#not one day into summer vacation and I'm already tired

[sleepdeprivedpennu]

I wanna get myself to watch more movies, listen more songs, albums, discover new artists, draw more, socialize more, make more connections, go out more, get more sun, travel new places, travel in local trains it feels sooo overwhelming as i want them all at once!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA

#anjana rants #i feel so lost #not one day into summer vacation and I'm already tired

[reiderwriter]

🌞 Just Hanging Out 🌞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive MINORS DNI 18+

WC: 3k

Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.

Warnings: reader is a tease, shy Spencer, sexual arousal (M and F) no physical smut (god I wish we still used the citrus system).

A/N: Here's my second entry to @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge! Thanks to everyone who helped my pick the plot for this one :) I was also intending for this to be a reply to one of my requests for more BAU reader, but unfortunately tumblr deleted that request so 🤡 I'm tagging the account below anyways, and I have three more BAU reader fics coming in the next two weeks-ish, including my new series That's What You Get, so I hope you like this fic and be sure to look out for the others! Enjoy~

Here's my masterlist and my requests are open!

It was mid-August, and thankfully, the serial killers of America had given up crime for one week of the year to allow you to enjoy some much needed vacation time. The entire team had been put on annual leave, and you were determined to enjoy it to the absolute capacity of your ability.

Despite being together year-round, you actually enjoyed the company of your coworkers, so when Rossi announced he was planning a summer barbeque at his place to kick off your vacation time, you were ecstatic. If Rossi’s barbecuing skills were anything like his pasta making skills, you were expecting to eat yourself into a food coma and not wake up for the next seven days.

“Not a single one of you will touch this grill, stand within a 1 foot radius of this grill or even dare to look at this grill, so help me God, are we understood?” Rossi announced as soon as you arrived, the last of the BAU team to gather in his self-proclaimed mansion. The gardens were beautiful, and the kids were already running riot on the slip and slide that he had set up for them, screaming and giggling in delight.

“Trust me, you’re not getting me near that thing today, Rossi,” you laugh as you pour yourself a glass of wine from the refreshments table. “Last time I was anywhere near a grill I almost died.”

“I don’t remember encountering any unsubs who used grills as their weapon of choice,” JJ laughed at you as she held out her own glass and you gladly filled it for her.

“That’s because it wasn’t on a case, it was a family barbeque when I was 17 and my grandfather thought I should learn some ‘practical skills,’” you shot a grin at her as she rolled her eyes at you and walked away.

You grabbed your glass and looked for somewhere to perch yourself while you took in the sun. Morgan and Prentiss had already grabbed the two sun-loungers on the patio and were both sitting shirtless (with a bikini top on in Prentiss’s case) taking in as much sun as they could. Garcia was similarly sprawled on the deck sofa, and JJ joined her their after grabbing her refreshment, Will stood by the edge of the deck watching over the kids. Hotch had the amazing foresight to bring his own camping chair, and was set up similarly with one eye on Jack and the other on a book in his hand.

And just where you were expecting him, Spencer Reid was stood awkwardly at the edge of the house, in the only spot of shade he could find, leaning slightly against the door, and squinting into the sun.

“Rossi, you got any other chairs I can grab for me and Reid?” you called out to your host.

“There should be some over by the shed, they might need a bit of a dusting down though.”

“Come on pretty boy, you can’t just be standing all day, you’re going to make me feel tired just watching you,” you laughed up at him and caught the flush of his cheeks as he finally caught that you meant him to follow you.

“I’m really fine here over in the shade, I don’t do too great in the sun, anyways. More of an autumnal person, really…”

“I’d feel bad seeing you stand all day, and besides, what if I need a big, strong man to help me carry my chair over?” As he gaped his mouth open and closed looking for a retort, you felt the small flash of victory spread warm your chest. It wasn’t that you liked messing with Reid, it’s that he was an easy target and actually you loved it.

Having joined the team only the year prior, you’d quickly found the genius incredibly endearing, loving to listen to his little monologues about whatever topic had popped into his head that day, often earning groans from your other colleagues as you encouraged him to keep going.

You’d discovered your love of making him squirm a few months into the job, when you had to interrogate a submissive partner of an unsub together. After theorising that the submissive personality had a thing for women who looked like you, especially ones that were pretty dominant and controlling, you’d decided to give him what he wanted. You’d popped the top button, walked into the room and given him your best shot before having to re-strategize.

“What if we send Reid in there with her?” Morgan was the one to suggest, “Have him act a bit touchy, show him something he’s missing out on. We already tried giving him what he wanted, let’s see how he reacts to someone he doesn’t view as a threat getting everything he thinks he’s entitled to.”

It was a good guess, and it worked. You’d walked into the room, and let Reid start asking the questions. He’d gently laid a hand on your thigh, just high enough for the suspect to notice, and you’d done nothing but quietly whisper directly into his ear, watching the entire time to see how the man in front of you would react. He’d cracked in ten minutes and started spewing misogynistic drivel, so angry that he accidentally confessed to the crime and gave away his partner’s location.

It seemed Reid had cracked just a bit too. He’d avoided eye-contact with you for an entire week after that, and whenever he talked to you in that time, it was like his brain short-circuited. You’d bought a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory to his knees with a few whispers in his ear, and you loved the rush of power you felt remembering it. The memory of his strong hand on your thigh did nothing to quell your growing attraction towards the man.

“If you wanted someone big and strong, you should’ve asked Morgan,” Reid snapped you out of your thoughts as he diligently followed you in the direction Rossi had pointed. It was a pretty secluded spot in the garden, a little bit away from the action and you were glad to be out of earshot so you could begin your teasing of the Good Doctor.

“I’m sure you’re big and strong in certain places, Spencer,” you smiled at him, and began looking at the chairs.

You spotted it in the corner, then, the perfect tool for your torment. It seemed relatively new, barely used but still pretty sturdy, and you knew this was it.

“Hey, Rossi, what about this hammock in the corner, can I set this up, too?” you shouted back over to the group and grinned up at Reid.

“Do you have a death wish? Because if so, go ahead and tangle with that devil.” Rossi shouted back, not even looking up from the miriad of sausages and burgers he was working on.

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Doc.” You say and you start pulling it out into the sunlight, Reid steps behind you sighing in defeat. He knew that once you had your mind set on something, you were pretty stubborn about completing it.

“Okay, can you give me a boost?” The bed of the hammock fell to about your chest height, and whilst you knew you were probably able to climb in by yourself, you were wearing a particularly short sundress, and as much as you teased Reid, you didn’t exactly want to give the rest of your team and their families an eyeful.

“You want me to try to lift you into this thing?” Reid squeaked out, a look of confusion passing over his features.

“Yeah, just grab my hips and give me a boost and I’ll swing my legs over and straddle it. Then we can see what’s it's like.” He moved cautiously up behind you, letting his hands graze your waist.

“Reid, you’re going to have to hold me a bit tighter than that if we’re actually going to get anywhere.” You placed your hands over his and pushed his grip down stronger; you could practically hear him gulp from behind you. He pushed you up, and you almost had it, but you couldn’t quite pull yourself up and into it.

After a few attempts, you realised it wasn’t going to work. Reluctantly pulling yourself out of Reid’s grip, you turned to face him.

“New plan, you get in first and pull me up.”

“What? I don’t want to go anywhere near that thing, didn’t you hear what Rossi said?”

“Come on Reid, just this once, for me? We have to try at least!” you pouted up at him now with pleading eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t have to resort to batting your eyelashes at him to get him to agree.

“One attempt, and then I’m grabbing a normal chair and leaving, okay?” He negotiated, but you didn’t care and excitedly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug.

“Yay, thank you! I love you, Reid, you know that?” you pulled back slightly to deliver that last line, your arms still around his neck, watching the redness spread upto his cheeks.

He mumbled a quick whatever and pulled away to begin his attempts.

Perhaps it was his few extra inches of height or spindly frame, but Reid managed to climb up quite easily, not even rocking the hammock that much in his ascent.

He sat up pretty steadily, and you lifted your arms to him, and that’s when it all started going wrong. You’re combined weight wasn’t enough to break the hammock, but it was enough to set it off into an unsteady rocking that made your stomach lurch slightly. You swung your leg as best you could over Reid’s, already in the hammock, and as soon as you found some purchase there, he lowered one hand to pull your lower body up as well.

It was just unfortunate that the place his hand landed was directly over your ass, and you let out a sharp gasp as he grabbed it tightly and hauled you up to sit directly over him, chest to chest, practically straddling his entire body in the cramped space of the hammock bed.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I meant to grab your hip.” He tried to let go of you and push his hands up where you could see them, but the sudden movement made the hammock lurch dangerously so you snapped your hand over his and forced them back to their previous position.

“No sudden movements, Spencer, I don’t particularly want to be the butt of all jokes for the next year if we fall out of this thing.” You panicked slightly and squirmed a little in your position, trying to explore your range of movement.

“How are we going to get out of this if we can’t move?” he shot back at you, a look of mild discomfort on his face, and an I-told-you-so begging to escape his lips.

“If you just give me a minute to explore our options, maybe I would be able to figure that out.”

“If you keep squirming like that we’re going to have more problems than just how to get down,” he huffed under his breath, but he was so close that it was impossible for you to miss it.

It was your turn to blush now, as you caught his insinuation. With his hand firmly on your ass, and your legs either side of his, you could feel the entire length of his body below you. Each squirm you made the dampness between your legs pool a little bit more and then you in-turn squirmed even more in a vicious cycle.

After a few minutes, there was no denying that the thing prodding your core was Spencer’s sizable… appendage.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just a natural reaction,” he groaned out from below you when he realised you could feel it too, and you’d never heard anything so beautiful as the moans he was accidentally vocalising.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry for being so stubborn about this. Let me see if I can figure something else out,” you cautiously slid your hands up his chest, and he screwed his eyes shut. Pushing against his shoulders, you slowly pulled yourself up to a seated position, doing your best to not rock the hammock too much. The new position did nothing to dampen the friction the two of you were feeling, and you knew that you were a few seconds away from a point of no return. Your hips bucked slightly against him against your will, and you really hoped he hadn’t noticed that was totally not to the benefit of you getting out of the hammock.

You looked down to the ground so you could see how far the descent would be, and if you’d have to call for backup anytime soon. Luckily you thought you’d be able to make it if you just swung your legs over the side and got out as quickly as possible, but fate had other plans.

“Spencer, Y/N what are you two doing over here?” came Emily’s voice from behind you. Spencer’s eyes shot open and he pulled his head up slightly to look at her. However, his movement had rocked the hammock a little bit harder than before, so he had to grab your hip to steady the two of you, pushing you further down into him. You did your best to stifle the moan, biting down hard on your tongue as you did so.

“Oh you know, just hanging out,” he managed to get out in reply, his voice notably higher than it usually was.

“You sure you guys don’t need any help? That doesn’t look like the safest of chairs.” Emily’s questioning stare never lifted and you knew that if she caught wind of what was actually going on, you wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for an entire year. You couldn’t accept the help.

“Yeah, we were just going to climb down in a second, we’re just checking to see how… sturdy it is right now.”

“Sturdy. Right. Well, Rossi said the food would be ready to start serving in a few minutes and asked me to call you guys over.”

“We’ll be right there, thanks Emily.” You smiled at her and she made to walk away, a suspicious look still on her face.

“What do you mean we’ll be right there, I can’t go over there like this!” Spencer whisper yelled into your ears.

“What else was I supposed to say to get her to go away,” you whisper yelled back. You ran a free hand through your hair, and shifted again, your legs beginning to cramp up a little in the awkward position.

“Okay you get down, I’ll make a break for the bathroom, say all this moving around made me need to pee or something, and then we meet up again on the patio and pretend this never happened?” he said and you nodded quickly.

You began to lift your body weight up and remove your legs from the tangle you were stuck in, and that’s when the hammock reared it’s ugly head for the final time. As you lifted your leg slowly, you accidedntally got your foot stuck in the side of the fabric, and pinned there but still moving, the hammock toppled and spat both of you out unceremoniously.

Reid landed ontop of you with a hard thud. You let out a sweet curse, just as Reid pushed his body weight onto his hands, taking some of the pressure off of you after the fall. You stared up into his eyes as you realised you’d found yourself in yet another compromising situation and you deepeded to a scarlet red as you realised your sundress had blown up completely in your descent, and he was now neatly nestled in between your legs, with your damp underwear on display for him.

Looking down at you, he took a beat too long to react, and you squirmed under his gaze, feeling appropriately trapped, before he sprung up and offered you a hand up.

You took his hand and rearranged your dress, thankful that the smell of the food had distracted everyone from your embarrassing fall.

“Okay, we’re out.” You were flustered and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Yep, that was certainly one way to do it,” Reid replied, as you avoided his gaze. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he made to do so similarly, trying his best to rearrange himself so the bulge in his pants wasn’t so noticeable.

“You should get to the bathroom.”

“You should get to the food.” He retorted and you finally made to move, but stopped yourself turning around quickly to face the man again.

“Before I go,” you said and you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss into his mouth, feeling as giddy as a teenager braving her first kiss. You turned away just as fast and made your way back to the party, leaving a flustered and spluttering Reid behind as you made a beeline for the food.

“So, what’d you think of the hammock?” Rossi asked you as you began loading your plate up. You put on your best poker face and begged noone had noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“You were right. That thing is dangerous,” was your only response, and you retreated into the corner to finish your food. You sat there waiting eagerly for Reid to return, not just so you could be in his presence again and see how he was reacting to your kiss, but also so you could get the image of him dealing with his situation out of your mind.

It seemed that being a tease and working him up hadn’t quite ended so well for you that day.

You blamed the hammock.

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[gingerparker]

PULL ON MY THONG

Pairing: College!Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter needs a vacation. So, naturally, he goes to Vegas during his summer break. He's thin on cash and finds a job at a water park! The hot girl behind the bikini bar is a great bonus to his biweekly paycheck.

Warning: Fluff, sexual tension, teasing, slight body worship, drinking (both reader and Peter are 21+)

Word Count: 7158

A/N: let's pretend this wasn't a summer writing challenge... life happened HARD for it to be posted now.. but i hope y'all enjoy anyway ajsjjs DISCLAIMER!! i know the hotel i used here doesn't have a water park but i was too lazy to use a real one sooo it's an invented one!

It's too warm as soon as Peter exits the airport. It's a sticky and dry kind of warmth, no wind of any kind can be felt around him. His small luggage feels like it weighs 5 tons more than it did mere seconds ago and he realizes how stupid it is to have worn dark clothes.

Travellers push past him to find a cab of any kind to get out of the intense heat. Families get into larger Ubers and some are crazy enough to be walking out. Peter is not that determined.

He has to shuffle through the crowd to find a free cab, they are being filled much quicker than he would have thought. Thank god for his faster pace.

Inside the car, he's blasted with cool air, the sweat on his forehead seemingly evaporating.

The drive to his hotel is smooth. He chugs the rest of his water bottle minutes into the ride. Queen's weather didn't prepare him for this.

In only a few minutes he's on the strip. Billboards of all kinds flash around the cab. It's day outside yet he feels blinded by the colourful lights. He sees half-naked men posing with tourists for money as well as showgirls doing the same. He doesn't let his eyes linger too long. The sidewalk is full of people; after all, it's tourist season.

A bright pink flamingo catches his eye, his hotel seemingly calling out to him! Come, Peter! There's some air con in me maybe you could go to my bar or even check out my casin-

"Sir!" he's startled by the harsh voice that calls him, the cab driver.

"Yes?"

"We're here? I've taken you to your hotel" he gestures to the building they are parked next to.

"Oh! How much do I owe you?"

-

"Y/N, I need you to do the night shift today! Bebe is stuck in St-George, you know how horrible the construction traffic is" Your boss, Xiomara, pleads over the phone. "And I can't come in I have an appointment with my OB"

"What about Charlize?" you ask.

Your phone is on speaker on your bed and you're already looking through the clean bikinis you have ready.

"I haven't been able to reach her, please please please!" she sounds so desperate that you laugh a little.

"Should I wear the blue holo set or go for the pink and red tie-dye one?" Mars squeals loudly, her voice cracks through the speaker on your phone.

"Tie-dye!! You're a lifesaver Y/N/N, I owe you"

"No worries babes, nothing exciting was happening with me tonight" You'll just have to reschedule your date with your vibrator for another day.

"I'll buy you breakfast on your next opening shift! Wait, that's tomorrow, oh god you're gonna be so tired. I can still try and reach Char-"

"Mars! Don't worry so much, keep it going and the baby will just shoot right out of you" you laugh as you pack your bag for the evening.

"I mean I wouldn't complain. I'm very much over pregnancy" she sighs and you only hum as an answer.

You both say your goodbyes and you're quickly doing a makeup look to match your uniform for the night.

Deep red lipstick, a thick black liner that frames your eyes just the way you like and a light amount of everything else. It heats up like crazy in the small bar so you don't want to be sweating it off in seconds. The finishing touch is some body shimmer, that's for the extra tips.

You live in a resort-like rental near the Vegas Strip. Your university funds top students from other states to live in these apartments. When you'd been accepted and offered to house you; you couldn't turn it down. Leaving New York was easy enough, your parents were always travelling for their jobs and your friends were leaving for other schools so it was an easy decision.

A big bonus was that it was only 10 minutes away by foot from your job in a hotel's adult pool.

You gathered all your things and made your way out.

Tuesday nights are the slowest nights. The restricted pool access you work in usually has a long cue to be let in but currently, there are only 5 people. 7 if you count the obviously underage girls that nervously fiddle with their fake IDS.

You've only made 50$ in tips so far which is pretty disheartening. Did you waste your best body shimmer for this?

After cleaning the bar for the third time in the last 10 minutes you give up pretending to be busy. Maybe you should make yourself a drink... A nice cranberry, vodka and watermelon purée slushy... You could even try the new bubblegum gin you received...

As you're trying to figure out what to mix the new alcohol with you spot a guy. A hot guy to be precise. He looks lost as he enters the area and pockets his wallet. His eyes are wide and they seem to be full of awe. First time in Vegas probably. His abs are what make your eyes follow him. For such a soft face the body he has is a pleasant surprise, muscles that don't look too bulky and that highlight the fact that he probably takes very good care of himself.

He looks like a Long Island ice tea type of guy, who likes alcohol but doesn't like tasting it all that much. You almost want to whistle at him or do anything to catch his eye.

He'd be a better date than your vibrator that's for sure.

-

It's Peter's fifth day in Las Vegas and he just learned about his hotel's private pool. They only let people 21 years old and older in. All he knew was that there was a small water park, and the kids' screaming could be heard throughout the day.

There are more palm trees to cover up this part of the hotel's grounds, giving more privacy to whatever happens here. There's a large DJ booth elevated at the end of the pool and at least 3 different bars. The DJ obviously pressed shuffle on a Spotify playlist and decided to scroll through his phone. The 3 bartenders he sees look bored out of their minds and are seemingly playing a card game. Only about 20 other guests are enjoying the privacy of this section.

He chooses to go buy himself a drink, there's nothing much to do besides that and swim right now.

Right as he's about to go and disturb the guys playing cards he sees a little hut next to the jacuzzi. It's pure white and only has a sign on the front where it's written "Cheeky Chicks" with a bright pink bikini painted on.

His brows furrow before he steps back to look inside.

His eyes widen and his breath hitches. There stands a girl. A half-naked girl. A very very pretty half-naked girl. A girl that's already looking at him. Peter's knees might just give out under him. A smirk forms on your lips when you realised cute hot chiselled guy noticed you. This is going to be so much fun.

"Hi," you say while leaning forward on your bar a little. The guy's face heats up instantly. Red creeps up his chest and onto his face. Peter is incredibly weak for pretty girls.

"Hi," he manages to breathe out.

"Come over here," you say with a wink. No one can tell you that you aren't good at your job.

Peter nods and makes his way over to her. His steps are quicker than he initially wanted, he did want to look cool and nonchalant. Too late now!

"What's your name?" you ask when he reaches your hut.

"Um... I'm not sure" his brain is screaming the answer at him but all he can hear is "her eyes are up there, her eyes are up there, her eyes ar-"

"Mh that's unfortunate, guess I'll have to stick with sexy stranger" your smirk grows when his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

"Right, um, I'm Peter?"

"You sure about that babes?" his eyes get as wide as saucers, nicknames are appreciated... You make a mental note of this.

"Peter Parker," he says "That's my name" he nods to himself. Probably feeling very proud that he's remembered it. God, he's adorable your practically melting.

"Hi Peter Parker, I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you hot stuff" You lean back to your normal position, he's been working very hard to keep his eyes in respectful eye contact.

"What can I get you, Pete?"

"Huh?"

"You walked up to my bar, don't you want a drink?" you gesture to all the alcohol you have around you.

"Oh! Um what's your favourite?" he looks at the numerous bottles around you.

"Anything turned into a slush" you answer honestly.

"Ok... Something with cherry?" he suggests with a tilt of his head. You nod and get to work.

If you mix your shaker more than usual who could fault you? It keeps his eyes on you as silence settles over. After adding a cherry and coconut slush to the alcohol mix you top it off with maraschino cherries and a bright pink swirly straw.

You hand it over to him, purposefully making contact with his hand. He takes a big sip and your stare falls to his neck. Thick but lean, muscular and so soft looking. He'd look so good with hickeys littered all over it. You could even trail some down, down, down... just under where his swimming trucks start. God, you really need to get off.

"So what do you think, babes?" you ask him as he brings his straw away from his lips. He nods excitedly as a smile spreads on his face. How can you want him to rearrange your insides and bake him a cake all at once?

"It's delicious! I can't even taste the alcohol you put in here" he nods seemingly approvingly and you smile smugly.

"That's how you know it's a dangerous drink" you wink, turning around to quickly put away the things you used to prepare Peter's drink.

"So how much do I owe you?" he takes his wallet out and opens it up with one hand.

Maybe this is your chance to be bold. Get a date out of this incredibly slow day?

"Mh it'll only cost you your phone number" you shrug with a smirk on your face. Peter sputters on the sip he'd taken and flushes from head to toe. He shakes his head quickly and puts down his cup.

"I have to pay you" he goes through the bills he has in his wallet, instantly paling. He counts them again to then meet your eyes anxiously. "Um, any luck this cost under 6$?" he laughs awkwardly taking out the six 1$ bill he had. You cringe and shake your head. Why must you go for the broke cutie? He sighs and shoves the bills into your tip jar.

"I'm sorry, my aunt always tells me to budget better but this trip has got me much shorter on cash than usual..." Peter puts his wallet away, already knowing it's best if leaves as fast as he can.

"How long are you staying in Vegas for?" your question surprises even yourself. You both expect to have him just walk away and forget this interaction happened... but alas you're incredibly weak.

