#See you next Monday for chapter 4. It's a pretty long one.

[jillsandwhichs]

RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 9 , Tip

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Pairing: F!Reader x Leon Kennedy

Summary: You are a waitress at a local diner in the city. Sure, you've had your fair share of flirty, pervy customers but none have ever been as enticing as this one

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers/Hookup

WC: 4.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Reader is in early adult years, Leon is late 20s, Flirting, Leon is cocky and rich, BJ, Slight cum kink, Spanking, Hair pulling, Cums in your mouth, Protected P in V, Riding, Dry humping and Dirty talk

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It has just been another casual day at the diner. Cleaning tables and dishes, attending to customers and sweeping the floors, it's just another Monday. Waiting tables is what you do for a living, for now. It isn't ideal but you don't mind it too much. You always get decent tips and an alright pay. You live alone so you don't have to worry too much about how big your paycheck is or how much you make in tips daily. As long as you're rolling in dough, you're set.

This day particularly has been slow. Mondays are one of the slowest days of the week because it's the first work day which means less business. It's mainly older people and church groups who eat during the day on Mondays but towards the later hours of the day, families and sports teams come in. The diner you work for is the hot spot in the city. Everyone who lives in the city or nearby comes often.

Your shift is getting closer to being done. You only have two hours left. It ends at 4:00 PM and you started work today at 8:00 AM. It's been so slow that it feels as if you've been here since yesterday. You can't wait to get back to your homey apartment. You have an essay due today in your Art History class so you'll have to get that done but after that, the rest of the day is yours!

Wiping down a table, you heard the main door open. There is a bell attached to the top of it to tell workers anytime someone walks in or not. The two customers that were just at this booth made sure to clean up their space and it put you in an even better mood. You sprayed hygienic water onto the table one last time and wiped it down before setting out new napkins and silverware for when the next group comes in.

You were about to amble off to the back but you were stopped by a man's voice. His voice was deep and husky. It startled you a bit, admittedly. You turned around to face and you were left stunned by how tall he was. You're short, yes, but this man is a giant! Your eyes went up to meet with his. His are a bright blue. They are oceanic. He has a broad stature too, he clearly works out often. He's wearing a casual outfit but it still appears a bit more fancy for where he's currently at.

"Excuse me, could I get a table for one? Just looking to have some lunch." He said in that deep voice. You looked him up and down and as you did, he said another thing. "My eyes are up here." He teased, his blue eyes locking with yours. You felt embarrassment wash over you. How could you not admire this man? He looks like a model. "Um, sorry... Just follow me." You murmured, heading towards a clean circle table near the center of the diner.

The man followed behind you and once you presented the table to him, he took his seat. "I'll be back shortly. Figure out what you'd like to drink until then." "Wait, what's your name? Isn't it courtesy that the waitress tells her waiters her name?" You told him his name with a scoff. He seems slightly cocky. "Pretty name. I'm Leon." Leon stated. "Cool name. I'll be back shortly." You said a bit more sternly. You walked off and pushed the back door open to enter the kitchen.

You checked to see if all of the drink machines are still working. Your manager let you know yesterday that they've been a bit janky. You tested each one and they all seemingly worked. Only three other people are working with you today. Leah, Maverick and Dean. Leah is a waitress and Mav & Dean are cooks. Mondays truly are so easy to work.

You exited the kitchen and went to wait another table before Leon's. This table just wanted one plate of Alfredo and a plate of beef stew. "I'll have those out to you two in a bit." You said with your customer service voice. You've gotten very good at it. Strolling over to the kitchen, you stuck your ticket up on the metal bar. "Order for table four, be quick guys." You said to both of the men working. You trust they'll get it done quickly.

Leah was waiting her own section of tables. Hers seem to be going by a lot faster which irritates you. You want more tables for more money. You don't necessarily need it, but of course it's nice to have.

Making your way back over to Leon, you saw his face weirdly light up when he saw you. Is this guy a creeper? You stood in front of his table with a notepad before asking what he'd like to drink and eat. "I'll just take a coke and to eat, I'll have your creamy ravioli. I have a question for you now." He stated. "Uh, okay, go ahead and ask." You replied softly as you wrote his order down. "When is your shift over?" "That is none of your concern."

Assumption confirmed, this guy is a weirdo. Why would some elegant looking man be asking you of all people that odd question? Does he want to kidnap you or something? You were always taught to not give out info like that. It's vital.

"I'm not some pervert or anything." He chuckled. "Can a man not be curious?" "Why are you curious about when I get off of work?" "Because I think you're a pretty girl and I'd like to take you out." Leon smirked at you. "I bet you say that to all the ladies." You rolled your eyes. "I'll be back with your food in a bit." You scoffed and went to walk off but this arrogant man stopped you once again.

"When does your shift end?" This guy's persistence is appalling. Can't he take a hint? "None of your business." "Three? Four? Tell me." He said softly, his tone a lot less deep down. You sighed deeply. It won't kill for him to know. You're going straight home anyways. "Four. You aren't taking me out." "We'll see about that." You gave him an irritated look and trailed off. You're just going to give the paper to the chefs so that this man can leave ASAP.

Stepping up to the kitchen area again, you handed them a new ticket. You want this Leon guy in and out of here. You've had one to many men hitting on you, do these men realize how young you are? Leon appears to be in his late twenties, possibly early thirties and you're a College student! Men are so desperate nowadays. Sure, drabbling in older men isn't a bad thing, but not these kind of older men.

You grabbed a tray of refill drinks to take to one of your other tables. You almost forgot about them.

Exiting the kitchen, you went over to their table and set their drinks down. "A water for the lady and a coke for the gentleman. Enjoy." Leah will most likely take this section over soon, she tends to. Your eyes went to Leon's table and unsurprisingly, his eyes were on you. "What a loser." You mumbled beneath your breath. He's a handsome man, most definitely, but why would he want anything to do with you? He's probably just trying to get a quick fuck in.

If he wasn't so forward and weird about it, you would probably give in. That pretty much sums up how you are as a girl. You aren't a virgin, you like sex and you've never had it with an older man. You bet it's quite the experience.

After waiting almost eight minutes, you got the couples food to them and set it down. "Here you two go. Enjoy." You said with a friendly tone. Leon's was done as well. Time to journey back to the table of doom.

With the bowl and drink in hand, you went to Leon's table and set both down. "There you go. Enjoy your beverage and meal." "I sure will. Thank you." Leon replied, looking you up and down. His look is rather enticing. He's an enticing man. "Don't look at me like that." You said with a shy tone. It made you rather nervous, shy even. No man has made you feel that way in some time. "Like what?" "Like that."

He knows what he is doing. He does. "What is your problem?" You put your hands on your hips. This is completely against protocol. Even when a customer is an ass, you should remain calm and collected but God, this guy is insufferable. "I'll answer anything you'd like... If you agree to come with me after my shift." Has this man ever learned about stranger danger. "No, you could be a murderer." "I could be, but I'm not. I'm just a blind dog looking for a bone." He is cheesy.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temple.

"What is it you want?" "You." "Why?" "I can see you're different. Plus, you're stunning." The compliment made your stomach heat up. "Different? You've spoken to me only a little." "What's your point?" "You know nothing about me." "I'd like to know everything about you." God, can he not take a hint? You giggled. "We can just sit in my car after your shift and talk. We'll even stay in the parking lot, if that makes you feel safer." He smirked at you.

Why is he so fucking convincing???

Your eyes scanned the clock above one of the tables and you heaved softly. "Come back at four. We'll talk then." You smiled softly but tried to hide it. Leon bit his lip and nodded. "See you then."

-

Four PM.

You're in the locker room. It's a small but useful room. Your removed your apron and released your hair from its ponytail. You shook your hair and brushed it slightly. For a moment, you completely forgot about the whole Leon situation, but it's suddenly hit you. Before he left his table, he left you a $50 tip. That's insane. You were grateful and expressed that. You suppose its only respectful if you go with him.

He promised to even let you hold onto his car keys if it makes you feel better. You know what it'll most likely turn into and you're down, even though you didn't want to admit it at first.

You left the room and pushed open the entry door back into the restaurant and you saw Leon's car out in the parking lot. You sighed deeply and looked over to Dean who was also about to clock out. "See you Wednesday." "See you then." Dean waved goodbye to you. You returned the gesture and made your way out of the diner.

Leon's eyes met with yours. Those blue orbs, they are intoxicating. You rolled your eyes and walked up to his vehicle. He has a Cadillac. You can tell by its shape and symbol. He nudged his head for you to get in, and you did. You opened up the passenger door and sat down and immediately put your hand out. "Keys." "Right here." He placed them in your hand. They are the right keys. This eased you a lot more.

"What do you want with me? Do you do this with other women?" "I mean, I have. I won't lie to you. It has been a long time though, little over a year." Leon tittered. "I just think you're very pretty." "You've established that." "Isn't it rather obvious what I'd like to do with and to you?" That made your heart skip beats. "Not really." You have an idea. You'll play dumb though. You want to hear it from his own mouth.

Leon laughed and grinned. He leaned a bit closer to you. "I entered that diner and immediately saw a pretty girl with a pretty mouth. I'd like to see it around my dick." You lost your breath at his words. It's been a long time since you've hooked up with anyone and this is quite the way for it to happen after all this time. "What?" You said breathlessly. "I also want to show you how a real man fucks. Not none of that College boy bullshit." He adjusted himself. So he is aware that you are in College. Great guess.

Running your fingers through your hair, you felt your entire body heating up. You were most definitely blushing. You could feel the gush between your folds beginning to form. "If you want to just hookup with girls, why not use Tinder?" "I find doing it through person more real and authentic." You couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not. "You are a total creep." "I'm a man with needs and you'd fulfill them well." You scoffed at his sentence. "Bite me." You went to open the car door but he grabbed your wrist.

"Hey, no, no, please." Leon said softly. "If you really want to go, then okay, have at it but I promise I'll give you such a good time." Leon pleaded with you. His tone was desperate. Why was that attractive to you? Your eyes went to his bulge. He was clearly rock hard. You are wet, you can feel it. Why do you feel so odd for doing this? It's just a hookup.

You bit your lip and analyzed the outside area before handing him his keys. "There's an alleyway about three block from here. Take us and I'll hookup with you." Confidence filled your voice. He laughed. "Smart girl." He turned his car on and began the drive to the alleyway, which only took maybe a minute or two.

-

The second he parked, your hands went to his belt and he snickered. "More eager and horny than I am now, huh?" "No. I just want to get this over with." "Right." He snorted. You removed his leather belt and tossed it in the back. You undid the singular button that was sown onto his pants and that was when his huge cock sprung out. Bigger than any you've ever seen or had. You already can foreshadow how this'll feel down your throat.

He already had precum as well. To you, cum is so hot. You have an intense kink for it. You rubbed the semen on your thumb and sucked it off of it. Leon chuckled. "That's a good sign." He hummed. You brushed your hair to the side and smiled at him. "Make sure my hair stays out of my face." "Will do." That was the last thing you said before you wrapped your lips around the base of his cock.

This isn't anything you haven't done before. You'd even call yourself a pro. At a slow pace, you moved your head up and down. He was big, so you wanted to take it at a decent pace. Leon's hand stayed on your back for the time being. You felt his hand rubbing it softly. He was being gentle with you. His tip kept hitting the roof of your mouth. You couldn't believe it but you could already sense you'd be gagging a whole lot.

With your tongue, you slurped around the head of his dick. You felt his hole twitch when you did that. "You're a fucking goddess at sucking dick." He said bluntly whilst his head went backwards. You wanted to laugh but you physically couldn't. You continued to lick and suck. It's weird but you want him to feel as though you're the best he's had. This is like a challenge for you, a game even.

You began to bob your head faster now. Your head moved up and down at a quick pace. Leon's hand tangled in your hair. His fingers tips lightly scratched your head and it made your pussy tingle. You haven't felt this way in such a long time. Leon wrapped your hair around his hand, his grip was firm. You knew he was this type. He seems like a kinky man overall.

The little whimpers you made caused Leon to moan himself. He found you very sexy and your noises only added to that. "You look beautiful like this." He huffed out. His throat felt like it was going to close. His muscles were tightening. His member was twitching in your mouth. The man is close.

"How many hummers have you had to give to be so good?" He grunted. Now he was basically pushing your head and pulling it back up. You didn't even have to do the work anymore. His hand pulled your hair and God, it felt good. You moaned around his dick. You swiped your tongue from the lower base and back up to the tip and that must've been his undoing.

Leon kept your head in place. His tip was deep throating you. That familiar taste filled your mouth and entered your taste buds. All cum has tasted similar to you with minor differences. Whats different about Leon's is the fact is more of a thick texture rather than the usual more liquidy version. It was fine though. You swallowed it all.

The man was panting heavily as you popped his cock out. Your licked your lips and wiped them with your sweater. "Jesus..." He laughed. "That was good." He praised you. "Unfuckingbelievable." He smirked at you. "I've had practice." "Clearly." He squeezed your hip and gazed at you. "Get in the back so I can fuck you." He chuckled. You giggled to and looked behind you.

You crawled over the center console and squealed as you felt a hard smack to your ass as you did. You briskly sat down and adjusted your skirt. You are wearing a beige sweater with a printed skirt. It was the change of clothes you brought to work since it's Fall. The weather is breezy & chilly but also warm and cozy. Leon just held his pants up as he got out of the car and got into the back. There was no way he was going to climb over as you did.

He sat down and spread his legs to a degree. He pulled his pants back down too. You gawked at him momentarily and he noticed. "Like what you see?" "Mhm." You nodded moderately. He laughed. "Sit on my lap." You listened. You straddled him. Hands on his shoulders and thighs on either side of his. His hands went to your waist. "Feel that?" He was referring to his tip rubbing against your panties.

"You need it inside of you, hm?" He began to slowly pull your hips forward. The slight grind he was forcing you to do made you even more soaked. "I do." You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "I know you do doll." You felt a surge of lust course through you. You want this man to destroy you.

One hand left your hip and went to his cock instead. He rubbed his tip against your cunt through your panties. "I can feel how wet you are." He sighed softly, kissing the side of your head. "I wanna feel how tight you are." He murmured against your ear before biting the lobe of it. You moaned and felt your stomach twist. How is he making you feel all these ways all at once? He's a master at this. It's such a turn on.

Pulling your panties to the side, he stroked his cock through your bare folds now, picking your wetness up. "How does this feel?" He said in a low tone. "Good. Really good." You hummed in reply, kissing his neck gently. "Mmm, good." He kissed your cheek. He let go of his cock and reached into his pocket. "Gotta wrap it." "Yeah." You snickered. You lifted your body up so he could put the rubber on. Once he did, he pulled you back down.

"Now princess, tell me, how does this feel?" And as he hummed that to you, he stuck his dick inside of you. You moaned softly and gripped his shirt. "Mmm, you just gave me the exact answer I was searching for." You moaned again and pressed your lips against his. You don't think Leon was expecting that, but he liked it. His hands went to your face as you began to both kiss him and ride him.

You rode him at an unrushed pace. He kissed you passionately. Almost right as you two started to make out, you both opened your mouths and tongued one another. You bounced on his cock as you stuck your tongue deep in his mouth. Leon caressed your face and slowly brought his hands down to your ass cheeks. He held onto them tightly and ever so often slapped them.

"You're so fucking tight." He grunted, licking your lip and kissing you again. "You feel so deep inside of me." You whimpered. It was true. He's so long and girthy. He's rubbing against your wet & gushy walls in the most pleasurable way. "You can take it. You're a slut, I know you can." You laughed at his words and bit his lower lip. "I'm not a whore." "You sure fuck like one. Look at how you're riding me." In all fairness, you are skillfully riding him and bouncing on him. Your movements are of expertise.

You rolled your eyes at his snotty words. "Guess me getting around has really paid off." "Yeah, sure, but I promise I'll be your best." He slapped your ass hard, making you speechless. Only noises of pleasure and need came from you. He felt so good. Your cunt was tightening around him, you could feel it and so could he.

Your head autonomously tilted backwards. Your mouth was agape as little whimpers emitted from him. Leon's hands continued to grip your ass. He occasionally spreaded your cheeks and stuck his finger on your anus, making your body shake. He must have a thing for that, you suppose. "Pretty girl." He reached his free hand up and taped it around your neck lightly. "Gonna make you have the best fucking orgasm." He whispered to you before he began to thrust up.

You quit moving your hips entirely and just sat there as he fucked you messily. His hip thrusts were sloppy but they were getting the job down. "Taking is so fucking well. I need you again sometime." You couldn't tell if there was truth in that or if it was pure lust and desire. You simply rested your head against his shoulder as he pumped up into you. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered, your tone soft and shaky. "Cum for me babygirl." Leon kissed your forehead.

That'll do it.

Your body shook as your orgasm blew over you. You felt waves and waves of pleasure crash into you out of no where. Your walls clenched around his member and that was what finished him off. "Fuuuck." His words dragged out as he came. Your arms encased around his neck and you just sat there as you came down from your high. He hugged you back. His cum squirted into the condom. You wish it could've been inside of you. Such a waste.

After a minute or so, you sat up and got off of him. You were breathless and at a loss for words. Your eyes glanced down at the condom; Pure white liquid filled it. "That was... God." You giggled, closing your legs and staring at him. He nodded and removed the condom, tossing it in a baggy. "Sure was." He caught his breath.

Leon looked at you and took your hand in his. "Was that the best orgasm you've had?" "I don't mean to bruise your ego but..." Leon snickered and playfully nudged you. "Shut up." You snorted and smiled at him. "Yeah, it was really good." You nodded. "I'm glad." He blew out a big breath of air.

"For the record, I wasn't just saying that." "Saying what?" "That I need you again sometime. I meant it." "Oh." You said with tranquility. "I'll give you my number then...?" "Yeah, I'll take it." Leon replied.

He handed you his phone and you began to jot the digits in.

This definitely won't be the last time you see Mr. Kennedy.

[humanitys-strongest-brat]

Kintsugi - ch.4

Pairing: Coach!Levi x Injured fem!Reader

CW: themes of injury, depression, and hopelessness. 18+ minors and ageless blogs dni.

wc: 3.5k

a/n: You all know the drill, thank you @tobbi-loves-levi for going over this chapter with me and helping me make it everything I wanted 💗

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An inviting herbal scent fills the air in Levi’s office, complemented nicely with a warm room temperature. While outside it’s quite hot around this time of June, the center is pretty consistently freezing; especially the ice rink. The printer whirls behind Levi’s office chair while he leans back with his arms stretched out to catch the papers as they slide out. He gathers them together, tapping them once on the desk before flipping open your file and placing them at the back. The start of your fifth week means you’re more than halfway through your estimated treatment plan with Levi. 

Levi spins the folder around so it’s facing you and scoots his chair in to lean over it, using his pen to point out specific milestones you have reached. “I think we should change our Wednesdays to off ice days for the remainder of our sessions.” He mentions as he flips through the pages. “Keep Mondays and Fridays as our rink days. Sound alright?” You nod in agreement, following Levi's pen as he goes through a loose schedule of goals he wants to reach over the next couple of weeks. 

��Sign here, then we can head down.” He double taps the signature line. “Oh, and you might want to think about reaching out to Tarasov again if you’re serious about getting involved once skating season begins.” 

You hadn’t considered how fast the time has gone by. Skating season starts in July and your sessions with Levi are on route to wrap up in just a few weeks. You should be happy, everything you worked for is starting to pay off and soon enough you’ll be working on getting back into competitions. Bit by bit all of your goals are being met, so why does your heart ache for more time? 

“You coming, or did you want to spend today’s session staring at my desk?” Levi asks. You’re not sure how long you went without responding to him. 

Your mind is elsewhere for the beginning of today’s session while you did your warm up basics, up until you had no choice but to put all of your mental energy into your target goal for today. Levi has you do Waltz jumps until you could do them with your eyes closed. By the time you move onto spins for the rest of your time, you think if you had to do another waltz you’d pull the hair out of your head. That’s the thing about Levi, he understands when something’s too much to handle but once he’s sure you can do it he’s not so easy on you. Funnily enough it’s one of your favorite things about him, and one of the leading reasons you can say you're making progress. He won't let you give up. 

***

On Wednesday you show up early again to watch Levi skate. Even though you know you won't be on the ice today, it’s still nice to be around it. Your fear of being turned away fades when he sees you standing at the boards and continues on with his routine anyways. Erwin shows up shortly after you and stands to your left. You can't help but be curious about him. He and Levi seem close, in fact you’ve never really seen Levi talk to anyone casually outside of erwin. 

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to start talking, neither of you taking your eyes off Levi. You learn that Erwin is a personal trainer based in the basketball wing of Sina, though he takes clients of any sport. He met Levi seven years ago when he first started working here because surprisingly enough, he’s a huge fan of ice sports. Soon you come to find that Erwin and Levi are a lot closer than you originally assumed. They even hangout outside of work too, though as Erwin put it, “it took some convincing.” With how reluctant Levi is to open up, you believe that. 

Levi finishes off with three consecutive jumps before gliding off towards the rink’s exit to get out of his skates.

“He adds one member to the audience and suddenly pulls out the big moves. Show off.” Erwin huffs out a laugh and thanks you for the pleasant conversation before turning and heading off.

Off-ice starts off as it usually would, stretches, ankle exercises, balance board, and spinners. Somewhere down the line you and Levi were practicing throws again. You don't know how it happened but you don’t care. It’s productive because it still helps you build back the skill of landing on your ankle and get used to the feeling of air time again. You slowly work on adding more rotations before landing and eventually Levi feels more comfortable throwing you higher. 

You dont think you’ll ever get tired of the feeling of Levi’s hands on you. It feels safe, he makes you feel light. No matter what, you're confident Levi would never put you at risk for another injury. There's no wiggle room in competitive figure skating. Everything has its order, but it doesn't feel that way with him. In a way you almost feel like he sets you free from that mindset. Even if it’s only for a small chunk of time each session. The following week, it’s now just an unspoken part of your routine.

***

You quickly learn that time is not a generous thing, the whole next week of sessions goes by much faster than you expected. You blame this on the fact that the more you worked with Levi the better you were getting. Once you started to get a handle on skating again after so much time off the ice it started to become more fun rather than something you needed to do to heal.

Every day that week, you showed up to watch Levi skate before your sessions. When you weren’t completely mesmerized by him, you took the opportunity to watch his form in real time rather than how he would present it to you during therapy. You think that helped you get things down as quickly as you are. 

This week marks the beginning of your last two weeks with Levi, and it’s all that you think about. That’s only six more sessions, two of which aren’t even on the ice. It’s not that you didn't think you were ready, no, you know you are. Levi has talked enough sense into you the last couple weeks to have you sure of that, paired with your progress he showed you in your file. It’s clear that you are recovering and building your skill back to how it was before your accident. It was scary to think about doing this without Levi, you still haven’t taken his advice on reaching out to your old coach. The second you do that it will just feel that much more real. You know how irresponsible it is to put off too, which only made it worse. 

Monday you show up to watch Levi skate as usual, quickly noticing that Erwin isn’t here. When he sees you he skates over to the board to greet you, which he usually doesn’t do. When he meets you at the boards he’s quiet for a moment, you can’t quite read the subtle expression on his face. 

“Do you want to come out here with me?” He asks, his question throwing you off a little.

“What, like early?” You ask. 

“No,” he pauses, brows furrowed lightly. Is he nervous? “To skate.” 

“You want me to skate with you?” 

