#when he comes on im sure he’s gonna apologize and normally i’d brush it off and say its okay

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

I need to share soft sign language buddies ninogami headcanon because they’re taking over my brain always:

(This got so long, so youre welcome if youre also starved for ninogami content)

Nino’s mom is Deaf , so he grew up signing as much as speaking. When he was younger he always signed as he talked.

It turned out he’s also Hard of Hearing, so sign language is way easier for him to understand most of the time.

However, though he’s great at making friends, he’s very awkward when it comes to talking about himself. So never comes up in conversation.

It’s not a self-deprication issue. It’s just a “thinking of things to say is hard and I’d rather have someone else do the talking” thing. He’d rather talk about anyone except himself.

Additionally! He’s great at helping other people, but he’s terrible at asking for help. He does not EVER want to be like “hey i cant understand what you’re saying, my ears dont work great,” its his worst nightmare

And it doesnt help that there have been a few cases of people being rude about it when he doesnt hear them after they repeat themselves. And possibly worse, there have been even more cases of people giving over-the-top apologies instead of just,, telling him what they said. So it’s not worth the trouble in his mind

with his few close friends who still dont know, it feels like its too late and it’d be awkward to bring it up, so he just… doesnt. He’s procrastinating on telling them he cant hear them

He stopped signing as much as he talked in middle school because strangers would always be like “woah thats so cool, how do you know sign language” and he’d just panic because he was an awkward tween, and he didnt know if he was comfortable telling them he was HoH, but ALSO just saying his mom was Deaf and not mentioning himself felt like directly lying by hiding information, so he just took the “lazy” way out and signed less in public.

Sometimes fighting the anxiety was not worth it so he just let it win in that case.

Nino is so nice and energetic and loves people, but he is way more introverted and anxious than his friends think.

But when they start to get closer, Kagami who is ever-observant, notices him signing a little bit, (not ever to her, not ever on purpose, but he’d sometimes sign a word he needed to remember while speaking or sign along to emphasize something)

and she luckily for his anxiety, she doesnt know how to have a normal conversation either.

Her (platonic as well as romantic) love language is studying and research, and Nino seems very cool and she likes him, even if she is awful at holding a conversation with him or doing anything to show it.

She thinks he’s so cool and such an amazing talented kind friend. She has so much love for him that she doesnt know what to do with it. So she channels that energy into learning to sign through the internet and whatever tools she can find

And then after a while of this, she’s like “oh no, he’s gonna think that’s so creepy, I cant tell him I know sign language or he’ll be so uncomfortable”

So, like a whole idiot, she hides that she’s learning sign language from anyone. Because OBVIOUSLY if word got back to Nino, he’d assume it was because of him and that she was a weirdo he shouldn’t be friends with

But also Kagami accidentally falls in love with sign language because she has undiagnosed autism. She always assumed that communicating was just going to be impossible no matter what, but as she gets proficient in sign language she’s like,,, oh,,, OH,, this is very nice

Even just signing while she talks makes it so much easier to keep words and sentances straight, but she only does it when she’s alone with her mother, who is literally blind and would never know.

They become closer friends in late high school, and by that time a lot of Nino’s anxiety has worn off and he’s become completely comfortable letting teachers know when he needs to hear somthing, and middle school feels like a distant dream

At some point, Nino invites Kagami to his house a few times, and he signs with his mom. Nino is like “I can interpret for you,” and Kagami is like “wow thanks, I’m so lucky, because I obviously do not know any sign language, why would I have learned it, and also for the record it is brand new information to me that you can sign,” and Nino is like “cool? Its not a secret but im glad i told you if you somehow didnt already know,” and Kagami is like, “yep :)”

But then eventually as they become really close, they are texting one night, (Kagami can still barely get out of her house, so they need to communicate remotely. And both of then HATE phone calls bc its so hard to understand whats happening, but neither of them have admitted this to anyone)

Nino admits that he likes using sign language better than talking, and he wishes he could use it with his friends, but he’d feel so guilty asking them to learn an entire language just to make him slightly more comfortable. He can talk and hear OKAY so he shouldnt put the pressure on them.

and Kagami is like “you could always ask, worst case scenerio they say no, and i dont think thats an unreasonable demand” and nino is like “it is though,” and kagami’s like “ok so haha funny story, please dont hate me” and nino is like, “…what.” And kagami confesses everything and nino is like “why… why would i hate you for that?” And Kagami is like “oh wait youre right im stupid,”

And then Nino’s also like “hey if YOURE more comfortable signing too, then why dont YOU ask your friends to sign for you. Do you see what i mean? It’s hard to ask-” and kagami is like, “as your friend i will prove it is not.”

So then Kagami ends up confronting Adrien and Marinette the next day and is like “Hi. This is a sign language dictionary. Learn from it.” And they’re both like “what?” And she’s like “oh wait sorry. Backing up. I’m autistic. I decided like three years ago. Forgot to tell you. And I need you to learn to sign a little bit so you can understand if i sign something at you. If you want, of course. Please :D.” And theyre like “ok sure yeah i can do that.”

(Theyve already learned and accepted that shes extremely direct in asking for things)

So then she texts nino and is like “i did it. Youre welcome.”

But anyway both of them are uncomfortable in crowds and parties: Nino cant hear anyone and Kagami tends to get sensory overload, so they start signing mostly in those situations, and then it starts to sink in that they’re allowed to sign whenever and that the other really IS also comfortable with it.

(Both of them are much more willing to make sacrifices for others than to try something new and intimidating for themself, so this is the perfect situation to trick them into getting out of their comfort zone, ironically by trying to be more comfortable in the long run)

so they will just sit together and hang out and have long conversations while just chilling somewhere in a park or at cafes or whatever. Both of them become chattier than they’ve ever been because talking and understanding is so much easier, and its addicting

And their close friends all become proficient enough in sign language to have simple conversations.

But also Nino and Kagami start sitting together automatically even in group hangouts, and they start hanging out more with just the two of them, and soon neither of them feel bad about asking to hang out in quieter places, because they can justify it knowing that it will also help the other one, and together that makes both of them also more comfortable asking for little accomodations from other friends, if only to prove to the other that they can do it too.

And Kagami has the lesser-known autism side effect where she makes WAY TOO MUCH eye contact. She’s aware of it but that doesnt make it go away. Normally she feels so awkward about it, and overthinks her gaze because she doesnt want to scare people away. But when signing, you literally HAVE to be watching the other person constantly, so she has an excuse to just be herself, and its so relieving

(and also its kind of fun to look at Nino anyway because he can get so animated and his smile is really nice and oh no she is in love a little bit)

And Nino always struggles because he emotionally ALWAYS needs to be the nice polite one. His anxiety sometimes gets the better of him and he’s constantly worried about sending the wrong signals to his friends and coming off as rude somehow. But with Kagami, he can literally just ask?? And she will tell him her honest opinion without making it weird. And its so comfy and so good and he really loves hearing her unfiltered opinions on so many things because she sees the world in such a unique way and she gets so passionate about such little things and then oh no, he is fallen for her before he can realize it

And they also learn that they’re both artists, they both love to just observe the world because even if they;re awkward, people are actually pretty great most of the time, and its fun to observe them and try to capture the world, and they just sit together and sketch, or they watch each other sketch, and the thing is, both of them draw ONLY FOR THEMSELVES, its not a ‘skill,’ and they don;t want it to be, its just private art for relaxation. Somehow, though, its okay if they share their art with each other. They can just sit in comfortable silence for hours while one of them sketches something and the other watches patiently

And they start to get more comfortable with one of their heads resting on the other’s shoulder as they watch them doodle, and sitting so close their legs press together, and soon enough their hands start brushing against each other’s as they walk next to each other and then all of a sudden they’re casually holding hands whenever they’re not signing because it’s nice

They try to share headphones so Nino can share some of his favorite songs and his compositions with Kagami. But try as she might, Kagami can not handle the sensory of only having one earbud in. Nino knows her tells by that point, and he’s not about to let her suffer for a stupid reason, but she REALLY does want to hear his music. They somehow end up with Kagami putting a pair of headphones around her neck and turning up the volume a little bit so she can hear, while Nino rests his head on her shoulder so he can hear just enough to know where she is in the song

And then he has to sit up and scootch away just enough to see her hands so they can talk about it, and they both pretend not to notice how nice it was to snuggle as they sign. Its fine, though, because now they get the excuse to just look at each other again and sign overdramatically with exaggerated facial expressions, and no one else around can overhear their conversation, and Nino likes to go a little over the top when signing onomatopoeia and acting out particular parts of the song rhythm that he likes, and Kagami laughs, and they both mentally save the image of each other in this moment the same way that they look at reference images for artwork, memorizing the lines of each movement and the things that make each smile unique,

and Nino also shows up at every single one of her fencing tournaments, and he sits as close as he can and signs encouraging messages to her from the crowd whenever she’s not actively competing, (that her blind mom can never catch, which is somewhat of a bonus to Kagami, because every element of their friendship that her mother cant interact with makes this more personal and special and HERS). Every little sign she sends back at him, even a simple thank you, always feels so good and rebellious and free because shes supposed to be focusing on fencing but shes deciding to care more about friendship. And even if she’s expected to leave immediately afterword, she’ll find every excuse possible to find him and give him a hug, which he’ll always accept even though she jokingly warns him shes sweaty and gross

And eventually they are special best friends and it brings them instant joy to see each other and theyre able to interact for no reason other than that they want to and like each other

(And then they kiss)

#ninogami #ninami #nino lahiffe #kagami tsurugi #miraculous ladybug #ml #fic tag #dont want to tag this with the other ship because the tumblr algorithm is weird #and i dont want it going in the tag because theres no content for that ship and this directly opposes it #but i respect nino and alyas relationship so much they are so good and perfect #but im also terminally a multishipper #and ninogami is so darn precious too i love them #i just try not think about the circumstances with alya in this shup #ship #just imagine she and nino are still close bros and alya is dating marinette or adrien or whoever else you want

[yuu-says]

An archon’s love

Oof- can’t believe the first full-fic I write for this fandom is somewhat angst?? when will the fluff gods bless me oh my gOD 😭😭 anyways the archons are so fun to write angst for pls I have a couple drafts with zhongles and vents already im 😔😔✋✋

Anyways!! I crossposted on my ao3 as per usual and if you wanna drop a tippy tip for your local broke student, here’s a ko-fi jar uwu lets get ittt

Pairing : Zhongli/Reader

Word count : 1223

Summary : The love of an archon is eternal; they knew this. But still, it doesn’t stop them from loving the human who’ve wormed their way into their heart. And for one such archon, the day for him to meet them again was upon him.

Gently coaxed from the land of dreams, the archon awoke to the touch of golden rays - soft. warm. welcoming- and he smiled. He breathed deeply, savoring the warmth that the sun has blessed him with and turned, heavy eyes revealing themselves to the other side of the bed; empty save for a pillow.

Slowly, he lay his hand atop the silken covers, gleam of gold catching against the similarly coloured light. The band glinted, heavy against his fingers as he remembered what today was.

It was the day he was to meet you again.

He hummed, wondering how long it has been since your departure - your shared bed now cold and empty without your presence. It hadn’t always been like this, had it? He can still hear the the echoes of your laughter from the recesses of his mind - a scene of your early morning antics replaying in his brain, bringing a smile to his face.

You were always trying to get him to sleep in more.

And if he wasn’t careful, he’d do just that today.

Carefully, as if he'd wake a sleeping person, Zhongli moved to get out of bed - soft covers pulling away from his body as he stretched his limbs and stood to height. He breathed deeply once more, content flushing his system as he feels satisfaction from a good night's sleep. The archon ran his fingers through his hair, humming as he went about his day.

He wondered what you would like to see him wear today. His usual? Or a more casual look?

Would you appreciate his hair in whatever style it is he chose for the day? You always did love seeing his hair in a high ponytail- perhaps a change of style was in order?

He went about his morning with thoughts of you in his mind - the way you’d hug him from behind whenever he made his morning tea, how you’d laugh at him for his horrible bedhead, how you’d bid him farewell with a press of your lips to his forehead - the memories played vividly in his mind and, as he fixes his hair in its usual style, he can’t help the ache that has started to form in his chest.

He misses you.

And he couldn’t wait to see you.

Stepping outside, Zhongli took a moment to watch the breaking of dawn - the changing colours of the sky granting him deep appreciation; the brush of cold air that caressed his cheek, his hair swaying with the movement. He breathed in the crisp hair, thankful that you and he had chosen such a beautiful place to call your home.

With the thought in mind, he tear his eyes away from the scenery and let his feet guide him to where he needed to be - shoes hitting cobblestone pavement, the sound echoing in the empty street. Soon, cobblestone turned to wood and the silence exchanged itself for the life of Liyue - ever bustling even if the sun hadn’t fully risen from the horizon.

Making sure he’d brought the sack of Mora his friend had so graciously gifted him the day before, Zhongli stepped into the funeral parlour to attend to his half-day duties. He greeted the secretary of the parlour, ever diligent and always earlier than he, before making his way into the confines of his office - a mental run through of the things he needed to do being checked in his head.

A bouquet of flowers.

A bottle of your favourite drink.

A couple dishes from Wanmin Restaurant.

And a quick stop at the jeweller’s so that he may appraise their wares.

It was a relatively short list and by the time he was done, the sun had started to settle upon the horizon, sky painted various shades of oranges, pinks and purples. He smiled at the colours of the heavens and, with the wares in hand, made his way to the meeting place.

There was a place on the hills behind Liyue where you liked to reside - it was high enough that it overlooked the mouth of the harbour but low enough that anyone coming wouldn’t have a hard time getting there. It was as he made his way over that he spotted his friend leaving - back turned towards the tree where you would rest as you waited for him.

Zhongli smiled.

“Barbatos,” he hummed the archon’s name, the bard laughing as he greeted his old friend. “I didn’t know you would be here today,”

“Well I heard it was ______’s day, so I thought I’d drop by!” Venti laughed, skipping to Zhongli’s side and lightly nudging him as he leaned closer. He wagged a finger at the old archon, a teasing grin on his face as his weight practically hung off his friend. “Yknow, warm their ears for your babbling and all,”

Normally, Zhongli would have scowled at this but he merely shook his head, an amused smile on his face. Letting his gaze linger on his friend for a moment more, the geo archon turned his head towards the tree that overlooked the harbour - the tree where he knew you would be waiting for him as you had always done.

“Will you be joining me as well? I’m sure _____ would be delighted to hear more from you,” the blackette hummed, taking a couple steps back and plopping himself on the grass below - his landing softened by the gust of wind he’d summoned.

“No. I’m gonna rest here for a bit. I think I’ve bothered you on your dates one too many times,” Venti grinned and if Zhongli noticed the way his smile seemed a little too strained, the geo archon said nothing of it. He nodded, thanking his friend and bidding him a farewell as his feet continued to carry him up the small hill.

The Anemo archon watched as he came upon the great tree, the shadow of the leaves making the man harder to see against the quickly fading light. A faint apology and the rustle of cloths carried itself in the winds as Zhongli took his seat near you and Venti forcefully tore his gaze away.

He wanted to leave. But what kind of friend would he be if he wasn’t here to support the old archon?

As Venti lifted his head to stare at the skies above, the stars glimmered as they watched over his friend, whose voice had turned to a mere murmur as he greeted you.

“I’m sorry for being late, ______,” the smile that had been home to his lips since morning threatened to slip, heart clenching painfully as his feelings hit him full force. He could feel the prick of tears at the corner of his eyes and the shakiness of his fingers as he carefully placed the bouquet at the crown of your grave.

He missed you.

And he was happy to be seeing you again.

#yuu writes #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact #genshin imagines #venti makes an appearance as an emotional support hamster uwu #childe too if you squint bfhsdjgsd #pls i wanna write fr scaramouche so bad but the idea gods wont bLESS ME #GIB ME MY ELECTRO BOI #not me posting this on the week where im focused on building him fbsdghfds #bls- #genshin impact x reader

[honeypirate]

First and foremost CONGRATULATIONS!! You deserve all of them, as your writing has always been amazing and i love it so I'm thrilled to here you get the recognition you deserve! As for the 420 Event may I request Hinawa (cause im predictable) with in order, 9, 4, and these last two are from the 'pack the bowl' prompt list cause i loved them both 9 and 11. If this is too much or doesnt make much sense feel free to skip it, the bottom line is that Im happy that so many people recognize your talent!

I’m probably gonna say that I had so much fun writing this on every one but I truly had fun writing all of them lmao

Thank you so much for sending in a request! ♥️

Hinawa x fem!reader + Late night drive + normal U + training + they realize they love you

Event Masterlist

Training with Hinawa was a regular occurrence. About every other day you’d meet to train your hand to hand combat skills, keeping each other on your toes.

You haven’t been able to beat him yet, he always finds a way to get around your defenses, always seems to know what you’re going to do next. After many years of friendship and sparring, you haven’t been able to win, until today.

While he was sending a jab to your side, he gets distracted by your pony falling from your hair, the way it fell slowly framing your face had him noticing how your skin seemed to glow in the sunset. He was distracted so he didn’t watch or notice what you were going to do next. instead of dodging or moving back you grabbed his wrist and pulled with all your might, spinning him off his footing as he twisted to have his back to you, you quickly kick the back of his knees and move out of the way as he drops to his back.

You’re on him in an instant, hands on his wrists holding them down beside his head as you laugh “what’s going on Lieutenant? Are you getting rusty? You didn’t let me beat you did you?” Your face was so close to his, he could smell your shampoo and the sweat glistening on your skin. He could feel the way your knees squeeze his sides, your body heat against him and your chests heaving together as you pant.

Your hair framing your face, your eyes shining in the sunset and a cute grin on your lips for getting him pinned. He feels his heart racing, like it was filled with butterflies. He feels the excitement in his veins, like every cell in his body was screaming in happiness because you bested him today. You’ve finally grown stronger and he can’t help the sense of overwhelming pride and… he gasps softly.

You watch his eyes widen momentarily and a small gasp leave his lips. You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows “are you okay?” You ask

he wants to shout about how not okay he is. How he just realized that him, the keep your emotions in check because they’re so exhausting guy… is in love with you.

He clears his throat and smirks “I could get out of this really easily” he says and feels his blood heat up when he feels your knees squeeze him tighter and your hands grip his wrists tighter

“Prove it” you tease and he laughs once before the wind is getting knocked from your lungs with an “oohf” as he flips you, slamming you into the ground as he holds your wrists down.

“Okay, so you were telling the truth” you groan and he chuckles, his hand moving before he could think about the action and brushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

This time it’s your turn to gasp softly, your eyes widening as he performs what feels like an extremely intimate moment.

You go silent, looking up at him with doe eyes and a small smile as he internally freaks out over his actions

He clears his throat and climbs off you quickly “I think that’s it for today” he says and you nod, standing up as well “thanks for the lessons Lieutenant” you say and he nods, an unfamiliar blush coating his cheeks.

You can’t stop thinking about training. You’re laying in your bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep as it runs through your head again and again. The way his cheeks flushed, the way he touched your hair, you don’t know what it was about it but it was different. Something was different and no matter what you did you couldn’t calm your racing heart and anxiety. You tried deep breathing and meditation, you tried music and yoga, nothing. You groan and throw off your covers from bed, pulling on your shoes with your pajamas consisting of black cotton shorts and an old big T-shirt, you throw open your door and find a very stunned looking Lieutenant.

He laughs softly “hi” he says and you raise your eyebrows “hello” it’s quiet for a moment, your cheeks flushing under his soft gaze.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me” he says and you chuckle, a smile finding your lips “where are we going?” You ask him and exit your room

“I don’t really have a destination just wanted to go for a drive” he says with a small smile and you nod

“Okay okay. Let’s go then”

Sitting beside him in the silence of the matchbox was soothing. You realized that your anxiety was gone and so was your crazy racing heartbeat. You looked over at him and smiled softly, what about him made you feel so comfortable? Why him? Why do you—.. you stop your train of thought when you realize where it’s headed.

You couldn’t love the Lieutenant. Surely that wasn’t it. Right? ‘Oh Sol please help’ you think

He meets your eye for a moment as he drives and raises his eyebrows, silently asking if you were okay.

“This is .. really nice. Thank you for inviting me” you say softly and he nods once

“I’m glad you’re here with me” he admits, so soft it felt fragile, which was something you never would think about when you thought about Hinawa.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too” you say, your face feeling warm.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been driving, didn’t look at the clock before you left, but it now says 1:53 and you feel calmer than you have in months.

You’ve talked with him almost this whole time, about anything other than work. You talked about your childhoods and your favorite foods, you talked about your favorite music and movies, you made each other laugh and it felt for the first time you were just two people and all that mattered was the little world inside the matchbox.

You were talking about your favorite book now, talking a bit with your hands as they move with your voice. The back of your hand bumps into his that was resting on the shifter and you pull your hand back with a soft apology as you continue talking.

His hand still feels the warmth of yours against it even though your hand barely touched his for a moment “y/n” he says softly and you turn your head “yeah?”

“Can I borrow that book?” He asks and you nod “of course! I would love to talk about it with you more” he clears his throat and holds out his hand “can I.. hold your hand?” He asks and feels his stomach drop with how utterly fifth grade that sounded.

You don’t answer him, you just slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together, bringing his hand to rest in your lap as you try and calm your fluttering heart.

His heart beats hard in his chest and there’s a smile on his lips that he couldn’t get rid of if he wanted to.

It was silent for a little while, as he drove along the winding road that runs through the town, both of you just sitting with the sweet feeling in your hearts and how nice it felt to be holding hands. Your fingers of your other hand brush against the back of his hand you’re holding, up to his wrist and down to his knuckles as you look out the window.

“May I tell you something?” He asks, breaking the silence and you turn your face towards him

“Anything”

He swallows hard and you see his jaw tense

“I think I’m in love with you” his voice was so quiet you almost missed it

“You think?” You ask, the smile in your voice making him look over to you for a moment and squeeze your hand.

“Well I’m not used to deep feelings” he says

“Hmm yeah that’s true. I’m not that used to them either but..” you lean over and kiss his cheek, whispering into his ear “I’d be happy to learn with you. I think I love you too”

His smile widens as his stomach fills with butterflies, a feeling he's beginning to enjoy again, and he pulls into the garage back at the company, his hand leaving yours so he can downshift before he puts it in neutral and turns off the truck.

He clicks his seat belt off and turns to face you, leaning across the middle, cupping your cheeks “really?” He asks, searching your eyes and you laugh, hands reaching up to rest against his

“Really”

His eyes flick down to your lips before you lean forward, closing the distance as your lips brush against his for just a second.