"I don't know really... I bought a one-way ticket so... I'll probably try and get a ticket to leave at the end of summer" which is currently two and a half months away.

"And you already have no cash left??" you gasp. How is that even possible? "Do you have a job? Or a sugar daddy?" you add in a rushed tone, shocked at his quite reckless planning.

"Think I'd look good in a bikini?" he teases. Joking at a time like this? He might just be your soulmate.

"You'd look amazing in a bikini but this is a woman owed and woman run" You sigh dreamily at the thought of Peter in a bikini. New kink unlocked? Or are you just incredibly horny... "Although... one of the lifeguards at the water park quit! Maybe I could get a good word in for you" You start shutting off the lights in your little hut and locking up the coolers and stands around you.

"Now?" Peter exclaims. You ignore his shock and turn back to him. You spot his unfinished slushy and hand it back to him.

"Drink it at least, I'm not doing charity for you not to enjoy it" you tease him before making your way out, locking the side door and hanging up the "Closed" sign.

"Oh and I'm still expecting your phone number"

-

That's how Peter Parker got himself a job at his hotel's water park. The man running it barely asked him what his name was before he was hired. They made sure that he had the right certification for a lifeguard job and the next day he was on the schedule. Well, they wrote him in with a Sharpie and they spelt his name wrong but he had a job!

The kids were... tolerable, the pay was ok and the conditions were bearable. His favourite part, however, is the hottie that always put extra cherries on his alcoholic slushes.

It's been three weeks now since he was able to pay back the first one, and it's also been three weeks since you've exchanged numbers.

You've been texting back and forth like crazy. Just facts about your days when you aren't working at the same time or you even like to have him pick out your bikini. He gets exceptionally shy and takes forever to answer but, surprisingly, he's got impeccable taste. Peter knows it's because of how attracted to you he is. Getting to know you has only deepened how doomed he is, how quickly his feelings have shifted from plain lust.

"So you haven't fucked yet?" Ned's voice is loud out of his phone speaker and it scares the shit out of Peter. He's on his lunch break and it's his weekly bro date with Ned. They have lately been full of your name.

"No, women and men can be friends. You know this" Peter knows full well that he'd ditch the friendship in a heartbeat for something more. He'll keep this act up tho, more gentlemanly... right?

"Not when they obviously wanna bone Pete... You're telling me not even a steamy make-out session?" Peter is glad they decided not to FaceTime because he knows what face Ned would be making right now and he doesn't want to see it.

"No" He wishes. He wishes so badly. Like it's actually starting to concern him how much he just wants you to sit on his lap, put your hands in his hair, maybe pull a little, definitely call him babes like you alw- See? He's going insane.

"That's sad Petey, get a move on! If Y/N is as hot as you say then you can't waste any time!" Ned's voice is so diplomatic it's weird but comforting.

"Oh. My. God. Babes you talk about me?" your chipper voice almost startles Peter off his seat and onto the suspiciously green floors.

Peter looks at you with a terrified expression on his face, like you've caught him mid-murder. Damn, his Peter Tingle for not warning him of your arrival!

"Is that her? Y/N! PETER WANTS TO FU-"

His phone is thrown across the room at record-breaking speed, destroying it. You barely seem surprised.

The silence that takes over the room gives Peter time to look you over. What you're wearing today has to be lingerie... just enough is left to the imagination and it's hypnotising. The way the slightest movement makes you look, the up and down of your chest as you breathe, how you look walking closer to him. Wait, walking closer??

His eyes snap up to meet yours as you walk over to him.

"Take me out tonight" You lean down to his eye level. The eye contact you hold is intense. So much is communicated through facial expressions. Peter's mind repeats your statement over and over, making sure he actually heard the right thing.

"Where?"

"Anywhere near an Apple Store so we can get you a new phone" you wink.

-

Smoking hot date, check.

Carefully picked out outfit, check.

Cute but comfortable makeup, check.

Get Peter a new phone before the date actually starts, check.

You and Peter are now slowly making your way down the Vegas Strip. With the ending goal in mind to find someplace interesting to eat. You walked past many many different restaurants but nothing that made you stop walking.

Peter's hand holds yours loosely, the hot weather unsuitable for real hand-holding. He's wearing a light pink shirt with flamingos and flowers patterned around it, obviously, he hadn't packed a "date shirt" before leaving New York and bought it at his hotel. His legs are barely hidden away by his short jeans short that have numerous rips in them... God you want to bite his thighs.

"You're staring at my legs again" You can hear him smirking through the tone of his voice.

"Oh shut up!" you knock your shoulder onto his arm with a laugh.

"It's fine this most likely compensates for the number of times I've at your boobs... or your ass... or anything really when you have a bikini on" he gestures with his free hand to you. Most likely visualising a bikini on you now.

"Mh, that's true... I'll keep staring then!" you smile proudly winking at him. His face and neck flush pink as he ducks his head. He's so fun to tease always so responsive.

Conversation is easy. It always is. Your personalities mesh together perfectly which makes hanging out with him so fun.

This being more officially a date has put weight on both of your shoulders. Somehow, it's made a sliver of anxiety surround the both of you. It must mean you both want this date to go well; to have many more after.

"Oh! How about hot dogs?" Peter points to a small restaurant to his left.

"Those are probably, like funky hot dogs... I'm down, let's go!" you tug him towards Haute Doggery.

You're both greeted by a woman behind the counter when you walk in. The place is small, with four two-person tables and a high counter along one of the only bare walls. That said it's cosy and inviting so you're immediately excited.

"Wow! A foot-long hog dog??" Peter gasps as he reads the menu. You giggle at his reaction now reading the menu yourself. So many options to choose from... "Want to share two regular-sized speciality ones?"

"Only if we get fries" you nod seriously, now choosing a hot dog to share with him.

"I definitely want to try the mac and cheese one" Peter looks away from the menu to meet your eyes.

"Good choice! I saw we get that one and the breakfast one, I can never say no to hash browns"

Once you receive your order you make your way to one of the tables, ready to absolutely dig in. Peter takes the time to precisely cut in half both hot dogs and gives you your pieces.

"Cheers!" you say knocking your half with his before taking a generous bite of the breakfast delight.

-

"So this is my room!" Peter shuffles inside his hotel room before holding the door open for you.

The room is nothing crazy. One queen bed in. the middle, a dresser with a tv on top of it, grey carpet flooring, pinkish walls, a bathroom and a balcony overlooking the pools and the waterpark.

You make your way over to his freshly made bed: thank you housekeeping. You sit down on it beckoning Peter over to you. He toes off his shoes in a hurry before practically lunging at the spot next to you. Cute.

"Had fun, cutie?" you look at him with seductive eyes and a warm smile. You want him to be putty in your hands.

Peter reacts immediately to the name you call him, blushing and wide-eyed.

"Yeah, you're easy to talk to and really sex- I mean smart. Really smart." his words seem to be tumbling out of his mouth in a panic.

"Babes, calm down!! You can compliment me. Physically too" you smack his chest feeling the firm muscle of his peck.

He only nods as an answer but keeps his eyes locked with yours. You're the one to break the eye contact to glance at his lips. You want to kiss him so bad...

"Can I kiss you?" Peter might be a mind reader.

"Please" is what you answer.

Kissing Peter is immediately addicting. He's so enthusiastic, kisses like his life depends on it. His left hand goes to your back and his right cradles your jaw. Your own move around his body. Gripping his muscles, tangling in his hair, slipping under his shirt. You're having a great time exploring his body.

You bite his bottom lip playfully, tugging it towards you and it makes Peter moan in delight.

"You're so hot, I'm going insane" he mumbles between desperate kisses.

You only hum in answer wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down above you. His body is so warm against yours like he's on fire. You tug off his shirt, to help him cool down is what you tell yourself.

"I know I see you without a shirt more than with one but this is so much sexier" you trail your fingers all. over. him.

Peter turns you onto your side to unzip your romper. His lips never leave yours, the contact staying feverish and fast. It's like he wants to eat you whole. Maybe he does, you'd let him.

The shrill sound of your ringtone startles you, causing you to knock your chin into Peter's nose as you look up.

He groans as you reach to silence the (incredibly rude) device. Unfortunately, your index has other plans and presses the accept call button.

"Y/N?" Xiomara... This can only mean bad news.

"I know you're on a date and I'm so incredibly sorry to be doing this. I just went into labour and you're literally in the hotel somewhere..." Her voice is strained and you breathe out in exasperation.

Peter's head drops into the crook of your neck. His hands don't start roaming, they travel, map your body out. Every single inch of skin he can reach. Inside the romper, your face, legs, arms... Anything and everything.

"I... I don't have a bikini" you manage to say.

"I really don't care what you wear. Actually, you know what I don't care about the bar right now never mind" She hangs up immediately.

"Thank fuck for that" Peter exclaims dragging the rest of your romper off.

You laugh as he readily gets back to what he was doing. His lips on yours, guided your hands into his hair and hips bucking into yours.

Yeah, this is so much better than taking over "Cheeky Chicks" for the evening.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland spiderman #mcu spiderman #spiderman #peter x reader #tom holland x reader

[lixern]

My rivalry with you expands... with love.

• AcademicRival!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

(ignore this whole space ill fix it later.. i wrote this on phone thats why :3)

• Scaramouche was always better than you. Grades, popularity, getting others hearts! But.. he's also trying to compete with the beating of his own heart.

(song; Me and your Mama, Childish Gambino.)

Scaramouche has always been just- so annoying. He was always with you, same school and everything. You would've transferred, really, but you already had such a good reputation in this school- how could you leave your whole school life behind? 1st place in everything.. God no you wouldn't leave that behind, but you sure did know that Scaramouche stole that title, and a part of your heart.

You hated him with a passion, you really did. You hated how his cocky personality always shot at you when you looked at your report card or.. anything that resembled your grades! Scaramouche would pull out his, then show you how much of a higher score he got. Ugh, he was on your nerves.

But then the finals were coming up, oh finally! The next grade will come after summer vacation- hopefully Scaramouche has transferred by the time it arrives.. but wait, surely you need to beat him before the school year ends right?

"Class dismissed, I wish you all good luck."

The teacher said once the bell rung, right after they finished announcing the topic for each subject to be reviewed. You turned your head to a certain direction afterward- Scaramouche, with his cocky smirk. His annoying face made you have a mental block, how were you supposed to beat him?!

You grabbed your things and got up, leaving for the door. You just wanted to go home after this God forsaken day, but then suddenly, you felt a strong hand on your wrist.

"God, Scara. Just let me go home."

You spat out, hissing at the pretty boy. You didn't even look at him, but you knew his signature smirk was plastered on his face. You wanted to punch him so bad, but it was hopeless. If you punched him- the teacher would send you to detention, not him.

"Oh, how cute. It's so funny how your pretty little head thinks I'm letting you go."

Scaramouche countered, before letting his guard down by a tiny bit- silently gasping at how you flicked his hand away from your wrist. He groaned sarcastically, before pushing you out of the doors way. He made his way out of the classroom, making a peace sign before vanishing out of your sight.

You look back to see the teacher looking at you not so passively.. after the incident. You wish them a goodbye, embarassingly walking out the door after. You closed it gently, making your way to your locker after.

You walked slowly, just thinking about how you could possibly study harder- and how that teacher witnessed all of that silent bickering with Scaramouche.. Everything was so embarassing today.

But oh well, you thought, opening your locker once you got there, grabbing your books and whatnott, putting it in your backpack. You then close the locker door, to reveal a sly Scaramouche standing behind you.

"What do you want?"

You almost growl at him, groaning at how tired you were already. You wanted him to go away, you wanted him to just crumble on the spot. But yet he couldn't- he just wouldn't.

"Can I not interact with the person who deserves to talk to me? After all, you are in my league."

Scaramouche replies- treating you like your worthy to even breath the same air as him. It annoyed you, really. Why did he have to bully you and not anyone else?

"Just, go away."

You argue, not even glancing at him before walking away. This time, no hands land on your wrist. Huh.. unusual of him to do that. You brush it off anyway, glad that he left you alone.

Time passed, your already home. Up in your room and done with all of your chores. You brought out your books to study for each and every one of your subjects, but today, you chose to study for the hardest subject of all. Well, hardest for you atleast.

So you study and study and study... soaking up all the knowledge. Normally you wouldn't study this hard since getting scores higher than everyone but Scaramouche was easy, but.. you needed to beat Scaramouche, so, I guess you'd be studying all night.

You studied till you fell asleep, the cycle repeating each day and night. You thought about Scaramouche the whole time, how you hated him so much. But wait.. why would you think about him so much-? Why did your heart beat so much?

Come to think of it.. every time his skin touched yours- your heart starts to beat so fast.. wait- no! You can't love your enemy!

Or that's what you thought.

Ah.. finals week was up. You studied hard for this. Scaramouche was staring at you, you noticed once you took a flew peeks at him. You then looked in front to see the teacher handing out papers- I guess it started already.

The same thing happened all over again for the rest of the week, your tests would get handed out, then you'd start answering. But you noticed.. Scaramouche would look at you once in awhile. Was he cheating? No.. you were too far apart for Scaramouche to see your paper, even with 20/20 vision.

Each after exam Scaramouche would do something to make you crazy, surely bringing you down. Well, not really sabotage you or anything. He just.. seemed much more touchy.

So this all repeated, till your grades were handed out.

"Hey, lovely. Guess what happened for once."

You tilt your head at Scaramouche, lovely huh..? Wait! Now's not the time to be getting all flustered-!

"What is it, Scara. You beat me again? Just as I've thought."

You said sarcastically, paining a bit slowly that you couldn't atleast be first place for one more time. Till.. wait, what's that loving look he's giving you?

"Actually, no."

He said, slamming his paper on your desk. You slowly examined each number, wait.. you finally beat him? No, no you can't believe it.

"Hah, nice tricks pretty boy. But, I know someone made a mistake on your card."

You said, smirking up at him. Everything was a facade, you just wanted to go home now. But wait- maybe you were being delusional? You didn't know.

So you walked out again, repeating the same thing as last week. To the locker you went, but this time.. you didn't make it to your locker.

The sound of footsteps behind you scared you a bit, as it was a secluded area in that part of the school. Well, almost everyone rushed out after getting their grades after all.

Slam! You heard, before feeling a familliar hand on your back. You turned around, seeing a lovestruck Scaramouche staring at you, pinning you to the wall.

"Wh.. Archons, what are you doing!?"

You said out of instinct, it was a reaction. Scaramouche looked so serious, it was kind of funny. But what made it not so funny, is that you were inbetween his arms right now! You couldn't get out- you just couldn't.. the moment had you frozen!

"Listen, you've been like a fly to me the whole year. You just keep popping out of nowhere in my mind and I can't seem to get you away."

You listen to what he had to say, it was kind of hard to not listen anyway. But then- you heard something the just made your mind blow away.

He took hold of your chin, making your already red face look at him. Before he said;

"I hate to say that I love you."

Oh God, both him and you couldn't just handle everything. So that's why everyone in class started shipping you both? The tension, seriously? What a stupid reason.

That actually came true.

"Well god, I hate you. I hate how you make my heart beat faster than anything."

He followed, before pulling you in a harsh kiss. Wow.. mr goody two shoes breaking the school rules for once. Your eyes fell open, but then closed once you got used to the feeling. Your hands suddenly flew to his

face, pulling him in closer. Till- he pulled away.

"Was that a yes? Because I had to sacrifice my perfect streak for just you."

He then teased, you suddenly seemed cutely annoyed at what he said.

"Shut up."

You reply, before kissing him again.

I guess you'd spend summer vacation with him instead.

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[hamlets-ak]

rainy day ༊*·˚

༘♡ to stay tender, the weight of your life cannot lean on your bones

it's a rainy day and you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids

It was a rainy day; the world blurred. A dusty sky with its veiled hush was covering like a blanket the already dead calm.

Your stare was fixed at the window, watching droplets drip down, as young winds whispered at the glass surface. A huge smokey shadow covered the buildings around, deepening their color, while showering the trees at the glistering road, pattering sharply on their leaves.

No one had warned you about the sudden change of weather in the middle of summer.

It was one of those days, calendars blank and empty and telephones off. You could go nowhere because of the weather and you could do nothing but keep watching this otherworldly winter unraveling in front of you.

Earlier Timothée was so bored that he asked you to cut his hair - just a little - and you made him cut yours back. It wasn't something you normally did, but it turned out that Tim was pretty skilled. After that, you both sat at the kitchen table, eating some leftover spaghetti while discussing your upcoming vacation.

It was mysteriously cold, so cold that Timothée took off his sweater and offered it to you. Wet hair was pinching your neck and hands were deeply buried on the sleeves, trapped between dark blue knots. You were both so tired and bored, eyes almost closing. The only light that entered the room was these faint altered rays, lining the furniture and making shadows jump up and down.

Small feet and flip-flops clapping against the floor, broke the hypnotizing atmosphere. Before your eyes even turned to the door, you both knew that those little steps belonged to your daughter, Zoe. She was always running, as if someone was chasing her.

« Baby! », Timothée called her in a melodious tone. He pressed his lips into a grin when she popped at the door.

« Hello! », you opened your mouth into a surprised smile.

« I'm bored! », she whined desperately.

« Bored? », he asked, like he just heard the craziest conspiracy theory, and stood up from his chair to open the lights.

The room burst with blinding rays, so blinding that you had to squint your eyes. 

« Yeah, » she pouted her mouth and raised her hands in Tim's direction. He took her in his arms, letting her claw tight onto his chest, fingers slowly drifting on the back of his neck and fumbling on the silver chain that was hanging around it.

« What do you wanna do? », he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing on her shoulder.

« I don't know, » Zoe mumbled.

You couldn't restrain your smile, and even though you didn't participate in that sweet father-daughter moment, you felt your heart steeping pure happiness. And suddenly, you were alive, and awake, and full of energy. The same spark that appeared in your eyes, you could see it in Timothée's as well. It was magical how your kids could change your entire mood by just appearing in a room and whining about being bored.

« You don't know? », Tim asked softly, pulling some roots of hair behind her ears. « Then we should better think of something to do all together. Mom and I are bored too. »

« Zo, where is your brother? », you asked then. She slightly raised her eyes at you and shrugged.

« Don't know, » she mumbled with her sweet childish voice and then breathed out heavily. « I'm bored! » Tim let her sit on the kitchen counter as he moved to make some coffee for you. « Mom, I'm bored! »

« Okay, what do you want to do? We could play a board game, all four of us. »

« We always play board games when it's raining, » she pouted her lips again, arms hugging herself and feet kicking the air. « And Marc always wins... »

« What are you all doing here? »

« There he is, my sweet boy! », Timothée turned his head back.

« Hi, » eyes scanned all of you.

« Come here, love, » you opened your arms. Marc walked closer leaning his back on the table beside you. He looked at you for a while before speaking.

« It's nice, » he said, his fingers moving to your hair. « Did you cut it? »

« Yes, daddy helped me cut it. It's nice, isn't it?», you smiled, holding his forearm and planting a kiss on his skin. You heard Timothée chuckling in the background as Zoe gasped, rushing to get back down at her feet.

« Hey, careful there, » Tim said. She ran to you and started touching your hair, twirling pieces of it and playing with them. Gradually she took a seat in your lap and you brought her closer until her head nestled on your chest just like when she was a baby. Your hand pulled your boy close into a tight hug and your mouth touched his forehead.

« Mom! », he groaned trying to set himself free.

« Oh, don't play it so tough, I know you love hugs, » you kissed him again all over the face laughing at his failed attempts to free himself before he actually managed to escape.

« I'm too old for hugs! », Marc groaned.

« No, you're not, » you ruffled his hair. « Dad cut his hair too, you know. » They both turned to him.

« Dad, dad, can I see? », Zoe asked excitedly.

« It's just the edges, baby. Nothing noticeable, » Tim answered to Zoe pulling his hair behind his ear.

« I want to cut my hair too! Dad, will you cut my hair? »

« There's no way I'm cutting your hair, » Timothée replied without hesitation. « If you want to, we can call the hairdresser tomorrow and... »

« But dad, you cut mom's, why not mine? »

« Isn’t it better if we go to a professional? », he asked her, walking closer to you. « I don’t want to accidentally ruin your hair. »

« But mom’s hair is not ruined! You’ll be careful. »

« Will you stop being such a baby? », Marc popped up but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he imitated her move.

« Hey, hey, hey, guys, » you entered. « Be nice to each other. Come on, you are brother and sister. » They breathed out at your words and rolled their eyes. However, they heard you and didn’t continue it. « So, » you clapped your hands together, trying to change the subject. « What are we going to do? »

« We could watch a movie, » Tim suggested, slithering his arms around Marc's shoulders.

« Yes! », Marc looked up at him eyes wide.

« Yes! Puss in Boots! »

« No! Not again! »

« Okay, why don't you go to the living room to pick a movie as I cut you some fruit? », you let Zoe to the ground.

« Okay! », Zoe kissed your cheek before storming out. « First one that goes to the living room picks the movie! »

« Hey! That's not fair! », Marc yelled following his sister's steps.

You looked up at Timothée as you stood up, his eyes still fixed on the door even when they disappeared, hoping for a small head to pop again and run in your arms.

« I love them so much but they're crazy, » his words made you chuckle. He grinned, his stare following you as you moved to the counter to get some fruits. Tim helped you, getting the plates from the upper cupboards. « I feel a little guilty. Do you think I should’ve cut their hair? Zoe does need a haircut, her hair is way too long. »

« No Timothée, you can’t always do what they want, » you replied focused on your work. « They literally have you wrapped around their little fingers. »

« Come on, » he leaned against the counter. You gave him a look that made him laugh. « Maybe just a little. » His fingers moved to your hair pulling a piece behind your ear. « Your hair is still wet. » You touched his head, your hand sliding down to his cheek.

« Yours too. » He grinned at your words, eyes fixed on your figure, watching your every move. Even if you felt his eyes you tried to ignore them.

« You need help? », Tim asked then, coming closer, standing right next to you.

« No, love, » you replied. His arms circled around your body as he pressed his lips on your cheek. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his cold fingers running under your sweater, around your belly stinging your skin and causing small spasms in your waist. « I’m holding a knife! »

« Then put the knife down and kiss me! », he pinched your skin.

« Ah! Okay! Okay! », you let it fall down.

You turned to him and cupped his face, bringing him down until his hair touched your forehead and his lips lingered close to yours. He tilted his head to the side, a sweet smile marked on his mouth. And with eyes closed, he kissed you softly and settling. When you separated you kept holding his cheeks squeezed, sprinkling kisses all around his face, making him let out the prettiest giggle.

« Why don't you go and check on the kids? », you asked.

« You don’t need help? », he asked.

