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andopandor · 1 year ago

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McPiggin'

When Alex arrives at McDonald's for his shift, he is not surprised to see that his coworker Darian hasn't shown up yet. The man is scatterbrained and a bit of a stoner, and it's not unusual for him to be a few minutes late. Luckily, their middle-aged manager Nadia has a soft spot for him, so he usually gets away with it. Alex wouldn't admit it, but he's been developing a bit of a crush on the guy.

Darian bursts into the kitchen ten minutes after eleven, full of grins and apologies. He's looking somewhat unkempt, and his eyes give away that he must have smoked up before work. Alex notices that Darian has grown a bit softer since he started working at the fast food joint, particularly around the midsection - likely a result of indulging in the employee discount. Alex is not too interested in eating the food himself, but takes pleasure serving the high-calorie products to hungry guests.

"Damn, I've got the munchies," Darian says to Alex in greeting, stopping by the fries station to sneak a few into his mouth.

Alex glances over, shaking his head with a smirk. "C'mon, Darian. You know Nadia is really strict about stealing food. You don't want to get into trouble."

Darian rolls his eyes and shoves a few more fries into his mouth. "Ah, she's cool. She's always been cool with me. Anyway, I skipped lunch, I need sustenance if I'm going to make it through this shift." Alex doesn't bother to mention that it's not yet even noon.

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Soon, the lunch rush is in full swing, and the kitchen is a flurry of activity. Darian and Alex work well together, quickly prepping the food and loading the grills and fryers. They exchange the occasional comment or joke, but mostly focus on their tasks at hand. Nadia walks by and gives them a quick nod of approval before moving on to assist a customer at the front counter.

But as they work, Alex observes Darian sneaking some fries, nuggets, or a handful of cheese here and there. He chuckles to himself, knowing that Nadia won't treat him too harshly if he gets caught.

During a lull, Darian pops over to the front counter and returns with a strawberry milkshake. "Look what I got," he says to Alex, holding up the shake like a trophy.

Alex raises an eyebrow. "Dude, you're stealing milkshakes now? How did you manage that?"

Darian laughs, taking a long sip. "Ah, come on, man. You know I've got game. I just sweet-talked the cashiers out front. My charm is irresistible," he teases, winking at Alex.

It's true, Darian did have a kind of charisma that Alex found hard to ignore. But he was always flirting with the female employees. If only there was some way to get Darian to notice him in that way...

Soon enough, their manager Nadia appears in the kitchen, giving Darian a disapproving look. "Darian, where did you get that milkshake?"

Darian looks away, searching for a lie. "Uh well you see... there was this customer..."

Nadia rolls her eyes. "Look, just go put it in your locker. You can finish it on your break."

Darian leaves, and Nadia leans in towards Alex conspiratorially. "That Darian is a handful, but he's a cute kid. I can never stay mad at him for long. Besides, a growing boy like him needs to eat." She chuckles. "Goodness knows he's put on a few since I hired him."

Alex nods thinking about how Darian looked at his training shift a few months back... His face had definitely rounded out, and his uniform was looking a lot tighter. He tried to chase the image of Darian's tight pants from his mind.

Nadia pauses, considering her words. "Anyway, thank you for keeping him in line when I'm not around. He really respects you, you know."

Alex scoffs. "Please, he only cares about impressing the cashiers," he jokes, but can't help feeling a tiny sting of jealousy.

"He just thrives on the attention," Nadia replies. "You may not have noticed, but I've seen the way he looks at you."

The telephone rings, and suddenly Nadia is her cold, managerial self again. "I've meddled enough. Get back to work - I don't pay you to stand around."

Alex nods, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. He turns back to the grill. Maybe there is hope for Darian to notice him after all. Maybe he just has to speak to him in a language that he'll understand.

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Later in the afternoon, the restaurant is quiet. Darian and Alex are chatting about their courses, weekend plans, and whatever else. Alex decides to enact his plan.

"Hey, Darian?" Alex says, looking at him sideways. "Still got the munchies?"

Darian grins. "Oh, always. Why do you ask?"

"Well I've got this idea for a new sandwich recipe. Maybe you can help me test it?" Alex offers, starting to toast a fresh brioche bun.

"Oh yeah?" Darian perks up. "What kind of sandwich?" He leans forward. Alex tries to ignore the way his pudge presses up against the prep counter.

"Well, I know how much you like the nuggets," Alex explains, layering them over a beef patty, "and the bacon." he continues, adding a couple of fatty slices. Darian is watching intently. Alex finishes off the sandwich with a slice of cheddar and a healthy dose of mayo. "I call it the McPiggin'. What do you think?"

Darian's eyes are lit up. "That... that sounds amazing." he says, nearly salivating. "I'm sure it'll be a hit." But he hesitates. "What about Nadia? "

Alex grins slyly. "She told me she'll be downstairs doing paperwork. She'll be gone for a while." Alex pushes the greasy sandwich towards Darian. "Try it! It's getting cold."

His friend pauses, a little confused by Alex's sudden change in attitude. But he's not complaining... the sandwich does look fantastic. "Okay, here goes," he says, looking around the kitchen before taking a tentative bite.

The flavours explode in his mouth, the salty nuggets and bacon balanced by the creamy mayo and sharp cheddar. It's the best thing he's ever tasted. He takes another bite, larger this time, savouring every bit of it. "Dude, this is amazing!" he exclaims, licking his fingers.

Alex feels something stir inside him, thinking of all the calories Darian is ingesting in a single sandwich. He had never thought of taking advantage of Darian's appetite in this way before, but now it's all he can think about.

"Here's another idea I had," Alex says, quickly throwing another sandwich together. After working in the kitchen for so long, the ingredients come together like second nature. "Brunch burger! Bacon, egg, and hashbrown on a quarter pound of beef. Hold the lettuce."

Darian's eyes widen in anticipation as he takes the second burger. "You're a genius, Alex," he says, taking a huge bite. The flavours are even better than the first one. "We're going to be so famous for these." He's so focused on the sandwich, he barely notices Alex watching him eat. When he looks up, their eyes meet, and finally Alex sees it in his eyes. The way he's always wanted Darian to look at him. Something like hunger and lust.

The moment soon passes as Darian returns to the thick sandwich. "Damn is it filling though," he admits, patting his belly. "This'll go straight to my gut."

"Don't worry, Darian," Alex responds quickly. "You can visit the gym tomorrow and burn it off. You said you had a membership, right?"

Darian shrugs. They both knew that he hasn't been using it - and he never planned to. Alex figures he needs to tempt Darian with another sandwich before he starts have second thoughts.

"Surf and turf," he explains, placing a filet-o-fish between two patties. "... and sky," he adds as an afterthought, including a crispy chicken patty. Why not?

"Oh my god, Alex!" Darian exclaims, laughing. "You're out of your mind! That's like... three pounds of meat right there!" But he takes the sandwich anyway and starts devouring it, groaning as it passes through his lips. "You do know that chickens can't really fly, right?" he mumbles through a mouthful of food. "Tastes good though."

"Oh, shut up and enjoy the sandwich," Alex replies, grinning. He leans back against a counter and watches Darian eat, feeling a strange mix of pride and... something else. He can't quite put his finger on it.

Darian continues to eat, oblivious to Alex's gaze. Finally, he leans back against the counter, pats his belly, and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Well, that was... quite possible the best burger I've ever had. You really know how to make a guy happy, Alex."

After three heavy sandwiches, a milkshake, and countless stolen nuggets, Darian's belly is putting up a fight against the waistband of his uniform. The round mass is jutting out a few centimeters over his belt, and his shirt is taut against his bellybutton, leaving a small divot. Alex swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of desire and... possessiveness. He can't believe he just fed Darian all of that food. And the way he ate it, the way he enjoyed it... it was like Darian wanted to stuff his belly to bursting too.

Darian stretches his arms above his head, then quickly pulls the hem of his shirt back down as the reveals a little too much of his belly's bare skin. He massages his gut in small circles, clearly feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his tight clothes. But he's still looking at Alex with those deep brown hungry eyes.

Alex flushes, suddenly unsure what to say now. Thankfully, Nadia returns from the office, interrupting the charged moment.

"Darian! What are you doing?" she shouts.

"Oh, hi Nadia," Darian says, quickly stepping away from the counter and trying to suck in his bulging belly. "Just... working. You know. Doing my job." He grins naturally.

"That's exactly the problem. You should have left for your break five minutes ago! Get out of here." Alex sighs, relieved that Nadia was completely oblivious to their sandwich tasting session.

Darian nods enthusiastically and hurries towards the break room. Alex can't believe how much he had just encouraged Darian to eat. He must be several pounds heavier than when he arrived this afternoon - and it showed! On his ass too, he thinks, watching Darian exit the kitchen. A round bubble butt strains against work pants that look practically painted on.

Alex adjusts his own pants, feeling a growth of his own straining against the fabric. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it's really no use. He's always had a small work crush on his friend, but with these new developments...

He tries to distract himself with work, but there's not much to do, and he can't get the image of Darian's chubby body out of his mind. He needs to do more. He needs to prove his dedication so that Darian truly knows how he feels. And he knows just how to do it.

Alex approaches Nadia casually as he can. "Hey, I was wondering if I could take my break early? We haven't had a customer in a while and this way I'll be back before the dinner rush."

Nadia shrugs, not bothering to look up from her work. "Sure, go ahead. I'll cover in the kitchen while you're gone."

"Thanks Nadia," Alex says, grinning as he hurries off. He grabs a tray and starts collecting some supplies.

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When Alex enters the breakroom, he sees that it's empty except for Darian. The man is sprawled in a chair, breathing heavily. He's flicking through his phone with one hand and rubbing his full gut with the other. His shirt has been pulled up to reveal his lower belly and the curve of his treasure trail. The button of his fly is undone as well.

Alex tries to ignore the stirring in his pants as he discretely locks the breakroom door behind him and approaches Darian. Alex is in awe of the amount of space he fills in the seat. "Hey man," Alex says casually, sitting down beside him. "I had some dessert ideas too. I was wondering if you wanted to help me test them out."

Darian hurries to pull his shirt back down and glances up at Alex. Then he notices the tray piled with sweet ingredients sitting on the table between them. "Fuck dude, I'm already stuffed with your burger recipes. I couldn't eat a skittle."

But Alex can tell that Darian's interest is piqued. "Don't be stupid," Alex dismisses. "Everyone knows that there's a second stomach for dessert."

Darian swallows hard, glancing down at the food. "Really?" he whispers. "You brought all this for me?" Alex notices through the fly of Darian's pants that the idea of it turns him on.

"Of course! You're the expert when it comes to sweet stuff. I value your opinion." Alex grins, doing his best to look convincing. "Look, here's what I came up with."

Alex begins combining the various fast food products into new combinations. He's had these ideas for ages, he's just been waiting for the perfect taste-tester to try them out on. A guinea piggy, he chuckles to himself.

Soft serve in a cup of Fanta becomes an orange creamsicle smoothie. Hot fudge and caramel loaded inside a blueberry muffin. An apple pie mixed into a McFlurry. An ice cream sandwich made with two chocolate chip cookies. All kinds of fattening treats for Darian to enjoy.

Darian's eyes grow wide as he sees all the creations Alex has put together. "Holy shit," he breathes. He starts off slowly, taking small bites of everything and savouring the sweet flavours.

But soon all the sugar and cream and warm dough becomes too tempting to resist. Unable to hold back, he begins to devour everything on the tray, licking his lips and reaching for more. "Fuck yeah," he moans, wiping crumbs from his face. "These are amazing, Alex."

With each bite, Alex sees Darian's belly inch outward, his shirt slowly riding higher. Alex can't help himself - he reaches out and rubs Darian's ballooning belly.

"MMmmm," Darian groans, his mouth full of food. "That feels good. Keep doing that."

Not needing further encouragement, Alex continues to rub Darian's belly, feeling the warmth and fullness between his fingers. He moves closer, their shoulders and legs touching. He starts to massage the mass with both hands.

"Fuuuck dude I needed that," Darian releases a huge belch. "Your food is so good I literally cannot stop eating." To prove his point, Darian tears off his tight work shirt and continues digging in.

Alex grins. He has found his way into Darian's heart. Just one more thing to seal the deal. He begins to move his hands down, under the curve of Darian's round belly.

"You're too good to me, man. Thanks." Darian purrs, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. He leans back, feeling the weight of his own fullness pressing into Alex's hands.

Suddenly, Alex's hands move against the stiffness in his crotch. "Oh fuck..." Darian moans. His belly jiggles as he arches into Alex's touch. "Keep going."

