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horansqueen · 6 years ago

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BabyGirl 5.0

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♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.8k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ i am not totally happy with this chapter, but i hope you guys like it. Thank you so so much to those of you who still read this story. It means so so much that you gave this a chance and stuck to it as readers. thank you times a million! btw im sorry this is a bit late!! ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.

♥ PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

5.0 ♥ GUILT TRIP & FIREWORKS ♥

HIM

"Mommyyyyyy!"

The yell coming from the living room made my lips curl and I took my hand away slowly, looking up in her eyes. She chuckled and we left everything behind to walk to Chelsea who was searching through the dvds. I glanced back, not liking the fact that we didn't clean anything, but I tried to put my attention back on my daughter as she pulled on a movie, making a few others fall on the sides. She quickly turned to us, her messy hair flying around her face, and held out the dvd to her mom who took a step closer to grab it.

"It's movie time mommy!"

I noticed her face immediately change and I frowned as she looked back up and tilted her head, clearly torn and unsure of what to say.

"We normally watch a movie on Christmas morning." she just explained without sending me a glance. "You're welcome to watch it with us, if you want."

I slipped my hands in my pockets and nodded slowly, a bit unsure of what exactly was happening. All I knew was that this whole morning had changed me. I couldn't believe what being there with them made me feel, and at the same time, I couldn't really explain it. I wanted to stay, and I was happy when she proposed me to. I walked to the couch and took a seat right before Chelsea jumped next to me, making the whole couch shake. She leaned her head against the back of it, a large smile on her lips, as she looked at her mom put the dvd in.

I looked down at her and chuckled at her excitement before I noticed her shirt again. It was an old Ramones white shirt and it made my lips curl into a fond smile, this time. I didn't even look for it, I knew exactly where it was, and i didn't mind. It was not the only thing I forgot at her place and I didn't know if she kept the rest of my stuff but knowing this particular shirt survived through the years was endearing.

I remembered it was my go-to shirt during our lazy sundays, and even if i was always the one who'd put it on in the morning, she was always the one who ended wearing it during the afternoon. The first few times were coincidences, but after a while, I did it on purpose. I loved the way she looked in my clothes, but this shirt in particular meant lazy weekend sex and although it felt a bit weird to see it on a kid, it was also an incredible memory I cherished. And it suddenly hit me. That time we actually 'made' Chelsea was probably one of these mornings and seeing her wearing it now had an even deeper meaning.

"Have you ever listened to the Ramones?" I asked my daughter, grabbing the shirt between two fingers, near her shoulder, pinching it up slightly before letting it fall back.

She looked down at her shirt and then back up in my eyes, shaking her head slightly as she stared at me. For some reason, it made my heart twist and I sent her a smile.

"I didn't know what it meant." she admitted, tilting her head.

I chuckled low and licked my lips, bending down slightly.

"It's a good band." I explained.

She stared at me a bit longer and frowned.

"Are they on spotify?" she asked, making smile more. "Mommy and I, we have a playlist with our favorite songs."

"They are." I answered with a laugh.

The movie started and we both turned to the television. Chelsea let out a loud "Yes!" and I glanced at the dvd box on the coffee table. I felt my heart skip a beat when I read the title and licked my lips as a bunch of questions appeared in my mind. "Smallfoot" was clearly visible, even upside down, and when I finally looked up, my eyes met my ex girlfriend's. She sent me a shy smile before getting up and sitting on the other side of me. I didn't know why she didn't sit next to our daughter but I was too surprised by my daughter's movie choice to ask about it.

"It's Chelsea's favorite movie." she explained in a low tone. "Louis brought her to see it at the movies and when she came back, she begged for me to buy it."

I turned to her and noticed her lips curl immediately into a fond smile. I did the same and just nodded as I heard the movie play near us. Chelsea laughed and then talked with the characters, quoting them before laughing again.

"Did you tell her..."

"No." she cut me in a whisper. "I didn't tell her that her father wrote and sang a song in it. I just... I didn't know how."

I nodded slowly, not really surprised, but kept staring at her. She was close, almost too close, and I was suddenly aware of her arm and thigh pressed against mine. I cleared my throat and swallowed, trying to think about something else.