« No. »

« No? You are sure? »

« Yeah, just take the coffee, please. »

Timothée stared at you for a few moments smiling fondly like he wanted to tell you something.

« Okay, » he pecked your cheek one last time, stroking your back on his way out.

« Found a movie? » They both mumbled something in response, laying on the couch in front of the TV remote. « Zoe, baby, turn your head, » Tim said. She listened, even though she was too focused on watching Marc changing the movies. He set her curls free and while balancing the scrunchie in between his teeth, he pulled them up high, out of her face.

« Not that one! », passionately her voice was heard.

« Mars? », he asked then.

Timothée loved your children. He loved watching them, spending time with them, taking care of them. And the more they grew, the more he loved them. That’s why he couldn’t stand the view of his boy having both hands under his t-shirt, hugging his shoulders, and not saying or doing anything.

« Mmm... »

« Are you cold, baby? »

« Just a little. »

« Want me to bring you a sweater? »

« Yes, please. »

« Zo? »

« I'm not cold. »

« Alright, » he lightly laughed, thinking how funny it was that he just couldn’t sit for two seconds without having to stand up again.

A few moments later, you walked inside, taking a seat next to your kids.

« You picked a movie? », you asked, leaving the plates on top of the table.

« Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc... », Zoe held his arm and pointed at the TV.

« Ohh, there's a new Spider-Verse movie! », he looked at his sister. They both burst into giggles of excitement. You grinned amused watching their reaction.

« We haven’t seen the first one, will we be able to understand anything? », you asked.

« Of course, mom, it’s Spider-Man! », Zoe said. « Don’t you know Spider-Man? »

«Mom, I love this movie! », Marc added. « We have to watch it. »

« Here I am, » you turned your head watching Timothée stride towards you. You smiled. « What are we watching? »

« Across the Spider-Verse. »

« Ooh, I’ve heard very good things about the movie. Let’s watch it, » he said before turning to Marc. « Hands up. » The boy raised his hands and Tim passed the sweater over his head. « Here's the other arm, dummy. » He rubbed his knuckles against his head.

« Ah! », Marc let out a painful groan with hair laying messily all around him. Timothée laughed and grabbed his head with both hands pressing a kiss on top of it leaving a ‘mwah’ sound. He then got his feet on top of him, letting Marc lay on the couch more comfortably.

« Mom, can you hug me? », Zoe asked. You grinned and quickly opened your arms for her to tilt her head on your shoulder.

« And... play. »

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[dudadragneel]

🦄 I literally just woke up and thought this through. So they’re staying at y/n parent’s holiday house right? Okay so I’m thinking to switch the dynamics up with this one in which Hyunjin knows he’s sick and keeps expressing this to y/n but they’re really busy with work or something on their laptop all day. So Hyunjin keeps telling y/n he doesn’t feel well but they think he’s probably just tired and shrug it off. Then afterwards he gets a really bad stomachache and y/n finally starts thinking something is actually wrong so they cuddle to make him feel better and then that’s when it happens and he just throws up all over y/n and the bed and it’s a whole disaster. Y/n feels bad now for not taking him seriously and helps them both get clean. He feels really bad and gets all emotional which only makes him feel worse. They hope that everything is fine but then things just get worse so y/n ends up having to drive them home early since they don’t haven’t any clean clothes anymore and care for him better there.

want this one to be messy in all the best waysss 🤞🏻I

hope this wasn’t too long/too much I wanted to be descriptive I hope you like my little idea :)I

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG! BUT HERE IT IS!!

🦄! I hope you and everyone else enjoy it!

Warning: it's messy, I guess

AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND

To say you two liked to enjoy every single minute of your vacations was an understatement, you planned everything to make sure you'd be able to make the most out of the breaks Hyunjin had from his busy idol life.

This time around, it was summer, thankfully it wasn't as hot as it was on a previous trip with the boys, but it was still hot. You two wanted to enjoy some pool and a chill time away from everything. Your parents owned a holiday house away from the city and told you to enjoy your time there, that way you wouldn't need to spend money on a 3 days stay somewhere else.

You were both excited for this little getaway, even though you still had work due in a few days and you'd be a little busy at the beginning of your vacation.

However, things wouldn't go as smooth as you'd both like. On the night before Hyunjin went out for dinner with the boys, it was a hot night so they decided to go to the Han river and just enjoy each other's company while eating. They talked, they laughed, they cried and they ate a lot and had a lot of fun.

By the time they decided to walk back to the dorms, Hyunjin was already feeling weird. After they ate and started playing, Hyunjin felt full, not only felt, his belly was actually a little bloated. He thought that it was just gas and moving around would help ease the weird feeling. But it didn't, it kept getting worse, his stomach was still bloated and started to hurt. He tried to just shrug it off not to worry his brothers.

But the walk back home was rather long and although it was a little windy, the heat still wasn't helping. As they made their way to the dorms, Hyunjin's stomach started to feel worse, what was once a feeling of being full, had now turned into nausea. He felt something creep up his chest and immediately swallowed and tried to just shrug it off again.

But deep down he knew he was eventually gonna be sick and his stomach wasn't helping at all.

He just tapped on Chan's shoulder to get the older boy's attention.

- Hyung...

- Hm? What is it?

Chan said as he and the others stopped walking to pay attention to Hyunjin.

- I'm feeling sick...

- What's wrong?

- My stomach hurts...and I feel nauseous...

- Okay. Maybe it's because you moved too much after eating. Do you want to sit down for a bit?

- Yeah...

The boys helped Hyunjin to a bench nearby and sat for a while to see if he felt a little better before heading to the dorms.

- Do you want some water?

- Yeah...I guess...

They bought some water at a nearby vending machine and gave it to Hyunjin, who took careful small sips. Thankfully, the cold water gave him some sort of relief, it sat well with his stomach. He just sat for a while and took deep breaths as he felt the nausea begin to fade away. After a few moments he told the others he felt a little better and they could keep walking back home. He soon regretted that decision.

No lies, he took max 5 steps and his stomach jolted again. He felt something rush up his chest in a way he knew he wouldnt be able to hold.

He tugged on his hyung's shirt and barely managed to talk.

- -m gonna throw up

He said gagging and bending forward, vomit gushing out of him and hitting the ground with a sickening sound, and just barely escaping soiling his hyung's shoes.

- Hyune!

The boys said gathering around him, out of concern and also to block him from potential curious people walking around.

Chan turned him around so he was now facing the street gutter and he supported himself on his knees as he spat out thick saliva before another violent stream came out, his body barely gave him time to catch his breath when a burp brought up even more partially digested food.

- Oh my god, Hyune-ah...

His hyungs said as they rubbed his back and kept his hair from falling on his face.

- How are you feeling?

- Sick...

- Maybe it's the food. It could've been out of date. It's best if you get it all out, Hyunjin-ah.

There was no need to tell him twice, as his stomach contracted again, sending more putrid vomit up, followed by another strong wave.

- Do any of you have water?

Chan said as he rubbed Hyunjin's back, gently applying a little bit of pressure to help the boy get everything out his system.

- Here Hyung.

Han said handing him his water.

- Hyune-ah, straighten your back and take deep breaths with me okay?

Hyunjin did as he was told and took a few minutes for his stomach to give him a break.

- Here, rinse your mouth. Are you good?

- I think so...

- Can you walk back home?

- Yeah...

- I'll help you. Let's go.

The walk back to the dorms didn't have any more incidents and Hyunjin couldn't be happier to be home.

He took a shower and some stomach medication and went to sleep, hoping this was an isolated incident and he'd be good by morning for your little getaway. But boy, was he wrong.

Morning came, it was sunny but chilly at the same time, you were finishing packing your stuff and called Hyunjin.

- Good morning babe.

- Morning

He said on the other side of the phone, voice raspy from just waking up and the strain of vomiting the night before. You noticed it but didn't give it much thought, since he had just woken up.

- How are you?

- good...and you?

- I'm great. I'm finishing packing my stuff, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

- Okay.

He was lying, he felt sick. Whatever it was from the food yesterday, it was still making him sick.

But he didn't want to cancel your getaway because it was important to both you and him, getting to relax like this together.

He got up from bed and contemplated whether or no the would have breakfast. He knew that if he didn't eat anything the hunger would add to the nausea and it would make him feel even worse.

He took some Dramin before mustering the courage to have breakfast. Needless to say it was hard to chew and swallow the food but he managed to do it.

He also finished packing his bag and then got down to wait for you at the garage.

Like you said, you arrived exactly 20 minutes after you called him.

He got into the car and gave you a kiss.

- Hey babe.

- Hello honey. How are you?

- Not that good...and you?

- I'm fine. What's wrong?

- I don't know... I feel weird...

- Aren't you just tired? You went out with the boys yesterday right?

- Yeah...I don't know...

- Just don't pay much attention to it. Try to keep yourself distracted.

You said grabbing his hand and kissing it before starting the car. You put on some music and turned on the AC since it was a little hot outside. Just like you said, he tried his best to keep himself distracted, he chatted with you, and sang a little bit as well, despite feeling his stomach twist a little every now and then. Not enough for him to say he felt nauseous, but enough to annoy him.

One hour into the road trip, the medication he had taken earlier was still working, hence why he wasn't feeling that nauseous, but he felt really sleepy so he was dozing off. Which was good, that way he didn't pay attention to the weird feeling in his stomach, that was giving him clear signs that having breakfast might've not been the best idea.

Eventually, you decided it would be good to stop at a rest area to go to the bathroom and buy some snacks before heading to the house.

Hyune, wake up...

Hm? Did we arrive?

Not yet silly. It's a rest area, will go straight to the house from here. I'm gonna use the restroom real quick and eat something. And you?

I'll use the restroom as well...

Do you want something to eat?

No, I don't feel hungry...my stomach feels weird...

You might be carsick...It'll be good if you step out of the car for a bit, breathe some fresh air and stretch you legs.

Yeah...I'll do that.

You went to the bathroom first while Hyunjin mustered the courage to get out of the car he was rather comfortable there and he was afraid that moving would make his stomach flip. But he didn't even need to move for that to happen, it flipped and contracted without giving him much warning, he suppressed a gag and recolected himself before heading to the restroom.

He locked himself inside one of the stalls and just stood there, eyes closed, clenching his fists to the point his knuckles turned white, breathing deeply trying to fight the urge to throw up. He didn't want to throw the little amount he ate earlier afraid that he'd be feeling both nauseous and hungry later.

But his stomach had other plans, it was sloshing around as if he was inside a car on a bumpy road. He felt it contract making him gag into his hands and he kept gagging, trying his best to hold everything in and for a brief moment he thought he had won that battle. But then, a stronger contraction mixed with an air bubble stuck in his throat, made him burp and that time he couldn't hold it. Vomit escaped through his fingers, splashing inside the toilet water with a sickening sound.

He didn't want to kneel in front of the toilet in a public restroom so he bent over, one of his hands on his aching stomach and the other against the wall for balance. His stomach contracted, arching his back and sending another wave of pale brown liquid that hit the water with a sickening sound, unfortunately for him, loud enough for someone who entered the restroom to hear.

Dude, are you okay in there? Do you want me to call someone?

No, I'm fine...

That was his answer, but not his reality. As soon as he answered the stranger outside, his stomach contracted one more time, but now only bile came out and then another contraction forced him to gag harshly one more time bringing up just a thin stream, but enough to make him go red because of strain his body was putting him through.

Once he was left dry heaving, he stood straight, just like you always told him to do when he got sick, to try to keep his stomach from being stimulated again. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times before deeming it safe to exit the stall. He rinsed his mouth and splashed some water on his face, given how he was looking after what he just went through.

You were waiting for Hyunjin outside eating your snack. The stranger who was inside the men's restroom came out and commented with his friend that someone was throwing up, you happened to overhear them talking and got a bit worried. Could it have been Hyunjin? you thought but then you remembered that it could've been just carsickness and that he would bee feeling better now. However another man left the restroom first, so you thought it might've been him and not Hyunjin who was getting sick.

Hyunjin then got out of the restroom and met with you at the table you were.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I just...I think I was feeling a little carsick...

Did you throw up?

No...

He was lying, he wanted to tell you he did throw up, but he thought you wouldn't get worried and just tell him he was tired or something, so he kept it to himself.

Let's go.

He slept through the rest of the way until you got to the summer house. It was a beautiful place, away from the city, it had a pool, which would be marvelous, if he wasn't feeling so horrible.

You two unpacked your bags and you proceeded to make lunch, Hyunjin's situation was slowly getting worse, the nausea just didn't want to fade away anymore, so he deemed it best to stay outside than risk being exposed to the smell of food.

Honey, I'll stay outside, by the pool. It's too hot...

He said, which wasn't a lie, it was too hot.

okay. I'll call you when it's ready.

He lay down on one of the sun loungers and tried to pay attention to his surroundings, in an attempt to ignore the nausea. He felt a cool breeze on his skin and listened to the sound of the water inside the pool. That was the most relaxed he felt since yesterday. But things would soon take a turn for the worse.

Lunch was ready and Hyunjin couldn't be feeling more fearful than now. The last thing he wanted was to eat, he knew that if he did so, he would eventually throw up.

Babe...I'm not hungry...

What do you mean?

My stomach doesn't feel well...

It might still be sensitive from the trip. Maybe if you eat something it will feel a little better. Feeling hungry is only gonna make it worse.

Okay...I'll eat just a little bit...

The food was delicious, like always, and he wanted to have enjoyed it, but that wasn't the case. Each mouthful was a struggle, he would chew for too long and then swallowing it would be even harder. In the end, he managed to eat a fair amount. But his stomach was complaining all the time and proceeded to do so after he finished eating.

While you did the dishes he decided to go to the bedroom to rest for a bit, hoping his stomach would feel a little better after a nap. He lay down, one hand resting on his stomach the other arm covering his eyes.

You still had some work to do, so you decided to work while you kept company to Hyunjin. You entered very quietly and sat down on your desk.

Hm? Babe....

Oh, Hyune, did I wake you up?

Not really....

You can go back to sleep, I won't make any noise.

Babe...my stomach hurts...

Maybe the food didn't sit well with you being carsick. Why don't you try to get some sleep while I get this over with?

I'll try...

You failed to notice the sad tone in his voice when he answered you, and just focused on your work for the time being. Hyunjin felt so frustrated with the fact that you weren't exactly worried about him, that he just turned to the other side.

He'd been feeling awful since last night and now, even though he hated to admit, he was stressed that you were thinking he wasn't being serious about feeling sick. He just closed his eyes and tried to focus on sleeping, but his misery just got worse and worse.

In a few minutes, he started to feel cramps on his stomach, the burning sensation grew stronger, the nausea had subsided a bit but it was still there. It was as if there was someone stabbing him from inside and starting a fire in his stomach, a feeling now unbearable.

Without knowing, he started crying, not only because of the unbearable pain he felt, but also because you weren't taking his complaints seriously. He curled up in a tiny ball covered by the sheets, even though it was hot, the pain made him break into cold sweats. You could hear some shuffling behind you, so you stopped working and turned to Hyunjin, only to find him in that state.

Hyune? Babe?

You said as you gently nudged his shoulder. Understandably, he didn't want to move, or look at you, which surprised you. And now you started to grow concerned.

Babe, please. What's wrong?

He turned to you, eyes red from crying.

I've been telling you what's wrong, since morning.

Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was too focused with the trip and the remaining work I had to do. I'm sorry I didn't hear you.

My stomach is killing me.

What exactly are you feeling?

Cramps and it burns. It's hurting too much.

Oh baby...I'm sorry. I'm here now.

You lay down next to him and cuddled him, you brushed his hair and gently massaged his tummy, in circling motion. He tried his best to focus on your touch and take deep breaths to see if he'd feel a little better now that you were with him. But it didn't take long before the disaster unfolded.

His stomach just felt worse and worse. The nausea that had been hidden while he felt pain, had now came back. He felt everything sloshing inaide, he was laying down but he felt like he was o boat on a very angry sea.

He felt it jump aggressively and send it's contents up his chest but he felt like there was a burp stuck on his throat so he carefully tried to get rid of it only to be tricked by his own body.

As soon as he did that, hot liquid rushed up his throat without much warning, filling his mouth with a foul taste. When he opened his mouth, thinking it was only a burp, vomit gushed outright onto you, soiling you, him and the bed.

- Oh my god! Hyune! Are you okay?

- S-sorry...

That's all he managed to say as he sat up and another violent stream gushed out, adding to the mess on the bed. You ran to get a towel to put on top of it and helped Hyunjin sit on the edge of the bed, with a bucket at his feet.

- Oh baby...

You said wiping his mouth and the tears that had unconsciously fallen down his cheeks.

- I'm S-sorry...I made a mess...

He said between sobs.

- I just- I was feeling sick since yesterday and it just wouldn't go away...

- Why didn't you tell me?

You said and immediately regretted saying that.

- I tried to! The whole day! From the moment you picked me up at the dorms I told you I was feeling weird. But you didn't give it much thought and just kept saying I was tired or carsick.

You had never seen Hyunjin that angry or sad before, not to the point of talking like this to you. But you couldn't blame him one bit, you knew this was 100% your fault.

- Baby, I'm so so so sorry...

He had broken into sobs after saying that, from pain and frustration, and it only made things worse. Crying made him swallow a lot of saliva and that just increased his nausea even more. In a matter of seconds he bent over as another violent stream of chunky vomit gushed out, thankfully, hitting the bucket you had previously placed by his feet.

You rushed to grab his hair and hold it while your other hand rubbed his back.

- It's okay. You're doing great. Get everything out.

A harsh gag, painfully contracted his stomach and arched his back, making he bend even further as another wave came out mixing with what was already inside the bucket.

- Oh my god, baby. I'm so sorry...

You said as you kept rubbing his back. A small coughing fit stimulated his stomach, which sent up a thin stream of saliva mixed with partially digested food.

- oh god.

You couldn't help but grimace a little, the room was starting to smell, since the bed sheets were still soiled with vomit.

He sat straight, trying to catch his breath and regain control of his body but it was pointless. His stomach still felt weird, it contracted once more and for a while Hyunjin tried to hold it in, his throat was starting to hurt. But his body had other plans, he felt a bubble of air coming up his throat and he tried to burp, but instead, vomit came out without much warning, getting on his clothes again and ok the floor.

All you could do was put another towel on top of it and keep rubbing Hyunjin's back, but now you tried to rub his stomach as well. Maybe some gentle touch would comfort him a little.

His stomach finally gave him a little break.

- Baby, straighten your back a little. Let's take a deep breath. Come on, in and out.

He followed your instructions while you still rubbed his back and squeezed his hand, reassuring him you were there.

- Baby, come here. Let's take these off.

You helped him out of his soiled clothes and guided him to sit on a chair while you removed the bed sheets.

You came back from the laundry and then guided him to the bathroom and had him sit on the bathtub.

- Baby, I'm gonna help you, okay?

- Hm...

- if you feel sick let me know, okay?

- Okay...

You helped him take a shower because he was feeling too weak, after throwing up most of what he'd eaten that day. You washed his hair since some vomit ended up getting on it.

Thankfully he didn't throw up during the bath and then you helped him get dressed in some comfy clothes.

He had thrown up on you but you were afraid of leaving him alone, so you just wiped off and then changed into some clean clothes.

- Baby...I'm tired....

- try to get some sleep baby...I'll just get some cold water for you.

He lay down and closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it didn't matter how tired be was, his stomach felt way too bad for him to be able to relax. It kept gurgling, twisting and turning, the nausea never going away, and only getting worse.

You got back from the kitchen with some cold water for him and lay down beside him.

- Honey, come here, let's cuddle, hm?

- I want to ...but I don't feel safe...

-Why?

- I'm afraid of vomiting on you again.

- You can turn to the side, baby. I just want to embrace you.

- thank you.

You wrapped your arms gently around him, careful not to squeeze him and make him throw up again.

Just like a miracle, he managed to fall asleep, while you stayed awake, feeling both relief that he was sleeping and tension that this situation might be far from over. And boy, were you right.

About an hour into sleeping, Hyunjin woke up with his stomach revolting again. However he didn't dare move his body, he just kept his eyes closed and tried to take deep long breaths. He clenched his fists in an attempt to take back control over his body, feeling tense trying to hold everything in. Part of him wanted to call you, the other knew for sure he'd throw up if he even attempted to.

But none of his approaches to easing the nausea were working and now it was building up even more. His mouth started tasting foul and saliva was pooling inside of it, he felt something rushing up his throat so he covered his mouth and started swallowing convulsively, trying to hold it in. He took deep breaths in between and for a brief moment, it looked like that urge had gone away. But then, an air bubble came up his throat and when he opened his mouth to let it out, a thick stream of vomit spilled out soiling the bed sheets once again and the floor.

You jolted up at the sound of something splashing on the floor and immediately knew what was going on.

- Hyune! Baby!

- 'm sorry...

He said almost sobbing again for making another huge mess. You quickly grabbed another towel and threw it on the floor on top of the vomit and helped Hyunjin sit up again.

The motion made his stomach jump and he felt liquid rish up his esophagus, he covered his mouth to suppress a belch, but to no avail. Another gag followed up bringing more pale brown vomit that escapes from his mouth and slipped through his fingers soiling his shirt, shorts and the sheets. He kept his hand on his mouth, knowing that another wave was coming up.

- Shit! Here.

You ended up forgetting to get back the bucket before, so instinctively, you placed your hands under his mouth just in time to catch the remaining vomit, preventing from adding to the mess. You could feel every bit and piece of undigested food pooling in your hands, not being able to do much but breathe deeply holding back a grimace.

- You're okay. You're doing good. Don't worry about any of this. Just focus on getting everything out.

You couldn't move from your spot and your hands were far from being able to hold everything. So you thought that since the bed was already a mess, it didn't matter if the rest of it got dirty and asked Hyunjin to get the blanket and place it in his legs so you could dispose of the vomit in your hands without soiling him and his clothes even more.

- Baby, I'll just wash my hands, okay? I'll be right back.

You left to the bathroom and Hyunjin just stood there, frustrated that he lost complete control of his body. It didn't matter how much he tried to control the nausea, his stomach just wanted to get everything out. At this point he thought that he was vomiting what he had eaten the entire week.

Another jolt and a loud gurgle announced that more was coming. The same process, foul tasting saliva and hot liquid rushing up his chest and back of his throat. By now he knew it was no use trying to fight this awful feeling. The putrid tasting liquid soon filled his mouth making him gag, he he covered his mouth in an useless attempt but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in. In that moment another gag arched his back, he let go of his mouth and ducked his head as another bout of vomit fell on the blanket he had previously placed by his lap.

His body barely gave him time to catch his breath before another gag made him belch and cough up another stream of pale borwn liquid, this time coming out of nose as well.

