continuing. If that’s the case, GREAT, if not you at least got 1 thing done instead of nothing.

#4 Find a studying technique that actually works for you🔑

I’m going to be brutally honest with you. This right here☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻is what made the difference between passing and not passing my exams this year.

I struggled for a really long time with my studies, No matter if I spent 5 hours reading a text book it just. Didn’t. Stick. And I used to get so upset because I was trying sooooo hard and everyone else could do it so why not me? It really lowered my motivation because no matter how hard I tried I always failed.

I watched hundreds of ”how to study” and ”study tips” videos on youtube and read tumblr posts but I still never really understood why I was having such a hard time until I tried using flashcards and it changed my whole view on studying.

It turned out I wasn’t stupid or lazy. I could understand everything on the page but as soon as I had read it, it was gone. I couldn’t remember any of it so it didn’t matter that I actually understood the subject quite well because I could never remember the contents.

What changed the game for me entirely was switching entirely over to flash cards and memory based studying. I went from failing entirely to actually getting really good results.

(A lot of people with ADHD struggle with memory so I would suggest always incorporating a lot of ”memory based” studying even if your best study technique is based on a different strategy)

The moral of the story is that sometimes we struggle without knowing why and it’s only by trying new things that we find out that maybe we weren’t lacking the ability as much as we thought, we just needed the right key to unlock it.

I hope you find some of these tips at least a little bit helpful and i wish you luck with your studies📚✨

Feel free to comment/reblog with your own tips and hacks for executive dysfunction/study motivation☺️✨

PS: This is a sideblog so I reply to comments as @time-for-tea-and-flattery

#adhd #Ask #answering asks #adhd tips #adhd asks #adhd hacks #this took so long to respons to i’m so sorry I’ll try to be faster in the future #sorry if there’s a lot of weird spelling mistakes and stuff I’m on mobile #executive dysfunction #feel free to send more asks #Leave any tips if you have them #adhd help #adhd advice #adhd post #adhd study tips

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 4 years

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feel like i’m drowning (johnny suh)

Summary: You’ve always had a love/hate relationship with your roommates older brother Johnny, and when he comes to visit the worse for wear, things aren’t any different.

A/n: Commission, I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), teasing, vaginal fingering, some dirty talk, some possessive behavior, it’s honestly pretty soft for what it is, alcohol tw

Word Count: 5216

It takes a month before what you feared would happen when you moved in with your best friend actually happens.

You love her to death, you’ve been friends since middle school and when she’d gone to college and you’d taken a year off “to explore things” (much to your parents’ chagrin), you’d missed her terribly. So when you finally join her on campus and she has her own place, a house nearby that is falling apart but has three bedrooms and a big kitchen, you’re both excited to see each other.

The honeymoon period can only last so long, however, and you’re well aware of that because for all the wonderful things about your best friend Leah, she has one incredible, fatal flaw.

Her older brother, Johnny Suh.

You’d first met him when you were 15 and he was 17 and you remember how wide your eyes had gotten when he blasted past you on his skateboard, how your face had screwed up in disgust when he’d sat down on the curb and lit a cigarette.

“That’s gross,” you’d said snootily.

He laughed and looked up at you. “Nice to meet you too, princess.”

You’d hated him ever since, carrying around his stupid skateboard all the time and the eternal pack of cigarettes in his t-shirt pocket and his stupid smirk and the way his bangs falling into his face made your heart race just a little.

“Y/n-ah,” Leah says in a sing song voice and you roll your eyes, knowing something is coming.

“What do you want?”

She pouts at you, batting her brown eyes. “Who says I want something?”

“You only call me Y/n-ah when you want something, Leah. You don’t even speak that much Korean?”

“My parents want me to learn, I’m trying!” She insists. “Listen, so...I’m going to head over to Jae’s tonight but I have the slightest problem.”

“I don’t have any condoms,” you say, deadpan, and she smacks your shoulder with the heel of your hand.

“Not that!” She screeches, and then flushes. “I have those. Anyway, so my brother is coming in tonight and I need you to be here to let him in -”

You stop dead, having been washing the dishes, and you almost drop a mug onto the floor. “Johnny is coming?”

“Yeah? I only have one brother?”

“And you want me to let him in?”

“Come on, Y/n, you don’t still have a crush on him, do you?” Leah bumps you with her hip and you sputter.

“I’ve never had a--” You pause and take a deep breath. “Fine, what do I get if I stay and let him in.”

Leah gives you a big smile and blinks innocently at you. “My eternal love and gratitude?”

You give her a withering look.

She huffs, her smile fading. “Fine, I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

You keep staring, unblinking.

“Fine, a month!”

You grin. “Would have done it for two weeks. You’re terrible at negotiating.”

The rest of the day goes by much faster than you want it to, and part of you wants to take it all back when she gets all dressed up and heads out to her boyfriend’s for the night.

You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s just your best friend’s stupid brother who thinks he’s so fucking cool but he’s not even that cute and-

There is a knock on the door while you’re internally raging on the couch.

“There’s a doorbell, you idiot,” you mutter, but your palms are sweating when you jerk the door open.

He’s rolling luggage behind him with a backpack slung over one shoulder, bangs hanging in his face like always.

“Hey-” He looks down at you and blinks, comically, as if he wasn’t expecting to see you. “Oh. Is that you, princess?”

“Y/n,” you correct.

He nods, still staring, and you huff out a breath and grab the handle of his luggage, ignoring the zing through your hand when your fingers brush his.

You roll it into the guest bedroom and you don’t even realize he’s following you until you turn around and bump into his chest.

“Slow down, princess,” he murmurs, taking your shoulders in his hands and your mouth goes dry.

You let out a long breath through your nostrils and push past him.

“Not gonna give me the tour?” He calls, and you feel like screaming.

“You’re grown, explore on your own,” you shoot back, slamming the door of your room and ignoring his laughter.

You focus on your studies, having an essay due the following morning, so it’s a few hours before you take out your earbuds and stretch, hearing a banging around in the kitchen.

Your curiosity outweighs your frustration with him and you pad your way into the kitchen, now dressed in a pair of yoga shorts and a camisole.

Johnny is reaching in the top cabinet for the bottle of tequila Leah always keeps there for impromptu parties or breakups with her on again off again boyfriend, and you cross your arms, tsking.

Johnny pulls it down and looks at you, smiling a bit sheepishly. “Leah never changes.”

“Neither do you. Must be a family trait.” You sit down at the kitchen table.

Johnny shrugs. “You might be right.”

There’s something about the way he says it, flat and listless, that makes you frown.

“Is something...is something wrong?” You find yourself asking.

He shrugs again, brings two shot glasses over to the table, fills his own and then looks at you with the lip of the bottle poised over your glass.

You nod almost imperceptibly and he pours one for you as well. When he sits down you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You didn’t even get the limes? What the fuck?”

He laughs and watches you head to the fridge and bring out a container of lime wedges to sit between you.

You throw back your shot before sticking the lime wedge in your mouth and biting down, making a face.

Johnny watches you, just a hint of a smile on his mouth.

You scrunch your nose. “What?”

“You grew up cute, princess.”

You cough a little on the tequila. “Shut up and take your shot, you coward.”

He does, shooting it back and then making a face.

You push the bowl of limes toward him and he rolls his eyes and bites down on one.

“Oh. That is better.”

You scoff. “Told you.”

The alcohol burns in the back of your throat, already making your head feel a bit lighter. You aren’t much of a drinker, so it doesn’t take much.

He doesn’t talk much, and that’s unusual, you remember as a kid hanging on every word he said even though you’d disagreed with most of it and brattily told him as much.

“Did something happen back home?” You ask after he takes another shot and you decline one. You tilt your head, concerned.

“Ah, nothing to be concerned with, princess.” When you frown, he looks up and gives you a weak smile. “Nothing to do with Leah.”

You bristle just a little. “I didn’t say I was asking because of Leah.”

“Yeah, well, I figured. You’ve never liked me much, yeah?”

His tone is all flat again, so unlike the teasing lilt he always had, and it just makes you frown harder.

“Didn’t say that,” you insist, stubbornly.

“Didn’t have to,” he says with a chuckle, pouring a third shot for himself and hovering the bottle over your shot glass again.

You don’t know why you nod, you don’t even like tequila, but something about the look on his face, that wry chuckle, makes you cheer him with your shot glass before biting down on the wedge of lime.

He keeps staring at you, propping his chin in his hand, and it’s making your face feel more flushed than the alcohol is.

“So what’s been going on with you?” You ask, to make conversation, and he shrugs again, looking down at his hands. He’s twisting a ring around his index finger.

“Lot of different shit, really,” he starts, and you wonder if he’s finally tipsy enough to tell you what’s wrong. Instead, he looks up at you, eyes trailing along the line of your neck. “You really did grow up while I was away, huh?”

“Don’t be weird,” you mumble.

Johnny laughs, reaches out to grab the bottom of your chair and scoot you closer to him. You squeak when your knee bumps his.

Of course he’s wearing ripped jeans, when is he ever not wearing ripped jeans, and your bare skin against his makes your head feel light on your shoulders.

“It’s true,” he insists. “You always were a pretty princess, but you’re something else, now.”

“You’re not even that much older than me.” You tilt your chin up defiantly.

“I’m still your oppa,” he murmurs, and his face is close, too close, so you clear your throat and pour you each another shot.

It’s another two shots before you’re well and truly drunk and bold, going so far as to prop your legs up on his lap, settling back in the kitchen chair comfortably.

His fingers light along your ankle, trailing up to the back of your knee and back down again casually, as if it wasn’t making your heart beat faster. To your credit, you don’t react, just watch him with half lidded eyes.

“Your skin is so soft,” he mumbles, words slurred around the edges.

You can’t deny that when you were younger, you’d thought about this, imagined what his hands would feel like on your skin, his deep voice murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, even as you hated yourself for it.

Instead of an insult or a witty comeback, you find yourself thanking him for the compliment.

He looks up at you, surprised, and your breath catches in your throat when he lifts one of your legs to his mouth, planting a soft kiss just on the inside of your ankle bone.

“Johnny,” you breathe.

“Mmm?” He smiles against your skin and you wonder if it’s possible for all the blood to rush to your genitals at once.

“Do you want to see my bedroom?”

He looks surprised only for a moment before nodding, and you manage not to stumble when you stand. Your hand feels so small in his when you lead him to your room, and you crawl onto the bed and then turn to look at him with a pout.

He makes a show of looking around, glancing up at the fairy lights stretching across your ceiling. “A room fit for a princess.”

“Shut up and come here,” you say, and you don’t even care that it comes out like a whine.

Johnny laughs and crawls into bed with you and you twist to face him. He loses his smile when you place your palms on his chest.

“Princess...Y/n,” he starts, but you silence him by pressing your mouth to his.

He makes this sound into your mouth, something between a groan and a growl and it makes you clutch at his t-shirt, press your tongue into his mouth.

He kisses you back at first, his hand going to the back of your head and he tastes like tequila and tobacco and all your teenage wildest dreams but then he’s tugging your hair, his other hand on your shoulder to move back from you.

“Y/n, you’re drunk,” he says firmly, running his tongue along his lower lip.

“M’not,” you lie, trying to press in closer to him but his hands are tight on your shoulders, not allowing you to get closer like you want to. You pout. “I want you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, and drops a chaste kiss on your forehead before climbing out of your bed even as you protest. “I need some air.”

Anger rises up in you, you’re tipsy and needy and your skin feels hot all over and your head is starting to pound. You throw a pillow at him that he barely ducks.

“Fine! Get out! I don’t need another mistake, anyway,” you spit out and he blinks once, twice, face looking wounded.

“Ha. Okay, then.”

You’ve buried your face in the pillow but you hear how low his voice sounds, how the door closes softly behind him.

You wake up to the sound of Leah yelling.

“Fucking shit, Johnny, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing sitting in the dark with a bottle of tequila like some kind of --wait is that my fucking tequila?!”

You wince and head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, your head aching. You remember taking the third shot with Johnny and then bits and pieces and you’re mortified by what you do remember, the way he’d pushed you away.

By the time you head into the kitchen for a much needed glass of water, Leah has retreated to her room. You gulp down half the glass and you can’t help stepping into the living room, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Johnny is sitting on the couch, not in the dark anymore since Leah had flipped on the light, a nearly empty bottle of tequila nestled between his thighs.

You wrinkle your nose. “You drink all that by yourself?”

Johnny blinks up at you, eyes glassy, before sneering. “What do you care?”

You let out a slow breath. “I’m sorry about last night. I was drunk and I shouldn’t have been...anyway, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you didn’t make a mistake.” His tone isn’t raised, just low and flat like it was last night.

You sit down hesitantly on the couch next to him, perched on the edge of the cushion.

“I didn’t mean that.”

Johnny snorts, not looking at you, eyes fixed forward on the television which is turned off. “Yeah, you did.”

“I didn’t,” you insist, and take his hand, squeezing it so that he looks at you. “I’m sorry,” you say again, softly.

“S’okay,” he mumbles, eyes on your mouth. “Wanted to kiss you for so long.”

You manage not to choke on air, but it’s a near thing. “You...you what?”

He drops his forehead to your shoulder as if he’s tired, and you wonder if he’s been up all night.

“Always thought you were the prettiest princess,” he mumbles against your shoulder and your heart skips a beat.

Your fingers thread through his hair, longer than it had been a couple of years ago when you’d last seen him. “You should get some sleep.”

“Mmm.” You’re not sure if that’s an agreement or not until he shifts on the couch, placing his head in your lap.

You let out a sound, not in protest, exactly, more in surprise, and he frowns when you move your hand from his hair, looking up at you with hazy eyes and taking your hand to put it back.

It’s cute, you have to admit, he’s cute, and he’s breathing slow and even in moments when you start running your fingers through his hair.

Leah raises an eyebrow when she comes through the living room. “So are you not over your crush on my brother yet?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, flipping on the television and putting the volume on low.

Leah perches on the arm of the couch. “He’s been having a rough time lately,” she says softly. “I’m glad you were here for him.”

You feel a pang of guilt rocket through you at her words. “He didn’t say anything about having a hard time.”

Leah nods. “You know Johnny, he doesn’t like talking about his feelings. I think he just thought things would be different for him in Los Angeles but he’s not getting as much traction with his music as he wanted and he was dating this girl….didn’t end well.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly, feeling like scum for how you’d acted last night.