"For someone who doesn't like getting into other people’s business, it seems like Louis gets in ours a lot." I pointed out, making her laugh.

"Tell me about it." she agreed, raising her nose up in a grimace.

"Hush you two!"

We both jumped and turned to Chelsea who sent us an annoyed look, frowning at us. We waited until she turned back to the tv and looked back at each other, holding a laugh. I couldn't believe I was laughing with my ex girlfriend after so long and I enjoyed it more than I wanted to admit to myself.

"I'm gonna go wash the dishes, you can stay here with Chelsea." She murmured, getting up.

It only took me half a second to get up too and follow her to the kitchen. I glanced at Chelsea who was singing one of the songs in the movie and looked at the screen, smiling slightly. It was making me happy that my daughter enjoyed that movie, even if she didn't know her father had something to do with it.

I grabbed a towel and started drying the dished she finished washing. We remained silent, glancing at each other from time to time and trying to ignore it whenever our fingers would touch. It still felt electric, and I started thinking that if it was not from that big fat lie she managed to keep for five years, we could have a chance. This time, I wouldn't be so stubborn. This time, I would really give her all of me. The problem was that every time I thought about telling her how I felt, I remembered the fact that she robbed me from over four years with my own daughter, and that was something hard to forgive.

"So, that's what it would be like."

I turned to her, getting out of my own thoughts, and frowned. She sent me a sorry smile and tilted her head slightly as I put the towel on the counter, moving my body to face her without really realizing it. She did the same and leaned her hip against the counter, licking her lips. Her eyes met mine again and she sighed in a sad way, making my heart twist.

"That's what it would be like to be a family." she explained in a lower tone, as if she was ashamed. "You, me, and Chelsea."

I felt myself tear up at her words but swallowed my pain quickly, my eyes roaming quickly on her face. I hadn't thought about it but it was true, that's what our life would be like if we had gone through all of this together, as a family.

"Well right now we'd probably be with my family in Ireland, and we'd have a break at being parents because my mom would definitely take care of Chelsea and entertain her for as long as we'd be in her house." I added, smiling fondly at the thought. "And I'd lock the door of my old room and make love to you lazily on Christmas morning."

I watched her as her face changed and she held her breath, probably imagining it the same way I was. It was more of a memory from a few years back but somehow, I had the feeling it would be even better than it used to be. After a few seconds, she blinked a few times and took a step back as if she was trying to push away the thoughts, and me at the same time.

"Well, I guess we'll never know." she just said, turning her back to me and putting the clean dishes in the cabinets.

I watched her for about a minute but when she walked past me, I stopped her, putting myself in front of her and holding her arms gently. She didn't dare to look at me as I let my hands slide down until her hands before finally letting her go.

"I loved you, you know."

It was extremely hurtful to admit it out loud. I had spent years trying to convince myself I didn't have those type of feelings for her, and that losing her hadn't been the hardest shit I had to go through, but here I was now, admitting to her that what we had was more than a fling or some light infatuation. It was real, and she needed to know.

I was just not sure I was telling her for the good reason. Did I want her to know she broke me and that I would have done anything for her? Or did I just want to bring her into a guilt trip she may have deserved?

"I know I ruined it, Niall." she finally apologized in a whisper. "I know it's my fault. But I promise my intentions were good, at first. I didn't want you to give your dream up, and-and I thought you would resent Chelsea and I for holding you back. I-I thought you deserved to do what you like, and to become famous. I knew you were talented, I knew you were meant to succeed. I just... I didn't want us to be what would end it all."

No matter what my intentions were, I had managed to make her feel guilty, and for a reason I ignored, it made something stir in my stomach. Her words were genuine, and although the result was horrible, I knew she didn't mean wrong.

"It still hurt, you know." I pointed out, looking away. "When you wouldn't answer my phone calls and text messages I thought.. I thought it was the only way you found to let me know you didn't care about me, that you never really loved me."

I was bitter, I knew it, but I couldn't help thinking I had every right to be.

"I loved you." she quickly confessed, shutting her eyes tight. "I was... I was in love with you. And leaving you was torture. It was probably the most hurtful thing I had to do in my whole life."