You got back into the bedroom just in time to see him vomit again on the blanket that by now was completely soiled.

- Oh my god! Babe!

You ran to his side and grabbed his hair and this time decided to rub his stomach. You could feel his body shiver under your hand as another harsh gag arched his back bringing up more putrid vomit, the sound of it mixing with the big puddle on the blanket making you grimace a little.

- It's okay babe. Just keep going. Just focus on get it all out.

He grabbed your arm for dear life and squeezed it as his stomach contracted one more time, bringing only a little stream of liquid mixed with rice and saliva. You squeezed his arm back reassuring him you were there.

- Baby, I think you have food poisoning. It's not normal for you to be vomiting so much. Considering all the times this has happened before. Tell me, what did you do last night?

He breathed deeply but didn't dare open his eyes. The lights and everything were starting to make him feel overstimulated, even if he didn't have a migraine.

- I- I went to the Han river... And we até there.

- when did you start feeling like this? Be honest with me. I know I didnt pay attention to you but please tell me.

- Since yesterday night ... I got sick last night when we were going back to the dorms...

- Okay... Well go to the hospital and then we'll head back home okay? You need to be examined and get some fluids in...you threw up too much and you're proba ly dehydrated. And also, we don't have any more clean sheets or clothes.

- Okay....I'm sorry...

- don't apologize. It's not your fault. If I had payed attention, this wouldn't have happened.

You packed your stuff and put the soiled clothes and sheets on plastic bags, securely closed to wash later.

You grabbed a few plastic bags from the kitchen and gave one to Hyunjin before entering the car.

- Babe, I'll let the windows open so you can breathe some fresh air. You have the plastic bag but if the movement of the car gets too much tell me, we can park somewhere and the continue.

- Okay ...

A few minutes into the ride, his stomach gurgled loudly, and you heard it as well. You placed you hand on his shoulders thank God for automatic cars, as he brought the plastic bag close to his face and bent over throwing up bile and saliva.

You could only rub his shoulders and hope he'd be fine. He coughed a few time because something got stuck on his throat and then threw up again. He then was left dry heaving and you told him to sit back on the seat and try to take deep breaths. He did as you told him and for a while it worked.

For another hour he was "fine", his stomach kept making uncomfortable sounds but nothing more than that and Hyynjin kept shifting uncomfortably all the time. Unfortunately, the road to the hospital was in construction so the route you had to take instead was too bumpy because of debris and other stuff. You cursed under your breath because this was now explicit torture to Hyunjin.

He tried his best to not throw up and kept everything in, but the swaying was too much and that plastic bag wouldn't be of much help.

- Please...pull over-

He said gagging at the end of the sentence. Thankfully there was a shoulder near that you could stop the car. As soon as it came to a full stop, Hyunjin quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, bending over as a thick stream of bile and saliva poured by the side of the car.

You barely had time to unbuckle your belt, getting out of the car on your side would be risky so you just moved closer to Hyunjin and started rubbing his back as he gagged productively one more time followed by a burp that brought a thin stream of bile.

- oh baby... Hold on just a bit longer. Well Be at the hospital soon.

You gave him some water to rinse his mouth and then he closed the door, sat back on the seat and exhaled tiredly.

- I feel miserable...

- I know baby...you'll fell better after the doctor prescribes you something and we're at home.

- I know...

- Are you good to go? Do you need to throw up again?

- No...not now...

- Okay, then I'll restart the car. I'll do my best but the road is not gonna be of much help ..

- I know ... It's not your fault....

You started the car and headed to the hospital, unfortunately he threw up one more time on the way there but you didn't have to stop again.

It didn't take long for him to get called. You explained to the doctors what had happened while Hyunjin just sat beside you, holding onto another plastic bag in case he felt the urge to throw up again.

- I see...so he's been feeling nauseous since yesterday. And the vomiting started yesterday as well, right?

- Yes.

- Well run some tests and we'll take a blood sample, while we do that, we'll get you some IV fluids. From what yohr s/o told me, you might be really dehydrated. I'm actually surprised you didn't faint. You can go lay down there, a nurse will go there in a minute.

The nurse installed the IV fluids and told you that it would take about 1h30 for it to be done and that he'd do an abdominal tomography to rule out anything more serious, since it could've been an appendix burst given some of his symptoms.

The IV fluids were helping, he felt a little better after 30 minutes, then they called him for the exam and when he returned he was feeling nauseous again, moving around was the last thing he wanted to do.

He just sat back on the bed and didn't want to lay down. He just kept looking down.

- I want to throw up.

He said gagging and you hurriedly placed the basin beneath his chin for him to throw up and rubbed his back.

The nurse came back and told the doctor had prescribe result of the tomography medication for his stomach ache and that the tomography didn't show anything and the blood tests confirmed your suspicion, food poisoning.

The doctor told him he'd stay at least another hour getting IV fluids and an intravenous medication to help with the continuous vomiting.

Fortunately the medication seemed to have worked and althouggh be still felt nauseous, be didn't feel like vomiting. He gave you a prescription with medications for Hyunjin and told you what you should do to nurse him back to health and that this could take a few days.

- Let's go home.

In the car Hyunjin kept dozing off on the ride home and thankfully he didn't throw up anymore.

- When we get home you'll take a nice bath and then you'll get some nice sleep and I'll be by your side all the time my love.

- Thank you...

He said smiling shyly and turning to look at you with loving eyes, almost asleep again.

Jus like you said, you helped him take a shower and then lay down with him and let him cuddle you. You kept a bucket and some spare sheets and towels ready for whatever would happen.

An dnust like the doctor warned you, it would take a few days for him to recover. You spent the next 3 or 4 days cleaning vomit here and there, doing laundry and making countless trips to the bathroom.

To say you were exhausted when he was finally better was an overstatement but then, Hyunjin did his best to compensate and take good care of you, the way you also deserved.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neighbor!ellie williams x fem reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary: ellie spends her first summer at her and her fathers new vacation house, and her first summer with a summer fling.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: hi! i hope u guys enjoy this lil preview of a fic im working on, so sorry it’s taking so long to write, i’m super busy. it should be done in a week or two :) per usual, join my taglist to be notified when i post the full thing & song used in title is slavatore by lana del rey! ♡

Ellie didn't know why Joel decided to purchase a beach home, but she was greatful for it.

Summers in Jackson were grueling. The hot, and sticky air definitely wasn't her favorite.

So when her adoptive father, Joel, had let her know that his offer the house had been accepted, Ellie was overjoyed.

In the weeks before summer break, she became more anxious and excited to spend her summer on the beach.

She wondered how different the beach town would be from her home, and what kind of kids her age would be there.

When the day finally came, Ellie was packed and ready, sitting at the table with her bags in hand, and suitcase by her feet.

"Woah there kiddo" Joel laughed as he entered the dining room. "What? I'm ready" *You sure are" he chuckled "Can we go yet?" the auburn-haired girl whined.

"Well if I knew you were fixin' to get going this early, would have finished packing" "Seriously?!" Ellie called out to the man as he walked away.

He entered the room with his luggage after, what Ellie claimed to be, hours.

They piled up into the beat up truck and began their twelve hour drive to Florida.

Joel insisted they only stopped for absolute necessities, but found himself stopping for snacks one too many times.

When they arrived, it was dark, around 10:00 at night. Ellie had fell asleep in the passenger seat around halfway in the trip, after claiming she ‘wasn't tired’ and it reminded Joel of when she was a kid.

"Ellie. Ellie. Cmon get up" Joel whispered, nudging the girl.

"Huh?" She asked, stirring "We're here. Come on, get inside" "What about all the bags?" "Well get it all in the morning" "Mhm" she groaned.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and walking inside, she barely took the time to look around, just heading straight for her bed, which was already made. She took a mental note to thank Joel in the morning before falling asleep.

Ellie woke up to the bright sunshine creeping in through the window. She slowly sat up and creeped out of her bedroom, looking for her father.

"Morning Ellie" Joel croaked out from the kitchen, turning around with a mug full of coffee.

"Goodmorning" Ellie yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Ya sleep well?" The older man asks, sipping on the steaming cup. "Mhm. Thanks for making my bed and stuff." She smiled, truly greatful.

"No problem." He replied, grinning in return.

"Hey, why don't you go down the street and get us some of those...uh... 'a-kai' bowls?" He asked, reaching for his wallet. "I think it's açaí, but sure.

Let me get dressed" She nods, turning to go back upstairs to get dressed.

The auburn-haired girl emerges 20 minutes later in jeans and a t-shirt, tugging on her beat up converse.

"This good?" She looks up, unsure if the outfit is suitable for the hot weather.

"Jesus, Ellie. I said clothes for hot weather, it's

'bout ninety degrees!" "I'll be fine" She rolls her eyes, grabbing the $20 bill from Joels hands, before stepping outside.

"Shit." She gasps, fanning herself for a moment before grabbing her skateboard off the porch and stepping onto the sidewalk, heading off down the block for the small shop.

The bells over the front door chimed as Ellie stepped in the small, but nice, café.

"Welcome! What can I get started for 'ya?" You asked, looking up from the cash register to meet the customers gaze.

"Oh, um... Can I look over the menu and stuff?" Ellie asked, bringing her hand up to rub the back of her neck, a nervous tic she had.

"Of course" You smiled sweetly.

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Best thing in the world (Pierre Gasly)

Pierre and Y/N join his family on their summer vacation and after all they're not that subtle about how much they love eachother

Note: english is not my first language. I felt like this one was a good one to write in little moments like this, so here goes. Also, there's some holiday!Pierre at My little shrimp if you haven't read it yet, I feel like it's within the same vibe as this one! Also, the last bit was inspired by a conversation I had with one of the kids I help take care of in the summer holidays (she made me feel even more single but at least it gave me some inspo)

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The group had decided to spend the day on the beach, everyone heading to their bedrooms so they could pack what they needed and took the opportunity to go and grab one of the books you had brought with you so you could have some reading time in the sun. "Amour, are you ready?", Pierre called from the bathroom as your were adjusting the strap of your swimsuit, revealing your boyfriend in a t-shirt and swimming shorts, the tan he already had on his skin complimenting the colours just perfectly.

You picked up the dress you had placed down on the bed and put it on while you slipped your sandals on, "yes, all ready!", you smiled at him, grabbing the beach bag with your's and Pierre's belongings and heading down the stairs to wait for the rest of his family.

Placing your things down on the sunloungers, you got the towells ready and grabbed the sunscreen bottle so you could apply it on yourself and for Pierre too, alternating in doing eachothers back. You had been sat down with your book in hand for a good hour now, hearing the kids squeal every now and again while the rest of the family engaged in casual conversation, sometimes directing your eyes over to Pierre, who was playing with a football with his brothers, winking at him when he would notice your stare on him. And it had been good. You couldn't complain about your job too much, you were doing quite well in the position that you were in, but that didn't mean that it wasn't tiring still, and these family days really help you recharge your batteries. Feeling the sun on your eyes that was making you squint in an attempt to read, you marked the page you were on before digging for your sunglasses in your bag, muttering under your breath when you realised you must have forgotten them at the house, patting your head just to be sure it wasn't one of those times where you had put then there and were looking for them at the same. No, no luck this time. "Are you doing some sort of enchantment, Y/N?", you heard Pierre's brother Paul ask as he sat in the lounger next to your right side. "Well, some magic could be useful right now, I forgot my sunglasses in our room and maybe some transportation fairy dust would be useful right now", you slumped your shoulders before putting your hand in a way it would shield your eyes, looking at how your boyfriend was carefully dribbling the ball in the sand until he reached the sunloungers, looking handsome as ever. "Do you want me to get your sunglasses from the bag? Or are you just appreciating the view?", he asked non chalantly, enjoying the way you reacted to him as he watched the blush on your cheeks increasing, "I left my sunglasses back in the room so unless you have some summoning powers I'm afraid that's going to be impossible to find here", you explained as you watched him remove the ones he had on his face, "Well, just your luck that you happen to be dating someone who has a sponsorship with a sunglasses brand, here, you can take mine", he offered. Shaking your head no, "Mon coeur, you and I both know that your blue eyes can't deal with the sun on them like that, but thank you anyway, I'll just find a position where the sun doesn't go directly on my eyes", you said as you moved around, ending up with having to stretch your arms in front of your face so the book could cover the sunlight. Pierre was inspecting the sun umbrella and noticed a regulating pin, finding out that he could move the top part and adjust it to the side, making it his mission to find the ideal position for it so you would not need to tire your arms like that, "Oh, thank you handsome, like that is perfect", you said as you watched him lock the pin back in, puckering your lips so he could kiss your lips as a reward before he layed on the sunlounger to your left. "Hey Pierre, I also have some sun on my face", his brother joked, smiling at your interaction, "you can get up and do it just like I did, it's not hard", your boyfriend teased his brother back, earning a pretend huff, "Well, I wasn't going to give you a kiss anyway if that's whay you were thinking, brother".

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The beautiful evening called for a change of routine, prompting you to head to a restaurant with traditional food that happened to have some free tables on the outside area, allowing you to catch the sunset over the sea, "look at the sky, Pierre, it's so beautiful", you mused, noticing the pretty colours. Pierre looked around him, all of the important people in his life gathered in one table, presented with this picture worthy sunset and his supporting girlfriend sat beside him, making him place a hand on your thigh that was covered by one of the linen dresses he loved so much on you, noticing how the sun had made your freckles stand out a bit more and how you hadn't bothered with too much make up, the scar on your cheek you had since you were little more noticeable too, "yes, absolutely gorgeous", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

The food came quite quickly after you had placed the order, everyone digging in their own plates as they made plans for the next day's activities, "here, try this, it's really good", you arm nudged Pierre's so he could face you, your hand forming a shell under the fork so the food wouldn't fall as you took it from your plate to the driver's mouth, watching him taste it and waiting for his opinion, "Oh, it's really nice, so nice that I think I might steal a little bit more", he said grabbing your fork and getting a bit more food in it. "Auntie Y/N, can I get some too?", one of his nieces asked, seeing how the two of you were so excited about it, "Sure darling, here, careful because it might be hot still", you did the same with your hand as you had done with Pierre, helping the little girl into the small spoonful you had for her. "It is good", the little girl clapped her hands at the tastes in her mouth, making everyone giggle at the table.

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You were enjoying the pool the house you had rented had, soaking up the sun as you laid on Pierre's chest, tracing random shapes on his chest while his hand travelled around your waist and tummy, just content to be in eachother's arms, when you heard his mother call for help in the kitchen, saying that there were two trays with drinks and glasses and that she couldn't carry them both. You tried to untangle from his embrace, ready to go and help Pascale when Pierre rolled you over, making your back fall flat against the soft mattress of the outside furniture, "you stay here and I'll go, and no arguing", he said immediately as he saw your mouth open, most likely to tell him that you'd go. Crossing your arms in defeat and accepting your fate, you watched as Pierre put on his shoes so he could help his mum, not before saying "Je t'aime, mon ange", and making his way inside. "He's always saying that like he thinks you'll forget it while he goes to grab water", his brother Philippe teased, "Well, I think it's cute", his wife says while you stood there, a blushing mess at your boyfriend's (very much appreciated by you) displays of affection.

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After dinner, the group decided to take a walk were walking hand in hand back to your accommodation when a sudden breeze came by, promting goosebumps to appear on your skin and a slight hiss to leave your mouth, "I don't have anything to cover you, unless you want me to walk around shirtless", Pierre teased, bringing you in closer to his embrace in an attempt to warm you up, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head, not knowing that his father, who walked a few steps behing, had watched the whole interaction with a smile on his face.

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After the kids woke up from their naps, the first thing they wanted to do was run to their uncle Pierre so they could play together.

You were sitting outside with Pierre's mother and sisters in law having some chats, commenting you had seen recently and overall just spending some quality time together with the Gasly women when you heard squeals coming from inside, variations of Pierre's name being yelled by the kids, "Come play with us!", they asked as they emerged from the big window that led to rhe outside area. You saw Pierre holding the youngest, Leonard, on his hip as the other kids grabbed the hem of his shorts as they pulled him to the shallow bit of the pool so they could all play together. You watched on, seeing Pierre gently wet their heads so the sun wouldn't be as strong, helping them put their floaties on, splashing and pretending he was a shark and swimming near them, slowly tuning out the conversation happening at the table you were sat at and grabbing your phone so you could have a hard copy of this memory for later on, "they really are the cutest aren't they?", one of his sisters in law, Charlotte said, nodding to you so everyone could see how enamoured you were of Pierre playing with the kids, "they really are, and I know Pierre really missed them during the year, it's a shame we can't visit more often", you replied, thinking that they were talking about the uncle and nephew/niece relationship. Chuckling, she said "Well, I wasn't talking about them, although I appreciate the compliment. Think about how cute they are the next time I need you to babysit them and they want to destroy everything they can get their hands on", knowing how children could be, "Absolutely, look at them all giggly and cute, that's the best sound ever", you said as you heard your boyfriend's laughter mix in with the ones from the kids, not even taking the hint that you had been talking about different things.

Looking at her watch, Pascale called for the kids, mentioning that it would be a good time for them to come and eat something as well as have a drink, "They're growing up so fast, look at Leonard going, good job buddy!", your boyfriend's mother cheered her grandson on as he made his way over to the table while you went to help the other kids, handing them their towells and wrapping them so their body could dry and stay warm as they snacked on some food.

Charlottle smiled, "Seeing as things are, it won't be too long before there's a baby in our family again", she mused, looking at you and Pierre as you shared a kiss before he pulled you into the pool.

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"Auntie Y/N, can you put us to bed tonight?", Pierre's oldest niece said when her mother announced that it was time for the kids to go to bed and give the adults some relaxation for the rest of the night. They really weren't joking when they said that holidays with children were a very different type of holidays, not necessarily bad but definitely different.

When her mother looked over to you, not wanting to impose anything and ready to tell her daughter that you would do it other day if you wanted it that way, you left Pierre's embrace, putting your hands on your thighs as you got up, "Sure darlings, let's go. Say night night to everyone", you said as they went around the room to distribute kisses and goodnight wishes before you pressed a kiss to Pierre's forehead, "I'll be back once these monsters are asleep".

You quietly opened the door to the room where the younger ones were already asleep, making sure that they remained okay, noticing how Leonard didn't have his dummy in his mouth anymore, indicating he was in a deep sleep. Moving to the bedroom where Pierre's older nice was sleeping, you helped the five year old into her llama patterned pyjamas, tucking her in the bed and sitting next to her, "Do you want me to read a story? I can read from the book your mummy brought", you said as your grabbed it from the nightstand, "No, I want you to tell me the story of how you and uncle Pierre fell in love", she asked and you smiled. "Well", you began, "I can tell you about the time I fell in love with him. When we started dating, there was this song uncle Pierre used to sing everytime it was on the radio, and he would hum it too if we were just hanging out, and one day on my way to university I heard it playing on the radio and my heart got all fluttery and my tummy did as well", you explained, "is that how you fell in love with him?", she asked, her looking at you like you held all the knowledge in the world, "yes. The song reminded me of him and at that moment I just wanted to go to him and tell him that everytime I heard that song it reminded me of him", you explained. "You know he loves you a lot, right?", she said, almost like she was telling you a secret, "Yes, I know. And I love him very much too", you said as you brushed the hair on her forehead, "I know, you show it a lot", she chirped, surprising you with her smart choice of words. "Really? How come?", you questioned, wanting to know where this was going, "Well, you always kiss him in the morning when we go down for breakfast, he holds your hand when we are out, oh, and you always share your things with him too, and that's very nice, and you're always smiling when you're looking at him. And you make him laugh, and uncle Pierre always has shiny eyes when he's with you", she mused and you were at a loss for words. How did she notice all of that? "I hope one day I'm going to have a boyfriend like him, and we're going to love eachother as much as you and uncle Pierre do", she stated, her eyes getting droppier as she snuggled further into her pillow, "I hope you do, little one, it's the best thing in the world".

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[velvethana]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ 🐚 Pearl. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ་ ༘࿐

-‘๑’- wc 6k ✦ fluff ➔ composed for choi beomgyu.

"Hello? Did you hear anything I just said?"

You opened your eyes, the sun blaring in your face. Turning slightly, you recognize the familiar voice and match it to the face in front of you. Chaewon sat, snapping her fingers in your face.

“Sorry," you said. "What were you saying?"

You were sat between Chaewon and Yunjin on the beach, spread out lazily lounging around on beach towels.

The guys were out messing around in the water.

The sun blaring in your eyes wasn’t worth the hassle of trying to catch a glimpse.

Despite how early it had been in the hang out, you already felt yourself beginning to feel sun-sick. The hangover from the night before certainly didn’t help either.

It was eighty-seven degrees already, and it was just the after noon so you were sure that it would get even hotter as the hangout progressed.

When the summer vacation had started with your friends, you were already counting the days until it ended.

It wasn’t that you weren’t a fan of it, you definitely weren’t against the parties and the guys but you had your studies back at home that you wanted to get back to.

Now that the summer was ending, though, you wished that time would come to a slow.

“I said, what are you going to wear to Heeseung’s party?" Chaewon repeated.

She'd lined your towels up close, so that was like the two of you were on one big towel. Despite you arguing that she would block your sun, she simply winked at you.

She rolled onto her stomach to be face-to-face with you, placing your chin in her hands.

"I don't know," you said, shielding your eyes from the sun once again.

She had tiny sweat beads on her nose and she hummed for a moment as if in deep thought.

She said, "I'm going to wear that new sundress I bought with Kura at the outlet from the boardwalk."

You closed your eyes again, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. Since you were wearing sunglasses, she couldn't tell if your eyes were open or not anyway.

“Which one?"

"You know, the cute one with the pink ribbon that ties around the neck. I showed it to you, like, two days ago." Chaewon let out an impatient little sigh as you gave her a sheepish smile.

"Oh, yeah," you said but you could tell that she knew you still didn’t remember.

“You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?” A familiar mischievous smirk grew on her face and you opened your eyes just to roll them.

“Is Kura coming to the party?” You asked, attempting to change the subject.

“Nope,” she said popping the ‘p’ sound. “Says she’s too busy for it.”

“Well, I don’t blame her. Last time she came she had to hold back Yuri’s hair… not a fun time.”

You hummed in response, recalling the night. Heeseung’s parties were mainly just an accumulation of all the random early 20 somethings visiting for the summer looking for free drinks, it wasn’t unusual for someone to have one too many.

“You know, Beomgyu is going to be there…” her voice trailed off into a whistle and you sent a glare her way, sitting up.

“I’m not thinking about him. Plus, Jake is the one who invited me. Wouldn’t it be rude if I hung out with another guy?”

Chaewon’s eyes trailed behind you, widening a bit before she shook her head and smiled at you again. “I’m sure Jake wouldn’t mind, he’s a dog anyways he wouldn’t care.”