“He’s probably just homesick, it’s why he wanted to come and see me.” Leah ruffles her brother’s hair. “Dumbass,” she says fondly. Johnny barely stirs.

After sitting and chatting for another few moments, Leah heads back out to her boyfriend’s and you stay still, unwilling to get up and disturb him. After you’ve watched two hours of a Snapped marathon, he stirs and sits up, groaning and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and you stop him from getting up with one hand on his chest.

“Stay here.” You return in a few moments with a plate of toast and a big glass of water and he looks at you as if you’re the sun.

“Thank you. Bless you.”

You watch him devour the toast and gulp down the water.

“So,” you start, and then trail off, not sure how to approach the subject.

“So?” He doesn’t look up from his plate, mouth full of toast.

You huff out a breath. “So, I’m sorry about last night, but to my credit you didn’t tell me that you were going through something.”

Johnny scoffs. “What would that have accomplished?”

“I would have been nicer!” You hit his shoulder with the heel of your hand.

“Would have been nicer, she says, and then hits me.” He rubs his shoulder dramatically. “Highly suspect.”

You pout but you smile nonetheless. “You can talk to me, you know.”

Johnny looks at you, head tilted slightly. “Yeah? Not like we’ve ever been friends, princess.”

You shrug. “I’m older and wiser now. And over my high school crush.”

Johnny’s eyes widen and you wince at your slipup. “You had a crush on me?”

“Oh, god, shut up. Tell me what’s going on with you.” Your cheeks feel hot and you cross your legs under you on the couch.

Johnny’s grin fades just slightly. “All right, fine, but we’re coming back to that,” he warns, and you scoff.

“Leah said that you were homesick.”

Johnny shrugs. “I guess. I had these big plans, big dreams, and it just….it feels like everything’s falling apart. It’s like I”m drowning, barely keeping my head above water. Like I was better off here, skipping classes to go to the skatepark and flirting with you.”

You ignore his last comment. “No one has it all together after a few months, Johnny. I certainly don’t. I took a year off to find myself and it’s not like I even know who I am yet.” You laugh. “You’ve got plenty of time.”

Johnny smiles. “Thank you for saying that, it makes me feel better.”

“That’s what I’m here for, to throw myself at my high school crush and then make him feel better about his quarter life crisis,” you say dryly.

Johnny grins, eyes lighting up as he leans toward you. You’re close to the same height so his face is close to yours again and again, it makes your heart speed up. He just looks at you for a long moment and you’re so sure he’s going to kiss you until he stands up.

“Hold that thought,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

You sit there with your mouth open for a moment as he heads out to the porch.

“Johnny fucking Suh,” you mutter. Instead of waiting for him, after a couple of moments you storm out to the porch.

He leans against the rail of the porch, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, those fucking bangs falling in his face again.

“Johnny fucking Suh,” you repeat, to him this time, and he smirks around the cigarette before taking it out and blowing smoke from his nostrils.

“Can’t say that’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

“What’s your deal? You pushed me away when I kissed you last night but then you told me I was pretty and now you…” you trail off. “What do you even want?”

Johnny tilts his head, smoking, as if he’s thinking. “Hadn’t thought about it that much.”

You stare at him, flabbergasted.

“You haven’t--”

He tosses his cigarette, steps closer, and thumbs at your bottom lip.

“Want to kiss you while you’re sober,” he murmurs, leaning forward, and you tilt your chin up just slightly. Instead of kissing you, though, he slips his thumb between your teeth and you bite down gently.

He chuckles low in his throat. “Okay, princess. Point taken.”

Johnny takes your face in one hand, squeezing tight so that your mouth opens and slides his tongue in your mouth, making you whine. It’s maybe the dirtiest kiss you’ve ever had, not much style, just wet and aggressive and it makes your skin tingle all over.

You find yourself wondering if he kisses like this, what else is in store, and your arms go around his neck, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“What?” You gasp out, pouting a little as you back off.

“You gotta let me shower first, I smell like tequila and depression.”

You’re surprised into a laugh, and step backwards, feeling only a little embarrassed at your needy behavior. “Fair enough.”

You don’t start to feel awkward until you’re in your room, naked under your covers and wondering if that was just an excuse to get away from you, if he wouldn’t show up after all, until you hear a faint knock on the door.

“Come in,” you call, holding the covers up to your neck just in case it’s Leah and trying to brace yourself for disappointment if it is.

It’s Johnny after all, no more ripped jeans but instead gray sweats and a white tanktop, hair damp and slicked back, no more bangs in his face.

It’s different, somehow, seeing him stripped bare like this, and you worry your lip between your teeth, feeling exposed even under the covers.

“Change your mind already?” He teases, but he steps inside and closes the door anyway.

“Lock it,” you say, hiding your face under the covers when he raises an eyebrow at you.

You keep your face hidden until you feel him sit down on the bed beside you.

“You gonna tell me about this crush you had on me?”

“Oh, fuck, no,” you groan.

Johnny tugs down the covers and then takes in a sharp breath. “Oh, princess, you were expecting me after all.”

“Who else would I be expecting?” You mutter, hiding your face with your hands.

He laughs, taking your hands in his and leaning down to kiss you, softly this time, none of the aggression from earlier.

When you try to slide your tongue into his mouth, he pulls away and you groan in frustration.

“Ah-ah, gotta tell me about that crush first,” he teases.

You struggle into a sitting position, moving the covers to reveal your breasts, and his eyes flick downward, tongue darting out to wet his lips, but then back up to your face as if unbothered.

“I couldn’t stand you, but I thought you were hot,” you admit with a sigh. “Kinda wanted you to hold my hand and kiss me and stuff.”

“I thought you were into those jock types. Like that one guy, whatshisface?”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about.” You’re sitting there with your tits out and he’s talking about some old high school boyfriend of yours?

Johnny scrunches his nose. “That guy you dated junior year. The big one.”

You roll your eyes. “What, were you jealous?”

“Yeah, a little.” Johnny looks down at your breasts again, takes them in his hands, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, and you gasp.

“Johnny.”

“Hmm?” He’s focused on your breasts, on how your nipples peak under his hands.

“Shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes dart to your face, just a hint of a smirk on his face. “Orders from the princess?”

You huff out a breath but he tears the sheets off you, kisses down your hipbone and you lose any breath you’d had to complain.

It’s a combination of the way his mouth feels on your clit and the low moan he lets out against you that makes you cry out, and you bite the back of your hand to muffle the sound.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, threading your fingers through his damp hair, and he makes that low groan/growl sound that has your hips bucking up to meet his mouth as he latches his lips around your clit. He works his tongue against you, side to side, he’s good at this, he’s had tons of practice, you’re sure, but holy fuck. You’re not one of those girls that finds it easy to get off, even by yourself, but you’re so close it feels like your clit is swollen beneath his mouth, heat flooding through your body.

Just as you’re about to cum he moves his tongue from your clit to slide inside your pussy, lapping you up like you’re some exquisite meal, and you let out a whimper and a frustrated sigh, clenching your thighs around his head.

You hear him chuckle as he nips at your inner thigh, making you yelp quietly. You’re sure there will be a mark there, and the idea makes you feel hot all over again before he slides two long fingers inside you, curling up, and latches his full mouth around your clit again, sending you over the edge in just those two motions. You bite down hard on the back of your hand to not alert Leah that her older brother is face deep in your pussy, rolling your hips up to meet his face.

You tug on his hair, impatient, your pussy clenching around nothing, and he slides up your body, his mouth and chin shiny with your slick. He kisses you just like on the porch, rough and dirty, moans into your mouth.

“You taste so sweet, princess,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you feel him hard against your hip, bigger than you’d imagined.

You twist away from him, digging in your bedside drawer and bringing out a selection of various condoms.

Johnny raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, fuck you, it’s college, I’m prepared.”

“Hmm,” is his only response, but he doesn’t waste time, tugging down his sweats and your eyes widen only slightly at how thick he is, redder toward the head, bobbing against his abdomen.

He applies the condom but doesn’t slide inside you like you expect, instead working three fingers in your pussy, stretching you, making you gasp for air.

“You’re so tight, princess. Haven’t used these condoms much, yeah?”

“Oh fuck off, that’s not how it works and you know it,” you gasp out, and he laughs, loud and open.

He takes one of your thighs in his hands and moves you so that he’s between your thighs and your knees come up instinctively, your pussy aching to have him inside you.

His eyes are darting between your sex and your face and you bite your lip.

“Johnny, what the fuck are you waiting for, come on,” you whine, but he keeps looking down at you with dark eyes.

“Don’t want you to have used them much,” he mumbles, so low you’re not sure if you’ve heard him, and you blink.

“Are you...are you being serious?”

He shrugs, kneading your thigh with one hand.

A moment of inspiration hits and you sigh. “Well, if you’re not gonna fuck me, let me up so I can go and find someone who will. It’s a big campus, there’s lots of jocks from the lacrosse team-”

Johnny makes that growl/groan sound again and your heart speeds up.

“Real cute, Y/n.” He leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lower lip as he finally pushes inside you, and you’re glad he’s kissing you because your cry definitely wouldn’t have been quiet otherwise.

He feels so hot and hard inside you, you can feel him pulsing and you lift your legs up with your hands below your knees so that he can fuck you deeper and he groans loud against your mouth. Apparently he doesn’t have the same worries about Leah finding out, because he’s making all kinds of noise as he fucks you hard and deep, looking down at where the two of you connect.

“Grip me so tight, princess, so hot and wet, fuck…”

“Johnny, please,” you whine, and you’re not even sure what you’re asking for but he gives it to you anyway, shifting to fuck you harder, hitting this spot inside you that you can barely reach with your fingers and it makes black spots bloom behind your eyelids.

“Every time Leah posted a picture with you I thought about you,” he babbles, never slowing. “Every time she mentioned you I remembered how you looked with your hair falling out of that ponytail you always hand it in, nibbling on your thumbnail and sassing me left and right.”

“Johnny,” you breathe, and then you’re vaulted into another orgasm and he kisses you hard and dirty again but there’s something oddly passionate in it. He grunts into your mouth when he spills into the condom and you breathe hard against his neck until he rolls off you.

“So you had a crush on me too, huh?” You ask, propping yourself up on one elbow.

Johnny groans and laughs at the same time and covers his face with his hands.

“Shut up.”

You can’t stop smiling, and you give him fifteen minutes before you start kissing along his ribs, down to his hipbone, sucking a mark there as he gasps.

When you take him into your mouth, he groans so loud that Leah bangs on the wall.

“Gross!” She yells, and you manage to keep it together, laughing only a little around him before going back to your task.

Later that day when the two of you come up for air, she wrinkles her nose at you both but smiles, and you figure that’s her way of giving her blessing.

You all end up at the campus quad and Johnny is skating when the lacrosse player that you’d hooked up with a few months ago comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Hey!” You greet him brightly, hugging him back and then backing away, about to tell him that you’re seeing someone new.

Before you can though, you feel a kiss on your shoulder, a hand snaking around your waist.

“Hey!” Johnny says brightly. “I’m Johnny, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

“So salty,” Leah says with a snort when the lacrosse player walks off.

“I’m not salty,” Johnny pouts. “Not even the jealous type.”

“Oh word? Lemme go ask him if he wants to take me out tomorrow night, then-”

Johnny bites down on your shoulder gently. “You better fucking not.”

You laugh and you’re not even mad when he lights a cigarette, sitting down on the curb and looking up at you like you hung the moon.

“Do you feel better, now?” You ask, the next night as you’re both sitting on the porch and watching the sunset. “Less like you’re drowning?”

Johnny leans over and kisses your shoulder, open mouthed. “Yeah, feel like I learned how to swim, thanks to you.”

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Where We Start Again 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

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“This is my room.” Peter weakly gestured to his bedroom as you walked through his door. His eyes were immediately drawn to everything he needed to hide as you began to look around. He kicked a pair of boxers into the closet and threw a hoodie over the vials of web fluid on his desk. When he looked up at you, a smile dawned on his lips. You stood out in your mini skirt among his nerdy ambiance, but you didn’t look out of place. You noticed him staring and tucked your hair behind your ear nervously.

“What?” You asked, feeling a little self conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing. I just like looking at you.” His lips moved faster than his brain and he was defenseless to stop the words from coming out. Luckily, you found it sweet and gave him a small smile.

“Star Wars bedsheets?” You nodded towards his unmade bed where tiny green Yoda heads dotted his sheets.

“Those aren’t mine.” He scoffed playfully, watching as you took a seat on his bed. His throat tightened at the thought of your bare legs on his sheets. The skirt he’d fawned over so many times was on his bed right now, and he was beginning to panic.

“Uh huh.” You humored him and ran a hand over his pillow. “They’re very soft. You should thank whoever they belong to for taking care of them.”

“I have your laundry- oh! A female.” May was startled by your presence when she came to Peters open door. Peters eyes widened when he noticed she was holding a few pairs of his boxers in her hands and prayed you didn’t notice too. Unfortunate for Peter, you had manners and got up off his bed to shake Mays hand. You shoot Peter a look when your eyes fell on the pile.

“Hi Mrs. Parker. I’m Y/n.” You said politely as you shook her hand. May looked between you and Peter with a surprised expression.

“Y/n L/n?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, that me.” You told her. Peter looked up at the ceiling, silently cursing God for what was happening in front of him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Peters been telling me about you since freshman year. You’re the one with the skirt, right? Oh, you’re wearing it now.” She laughed spritely and handed Peter his boxers. “You were right, Peter. It is a nice skirt. And please, call me May.”

Peter knew a nail in the coffin when he saw one. There was no coming back from what May just said. You were gonna think he was a creep and your fake relationship would end before it began.

At least you sat on his bed, though.

“Thank you, May. It’s from H&M and I hear there’s a sale right now. It kinda matches your nails. They’re so pretty.” You told her and she looked down at her nail color. Peter did a double take between you and May. For some reason, you weren’t running out of his apartment in fear.

You were giving his Aunt shopping tips and nail compliments.

“Oh, wow. It does. And thank you. I just got them done but of course this one didn’t notice.” She gave Peter a pointed look before returning her attention to you. “I think I’ll go check it out. I’ll leave you kids to it.” She winked at Peter before closing the door.