“That’s what I said. Hurry up before I change my mind.” He says, pushing off the boards and skating off. That’s all you needed to hear. You pick up your bag and rush over to the bench to put your skates on, triple checking the laces before going out onto the ice with him. 

Levi meets up with you in the middle of the rink where you stand. “What should I do?” you ask, feeling lost without your usual directions. 

“Whatever you want.” Levi says “Don’t you ever skate for fun?”

You think about it, and you can honestly say that you don't. You haven’t since your accident and even before you can’t think of the last time you went ice skating for anything other than to maintain or improve your skill. “No.” You shake your head lightly. 

“Ah,” Levi hums “explains why you’re so damn hard on yourself. You know you should kind of enjoy this right?” His words sink deep, he’s right. You watch him as he zips off, all you can think to do is bits of your program from Nationals. You take out more of the extreme moves knowing Levi wouldn’t want you doing anything you haven’t worked much on during your sessions together. 

It’s slow, it’s choppy, but you landed everything you attempted. You stayed balanced on your ankle every time you tried, but it’s so hard to be reminded that it’s not the same. Thoughts creep in swiftly. How could you ever compete again? Especially when even after all the improvement you couldn’t even stitch together a smooth program. 

“It’s almost like you don’t need me anymore.” Levi comments as he meets back up with you. You wouldn’t say it outloud to him, but it only made you feel worse. It seems like Levi knows you more than you give him credit for. He doesn’t expand on that thought, but instead he asks if you want to try one with him. 

You agree, it would make it fun just like the throws you practice. Levi gives you a sequence that’s easy to follow and of course only includes two of the simpler jumps the two of you have worked on together as of recently. Essentially this is a pairs program, which is entirely new to you. 

Levi counts the two of you down to start off together, pushing off in sync you go through the motions with him. He starts off with his hand hovering over your lower back behind you, making sure you stay in line with him. Only when he’s sure you can stay in your path does he pull his hand back, allowing the two of you to go off into your first harmonized spin and jump combo.

After going through the routine two more times it’s almost flawless, even you could tell. You lean over with your hands on your knees “Do you want to try that throw?” You asked through labored breaths, though you were half joking. Levi won’t even entertain it. 

“Absolutely not. You need a break anyways.” You catch your breath by the boards with Levi standing across from you, seemingly unphased by the repeated routine the two of you just did. 

“Have you ever had Erwin come out here with you?” 

“Tried. He says he doesn’t want to become one of my clients.” 

You laugh before taking a drink from your water bottle and setting it back down on the ledge. You find yourself thinking over your routine with Levi again, and his words from earlier. You should be having fun skating and it was clear Levi did so you wonder.

“Do you ever miss competing?” You ask him, nervous that he may not appreciate the question.

“Every day.” His answer was not hesitant this time.

“You should get back into it.” You say softly.

“I can’t.” He replies and you can see by the look on his face it’s hard for him to talk about this. He’s being short, but not unwilling. 

“Are you kidding? Levi, you’re incredible out there.” Your expression softens as you try to be hopeful, maybe he just needs to hear it from someone. 

“That’s not my life anymore.” Out of all the weeks you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him sound so sad. Levi anxiously pulls at the hem of his sleeve before pulling it up and checking his watch “It’s time to start our session.” 

You ease off it, watching as he moves to skate towards the center of the rink. For the first time you don’t look forward to your session, the more you complete the more it dawns on you; your time with Levi is almost up.

That’s when it hits you

An idea.

***

Nervous is an understatement. Honestly, you felt like you were driving yourself crazy. When you came up with this idea, you thought it through a million times. It’s the scariest thing because if it doesn’t work out you’re screwed. You couldn’t keep it to yourself, you needed advice, and who better to ask than your best friend. 

Mikasa shows up around seven, prepared for your agreed upon sleepover plans made on Monday night with a set of comfy clothes and carry out from your favorite restaurant for dinner. When she let you know Friday night works for her you were thankful the weeks were going by so fast. You let her in and head straight to the couch, where you enjoy the meal while you start the first episode of a new series. 

“Well,” Mikasa hums when the two of you mutually decide to take a break from the show. “you’ve been awfully quiet about how it’s going in therapy.” 

You smile over at her, turning your body to face her. “Honestly? It was tough at first, I’m not going to lie. It’s a lot better now.” 

“So Levi didn’t scare you off then?” She jokes. “He won’t tell me anything, says you’re a client like any other so,” she trails off. 

“The opposite actually. He's,” You pause for a moment, breaking your eye contact with Mikasa. “He’s amazing. There’s no way I could have made any of the progress I have without him.” You tell her everything. Your progress in physical therapy, the clever ways Levi challenged your anxiety, even the throws and skating together before your sessions; another thing that became an unspoken addition to your routines with Levi. 

“He even opened up a little bit here and there about some of the things he struggled with after his injury.” You mention, and Mikasa’s eyes shoot open. Genuine shock taking over her expression. 

“Really?” She breathes.

“Just a little.” You say, shrugging. “I don’t know much, just that it seemed hard. I can’t even imagine.” 

Mikasa takes a minute to think about how to respond. “We didn’t see him for over a year. He skipped birthdays, holidays. His mom was sick over it for so long.” Mikasa gets quiet again. “He wasn’t the same for a long time, to this day he won’t speak about it.” It was difficult to hear, but made you wonder why Levi was so different around you. Why would he be more willing to answer your questions over his own family? You were scared more than ever now to bring up the idea you’ve been holding in the whole night.

“It sounds like he really likes you.” Mikasa says. “Seems like he found a friend in you.” It sounds silly, even coming from Mikasa. At the end of the day you aren’t oblivious to the fact that you’re a client of Levi’s, not a friend. As much as you wanted to push back you had more pressing matters on your mind. 

“Can I ask you something?” You brace yourself for the words that are about to come out of your mouth. 

“Sure,” Mikasa says softly.

“It might sound crazy,” You begin nervously. “I was thinking about asking him to be my coach after therapy is finished. It’s a shot in the dark, but I know I can do it with him.” You can’t help but feel like along with advice, you’re also asking for her blessing.

“I think that’s a great idea.” A warm smile spreads across Mikasa’s face, her eyes lighting up.

***

A long sigh escaped your lips as you plop down on the bench, your whole body surging with ache. Levi had chosen the last week of sessions to work on the more advanced jumps and spins. It was more so to make sure he could send you off to your coach confident that you knew what you were doing, and that you would be able to build your skill back up while training for competitions. 

Levi approaches you after he takes his own skates off, bumping your skate with his shoe to get your attention “What’s going on with you.” His tone laced with concern. 

“Huh?” You pick your head up, your confusion painted clearly across your face. 

“Something’s on your mind. This isn’t the week to lose focus.” He says plainly. 

You shake your head, turning your gaze back down and directing your attention back on getting your skates off so there was no chance for him to read your facial expression. Proving him right. “Everything’s fine Levi,” You try to assure him. The truth is, you were trying to wait until the last day to ask him. That way if it went badly you’d never have to face him again. Part of you didn’t even know why you were so worried about it. You set your skate on your lap, dragging a cloth across the blade to dry it before putting it away.

“The past four sessions you’ve been somewhere else. Today you barely even spoke.” His words cut through your chest, you forget how observant he is sometimes. “This is the most important part, I can’t release you unprepared.” 

“I didn’t fall once today.” You point out, in fact your session today felt a lot like your regular training. Just practicing to maintain. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Levi says. “Don’t tell me you’re second guessing about getting back into competitive skating.” 

You zip your bag up after dropping your other skate inside, whipping your attention back up at Levi. “No! Of course not.” You assure. Just looking at him hurts a little, you start to doubt your plan. It would uplift his whole career to take you under his wing, it almost felt selfish. You should be able to do this with Tarasov. Hell, she got you to Worlds the first time. You know reaching out to her this late would earn you being scolded for waiting until the last second. 

Levi’s knit eyebrows relax and he drops his shoulders, visibly relieved. He stands there for a moment before letting out a sigh and giving up. “Fine, come back on Wednesday more sharp.” He turns around and heads off towards the door, picking up his own skate bag as he walks past it. Panic rises to the surface, you wish you could yell out to him, tell him you don’t want to have to do this with anyone other than him. In an instant you decide that you can do just that. You stand up and grab your bag, haphazardly stuffing your feet into your shoes before taking off after him. Your bag swishes behind you every time your shoes hit the ground 

“Levi!” You don’t mean to shout so close behind him. He flinches when you grab his shoulder to stop him, causing him to turn and face you. “I lied, sorry.” you start. 

“Alright. So what is it?” Levi says, one eyebrow raised as he tenses up slightly under your light grasp. 

“Hear me out, okay?” You bite your lip, waiting for his confirmation and continuing when he tilts his head slightly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot- the whole week actually. I think I’ve made so much progress with you, and I know this is our last week,” You aren’t holding back, and no matter how much your body screams to do so you don’t look away from him. “And I don’t need an answer right away, it’s sort of a big deal so-“ 

“Spit it out.” He cuts you off, his puzzled look now replaced with one of nervousness, eyes wide as he looks directly into your eyes. 

“Levi, please will you be my coach?” You say it, finally able to catch your breath from the combination of sprinting after Levi and rambling with no breaths in between. “Like my real coach, after we finish therapy.” 

Levi stares at you, his jaw slack. He almost looked.. appalled? You wish you knew exactly what’s going through his mind. 

“I know it’s a huge request, like I said. Think about it.” You try. “I think we could take gold, really-“ 

“No.” Levi turns his head, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Like he is physically unable to look at you. Time stands still, this is by far the worst case scenario that you feared. 

“Wait..” You say in a hushed tone. 

“The answer’s no.” He confirms, lips parted slightly like he wants to say more but nothing comes out. He takes a step back. “Just..I’ll see you Wednesday.” With that he turns completely and walks out, leaving you behind.

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Across a Crowded Room Part 5

Here we go! The last chapter of this short story that was only supposed to take a couple hours and be absolutely light and fluffy.

*checks notes* yeah this thing was none of that!

But I hope you like the ending!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

****

Eddie found a table quickly. That was the best part about going in the morning on a week day. While the colleges were out, the school age kids were still in class so the zoo was practically empty.

He pulled out his phone to check any messages he may have gotten, when his phone lit up with Nancy’s number.

He sighed, wondering if he should just let it go to voicemail, but he figured he might as well rip the bandaid off.

“Hello!” he said.

“Eddie!” Nancy said. It was clear she was already irritated. “Did you hear that Robin is staying with some stranger when she moves out to New York?”

Robin had in fact called him after she called Steve because she was avoiding calling Nancy.

“It would be no different if she was moving into the dorms,” Eddie reminded her. “The girl she’s staying with is the cousin of one of her friends so she’s not a total stranger. Plus they talked first to see if they could tolerate each other enough to be roommates.”

Nancy sighed. “It’s just I was really looking forward to having her on my couch, you know? After Jonathan left me, I really wanted the company.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. After Steve opened his eyes last night, he was starting to see a pattern to Nancy’s relationships. She was in a word, a serial monogamist.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “But it’s good she has a place to move to right off the bat so she isn’t living out of a suitcase, like she has been all this week.”

Another sigh. “You’re right, of course. I just worry about her. She’ll be on the other side of the city and we won’t be able to see each other that often.”

Eddie silently cheered. “That’s too bad. Look, I’ve got to go, Steve’s due back any second.”

“So how is Steve these days?” Nancy asked. “I heard he graduated from college.” But the way she said it, she made it sound like a fucking miracle.

Eddie chuckled. “Things are great! We went apartment hunting yesterday and decided to go to the zoo today.”

There was silence on the line for a beat too long before she said, “It’s good you two are reconnecting.”

“Oh there has been a lot of connecting all right,” Eddie said with a smirk. “With our hands, our mouths, our dic–”

“What?!” she shrieked. “You and Steve are dating?”

He puffed out his chest in pride. “Yeah. We finally got on the page on Monday after I got into Chicago. It’s been really great.”

“And you’re already moving into together, isn’t that fast?” she asked, her voice quivering.

Eddie looked up to Steve smiling down at him. “Look, he’s here. I’ve got to go.”

“Edd–”

Nancy didn’t get to finish his name because he had hung up on her.

Steve rolled the cooler over to the table and hefted it onto its surface. “Nancy I’m guessing.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “How did you know that?”

“Robin called me,” he muttered. “Said she was really upset that Robin was moving in with Cassie–”

“Chrissy, love,” Eddie gently corrected.

Steve snapped his fingers. “That was it, yeah. Chrissy. Anyway, Robin said Nancy was upset that she wasn’t staying her because she wanted ‘girl bonding time’ or some shit.” He started unpacking their food. “Like Nancy didn’t recently come out as bi.”

Eddie sighed as he got to work, too pulling out the plates and utensils. “You said we shouldn’t call Nancy last night to blast her, so I called Jonathan. I wanted to know what he said about their break up.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hummed. “He told her wanted couple’s counseling because he felt like the relationship had become more unbalanced lately and he wanted to make it work out.”

Steve opened their sides and sat down next to him. “I’m guessing that went over like a lead balloon.”

Eddie took a chip from the bag and munched. “Pretty much,” he said around the chip. “So he gave her the ultimatum and she chose to break up.”

“I give her three weeks before she goes running back to him.”

Eddie snorted. “I bet she thought with Robin coming up to New York she could scoop up a new girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they ate their food. They cleaned up and walked back to the car.

“This was a fun idea,” Steve murmured. “Even if Nancy decided to call and put a damper things a bit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “But I’m glad you had fun today.”

Steve chewed his bottom lip. “Would you like to go to dinner with me to that Italian restaurant I was telling you about yesterday morning?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Like a proper date?”

“Yeah.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said, pumping his fist. “I’ll drop you off at your place so I can shower and change. And maybe tonight you could spend the night with me at the hotel?”

Steve grinned. “That sounds like great idea Eds. I’ll pack an overnight bag and bring it with me to dinner. Is that okay?”

Eddie pulled him in for a deep kiss. “I’m game.”

****

Steve showered and shaved. Whistling a happy tune, dancing to the song to the music in his head.

His phone rang and he walked over to the counter to see who it was. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was Nancy.

He sighed. It seemed that she had gone the rounds with Eddie and Robin and having gotten no where with them, decided to go to Steve.

“Hey.”

“Steve,” Nancy said, her voice clipped. “Eddie spends two days in your company and suddenly everything has changed. And certainly not for better. So I have to ask what the hell did you say to them?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. “You’re afraid I told them the truth about us.”

“There is no truth, Steve,” Nancy hissed. “You believed one thing and I believed another.”

“You can keep telling yourself that,” he said. “And Eddie and I got together when he got into town. We were to meet up for drinks. Originally he was supposed to get in around three and meet us for drinks at seven, but because of a tropical storm, his flight was delayed three times. So he got in, came to the bar, and kissed the hell out of me. I had barely got a hello out before we were kissing. So I literally didn’t have time to tell him anything.”

He could feel her brooding on the other end of the phone. “And as for Robin, when we met up for dinner after a disastrous apartment hunting her and Eddie commiserated about having to find a place in a new city. I suppose she was still feeling that when she spent the night at Kendra’s and told her all about it.”

The brooding intensified.

“Is there anything else you would like to accuse me of or can I go on my date with Eddie now?”

“That’s all,” Nancy huffed. “It just seems so sudden.”

“Life is like that,” he agreed. “And oh, never call me again. I’m blocking this number.”

He hung up and proceeded to do just that. He felt lighter than he had in days.

He grabbed his stuff and left the apartment with a smile on his face.

****

Eddie tapped on the wheel as he waited for Steve to come down. He was glad that things had smoothed out after that disastrous second day in ole Windy City.

The zoo was just what they needed to take their minds off of things.

When Steve came thundering down the stairs, Eddie wolf whistled. Holy fuck.

Steve was wearing a grey vest over a light blue button up, first three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and messily tucked into the tightest blue jeans Eddie had ever seen.

In other words, Eddie was doomed. He would be writing songs about Steve’s ass in those jeans for years to come. The boys were going to murder him, but god it would be worth it.

Steve opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, throwing his pack onto the back seat.

“You ready to go, baby?” Eddie asked brightly.

“Yup!”

Dinner was amazing. The conversation flowed as easily as Steve’s wine. Since Eddie was driving, he only had one beer that he nursed throughout the meal.

When they got back to the hotel, Eddie was relentless in his pursuit of Steve’s pleasure. He loved mapping out every freckle, every mole. Finding out which parts made him moan and which ones made him giggle.

Finding out he was ticklish under his right knee was a revelation to Eddie, because Steve would scrunch up his nose when he giggled and god, did that melt Eddie’s heart.

Sex was less intense then their first time, but more enjoyable for it’s learning of each other’s bodies.

They cleaned themselves up and got ready for bed. Eddie licked his lips when he saw that Steve didn’t bring any pajamas.

“Is this how normally sleep or is this a show just for me?”

Steve looked down at the one scrape of clothing covering his body and shucked off his underwear. “I usually just wear briefs to bed because our apartment is awful. It’s freezing in the kitchen and front room, but ass hot in bedrooms.”

Eddie eyed Steve’s body as he thought about joining him in the naked sleeping thing. “Why don’t you go full frontal?”

Steve snorted. “Robin.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to Steve’s. “Oh. Right. Roommate who doesn’t like man bits, not wanting to see said man bits even accidentally. Got it.”

“And depending on my next place I might need to sleep with five layers and twelve blankets or nothing at all,” Steve said with a giggle.

“Can I vote for nothing at all?”

Steve laughed.

They crawled into bed. Eddie had chosen to at least put on pajama bottoms because he didn’t like the idea of having his balls touch those sheets.

Once they were cuddled up in bed Steve murmured, “Nancy called me right before you showed up.”

Eddie sighed. “Because of course she did. What did she want?”

“To blame me for you two turning on her,” he explained.

Eddie frowned and moved back enough to look Steve in the eye. “What? I don’t think Robin and I said anything to that affect.”

“Oh I know,” Steve agreed. “But she thinks I tricked you into dating me and conjured Chrissy from thin air all to ruin her life.”

Eddie snorted. “Once you told me about the cheating I told Uncle Wayne about it, and he said that there were a lot of things off about Nancy that he had noticed over the years and wondered why I hadn’t seen them, too.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Because she didn’t want you to see them. I don’t blame you for it.”

Eddie kissed him. “Thank you for that. But anyway, the point is that once he said that, it was like someone had turned on the light and could see everything so much cleared and everything was only ever for her benefit, she was just really good at making you feel like it was for yours too.”

He pulled Steve in close. “But the blinders are off, babe. I’m one hundred percent yours.”

Steve smiled. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Eddie kissed him soundly and then they settled into sleep.

****

Steve rarely slept in, but sleeping in Eddie’s arms apparently made his internal clock line up with Eddie’s instead.

He woke up and groggily looked at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table and blinked at it. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn it said 10:54am.

That couldn’t be right. He picked up his phone and nope. Apparently that was the correct time.

Then he realized what had woke him. Eddie came out of the bathroom with a fond smile on his face.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, bending down to kiss Steve on the lips. “I’ve ordered us some food, but alas it has to be lunch at this point.”

Steve chuckled and slid out of bed. “I blame you entirely for that, by the way. I never sleep in like that.”

“It’s good for you,” Eddie grinned. “Especially after the roller coaster of emotions that has been the last few days. Your body needed rest, so you got it.”

Steve nodded. “I figure we can go out today and look at more apartments, if you’re up to it.”

“Sure thing, babe.”

There was a knock on the door and Eddie went to go answer it as soon as Steve was in the bathroom.

Eddie tipped the guy and they settled down to eat their brunch, such as it was.

While they ate, Eddie and Steve pulled up several different apartments that could work for them with their budget and made a list of out of the links based on how close they were to Eddie’s hotel.

Steve showered and got dressed. He packed up his stuff and threw it in the back seat of Eddie’s rental.

The first one was a bust. Literally. A pipe had burst the night before and the owner had been working on getting it fixed, so he hadn’t updated the site. It wouldn’t be livable for two months. Well past when Steve or Eddie needed to be moved in by.

So they moved on.

Crumby landlords, obvious signs of pests, and high prices struck again.

They stopped for dinner.

“Fuck,” Eddie groused. “I’m going to be making a fair amount, but not enough for these prices.”

Steve nodded. “It’s why I was living with Robin. Everything is just too expensive these days.” He chewed on his lip for a moment.

“Move in with me!” he blurted.

Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“We both loved that third apartment we saw,” Steve explained. “It had two bedrooms and two full baths. It had a nice kitchen and was already wired for internet. Neither of us can afford it alone, but...”

Eddie gulped and pursed his lips. “And you’d want that, with me?”

Steve nodded.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a fond smile. “Let’s do that, then. You can move in right away and get things set up and then when I move to Chicago at the end of the month, I can just slide right in.”

Steve kissed him fiercely and then called the landlord.

Two hours later they were the proud renters of a brand new shiny apartment.

A lot of their friends thought that they were moving a little too quickly getting an apartment together, but Eddie and Steve knew it was the start of something wonderful.

And really that was the best outcome either one of them could have hoped to dream for when they had made plans for Eddie to come out to Chicago.

Robin and Chrissy got along so well, that before classes even started in the fall, Robin had moved into Chrissy’s bedroom and they turned the second bedroom into a dance studio for Chrissy.

Nancy tried getting back with Jonathan a month later as Steve predicted, but he told her to get therapy and moved back to California to be with his mom, who had retired out there.

Steve didn’t know if she ever got the therapy she needed, but he hoped she did.

Eddie’s band was making lots of great progress on their album and the company was getting ready to release their first single. A little song about finding love right when you needed it most.

Steve had gotten a teaching position at a middle school as their basketball couch and US history teacher.

He was happy with the life he had, he didn’t need to worry about the life he’d lost when he broke up with Nancy all those years ago.

It was too soon to think about marriage, but Steve had a ring that he had bought years ago that he thought would look good on Eddie’s hand. But they had time.

And wasn’t that just amazing.

****

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Eleven

chapter warnings: NSFW!! half of this chapter is basically just smut lmao

apologies for the short chapter! the next few are pretty long so that'll make up for it :) once again a smut warning comes with a warning that i simply can't reread my own smut haha, so please ignore any mistakes!! happy monday :)

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You were left utterly speechless, you didn’t have anything to say to that and before you even had time to think of something to say back, he had taken his drinks and left. As much as you wanted to play along with whatever game he's playing, you couldn't deny that you felt guilty. You were hurting, and so was he, but you didn't know what to do to fix it.

As you walked back with all the drinks, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Caitlin laughed at something Vinny said, acting like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

“After we finish our drinks,” you whisper to Noah as you sit back down beside him, “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? I’ll say I feel tired and you could say you’ve got a call you need to take…”

“They’ll still be suspicious,” he says, “Let's just wait until we’re done here, okay? We've got nothing else on for the rest of the day, it'll be just you and me. All night.” He smiles, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, sending shivers through your body, but you nod your head. 

“It’s Bryan’s turn!” Nicholas cheered, turning his camera on to Bryan, "So far Noah's in the lead, Chris is pretty close and so is y/n! It's gonna be a close one."

“I don’t know why I’m still playing, I’ve already lost. You guys are all 50 points above me!” Bryan chuckled as he got up.

"C'mon, Bry, it's all just for fun." You smiled, and he shook his head as he went up to bowl.

In the end, you and Chris had the most points, and you only needed to score higher than 7 to beat him. He jokingly gave you a sly look as you got up, taking your turn. 