“A dog? Nice, Chae.” You snickered, causing her to rapidly wave her hands in front of her in defense.

“I meant in a golden retriever way! If anything, he’d probably be happy for you.”

“Right…”

You started to say something else, something nice about the usual crowd you saw at the parties or even an excuse of being ‘too tired’ from the bonfire last night but suddenly felt ice-cold aluminum sticking to the back of your neck.

You let out a yelp as you quickly turned around, shooing away in whatever direction the cold can came from.

In turning, you came face-to-face with Yeonjun, crouched down next to you with a dripping Coke can in his hand, laughing his head off.

You glared at him, wiping off your neck. You were starting to get sick of him and his friends entirely considering how much they occupied your mind— and days in general.

“What the hell, Yeonjun?”

He was still laughing, which made you even more annoyed as you pushed yourself to stand up, shoving his shoulder.

“God, you're so immature."

"But you looked really hot," he protested. "I was trying to cool you off!”

Chaewon and Yunjin laughed at this, Yunjin turning fully to face the commotion.

“Nice one, Yeonjun. Very smooth.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and he flashed her a charming smile.

You didn't answer him, placing your hand on the back of your neck. Your jaw began to feel really tight, and you could feel all the other girls staring at you expectantly.

Yeonjun’s flirting was just a part of being his friend, after all. Everyone knew that it wasn’t necessarily targeted, though he did always say that you were his favorite to mess with so that could be debatable in your eyes.

And then Yeonjun’s smile slightly slipped away and he said, "Sorry. You want this Coke?"

You shook your head, and he shrugged before retreating back over to the water.

Yunjin shook her head, turning her attention back to the magazine she was flipping through. “Guys never learn…”

As she trailed off, you felt blood rush to your face out of embarrassment. Normally you would entertain his flirting, hell sometimes you were even the one to initiate it, but the past few days all you could focus on was him.

It was annoying, really. Yeonjun and you were always playful together but over this summer specifically, things seemed to change. Now all you wanted to do was talk to his friend but it seemed like he was ignoring you for some reason.

Still, your annoyance with his friend being taken out on him was less than fair and you knew it.

Being mean to Yeonjun was like being mean to a puppy. There was just no sense in it and you’d just feel bad afterwards. Too late, you tried to catch Yeonjun’s eye, but he didn't look back at you.

Chaewon sighed, “always tearing men apart. Aren’t you, Y/N?” She asked in a low voice.

You lay back down on your towel, this time face up hoping to hide the regret on your face.

You took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. The music from Kazuha’s phone was giving you a headache from the volume.

Chaewon leaned over and pushed up your sunglasses so she could see your eyes. She peered at you with concerned eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just too hot out here." You wiped sweat off your forehead with the back of your arm.

"Don't be embarrassed. Yeonjun can't help being an idiot around you, he likes you."

"Yeonjun doesn't like me," you said, looking away from her.

It was obvious that you were trying to convince yourself.

Yeonjun did sort of like you, in the same way a boy likes his favorite toy. You were well aware of the fact that he liked you: you just wished he didn’t.

"Sure, he's totally into you. Just like Jongho, just like Shotaro. I still think you should give at least one of them a chance. It'll take your mind off of you-know-who."

You turned your head away from her and she said, "How about I do your makeup for the party tonight? I can use that cute pink glitter you liked last time!”

The idea of getting ready with Chaewon was comforting, even if you weren’t too keen on going anyways. “Sure.”

"What are you going to wear?"

You shrugged before noticing she had begun scrolling through her phone. Realizing that she hadn’t seen, you replied.

"I'm not sure."

Chaewon nodded, eyebrows knitted tightly together as if the decision was a crucial one.

"Well, you have to look cute because everybody's gonna be there," Chaewon said.

You had caught onto her emphasis of the word ‘everyone’ but decided not to comment on it.

"I'll come over early and we can get ready together." You nodded, closing your eyes once again with a deep sigh.

The bonfire casted a warm glow against the darkening sky, flickering flames dancing in the cool evening air.

You sat, Jisung’s arm draped around your shoulder as you downed another drink. Despite the close contact, everyone was well aware that the two of you weren’t together.

For the most part, everyone knew that you were single. You had made it very clear, despite your constant flirting that you weren’t looking for a relationship in the slightest— hell, usually when the summers would end you’d completely go ghost on everyone to return to your normal life.

What happens in Busan stays in Busan and all that nonsense.

Amidst the lively chatter and laughter, you had noticed a boy chatting with Yeonjun, silhouette illuminated by the fire's light as he fiddled with the a camera in his hands.

You’d seen him plenty of times before but never managed to talk to him by yourself, usually getting wrapped up in conversations with Yeonjun and his other friend, Kai.

Shrugging off Jisung’s shoulder you gave him a quick excuse, though he was too immersed in his conversation to even notice.

“Yeonjun! Who’s this?” You asked, stumbling a bit as you plopped yourself onto the log next to them.

Yeonjun’s eyes widened a bit at your suden appearance but he quickly eased into it, pulling his friend into him with a proud smile.

“Choi Beomgyu! Choi Beomgyu, this is Busan’s dear party girl, Y/N.”

“Beomgyu. Just Beomgyu.” The guy gave you a smile, though all you could focus on was his hair at the moment and how soft it looked.

“Not property of Busan, Yeonjun. I just come through sometimes…”

“Right. Y/N here is our summer storm.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, “summer storm?”

“Every summer, returning to break boys hearts.” Suddenly, the idea of boasting about your reputation filled you with embarrassment.

You shook your head, letting out a forced laugh. “He’s joking! Obviously.”

“In other news, I haven’t seen you around much. Are you new here?” Beomgyu nodded.

“I guess you could say that. I usually come with Yeonjun and the others, just not big on the whole party scene.”

Yeonjun let out a dramatic wail, “poor guy stays in the vacation house the entire time. I tell him it’s no way to spend the summer but he never listens!”

The idea of spending the summer inside their vacation home did sound painfully dreadful— not that it was a bad home or anything, you’d been over a few times to hangout with Yeonjun and Soobin but it was fairly small to fit all four of them— or five now, you suppose.

The idea that there had been another guy with them the entire time that you never met made you the slightest bit annoyed at Yeonjun for not introducing you, especially considering how cute he was.

“I get it, a fellow introvert.” You said as Yeonjun gave you a bewildered look. “Fellow? You’re the least introverted person I know.”

Upon noticing the glare you gave him, Yeonjun’s mouth quickly reverted to his normal pout before he let out a hum of realization.

When people called you a chameleon, you always thought it was a bit funny. Although it was true in some ways with how you would change and shape yourself to match those around you.

The nickname didn’t bother you, though the scaled animal itself was less than appealing to be compared to.

“Regardless,” you started. “I can respect it. Sometimes it's nice to escape the chaos, you know?”

Beomgyu nodded before a small, playful smirk grew on his face, looking up at you. “Summer storms bring chaos wherever they go though, don’t they?”

The heat that you felt rush to your face had you clearing your throat before letting out an embarrassed laugh, reminding yourself to punch Yeonjun for calling you that later.

“R-Right…”

It must have been obvious that Beomgyu had you flustered because Yeonjun snickered before excusing himself, rushing back to the bonfire, probably to gossip about whatever was going on with the two of you with their friends.

“It's quieter over here, at least.” He said, taking a drink from the cup he was holding.

You wanted to ask what he was drinking but it seemed to just be water.

“Well, what's your story then? What do you do when you're not dodging party invitations?”

Beomgyu shrugs, tilting his head slightly. You notice how his hair frames his face so perfectly and again, you find yourself fighting the urge to brush it out of his face.

“Mostly just listen to or make music. And you?” Your eyes widened a bit at the idea of him making music.

Throughout your years visiting, you’d surely met hundreds of guys who claimed to be musicians.

Some were surely better than others but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes after the third time. Claiming to be a musician just felt like the oldest trick in the book now.

Despite this, you found yourself interested in Beomgyu’s music specifically as you shuffled closer slightly. As if it would somehow serve to let you know more about him.

“Oh, you know, the usual. Hanging out with friends, smoothies and açaí bowls… hitting up every party within a ten-mile radius and waking up with the worst headache ever thanks to Soobin’s mystery concoctions.“

Beomgyu gave you a look as if to ask if you were crazy, “I wouldn’t put anything in my body that Soobin makes. That’s your first mistake.”

A genuine laugh slipped and you shook your head, leaning in as you held eye contact with him. Unlike you expected him to, he didn’t seem to shy away from you.

Most strangely, you found that you couldn’t read him at all.

It stayed like that for a while.

“Let’s take a picture together! To preserve this memory. To new friends, right?”

“Sure. To new friends.”

That moment it felt as though the hands of time stood stilll; Beomgyu and his camera smile— a flash of something real.

Your heart fluttered at the click of the camera’s shutter, and that was it.

The two of you talked until the evening, agreeing to meet again once the sun came up.

You knew that you would be hungover and dreaded the idea of getting up early but decided to deal with it to spend more time with him.

And so you met up once more, traveling down the beach’s trail as the moon came out for awhile; the trail lights glowing warmly creating a halo around him.

He’d offer to take a photo and you’d gladly pose for him, grateful that he wanted to remember you.

With each click of the camera, the clock would pause and resume its ticking with your heart on the dial.

Beomgyu had agreed to come out to more parties for the promise of seeing you and you found yourself searching for him at every function.

The two of you began to emerge during each other’s off hours simply to connect as often as you could, summer’s clock ticking away.

There were a few whispers about you and your new ‘boy toy’ but you couldn’t find it in you to entertain them like all the times before.

Something about him grabbed you, genuinely, for the first time in years. Anytime you thought that you had nailed him down he seemed to surprise you again.

Your ‘Mr. Mysterious’ quickly became ‘Mr. Perfect’ in your mind and as embarrassing as it was, you found yourself checking your phone often for his texts.

Despite your seemingly contrasting personalities, you felt a genuine connection spark, conversations somehow flowing effortlessly.

And that’s how you found yourself completely overthinking everyday leading up to the end of summer.

The idea of going from talking to and seeing Beomgyu everyday to not at all was sickening to you.

Something you never worried about before, the mere idea of him forgetting about you made you nauseous.

Though, you were far too prideful to ever truly admit that to someone, it was fairly obvious to everyone around you with how your behavior had changed.

Rejecting any and all advances toward you, instead opting to look for that familiar head of brown hair and finding yourself waiting for him.

Impatient as always, you’d stand with your arms crossed tapping your feet in annoyance at the curious glances thrown your way but the second he would show up, the biggest smile would make its’ way onto your face as the world melted away.

You wondered if he himself had noticed that change or if he thought that was just how you were.

Saving yourself and your time for him, precious nights spent partying without a care in the world had turned into nights focusing only on him. Or alternatively, your nights being ruined when he didn’t show.

The rest of the summer seemed to fly by quickly, regardless of how agonizingly slow it felt waiting for him to make a move.

There were times when you were sure it would be it, quiet moments in the car before he had dropped you off at home. Your breath hitched as he looks at you from behind his glasses, only for him to smile and give you a ‘get home safe.’

That was the last night you had seen him, a week and a day ago. You would be embarrassed of how long you had been keeping count if you weren’t upset by it.

In the end though, you guessed that was what you got for waiting around for some guy.

“Y/N, you’re spacing out again.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Kazuha laughed as she turned back to the mirror, applying her lip gloss.

“You know, even if Beomgyu doesn’t show up I’m sure Yeonjun will.”

“Beomgyu will show up!” Chaewon cheered, pausing for a moment while she applied your eyeliner.

She must have noticed that her voice came off much too certain as everyone in the room gave her a confused look.

She laughed nervously before continuing. “I-I mean… I asked Yeonjun and he said he was going, so…”

“Right.” Yunjin said, drawing it out as she straightened out her bangs.

“You said he hasn’t answered you in a while, right?” Eunchae asked from the doorway, shoveling spoonfuls of fruit loops into her mouth.

“Uh… yeah.” Your voice was quiet and it was obvious that you were embarrassed about it.

“Want me to send a pipe bomb to his house?” She asked, eyes cast down as she scooped up more cereal.

Chaewon paused to slowly turn to Eunchae who shrugged, causing you to laugh and relax the slightest bit.

“I don’t think blowing up Y/N’s boy of the week is good for the singles’ economy. Who knows, he might come back in the cycle.”

“I don’t care if he shows up, anyway.” Kazuha and Yunjin silently shared a knowingly glance.

Chaewon frowned, fixated on the glitter she was applying to your eyelid.

Eunchae smiled, dimples showing as she shook her head. “He totally got you, didn’t he?”

A part of you wanted to deny it, but the silence that fell over the room with soft music playing from the speakers was enough to tell you that there was no point anymore.

No matter how many times you’d argue, swinging like a pendulum between yes and no— you’d always reach the same conclusion.

You always wondered if the mind answered to the heart. The way it always conjured up things that weren’t there. The prizes he won for you at the boardwalk’s arcade and the way he held your hands in his as he tried to teach you to play some dumb shooting game.

You didn’t pay attention to the screen and he laughed with you focused on him being so close.

There was never a chance for you to try and change how you acted around him, he saw right through it.

Maybe that was the reason you found meaning behind everything he did when it came to you.

How he plagued your mind like a disease, invading your space like some irritating bug you couldn’t quite catch.

And you could never place what was so different about him compared to everyone else you had talked to. Something about being with him felt like being home, somehow.

So despite the growing irritation, you would wait until summer’s end.

Wanting the mirage knowing it will never be enough.

But your heart doesn’t have eyes and the mind cannot resist when it asks.

You sighed. “Maybe he did.”

The beach house party was already irritating to you once you arrived. The girls kept together as they all went to get drinks and you set off on your own.

And even though you swore it wasn’t to go find your pest of a guy friend that you may or may not have had a tiny crush on, it was obvious that no one believed you.

The party had been loud and crowded like all the ones before but now the mass amount of sweaty people just irked you and dancing seemed far less appealing.

Maybe you had finally gotten over the scene and preferred something much more down to earth and personal.

It made you sad in a way, but you chalked it up to the fact that things always change.

Only the golden sand stretching outside into the horizon provided comfort as you peered out to the waves through the pane of glass.

Torches outside lined the perimeter and flickering flames adding a warm glow to the gathering as a few stragglers hung outside.

The sliding glass doors blurred the boundaries between the inside and outside and you felt drawn to the deck, eventually giving up on searching for Beomgyu.

Considering he hadn’t been answering your messages anyways, you assumed he wouldn’t bother talking to you even if he was there.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called for you and before you could turn, a heavy arm found its way around your shoulder as the guy practically dropped into your lap.

“…Soobin?” You gave him a confused look. The two of you had talked tons of times but you wouldn’t consider you particularly close.

He also wasn’t one to play into your usual flirting so for him to, quite literally, throw himself at you was strange.

“Yeah, yeah!”

“Are you… okay?” There wasn’t much concern in your voice. After all, you’d seen Soobin drink a fair amount of times and he seemed to handle the morning after well enough so you figured he’d be fine.

“Yeah! Yeah, I was looking for you.”

“For me?” Now, there was a bit of concern in your voice. A small part of you nagged at you for being so selfish but you brushed it to the back of your mind.

“Yeahhh…”

“Why?”

He hummed, raising an eyebrow at you with puffed out cheeks. As cute as he was, you were already beginning to feel a little annoyed.

Curse you for being sober.

Gently, you reached out, pinching his cheeks where his dimples were. “Spit it out?”

“Oh! Yeahh, Beomgyu’s looking for you.” At this, your eyes seemed to light up and betray you as Soobin’s smile grew even wider, taking notice.

The deck was adorned with string lights and colorful lanterns that must have begun blurring together for Soobin as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

Knowing the feeling all too well, you let out a sigh. “Stay here, I’ll get you some water.”

Standing up, you gently pushed him off of you and he frowned.

“What about Beomgyu?” His voice called over to your retreating form.

You let out a huff as you waved a hand back towards him dismissively. “What about him!”

As you made your way back inside, lounge furniture was scattered throughout as guests were spread all over.

A makeshift bar was set up in one corner, stocked with an array of cocktails and chilled beverages. When you reached the table, grabbing a cup and sharply turning to make your way to the kitchen a body suddenly blocked you.

“Y/N!” Looking up, you sighed with relief.

“Jake, hi.”

“You’re not drinking?” He asked, motioning to the empty cup in your hand as he held his between his lips.

Ignoring the way he had asked as if he was genuinely shocked at the idea, you shook your head.

“Maybe later. Right now I’m getting water for a completely wasted Soobin.” Jake nodded, gently guiding you by your arm to move behind him as someone shoved the two of you.

He gave them a glare before returning to you with kind eyes. “Don’t let me stop you then. I just wanted to let you know that Beomgyu’s been looking for you.”

It was almost like the mention of his name alone gave you a headache with the way you audibly groaned.

“Thanks, Jake.” You said with a thin smile, pushing past him as he gave you a confused look.

Finally reaching the kitchen after a few minutes that felt like ages, you filled the cup with ice and water before returning to Soobin.

Stepping through the glass door once more, you saw the all too familiar back of a head.

“Beomgyu,” You started.

“Hey, Y—”

“Y/N!” Soobin cheered, pulling Beomgyu in close to him and pointing. “Y/N’s here! You were looking for her and now you’re here. Both— you’re both here. My favorite couples here!”

“Not a couple.” The two of you said in unison.

Even though you had said it as well, you couldn’t help but feel upset by how quick he responded. How hypocritical.

Soobin looked between the two of you before groaning, taking the cup out of your hands and downing it.

“AH— Ice water? Are you trying to kill me?”

You shrugged, sitting on the opposite side of Soobin from Beomgyu.

“I was hoping the cold would shock your nervous system back to normal and factory reset you or something.”

Soobin paused for a minute before nodding. “Very smart. I admire woman in stem.”

“Don’t you mean women?” Beomgyu asked, amused.

Soobin just shook his head.

“Why did you drink so much anyway?” You asked.

It wasn’t like Soobin was a prude when it came to drinking but more often than not, him and Kai were the sober ones of their friend group. At least, unless they were celebrating something.

“Wowww, I am so glad you asked.” Soobin motioned from you to Beomgyu, leaning back slightly.

“Take it away.” He said, only for Beomgyu to shoot him a look that you couldn’t exactly read.

Soobin deadpanned at the silence before letting out a huff, pushing himself up clumsily and stretching. “I am.. celebrating!” He raised his arms up for only a moment before they dropped to his sides.

“You,” he started pointing at Beomgyu. “Do the thing. I’m outta here.”

With that, he stumbled away to go find Kai. You furrowed your eyebrows at the fact that he had basically just thrown you to the wolves but decided to chalk it up to the fact that he was inebriated.

“So…” Beomgyu began to trail off and you huffed, arms wrapping around yourself for comfort.

If he had asked, you were just cold.

“You haven’t answered me in a week. That’s kind of a dick move— actually, no. Not kind of. It is a dick move. You’re a dick, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu let out an exasperated sigh and you opened your mouth to berate him before he nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Expecting him to argue back, his lack of defense made your annoyed expression morph into one of confusion.

“…Huh.”

“I was a dick,” he started. “I should have answered you, there’s no reason for me to not have. I think I just needed some time to myself after getting burnt out from going out so often and I got caught up in my own world. I’m sorry.”

His response was clear and communicative and you found yourself feeling embarrassed for trying to start an argument. Because he wasn’t like any other guy you had talked to and you seemed to forget that.

“I’m sorry for being rude.” He shook his head and smiled.

“You just missed me, right? You have a reason to be hurt.”

The familiar feeling of your chest tightening made you clear your throat. “As if…”

Beomgyu laughed. “Alright. You missed my camera, then?” He asked, holding up the camera he had in his lap.

You hadn’t even noticed it throughout Soobin’s antics but now that it was in front of you, your eyes became fixated on it.

“Maybe just you.” You muttered, putting your hand over his and pushing the camera back to his lap gently.

“Knew it.”

“Don’t get cocky.” You said with a huff, finally meeting his eyes, not even realizing that he moved closer in Soobin’s absence.

“I couldn’t. Never with you. You keep me humble.”

With him sitting in front of you, eyes as warm as always you found him only confirming what you were afraid of.

You didn’t just love Beomgyu, you were in love with him.

“I think I hated being away from you more than anything. Like, ever.” Beomgyu paused for a moment before nodding.

“Me too.”

You shook your head, “well it didn’t seem like it.”

“I think missing you was easier for me because of all the pictures of you I have.“ Your breath almost caught in your throat at the comment, imagining him hanging up the photos he had taken on each of your outings in his room like precious memories.

“I forgot that just because I got to see you everyday, that didn’t mean you could see me. Sorry, Y/N.”

And it was true. Despite your bugging Beomgyu much preferred to be behind a camera than in front of it and you didn’t want to bother him so eventually you had stopped asking.

All you had was one shaky photo of Beomgyu next to your drunk self, both of you giving a thumbs up. An embarrassing photo that you would rather take to your grave than make your lockscreen for all to see.

“You better make it up to me. Summer’s already ending, you know…” your voice trailed off and he could sense the hurt behind your words as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

Despite the loud music from inside and the few stray party goers outside with you both, the moment felt way too intimate for your liking.

“You’re right. We’ll just have to make the most of it, right?”

Another annoyed sigh came from you and you turned, cheek pressed against your knee as you glared up at him.

“So, you excited to get back home to your girlfriend?” Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at you.

“My… girlfriend? Y/N, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You groaned, “then why haven’t you asked me?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper and you were sure that he didn’t even hear you. Before you could try and backtrack, he chuckled.

“God, you’re impatient aren’t you?” Straightening back up, you gawked at him.

“Me?! Impatient? I’ve been waiting, like, all summer!”

“I meant right now,” he said mindlessly combing through his camera’s gallery.

Eventually he stopped, turning it to you. On the small screen, fuzzy and dark was the photo of the two of you that first night you had met only illuminated by the fire nearby.

Before you could ask him why he was showing you that, he cut you off.

“I had to ask Yeonjun beforehand. Since I’m such a good friend.” His voice was teasing as you rolled your eyes.

“And before you deny him liking you, I already know that he did.” You reminded yourself to curse at yourself later for being so predictable.

“Anyway, he was cool about it so I just had to think over how I wanted to tell you how I felt.”

“How you felt?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I think the best ways for me to communicate are through music and pictures, so I wanted to do something with those.” He let out an irritated huff before gently handing you his camera, your eyes still fixated on the photo of you both.

Shuffling through his side bag, he pulled out a folder. It was a normal white folder but on it was small doodles of bears and other animals. It was cutesy, not what you were expecting, but cute.

“But, I don’t have access to any of my recording stuff here so I figured the pictures would have to do.”