Peter braced himself for an abrupt end to your newfound relationship as you turned around. Instead, you had your arms folded and a surprised smile on your face.

“Have you been talking to your aunt about me?” You put yourself hand over your heart like you couldn’t believe it. Peter opened his mouth to apologize, but decided against it when you didn’t show any signs of disdain.

“However did you know?” He replied sarcastically and got a laugh out of you. So you didn’t want apologies, he thought. You wanted humor. “I hope you know, you just witnessed the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

“Well if I know anything about women, she’s gonna be at H&M for a while. You don’t have to worry about her coming in here to embarrass you and drop off your Scooby Doo boxers.” You picked up a pair from the pile he was holding and dangled it in front of his face. He snatched them away from you and quickly stuffed them in his drawer.

“Give me those. They also aren’t mine.” He lied and you held up your hands in defense.

“I believe you.” You insisted and walked over to his LEGO Ferris Wheel. He joined you, standing next to you in silence for a moment as you admired it.

“Ruh roh.” You muttered and his head snapped to you.

“Hey.” He whined. You leaned into him as you laughed, making his breath hitched in his chest when you touched him

“I’m sorry. How does this thing work?” You returned your attention to the Ferris wheel. Peter took a moment to admire the wonder in your eyes as they trailed over the bricks. He pushed a button on the side and it began to move.

“Effervescent.” You said flatly at the anticlimactic way it worked. Peter watched you fondly as your eyes followed the LEGO man and woman in one of the carts.

“What made you want to come over?” He asked suddenly. “Do you have to do community service or something?”

“No.” You said like it was a crazy thought. “I wanted to hang out with you.”

Peter was taken aback by this answer and thought for sure you were lying. He looked at you skeptically as you watched the Ferris wheel.

“Why?” He asked. “And how has nothing you’ve seen so far made you want to stop hanging out with me? You know, the boxers, the bedsheets, the aunt.”

You leaned against his book self and looked down at your boots as you shrugged.

“The boys in our school show up hung over, smelling like mango juul pods and hotdog water. They sleep through class and pelt spit balls at each other at lunch. And I’m pretty sure half the football team hasn’t made the full transition from monkey to human yet.” You said as you kept your eyes down.

“These are all things I already know.” Peter said when you didn’t answer his question. You looked up at him and shrugged slightly.

“You show up in button downs and cute sweaters, smelling like apple shampoo. The one that can get in your eyes and won’t sting. You pay attention in class and build LEGO desk lamps for the science fair. And you give people your gogurt.” You said timidly. The corners of Peters mouth turned down as he fought a smile, as well as the urge to scream into a pillow.

“Well she packed me an extra one.” He reminded you and you rolled your eyes. You walked away from his bookshelf and over to where he had set the LEGO lamp down.

“Can I help you glue the legos down?” You changed the topic. “It’ll go faster with two people.”

“Sure.” He nodded and joined you at his desk. He took a vial of web fluid from under the hoodie and handed it to you. “Here.”

“What kind of glue is this?” You asked as you examined the vial.

“Oh, uh, I made it myself.” Peter stammered as he pulled up a chair for you. You gave him a grateful smile and took a seat.

“You made your own glue?” You asked him once he sat down next to you at the desk.

“Yes?”

“You’re incredible, Peter.” You shook your head and started glueing pieces down. “Out here making your own glue. Elmer’s is quaking.”

Peter took a moment to collect himself before he started glueing the pieces together. Everytime he thought he did something lame, you liked it. And not only that, you praised him for it. All the things that made him unpopular were the things you seemed to enjoy. He was curious about your intentions and could only hope they were good.

“The fair is this Friday, right?” You peered at him through your lashes as you focused on sticking a piece to the base.

“Yeah, right after school.” He replied, freezing momentarily when your pinky touched his.

“I’ll be there.” You said definitively. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you to see if you were joking, but you looked completely serious.

“You don’t have to. It’ll be really boring.” He said softly but you dismissed him.

“Then I’ll hang out by you the whole time.” YIU said simply. “What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t there to watch my boyfriend win the science fair?”

The tips of Peters ears turned pink when you called him your boyfriend. As much as he’d love to have you cheering him on at the science fair, he didn’t want to make you do something you didn’t want to do. He was about to insist that you didn’t have to go when he stopped himself. Something about all the impossible things that had happened today made him want to go against his normal behavior.

“It’s every boys dream to have his fake girlfriend watching him awkwardly tell judges about his science fair project.” He said instead of telling you you didn’t have to come. You seemed like you wanted to, and he’d love to have you there. Why not let it happen?

“I know, right? How’d you get so lucky?” You tossed your hair off your shoulder and winked at him. Peter has gone from never speaking to you to you winking at him three times in one day. You were right. How did he get so lucky?

“Are you sure about committing to this whole fake dating thing? If you’re at the science fair with me, more people are gonna know. It won’t just be between you and me and Flash anymore.” Peter warned you. You stopped glueing legos and looked at him.

“I am sure. I want to do this. It’s just until the dance right? I can dedicate two weeks of my life to mess with Flash.” You insisted as you put your hand on top of his. He tensed up so you quickly drew it away and cleared your throat. “We should probably come up with nicknames for each other to really sell it. What do you want to be called?”

Still recovering from the hand holding incident, his mind was blank.

“You pick.” He said blankly.

“Thank God. I thought you were gonna say “my lord” or some shit.” You laughed and went back to glueing. “How about baby? Nice and simple.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled shyly. He wasn’t even on your radar this morning and now you were calling him baby.

“What do you want to call me?” You asked. The hope in your eyes made Peter determined not to disappoint you.

“Daisy.” He said confidently. You raised your eyebrows at his quick response.

“You had that prepared.” You remarked and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I see you drawing daisies on your notes all the time.” He admitted. “And then you color the center with yellow highlighter. It’s cute.”

“Good eye, baby.” You emphasized the pet name for effect.

“I just have a good view, daisy.” He did the same. You pulled your tongue between your teeth and giggled. The sight of it made Peters knees weaken as he glued on the final piece.

“You should give me one of your shirts or something so I can wear it to school.” You said as you got out of your chair. “Do you have anything that says your last name on the back?”

Peter got up from the desk and dug around in his closet for his decathlon hoodie. He made sure not to touch the area where his suit was hidden.

“Would this work?” He asked as he held it out to you. You traced your fingers over the bold white block letters and smiled.

“That’s perfect. And here.” You slipped your scrunchie off your wrist and gave it to him. “Wear this on your wrist. I wear it a lot so people will know it’s mine.”

Peter put it on his wrist and thought of all the times he’d seen you wearing it. He loved it when you wore your hair up. And down. He loved it all.

But so did the rest of his school.

Guilt bubbled in the pit of his tummy at the thought of what the fake relationship could do to your reputation.

“You really don’t have to do this, Y/n.” He said softly. “You’re committing social suicide.”

“That’s not a thing.” You stated as you tied his hoodie around your waist. “And I told you, I’m happy to do this. Flash needed to be put in his place. I always hear him picking on you over nothing.”

“Yeah. He’s a real piece of work.” Peter shoved his hands in his pockets and blew out a breath.

“You pronounce “dick head” funny.” You smirked. “Why do you let him get away with what he says to you? How do you resist the urge to punch him in the face?”

“He’s not worth.” Peter shrugged. “I want to get out of here and go to a good college. I’m kinda depending on scholarships and I hear schools prefer kids who don’t get into physical fights with other students.”

“Well you’re very patient.” You complimented him as you stepped closer. “I see him beating up on you all the time.”

“Are you stalking me?” He teased and you shoved his shoulder.

“Says the boy who tells his aunt about my mini skirts.” You shot back before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Touché.” He squinted at you. “You know, you could’ve just told him to back off. Now you’re stuck pretending to be my girlfriend.”

“Would you stop?” You pouted as you sat back down on his bed. “I don’t feel stuck. I think this is gonna be fun.”

“Not that I’m not enjoying looking at legos with you, but wouldn’t you rather be spending your time with your actual friends? Not your fake boyfriend?” He asked as he took a seat beside you. You took a rubix cube off his nightstand and toyed with it, solving it almost immediately.

“Wanna know a secret?” You asked him as you handed him the solved rubix cube.

“Tell me.” He urged.

“I hate those people.” You laughed sadly. “All of them. Everyone who cares more about what brand you’re wearing than how your day was. I don’t think I’ve ever had an intelligent conversation with any of my “friends”.”

“Then why do you hang out with them? And how was your day?” He added to make you laugh.

“It’s a lot better now.” You said as you drew your knees up to your chin. You had shed your boots at some point and Peter could see your mismatched socks. “And I hang out with them because they count on me to. I don’t know when I became the cult leader around here but now they don’t leave me alone. It’s like, you have to be at this party and you have to wear a dress by this brand unless you got it from this store because that’s cheap. And you must wear your hair this way and drink this alcohol and know this song. It’s exhausting. That glue smells like flint stones vitamins, by the way. It’s all over my hands.”

“I didn’t realize being popular was so trifling.” Peter replied as he reached for a bottle of web dissolver (disguised as hand sanitizer) on his desk and offered it to you. You held out your hands and he squirt some in.

“I know how it sounds.” You said lowly. “I know that people would kill to have my status. But no one in my circle is happy. They’re running on 10 shots of expresso and fake smiles.”

Peter took what you said into consideration as he watched the solemn expression on your face.

“Are you unhappy?” He realized. You had said no one in your circle was happy, and he worried that included you.

“Sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.” You admitted and his heart sank. “I know it looks like I have a lot of friends, but I don’t have a single one. Not one who cares about me or checks on how I’m doing, anyway. I would give up my dozens of fake friends for one real one.”

You kept your eyes down as you spoke to hide your emotions, but Peter couldn’t ignore it. He tried to redeem himself from earlier by putting his hand over yours.

“I care about you.” He promised. “And I may be your fake boyfriend, but I’m your real friend…friend.”

You gave Peter a half smile and flipped your hand so you were holding his instead of just under it.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve done something after school that I actually enjoyed.” You told him.

“We could hang out more, if you want.” He suggested, not thinking you’d actually say yes.

“Yeah, totally.” You agreed, much to his surprise. Your smile seemed different to him, more genuine.

“To convince Flash, I mean.” He added quickly. Your face faltered a little and you took your hand away from his.

“Right.” You gave him a tight smile. “Flash.”

“I need to talk to you.” Peter whispered harshly the next morning when he found Ned at his locker.

“Is this about you walking home with Y/n? Everyone’s talking about it. People are saying you took her to an alley and killed her.” Ned recanted the rumors he heard with excitement.

“What? I didn’t kill her.” Peter defended. “She wanted to come over to see my legos.”

“Oh wow. And I had Tia and Tamera over to bake me a loaf of bread.” Ned said seriously.

“I’m being serious, Ned.” Peter sighed. “Flash was making fun of me and she just-“

“Peter!”

As soon as Peter turned around, you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. He quickly wrapped an arm around you to keep you from falling as you hugged him tightly. When you let go, he could see you were wearing his hoodie over a jean skirt. It reminded of of his sleepless night as he couldn’t get over the fact that his bedsheets now smelled like you. He tossed and turned all night with a smile on his face, too giddy to go to sleep. He didn’t even care when he heard the birds chirping, signaling that he had never fallen asleep. Nothing could break his smile.

“Good morning, baby.” You cooed as you kept your arms around his neck.

“Baby?” Ned sputtered. “Big confused.”

“Haven’t you heard? Peter and I are dating.” You smiled brightly as you linked your arm through Peters. A huge grin broke out on his face at your display of affection as Ned’s eyes bulged out of his head.

“Fake dating.” He said to calm his friend down.

“Semantics.” You replied quickly. “If anyone asks, we’re together.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Peter explained when Ned still looked shocked.

“Look! I’m wearing your hoodie.” You pulled the hoodie forward so Peter could see.

“And I have your small headband.” Peter held up his wrist to show you where the scrunchie was.

“It’s called a scrunchie.” You giggled. You took his hand and held it to your chest. “We look so convincing. Ned, don’t we look like a couple?”

“I’m having network connectivity problems.” Ned mumbled as he struggled to understand what was going on.

“Wait. I forgot I have to talk to the student council about the dance decorations.” You remembered. “See you at lunch?”

“Have a good day, s-sweetheart.” He stuttered out a new nickname he had always wanted to call you.

“Sweetheart? I like it.” You twirled yourself under his arm before walking away. “Shaking things up.”

Peter and Ned watched you walk away, Ned with his jaw slacked and Peter with his eyes soft.

“Dude.” Ned breathed.

“I know.”

“You have a fake girlfriend.” Ned said in disbelief. “And it’s Y/n.”

“I know.”

“You’ve been in love with her for years.” He whispered.

“I know.”

“She is way out of your league.” He looked at his friend.

“I know!” Peter exclaimed. “Do you think people are gonna buy it?”

“I don’t know.” Ned answered honestly. “Why did she agree to this? You didn’t try to kill her in an alley did you?”

“No, Ned. This was all her idea. She asked for my hoodie and gave me this little skirt for your hair.” Peter held up with wrist with the scrunchie again.

“It’s called a munchie, Peter.” Ned rolled his eyes.

“Well she gave me hers so people would know she’s my girlfriend. Or fake girlfriend. I don’t really know the details.” He sighed but broke into another smile. “She came over yesterday and God, she’s so much better than we thought. She’s funny and a good listener and everytime I thought I did something lame, she liked it. She liked me! This might be the greatest thing that ever happened to me, Ned.”

“But is this really what you want? You’ve liked her since the first day of school when her dad almost hit you with her car and she started crying.” Ned reminded him. “Do you really want your first relationship with a girl, especially this girl, to be fake?”

“MJ was right, Ned. A girl like that will never be interested in someone like me. This is the only chance I’m gonna have with her. And yeah, it’s a fake relationship. But it’s a real friendship. I’ll take what I can get if it means I can be close to her.” Peter decided.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Peter. If this ends badly, it’ll crush you.” Ned said sincerely.

“I know what this. I know she’ll never actually like me. As long as I keep reminding myself that, I’ll be fine.” Peter insisted.

“Okay.” Ned patted his back. “If you say so.”

“Don’t-“

“Didn’t even notice. No punches there to roll with.” Ned began to sing as he walked down the hall. Peter kept his distance as he followed him to class, already thinking about the next time he’d get to see you.