As you rolled the ball, you hit 5 pins in the left corner. You knew you had this in the bag! You’d easily beat Chris, there was no doubt. 

You rolled the second ball, and hit 4, leaving one in the middle, yet winning the game! 

You turned around, smiling as the guys cheered for you, all except Vin who was talking to Caitlin. You walked back to your seat, grabbing your bag and your phone, finishing your drink and grabbing Noah by the hand to pull him up. 

“My room or yours?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked up at him. 

“It’s gotta be yours, doll. I’m sharing with Matt tonight.” He whispered.

“Cool, let him know you’re coming to my room to look at the pictures I took, to see if any of them are official page worthy.” You smiled, “I’ll text you my room number.”

As you began to walk off after saying your goodbyes to the guys, who were staying behind for one more drink, you accidently bump into Caitlin as she digs through her bag for something.

"Sorry!" You gasps, and you smile, shaking your head.

"Don't worry about it," you notice how Vinny was at the bar with a couple of the guys, so you took the slither of time you've got to talk to her, "So how do you know Vin?"

"He followed me on instagram a few years ago, he'd always like my posts and reply to my stories. We try to meet up whenever we can- it's nothing like that though, we're just friends... Unless we're drunk in his hotel room." She giggles, and you smile and nod your head.

"Well, it's been great to meet you!" You say as you take a deep breath. You weren't jealous, why would you be jealous? She's a beautiful girl, he's a beautiful guy, of course they're going to get up to all sorts of things when they're alone.

So why were you so mad that they had a history, or that he invited her along today?

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“Fuck,” Noah groaned as you grabbed a handful of his tshirt, “I never thought this moment would come, where I’d have you all to myself.” 

You grinned against the skin of his neck, where you were peppering kisses before you felt the back of your legs hit the bed. You wiggled your way up, your head now against the pillows as Noah hovered over you, the most devilish look on your face. 

“You beat all our asses out there, didn’t you, beautiful?” He slips his hand under the sweater you were wearing, feeling your bare skin beneath his fingertips, “I don’t know whether to reward you for doing so well, or teach you a lesson for being so cocky earlier.” 

When you thought his hand would travel higher towards your bra, he surprised you, his hand moved lower, and you felt it slip under your skirt, under the hip of your underwear and rested it there, his thumb tracing over your pubic bone. 

“But you’ve been working so hard for us, I think it’s only fair that I say thank you.” He added, before asking permission to take your panties off. 

He moved his way down your body, your sweater now pushed up, exposing your tummy where he kissed a trail down to your thighs, yet he insisted your skirt stayed on. You knew what you were doing when you got dressed this morning, part of you wore it to tease him, and although you wouldn’t let yourself admit it, part of you wore it to tease Vinny too. 

You felt bad for him, knowing how you let him down, but you suddenly stopped thinking about Vin when you felt Noah’s tongue on your clit, kissing, licking, nipping and sucking as you threw your head back, strings of moans leaving your lips as you melted into the pleasure, letting it consume you. 

“So fucking gorgeous, you know that?” You heard him say. 

As his mouth worked on you, his hand moved its way to where you needed him. He teased your hole with his thumb, slipping the tip in before pulling back out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he smirked against your clit. 

“Noah, please,” you begged, breathlessly, “I need you, stop teasing.” 

“I know, baby, look how wet you are,” he said, pushing himself up slightly as he ran his finger teasingly slow through your folds, collecting the slickness before he took his finger into his mouth, “Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked, hasn’t it? Poor thing.” He pouted before he dove back in. 

“Oh my g-” You slapped one hand over your mouth as the other tugged on his hair, you swore you felt him groan into your pussy as he brought his hand back up, his pointer finger slipping into you with ease, followed by his middle finger. "Fuck!"

His fingers fucked into you slowly, too slowly, but he knew how good it was making you feel and the noises you made as you were begging for more was music to his ears. He takes your thighs and places them over his shoulders as he sucks on your clit, his fingers curling into you, rubbing the spot you could never reach alone. He needed to see you come undone for him, he needed to watch your break in his hands 

He pulls his face back to kiss your thighs, the rough pad of his thumb now stroking circles over your clit, the slight stubble on his chin tickling you as sinks his teeth into your soft flesh, losing himself in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“I’m so close,” you tell him, “I’m gonna-”

“Go on, baby,” he tells you between kisses to your clit as , “Need to see how pretty you look when you cum, my pretty girl.” He mumbled into your flesh, as you felt your thighs tremble around him. 

It didn’t take long for you to finish, your walls clamping down around Noah’s fingers as he moaned into your skin. Even after your orgasm hit, he didn’t move, he remained between your thighs until you had to force him off, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. When he finally came up, he roughly grabbed your cheek in his hand, crashing his lips into yours as he moved up, kneeling between your thighs, you could finally feel how hard he was, and you were almost certain he had gone commando today. 

“Noah…” You panted, your forehead slightly damp with sweat as he rested his against it, “Fuck me.”

“Anything you want, angel.” He smirked, and you felt his hands reach for the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head, his lips parting at the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. As he took one of your boobs into his hand, you worked on undressing him. 

“It’s not fair that you’ve still got all your clothes on.” You tell him as his fingers tease your nipple. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says, slowly pulling back as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his fully tattooed chest, then pulling a condom out of his pocket before pushing his joggers down- and you were right, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. “That better?” He asked, leaning back down to kiss you again. 

As you kissed, you felt his hips twitching involuntarily, his cock rubbing against your heat as you desperately tried to get more from him. 

“Noah, please…” You begged, “please fuck me, I need to feel you…”

"You're so pretty when you're begging, baby." He teases. “Are you sure?” He was watching how frustrated and flustered you were as you screwed your eyes shut and tried rocking your hips, needing more. 

“Yes!” You whined, and he pulled back, you guessed to roll the condom on, and with no warning, you felt the head of his cock nudge against your walls as inch by inch he filled you up. You felt as tears fill your eyes, the pleasure from his cock filling you so perfectly mixed with the dull ache from the stretch and the pain of him remaining so still inside you. 

He slowly began to move, his hand holding you down by your waist as the other pulled your legs to wrap around him, letting him fuck deeper into you as you cursed his name, your nails digging into his back. 

After a while in this position, Noah flipped you over onto your stomach, and he reached down to position you with your ass up for him whilst your face was buried in the pillows. He continued to fuck you like this until you came for the second time, muttering incoherent nonsense as your second orgasm took over you, but judging by the look in Noah’s eyes, he still wasn’t done.

He had you in every position, on every surface of your hotel room. From the bed to the desk in the corner, to the bathroom sink where he made you watch as you fell apart for him. You lost count of how many times you came, but just when you thought he was done, you were flipped over or lied down as he drove back into you, or got on knees to clean you up.

Hours had passed at this point, and the two of you were finally lying together on the bed, your limbs sore and your heart beating erratically as his fingers danced over the skin of your arm, holding you close with your head resting on his chest.

There were moments during your night together where you were using sex to release your built up frustration towards Vinny, knowing how much he would hate to know what you and Noah were up to, but you assumed he would be doing the same with Caitlin later so you assumed he wouldn't care.

"You okay?" Noah asked, gently twirling a piece of your hair before tucking it behind your ear.

"Yeah," you smile, tracing the outline of his stomach tattoo with your finger, trailing to just above his belly button, "I can't believe we just did that."

"I don't think I've ever lasted so long." He chuckled.

"Don't you go to the gym now? Your stamina would've improved." You point out, and he smirks.

"Yeah, I've been seeing the way you stare at me," he rubs his hand up and down his arm, "Don't think I don't notice, angel."

"Can you blame me?" You tilt your head to look up at him, "The last time I saw you, it looked like it would take one strong gust of wind to blow you over- and I mean that in the nicest way possible, that's literally my type- and now you look like you could bench press me?"

"So you're saying I'm your type?" He raised an eyebrow, a smug look across his face as you sat yourself up.

"No!" You tried to hide your smile.

"So what is your type?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours as he awaited your answer, but this only caused you to blush.

"I don't often like someone for their looks, it's always their personality. Someone funny, a bit of a nerd, has the same music taste as me, who stands for the right things... Someone who doesn't care about what other people think of them. That's what I find attractive."

"Y'know you basically just described me, y/n." He smirked.

And Vinny.

"Shut up!" You smiled, "So what's your type?"

He thought for a moment, and you thought he was going to give you an honest answer, but then he started describing you. Your height, your hair colour, your body shape, your eye colour, before you interrupted.

"Noah, I'm being serious!"

"You think I'm lying? What have we been doing for the past three hours, princess?"

"You... Really like me?"

"You haven't noticed?"

"Oh, Noah." You frowned, and he reached out to pull you back onto his chest.

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team vinny we might not be up right now but trust me everything's gonna change in the next chapter <3

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Chapter 3 - Tryouts

You sit in the auditorium next to Kazuha, yunjin on the other side of her, listening to the dance team leader tell you the rules of the tryouts but she’s interrupted by the door being thrown open, hitting the wall. And there she is. The one you hoped to avoid. Karina. She’s out of breath, running here as she left her dorm late.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Is all she says, her eyes find yours and you think you see her stop breathing for a few seconds.

“It’s fine. take a seat.”

Karina quickly find winter in the crowd sitting next to her in the open seat, giving you another glance before deciding to stare at the ground. While the choreographer is talking and showing you the try out choreography, Karina keeps turning to look at you, her eyes burn into you no matter how short the stares are.

Yunjin reaches over Zuha to hit you lightly which causes her girlfriend push her away, Yunjin looking offended. Then the dance instructor tells you all to join her on stage. Now that you’re on stage you can see the faces of the people around you, Karina and her friends who practically have to force themselves not to look at you, Yeonjun sees you finally and stands by you guys seeming to relax by familiar faces. Then there’s Ryujin and yeji who are hanging off of each other practically, Ryujin is running laps in her mind deciding if she’s going to be standing with you or Karina today, she’s never hated being both of your friends until now. And then you meet eyes with her, your ex, Somin your relationship ended on a pretty good note as far as break ups go, you both had decided your relationship had ran its course. You had kept in touch over the years and had been friendly. Next to her is Matt, her boyfriend, you were friends with him and had danced on teams with him before. You began relaxing at the wave of friendly faces until you scan back over everyone and meet eyes with Karina, but neither of you make an effort to look away. There was a distant longing in both of your eyes and your feet started to move just barely, subconsciously wanting to make your way to her but you’re stopped by the instructor clapping her hands.

“Alright, let’s stretch for five minutes and then we’ll go through the choreo.”

You turn to Kazuha who’s right next to you

“I can’t do this.” You whisper, panicking more than expected after Karina being in front of you for the first time in years.

“Yes you can. Ignore her.” Zuha holds on to your shoulders, “don’t let her hold you back, remember?”

You just nod weakly as you start stretching, you toss a look into the audience at Yunjin who’s already looking and probably has been the entire time, she puts a thumbs up with a questioning face, you just nod and turn back around to continue stretching.

After the five minutes is up the instructor goes through the choreography this time slower so we can follow along, then giving up 15 minutes to practice before we all went up one by one in front of everyone and went through the audition. It was alphabetical so after a few others it was your turn, going up to the stage shaking off the excess nerves and trying not to look at Karina as you do. When the music starts your body takes over for you and you dance as if it was programmed into your body, though it was only learned twenty minutes ago. After you finish the rest of the auditorium look shocked but impressed by your skill, you make eye contact with Karina for once who is staring at you with her mouth open. Some would say she looked needy. But you couldn’t think about that right now.

More people audition after you and last was Karina, she was more timid now than you remember her being. But once she started dancing the shyness went away, you had to be honest even if you hated the girl you still thought she was a good dancer, and god did she look so hot doing it.

“Okay, great job everyone. The team list will be posted on the official twitter account tomorrow morning. First official rehearsal is Monday at 4 pm. Thank you everyone.”

With that everyone starts to get up and leave the auditorium, while you’re talking to yunjin by the doors Karina walks up to you.

“Hey, can we-.”

“Ew, isn’t that the girl that kissed you in high school?” Hyunjin suddenly appears behind Karina, Yeji and Ryujin right next to him. His sister Yeji looks at him in anger and hits him hard in the chest. Karina gives him a look that you’re sure could’ve killed him. All of your friends around you come to your defense, Yunjin pulling you back to step in front of you while Kazuha puts a protective but comforting arm around you. Yeonjun joins Yunjin at the front mostly focusing on Hyunjin while your best friend stares down Karina, who is definitely looking very scared. Even Somin and Matt pass and share dirty looks at the group.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Yunjin says, it’s meant for hyunjin but she’s looking Karina dead in her eyes when she says it.

“Relax, it was just a question.” Hyunjin defends, putting his hands up. Yeji is quick to hit him again, which shuts the tall dancer up.

“Why don’t we just go back to pretending we don’t know each other?” You finally speak up, you direct it at Karina but make eye contact with them all to make sure they know it extends to them. With that you walk out of the auditorium, it takes Ryujin and Yeji to pull Yeonjun and Yunjin away from the group, Yeonjun promising his boyfriend to keep an eye on you and Yunjin being a protective best friend.

[jupitersnewmoon]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han?

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider...Han? - Minsung Spiderman/College AU

ଳ Jisung likes to think he's very good at keeping his identity a secret but Minho can recognize that waist anywhere.

ଳ chapter 1 - Marriage Papers or a Restraining Order?

ଳ cw - depictions of v!olence, swearing, gays being gays, Jisung is kind of a stalker, light angst because I'm a wuss, hurt/comfort, no smut... unless, a little corny, minsung, changlix, hyunbin

ଳ next chapter

“Do you think Captain America has to take ‘Music History’ when he’s not out saving the world?” Jisung grumbled as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans.

“No, but he’s also, like, a hundred years old I think,” Chan replied.

Jisung and Chan walked down the hallways of their college campus after another long and boring lecture. Despite them being in different years, Chan suggested to Jisung that he should take Music History with him his junior year so he wouldn’t suffer during his senior year like Chan is now. Definitely not because Chan didn’t want to struggle alone or anything. He just had his friend's best interest in mind.

“Who even cares about the ‘Baroque Era’ or why ‘Handel’s Messiah’ was so popular and life changing,” Jisung complained.

“George Handel s’rolling in his grave right now.” 

“Well he can Handle these nuts in his mouth! I should be training for my first big fight! Not sitting in a 2 hour long lecture about things I’ll forget next week,” he whined. 

Chan giggled and rolled his eyes while Jisung continued to complain about the lecture as they made their way to the food court. It had been roughly 4 months since Jisung became spider-man and for the most part everything was going pretty smoothly. Did he almost plummet to his death a few (many) times while he was still getting used to web swinging? He wouldn’t see why that’s important to bring up right now. 

Chan was the only one to know about Jisung’s new… abilities. Jisung really did try to keep it a secret, but Chan was getting more and more concerned about why his friend kept coming home exhausted and sometimes hurt. Plus he really wanted to show someone all the cool new things he could do. He trusted Chan with his life, he knew he could tell him anything. It was also nice to have someone helping him through all of his new changes. And Chan was way better at coming up with excuses on the spot whenever Jisung accidentally did something “spidery”. It had raised a few red flags with their friends when all of a sudden Jisung went from barely being able to bench the barbell to being able to lift twice what Changbin could like it was nothing. Chan was thankfully able to play it off, but Changbin’s ego never fully healed. 

Despite how worried Chan was about him, he knew his friend could handle whatever was thrown at him. While you wouldn’t know it through Jisung’s day to day actions, he was really smart and Chan had faith no villain was a match for the boy. But Chan didn’t have to worry too much right now. Jisung was hardly saving the world from heinous villains at the moment. The most he would do is stop a pickpocketer or help old ladies cross the street. Oh and watch one of his best friends friend go to and from school everyday. What!? It wasn’t weird, he was just making sure he made it safe! Listen, if Jisung was a villain he would totally kidnap the boy, he was far too pretty for his own good! He wasn’t a stalker, he was like a guardian angel. 

The 2 boys walked into the food court and looked for their friends. It had become tradition for their little group to eat together every Monday after they were done with lectures and before Felix had dance practice. Chan and Jisung followed the sound of Changbin and Felix’s laughs and made their way to the table.

“Hey guys!” Felix beamed at the two.

Maybe if Jisung wasn’t so focused on the unfamiliar person sitting at their table, he would’ve made fun of the way Chan immediately seemed to melt just by Felix saying hello. 

Jisung looked to Chan and glanced in the stranger's direction and gave Chan a questioning look. Chan just shrugged his shoulders and the two sat down in front of the three boys. 

“How was music history?” Changbin asked with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Please don’t get Ji started. If I have to hear him complain about that damn class one more time I’m going to be joining famous German-British composer George Frideric Handel in his grave,” Chan grumbled, taking out both his and Jisungs lunches. Ever since high school Jisung has had a habit of finishing his food before he makes it to lunch, so Chan has always packed extra for him. 

Changbin leaned to the side and cackled, understanding the reference as he had taken the class last year. Jisung turned to Chan and faked a face of pure betrayal, mouth agape and eyes widened.

“I thought you were on my side!” Jisung shrieked.

“A man can only take so many ‘Handel these nuts in your mouth’ or ‘Handel this dick in your ass’ before it starts taking a toll on your mental and physical health.”

“Why are you hating, I’m hilarious!”

“Okay okay,” Felix butts in, “please refrain from speaking about male genitalia in varying holes at the dinner table. Especially in front of Innie.”

Jisung and Chan both turned to look at the boy they had completely forgotten about during their argument. The boy stared at them trying to bite back a smile at their interaction. 

“Hi I’m Jeongin, a friend of Felix’s from dance! It’s nice to meet you both!” Jeongin smiled and put his hand out for them to shake.

“Hey I’m Chan, it’s nice to meet you too.” He took the boy's hand in his own. “And this is Jisung.” Chan nodded his head in his direction. 

Jisung shook Jeongin’s hand and smiled at him. He was grateful that Chan took the lead on their introduction. Jisung was always quieter in front of new people, especially ones who heard him defend himself about making inappropriate jokes about a dead composer. First impressions are important and this was definitely a way for Jeongin to get to know him. 

“Innie recently joined our dance class and he’s been killing it so far!” Felix exclaimed excitedly as he put his hand on Jeongins shoulder, looking like a proud mother.

“Ah, I don’t know about killing it, but it’s been a lot of fun getting to know everyone! Jeongin replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh don’t be so humble! I think I saw Minho start to tear up when he saw you dance! It’s been so long since we’ve seen someone with your kind of talent Innie!”

Jisung’s head snapped up at the mention of Minho’s name. Changbin looked at Jisung with a downwards smile and a tilt in his brow. Jisung glared at the older boy in an intimidating way. Well as intimidating as he could get with his cheeks full of food. Changbin tried his best to suppress a silent laugh and Jisung kicked his leg underneath the table. He realized too late what he had done when Changbin howled out in pain and dramatically grabbed his leg feigning a look of pure pain and anguish. 

“Yah, Jisung! What was that for!?” Changbin hollered, shin in hand and a grin on his face.

“Just felt right,” Jisung pouted and filled his cheeks with more food. 

Felix and Jeongin looked at Jisung confusingly but before they could question him Chan interrupted. 

“So Felix, Jeongin, are you guys excited for your first showcase of the year?” 

While the boys discuss the upcoming showcase Jisung’s mind starts to drift. And because Jisung is a weak weak man, he starts thinking about his favorite pretty boy. Jisung doesn’t know what it is about Minho that has him so enraptured, but Minho has Jisung wrapped around his finger and he has no idea.

What Jisung thinks is the most pathetic about what most people would call ‘obsession’ but he likes to refer to it as a ‘special interest', is that he and Minho have never actually officially met before. Despite the fact that Minho and Felix live together, the stars have never aligned to where Minho is home at the same time as Jisung comes over. Jisung used to think it was karma for the thousands he must've slaughtered in a past life to always just miss meeting the guy, but Jisung knows now that it was actually the universe sparring him. Jisung really isn’t all that bad at flirting, but he knows damn well he would fold like a lawn chair if Minho even glanced in his direction. And to Changbin and Chan’s utmost despair, they now have to hear Jisung complain and yearn for the man but will under no circumstances ever EVER introduce himself. Jisung tells them that he will work up the confidence one day but it's been two years now and absolutely no progress has been made. But if you ask Jisung he thinks he’s getting somewhere! He used to hide on tops of buildings whenever he “escorts” Minho home safely, but now he’ll hide in an alley and they’ll be like 8 feet apart instead of like 20! Give him like 2 more years and he’ll walk by him one day and maybe even give him a little nod in passing. Slowburn has always been one of Jisung’s favorite genres, he’s doing it for the romance of it all! NOT because he’s a pussy, no matter what Changbin says. 

Jisung is snapped out of his daze when he hears his name being called. 

“Sorry huh?” Jisung asks, tilting his head.

“I asked if you’re excited to watch the showcase in a few weeks?!” Felix asks again, not too concerned about his friend's usual spacey behavior.

“Duh! You guys kill it every time! It’s always a pleasure to watch such beauty and magnificence grace the stage!” Jisung replies dramatically in almost a British like accent.

Felix laughs and reaches across the table to playfully smack Jisungs hand.

“Well I’m glad you’re excited. You 3 should actually be even more excited since you guys are formally invited to the after party this year!” Felix exclaimed.

“Since when do you guys do after parties?” Changbin questioned.

“Well we usually don’t but because it’s Minho's last first showcase we wanted to celebrate!”

The 3 boys nodded understanding of their reasoning, even if they knew it was more likely just an excuse to get blacked out after a grueling few months of preparation for the showcase. 

“I’ll send you guys the deets when it gets closer! But for now Innie and I should get going!” Felix said while he and Jeongin stood up from the table.

 “Same time next week?” Chan joked while he watched Felix leave, with an almost longing look on his face.

“You know it,” Felix replied, winking at Chan.

 Changbin and Jisung giggled while Chan malfunctioned at the boys actions. 

“Bye Jeongin, it was nice to meet you!” Changbin called out while they got further away.

Jeongin turned and flashed him a smile and waved at the group. The boys returned his wave and continued eating their food.

After Chan rebooted and came back to life, he turned to Jisung with a menacing smirk. 

“So Ji, are you excited for the party?” Chan asked innocently.

“Well the fact that people will be there kinda sucks, but the alcohol and food will surely make up for it,” Jisung stated obviously.

“Hmm, is that all you're excited about?” Chan questioned.

Jisung looked at him suspiciously and nodded his head hesitantly, taking a bite of his food.

“Awe, can’t believe your resident pretty boy didn’t even make it on the list,” Chan fakes a saddened look, “how would he feel knowing you’re not exhilarated to meet him officially.”

Jisung’s whole world comes to a complete stop as he drops his fork on his plate. Jisung sits there like a deer frozen in headlights while Chan and Changbin holler out laughter. 

The fact that Jisung would be at a party in an enclosed space with the person he’s been obsessing over, or, specially interested in, didn’t even cross his mind. The party was supposedly specifically for Minho too. Felix had been dying to get Minho and Jisung to meet but he was able to avoid it everytime, but he wouldn’t be able to avoid him at his own party. 

“Oh my god Ji you are so fucked!” Changbin laughed.

“Have some faith in the boy!” Chan teased, “maybe he’ll finally work up the courage to look him in the eye!”

Jisung put his head in his hands and groaned.

“There is no way I can go to that party and make it out alive,” Jisung grumbled into his hands.