Alex doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls down Darian's pants and resumes massaging Darian's swollen belly, using his other hand to stroke Darian's cock. Darian body begins to buck as he nears orgasm.

"God, Alex..." he moans, his words thick with desire and mouth full of ice cream. "Feed me."

Alex's heart races, desire coursing through him. He reaches for the tray and grabs a warm, fragrant muffin. He strokes Darian roughly as he shoves the muffin into the man's mouth, feeling an eager tongue against his hand.

Darian's orgasm hits him hard, his fat body tensing as he cums all over Alex's hand. He moans loudly, forcing the muffin down.

"That's it," Alex whispers. "that's my piggy."

Darian is breathing heavily as he comes down from the high, his massive body heaving. Alex reaches for another muffin, holding it out temptingly.

"Want some more?"

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musekicker · 1 year ago

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Teenage Mira and the talk of driving. ((Might write another drabble later one with this thought in mind.))

It was early afternoon. Or as Mira was thinking it, a good time for a snack. She was searching for said snack when both her fathers entered the kitchen as well.

"Oh there you are, Mira. Good, we wanted to talk to you?" Gibson said.

Mira took her gaze away from the fridge.

"This isn't a bad talk to me thing is it?' she asked.

"Not at all." Gibson said.

"Your birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks." Otto said. "What do you want?"

Normally shopping for birthday presents for Mira wasn't too hard. Mira had a variety of interests. She had the habit of getting comfortable in almost any hobby she tried. It seemed to fit in with her shape shifting powers almost if one thought about it.

But soon to be sixteen, Mira's main wish for this birthday was a lot different from what she would usually ask for. Mira herself knew this. And she hesitated just a bit before she told her parents what she mainly wanted.

"I want a hover van." Mira said. "I don't mind if I have to fix it up a bit or anything. Should be easy enough for me to fix."

Gibson and Otto looked to each other. That silent way of parents communicating that this was not something to just say yes or no to. A conversation was required.

"You don't even know how to drive." Otto said.

"Yes I do." Mira said.

Gibson frowned.

"How exactly do you know how to drive?" Gibson asked.

Mira stopped her search for snacks completely at that question. Only now realizing that maybe this had not been the thing she should had admitted to so easily.

"Ummm.. video games?" Mira tried.

"If you can drive like you do in videos games then everyone's in trouble." Otto said.

"That doesn't count. The video gives you points for hitting some things. So if anything I'm a excellent driver by that logic." Mira said.

Otto thought about that second before nodding.

"Good point."

"Otto!" Gibson cried.

"What? She made a good point." Otto said.

"But the point here is that she knows how to do any driving. Because I certainly didn't teach her. And I would think you would had asked me about it if it had been you." Gibson said.

Otto nodded, now looking just a bit more concerned thinking more on this topic.

"I didn't teach her either." Otto said.

Mira was now a lot less interested in looking for a snack. Now she was much more interested in getting out of the kitchen and this conversation. But not even her shape shifting powers would get her out of this one.

"I swear Mira, If we find out this was another thing you picked up from online videos-" Gibson said.

"What? No! It.. please promise you won't be mad?" Mira said.

Gibson crossed his arms.

"I dare say it's a bit too late for that." Gibson said.

Mira knew she was at least grounded. Her only hope for a shorter grounding time was selling out her driving teacher.

Not long after, Mira ran by Sprx, speaking quickly as she did.

"I sold you out, Sprx. It was nice knowing you." Mira said.

Sprx was too blind sided by the quick and sudden comment to even get a response out. Not before Gibson and Otto arrived on the scene. The look Gibson gave Sprx could be classified as deadly. Sprx put up his hands in a placating manner. And perhaps also as a way to defend himself if Gibson was angry enough.

"I don't know what I did this time." Sprx said. "But it really looks like it's something that pissed you off."

"Why did you think it was okay to teach our daughter to drive behind our backs!?" Gibson cried.

Finally able to understand the source of why both parents were upset with him, Sprx was able to come up with a actual reply. Though he kept his hands up.

"I only taught her some basics." Sprx said. "And I never let her drive anything alone. I even told her never to drive on her own. Mira's a good kid so I'm pretty sure she listened to that."

Gibson was not appeased by this explanation. He was still very angry if the glare and the yelling that followed was any indication.

"Why did you teach her at all?" Otto asked.

"With how often trouble shows up? I thought it be a good idea she had some driving skills. Enough to get away or look for some help if she needs to. That sort of thing." Sprx said.

Gibson was still upset. And Otto was still frowning. But the explanation must had made sense logically to them both too because Sprx was no longer feeling like he had to keep his hands up.

"That.. that is a good point I suppose." Gibson said. "Though I would rather had you teach your own children driving skills."

Sprx let out a small bark of laughter.

"With Blaze and Quasar? I'm waiting longer on that idea with them. Both of them get into too much trouble for me or Nova to be comfortable with the idea of either of them having any driving skills right now." Sprx said.

Now that Sprx pointed it out, Gibson could see the logic in that too. Gibson sighed, now not quite not angry but less upset then he has been moments ago.

"Another good point. Just do us a favor and leave the rest of the driving teaching to one of us thank you very much." Gibson said. "And do not teach Cooper how to drive. We'll take care of that when he's old enough too."

"Understood." Sprx said.

"Does this mean we are getting Mira a van? Because I can think of a few good places to get one." Otto said.

That was a longer conversation between Otto and Gibson.

#srmthfg

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pennyl4n3 · 3 years ago

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The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

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peachyysugaa · 3 years ago

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enhypen hyung line as e2l troupe requested by anon

– heeseung

how you became enemies: heeseung to me just seems very competitive, and as an ace, he feels compelled to be good at many things. so when you show him up in something like a shared workplace or hobby like dancing, he sees it as competition and also starts to tease you.

it's more playful teasing honestly. heeseung doesn't mean harm at all! just libra boy things

how you became lovers: one time he teases you though, he accidentally takes it too far and it hurts you. when you actually get mad or hurt by it, he realizes his own feelings for you, apologizes, and then confesses.

he'll do whatever it takes to prove to you how he feels and how he is sorry for hurting you, which really reaches you.~

the knock on your apartment door surprises you. you don't think you were expecting anybody, and if you were, the fact that you couldn't remember wasn't at all surprising to you since your mind had flooded with the comments heeseung had told you over the past months. they all came together to fill you with insecurities and left you feeling like you couldn't do anything to the point you took a break from dancing.

with a sigh and a heavy heart, you open the door without checking who it was (please don't do this irl), and your jaw unhinges itself from the shocking sight of the boy who was at the root of your sullenness. what is even more astonishing is the fact that he holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands with a face full of regret pointed towards the ground. the ever-so-confident lee heeseung is nowhere to be seen as he looks up to see your face.

he smiles apologetically and offers the flowers to you. "y/n... i'm really sorry for being a jerk to you all this time. i realized it's not just because i'm competitive, but because i admire you, more so than i thought actually... i think i'm in love with you."

rest of the hyung line under the cut! <3

line break insurance please ignore and enjoy!

– jay

how you became enemies: jay's really stubborn and he holds his values very close to him (what bang pd said first episode of i-land 🤭), and for some people, it can come off as cold. you thought that he hated you for something you did when he came off as indifferent all the time towards you, though you were usually cordial towards him. he thought you were naive, carefree, going through life without purpose, which rubbed him the wrong way.

basically the two of you had so many misunderstandings about each other despite sharing so many mutual friends who thought highly of the both of you.

how you became lovers: for some odd reason, you and jay never crossed paths often until one day, the two of you went to a small get-together of mutual friends. he saw that you actually did have a direction in life and felt bad for misjudging you. you saw his kind side, and his laughter made your heart flutter. you thought he looked good laughing, and he thought you looked cool talking about your future aspirations.

it's slow, but after that meetup, you two became really close, started developing feelings towards each other, and eventually dated <3

you grimace at the thought of having to see park jongseong at a get-together—he always treated you coldly or indifferently whenever he saw you, despite you never having done anything wrong to him. however, you decide to suck it up and attend since you'd been coddled in your apartment from overwork.

dressed up accordingly, you take a deep breath and knock on the door. immediately, your friend kim sunoo opens it with a bright smile.

"y/n, you're here!" he gives you a big hug.

"sunoo! it's so good to see you!" you reply, returning the hug and walking into the large shared apartment. "i brought some snacks, i'm sorry i haven't been to one of these lately."

"oh, y/n! you're finally here!" jake calls from the couch where the rest of your friends and jay were sitting. "working as a research assistant has really gotten to you, huh? you always work so hard."

"yea," you say as you put the snacks down on the island and sunoo closes the door and makes his way to the couch. you let out a tired sigh but smile anyway. "i wouldn't have it any other way though, you know? i'm just getting a step closer to what i want to do!"

you didn't know it that day, but jay's eyes sparkled at this new piece of information. he was enamored by the fact you were working so hard for something and decided then and there, he would make a better effort to get to know you despite his first misunderstanding of you.

– jake

how you became enemies: jake is such a softie i don't see him making enemies with anyone unless they rub him off the wrong way first! so you're the one who has to start it. i would say, you accidentally took his golden retriever energy as something suspicious.

even though jake literally means no harm, you found it so sus that he's just so nice and warm and affectionate.

how you became lovers: jake is actually your secret admirer who left you love letters in your locker/mailbox. so when you found out it was him, your coldhearted view of him melted away. he said he did it secretly because he thought you hated him (which was kind of true) but still wanted to show somehow that he wanted to look out for you and be the one for you.

since that confession you started seeing him in a new light and eventually returned his feelings.

"oh?" you open your locker/mailbox to see a heart-shaped sticky note on the door instead of the usual pastel pink letter. it said, 'meet me on the rooftop once you see this.'

of course you want to meet whoever this is and rush to the rooftop, practically taking 2 or 3 steps at a time. you catch your breath before finally pushing the doors open, the sunlight glaring into your eyes. squinting, you make out a tall figure facing the open city, their back towards you.

upon hearing the door open and close, your secret admirer turns around with the widest smile on his face, and it's who you least expected.

"sim... jaeyun...?" you mutter. "you're my...?"

he chuckles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "yea, it's me. hi y/n."

"but i... you...? huh?" you're speechless. i mean, all you've done and said has hurt his feelings in some way, right?

"you don't treat me the best, yea," he confirms. "but like the letters say, i know you're not really you when you're with me. i didn't know how to say it since... well, you know, so i decided this was the best way to do it. i hope you can give me a chance?"

"a chance? jake, you can have so much more," you end up laughing out loud from the amazed shock. "i'll give you as many chances as you want since you gave me more than i deserve."

– sunghoon

how you became enemies: sunghoon's got this hit-or-miss kinda detector, and for day one, you two immediately just missed oop 🧍🏻 cue endless banter between you and him over the smallest things. if you two were schoolmates or something, he would bump into you on purpose accident, and the two of you would start an argument in the middle of the hallway yikes !

i know he's an istj, but since he's a fire sign, i know he has it somewhere in him 👀

how you became lovers: let's say you got stuck on a project together. the two of you are literally forced to get to know each other, and you both find out you actually have more in common with the other than you thought.

baby steps! but eventually, the hate easily turns into love between the two of you~

"can you believe just yesterday we hated each other's guts?" sunghoon admits out loud in the middle of the library.

you laugh and hit his shoulder lightly. "what do you mean? i still hate your guts," you tease.

"you can't hate..." he takes a dramatic pause and flips his hair flamboyantly. "all this."

"i literally did for 3 years, sunghoon."

the librarian shushes you promptly, making sunghoon guffaw at your flabbergasted expression.

"shh!!" she scolds even louder. this time, you're the one laughing at him. this does not sit well with the librarian as she starts to get out of her seat.

"shoot, we gotta go!" your project partner gets up from his seat rather haphazardly and pulls your hand to drag you with him.

"whoa!" you yelp as the two of you run out of the library, leaving all your things behind. once out the doors, the librarian is a minute or so behind you two, and she tosses your things out on the doorstep that you had just left.

"you two are banned!" she yells and proceeds to slam the door.

breathlessly, you and sunghoon share glances with each other before bursting out into fits of laughter.

"oh my god! what was that?!" you say, wiping your tears out of your eyes.

"guess i can say i've been banned from the library now," sunghoon slyly concedes.

"that's what you're concerned about?" you giggle, hitting him for the millionth time today. he only offers you a giddy smile while the both of you gather your belongings.