Peter waited a lifetime for the lunch bell to ring. The best parts of his day were when he got to see you. Those parts were the morning if he got to his locker on time, lunch, 7th period, and after school when you had Volunteer Club. They met right across the hall from the Decathlon team and of Peter angled his chair correctly, he could catch a glimpse of you.

He kept his head up as he headed to his table, always on the lookout for you. He spotted his hoodie a few seconds before you made eye contact.

“There you are, baby.” Your eyes lit up as you made your way over to him. “Come on. Let’s eat together.”

Peters heartbeat quickened as you lead him towards your usual lunch table. It was already full of popular kids, the very popular kids that Peter feared.

“Your friends won’t like me.” Peter protested to save himself from 40 minutes of torture.

“No one at that table likes each other, Peter.” You laughed but he sensed a sadness in your voice. “Let’s sit with your friends then.”

You pivoted away from the cool kids table, earning yourself a glare from every inhabitant. It struck fear in Peters heart, but it didn’t phase you. You linked your arm through his again and led him towards Ned and MJ’s table.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked nervously as he made eye contact with an angry quarterback.

“Yes. Come on.” You tugged him harder until you got to the table.

“Hey guys.” You greeted Ned and MJ as you sat down. Ned looked up in shock and the water he was drinking fell out of his mouth.

“Girl?” He asked Peter, reverting to his inability to speak around you.

“Yes, girl.” You chuckled. “Come sit with us, Michelle.”

“Fine, but only because this cannot end well.” MJ picked you her stuff and slid next to you. You handed her her daily granola bar and she took it with a sly smirk.

“Flash is coming.” Ned whispered and you quickly took Peters hand. You leaned your head on your other hand and stared at him with a dreamy smile as Flash walked by. He shot you guys a look and pretended to gag before walking away.

“He totally bought it.” You squealed as you watched him sit down. “We are so good together.”

Peter nodded stiffly, his full attention on the fact that you were still holding his hand.

“Are you in the science fair too, Ned?” You changed the subject but began to trace patterns on Peters palm. It took him a moment to realize you were drawing daisies.

“No. I’m not.” Ned replied and everyone perked up.

“He just said a full sentence.” MJ realized.

“Yay!” You released Peters hand to clap softly. His hand felt cold without yours holding it and he felt disappointment sink in. He thought he’d be okay as long as he reminded himself that the relationship was fake, but he wasn’t. He wanted to hold your hand all the time, not just when Flash was around.

“Why not?” You asked as you opened up your lunch bag.

“I usually just hang out by the snack table until Peter wins. Then we go to Delmars and order a sandwich with every single ingredient on it.” He explained. “It wasn’t that bad until they added tuna to the menu. Tuna really doesn’t go with peanut butter and hot sauce.”

“Haha, he’s kidding.” Peter lies and shot Ned a look. “We don’t do that. That would be absurd.”

“I have this really strong feeling that you do do that-“

“Do do.” Ned chuckled.

“-and it sounds fun. Is it cool if I tag along this year?” You asked Peter, slipping your hand back into his. Peter looked at your intertwined hands before looking to Ned for approval.

“Girl welcome.” He nodded until he realized he was doing it again. “Damn it.”

“Of course you can come.” Peter made the decision when Ned was no help. “But I have to win first.”

“I’ve seen your picture in the display case the last three years. Come on, you had the robotics arm, the homemade spinneret, and the thing with the flies.” You surprised Peter by listing his lady entries. “This solar powered LEGO lamp is gonna blow the judges away. You’re gonna win. My boyfriend is the smartest guy in school.” You gloated as you moved some hair off Peters forehead.

“You know your don’t have to call him your boyfriend around us, right? We’re not the ones you’re trying to fool.” MJ cut in. Peters has tightened at MJ’s interruption.

“I know.” You said timidly and took your hand away from Peter again. He huffed out an angry breath but kept his mouth shut. If you could take his hand, he could take yours.

“She can do what she wants.” Peter said decidedly and laced his fingers through yours. You smiled proudly at him and squeezed his hand.

“Thank you, baby.” You said, happy he was taking initiative. “What are you doing after school today?”

“You’re in luck, Y/n. You chose the best possible boy to fake date. His schedule has been open for the last 18 years.” MJ jeered.

“Haha. Don’t you have a chicken to ritualistically sacrifice or something?” Peter shot back.

“Ooo. Witch joke. Original.” She whispered and twiddled her fingers like she was casting a spell.

“I’m not busy, daisy.” He ignored MJ and kept his eyes on you. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ve been so busy planning the dance that I never got a dress.” You told him. “Would you come with me to pick one out?”

“Do I want to spend my afternoon watching you try on dresses?” He repeated your question back to you and you realized how boring it sounded.

“You don’t have to-“ You began.

“Hell yeah I do.” He cut you off and you smiled. “Where do you want to meet?”

“If you walk me home after school we can go from there.” You suggested. Peters mouth dried out at the thought of going to your house but he forced himself to nod.

“Okay.” He squealed.

“Shoot, I almost forgot. I have to meet with Mrs. Carlisle about the DJ.” You packed up your lunch and cupped Peters chin. “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll be at your locker.” He nodded as your thumb slid off his chin.

“Good boy.” You smirked. “Bye Ned. Bye Michelle.”

Ned waited until you were out of sight until he freaked out.

“Dude! She invited you to her house! She totally wants to jump your bones.” He whispered loudly.

“Why would she jump on my bones? Like my skeleton?” Peter asked innocently. “You think she want to kill me?”

“How is the hottest girl in school interested in you?” MJ shook her head. “Especially when you ask questions like that.”

“Shes not into me. We’re fake dating.” Peter reminded them.

“And who’s idea was it to do that?” MJ cocked her head. “Because she called me yesterday to tell me all about your little plan.”

“Yesterday you were saying I’d never have a chance, and today you’re insisting that she’s into me?” Peter asked in confusion. “Wait, she called you? About me?”

“I hadn’t seen you interact before yesterday. She was doing girlfriend shit when no one was watching. Not even you! Check your notebook.” MJ grumbled and angrily took a bite out of her granola bar. Peter curiously opened his notebook and found a pink slip of paper inside. He opened it up and read it out loud.

“This is my favorite color on you. Have some sweet tarts, for my sweetheart. See you after school.” He read the note and held up a fun sized packet of Sweet Tarts.

“She put that in there when you were too busy staring at the jocks.” MJ told them. “Now tell me, why would she sneak candy into your notebook entirely out of Flash’s view? Who does that convince?”

“I love sweet tarts.” Peter muttered as he stared at the note. Even your handwriting was pretty.

“Everyone knows that. Remember when you had to go to the nurse freshman year on Valentine’s Day because you ate 18 packets?” Ned brought up.

“I don’t remember that.” Peter mumbled, trying to think of what Ned was talking about.

“Because you were sent home for going into a sugar coma.” MJ snorted.

“Wow.” Peter raised his eyebrows. “I never knew that.”

“Well she did. And now she’s sneaking you candy.” MJ said and laughed in disbelief.

“What’s so funny?” Peter laughed defensively.

“I think Y/n actually likes you. And I think that hilariously paradoxical.” She laughed again.

“What? No.” Peter didn’t allow himself to have hope, even for a minute. “She doesn’t like me. She’s just faking.”

“You’re going to her house today right?” MJ raised a single eyebrow. “See how she behaves. If you acts like your girlfriend when no one is around, you’ll know she isn’t faking.”

“Okay.” Peter decided, figuring he had nothing to lose. “Okay. I’ll do that.”

Peter stationed himself at your locker directly after school. He kept MJ’s advice at the front of his mind as he waited for you to arrive. All he had to do was observe you. He did that all the time anyway. Only this time, it counted. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and let out a breath.

“Baby.” He heard your sweet voice from behind him. He turned around and saw your equally sweet smile.

“Ready?” He asked as he took the books from your hands. You gave him a puzzled look and he explained. “I’m carrying your books for you. My uncle told me to do this when I got a girlfriend. I figured he’d still appreciate it, even if our relationship is fake.”

“He sounds like a smart man.” You said kindly and Peter nodded.

“He was. I’ll tell you more about him on the walk.” He offered and you smiled like you liked the idea. “Lead the way.”

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loki-darkprince-odinson · 3 years

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King Loki, I apologize for the rant but I would like some advice.

My father always makes me feel like complete garbage. He is always putting me down, never appreciates me, and makes my depression so much worse. I'm fixing up a house to move in with my friends but I'm still stuck at the house since my parents won't help me get my license or a car, much less a job. I cook, do dishes, take care of the pets, take out the trash, get the mail, do my laundry, wash towels, and help with their laundry. I also take care of my sick mother and while I'm currently on summer break, I'm going to college to become a clinical psychologist. Even then, my father will point out other things that I don't do, and expects me to clean the entire house every day. He always talks about how he needs to do everything around the house yet all he does is sleep, play video games, and watch television. He also says he works hard yet on many occasions he says he sits on his ass all day on his tablet. He also yells so much. I get scared every day when he starts yelling because I worry he may leave us, which he has threatened before, or he may actually hit us. He never has hit either my mother or I yet, and says he never would but he slams and throws things when angry at us so it's his way of showing us how much he wants to hit us, even if he doesn't realize it. However, not only do I have many responsibilities, My depression makes it difficult for me to do much, and he makes it worse. Even when I do try to clean the house he always makes comments such as: "About time." or "How long until it gets cleaned next time?" or "This was half assed, you didn't do it right." I have tried so hard to have a connection with him but I'm so tired of fighting for a relationship that he doesn't care about. I can't address my concerns with him because he will threaten to not take me to college and pay the bills. Do you have any advice to help me deal with my father until I can escape?

Best regards, Catrina.

“Catrina,” Loki drawls, in his smooth resonate voice. “I firstly must commend your good work. For caring for your ill mother, minding the household needs, and that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest; that you keep on living even if you do not know how to anymore. Secondly, you have my deepest sympathies for your grievances. I am all too familiar with what it is like to seek the approval of a parent; only for there to be none in return.” His eyes were completely unfocused, yet his pallid features bore the most intense concentration as memories flowed unbidden.

He says nothing for a moment. Then, something in the edge of his mouth—and the corner of his eyes—resembled the ghost of a sad smile.

“Those whom I knew and called my mother and father are dead. That much is beyond dispute. They were not my real parents, but they raised me as their own. I daresay they loved me. That had been in dispute, at least in my own mind for awhile. I found out very late that my identity was a lie. Not Asgardian, not a son of Odin, I was completely unmade. That was how I felt when I learned of my true parentage. I was a fraud, a monster; it explained so much. It explained why I never felt like I fit in, why I would never be my brother's equal, why I would never get what I'd been promised my whole life.” His voice was soft, hoarse. Intent.

Loki raises his left hand and rests his forefinger against his lips as a line forms between his own eyebrows in thought.

“I have lingered around Midgard long enough to come to an understanding of how your minds tick. I shall do my best to give advice where I can.

Try, if you will, to put things into perspective. The most loving parents commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force one to destroy the person they really are: a subtle kind of murder. Even the most loving parents damage their children with the best intentions—to protect them, to guide them, to better them. In most cases, it would appear they do it by imprinting their own fears and prejudices on them.

The point is, parents are mere, imperfect people.

They have flaws, struggles and impaired judgement. They have both emotional and intellectual handicaps. Regardless of their parental role, they are afflicted by personal blockages and limitations.

But most of all, they are people who make mistakes, and who are terrified of being judged by their children.

Learn to see your difficult parent as just that; human. Learn to see their emotional immaturity as a type of disability.

With that in mind, you would do well to keep your expectations of them low.

In many ways the effect a difficult parent has on ones self is fueled by their feelings of injustice and the belief that things could be different, or ought to be different.

In other words, your expectations dictate how you feel.

You need to let go of your expectations and accept your parent for who they are.

You cannot expect someone with, say, a narcissistic personality, to act with empathy and kindness. No more than you can expect a scorpion not to sting.

Difficult parents are much easier to deal with when you accept that they will not change. So do not expect of them more than they are capable of, and you will not be disappointed or hurt.

Do not fall into the illusion of guilt, Catrina.” He warns. “A difficult parent loves nothing more than to make you feel like you’ve hurt them. Or, in a different scenario, like you’re a bad person if you do not do something they ask.

Do not fall for it. If they’re setting a guilt trap, calmly tell them that you do not appreciate being emotionally manipulated, and you will not tolerate it anymore.

Manipulators, and I should know, detest being called out on their dirty tricks.

If they continue to harass you, reiterate that you cannot do what they’re asking you to do this time, and you need them to respect that.

The trick is agreeing with everything they’re saying (how can they argue when you agree with them?) and re-stating your decision over and over again.

Now this part I find to be… far more easier said than done. You must let go of the need for your father's approval, Catrina. It goes without saying that every child needs and wants their parents’ approval. It is normal to want it, and it is normal to receive it.

Yet so many have to accept the fact that this is not going to happen. For whatever reason, their parent has chosen to withhold their approval. Some difficult parents do it as a form of punishment. While others hope to influence their child in the “right” direction.

Most likely, your father loves you, but they have a very warped idea of what parental love is.

In their misguided quest to make you into a version of themselves, they missed the chance to get to know you. And so they cannot appreciate you for the wonderful being that you are.”

He shrugs elegantly. “It is their loss. When you realize this and let go of the need for their approval, you will be able to start living your life in a whole new way.

When confronting your father, be direct and calm without expecting a specific response. That is the part you cannot control. The part that is within your control is letting your thoughts and feelings known, which is empowering.

Stick to the facts and use “I” statements such as, “I feel like my words do not matter to you when you constantly interrupt me” or “I feel scared and misunderstood when you yell at me”

Remember that manipulative parents are not known for their empathy. They will try to confuse you, go on the offensive, or assume the role of a victim.

Do not allow them to bully you into submission by invoking guilt or pity. State your case in a calm and polite manner, and stay cool regardless of their response.

Your goal is to be honest about your feelings, and to make it clear that you will not tolerate certain behaviors.” He softly clears his throat.

“Last but not least, an unhappy alternative is forgoing the relationship that is too harmful. I know, a parent is not someone you can so easily cut out of your life. But if all else fails and your father continues to cause you psychological harm, then this may very well need to be taken into considerable consideration; at least for the foreseeable future. Sometimes it is the only logical recourse.