“Hmm, well you could always not go, But you’re gonna have to give Lix a reallllyyy good reason,” Chan evilly smirked, “like telling him the truth.”

“NO! Absolutely NOT!” Jisung shrieked, “I love Lix with all my heart but that boy can not keep a secret to save his life! Plus he’ll try to play cupid and get us together. Which will end horribly because everytime I’m in the same room with him I forget how to function!”

“I know it’s really pathetic,” Changbin replied nonchalantly.

“Oh I know YOU’RE not talking!” Jisung pointed accusingly at the boy.

“Yah! At least I can talk to Hyunjin! You damn near explode anytime Minho's name is even mentioned!” Changbin replied in return, already knowing whom Jisung was referring to. 

“At least I don’t have plans to propose to Min the first time I ever meet him!”

“You just don’t know how to seduce people! You can hate all you want but I made an impression on Jinnie and he eats up my affection! I expect him to send the marriage papers any day now!”

“The only papers you’re getting is a restraining order!” 

“Alright you two calm down, it's really not that serious,” Chan said trying to reason with them.

“Oh I know damn well you don’t want to get involved in this, you’re the worst out of all of us,” Changbin warns.

Chan raises his hands in surrender and shovels food into his mouth minding his business. 

“Don't worry Jisungie, we’ll make you look all pretty and use you as a gift to Minho for doing so well,” Changbin teased.

Jisung’s face turned a deep shade of red as he put his head on the table and groaned.

“Come on kid you can sulk later, we gotta get you to your next class,” Chan giggled as he rubbed Jisung’s back comfortingly. 

Chan and Changbin walked a moping Jisung to his class. Chan warned the boy to pay attention as he knew Jisung would most likely stress over a party that doesn’t even have a date yet instead of listening to the lecture. 

“See you at home, have a good day at school baby, I love you”, Changbin teased like a mother dropping her child off on the first day of school. 

Jisung flipped him off and walked into the room while Chan laughed at the duo's antics. 

It’s safe to say Jisung did not listen to a single thing his professor said. The first half of class was spent anxiously wondering how he was supposed to act normal in front of Minho when Felix would inevitably introduce them at the party. Jisung hasn’t even made eye contact with the boy and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t survive it. He knows Minho is a normal guy just like everyone else but he has built up so much anticipation in his head about their first meeting he’s driven himself crazy. Minho is no longer just a normal man, he’s another entity entirely. Someone from a different planet. An otherworldly creature whose origins could probably be traced back to Venus. The planet of love, beauty and desire. That’s the only place Jisung could imagine someone like him coming from. Jisung gave Minho the title of ‘pretty boy’ because describing someone who probably doesn’t even know of his existence as pulchritudinous seemed a little insane. The first time Jisung saw Minho he googled ‘words stronger than beautiful’ and that one seemed the most dramatic which is exactly how Jisung feels for him, dramatically. 

The second half of class was spent with Jisung thinking about if he were to go, what would he even wear? Jisung’s closet is every wannabe skater boy's wet dream which he adores, however the baggy clothes do nothing for his figure. Jisung has a waist that would put any Disney princess to shame and the only outfit that does it justice is his spidey suit. Has it crossed his mind to put the suit on and hype himself up to Minho before he officially meets him? Maybe. Jisungs thought process was that if Minho heard how cool Jisung was from a reliable source then he would have a better chance of making the boy swoon. And who’s more reliable than a friendly neighborhood spider-man? 

While Jisung was debating his outfit options, something that Changbin had mentioned hit him like a truck. ‘Don't worry Jisungie, we’ll make you look all pretty and use you as a gift to Minho for doing so well.’ That sentence made his thoughts spiral even more. Could Minho see Jisung and think of him as pretty? As a gift? Oh no, now Jisung needs to make sure he looks his best for their first interaction. He needs to make sure the first time Minho see’s him he can hear the wedding bells start ringing. No pressure or anything. 

As his lecture comes to an end Jisung has decided that he can get through his first ever meeting with Minho. He may just need a little help from Felix and his beautifying abilities and a good amount of alcohol. Jisung exits class with a little more pep in his step and his head held high. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him that controlled his brain and heart, but he was gonna make the love at first sight trope happen like his life depended on it. And if you asked him, his life did depend on it. Jisung knows for certain that if he doesn’t implode the second he gets within 2 feet of Minho, they will fall in love and be together for the rest of their lives. How could he possibly be so certain about this? His spidey sense of course. It allows him to sense potential danger and apparently soulmates. Jisung would describe his spidey sense like alarm bells going off whenever danger is near, but when he sees Minho, you could say he hears wedding bells. Or maybe the sleepless nights and constant yearning have finally caught up to him and he’s finally lost his mind. A boy can only take so much pinning before it starts rotting your mind of all sanity. But if Minho is the last thing Jisung thinks of before he loses all sense of reality, he wouldn’t mind it much. What a pulchritudinous final thought. 

Jisung makes his way out of the building and starts heading in the direction of the dance studio. On Monday’s, Jisung’s class ends a few minutes before the dancers usually leave the studio after practice. Sometimes Minho stays later to get extra practice in but Jisung doesn’t mind waiting. Obviously not if he’s willing to wait 2 years to even introduce himself but that’s not important right now. 

Jisung sometimes thinks about how creepy it would seem to someone if they knew what he was doing but he really doesn’t see the harm in it! He’s just making sure a civilian get’s home safe! That’s his job! Granted maybe he wouldn’t get employee of the month for only ever escorting the same civilian home but who would blame him? 

While Jisung is deep in thought over if it was hypocritical to tell Changbin he would get a restraining order for proposing to Hyunjin when he’s the one basically stalking Minho, he feels a slight tingle ripple through his body. Jisung halts his movements and tunes into himself, waiting. A few moments later he feels the same tingle ripple through his body but this time it’s much more powerful than the last. His spidey sense. The metaphorical alarm bells are ringing and Jisung knows it’s time to go. He lets his body take control as he runs towards the danger. He looks back at the dance studio and sighs. He’s sure Minho will make it home safe on his own, but this is the only time he gets to see the boy so excuse him for experiencing some withdrawals. 

Jisung weaves through the people on campus and runs in the direction of the city. As he sprints into the streets he can start to hear people screaming in the distance. Jisung tunes in and listens for any clues on what could possibly be happening. He hears the sounds of what seems to be cars being thrown into buildings, the shattering of glass, and a strange mechanical whirring. It’s left him with more questions than answers but one thing is for certain. This isn’t just some petty crime, this is a real attack. 

Jisung runs into an alleyway and changes into his spider suit. Jisung originally wore a red hoodie and some old blue sweatpants but with the help of Chan he was able to make a much cooler and safer suit. He throws his backpack and clothes behind a trash can and runs back into the streets. He runs a few feet down the block before he makes a b-line for a car coming his way. Jisung lets out a shaky exhale and shakes out his hands attempting to calm his nerves. This is the first real villain Jisung has ever fought and despite the anxiety that riddles his entire being, adrenaline slowly starts to take over. Finally his first chance to prove himself, he’s not going to blow it.

When the car draws near, Jisung runs up the hood of the car and onto its roof. From there he jumps and slings his web to the nearest building. Jisung starts swinging through the city as his body guides him to the chaos. He’s incredibly thankful he spent all that time practicing swinging, now would be a bad time to fall thousands of feet in the air.

As Jisung gets closer to the mayhem, he can start hearing more and more. Cars honking, the heavy breathing coming from people running for their lives, metal crashing into each other, but one thing stands out amongst the rest. He can hear the distant wail of a man screeching a name. 

He can barely make it out through all the commotion going on. Rory? No, no not that. He focuses hard on the man's shrill voice. 

“Rosie?” Jisung whispers to himself. 

Before Jisung can think anything of the name, something catches his eye. A red honda civic starts hurtling towards him. Jisung maneuvers his body out of the way and lands back on the ground. He looks around for the man but can’t see anything other than absolute destruction around him. Jisung is baffled at the scenery in front of him. It didn’t take him longer than 15 minutes to get to the heart of the city and yet there is already so much damage. Whatever was causing this was powerful. 

Jisung catapults himself down the street looking for the threat. His eyes scan over the roofs of buildings and the streets below but he can’t seem to find the cause of all this destruction. Jisung grows more and more frustrated as he can’t seem to find the source. The loud crashing of cars and almost deafening screams are starting to become too much for him. 

Even before Jisung gained enhanced hearing he never really enjoyed being around loud sounds or crowded places. He would get overstimulated quickly and now with his powers it seemed to only get worse. But Jisung knew he had to push the overwhelming feeling aside and focus on the job at hand.  

After what felt like hours of web slinging, Jisung saw a woman with her arms held tightly around her limp body. She wore a lab coat that was covered in blood and shards of glass. Jisung knew if he left her there she would die quickly so he landed and fell to his knees in front of her shaking form. 

“Ma’am are you okay, can you hear me?” Jisung frantically questions, gently placing his hands on one of the very few spots on her arms that wasn’t covered in blood.

This jolts the woman seemling back to life as her eyes shoot open and gasps for air. She looks around frantically and after a few seconds finally seems to take notice of the boy in front of her. 

“No please you need to leave he, he’s gone insane you need to run!” The woman barely chokes out.

“Who’s he? Who’s gone insane?”

“Dr.O-Octavius, he built something, but, but it-” Before the woman could finish her sentence her eyes slowly shut and she went limp in Jisungs hold.

Before Jisung could even comprehend what had happened another car came flying just a few feet above his head. Jisung gently lets go of the woman and shoots up from his place on the ground. The sound of mechanical whirring is much closer so he follows it without a second thought. 

His heart is beating so loudly he’s pretty sure it’s going to burst his ear drums at any moment. He’s been wanting a real fight so bad for months but now that it’s happening he’s not so sure. Maybe it was the woman dying in his arms that sobered him up but Jisung is now afraid that he might not be good enough to win this. The image of the woman’s passing flashes through his head but Jisung quickly shakes the thought away. He’ll just have to deal with the aftermath of that later.

Jisung can feel that he’s getting closer to whoever this Dr.Octavius is and the adrenaline starts coursing through his body once again. The screams have almost completely subsided now and he would usually enjoy the quiet but Jisung misses the noise now more than ever. At least when they’re screaming they’re still alive. 

Jisung rounds the corner of the building and finally sees the man causing all this terror. He lands back on the ground and immediately starts running toward the man who lets out an anguished cry. 

“ROSIE WHERE ARE YOU?” He screeched as he picked up another car with one of his mechanical tentacles and threw it towards a building.

Jisung assessed the situation as best as he could with what little time he had. Chan always told him to look for the best in people and while he could tell the man was clearly in pain and looking for someone he was also causing mass destruction and probably killing hundreds. He wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt and believe that he was just acting out because he lost someone he truly loved but he was far too great of a threat to try and have an impromptu therapy session unconstricted. Jisung knew he had to get the man confined so he could try and talk to him without his life being on the line so he started to think of a plan. The man seemed to be just a normal, well, man and his biggest threat were the four mechanical tentacles that protruded from his back. Jisung knew if he wanted to get close to him he had to get the tentacles under control. He figured he could use his webs to trap the tentacles in sort of a spiderweb and that should be able to hold him off long enough to try and understand what he was doing. It wasn’t until Jisung came just a few feet from the man that it finally hit him. 

Oh my god that man has robot tentacles. 

Where the fuck did he get robot tentacles? Why did he not get robot tentacles? He wanted robot tentacles. 

Jisung’s thoughts ended abruptly when yet another car whizzed past him. Many thoughts were already racing through his mind but one stood out amongst the rest. 

He really hoped these people had good car insurance. 

The man, presumably Dr.Octavius, had taken notice of Jisung and was gearing up to fight him. Jisung knew any sort of conversation would most likely fall on deaf ears as the doctor seemed hysterical so instead of trying to reason with him Jisung kicked off the nearest wall and swung into action.

Jisung looped around the doctor and shot his webs at the tentacles trying to get them stuck together. But with every web he shot, the man was able to pry his way out of them. The tentacles were far stronger then Jisung had anticipated and if his webs couldn’t hold him down then Jisung and the city were in big trouble.

With a new idea in mind Jisung began scaling the side of a nearby office building and just as he hoped, the doctor followed him up. Jisung climbed gracefully up the building while the doctor's mechanical appendages rammed their way into the side of the building, completely destroying the property value. 

As they made their way up the tall building the doctor used the other tentacles that weren’t helping him climb to try and pierce Jisung. Jisung weaved side to side avoiding the doctor's blows. The amount of force that the appendages were using to try and pierce Jisung caused the building's structure to rattle with each hit. Due to the vibrations Jisung started to lose his grip and he knew if they continued like this he would either fall or get struck. 

As they were nearing the top of the building Jisung saw a giant hole in the building just a few feet ahead. It looked like some kind of explosion had completely taken the wall out. He decided to take his chances and headed towards the opening, hoping to find a better way to get the man under control. 

Jisung hurried into the hole and catapulted himself to the other side of the room creating distance between himself and the madman. Dr.Octavius soon follows him through but stays on the other side of what seems to be a destroyed lab. The doctor mournfully looks around the room and sighs.

“Why are you doing this?” Jisung questions carefully not wanting to anger the man further.

The doctor looks at Jisung regretfully and lets out a shaky exhale.

“This is all my fault.” The doctor whispers.

Jisung stays quiet, silently urging the man to go on.

“I just, I just wanted to build something that could fuel the world. A source so powerful it could rival the sun. A sustainable fusion power reactor. But it wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready and yet I still powered it up. And look where it got me. I lost everything and now look like the monster I am.”

Jisung stood there and listened to him explain. He wanted to interrupt and say he thought the tentacles were badass but he figured it wasn’t the right time. 

“The reactor malfunctioned and my wife, she was there and now I can’t find her and and the tentacles are fused with me but seem to have a mind of their own and it feels like I’m losing control and-” 

Jisung could tell the man was about to become hysterical again and not wanting him to cause another scene he interrupts his rambling.

“Hey look it’s okay. You obviously didn’t mean for any of this to happen. There’s nothing we can do to change what has already happened but we can figure out where to go from here. You said you lost your wife? I’m sure she couldn’t have gone very far, maybe she evacuated to somewhere safe.”

‘To get away from you destroying the city’, Jisung added in his head. 

“I need to make sure she’s okay, that she’s still alive.”

“Okay okay we can do that. But you can’t tear the whole city to shreds. That’ll only make things worse.”

The doctor nodded his head and Jisung let out a quiet sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn’t too bad at this whole superhero thing. Hunt down the bad guy, run from the bad guy, give said bad guy some life changing advice, this was a piece of cake.

“Great, now what does your wife look like?” Jisung questioned.

“She’s about 5’8, long brunette hair, and she’s probably still wearing her lab coat,” the doctor explains.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Jisung knew exactly where his wife was, she died in his arms not very long ago. 

Jisung stood there silent for a few seconds not knowing what to do. He figured he had two options. He could not tell him and let him figure it out when they came across her dead body, which would lead to another outburst. Or he could tell him now and, well,  have it lead to another outburst. Either way this was going to end unfavorably for everyone. If the doctor was tearing shit up when he thought she was alive, he couldn’t imagine the damage he would do knowing he had nothing left to lose. 

“Is everything okay?” the doctor questioned.

“I think I know where your wife is,” Jisung whispered, head bowed. 

Dr.Octavius stared at the boy quizzically for a few moments trying to decipher why Jisungs mood had changed so quickly. The boy had gone from incredibly enthusiastic despite his obvious nerves to dull and somber just by mentioning his… wife.

Octavius’ eyes darkened.

“Where is she?” He gritted out.

“I really don’t think you want to know-” Jisung tried to explain but was quickly interrupted. 

“WHERE IS SHE?” the doctor roared.

“Listen, I really don’t think you should see her when you’re like this-” 

“WHY ARE YOU KEEPING HER FROM ME?”

“I am not trying to keep her from you but you have to understand that-”

Jisung was cut off again by the doctor fastly approaching him. Jisung swung out of the way just in time as the tentacles tried to capture him.

“BRING ME TO HER!” the doctor boomed.

“Trust me you really don’t want me to-” Jisung yelps, moving out of the way as a desk comes flying at him. “Okay you REALLY need to stop fucking throwing things at mE!” He exclaims running away from yet another flying object.

“TELL ME WHERE SHE IS NOW!” Dr.Octavius yelled, redying another desk to throw at the boy.

“FINE SHE’S ON EAST 2ND STREET NOW WILL YOU PLEASE PUT THE DESK DOWN!” Jisung shouted.

Dr.Octavius turned and left without another word and Jisung followed close behind. Maybe he should’ve mentioned she was dead before he told him her location but damn was Jisung tired of getting shit thrown at him today. 

They made their way down the streets of the damaged city. The doctor stayed on the ground sprinting while Jisung swung a few feet above him. The sun was starting to set and Ji briefly wondered if Minho had made it home safe or not. He figured Min most likely took one look at the news and decided to stay somewhere else for the night as he lived deeper in the city, which was now covered in broken glass and upside down cars. Jisung started debating whether or not he should try and find him to make sure he was okay wherever he had decided to stay. To make sure a citizen was okay of course, not because he was pretty sure half the reason he was shaking was his body's reaction to not seeing him for so long (22 hours, but who’s counting). 

As they both neared the street where Rosie laid, the sound of distant sirens could be heard echoing through the now almost deserted city. Jisung tried to focus on the sound to distract himself from the bile that seemed to make its way up his throat. The idea of going back to that street, that place, and seeing a woman he wasn’t able to save was nothing short of nauseating. There was really nothing Jisung could’ve done to save the woman, she wouldn’t have made it to a hospital and even if she did, her condition was so horrible she probably wouldn’t have survived the night. But still, he felt like it was his fault. Like maybe if he had gotten there faster he could’ve done something to save her. Or maybe if he had done his job a little better he could have noticed someone building a nuclear fucking reactor and stopped it before they had a chance to finish building it. 

But Jisung didn’t do any of that. He failed before he even had the chance to try and succeed. This wasn’t his one and only opportunity to prove himself, the opportunity was there all along, he was just too busy moping to see it. 

Jisung’s entire body tightened as they turned down the street. The sign that read ‘East 2nd Street’ seemed to laugh at him. To mock him for not being good enough. He swore the buildings were taunting him, calling him names. He not only couldn’t save Rosie, but he also couldn't save Octavius. Rosie may have been the one to die, but the doctor was the one who would have to live without her. Which was arguably worse. 

Jisung landed a few feet behind the doctor to give him space as they neared her. He hung his head low and waited for Octavious to cry out in pain. To scream until his throat tore into two. But there was nothing. There was no yelling, no wails, just the sirens creeping closer. 

Jisung slowly lifted his head to look at the two. The doctor was knelt hunched over his beloved cradling her in his arms. Silent tears streamed down the man's face. His body shook slightly from the silent sobs that wracked through his body. 

All Jisung felt was guilt. A true hero would have been able to save her and in turn save him too. But without so much as raising his fist, he managed to kill them both. 

The doctor slowly turned his head toward the boy.

“This is all your fault,” the doctor spat. 

Logically Jisung knew this wasn’t true. Octavius built the faulty reactor. Octavius was the one to set off the reactor. And Octavius was the one who drove his wife to run away wounded and bleeding. Jisung knew the doctor just couldn’t take accountability for what he had done. That he just needed someone else to blame. Rosie was the last thing that made the doctor feel human and now that she was gone what was left of him? Dr.Octavius was now a shell of a once great man who lost everything. He had nothing left to live for.

And maybe that’s why Jisung replied, “I know.”

But Jisung was wrong. Octavius did have something to live for, revenge. 

The mechanical tentacles slam into the ground one by one as they lift Octavius into the air. With one last look at his beloved lying dead on the concrete he turns toward Jisung. There is now a dark sinister look in the man’s eyes. Any trace of solemn has vanished into thin air and was now replaced by the overbearing primal urge to slaughter. With each step the tentacles took toward Jisung the human side of the man seemed to dissipate the further he got away from Rosie. If the doctor was a bitch to deal with when he had something to lose, Jisung was really going to be in for it now. 

Jisung turned and started web swinging down the streets of the city. He knew if it really came down to it he had a good chance of defeating the doctor but Jisung didn’t really want anymore blood on his hands today, so he swung in the direction of the sirens. He figured there had to be at least 30 or so cop cars headed in his direction and while him and the police don’t exactly see eye to eye they could at least help sedate the crazed man. 

The doctor is screaming insults and profanities at Jisung as they make their way towards the sirens. Ji is sure he’d be offended by whatever the doctor is spewing behind him but his heart is beating so loud he can barely hear anything else, which is probably for the best. 

The way Jisung is swinging and maneuvering around and over the buildings is truly a sight. He hasn’t exactly been paying attention to where he was in the city, just trying his best to meet the police in the middle. He skillfully navigates through the streets like he’s done this a million times before, and he’s starting to think maybe he has. 

Jisung takes in his surroundings and before he can even react he feels a rush go through his body. His spider sense has obviously been kicked into full gear this entire time because well there is a revenge driven mad scientist trying to kill him. But this wasn’t his usual spidey sense. 

Jisung glances at the buildings he's using as momentum to keep swinging and they’re starting to become more and more familiar. Jisungs heart just about falls out of his ass when he sees a familiar apartment coming into view. 

And then his heart goes from his ass straight down to hell when the alarm bells start to get drowned out by a choir of wedding bells. Usually Jisung accepts this symphony with open arms but his world is ready to explode into pieces when he sees a boy with brown hair standing outside of his apartment. 

Minho. 

A/N

thank you so much for reading the first chapter! the next chapter should be out soon!! this is only the second fic i’ve ever written so i hope it’s coherent enough! thank you for reading and i’ll see you soon! ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[kira-dofc]

Chapter 1---

A sunkiss fell upon you while you lay on your bed. 6:00 a.m., your usual time to wake up. You woke up upon seeing the bright sunlight on your window. You have done your daily morning routine, another boring, bland day.

"Ugh, Mondays..." You sighed as you got out of your room for breakfast. "Young Master, food is ready." One of your maids said.

"Where's mom and dad..?", "Oh, your mom went to an appointment with a client. As for your father, the usual, he went out early." Though you had rich parents, you didn't see them much. Your mother is the owner of a big food chain in Japan, and your father is a high paying surgeon as of the moment.

You ate breakfast and left immediately for school.

~6:30 a.m.~

Your chauffer dropped you off to your school, just on time. Outside the gate, you saw your friend, F/n.

You walked silently behind him, giving him a whisper, "F/n..",

"AH! W-what the hell?! Don't come sneaking up on me like that. It's scary! Ugh, anyway, class is about to start in about 10 minutes. Let's hurry if we don't want to be late again.."

"Okay."

It was currently maths class, as usual, you perfected the surprise quiz announced by your teacher. Every person in this school admired you, smart, rich, good-looking, and even good at sports, a perfect man as they would call you.

Though you weren't friendly, many people still wanted to be as close to you as possible, but one specific girl stands out of the crowd, Sana.

People see her as the female version of you, pretty, popular, and rich. No one else could be the perfect pair for you, but her.

"Hey babe~! How was class?" She exclaimed, "I don't have time for your flirts, Sana, I have other important things to do."

"Aw, come on, don't be coy! I'm your best friend. You don't have to push me away like that~"

"Then act like one, you know I don't like these rumors running around in our school right now.. Plus, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh shush, no one needs to know that..! I wanna keep it secret for now!"

"Sana, you disgust me.."F/n said.

"Oh sush, will you! I was just joking~~"

"F/n, let's go, we still have class."