He takes a sharp inhale when you pull back but then he’s leaning forward, capturing your lips again and making you melt against him.

#hinawa fanfiction #hinawa imagines #hinawa x y/n #hinawa x you #hinawa takehisa x reader #fire force hinawa #hinawa x reader

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader second series!! part nine

— (continuation) starstruck au!

first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH ricky discovers his mom has a new boyfriend and isn’t happy.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES I AM SO SO SORRY it’s been so long since i’ve updated and this kind of ends in a weird spot but i’ve been so busy IM SO SO SORRY there is one more part left after this and this storyline will officially be over but keep an eye out for more ricky x readers in the future :)

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

( tags: @hesvoid34 @omgdani17 )

lowercase intended.

you woke up the next morning and rolled over to find an empty bed. you opened your eyes and looked around the room curiously. ricky was never awake before you.

you sat up and stretched. as you slung your legs over the side of the bed, you heard raised voices from downstairs somewhere. you recognized ricky’s voice, but not the other.

“mom, i don’t know what you want from me,” ricky said, his voice breaking. his tone was almost begging.

“ricky,” ricky’s mom took a deep breath. “i just need you to listen to me.”

“oh, i’m listening. trust me, i’m listening. you show up to my house at seven in the morning to get your stuff and just casually tell me you have a new boyfriend? are you kidding?”

“i thought you would be happy for me.”

“you and dad divorced less than a month ago! you haven’t contacted me in weeks! how am i supposed to be happy?”

“i’ve done so much for you!” she yelled. “i gave up my life to make sure you could achieve your dreams!”

“yeah, some parent you were in the process!” he yelled back. “you put my career over everything! just because i acted ‘mature for my age’ doesn’t mean i didn’t need my mom!”

“you turned out fine now!”

“mom! parenting doesn’t just stop the second i turn 18!”

there was a pause. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, frozen in place. you weren’t sure what to do. you hated listening and not doing anything, but it wasn’t your place to say anything.

“you act like this is all my fault,” ricky’s mom said. “you act like you weren’t the one who was so closed off constantly. or you weren’t the one who randomly decided to give up on this huge tv show deal just because of a girl. speaking of, you have a new girlfriend you love so much? why have i never met her?”

“do not bring her into this,” ricky said harshly. “she is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. and maybe, if you had cared enough to call, you would have met her.”

“you know what? i didn’t come here to be attacked. i’m leaving. mail me the rest of whatever i have here.”

“right, because you can’t stand to ever see me again,” ricky said. “love you too, mom!”

the front door slammed and the house was silent for a moment. you heard ricky swear and you slid off of the bed. you walked downstairs carefully and saw ricky sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. he sniffed and you frowned, approaching him slowly. 

“ricky?” you asked gently as you neared him. he lifted his head to look at you and his eyes were red and puffy. your heart ached at the sight and you sat on the floor in front of him, studying his face. 

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” ricky said softly. “i’m sorry.”

you shook your head and placed a hand on his cheek gently. he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “you didn’t, don’t worry. are you okay?”

he shook his head. “i’m such an asshole. i can’t believe i said that shit to her.”

“you can’t blame yourself for having feelings,” you said. “you’re hurt, and you have every right to be.”

“yeah. i don’t know,” he said. “she wasn’t a bad mom. she wasn’t great. but she wasn’t as bad as i made her out to be.”

“you said stuff in the heat of the moment.” you said. “that’s okay. when you both calm down, you can talk to her again. apologize, maybe.”

ricky didn’t reply. he sighed and looked past you, lost in thought. you shifted and rested your hands on his knees, keeping your eyes on his. “this is not your fault. your mom got a new boyfriend, you said?”

“mhm,” he said. “i have a feeling it’s been going longer than she said. i just... don’t understand how she expects me to be so okay with that. she wants me to meet him, as if i’m just going to take him in as a second dad.”

“it’s a big adjustment that i’m sure she’s not sure how to get through, either. and while she can’t expect you to be okay with this, i guess you can’t really expect her to know how to adjust to your new dynamic, if that makes sense. i mean, she’s worked closely as your manager alongside your dad for a long time. this, being away from you and divorcing your dad? that can’t be easy to get used to.”

“yeah. you’re right,” he said. “sometimes i just wish that i had a normal childhood. with normal parents.”

“i know,” you said. “i know, and i’m sorry. it’s not easy, and it never will be. but you can use this as a chance to build a new, different relationship with your parents. you can never get your childhood years back, but you still have plenty of time to have a good relationship.”

ricky gave you a faint smile and brushed his thumb across your cheek. “thank you.” he said genuinely. you smiled and slipped onto the couch next to him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a hand in his hair on the back of his head. he relaxed in your arms and placed his arms around your waist, holding you tightly. you stayed in that position for a while, playing with his hair. eventually, you pulled back slightly and planted a kiss on his cheek, studying his face. while he was obviously still upset, you hoped you had at least helped the situation to an extent. 

“are you okay?” you asked. ricky nodded.

“i will be. i think i’m gonna go get some more sleep, if that’s okay,” he said.

“that’s a good idea,” you said. “try not to stress yourself out too much, okay?”

he nodded and leaned in to kiss you quickly, before disappearing up the stairs. you sighed and laid back on the couch. before you knew it, you fell back asleep.

“hey,” you heard ricky’s voice from behind you. you were standing at the fridge and felt his arms wrap around your waist. you smiled as ricky kissed the side of your head and you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to face him.

“hi love. how are you feeling?” he still looked tired, but seemed calmer.

“i’m okay,” he said. “we should do something today. just the two of us.”

you hummed. “oh yeah? what were you thinking?”

“just a bunch of things. just like when you were here for christmas. we could grab lunch, check out some shops, maybe stop by the beach.”

“as long as we don’t sink a car, i’m in. a day with you sounds great.” he kissed your cheek and released his arms from around you.

“okay. i’m gonna go change. we can leave in like twenty minutes?”

“perfect.”

twenty minutes later, you sat in the passengers seat of ricky’s car, the music loud and his hand on your leg. you were headed to a cute diner a few minutes away from ricky’s house, one that you had passed by a few times and wanted to try.

when you got to the diner you sat across from each other at a small table by a window. you both ordered breakfast foods (they served them all day and sounded really good) and chatted as you waited. after a moment of silence, he spoke up. “so have you thought about the logistics of you moving here?”

you nodded. “mhm. right after graduation, you’ll be stuck with me. i texted my parents already to let them know, and they seemed okay with it. i was thinking maybe i’d find a job at a bookstore, or something.”

“you don’t have to do that,” he said. “i hate suggesting that i could pay for everything but... i could.”

“i know,” you smiled. “but i don’t want to rely on you for everything. and what about when you’re busy all day, you know? it’d be nice for me to have something to do.”

“yeah, of course,” he said. “i could also find a job for you on my team. especially for next time i go on tour, so you could come with.”

“that sounds great. going on tour with you would be really cool.”

ricky grinned. “yeah it would be. it’s in the plans for the near future, too. worldwide tour. you could finally visit all the places you’ve wanted to.”

you grabbed his hand from across the table. “i can’t wait.”

#ricky bowen starstruck au #joshua bassett #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #olivia rodrigo #ashlyn caswell #bowen #ricky #ricky bowen x reader #drivers license #hsm the series #ricky bowen #ricky bowen headcanons #ricky bowen one shots

[ukiyo-jaem]

my timer didn't go off to post this at 0:00 i am so sorry~~

warnings: smut (it's tasteful), mean parents (??) that's about it. it's got fluff in here. NOT PROOFREAD

words: 4.1k (there's a plot, trust me)

domestic!mark lee ugh a fan favorite~

I listened to Fool for You by Zayn while writing so...yeah. alrighty, let's go~~

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Fool For You

summer breezes and fresh flowers. the first big stretch when you first wake up that has you reeling back into the euphoric feeling of your warm sheets. taking a bite of your favorite dessert that reminds you of home. that scent that carries you away to your childhood of good memories and make-believe scenarios; where the worst disaster was your parents calling you in for dinner.

that's what it felt like to be in his presence.

the late night summer dates with Mark were what felt like true heaven. the nights where both of you would stay up till the early dawn holding each other so closely. the stickiness of one's skin from the morning humidity was beauty in his eyes. your natural form where no one could take you away from him.

"no matter how much i say that i love you, i will always love you more than that."

his words held so much depth when he spoke to you. he treated you like his queen and he truly was your king. he was the love of your wildest dreams. but he was way better...because he was real.

both of your families condemned this love and thought of it as useless and a waste of time. yet, it was all the time for both of you. you didn't need anyone else except mark and mark alone.

but every knife has it's point...and you've both been reaching it slowly but surely. the calls to one's family becoming longer and less loud.

"i don't want to go to dinner with your family though." your words were heartbreaking to his ears but he had made his decision. "i know. please. i know you hate them-" "i could never hate anyone, mark. it pains me but i'd never let it turn into hate" you said and his shoulders dropped. "you're so strong. just one night and i will never ask you to go near them." his eyes pleaded from where he was laying on the bed. your body positioned at the end of the comfy and warm bed.

your mind was lost in thought until you felt his hand grab yours. "pretty please?" he pouted and you groaned laying down. "that's so not cool to pout." you said turning towards him. "but i know it works." he comes closer to lay soft kisses all over your face, ending with a meaningful kiss on your lips.

"fine." you breathed after he finished his moment of passion. "and that is why you're the best." he grabbed your body and pulled you on top of him.

"we have to leave soon." you complained and he groaned. "you wanted me to go so bad and now you're gonna make us late." you said straddling his waist. "yeah yeah yeah." he held your waist and sat up.

you rolled off as he puckered his lips, leaving your boyfriend waiting. "what are you gonna wear, handsome?" you opened the closet. "nice shirt. blazer. pants." he listed off the most vaguest items. "well duh but what color?" you looked at your dresses. "black." he said and you wanted to bang your head on the closet door.

"okay tomorrow we're going shopping and i'm making you add some more color into your wardrobe." you said taking his blazer and dress shirt down. "yes dear." he dragged out.

"i'm going to go get dressed and do makeup." you waved him off and disappeared into the bathroom.

makeup was simple as you were left alone. yet, once you were starting your hair, mark thought it was an amazing idea to come in and try to dance the time away.

music had been playing for the past 20 minutes through the household speakers. it was a usual occurrence and a well loved routine. say you won't let go by james arthur had been sweeping through the house for the past couple of minutes.

his arms wrapped around your waist and his cheek rested against your shoulder.

"you look as beautiful as ever, and i swear that everyday you get better. you make me feel this way some how-" his soft voice carrying you away from the daily task.

"im gonna love you till my lungs run out, i promise till death to us part like in our vows-" his hands gripped yours, twirling you around in the small bathroom, ending up with you both pressed up chest to chest, slow dancing on the tiled floor.

"dont cry." he pouted as he saw your eyes fill with tears. He gently wiped them before they could fall. "then don't be so freaking cute." you pouted and his smile stretched across his face. "ugh you're so cute." he kissed your cheek ever so gently as to not mess up your makeup.

"and you're looking as dashing as ever." you brushed your hands over his dress shirt, the first few buttons still unbuttoned, his silver chain still laying on his exposed collar bones.

"want me to do your hair?" you asked and he didn't hesitate to sit on the toilet lid and wait patiently.

he always seemed so relaxed with your fingers running through his hair; the requests at 3 am after he awakes from an unpleasant dream never making you angry.

his hair was so soft and fun to play with. but with a little touch of magic and hair product, he would transform into his model-like man.

you finished up and let him go relax in the bedroom.

your dress hugged your body so nicely and flattered every curve you thought you never possessed. when paired with the jewelery mark had gotten you for your guys' anniversary, a goddess was being put together in human form.

"ready?" you asked walking back to the room to get your shoes. a whistle made you scoff lightly at the behavior. "ready to come home already and have you all to myself." mark sighed but you walked over to put your phone in your hand-purse along with extra lipstick and perfume.

he started to look nervous about the whole situation. "relax. i'm here for you and you alone. if you want to leave as soon as we get there? we'll just go to a different restaurant." you put a hand on his chest comfortably. "you got this." he smiled as you knew all his emotions at once.

"now let's go. i'm hungry." you kissed his cheek quickly and wiped away the mark of your lip color.

both of you walked hand in hand out of the house and to his car where he nervously drived you both to the restaurant.

"here we are." was all he said as he parked facing the restaurant. inside the window sat his parents and brother. his brother was with his own partner as they all laughed. mark knew he didn't have to worry about his brother not accepting his love. it was all his parents.

"let's go. try to look happy. they're your parents." you defended them. something he never understood about you. when facing backlash from his parents, you just let it go and never returned the hate. you were so loving while they did nothing but try to bring you down.

"but they're raging assholes to you." he turned towards you and you shrugged, wiping something on his cheek away and keeping your hand on the side of his face.

"and that's fine. but you're their baby. they just want the best for you. they'll never be happy with anyone." you tried to put it into perspective but it never helped.

he took your hand off his face and held it tightly. "tell me you want to leave. and we're gone." he said and you laughed lightly. "fine." you agreed and his smile made everything feel better.

"let's get this over with." he exited and ran to get your door like the gentleman he was.

he hooked your arm in his and lead you both towards the entrance.

"try to make memories. they're your parents. they love you." you reminded and he rolled his eyes. "yes, dear." he opened the door for you and didn't let you enter without a quick and cheeky smack to your ass. he acted innocent as he lead you to the round table.

"Oh, Markie!" his mom called drawing all attention to both of your presences. his parents hugged and pinched his cheeks as you greeted his brother and his brother's partner. "you look amazing tonight, y/n." his brother's partner smiled. "oh thank you so much. you look even better though! are those Cartier earrings?!" you rejoiced at their exquisite tastes.

"Only the best for them." Mark's brother smiled and you coo'd at the pure love.

"Here sit next to me." The 2 seats were next to Mark's father and Mark's brother's partner.

You gladly accepted the seat and Mark sat down not long after you. "We already ordered for you guys not knowing when you would show up, I apologize." Mr. Lee smiled at Mark. "Oh that's alright. What's on the menu tonight?" Mark asked, his hand finding yours underneath the white dining cloth. "Well I thought with all your work that we'd treat us all to steak." His mother smiled and you could hear a sigh come from the girl next to you.

"But I haven't seen y/n's figure in a while so I made the exception for a plain salad for you." Mrs. Lee forcibly smiled at you. Mark's hand squeezed a little harder than normal. "Oh thank you for the consideration and accomodations, Mrs. Lee," Her eyes squinted as what seemed like spite. "and might i add that you look amazing tonight." your genuine sincerity broke almost everyone's hearts at the table. "oh why thank you but i'm not one for meaningless small talk." she took a sip from her dark red wine.

"it's alright. i completely understand." you smiled and and she rolled her eyes. "of course you do." she muttered and turned towards her youngest son. "so, mark, what is new at the company?" her eyes held eagerness for conversation, something you'd wish to see atleast once.

"don't listen to the old bat." the beautiful woman said that sat next to you. "it's her baby. nothing is ever good enough for him." she rolled her eyes. "i know. i understand where her heart is." your fingers toying with the dainty necklace resting on your collarbones.

"you can have some of my meal when it comes. i didn't know what they were going to pull so i made sure to eat a burger before i came." you both giggled at the matter as someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to see Mr. Lee sending daggers towards your direction.

"i apologize." you said straightening yourself up in your seat. "what was so funny?" he asked sternly. "we were actually talking about her new line coming out in a couple weeks. something with one of the models. you know how that is." she swooped to your defense. "by the way, how is it coming?" she asked, takin a sip of the ice water infront of her.

"it's..uh..going very well actually. i have some investors coming to my fashion show to see if they'd be interested in investing. if they invest then i would be able to organize shows in other parts of the world. milan, london, paris, beijing, new york, tokyo-" "but are you going to go back to school for business or just dilly-dally until something goes wrong?" Mrs. Lee asked quickly.

"well my father and mother are both ceo's of their company so they help guide me in what i have trouble with." you smiled. mark's hand has become steel as he hasn't let go yet. the waiters brought out the food one by one with a small and plain side salad being placed infront of your body.

mark stared at the bare plate in front of you and wanted to hurl at that being the only food you were going to eat tonight.

"i'm fine." you leaned over to whisper in his ear. "eat so they don't ask you questions." you nudged his elbow.

"sharing food is prohibited." Mr. Lee cut everyone off. "we're not." mark muttered defeated. you swallowed your pride and ate a leaf at a time to try and curb your actual hunger.

mark ate a couple bites but you could tell he was taking his anger out with chewing; jaw clenching was one of his tell-tale signs of anger...and this steak didn't look like tough meat.

"markie. we went to church this past week and there is this lovely graduate student new in the congregation." his mother called as she ate her own food. you could see most of the people almost choke on their food but you remained steady in eating.

inside though, your tears were building up behind a wall that you would try to make stand till tonight when you were truly alone.

"yeah?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"yes. and she's not seeing anyone right now. her parents agreed to an arranged marriage if you weren't opposing." the killer was that mark didn't say anything. yet, you could hear his knuckles pop as he gripped his steak knife.

the wall was slowly crumbling as you suddenly felt full of the plain watery vegetable. you put your fork down and could only stare at your lap where a napkin laid.

"say something, dude." his brother coughed weakly.

"hell no." mark bursted and everyone could see him try to reel in his words again.

"excuse me?!" Mr. Lee bellowed, causing other dining patrons to look over.

"I'm not going to marry anyone except the love of my life." mark steamed, dropping his utensils.

"you don't know who that is yet, mark. you can't screw around with marriage and get it wrong. especially waste it on a-" mark interrupted his mother, "a what, mom?" he asked and she suddenly lost her words.

silence fell over the table as your napkin had a single ring of wetness appear suddenly. "oh no, not here. not here, sweetie," the gracious lady beside you got up "come on, we're leaving." she said to her husband and lead you out of the restaurant quickly.

as soon as you were out of eye sight, you immediately broke down in ugly tears. "don't listen to them. you are absolutely gorgeous and are a match-made-in-heaven for mark." she rubbed your back sweetly.

"you are so nice to them for no reason. you will be more of a better person than they will ever be-" "we should go. it's gonna get ugly really quickly." Mark's brother nudged you both.

you looked in to see mark and his father standing neck to neck. then as quickly as it started, it ended with mark being the bigger man and leaving. yet, a tearful mr. and mrs. lee following him at a distance.

he wasted no time in taking you in his arms and holding you as you tried your best to cover your cries. "we're going to go before dad follows. i'll stop by tomorrow and check in on you guys. get out of here before dad goes crazy." Mark's brother shouted from his car window.

mark took your hand and dragged you to the car. he put you in and got out of there as quickly as he could.

he was as angry as you had ever seen him. you didn't try to touch him or do anything on the silent ride home. yet, his hand quickly grabbed yours.

"i should have never brought you to them. im so stupid." he groaned as he hit his wheel. "no you're not." you fought with him and he didn't have the heart to go against you.

"you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." he said, a glaze setting into his eyes that you had never seen before.

"and i could never imagine life without you." he swallowed hard and you stayed there in shocked silence.

"you make me better." tears started to roll down his cheeks as he pulled into the driveway.

"please don't cry." yet your empathetic heart made your eyes spill. you both looked at eachother and laughed at the messed up states.

"then you stop crying." he defended and you looked to you lap again. he got out of his side and trailed to yours quickly.

"im gonna show you how much i love you." he said and this sparkle in his eye gleamed so brightly, everyone would've thought he was crazy.

"okay." was all you could respond with, a small smile gracing your perfect face.

he grabbed your legs and carried you all the way to the door. he crossed the doorway and it felt different. it felt more hot and flustered and more passionate.

he closed the door and immediately had you against it. the kisses were hot and filled with lust. yet, you could tell he was getting flustered and trying to rush things. the feeling of two hands on his face made him take a breath of fresh air. "let's just take it slower tonight." you whispered but he heard you loud and clear.

he picked your legs up and put them around his waist, taking his blazer off and throwing it somewhere in the living room. you dress hugged you so perfectly but you wouldn't be needing it anymore tonight.

he navigated the house as if it were you; the back of his hand. your back was now pressed to a cool matress. his hands were rough yet slow as he pulled the black fabric off of your body. his shirt was eventually off and nothing was left between your torsos besides skin.

the moonlight cascading through the window reflected off his chain and it was no longer the soft and loving without a care mark you were used to.

he was going to make you feel his love for you. from the way his fingers played with your clothed core slowly to the heavy breathing between kisses made the night air intoxicating.

his lips were against your neck making imprints of red and purple that were sure to last for a week. both of you rocked against each other in such a rhythm that would have the ocean asking for lessons on harmony.

he picked you up and situated your body at the top of the bed where he wasted no time in shimmying the dress off of your hips so he was met with nothing but you in your panties.

those were long gone as he grabbed and ripped.

"spit." he held his hand out. you obeyed and he wasted no time in running his hand up and down your already wet core.

the kisses were rushed and heated yet you both remembered to slow down as he trailed slowly down your body, kissing every part he could see and praise.

"so beautiful." he whispered, licking a bold stripe up your pussy. you gasped and tried to readjust yourself yet his strong grip on your thighs kept you ground. his arms were hooked around you upper thighs as his hands held your hips and waist down to the bed.

his dark eyes still held that shimmer in them that made you even weaker in the knees.

he wasted none of his time with teasing and gave you exactly what you wanted. "please don't stop." your hands getting lost in his hair.

his hips grinded into the mattress steadily. "im so close already." you whined as he continued his relentless pleasure. "let go for me, baby." he pleaded and if drove you so close to the edge. it made him even more excited as you were blissed out.

it was the perfect time to take advantage of your love, yet, he was going to take care and love you till both of you couldn't.

he took off the confines of his pants and met you at the top of the bed, where you were still completely gone in the euphoric wonderland he pleasured himself to sending you into.

he was slow at first but quickly got lost in this intimate feeling of being so close to you and feeling you in a way no one could relate to.

"faster." you whined but he slowed down. "no, babygirl. we're going to do this right." he cleared the hair from your face and quickly pressed your lips together in a heated kiss.

your leg now over his shoulder as he slowly pounded into you. the knot in his and your stomach felt so much more different and pleasure filled.

your fucked out moans were like angels singing in his ears as your jewelery shined in the moonlight. both of you got sloppier as you were so close to climaxing.