You hesitated for a moment to open the folder before he nudged you. Gently, you opened it up and slid out the photos. They were physical prints of all the photos he had taken of you and the one you had taken together.

“I think that the best pictures are ones we take of the people we love.” He said, voice a bit quieter than before as if not to scare you.

The kindness in his words hit you and the weight held behind them made you almost want to cry as you were reminded all over again.

You loved Beomgyu.

And you almost wished that you never did because loving him was like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with your eyes bright and skyward as the sun shined down on you, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how you would get back down.

Because the comfort in knowing he would be there to catch you if you fell was worlds more painful than the idea of falling at all.

Falling into the realization that if you were to lose him and the summer, a whole universe would go along with him.

In changing yourself for every guy that you’d talked to, entering stages for some momentary fun only to leave in the morning and forget once summer ended, you picture all your other selves, standing in line like a row of dominoes; separate but part of the same disjointed whole.

None of them felt like you, not anymore. Not when he saw right through you like this.

Yet, how could you hold a single one accountable when all you wanted was to be loved?

The realization for Beomgyu had come much too soon for his liking. Almost as if he had fallen face first into love, simultaneously knocking the air out of him while helping him see things much clearer.

How much easier it got for him to imagine you as a young girl. To think about your worn-out heart, breaking for the things you couldn't hold on to such as childhood pets and toys. The wish that he had met you sooner, if only to love you for longer.

The moment that the realization had come, the flash had hit you as he stared at you through the view finder. Your prettiest smile through his lens, he could somehow taste the salt of the sea when you both were miles inland.

Whenever you were together, the ocean felt like a fractured memory of when you had first met.

Your reputation never mattered to him, everyone had something they were known for. Who you were in front of his camera: he believed in that version of you. He loved that version of you.

He loved you.

And in the moments where you would slip, showing some sign of sincerity with your soft spoken words and your gentle glances, he had always known.

How you threw yourself blindly at the world and its people, hoping that it would always open its arms up to you and find you a home.

You weren’t some disastrous storm wreaking havoc— he found a pearl a much more suitable comparison. Like the ones you would look for on every beach, the place you felt most at home.

A pearl. Soft and sensitive to the world around it, yet as beautiful as the ocean it made its’ home.

-‘๑’- return to music box. ➔ masterlist.

#ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི​ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི song selected ✦ now playing: pearl. ࣪˖ #ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི​ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི song credits ✦ written for: choi beomgyu. ࣪˖ #⭒ extras [🪞] #txt scenarios #txt x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #happy birthday beomgyu!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi!! First of all thanks for doing god's work! This blog really helped me find some of my favorite fics <3

I was looking for fics where stiles is new to the town. I read Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain and What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm and I'm kinda obsessed with it?

Thanks!

Hey @attentionzero! @kevaaronday found these for you.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 



“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 



Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 



DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

(4/4 I 118,749 I Explicit I Sterek)

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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A Teenage Love Story by HaleHathNoFury (26/26 | 155,834 | Explicit | Sterek)

Stiles is sick and tired of how much he fucks up. His dad is disappointed, his step-mom judges and his step-brother can do no wrong. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just gets so tired of being different. Now he's being moved lock, stock and barrel to Beacon Hills aka the town his mom grew up in so they can go live in his grandma's house and his father can get him back on the straight and narrow. 

It's going to suck.

487 by Finduilas (14/14 | 52,840 | Explicit | Sterek) Two years after graduating from the Police Academy, Stiles decides to transfer to the Beacon Hills Police Department, where his father is Chief. But when he gets assigned his new partner, Stiles isn't so sure if the transfer was a good idea. Derek 'Officer Grumpy Cat' Hale isn't exactly his first choice of partner. Then again, Stiles really isn't Derek's first choice either.

Northern Blues by kaistrex (12/12 | 40,682 | Explicit | Sterek) When Stiles steps into the room that the Hale house has conjured for him to stay in, the first thing he sees is a window already open, letting in a pleasant breeze. The second is a door in the right-hand wall.

Laura clears her throat, scratching at her nose. “That leads to Derek’s room.”

Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up and a laugh bursts out before he can stop it. Now he understands how the pack knew this room probably wouldn’t belong to his dad (which, gross).

He looks over his shoulder at Derek who’s glaring pointedly at everything except for Stiles with pink-tipped ears.

“Presumptuous. I like it,” he says to the house, patting one of the walls and throwing a wink at Derek hovering in the doorway.

_

When the Hale pack transitions to a new Alpha, Stiles is thrilled to be assigned to Beacon Hills to try out as their new Emissary. He and his dad are immediately enamoured with the idyllic little town, fitting right in with the rest of the Hales – except for Derek. The new Alpha shows no signs of welcome, but it will be hard for him to stay stubborn in the face of his family’s encouragement and a sentient house that has plans for the two of them whether Derek likes it or not.

The Wonderful Mess We Made by haleonwheels (12/12 | 34,619 | Explicit | Sterek) Derek is Scott's rude older brother. Scott is Stiles' new best friend. Stiles is in a really hard situation (in more ways than one).

Or the one where Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills from New York City and immediately befriends Scott McHale. Scott tells Stiles he's an only child--except he really, really isn't. So how was Stiles supposed to know Derek From The Jungle is actually Derek McHale, Scott's older brother that he kept secret for a reason?

Not Who You Think I Am by GrimReaperlover11 (17/? | 28,611 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski is the new kid at Beacon HIlls HIgh. Derek Hale finds himself wanting to be friends with the new student. however, will these feelings change when Stiles reveals himself to not be exactly who he says he is?

Maidens, Mothers, and Crones, Oh My! By Panicitsamelon (14/? | 22,760 | Teen | Sterek) (aka)

Hunters, Wolves, and Sparks, Oh My!

(aka)

Psychos, Brooders, and Not-Quite-Damsels In Distress, Oh My!

(I could keep going, but I'm gonna stop before it gets worse.)

Stiles Argent lost his mother at a young age. He continued to live with his stepfather, Chris, and eventually stepmother, Victoria, and stepsister, Allison, as they traveled across the country for his stepparent's work. 

Everything is normal... until it isn't. 

When they move to Beacon Hills, Stiles discovers there are a lot of secrets his family has kept from him, especially about his mother. 

Or

Magic? Like more than herbs and manifestation... that shit's real, apparently and Stiles isn't exactly sure why, but his is leading him to people and places all over town. He's just a high school student trying to make friends (and maybe get laid) at his new school. He didn't plan for comatose uncles, scary-hot siblings, and people trying to kill him.

True Love’s Kiss Isn't Always The Cure by nicole135 (19/19 | 22,037 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles isn't normal, well at least on the inside. He's a Spark, a trait he inherited from his late mother; it's something that has run in her family since before her Polish ancestors first inhabited America's soil when America was being colonized. Now when Stiles' father moved to Beacon Hills for the job opening of Sheriff, Stiles follows six months later after spending time learning from his Gran, only to dive head first into the towns deadly secret, one that has affected the town since it was first founded. It's a curse that affects the whole town, and when Stiles finds out, it's the same one his mother told him about in bedtime stories, one that has haunted every generation of his mother's family ever since the curse was cast.

Just A Moment Too Late by gremlins-came-and-got-me (7/7 | 13,164  | Mature | Sterek) Derek Hale is fourteen when he is murdered. Instead of that being the end of his story, he watches life go on for the people of Beacon Hills, until one day he sees a new family move in. Stiles Stilinski doesn't mind Beacon Hills. His dad is the new sheriff, so everyone treats him well. However, Stiles is a detective at heart, and Beacon Hills has a secret: Derek Hale's murder.

Of course, Stiles can't leave well enough alone. He's going to solve Derek's murder if it's the last thing he does.

It just might be.

How are you so bad at this? By thornconnelly (11/ | 6,242 | Gen | Sterek) Stiles moves to Beacon Hills at the start of senior year of high school. Before class even starts, he bumps into a very cute and flirty werewolf who happens to be in almost all of his classes, and who is seemingly TERRIBLE at hiding his werewolfy traits.

Moving to beacon Hills by hufflepuffbaby (1/1 | 1,453 | Gen) Stiles moves to Beacon Hills after his dad is offered the Sheriff's job. He's only been there three days, but he's pretty sure he's already found his best friend.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #submissions

[barzysunflower]

not sure if you’re still taking summer vacation requests… but…

I’m in my Tyson Jost era. I’m thinking coastal California road trip or scenic Canadian road trip - no plans, no reservations just pure vanilla cream cold brew, pop punk singalongs, ukulele duets, the open road, beautiful scenery and friends to lovers.

that’s all! 💕

thank you!! love love love josty and I really like this one so I hope you do too!!

word count: 1.3k

come along the world trip

📍banff, canada with tyson jost

You had been on the road with your best friend Tyson for a few days now. Your ultimate goal was to end up in Banff, but your trip to get there was very spontaneous and you were just going to see what happened. After the crazy few months Tyson had, being traded from the Avalanche then seeing them win the cup without him just a few months later then being traded again a short time after that, he was exhausted and just happy to be at home to spend some time with you and his family.

But sitting at home in your small home town soon proved to be a bit boring. Tyson packet up his car, drove to your place, made you pack a bag and off you went. "Banff." Was all he said when you asked where he was planning to go. "Let's just see what happens."

While the drive from St. Albert (I hope that's still where his family lives lol) to Banff technically was only about a four hour drive, you had been on the road for days. He drove you to the Rocky Mountains and that's where you planned on making your way down to Banff. You stopped frequently to go hiking and explore the little mountain towns and then crashed in a nearest hotel for the night or once you had even spent the night in the car. Not the most comfortable night, but definitely the most fun. He had brought his ukulele and you spent a long time coming up with your own songs. It was an especially intimate night you shared, one that really brought all of your feelings for him to the surface. But not wanting to ruin the moment, you kept your mouth shut like you had been doing for the last few years.

Since he didn't live close to you for most of the year and you were only able to visit him every so often you were fine managing your feelings towards him, but every time you saw him, especially now sitting in such tight quarters, they just floated right back up to the surface.

"Alright, next stop: Banff." You had a relaxing morning in the mountains. A nice breakfast with a view, then explored the surroundings a bit more while your laundry was being washed. This hotel thankfully had a few washers and driers, because you had already run out of clean clothes since you didn't expect to be gone so long. But neither of you minded. With the clothes dry, you packed up again and left for your final destination. Not before stopping for your favorite vanilla cream cold brews that had been an every day staple on this trip.

"There! I saw the lake!" You opened your window all the way to see better, but the lake had already disappeared behind a mountain. But the glimpse you got was absolutely stunning. Everything around here was. Tyson grinned back at you, equally excited to see the famous lake with its quaint little town.

On the way, you had booked a small and overpriced Airbnb, but that was the only thing available so you took it. You got settled there, but immediately left again to go on another little hike. You stopped at a grocery store for sandwiches and snacks and off you went again. Keeping up with Tyson was usually difficult, but since he was tired from the season, you had no trouble staying beside him.

"I think I wanna move here," you said, taking a bit of your sandwich, when you paused to take a break. You had stopped at a spot that gave you a perfect overview of the lake below you surrounded by mountains and trees.

"It is beautiful here," he agreed. "I'm surprised you haven't complained yet. I've never seen you so active."

"Hey!" You punched him lightly in the arm. You were both laughing. You paused for a moment, then spoke again. "I'm just happy to spend time with you."

"Me too," he said wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. He kissed the top of your head, like he always did, and even though your heart ached for him, you knew he didn't mean it that way. You pulled away quickly, taking another bite of your food to distract yourself. "I am happy you're here. I really needed this."

You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "You're happy there though, right?"

"Yeah, I'm happy there." He brushed his curls out of his face. "Wish you were there though."

"Doesn't everybody?" You tried to joke, but it probably didn't come off like you intended. For how long have you wished you lived closer to him? Lived with him.

You both laughed awkwardly, as you could feel the mood change. Then you jumped up and started packing your food away. "Uhm. Let's keep going."

He did the same and followed your steps closely. But you didn't get very far before you felt his big hand wrap around your forearm and spin you around. You landed right on his chest and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

Frozen, you didn't react while his lips were still touching yours. Oh god. He was kissing you. He was kissing you.

"Sorry, I–" Tyson pulled away embarrassed, but your hands quickly grabbed his cheeks and pulled him back in. "... been meaning to do that for a while."

You smiled and kissed him over and over again until your sweet pecks turned into more. He had you pressed against a boulder and his hands firmly on yours hips as he explored your mouth. Gently, but so passionately you thought you were about to sink into the ground.

Breathlessly, you broke the kiss after a while, but his forehead still leaned against yours as you stood there in silence. In the distance there were sounds of a waterfall, birds, sounds of the forest, and people approaching, but you couldn't hear any of it. You were in a bubble of realization of what just happened, but no regret. Far from that. His gaze was full of love and happiness, which you returned, and although you thought it was impossible, you loved those soft eyes of his even more now.

"Tys," you whispered softly, tilting your head back to feel his lips again. He brushed them with his, gently teasing you.

"I don't know what happened, but after you visited me last time, something changed. I don't know but I realized how much I loved you and how deep down I always have. I was kind of scared to say something, but god, (y/n) when you say these things to me, I–"

"Now you know how I've felt these past few years."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to put you through that." He kissed you. And again. And a third time. "Can you forgive me for my brain just lacking?"

You nodded before he even finished asking his question. You wanted him and never once blamed him for anything. Desperately, you went in for another kiss with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Wow, hold up," Tyson pulled back before your lips made contact. "I realized I just told you that I loved you. Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"No." You managed to pull him back in. "Tys, I've loved you all the time I've known you. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, telling me that. Now would you please just kiss me! I've been waiting for this for years!"

"Yea, Ma'am," he whispered with a chuckle and finally age you that kiss you'd been waiting for.

#tyson jost #travel with me summer 23 #tyson jost fic #nhl fics #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #buffalo sabres #tyson jost imagine #mat barzal #hockey fics

[esmedelacroix]

❅☃❅Hiii I would like to request something for the christmas-fluffdown

I have been thinking about x reader story with a ice skating scenario with any jjba character from part 5

That's all thanks for taking the time to read this ❅☃❅

hey non non! im actually rewatching part 5 right now so this is perfect! hope you like ;)

17 days til' Christmas

ice skating date with boyfriend!bruno bucciarati ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You met your boyfriend Bruno Bucciarati when you were on a vacation trip with your best friends. Going to Italy with your girlfriends, you expected a fleeting summer romance. That's not what happened with Bruno.

He swept you off your feet and his advances blew you away. You had met him at a little hidden restaurant. "I think we are ready to pay for our food now," you said to the waiter.

You were at the restaurant with one of your friends. The other three of your friends had gone shopping that evening and you and your friend Stella were far too tired.

"Oh, your bill is already paid for," the waiter replied.

Your face contorted to confusion as you eyed Stella. She shook her head and shrugged.

"Well there has to be a mistake, we haven't paid yet," you explained taking out your wallet.

"No no no, signora[miss], that man over there paid for you and your friend's meal,'' the waiter reassured, pointing over at a table where a man in a white suit with a dalmation-esque print. His outfit was fashionable and almost chic, exposing his tattooed chest.

You were never fond of long hair let alone a bob on men until you had seen Bruno for the first time. He looked calm and collected as he sipped a glass of expensive-looking wine.

His aura was almost alluring like he was pulling you towards him. You got up and walked up to his table. "Um excuse me, sir, I wanted to thank you for paying for my friend and I's meal," you started.

"Thank you for coming to my restaurant. I have never seen such a beautiful woman set foot in here," he said. Your eyes widened in shock. He's the owner of the restaurant?! You thought to yourself.

Could he really be talking about me? You questioned.

"Are you talking about me or my friend?" you asked nervously.

He gave you a strange look. A look that almost screamed how I could be talking about anyone but you right now? When you glow naturally and your eyes are as profound as they are? Like they could say a million words, how could it be anyone else?

"Well of course I'm talking about you Bella[beautiful], please have a seat," he offered motioning towards the chair next to him.

"As much as I would love to, I would hate to leave my friend Stella all alone," you started turning around to see an Italian man sitting in your seat flirting up a storm with Stella.

"Never mind then," you said sheepishly as you sat.

That night one of the greatest loves you had ever experienced bloomed. You danced on the street with Bruno late at night when all the buskers were playing their late-night slow jams.

The rest was history. After your trip, you parted ways with Buccirati and you were doing long distance and thought you would never see him again until you found out that your job was offering an abroad working opportunity in Italy where you would get to live there for a whole year.

Once that year ended you and Bruno went back to long distance until he surprised you at JFK airport. "Bruno! What are you doing here?" you asked as you hugged him tight.

"Well I thought I'd visit my girlfriend of two years for Christmas in her home city," Bruno answered as he kissed you on the forehead.

"Awww, I love you, darling," you said, hugging him even tighter, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent.

Bruno had texted you saying that the gift that he got you for Christmas was arriving at JFK that day. You never would've guessed that the gift was him.

. . .

That week was perfect. Bruno met your family for the first time and of course, charmed them all. You never stopped talking about Bruno to your family the year you came back from Italy. They too thought it would be a short fling and that long distance never worked, but here he was standing before your family greeting them and joining them in the Christmas Eve festivities.

You were just about to show Bruno his stalking that you altered last minute when you saw your father pull him aside to talk in his study. Oh no, why does he have to be like this? You asked yourself, shaking your head.

Your father had this habit of talking to anyone you were dating one-on-one just to get to know them better. He meant well but he often scared them away.

That wasn't the case with Bruno. They both walked out of his office laughing together and making jokes. After speaking with Bruno his whole mood lifted. As much as your family loved to have you and Bruno, they got you two out of the house to go spend some alone time together. The two of you kept walking until you arrived at the ice skating rink at Rockefeller.

The Rockefeller tree this year was a beautiful sight. "I love this place," you said as Bruno took your hand as the two of you began to glide together on the ice.

"Bruno..." you started trying to find the right words.

He turned to look at you, squeezing your hand so you would feel more comfortable speaking.

"Why did you come here? I don't want to sound rude but this is pretty random," you continued.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your question. "Alright, you caught me. I am here for a specific reason but I can't tell you yet. Is that okay? Can you wait a bit for me?" he asked as he stuffed your hand in his pocket. It was starting to get windy and colder and he could see you were shivering.

"Okay, but if it's something bad I want to know now," you said sternly.

"It's quite the opposite," Bruno said, smiling to himself.

The two of you spent what felt like an eternity. The two of you finally were able to push through the crowds and you were right in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. You went out of your way to take a selfie with Bruno to send to your mother. As you were typing away at your phone texting your mom about this date that Bruno had taken you on you started to hear people around you gasp and ooh and aw.

You looked up from your phone and looked around to see what was going on but when you turned around and looked down you saw Bruno on one knee with a little box with the most beautiful ring in it.

Everything started to make sense when your family came out of nowhere and took pictures and clapped when all you could do was cry and nod your head.

Your parents came to hug you after he put the ring on your finger and endless pictures were taken. You got proposed to in your favorite place in New York, during your favorite time of the year, to the love of your life.

You had a feeling that he and your dad were keeping something from you but you never would have guessed it was a proposal.

Happiness was overflowing as your family congratulated the two of you and after a while, all you wanted was to be alone with him. So you did the first thing that came to mind and you took his hand quickly skating away from the others.

Laughter followed as you finally found a place to hide with Bruno. "Bruno, I don't even know what to say, I just, you've made me the happiest woman in all of New York. I don't even have the words," you muttered sheepishly.

"Then just kiss me," he suggested with a warm smile.

You immediately pressed your lips against his and for the first time in this cold weather, you felt a kind. of warmth that could completely fend off all of the cold air.

As the snowflakes began to adorn your nose, hair, and eyelashes all you felt was love and happiness along with great hope for your future with Bruno.

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this is kinda old to be asking but i’m curious how lio acted with his parents the rest of the night after lucie told him the stuff in the treehouse. maybe he went to bed without saying goodnight or something and wash pushing them off

Nothing on this blog is ever too old for call backs! Also I LOVE this!

Emma and Timo both yawn as they leave their daughter's room. She was already curled up in the middle of her bed with a handful of teddy bears on either side of her little body. All they needed to do was give her a goodnight smooch and she was out. The twins went down hours ago, exhausted from boating and swimming all day. Although Liam clearly was up at one point because he is now in Logan's bed, cuddled up next to his twin. Timo and Emma leave them be, but do give Liam his blanket.

The last child to say goodnight to is the one acting the strangest of all. Lio Meier is in bed, clearly pretending to be asleep, when usually Emma and Timo have to wrestle him into bed during the summer.

"Oh! He is so tired." Emma sighs, nudging T with her elbow. "Look how adorable he is. So exhausted from being the best big brother and cousin today."

"It's tough stuff being the oldest."

"You wouldn't know." Emma jokes, winking as they move further into the room. Lio's eyes flutter as he tries to keep them shut. Emma smooths his hair off his forehead, then presses her lips in the vacated space. His skin is warm beneath her mouth. His hair smells like bonfire. Both him and his sheets will need a wash tomorrow morning before they head to Nico's for family dinner. "I love you, sweet boy." She trails the back of her hand over his cheek, then moves aside for Timo to kiss him too. As Timo is pulling away, Lio's eyes open.

"He's awake!" Timo exclaims. Both him and Emma have soft smiles for their son. "Did you have a good day?" Lio nods silently, but a deep frown keeps his face looking sullen. "You okay, buddy?" Timo asks. The same reaction plays out.

Emma and Timo share a look.

"Okay, goodnight?" Emma questions.

"Night." Lio mumbles back.

"We love you." Lio's face scrunches up. "Lots!" Emma exclaims. He doesn't say it back to his parents.

"Can you go now?"

"Lee, what's up?" Timo tries.

"I'm tired. I want to go to sleep." He brings a fist up to rub at his eye. Neither Timo nor Emma move. It quickly becomes apparent to them that Lio is crying and trying to hide it with his fists. Timo scoops him up into his arms.

"Baby, what is wrong?"

"I'm just tired." He sobs. His little fists work themselves into Timo's shirt, clinging to him. Lio cries hard for several minutes. Emma brings a hand to his back, rubbing in conjunction with Timo to soothe their oldest boy. Eventually, Lio stops crying and begins to drift to sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open. When he is out, Timo and Emma survey him together.

"Maybe he was overtired?" Emma suggests. "He did run around with Lucie literally from the moment the sun came up until now."

"Yeah, let's see how he is in the morning." Timo agrees, letting Lio rest back into his pillows.

The next morning, Lio is back to his usual chattery and happy self. His parents shrug it off, deciding it must have been another case of an overtired child.