It's currently your 5th period, one more subject before lunch. You groaned as you  answered the last biology problem.

Though biology wasn't really your thing, you still managed to stay the best among the other students.

It was finally lunchtime, you ate the usual scheduled food with your two friends. As you ate, a text was sent on your phone by some unknown account,

Unknown: meet me behind the school campus. After your training, don't be late.

Y/n: Who is this?

Unknown: You will know soon enough :)

"Who's that?" F/n said,

"I don't know, but they said to come meet with them after our training. I don't know what's their problem but can you come with me? I don't feel safe, especially not knowing this person.

"Sure."

You finished eating and headed to your next class.

"Listen, first years, you joined this club because you either want to play, or just because you want girls running after you. Either way, we all here take things seriously, whether it's just a practice match or a friendly match. This school is known to have the best volleyball players in all of Japan, and i dont want anything to ruin that title we have. We don't want to waste our time in practices so don't do things that would end up in a waste of yours or our time. Just remember to enjoy what you're doing, or at least just train properly. Now, do 50 sets, and you're free to go."

Your school has been seen to have the best volleyball team in all of Japan, getting trophies and winning championships 4 years straight and counting.

This long of a speech has sent the first years a shiver down their spine. They expected to have a strict captain, but they didn't expect you to be this cold.

As time went by, you helped the first years in their first training.

As all cleaned the gym to end the daily training, you waited for F/n before shutting the lights off.

"You really sure you want to meet this person? I have a bad feeling about this.."

"It's okay. I don't know what's the reason to get scared of. we're inside school anyways."

You headed to the designated place along with F/n. As you were getting closer, you saw a man with a jacket on, covering their face.

You headed closer to him, "Are you the one who messaged me..?"

"Ah, you're here..."

"Can your friend leave us for a minute..?"

"Sure, F/n, can you leave for a minute.." You muttered.

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point, I know what happened to your parents, I know how they died.",

"W-what..? Why is this important, I know I've said this to some of my friends, but why..? I have no intent to go back through my past, I wanna leave it all behind."

"Well, the thing is, I also know you have a sister. And in fact, she's alive."

"What..? Where is she? How'd you know I had one?"

"Not all of that is important, but I know where she is. She's studying at a school far from here. Nekoma high-school."

A/n: first chapter!!! Took me so long but was worth it, I would usually post every 3 to 4 days, but it's up to me if I'm not too lazy to post <3

Word count: 929

[daisynik7]

A Bento for Kento

Chapter 4: The Truth Comes Out

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~3.8k

cw: it gets a tad suggestive at one point, but it’s still pretty tame :) 

Summary: Ren reveals the truth. You make some questionable Google searches. Nanami finally gets his ham and cheese sandwich.

Notes: This chapter's bento is inspired by the tasty looking ham and cheese sandwich from Episode 13 of the anime. This is for you, bakery girl, we love you! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter(s). Thanks for all those that have read, reblogged, liked, and/or commented so far! I appreciate it so much.

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It’s Monday, the start of a new week. You’re already awake when your alarm rings, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, remembering last Friday night’s festivities.

After you and your brother stuffed your faces at the street food fair, Ren finally told you everything.

He told you about his birth parents and how they were involved with some shady people called “Curse Users”. He shared his thoughts about the unusual circumstances of their deaths and that he determines that they were killed because they were trying to leave all that behind once he was born. He explained how he could see “curses”, which he mentioned was “like seeing ghosts, except they are way uglier and mostly stupid.”

The truth about his lessons with Nanami was revealed; apparently he’s being taught how to exorcise curses. And that this mentor of his is actually a super strong “grade 1 sorcerer”, and not a regular high school teacher. He even described Jujutsu High and how it’s supposedly the best institution for people like him. “I want to become a powerful Jujutsu sorcerer so I can help people and make the world a better place,” he said.

All you could do was listen with intrigue and astonishment. Plus a dozen other emotions you couldn’t really process in that moment.

As you lie in bed this morning, you think back at your childhood. Were there any signs of this back then? You remember an incident when you were walking home together. You took a different route that day and passed by a creepy, abandoned house. Ren stopped dead in his tracks, peering into the windows, as if he could see something. That must have been a curse, right? How about all those other times he would stare at people on the street? Maybe he was focused on the curses, rather than the people. He mentioned how some can linger around humans without them even knowing. You remember this vividly because it creeped you out.

Then, there were those nights after Ren moved in. It was expected that he would still be traumatized by his parents’ deaths. But you specifically remember hearing him cry about “the shadows” and “monsters” while Mom and Dad comforted him. This went on for weeks until one day, he announced at the dinner table, “I’m not scared anymore” with so much determination on his face. You were confused, but your parents just looked at him lovingly and ruffled his hair. No questions asked. You make a mental reminder to have a long talk with your parents once they’re back from vacation. Clearly they know more about this situation than you do.

You’re aware that your brother has some odd quirks, but it’s never bothered you. It still doesn’t. It’s what you love about him. He’s always been your weirdo booger. Sure, he has this morbid side to him, but above all, he is sweet and thoughtful. He marches to his own beat proudly. He’s a good, genuine person. Despite not being blood related, the unconditional love has been there from the start. Ever since your parents brought him home all those years ago, you wanted to look out for him, as a big sister should. Mom and Dad love him as a son, and you love him as a brother. Nothing about his past, present, or future will change that. 

The two of you spent the rest of the weekend together normally. You watched movies, baked cookies, and took a few walks to the park. Whenever Ren played videos games online with his friends, you searched the Internet for anything to help you better understand. Googling “what do I do if my brother sees ghosts” did not help. Neither did “how to kill a curse”. You made sure to delete your embarrassing browser history before Ren could see. 

All in all, nothing has changed. You just know the truth now.

Does it shatter your perception of the world and reality as you know it? Yes. Is it unsettling knowing curses are out there, floating around and wreaking havoc, invisible to the ordinary human’s eye? Definitely. But at least you know that Ren isn’t getting roped into some pyramid scheme, like you originally thought. And that he’s not joining a cult.

Well, you’re still not entirely convinced that it’s not a cult.

Most importantly, he’s learning how to stop curses and curse users. You can’t blame him for wanting to learn any of this, considering what happened to his birth parents.

You toss to your side and finally shut off the alarm that’s been blaring for the past five minutes, too lost in thought to pay attention to it. Before you get up to start breakfast and prepare the bentos, Ren’s words replay in your mind:

I want to become a powerful Jujutsu sorcerer so I can help people and make the world a better place. 

Even though most of what he admitted to you sounds like elements straight from a horror movie, knowing he wants to do good is something you can live with.

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Nanami arrives to the office early on Monday. As he sits at his desk waiting for Ren’s arrival, he recalls Friday afternoon’s mission.

They were sent to a burned down apartment building nearby. Gojo reported that there was a small infestation of Fly Heads that could be easily dealt with, so it was safe for Ren to tag along. A stray appeared randomly as they explored the first floor. Nanami took this as a learning opportunity. He captured it in a small cage and had Ren observe it, all while explaining the different ways to eliminate it. This was also a way for Nanami to confirm that Ren can truly see curses, which he can.

Once they encountered the infestation on the top floor, Nanami had Ren hide in a safe position so that he could observe from a distance. He easily eliminated the curses using his blunt sword, all while explaining exactly what he was doing. Ren was staring at him in awe as he was feverishly taking notes.

They took the Fly Head back to the office as some kind of souvenir. Nanami could tell that Ren was reluctant to let it go, so he agreed that they could keep it, expression giddy as they locked it up in one of the desk drawers. 

Nanami chuckles to himself as he opens the drawer to check on the curse, still safely secured.

“Morning, mentor! Is our friend still here?” Ren drops his backpack and stands beside Nanami, observing their new pet.

“Hey there little guy!” Ren coos, wiggling his finger towards the pest. It produces a buzzing noise in response.

Nanami returns to his desk, allowing Ren a moment with his new “friend”. He remembers their conversation before their mission. Ren planned on telling his sister about Jujutsu Sorcery. He’s curious if it happened and how it went.

“How was your weekend?” Nanami asks.

Ren closes the drawer and sits at this usual spot. “Well, I told my sister. About everything.”

“And how did that go?”

“It went well. I said what I needed to say. It felt good to tell her the truth.”

Ren smiles before continuing. “You were right, I should have given her more credit. She freaked out way less than I thought she would. Her facial expressions were hilarious though. But other than that, she didn’t really ask me any questions. She just listened. We spent the weekend like we usually do. It felt normal.”

Nanami recalls the note from last week: Can’t wait to spend this weekend watching movies and baking cookies with you! He wishes he could have tasted those cookies.

“Glad it went well. It’s always nice to be honest,” Nanami says. He thinks about all the tiny notes in his briefcase. He feels a tad bit guilty, harboring this little secret of his, but not enough to reveal his own truth.

They start their lesson on cursed tools and weapons. Once it’s lunch, Nanami brews his tea and buys a Pocari Sweat from the vending machine, the usual cycle. Like clockwork, Hello Kitty is waiting for him on his desk as Ren prepares to bite into…

Wait.

Is it really?

Nanami speed walks to his spot, tearing off the cover to the bento. Inside is a ham and cheese sandwich. It’s slightly smushed, but once he picks it up with his hands, it’s beautiful.

Already knowing the answer, Nanami asks, “What is this?”

Ren finishes chewing and replies, “Ham and cheese sandwich! It’s on some type of French bread. She’s always talking about the bread.” Ren shrugs. “She loves bread.”

Nanami gulps.

He loves bread.

She loves bread.

And she makes ham and cheese sandwiches.

There is hunger and butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Before he can say or do anything embarrassing, he bites into it. This time, his eyes actually do roll to the back of his head. It’s amazing. The bread has the perfect texture: Chewy crust on the outside, soft crumb on the inside. There is a perfect proportion of ingredients, Nanami notices, as he inspects it thoroughly after his first taste. Creamy mayo and Dijon mustard skillfully spread on each slice. Fresh lettuce and tomatoes sliced thin. Generous layers of ham and cheese, which Nanami can tell are from a high-quality deli.

It's as good as the one he used to get from the bakery.

No. It’s better.

Nanami doesn’t speak, savoring each bite of this divine creation. He’s brought back to reality when he hears Ren’s voice. “It looks like you’re really enjoying it!”

He swallows before admitting, “I am enjoying this. I’m quite fond of ham and cheese sandwiches.” That’s an understatement, but he’s trying to remain calm in front of his student.

“My sister woke up early this morning to pick up all the ingredients. She went to the bakery, a deli, and this little farmer’s market nearby. How she managed to stuff this big sandwich in the bento, I’ll never understand. She’s some kind of cooking wizard or something.”

As Ren talks, Nanami continues to happily munch on his food. He agrees with Ren; she is a wizard for conjuring magic like this.

“Oh! Forgot to share today’s wisdom. ‘To my little superhero, let’s kick some Jujutsu ass today!’” Ren beams as he gazes at the note. “She really is the best.”

Nanami is too excited about the meal that he forgot about the note. He retrieves the cover and turns it over to inspect. When he reads it, his eyes widen with shock.

Nanami,

Thanks for looking after Ren these past few weeks. I hope you’ve been enjoying my bentos.  

P.S. Sorry about Hello Kitty ;)

~~~

That morning

After assembling what might be the best sandwich you’ve ever assembled, you take a few seconds to admire your work. Ren comes into the kitchen and stands next to you. “Did you really make that? That’s not from a sandwich shop?”

You flash a bright smile at him and brag, “It was all me! I made it! I bought all the ingredients this morning. I wanted this week’s lunch to be a little different.”

He puts an arm around your shoulders. “You’re the best, sis.”

You rest your head on him. “Thanks for being honest with me, booger.”

“Well, since we’re being honest, there’s one more thing I have to tell you.”

You groan. “Oh no, I don’t know how much more of this I can handle right now!”

“It’s not anything serious, I promise!” He points at the bentos. “I’ve actually been giving a bento to my mentor, Nanami. He never has any lunch with him, so I felt bad and wanted to share. And I think he likes me better because of it!”

You’re surprised at this news. Nanami, Ren’s mentor slash the handsome ex-stockbroker, has been eating your food this whole time? Not only that, but he’s probably witnessed some of the embarrassing messages you’ve written.

“Wait, do you give him the blue bento box?”

Ren grins. “No, he eats in the Hello Kitty one, hehe.”

You slap your palm to your forehead. “So I’ve been serving this man food in a Hello Kitty bento box the entire time?!”

“Yup!” Ren replies, giddy.

If you knew this guy was eating your cooking, you would have prepared a more elevated dish, not egg salad sandwiches or meatballs. You look at the sandwiches that you were proud of moments ago and frown.

Ren, sensing your internal crisis, reassures you, “He really likes it. He even said your egg salad sandwich was tasty. And trust me, that is not a common word in that guy’s vocabulary.” He attempts to place the covers on, pressing down to smush the sandwich in.

“Wait! Let me do my notes.”

Ren steps aside. “Oh yeah! Can’t forget that. It’s my favorite part.” He gives you a big smile. Your brother really is a sweetheart.

It doesn’t take you long to complete Ren’s. However, it does take time to think about the other. The one that Nanami probably reads. Should you pretend that it’s still for your brother? Or say something generic? Maybe a silly joke?

You contemplate for a minute before you decide what you want to write.

~~~

Nanami re-reads it again and again, not knowing how to react. There are several things that stick out to him. First, the use of his name. She knows his name. How? They haven’t been formally introduced to each other yet.

Second, she’s giving him thanks. Thanks for what? He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t need to be thanked. Does it make him feel good? Sure. Does he like it? Yeah. Does it give him butterflies seeing it in writing like this? Absolutely.

Third, she’s aware about him eating her food. Worst of all, she knows that he eats from the Hello Kitty bento box. He should have never trusted that damn feline.

Last, and certainly not least, that winky face. A winky face?! A. Winky. Face.

Is she flirting with him?

He buries his head in his hands. Why is he thinking about this? Why is he flustered? Riled up over nothing? She doesn’t even know that he exists.

No. She does know he exists.

All those times, pretending that those kind words were for him. This time, it actually is. He can’t let this opportunity go to waste.

Nanami glances over at Ren, who is distracted by his phone. Now is his chance.

He gets a small piece of paper and quickly scribbles a message. He sticks it into the empty bento and closes it with the cover, observing it for another good minute before plotting his next move. As nonchalantly as he could, he walks over to Ren and hands it to him, thanking him for another great lunch. 

He watches carefully as Hello Kitty disappears into the backpack, praying to the Sanrio gods that she fulfills this mission for him.

~~~

That night after dinner, Ren studies at the table as you get prepare to wash the dishes. “Hey Ren, can you hand me the bentos?”

“Sure.” He sets them on the counter beside you, then goes back to his seat.

Opening his first, you place it in the sink with the rest of the dirty plates. You start to do the same with the Hello Kitty container, but something catches your eye; a piece of paper with words written on it.

You almost call Ren to question him about it, but you stop as soon as you realize that your name is written at the top in unfamiliar handwriting. The rest of it reads:

I’ve licked every single one of your bentos clean. There’s no doubt that I’ve enjoyed your meals.

P.S. Hello Kitty has grown on me, so I don’t mind :)

You clutch the note against your chest, checking to make sure Ren is still distracted by his book, which he is. You study it again slowly, word for word, the gears in your brain spinning faster and faster. After processing what’s written, blood rushes into your cheeks, feeling flustered.

Especially at the word “licked”.

He licked them clean. Licked.

Every. Single. One.

Oh my.

You can’t help but picture it. Kento Nanami, handsome ex-stockbroker from whatever that company’s name is, licking every corner of that Hello Kitty bento box, licking his fingers clean, licking your –

“Hey sis, I’m going to my room!” Ren’s announcement startles you out of whatever ridiculous scenario you are imagining.

“Okay!” you respond, without turning around to face him. You can’t bear to even look at him right now. You listen as his footsteps fade into the background, then a door shuts in the distance. Sighing in relief, you glance at the note again, smiling. For someone who seems so serious, he sure is cheesy drawing a smiley at the end. You secure it in your pocket, shaking your head to remove any impure thoughts from your dirty mind.

Why are you getting so flustered by this? It means nothing. He’s responding to you to be polite, that’s all. There is no hidden meaning behind it. Stop letting whatever girlish fantasies you have run wild. You are better than this.

As you lie in bed that night, Nanami’s picture on your phone in one hand, his message in the other, you realize that maybe you’re not better than this after all.

~~~

Nanami went the rest of the day not thinking about the note.

They finished another successful lesson, said their goodbyes, and Nanami went home. The usual. He cooked himself a nice plate of carbonara with a side of garlic bread, all paired with glass of white wine, of course. He skimmed the paper while he digested his dinner. He showered, changed into a robe, watched the nightly news. Flossed, brushed, and changed into his pajamas. Same routine. 

The only difference is that now, he’s lying in bed unable to sleep because that’s the only thing he can focus on. It’s not even her note he’s freaking out about. It’s his. The one he sent to her in a red Hello Kitty bento box. Where he wrote “licked” on it. And drew a smiley. He covers his face with his palms and groans aloud. His embarrassment is catching up to him ten hours later, ten hours too late. If he knew how ridiculous he sounded, he would have never written it. 

He didn’t mean for it to sound so…suggestive. He was simply being honest. He actually does lick those bentos clean. He does it after each meal to collect every last morsel from that container. He has no shame in that. But he didn’t have to admit it to her, especially not to the woman who is giving him these feasts. She must think I’m some kind of pervert, he thinks. His cheeks feel hot as he grumbles again.

He’s reminded of the picture Ren showed him last week. Her holding those giant meatballs. That warm, inviting smile on her face. Those cute sushi pajamas. She’s probably a nice person. A good person. He hears it from Ren so often that he starts to believe it himself. He refuses to see her as anything other than wholesome and good.

What was her reaction to it? He imagines her finding it and smiling. Maybe she re-reads it a couple of times and giggles. She probably has a nice laugh. Someone with that smile must have a beautiful laugh.

You’re better than this, he tells himself. He shouldn’t let his imagination run wild. He is a grown man thinking about a woman in sushi pajamas. She is a normal woman who cooks amazing meals and has a gorgeous smile. It’s no big deal.

Yet here he is, in bed, getting excited. His entire body is heating up, he has to strip the blanket off to cool down.

Maybe he isn’t better than this.

~~~

Wednesday morning, after having two nights to think about it, you decide how you want to respond to Nanami.

You scribble your message, add a few hearts in there for good measure, and sign your name.

It’s all innocent fun. You’ll probably never meet each other in real life. What’s the harm in playing around?

~~~

Wednesday afternoon, Nanami sits at his desk, blushing profusely. He pays no attention to the delectable sandwich in front of him. His sole focus is on the note he is currently gawking at:

Nanami,

You had me flustered. I hope you enjoy today’s ham and cheese sandwich. I put extra love in there, just for you.

Three hearts drawn in a row. Then her name signed at the end.

As Ren inhales his lunch in the background, Nanami hunches over his desk, re-reading the words carefully. He even removes his glasses to get a closer look.

So, she doesn’t think I’m some sort of bento box licking pervert, he thinks. Good. That’s good.

She got flustered at his message. Flustered. And she put extra love in the sandwich, just for him. She was thinking of him when she made this sandwich. She thinks about him. This is for him. The note, the sandwich, her love.

Nanami blushes. This is getting ridiculous.

Kento Nanami does not blush. He does not exchange flirtatious comments with strangers, let alone his student’s older sister. He does not get butterflies in his stomach. He does not fall in love. This is all just a momentary lapse of judgment.

Kento Nanami is a grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. Kento Nanami is a professional. Kento Nanami is a serious adult.

Kento Nanami is alone. That’s the way it is. 

Ren’s summer lessons are almost over. And by the time he becomes a Jujutsu High student, he’ll move into the dorms on campus. There will be no reason to ever meet his sister in person. He’s sure of it.

What harm can a little playful flirtation be? This is a silly exchange they’re doing. Two adults having innocent fun. There’s nothing wrong with it. He’s allowed a moment of fun once in a while in this mundane life of his. Right?

He jots something down on a piece of paper and places it in the box. It’s certainly less embarrassing than the previous, he made sure of that. 

He sighs as he finally picks up his sandwich to eat. From his peripheral, he notices Ren looking at him, concerned.

~~~

You didn’t expect him to respond back. You were thinking it was going to be a one-and-done type of deal. You didn’t know this man, but you assumed that he is the type to not entertain this frivolous idea.

But here you are, standing in front of your kitchen sink, reading his latest reply: 

It was delicious, as usual. I wish you could make this for me every day.

No smiley faces this time, straight forward and to the point. For some odd reason, this tamer response still has you just as flustered as the infamous lick memo. 

After you wash and hand dry the containers, you retrieve a small sticky note to write your reply, tucking it in the box for Friday.

~~~ 

Friday afternoon, Nanami reads the words attached to his lunch:

That can be arranged ;) Happy Friday, Nanami.

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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 4

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook asks to spent time with y/n as friends Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word Count: 1.2k~ Warnings: Nothing really, Jungkook is just being annoying and flirty a/n: This is just a tiny bite of the story since I haven't updated it in almost 5 days... oops. I'm spending time at my sister's house for the next few days but I should be able to work on posting more on Monday :) Read from the beginning

Days after my reconciliation with Jungkook I find myself thinking of the possibility of asking him if he would consider working on the game with me again but that would require me to swallow my pride. I'm not really in favor of that option so I decide to wait until he brings it up... if he brings it up.

I could always put up a flyer in the visual arts department asking if anyone would be interested in joining. I'm saying it here and now, I will never crawl back to him, if he sees that I'm still looking for a designer and ends up being interested then he can beg me to be a part of the project again. 

Either way as long as I get a new one by the end of the week then I don't care who I work with. As long as they have a good work ethic and their character design doesn't suck and they can keep to deadlines and... well maybe it might be a bit harder to find someone to fit the bill than I thought it would, knowing that people tend to be very unreliable and unpredictable creatures. I don't want to go through what I went through with Hana cancelling on me again. I guess the only way to really try to find someone is let people know about it.

Calculating all the pros and cons of what the result might be depending on my methods I decide fliers with my contact information would be my best bet. I'll just place it on some sort of bulletin board and hope for the best. If that doesn't work I'll resort to some sort of digital announcement. Opening the program I plan to use I notice that I've received a friend request on sns. Pulling it up I'm greeted with a follow request from Jungkook which I find strange but I accept it nonetheless. Soon after I get a DM from him in my inbox. 

'Hey pretty, I didn't realize you had social media, I guess this means we're friends now that we're following each other :)' I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse at flirting.

'Last I checked you followed me, I haven't followed you yet' I say putting him in his place.

'Yet ;)' shit I should've just ignored him. 

'Come on y/n just follow me, I promise my account isn't some narcissistic blog or anything, plus next time we see each other I want to take a picture with you and post it! I like posting pictures of my friends!' he says and I can feel his smile through the phone and I roll my eyes at the thought.

'You have to ask for my consent before posting anything' I reply ultimately giving into him since there's no harm done with clicking a single button. 

'Okay I got it. Hey can we meet up in the library tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you end up spending a lot of time in there anyways so I just thought that maybe we could study together, especially since we taking Chinese together' he says waiting for my permission to give him another place to annoy me in.

'What makes you think I would want to study with you?' I say hoping to brush him off.

'y/n I'm your TA , I've see all of the work you've turned in' he teases.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I ask offended at what he's implying.