"please cum in me." you begged, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers.

he dropped your leg and got closer, sharing a kiss that left both of you breathless. then the explosion. it was as if a bomb of stars had gone off behind your eyelids as you could only feel your back arch with the unexplained feeling of being... full.

both of you laid breathless and sweaty as you tried to regain your composure and drift down to reality.

mark laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he could feel his own match yours.

once he felt your fingers start to dance through his hair, he knew that he needed to be like this forever. he needed you and only you. he couldn't miss this opportunity on his soul mate coming to him from the beginning.

his arms hooked around your body as reality was hitting.

"i love you, y/n." he said and he could hear your heart begin to beat faster.

"not as much as i could ever love you." you pinky traced up his nose bridge as he slowly drifted into sleep holding the one he cares about most...so close.

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"mmmmm steak." he watched as your eyes lit up at the treat in front of you. "it wasn't even enjoyable yesterday. it's amazing today though." mark's brother admitted from right next to him.

his brother and his partner came over to check up and brought take-out steaks to treat everyone with. just a relaxing night at home with everyone he truly loves and can feel the love from.

he watched your happiness and was automatically taken away~

"she's nothing to you!" his mom yelled as you were lead away from the scene.

"she's everything FOR me." mark retaliated. "but we just want what's best for you." his dad pleaded. "but happiness is all I need. why can't you see that and how she makes me the most happy." mark was at his wits ends.

he needed you and was going to have you as long as you both were breathing.

"it's only going to be a problem in the end that we have to clean up." Mrs. Lee had tears coming down her face.

a brief silence plagued the table. "so are you going to show up to the wedding or no?" he asked and if pure shock could kill someone, his parents would have been 6 feet under.

"no." spoken of disbelief.

"i will not bless the marriage!" his father screamed and stood up, causing mark to chest up to his own father. "you don't need to. I am going to marry that girl out there whether it kills me or not." mark pointed to your crying being not even 100 feet away.

"you're a fool if you believe you actually love her. you're young. you don't know what love is!" Mr. Lee had Mark's collar in his hands.

yet mark broke his grip and straightened his collar.

"then I guess I'm a fool for her and her love." and with that he left to comfort you and try to rebuild you diminished character.

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"earth to Handsome." he was shocked back to reality by your smile and everyone's concerned faces. "i thought you stopped breathing or something." his brother laughed as he saw you clutch your chest and laugh lightly.

"scared us there for a minute." his brother's partner laughed along with you.

"so what was so nice going on in la-la land?" you asked taking a bit from your steak. mark shrugged, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"just...thinking." he smiled.

"well don't do that again. you scared me, you fool." you laughed.

he didn't want to admit that he had been daydreaming of you walking down the aisle in the most beautiful of dresses; something that still could never compare to your beauty. but that will be for a later confession at a later date. one where you'd know his secret: there's an engagement ring with your name on it hiding in his dress shoes in his closet. waiting for the right time in the near future.

he could only smile at your cute expression in the moment.

"then i guess i'm a fool for you."

-fin-

**these are all my opinions on how i read the boys and how i watch them interact with others. this is my own personal opinions and are in no way facts unless cited to proof. thank you®

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[superspookywombat]

falling {j.h} chapter seven

Warnings: sexual thought (singular), slight swearing, sexual innuendo insult (towards jacob so it’s okay)

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Quick a/n: I’m still pissed about Jacob forcing himself on Bella and her not being able to defend herself. Like, I took it personally, so naturally y/n did too. Constructive criticism is always welcomed and appreciated :)

Red is all you see, the unbearable heat forcing your eyes closed. Flames lick at your skin as you try to walk forward, but you’re unable to move. Your body is frozen in place, and through the flames you can see an invisible barrier where they cut off. Outside that barrier sits your sister, along with Jasper, Edward, Doctor Cullen, Esme, and Alice. They watch you as you suffer, their faces broken with pain and guilt. Tears fall from your eyes as you scream out, the scent of burning skin and hair invading your nostrils. The fire overwhelms you until you can’t feel anything anymore, and you fall unconscious. 

You jolt awake, stopping a scream from escaping your lips. Sweat beads down your back as you rub your arms, trying to soothe the burning feeling. Your face is stiff from dried tears, and your shirt is soaked in sweat. You glance at your sister sleeping peacefully, gibberish words falling from her mouth. You softly pad over to the bathroom and close the door, peeling off your damp shirt. You take off the rest of your clothes and watch yourself in the mirror as the water warms up. You clutch the edge of the sink, forcing yourself to stare into your own eyes. Tears spill from your eyes, but you wipe them away as quickly as they appear. You enter the shower, but as the hot steam touches your skin, you’re swift to turn the water colder. Your last day of school was here, but you couldn’t care less. Things with Bella had finally gotten on the right track, and now she was going to cart off to Alaska with Edward. The more you thought about it, the only thing holding you to Forks was Charlie (and Jasper but you weren’t ready to admit that, yet.) You had been toying with the idea of taking a gap year to travel the world, smoosh some experiences in before you fully settled down, but the thought of leaving Charlie by himself made your stomach churn. 

After washing and shaving, you exited the bathroom and got dressed. Feeling energized by waking up so early, you pulled on a dress and blow dried your hair. Walking down the stairs, you peek around the corner to see Charlie drinking a cup of coffee at the table while reading yesterday’s paper. 

“Morning, old man. Can I interest you in some breakfast? Maybe gourmet buttered toast and eggs?” You tease. He looks up, startled. 

“It’s your last day, I should be the one making you breakfast.” Charlie says. You give him a small smile and grab the egg carton from the refrigerator. “Why are you up so early?” 

Shreds of remembrance from your dream runs through your mind, but you shake the thought and keep a smile on your face. “I wanted to get a headstart on the bathroom before Bella hogged it.”

“Smart move.” He chuckles. You fry three eggs and you’re just setting out plates when Bella walks down the stairs. 

“Hey, um, Edward, Jasper, and Alice are coming to pick us up in twenty.” She informs you and Charlie. You and Charlie nearly spit out your drinks simultaneously.

“Jasper?” You ask.

“Boys?” Charlie says at the same time. Bella rolls her eyes and grabs the bottle of orange juice. 

“We’re adults now, dad. I think we’ll be fine.” Bella teases. Charlie points to your backpack and mouths ‘pepper spray,’ and you nod. You and Bella eat quickly, and Charlie watches you two in amusement. A knock at the door startles the three of you. 

“Go, go!” Charlie waves you on. You open the door and Alice stands there. She bounds inside with a huge smile and engulfs you and Bella in a hug. You wrap your arms around her hesitantly. After letting go, she bends down and hugs Charlie. 

“Good morning, Chief Swan.” She greets Charlie. He tries to scowl, but just isn’t able to resist Alice’s good vibes.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Alice. Call me Charlie.” He says with a gruff voice. Alice giggles then takes Bella’s hand and pulls her out the door. 

“I guess that’s my cue.” You say, your eyes lingering on Charlie for a bit before following the girls outside. 

As you approach the stylish SUV, Bella hops into the front by Edward and Alice opens the back door for you. You give her a small smile before sliding in the middle seat to sit in between her and Jasper. Your thigh brushes Jasper’s and you shiver. Images of his bare thigh brushing yours as you combine race through your mind. Your thoughts get interrupted by intense classical music blasting through the car. 

“So.. are you guys excited?” Alice says brightly. Bella glances at you through the rear-view mirror. 

“For sure. You only graduate once, right?” You joke. The whole car irrupts with chuckles, making you knit your eyebrows together and wonder why they found that so funny. You try to act as normal as you can while being in such close proximity with Jasper, especially after the moment you two shared a week ago on the couch. “I’m actually kinda nervous. I have no clue what the future holds for me, you know?” 

“It’ll all be fine. Just remember that everyone else is feeling the exact same way. And I’m here for you.” Jasper says, his voice soothing your nerves. He hesitates placing his hand on yours, glancing at Alice before pulling his hand away. Your heart drops as he puts as much space between the two of you as he possibly can. 

Edward pulls into the parking lot as you brace yourself for your last day of school. 

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A few days later, Bella returns from an outing with Jacob. You go to the front yard, following Charlie after hearing yelling between Jacob and Edward. 

“You did what?!” You’re blinded by outrage, your hands balling up into fists at the sight of Jacob watching Bella cradling her hand. 

“You punched him, and- and- and you’re the one who got hurt?” Charlie outbursts with a loud laugh. You smack him, hissing a warning at him. 

“I’m gonna kill him!” You yell. You storm into the house, running up to your room and grabbing your baseball bat. 

“I didn’t even put a dent in him.” Bella scoffs, Charlie tries to lecture her on her form. You slam the door behind you as you stride out into the yard with the bat in your hands. 

“Let’s see how much damage some metal does.” You spit. Jacob puts his hands up defensively and chuckles as Charlie practically tackles you. “Let me go! I’m gonna make that son-of-a-bitch wish his mother swallowed!” 

“I’m going to take her to see Carlisle. Why don’t you come with us?” Edward offers. You look at him, then back at Jacob.

“Fine. But I’m bringing the bat.”

Doctor Cullen checks out Bella’s hand while you pace in their yard. You tighten your grip around your bat and you chuck it at a tree, your anger wavering at the sound it makes on impact. As you walk over to grab it, a voice behind you makes you jump. 

“I’d hate to get on your bad side.” A southern drawl speaks. You sarcastically chuckle, reaching down to grab the bat.

“Who says you aren’t already?” You say, pointing the bat at Jasper. He frowns, and you feel guilty for a second. 

“I apologize for anything I did to offend you.” He says, and you can tell he’s sincere. You sigh.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” You say. He continues making eye contact with you, making your knees feel weak under his gaze. 

“Why are you upset?” He asks. You scoff at him and run your hand through your hair. 

“Jacob! He kissed her-” You whack the bat on the hard ground. “-With-” Whack. “-out-” Whack. “-her-” Whack. “PERMISSION!” Whack, whack, whack. The bat falls from your numb fingers and you fall to your knees, sobs wracking through your body. Jasper kneels down besides you and gently puts his arm around you. 

“Something tells me that’s not all.” He says. You look up at him through your tear-blurred vision. 

“I- yeah. There’s just some stuff from my past that makes me, a little, uh, emotional on this topic.” You sniffle. His arm goes stiff as he processes what you just said. Another sob falls silently from your lips and you bury your head in his chest, embracing his scent as he wraps his arms around you. 

#jasper hale #jasperhale #jasper hale x reader #twilight x reader #twilight #chapter 7 #edward cullen #edwardcullen #Bella Swan #bellaswan #charlie swan #fanfiction #fanfic

[hopelikethemoon]

The Exam (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: The Exam Rating: PG-13 Length: 1800 Warnings: Medical procedures (female physical examine, mentions of procuedures related to reproductive health) and discusions of miscarriages, infertility, and other topics related to conception and pregnancy.  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1996. I learned something new about Reader today. So that was cool. Summary: Reader goes to the OB/GYN for an exam. 

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You chewed at a hangnail on your thumb as you perched on the edge of the exam table, looking between Javier and the door. “You know, I ran out of a doctor’s office in a hospital gown once.”

Javier’s brows rose upwards as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, “That sounds like a story I haven’t been told before.”

“Oh, the stories I could tell.” You laughed, though it didn’t quite reach your expression. “My mother was being… her usual self. I got fed up with her bullshit and decided to peace out. In the hospital gown.”

He snorted, “Somehow I can see you doing that.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth as his eyes wandered around the room. 

The walls were covered with anatomical posters of uteruses and Fallopian tubes; gleefully pregnant women and their partners. You watched the way Javier’s face sobered — and you wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking. 

A quick knock gave you a moment’s notice before the doctor and a nurse stepped into the room. 

“I do apologize for the delay,” the doctor remarked as she introduced herself to the both of you. “We had a mother going into labor during her exam. Never a dull moment.”

“Lucky her.” You offered wryly, brushing your hands over your lap, straightening out the hospital gown. 

“Indeed.” The doctor chuckled as she washed her hands, before slipping on a pair of gloves. “Mr. Peña, you’re welcome to wait in the waiting room while we exa—“

“I’d prefer it if he stayed.” You interjected with a shake of your head. 

Javier scratched at his jaw, “I don’t want to be in the way.”

“We’re in this together.” You reminded him, before looking towards the doctor. “There’s nothing we’ll discuss that I won’t tell him later.”

“It’s nice to see a supportive partner,” The doctor remarked with a smile. “If you don’t mind laying back, I’m going to begin the exam while I ask you a few questions.”

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you laid back on the table, the paper crinkling beneath you as the doctor loomed over you. 

“How long have you been trying?”

“Two months.” You answered as the doctor examined your breasts, before moving towards your stomach. “But we’ve never really used protection outside of birth control.”

“And you’ve been pregnant before?”

“We have a daughter.”

“Any history of miscarriages?”

You nodded slightly, “When I was fifteen. I didn’t even know until I went to the hospital.” You tilted your head, your eyes meeting Javier’s. There was nothing but compassion in his gaze. 

The doctor’s fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your stomach as the examination continued. “Any history of sexually transmitted diseases?”

“We’ve both been tested over the years. We’re clean.” You winced a little as she pressed down hard on a spot. 

“Is that tender?”

“Yeah,” You shifted under her touch. “But I’ve got a bruise there.”

The doctor’s brows rose upwards skeptically.

“We’ve taken the trying very seriously.” You admitted with an awkward laugh, “Javi, do you have that chart?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ as he passed the piece of paper to the nurse, who handed it to the doctor. 

She bummed curiously as she reviewed the past two months. You’d charted out the last day of your birth control, your period, temperature changes, and indicated the days and times of intercourse. If you were thorough in your professional work, you’d gone thoroughly overboard in your pregnancy planning. 

“Now that we’ve completed the external examination, I’m going to do an internal and external ultrasound. Just to ensure that everything looks normal and healthy.” She looked towards Javier then. “I usually recommend that the male partner be tested as well. It’s a simple procedure to check semen count.” 

Javier shifted uncomfortably, “I read the leaflet.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and returned a moment later with a cart that held the ultrasound machine. 

“Did you have any complications during your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned you. 

“Our daughter wasn’t planned.” You admitted. “Birth control, but no other protection. Easy pregnancy, aside from morning sickness.”

“Beginner’s luck,” The doctor said lightly as she adjusted the stirrups at the base of the exam table, helping your feet into them. “We’ll start with the internal ultrasound. It will feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but hopefully it will help us figure out what’s going on.”

You gave her a thumbs up, turning your head to look at Javier. “Be glad you don’t have to do this part.” You remarked. 

“Trust me,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding towards one of the posters detailing an external cephalic version. “I’m already in awe of what women go through.”

There was nothing wrong with you. Everything looked healthy and functional. By all accounts — you should’ve been pregnant. But you weren’t. 

The doctor ran a panel of blood tests that would take a few days to get the results of, but she doubted that they’d reveal anything. Javier scheduled an appointment to get his swimmers counted. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Javier questioned as he settled into the passenger seat. 

“It’s a nice distraction,” You retorted, reaching across the center console to steal his sunglasses off his shirt. “What’s the process?”

Javier huffed, picking you the sheet of instructions he’d been given, “Three to five days without activity.” 

“Glad it’s next week then.” You rubbed your thumbs over the steering wheel, staring straight ahead for a moment before starting up the car. “I’m supposed to start ovulating at some point in the next forty-eight hours, if things are running smoothly.” 

“It seems like I’m the problem here,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed as he stared at the sheet. “I figured this was coming. You know, Steve had to go through a whole gauntlet of tests when they were struggling.”

You nodded, “I remember. They both went through the ringer.”

“It says I can bring a guest.” Javier remarked as he turned the piece of paper over and continued reading. 

“I’m sure Steve will be honored by the offer.”

“Really?”

“I feel like there’s a testy joke in there somewhere.”

Javier snorted, “You’re lucky I love your bad humor.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.” You told him with a smirk. “I’d be happy to help.” You reached over and patted his leg. “I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you either. It’s just a matter of timing.”

“Maybe.” He sighed, folding he paper in half, and then in half again before tucking it into the front inner pocket of his jacket. “How are you feeling?”

You made a face as you stopped at a red light, “A bit violated, but that’s pretty normal once the stirrups come out. You should see what happens during a pap smear.”

Javier glared at you, “I read the informational poster. I’d rather not.” 

“It’s fun.” You said dryly as you started through the intersection, making the turn onto the highway. “Thank you for coming today. For staying.” 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Javier told you. “Even if it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.” 

You grimaced, “I should’ve told you before—“

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s none of my business.”

“True.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip. “There was never a time to casually bring it up.” You pointed out, “Hey when I was fifteen I had a miscarriage and I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“When you were fifteen,” Javier rocked his jaw, “I would’ve been already in and out of college, and  settled into the job at sheriff’s office.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right. Twenty-three?”

“Probably twenty-four.” Javier rubbed his hands together as he stared out the passenger window. “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You told him honestly. “That was the first time I’ve thought about it since..” You thought for a second. “Maybe since I was a teenager. It never came up with Josie.” 

“I wish this were as easy as it was with Josie.” Javier sighed. “It’s gotta be me. I’m not exactly young.” 

“You’re not exactly old either.” You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner just have a kid at sixty-five?” 

“True.”

“Okay, then it’s probably not you.” You flipped onto the turn signal and merged into the lane for the off ramp that led to your condo. “You’re only forty-five Javier.” 

“I know.” He sighed heavily, sinking back against the seat. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the way he was clenching his jaw. 

“Hey,” You reached over and squeezed his leg. “I think the doctor was pretty impressed by our chart.”

Javier snorted, resting his hand over yours. “We’re gonna have to break our streak when I’ve got to go without you, baby.” 

“But that’s not for a couple days.” You reminded him, squeezing his leg three times. “You should’ve seen her face when she touched the bruise.”

“I’m sure she had a few thoughts on it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure.” In reality — you both knew that that was what happened when you got fucked into the side of your kitchen table. “You know what I don’t get?”

“Hmm?”

“When the doctor tells you that they’ll give you some privacy to get changed…” You said as you turned into your condo parking lot. “As if they haven’t just had a full look at your most intimate parts. Inside and out.” 

“It didn’t look fun.” Javier’s brows rose upwards as he tilted his head to look at you. “You wanna rest? I can handle Josie this evening, when Steve drops her off.” 

“I’ve been through worse.” You shrugged, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “It’s mostly just awkward. I mean, you saw the process. Mostly my stomach’s just a little sore because she prodded at me like it was a deep-tissue massage.” 

“We’ve got a couple hours before he drops her off.” Javier tilted his head to look at you. 

“I know.” You smirked at him. “And we’re home just in time for General Hospital.” It was no telenovela — but damn if you weren’t hooked. 

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze. “It’s probably just a matter of timing.” You wanted this to work — for him. You saw the way his eyes lingered on new mothers with their babies sitting in the waiting room. The way he made conversation with the anxious dads waiting for their partners to come out. 

He’d missed all of that with Josie and you wanted to give him that one thing, after he’d given you everything. 

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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hawksweek2020 - Day 5: Insecurities

@hawksweek2020

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Pretty Bird

(or: someone just give him a hug please im begging you)

It had been eight months since the Winged Hero Hawks had made his debut. The spotlights hadn’t let up since then, and he hadn’t stopped moving.

At his first hero ranking, he’d already made the top twenty, popularity polls adding a huge bonus to the sheer number of successful rescues he’d already pulled off with seeming ease. And it was easy, to him. Saving people came as naturally as breathing after all the training he’d gone through.

 Charming the masses? That was also easy. A smile that was just smug enough to make him interesting, and just warm enough to have people believe he was genuine. Words that sounded a little too blunt but were carefully picked and made the public love him for his honesty. A wink thrown in at the right time, a strategic placement of his wings in front of the cameras. All of that had been training.

 This was just another one of those things, another side of hero work that he hadn’t experienced before but should have been fine with.

He should have.

So why exactly did he find himself hiding away in a storage closet?

Well.

Fuck.

Keigo pulled his wings tighter around himself and tried to count to ten under his breath. He got to seven before there was a knock on the door.

 “Kid?”

Ah, shit. They knew where he was.

Of course he was already going to have to answer for running out and messing up the schedule the way he had, and he didn’t even know how long he’d been here, but he still didn’t want to be talked to.

 “Go ‘way!” he called back, and his voice sounded way too shaky and not enough like his hero persona at all. “I’m fine! I just need a minute!”

 A pause. “… Hawks.” The voice was softer now. He knew he’d heard it before, but his panicked mind wasn’t supplying him with anything. “Can I come in if I close the door behind me?”

 Keigo furrowed his brows. Why would she do that? Wasn’t she here to drag him back out? But saying no would probably make them break down the door or something. He twisted the feather he’d kept stuck in the lock around until he felt it click open.

 He straightened up where he was sitting in between a bunch of nondescript storage crates and cleaning supplies, his wings folded neatly against his back even though he just wanted to curl them around his body again.

 The door opened a moment later, and Keigo could have slapped himself for not recognizing Midnight’s voice when she’d been outside the door.

She must have had a photoshoot here today, too. He vaguely remembered that this was supposed to be the place where she most often did her modelling work. She was in her hero costume, though lacking her usual accessories, and she was holding the shirt that he’d left when he’d hurried out of the studio.

 He caught it when she tossed it at him and freed his wings of feathers for a moment so he could pull it on, slotting them back in place after.

“… thanks.” He flashed Midnight one of his trademark smiles, and from her furrowed brow she wasn’t buying it in the least.

 Keigo wondered just how much of a persona she was putting on for her hero work, and how much of it was real. There was no way all this 18+ nonsense could be her entire personality.

 Keigo thought she was fun to watch, sure, and definitely capable, but she’d always seemed very… fake to him. There were just some heroes who were so obviously playing a role, and unfortunately a lot of the female pros who were being pushed into the ‘sexy lady hero’ stereotype came across like that. Keigo was always glad he was a man, or this might have very well been his fate.

And he’d proven today that he was not cut out for that.

 Midnight kicked one of the crates aside and sat down on top of it, one leg over the other, and watching him closely.

“First model shoot?” she asked, “They can be a little awkward.”

 Keigo sighed and dropped his smile, shrugging a shoulder. “It’s not… I’m good at what I do.” That sounded very defensive. But he was! He was good at this! He had no problem with the posing, even though he hadn’t exactly practiced that before. It had actually been a lot of fun, in the beginning.

 “I didn’t say you weren’t,” Midnight pointed out, “Just that it can be awkward. I’ve been doing this since I was your age, and don’t tell anyone, but that was a while ago.” She winked at him and Keigo huffed a laugh. “But, even for me it can get… a bit much at times.”