#tm: loving & leaving

[f1-stuff]

I would love to know about Mallorca AU

I'm so glad you asked anon! This is lowkey one of my fav WIPs that I absolutely plan to finish in time for f1's summer break this year. It's essentually an AU where Charles is still a race driver but Carlos isn't, and they meet when Charles and his family is on vacation in Mallorca for the summer break...

Because I'm feeling ridiculous and indulgent today, here's another 2k-word snippet.

The next day, they head to a secluded beach that promises amazing waves, as well as lots of rock climbing and hiking. Charles expects to see some surfers, but it’s also quite windy so he’s not sure how safe it is. He’s gone surfing a couple times, but he’s not very good yet. And since he doesn’t like when he’s not good at things (who does?), he hasn’t tried again recently.

When they arrive, there’s still a fair number of people there as it is a weekend, but nowhere near the crowds on the more popular beaches. They find their own spot and set up camp, although he and his brothers immediately get to work hiking up one of the cliff faces to get a good view from the top.

The view is worth it, but they’re hot enough by the time they get back down to run straight into the water. He’s right about the wind, which means the waves are definitely gnarly. But they have a good laugh attempting not to drown. 

They even find a small rock outcropping not too far from shore that they can climb and jump off of. Lorenzo protests at first, claiming it’s not safe. But when Arthur ignores him and does it anyway, he sees that it’s not too bad and joins in.

They rest on the rocks for a bit, tired from the climbing and swimming, but when Lorenzo mentions their mum might be getting worried, they decide to head back. Lorenzo jumps down and Arthur follows him, starting the swim back. Charles (stupidly) decides he’ll dive off, and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as he hits the water, his swim trunks are pulled clean off.

He surfaces with a laugh, dragging hair off of his face and wiping water from his eyes. But when he glances around, he can’t see the trunks anywhere. He spins a full three-sixty degrees at least four times before he wonders if he’s going crazy. A wave might’ve pushed them into some rocks, but he swims around the rock outcropping and doesn’t find them.

So a wave pulled them under, then. Fantastic. He really liked those trunks, too.

He starts the swim toward shore, his brothers having gotten a head start, but still within sight.

“Arthur!” he calls, as he’s closer than Lorenzo.

His brother either doesn’t hear him, or ignores him. He hopes it’s the former because the latter doesn’t bode well for if he were in any actual danger. He tries to catch up, but by the time he’s reached about the maximum depth he’s comfortable with before he’s flashing the whole beach, Lorenzo is already back at their chairs and Arthur is out of the water.

“Arthur!” he tries again. 

This time, Arthur does hear him and turns around. Charles sighs in relief and beckons him over with his hand, but all Arthur does is wave and cock his head to the side, beckoning Charles over with a matching gesture. Charles sighs in frustration, repeating the gesture with more intensity.

“Come back!” Arthur just continues to look at him like he’s crazy, before waving at Charles and heading to their chairs. “Idiot,” he mutters. 

Most of the time, he says that with affection. But he’s thinking rather ill thoughts at the moment, as he watches his brothers greet their mum and take sips of water. 

Lorenzo must ask Arthur where Charles is because he sees Arthur point over his shoulder, Lorenzo following with his gaze until his eyes land on Charles. He stands up straighter, making a clear gesture for Lorenzo to come back. His older brother just continues to look confused, until he himself repeats the arm motion, beckoning Charles to come back.

“My God, they’re both idiots.”

Well, eventually they have to wonder why Charles won’t leave the water, right? That, or he has to wait for someone else to come along. Or he exposes himself to the whole beach.

Yeah, no. He’ll wait.

There are other people in the water, but most of them are women and kids. He doesn’t really fancy swimming up to a kid and their mother and asking for a spare pair of swim trunks. Somehow, he thinks a strange man implying he’s naked would at the very least make someone extremely uncomfortable and at the worst, get him kicked off the beach.

He’s actually starting to get cold despite the hot summer sun, when someone paddles by on their surfboard.

“Hi, excuse me! Um, sorry - perdóneme,” he says to the guy. 

He looks to be about Charles’ age, maybe a little older - dark hair that’s long enough to tuck behind his ears, slicked back from the water. He looks significantly less likely to be creeped out by Charles. Not a hundred percent, but...less likely, for sure. 

“Inglés? Please...” He mutters the last part to himself. He knows a few Spanish words and phrases, but he’d probably have better luck speaking Italian and hoping the guy understood.

“Yeah?” the guy thankfully replies, his brows furrowing at Charles. He stops paddling and sits up on his board. “Alright?” He has a Spanish accent, so Charles assumes he’s either a local or from Spain on holiday.

“Do you have swim trunks - uh, another pair?” Charles asks, laughing awkwardly. “I’ve lost mine.”

Then, after a brief pause. “Lost them?” The guy is attempting not to laugh for Charles’ benefit, presumably.

“They were...taken by a wave.”

“Ah, this clears things up.” Charles thinks he’s being made fun of, but the man looks like he’s enjoying this rather than bothered. “What should I do? Give you mine?”

“No!” Charles says, flushing for some reason. “I don’t know. Could you bring me a towel or something? My family is just there, but they are being idiots.”

The man is faintly smiling as Charles speaks, but doesn’t look in any rush to help. Charles is about to resign himself to wait for someone else or just ask the guy to get one of his brothers, when he suddenly nods, laying back down on his board.

“I will be right back, francés,” he says, starting to paddle toward shore. “​​Rápidamente!”

Charles realizes, after he’s been watching the man paddle for several seconds, that he has a weird smile on his face. He purses his lips and rubs his arms when he shivers a bit from the cool water.

The man reaches shore, and Charles watches with more than a little incredulity as he saunters with his surfboard under one arm all the way off the beach and disappears into the parking area. Charles sighs, fearing he’s just struck out again in obtaining help. The guy could be just going to his car to grab extra swim trunks, but Charles isn’t holding his breath.

He’s not only tried to get the attention of his brothers again, but also started wondering if he should look around for another potential savior, when he sees the man emerge back onto the beach, sans surfboard. Charles nearly scoffs when he seemingly stops to chat with a couple of girls, but he can faintly see something like trunks clutched in the guy’s hand, so he won’t curse him out just yet. 

And soon enough, he departs from the girls and makes eye contact with Charles, waving the trunks in the air like a chequered flag at the end of a race. Charles sighs. Day one of vacation and this is what it’s come to.

He smiles weakly and gives a thumbs up, hoping that’s enough to get the guy to fucking bring him the trunks. The man gestures for Charles to come to him, and Charles is a second away from losing it, when the guy laughs and wades into the water. Charles lets out a deep breath, relieved.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” the guy jokes when he gets close enough.

“Very funny,” Charles says, catching the trunks when they’re thrown his way. They’re a pretty standard aqua, but there’s the silhouette of a shark on the backside in a darker blue. Charles notices a tag hanging off the waistband. “Have you bought this just now?”

“There’s a shop down the road, very close,” the man says. And he looks so much like he doesn’t mind, sinking low in the water with his chin resting on the surface and hardly paying attention to Charles, that Charles doesn’t protest the kindness. And anyway, it’s done now.

“That’s nice of you,” he does say, smiling. “Thanks, mate. How much was it?”

“Bah, I don’t remember,” the man says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Charles takes a peek at the price tag anyway, before pulling them on underneath the water. He’ll try to offer him some euros once he’s back with his stuff, but he also knows from experience that it can sometimes be more polite to just accept a gift when it’s given.

“Thank you, again.” The man just nods and straightens up to walk alongside Charles as he heads back to shore.

“I’m Carlos,” he says, holding out a hand for Charles to shake. He takes it with a slow, dawning smile. “¿Qué?”

“Hello, Carlos. I’m Charles.”

“You are kidding,” Carlos says, grinning. “Mate, this is fate.” He elbows Charles, who can’t help his answering laugh. “I’m honored to be the one to help you out of this, eh- hairy situation.” Charles just shakes his head.

“Not French, by the way,” he says, and Carlos raises his brows. “You called me French, before.”

“Not French,” Carlos says, adopting a thoughtful expression.

“I speak French - Italian, also. But I am not from France.”

“Speak French but not from France,” Carlos repeats, rubbing his chin. “Swiss?” Charles shakes his head again. “Belgian?”

“No,” he says, laughing.

“No, no, no. Of course not. You don’t sound it,” Carlos says, as if someone else had suggested it, rather than himself. 

Charles raises a brow, enjoying this game more than he should. They’ve already reached shore by now, but they’re just sort of idling near the water, wet feet collecting loose sand as they drip dry.

“Canada?” Carlos suggests. Charles gives him a moment to stew, before shaking his head.

“Do I sound Canadian?”

“I don’t know,” Carlos laughs. “Ehm, Africa? No. Madagascar?”

“Madagascar?” Charles repeats, mystified. 

“Maybe! Why not?” Carlos says, shrugging.

“You will never guess it.”

“Well, tell me then.”

“Mm, I don’t think I should,” Charles says, laughing.

“I will never guess it, huh?” Carlos mutters to himself, thinking. 

Charles is surprised he’s still trying to figure it out. It reminds him of how competitive Pierre can be - how competitive all the other drivers on the grid are. Carlos is certainly built like an athlete, so the competitiveness seems to fit. Charles decides to distract him.

“You are from Spain?” Carlos nods.

“I live in Madrid, but I come here during summer to work,” he says. Now standing next to him, Charles realizes he’s a little taller than Carlos. He doesn’t know why that surprises him. “Are you staying in Palma?”

“Near there,” Charles says, forgetting the exact name of where they’re staying. 

“Ah well, me and some friends are getting drinks in town tonight. You’re welcome to join. We can show you the right way to party in España.” Carlos grins and Charles laughs, but he’s not sure he should agree. A group of people he doesn’t know, any of whom could recognize him and post about where he is and what he’s up to?

“Tempting,” is what he ends up saying. “Maybe, if we don’t have something planned. Where will you go?”

“Eh, here and there. We’ll probably start at a place called Calama.”

“Calama,” Charles repeats, making sure he’s got it right.

“Sí. It’s on ____. That’s the street name. Say it because I don’t trust you.” Charles laughs, but obliges, stumbling through it a bit, but getting there in the end. “Okay. Bueno.”

“Thanks again for the swim trunks,” Charles says.

“It’s no problem.” Carlos grins again, and Charles gets the feeling he’s someone who likes to laugh. He supposes that’s a stupid thought - who doesn’t?

“See you, mate,” he says, waving as he takes a step toward his family.

“See you,” Carlos says back, then pauses. “Luxembourg?” Charles raises his brows, shaking his head. “Mierda. I will guess it.”

Charles laughs and turns around, finally joining his family who appears to hardly notice his arrival. He flicks his brothers each on the back of the head, who both yelp more in surprise than in pain.

“What was that for?” Arthur says, rubbing his head.

“For being an idiot.”

Lorenzo squints at him. “Are you wearing different shorts?”

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You could call this a charlos 'meet cute'... lmao

#tag game #rpf #charlos #mallorca AU #anon #ask

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☾ Pairings ➼ janitor!Levi Ackerman x fem!people-pleaser!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, meet-cute(kinda?), familial trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff, accidental therapy (for me), corporate ick

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Eri!! Thank you so much for sending this request in. I was a little worried with the whole "make it a surprise" because I struggle with lack of structure BUT I'm so proud of how this came out. I couldn't stop writing, as you can see. This might be a little self-indulgent and I hope I got the emotions right since I struggle with them. I just want Levi to call me out on my shit, okay?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! love you k bye *smooches*

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“Hi, you’re the new hire right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Carol from a few rows down. Listen, I hate to do this to you since you’re so new but you’re the only one I can ask. Would you be able to do the data entry on the Sina job? I can’t stay past closing tonight due to my set plans and unfortunately it’s due tomorrow morning. Could you help me out? I’ll pay you back!”

The voice of your overly excited brunette coworker reverberates through your skull as you type away at your desk, the bright light of your monitor biting at your eyes just like the migraine you feel in the back of your head. You had a feeling that this is not the first time the people in the office have picked on the newcomers, and you bet it wouldn’t be the last. You chalk it up the fact that you were still in the office past seven in the evening doing someone else’s work because they dropped the stack of papers on your desk before you could say anything back, but you knew better. Damn your pathological people pleasing tendencies.

Your chair squeaks as you lean back in it, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose as you sigh heavily. It’s a handful of days into your first week and you’re already daydreaming about your next vacation. An office job was not your first go to, but as all struggling artists do, you needed this job to supplement your income until your art took off – if that ever happened.

Thoughts of how much longer you’d have to be here swirl through your mind when you’re interrupted by a loud thunk a few cubicles down. It startles you so much that you jump up as your eyes shoot open, hand over your heart in an attempt to calm it. You weren’t aware of anyone else in the building so you can’t help but think there might be a mass murderer just feet away from you. Steeling your resolve, you push yourself up from your chair and carefully peek over the half wall to see what had made that noise.

At first you don’t see anything as your eyes adjust from seeing nothing to the semi-lit office floor from the setting sun and dimmed overheads. Down the row, you see the back of a man in what you assume to be a gray janitor’s suit. An undercut peeks between short raven locks, neck lines sharp giving away to a clean cut. It doesn’t seem like he notices you’re there as his attention is focused on the waste basket in front of him.

You sit back down slowly, heaving a heavy sigh from relief that it was indeed not a mass murderer – well, that you know of. He didn’t seem threatening from far away at least. Your hands hover on the keyboard as you do your best to blink away the tired. Only a few more pages now, you reassure yourself.

An hour later, miraculously you find yourself down to the last page. The miscellaneous words and numbers swim off the page as you force yourself to focus. With the promise of a late night treat, you finally make it down to the last line. Just as you’re about to hit ‘enter’, something kicks the back of your chair causing you to yelp loudly and slam down on the keys harder than you meant.

“What are you still doing here?” A deep voice grumbles from behind you, making your ears twitch at the sudden volume difference. You twist around in your chair to see who the voice belongs to and you’re surprised to see it coming from the janitor you saw earlier. What’s even more surprising is how young he looks, and handsome to boot - despite the look he’s giving you. Stark gray-blue lidded eyes stare down at you as he scowls, eyebrows pinched together. He doesn’t look pleased.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m working on some…” Your voice falters when his expression turns into annoyance.

“You’re in my way.” He simply states as he leans against a vacuum you only now notice sitting under his arm. Was your focus so strong that you completely missed the sounds of him cleaning around you?

“Oh, uh. Yeah, let me get out of your way then.” You say timidly, pushing yourself out of the chair. You’re face to face with him at standing height, even in your work heels. This was a very intimidating man despite his short stature.

“I’m not going to clean with you breathing down my neck.” He grumbles, eyes narrowing at you like you asked him the most offensive question known to man. Your lips part as you struggle to find your words, but nothing comes out as you find yourself low-key panicking.

“I c-can just-”

“Just finish what you’re working on, I’ll just come back.” He rolls his eyes before walking away, leaving you and the vacuum illuminated by your computer screen. You ball your hands in fists to keep them from shaking.

Exhaling a weak breath, you sit back down and force yourself to focus on the last line of data instead of the glowering expression of your office’s janitor.

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You slam your forehead into the vinyl coating of your desk, not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to hear the echoes of contact through the whole floor. It’s nearing seven at night again and you’re still in office catching up on yet another coworker’s workload.

When they asked what plans you had tonight, you didn’t think that saying you were going home to watch TV would bite you in the ass. If you were completely honest, you had quietly hoped they might be asking if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. After all, they were the only ones that had really talked to you in the past few weeks but you’re starting to wonder if they were just trying to butter you up to get you to say yes to their requests.

Who were you kidding though, you would have said yes anyways because the word ‘no’ didn’t exist in your vocabulary. You wish you weren’t so aware of that fact because not only are you stressed out, you’re full of self loathing. A groan escapes your lips.

“Still doing other people’s work?” You hear a familiar voice grumble from behind.

After lifting your head up from the cool desk, you swivel around in your chair to see the janitor – this time in dark blue. A white handkerchief wraps around his face, covering his mouth and nose so that all you see are his tired eyes. A same-colored bandana adorns his head with some of his bangs falling into his eyes. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from asking what the point of the bandana was if it didn’t keep his hair out of his face.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, partly from not using it for so long but also because of the steady unfriendly feeling radiating off him. He raises an eyebrow at you as you stare up at him almost dumbfounded.

“I- who said I was doing other people’s work?” You finally make out, voice trembling.

“You’re new, right? The office goons do that to every newbie that comes in.” He folds his arms over his chest and you see that his sleeves are rolled up to show his toned forearms, muscles popping up from the position they’re in. Your eyes flicker back up to his, blinking slowly.

“I’m sure but they needed the help, so...”

“Because they would rather slack off than do any work. They’re taking advantage of you and you’re falling for it? You’re an adult, right?” There isn’t malice in his words but they still sting.

“Of course I am! I work here, don’t I?” Your eyes widen in emphasis, sweeping your hands around you.

“Tch, that doesn’t make you an adult. I’ve been here for years and I’ve seen my fair share of children.” His scowl reappears at those words. You’ve never met someone so grumpy.

You close your mouth at that, not sure what else to say. He clicks his tongue and flips a small towel over his shoulder. Turning on his heel, he sets off down the aisle without another word, the sounds of his heavy boots getting quieter.

You don’t get done until 10:30 that night. On your way out, you pass by the janitor who was currently on the inside of the board meeting glass walls, wiping them down with what you suppose is glass cleaner. His eyes meet yours as you walk by and you offer a small wave and smile even though his short words still sting. You think he’s going to ignore you but instead, he gives you a curt nod.

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The janitor’s words swim through your mind the next time you’re asked to stay behind to help out. You spent the last couple of weeks doing your best practicing in the shower on setting boundaries with your coworkers but when the person who came to you next was your supervisor, how could you say no.

You were in the middle of packing your bag while lost in thought of your weekend plans when she came to you. You’re thinking you might stop by the evening market by the river before heading home with some food from the local vendors when a finger taps on your shoulder followed by your name coming out in a honey-laced voice.

“Hey, I just wanted to stop by and commend you on being such a team player in the last month. It’s something we find rare in someone as young as you and of course we’re grateful.” Your red-haired boss beams down at you while she talks. The feeling of ice pricks in your veins at what you know was coming next.

“I’m really sorry to come to you so last minute and on a Friday no less, but because of your wonderful work ethic, you’re the only one I can trust to complete The Warrior Project. It’s been extremely slow going and we need it done by Monday. Do you think you can stay behind and help us out?” She offers you an apologetic smile, eyes boring into yours with sincerity.

You wished you could have said no but the words died before they made it out of your mouth, instead agreeing meekly with a fake smile.

So now here you sit at your desk with the dying rays of light rising higher against the back walls as the sun sets, fingers flying across the keyboard. You suppose you’ll have to stop by the late night convenience store on the way home for some dinner; your face scrunches up at the thought of your very limited choices.

“If you type any harder, you’ll break it.” You don’t bother to turn around at the voice, knowing damn well who it was.

“I’m sure they’ll get me another one. They need me to finish this, after all.” You mutter the last part under your breath. The smell of something sweet and tangy hits your nose and on contact, your stomach rumbles loudly.

Swiveling in your chair, you’re met with the janitor who’s simultaneously holding a feather duster as well as a bag of what looks like Chinese take-out. Your eyes widen at the sight, bouncing back and forth between the objects in his hand.

“Are you here to eat or dust?” You ask, finally looking up to his face. There’s no expression on his pretty face. You still haven’t gotten over how stunning he was, with his pointed nose and pouty bottom lip. Today he has his janitor uniform half on, the sleeves of the suit tied around his waist so that it’s only pants. Tucked in is a black t-shirt that shows more of his muscular arms. He’s not ripped by any means but it’s very obvious he exercises on his time off.

“I’m here to dust. This is for you to eat.” He says dryly, shoving the bag in your direction. Once again, you find your words stolen as you stare at the brown paper bag that sits curled in his pale fingers. Your eyes shift back and forth between his face and the food.

“F-for me? Why?”

“Whenever I see you here late, you never eat. You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I eat when I get home.” You retort back softly. A late night meal for you consists of a single serving bag of chips and whatever looked edible at the convenience store – but you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Just eat it.” He pushes it forward to you again, the warm smells of food wafting past your nose. It smelled like heaven.

“I- no. I can’t take that, it’s yours!” You wave your hands in front of your chest in a dismissive manner. A dark eyebrow shoots up his face.

“So she can say no.” He reaches over you and places the paper bag down on your desk. Along with the smells of delicious food, the scent of clean laundry and musky pine tickles your nose. It’s a very pleasant combination, and one you were not expecting. “Eat it, throw it away, I don’t care.” He says casually before turning around and walking off. Your hand reaches out in an attempt to stop him, but he’s long gone.

Twisting your chair around, you eye the paper bag for a moment before finally caving. Your stomach is about to eat itself and he had paid for it, so you don’t want to waste it. Why he would care enough about you to order food is a mystery, though.

Upon opening the contents, you’re greeted with a small foil dish with a plastic covering holding what you believe is orange chicken. A little white box off to the side contains sticky rice and in the little plastic package next to it holds some spring rolls – all still steaming hot and smelling wonderful.

You spend the next half hour scarfing down your dinner while thinking about how you’d pay the janitor back. The flush that started creeping up your cheeks at the end of your encounter with him stays even when you go to bed late that night.

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The week after, you intentionally slow down on your daily work so that you had a reason to stay late and finish it. But much to your dismay, you don’t see the janitor anywhere. You’d leave each night a little embarrassed at yourself for being so excited for someone you’ve talked to a handful of times, but to your benefit you had a reason for your madness.

Finally, you gather enough courage to peep your head over your half-wall and grab your coworker’s attention – whose attention was on a mobile game in his hands and not on the spreadsheets in front of his face.

“Ryan?” You whisper-shout down. Your brunette coworker’s eyes shoot up to yours, almost in a panic.

“What? Is the boss lady making her rounds?” He asks back. You sweep your eyes around the office floor and finally find your supervisor who was currently in a meeting with other board members.

“She’s busy, you’re fine. I actually had a question?” You didn’t realize how soft you were speaking until he stood up to meet you, towering a good foot above you with his ear down to you.

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you knew when the janitor might be back? I haven’t seen him in a few days.” You subconsciously start picking at your nails – a nervous habit.

Ryan stares at you as he processes your words before throwing his head back in bellowing laughter. You’re quick to shush him and duck your head down from the glares aimed your way at such a loud disturbance.

“Not so loud!!” You whisper-shout again.

“I’m sorry, I’m just curious why you want to know? He doesn’t like anyone, and no one likes him.” He shrugs his shoulders. You so badly want to tell him to shut up and that you like him, but instead you settle on trying to get him to answer your question.

“Well, what’s his schedule?” You narrow your eyes in hopes of getting the message across that you were serious.