 'It means that you write like a child. Plus your accent when you speak isn't the best either. I could tutor you if you'd like ;)' he responds, simultaneously offering his help while also insulting me. 

'Pass' I say frustrated with his attitude.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I just like thinking about what you might look like while you're responding to me. You probably have your brows pinched together looking utterly offended and maybe even blushing from embarrassment' 

'I'm not embarrassed!' I retort.

'Why don't you look in the mirror pretty, I've got you blushing without even being there don't I' I get up frustrated, determined to prove him wrong but to my disgust I see my cheeks with a light dusting of pink. 

'Fuck you' I reply indirectly confirming his suspicions.

"Anyway do you want to meet after the class you have after Chinese?' he suggests.

'Aren't you in that class too?' I question annoyed by the memory of him taking my spot for the second time that day.

'No I dropped the class, there was no way I was gonna stay in it and bring down my gpa, I just wanted to annoy you for a bit' he admits.

'Do you have another class after Chinese?' I ask curious as to what he'll do while I'm in class.

'Oh no I'm done for the day after that :)' he sends

'So you're just gonna wait around for me until my hour and a half class ends and then spend even more time studying together? Don't you have something better to do with your life?' I question, confused as to why he would do that. 

'Not really, I just wanna spend some time with you. I wanna be friends remember?' he send with no hesitation.

Is this what friends do for each other? Waste a whole day waiting for your class to finish just to then tutor them afterwards just because you want to 'spend time with them'?

'You Jeon Jungkook are an enigma' I respond not bothering to acknowledge his continued efforts to establish a friendship with me for some odd reason. 

'Thank you? Anyways what's your answer pretty?' he prods, not satisfied with my evasion of his proposition. 

'First off stop calling me that, second I'll be there from 3-6 are you prepared to stay for that long?' I question trying to get him to rescind his invitation. 

'Yep, I'll make sure to clear my schedule, see you then pretty ;)'

I groan audibly at his antics and close out the app. I guess this whole flyer situation can wait until tomorrow since he's given me a splitting headache from all of this. Who knows maybe he'll bring up the game tomorrow so I won't have to make them or swallow my pride, therefore making him come crawling back to me since he seems so eager to spend time with me. 

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind I decide to go to bed early to prepare myself for the mystery this is to be my day tomorrow. My days used to be the same week to week, month to month through out my life with minor changes to my class schedules since I've been in college but ever since Jeon Jungkook decided to walk into my life it has been anything but ordinary.

I'm used to scheduling things down to the very minute and that has worked well for me. It's set me up for success in my schooling but also as an adult. My life is what some people might call boring but I find peace in my calculated existence. Whereas Jeon Jungkook rolls with the punches and lives in chaos. My world is in black and white and his is in color, my life is routine and his life is creative. Why has someone like him taken an interest in me when I'm the exact opposite. Why can't he just leave me alone? I guess the real question I should be asking is why can't I get him out of my head? 

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 4

The next morning, the sun starts to gently beam through the curtain-less windows. It was enough to wake me up from my deep sleep. Yesterday wore me out so good that I was able to go straight home from the saloon and fall right to sleep.

I get out of bed and do some morning stretches. Regardless of me going to the gym here and there, my muscles ache pretty bad. I look at my phone to see what time it is. It is about the only thing it's good for in this town.

"6 am?!" I shout.

I have never been up so early on my own. When I have to get up at this time, I usually have to set an alarm.

I reach into my bag to throw on the same set of overalls but a different shirt underneath. This time, it's a dark blue, plaid, long sleeve. I got to the bathroom and splash water on my face. I twist my hair into a loose braid once again, then head out to start working in the field. I make sure to grab the axe on my way out.

I start chopping away all the stray trees scattered in the field. Only the ones that will be in my way once I start planting seeds.

It wasn't long until I was interrupted by an unfamiliar, friendly voice, "Howdy, Mayor Lewis told me you arrived yesterday. I'm Marnie!"

When I turn around, I find a short, plump, older lady approaching me. Braids must be the style here because she is also rocking one.

"Hi Marnie! My name's Danny" I put down my axe to extend my hand out to her. She shakes it firmly.

"I sell livestock and animal care products at my ranch just down that path," Marnie turns to point, "You should swing by sometime. That is, once you get an area set up to put livestock. I'd also be happy if you happen to swing by just because, too."

I give her a friendly smile and nod my head, "Of course! I will try to stop by whenever I pass by."

Marnie returns the smile. "Anyways, If you ever need anything you know where I'm at! I'll let you get back to what you're doing. You seem to have a lot on your hands with this farm," She says as she begins her journey back down the path.

I go back to chopping the trees and clearing up more of the field to the best of my ability.

                                                  🌻 🌻 🌻

Unfortunately, chopping down the rest of the trees turned into a two day job. I didn't even leave the farm those two days. I got so wrapped up in clearing this place up. All I've been eating were the snacks I brought from home.

Those two days were short ones though because I kept going to bed pretty early. Removing the stumps of the trees was a pain. Chopping was the easy part.

However, today I decided I am going to Pierre's to get some groceries and since I finally have the place to my liking, I can get those seeds now. I never did end up doing them Monday.

When I pass by Harvey's clinic and look through the window. Seems pretty empty in there except for one guy with a fantastic mustache and glasses. I assume that'd be Harvey.

I stop to look at the bulletin board that's on Pierre's shop. I look at the calendar with everyone's birthdays on one side, and at the "Help Wanted" side. There doesn't seem to be anything posted there yet.

After continuing the rest of the way to the door of Pierre's store. I grab the handle and yank it. It doesn't open.

"Huh? That's weird. Maybe it's a push door?" I say to myself as I try pushing on the door. It doesn't budge.

I take a step back and scratch my head. I look at all the papers taped to the glass door and finally at the sign on the wall next to the door:

Monday: 9 am - 5 am

Tuesday: 9 am - 5 am

Closed on Wednesdays

Thursday: 9 am- 5 am

Friday: 9 am - 5 am

Saturday: 9 am- 5 am

Sunday: 9 am - 5 am

"Wait, what's today?" I look back at the calendar on the bulletin board.

"Of course it's Wednesday. When I actually need to get something it's closed."

Once, again I take a step back from the store and turn to look around at the town. I decide to go around the corner and up the stone steps. I turn left and I pass by the building Mayor Lewis told me was the Community Centre. I keep walking and find myself standing on one side of a water fountain. It's a pretty big one but I can just make out a playground located a few feet behind it.

I stand around the fountain and admire it for a bit. I stick my hand in the water and swish it around. Suddenly I find myself with both hands playing in the water. I get a little carried away until a familiar voice chimes in from the other side of the fountain

"What do you think you're doing?"

I quickly yank my hands back and out of the fountain. The person poked their head around the center of the fountain so I could see them. Out of everyone who could have caught me doing that it had to be Haley.

"I don't know... The water felt really nice on my hands. They've been pretty beat up the last few days," I hold my hands back out in front of me. I angled them downward so she could see how red and calloused they are. Not that she would care. I notice her face scrunch up in disgust. "I guess I just got carried away. What are you doing here?" I ask her.

"Not that it matters to you, but I tend to come here to think," she looks away from me and turns toward the town, "It's also a great spot to look over at the town and watch everyone go about their day."

Her expression seemed to softened as she looks towards the town.

"And what does a pretty girl like you have to think about?" I question her. I scoot a bit closer to where she is sitting on the edge of the fountain. She is definitely in a vulnerable mood so I decided to try and ease the tension between us.

From where I am sitting, it looked like her face went bright red. It could just be the lighting though. Or maybe I imagined it.

She quickly tucked her beautiful, blonde hair behind her ears and looked towards the other way. Within seconds, she looks back with a scowl and clears her throat to speak.

"It doesn't matter what I think about. I just think, okay?" She abruptly stands and hurriedly walks to the steps that go down the other side of the buildings. Near the path to get to my farm.

I nod my head and look down at my boot I guess I've been dragging around in the dirt the whole time. Suddenly, two little kids run past me with Penny lagging behind. The two kids stop dead in their tracks when they notice I am there.

"Oh, a stranger! My name's Vincent. Momma says not to talk to strangers," The boy in the striped t-shirt says, "but you seem okay."

"...Hi..." Whispers the girl in the purple dress with a cute bow on her head.

"That's Jas. She is a shy one. Until she gets to know you of course," Penny explains when she finally catches up to the kids. "We don't have a school here but I'm doing my best to give and a proper education. They are just super energetic today and won't sit still."

The kids start giggling and take off once again. Penny huffs and continues chasing after them.

I then decide it's about time to go back to the farm. The sun has begun to set, and it is starting to get dark. I notice time really flies in Pelican Town.

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Hi Yokan 👋

I have questions

First question - how’re you doing? Hope life hasn’t been too stressful for you!

Second question - have you been reading anything that has really resonated with you in the last couple of weeks/months.

Third (and most weird) question - if you could choose a superpower what would you choose? (Dumb question I know😂)

Fourth question - most proud moment in your writing career.

And final question - how’s writing going with the Wolf? Hope you’ve not struggled too much in starting it!

hope your doing okay! ❤️

Hi, friend! How's it going?

Can I just say, it's so lovely to get all these questions! ✨ I love this so much, thank you! 💝

First: I'm ok! Work is always stressful these days, I don't think it's going to give me a break until at least September. 😂 But it's not the worst right now. Tomorrow is my birthday and I just the best piece of chocolate cake humanity has to offer, so I'm cool right now. 😇 Just wish tomorrow wasn't Monday. 🥲

Second: I have read 7 books this year so far, but nothing that's stood out as being great, sadly. :( Still haven't had a 5 stars. I finished a thriller called None of This is True by Lisa Jewell which was pretty good, if you're into thrillers. 4 stars, maybe.

In terms of fanfiction, I've have been reading random pieces of non-Kc fic, as per usual 😂 But I have also read The Little Wolf by @morningstargirl666, which is absolutely fantastic, if you haven't read it yet. It's a retelling of the show's canon about the Original family and how they were turned into vampires, with special focus on Klaus' werewolf heritage, and it's so, so, so good! And so much better than canon! It actually gives depth to the siblings' relationships, and it has so many little nods to what we know of them in the future. Beautifully woven! I have also read Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch, which is a canon divergent AU where a spell goes wrong and Caroline ends up finding out Klaus is her soulmate. It's hot, it has absolutely nom-nom-able dialogues and A+++ interactions between KC, it features Damon getting his ass kicked! I don't know, it's just the whole package. 🤌

Third: This would be a very weird question if I hadn't spent an irrational amount of time thinking about that. 😂 I guess it really depends on what kind of universe you mean, because it varies. But I would very much like to have telekinesis like Prue in Charmed.

Fourth: That's a tough one. I'm an extremely critical person of my own writing, so it's hard for me to feel proud of stuff I've done tbh. 😂 But I think I was pretty proud when I finished The Wolf 2. It's not my personal favorite thing I've ever written, but I think it's probably my best written story. I really like the final part of that story, the way I managed to tie it back to TVD, I think it was very full circle and made the story a lot more unique. I also had a lot of fun writing the Mikaelsons and Caroline back in Mystic Falls after the time they spent in Nola. 😂 So maybe that.

Final: It's... going. 🥲 I took a pause after writing two chapters back to back, tried to work on some other stuff, and then I circled back to it. I've actually just started the next chapter, have a couple of scenes. I don't think this first chapter will be a long one, but I think it will take a lot of editing tbh. 😂 I haven't been at most inspired right now, so not sure how much of what I've written will stand the test of a re-read. I had plans to get a chapter out before the end of the month, but I'm not sure I'll manage it. 🥲 We'll see how this week goes. Pray for me.

Thanks for the questions, friend! I hope you have a wonderful week! ✨

[hockeylovee12]

I’m Not Looking for Approval-Luke Hughes

Chapter Three-Hockey Formal

Summary: Luke Hughes and Jade Brooks continue getting closer and Luke invites Jade to his hockey teams formal.

Warnings: Underage drinking

Luke arrived back in Michigan with the team Sunday afternoon and went straight to Jades place.

The two of them spent the rest of the day together until 10pm when he went back home.

On Monday you both had classes and then Luke went to practice.

“Hey Lukey” one of his teammates Rutger McGroarty approached him after a drill.

“Hey Rutger” Luke responds

“So I hear you’ve been sneaking around with a girl?” He continues Lukes face blushes red not doing a very good job at hiding the obvious

“who told you that?” Luke asks

“rumor going around but based on your red cheeks I’m going to assume it’s true. So are you bringing her to the formal on Saturday night?” Rutger asks.

Every year the hockey team has a formal dance type thing a few guys bring dates and last year Luke brought a friend who was in a sorority only thing is she had a boyfriend and just wanted to go for the fun of it.

Usually Luke wouldn’t mind but she ended up being a complete bitch to him and he cut all ties with her.

“I don’t know maybe” Luke responds

Rutger is about to say something when Coach calls him over.

Practice continued and afterwards they had a team meeting.

This weekend they play Minnesota at home and Minnesota is currently ranked number one in both the big 10 and the country so they have a lot riding on them this weekend.

Luke couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over so he could go get dinner with Jade. He took a quick shower then put on some jeans and a long sleeve shirt along with his Michigan jacket then he left to meet up with her at an on campus restaurant.

The food was pretty good and they talked a bit about this weekend.

Luke tells Jade how nervous he is for this weekend and Jade reassures him that he will be great and slips in that she’s excited to get watch him in person on Friday and Saturday.

Luke smiles at this and then starts getting a little nervous.

“Are you alright?” Jade asks

“ya ya I just wanted to ask you about something?” Luke says

“what’s up?” Jade says cautiously

“so on Saturday night after the game the hockey team has a formal thing it’s kinda cliché but we basically get dressed up drive somewhere and dance for a bit but I wanted to know if you’d be my date?” Luke says hoping she says yes.

“I’d love to!” Jade responds

Luke breathes a sigh of relief “thank god I was worried you’d say no” he tells her

“no of course not it’ll be fun!” She says

Luke smiles and the two of them continue their dinner and talk about different things before Luke walks her back to her apartment and heads home to his own.

The next day Luke had a super busy day and didn’t get a chance to see Jade but they texted a few times during the day and then later that day at practice Luke approached one of the media people who was in charge of the formal happening on Saturday and told them he needed an extra ticket.

She put him down as having a plus one and then he dressed out to join his team on the ice.

On Wednesday Luke went to all of his classes then meet up with Jade to grab lunch before heading to the rink.

Coach had them doing drills and conditioning all practice so when they were dismissed Luke was absolutely exhausted and went straight home to get in bed.

Thursday Luke spent most of his day at the rink practicing and getting in a few extra reps before tomorrows game.

Afterwards he got dinner with his roommates then headed to bed.

Friday he got breakfast with Jade before heading to the rink. After he got dressed in his red suit and headed to the rink with his roommates.

After warmups he headed onto the ice where he saw Jade sitting with her friends in the student section. He smiled at her which she returned the gesture. Minnesota ended up winning 5-4 in a shootout and Luke was pissed.

He met up with Jade afterwards and the two of them went back to her place.

Luke ranted about how he played and Jade reassured him he did a good job and reminded him he still has tomorrow to play better and he did.

Michigan won in overtime with a goal from Luke with one minute left of the clock.

Luke was pumped. After he took a shower he met up with Jade and the two went to her apartment to get ready for the formal.

Luke brought his stuff over early in the week and started changing into a white button down, a jacket and some slacks with air forces well Jade did her hair and makeup.

15 minutes before the two had to leave to meet up at his house for a pregame Jade began trying on dresses showing Luke all the options.

Jades first option was a short red dress with an open back that Luke thought she looked gorgeous in but she wasn’t too sure.

Jade walks back to her room and changes into a long sleeve blue dress with sparkles and shows Luke “

you look great” he tells her

“um I don’t know looks very high schoolish” She says the process goes on for about 10 more minutes

“you know we have to leave soon” Luke reminds her

“I have nothing to wear” Jade says getting frustrated

“just choose a dress you know you’ll look fabulous in whatever” Luke tells her

“I just wanna make sure I make a good impression it’s the first time I’m going to meet your team” Jade says

“hey come here they are going to love you” Luke says wrapping his arm around her.

While they haven’t made anything official the two could both see where this little friendship was going so Jade felt it was important to make a good impression on Lukes friends.

Luke and Jade talk for a few more minutes before Jade goes back into her room and changes into the first dress she tried on.

“Ok I’m ready” Jade says putting on a pair of black heels

“you look amazing” Luke says Jade blushes and says thank you then the two of them walk out of her apartment and head to the sophomores house.

A few of the freshman and his teammates dates already arrived and were taking a few shots.

Jade and Luke headed over to the kitchen and Luke took out two shot glasses examining the alcohol on the counter.

“Vodka or Tequila?” He asks

“vodka” Jade replies

Luke pours two shots and hands one to Jade cheering and then drinking placing their glasses back on the table

“who’s this?” Ethan asks walking over to Luke and Jade with a blonde wrapped around him

“This is Jade” Luke introduces

“hi it’s nice to meet you” Jade politely says holding her hand out Ethan nods but leaves her hanging before walking away

“don’t worry about him most likely he’s already drunk” Luke says.

The time was 8:47 and they had to start walking to the meet up spot at 9.

So Luke and Jade took another shot before Luke started introducing her to a few other teammates.

For the most part everyone was pretty nice she got a few dirty looks from the sophomores and their dates probably due to the fact that they weren’t too thrilled that this was the first time in two weeks Luke was bringing you around and being a little protective of their youngest friend in their class.

While talking to one of the freshman Gavin Brindley he let it slip to Jade that everyone knows Luke is clearly head over heels for her causing her to blush.

After a few more introductions the group starting the 10 minute walk to a parking lot where a bus was going to pick them up.

People starting taking some photos until the bus arrived and then Jade and Luke took a seat together. When the bus arrived at the venue Jade and Luke along with a few other teammates and their dates headed straight for the dance floor.

The two of you spent most of the night dancing and took a few photos and near the end of the night Luke leaned in and kissed Jade.

At first she was taken back but soon she started kissing back and all of the sudden the two were making out in the middle of the dance floor.

Luke and Jade heard a camera sound go off and saw a bright flash but ignored it and continued kissing.

Soon enough they were dancing again and occasionally kissing until the night ended.

Safe to say they both had a pretty good time.

[retlasute]

॰ In The Rich Man's World ॰

• ✦ You are the best archeologist the Speedwagon Foundation has ever hired. But you know that your intelligence and capacity are not the attributes that keep you in this very important position in the company. And your salary? It's not enough to pay to fix your Cadillac. The last few months have been summed up in tracking eccentric phenomena of nature; as well as weekly receiving a batch of corpses hundreds of years old to analyze and deliver them to other departments of the Speedwagon Foundation. But the reasons for such an arduous and unique investment in research of Incorruptibility are still a mystery to you. ✦ •

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic depiction of violence, sexual assault, explicit language, recreational drug use, alcoholism, Steel Ball Run spoilers, period typical attitudes, sexism, NSFW, and a bunch more

Word count: 5321 (yeah i only write long shit)

☆ Table of contents

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Chapter 1 - Knowing Me, Knowing You

You rolled over on the bathroom floor and mumbled something like ''Aaaaargh!''. You chewed on some dry air and spit it out; opened one eye to see if it really would open; then you opened the other and closed the first; closed the second one, straightened up, opened your eyes again, and stretched. It was a daily practice and this time the only notable thing was that you had a hangover and that it had happened on a Wednesday morning and... 

Yesterday was Monday. 

Well, you knew it was Wednesday. But there was a problem: even though you had no doubt that yesterday was Monday, there was a gap between Monday and now, a gap that should have been filled by Tuesday. If a person falls asleep and lies there all night without dreaming, he is aware, when he wakes up, that time has passed. The person has not done anything that he can remember; he thought of nothing; he has no means of calculating time, and yet he knows that some hours have elapsed. The same happened to you. Tuesday was gone for five hours of last night's sleep. 

But you didn't sleep on Tuesday. No, no. You were pretty sure you were drinking, judging by the bottles of wine strewn about in the hallway. In fact, you never slept more than five hours at a time, and there was no particular reason why you should now. Monday was the day before yesterday; you had gone to bed and slept at your usual hours, then you woke up – and it was Wednesday. 

It felt like Wednesday. It was a Wednesday feeling that hung in the air. 

You put on your coat and got up. You weren't mistaken. You knew what day it was. 

 ''What happened to yesterday?'' You mumbled. ''Oh... Yesterday was Monday.'' 

That was enough until you changed your clothes and showered. 

''Monday.'' You mused, picking up your lab coat. If you were restless enough, you would think about it more. But you weren't. You were comfortable with that, for some reason.

In general, you were a very conformed person, who got into a routine and only got out of it by force. You work as a researcher and archaeologist for an oil company called Speedwagon Foundation, earning $4 an hour; that's why you had been practicing your profession for two years and would continue to practice it if you could find a Tuesday to go back to the laboratory. 

Guided by reflexes, as usual, and without making any mental effort, you ate breakfast and got into your Cadillac Seville. Your father bought this car just after its launch year, but he soon gave it to you as he found public transport and taxis too dangerous. 

In less than fifteen minutes you arrived at the Speedwagon Foundation building. That was one of the dozens that were scattered across the United States. But that particular building, located in a quiet industrial neighborhood in Washington, had a special air on that Wednesday. 

You parked your car, locked it, and pocketed the keys, walking on the cracked cement of the floor while trying not to overbalance in your heels. Though the hangover destroyed you, you still had to maintain the professional, seductive air that seemed to be the only thing keeping your job in this place, according to your boss. 

When entered the building, you greeted all of your co-workers. And there was something there that made you stop and think. 

It was all unfinished. 

The tables were still in place, but the hostess wasn't there. Also, the chairs sharing their usual cushions, the slightly cracked tables, the beige wallpaper with two repeating swans, the tube television in the corner of the break room, and the sloping armchair. But everything was about to be finished. Not that there were holes in anything. The old Robert O. Speedwagon painting was still there. However, there was the smell of old cut wood, a subtle and stubborn air of the environment under construction in the room and objects. It was indefinable, irresistible, and you remained motionless, absorbed and thoughtful. You looked around suspiciously but didn't see anything you could really be suspicious of. Then you shook your head and walked out into the hall. 

On the stairs a four-foot-tall man was delicately scraping the third step from the top with a sharp chisel, making a new scar in the dirty wood. He looked up as you approached and immediately jumped to his feet. 

''Hello.'' You said, looking at the little man's leather coat, his pointed hat, and his small, withered, bright-eyed face. ''What are you doing?'' 

''Fixing.'' He announced. ''Mister Thom has a nail in the sole of his shoe. He came out of the office later on Monday and scratched the wood on this step. The job needs to be done before Wednesday.'' 

''Today is Wednesday.'' You corrected. 

''Of course. Was always. Always will be.'' 

You ignored him and started up the stairs, absentmindedly making sure it wasn't your heels scuffing the wood. You acquired your impressive passivity thanks to your job and the practice of ignoring everything when you couldn't understand. But one thing still bothered you. 

''You said Thom left work late Monday?'' 

''Yes. I saw Miss Louise lock up the lab just before he went downstairs.'' 

''You're crazy, man. Louise has a cold, she's not coming to work this week.'' You scolded him. 

''She's better, she came to work today.'' 

''Stop pranking. And why didn't she come on Monday?'' 

''She came on Monday! I'm sorry, but I have to get back to work. We can't leave anything behind, you know. Tuesday will be over soon and everything should be ready before then.'' 