A parent that is fundamentally incapable of showing love and support, unable to see the error of their ways after numerous attempts to communicate how their behavior or words affect you, consistently dismissive, demeaning or critical, manipulative in a habitual manner, punishing and cruel whenever you disobey, are disrespectful of your boundaries and using threats and intimidation to get what they want is a destructive force that will continue to tear you down until you put a stop to it.

It is not an easy feat, my dear. The parent-child bond is hardwired into the brain, which means children get attached to even the most awful of parents.

But consider the cost of having that toxic relationship in your life—stress breeds anxiety, depression, internalized feelings of inadequacy, and failed personal relationships.

I wish you all the best, Catrina. I truly do.”

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jae-writes-fanfiction · 4 years

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omgggg im stoked ur on the slasher train now!!! for ur spooky event could you do drabbles for them comforting a really kinda sad s/o??? ik this wasnt on the prompts list but 2020 has been v rough and i just wanna be held 😔

Pick Me Off The Ground

Notes: I ended up writing this for Pelle, The Candyman, Hannibal, Tiffany Valentine, Jennifer Check, and Susie Bannion. It’s been a long ass time since I got a drabbles request, I hope the formatting is okay.

Warnings: Refernces to being sad, I struggle with depression/anxiety so some of the terminology and descriptions I use can be trigger or relate to depression, also they’re all murderers. Enjoy Responisbly ❤️

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Pelle

Your shoulders slumped and you hid your face on the cot trying to muffle the chocked sobs racking through your body. This entire trip was a disaster. You’d woken up that morning with a positive outlook, sure the Hårga wasn’t what you expected. But their beliefs and rituals, although grim, were fascinating as far as anthropology and psychology go. Pelle had shown you around all day, even letting you see pages from their sacred text. But when you got back to the center of town you were confronted by the other angry tourists complaining your friends had taken the only transport and left.

You were embarrassed by their rude behavior, and absolutely heartbroken that they hadn’t cared to wait for you. Members of the Hårga had calmed the other tourists and promised to take them to the airport as soon as possible. You felt utterly alone, and displaced. You froze when you felt a hand on your shoulder, your mind scrambling for an apology to send whoever was there away.

“I’m sorry about our friends,” Pelle said quietly, his voice soothing and remorseful.

You sniffled and sat up, wiping your eyes. “I’ve felt for a while I wasn’t fitting it but I didn’t know...” you bit your lip but couldn’t keep your eyes from welling with tears again.

Pelle sat closer to you, and pulled you into his arms. He didn’t say anything, just let you cry and for the first time in a very long time, it felt like someone truly cared about you. You felt warm, and safe.

- - -

The Candyman (Daniel Robitaille)

Every bone in your body ached, you were exhausted body and soul. Life had gotten to be so draining, so stagnent and empty. Your career felt stale and the late hours impossibly fruitless. You had just enough energy to kick your shoes off and drop your things at the door before collapsing into bed.

At first you were restless, tossing and turning your body unable to relax. Desperately you turned to gaze and whisper at the mirror over your dresser. You knew he didn’t like be summoned without a more malevolent purpose, but you were always the exception. You couldn’t feel his weight on the bed, but you could feel his presence in the room instantly.

You smiled softly as you felt his arms around you. You turned in his arms wishing he could appear in something other than the cloak, although you appreciated the added warmth.

“Daniel,” you whispered pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, you could feel him faintly but the smile on his face was plain enough to lift your spirits slightly.

“Hush, my love. Rest.” His voice, like always, filled the room around you yet at the same time sounded miles away. For a moment you felt as if the burdens weighing you down were just phantoms. In another minute you were asleep, pleasant dreams and your lover beside you keeping you at peace.

- - -

Hannibal Lecter

The rain outside soaked into your jacket as you got home from work. Classical music was already playing as you shucked your jacket and boots off in the mud room. Keeping your head down you walked directly to your room and closed the door. Sometimes when you had a bad day, Hannibal overstepped the line between psycho-killer boyrfriend and professional psychologist. You knew him, and he knew you all your darkest secrets. Yet sometimes when your own mind turned on you for no reason, you didn’t want to come home to another therapist.

You peeled the wet clothes off your body and dug around for your favorite pair of flannel bottom, and that one shirt of his that always ended up in your laundry. The softness of the fabric, the warmth of the flannel, the hint of his aftershave- they were all impossibly small comforts in the wake of what you knew to be a wave large enough to drown in.

Felling a little better you emerged from the non-confrontational sanctuary of your bedroom. You wandered into the living room and curled yourself into the corner of the couch. You picked up a book and turned the pages but the words weren’t sticking. You looked up from the pages, as Hannibal walked into the room carrying a tray.

“It’s your favorite,” he said smiling softly setting the tray down on the end table next to you. The food smelled perfect, the dish was one from your childhood and the drink along with it was your absolute favorite year and type of wine. The pairing was one you had never thought to put together, another glaring example of Hannibal’s particular genius. He sat next to you on the sofa reading quietly. Although it couldn’t fix or change how you felt, it was helpful to know even now, someone cared about you.

- - -

Tiffany Valentine

You were curled up in a ball, the tears still fresh on your face when Tiff got home.

“I swear to god I’ll kill him!” She said looking over your saddened state. Mascara ran down your face, your hair was disheveled and your eyes looked so sad it broke Tiffany’s little black heart clean in two.

Your boss had become a problem. He acted too familiar in private, around other employees he made jokes about your appearance, about your performance, hell he even made fun of your picture of Tiffany once. Nothing was off limits because he was the boss.

“He kept jokin’ during the meeting about firing me,” you said between sniffles, “I’ve worked there for five years I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.”

She crossed the room quickly to pull you into a hug. “You didn’t do anything wrong hes just a dick,” she said firmly. You laughed, and couldn’t help smiling through the tears as she held you. The soft curves of her body were inviting and promised you nothing would ever hurt you again.

“Now let’s get you all cleaned up we’re going out!” Your protestes were silenced with a quick kiss. “There’s nothing better than a hot date, and a little retail therapy,” she said with a wink pulling you to your feet.

You nodded and let her lead you by the hand back out to the car. Anytime you had a bad day she pulled out all the stops until you were absolutely spoiled and tonight would be no different- except tomorrow morning at work you’d get another present. And Tiffany would add another man to her list of recently deceased assholes.

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Jennifer Check

It was past midnight when your girlfriend came home, covered in blood. It wasn’t an unusual sight but the dress she had been wearig was in tatters and you were certain some of the fluid was hers.

Panic quickly set in, and you ran to her side your hands flashing over her body trying to stop the bleeding. You pulled your shaking hands away, they were covered in dark blood. As She gasped and fainted you ran to catch her and smeared the dark substance over her skin.

As her surprisingly human looking body hit the ground, you woke up. The nightmare made your skin crawl, and you could feel tears streaming down your face. Jennifer, who wasn’t dead yet wasn’t exactly alive, laid next to you.

She lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you closer. “I’m right here,” she mumbled sleepily. You shuddered as she kissed the lines of tears on your face. The gesture made fresh tears threaten to spill over, but you bit your lip and instead snuggled closer into her chest. For now she was there, for now things would be okay. You felt her stroke and play with your hair as you drifted off to sleep.

- - -

Susie Bannion

You stormed through the dormitories, stopping only at your bed. You haphazardly grabbed shirts and linens stuffing them into the suitcase on top of your mattress. If the other girls didn’t think you were up to snuff, that was their problem. You didn’t have to stay.

Your bag was mostly packed when you started biting back tears. You’d worked your whole life for this chance, would you really give up now just because they wanted you too? You didn’t know that answer but you did know something inside you felt broken. Shakily, you sat down on th edge of your bed and held your head in your hands.

“Are you okay?” You quickly looked up and saw Susie standing there her head slightly cocked to the side as she observed your hastily packed case and distraught appearance.

You shrugged helplessly and tried to wipe the tears from your face.

“I don’t belong here,” you said. Your tone sounded like a challenge and Susie wasn’t one to back down. She dropped herself to sit next to you, and started stroking your hair as you began to cry openly.

“You’re the only one that belongs here,” she whispered wrapping an arm around you. You felt her kiss the top of your head, and it was like magic. As if she had chosen you to be her person, and in that moment the world changed and you were no longer an outsider.

#slasher x reader #freakyfics #midsommar #Candyman #nbc hannibal #bride of chucky #jennifer’s body #suspiria 2018 #pelle #the candyman #daniel robitaille #hannibal lecter #human tiffany valentine #Jennifer check #susie bannion

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skullrock · 4 years

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the campers, chapter one - Steve x Reader

chapter one: the enemies

series summary:Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You and Steve unfortunately reunite for the first time in five years.

warnings: swearing!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: alright fellas, I am back with another longfic! this one is a summer camp au. this chap is mainly exposition but it’ll flesh out in the next chapter. hope you are ready to go on this ride w me!

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Steve isn’t quite sure what he signed up for.

“Steve, you have to,” Dustin pleaded with him a month ago. “There aren’t enough counselors, and if there aren’t enough counselors, then there’s no camp.”

Steve rolled his eyes, bit his heart was sympathetic. “Why is that my problem?”

Dustin sighed, frustrated. “Because we’re best friends, and you’re supposed to help your friends when they need it.”

Steve rolled his eyes again as he contemplated the scenario. Steve had gone to camp when he was younger, but it was nothing like Camp Know Where. Steve’s parents had sent him off to a summer camp that some other Hawkins parents sent their kids to. Tommy H. had always gone, as well as some other boys Steve grew up with. He enjoyed his time there – it was always pleasant and fun. Just a boy doing boy things with his shitty friends. But Camp Know Where had a purpose. Steve didn’t know the first thing about science. Dustin said that could be used to his advantage - Steve wasn’t so sure.

“What’s in it for me?” Steve asked, unpeeling an orange as he leaned against the kitchen counter in his apartment.

“The camp is right on a lake,” Dustin began. “It’s a great spot for swimming and kayaking. You don’t know shit about science, so this is an opportunity to learn. And some of the camp counselors are babes.”

Steve snorted. “What are they, forty-five?”

“Uh, no? They’re your age?”

Steve’s brows shot up at the mention. “You’re saying there are babes I have a chance with there?”

“They’re apparently not your type, ya know, since you hate nerds.” Dustin shrugged his shoulders, but Steve was still very, very interested.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“And, anyway, you can lead the sports and adventures and hikes and stuff, if you don’t like science. And it’s a nice way to get away from Hawkins for a few months.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully. “Is it paid?”

“You get a stipend of two hundred a month.”

Steve nearly choked on his orange. “Two hundred dollars a month?!”

“And your food is paid for. So is your laundry and housing. It’s free.” Dustin grinned smugly at Steve, and Steve held his hand out.

“You got a deal,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

Steve went through a phone interview and Dustin wrote him a glowing recommendation. And here he is, a month later, driving towards Michigan with Dustin in the passenger seat and multiple suitcases in the back. Steve was required to come two weeks early to learn the ropes, while Dustin was allowed to come early because he was a designated Camp Leader, along with Suzie and some others.

“They call us the ‘Know Everythings’,” Dustin beams.

“Sounds like they’re trying to call you smartasses,” Steve responds, staring absentmindedly out the windshield. Dustin’s smile drops and Steve’s widens. “Don’t worry, Dusty-bun, your girlfriend likes it.”

Dustin slams himself back against the seat, looking out the window. “Should’ve never invited you.”

“Too late.”

Steve was excited beyond the nerves. He had needed some type of self-intervention and introspection after the last three years. He needed a way to mend the emotional scars that the Upside Down and Nancy had left. Dustin had said there were a lot of authors and poets who wrote about the healing power of nature. Steve’s not sure it’s legit, but it’s more hope than he’s had in a while. Robin had also insisted it would be good for Steve to get away from town and try to find himself. So Steve is going into it with an open mind, trying to fight his negative side with suffocating positivity.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you’d signed up for.

You had gone to camp when you were younger, too. Except you hated that camp with a passion. Each summer, you’d cry to your parents as June rolled around. You didn’t want to go back to that stupid, hot, ridiculous camp, where a certain group of boys made your life hell. But your parents insisted it was good for you, and they sent you until you were too old to go. In a way, they were right; the camp had taught you to stand up for yourself. It gave you the confidence and self-love a lot of people didn’t have. But you certainly wished you’d found all of that in a healthier way - not because boys would steal your clothes when you were swimming at night, leaving you to walk to your cabin naked.

So, you signed up to help out at Camp Know Where two years ago because you loved science and the outdoors, and you wanted to facilitate a healthy self-love journey for the campers. You wanted to help teach them how to be themselves, to love themselves, to stick up for themselves. And, truth be told, nerds need that kind of reassurance. You’re a nerd – you’d know.

You came to camp two weeks early to help train the new counselors. You didn’t get the list of names, but if you had, you would have run away as soon as your eyes landed on Steve Harrington.

It was, by all accounts, a beautiful June day. Not too hot, not too cool. The breeze rustled the leaves and the waves of the lake lapped the shoreline. Not a cloud in the bright blue expanse above the camp, which was buzzing with Camp Leaders and trainees. You stood at the entrance, helping direct people to the registration table. You were excited to see some of your favorites again – especially Suzie and Dustin. They’d been campers you bonded with last year, and you were ready to see them again.

Suzie came by first, adorably excited to see Dustin when he arrived. “He said he’s bringing a friend to help be a counselor, do you know them?”

“Oh, I have no clue,” you remark. “Do you know their name?”

“Steve, something? They’re pretty close.”

The name Steve had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, so you visibly cringe. Suzie’s brows furrow but you assure her you’re fine. It can’t be that Steve. There’s no way the Steve you knew at Camp Golden Rays was about to come here, to a nerd-infested camp, to help out with kids. No way.

You continue to greet campers and new counselors as they come. During a lull, you lean against the picket fence that lined the entrance, looking out at the parking lot. You see a nice BMW come into view – it’s not one you’d seen before. Must be someone new, you think, pushing yourself up off the fence to greet them.

The first person you notice is Dustin, easily recognizable despite the hat covering his curly hair. He’s taller than the last time you’d seen him – kids grow up so fast. You smile brightly, happy for him to finally arrive, but your smile plummets comically as you see the next person step out.