 Keigo looked back at her with more intent this time, studying her face. Did she enjoy what she did? Well, she had picked her own brand, and she got more choice in what she did than he ever had, but she’d also picked that brand as a teenager. Playing into the R-rated hero thing got her a lot of fans, of course, and modelling contracts, and adult merch, and a ton of other things, so it had been a clever move for her career. But to constantly be seen like this? Keigo nearly shuddered at the thought.

 Midnight met his eyes and smiled, a little more gentle, and Keigo remembered that she, in fact, was also a high school teacher. “Don’t look at me like that, bird boy. I love what I do. It’s normal to get overwhelmed. Happens to the best of us. Just last week, I witnessed Present Mic screaming into a pillow for almost ten whole minutes.”

 Keigo pulled one of his wings across his lap and smoothed out some feathers. They’d been groomed extensively before the shoot, but he’d gone and gotten them all ruffled up again. “… is the pillow okay?” he asked after a moment.

 Midnight snorted. “That’s what we keep Eraser around for.”

 Would Keigo ever have any real friends among other heroes? He sure hoped so. He had never really had the opportunity to make friends.

 He looked down at his wing. “… I don’t like being on camera shirtless.” And in a room full of people, too. He pulled up his shoulders a little. “I mean. I know I’m objectively hot, right? This is all… very marketable.” He gestured down at his body, and then at his face.

 He'd been lucky to grow up attractive, he’d been told that many times. And yet.

“It doesn’t make sense. I just… they didn’t warn me beforehand, and so when they told me to, I just took it off and I started feeling worse.”

Letting go of his wing, he instead traced his fingers along his chest, where there weren’t even visible scars. “It’s stupid.”

 “The way you feel about your body is never stupid,” Midnight said, voice surprisingly firm.

Keigo jerked his eyes up to look at her.

“It’s unreasonable. I should be fine with it. Plenty of people are gonna look at these photos, and they’re not gonna think ‘oh, look at Hawks, he’s way too skinny to be attractive’ or ‘he’s tiny, how’s he supposed to save people’ or ‘hey, doesn’t Hawks look kinda like a girl?’. That’s just me thinking that.” He waved a hand in the air vaguely and sighed, feathers fluffing up as he did so.

 Midnight was still watching him. Keigo hated it. She seemed to be seeing right through him, and he himself didn’t even know what she was seeing.

“I have a feeling it won’t help any if I say I think you’re cute,” she finally said, “Because this is about you. This isn’t going to change, no matter how many crazy fans in the streets scream that they’d love to have your babies.” She paused. “Or… eggs.”

 Keigo couldn’t help the surprised laugh, and he tried to give her a half-glare. “I’m pretty sure I’d have perfectly human babies, thanks.”

 “I’ll believe that when you prove it,” Midnight teased, and Keigo realized she’d done that very much on purpose to distract him from his doom and gloom.

 She was a pretty good hero, he decided. The best heroes had to be the ones who knew how to help other heroes, and not just civilians. “I should probably get back out there and finish the shoot, huh?” he asked, glancing at the door.

 Midnight clicked her tongue. “Or you walk out there, apologize, and fly home like a good boy.” She met his eyes and winked, and Keigo blushed maybe a little bit, though he would deny that to his dying day. That was just how she was though, and her flirty nature was enough to keep him somewhat grounded and from letting his thoughts spiral again.

 “… I have responsibilities,” he protested half-heartedly, though home sounded very good right now. He hadn’t been living in the apartment long, but it was his and it was safe. He didn’t have to be Hawks there.

 Midnight waved a hand at him. “They must’ve gotten a bunch of pictures they can use. You’ve been here all morning, and it’s almost four now.”

 That late? Oh, shit. Keigo had a patrol at six. He’d need to pick up some food on the way. But, hey, at least patrol was going to make him feel less shitty about himself. He stood up and brushed himself off. “You’re probably right, Midnight. Thanks.”

 Midnight got to her feet as well, and Keigo nudged her arm with his wing.

“Kayama is fine, you know? No need to be all formal with the hero names.”

 Keigo never liked when this happened. He shifted. “I prefer Hawks.”

 Midnight’s gaze was too knowing, but he didn’t think that she knew the full extent of why he didn’t use his other name.

“Hawks it is, then. It’s a good hero name anyway. Very catchy.” She nodded her approval, and he smiled as he moved past her – only to be stopped by her hand wrapping around his wrist.

 “Okay, I know you barely know me, but I want you to listen to me. Because you’re just a kid, and you’re taking your first steps into this mess of a professional world. Are you listening?”

 Keigo nodded.

 Midnight’s gaze was serious. “No one can tell you who to be, Hawks. No one can tell you what to do with who you are, either. You want to save people, you’re good at that. You clearly don’t like this aspect of it all, and that’s fine. Not everyone is born for this. Being a hero isn’t about looking sexy, or letting them treat you like a piece of meat. It’s about finding danger and facing it to keep others from getting hurt. And you’re doing that. So you can damn well decline any of these publicity engagements that have you doing things you’re uncomfortable with. They’ll tell you to just go through with it, and not make a fuss, but they’re wrong, okay? Set up your boundaries now, because you’re allowed to. Do you hear me? You’re allowed to.”

 Keigo nodded again, a little dazed from her intensity. Or maybe her quirk. But she wasn’t using it right now.

 Midnight let go of his wrist, and placed both hands on his shoulders. “I look forward to seeing more of what you can do. Up in the sky, not on some advertisement for a product neither of us is ever even going to use.” She raised a hand and put a finger under his chin, forcing his head up a little. “Now, don’t look like a scared little bird that’s just been a cat’s plaything for the past ten minutes. Or else there’ll be rumors about the two of us and this closet.” She laughed, and Keigo swallowed.

 “Uh… yeah. Okay. Okay.” He was very off kilter now. Did she have that effect on everyone?

 Midnight looked him over, and then gave a satisfied nod. “Good. Now, remember that you’re an ass kicking, whip smart, devastatingly handsome young man, and get out there.”

 Keigo blinked at her, stood still for another second or so, and then turned and opened the door, his shoulders set, and the weight of his wings still heavy on his back.

He couldn’t wait to spread them again and get back to doing his actual job.

#hawksweek2020 #this is kinda vent-y in a way? #body insecurity cw #trans hawks isn't really a theme here but it's hinted at #because im *jazz hands* projecting #im also still not doing great but i didnt wanna skip two days #especially since i had the idea for this a while back #dysphoria cw #just a little

[smvt-cemetery]

Ellie’s unlikely encounter.

I was on my way back home from school having to cut through various alleyways so as to avoid being mugged and raped in this hell hole of a city, murders and thievery are so common here I always keep a can of pepper spray on me but anything can happen in this city when the height of these buildings force us to live in the shadows; I was walking my usual route which involves cutting through a few alleyways before I feel comfortable enough walking the main straight back to my house, when I passed by the usual restaurant with the usual dishwasher cursing the head chef as he takes out the spilling trash bags everything seemed pretty normal until a sharp whistle shot through the air “Heeyyyy pumpkiiinn! Whatcha doin’ walkin’ around in a lil’ skirt like that!” “Must be waitin’ for the janitor to snatch her up!” “Maybe she’s headin’ to uncle Roy’s place!” “Maybe daddy’s got a thing for his lil’ girl!” “Is that it, pumpkin? Daddy got you wearin’ his favorite skirt for em’?” “Oh, come on, baby! You can be my lil’ baby girl all you want, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve!” “Awww, come on, baby, I’ll be your daddy from now on, I’ll protect you baby!” It was a group of clowns with bad makeup and an even worse sense of fashion, I couldn’t get a good count of how many of them there were, as soon as they started flicking their tongues and humping the air I bolted out of the alley, they howled and hooted at me as they set off to chase me down, I go down the Main Street but traffics busy so I cut the corner the my right, lights and horns whirl into one another, screaming for help but nobody listens, nobody messes with these guys, I cut into another alley hoping to lose them, I can hear them shouting for me, I pull down whatever I can to the ground to slow them down, they’re hot on my tail, my heart’s way ahead of my feet, Im running out of breath, I make a move to cut a corner only to swept away in the arms of one of the clowns grabbing me by the waist, I kick my legs and pound his back screaming “Somebody help!!! Please!! Somebodyyyy!!! Ugh!” He slams me up against the wall, I reach for my pepper spray but they grab my wrist and pry it out of my hands, I close my eyes and look at the ground praying to god he hears me, one of the clowns blurts out to me “aww, don’t look so down babe’s, we’ll take real good care uh’ya, you can even call me daddy!” They all burst into laughter, my face turns sour trying to hold back the tears and that’s when I hear his voice pierce through us all, our spines shuddering like a breeze through trees “What’s this all about! Why must I be disturbed?!” His voice high in pitch and scratchy in texture I’ve only ever heard stories of him but from the looks on the clowns faces they’ve clearly fucked, “Uhh, we was jus playin’ with a lil’ piece, boss, see? She ain’t nothin’-“ he cuts him off “Nothing! Apparently it's enough to ruin my beauty sleep! Since when do you have any right to tell me the value of such things!” “Uh-boss I swear I din’t mean nothin’ by it, we was jus playing with a lil’ meat we happen t’ see passin’ by-“ “AND MY PEACE IS TO BE SACRIFICED FOR YOUR DEGENERACY!” “Uh-I’m sorry boss! I’m sor-“ PAWP! The entire skull of the clown pops like a balloon, gallons of blood and the residue of shattered skull and meat slapping against the pavement, his fallen body twitching for the mercy of god, my entire body jolts with static shooting through me in every direction at once, the other clowns shudder but they know better than to run off “The last thing I need is a pathetic-sorry-little sap! As for the rest of you out of my sight, NOW!” “YES BOSS!”

The clowns bolt for the other way. I sit there with my arms wrapped around my knees close to my chest trembling with my eyes sealed shut, praying I’ve truly been spared just now. I’ve never seen a gun in person let alone watching a man’s head blown to fucking bits, not even in this rut of a fucking city… tears trickle down my cheeks, that’s when I hear another voice from a woman, her pitch really high with a smooth texture “Awww, look watchou’ve done, big daddy, you’ve scared the poor lil’ thing!” The man with the gun snaps back “O’shut up Harley! Now’s not the time for your pseudo-maternal bickering! Go back inside!” Harley shoots back “Oh, mister big boy gettin’ all worked up all the sudden, this ain’t like you! I told you I’d give you a back rub butchya wanna be in your feelings, well look atcha now daddy! Ain’t so happy now, are ya!” I sink my head in my arms, whimpering, he snaps back “Shutupshutupshutup! I’ve had enough of your voice, Harley! AHHHHHHHHH! Why of all days does this trash need to disturb me!!! Rrrrghhhhh” He locks his bulging eyes on me, his back arched, his chest heaving, a disheveled smile across his face, slightly foaming from the corners of his mouth, his face completely whitened with red lips smeared across his face, black eye shadow, green hair, adorning a dark purple suit well tailored against his slim frame, white gloves over his hands, a yellow vest, a white button down, a green tie, black and white dress shoes-he speaks to me “Oh, where are my manners? Darling, I must apologize, allow me to introduce myself! I! Am a long standing foe of the man in black with cute little ears, the people look upon me as a monster but truly they misunderstand the quarrel between the bat and I as we merely suffer through a rough patch as so often happens between such passionate lovers, but we will make up! Oh! We will make up, you’ll see! But for you, darling, you may know me as,” he curtsies “The Joker.” “And I’m Harley!” “And she is to go back inside and shut her fucking trap!” He stomps his foot and shoots her a glare, Harley stands her ground, leaning forward and perching her lips as she observes her nails “Yea, yea, yea, bring her up already, I wanna brush her hair!” Still trembling with my knees to my chest Joker looks back at me with a fat grin on his face “Now dear, there‘s no need to fear, I assure you those little goons will no longer be of any trouble to you, should they dare cause you any trouble they’ll be a gelded lot, you’ll see!” He lends me his hand, I take his hand… after almost being gang raped only for the men to be driven away by the luck of god I feel an urge to express my gratitude to Joker… I reach in my pocket and pull out my lucky coin, “h-here you go, sir, it’s my lucky coin… I’d like to thank you…” “AW! Would you look at that, Harley! She’s given me a coin! And a lucky one at that! My! Thank you, darling, I shall treasure this coin through to my final moments, oh! What a sobbing mess they’ve put you through, let’s bring you in and get you all dolled up.”

They bring me into their home “This is no home! It is our lair!” I mean, their lair “Our lair!” our lair, Harley launches herself onto me, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing tightly, she easily towers over me by more than a head suffocating me with her boobs, I return the favor and she says “Gee, you’re quite the little woman, aren’t ya? Ehhh, we gotta do somethin’ about these clothes, what are ya goin’ to a funeral? Come on, step outta the clothes, baby, we gotta get ya into somethin’ sexy.” I didn’t expect to literally be dolled up, I didn’t know what to expect, I certainly didn’t expect to strip in front of strangers, my, I’m still a virgin... I mean, I’m no total prude, I’m familiar with my rubbing technique and I’ve fingered myself ‘a plenty but, but having the hands of others on me, no... I’ve never been touched by anyone else, she leads me in the bathroom, tiles among the walls are chipped and misplaced, the mirror on the wall massive though littered with punches, the light stretching from wall to wall close to the ceiling stark blue, I stand there motionless, “Come on! What are ya waitin’ for? What, I can’t see ya naked? Gimme those clothes, baby.” I, I, I strip my jacket off, I unbutton my blouse and let it fall from my shoulders, I kick off my shoes, only my bra, my skirt and leggings remain “Come on, darling, we gotta see it all.” I unclasp the hem of my skirt, shimmying my hips side to side as I let it fall to the ground... “Come on, don’t be shy, baby, mama’s gotta see what you’re workin’ with.” ... oh god... what would my parents say if they saw me like this? I.. I, I unhook my bra letting my breasts hang free, the air extra chilly swaying against my exposed skin... my, my nipples... they harden “Wow, checkout the udders on my little girl!” My face is flushed with rosy cheeks, my, my vagina, my vagina feels tingly and warm, my thighs feel fuzzy, my head’s so light, I feel embarrassed but, but... no.. no, no, no, this is wrong, this is... “Come on, baby, just one more piece to go, we’re almost there.” I slip my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties, my head spinning as I watch my panties slip past my knees to the floor beneath my feet, my, my hole completely exposed to this stranger, I instinctively place a hand over my mound and my arm across my breasts; Harley disarms me and turns me to the mirror facing my naked body shattered in the reflection with a hole where my face should be, “So ya got a lil’ chonk on ya, so what? It’s your body, sweet pea, that’s all that counts!” She pecks my cheek “we ain’t gonna hurt ya, come now, it’s time for a bath.”

Steam rises from the water in the bathtub, “Awright now, come on sweet pea, got the water all nice and hot for ya.” I step into the water and gasp as I turn to see Harley stripping herself bare “What? Didn’t think I’m gonna get my clothes all wet did ya? Don’t be silly now, mama’s got a rockin’ bod, don’t she?” She cocks her hip to the side, making her boobs jiggle a little, she smiles at me, I blush and nod my head in agreement, turning my head so as to hide my licking lips... she steps in with me, my back facing her, she sits herself down “Come on, baby, come to mama, no need to make this awkward, mama just wants to clean her sweet lil’ baby.” I lower myself to the surface of the tub, lightly groaning as I lean myself in her arms, her boobs pressing against my back, so soft, so full, so big, my heart beating against my chest being so exposed and close with another woman, a woman, especially with a woman such as Harley “Mama!” mama... Mama cups water in her hands and pours it onto my hair, she doesn’t stop until my hair is damp, she sweeps my hair back away from my face, I slowly melt in her hands, I, I’ve never been this close with a woman before, my god... Harley reassured me in a lower tone “there, there, sweet pea, mama’s gonna make everything just right.” She soaps up her hands, she slides her hands underneath my arms, reaching around for my boobs, she grabs my breasts “my oh my, sweet pea, little baby’s really got some stacks her, huh? Mama’s gonna take real good care of ya, mama’s got a lotta love for ya.” She grabs a handful of my breasts, drawing her fingers back until they reach my nipples, she massaged my nipples, slightly pinching them, my head slowly receding back, I whimper, mama tells me “you really got some nice tits on ya, no wonder those nasty men wanted to get their hands on ya.” She kneads my tits with slow and tender motions, “but that’s awright, sweet pea, you’re with us now, our little girl, our little baby, daddy and mommy have been trynna get pregnant for a while now, but seems like there were other plans for us, we got you now, sweet pea, our sweet lil’ baby, ain’t no one gonna lay a hand on you and get away with it.” She leans into my ear, she licks my ear, she nibbles on my lobe, she flicks her tongue deep in my ear, “Sometimes I call him Mr. J, sometimes Daddy, but never Joker, he don’t like that, and neither do I, only the dogs call him ‘Joker’ he’d love for you to call him daddy, as for me, I’m mama, and I’m mommy, got it?” I purr to her “Yes, mama...” mama trails one of her hands down across my tummy and in between my legs, butterflies swarming within me, she massages my pussy, she rubs my clit “You ever have anyone touch you here before?” “No...” “You’re safe in mama’s hands, sweet pea.” She massaged the simp of my pussy, sliding a finger in me, I’m so, sooo wet, my entire body buzzing with heat, “How’s that, sweet pea?” “S-sooo good, mama, mmm...” she slides another finger inside my hole, I can hardly catch my breath, my thighs squeeze her hands, my toes curl, I hold onto her legs, she quickens the pace of her in and out motions, curving her fingers toward my belly, my hips gyrating against her palm, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, biting my lip, water splashing as she fucks me with her fingers, my pussy so fucking wet, wetter than I’ve been in my entire life, fuck, fuuuuccckkk, my pussy contracts around her fingers, she licks, sucks and nibbles on my neck, static shooting throughout my body in waves, my whimpering turns into crying, “fuck, mama, fuck! Fuck me, mama, fuck me, I’m yours mama, fuck me, please! Oh, fuck mama!” She uses her other hand to rub my clit and I’m completely lost now, my vision blurs, I don’t know if I’m fainting, am I blacking out??? My entire body convulses in her hands, I want nothing more than to lie in mama’s hands, I want nothing more than to let mama take care of me, my god, I can’t believe my own words, how could I be saying this, how could I harbor such thou-“ohhhh fuuckkk, o-oh-oh my-oh my god, ma-mama, fuck-fuck me mama” mama really gives

it to me hard, my entire wracking in her arms, water rippling all around us, my pussy so hot, my head buzzing, are those stars? Oh my, they, they must be stars, those are stars, oh my... “Sweet pea enjoyed her little homecoming gift?” “Y-yesss, mama.. thank you, thank you...” “There ain’t no need to thank me, sweet pea, mama wants to make sure her lil’ baby gets the proper treatment she deserves, now come on, time to get ya in some clothes!”

Mama takes a towel and dries us both off, being extra tender enough to pat me dry on my face, my boobs, my pussy... mama wraps a towel around my head, grabs my cheeks and squishes them together, pecking my lips a thousand times. Walking back into the main room daddy was speaking to several men on their knees before him bowing their heads, he was shouting at them “If anyone sees you take out their eyes, do you understand!” “You got it boss!” “Out with you now!” They scurried through the door. “I wuv you awready, sweet pea! Now! About those clothes... here, try this on!” Mama dresses me up in a red and black plaid skirt nowhere near my knees, a button down blouse with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and a few buttons at the top loosened, red-wine colored socks coming up to my knees, leather wrist cuffs around the obvious, black-leather shoes with a buckle in the center, and, uhm.. no panties… After having been finger fucked by the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen and dressing up in this skimpy outfit I’ve never felt like such a slut before and yet… I like it… mama slips a ring on my right middle finger flashing her own ring on the same finger of her own hand, “See! Now we really are mother and daughter! Till death do us part!” Mr. J snaps “Don’t be surprised if you find yourself wanting to sever her tongue! I may even conspire with you!” “Daddy would be lost without my tongue.” Mama winks at him “Now time for the best part! The makeup!” Mama makes my face as white as hers, my lips are now red but not as wide as hers making my lips look small and plump, the skin around my eyes darkened to black with purple atop my eyelids, she ties my hair in a bun letting a generous amount of strands hang low, my nails are now a dark shade of green, my arms glowing with glitter “We’ll worry about ur hair later, and here, you’ll need this” mama hands me a gun with a waist strap... I’m visibly shaken as I’ve never handled a gun before, dear god, am I going to behave to shoot-ki-kill someone?... “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get the hang of it, mama’s gonna teach everything ya need to kno! Doesn’t she look cute with a pistol, daddy?” Looking in the mirror I don’t recognize the gir-or-the woman… I’ve become… I start to panic at the thought of my family, where are they, oh, how worried they must be of me, what would they think if they saw me like this, I must go back, I can’t stay here, what am I doing! “My parents! My family! I can’t be here, I have to go back, what about my parents? What would they think if they saw me like this?” Mr. J cocks his pistol “We are your parents now, darling. Those people won’t be of any bother to you any longer.” Mama grabs my cheeks and leans her face close to me “I know how scary this must be sweety; one minute you’re almost gang raped, and the next you’re part of a whole new family, but don’t worry, ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of with us, we’ll look after you, sweet pea, we ain’t gonna let ya rot.” I stammer for words “b-but, I-I-I must go back, what would they do without me, they must be worried by now, wondering where I am, I-I-I-“ mama locks her lips with mine, I groan in her mouth, she slips her tongue in my mouth sucking on mine, she grabs me the hips and pulls me close to her, she runs her hands up to my tits, she pulls her lips away “it’s okay, sweet pea.”

Mama lays me back onto a bed, my bed, mama lies next to me, kissing me, pressing her body against mine, sucking on my tongue, biting my lip, licking my ear, sucking my earlobe, I reach for her tits, her voluptuous, milky tits, kneading them deeply, she sucks on my neck, leaving her mark, groping my boobs, pinching my nipple, daddy’s lowers himself down between my legs waiting no time devouring my pussy, licking my clit and fucking me with his long fingers, curving them towards my belly, my back arches as I wrap my legs around his head, my sopping pussy making creamy noises from his finger fucking, mama moves down to my chest sucking on my nipple flicking it with her tongue, daddy spits on his finger and slides it in my butthole, I didn’t expect that, I especially didn’t expect to enjoy it more than it hurt, I didn’t even feel any pain, I only felt my pussy grip daddy’s tongue tight as he slipped it in me, my pussy was fucking soaked having him finger my shit-hole and devouring my pussy at the same time, I’m crying for more like the little slut I am, wanting mommy and daddy to never end this rapturous pleasure, that’s when mommy flips us over so that I’m on top of her “suck on mommy’s tits, baby, get your vitamins in” yes ma’am! I ravage mommy’s tits with my sopping mouth, kneading them really fucking hard for all her milk, gritting her nipple between my teeth, her moaning echoes through my body like the overture of a symphony, her milk so warm and sweet, fuck! I love mommy’s tits! Daddy gets to work on devouring my little shit hole fucking my pussy with his fingers, fucking me so hard I bite down on mommy’s tits screaming and crying and praying for daddy to fuck me forever and ever, daddy slaps my ass making me squeal like a whore, mommy moans pushing the my face deep in her tits, “mmmm, just like that baby, fuck, mommy loves that, ohhh” daddy’s fucking my push so hard I can’t take it anymore, my toes curling, my entire body buzzing with the tides of my orgasm washing over my body, whimpering in mommy’s tit as I cum all over daddy’s fingers, Mr. J teases me “What a messy little slut out little baby is” he slaps my ass. I let mommy’s tit plop out of my mouth with a wide grin across my face struggling to come back down to earth, “She’s had such a long day, daddy, nothin’ like a good night’s rest to feel new again. Come on, sweet pea, I’ll tuck you in.”