This guy is really crazy, you thought and smiled without much conviction. You shook your head. Weird morning, that one. It was a good thing you would soon be at the lab, where you kept a sample of an incorrupt body dipped in formaldehyde, ready to be sent for necropsy. After you got your head together, you could forget all that nonsense. That's all that matters to you: work, eat, sleep, and wait for payday. 

 The third floor was busy – but it always had been. Just not in that way -. There were a lot of people, even from other areas, concentrated in Ward 2. That was your ward. Everything was just the way you left it, including the notes on the blackboards and the body parts in formaldehyde. If there was something you didn't know about preserving and finding bodies, it wasn't important. And watching the scene, you couldn't get a general idea of what was going on. 

Among the swarm of men in lab coats, a mane of red hair stood out, walking away from the crowd and bumping into you. Louise. You and she were the only women working in that building - if not that company - and that fact brought you together on and off the job. But didn't she have a cold? What was she doing there? 

''What's going on, Louise?'' You ask the young woman who has hurried past you, holding her lightly by the shoulders. The hangover headache still had a giddy effect on your mind. 

''Oh, (Y/N), where were you last night? I called you a thousand times! We did it, (Y/N)!'' 

''What? Sorry... Can you repeat that? I don't know if I understand.'' 

''Oh, jeez... Alright,'' she said, looking around to check out the rapt group of co-workers, in a turbulent sea of white and gray lab coats. ''let's go get some coffee.'' 

She guided you by the shoulders away from the noise, acknowledging your sorry state. People there hardly ever made coffee pure, bitter and made for a person with a hangover; so there were only capsules of latte and cinnamon cappuccino, which Louise was forced to put in the coffee machine to offer to her irresponsible friend. The machine delivered the latte with a perfectly balanced foam, a pleasant temperature, and a flavor worthy of an encapsulated coffee. You drank it slowly, trying to get used to the bitter mix of flavors in your mouth. 

''Let's take it easy...'' Louise said, sitting down opposite you and resting her chin childishly in her hands, sliding a report across the table towards you. 

''You can just tell me what we did.'' 

''See for yourself.'' 

You peeked at the paper over your cup of latte, restraining yourself from spitting it out right away. 

Seeing in lay eyes, there was nothing much. But in your eyes, that was a lot. 39.704768, -74.633310. Coordinates, followed by necropsy reports. Radiation measurements, bone structure analysis, endurance tests, and a dozen more tests were done last night when you were partying at a glow party with your friends. So many reports ready in so little time could only mean one thing. 

''Is that... What I'm thinking?'' You asked, wiping away the last of the latte that clung to your lips. ''That's it...'' 

''Project Ecclesiastes. Yes.'' 

You smiled, took a deep breath, and laughed. A relieved, choppy laugh you've been saving for months for this moment. You didn't sleep well and your legs were wobbly, even though you were now sitting up. 

''Where is it? Does Thom already know about this? Oh, of course he knows! Where is Thom?! You said that to...'' 

''Hey, hey, calm down, (Y/N)! We have all the time in the world. Have your coffee and let's see the finished project when everyone leaves the lab. See, the kitchen has never been so empty! Nobody wants to miss work today!'' 

''You're right... But do you already know its identity? I mean... Did all these exams point to something relevant?'' 

''Nothing truly relevant, but it's certainly intriguing. Male, died aged thirty-three, of typical Middle Eastern origin. Dark brown to black hair, brown eyes...'' 

''Eyes?'' 

''Yeah, eyes.'' 

 ''Eyes?!'' 

''Eyes, (Y/N)! We have never found a body in such a good state of conservation!'' 

''Oh my God!'' 

''What are you doing here? Talking about makeup and hair, drinking coffee? Do you think you're in a restaurant?'' A voice in the background echoed and you both looked towards the door. A man in a lab coat and disheveled hair had come in to drink a glass of water. You assumed he was one of Louise's coworkers, as you've seen her hanging out with him a few times, although she didn't seem to like him very much. 

''(Y/N) was late and I offered her a coffee, that's all, Ed.'' Louise snapped, frowning. 

''Oh, so she got a coffee for being late to work? If that's the case, I'm going to change my alarm clock starting today.'' 

''Excuse me...'' You got up quickly, slightly embarrassed, and started walking towards the door with the cup of latte in your hand, causing the unfriendly conversation between Louise and her co-worker to become muffled behind you. 

You walked in long strides to the laboratory where you used to work; it wasn't yours, but essentially everyone knew you were the person who spent the most time there. Louise, cursing, ran after you; but suddenly, in the space between you two, a big pale hand appeared. The void receded, displaying an opening between the laboratory and the inconsistent, blind nothingness. From there emerged a tall man wearing formal clothes and a lab coat with more pockets than usual. Louise bowed her head in front of the newcomer. There was no one in that building with more noble and imposing features, with shoulders so broad that they looked like a large trunk. The man stopped with the backs of his hands propped on his hips, looking at Louise as if she were something someone forgot to sweep up. 

''Thom!'' You and Louise said in unison, your eyes wide, but she cared far more than you did to show respect. 

''Good morning to you ladies.'' He said sharply. ''(Y/N), I hope I brought some justification for your lateness on such an important day.'' 

''Oh... Yes, of course. I wasn't feeling very well, you know... But what's going on?'' You asked, baffled by your lack of professionalism. 

''You'll need to see for yourself.'' He walked forward, ignoring the space your body occupied and bumping into you. ''I thought Louise had already explained everything to you.'' 

Louise murmured and you were silent, looking at some things on your desk that you didn't remember putting there. On the table were a ton of papers and cups of cold coffee; as well as your computer and various tools and scalpels... a complete mess. But what really caught your attention was a kind of pile lying on the floor. It was the same size as glass, its ends were shaped like a nut on a screw, and the two poles connected with an aluminum cable whose sides extended into other wires attached to a structure that you imagined was built in the space of time that should have been Tuesday. Louise didn't seem to notice, or at least she already knew it was there. 

Thomas Foster, responsible for managing the main headquarters of the Speedwagon Foundation in Washington DC. He stopped in front of your desk, making a smooth gesture for Louise to go away and close the door behind her. You noticed all his gestures, but you didn't say or did anything, leaving Louise to obey him promptly. Dark brows, elegant and shapely lifted, intrigued and inquiring, as he smoothed over a few messy strands of your hair. 

''Ecclesiastes.'' He muttered as you looked around the lab, looking for any signs of the corpse amidst the mess. 

''Neither the wise nor the fool will be remembered forever... Both will be forgotten.'' You completed, inert. 

The hangover still clouded your mind, but now the clear figure you were looking for was just ahead, on top of an ordinary stainless steel autopsy table. Delicate, reminiscent, with vivid and aged traits of someone who once was. Man. Thirty-three years. Middle East. Brown to dark hair. Maybe that was your life's work, but that wasn't what blew you away. 

''You... You went to get the body instead of me?'' 

''You weren't answering the calls, so yeah.'' 

''Oh... I'm sorry, I don't know how I could have been so careless. I...'' 

''It's okay, (Y/N).'' You felt the warmth of his hand on your shoulder. The heat was so strong it seeped through the fabric of your clothes. ''Louise was a great help.''  

''So... you worked with her late?'' 

''Yes. Why?'' 

''Nothing... I just thought she had a cold.'' You cleared your head and smiled. ''Come on, Thom, do what you always do. Answer some of my questions.'' 

He smiled and corrected his posture, his relaxed eyes looking directly into your face. 

"What's on your mind, (Y/N)?" 

''I read the report, but most of the results were blurred. How many parts were the corpse divided into?'' 

''Nine. Legs, arms, ears, torso, eyes and head. Some kind of... accessory was found next to the corpse, let's do a DNA test to confirm whether or not it belongs to the corpse.'' 

''Was the corpse recently divided?'' 

 ''Evidently not.'' He replied, motioning you to approach the corpse for a better look. ''There are official records from 1890 that mention the location of a vertebral column with the same characteristics that we found in this corpse. We're talking about a corpse that's at least... I mean... At least 85 years old since it was... Ah, you know.'' 

You looked at him and his sudden nervousness at mentioning it, raising one of your eyebrows as if your look said it all. He didn't look back at you and took a deep breath, he looked a bit stressed and tired. So you looked back at the corpse and figured the news in question must date from 1890 onwards. So it wasn't exactly the headlines of the day. In the office, the only subject was a phenomenon that you had been studying for months called Devil's Palm. 

''I saw the coordinates that found the corpse. They were the same ones I had recorded on my DP tracker. Is there any explanation for this?'' 

''Explanations, no. Pieces of information, yes. The corpse was kept in a kind of iron coffin, a farmer found it and reported it to the fire department.'' 

''And how did they let you take it?'' 

''It is not relevant information. What you need to know, (Y/N), is that we still have a lot of work to do, and you will have a partner in the future.'' 

''Right... Wait, partner? They didn't tell me anything about it.'' 

''I'm saying it now, in advance.'' 

''But why? Did I do something wrong? I mean... I wasn't on my work schedule when Louise called me yesterday, technically not my fault, and...'' 

"It's okay, (Y/N), you didn't do anything wrong." He cut you off, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking at you calmly. ''I can't tell you for sure who your partner will be, but I have some idea who it is.'' 

You stayed quiet and stared at him. Thom leaned toward you, close to your face, speaking out of the corner of his mouth like a movie gangster in a roguish way. 

''I, huh... borrowed some reports from the boss.'' 

''You're the boss, Thom.'' You gave a not-very-genuine smile. 

''Yes, your boss. But I also have a boss. You won't tell anyone, right?'' 

Amused, you promised not to reveal his terrible secret and looked around for a comfortable armchair where you could receive the latest revelations from the 19th century and your laboratory. The chair closest to the window seemed suitable when Thom poured him a glass of whiskey as he sat down. And by the way, thank god you had sat down. That heel was strangely uncomfortable today like there were dozens of needles inside the insole. Strange, you thought, these weren't usually uncomfortable heels. 

You drank the whiskey elegantly and ignored the pain in your feet. 

''Incredible luck, (Y/N).'' He exclaimed excitedly, flipping through the already battered stack. ''I found a whole series of military and informal dispatches that mention the corpse. All of them are concentrated over a period of 116 days.'' 

''116 days? In 1890? How did these dispatches stand the test of time?'' 

''Like I said, incredible luck.'' He dragged his chair closer to yours, carefully sorting through a pile of documents and spreading them out on the table. ''The oldest is from September 16, 1890, and the most recent is from January 19, 1891. Do you know what happened during that time frame?'' 

''I don't know... Oklahoma and fried chicken come into existence?'' 

''Also... I mean, I don't know, but maybe. I'm talking about Steel Ball Run, (Y/N).'' 

You can't help but laugh. 

''Steel Ball Run?'' You asked, crossing your arms. 

''Never heard of it?'' 

''Well, yes, but when I was nine. I had to do a paper for school about it... We all came in with hobby horses and cowboy hats. I'm not surprised it's on the list of the silliest events of mankind.'' 

He laughed but in a short way. 

''The Steel Ball Run was what it was and there's nothing I can do about it. I just want to find out. The documents and letters are strange, for that particular time; most are without stamps or signatures, and everything indicates that the main means of delivery was through carrier pigeons. One of the letters, received in the United States on October 29, 1890, bears the coat of arms of the Vatican.'' 

''Vatican? Talking about the corpse?'' 

''Yes.'' 

You were stunned for a few seconds, but then you recovered. 

''So it's definitely an incorrupt body...'' 

''I'm not sure, check it out.'' 

He handed you the letter, a knowing smile on his face. You read it slowly and calmly, letter by letter. 

''Signor Gyro Zeppeli, 

There are no existing records of such saints. 

That is all.'' 

Thom, unable to sit still any longer, stopped your reading. 

''See it... At that time they already had suspicions that this corpse belonged to a saint, although they were not confirmed.'' 

''And they didn't even need confirmation...'' You commented, looking at the pile of other letters about the corpse that were sent in that period. ''Who is that Gyro Zeppeli? A researcher?'' 

''I looked him up in the university database that held these files.'' He stopped to drink more whiskey. The gulp visibly traveled down his long, chiseled neck, making his Adam's apple shimmer. ''I have a lot of information about a long Italian lineage called Zeppeli, but only one record about Gregorio Zeppeli's eldest son, Iulius Caesar, leaving for the American continent in March 1890.'' 

''What a presumptuous name... But using a false identity on another continent? Now I don't think he's a researcher. Is he an ancestor of Jimmy Page?'' 

''Jimmy Page?'' 

''You know, the guitarist from Led Zeppelin.'' 

''Led Zeppelin? I thought it was a person, not a band!'' He said, laughing. 

''Jesus, Thom!'' You laughed along, raising your eyebrows. ''And you still insist on saying you're not old!'' 

''I'm not old, just too mature for rock bands!'' 

''Ah, yeah, yeah... sure.'' You replied with an enhanced tone of irony, still laughing. ''But this Zeppeli family... were they aristocrats or something? You said they had a lot of records about them.'' 

''An extensive lineage of doctors and executioners from the kingdom of Naples. They developed a unique technique... Ever heard of the Fibonacci sequence?'' 

''Fibonacci? I got a bunch of red marks in high school because of this bastard. Are you telling me he was a Zeppeli?'' 

''No. Fibonacci was a Fibonacci, (Y/N).'' 

''Oh, of course.'' You laughed. ''Anything else?'' 

''Well... '' His eyes lifted to his face. ''Just some theories from me and... we need to talk about your future partner.'' 

''Let's talk about me later.'' You got up slowly and took the bottle of whiskey to fill both your glasses. ''Tell me what you're thinking, Thom.'' 

You can see that, despite his apparent outward restraint, he was bubbling over with whatever he had discovered, like a little boy with a frog in his pocket. Obviously, you would have to listen to everything he had to say this time, sitting on the arm of his chair, with your thighs resting against his torso and his arm draped around your hip. 

Thom was so absorbed with the corroded papers that he barely looked up when he felt the rising heat of your body. Now and then he would reluctantly hand you over and peek at them as if he couldn't bear to have the papers out of his sight even for an instant. 

''Really?'' You said politely, fingering the grimy pieces of paper. ''Hmmm... yes, very interesting.'' 

In fact, the ornate handwriting was so worn and elaborate that it didn't seem worth deciphering. One leaf, better preserved than the rest, bore a sort of crest at the top. 

''Steel Ball Run, right?'' You asked, carefully analyzing the stamped paper, with the faded figure of a horse galloping on a horseshoe and the letters printed underneath in a kind of ranking, clearer than the manuscripts. 

''Yes, that's right.'' He said, even more beaming. ''A record of the winner of one of the stages, as you know.'' 

You didn't know, but you nodded intelligently, knowing as you knew your boss in the mad rush of discovery. It was seldom necessary to do more than shake the head now and then, exclaiming "Oh, really?" or "Absolutely fascinating!" at appropriate intervals. 

After a certain amount of deferential exchange between you and Thom, he has earned the honor of telling you about another discovery. Evidently, most of that old paperwork indicated that the promoter of the Steel Ball Run, the famous Stephen Steel, was not only an undefeated organizer of the race but also a trusted agent of the twenty-third president of the United States, Funny Valentine, coming up with the idea of the transcontinental race fully sponsored by the government and by the oil company Speedwagon. 

''The investments in the search for this corpse are for a reason after all.'' You elegantly urged him to say more about it. 

''Yes, that's true, but we still don't know the exact reason.'' He said, taking the paper from your hands and placing it on the table. ''I'll need to check more things out of the university's kept records.'' 

''All this is... absolutely fascinating.'' You murmured, letting your attention drift to the man's slender hands that were now sliding over the thin fabric of your pantyhose. ''Really, we still have a lot of work to do.'' 

His breathing became deeper and deeper. He made you get up and sit on his lap, bending you down to kiss him. This went on for a long time and his hands trailed down, finding the buttons on your blouse and unfastening them. His warm breath tickled your breasts. Finally, your clothes were open from neck to waist, covered only by your bra. 

''Oh...'' He said, in a different voice. ''We still have unfinished business.'' 

''Unfinished business?'' You questioned in a low voice as you ran your hands through the short, black strands of his hair. 

"We haven't talked about you yet, (Y/N)..." 

You cut him off with yet another kiss. He groped your back in gentle, steady motions, pressing you against his body until your hips fit perfectly. 

''Then say it.'' You replied, tilting your head to lightly nip his earlobe. 

Affected by the numbness of anticipated pleasure, Thom enunciated his words practically and automatically. 

''Your new partner...'' He began, his face buried between your breasts. ''It's Louise... she got promoted... she's going to work in the lab next week.'' 

You stopped suddenly, surprised. The only words your mind recorded were ''Louise'' and ''promoted''. Sensing your hesitation, Thom lifted his head and looked at you. 

''Something wrong, sweetheart?'' 

Your wide eyes stared into his and an icy wave of indignation coursed through your body. The fact that your new partner was Louise wasn't something that bothered you, but why would she get a promotion and you wouldn't? Why were you angry about this? She was your friend, and you weren't jealous or envious. Thom was your boss who occasionally asked you to have sex, that should put you in some privileged position, right? You liked him but at the end of the day you were preserving your career. 

''Louise was promoted? But she isn't even a scientist...'' 

''Well, yes. She works in the HR department... she will start to regulate the laboratory area.'' 

''She will... Will you supervise my work, Thom?'' 

''What?'' He let out a nervous laugh. ''Don't get me wrong, (Y/N). We just thought you might need some assistance now that...'' 

''Assistance?! You put Louise to supervise me!'' 

You quickly extricated yourself from his arms and stood up, fastening the buttons on your blouse and straightening the rest of your wrinkled clothes. Undeniably outraged by this turn of events, Thom made a frustrated gesture with his hands and also stood up, looking at you as he ran a hand through his hair. He always did that when he was too stressed. 

''What did you want me to do, (Y/N)? Louise has been a great worker within her department!'' 

''A great worker?! What about me?! I've been tracking the fucking Devil's Palm for months, I developed an automatic tracking program that you used to find that damn corpse! That shitty dry body is here, in this lab, because of me!'' 

''For God's sake, (Y/N), you were totally wasted the night we needed you! The corpse is only here because Louise talked to that farmer!'' 

''Oh, good for her! I was already done with my damn shift, Thom. I developed the program that you guys use so much! I should have been promoted!'' 

''You're lucky you're not unemployed right now, (Y/N)!'' This time, his voice was loud and angry enough for the entire building to hear, including the poor janitors behind the door. 

''What?'' Shaken, you stammered. "What did you say?" 

''Do you know how many complaints I get every day because of your insubordination? Or did you think that working hungover and offending your co-workers are things the Speedwagon Foundation condones? I'm the only reason you're still here, (Y/N). You are a damn ingrate, you should be silent and keep your head down!'' 

Yes, silent and head down. You thought. That was the way to face the situation and leave that room in cold blood. Your blood, however, was far from cold. You were seething with anger and agitation and could not calm down. After a few seconds in this state, your face was flushed, and your head began to throb. 

''No.'' You said. ''I'm the one who keeps everyone in this company. It's because of me that the corpse was found, it's because of me that we'll never lose the location of the Devil's Palm, and it's because of me that the competing foundation didn't beat us! It's because of me, I deserve the credit! I developed the program, I examined dozens of batches of mummified corpses, and I finished the necropsy on each one of them! Me, Thom, just me! All the other good-for-nothings only served to pass me scalpels! It's because of me that your boss hasn't slit your neck yet, because he doesn't know you go around banging the employees!'' 

''You're crazy, (Y/N)! You have to thank me for still working here!'' 

You glared at him, snorting. Ideas of what to do next were in short supply at the moment, despite the time you knew you'd spend hammering away at the problem. You decided, then, that storming out of that building was the best alternative you could have. And you did. 

The door opened violently and you saw a mixture of surprised and curious faces in the hallway, including Louise's, who was holding two cups of latte – one of which you deduced was yours –. You ignored everyone and kept walking, not bothering to be followed by the red-haired girl. 

''Hey, (Y/N)! What happened? I heard a lot of screaming.'' She questioned, walking hurriedly and being careful not to spill the drink she was holding, that's when she noticed that she was too far away from you. ''Damn, how can you walk so fast in those heels?'' 

You didn't look back, you just deftly descended the stairs, not worrying about scratching them again and prepared to walk through that door and add that event to your list of recalcitrance at that company. 

''Oh, alright, you want to be alone...'' You heard Louise babble while she was still going down the stairs. Obstinate, you just opened the door and walked through it to the parking lot. ''I'll call you later, okay? Just to make sure you're okay!'' 

[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction, Chapter 5

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: Light swearing (1x)

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

After class on Wednesday, you walk with Kuzume and Saito across the campus.

“I think we should try the Gyudon Restaurant this weekend,” you say. It had just opened and one of the other teachers at the Eikaiwa school had raved about it to you last week.

“Ooo and then we can go out for drinks after!” You’ve learned that Kuzume subscribes to a ‘work hard, play hard’ mentality about the trials of grad school. 

“Could you make it after your lesson?” Saito asks as the three of you cross the street.

Instead of another session in the library, your group wanders into the botanic gardens and settles near some hydrangea shrubs just putting their buds out. The spot is further in, where you can just barely see the path and pond through the greenery. The May sun is a gentle caress, warm and sweet on your face, and a soft breeze leaves ripples in its wake on the surface of the pond.

“I can make it for dinner, as long as we don’t stay out too late,” you say. “I haven’t started next week’s reading yet.”

"The next chapter is so long," Kuzume huffs, "and it's being assigned with two other sections! They could at least schedule them one by one."

"And there's more in Learning Theories," Saito adds. 

“Shit, I almost forgot about that. There’s so much to do.” 

You sigh. You're still getting back into the rhythm of being a student again, and even with your days planned out, it’s easy to get worn out. Between the sheer volume of reading assigned and planning lessons for your own students, each day is a little overwhelming. 

Kuzume leans back on her elbows and looks up at the foliage. “Maybe I should have stuck with just playing the guitar. I am not looking forward to all the music theory assignments I’ll have to grade.”

“All subjects have tons of grading,” Saito waves her hand. “At least you’ll have some practical learning to break things up. I’ll be scoring essays forever.”

“I think lesson planning takes way longer than grading. But at least you can recycle some lessons,” you say.

“That’s true.” Saito runs her fingers through the soft grass in front of her. "At least there's no group work in Learning Theories. I can’t believe the professors assign such a large Curriculum project in our first term-"

Kuzume gasps. "I haven't even asked you yet!" She faces you and stares at you intently. "How are things going with Gojo?"

“Um,” You're not entirely sure how to answer that question. Both of the times you’d worked together outside of class Gojo had acted rudely, but you’re hesitant to say so. Even though he was the one acting poorly, it would be embarrassing to admit how he’d treated you. In class on Monday and Tuesday you’d resolutely ignored him, and you had resolved to work solo as much as possible to avoid any further insult. You look down at the grass to buy yourself a couple seconds to think.

 "He hasn’t really wanted to talk much. It hasn’t been going as well as I’d hoped." 

Saito's eyebrows raise. "Really?"

“Yea, he was honestly pretty rude the last time we met. He went out of his way to question my abilities and to tell me he’s finished two Master's already.”

"That’s awful! You wouldn’t think he’d need to show off with all he’s done.” 

"What else has he done?" You ask. 

“Maybe he just has a big head. I mean, if I was that gorgeous and smart too, I would be unstoppable,” Kuzume cuts in and laughs as the dappled sun falls on her face.