"maybe, maybe not," is his vague response as he reaches to pick up your book to hand to you. however, you were on your way to grab that particular item too, so your hand ends up on his.

the two of you look up to meet each other's eyes and realize, perhaps all this time, what the two of you felt wasn't hate after all.

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jaedreaminn · 4 years ago

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Office Wars

Pairings: fem!reader x Jaemin

Theme: Fluff, Mild Jealousy, playful arguments, light crack, humour, protective.

Word count:2.2k

Gist: You were always at each others throats at work and everyone knew that and was used to that but maybe there was more than just the arguments on the surface.

"Ms. Y/l/n you're typing too loudly" Na Jaemin said with his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

A collective sigh was heard across the office. Your colleagues were all used to the usual banter that took place between you and Jaemin, easily being able to tune the noise that followed.

You however found it particularly difficult to avoid the banter when Jaemin picked at you for the most ridiculous of things.

"Oh I'm sorry Supervisor Na I didn't realise your hearing aid was on" You replied, the snark to your tone didn't go unnoticed as Jaemin scoffed but you couldn't be bothered to look away from your work.

"I don't need hearing aid to hear your keyboard being murdered, the poor thing has to recieve the brunt of your anger caused by Writer Kim"

You slammed your hands onto your table and angrily spun your swirling chair in the direction in which Na Jaemin sat.

Your anger doubled as you saw him proudly smirking from his position, knowing you just gave into his taunts but you couldn't care enough since he was the one that made the low blow.

"Don't you ever get tired idoling around and causing your co-workers headaches?" You said to the smug looking boy before getting on your feet and waking to the pantry.

Jaemin smiled as he watched you dissapeare behind the wall that separates the office and the pantry.

You made two cups of coffee, calming yourself before you walked out placing one on Jaemins table and carried the other to yours and got back to your work. At this point the office was slightly accustomed to your dynamics but it still baffled them. No one understood how the two of you worked, one minute you were at eachother throats the next second you were on the same team. And they didn't even try to understand, they just went along with it.

Like right now,

"You're going to be late for the briefing if you don't hurry your pretty little fingers up" you mocked, the cheeky grin plastered on your face clearly showed how amused you were by the fact that Na Jaemin had FORGOTTEN to prepare for today's briefing as your teams supervisors in this small publishing company.

The furiously typying man let go of his lip that was trapped between his teeth to grind them together, eyes wavering for a second to glare at you before focusing on his task at hand.

You cheerily walked away, a skip in your step as you reached the meeting room waiting for your supervisor and CEO to enter, happily chattering with your colleague Joy about the small queer owned business the two of you came across on instagram because of this month.

Soon the CEO stepped in and the room fell quite, Jaemin was still not on his seat but a minute later he walked in apologising for the delay.

A rather short and surprisingly sucessful briefing later you walked back to your desk to finish of what little work you had left before you streched, slightly pushing your chair away from your desk.

"Ready to go y/n?" Joy asked coming upto you and you grinned at her, nodding.

"Don't waste time then c'mon" you heard the annoying voice of Na Jaemin say from behind you and then saw the man in question walk past you. You glared holes into his back and Joy chuckled.

You and Joy continued to chater as you made your way to the restaurant your team always eats at, to find that your entire team was already sitting there.

"I ordered what you asked me to" Your colleague Suho said to Joy who thanked him.

You took your seat inbetween Crystal and Yangyang, which also happened to be directly opposite Jaemin.

"I ordered (insert dosh of your choice) for you" Jaemin told you and the two of your stared at eachother for a few seconds and then you smiled at him thanking him.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding at that, expecting you to get mad at him for ordering for you without you asking him to.

The wait for the food to arrive was peaceful, except for the few snark remarks you and Jaemin exchanged but it wasn't something that people weren't used to.

Upon the arrival of your food your eyes lit up. Ever since you were a kid you loved to eat, in fact you were the biggest foodie in your family.

You excitedly picked up your chop sticks ready to dig in before a voice interrupted you.

"Your food isn't going anywhere slow down or you'll burn your tongue." Jaemin said nonchalantly and you ignored him poking out your tongue at him and immediately digging in for a big bite.

As soon as the food touched your tongue you're eyes widened at the sharp sensation caused by the heat immediately dropping the serving back onto your plate as you started to pant like a dog because of the heat.

Yangyang who was next to you noticed, placing a hand on your shoulder and picking up your glass of water with his other hand.

"Careful Y/n" he warend rather uselessly after the deed was done, bringing the cup of water to your lips so that you could wash down the heat with the cooling water.

You drank the water, hands reaching out the hold the cup on your own. Once the burning sensation cooled down, you turned to Yangyang offering him a smile while thanking him.

You're attention then turned to Jaemin who sat infront of you glaring at no one in particular, expecting him to be looking smug.

You shrugged at the change in attitude as you continued your mean, this time blowing on your food before you took a bite.

Not even fifteen minutes later you felt a kick on you shin and then looked up to see Jaemin leaving, you sighed rolled your eyes and finished the food on your plate as fast as you could before dashing out back to the office. No you didn't forget to pay, the meals were handeled by the company.

You reached the office only to find Jaemin sitting on his seat pouting angrily as he typed away. You chuckled, deciding to not indulge him as you walked back to your seat and got on with your work and ignored the way Jaemin looked at you even poutier than before.

Ignoring him was a bad choice since after that he got even more annoying, dropping more files on your desk for you to deal with, making random comments about your corrections, complaining about anything and everything and you just ignored the fussy manchild with an eye roll.

"Y/n we have to go for the mandatory company diner now." Joy said to you and you looked out the window at the end of the office to see the sky becoming a dark orange hue, it was late evening.

"I still have so much to do" you whined, letting your head fall onto your desk with a thud and Joy winced, not knowing what to say.

"Stop whining y/n and just come back and get it done. I have work to do to so I can walk with you back to the office after dinner." Jaemin said walking upto your desk.

You lifted your head sligtly to look at the tall male who was looking at you, waiting for a reply to his question and you sighed head falling between your arms again.

"We have to leave now we don't have forever y/n make a choice" Jaemin said impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

"Okay let's go!" You said suddenly jumping up and marching towards the exit. Jaemin chuckled and Joy looked at you as if you had grown two heads but then the two of them immediately followed behind you.

The company diner was uneventful. Mr. Choi on of your clients was making what he though to be flirtatious eyes at you again but you only saw it as creepy. But you were still able to enjoy you meal, sitting between Jaemin and Joy, happily chattering away.

After everyone was done eating you knew you couldn't stay to chat and you lifted you phone off the table checking the time and signalling Jaemin who nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

"I can walk you if you want y/n-shi" a rosy cheek and very drunk Mr.Choi said and you gagged.

"It's Ms.y/l/n to you Mr.Choi and there's no need I'm walking her there, making sure our employee feels safe by making sure you're not around them." Jaemin said, eyes glaring daggers and the now offended drunk man.

"You" Mr.Choi yelled pointing his finger and an unimpressed Jaemin "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know how important I am to this company" the angry drunk man yelled.

"Mr Choil please stay professional because it isn't that hard to find good writers, especially on to replace you." Your CEO spoke up and you had to hold back a chuckle at Mr.Chois flustered face as his mouth opened and closed not able to form any words.

"If that all we'll be taking out leave." Jaemin said grabbing onto you hand and bowing at your CEO who nodded and quickly dragged you away. You quickly bowed in respects to you CEO too before you were dragged away by Jaemin.

"I felt like punching him" Jaemin said on your walk to the office, hand still holding yours.

"Me too" you chuckled at the fuming male as you walked the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand.

You immediately rushed to you desk upon reaching your office and started typing away and Jaemin lazily strolled to his seat, doing whatever he had to do.

Half an hour later and all you had to do was send out two mails and save the document you were working on, so you let yourself relax alittle slumping back onto your chair. You peaked at what jaemin was doing and smiled. "That's a good score, must have been alot of WORK" you teased and Jaemin looked embarrassed at getting caught.

"I-i was bored okay" he said avoiding your gaze and you smiled.

"Okay"

You crossed one leg over the other, leaning over your desk to send the last two e-mails and save the document you were busy correcting.

Just as you finished with your work and sat up straight Jaemin spoke "You know when a person sits with crossed legs and their legs are pointing towards you that means they like you" he said pointing at your position and you looked down to see your leg was indeed pointing at him.

"That means you like me y/n." Jaemin said cheekily wiggling his eyebrows.

And you looked at him eyes screwed as if you were judging his entire existence, which you were "Jaemin" he hummed in reply still grining, "We're engaged it would be really weird if I didn't like you" You said and Jaemins grin grew even wider and you sighed chuckling at your happy fiance.

"Yea it would be weird" he said sliding his chair towards you, crashing into you slightly and you steadied him.

"Ahh your so cute my y/n" he said pulling you into his arms and plukering his his lips trying to kiss you but you leaned away from him just to annoy him.

"Don't avoid my kisses" he huffed pouting as he tried again but you teased him again avoiding him.

"Yah! You brat give me a kiss!" he yelled and you chuckled turning you head to give him a small peck on his nose but he had other plans immediately moving his face and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss in which you felt yourself melting into. Kissing Jaemin was always calming and he always tasted sweet even thought he drank that disgustingly bitter coffee.

You slowly felt his hands snake behind your head pulling you closer lips moving in sync as he deepend the kiss, your breaths mingled as both of you felt lightweight. You got lost in eachother for a second before you slowly pulled away resting your forehead against his. He smiled at you eyes sparkling in the dim lit room.

"If someone walked in on us right now they'd have a heart attack" Jaemin joked and you chuckled. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you to keep your relationship a secret in the office and you did that by bickering. "We should tell them now though shouldn't we?" You asked and Jaemin pecked you cheek sitting up staright, "Yea and hand them the wedding invites" and you grinned, heat rushing to your cheeks, you never got used to the fact that you were to get married to Na Jaemin, your soulmate.

Needless to say when the two of you told everyone at the office the next day you were pretty sure some of them were this close to having a heart attack. But most of them Congratulated you as you stood hand in hand with Jaemin, grinning like an idiot.

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sehn---sucht · 3 years ago

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Birthday Heist

part two

part one

warnings: kaz is a little bit weird. jordie is an asshole.

relationship: kaz brekker x female!reader. kaz brekker vs jordie rietveld.

warnings: kaz is a little bit weird. a little bit of soft!kaz.

legend: y/n -> your name. y/s -> your surname.

authors note: I'M ALIVE. yeah i didn't write anything because of school stuff etc. and i was watching breaking bad again XD. please before you read it make sure you read part one. jordie is an asshole here (i'm sorry) and if you want brotherly recociliation then... well you won't find it there. PLS PEOPLE COMMENT (i love your comments)

english is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

y/n name came back to Kaz's office with the money she had got from his borrower. When she looked at Brekker, she already knew that something wasn't right. Kaz was sitting on his chair and seemed to be very concerned. Or angry. Something in the middle

'I've got your money,' she got his attention and put the envelope with cash on the desk.

All he did was nodding in answer. 'What's wrong?' He sighed and got up from the chair.

'Did you use your power?' He asked, looking her in the eye.

'What? Of course I didn't,' she denied, but Kaz wasn't convinced.

'You're lying,' he said and that made her embarrassed.

'Yeah…' she conceded after a while. 'I'm sorry Kaz. I know-'

'The only person that you should apologize to is you, y/n,' he interrupted her. 'Rietveld knows about you.' he added before he left the office.

'What?' She got confused and ran after him. 'Kaz! Kaz, wait!' But it was too late, because Brekker was not there anymore.

y/n was very frustrated. She didn't really know what was going on, but she didn't like when Kaz was mad at her. He was her closest friend and the first she'd ever had. She knew how hard it was for Kaz to keep her power in secret and she spoiled it.

She stayed in his office and was waiting for him, so when he came back he was a little bit confused.

'How long have you been waiting?' He asked, raising his eyebrow.

'Enough to be concerned about you,' she replied. 'Would something happen to you if you told me what's going on and why are you angry?'

'I'm not angry,' he denied.

'Not only you recognise when someone is lying. I see that too. Especially when it comes to you,' she muttered and folded her arms. 'What's going on, Kaz? I have to know because it's something about me.'

'You better sit,' he said and he did it too. He straightened his crippled leg. 'Rietveld was here-'

'What?!' y/n shouted and got up from her chair. 'Say that you are kidding.'

'Don't interrupt me, y/n,' sighed Kaz. 'Rietveld was here. He wanted me to give him you. His son is a Grisha and according to Rietveld he needs training.'

'A-and what did you tell him?' she asked, unsure. Kaz was very close to her, but on the other hand he only cared about money.