It’d been 5 years since you’d seen Steve Harrington, and his hair had grown out and his body had toned, but it was unquestionably him. Steve, that stupid, smug bastard. That idiotic jerk who used to smack your lunch tray and trip you. That moron who all the girls swooned over and excused countless times for shitty behavior.

Here he is, at Camp Know Where – a place you never thought you’d ever see him.

Of course, Steve doesn’t know who you are, at first. His concussions had clouded his memory, only remembering bits and pieces. It takes work for him to remember who people are, or what things happened. Most of his memories of Camp Golden Rays are intact, but he had severely repressed his shitty tween behavior. As he approaches, all he really thinks about is that Dustin was right, there were babes here.

“Y/N!” Dustin calls out, running awkwardly with his trunk to come hug you. You hug him, but your eyes stay on Steve, who beams at you as if he didn’t ruin your whole life.

“Look who it is.” Your voice is cold and monotonous.

Steve stops dead in his tracks, confusion twisting on his face. What now? he thinks. This isn’t the first time he’s forgotten who someone was. But then it hits him, and the realization nearly sweeps him off his feet. Regret, remorse, guilt, and anger rip through him as he remembers you. You, who he used to shove. You, who he used to laugh at. There’s still a part of him that feels that hatred for you, deep down, and he tries to shove it away.

“Jesus Christ,” he says under his breath, before loudly saying, “Hi, Y/N.”

Dustin’s brows knit together, and he looks between you two. He can assume that you both have a history. Steve probably stood you up or something. Slowly, he asks, “You two…?”

“Nice car,” you quip. “Daddy buy that for you?”

“Nice to see you, too,” Steve responds, dragging his feet towards you. There’s a lot of things he wants to say – that he’s sorry, that you look really good now, that he’s changed. But it all rests at the base of his throat. His mouth opens and closes a few times.

“Can someone please explain?” Dustin says.

“You’re friends with this asshat?” You ask Dustin, gesturing to Steve. “Like, actual friends with him?”

“Guilty,” Dustin says sheepishly. He’ll fill you in on Steve’s growth later. “Let’s go find Suzie, Steve.”

And despite your apprehension towards each other, you and Steve share the same thought – This is going to be a long summer.

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bioodorange · 4 years

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|| CreepyPastas In Love ||

I can guarantee these are NOT what you think!! Also TRIGGER WARNING!! Sexual and Violent themes ahead

Let me know if I should make any of these into stories! Or make another part for other characters!

Jeff The Killer

Jeff can barely manage himself and his mental state, let alone someone else.

His mindset is stuck somewhere in between "fourteen year old boy" and "psychotic time bomb"

Whoever he fell for is one unlucky son of a bitch

They're most likely a police officer or another non human being

Someone involved in his killings but not completely in harm's way

Perhaps their working the case of his latest murder or maybe someone he ran into

Whatever it is he's infatuated

Jeff would most likely be interested in someone confident, smart and stable

Those struggling financially or emotionally are off the table

It'd probably start off with watching, this man isn't known for his patience but people can change when they're curious

He'd probably get a feel for what you were like, how you treated others

Those who are brash or shove people around will be disregarded, who likes a bully?

But he wouldn't like someone soft spoken and bashful either

Someone courageous, with just enough passion to keep his interest

Watching would become stalking, following you to work and maybe even walking around your house. He just wants to learn

He gets comfortable, maybe it's one to many missing things from your fridge or the smell of blood on your couch

You know something is wrong

Being more cautious, you step lighter in the halls, close your blinds when you change

But it's okay

He can see you from the closet

This would continue on his infatuation and attachment growing

He doesn't understand the feelings, he just knows you belong to him

Things start to go missing, clothes from the laundry or books from your shelves

Maybe the cat you fed each morning turns up on dead on your porch

People from work stop showing up

Your friends don't wanna speak to you anymore

Until one day their gone

You lost your job- the company shut down

People were to scared to work there

And then the police show up at your door

It can't be a coincidence that you're the only one left, the only link connecting the mutilated bodies and missing posters that decorate the streets

Whoever is doing this is dangerous

And he's ready to take you

It wasn't the breaking glass or the pressure on your sides that woke you up

It was the warm breath on your face

Opening your eyes a pale man with ratty, dark hair is staring down at you

The smile carved into his face isn't half as creepy as his real grin

He can finally have you

He read your favorite books and talked to all of your friends

He knew your sizes, passwords and all of your favorite things

And now you were going to leave him

Everyone he'd known had left him

His parents, his brother his friends

You weren't going to leave him to

In an instant, he acted

A sharp pained flooded your chest and you could feel your skin scream

Raspy words and choked breathe filled the room

Blood poured from your mouth and your body twitched with the last bit of energy it had left

You were finally his

The dark haired man pulled the blade from his lovers chest and dropped it onto the bedroom floor

Wrapping his arms around the lifeless corpse he was finally happy

Sheets turned from red to white as your body lost color

The man slept there, body secure in his arms all night

The morning after he rolled out of bed, and crept out the window

There was no one to find your body, no one to take you away to

You were his

He'd made sure of it

Ticci Toby

Teenagers are some of the most difficult people out there

Hormones, rebellion and shit decisions all rolled into

Sprinkle some trauma in there and you've got one unlucky child

One of these unlucky people would be Toby Rogers

Toby is naive and lacks a lot in basic memories of human interaction and grew up with little social interaction

Not to mention he's quite young for a proxy and was never put through harsh training

Though his skills are sharp, his self control is not

Despite being a serial killer Toby is still a touch starved teenage boy

So, it's not uncommon that he follows a pretty girl home or maybe lingers a bit to watch someone change

This mans an emotional wreck and all that's channeled into his physical behavior

So, when someone special really sticks out to him, they're in for a ride

This poor soul is most likely someone he spotted during a solo mission, perhaps a friend of whoever he had to kill that night

So, just like every other time he'd find your home the next day

Something about the view from your back yard was just so, infatuating to him

Maybe it was because you're puffy eyes and tearstained cheeks gave him a sense of power,

Or that your clothes were a bit to small and at just the right angle to get him thinking

Whatever it was, it filled his head with unsavory ideas

Let's just say the term "mate like rabbits" heavily applies to the next few nights for Toby

Now this man is not patient nor is he sure how to handle it

So how does he do it? Head on!

This man doesn't care about your interests or your family he just knows your perfect

Even though you lost a dear friend you still take care of others and keep your life together

There's a natural softness about you that makes anger just melt away

His favourite times are when you sit in bed half naked laughing as you talk on the phone

Your face is so expressive..

And you're so open with your emotions

It's perfect

One afternoon he comes over, barely thinking before smashing a window and going inside

Well, he should have checked the drive way

There's no one home

A bit disappointed the man uses this chance to walk around, check things out

He soon realizes he won't be able to take you with him and forms a plan

It's early evening when you come home, the day was great and just what you needed

Until you see the shattered window

Thankfully you don't scream, Toby's fast enough to clasp a gloved hand over your mouth and drag you upstairs

The man is slim but he easily lifts you off the ground and your hits don't seem to be doing a thing to him

Tirelessly trying to escape, you don't notice you're in your own room until you feel the familiar material of your blanket

Everything seems unreal as you look around the room, trying to avoid the twitching man on top of you

Your room is clean yet it's obvious things are disheveled, he didn't have much care for your stuff

He just wanted you

Toby doesn't say much he just behind moving, grinding his hips against yours roughly a choked moan comes from your lips

Tears prick your eyes and sobs escape your mouth

Pleas of help fall on deaf ears as clothing is pulled away, piece by piece

Any sense of pleasure is forgotten about, drowned out by your feeling of utter repultian

After it all the man ties you up, half naked and screaming the best you can with a sore throat

If you can't come with him you'll wait for him

You do belong together after all

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Wanky” (NC17)

Summary: An unfortunate find in a secret drawer leads poor Tracy to believe that she's getting a dog for Christmas, and leaves Kurt stuck between a rock and a hard place: does he stick to his guns, or does he traumatize his sweet, innocent daughter for life? (1918 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'learn'.

Read on AO3.

“Hey, guys!" Kurt sings from the front door, brushing snow off the shoulders of his coat before he crosses the threshold. "We’re back!”

"Sorry we took so long," Blaine says, "but we had a heck of a time finding ..."

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Tracy squeals, leaping into Blaine’s arms the second he comes to a stop in their living room. "Both of you! Thank you so much!"

“Thank us?” He wraps his daughter in a bear hug, confused as all get out but in no way stupid enough to turn down a hug. “Thank us for what? Kurt?”

Kurt shrugs, making a don’t know noise as he sheds his coat and hangs it, returning quickly for a turn in the hug rotation. "Brittany? Santana?" He looks expectantly at the ladies who have been watching their daughter all afternoon. "Do you know what's going on?"

Brittany, hands behind her back, shifts her weight anxiously from foot to foot, while Santana, arms crossed over her chest, looks nearly gleeful. It’s Santana's glee more than Brittany’s anxiety that makes Kurt’s back start to sweat.

“It seems Tracy here was poking around in your naughty bits and found herself a little treat.”

Kurt and Blaine shoot her confused looks, though Kurt’s leans more towards annoyed.

“Can you be any less vague?” Kurt asks.

Santana grins. “No.”

Brittany carefully enters the conversation. “Tracy may have accidentally figured out what you guys are getting her for Christmas.”

"And what are we getting her for Christmas?" Blaine asks.

Brittany swallows hard. "A ... a dog."

Tracy dislodges herself from Blaine's torso and latches on to Kurt’s.

"What?" Kurt says, dumbfounded.

“Didn’t we specifically say no to a dog?” Blaine whispers.

Kurt hugs his daughter tight, stealthily covering her ears with his hand. “We did."

"So how did she come to that conclusion?”

“She found this.” A guilty smile flickers across Brittany’s lips as she brings a hand out from behind her back and shows Kurt something that makes his face turn paper white. He doesn't have to look at his husband to know that Blaine is wearing the same dropped-jaw, mushroom pale expression of horror that he is.

Brittany is handing him a black leather collar with a row of rhinestones across the front.

When Kurt comes to his senses, he reaches for the collar, eager to tuck it out of sight.

Mortifyingly, Tracy intercepts it.

She eyes it reverently. But then she sighs, her expression slipping from overjoyed smile to apologetic frown.

“I’m sorry I snooped in your special drawer.”

“Didn’t we make it perfectly clear that drawer is off-limits?” Blaine asks, crouching to talk to her.

“You did.” Tracy hugs the collar to her chest, afraid the dog she has wanted for so long might be slipping away from her.

“Then why did you look in there?”

“It seems a little birdie told her it’s only off-limits because that's where you hide her presents,” Santana explains, maneuvering her shrinking wife behind the protection of her body. “Poor, impatient Tracy couldn’t resist.”

Kurt glares over Santana’s shoulder at Brittany, who completely disappears behind her wife.

Blaine stands, ruffles his daughter’s hair, then takes his husband by the elbow and gives him a tug in the direction of the kitchen. “Excuse us, Peanut. I need to talk to your Papa alone for a minute.”

“Ok, Daddy.” Tracy releases Kurt and walks glumly towards Santana, sighing significantly as she slips into her arms, still hugging that collar to her chest.

That’s the scene that kills Kurt.

Tracy hugging that collar.

The collar he wears on his and Blaine’s "special" nights out.

The kind where they pretend they don’t know one another, and they flirt in a bar like strangers. Blaine picks him up with a proposition, money exchanges hands, and they spend all night in a room at a no-tell motel with Blaine riding him, pulling his hair hard, calling him his "good little bitch".

Yup. His nine-year-old daughter is hugging that collar.

“Oh my God!” Blaine says the second they're behind closed doors, a hint of amusement in his tone that gives Kurt an urge to flick him on the forehead. “What do we do? What do we do?”

“I hope we’re agreed that she doesn’t deserve a thing if she’s invading our privacy!”

“Yeah … well … hmmm …” Blaine waffles.

Kurt’s eyes go wide. “Blaine!”

“To be honest, Kurt, I don’t know what you have against the family having a dog. Tracy has wanted one forever. It would be a good companion for her. Besides …” He looks down at his hands, twiddles his thumbs “… I … kinda … want one.”

“That’s great!” Kurt snaps, frustrated since he thought they were a unified front on this issue. “But tell me this - who’s going to take care of it? Huh? Who's going to feed it and walk it and clean up after it when it vomits on the floor at three in the morning? I’ll tell you exactly who’s going to do all of that! I will!”

“We can teach her to be responsible! She’s at that age!”

“This isn’t the way things like this are supposed to work! If she wants a dog, she needs to earn it! Not commit a misdemeanor! That proves she’s not mature enough! And if we give in, we'll be perpetuating that behavior!”

“Technically, it’s not her fault. You heard what Santana said.”

“Yeah, well, that only proves someone else is culpable. It doesn’t change the fact that Tracy broke the rules. In fact, if she thought her Christmas presents were in that drawer, that makes things worse!”

“This one indiscretion aside, she deserves a dog! She’s a straight-A student. She keeps her room clean without being told. She helps out with dinner, the laundry, the dusting. And let’s face it, between your trophies, my trophies, and all the other knick-knacks in this house, she deserves a dog for that alone!”

“I am not going to make this decision on the spur of the moment! We need to talk about boundaries, hash out rules!”

“Fair enough."

“Which we will do after the holidays!”

“And what do we do until then?” Blaine asks, his eyes brimming with the same disappointment Tracy’s had. He'd started getting excited when he thought Kurt might cave. Now Kurt's pulling a "we'll see". “She already found the collar. How are you going to explain owning that if we aren’t getting her a dog for Christmas? Which is in about a week, by the way.”

“We’ll be honest with her,” Kurt decides. “We’ll explain, in age-appropriate terms, why we have that collar.”

Blaine jerks back, the fringes of a chuckle tickling his throat. “So … she’s mature enough to know about your collar kink, but not old enough to own a dog?”

“I’ll … cross that bridge when I get to it, all right?” Kurt mumbles, his face turning bright red. "But for now, that's my final decision! End of discussion! Take it or leave it!"

Kurt turns on his heel and heads for the living room. He will not be manipulated into giving in, even if this whole thing did start with a misunderstanding.