Saito answers your question. “He’s published a few papers and scientific studies. Gojo’s work is supposed to be pretty experimental and exciting, at least that’s what my father says. He’s a professor in the Physics department of the University and raves about Gojo’s work.”

Both girls are looking at you curiously now, and Kuzume's eyes shine as she leans towards you. They both seem to know a lot about him, and you feel behind. 

“His whole family are famous doctors and scientists. They’ve won awards and some have studied here. I think the University has a hall or something named in their honor.” Kuzume says. 

"Oh." You had no idea he'd done so much. You stare out through the branches at the water and reflect on what you know about him- admittedly it’s not a lot. He’s been aloof in your meetings and you haven’t really talked to him about anything outside academics.

“I didn’t know any of that,” you finish lamely. 

Kuzume and Saito look at each other. You are behind. The sun suddenly feels too warm on your face. A bird caws in the background and you hear another group of students walking past on the path- everything is grating on your nerves. 

“He’s just got a big reputation. He’s spoken on campus and at some of the other nearby universities in the past.” Saito says.

This is a lot to take in. You’d honestly figured Gojo just didn’t want to be paired with you, but if his academic prowess is common knowledge on campus, perhaps he wouldn’t want to be paired with anyone. Maybe he thinks I’m going to make him do all the work. You remember all of the fuss the first day of classes and things click.

“Wait, just how well known is he? Is that why people acted so wild on the first day?” If he’s getting hounded all the time or receives whispers every time he enters a room, you can see why he wouldn’t want to spend much time socializing. 

“Umm, well he’s pretty well known on campus. He completed one of his prior graduate programs here, so a lot of the professors are familiar with him.” Saito says. 

“And you’ve seen how handsome he is, so a lot of students know him too. He’s got kind of a reputation for being standoffish, but I was hoping you’d be able to get close to him with the project.” Kuzume frowns down at the grass.  

“God.” You lay back on the grass. At least you know more about your partner now- it should make working with him the rest of the term easier.

“No wonder he acts so weird.”

Kuzume and Saito laugh at that and the conversation drifts back to schoolwork. The workload of this particular program is more than any of you were really expecting, but the two girls beside you have made planning and studying bearable. You’re listening to your friends' complaints, but Gojo sits in the back of your mind like an itch you can’t quite reach. 

~*~

By the end of the week you are very ready for a break. 

You wake and go over your mental checklist for the weekend as you change and get ready. You’ve got to: finish another paper for Curriculum Design, read two more chapters in your Learning Theories class, and do an afternoon shift at the Eikaiwa school on Saturday. Sunday you've intentionally left unscheduled, hoping to catch some tv and let your brain rest. 

You trudge to class and gingerly slide into your usual seat next to Kuzume. Outside of the trip to the botanic gardens, you had reviewed course notes with her and Saito twice in the last week to keep abreast of all the assignments. She offers you a weak smile and you nod. You’re not the only one feeling drained from the weight of grad school responsibilities. 

Your professor enters and starts the lecture- today you’ll have a class discussion on workload expectations during the summer. It feels like an enormous topic to tackle on a Friday, and you hold in a sigh. 

Although there is a palpable tiredness in the room that wasn’t there at the beginning of the term, as you survey the room your classmates appear to be fully engaged in the professor’s description as she sets up the discussion. Gojo always seems to stand out. Besides his striking black outfits and ever-present shades, you've noticed he doesn't participate in class like your peers. He only shares if it's required, and neither lectures nor discussions seem to engage him. Not that you've been paying him any special attention.

You have noticed that he misses class a lot though. Besides being absent from half the first week, he's been gone from at least a class period the past two weeks as well. You're curious about how it will affect your project, even if you’re not writing with Gojo regularly. Usually schools don't allow this many absences. 

The professor concludes her introduction and gestures for the students of the class to share their experiences with summer homework. 

While extensive projects and assignments are commonplace during the short summer break in the Japanese school year, you rarely had anything to do over the summer except explore the neighborhood with your friends and wake up at 11am. Maybe you had a reading assignment due over the summer in high school, but it wasn’t really comparable to the in-depth learning common in the Japanese education system.

You’re likely the only one in the room who didn’t complete their high school in Japan.

Thankfully, your professor started on the opposite side of the classroom, so you have time to think. You comb your mind, trying to recall if there was ever a big, time intensive project you had to complete between grades. You're coming up blank. 

The first class you taught when you moved to Japan was during the summer. It's been years since you worked with that group, but you try to remember what students had said about their homework assignments. There had been complaints about book reports and worksheets. 

The man to your right just finished sharing his experience. You didn’t hear a word that he said and worse, you don’t have anything prepared for what you should say. The attention of the room has shifted to you already, so you’ll have to give it your best go. 

“Um, I don’t have personal experience with summer assignments. They aren’t very common in the United States between grades. Some parents do homeschooling, but most American students kind of take the summer off. It’s more play time than academic.”

Heat floods your cheeks. You can’t help but feel you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class. You swallow and turn to give your attention to Kuzume. She meets your eyes and gives you a small smile. It feels more like a lifeline. Her answer is an elegant recollection about a research project she completed in her third year of high school. 

The other students in the room finish sharing and your professor dives into details of the different kinds of assignments. You take some notes and resolve to ask Kuzume or Saito more about their experiences. The three of you had gotten close in these last few weeks.

Your mind is working, thinking about how else you can learn more about traditional summer assignments. You don’t even notice that Gojo’s gaze is stuck intently on you.

[greazyfloz]

Lust or Love - Chapter 4

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Monday morning came around and I made my way to my morning class, like I normally would. I am usually pretty early so I can use the time to study but this morning I was just on time. I made my way into the class and sat where I normally did, in front of Nolan. 

“How was Blanks?” I hear him ask, and notice he is pulling the chair out beside me to sit

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I say getting my laptop set up for the class

“He came in the house at like 5am yesterday… You think he could come up with something other than the truth?” Nolan laughs

“What did he tell you?” I ask finally giving him my attention

“So he was there” Nolan laughs, “Boy Kyle is going to be pissed”

“Why would he?” I say, “Nothing happened”. I reach down in my bag grabbing a piece of gum then look back at Nolan, “Kyle has a new girlfriend to worry about, I’m allowed to be single”

“Okay, okay” Nolan raises his hands in defense as the class begins. 

After class I make my way towards the library, and Nolan follows. To be fair he asked if I was headed there first and if he could join since he was going there too. We walk into the library together and decide to sit with each other while we wait for each of our friends to show. After he set his bag down, he went to the bathroom leaving me in the library alone, when Nick walks in. 

“Hey” he says pulling out a seat and sitting next to me, I look up from my laptop and over to him and smile lightly

“Hey”

“How are you?” he asks me

“I’m good” I smile at him then look back at my screen. We sit quietly for a minute before I look back over to him, “Look about Saturday, I didn’t mean to bore you with my problems like that” I say to him

“No, don’t worry about it, it’s fine” he says and I nod at him

“Hey Y/n” Amber says standing behind Nick looking at me questioningly.

“Bam, hey!” I say standing, “I was just watching Nolan’s stuff while he was in the bathroom but Nick is here now so we can go”

“You guys can stay if you want” Nick says looking around at the busy library, “It’s just Nolan and I and some of the Freshman might come too”. 

I look at Amber to see what she decides and she looks around the library before sliding her books on the table. I sit back down in my seat as Nolan comes back into the library and makes his way over. All four of us begin studying but not for long before we all just randomly start talking about random things, then leading up to Saturday night. 

“Oh yeah, how are you feeling?” Nick asks Amber after I was explaining to Nolan that he had to carry her for me

“I don’t want to talk about it” she says as her cheeks grow red. We continue chatting about the funny walk home as we embarrass Amber then Nolan chimes in.

“So if you got home around 12:30, why weren’t you home until 5?” Nolan asks looking at Nick

“Oh, I can answer this one” Amber laughs and I give her a look

“Oh yeah?” Nolan says then looks at me, “knew it”

“It’s not a big deal, just two friends that had too much to drink” I say then pick up my phone looking at the time, “I have to get going now”. Amber and I both stand and make our way to our next class. 

Throughout the week, we would randomly see Nick and/or Nolan around and spark up a conversation. Friday morning, Kali and I bumped into them at Starbucks and began talking about their game later and the frat party later. They told us we should go if we had never gone before and we agreed. We continued talking to the two boys and even walked out so we could talk out front. As we stood outside, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket so I reached for it. Kyle’s name lit up across my phone. 

“You alright?” Nolan asks me and everyone looks at me

“All good” I say ignoring the call hoping no one saw the name on my phone before putting it in my back pocket. 

Later that night, we made out way to the game and sat within the Children of Yost as we watched them play. They ended up winning which from what I heard was no surprise since they were really good. The girls and I headed home and quickly got changed before making our way to the frat house. We walk into the house and of course the first person I see is Kyle. 

“Kyle’s here” I say to Tori and she grabs my arm

“Let’s go over here," she says, pulling me in the other direction away from him. “You okay?” she asks me once we are in the other room

“I kinda prepared myself for him to be here, I’m okay” I lie, I dated him for almost 6 years I don’t think I could be okay. I drank a little more that night then I typically would at parties but for good reason. I danced amongst a crowd of people before making my way to the front porch and sitting on the steps. 

“Ugh” I grown throwing my head back. Someone appears next to me taking a seat, scaring me, “Jeez!” I yelp, making them laugh, I look over and see Nick taking a seat and I roll my eyes. 

“Uh oh, what did I do?” he laughs

“You acted weird last weekend after you left me in the middle of the night” I say slurring my words

“Okay… You are drunk” he chuckles, “Let’s go home”

“You can’t take me home we are just friends”

“That’s why I’m taking you home” he laughs reaching his hand out

“Fine..” I say taking his hand. He brings me up to my feet and me begin walking home. “I didn’t think you were allowed to party before game nights?” I ask him

“I’m completely sober” he laughs, “You usually drink this much?”

“No”

“I thought so”

We made it home and he helps me up to my room. He runs down to my kitchen to drab Advil and a glass of water before making his way back up to my room. He walks in and places them on the night stand beside my bed, then looks over to me.

“Is there anything else you need?” I smile and take off my top as I walk towards him, leaving me completely bare as I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight

“You” I say coming in close but he takes a step back

“Y/n, I can’t”

“Why? You don’t want to fuck me?” I ask him with a fake pout as he looks at my chest than back to me

“You’re drunk”

“Okay? Why does it matter if I’m drunk, if I think about fucking you while I’m sober too?” I drunkenly confess

“I-um-” he stutters, “I have to go” he says leaving me in my room, drunk, alone, and horny.

[munsonmaniac]

Coping

Friends to lovers? We’ll see!

Warnings: None, I don't think. If you think of any, feel free to tell me and I'll add them!

WC: almost 3K

A/N: This is loosely based off of something that happened/ is happening to me, so this is very self-indulgent. This is the first fic I have ever published so please be gentle with me, it's also not proofread lol. I would love to hear your feedback! 

Prologue/Chapter 1 

October 18, 1985 

“Please just do me this favor and come with us!” pleaded Y/N. There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if he was really considering not going, but he would do anything for her. “And why do you want me to go? Aren’t Steve and Robin going?” his tone teasing. “I know Steve will try to flirt with the first girl he sees and Robin…, she and Vicky are on the rocks so we have an extra ticket… c'mon please go with me!”. He let out a disgruntled sigh, “Fine! But I’m not dancing or whatever it is you do in those kinds of concerts!”. With a squeal and a million thank yous she hangs up the phone. 

Whitney Houston. Y/N had invited the resident “satanic” metal head to a Whitney Houston concert. Steve was going to see which pretty girl he could charm next, Robin was the one to bring the idea up to everyone. She had overheard last month that Vicky loved Whitney; she bought 4 tickets to her concert in Indie to try to impress her. It did not work. Vicky and Robin were not necessarily putting a name to their relationship but yesterday Robin saw her get a little too close for comfort to a jock, safe to say they are not on speaking terms. It was a slap in the face to Robin. She tried so hard and yet, she seemed to get nowhere with Vicky. Y/N and Steve tried to cheer her up, telling her that she did not need someone like that in her life. The perfect revenge would be to go to that concert, take a bunch of polaroids and show them off at school on Monday, even if she was impartial to Ms. Houston. 

Y/N, on the other hand, loved Whitney, her soulful voice was the reason she was the most attracted to her. She knew Eddie didn't listen to that kind of music and going to one of those concerts would be far out of his comfort zone but she wanted to take any opportunity she could to be close to him. Pressing up to him in a cramped concert hall, while the world's greatest love songs are being sung to them would be perfect. Their relationship was odd. They were good friends, meeting through Dustin at the beginning of August but knowing of each other for years before. Before officially meeting, there were longing glances and lingering touches in passing. Eddie had thought she was the prettiest girl when he had first seen her 2 years ago. She looked like a raging bitch but was entirely soft spoken and gentle, he was intrigued. Y/N on the other hand, made quick friends with Robin, she was the new girl and needed guidance. Coming from another state in the middle of sophomore year meant that she was being interrogated by each established clique to see where she would fit. She had a pretty face, the popular kids ready to corrupt her and add her to their rotating roster. Yet she was incredibly intelligent, far too intelligent to be manipulated like they liked to do to each other. Robin quickly gravitated towards her and they have been best friends ever since. After Robin got a job at Scoops, and she befriended Steve, they became a trio. An unlikely one at that, Steve was one of the popular kids that actually liked Y/N when she first arrived, he just didn't talk to her. Being friends with Steve meant being friends with a slew of middle schoolers, one of them being Dustin Henderson. The boy loved Y/N. He liked to call Steve and Y/N mom and dad, respectively. Dustin met his idol in Eddie, quickly adding him to the party and the rest is history. 

Eddie was everything to her, the first boy who took genuine interest in her, though she had been warned about him. Aside from the bad rep he got from being a “freak”, the girl’s locker room was buzzing about what he could do and who he had done. It was Hawkin’s best kept secret. Every girl secretly wanted him for what he could offer but many fell for him. He was not the relationship type and made it clear to anyone who wanted to bed him. Yet, Y/N saw more in him than just a skilled body, she saw the kindness he showed his sheep, his passion for D&D and his music. She felt first hand how it is to be in his circle of friends, how funny and genuine he is. It was entirely too easy to develop a crush on him, but she was still wary of his intentions. 

A rapid knock at her window pulled her back from her walk down memory lane. She quickly made her way over to the window to see Eddie. He adorned a cheeky smile that showed off his dimples. She opened the window and stepped to the side to let him in. With agility, he climbed the garden ladder up to her second story bedroom. He had been coming to visit her for a few weeks now, not getting enough of her at school. 

“And to what do I owe this lovely surprise?”, the sarcasm dripping from her tone makes him smirk, “I just wanted to see your beautiful face, sweet cheeks, that's all.” she simply rolls her eyes and smiles. The flirtatious undertone of their meeting was not lost in them, they knew how this would look to anyone else, but to them, they are just friends catching up. 

He flops on her bed and stares up at her form, still by the window but now facing him. Her short shorts and oversized Fleetwood Mac shirt did very little to hide her curves. He could stare at her all day, admiring every hill and valley of her figure. “So, when is this concert and where, you can't invite me somewhere and not give me the details, you could be a murder for all I know!”, the cheeky smile has not left his face, yet she gives him a deadpan look. “If I was a murderer, then why’d you come to my house, where there are no witnesses, a bit dumb don’t you think?” She walks to her bed, her eyes never leaving his, and sits on the edge, close to his thigh. The heat radiating from him makes her shiver slightly and he lets out a chuckle, “ you mean to tell me we are all alone in your big house?”. They had been over this before, he had been trying to get her to kiss him, show him her boobs, anything, but she always declined.  “You know our deal, Eds. I'm not doing anything without a proper date.” she sighs, mentally exhausted from the constant back and forth. Just like he had a reputation, she did too, she was a prude. She had been asked out by a few boys in her 2 years in Hawkins High but she declined each time. She knew what they were after and she wasn’t ready for that, she was a hopeless romantic and she would not lose her virginity to just anyone. With Eddie it was different, he was different, they made stupid jokes and dirty comments towards each other but he cared for her. He remembered little things about her, things that most people overlooked. He was attentive and loving towards her, she was hooked. “I know, I know! I just like to tease you.” He gives her a small smile. “The concert is tomorrow in Indianapolis, we want to leave around noon to get there on time and grab something to eat before.” he nods, “Steve is driving by the way.” she interjects nervously, he frowned. 

Now, Eddie was not jealous of Steve, but Steve had everything. Steve had money and was well liked by most of the town. Steve was friends with the most important people of his life before he was. Dustin and Y/N had a bond with him that he will never understand. For her though, he would suck it up. 

It was a little past midnight when Eddie finally left Y/N’s house. They talked for about 2 hours, about everything and nothing at all. They enjoyed each other's company but they had to get everything ready for their little road trip to the concert. The next day, Steve called her to make sure that he would go pick up Eddie as well, they talked more about Robin and how to help her out of her funk. Y/N started getting ready, showered, picked out her outfit, did her hair and make-up. She looked stunning, she hoped that Eddie would think so too. 

Worry started creeping up on her. What if this is too much, her skirt is a bit too short, what if he gets the wrong idea? No one knew, for sure, the nature of their relationship. When they hung out as a group there was a tension that was almost suffocating. Their innuendos and dirty comments were common occurrences but they were becoming more targeted at one another. They always happened to sit next to each other and make conversation with one another, essentially shutting everyone else out. Y/N would ALWAYS ride with Eddie, when she used to always ride with Steve, they enjoyed their alone time. Everyone knew, but not for sure. 

Dustin was in denial, he always envisioned Y/N with Steve, they always took care of him together. That's not to say that Dustin thought Eddie was a bad guy, quite the opposite, he was his idol but he knew. Dustin knew Eddie’s reputation, he knew that he didn't do relationships and he also knew that Y/N had a tender heart. He knew it wouldn't end well. Eddie and Y/N also knew of Dustin’s disapproval of whatever it was that they had, he wasn't subtle with his frowns and glares, so they decided to keep their private meetings to themselves. For all anyone knew, they only hung out as a group. 

Steve was due to pick her up at any moment, she put her purse together, made sure she had her wallet and her keys before she skipped down stairs to wait for him. Before she made it all the way down stairs, she heard a knock. Walking quickly, she opened the door, there stood a handsome and chipper Steve, she could see a sad and slumped Robin in the passenger seat of his BMW. Looking back up at Steve, she grinned and greeted him. “All set to go?”, he questioned her, taking her in. He always thought she was pretty but he was so head over heels over Nancy, that he never cared to talk to her until he became friends with Robin. “I’m ready! Remember, we need to pick up Eddie!” she chirped away as she locked her door, her mother probably not coming home until late from her shift at the hospital. 

They got in the car and drove off towards the trailer park. With kind words and stupid jokes, they cheered up Robin before making it to Eddie's house. Before Y/N could go knock on Eddie's door, Steve honked his horn, signaling their arrival. Eddie came out of the trailer, handsome as ever. A plain black t-shirt adorned his chest, matching his ripped skinny jeans and leather jacket. He made his way to Steve's car and sat in the backseat with Y/N and they were off to Indianapolis. The car ride was long and full of arguing over music and Eddie annoying Steve by asking “Are we there yet?”. They finally made it to Indie with an hour before the concert started so they stopped at a nearby burger joint. Everyone ordered and enjoyed their meals, making jokes and small talk, clearly needing to leave the confinement of the cramped car. When the bill came, Eddie paid for himself and Y/N, causing Steve to raise a brow, he always paid for her. Robin was not surprised. Y/N told her everything, she was the only one that knew for sure, the feelings that Y/N held for Eddie. She thought it was cute, but she was cautious of Eddie at first, she knew his type. Yet the more she saw them interact, the more genuine he seemed. She was rooting for them, if she couldn’t be happy with her crush, she was happy Y/N could be with hers. The ride to the venue had them buzzing, even Eddie who was not a fan. They entered the venue and raced to get as close as possible to the stage. The venue was packed, making them stand VERY close together, Eddie and Y/N taking full advantage of that. They were having a good time, enjoying the music and taking lots of Polaroids, as per requested by Robin. At some point a very drunk man kept bumping into Y/N, nearly spilling his beer on her. Eddie was quick to pull her into him, putting her in front of him, as if shielding her. The girl’s face was getting hot, he put one arm loosely over her upper chest and swayed with her as “Saving All My Love For You” played. This is the life she wanted, to feel this loved and protected by him. The happiness was radiating off of her, Steve looked at them but didn't comment, especially after Robin stomped on his foot for staring. As the concert came to a close and they started filing out of the venue and to Steve's car, the group talked about what they liked the most of the concert, Eddie not letting go of Y/N’s hand. When they got to Steve’s car Eddie opened the door for Y/N. The car ride back was quiet, everyone tired from standing. Eddie noticed her tired eyes and scooted closer to her, she put her head on his shoulder and her right hand on his left leg and drifted to sleep. 

A gentle shake of her shoulder startled her awake. She looked around in a panic, she was in Steve's car, the gentle hand was adorned with chunky rings, Eddie. “We’re at your house.” he whispered gently. Afraid of startling her. She nodded her head softly and sluggishly gathered her things, whispering a goodbye and thank you to Steve and Eddie, as Robin was still asleep. The boys made sure she got into her house safely before they drove off. Steve looked at Eddie through the rearview mirror, he was skeptical of him. Y/N was like another best friend to him, he wanted to ask what Eddie's intentions were but he knew how that would look. Steve liked Eddie enough, Henderson made sure to express his admiration for him, so he couldn’t be too bad. Right? He seemed to like Y/N, as more than a friend, Steve just wanted her to be happy. She deserved to be with someone who would love her, he wasn't too sure that Eddie would be able to do that for her. He’s heard things. Tires hit gravel, startling Robin awake. “No, take me home first!” she groaned out, Steve was ready to get rid of Eddie first, not wanting to ask any questions. “I’m already on my way to drop off Munson, I'll take you after.” he mumbled out, Robin grumbled something under her breath and went back to sleep. Steve parked the car in front of Eddie's trailer and Eddie got out giving a silent nod to Steve as a thank you. 

Steve can’t take it anymore, if anyone knows anything, it would be Robin. He calls her name and shakes her awake, Robin tries to swat at him. “I need to ask you something, wake up.” he begs her. “What? Can’t this wait for later, dingus?” she mumbles. He ignores her question and starts driving toward her house “What's going on with Y/N and Munson? Are they like a thing?”Robin sits up quickly. “I don't know what you are talking about,” she says unconvincingly. Steve gives her a look, “Fine, Y/N likes him, and he seems to really like her!” Robin sighs, feeling relief flood her, a weight being lifted off her shoulders. “I don't trust him, not with her.” he takes a big breath and she looks at him as if he grew 3 heads, “I think he’s being real, he’s gentle with her.” Robin tries to reason with him. “We’re all gentle with her, it doesn't mean anything. Something’s not right and I don't know what.” his negativity angers and baffles Robin. “Just because you like her and she likes him, doesn't make him a bad guy!” she exclaims but she’s wrong, Steve doesn't like her, not like that. “I’m just looking out for her! Do you want her first relationship to be with him? You've heard what they say about him!” he explains as he parks in front of her house. “Whatever. Just don't ruin this for her.” she gets her things and slams the car door, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.

 A/N: Woah, that was a long one. I hoped ya'll enjoyed!