After tucking me in they lean in to kiss me goodnight. Mr. J asks me “Ellie’s quite an adorable name, but how about Pumpkin? Would you like to be our little pumpkin?” “I would love to be you r little pumpkin…” “awww she’s one ‘a us now! Sweet dreams, pumpkin!” “Sweet dreams, darling” “thank you mama and daddy, goodnight... I love you...” “awwww, we love you all the same!” They peck me a thousand more times all over my face before leaving me be in my new bed, in my new home, my new parents, my new family… what a day...

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[gyeomork]

Explanation

(im jaebeom x reader)

genre: angst, light smut, fluff, roommate au

warnings: mild cursing, suggestive themes

word count: 3.5k

a/n: so idk if it’s been a long time since i last posted but hey i’m back lol. my last fic got like a lot of love so i was like oh shit wtf thAnk yU. so basically i got kinda in my jaebeom feels because of these pictures i saw and they just kinda hit different so i made a fic lol. anywAy k bye ^3^

“please please please~” jackson begged me. we were currently sitting on the couch in the living room having a conversation about me moving out so his girlfriend could move in. “you guys could just stay in your room and i’ll stay in mine. i’ll try to make my presence as unknown as possible” he looks at me bewildered. “y/n no!” i let out a deep sigh. “alright so let’s say i do move out, where would i go? hm?” “i already have that planned out “ he points at me and smirks “one of my best friends, jaebeom, i told about him right?” i nod. “he’s been living by himself for a while and having kind of a hard time paying for the place so i was hoping you could move in with him” i think about it for a few seconds. “is it cheaper?” he nods assuringly. “ok” i say and he jumps up in excitement. “but you have to do most of the heavy lifting” “ok!”

jackson sets down the last box in my new room. i lay down on the mattress already getting tired from the thought of packing out. “there you go. jaebeom should get home from work at 7 so you have some time to be loud with your music and bad singing”. “hey!” i attempt to kick him but he pushes my foot away. “that’s one thing i wont miss” he continues and i pout. “but overall i’m gonna miss you” he pats me on the head and i smile. “me too”. “listen, i gotta get going but have fun packing out ok! bye~” before i could say bye in return he slams my door shut. he’s not gonna miss me. i put on my music and start opening up the first box.

i finally finish packing out and take a shower to cool my body down. i put on some shorts and a tank top. i check the time and it was 6:43 pm; jaebeom should be getting home soon. I think to make a ‘thank you for letting me live here’ dinner-gift. i walk out my room and was surprised when the front door opened and two shadows walked in. god my first day here and we’re already getting robbed. the tall, wide shouldered shadow turns on the light and reveals a recognizable face from the some of the pictures jackson posted on instagram. he sees me and freezes in shock. the smaller shadow reveals a very pretty woman’s face that automatically turns defensive. “who is she and what is she doing here?” she inquires. i intervene hoping to clear the air “i’m y/n, jaebeom’s new roommate.” i hold out my hand for her to shake. she looks at me and scoffs, then to jaebeom “i can’t believe you” she walks out the door slamming it behind her. jaebeom goes after her and i’m left standing there awkwardly. i go back to my room to avoid more awkwardness when they come back. i can always make that thank you dinner another time. a few minutes later i hear a soft knock on my door. “y/n? it’s jaebeom” i get up and open the door. “i’m sorry i didn’t know-” “no, no it’s fine it’s my fault actually i forgot you were coming today and i forgot to tell her. i’m sorry she was so rude to you, she can be.. defensive at times” he looks kind of stressed. “it’s ok, i won’t take it personally”. “i’m jaebeom” he holds his hand out “we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves earlier” i shake his hand “y/n” we both give small smiles. we hold hands and eye contact for a little too long. he scans my body and i become self conscious remembering that i don’t have a bra on. i let go and cross my arms over my chest. “i’ve had a long day, so i’ll be going to bed now. good night.” i closed the door as quick as i could without being rude. i scold myself for not wearing the proper clothes. i was so used to living and being so comfortable with jackson that i completely forgot that this is not how you dress around a stranger. especially a man. an attractive man. with a girlfriend. i brush my teeth and go to bed to avoid overthinking.

i wake up early the next morning to make a thank you breakfast instead in hopes of getting on jaebeom’s girlfriend’s good side. jaebeom walks into the kitchen while i’m in the middle of cracking an egg. “good morning” he says in a husky voice. “good morning” i reply back. “you didn’t have to make breakfast, i’m the one that usually makes it” “oh no i wanted to make a thank you dinner last night but..” “my girlfriend” he finishes my sentence for me. “where is she by the way? i want to apologize” he frowns and sighs deeply “she got mad yesterday and left. and i told you it’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize” he puts his hand on my shoulder and stares dead into my eyes. all of a sudden, i get hot. like extremely. like so hot i begin sweating. like so hot that i hear beeping… beeping? i turn around and realize that the pancakes i had on the stove caught on fire. i immediately start panicking and trying to blow it out and it only gets bigger. jaebeom comes with a fire extinguisher and pulls me away from the fire by the waist. he puts out the fire swiftly and sinks to the floor. i sit across from him and try to regulate my breathing. he squeezes the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.  god my second day here and i almost burn the house down. what tomorrow? i blow up the whole neighborhood? i get ready for the ‘you almost made my girlfriend break up with me and burn my house down get the fuck out’. but instead he just starts laughing and i do too. “what the hell were you cooking that it caught on fire like that?” “pancakes” he widens his eyes at me. “oh i am definitely cooking from now on” “no i promise i can cook just let me show you” i get up and reach for the pan. he gets up too and stops my hand from even getting remotely close to the pan. “i think we should settle for some cereal” “ok” i sigh. he pours us both a bowl and says “i don’t work today so if you’d like to do something and get to know each other, i’m free all day”. “yeah sure what did you have in mind?” “i was thinking about noraebang (karaoke). i think it’ll be really good to destress after..” he looks to the stove. “stop!~” he bursts out laughing. “so is that a yes or no?” “yes, i’ll go” “what time do you want to go?” i look at the time that reads 9:28 am “maybe around 2-ish”. “ok, 2-ish it is” he gives me a cute smile.

we enter the small room of stress relief and put our stuff down. “you want to go first?” jaebeom asks. “why should i go first?” “you must have the more stress than me, after all you did almost burn our house down” my heart kind of fluttered at ‘our house’ but it was overpowered by the annoyance i felt. i suck my teeth and grab the microphone and remote. i choose a song to terribly sing to and begin. i get a 64 as a score and when i turn around jaebeom is staring at me in disbelief. “yeah, yeah i’m bad at signing ok next your turn” “i wouldn’t say ‘bad’ i’d just say a little.. flat that’s all” “yeah ok here” i roll my eyes at him and shove the microphone in his chest; he snickers. he chooses a ballad and starts singing. and holy shit he can sing. this man sing sing like damn. when he’s done he gets a score of 98. “so this is why to took me here huh. to show off” i accuse him. “no, not at all” he waves me off and laughs. “here it’s your turn” he holds out the mic to me. “no let's do one together” i grab the other mic. we choose a trot and have fun just jumping around and being fools. there was a time when i was laughing my ass off and jaebeom was standing there staring at me, smiling. i guess he was amused by my ugly laugh but either way it made me blush. after dozens of songs later, jaebeom was doing his last one. he chose a slow love song and the way he was singing it could make anyone fall in love with him. he sung with his eyes closed; he knew it like the back of his hand. he turned to face me and opened his eyes to bore holes into mine. the normal me would avert to look at anything other than his eyes but there was something different about this time. i felt like if i did, my heart would stop or my lungs would burst or something would happen where i couldn’t live anymore. i felt like everything i needed to live was in the eye contact we were currently holding. he continues to sing to me with loving eyes and cups my cheek with his soft hands. my face would be hot if it weren’t for his rings cooling me down. the song ends and he drops the hand holding the mic to his lips to his side. he tilts his head to the side and leans in. his lips meet mine and i freeze. his kiss was soft and delicate like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he was scared i would reject him. i close my eyes and kiss him back. that fear was soon replaced by lust and desire. he bends down to put the mic on the table without breaking the kiss. the now unoccupied hand finds its way to my hip, pulling me closer. my hands move to the back of his neck and get lost in his hair. they move to his chest as i snap out of it and push him away. “you have a girlfriend” i say in disgust. “how could you even think about doing this to her?” i furrow my eyebrows “to me?” i reach for the door handle and jaebeom grabs my wrist. “y/n” i shake him off aggressively and walk out of the noraebang and all the way home.

when i get home jaebeom is waiting for me in the couch with his head in his hands. i try to walk past him quickly to my room but as soon as he sees me and jumps up almost immediately to block my way. “y/n please let me explain” “what is there to explain?” i maneuver my way around him. “a lot” he follows me on my way to my room. “no i think i understood the situation very clearly” i try to slam my door but he stops it with his hand. “no you didn’t and you still don’t” “ahh really? what part about you kissing me while having a girlfriend could i not possibly understand?” i succeed in slamming the door this time and lock the door. “all of it!” he yells through the door. i take a deep breath and rub my temples. i take a hot shower to calm my nerves and stay in my room for the rest of the day until it was time to go to bed.

the next day i pack a bag early in the morning and go to jackson’s place. i just couldn’t stay in that house, i needed a break. i think i’ve been more stressed in the last two day than i’ve ever been in my life. i ring on the doorbell and thankfully jackson answers the door. “y/n what the hell are you doing here so early?” “so i don’t have to see jaebeom” “what? why? don’t tell me you guys fought already” “i tell you everything” i walk inside and to the living room.

i finish my story without getting my blood completely boiling. “well, i think you should let him explain” jackson says as if it were that simple. “no! why should i?” “you know how hard it can be to control feelings especially if they’re strong and i know jaebeom, i know he wouldn’t be so irrational”. i know i should trust what jackson says because despite his stupidity at times, he actually gives good advice but i can’t help but get upset thinking about what jaebeom did. i just wish he would have vocalized himself first before making such an impulsive decision. “plus i know things that you don’t” he says persuasively. “ok but give me a few days to cool down” “as much time as you need as long as you listen to him” he pats me on the shoulder. “great so can i stay here?” it wouldn’t be too bad because jackson’s girlfriend knows me and would be understanding. “you- wah~ unbelievable! yes but only for two days ok” “i thought you said i could take as much time as i needed” “you can but not in my house” he gets up to go to his room. “some friend huh” “the best” he shouts down the hallway.

it’s been about four days and i get a text message from a random number.

“y/n hey it’s jaebeom when you see this please respond. i am so sorry for what i have done but if you could just let me talk to you everything will be better, i promise”

i could not believe this man had the audacity to text me. did it look like i wanted to talk to you?

i respond anyway.

“promises are made to be broken”

i turn off my phone in anger. how did he even get my number in the first place? i close my eyes and take a deep breath “jackson!” i yell. he peeps into the room like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy. “did you give my number to jaebeom?” “yes but-” “no buts, you’re supposed to be my friend and help me why would you do that?” i say starting to get fed up. “because! you need to get out my house y/n! it’s almost been a week. how am i supposed to get some quality alone time with my girl if you’re here moping around?” i stay silent. now i see why he needed me to move out. he sighs “listen, jaebeom is at work right now so we could go over there-” i cut him off “no. nope, not possible” “y/n listen to me please” he says in a serious tone.  “fine” “ok so we can go and when he comes home i can help let both sides of the story be told and let you guys come to an understanding and everything can be sunshine, happy, and rainbows again” i laugh at the last part. “so do we have a deal?” i sigh deeply in defeat “deal”.

when we get to my shared home, i go to my room to put my bag away and jackson follows with a chair. “why are you bringing that?” “we need to all be facing each other you know. i read somewhere that it helps the brain process information in a more understanding way” i don’t think he did but i’d rather not question jackson at his weird times. i open my room door and walk in to see jaebeom sitting on my bed. i turn back to leave and the door is closed. i try the handle and it doesn’t budge. jackson yells from the other side of the door “you’re not coming out until you guys are all made up” i roll my eyes so far back they nearly get stuck. “y/n” a soft voice comes from behind me. “yes” i answer back with poison in my tone. “please” his voice plead and i found it hard to say no. i turn back and sit next to him on the bed, making sure to keep my distance. “go ahead” “thank you. firstly, i want to say i’m sorry for not speaking my mind before i made such a choice and not trusting you enough to tell you the situation and making you feel used. so that woman that you saw me with that first night was once my girlfriend that i actually considered to be my girlfriend but that was ages ago in college. i got this place when i was in a good enough position to and everything was good for a while but then bills got overwhelming and i needed some help and she was there for me. but then she got extremely controlling and i wanted to break up with her for the longest time but every time i’d try to she’d threaten me by saying that i’d lose this place and that my parents wouldn’t take me back because they told me not to do this and i just felt so trapped” i rub his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “so when jackson said that you could move in i was so relieved like the weight of the world was lifted off of me. that night when she stormed out and i followed her, i broke things off and that had to have been the best night of my life. i didn’t want to tell you we broke up at first because i knew that no matter how many times i’d say it’s not your fault, you’d still blame yourself. and i was embarrassed to tell the truth, i was afraid you’d think i was pathetic. but i feel even more pathetic now that you’re mad at me and you have a right to because it’s all my fault”. i started to feel guilty “jaebeom no it’s not, i should’ve let you explain yourself. i was a insensitive bitch and i should’ve listened to you instead of leaving without notice” “no don’t say that” he cups my cheek just like he did in the noraebang minus the rings so this time, my face was heating up completely. “why shouldn’t i?” i ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “because i hate seeing you beat yourself up and every time you do i want to kiss you until the sun comes up” his face was so close that his breath was brushing lightly on my face. “so why don’t you?” “can i?” “god jaebeom yes”. he crashes his lips into mine with longing and fervour; i return the same emotions. i feel his hands all over me and he lays me down without breaking the kiss. “let me make everything up to you” he kisses a trail down my jaw to my chest. he hastily pulls my shorts down and spreads apart my legs. he kisses the insides of my thighs lovingly and pulls down my underwear.

he collapses next to me and we both catch our breaths. he pulls me on top of him and holds me in his arms. he caresses my cheek “you’re so beautiful” he kisses me on my forehead and i smile. we stay there for a while, enjoying each other’s presences until my stomach rumbles and i curse at myself. “hungry?” he chuckles. i cover my face with my hands and smile shyly. he pulls my hands away from my face and kisses them. “come on, i’ll make you something and i won’t let it catch on fire” i frown at him and he laughs. he puts on his boxer briefs and leaves the room. i soon follow him to his room to steal some clothes from him. i search through his drawer and grab a black long sleeve to put on. jaebeom comes behind me and grabs me by the waist to move me out of the way so he can search through the drawer as well. “is jackson still here?” “no he left a long time ago” i hum in understanding. “wait, how do you know? and come to think of it how did you get out the room?” he freezes in front of me like a deer caught in headlights and runs out the room. i catch up to and jump on his back. he falls to the ground “tell me!” i start pinching him. “ok ok i asked him to plan it” “you ask him to plan for us to have sex?!” “no! i asked him to bring you here so i can apologize and leave after 30 minutes so then i could confess but i guess things took another route”. “ugh i hate you guys” i ease off of him but he turns on his back and pulls me back down on him. “you couldn’t possibly hate me babe”

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[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 7

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k. -this may look like a love triangle but ill do my best not to turn it into one. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 7 : Her chapter

Olivia

I blinked a few times, staring at him and holding my breath. It was the last thing I expected from him and I was pretty sure he could tell from the surprised expression plastered on my face. In fact, if he had admitted to imagining having sex with Harry I would have been less startled.

"You're kidding, right?"

The left corner of his lips moved up, changing his face in some sort of sad expression just as his gaze fell on his lap. He was avoiding my eyes and somehow I was grateful for that because even if I was still staring at him, I didn't know if us looking at each other would be comfortable. His arm was still resting on the back of the couch and I was suddenly aware of the proximity of our bodies. I didn't want to move away and make it even more awkward but staying so close also made everything feel weird. Slowly, i moved my thigh away to make sure it wasn't pressed against his anymore but my heart started racing inside me anyway.

"I mean, yea, it's true." he confirmed, raising my hope up higher than it had ever been. "You know I told you I had a dream about us kissing, well it was more than that. We were.. you know..."

He shook his head a few times as if it would make it obvious and although I really wanted to hear him from his mouth, I didn't insist. I could feel my wall being teared down slowly as if someone was taking off one brick after the other. The feelings hiding behind were ready to live but I was not ready to take the risk. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to get back to my senses and not let my emotions take control.

"It was just a dream, Niall." I explained in a low tone.

"Oh I know." he let out after a few seconds. "I just wanted you to know I lied. The dream fucked me up for a day or two, that's all."

That was it, the moment was gone and my hope was dying. I breathed in deeply to put back the few bricks of my wall I had taken off and forced a smile on my lips just as he looked up. I tried to keep my smile but it faded slightly before quickly coming back. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or his revelation, but he seemed even more handsome than normally , illuminated by the moon rays. It made my heart twist in my chest and somehow, I was scared he would notice. I had to light up the mood and I just tilted my head, my smile turning into a smirk.

"Was it good?"

His eyes seemed to sparkle and he chuckled, sending me a small but amused smile.

"Woke up with a solid boner."

This time, I burst into laughter and he joined me. I let my head fall back against his arm and closed my eyes. I couldn't stop laughing and I shook my head again, turning my head his way as it was still leaning against his arm.

"That means nothing. You see boobs and get hard!"

"I'm not 16 anymore, Liv, the simple sight of boobs do not make me hard."

I stared at him, my eyes getting smaller as I looked at him in a joking manner. He raised his eyebrows and I tilted my head, not totally sure I actually believed him.

"That sounds fake." I pointed out, making him smile more. "You're lying."

"Show me yours then, and we'll see."

I slapped his arm lightly and it made him laugh even more. It was contagious and I felt my lips curl as I tried not to look away from him. I knew he was joking but I don't think I would ever be able to show him my body. I knew I was not one of those girls, the girls who got the good genes... girls like Heidi.

"Okay so let's say your dream girl walks by right now." I supposed, pointing out the bottom of the few stairs outside the house. "She walks up, tells you how bad she wants you, and moves her shirt up to show you her tits.. you would still stay soft?"

He brought his free hand to his chin, grabbing it in a thoughtful manner and looking up,  making my lips curl more. It took him a few seconds to answer and it made me chuckle. I nudged his side and he let out a short and fake "Ow!" before a smile reappeared on his lips.

"I don't think I'd get hard immediately, i'd need a little action before." he finally answers, making me roll my eyes. "Or, if I did get hard, it wouldn't be because of the sight of her boobs but more because of the anticipation of what's going to happen."

"You got hard while dreaming and no one was touching you." I pointed out. "Explain that, Horan."

I was expecting him to make the same grimace he always does when I call him by his last name but instead, he looked down, an embarrassed smile on his face and his cheeks turning red. Clearly, he was hiding something from me and although I was dying to find out what it was, I didn't want to make him feel worse.

"I knew you didn't have an explanation." I joked, turning my body his way this time and leaning my knee on his thigh.

The awkward moment was gone and it felt good between us again. I didn't want to ruin it and I decided to drop the subject of his dream and the game to make things a bit lighter. I was sitting with my best friend in the middle of the night just talking about random things and it was probably my favorite thing in the whole world.

"Oh, remember that one time I walked in on you jerking off?"

His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink again but this time he scratched the back of his neck and chuckled low.

"Without knocking, remember?"

"That's not the point!"

We were young, maybe 13, and I did, in fact, walk in his room without knocking. It was not something I was used to do. As kids, we clearly had nothing to hide from each other but we were growing up and it was the very last time I didn't announce myself first before getting in his room. In fact, for the next month I even waited until he would come and open the door for me, scared i'd catch him in a compromising position again.

"Yea well it was your fault." he pointed out, making me grimace.

"Alright, I give you that." I gave in with a shrug. "What were you thinking about?"

He breathed in and out and shook his head one time. "Killing you, probably."

I laughed and nudged him again.

"No! I mean, when you were jerking off."

I watched him frown and then close his eyes before shrugging and turning to me.

"I don't know. Back then, I think I liked Ava."

I looked down at my lap and started playing with the mood ring on my finger, almost waiting for it to turn a gold-ish or amber color. I breathed in deeply and my lips curled into a sad smile. I remembered Ava very well, everyone did. Tall, brunette, skinny and pretty much every single boys' fantasy back then, even some girls' too. Not me. I could only see Niall even back then.

"Surprise, Niall liked the perfect popular bitch." I pointed out slightly rudely. "Some things never change."

"Wow, a saucer of milk for the young lady next to me?"

I looked up and frowned, rolling my eyes and quickly looking away.

"Oh shut up, Niall, you know i'm right."

Silence fell between us and I think the fact that he didn't argue with me made everything even worse. I wanted him to tell me I was wrong and that the body and face was not a priority for him and at the same time, I knew it was bad of me to be mad at him for his preferences or just because he liked some popular chick back when he was a kid. It was just a pattern he seemed to bring with him through the years and I was jealous. I knew it. Plus, if I was a famous ex-boybander loved by all the girls in the world, i would choose the hottest too. I would probably still pick one with a great personality, but I wouldn't go for someone like me. There would be no reason to.

"It's getting late, we really should sleep." I suggested after a few minutes, getting up quickly.

I felt him grab my wrist and held my breath, slowly turning to him. The way he looked at me told me he was not mad or annoyed, and I tried to swallow the feeling of jealousy and anger that had spread inside of me.

"You're gonna give Harry a chance?"