'I tell him to get out,' answered Kaz. He spotted relief on her face, but didn't make a comment.

'T-thanks,' she muttered. Kaz only nodded. For a while they were sitting in silence, avoiding their looks and waiting for each other to say something. 'I have to think about it longer.'

'You should,' he agreed. y/n gave him a look in the eyes. Damn, she could look in his eyes all day and she still would have thought that they were beautiful. They were like coffee, usually bitter, but sometimes she could spot a drop of milk in them.

The longer she was thinking, the more she felt she owed him something. That's why she went to his office. She wasn't bothered by the knocking, so the first thing she saw was Kaz's twisted face.

'Have you heard about knocking?' He muttered. y/n rolled her eyes.

'I have a plan, Kaz. A plan for your Birthday Heist,' she said and pointed at the Rietvelds' mansion plans.

'Continue,' replied Brekker, intrigued.

'We do this heist every year, Kaz. And we've used all the doors to break in. Besides, Rietveld expects us. He will probably boost security, but he's skipped one thing. He gave us an invitation to his house,' she smiled broadly and was waiting for Kaz's reaction. But he didn't look happy. Quite the opposite, he rubbed his face with his hand.

'Tell me that you're not going to accept his proposition,' he sighted. 'Didn't you think that it might be a trap?' Kaz added when he saw a confusion at y/n's face. 'You know Rietveld, this son of a bitch wants to destroy me and take everything that belongs to me-'

'I don't belong to you, Brekker. I just wanted to help you. But the Great Mister Brekker doesn't accept the ideas of others,' she said ironically.

'This isn't that easy y/n. Maybe your idea isn't that bad, but it doesn't suit my plan. And I don't have enough time to make a new plan from the beginning.'

'So you like my idea?' she smirked.

'I only said it isn't that bad. Besides, I also said that it doesn't suit my plan,' Kaz denied. He was avoiding looking her in the eye.

'You don't have a plan, do you? You don't even know what you want to steal.' That was true. Kaz didn't know. He had been in this house a million times and probably stolen most of the valuable things, but he came back there every year. Every single year in the middle of winter he came back there and stole something. That was his little revenge. 'Let me help, Kaz. I can steal anything.'

Kaz looked at y/n and saw a gleam in her eye. He knew that's true, he knew that she can do this, although some part of him still didn't like vision of y/n in Rietveld's house. Buf after a while he sighted 'Let's do this.'

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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5,

Chapter 6

Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit reader’s grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say

Word count: 5K TOO LONG I’M SO SORRY

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. I’m so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. I’ll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! i’m sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.

So, as i’ve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. it’s just for the plot of this series ok? hope you don’t mind guys.

Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Your life is not enough

You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds

The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you

The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.

It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.

A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.

“Getting used to your dazzling new short hair?” You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“I hate this style”

“And why did you cut it off, then?”

“Mom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in something”

“Wow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's new”

“Well, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorry”

You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“Even with the scar?”

“With the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eye”

“The others will see it”

“It's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.

You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.

“Not as much as that”

“You're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worlds”

“William...”

“I'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves

“Bill, it's not necessary to do this”

“It is!” He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...”

“My grandfather scares you?”

“What? No” You raised an eyebrow “Okay, maybe a little”

“You don't need to talk to him. He'll understand”

“I want to”

You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, “why didn't you ever tell me about it!” he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, “Would that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?” Bill didn't have to think too hard. “Of course not!” he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.

Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasn’t an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldn’t dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didn’t understand why.

You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist. You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?

“Well then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding man”

“Yeah, I'm sure he is”

“Bill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours “I just want him to like me, (Y/N)”

“He likes everyone”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“It will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid of” You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him “He's not like the rest of my family”

“I didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorry”

“It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazy”

“As if she wasn't already”

You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you

The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.

After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.

It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you

It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.

You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.

The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?

"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking “We still have time to run away” you joked “If you're not ready...”

“I am," he said confidently.

“Okay”

You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.

“Ah, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!”

“Don't you usually get many visitors?” asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.

“I’m afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?”

“Only the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride “The other one is...”

“Harry Potter” Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same “I know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headaches”

Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, please”

“A little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?” he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made “What a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!”

You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.

“I appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this before”

“It was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properly”

“Sure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?”

“Not so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thing”

“Of course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?”

Arthur's eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...”

“Was your family always purebloods?” Fred asked. Tim shook his head

“It was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this world”

“Why?”

Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.

“I’m the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizard”

“Don't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?”

“Harry...”

”It's all right, Molly, I can answer that” Tim rubbed his chin, thinking “I understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.

“I think we're straying from the subject that brought us here” mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak

“I was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was... a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abode”

You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you weren’t interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.

“Those of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, it’s a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...” the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue “But it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasn’t well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the time”

“So what happened?” you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.

“My mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my mother”

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.

“He was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didn’t take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout France”

The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.

"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didn’t want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didn’t come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plants”

“My birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.

“Really?”

“Really," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repay”

The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.

“I guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuse”

“Wait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?”

“Oh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....

“What kind of test?” Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.

“One that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footsteps” Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat “I regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddle”

You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.

“My brother’s father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they did”

Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.

“It was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her father’s old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already died”

“Grandpa-”

“As you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasn’t descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldn’t judge others too harshly, much less a lonely mother” Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain “She was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evans’ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own way”

“Why didn't you ever talk about this?” you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you “when dad asked you so-”

“Your father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's follies” Tim shook his head “My brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influence”

“We're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight him”

“I understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is now”

The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.

“Well, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?” Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very much”

“Thank you, sir”

“You're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?”

Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.

“Come on, boy, don't be shy”

“I... well, I wanted to-”

“Oh, Arthur, your son is so cute!” he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth “Poor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?”

“Yes, that's right, sir”

“Well, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)’s parents”

“It is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.

“Indeed”

“So...”.

“So..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?

“Yes, sir”

“How much?”

“A lot”

“Are you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?”

“With my life, sir”

“Your life is not enough for me, William” Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers “My granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?”

“Y-yes, sir. Crystal clear”

“Good boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise “Well, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughter”

Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.

“Thank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our family”

“I hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle “It's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so well” Molly wrinkled her nose “Since who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyone” Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent “You could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughter” Molly Weasley listened carefully “I have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what he’s doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.

A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.

“Yes," Molly whispered, "I understand.

“Good” Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly ”Then my story was useful somehow”

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago

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hickey prank...gone wrong

y/n wanted to prank the avengers for forgetting to hide a hickey she got from a 'mysterious boy' after she finished pranking them and telling them its fake, peter came in and NOT so subtly asked her when he did that since they're secretly dating

pairing: peter x stark!reader

status: secretly dating

y/n's pov

ive been watching a lot of youtube lately, it literally became my best friend, i scrolled through my recommendations and found a 'hickey prank' video, i smiled to myself already knowing im about to do it, and clicked on the video

It was a girl pranking her parents for getting a hickey, i watched the girl make the fake hickey on her neck, and i was considering to ask peter to do one for me that would be more entertaining but that would obviously backfire if i couldnt wipe it out

so i didnt ask him, another thing is that peter and i have been secretly dating for around a month now, my dad, tony stark, strictly told peter that i am off limits but were still dating and its been the best month ever.

anyways, i opened my vanity drawer and got my eye shadow pallet, i decided on a spot to make the 'hickey' and started adding dark colored eye shadow to make it look believable, the end result looked pretty good, and i know that from experience ;)

it ws on the right side of my neck right below my ear, i opened my two braids to cover the 'hickey' took my phone to record this i already know chaotic experience since this is the avengers we're talking about and left my room while i was walking in the hallway i got a text from peter saying:

MY baby 🥰🧸: coming in 15! xx

I squealed from excitment coz its been a week since ive seen him because of his exams and everything but back to the prank

i walked inside our kitchen/living room and the avengers were scattered everywhere since they just finished a mission and now theyre hungry af, perfect

i snuck my phone behind a bowl of fresh fruits and acted normally trying to contain my nervousness and excitement

"hey guys!" i said looking at the kitchen island that filled with delicious hot meals, yumm

"hey sweetie" dad said kissing my cheek, and everybody mumbled a 'hey' since they're too busy stuffing theyre mouths with food

"hows the mission?" i asked curiously, thor, sam and scott completely ignored me trying to stuff everything in, nat and wanda were talking about how stupid one of the men were for flirting with them and comepletely beat the shit out of him for makig inappropriate comment, my girls I thought and steve, dad, bruce, and bucky answered my question

they've always had a soft spot for me and hated whenever i got ignored, i smile at them grateful that they didnt ignore me even though i wouldnt get mad i mean im also starving

i continued on eating arguing with sam on who will get the biggest slice of the chocolate cake wanda made, but then i remembered i came here to do the prank so i decided its time

i looked infront of me checking if my phone is still recording and it was, its been recording for 8 minutes now so i excused myself from the table to go 'get some fruit'

i quickly grabbed an apple and rerecorded the video, "so what do you guys wanna do? peters coming in a few" i said taking my hair and secured it behind my ear, its been exposed its been exposed omg omg omg i tried to calm down a bit coz in any second someone could spot my 'hickey'

"oh, we could have a movie night, you know, coz peter finished school so we should celebrate" my dad said looking at me then looking back at his food but looked at me again eyes widened, he spotted it ABORT MISSION OMG OMG

I looked down at my food trying not to run from the glare hes giving me

"y/n?" my dad asked, his tone has never been this serious before, oh shit

"y-yes" i squeecked god pull it together y/n, its not real

"what is that on your neck" he pointed out, which grabbed everyones attention, great, all eyes were on me, steve, bucky and bruce widened their eyes shocked, wanda and nat were smirking, sam, scott, and clint were laughing their asses off while thor looked as clueless as a baby

i was sitting at the center of the table and i just wanted to sink in and get absorbed my the marble walls

"w-what do you mean?" i asked 'confused' i grabbed nats phone that was between us, opened the camera and gasped trying to act surprised and scared "I-I uhhh" I let go of my hair so it can cover it again "I-I burned my self while curling my hair" I nervously blurted out, wow I'm a great actress

"that does not look like a burn young lady what is that?" Steve buts in, anger literally fuming from his ears and eyes Bucky glaring at me trying to think of every boy I've ever interacted with

"I curled my hair uncle Steve!" I replied rolling my eyes

"THAT IS NOT A BURN HUN THATS A HICKEY" my dad got out of his chair clearly getting angrier by the second

"ITS NOT DAD, YOU THINK I COULD HOOK UP WITH BOYS WHEN IM BEING WATCHED 24/7?" I shot back standing as well, everybody gasped

"what is a hickey if I may interrupt"

"SHUT UP" the rest of the team said clearly enjoying this

"I wanna know who's D y/n got" Sam said laughing

"was he at least good?" Nad asked smirking

"please tell me you used protection" Wanda asked concerned

"WHO IS IT" all three of them said

"NO ONE!" I shouted

"why is he that important that you have to be so secretive of him?" Bucky suddenly blurts out tightening his fists so hard his knuckles could pop out

"maybe he's special" nat smirked

"y/n" my dad said in a warningly tone "if you don't tell us who this idiot is I swear I'm gonna let Bruce turn into the hulk and smash every boys house that you've ever interacted with" I felt like that was enough, and obviously got everyone's attention, I tried to contain my laughter coz they're faced are just hilarious waiting for me to tell them who it is

"it's....it's...a-a..A PRANK!" I laughed, everybody looked at me speechless clearly not buying it

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS A PRANK THERE'S STILL A HICKEY ON YOUR NECK" my dad shouted

"yeah a FAKE one" I took the wipe from my back pocket, wiping my 'hickey' and gestured to the smudged make up "SEE??" I laughed

Steve, Bucky, Bruce and my dad looked relieved, nat, Scott, Wanda, Clint, and Sam looked...disappointed?? And Thor was still clueless as ever, I walked to the counter to stop recording

"YOU WERE RECORDING?" Wanda scoffed

"do not do that to us a again young lady I was gonna get a heart attack" Steve warned leaving the table

"doll" Bucky said and I looked at him "if I ever see a boy with you this close" he gestured between him and I "I will squish their face and pull his brains out with my bare hand" he warned

and for a second I thought of Peter, I swear he's gonna get killed if they know what 'helping him study' and 'looking after me' means I just rolled my eyes at their stupid behavior

"so y/n didn't get any D yesterday? Poor thing" Sam laughs

"SAM I SWEAR YOUR NEXT ON THE LIST" dad said walking out of the kitchen

"for the first time in forever IM glad this was a prank coz the poor boy would've been dead just by the glares he'll get" I laughed shaking my head after the hilarious prank we cleaned up the kitchen island