There were so many things she didn't know, and I couldn't tell her. The words were stuck in my throat and I ended up trying to swallow them.

"I'm sorry we misunderstood each other so much that it ended up this way."

We remained silent for a few minutes and I finally sighed, closing my eyes for a while and finally opening them again.

"There's some sort of funfair, for Christmas." I explained, nibbling on my bottom lip. "There are games and shows and it ends with fireworks."

It seemed to take her an incredible amount of courage but she turned her head my way and her lips curled a bit.

"Yea, it's okay, you can bring Chelsea."

My heart was heavy when we looked at each other and I licked my lips, nodding.

"Thanks, but I thought we could all go. The three of us."

HER

I was sorry too, so fucking sorry that it all ended up like this. So fucking sorry that I cheated him of so many memories and time with his daughter. So fucking sorry that I made him think I didn't love or care about him. So fucking sorry that what I thought was the right choice turned out to be a fucking big mistake.

When he proposed we'd go all together, I felt guilty and almost refused, but the way he looked at me brought into me a sensation I hadn't felt in a really long time, one I didn't think i'd ever feel again.

I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to know if he could forgive me one day, and I was ready to do anything to get it.

For once, Chelsea and I were ready on time and when the doorbell ranf on the next afternoon, we both rushed to the door. I was glad my daughter hadn't asked any question about Niall, because I wouldn't have known what to answer. I didn't want to lie to her but at the same time, I wasn't ready to tell her who he really was, and I think he wasn't ready either. Besides, i felt like he deserved to be there when she would find out

The door swung open and Niall's eyes met mine before a surprised expression appeared on his face. He looked good, his hands in his pockets and a long scarf around his neck. He was wearing a beanie and I couldn't stop my heart from skipping a beat. He was dressed casually and It made me feel better for dressing up the same.

"Wow, you guys are ready?" he asked, an amused smile appearing on his lips. "If my memory serves me good, it's not in your DNA to be on time."

I raised my nose in a grimace but sent him a smile, knowing he was right and that I clearly couldn't defend myself. Chelsea rushed to Niall and wrapped her arms around his leg. The look on his face was priceless as he looked down at her, holding his breath in. I was endeared by his reaction and I took a step back to give them more space, even if it was useless.

It was not surprising from Chelsea to hug people, but I could see Niall hadn't expected it at all. When she pulled away, he quickly crouched to her level and sent her a genuine smile that she returned.

"So, Chelsea, are you ready?"

She nodded quickly, her eyes getting bigger with excitement.

"And, is your mommy ready too?"

With a glance at me, she quickly looked back at Niall and nodded again, jumping slightly, barely containing her enthusiasm.

The car ride was quite short and we ended up walking in the streets alongside other people trying to enjoy the fair. The first thing Chelsea asked for were fries but after eating a few, she handed the rest to me and begged for a ride on a carousel.

Niall and I leaned against the fence, both of our phones out, taking pictures every time she would pass in front of us. We hadn't really talked much, and with the discussion we had the day before, I was scared it would become awkward between us.

"Chelsea really likes you." I finally just said, waving back at our daughter again.

"She's incredible." he simply answered, not looking at me. "I know It may sound crazy, but I started loving her as soon as I found out she was my daughter."

I felt my lips curl, understanding the feeling a bit too much. Niall was going to be an amazing father, and I swallowed the guilt invading me once again.

"D'you think it's crazy?" he asked, turning to me, his arms crossed on the top of the metal fence.

His eyes seemed to shine and I shook my head slightly, sending him a smile. I moved a bit closer to him and tilted my head, my hair falling on both our arms.

"No, not at all." I admitted in a whisper.

I felt his fingertips brush gently on top of my hand and hold my breath, staring back at him. These moments seemed to happen so often between us that it was starting to drive me insane. Were we cursed to feel that way around each other forever without being able to get anything more? Was I going to lose him a second time? Once again, by my fault?

"I'm amazed that we actually created... her..."

He sighed and looked down, lost in his thoughts, but all I could focus on was the shivers that ran all over my back as his fingers still grazed on my skin. I wanted to answer, but I just didn't know what to say. He looked back up in my eyes and i licked my lips.