I wanted to scoff but fought against it. I just stared at him and finally nodded, waiting for him to let go of me. It was ridiculous of me to think Niall would never be interested in me because of who he was but to still hope for something to happen with Harry. There was also no reason for Harry to have feelings for me. It just made no fucking sense.

"We made a deal." I just let out, raising my eyebrows.

His eyes softened but I could swear I saw sadness in them and I sighed, thinking it was probably because of the small argument we just had.

"Come on, Niall, it's late." I repeated.. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"

His grip on my wrist loosened and his fingers slipped until mine, grabbing them and making my heart skip a beat as I led the way inside until his bedroom. Feeling his hand in mine has always been something that fucked me up for a reason I ignored. Perhaps it was simply because it was something couples did normally, bringing my fantasy to an other level. He closed the door and finally let go of my hand before laying in bed next to me. I felt the mattress move and turned my head to look at him struggle to take his sweatpants off, wiggling on the bed. I laughed and did the same, sliding under the sheets and feeling the coldness of the fabric brush against my legs.

"I'm sorry for earlier." I let out after a few seconds of silence when we were now both motionless, next to each other. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Apology accepted."

I was still not ready to look at him or cuddle him and I ended up just closing my eyes, still laying on my back. This had been a very long evening and It was about time it was over.

"Night Nee." I whispered, feeling him turn my way on the bed, his hand slipping under his pillow.

"Goodnight, Liv."

His voice was soft and low and it made my lips curl despite myself. I probably drifted into slumber not so long after but I couldn't remember. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside. I turned to look at Niall who was deeply asleep, his lips parted slightly, and I held my breath as I stared at him for a few seconds. It felt like my heart was threating to jump out of my chest by my throat. I closed my eyes a few seconds and finally looked around the room.

I didn't know how long I had been asleep but it was probably not very long. I guessed about half an hour, and suddenly became conscious of how thirsty I was. I also desperately needed to go to the bathroom and made it my first stop. Finally, I walked to the kitchen and my heart jumped in my chest when I saw a shadow leaning against the counter before realizing it was Harry. A smile curled my lips and I walked up next to him, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle. We remained silent as I swallowed half of it and when I let my body rest against the fridge, I remembered I was only wearing one of Niall's shirts along with my panties. I was glad no one had turned the lights on. Not only because of the fact that I was half naked, but also because I could feel my cheeks turn a soft shade of red out of embarrassment.

"Can't sleep?" he asked in a very low voice, his accent weirdly thicker than usual.

I had a thing for accents and when Niall's would broaden, it made me even more attracted to him. I was just realizing now that Harry's accent was stronger when he was tired and I liked it. especially the way he would stop pronouncing the T's. It was bad to the point where I wondered how it would sound if he whispered 'good morning' in my ear as soon as we'd wake up in the same bed. I had an accent too, but I wasn't sure how much I liked it. In fact, I preferred when people didn't ask about it. I had spent the first few years of my life in France and although I shouldn't have taken that accent, my parents did, and they were the ones who taught me how to talk, obviously. My accent was clearly not as pronounced as theirs, but it was still easy to catch.

"Too many jello shots, maybe?" I joked with a chuckle, making him laugh too.

He put the bottle he had in hands on the counter and pushed himself off of it, getting back on his feet and closer to me. I felt my heart start to race but I tried playing it cool and simply tilted my head, looking up at him. He was tall, taller than Niall, and somehow, it made me feel secure, like he could protect me from everything, even from myself. Harry had this way to make anyone feel good and at ease. I liked it. Everyone liked it. Everyone liked him.

His hand reached up slowly, moving my hair behind my shoulder. Two of his fingertips brushed against my jaw and I couldn't hide the shiver crossing my back. I was not going to ruin it this time, right?

"Do you think it's the right time for a first kiss?" I asked in a whisper as he bent closer.

Ouch. Had I just ruined this? Again? What the hell was wrong with me?

We looked at each other for what seemed like an hour. I tried to decipher his facial expression but it was impossible. His eyes roamed on my face, lingering on my lips and back up in my eyes.

"I don't know." he admitted, his eyes getting slightly smaller. "I just know i'm tired to wait for the right moment. Perhaps, the right moment is whenever we want it."

I licked my lips and turned my body slightly to lean against the counter, exactly where he was only some minutes ago. He took a step closer and placed his hands on each side of me, holding himself on the side of the counter. It's only when he bent down again that I held my breath without realizing it.

"I'm just scared that when I start, I won't be able to stop."

I had to swallow the lump in my throat, suddenly totally aware of the heat emanating from his body and warming me. I could feel his breath on my skin. How did he smell so good in the middle of the night after too much drinking? How did he look so good even with puffy and tired eyes? Why was he so close to me, his lips almost touching mine, even if I was just a plain and average girl?

"Why me, Harry?" i dared to ask in a begging way.

Because I really was begging. I was begging him to tell me why he seemed to see me in a way no one else did. I wanted to know why he put his attention on me, why he kept trying with me even if this game had been going on for months, why he seemed to genuinely like me... I needed to know because it made no sense. This is not something that happens to girls like me. This isn't the kind of fairy tale that I would even dare to imagine. I was not the protagonist of a story like that.

His face changed and he frowned for half a second. He licked his lips and I cursed at myself in my head. Once again, I was ruining a kiss I desperately wanted and needed. Why did I keep doing that?

"What do you mean?"

By the softness of his voice, I knew he understood all the hidden questions behind the simple one I had asked. I knew it because he was suddenly more gentle, and his hand reached for my neck as he cupped the lower part my face and my jaw so sweetly that I felt my eyes flutter close before quickly opening them again.

"Why don't you kiss a famous singer? Or a skinny and beautiful model?"

I didn't want to point out that not only that's what was expected of him, but also that's what he was used to do. Did Harry Styles ever date a non-famous and average girl since he started the x-factor? The answer was an obvious and bold 'NO'.

"Because it's you I want to kiss." he just said, shaking his head and bringing his other hand to my jaw. "You're all i've been thinking about. I mean we spent so much time together on tour. You're one of the most genuine, smart, charming and funny person I know. And you're kind, and real, and beautiful. Yes, really. Inside and out. No matter what you think."

I blinked a few times, trying to keep my tears in but it was getting harder with every word that passed his lips. His words, although not easy to believe, made me emotional, and for some odd reason, I could see myself in front of the mirror again, while Niall told me I was beautiful. He shook his head slightly and moved one of his hands away, sliding his fingers on my shoulder and down my arm. He grabbed my fingers and squeezed them tight, making it almost impossible for me not to cry,

"You don't think someone can fall in love with you, Olivia?"

I tried to think of the right answer but first, I had to ask myself that question, which is something I had never done before. Did I believe it was possible?

"Maybe, but not someone like you."

He shook his head again.

"Well, you're gonna have to start believing it." he argued. "I'll do everything I can to make you see it. I really, really like you."

I kept quiet but could feel my eyes water. My vision became blurry but I didn't have the guts to wipe my eyes, scared it would make him move away from me. It made me realize how bad I wanted him to love me, and that maybe my feelings for him were deeper than I thought. He brushed his thumb on my bottom lip and without thinking, I ran my tongue on it, making the right corner of his lips move up.

"Do you like me?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me this question and the surprise made me chuckle. He raised his eyebrows, his lips curling more but still waiting for an answer. I dared to bring my hand to his chest and grip his shirt tight, nodding slowly.

"You know I do, Harry." I whispered. "Everyone likes you."

His lips parted to answer me and I focused on how pink they seemed to be, even in the darkness. I was impatient to feel them against mine, to find out how he tasted, to discover the kind of kiss we would share... Was it possible to have feelings for two men at the same time?

I tilted my chin up slightly, expecting a cheeky remark but I didn't have time. The lights turned on suddenly and we both jumped. I thought Harry would move away but he remained close to me and it made me feel guilty.

"Are you guys okay?"

I watched Niall frown and then realize his mistake. His lips twisted and his noce raised up in a grimace. He was about to apologize but I didn't want him to. For some reason, hearing him say sorry would make this whole thing awkward and unpleasant.

"Yea, I was just thirsty." I explained, taking the water bottle on the counter and moving it up to show my best friend.

"We were having a moment, but okay."

I felt my whole body tense at Harry's reaction. Even if his voice was low and slow, I could hear he was annoyed. Being part of this discussion was beyond my strength and I shook my water bottle a few times, walking to Niall and leaving Harry behind before any other word could be exchanged,

"I'm tired, goodnight boys."

I had to stop myself from kissing Niall's cheek the way I always did but at this exact moment, it felt wrong. What had happened between Harry and I was obsessing me. Not so much the fact that we almost kissed again, but mostly the words he told me.  I knew Niall had warned me about Harry's sweet talk but call me naive all you want, I thought he was sincere. I wanted to trust him, I had to.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I heard Harry ask as I was walking back to Niall's room.

"No!"

I knew Niall didn't mean bad and I was not mad at him. Being mad at my best friend, the man I loved the most in the world, was something too hard to do. One fight in a lifetime was enough for me, I didn't want any other to happen ever again.

I lied down in the dark until Niall walked back in the room and lied next to me on his back. The silence was not awkward or uncomfortable but it seemed like we were both waiting for something.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this for you."

I swallowed hard and with difficulty.

"You didn't."

It became silent again and when Niall talked again, I could swear I heard nostalgia or sadness in the tone of his voice.

"Can I take you close?"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought and I nodded, turning so my back was facing him. We always cuddled this way. it was nothing new. I didn't know why he felt the need to ask me this time but something had seemed to shift... something was changing between us. And I hated it. I hated it so much that as soon as his arms wrapped around me, I started crying. I felt tears invade my cheeks as I did my best to stay quiet. I had never been scared like that and all I could think about was that maybe it was the last time Niall would hold me close to him the way he always did.

#niall horan #niall horan story #niall horan fluff #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fic #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #wtv i never know how to tag this #my fanfics #sorry i know the ending SUCKS #i promise next chapter will be better

[oohfluffy]

DDND Ch.9 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,032

❀ Chapter 9: Talking ❀

You grumpily walked home with your hands in your pockets.

"Yah! Jagiya!"

You walked faster, almost running on the street but unfortunately, there's a stop light.

"AISH! WHY NOW?!" You mumbled, stomping on your feet as you look at the bright sky with eyes in slits.

The sun is still up, annoying you in every way. It's only 12:30 pm and you're so hungry.

"You made me run after you, jagi. You're lucky, I love chasing."

And now he caught up to you. You rolled your eyes, still facing the stop light.

"Let's have a lunch date—"

"I'm not having a date with you."

"Lunch then?"

You glanced at him but looked away immediately as you saw Kai was intently staring at you. You cleared your throat.

"I-I'll pick where to eat!" You quickly said, walking fast as the light turns green. You heard Kai say, "YES!" and you can even imagine him pumping a fist on the air.

"It's not a date, it's not a date." You chanted to yourself as you pushed the door to the restaurant you wanted to eat at.

The restaurant looks comfy, not too extravagant and shiny. On top of the cashier area, a wooden plate says, "Enjoy your meals in Winter Heat".

Kai walks behind you, looking at his surroundings.

"Winter Heat? This restaurant is weir— cute." Kai said, stuttering at the end since he saw you glaring at him. You went to the line to the cashier, waiting for your turn.

"Jagi~ I don't know what to order here." Kai whined at you, looking at the menu boards but sneakily wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Just pick what interests you and be done with it." You snapped back, putting your hand on his arm and pulling it away from you. Kai looked at you and pouted. You looked away.

"Aish, fine. I'll order for you."

In the end, you two ate chicken garlic with mayo and butter-dipped potato salad. It was the best lunch for Kai. Not only because of his love for chicken, but because he's with you.

"That was awesome, jagiya~" Kai sang as you both walked away from the restaurant. You smiled, feeling satisfied.

"I know I'm awesome."

"Nah, not you. The chicken is."

You walked faster, trying to leave behind the dancer.

"You just came back and that's how you talk back to me? Unbelievable."

But of course, you can't compete with someone who has longer legs than you.

"You missed me so much. I knew it."

"Whatever."

You stopped trying to leave him behind and just walked how you normally do. Kai suddenly slipped his hand in yours and laced his fingers with you.

"YAH—"

"Shhh." Kai poked your nose as he grinned playfully at you.

"Let me have this moment, jagiya."

You stared at him, hesitating if you should give in or not.

"Even if you don't admit that you missed me," Kai chuckled as you scoffed. "I've missed you, Lin."

You quickly looked on your right side, looking away from him.

Holy marshmallows. I'm blushing, am I? No. No. No. Omg.

"I always think of you, how you glare at me, how you act so stubbornly, how you roll your eyes, how you— ACK!" Kai was cut off as you stomped on his foot.

"Of all the things you should say—"

"Let me finish, okay?" Kai laughed.

You shook your hand, trying to get away from his hold. But Kai wouldn't let go.

"Aish. Come on, babe. Stop trying to get away from me. I'll always follow you."

You felt your knees weak but you've managed to continue walking without tripping.

"W-wait a minute." You stopped walking as you turned to the boy beside you. Kai stopped walking and turned to you too.

"What are you doing, Kai?"

Kai cocked his head like a dog would do.

No. Don't do that to me, you devil.

"Uhm. I'm walking with you—"

"No. Why are you telling me..." You trailed off, trying to find the right words to say. "... weird things?"

"Weird things? Like what?"

You glared at him but he only looked at you, eyes full of innocence. You sighed.

"Are you confessing to me indirectly? Do you even really like me or are you teasing me? 'Cause either way, I don't like it. Please stop confusing me." You snapped at him, freeing yourself from his hold. You looked away, too embarrassed to look back at him.

Croo croo...

Silence...

"Tss." You muttered before walking away from him.

You don't even know why you feel so disappointed. You don't like him, right?

Yes, I don't. Well, if you call waiting for his calls, his comeback and blushing because of his words, not liking him, then okay, you don't.

You like him.

"Wait."

Your feet halted from their movement like you're a controlled robot and your master is Kai.

You heard Kai's hurried steps and felt his breath near your ear. You fought the urge to turn around and just laugh at him, telling him you were just kidding.

"I.."

I think I'm not breathing right now.

"I really—"

You felt your phone vibrate roughly in your pocket. You quickly took it out and answered the call without looking at the caller.

"Yeoboseyo?" You greeted, making Kai's determined shoulders slumped down.

"Lin! I-I was wondering if you have time this afternoon. I know you're a busy person and all but I really want to see this movie but I don't have a companion. It'll be lonely then." Sehun's whiny voice rang though your ears.

"O-oh." You moved away from Kai's personal space and continued walking.

"I'm free this afternoon. What time should we meet?" You answered, trying to shake off the guilt from leaving Kai.

Before Sehun replied, you heard him giggle.

"I'll pick you up at 5:30 then!"

You nodded, making sure you would remember the time.

"What movie are we going to watch then? It'll be your treat, alright?" You asked teasingly.

"Secret. Of course, it'll be my treat! You've been a great companion for me~" Sehun chuckled, making you smile.

"Good boy. I know that already. Tell me something I don't." You laughed slightly, your eyes catching your dorm's gate.

"Then..."

You pushed the gate open.

"I like you."

You halted walking with your mouth hanging open, losing words to say.

Not knowing what to say, you laughed nervously.

"W-well, I like you too, Sehun-ah." You replied, biting your lower lip.

You suddenly heard the front door closed loudly, making you cringe.

"After all, we're buddies." You continued, walking closer to the front door that has been closed.

The line wasn't dead but all you heard was silence.

You almost thought Sehun was mad or something, not that you're assuming. But all your worries vanished when you heard his annoying but adorable laugh.

You automatically smiled.

"Oh goodness! I-I thought you really fell for my prank." Sehun said in the middle of his laugh. "I'm really lucky to have you as a friend. A lot of my girl friends fell for it though and I need to apologize for so many times because of it."

You laughed listening to Sehun's rants about how his girl friends complain about him being such a prankster despite having a poker face all the time.

"I'm glad I'm your friend too, Sehun-ah."

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You picked your most comfy clothes for this afternoon.

A black sweater with a small white puppy sewn on its left chest area, a black skinny jeans, and to complete your outfit, your favorite black rubber shoes.

And you are so ready to go.

You put lipbalm on your plump lips and  powder on your face, lightening up your dull face.

You went to your bed to get your black sling bag when someone knocked on your door.

"Yes, I'm coming down in a minute." You answered, brushing your hair as it smoothly fell down passed your shoulders. You might get a haircut someday when you're free.

After checking yourself for the final time, you opened the door to see Kai leaning on the wall near the door.

"Where are you going with Sehun?"

You walked passed him but he caught your wrist.

Is this one of the cliché scenes where he would stop me from going with other guys?

"Buy me some chicken on your way home."

Or not.

"Fine." You said, not wanting to argue with him for the nth time. You pulled your hand back and quickly went down.

Kai bit his lip, refraining himself to run after you and tell you to just stay at home.

"Aish." He ruffled his hair and went back to his room in defeat.

He just can't say it.

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"So what movie, Sehun-ah?"

You and Sehun bought food first before tickets. Of course, you told him to.

Popcorn, nachos with extra extra cheese, potato sticks, french fries and drinks. Yum. (Ikr im getting hungry too)

"Wait here. I'll buy the tickets." Sehun said, leaving you at the table near the cinema. You nodded, just staring at the food in front of you, clearly like a hungry person.

"My first love..." You whispered, slightly pinching the nachos.

"I want to eat you already." You mumbled.

"Let's go!" Sehun cheered as he came back with two tickets in his hand. You jumped up from your seat, bringing the food with you as Sehun took the drinks since you don't want to be away from your food.

"What movie are we gonna watch?" You asked again.

"You'll see." Sehun winked, leading you to the cinema.

Your eyes widened, your lips curling up as you look at Sehun.

"I know. I know." Sehun said with a low voice. You giggled.

"I knew I had the best friend ever."

And Boss Baby started playing.

You were almost crying with Sehun as you both went out the cinema, holding your stomach. You went to a café and had your light dinner there. Your table still full of laughs and loud talks that even made other customers look at you two. You'll just both grin at each other and laugh again.

"That was amazing. You're a genius for inviting me to watch this movie with you." You told him as you sat on the passenger's seat in the black Audi you've been dreaming of.

"I knew you'd like it. Well, I really had fun. I knew it was right to invite you because if I was alone, I'd be crazy laughing my lone ass out." Sehun laughed, turning his engine on.

"I'm gonna climb up on our gates again because of you. Like almost every time I spend my day with you, I get locked out of my dorm."

"That's the consequence for spending your time with a handsome guy like me."

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your lips is still there.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

You finally got in front of your dorm after an hour.

You got out of the car and before you close it, you said goodbye first to Sehun.

"Thank you for the treat, Sehun. My day was a lot more brighter because of you. I'll treat you next time! I promise." You said, smiling at him. Sehun saluted at you and waved before driving away from your dorm.

You waited until his car vanishes from your sight before slinging your bag on your shoulder and getting ready to climb up.

But the gate suddenly opened.

"You're so late."

You were aghast that Kai was still up and here in front of you, his arms crossed and his frown was obviously shown.

"Really? Didn't know." You mumbled, walking past him.

Kai locked the gate again before running after you.

You were already at the end of the staircase when he got in. He locked the front door and sprinted to you.

You stopped walking up when a hand grabbed your hand. You looked down and saw Kai looking back at you with his sad eyes

Why is he sad?

"Let's talk."

—

❀ Ch.10

#exo #exo fanfic #exo imagine #exo fluff #exo x you #exo x reader #exo x oc #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop series #exo series #kpop fluff #kai #kai x you #kai x oc #kai x reader #kai series #kai fanfic #kai imagine

[devon--reynolds]

Where Do We Go From Here | Self - Para

Dev took a deep breath as he sat outside of Kalani’s house, gripping his steering wheel, trying to rehearse everything he was going to say in his head. It was partly for his 12 steps and partly because he really wanted this Thanksgiving to be the best one yet. With a sigh he got out of the car, her favorite donuts in a small box in his hands as he climbed the steps to her door, smoothing his hair down once before he pressed the doorbell. He knew she didn’t have a shift til later, that she’d be upset he didn’t call first but he was hopeful they’d get past that to have a real conversation. 

“Dev I..” Kalani started as she opened the door and saw him there, smoothing down her hair, wishing she had decided to take a shower earlier. She didn’t know why she cared at this point, knowing he had seen her in all sorts of ways but the man she was looking at now seemed so..different than the person she had known all those years ago. She supposed she hadn’t really known Devon in a long time, but she still believed that she knew him better than anyone. Stubbornly so. 

“Hey Kal, I-I’m sorry to just show up like this. I just..I was hoping we could talk. I brought donuts,” he told her and held up the bag, taking a step towards the door as she opened it wider, but not before snatching the donut bag and walking back into the kitchen. There hadn’t been many moments since he had gotten out that it was just the two of them alone and Dev was realizing that as he stood in her kitchen, feeling more nervous than he had originally intended. “I wanted to know if you were gonna come to Thanksgiving dinner today. Reagan told me you hadn’t made up your mind and I just..I wanted you to know I really want you there.” He cleared his throat and stood up straighter, wanting to get his words out before it was too late and she talked him out of it. “I know..that you’re still upset with but, it would mean a lot if for tonight we could just...come together as a family, you know? Especially for the kids..I’d like them to have one good Thanksgiving memory, you know? Of all of us being together and I, I’d like to spend some time with you, you know? If that’s..if that’s not too much to ask.”

She kept her eyes on the donuts as she pulled them out, grabbing a knife to cut them into smaller pieces if only to have something to do instead of look at him as he spoke. She hadn’t made up her mind about Thanksgiving, though when she woke up this morning she was leaning more towards staying home, watching the Macy’s parade as she waited for Jax to bring her some leftovers. Even in her head it seemed pathetic but she wasn’t sure she could muster the strength to sit with Devon and his family, to watch him enjoy himself, to accept him being home as something that was normal, something that she was used to. She looked at him and felt..pain, sadness, so much joy to just..be there with him and yet she couldn’t even let herself be happy about it, still incredibly pissed every time she looked at him. “I don't know Dev, I’m still..thinking about it.” It wasn’t a lie and she took a moment to eat half of one of the donuts before turning back towards him. “And I’m not..trying to get defensive but the kids have had good Thanksgivings, okay? I-I’ve cooked and I’ve..stuffed a fucking turkey, me, a turkey.” She didn’t have to say anything else, Devon knowing that Kalani wasn’t exactly a pro in the kitchen, she just got by. 