He opens the door and spots Tracy rocking in Blaine’s recliner, looking at pictures on Brittany’s phone, while Brittany and Santana sit beside her, making encouraging comments.

Tracy, still hugging that Godforsaken collar, looks like she’s been crying.

Brittany looks positively devastated, as if she didn’t just ruin Tracy’s chance for happiness, but helped her get the dog of her dreams, then ran it over with her car.

Santana leads the conversation, which Kurt assumes is about clothes - one of Tracy’s favorite things to window shop. But as Kurt walks closer, he catches a peek at the screen, and his heart deflates. During his and Blaine’s conversation, Tracy had started a Pinterest board titled ‘My Favorite Dogs in the World’. Brittany and Santana are helping her add to it – teacup poodles, Pomeranians, Chihuahuas, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel ...

'That one's cute,' Kurt thinks when he spots the silky thing. 'That fur would be fun to style. We could do it together! A bright pink bow, maybe a sparkly barrette ...'

The sparkly barrette brings his mind back to his collar, and he gives himself a hard, mental shake.

'No. Don't waver. Stay the course.'

He approaches his daughter slowly, preparing himself for the worst conversation of his life so far.

Kurt swallows hard. “Tracy?”

Tracy looks up at him with watery eyes. “Yes, Papa?”

Her bottom lip wobbles.

Ugh! This is going to be impossible!

“There’s something I need to explain to you … about that collar.”

“Yes?”

Kurt crouches down in front of Tracy, meeting her eye to eye. “You see, sometimes when you buy a collar, it’s for a dog.”

“A-ha …” Tracy says, hopeful ... and mildly confused.

“And sometimes, two people … two grown adults who don’t own a dog ... might buy a collar to …”

Brittany and Santana both gasp when they realize what he’s doing.

Brittany stares like a deer in headlights.

Santana, on the verge of a laughing fit, gets up and leaves the room.

“Yes, Papa?”

“Well, they might buy a collar because …”

“Because …”

"Because ..." Kurt looks at Tracy, silently wishing she'd catch on without him having to say another word. Not catch on to what they use the collar for, but catch on to the fact that no, they will not be getting a dog right now. He looks into her huge, brown eyes, so much like Blaine’s, her hopeful expression dimming with every second of this asinine explanation.

Is he really going to do this?

Is he really going to tell his beloved daughter that she's not getting a dog because that collar she found is one of her fathers’ favorite sex toys? That the last time they used it, Kurt was wearing it, and Blaine was riding him like a bronco, growling obscenities and smacking his ass?

No! He can’t do that!

What responsible parent would!?

When Kurt first found out he was going to be a father, his own father gave him some valuable life advice.

“When you become a parent, you sort of fool yourself into believing that you’re in charge. You're the teacher," his dad had said. "But in reality, parenting will put you on your ass over and over until you realize you know nothing. But you learn. And one of the most important lessons you’ll ever learn is to pick your battles. Because situations will come up that you’ll never dream of, things that you hope to never handle. But, in the end, when you’re debating right and wrong, you have to decide – are you doing what’s best for your child? Or what’s best for you? Because, surprisingly, the two aren’t always the same.”

In short, Kurt has to choose between psychological trauma, pet dog, or sticking to a rule that's rigid simply because bending it would hurt his ego.

When he thinks of it in those terms, the answer is simple.

His father, as always, is right - mostly.

The most important lesson Kurt will learn from this particular situation is that he needs to get a lock on that damned drawer!

Because watching their new pet tromp through the house wearing that collar is going to burn his eyes every day of his life until he dies.

#klaine advent 2020 #klaine advent: learn #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #klaine

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“I don’t care what time it is when you land, call me and let know when you get to your mum’s.”

“I will.”

“You’re sleepin’ there, and then you’re goin’ home tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. And then you’ll FaceTime me so I can see you and Buster?”

“Mhm.”

You were being short because you were trying not to cry. Harry’s eyes were already glossy. You had an amazing week in London with him. You got to spend some more time with Anne. You got to see Mitch and Sarah again. You did a few touristy things. He drove you out to the countryside and you made love in a field. It was all so wonderful. You really didn’t want to leave.

“I wish I could walk you all the way to the gate.”

“Me too.”

You hug for a long time and look up at him.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too. See you in a week.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, see you in a week.”

You kiss for a while until a police officer blows his whistle. You jump back and grab the handle of your luggage.

“Bye baby.” He says. You wave and try to smile.

Harry sighs and gets into the car. He bursts into years.

“Please, god, it was bad enough watching you two say goodbye, please don’t tell me you’re goin’ t’cry the entire ride back to your flat.”

“Shut up Gem!” He wipes his eyes.

“It’s a week, Harry! Calm down.”

“I can barely fuckin’ sleep without her, a week is a long time.”

“Do you know how co-dependent that sounds?”

“We’re not co-dependent.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m allowed to miss her. We had a really nice week.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” She laughs. “Let’s go get that ring.”

Harry and Gemma pull up to the jewelry store where he had ordered your engagement ring…that you still knew nothing about. They go inside and speak to one of the salespeople. A man comes back with the ring a little blue velvet box.

“Blue’s her favorite color.” Harry says to Gemma and she nods.

“Open it up, I’m dyin’ over here.”

Harry slowly opens it and Gemma gasps. It was perfect, and he knew you were going to love it.

“Oh my god, Harry. It’s beautiful, well done.”

It was a thick, white-gold band with a decent size square diamond in the middle. There were two smaller diamonds on either side of the larger one. Harry picks it up to look at the engraving.

“What’s it say?”

“My everything.” He squints at, then smiles at his sister who has tears in her eyes.

“Mum is gonna flip when she sees this.”

“I’ve shown her a picture.”

“I know, but to see it in person…she’s gonna cry for sure.”

Harry puts the ring back in the box and sticks it in his pocket. The two go back to the car and drive to his flat.

“So, when are yeh askin’ her? That thing is gonna burn a whole in your pocket until you do.”

“I was thinkin’ end of September.”

“Harry.” She groans. “Why wait any longer. This whole waiting a year thing is stupid.”

“Our first date was at the beginning of September, so technically I’m not waitin’ til it’s been a year. I didn’t become her boyfriend until October.”

“What if she finds it? Where could hide it? She does all your laundry.”

“I’m gonna leave it locked in my desk at work.”

“Alright, I suppose that’s a good plan. What else do yeh have planned?”

“I’m not tellin’.”

“What? Why not? S’not like I’m gonna tell her.”

“People keep givin’ me suggestions, but I’ve finally figured it out. And I’d like to keep it to myself for as long as I can.”

“You won’t even give me a hint?”

“Nope.”

“You really suck.”

He stings his tongue out at her and she sticks out hers back at him.

“In all seriousness, I’m really happy for you. Mum and I love her, and you two are a great match. I’ve truly never seen yeh so happy, Harry.”

“I’ve never been this happy. I’m glad you and mum love her, it means a lot.” Harry tears up again.

“Oh, Jesus, what now?”

“I just thought of how she might look when she’s walkin’ down the aisle.” Harry sniffles and his voice cracks. “She’ll make a beautiful bride.”

“Buster!” You exclaim as you burst through your mom’s door. He comes running towards you and you practically sob. “Mumma missed you so much! Come on let’s call daddy.” You take him into the spare bedroom and get settled. “This’ll be a treat for you to sleep with me tonight, huh?”

You take your phone out and FaceTime Harry. You felt bad because it would be around 4AM there, but he told you to call, so here you were.

“Hello?” He groans. It was dark in his room.

“Turn your light on baby, so we can see you.” You hear him shift and turn the side table light on. “Look, Buster, it’s daddy!” He yips and it makes Harry laugh.

“Hey buddy! Daddy misses you. Daddy misses mummy too.” He winks.

“Ew…don’t do that.” You laugh.

“How was your flight, angel?”

“It was good, I slept for most of it, thank god. Happy to be here with out little boy now.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he’s with his mummy.” You look at each other for a moment.

“Well, you’re one sleep down.”

“Mhm, six more to go.”

“What do you have planned for the rest of the week?”

“More family stuff, hangin’ with friends. Gonna take some pictures for people.”

“You’re working?”

“Only a little, don’t worry.”

“I just want you to enjoy your time away.”

“I will, honey.”

“Okay.” You yawn. “Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep. I just wanted to call like you said.”

“Thank you.” He smiles. “I love you, sweet dreams.”

“Love you too.” You blow him a kiss and hang up. “Okay, Buster, time for bed.”

The next morning you have breakfast with your mom and tell her all about your trip. You get Buster in the car and head home. You missed your apartment. You go grocery shopping and meal prep what you’ll need for the rest of the week.

Just as you’re settling on the sofa with some pizza, your phone goes off.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N!”

“What’s up, Seth?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking of you and thought I’d call.”

“You were thinking of me?” Your heart drops into your stomach.

“Yeah…well…not to seem like a creep, but I saw you post your pictures from your trip on Facebook, and saw that you were home. Weather looked great!

“Yeah, it was an amazing trip. Um…why were you thinking of me?”

“You and I were friends once, really good friends. I feel bad that we lost touch after we graduated. I’ve loved seeing you and the girls this summer…it would be nice to hang out without a party and booze though, don’t you think?”

It was true, Seth was one of your best guy friends. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him from time to time. But you’ve rarely thought of another man while being with Harry.

“I suppose that would be nice.”

“Do you think we could meet up for coffee or something sometime?”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah…just as friends, obviously. I’m not trying to cause any issues with your boyfriend.”

“Um…not that I need his permission, but I’d have to ask how he’d feel about that.”

“Really, why? He knows we’re friends.”

“But he also knows that we’ve been more than friends…”

“He does?!”

“Yeah, it sort of came up after your Memorial Day party…”

“He just seemed so chill on the fourth, I didn’t think he knew.”

“He was on his best behavior that day. I just don’t know if he’d appreciate it…but I’ll ask.”

“I really don’t wan to cause any problems.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. I think coffee would be fine, I just don’t want to say yes until I talk to him.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Just text me and let me know.”

“Sounds good…thanks for calling.”

“Sure.”

You hang up and take a deep breath.

“I’m way too tired and drunk to walk you across campus.” Seth says, turning the TV off. “Wanna just crash in my room?”

“Yeah, that could work.” You smile as he helps you up off the floor. You tried not to sound too eager.

You follow him upstairs to his room, a room you had been in many times before, but had never slept in it. He closes the door behind you. Seth had the best room in the house because it had a bathroom attached to it.

“Want something to change into?”

“Sure!”

“Here.”

He tosses you a clean pair of plaid boxers and a t-shirt. You go into his bathroom to change. When you come back out your eyes trail up and down his body. He turns around and smiles.

“You don’t mind if I don’t wear a shirt do you?”

“Nope, your room, your rules.” He laughs and gets on the bed. You join him, not feeling nervous at all. You and Seth had cuddled before, it wasn’t weird that you were with him on his bed. “I’ll turn the TV on for a bit.”

“Thanks”

He throws an arm around you as you settle in. Eventually you both fall asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night to the TV and turns it off. You were fast asleep. He smiles and wraps himself around you, holding you close. Seth adored you, not that he would ever say that out loud.

When the sunlight of the room hit your face, you woke up. You turned over and saw Seth on his side facing you, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you and smiles.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.”

“Sleep alright?”

“Mhm. Comfy bed.”

He puts his phone on his night table and moves a little closer to you. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“You’re…really pretty.” Your cheeks flush. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Don’t think so, but thanks.” You smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Always.”

“I stayed late here on purpose last night so you’d invite me upstairs.”

“Can I tell you secret?” You nod. “I know.”

“What?” You giggle. “How?”

“I’ve seen you do it before, very clever.”

“Seth, I have a huge crush on you, and I have for a while.”

“I have a crush on you too.” His hand moves to rub your arm. “But Sarah…”

“Is with Ben, and said it was okay.”

“Really, you’ve spoken with her?”

“We talk about everything.”

“So what you’re saying is if I kissed you right now it would be alright?”

“More than alright.” You lick your lips and move closer so your noses were touching.

He cups your cheek and leans in. Your lips brush and he kisses you. You both smile against each other giggle. You roll onto your back and he moves tot hover over you. He kisses you again, neither of you really caring about the morning breath, and his tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you, his morning wood pressing into you. You moan against him.

“I want you.” You whisper.

You were insanely attracted to Seth. From his nail polish, to his tattoos, to his piercings.He had so many things that just turned you on. Not to mention that he was just straight up handsome and sweet.

“I want you, too.” He smiles. “So bad.”

He kisses down your neck and tugs at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow. He lifts it up over your head and grins when he sees your nipple piercings.

“I remember when you guys got these.” He tweaks them a little and you groan. “Nice of you to finally show me.”

Just as he wraps his lips around one of them his door flies open, and you cling to him to cover yourself.

“Max! Get the fuck out of here!”

“Sorry! I needed my…Y/N?!”

“Hey.” You say. “Could you, uh, leave?”

“Sorry!”

He leaves quickly and you both start laughing.

“That door lock?”

“Yeah.”

“Go lock it.”

He gets up and locks the door and practically jumps back on the bed.

“You sure this how you want it to go down?” He asks as he kisses down your chest, dipping his hand inside the boxers he let you borrow.

“Yes, want you so bad. Please, fuck me.”

Seth tugs down his own boxers and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“Holy shit.” You say under your breath, but he hears you and smirks.

He gets your boxers off and tosses them to the floor. You spread your legs apart for him and he bites his lip. You reach for him and line him up with your center.

“Please, we can do all the fun foreplay stuff another time. I want you, this, right now.”

“Okay, let me just, uh, grab a condom, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He reaches into his bedside table and retrieves the foil packet.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and hands it to you. “Just when I didn’t think you could get any cooler.”

“Shut up.” You laugh and roll the condom on his long, thick length.

He presses his tip against you and slowly starts to push in. A tear rolls down your cheek as he stretches you out.

“Alright?”

“Yeah, just, you’re really big.” You both giggle. “I just need a second to adjust.”

He leans in to kiss you and nips at your jaw to your ear.

“Take your time.” He whispers. “I’ve got all day.”

“Shit.” You say to yourself. “Daddy’s not gonna be happy, Buster. But what can I do? Coffee can’t hurt right?” He yips at you. You call Harry and he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, lovie.” You giggle at the term.