"ok guys I'm gonna go to my room to clean this...mess" I gestured to my neck full of smudged make up

"hey guys, what did I miss?" Peter walked in the living room a few minutes after i left

"oh just y/n being y/n, she'll tell you what happened" Scott laughed which confused Peter but he ignored it m opened the fridge to get a snack and go to your room,

like I said it's been a week since he's seen you so he was very excited to kiss you hug you and just shower you with affection...in secret obviously

he knocked on my door doing our secret pattern and barged into my room

"HEY PETER" I almost shouted jumping onto him crossing my legs on his torso and snuggling my headphones to his neck

"hey baaaby" he whispered kissing my temple

"ITS BEEN AGES" I whisper shouted

"that it has" he whispered back finally connecting his lips with mine, And slowly walked to the bed, he sat down which resulted in me straddling his lap

"I missed you" I mumbled hovering his lips a bit

"I missed his more" his voice was lower than usual which made my hormones go haywire, he started pampering me with kisses

"I *kiss* miss *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* fucking *kiss* much" he said

"oh since when does innocent Peter Parker swear" i teased looking at his eyes

"since I've dated you" he shot back "when I started dating you, you made me feel and become like a normal horny teenage boy" he kissed me again

"well, im glad you feel...normal" I laughed, he started kissing my neck again and unfortunately my dad was walking past my bedroom at the time

"is this a bruise or just a very messy hickey I gave you, coz if it is I better fix it" he smirked already knowing it's not his but just finding an excuse to do one on me

"oh it's just a prank I did to the team which thankfully I recorded so you can see it"

"how bout I make it a real one?" He smirked

"Yes plea-"

"WHAT?" my dad barged in PERFECT TIMING DAD

"PETER BENJAMIN FUCKING PARKER YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO LEAVE THIS COMPOUND BEFORE I FRENCH FRY THAT WHAT I THOUGHT WAS INNOCENT BRAIN OF YOURS"

"RUN PETE RUNNN"

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cassandras-blogg · 4 years ago

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"Swallowing Courage”

(Danny Wagner X Sam Kiszka)

CHAPTER THREE - THE EPIPHANY Author's Note: VERY sorry it took so long, I have been super busy but here we go! Comment, tell me what you think. Warnings: Dry humping, intense touching, some sex talk, denial of sexuality (a reoccurring theme in this story).

Danny had asked Sam to come over earlier when he was high on endorphins and dopamine from the experimental kissing. The words "Why don't you come over later?" came from a place inside of him that he still did not understand. He sighed and sat down in his living room and began to contemplate different ideas of how he could ditch Sam or convince him today was not a good day to come over. Then the possibilities of what could happen if Sam came over later began to surface in his mind. Considering these possibilities quickly turned into fantasizing about Sam's lips and his kisses. Danny knew he wanted more, but he was trying his hardest not to think about it. There was no time for daydreaming about Sam, no time to be indecisive, especially if he was actually going to be seeing him within an hour. At this point, he felt that there was no going back, even if he did decide to cancel on Sam he knew he would have to face this feeling eventually. Danny decided to take an extra long shower so he could make sure he was completely clean. He left the conditioner in his hair for longer than usual and took his time rinsing the top layer of his skin. Once he became used to the temperature of the water he twisted the shower handle and made the water warmer. The heat irritated the blisters that were already on his hands which created a new burning sensation. After that Danny decided enough was enough and turned off the water. He attempted to soothe the pain in his hands with cheap lotion and a few liquid Advil’s he found in on his desk. Danny noticed the scattered mess on his desk and became very aware of how messy his room looked. After taking in the scenery, he started to pick up all the laundry off of his floor. Then he began to pick up anything random like chargers, papers, shoes, and bracelets he had on the ground. Danny shoved most of this stuff in the closet or under his bed so the mess could be out of sight.

”Danny! Get down here.” Mrs. Wagner called from downstairs. ”Coming.” Danny answered. He took one last look in the mirror and then he quickly made his way down the stairs.

“Sam was at the door.” Mrs. Wagner sighed. His heart stopped, Sam decided to come by earlier than expected. ”Good-Oh wait, was? Where is he now?” Danny asked. ”Gone. Your friends can’t just come over whenever they want. Your grades have been dropping, and you need to bring them up. I’m really being serious about that. I told Sam he can come another day.” Mrs. Wagner replied. Danny wanted to argue with his mom but he knew this was going to be a losing battle. ”Okay. I’m sorry.” Danny said turning around ready to go back up the stairs. ”Seriously. Get your grades up, Danny. You really need to stop slacking. It’s your last year of high school. Then it’s all over!” Mrs. Wagner said. Danny didn’t bother replying to her because he has heard her say this countless times in the past few weeks. This was unusual because Danny usually had great grades. This year was a different story. He really wanted to have the motivation to care about school, but he just couldn’t bring himself to complete assignments lately. Once Danny made it back up the stairs he stood in the door of his room and stared at his newly cleaned space. He climbed into his bed and grabbed his phone, preparing to text Sam his own explanation. Then he heard a knock at his window. He practically rolled off the bed and then lifted his head and saw Sam kneeled behind the window with a plastic bag on his shoulder. Danny quietly slid his window open and Sam swung one leg into his room. He put all of his weight onto this one leg, which knocked over a cup of pens on Danny’s desk.

”Shhh!” Danny whispered and glanced up at Sam with wide eyes. “Here I’ll help you. Give me your hand.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth. Then grabbed Danny’s hand and quietly finished climbing his way into the room. Danny immediately knew something was wrong because the texture of Sam’s hand felt different. He looked down and unclasped their hands and saw a few uneven cuts over the palm of Sam’s hand. Looking at his own hand he saw little specks of Sam’s blood on his palm. His eyes trailed up to Sam’s wrist and his arms and he saw that there were bright red jagged cuts over his arms and a few on his legs.

”What happened to you?” Danny gasped. Sam’s skin looking ruined like that left him in disbelief. It was usually super smooth and flawless, now it was covered in red scratches. ”Oh. Well. I wanted to get you this Aloe Vera plant, for helping your hands heal. It is an indoor-grown plant, I stole it from my neighbors because they are on vacation skiing or something. But there is this fence in front of their house, and well to get the plant I had to climb through a barbed-wire fence.” Sam explained putting his arms out exposing all the scratches and cuts from the fence. ”Why did you do that?? You could have gotten me this bottled at the store!” ”That stuff in the store is fake Danny. Fresh Aloe vera is better, it's hard to find in the winter so I took the opportunity to steal it for you. Like I said I uh, thought the gel from the plant would help the swelling and the redness in your hands. I extracted the gel and put it in this.” Sam said pulling out a small mason jar from the plastic bag that he brought. Danny and no words. Sam went through all that pain and discomfort just to get him this plant.

”These cuts could get infected. You seriously hurt yourself Sam. You didn’t have to do this. Don’t ever do something like this for me ever again.” Danny said placing his hands on Sam's shoulders. ”It’s only little scratches. I swear I’m okay. Are you seriously mad at me?” Sam asked. Danny was a little bit mad at Sam because he hurt himself. At the same time, his heart felt overwhelmed with warmth and his mind was consumed with admiration for Sam. ”I'm just mad that you got hurt.” Danny said. ”I’m alright, I didn’t mean to get hurt but I sorta stumbled across the fence. It only hurts a little bit, but I will be okay. I’m not a baby.” Sam said. Danny looked at Sam’s arms again and his stomach felt uneasy. Then he stood up and walked to his bathroom without saying a word. There he gathered rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, band-aids, and a warm face towel. Once Danny finished assembling his first aid kit, he walked over to Sam and sat his supplies down next to him.

”Oh fuck that.” Sam said backing away from Danny. ”What?” Danny asked. ”That rubbing alcohol is gonna fucking burn! These cuts are fresh.” Sam gasped. ”We have to clean it. Come on! Now you are acting like a baby. Please?” Danny tried to tease but his serious pleading tone overpowered his attempt to tease. ”Really? Ugh. This sucks. You suck.” Sam complained and hesitated before he moved closer to Danny’s side. ”How about next time don’t go around stealing random shit for me that I don’t need.” Danny said pressing the alcohol-soaked cotton to Sam’s skin. ”AHH- IT - It wasn’t random! And you do need it! Stop, ouch! It hurts Danny, it feels painful and not in a good way.” Sam said pulling his arm away. ”Not in a good way? When does pain ever feel good?” Danny questioned while continuing to clean Sam’s wounds. ”Well uh, during sex it can feel good sometimes. Not like serious physical pain. More like when a guy slaps your ass hard or pulls your hair. It hurts a little bit at first but in the end it's fucking amazing.” Sam said maintaining his eye contact with Danny. Danny could not believe where this conversation was going. He had never talked about his sexual encounters with other guys before. Maybe he thought Danny wouldn't want to hear about it, but the reality was that Danny was incredibly fascinated and it was starting to turn him on.

”Okay. I see. When did you find out what you're into sexually? With guys?” Danny asked looking away from Sam while continuing to clean his wounds. ”After my first time I guess, it could have really gone bad. But it didn't, he really wanted to explore with me and make sure I found out what I liked before we moved forward. Kinda like what I'm doing with you. I’m getting with you because I don't want you to get with some random guy who doesn't give a shit about what you want in bed.” Sam said. Danny immediately stopped touching Sam’s arm and locked eyes with him once again. ”I am not having sex with you.” Danny whispered loudly. He really wanted to shout, but before he did that he remembered that his parents would hear. ”You said you wanted to ”explore” Danny. That word suggests that you were thinking of having sex eventually.” Sam shrugged. ”No. No! It means like kissing, touching, and maybe like a handjob but that's as far as I'm willing to go.” Danny said.

He couldn't believe how far Sam was willing to go with him. Sam had just completely thrown Danny’s original intentions of exploring out the window and opened up a new rooftop of possibilities.

”Wow. So by the end of all this, ”maybe a handjob” is gonna be our grand finale? How epic.” Sam said. He held back a laugh and laid his head down on Danny’s pillow. ”Don’t lay down. I’m not done.” Danny said pressing the warm washcloth over Sam’s sensitive skin. ”It’s good enough. I'm good. Now your turn. I didn’t steal this for nothing.” Sam said reaching for the aloe vera again and breaking it open. He scooped up the gel on his fingers and smoothed it over Danny’s blistered hands. Sam’s touches were very gentle. He effortlessly glided his hands over Danny’s with the soothing gel. Taking his time moving from the back of his hand to the palm of his hands. Danny's breathing quickly became irregular. He became noticeably flustered and almost went into fight or flight mode, but he stayed put underneath Sam's touch.. Once this feeling became too much to handle, Danny quickly looked at Sam’s arms interrupted with, ”I think you need this aloe vera more than I do now.” He turned away from Sam and grabbed the little jar sitting next to them. Danny dipped his free hand in the aloe vera and smoothed it over Sam’s arm. ”That feels nice.” Sam smiled, letting go of Danny’s other hand. ”Can you put some right here?” He asked pointing to the huge scratch on his thigh. Danny had not touched there yet, because it was near his inner thigh and he didn't want to get too close. Now Sam was taking the initiative and asking Danny to touch him there. ”Sure.” Danny breathed out heavily and placed his hand on the top of Sam’s leg. Then he slowly moved his hand between his legs and gently massaged the area. Danny felt the bed move underneath him and noticed that one of Sam’s fists curled up and started to grip the bedding underneath them. ”Are you? Are you getting turned on or something?” Danny asked lifting his hand off of Sam’s thigh. ”Yeah. Sort of. It's a sensitive area. Look see, isn't it?” Sam asked moving his hand to Danny’s inner thigh. "Oh!" Danny let out a sharp gasp, but he didn't move away from Sam's hand and continued to let him touch him there. At first, he started with rubbing small circles lightly, then he slowly began to add more pressure. The bulge in Danny's pants started to grow larger and he started leaning into Sam's fingertips that were pressing into his skin. Sam reached out his hand and slightly hesitated before placing his fingers on top of Danny's bulge. "Well, now we are both getting turned on."