“I-I wasn’t trying to-”

Kalani held up her hand and shook her head. “It’s sweet, that you came here and brought me donuts and made that whole speech about family. And I get that everyone wants to celebrate you being home and act like one big happy family. Devon I’m happy you’re home but I’m also fucking...angry that it took so long and angry that all of our friends are now looking at me like Im the bad guy because I won’t let you back in my life. But look I..I get it, you’re the good guy now but you fucking..left me, Dev, to raise these kids, you could’ve fought harder, you could have made better choices. And maybe I’m fucking living in the past but every time I look at you I, see the night before you were gone. When you told me that we’d have everything. And I believed you..so deeply and I just,” she took a deep breath and shook her head, refusing to cry more tears over him, “Not having you around fucked me up. And now you’re here and it’s like..I’m supposed to just..forgive everything, I know I didn’t help but you were...unreachable months before you even got locked up. I want you to get better but I can’t..just trust that you’ve changed, I can’t, I’m sorry.”

Devon swallowed thickly, understanding what she was saying, knowing that all those years ago he had promised her time and time again to get his shit together and he never did. But things were different now, he was different now and he just wanted her to see that, wanted her to know that despite it all they could still salvage some kind of friendship, some kind of substantial place in each others lives. He loved her, that much would always be true but he knew that together they were sometimes too intense, and completely blind to how much of a bad influence they could be to each other. “I-I’m sorry, I..I am. I know I-”

“I don’t...want you to apologize, I just want you to..give me more time, okay? I just..I need more time,” she admitted, her expression softened just the slightest as she looked a him. Fuck, those beautiful eyes of him always got her. “I’ve..missed you, okay? That much I can admit but it’s..hard, seeing you, it’s hard just..adjusting. Maybe..maybe I’ll feel different at Christmas.” She didn’t want to give him too much hope but she also didn’t plan on punishing him forever, just until she felt like she wasn’t so angry and there was no telling when that would be. 

He took a deep breath and nodded, grabbing onto a little bit of hope, trying to see the positive in all of this. “I’ve missed you too,” he admitted, resting the urge to take a step closer to her. “I mean, it’s fucking crazy, i know and we’re so..old,” he joked, smiling as she let out a laugh and flipped him off. “I can give you all the time you need, I’ll be here, okay? I just..really want us to be okay.”

She nodded and reached for a napkin to wipe the glaze from the donut off her fingers. She looked at him for a second longer before taking a few steps towards him and wrapped him up in a hug before she could change her mind. She almost laugh at how he stiffened then wrapped his arms around her and she had to press her face into his chest to hide the way she had automatically started tearing up. She had love him for so long but beyond that he had been her best friend, the person she had wanted to tell everything to, the person who made her feel like she had a home whenever she wanted to run away from hers. And she had lost him, never quite able to bring herself to see him behind bars time and time again. Maybe that made her a terrible person but she was only doing what felt best. So she let him hold her, taking in his scent, the way his shoulders had broadened and his biceps had grown, the hair on his face tickling her forehead. For a moment she was 16 again, curled up in the back of his truck, trying to ignore the way her heart was beating as she looked up at him, affectionately calling him and idiot before she kissed him. The thought was a sobering one and she took a breath and pulled back, reaching a hand up to brush it across his cheek gently. “I like the beard,” she mumbled, before forcing herself to pull away, going back to the donut on the counter. “Happy Thanksgiving, Dev, I..I hope you and the kids have fun.”

Devon nodded, trying still to calm his breathing after she had been so close to him, after she had unearthed all the feelings of her had buried so deep down. He had been talking about the situation with her like it was casual, like he had fallen out of love with her ages ago. But five minutes with her and all of those feelings hit him like a wave and he felt like he was drowning slightly as he looked at her, conflicted with the original goal he had when he had come in there. But when she turned back around, he took a deep breath and stepped back, nodding as she spoke. “Happy Thanksgiving, Kal,”he replied, hesitating as he got to the door, waiting and hoping that she’d look back a him, but eventually realizing she wouldn’t. So he turned around and went for the door, his heart still racing as he went back to his car. 

Kalani waited to hear the door shut before she turned back around, having had to use all her will power to not stop him and make him stay longer, to not give into the impulses that had gotten her into this situation in the first place. He had promised her so many times that he would get better that she had to keep her distance, had to not drag herself back down into hoping. But despite al of that, despite knowing that she also wanted to make better choices, some of what he had said had gotten to her, stuck with her and she remembered her daughters face when she had asked her the night before about dinner. So she wiped off her hands and went back to her room, opened up her closet to find a good dress, a hot dress, something that would make Devon do a double take, despite her insistence to herself that she didn’t care whether he looked or not. But at least she’d be there and the look on her kids faces would be worth it all and at the very least, at least she’d get some free food. 

#sp #self para #ft. kalani #did i use a lot of gifs? hell yeah! #i didnt know she had so many tbh #also proofreading? i don't know her I'm going to bed lmaoo

[negasonicimagines]

Hello / Wonderwall

good fucking night I haven’t posted in like a bajillion years I’m so sorry jdklfldkfjs “anyways here’s wonderwall” (lol anyone remember that meme) anyways this is inspired by two things 

1) this request:  i just listened to adele and my heart is shattered and my angsty soul loves it so could i ask you to write ellie x reader where they're not dating but reader has a crush on ellie and she finds out but neither of them want to be in a relationship because 'feeling things sucks and i dont wanna' something like that because they're both really closed off tough people. and they love eachother and dont want to and its complicated and ugh ANGSTY. im really sorry i hope you're having a great day!!😀💞💞 [btw sorry if i didn’t fill this properly i did my best but my writers’ block is literally THE WORST and has been for a really long time(duh)]

2) This really cool mashup of Adele’s “Hello” and everyone’s favorite Oasis song, “Wonderwall.” It fucking slaps and TOTALLY suits this imagine. If there’s any way you could listen to it and read this at the same time, I recommend it. It’s what I listening to when I was writing it (that and Adele’s “Chasing Pavements.”)

Anyways, enjoy! Who knows when the next one’ll be out, amiright?

Ellie didn’t like love. Even platonic or familial love was shrugged off. It just… Wasn’t her thing. It was too dangerous for mutants, the world. Forget emotions.

You’re new here, at the school. Wade’s forced you to quit your previous line of work, saying that “you’re too damn young to be killin’ people for a living!” You’d rolled your eyes, but agreed that a break would be nice. So, now, you’re being shown around by a charmingly bitchy girl that’s around your age, maybe a smidge older.

“This is the art room, and, um, that about covers it. So, uh, just go away now.”

“Are you not going to show me where my room is?” You ask, letting your eyebrows arch skeptically.

“And how would I know where your room is?” She inquires in response. Where she was the rude kind of standoffish, you were the polite, distant type.

“It’s the same as yours, Negasonic,” you carefully inform her, gauging her reaction.

“It’s- It’s what?”

“Did no one tell you?” you wonder. “That’s weird.”

“Very. Whatever, come on. At least you’re not extra annoying,” she sighs, and you follow her down to the dorms, your suitcase rolling behind you.

“Thanks,” you chuckle a little, and she twitches, her eyes flickering to yours for a moment. The ghost of a smile phases across her lips, disappearing just as subtly as it appeared.

“Alright, now…” She looks at her phone. “Yeah, now, it’s time for training. Depending on your mentor, you’ll have different times. Who’s your mentor?”

“Oh, uh, Emma Frost?” You tell her looking at your schedule.

“You’ll be with me, then. Training with me. Piotr and Ms. Frost’s students train together, I guess because they both have weird skin. Emma’s is temporary, but still. Let’s move.”

“Okay,” you respond, walking with her to the gym.

“If you need any sort of protective gear, it’ll be in the closet by the entrance.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you say, taking what she said more as a challenge than a helpful tip. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

But when you catch a glimpse of the light smirk she’s wearing, electricity sparks through you. (Not literally, don’t worry. Your mutation is different and not embarrassing in that way.)

Two weeks later, you and Ellie are fast friends...And maybe more.

“Gaga okay?” she asks.

“Duh!” you respond, scrolling through your twitter feed. “So, whose stans are we trolling tonight?”

“What’s your mutation, anyway? You never did say.”

“Ah, it’s lame,” you brush her off.

“Wade doesn’t think it’s lame… But that’s not really saying much, is it? Damn, sorry,” Ellie chuckles. She smiles more around you than anyone else, but you’re not sure why. Not yet.

“I just… People tend to think less of me when they hear. It’s a bit destructive.”

“You did not just say that to me,” Ellie delivers a surprisingly good rebuttal.

“Well, uh… Basically, by coming into direct contact with it through touch, I can temporarily gain access to their abilities and sometimes even their knowledge. If I consume it, it lasts longer or can even be permanent. Kinda perfect for a kill-for-hire. Not so much for a normal high school girl, though,” you admit shyly. Ellie’s dead silent.

You look to your crush, nervously, and she looks awe-struck.

“That’s so fucking cool. I wish I could become stronger by giving someone a bloody nose. I’d do it all the time. No wonder you killed people for a living.”

“If only everyone saw it that way,” you tell her with a relieved smile. “I can’t believe the stoic Ellie Phimister just called me cool.” Don’t blush, Y/N, don’t blush, you beg yourself.

“Don’t let it get to your head. I once called Wilson cool.”

“He’s not so bad. He’s the reason I’m here.”

“He is?” Remind me to thank him, she thinks. “Hey, listen. I know we didn’t get off to the best start, and uh… I just wanted to say that… I think you’re really awesome.”

“Well, thank-”

“No, that’s not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say is that, uh… I’m not really much of a romantic or anything, but I really like you. And I normally wouldn’t ever tell a girl that I liked I like her, because then she would stop talking to me and also hate me forever, I think. But you seem…  Different.”

Oh shit. You’re glad your crush likes you back, but...I know what I have to do. I just fucking hate it. “Listen, I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression, but I don’t like you that way. At all. You’re just my roommate that I really like as a friend. We probably wouldn’t even be friends if we weren’t roommates.”

“But we are roommates.”

“Then I should probably change rooms.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d be the asshole who turns into a, well, a fucking asshole when I get rejected, but I guess I am that kind of asshole. Maybe it’s because I know you’re full of shit. Fuck you, Y/N.”

You sigh, and she turns the music off as you leave the room, making your way to the offices. It’s the early evening, so it’s likely either Jean Grey or Professor Xavier is still in their office.

An hour later, you return. Your efforts were fruitless.

*Guess it’s likely time to make with the apologies, see if she’ll at least treat me with civility after the stunt I pulled.*

“I tried to get a room change. It looks like there isn’t anywhere else for me to go.”

“Then just get out of the school, you murderous scum,” Ellie fires.

*Guess not.*

“Oh shit,” you say, trying not to let the hurt show. She knew how insecure you were, how you just knew that’s what everyone here really thought about you. You’d told her that. Foolishly opened up to her, knowing it’d end like this, or worse.

But in the end, you knew you deserved it for pushing her away. Shattering her blackened heart.

“You’re right. I’ll start packing my things now.”

*Wait,* Ellie thought, but her pride had its hand over her mouth. Don’t go. Don’t be like everyone else.

But, faster than she thought possible, you’re out the door. Guess you hadn’t taken root in this place as deeply as she’d fooled herself.

There’s a knock on the door about ten minutes later.

“Go away!” Ellie yells, throwing a random textbook at the door.

“Why did Y/N leave?” Wade asks through said door.

“Because she’s a stupid fucking liar! Go away!”

“Oh yeah? Well, that stupid fucking liar is gonna get us both in trouble if she we don’t retrieve her, so get the hell up, Negasonic Punkass Mean Teen Queen!”

Ellie begrudgingly gets off her ass and opens the door, hoping that Wade doesn’t notice the eyeliner that’s lightly stained her cheeks, or, at least, that he doesn’t point it out. He seems to have enough courtesy to do at least the latter.

“Tracked her phone to here,” He says, looking at his own phone and walking towards a door. Ellie follows, but stands off to the side when he opens the door.

“Go away.”

“That’s funny, that’s exactly what your little girlfriend said when I knocked on her door.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you disagree.

“Then why are you running away? You only run away when you like someone, you’re always willing to stick around for a fight. It used to be a good quality, when you were doing a job no kid should be doing. I really should’ve pulled you outta that life sooner, but I knew you wouldn’t’ve listened to me,” Wade admits, unintentionally explaining a *lot* about you.

“She’s not like you, Wade. She can die. I’m not risking that for some cheesy teen romance that’ll probably last around two dates and then fizzle off into us being acquaintances,” you argue, peeking out the window to notice you ex-friend, ex-something, at least, outside. Shit. But you know the truth:

“If you really felt that way, kid, you wouldn’t bother running away.” He continues in a grave, lowered tone: “You wouldn’t have bothered hurting her. If you were anyone else, I’d’ve kicked your stupid ass. You’re lucky.”

“I wouldn’t consider myself lucky.”

“Ellie fucking Phimister told you that she liked you. Like, as a person. You’re luckier than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

You roll your eyes. “Just go away. And take Ellie fucking Phimister with you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try, kid.”

“I wouldn’t bother telling anyone about this. Go,” you say, slamming the door in his face and sliding down it to the ground, hiding your face in your hands. Your life was so unbelievably fucked.

You let yourself cry, thinking no one’s there to listen. And then there’s a knock on the window. You look to find Ellie there.

“Let me in, asshole,” she says, her voice muffled by the glass. You open the door, too tired to say no. You were so tired, you realized. Tired of running. Tired of fighting. Tired of being so fucking alone.

“You fucking idiot,” she says, pulling you in for a hug, her head buried in your chest. “You fucking idiot.” She pulls away, telling you: “You keep forgetting that I’m just as tough as you are. What am I gonna have to, arm wrestle you?”

You laugh harder than you should, the laughter dissolving into tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell her.”I just- I’m not used to people being safe around me. I’m so used to being the most dangerous person in the room, I- I’m sorry for forgetting that you’re- You’re a fucking force of nature, E. I’ll do anything for you to forgive me for being such a fucking scumbag.”

“Just shut up with the apologies, okay? You- Make it up to me by paying for our first date, yeah?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“Well, I do. And, listen: I’m sorry, too. I should’ve realized that just throwing my feelings on you wasn’t the best course of action. I’m not the only person in the world with people issues, and I seem to forget that sometimes. So, let’s have people issues together, okay?”

“I-”

She fixes you with an impatient stare.

“Okay,” you sigh, smiling. “I paid for a night here, do you just want to stay?”

“Yeah. I’d like that, actually. I…”She hesitates, searching your expression for something. “I call big spoon.”

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[five-hour-anxiety]

depresssion vlog 😥😴👎💭🏳️ | The Theory Of Real Activity | thursday vlogs

Taglist: @zerogettie  @spacevirgil@tree4life25@thebiggestnaturaldisaster @pailettehazel@jordandobbertin@thecityofthefireflies @the-fabulous-kimball@azuranightsong@virmillion @erlenmeyertrash @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @the-sanders-sides @punch-you-with-friendship@captaincantatrice@clovenpinetree @jughead-is-canonically-aroace@aplaceinthevoid@that-random-fandom-girl @zennyo

Word Count: 4431

Warnings: depression and talks of anxiety

Pairings: platonic prinxiety, platonic logicality, platonic analogical

Summary: Virgil is in the middle of a spiral and the back to back bad days are making it hard to function. He texts a few friends for help, and this is the result.

Designated Nerd:  Virgil, it has been some time since I’ve heard from you. Are you feeling well?

Me:  i mean, am i ever fine

Designated Nerd:  Well that is indeed worrying. Is there anything I can do for you, or would you rather I contact our more… emotional friends? Do you need me to come visit?

Me:  no, i dont want anyone over right now. this is gonna sound so stupid but,,, could u tell me what u do when ur upset

Designated Nerd:  If it helps, of course. I tend to listen to stimulating music and take hot showers. Please try to brush your teeth sometime soon as well, as hygiene is something that we all tend to be lax with in these states.

Me:  i should have expected advice like that

Designated Nerd:  Is it not useful? I apologize.

Me:  o no, its good. thx lo

Designated Nerd:  Anytime Virgil. Do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything else.

 ***

Sir-Sing-A-Lot:  hey panic at the everywhere, u still breathing

Me:  wow didnt kno u cared that much

Sir-Sing-A-Lot:  of course i care u ass how u doing

Me:  i mean im not dead. thats a fucking victory dude can i get a hell yeah

Sir-Sing-A-Lot:  hell fucking yeah bro im proud of u

Me:  hey while ur here,,,, how do u deal with ur bad days.

Sir-Sing-A-Lot:  poorly

Me:  damn dude

Sir-Sing-A-Lot:  yeah well thats life but i also light candles and fucking moisturize. unlike u u heathen

Me: thanks u fucking prick

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: hate u too u asshole c u this weekend~

***

Pat-Dad:  hey kiddo!! haven’t heard a peep outta you lately, just wanna make sure you’re still okay!!

Me:  im not okay, actually. but im glad u texted bc i have a q for u

Pat-Dad: anything for you kiddo, tell me how i can help!! :)

Me: wat do u do on bad days. like, how do u deal with the shitty emotions

Pat-Dad:  language kiddo.

Me: hellcrab.png

Pat-Dad: i dont have the profanity manatee on me so just pretend i sent that. anyway! i like to watch a bunch of funny shows and sit around in my favorite clothes! gotta feel good somehow!! and like, a lot of pillows are involved.

Me:  is this permission to turn my living room into a pillow fort

Pat-Dad: absolutely!!! but make sure you eat something today kiddo,,, making food is gonna be better than takeout btw. Feels good to have made something, trick the brian into enjoying the food more.

Me:  brian

Pat-Dad:  *brain, oh hush up

Me:  thanks 4 the help. <3 u

Pat-Dad: anytime kiddo!!!! :) <3 love you more!!!!!

***

   “Welcome back to the Theory of Real Activity -- today’s vlog: not what you all signed up for.” Virgil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “As I’m sure a lot of you have noticed, or at least the twitter crew has, I haven’t been as active on the channel lately. And I’m sorry about that, but I think I’m ready to talk about why now.

   “As many of you know, I have depression and anxiety. No way around it, there’s the truth. Often, these diseases prevent me from functioning like a healthy person would. That’s what’s been happening to me for the last few months. I’ve had a hard time getting up and dragging myself anywhere, much less making new content for all of you. Talking to friends via text is really hard too, so Twitter is something I can’t deal with either.

   “And I know a lot of you out there are the same way -- heck, when I do use Twitter and the likes, I see messages like that all the time. And I’m happy I’m able to help you all through those days when I can. But I can’t always be around to make stuff like that, so today I’m gonna talk you guys through helping yourselves when the days get bad and the voices get loud, okay?

   “But don’t let the start of this video fool you -- this isn’t a ‘oh we’re all gonna be okay if we just believe!’ kinda thing. Because there’s a lot of those. Don’t get me wrong, those are all wonderful messages and I really appreciate them, but I don’t think we need another one right now. What’s the point in trying to be motivated when the energy just isn’t there? I don’t know about any of you, but I almost feel worse when I watch those because I know whoever is on the other side of the screen wants me to work for happiness and I just… can’t. I can’t do it when I’m that low. So, no, this is not one of those videos.

“This is something completely different, I really hope it clicks with a few of you.”

   The camera switches out of selfie mode to reveal a table full of shopping bags. Virgil laughs off-screen and there’s the sound of papers shuffling.

   “Ladies, Gents, and everyone beyond the binary welcome to ‘How to Kinda Cope with Shit Brains’, starring yours truly. Let’s begin, shall we?”

***

   “Logan, you didn’t tell me you were uploading a video today! What’s this one about?” Patton squealed, clicking on the notification. Logan peered over his shoulder, trying to make out the display behind layers of smudges and a few cracks.

   “I- I did not upload a video today as Thursdays are typically reserved for anything Virgil wishes to post. That’s why there have not been any midweek videos recently.” Logan pulled out his own phone, giving up on Patton’s, and quickly unlocked the screen. “There is no one else with access to the account, so who- oh never mind. That is clearly something of Virgil’s creation.”

   “My goodness, he sure loves emojis, huh?” Patton giggled, reaching into his pockets. Logan groaned something like ‘you have no idea’ and pulled out a screen cloth for Patton. The younger man took it and quickly cleaned off his screen before pulling out his earbuds

“Do you wanna watch it together?” He asked, dangling them in front of Logan. Logan stared at him, grimacing.

   “Do you know how unsanitary sharing earphones is, Patton? I have a split connector in my bag, allow me to retrieve it and we shall view it together.”

***

   “So, I have compiled a list of things my friends do when they’re having bad days, as well as a few activities of my own, and we’re gonna test them. I’ll take note of how I feel before I start, do the activities, and then I’ll rate them by how I feel afterward. And if that sounds complicated, it is! Kinda. Logan says it’s the proper way to test things, by having a starting point and an end point, so go ask him? I don’t know, he’s always talking about control groups and I don’t know about any of you but I don’t want to make myself have bad days back to back just so I can test a bunch of things ‘fairly’.

“Anyway, first up: Roman’s list. He- he actually didn’t have much to say, just “moisturize bitch’ so I just pulled ideas from what he normally does on off-days. Sorry, Ro, but you brought this upon yourself.”

   Virgil reaches into the bag marked “Bed, Bath, and Beyond” and fishes out a bottle of something pink, as well as a purple container of lotion and a green candle.

   “I know for a fact Roman prefers grapefruit face wash, so that’s what we got here,” he shakes the pink bottle, “so we can gift this to him when we’re done here. And we have a bottle of lavender-scented lotion to go with it. I read somewhere that lavender helps with anxiety or something, but like,” he points at the camera, “it just smells good, and I am not ashamed to admit to that. Don’t read too much into this.

   “I also bought a scented candle, because that’s the only other thing Roman offered advice-wise. I fact-checked this one, and apparently good scents are supposed to help you think more clearly? Or something. I don’t know, I read the article at four in the morning, there’s not much I can really remember about it. Four am Virgil is really bad at retaining information.”

   The camera jostles as Virgil picks it up and walks into his bathroom. “Uh, just for like, the starting point? The best way to describe this type of anxiety is the buzzing and tensing of your muscles and the tightness in your chest. There’s nothing I want more than to dive under my bed sheets and sleep until tomorrow and try again later.

   “But I’m going to do this, so wish me luck.” He mutters, turning the tap on and grabbing a washcloth. The screen cuts away to black as an upbeat nineties song plays, and the text on the screen reads ‘Roman’s results’.