“Hi dolly.”

“What’s up?” He was in such a good mood, you didn’t want to sour it.

“Um, well, I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“Seth called me today…”

“Go on.”

“He wants to get coffee with me sometime soon, but…I told him I had to ask you first before I said yes or no.”

“That makes me sound a little psycho, doesn’t it?”

“He even said he didn’t want to cause trouble, I just…I…didn’t want to say yes or no before I spoke with you.”

“Do you want to have coffee with him? I mean, what’s the point?”

“Well, we used to be really good friends, and you know how it is after you graduate, you can’t stay in touch with everyone. I’d like to catch up with him one on one, without any alcohol…”

“Can you go to a place that’s dog friendly?”

“Sure! Plenty of places have outdoor seating right now.”

“Will you call me right after?”

“I don’t even know if it’s happening this week, but if it does, then yes.”

“I’m fine with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…I really appreciate you calling and asking first. It means a lot to me.”

“I just didn’t want to keep something from you.”

“Thanks, babe.”

You and Harry talk more about how his day is going before you hang up to text Seth.

“You’re havin’ coffee after work with your ex, and Harry’s okay with it?” Niall asks you the next day at work.

“First of all, he’s not my ex, and second of all, yes, Harry’s fine with it.”

“He’s an ex lover, Y/N.”

“Don’t you have to be in love for someone to be your lover? I mean Harry’s my lover if anything. Seth…I was never in love with.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“Buster’s coming with me, so I’ll have a chaperone. I’m going to be in my work clothes, so it’s not like I look sexy.” Niall crosses his arms and looks at you. “How is this sexy?! My chest is covered and this comes to my knees.”

“You’re a cute girl wearin’ a tight dress. It’s sexy.” You swat an arm at him.

“It’s just coffee.”

“I think you’re playin’ with fire.”

“I haven’t thought about him like that in years. If I really wanted him I would’ve been his girlfriend.”

“But you’re both grown now. You could-“

“Niall, please. I called my boyfriend and essentially asked his permission to see an old friend. It’s no big deal. It’s just coffee. It’s not like we’re having dinner and drinks.”

“Will you please text me when you get home?”

“Sure.”

You laid there with a huge smile on your face after you were done. It was the best sex you ever had. You were cuddled up with him. He was smiling too.

“That was fun.” He says. “You’re fun.”

“I’ve always been fun.”

“But that was like extra fun.” He kisses the top of your head. “What happens next?”

“You become my number one booty call, and you drop everything for me every time I wanna hook up.”

“You know what? That seams really fair.” You both laugh.

“In all seriousness, what do you want to have happen next?”

“I don’t know, I know I definitely wanna fuck you again.”

“Mm, me too.”

“I also know I don’t really want a girlfriend right now…is that mean to say?”

“No, it’s not mean.” You sigh. “In all honesty I don’t want a boyfriend. I really like being friends with you, I’m just really attracted to you.”

“So what we’re talking about his friends with benefits.”

“I guess so. Are you good with that?”

“I’m very good with that.”

“Good.”

You meet Seth outside a local coffee shop with Buster at your side after work. You two hug lightly, and go inside to order your drinks. You decide to split a scone, and find a table outside to sit at.

“You look so…professional.” He laughs.

“So do you! A button up and a tie? I’m shocked.”

“Hey, tablets don’t sell themselves.”

“Let me ask you something. Do your clients get thrown off at all when they see the lip piercing?” You giggle.

“Actually, it works in my favor quite a bit. It really shows that I’m comfortable with myself. As do the knuckle tattoos. Turns out my parents were wrong.” He laughs. “It also helps that I’m incredibly charming.”

“And a little narcissistic.” You sip on your iced decaf and break off a piece of scone to pop into your mouth.

“So, how long have you been with Harry, spill all the tea.”

“I gave you plenty to sip on at Memorial Day.”

“You showed me a picture of him and that was about it. Then you bring him to the fourth, and just happens to share a shocking resemblance to me.” He smirks and your jaw drops as you scoff.

“He looks nothing like you! First of all, his skin is tan, his eyes are green not hazel, big fucking difference-“

“His nails are painted, he has a ton of tattoos-“

“His tongue’s not pierced.” You cross your arms and smirk. “He doesn’t need the extra help.”

“Really, we’re just diving right into that, huh? I’ll have you know I took that out years ago.” He sticks his tongue out at you. “And as I recall you didn’t have much to say about it back then. Well you did, but they were mostly you moaning my name so…” He smiles at you and you shake your head.

“Is this why you wanted to get coffee with me? To go down memory lane?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I genuinely miss my friend.”

“And you just realized this because?”

“What do you mean?”

“Seth…”

“Okay, okay. You guys come to my parties every year, and I’ve either been dating someone or you have…”

“And I’m still dating someone.”

“That’s not what I meant. I think it’s stupid to not be friends with someone just because they have a significant other. I miss you, I’ve missed you for a long time.”

“Just me?”

“No, Rachel and Sarah too…but you and I were always closer and you know it.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you miss me?”

“In all honesty…I feel like I blocked you out of my mind. I’ve gone through a lot since graduation Seth.” He nods. “I know that sounds harsh.”

“It’s okay.” He takes a sip of his drink. “So, how did you and Harry meet?” He smiles.

“My friend Niall…Sarah’s now boyfriend, set us up.”

“Love at first sight?”

“Essentially…I mean we had one date one weekend and the next weekend we had like three more dates. He swept me off my feet.” Seth takes a bite of the scone. “He really loves me.”

“I could tell, just from the way he was looking at you. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “No girls trying to scoop you up?”

“I’m in between girls at the moment…I, uh, sometimes date men.” He looks down and blushes. You grab his hand and squeeze it. He looks back up at you. “I’m bi.”

“Oh, Seth. Thank you for telling me. When did you realize?”

“After we graduated. I think I’ve always sort of known, but just never put two and two together. There was this guy I talked to at a bar one night, and one things led to another…”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. So I’ve dated some women, and some men. I can’t really figure out what I want.”

“Well, you’re only twenty-four…you have a lot of time. Do your parents know?”

“Yeah, my whole family does. There was a guy I dated for a while so I eventually brought him home to meet them. They were cool with it. My parents are from Vermont, they’re traditional but love the gays.” You burst out laughing and so does he. “I’m just sort fluid, you know? I like who I like, and I’ve just learned to go with the flow.”

“That’s really cool, Seth. I’m happy you’ve discovered these things about yourself. Not be pushy, but I do know a very nice young man that works for Harry who happens to be single and a confirmed gay.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? You setting me up?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “It’s not like we have feelings for each other…right?”

“I mean to be honest if you were single I’d totally jump your bones, but I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.” He chuckles. “We had some pretty hot sex back in the day. But, no, there’s no feelings.”

“I forgot how blunt you can be, Jesus.” You take a sip of your drink. “Harry owns his own studio, you could come by some time and I can introduce you to Isaac.”

“Isaac, aw, that’s a cute name.”

“I have a picture from him, do you wanna see?”

“Sure, why not?”

You pull up a picture of Isaac on your phone from the studio opening and show Seth. His eyes grow wide.

“Oh wow…he’s adorable.”

“So adorable! And I know he thinks Harry’s cute, so he’d think you’re cute too.”

“Oh, so this is you admitting that we’re the same person?”

“You have very similar qualities, but you are not the same.”

“Relax, I’m just teasing. You know what? Fuck it. I trust you. Oh! Then we could go on double dates!”

“Oh my god, you read my mind!” You squeal. “I can’t wait to tell Harry.”

“I’m sure he’ll be relieved I’m not a threat.”

“You weren’t before.”

“Mhm, sure.” He sips his drink. “I’m really glad we did this.”

“Me too.”

Seth walks you to your car and hugs you goodbye. You text Niall when you get home and immediately call Harry.

“Hey! Weird question, but Isaac is confirmed single right?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“I wanna set him up with Seth.”

“I’m…gonna need a little bit of context here.”

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fic #smut #fluff #idk why but loved this part #i stan seth sorry

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tisfan · 4 years

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45 for the prompt list tony/Bucky please?

I hope you like the Forever Home series, because that’s what you got. This story DOES NOT replace the Forever Home sequel that @27dragons and I are writing, but is just a little scene between Forever Home and Curse on Both Your Houses. (Dragons did not help me write this, any errors in Tony’s voice are mine)

PS - I literally have no idea what happened with the sympathetic-magician. That’s a story for some other time.

If you haven’t read those stories; Tony has a werewolf boyfriend.

Sick Day

Tony had taken for granted such things as grocer services and housekeeping services. After all, he had a ridiculous amount of money, and less time than he ever needed. Why spend time doing household chores when he could pay someone else to do it?

And then he’d gotten a werewolf boyfriend.

Which, admittedly, had advantages. But also meant that Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, suddenly came up on magical radars.

He hadn’t been too worried about that, until they’d had a run in with that sympathetic-magic fellow -- not a voodoo magician, no matter what Hollywood movies would have liked to call them. Dr. Strange had set them both straight on that -- who’d stolen a tuft of Bucky’s fur. Luckily for them, he wasn’t very good at what magic he had, and Dr. Strange had shown up to help them deal with it.

Ever since then, however, Tony didn’t let people into his private living quarters. No maid service to steal fur, no grocery service to wonder why they ate such a large number of steaks.

But it did mean that Tony had to do his own laundry.

To be fair, Bucky helped. Probably more than Tony did, really.

Just, not today.

Bucky was, in fact, in his wolf form, denned up behind the sofa. It wasn’t entirely normal behavior -- but then, what was normal about having a werewolf boyfriend? -- but Bucky’d done it before. Wolf-instincts, he’d called them. When he was especially tired or stressed, Bucky’s wolf form got more… wolfy.

“Give me your shirt,” Tony told him.

He knew Bucky had the shirt; he’d watched the great wolf drag a few pieces of clothing back there with him. Might as well get all the wash done while he was doing it, right?

Bucky didn’t exactly growl at him. But it was a near thing. His lip curled up and a flash of fang gleamed in the half-light. Bucky whined then, cowering close to the floor, burying his snout in his paws.

“Hey, hey there, what’s--”

Christ!

Bucky never snarled at Tony. Had never, ever snarled at Tony, even when Tony still thought Bucky was some sort of very large guard dog with terrible taste in hot dogs.

And while Tony was one hundred percent positive that Bucky would never hurt Tony-- well, it was hard to tell Tony’s monkey brain that when three hundred pounds of feral wolf was acting like it was lunch time.

He hadn’t thought Bucky was mad at him; true, Tony had stayed up really late (or very early depending on where you judged night ending and day beginning) for a few nights running. He just had an idea that wouldn’t quit, and it wasn’t like Tony needed a lot of sleep.

Well, he probably did, because he’d been sleeping more, and longer, since Bucky had come to live with him, and everyone had noticed. Being well rested, who knew?

Beside the point, Bucky was obviously upset about something and retreating into his wolf-form and Tony hadn’t noticed. Shit.

“Hey,” Tony said again, sitting down cross-legged, because being afraid of Bucky always made Bucky upset, and Tony wasn’t afraid. “Hey there, come on out and let me see you.”

Bucky whined again, and then did that crab forward, belly scraping along the carpet until he was laying with his head in Tony’s lap. “There you go.” Tony absently scratched Bucky’s head and patted his ears.

Which were warm.

Like, not normal warm, because Bucky was a big damn wolf, but too warm. Uncomfortably warm.

“Honey?” Tony asked, gently, because Bucky was a werewolf, he wasn’t supposed to get sick. He could heal from anything that wasn’t a silver-caused wound. Tony ran his hand around Bucky’s huge head, until he was patting the muzzle, and touched Bucky’s nose. Dry. And also warm. “You feeling okay?”

Bucky tipped his head at Tony as if considering the question. He huffed and flopped back down onto the floor, burrowing his head against Tony’s belly.

Tony peered past Bucky at the nest he’d made behind the sofa. That wasn’t even Bucky’s shirt, it was one of Tony’s. And a blanket from their bed, and the one that usually sat on the end of the sofa. A jersey dress that Tony had last seen Bucky’s sister wearing. One of Pepper’s shoes -- oh, god, Pepper was going to kill them both -- and an ugly plaid dress shirt that Tony was probably going to guess belonged to Steve Rogers.

Bucky had been laying on all these items, his great huge snout burrowed in clothing that belonged to their family and friends. And now he had warm ears and a dry nose.

“That’s it, I’m calling Strange,” Tony declared. “I think you’re sick, honey.”

Bucky heaved another sigh and practically crawled into Tony’s lap, which might have been cute if he wasn’t three hundred pounds. “You don’t fit-- urf--” Tony ended up half-reclined with a very determined wolf laying over most of him. Phone. He could probably still get to his phone.

“Dr. Strange’s office, this is Christine, how can I help you?”

“This is Tony Stark,” Tony said. “Can I speak to the doc? I’ve got a problem with my dog.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Stark, let me transfer you.”

A conversation with Strange later, Tony had squirmed out from under his boyfriend, fetched the thermometer from the pet first aid kit that Strange had assembled for him several months ago, and Bucky was resigned to having his temperature taken. At least Bucky -- being intelligent -- could be trusted to stay still for a few minutes and have it measured in his ear, rather than the more usual way of checking a dog’s temperature.

Their sex life aside, Tony didn’t really want to stick anything there without Bucky’s express, verbal consent.

“Well, it’s not too high,” Strange said. “If he doesn’t want to change back, get some cooling pads for his paws and ears. If he’s not feeling better by tomorrow, I’ll come by. Everyone gets a cold sometimes. Happens to the best of us.”

“Chicken soup?” Tony asked, since that was just about all he knew about colds; when he got one, he tended to go to bed and emerge a few days later, dehydrated and smelly. Probably not the best way to deal with it, but Tony wasn’t used to taking care of anyone, least of all himself.

“Yes,” Strange said. “And try to make him drink. He shouldn’t get dehydrated. I’ll call tomorrow. Or call right away if his fever goes over 105.”

“Got it,” Tony said, hanging up. “Looks like you and I are going to have a sick day.” Tony patted the sofa and Bucky dragged himself onto it. “You stay here, I’ll get us set up. What do you think? Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings?”

#winteriron #prompts #werewolves #Tony x Bucky #forever home series #sick fic #shygryf

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