Sam’s voice oozed with confidence, but his complexion started to turn a light pink shade of pink once he started feeling and outlining Danny’s clothed dick with his fingers. Danny felt frozen in place like a statue. He really didn't know what to do except sit back and feel the pressure of Sam’s hand rubbing over his fully clothed hardening dick. Danny took deep breaths and tried to hold himself back from becoming more aroused than he already was. ”Does this feel good Danny?” Sam asked moving his hand faster. ”Yeah, Yes! It hurts a little though because I'm wearing jeans.” Danny sighed looking down at his pants. He looked back up at Sam, and they stared at each other for a few extra seconds. Then Sam moved closer to Danny and quickly stuck his hand inside his jeans and cupped Danny’s dick over the thin underwear he was wearing. ”Oh my goodness.” Danny exhaled and turned his head the side. He knew that he should have stopped Sam in his tracks, but it felt too good for Danny to say no at that moment. Danny gently moved his body upward, wanting more of Sam’s touch. It was not long before he felt himself relaxing into Sam’s hand, and no more worries were coming between them. He was only aware of Sam’s hand and the feeling of himself getting harder by the second.

”Your hand. Feels. Really. Good.” Danny sighed. Sam felt accomplished because he didn't even touch his dick with his bare hand yet, and he was getting this kind of reaction out of Danny. ”I can make it feel better than that.” Sam moved on top of Danny and started rubbing his hard on against Danny’s thigh. Sam lifted his head and crawled closer to Danny’s face using his elbows. Then he leaned down and kissed his lips.

Danny responded with a kiss and slow upward movements, his hips moved in steady motion pressing his aching bulge into Sam’s lower body. ”Oh my god. I'm so hard.” Danny gasped gripping the sides of Sam’s ribcage. ”Fuck. Me too Danny.” Sam said rocking himself back and forth against Danny. Once Sam increased the intensity of the rocking motions,

Danny wrapped his arms around his shoulders pulled Sam into a tight embrace. After that, he heard Sam’s breathing in his ear and felt both of their hearts rapidly beating against his chest. ”Keep going Danny.” Sam sighed and started moving his hands up underneath Danny’s back and pressed his fingertips into his shoulders. Danny groaned and started to firmly grind up against Sam’s crotch. "Oh, holy shit." Sam moaned quietly and then gave Danny a lustful look before staring down at his lips. Danny noticed the look in his eyes and prepared himself to be attacked and kissed everywhere. Sam paused, then leaned down and softly kissed his cheek instead. He barely used any pressure and it was the most gentle kiss he had ever received from him. This pause and the little kiss on the cheek snapped Danny back into his usual fear-driven thinking mode. Right as he was going to tell Sam to stop, he felt fingertips gripping the waistband of his underwear.

The initial feeling of Sam’s knuckles against his stomach sent a wave of shock to Danny’s brain. He flinched and smacked Sam’s had away automatically.

”What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asked sitting up on the bed, moving away from his previous position of straddling Danny. ”I’m uh. I’m gonna need you to leave okay?” Danny said looking away from Sam's gaze. ”What? Why?” Sam asked back moving towards Danny so he could find his hand and hold it. He squeezed Danny’s hand tightly and rubbed his hand with his thumb. ”This is. It’s a lot. It's too much for me, Sam I need you to go now.” Danny said avoiding Sam’s intense eye contact and trying to ignore this strong grasp on his hand. ”I really don't want to leave you alone. Can I just be here for you?” Sam asked gripping Danny's hand a little bit tighter. ”No you can't. And stop doing that! I don't want to hold your hand right now.” Danny said taking his hand away from Sam and drawing his arms back to his sides. ”Oh. Okay. I’m sorry Danny. I’ll go but, I want to know what I did wrong. So you know, I don't do it again next time.” Sam said quietly. ”I really don't want to talk to you right now. Can you just go? Please.” Danny said in a hushed voice, lifting his head and looking up into Sam’s shiny disappointed eyes. ”If you could just tell me what I did wrong, then we could-” Sam started to speak, but Danny's voice’s cut him off. ”Please get out Sam.” Danny whispered loudly. ”Okay I will. I will. I’m sorry Danny.” Sam said slowly moving off of the bed. Sam looked so sad and hurt, it made Danny think about taking back everything he just said. He didn't say anything though, Danny watched Sam slowly climb back out of his window and give him one last glance before he disappeared away from Danny’s sight.

Danny watched Sam walked away from his house and made his way down the street. Danny felt dizzy and disoriented, he stumbled back over to his bed and threw his body on the mattress. He could feel his heart beating in his ear, and he felt like his lungs had no access to any air. The dry humping and the kiss on the cheek lead Danny into an epiphany, and now he was spiraling alone with himself in the stillness and silence of his bedroom. The epiphany being his interaction with Sam today, it was proof that he liked guys. He did not need to explore any further, Danny just knew at that moment that he liked guys and there was no going back from that. He suddenly felt stupid and ignorant. Mad at himself for not realizing his sexuality sooner, for repressing so many feelings, and for lying to himself so many times throughout his life. He was also mad at himself for telling Sam to leave and not stopping him from going. Danny’s mind raced the entire night and he started to question and wonder who he really was on the inside. The only thing Danny was sure of was that Sam made him feel a certain type of way and uncovered parts of himself that he never knew existed. Danny allowed himself to float into an abyss of uncertainty for the rest of the evening.

END OF CHAPTER THREE - Do not worry everyone there is more action ahead, Sam and Danny are meant to be together in the end, but they will struggle along the way. I will be putting more work into the fic, and I have the rest of the chapters planned out in my head sooo enjoy the ride.Chapter 4 WILL COME SOONER than later.

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The In-Between Chapter 6

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 7,455

Warning - cursing (if people don’t like that kind of stuff)

A/N- so I kind of got carried away with this chapter and wrote over 7000 words lol, but I couldn’t really split this chapter up considering what’s about to come in the next chapter so I just left it as is (the next chapter is going to have so many interactions with the two groups you won’t be ready!) I really hope you all like this chapter because I worked hard on it and am actually really proud of the way it turned out! leave a comment with your thoughts on the chapter and with any predictions that you have for the future🤩

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prolouge 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

"Wh-Wh-What is she doing?" Bill whispered as he gently nudged Y/N's side.

The girl stared ahead at Eleven who was busy putting a radio on a station that only had static playing before she glanced at Bill. She sent him a small smile that had him blushing and smiling back. "You'll see," she whispered.

Y/N let out a small gasp as she remembered something and quickly disappeared up the stairs and into her house before returning a few seconds later with a cloth in her hand. She walked over and handed it to Eleven who gave her a small smile before beginning to fold it and wrap it around her eyes like a blindfold.

"A blindfold?" Richie asked. He then smirked before winking in Eleven's direction. "Kinky. Now all we need is some handcuffs and-"

"Beep beep Richie!" the Losers Club cried out while the Party all looked at Richie in disgust.

Y/N shook her head at the boy before looking to the Party with an apologetic smile, "Sorry about him. He hadn't quite matured yet if you can't tell."

"Hey!" Richie complained.

"Oh hush," Y/N told him making the boy pout. She chuckled and ruffled his hair much to his annoyance before she turned her attention back to Eleven who was finished setting up.

"Remember, you have to be quiet," Y/N reminded the Losers, making a point to stare at Richie longer than the others. They all nodded before looking to Eleven who was now sitting on the ground, the radio static playing behind her.

The room was so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop. The prospect of Eleven doing something that could help them with their mission to find Mine being enough to make even Richie keep his mouth shut.

It took a minute, but Eleven suddenly let out a small gasp before whispering, "Mike."

Y/N noticed Wheeler frown a little at that seeing as she was talking about a different Mike instead of him. It was unusual that was for sure and Y/N had thought it was weird knowing two Mikes as well when she first moved to Derry. But since she had called him Wheeler since they were kids, calling Mike Hanlon by his first name hadn't been too weird for her.

"I. . .I see him," Eleven whispered out making the Losers all furrow their eyebrows and look to Y/N confused. She just gave them a look and gestured towards Eleven in response and they all looked back to the girl who had some blood starting to peak out from her nose.

"He. . .He's hiding by some water," Eleven said.

"The quarry," Y/N muttered as she looked to the others. Their eyes widened slightly and they watched as Y/N walked over and bent down in front of her friend.

Y/N reached out and gently took ahold of Eleven's hand, the girl instantly latching onto hers in return. "Tell Mike that we're coming for him," Y/N whispered, tears springing in her eyes. "Tell him he's going to be okay."

"Your friends. . .they're coming for you. Hang in there, Mike. You're going to be okay," Eleven muttered, although Y/N knew she was talking to Mike Hanlon.

"Hurry," a voice suddenly came from the radio causing the Losers and Y/N to jump in surprise at the sound of their friend's voice. "Please hurry."

Eleven's face then scrunched up in pain and she let out a loud gasp before ripping the blindfold from her face. Her eyes frantically looked around before locking with Y/N's. "He's okay," she assured him. Y/N wiped away her tears and gave Eleven a small smile before hugging her friend in thanks.

"What the fuck was that?”

The two girls pulled away from each other to see the Losers looking more confused then ever. "What the fuck just happened?" Richie questioned, his eyes wide. "What did she do and how the hell does she know that Mike is okay?"

Y/N took in a deep breath before standing up and slowly approaching her friends. "Guys, so Eleven kind of has these powers. She was able to mentally connect with Mike and get a picture of where he was and give him a message," Y/N explained.

"I'm sorry. What?" Stan asked confused.

"Powers like superpowers?" Ben questioned.

"I guess," Y/N replied. "I know it's hard to understand but-"

"Hard to understand? It's crazy! You know what, I'm calling bullshit," Richie announced.

"But Mike's voice-" Y/N began.

"We don't even know if that was his voice because all I could hear was a bunch of fucking static! How am I supposed to believe you when the only thing that I saw happen was that girl get a fucking nosebleed and bleed all over your basement?" Richie asked.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at the boy and went over to his girlfriend who he helped off the ground while Eleven wiped the blood from her nose. He was about to say something when he saw Y/N raise an eyebrow at the boy and cross her arms.

"You want proof? Evidence?" Y/N questioned, not a look of hesitation on her face. Richie was silent before nodding his head. "Okay, asshole. Here's your fucking proof."

She then walked over to one of the closet doors of the basement before opening it and walking back over to the group. Richie was about to question her when the door slammed shut making him and the other Losers all jump in surprise.

The door then began to open and slam shut repeatedly and Richie was hesitant before he turned to look at Eleven who had one hand up in the air. The door slammed shut for a final time and Eleven lowered her hand before wiping the small bit of blood below her nose away.

"Holy shit! She's an X-Men!" Eddie exclaimed in disbelief making Dustin chuckle since he had thought the same thing when he first met Eleven.

Y/N smirked and looked to Richie while the other Losers and the Party watched the girl in amusement. "That enough proof for you?" she asked.

Richie made a face in response and Y/N chuckled before looking between the groups and clapping her hands together. "Now. . .we may know that Mike is okay right now, but that doesn't mean he will be forever. We need to start making plans and preparing because first thing after school tomorrow, we are going to the Well House to save Mike and kill those other motherfuckers before it's too late. Everyone okay with that?" Y/N announced.

The Parry and the Losers' Club all nodded in agreement and Y/N smirked.

"Great. Let's get to work."

- - -

Bill bit his lip in concentration as he used a ruler to draw lines through the map of Derry. His job, and the job of all the Losers, was to split a map of Derry up into four different sectors. When they left to go find Mike tomorrow, half of the whole group would be staying behind while the other half broke off into pairs and searched the specific sections of the Upside Down's version of Derry.

Since the Upside Down was pretty much a replica of the real world, Y/N had thought it would be a good idea to use a map of Derry to break up the sections. Because the Losers knew Derry the best, they had offered to split the map up while the Party got weapons ready seeing as they knew what would work best against a demogorgon if it were to attack.

Y/N had started out with the Losers at first, but it hadn't taken long for her to migrate over to the Party whom she had been spending the last hour with. The Losers hadn't thought much of it at first, but they couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to totally forget about them as she laughed and joked around with the Party, a smile on her face that looked nothing like the usual smile they got to see.

Bill had to force himself not to look up, reminding himself that Y/N was just excited to see her friends again. That's why Bill had put all his effort into the maps he was making, Beverly being the only other person to help him while Stan, Ben, Eddie, and Richie all watched Y/N and the Party with frowns on their faces and jealously coursing through their blood.

Glares were on the four boys faces and they only narrowed their eyes more at the sight of Y/N with her arms linked with Will as she talked to Steve and Lucas. "She forgot about us," Stan whispered softly, sadness laced in his voice despite his angered appearance.

"I can't believe it," Ben muttered, feeling awful at the idea that the Party made Y/N happier than they did. Him and the others could tell by the look of pure joy on her face just how much happier she was around the Party and that only fueled their jealousy more.

"Well believe it, Benny. We're yesterday's news," Richie frowned, glaring slightly as a bitter taste filled his mouth.