   “So,” Virgil starts, his face covered in white foam, “this stuff kinda burns? Roman, what the hell is wrong with you, you like this stuff? Ugh. Also, just so everyone knows, the smell of artificial grapefruit and lavender do not mix. Like separate, they are really good smells but just… don’t mix them together. It’s a really bad idea. We may have to do my list next so I can let the house air out for a while. As it is, I didn’t even try to light the candle, we do not need to add spearmint to this stink bomb.

   “Beyond that? The face wash is definitely waking me up. I feel a little more ‘oh hey, I’m a person’ that I did before so, yeah. This wasn’t a total bust. And my skin is soft! I understand the appeal of moisturizing now! Roman, how dare you keep this a secret from me?” Virgil laughs, rubbing his hands together. “Holy shit I feel like a million bucks. I am keeping the lotion, you can take this demon face scrub.” Virgil reaches off screen and picks up the pink bottle, scanning the back panel of text.

   “So overall, I’d say Roman’s tactics work. You just gotta like, make sure you get complimentary smells so you don’t stink yourself out of your house,” He says, still reading the bottle, “And you should definitely read the instructions on the bottles because this,” He holds up the pink bottle, “says to wash off after a few minutes, and it’s been ten. I’m gonna go get this off my face now.”

***

   “Babe, you seriously didn’t read the instructions?” Roman howled, throwing his head back into the couch. He could hear Virgil scoff from the kitchen.

   “Excuse me, but I thought it was like one of those face masks you leave on for half an hour! How was I supposed to know!” He asked, walking back into the room and plopping down beside Roman. “They look the same when you put them on, and you have a few long-lasting ones that smell like grapefruit! I had no way of knowing!”

   “You could’ve called, man. I would have helped you!” Roman lifted his arm, inviting Virgil to crawl under it. He took it and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s chest. “You bought face scrub, which is definitely not the same thing. Both are good though! Just, not that same.”

   “Yeah, well, I know that now,” Virgil muttered, burying his head in Roman’s hoodie.

   “We can do actual face masks after this if you want.” Roman offered, picking his phone back up. “Your pores could really benefit from one.”

   “You’re a dick. Turn that thing off.”

   “Love you too, bastard, but there’s no way in hell I’m turning this off.”

***

   The camera cuts again, and this time Virgil is in his bedroom. The window is open, and the sound of passing cars is almost inaudible but still present. His peach walls are bathed in a warm glow of the setting sun, a light breeze pushing his bangs up every so often.

   “Okay so, next up is Patton’s list. As per my own ‘rules’, I’m feeling mentally exhausted and ready to check the fuck out right now. But despite this, I’m actually… really excited for this one? It involves food, there’s no way this can go poorly.”

   The video cuts to footage of Virgil screaming as food on the stove erupts into flame. The 1812 Overture is playing the background. Whatever was in the pan is no longer food, as the burnt sustenance is bubbling in an ominous manner. The oven mitt is no longer on Virgil’s hand and is instead in a smoky heap on the kitchen counter.

   “No way this can go poorly” Virgil’s voice echoes as he runs off camera screaming. He returns with a fire extinguisher, the lens becoming jammed with foam just before the video cuts back to Virgil in his room eating Chinese takeout.

   “Okay so. It turns out it can go poorly. Patton said that making sure you eat, like, actual food and not six servings of chocolate cake with a glass of cherry coke on the side is supposed to help with the depression thing but like. It definitely didn’t help with the anxiety. Something about the food you worked to make tasting better?

   “So, I cheated and ordered take out. But hey! This stuff has got a bunch of veggies in it, so I think I won this round. Moving on,” Virgil puts the food down and leans down to grab something off the floor, “Patton also recommended watching some shows that I know I enjoy, so let’s do that next.” Virgil puts on the purple headphones he had grabbed and pulled his laptop onto his lap. He clicks off the light on his desk and plunges the room into darkness with only his computer light illuminating his face.

   “We’re watching the entirety of the Brooklyn Nine-Nine Halloween episodes, so be prepared for a highlight reel of that while I stuff my face with rice.” He twirls his finger around in a ‘roll film’ motion and kicks his feet up on the desk.

   The camera cuts to a black screen once more, the same upbeat music playing in the background. The text now read’s “Patton’s results”.

   The next few minutes is a series of clips strung together, many of them consisting of Virgil mouthing the lines along with the characters, and screeching with laughter. The last one shows him crying into his takeout, mumbling about how much he loves the relationship between Jake and Amy. He had taken his feet down from the desk at some point, now curled into his chair and bundled in his hoodie almost entirely.

   The video cuts away to a slightly more composed Virgil, who is now cuddling a pillow and scraping the bottom of the takeout box. His eye makeup had run down his face over the last few hours and he looked unnaturally pale in the weird lighting.

   “Yeah that uh,” He coughs awkwardly, “that worked. Ten out of three Patton, way to go. Got my brain to shut up for like, I don’t know, two hours?” He takes a deep breath and puts the takeout container on the desk. “It’s late, I think I’m gonna just do Logan’s and I’s lists tomorrow.”

***

   “Should I be concerned that he set the kitchen on fire and didn’t call anyone?” Patton whispered, pausing the video. “Why didn’t he call anyone? Did he get burned?”

   “I do not think you speeding to his house would have done any good, Patton, as he got the fire out by himself. That being said,” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, “he is not allowed to cook for game night. Ever. What was he even trying to make?”

   “He can join me in the kitchen ban, then. The store-bought cookie club just gained a new member.”

   “God help us if you ever cook together. I’d have to take out a loan for a new apartment. I already cannot pay my student loans, I fear the possibility of adding to my life debt.” Logan shuddered, reaching over to unpause the video.

***

   “Okay, good morning internet. It’s buttcrack early outside, I don’t even think the sun is up yet? That’s good, actually, and I’ll get to why later.

“So, all that’s left is Logan and I’s lists, and to be honest? Logan may have already won the whole thing, looking at this on paper. He actually cares about like, not dying by germs or some shit.,I can guarantee his list will be practical. I gotta go set some stuff up for my list, so hang tight.” The screen cuts to a slightly more awake Virgil.

   He grins and gives a tiny wave before tapping the screen to switch the camera and show a hammock.

   “So, I’m next. I’m also gonna save Logan’s advice for the end of the video so you guys watch this whole thing. Give people an incentive for sticking around. Because I can see the stats on this, I know half of you like, exit the video halfway through. Stay for the whole thing, dammit, I need the ad money.” He laughs, gently putting the camera down. The screen shows a new sunrise, one full of soft purples and oranges. Above the sun and its halo are a few stars that have yet to go out for the day, barely visible behind the hazy clouds. Virgil picks the camera back up, the footage shaky.

   The camera stills to a shot of Virgil’s legs, the hammock swaying gently in the breeze. A few frogs can be heard singing in the background and Virgil hums a few notes. His voice is low as he speaks, still rough from sleep.

   “Again, to follow my own rules: I feel so awful I don’t even want to talk about it, guys. Sorry.” Virgil is quiet for a while longer, the occasional whispered lyric picked up by the microphone. Eventually, he speaks once more, a lighter tone to his voice.

   “Sure, this looks peaceful, but if you could all hear what kind of music I’m listening to right now, you’d be calling my therapist. Hey, Paul, I apologize my bro, but wow are you not gonna like me the next time I’m in.

   “So yeah, my list is just ‘get sun and get songs’. You Gucci fam, just stay out here until you either feel good or get cold. Probably gonna be the last one but, hey, you tried. Gold star. Bring a blanket if you wanna aim for the best possible outcome.”

   The camera cuts again, this time looking down from what is assumed to be a porch. The sky is dark once more, and the only source of light is a small candle.

   “Huh. What do you know, the candle works after all. Spearmint -- the poor man’s anti-anxiety. You know, I actually looked that up. Spearmint is supposed to be a good stress reliever and some kind of mood booster. The more you know, huh?”

***

   “Virgil, what the hell does that mean?” Roman chuckled, rubbing Virgil’s arm.

   “It means that when I’m panicking at work I just pop in a breath mint and BAM I am suddenly closer to reality than I was ten seconds ago.”

   “Do I wanna know how you discovered that?”

   “I had a hangry panic attack in high school and the only thing I had to eat in my bag were breath mints I was meaning to gift to you.”

   “Oh, that’s pretty- hey.”

   “You could still use some, man. Keep your nasty breath away from me.”

   Roman just hummed, looking at Virgil from the corner of his eyes. He smiled softly, his eyes sad and concerned. Pulling him closer, he unpaused the video and listened as he continued to hold his friend.

***

   “And last but certainly not least, is the list of the late, great Logan. He’s not dead. He’s just always late to dinner dates. Like a pretentious nerd, his excuses are ‘oh, I was studying’, ‘oh, I had an exam’, or ‘Patton set the kitchen on fire again, call 911’. What an ass.

   “Anyway. This list, which doesn’t have a cool name because Logan is against emojis and stuff, just has like, five items on it. In order that is: brush your teeth, put on some clean clothes, wash your hair, put on some socks, and the last one is a surprise. Because it really took me off guard and I need you all to be as surprised as I was.

   “And right now, I just feel apathetic. In case someone gets upset that I didn’t mention I felt going into this, I just feel apathetic.”

   The video cuts away to Virgil’s bathroom once more, and the leftover mess from the other day can be seen in the sink.

“Uh. Just, just ignore that mess. You know what it’s from, I don’t feel bad about that. Anyway, teeth brushing. Let me just find the toothpaste…

“You know, I can’t remember if I bought toothpaste at the store. Of all the crap I bought, don’t think toothpaste made it into the bin. So, let’s just see if I still have any of the travel samples from the dentist.”

Virgil riffles through his cabinets, pulling out items such as combs, hair dye, bleach, and a bottle of pills. He hums for a second, before crouching down to look under the sink.

   “I feel like, and I could be the only one who experiences this, I feel like anything that gets put under the sink will never see the light of day. So maybe I won’t be brushing my teeth today- wait. Wait! Oh gosh, thank you Jesus- there’s a- there is a bottle in the back there, but I can’t reach it. Outta my way, makeup kit, I got teeth to be cleaned!”

   Virgil pops back into view, holding up a half used mini bottle of toothpaste. It’s the kid’s kind, that tastes like berries and bubblegum. He uncaps it and starts to squeeze it out onto his toothbrush buts stops short.

   “Why the hell are there sparkles in this thing? That- isn’t that a, like, choking hazard or some shit? Okay, sorry Logan, teeth brushing is not happening in this video. I think you’d agree with me on this. When you get to this point in the video, feel free to add toothpaste to our shopping list.”

***

   “Jokes on you, Virgil, I added it yesterday when I spent the night and had to use that monstrosity.”

   “I use that stuff all the time, Logan, there’s nothing wrong with it! Look at me, I’m perfectly fine!”

   “That’s… that’s a, uh, great point Patton. Explains a lot.”

***

   “Okay, so next on the list was clean clothes. I’m doing that off camera, you nasties, so hang tight for a word from our sponsors.”

   The screen is black, with white text reading “crofters plz sponsor us logan is desperate.”

   Virgil reappears, in the same hoodie and shirt. He smirks, pointing at a pile of clothes on the floor.

   “Ha, I own two of these hoodies and three of these shirts. I am a cartoon character, y’all will never see me in a different outfit. You can dream, but my job is to crush those dreams.” He makes a fist as he says this, laughing through his teeth as he tries to appear tough.

   The camera cuts again, this time showing Virgil singing into a hairbrush while a towel is wrapped around his head. The scene doesn’t last long, as we are once again taken back to Virgil’s bedroom where he is set up with a laptop. This time he’s on his bed and the curtains are drawn.

   “It said to wash your hair, and you can’t wash hair without serenading the monsters living behind the shower curtains we all feared when we were little. Just because we aren’t afraid of them doesn’t mean they aren’t real!

   “Anyway, this is the last part of Logan’s list. It’s actually really sweet? Like, I am a grown ass man, and I am not ashamed to say I sobbed over this.” He continues, voice starting to tremor.

   Virgil spins his laptop around to show a YouTube video that’s about half an hour long. The title reads, ‘the best of Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street’. Virgil sniffs real fast, raking a fist over his eyes.

   “He uh, he knew these guys were my heroes growing up. And he knew it would cheer me up. Guess w-hat man,” Virgil sniffs again, “It- it worked like a fu-fucking charm. I uh, I’m actually feeling things after going through your list, so like. Nice work, I guess, I owe you dinner. Like, dinner at a restaurant, not a cooking dinner because I don’t want to poison you.

   “Ahem. Anyway. That’s the best thing in this whole video, you win Logan. And that about wraps up the Thursday vlog. Thanks for listening everyone, here’s the obligatory ‘we’re gonna be okay’ message, because as corny as that is -- it’s true. Find yourself a Bert to go with your Ernie and it’ll be okay. Maybe throw in an Elmo or a Zoey if you wanna round out the group. And my metaphor is getting too complicated, so! Virgil out! See you this weekend for the next Theory of Real Activity -- Logan and I are joined by Patton this time and we get into wild shit this week, let me tell you.”

***

   “Well, what are we still waiting around here for?” Patton asked, turning his phone off. He disconnected the earbuds, stuffing his haphazardly into his front pocket. Logan winced at the sight, and quickly but carefully wound his up into their case.

   “I’ll text Virgil to make sure he knows to expect us. Patton, if you could text Roman?” Logan asks, standing up and smoothing out his shirt. Patton nods, already poking away at his phone.

Me: Greetings, Virgil. Patton and I are on our way over to your house if that is okay?

Virgil Jackson: cant tell you no, you practically live here

Me: Yes, well, that is true. Is there anything I should bring with us?

Virgil Jackson: would it be lame to say a hug

Me: Not at all. If there is anything this group is good for, it’s hugging and crying. The occasional yelling, but that could go either way.

Virgil Jackson: whatever nerd, get over here already

#sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #prinxiety #logicality #analogical #ali writes #its another vlog fic sue me #i wanted to you all can fight me later #the theory of real activity

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Hogwarts! Wonwoo

Anon requested: “Hii ♡ I loved Joshua’s hogwarts au and I was wondering if you could pretty please do wonwoo’s too? 🙏🏻”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1848

not a lot of people really know his name

he’s just known around as the handsome ravenclaw bookworm

pureblood and heir to his family

but really chill about it 

people will seeing him sitting alone at the library and they’re like 

“who’s that”

“i dont know but i’ve seem him hanging around with junhui”

“well he’s cute”

wears these circle farmed glasses and people aren’t really sure if they’re real or not

at lunch, you’ll see him with his head in a book and pretending to listen to seokmin or someone

and slowly spooning food into his mouth without looking away from his book

and occasionally he’ll engage in conversation and joke around with seokmin or ask chan about his day

not really an athletic guy, just stands in the crowd cheering them on when something exciting happens

helps with the Quidditch strategies sometimes though

the only times he’ll ever get points docked is if he stayed past curfew in the library

people tell he all the time he’ll be chosen as perfect next year and he’s like no

“i dont want to guard the hall, i’d rather be reading”

best subjects are herbology and charms 

and has the best herbology grades in his year

in class he’ll be really quiet and looks like he’s just spacing out

but really, he really is paying attention or already knows the lesson

cause he’s the type to read the entire book within the first month, unless it's boring as hell

does his friend’s homework like once in a blue moon

and that’s after being bribed and convinced 

after coming back for forth year, all the girls pretty much noticed how puberty did him justice

half the school was pinning for a date

though this only lasted about a month after wonwoo gave them odd looks and turned them down

in reality he just didn’t know what to say because it was pretty obvious those girls only wanted him as an object or title 

and he happened to have a crush already

you were a fourth year, same as wonwoo

and had transfiguration and herbology with him as a slytherin

you didn’t really know who wonwoo was but as jihoon’s friend and class partner 

you knew they were friends from interactions 

but you and wonwoo just said hi occasionally and acknowledged each other in the hall ways

this changed when you and jihoon were failing miserably at collecting some liquid substance from a plant

“no stop stop that’s not it!” you whisper yell to jihoon 

“well then you do it then” he retorts, equally as stressed out as you

“i never said i could” 

“hmp, i’ll get wonwoo over here” he turns his head and subtlety motions to wonwoo to come over 

wonwoo just laughs quietly at you and jihoon’s work and patiently shows you how to do it

“ahh i see thanks a bunch wonwoo” 

“you welcome oh-” he gets dragged off to the side by jihoon

but that this point you were too focused on not failing the class and didn’t notice anything wrong

“i saw you over there” jihoon states 

“what? i didn’t do a thing!” wonwoo denies a little too quickly

“mhmm you looked back at y/n like 10 times while you were showing us. you even crinkled your nose at her” he says with raises eyebrows, daring him to deny again

“fine okay so what?” wonwoo replies, slightly embarrassed 

“so ask her out.”

“i don’t even know if she likes me, do you?” 

“well-” 

he stops short from the sound of your voice

“jihoon get over here im not doing all of this by myself”

jihoon simply shrugs his shoulder at wonwoo and leaves

shaking his head and adjusting his glasses, he goes back to reading his book

he finished his assignment within the first 5 minutes of class after all

after class you nod your head goodbye to jihoon and start walking with your friend

“i saw you there with wonwoo~” she sings happily

“what kinda of nonsense are you saying so loud” you roll you eyes

she quiets down, unaffected by you, “meaning i saw you and wonwoo! you two were totally flirting with each other” 

“i thought ravenclaws were supposed to be smart” 

but you couldn’t hind the redness on your cheeks at her remark

“mhmm. anyways let’s go to lunch and eat! do you know you need 46g of protein per day” 

“yes yes i know this is the 2nd time you’ve told me this month” 

“well i wouldnt have to if you eat properly. come sit with me! im gonna make sure you eat!” 

shaking your head fondly, you agree

eating at other house’s tables is technically not allowed but everyone does it anyways so it doesn’t matter

you find your self greeting wonwoo who your friend sits across from

purposely of course

“oh hey y/n” 

“hey wonwoo” you smile 

and ignore your friends foot nudging yours

“so what are you sitting here for?” he asks, the cute smile still on his face

your friend buts in, “im making sure she eats properally cause-” 

she whips her head and glares painfully at you who stepped on her foot sharply

you smile innocently

wonwoo seems kind of surprises at her abrupt stop but nods

“well i’ll leave you then, make sure you eat well” 

your heart warms involuntarily

the corners of your mouth twitches upwards, “i will, make sure you eat well too”

exchanging smiles, you both leave each other be 

your friend squeals quietly and whispers

“you where practically beaming” she teases 

“hmm” you sound simply and take a spoonful of your food

as the you both get done eating, you stand up, bidding goodbye to your friend who stays and chats 

as you leave the dining hall you almost run into wonwoo with his read ducked inside a book walking slowly

“oh!" you yelp staring up at him with wide eyes 

"ah I'm sorry" he apologizes and closes the book, holding it at his side  

you become curious at the different cover from magical books 

"what are you reading?" your heart is slowly speeding up at your initiative to further the conversation 

"ah it's a muggle book, I don't want to bore you" 

you notice the way he rubs the back of his neck nervously 

so freakin cute 

you slightly smirk, "try me, my best friend is a muggleborn ravenclaw, i've had my fair share" 

laughing, he hands you the book, "it's called 'Macbeth.' it's a muggle classic apparently" 

you nod and answer how you've actually read the classic 'romeo and juliet' 

which leads the both of you into deep 

conversation about books and such 

the two of you just end up casually taking a walk around the castle 

"i hope it's not rude to ask but, are you halfblood or?" you ask cautiously 

honestly you just wanted to know more about him 

"actually I'm a pureblood" he replies almost sheepishly 

your eyes noticeably show surprise, "it's cool you're interested in muggle stuff. i'm a halfblood myself" 

this must mean he's not one of those super traditional purebloods right?

so.. that means he'll 

'stop don't think about that' you scream in your head 

only so much time can be spent walking so the two of you slow down 

but don't leave, wanting to stay in each other's presence

you can feel his gaze fall on you, so you tilt your head up to look at him 

"so do you want to go to the library? we can show each other the books we were talking about" 

you look closely at his eyes, searching for something 

a sign of some sort you guess 

and you catch that glimmer of hope and nervousness written all over his face 

different from his usual 

gaining a tiny bit of confidence, "will this count as a date?" 

you voice becomes smaller at the end, showing your obvious emotions 

he twists his head to you in surprise 

the two of you stare at each other before forming smiles 

you distinctly notice the way his eyes change 

and he notices the way your dimples form 

"yes it will" 

now, you guys walk happily to the library 

and somewhere along the way your hands brush against each others

it's debatable who initiated it, but your hands intertwined 

at the shelves, you decide to search for your recommendation first 

"i swear it was somewhere in this aisle" you turn your head around to look 

or maybe you were distracted by your hands still joined 

"what's the author's name?" 

you tell him and continue to search for the book 

seconds later, you feel your hand being slightly tugged up 

watching, as Wonwoo reaches up and picks out a book 

"this?" 

you smile and nod, kind of embarrassed for no reason 

which he thinks is adorable 

so after the two of you found your books, you guys settle at Wonwoo's spot 

near the front of the library but hidden behind the shelves 

so when Junhui comes by to come bother Wonwoo like he normally does 

he sees you with your head rested on your book comfortably, eyes closed

and Wonwoo flipping through his book with one hand and the other under the table 

which Junhui could clearly see grabbing your hand 

and his first reaction is to scream and expose Wonwoo 

but he doesn't

and instead gathers all the other boys to ogle also 

so Woozi is left with the honors of alerting the two of you of their giggly presence 

how could the two of you not hear them though, even if it's a library, it's 12 boys 

you open one eye confusedly from your quiet resting at the sound of taps hitting the table 

you fulling raising your body upright when you see Woozi s face instead of Wonwoo's 

and Wonwoo's face turned away annoyed at the body language commotion from his friends 

"you two are disgusting" Woozi sneers hiding a smile 

you shrug and blow the hair out your face 

"ha just wait till you get a girlfriend, i'll be ready to bother you" 

not even five minutes later, the 12 boys get kicked out because of noise pollution 

you and Wonwoo are alone again and face each other 

a half smile and half smirk forms on his face, "so are you my girlfriend then?" 

you want to say a just-as-smart remark but your heart doesn't let you 

and neither does your face as it turns a shade of red 

"I-" 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, cutting you off 

you squeeze his hand slightly and grin 

"only if you'll be my boyfriend" 

thus the bookworm couple was born 

and though you didn't read nearly as much as him 

that table belonged to you guys

if anyone walked past it 

a common slight was Wonwoo deep into a book and you working on school work 

or you resting your eyes as Wonwoo does his work 

and if anyone comes by late enough 

one will most likely be asleep with the other grasping their hand warmly

The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:

| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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