“Well, that’s the thing, he’s always working. Sometimes even on the weekends. From what I heard, his cleaning routes are the same every week. He doesn’t get to our floor until late in the week. He has a thing for cleaning, so I heard, and that’s why there’s only one janitor contracted. He’s so weird.” Ryan rolls his eyes as he rests his chin against the top of the wall.

“What’s his name?”

“Why do you care so much about the janitor?” It’s Ryan’s turn to narrow his eyes to you. You’re asking too many questions and he’s getting far too nosy about your business. It’s best to retreat for now.

“Uh, it’s nothing. Thank you.” You squeak before plopping yourself down at your chair and pretending to click around on your word documents until you no longer feel the pierce of your coworker’s stare.

So he’s always here, you think. You’re just missing him on your way down. You bite back a smile as you glance down to the clock at the bottom corner of your screen. The time reads 4:37pm and it’s a Thursday which meant that he would be around your floor this evening. Perfect. Your eyes sweep over to your bag in your excitement.

In the time it takes for you to wait for the gray-blue eyed janitor, you’ve finished half of the next day’s work. A part of you starts to wonder if he isn’t coming tonight, that it may be tomorrow instead, and weirdly you find yourself hoping one of your coworkers would ask you to help them out again so that you had a reason to stay.

“That’s so stupid.” You say out loud as you stir sugar into the black tea you had spent the last 5 minutes steeping. You’re standing in the office break room, lost in thought.

“I’m sure the mug doesn’t feel that way.” That voice makes your heart flutter, and you bite back the smile that threatens to curve into your face. Instead, you pinch your lips together and turn around.

The janitor is there alright, uniform zipped up tight as he holds a spray bottle and a rag. He’s leaning against the doorframe of the break room, arms folded across his chest. His black hair falls into his face, almost kissing the corners of his heavy-lidded eyes as they watch you intently.

“Ah, there you are!” You exclaim, pointing your spoon at him.

“Here I am.”

“I have something to give you as payback for dinner last week.” You muse, grinning at him. His eyes widened briefly before going back to normal.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I’m grateful for it, dummy.” Carefully, you place your spoon next to your mug and walk towards him until you’re face to face. It takes him a moment to realize you were waiting for him to move, and carefully he backs away so that you have room to escape.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You order before dashing off to your cubicle.

When you come back with the gift in hand, you see that the janitor hadn’t moved an inch. His intimidating eyes follow you as you stop in front of him, slightly breathless from speed walking back. An eyebrow raises at you as he waits for you to catch your breath.

“I-ah. Okay. So. I made these for you. I ended up having to make a fresh batch because I didn’t see you for a bit and I didn’t want to feed you stale cookies so. Anyways, here. Thank you for feeding me last week.” You beam up at him as you hold your hands out to show him your gift.

It’s a small plastic bag wrapped with a pastel bow. The contents of the bag include bite sized cookies that you spent all last night remaking in hopes you would see him again. They’re pale yellow in color, dusted with a light coat of cane sugar. His eyes widen again at your gesture, this time staying big as they stare at the bag in your hand like its gold.

“You… made these for me?” His voice is low.

“I did! I don’t know if you like sweets but these are my mother’s recipe and her cookies were never that sweet. Pretty much the sweetness comes from the sugar on top. The rest are just buttery goodness.” You gush as you stare off in thought, the happy memories of your mom making these cookies for you flooding your brain.

When your eyes fall back to the raven-haired man, you’re almost tempted to run away in embarrassment. His neutral expression stares back at you and you take a small step back.

“I’m sorry, this is probably weird. You don’t have to take them actually. In fact, I’ll just le-“

“No, you’re fine. I uh, I appreciate it.” He quickly reaches out and grabs the bag, the sound of crinkling plastic taking up space in the nearly empty mess room. You offer him a small smile, grateful that he accepted the gift. His eyes trail past you and onto the kitchen counter behind you. He purses his lips as he thinks but finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Pour that disgusting excuse for a tea out and follow me. Bring the mug.” He says tersely before turning on his heels and out the door. You blink hard a few times as your brain processes his words but quickly you find yourself dumping out the tea and chasing after him down the cubicle aisles.

Soon, you’re sitting on the ground with the janitor as he pours steaming amber liquid from the thermos he pulled out of his cleaning cart just mere moments ago. It splashes into the bottom of your mug and fills it quickly, then he hands it over to you as he starts speaking.

“So are you a workaholic or…” He gives you a side eye.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been told you work practically every day, even on weekends.” You hold the mug by the handle as you stare down into the cup. “Is this…?”

“It’s tea and no I didn’t poison it.”

“What was wrong with the tea I had?”

“Stale tea leaves don’t make for a good cup of tea.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No, I’m not a workaholic. I like to clean, and I get paid for it. Plus, I’m left alone. Usually.” He grumbles the last part, but you don’t detect any hostility in his voice.

“Well, I’m not either. A-a workaholic, I mean.”

“No, I suppose not. Just a people pleaser then?” His statement makes you splutter on the tea you had just sipped on. Despite it going almost everywhere, the bitter taste of the dark leaves bite at your taste buds. It’s unsweetened and you can’t keep the slight look of distaste off your face. Luckily, it’s covered up by the glare you shoot his way.

You don’t say anything back at that, knowing any denial would have been a lie but you didn’t want to confirm it either. However, you can’t hold back the annoyance that simmers in your chest at such a presumptuous statement, from someone you hardly know, no less.

“Beats being disliked by everyone.” You mutter finally, setting your mug on the floor next to you. Your eyes drift to the floor-to-ceiling window you were both sitting in front of. The last dreg of golden sunlight warms your face as you stare out into the bustling city as they prepare for the evening.

“You say that like it should bother me.”

“Shouldn’t it though?”

“Why would it?”

“Don’t you want people to like you?” You whisper softly, dragging your gaze over to his face. There’s no readable expression on his face as he sips his tea out of the top of his thermos lid. He’s holding it in a way you’ve never seen before – long fingers gripping the metal from the top rim and tilting it back into his mouth.

“I don’t give a shit if they like me or not.” He says finally as he gives you a side eye.

You’re not sure if your surprise at his callous attitude is warranted or not. Your interactions with him have been few and far in between but that night he got you dinner, you thought maybe he was a little more caring than that.

“Why do you care if people like you anyway?” He leans back on a hand, his other cradling his cup.

“I just- well. I don’t know.” You say simply. You do know.

“I read this thing about people-pleasers. It said that they’re great manipulators. They bend and break just so that others tolerate and like them, pretending to be something they’re not. Are you trying to get something out of it?”

Your eyes snap to his, feeling the heat behind your stare at his insinuation. Where did he get off calling you a manipulator? A pretender? Despite the subtle rage dancing in your eyes, you give him a smile and push yourself off the ground, grabbing your mug on your way up.

“Thank you for the tea. I really must be going now.” You say politely, voice coming out higher than you meant.

“Tch.” Is all you get back.

With that, you turn on your heel and head back to the break room to pour your tea out and rinse the mug, leaving it out on the rack to dry. You’re quick to gather your things before practically running down the aisles to the elevator, down to the front door, and towards home. A lump in your throat stays even after your shower and still when you lie down for the night.

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After your last encounter with the janitor, you find that you’re rushing home as soon as you can. You aren’t necessarily mad at him for telling you a hard truth, but the rumination of having someone being annoyed at you doesn’t go away.

Your evasive tactics work for a while. Your office was in between projects and jobs so no one had come to you for help for anything. But of course that didn’t stay that way for long and your luck would run out as it always had as the quarter was about to close. Your supervisor came to you early on a rainy Tuesday morning to tell you that some freak accident had happened to the last reports which made the data you spent days organizing completely disappear.

You don’t know what was more frustrating: the fact that your hard work from the last week had completely vanished or the fact that no one in the office offered to give a helping hand when you needed it the most.

Your supervisor apologized and said the entries needed to be done by the next morning so they could be submitted in time for the quarter review. With a forced smile and false-positive voice, you agreed and got started on it right away.

This was about 12 hours ago.

The only thing that brings you solace is the knowledge that the janitor was not due for your floor for a couple days so at least you could work on it without worrying about running into him. And thankfully for you since you were semi-prepared for being held back, you ordered pizza for dinner before the front doors locked for the evening.

For some reason, you find yourself sitting on the floor in the same spot you had shared bitter tea with the janitor. You’re lying on your back with your phone hovering as you scroll on it mindlessly, a more than half filled pizza box next to you with the lid propped open slightly. There’s a vacation photo that pops up from one of your acquaintances that makes your chest tighten from envy.

“You’re in my way, brat.” A voice from above rings out. It startles you so much that your fingers loosen on your phone, and it comes smacking into your face with a loud slap. Your eyes scrunch shut from the stinging pain radiating from your nose as you groan softly.

You sit up from your position, making sure to grab your phone before it falls on the ground, and turn to narrow your eyes at the perpetually scowling janitor. You hear a subtle pop in your back as you do.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice comes out more accusatory than you meant, and you end up clearing your throat before giving him a forced smile.

“I’m working. That’s more than I can say for you.”

“You’re not supposed to be on this floor today.”

“Says who?” An eyebrow quirks at your statement.

The words die on your tongue because even you knew that one person’s word was not enough to be reliable. You reach over to close the pizza box and gather your things to leave. He doesn’t say anything and only stares while you push yourself up onto your feet.

“I’ll just get out of your way, then.” You mumble, bending down to grab the pizza box in one hand and your empty cup in the other. As you brush past him, you can’t help but wonder if he’s still mad at you, though you can’t logically find a reason why he would be mad in the first place. And if he was, then what did you do? These thoughts are jarred as a vibration in your back pocket alerts you to a notification. Upon more buzzes and the start of your soft ringtone, you realize it’s a phone call.

Stepping over to the nearest desk, you set your stuff down and pull out your phone. On the screen is the caller ID for your mom, her faux-happy face staring straight at you as the lights around it pulse. You don’t fight the grimace that etches into your features. Hitting the green button, you regret it immediately.

“Hi mom!” You exclaim, forcing another smile on your lips.

“There you are! I really thought you had died on us.”

“Of course, I’m not dead. Just busy!” You state happily, turning around to face the windows again. A relieved sigh escapes when you notice the janitor is no longer standing where he was.

“You should call us more. You know I was talking to our neighbor about you recently! Remember Donna and her kids? Apparently her youngest just got engaged. And it got me thinking…” Your mother’s words trail off as your eyes glaze over. Your pulse is steadily picking up speed with every word, and you grip the edge of the desk tightly to keep yourself grounded.

“Anyways, both of your sisters are coming to visit with their little families. When are you planning to come by? It would be nice to have everyone home again. Maybe this time with a man on your arm?”

“Oh, I don’t know, mom. I just started here, so getting the time off will be a little hard to do right away. But I will ask my supervisor, and see? I want to see everyone too.” Your voice wavers a little as the muscles in your face start to hurt from your smile.

“Your grandmother is asking about you, you know. I had to come up with some excuse about why you’re so far away, and single no less.”

“I’m working on it. I’ll give her a call soon.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

“Well, I’m sure you are, honey. Oh, your little sister is calling, I need to go. Please call us more!” And just like that, the line goes silent as she hangs up.

“I’ll call tomorrow, I guess.” You whisper down at the blank screen. Setting your phone down, you press the heels of your palms into your eyes to get rid of the wetness that threatens to overflow. You practically feel your heart beating right out of your chest as your mom’s words float around your head.

“I see where it comes from now.” The janitor’s deep voice comes from the right of you. When you pull your hands away to look at him, he’s holding out a steaming mug to you. Hesitantly, you take it. The color of the liquid is lighter in color and smells slightly floral. A mile’s difference from the last thing he shared with you.

“Where what comes from?” You mutter before bringing the cup to your lips. It’s hot but not unbearably so. The taste is gentle and has a touch of sweetness to it. It’s pleasant, and not something you were expecting.

“Your people-pleasing tendencies.” He leans against the half wall next to him as he eyes you.

“Please do enlighten me, as I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” You reply back in a monotone voice. You were tired in more ways than one. Slaving away at this project that you were only 80% done with. Staying late, lack of sleep, and now your mother calling. You were tired and you can’t mask anymore.

“Let me guess.” He raises his hand and taps a finger against his chin in thought. “Middle child. Your parents always apologized for what you lacked. Always felt like you had to put in extra effort to be seen and walking on eggshells so that when you are seen, no one pulls away. You’re starving for real, positive attention.” Again, none of his words come out malicious but they really sting. This man hardly knows you and yet he’s spreading your entire childhood out like it was nothing.

You’re tired.

“Yeah. Exactly that. And it’s infuriating. Not to drag on my sisters because they’re doing their best and they have the same parents I have but it’s like…” You take another sip of the honey liquid before continuing, feeling the heat of not only the tea but also anger burning in your chest. Your eyes drift back to the front window.

“I can’t stop myself from doing above and beyond on the off chance I might be liked and appreciated. I’m putting in all this hard work and still it doesn’t matter. I’m just so tired.”

The sun is all but gone and is replaced by the city lights that illuminate the indigo sky above. The janitor stays quiet through all of this as he takes in your words. You’ve never told anyone any of this before, and part of you feels liberated. The other part feels guilty for putting something so heavy on someone who probably doesn’t even care.

“So, what if it doesn’t matter? Why are you putting so many expectations on yourself? You’re just one person.” He stands up from the wall and walks around it so that he’s face to face with you. His arms are folded across his chest again as he eyes you warily before continuing.

“I spend everyday cleaning after you shits and no one sees that. And yet, what I do matters because otherwise this place would be a shithole. You do not have to bend over backwards so people can see your accomplishments, they still exist whether they see it or not. But, say they approve of your help, then what?”

“What do-” Your fingers grip tight on the handle of your mug.

“They say thank you for doing what they asked you to do, then what? Do you keep up with their demands?”

“If I have to.”

“And what do you gain from that outside of exhaustion?”

You want to lie so bad. You want to say that you get a lot of enjoyment from making others happy. That you gain happiness for making others smile because you did what they ask of you. But you realize that putting yourself out there for the sake of others is wearing you down. And you aren’t actually happy.

“I don’t.” Your voice cracks and when you blink next, your sight is blurry.

“That’s what I’m saying. You bend and you bend for these short bursts of attention but you don’t need it. The only thing that should matter to you is your wellbeing. The rest comes after.” His voice retains the same dryness as it had before, but there’s an unmistaken lilt of tenderness.

You look away from his gaze and wipe the corners of your eyes with the back of your hand as you take a shaky breath.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you care so much about me?” You offer him a small smile to hopefully deter any ill will that statement could bring up.

“Tch, don’t get me wrong, you’re still annoying. But, I can’t stand watching people tear themselves down for the sake of others. You’re here to live for yourself, not for them.” His steely eyes roll to the ceiling before landing back on you.

“Right. Well. I’ll keep that in mind.” You smile at him, a genuine one that squeezes your eyes closed. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, even if your words are a little rough.” He huffs at that then nods curtly, tapping his foot on the ground.

“On that note, I need to-“

“Will you stay with me?” Your words come out faster than you can stop yourself. A sudden burst of warmth blooms into your face. “I-I mean, if you want. I just have this pizza left and-“

“Do you want me to stay?” He stares hard at you as he reads your reaction. You have a feeling he’s testing you.

Do you want that?

Yes, you do.

“Please stay?”

He considers you for a moment before relaxing, his arms falling to his sides.

“Okay.”

Once again, you find yourself on the floor with the janitor, knees tucked into your chest as you’re lost in thought. He sits a few feet away, slowly chewing on a just heated up piece of pizza while he stares out into the night. Your eyes never leave his face, watching the way his long eyelashes tickle his cheekbones and the way his hair falls in his face. You notice the dark circles that bruise the underside of his eyes.

“Do you ever take time off?” You ask softly.

“I never needed to.”

“You look really tired.”

“That’s just my face.” You laugh at that and he gives you a side eye. He wasn’t expecting that from you.

“Where would you go if you ever took time off?” You ask despite the fact he might ignore you as he didn’t seem the type to indulge such stupid questions, but he surprises you.

“Home.” He says without skipping a beat.

“Home? Really? Are you not home that often that you miss it more or something?”

“It’s quiet and all of my things are there. Where else would I go?” He stares at you with a perturbed expression. His dry voice adds to his comment and you find it very endearing. You think you see his lip twitch, but it might have been your imagination.

“What about you?”

Leaning back on your hands, you stretch your legs out with a soft groan and stare out the window. By this time, it’s well into 9pm and you still have work to do. But with the janitor staring at you, you find yourself pushing the thought of work away for now.

“Don’t laugh. But I really want to experience a day in that park off of Centennial. I heard it’s really nice in the afternoon because of the trees and little river that cuts through it. I would love to just sit out on a blanket and draw for a bit.” You say wistfully. You can already feel the heat of the sun against your skin.

“You’re an artist?”

“Yeah, struggling and starving as most are. But I draw when I can.”

He hums softly. “That sounds like a good day.” He says, wiping his hands on the towel that was tied to his utility belt around his waist.

You beam over to him at that. You again think to yourself of why people don’t like him. He was blunt and a little tactless, but he was caring and empathetic. Something you wouldn’t see from the outside. You liked him for just being himself with you.

Realization dawns on you at what his words meant earlier. Just being you was enough. You matter.

“Thank you.” You say simply, a toothy grin pointed his way.

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A month passes and you find yourself steadily settling more into your job. You haven’t seen the janitor much since that one night. When you got home after that conversation, you made a promise you would only do things that you wanted to do for the sake of yourself and not others. The next time your coworker came to you for help, you were able to put your foot down and tell them no. Your voice and hands shook the whole time, but since then you haven’t been bothered. Unfortunately, you helped your supervisor when asked but you are proud of the progress that you made with your boundaries.

And now, here you are on a blanket in Centennial Park on a Thursday, lying on your stomach with your sketchbook propped open in front as you pop grapes into your mouth. There’s dark charcoal smudged along the side of your hands but you can’t find yourself caring as you finish a hooded eye with a flourish. It’s a nice day with a light breeze that helps keep you cool and soft music flows through your ears from your earphones, quiet enough so that you can be aware of your surroundings.

You’ve been at the park for so long that you’re almost done with your drawing and you’re thinking you should have brought a book to read when something kicks your foot. It makes you jump and your head twists behind you to see who or what it was. You assume it’s a child that kicked their ball too far as that happened earlier, but instead you scrunch your eyes to make sense of the figure in front of you.

Your eyes trail up to find it's a man dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt, with a pair of oversized headphones circling his neck and sunglasses covering his eyes. The shades are dark but you can only assume he’s staring down at you. In his hands are two hot to-go cups.

“Can I help you?” You ask up to the mystery man, not hiding the annoyance in your tone.

“So she does take a day off. It’s nice to see you away from the computer screen.” The voice is familiar and you find yourself scrambling up to your feet, staring at him hard. He’s the same height as you and you notice his lips are all too familiar. They’re the same ones belonging to the drawing you just finished.

“You’re the janitor! What are you doing here?” Your annoyance quickly changes into surprise.

“Took the day off and I’m meeting a friend.” He raises one of the cups which you assume must be his friend’s. “And you can just call me Levi, by the way.” He grumbles the last bit. You only now realize you never asked for his name in any of the interactions you’ve had with him. Your face flares in embarrassment.

“I- yeah. I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me to have never asked.” You tell him your name as well but he just nods.

“I know who you are, and it’s fine.” He shrugs, tone dry as ever.

“You know my name? But how?” You don’t remember telling him your name. Nor has he ever been around to hear it be said. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You have a plaque on your desk.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fair.” You run a hand through your hair as you laugh at that. You don’t notice the way his eyes flicker from your sweet face to the sketch behind you on the ground. He huffs softly at that.

“Well, I can’t keep them waiting so. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” He murmurs before turning on his heel in the opposite direction.

“Wait, Levi!” You yell, taking a few steps towards him. His head tilts back in your direction so that you see his blue-gray eyes side-eying you from behind his sunglasses.

“What?”

“Would you like to get some tea with me sometime?” You ask quickly. Your voice wavers slightly with anxiety as you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Are you sure you don’t have other people’s work to complete first?” You laugh at that.

“No. I don’t think that will be a problem.” The sides of his mouth twitches.

“Then sure. Only if you bring your mom’s cookies again.” He raises his cup at you before turning his back to you and walking down the hill.

You sit back down with a grin, staring down at your finished sketch of Levi leaning against the doorframe of the break room.

Doing things for yourself has never felt so good.

I'm adding my taglist to this bc I'm actually quite proud of this one?

-> taglist: @averysmolbear @humanitys-strongest-bamf @youre-ackermine @notgoodforlife @roseofdarknessblog @missamity @levis-squishy-cheeks @icansmellsouls @dkbktk420 @elnyrae @romantichomicide95 @sckerman @secretmoneybearvoid @apolloshaiku @sujiroses @jadam724 @kamyru @highgoon69 @missyasma @nube55 @svftackerman

The link to my taglist is in my pinned post on my blog!!

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[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

Is everyone excited for the end of school? How soon is it?

Roy: "Assuming they don't change anything, the last day should be Friday, June 14th. If we had answered this when it was originally asked, I could've told you that it's sixty-nine days away."

Ludwig: "It's currently the last day of Spring Break! This part of the year always flies by, super quickly. Which is impressive given that this school year has already been going by super fast...! It feels like just last week, it first started!!"

Larry: "I'm excited!! I could really use a break from school!"

Lemmy: "You JUST got one!!"

Wendy: "... I'm not too excited to leave... Shockingly... For no particular reason..."

Spewart: "(Hopefully) We can do a bunch of stuff this Summer!! It'd be nice to go camping and maybe go on some other vacations, visit a beach or two... There's a whole lot I wanna do!"

Rango: "I'm definitely excited for school to end... 'Cuz my math teacher is a huge BITCH!!!"

Hariet: "Um, woah...!!"

Rango: "I am so sick and tired of this school year!!! Dee going missing, all the crap with Iggy, getting made fun of by everyone in my class for peeing myself, the fact that that happened because of my math teacher not letting me go, my math teacher generally just being such a complete JERK, trying to do a bunch of work while missing an arm, my locker's combo almost never works, lunch is super late in the day, I don't understand half of my assignments, learning that I might die, and—I HATE EVERYTHING!!!"

Topper: "Good lord- Rango, calm down!!" D:

Rango: "I'M TRYING!!! I can't... Keep... Doing this... I just want it to be Summer...... And all my problems will go away!!"

Nabbit: "... Well, I'm homeschooled, so-"

Motley: "I don't hate school...! I'm just excited to get to watch TV all day!!!" :3

Peasley: "I want to take Luddy on a road trip to the Beanbean Kingdom when we get out of school! Buuut, yeah, we'll see how that goes."