"Look how happy they make her. I don't think I've ever made her laugh that hard," Eddie muttered sadly as he too came to the realization that Y/N was happier around the Party than she was around them.

"It's cause you're not funny, Eds," Richie shot back. "No wonder Y/N left us. We're a bunch of losers literally."

"Sh-Sh-Shut up," Bill called out, tired of their behavior and tones.

Richie whirled around so fast that he whacked Eddie who let out a cry of protest. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said as he looked at Bill in disbelief. When Bill didn't look up, Richie stomped over to his friend. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Are you really so blind that you don't see your girl over there with her arms fucking linked with another boy? He's stealing her right in front of your eyes, dumbass. How are you not the slightest bit mad or jealous?" Richie asked. "Cause me being Y/N's friend and seeing her talking to them and not us is making me mad and I'm not the one that had a crush on her."

Bill frowned at that and looked up, but he froze at the sight of Y/N laughing at something Dustin had told her as she leaned into Will and wiped at her tears. Her arm was linked with Will's like Richie had said and she was resting her head on his shoulder as she looked up at Dustin with a huge grin on her face.

Bill's heart broke at the sight.

Bill cleared his throat and quickly looked away, blinking fast to keep the tears from coming. "Sh-Sh-She's not my g-g-girl. She can d-d-do whatever the h-h-hell she w-w-wants," he muttered.

Richie felt a wave of guilt wash over him once he realized how upset he had just made his friend, but Y/N's laughter had him turning back to look at her, a new wave of anger washing over him at the fact that she was now hurting Bill without even knowing it.

"How can someone be that funny? I mean, there's no way!" Richie exclaimed.

"Aren't they supposed to be gathering weapons anyways? Not joking around?" Stan asked.

"They did gather weapons," Ben pointed out as he gestured towards the few crowbars, bats, and other weapons they had gathered. "They even got flashlights and rope."

"Still, how are they so funny? Especially that Wheeler kid. She must be laughing at how funny looking he is," Richie concluded making the others raise their eyebrows at him.

Beverly rolled her eyes at Richie before glancing at Bill who was busy glaring at Will and Dustin. Beverly scoffed and stood up causing the Losers to all snap their attention over to her.

"Are you all being serious right now?" Beverly asked while the boys all gave her confused looks, not understanding what she was getting at. "You know that Y/N cares about each of you more than life itself, but you also need to understand that she can care about other people just as much. They were her first friends, guys. That group went through so much shit together just like we have and they haven't seen each other in two whole years!"

The boys didn't respond and Beverly just gave them an angry look as she narrowed her eyes. "I swear to God if Y/N hears one word from your jealous asses I will kill you. Now stop being self conscious pussies and be happy for your friend," she spat before she stormed away from the group and over to the Party.

They watched as Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of Beverly before she grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her over to Max and Eleven, the four girls instantly falling into conversation. The boys all felt a wave of guilt wash over them, but none of them felt like going over and trying to talk to Y/N or the rest of the members of the Party.

It took only a minute before Richie, Eddie, Stan and Ben returned to their complaining as they watched their friend, but Bill took the longest to return back to what he had been doing before. His eyes were still on Y/N and his heart ached as he watched her.

He knew there was some truth to Beverly's words, but it was hard to believe everything she said after he had seen how happy Y/N was. How come he couldn't make her laugh like that? Or smile like that?

He would do anything to be in the receiving end of that smile. Hell, he would probably swoon at the sight.

Did she not like him the way he thought she had? For a moment he had thought she maybe returned his feelings, but now he wasn't so sure. If she had then he would be able to make her that happy, right?

Bill let out a small sigh and took in a deep breath before going back to the maps, trying everything in his power not to let his feelings get to him so much. But even he couldn't stop the one traitor tear from falling down his face as he realized he would never be able to make Y/N as happy as he had hoped.

If only he knew how he looked in Y/N's eyes. Then maybe he wouldn't have doubted himself and maybe he wouldn't have ended up hurting her later that night.

- - -

"Y/N!" Eleven cried out as she jumped onto the girl from behind, a laugh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms around her giggling friend who had been busy sorting through the weapons with Steve and Wheeler.

"El!" Y/N mockingly yelled back as she looked over her shoulder at her friend.

Eleven chuckled and got off of her before glancing over at Steve and Wheeler. "I'm going to steal her for a few minutes," she said. She didn't bother waiting for a response from the boys before she was dragging Y/N away and over to where Beverly and Max were sitting.

"No, yeah I love your hair! I always wanted to try and cut mine short, but I'm afraid it will turn out bad," Max said as she looked at Beverly's haircut. "Who cut your hair because it looks so good!"

"I did actually," Beverly told her.

"No way!" Max gasped. "It looks so good, Beverly!"

"Thanks," Beverly said before she happened to notice Eleven and Y/N walking up to them. "Oh, hey Y/N!"

"Hey," Y/N greeted as Max also turned to look at her friends. Max's eyes lit up at the sight of the girl and she was quick to stand up before her and Eleven practically shoved Y/N into the place Max had just been sitting.

"Woah, okay," Y/N muttered as she adjusted herself so that she was more comfortable. When she looked back up, Eleven and Max were looking at her expectantly while Beverly gave her an apologetic smile.

"What?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing in curiosity as she wondered what her friends were up to.

"So we've been talking to Beverly," Max began. "She was telling us some funny stories about you when we heard some interesting stuff and-"

"Tell us about you and Bill!" Eleven interrupted, her eyes shining with excitement as she clasped her hands together and tucked them under her chin.

Y/N's eyes widened. "Me and Bill? Wh-What about me and Bill?" she asked. "We're just friends."

Max and Eleven both gave each other a look before raising their eyebrows at their friend. "Come on. We can tell by the way you look at him that you like him. Just admit it," Max prompted.

"What?" Y/N asked, her voice high and her face a dark shade of red. "Me like Bill?"

"Friends don't lie. You like him, Y/N. Admit it," Eleven insisted.

Y/N blushed even more before burying her face into her hands. "Okay, I like him," she whispered, not looking up to watch as her friends let out squeals and began to whack each other.

"We knew it!" Max exclaimed. "Beverly already told us, but like, we knew it!"

Y/N lifted her head to glance over at Beverly who smiled sheepishly. "They did already know it," Beverly said.

"So it's that obvious?" Y/N asked with wide eyes filled with horror at the thought of Bill knowing that she liked him.

"To everyone but you two," Eleven said.

"Yeah, Bill's kind of oblivious," Beverly agreed. "I don't think he knows."

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief causing Max to raise an eyebrow. "Would it be so bad if he did?" the red head asked.

"I mean, I guess not," Y/N whispered as she looked down. She would love to be able to tell Bill how she felt, to let him know just how much he meant to her even if he didn't feel the same way.

"But," Beverly said, already knowing that wasn't all the girl had to say.

"What if it ruins our friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way?" Y/N asked.

The three girls' mouths dropped open at the same time before they all laughed. "First of all, he does feel the same way. It's obvious just by the way he looks at you like you're an angel walking on this earth," Max said.

"Secondly, it won't ruin your friendship," Eleven told her.

"What they said. I'm pretty sure that even if you and Bill went south that you two would still be friends. You two have been close ever since you moved here, Y/N. He wouldn't be the type of person to push you away like that. Besides, I wouldn't let him and I'm sure El and Max wouldn't either," Beverly said.

"Yeah, we'd beat his ass," Max agreed while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

Y/N chuckled and smiled softly at her friends. "Thanks. I love you all so much," she said causing Eleven, Max, and Beverly to smile before they pulled the girl in for a group hug.

When they pulled away, they thankfully let the topic of Bill drop. Max and Eleven began talking to Beverly about her hair again and about her relationship with Ben while Y/N slowly zoned out.

She let her eyes flicker over to Bill who was across the room still working on the maps and trying to fold them. As if sensing her gaze, his eyes flickered up and locked with hers. Y/N sent a small smile in his direction, but to her surprise he didn't even smile before he just looked down at the maps again.

Y/N blinked in surprise before quickly looking away with a sad look on her face, not noticing the way that Bill looked back up at her sadly after.

- - -

It was around eleven o'clock that night before Y/N heard Ben call out, "We'll see you in the morning, Y/N!"

The girl quieted down her laughter and looked away from Lucas and Wheeler and over to where Beverly and Ben were standing by the stairs. Y/N was quick to get up and she smiled as she made her way across the room to hug both Ben and Beverly.

At the sight of her smile and the fact that she had left her other friends just to hug him goodbye, Ben suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized how wrong he had been earlier for judging the girl and for complaining about her hanging out with her other friends.

"Night, guys. I'll see you in the morning," Y/N said before pulling away to look for the others. Her smile slowly disappeared once she realized that Richie, Eddie, Stan, and Bill were all gone.

"Where. . .where did the others go?" Y/N questioned as she looked to Ben and Beverly confused.

Ben looked down at his shoes before saying, "They all left a little bit ago. Bill went first and then Richie, Eddie, and Stan followed not too long after."

"Why?" Y/N asked, trying not to sound upset. "They didn't even start goodbye."

Ben didn't respond and Y/N frowned before saying, "Uh. . .I guess I'll see you guys in the morning, yeah?"

Beverly and Ben nodded with small smiles before turning to go up the stairs. "Bye, Y/N," the two called out before disappearing into the night.

Y/N kind of stood there for a moment after the door closed behind them, her thoughts racing as she tried to think of a reason for her friends' sudden departure. Had she done something wrong? Were they okay?

Hands on her shoulders made her jump slightly, but she instantly relaxed when she looked over her shoulder to see Steve standing right behind her. He titled his head slightly and gave her one of his warm smiles before asking with a hint of worry on his voice, "You okay, squirt?"

Y/N turned completely to face him before smiling softly and hugging the boy. She dug her face into his side and he wrapped his arms around her with no questions asked. Y/N was silent as she breathed in his scent, a small feeling of familiarity and her childhood washing over her.

"I'm doing good," she whispered, her heart warm due to the fact that her two friend groups had finally met and she had them both by her side. "I'll be better when Mike's home though. He's so sweet and kind. We like to go out to his farm sometimes and I'll help him with the animals. You're going to love him."

"As long as he's not like Trashmouth, I'm sure I will," Steve laughed making Y/N chuckle softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"Oh, Richie's not that bad. He can take things far and curse most of the time, but he's got a kind heart and he is probably one of the best people you'll meet once you really get to know him," Y/N said, a smile on her face as she talked about her friend.

"They all are in fact. I mean, you've got Stan who is easy to relate with. When he knows I'm having a bad day, he always takes me bird watching and doesn't pester me with what's wrong, only stays by my side so I'm not alone. Then there's Ben who is the sweetest little human being you'll ever meet. He's the boy that will go to the library all the time with me just to research random things."

"We've got Eddie who is practically the mother of the group sometimes. He cares about my health more than I do and is always making sure that I'm okay. There's a little hammock in one of the group's hang out spots and he'll always sit with me and we'll read comics together. Then you've got Beverly who's a total badass. I tell her practically everything and I swear she knows more about me than I do. Every Saturday morning, we take a break from the boys and will go out to breakfast and catch up."

"Finally, you've got Bill. He's the one that I'm closest to out of all of them. He was my first real friend and helped me a lot on my first day of school," Y/N said. She looked down and smiled fondly as she whispered, "I'll never be able to pay him back for what he's done for me." She was quiet for a second before looking up at Steve and saying, "He means a lot to me. They all do really."

Steve smiled softly at the girl as she rambled in about her friends, a warm feeling of relief washing over him as he realized that Y/N has been fine and loved over the past two years.

"You really care about those friends of yours, huh?" Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

Y/N smiled fondly and nodded her head as she softly said, "They're my best friends. I would do anything for them just like I would for you guys."

Steve's smile grew slightly at that, thankful that Y/N had some pretty great friends by her side. Y/N smiled back before turning to check and make sure that the weapons and maps were ready. Once she knew that they were, she clapped her hands together once before saying to the Party, "Okay, now that we have a plan to head out after school tomorrow and everything is all set up. . .who wants to watch a movie?"

The Party all perked up at that. "Yes! Star Wars please!" Will exclaimed.

"What? No, let's watch Back to the Future," Dustin complained.

"I vote Star Wars," Max agreed.

"Me too," Lucas said.

"No, guys. Back to the Future all the way," Wheeler argued while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

"Back to the Future's the one where the mom is trying to hook up with her son, right?" Steve asked.

"I mean that's not the point of the movie, but yes," Y/N said with a small laugh.

"Okay, I vote that one," Steve said.

"Sorry, Will. I've got to go with Back to the Future which means that Back to the Future wins," Y/N said making the boy pout. Y/N just gave him a small smile which he returned before she gestured towards the stairs that led up to her house. "I'll be back."

In just a matter of minutes, Y/N had sprinted upstairs and found the movie. She had received a call from her parents a few hours before about how they had a last minute business conference an hour away that they had to go to and would be gone for the next couple of days, so it was no surprise that no one was around when she was running around trying to find the movie.

Upon finding the movie, Y/N began to make her way towards the basement when she paused next to the phone. She stared at it in silence for a moment before setting the movie down, picking up the phone, and dialing the number that she knew by heart due to the many late night conversations she had with the person on the other end of the line.

"H-H-Hello?"

"Bill?" Y/N said. "It's Y/N."

"Oh. H-H-Hi, Y/N," Bill muttered.

Y/N frowned slightly, but shrugged it off. "I just wanted to call and see if you were okay. You left early, so I wasn't sure if something was wrong," she said.

"I'm f-f-fine," Bill replied, leaving his reply at that and his tone coming out colder and sharper than usual.

Y/N blinked in surprise before nervously chuckling, "Oh, okay. That's good. Why. . .why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

"I w-w-was just tired which I s-s-still am. I'll s-s-see you in the m-m-morning, okay?" Bill told her.

"Oh, okay. Um. . .goodni-" but before Y/N could finish what she asked saying, the boy had hung up. Y/N stood there in silence, her grip on the phone loosening slightly as tears began to fill her eyes. Swallowing thickly, the girl blinked rapidly to stop her tears before taking in a deep breath.

Bill is just tired, she reminded herself. He's not trying to be mean.

Once she had calmed herself down, Y/N put a smile on her face and bounded down the stairs of her basement to have a movie night with her friends. They had all passed out within an hour, Y/N with her head against Steve's side, her feet in Dustin's lap and Will's head on her stomach. Just below them on the floor were Wheeler and Eleven cuddled up together and Max and Lucas doing the same thing.

Y/N found herself looking around the group for a quick second as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the nights like these that they used to have before she left Hawkins. Nancy and Jonathan had been with them too and Joyce and Hopper had been the ones to cover them all with blankets while they slept.

So with her friends surrounding her, Y/N fell asleep with memories of Hawkins and her old life filling her head.

- - -

Y/N didn't know what to think when she woke up the next day to find that everyone in the Losers' Club except for Beverly weren't talking to her. Bill hadn't even been waiting for her that morning like he usually did before they rode to school together.

Everyone was either avoiding her like Bill was or being weird and looking uncomfortable around her like Eddie was. Y/N didn't know what she had done wrong, so she went through the day having no one but Beverly by her side.

Y/N almost felt bad for having chosen to wear Bill's jacket to school that day, a sinking feeling in her gut as she thought that maybe that was only making Bill more mad at her. Beverly wouldn't tell her why he or the others were and at her in the first place, so Y/N didn't even know how to fix anything.

This meant that when lunch rolled around, it was even quieter than usual. It was actually completely silent and not even Richie had some snarky thing to say. The group all just ate their food in silence with Y/N sparing sad glances in her friends' directions while Beverly glared at the boys, pissed at the way they were acting.

Y/N tried to strike up a conversation a few times, but it always received a one word answer in response before silence followed. After a while, Y/N gave up and most of the lunch period was spent with the boys staring at their meals while Y/N stared at them with a saddened and hurt expression.

It wasn't until everyone was getting ready to leave that Y/N let out a sigh and said, "Hey, I don't know what I did, but I just wanted to tell you guys thank you for being so nice to my friends last night."

This surprised the group and they all slowly looked up at her, finally allowing their eyes to lock on her face.

"Those guys mean about as much to me as you guys do and I've been wanting to introduce you all for so long. I really hoped you guys liked them. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I really appreciate it," she told them as she gave them all a small smile despite the tears that had begun to fill her eyes.

The group all stared at her in silence as the bell rang behind them, signaling that the lunch period was over. Y/N let out another sigh and stood up as she grabbed her things. "Uh. . .I'll see you guys later," she whispered before hurrying away from the table and out of the cafeteria, leaving the boys feeling guilty.

Beverly shook her head at the boys as she stood up. "You guys are ridiculous. Not only did you not give her friends a chance last night, but now you're punishing Y/N for talking to her other friends instead of you by ignoring her? I'm disappointed in all of you," she said.

Her eyes flickered over to Bill and they narrowed. "Especially you, Bill. We all know you care about her, so why the hell would you treat her the way that you have been? She told me about the phone call last night. She called to check and see if your dumbass was okay and you were rude and snippy with her before you had the audacity to hang up on her? What the fuck were you thinking?" she asked in disbelief.

"You all need to apologize to Y/N for the way you have been acting. She has talked so highly of you to the others and you all have done nothing but prove her wrong. There's no way we are going to be able to help Mike and defeat the Upside Down and It with you all sad and not thinking straight. So man up and go apologize before you lose her for real," Beverly spat before she angrily got up from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria, no doubt going to try and find Y/N.

"Did you see how upset Y/N looked when she left?" Eddie whispered, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he broke the moment of silence that had fallen over them after Beverly left.

"She looked like she was about to cry," Ben said just above a whisper.

"We did that," Stan muttered, his head bowed as he stared at his hands sadly.

"Fuck," Richie muttered as a feeling of intense guilt hit both him and the other Losers. "We messed up big time, boys."

Bill was silent as he stared at the doors Y/N had walked through only moments before. He hadn't been blind and had noticed her wearing his jacket today, the sight making his heart flutter. But as he looked from the door to the jacket that Y/N had secretly left behind on her seat for Bill was enough to make his heart break.

Richie was right. They had messed up.

They had messed up bad.

- - -

The final bell of the day made Y/N feel both relieved and scared. Relieved because she was finally going to be able to save Mike, but scared because she would have to go back into the Upside Down and she had a sinking feeling in her gut about what was going to happen.

She hadn't seen the guys for the rest of the day, but Beverly had made sure to always stick by her side. That's how the two ended up leaving the school together with their arms locked and small laughs escaping their lips as Y/N told Beverly about the time Dustin sang the song 'Never-Ending Story' with his girlfriend Susie over a walkie talkie system for everyone to see.

"I'm not even kidding," Y/N laughed. "Just picture it. Everyone is either being chased by the fucking Mindflayer or trying to save the world and I'm sitting there watching Dustin sing his heart out with Lucas' little sister by my side. It was hilarious!"

Beverly laughed so hard that she snorted. "I bet it was. I can't believe-" she began, but she trailed off once she saw Y/N smile disappear as she froze beside her. Beverly turned her head to see what Y/N was looking at and instantly frowned at the sight of the boys all standing by their bikes waiting for the two girls.

Beverly released Y/N's arm and Y/an glanced at her friends before looking away and walking over to her bike. "I'm surprised you all waited for me," Y/N said in a monotone voice as she approached her bike.

Eddie was the first to break and he sighed before saying, "We're sorry for the way we've been acting."

Y/N froze at that and rested her hands on her bike handles before looking up at the group. "What?" she asked, both her and Beverly staring at the boys in surprise. Although Beverly was smiling slightly due to the fact that the boys were finally apologizing after a long day of no one talking to each other.

"Yeah, the way we acted was unacceptable," Ben agreed. "And we're sorry for that."

"We. . .we were jealous," Stan admitted making Y/N blink in surprise.

"Jealous?" she asked confused.

"We were jealous of your other friends. We. . .we thought you were forgetting about us, that you didn't care about us like you did them. So we turned into a bunch of fucking jealous assholes and hurt you in the process," Richie sighed and the fact that he was speaking his feelings was enough to make Y/N realize how serious they were being.

"Guys. . ."she whispered sadly, hating that she made them feel like that. "I don't want you to ever feel like that, okay? I love you all so fucking much that it scares me sometimes to be completely honest. I've known you for what, two years now? I've known the others my whole life, so of course things are going to be a little different around them. But that does not mean I don't love and care about you guys any less. The Losers' Club is my family, you guys are my family. You're my life honestly and I wouldn't trade moving here for the world."

The Losers' all teared up a little at those words and Ben was the first to drop his bike to go over and hug Y/N. The girl chuckled and hugged the boy back while the others quickly came over to hug her as well. She hugged Eddie and Stan before hugging Beverly and Richie who held her the tightest.

The one thing about Richie was that he tried to act like he didn't care when he actually cared the most, so Y/N made a point to hug him back just as hard which made the boy dig his face into her shoulder as he held her.

Once she had hugged each of them, she pulled away to see Bill kind of standing there by himself. The two hadn't hugged or even spoken to each other yet and Y/N knew that their talk was going to be a little longer and more personal than the other. Bill must've known too because he glanced at his friends and gave them a pleading look as he said, "C-C-Can you all give us a m-m-minute?"

"Yeah," Beverly said. "We'll ride on ahead and you two can catch up, okay?"

Then, before the others could complain, Beverly pushed the boys to their bikes and they all began to bike away. That left Y/N and Bill standing there at the front of the school with their bikes by their side.

Y/N looked down at her feet before whispering, "You done ignoring me now?"

There was a beat of silence and she slowly looked up through her eyelashes only to have Bill rush forward and hug her, the action making both of their bikes fall over and hit the ground. Y/N's arms were out in surprise, but she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around the boy, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Bill whispered into her ear as he practically cradled her head against his body. "I'm so sorry. I let R-R-Richie get to me and the w-w-way I acted around you was un-un-unacceptable. I mean, even that ph-ph-phone call was rude. You w-w-were just checking up on m-m-me and I hung up on you w-w-without even giving a r-r-reason. I didn't mean to h-h-hurt you and I'm so s-s-sorry for that."

"Why'd you do it? What did Richie say?" Y/N asked softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"What Richie said wasn't important," Bill told her, his head bowed. "It was what I told myself that got in the way."

"And what did you tell yourself?" she questioned.

"I-I-I thought I c-c-couldn't make you as h-h-happy as they could," Bill admitted. "Th-Th-That I would n-n-never make you as h-h-happy as they could."

Y/N's face softened at that and she furrowed her eyebrows as she lifted a hand up and placed it against Bill's cheek. "Bill, why would you think such a thing?" she asked, the disbelief evident in her voice.

"The w-w-way you laughed. . .the way you s-s-smiled. . .I'd never seen you l-l-look that happy," Bill muttered.

"Bill, that's not true in any way, shape, or form," she assured him. Y/N lovingly rubbed her thumb against his cheek before smiling softly at him.

"I'm my happiest when I'm with you."

Bill blushed at that, his eyes flickering over her face before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her own. The two both let their eyes close as they enjoyed this moment, their arms holding onto each other while their foreheads touched.

"I r-r-really am sorry," Bill whispered, not opening his eyes.

Y/N smiled softly and opened her eyes long enough so that she could push herself up on her tip toes and press a kiss to Bill's cheek. He instantly leaned into her touch, his arm that was around her pulling her even closer to his body if that was possible.

"I forgive you," Y/N assured him once she had pulled away, Bill turning his face so that their noses brushed against each other and their eyes locked. Both of their faces were red and they were silent for a moment before Y/N smiled and said, "You should know better than to listen to Richie."

Bill chuckled softly and pulled away to press a small kiss to her forehead before he pulled away from her and went over to his backpack. "Yeah, p-p-probably not my s-s-smartest move," he said as he opened his backpack and pulled out his jacket. The same jacket that Y/N had in her possession only a few hours before.

Y/N's smile dropped slightly at the sight. "Oh, I should've told you that I was leaving it for you. I hadn’t meant to keep it so long," she told him, but the boy only smiled and walked over to her with it in his hand.

"I-I-I want you to w-w-wear it," Bill admitted, both of the teens' faces growing redder by the second.

"Really?" Y/N asked, her face lighting up slightly and a hopeful tone in her voice.

Bill nodded and Y/N smiled before turning around. Bill held the jacket up and she slid her arms into the sleeves before Bill put the jacket on her the rest of the way. She turned around and gave the boy a teasing smile.

"So how do I look?" Y/N asked as she struck a few poses for him, a giggle escaping her lips as she did.

Bill chuckled and smiled fondly at the girl. "Beautiful," he told her. "Just like always."

Y/N blushed slightly before going to grab her bike. She picked it up before sending a small smile in Bill's direction. "Come on, Bill. It's time to go save our friend," she said.

And with that, the two got onto their bikes and began to bike after their friends, Bill's eyes locked on Y/N and his jacket that was blowing in the wind behind her.

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