"It's a part of you, and a part of me, and now we will always be linked, you know?" he added, this time taking my hand in his and turning his body gently in my direction.

I nodded again, trying in vain to calm the beatings of my heart. He was close again, so fucking close I could feel his warm breath on my face, and I desperately wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to find out if he tasted the same way he used to, if our lips fit together as well as they used to.

He smiled at me and sighed, finally taking a step back, and watching him back away broke my heart. I tried not to show it but it hurt more than a slap in the face. I don't know what I was expecting anyway. Niall and I have been over for years, and although we had both admitted that what we had back then was real, it didn't mean the love we both felt for each other was still alive. The fact that I lied to him probably didn't help things, and I couldn't blame him for wanting to focus on Chelsea. But I was scared. I was scared to fall in love with him again, and realize that he didn't have these feelings for me anymore. I was scared to see him with an other girl, to suffer from having him so close without being able to really be with him. I was scared I could never find someone else like him, someone I would love as hard and as deeply as I loved him.

"Mommy! It was so cool!"

We both turned to watch our daughter step down from the carousel and run to us. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and shook it hard, making me laugh.

"I want to go again! Please!"

I laughed again but Niall quickly bent down to look in her eyes and answered before me.

"There are many more rides to try, do you want to try this one?"

He pointed behind her and we both looked at the ride with hot-air balloons of different colors that seemed to fly. Chelsea's eyes got bigger and she turned back to Niall, nodding quickly and making him laugh. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her as I followed them, eating a cold fry.

When Chelsea was sitting in the ride, Niall stood next to me, one of his hands in his pocket as he dug his free one in the punnet i was still holding, grimacing when he noticed how cold the fries were.

"She's so happy to be here." I pointed out after throwing the rest of the foor in the nearest trash can.

"I'm happy too." he pointed out. "I'm happy we're all here together."

I sent him a fond smile. He didn't have to add me, but he did, and it meant more to me than I could explain. I tried to push away the fears threatening to invade my mind again. I had to take it day by day, or else I was going to drive myself crazy.

After winning a pink unicorn for Chelsea in a game, Niall brought us near the river. I held Chelsea's hand tight in mine, a bit scared to lose her in the mob of people surrounding us. I noticed she had gripped Niall's hand too and it made me smile. I felt like things would be easier now that i knew she liked him.

Niall crouched down again and immediately, Chelsea gave him all her attention.

"The fireworks are about to start." he pointed out. "Do you want to get on my shoulders?"

I saw her lips curl and she nodded slowly, waiting for his next move. He placed his hands under her arms and pulled her up easily, moving her so she straddles his neck. She held herself on his head and it made me laugh. His hand grabbed her legs and her head moved back to look at the sky. I felt like a simple witness of a new relationship growing right in front of me and i loved it, every seconds of it. I took my phone out of my pocket and took a picture of them together just as the fireworks started. My lips parted when I looked at the picture, barely believing I got to take a picture like that, especially with a phone. I sent it to Niall quickly and started a video to keep a memory of this moment.

I had no idea how i managed to stay so far away from Niall for so long, but having him around in the past two days had made me feel happy in a way I thought I never would again, and seeing him so kind, patient and sweet with Chelsea was an incredible bonus I hadn't expected. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't hide my pregnancy to him. It brought more bad than good. Unfortunately, it was impossible to start over, and I would never find out what would have happened between Niall and I. We could still save the relationship between Niall and Chelsea, and I intended to do anything I could do to make this work. Chelsea deserved a father like Niall, and Niall deserved to be in his daughter's life. I just hoped that somehow, somewhere, there was also a place for me.

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bbq-hawks-wings · 6 years ago

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I AM HERE W/ THE NEW IDEA! this time it’s a bit more angsty since most of it stems from the music video/song by Lauv called Superhero (if you watch it, it would make more sense I think) but to summarize the story was about a guy who has a long distance relationship with a girl & when they met up they had a very bad fight so he went to lauv’s concert alone & wrote a note saying “I met a superhero. I lost her. I want her back.” & left it in a box that lauv had ppl leave notes of their feelings PT1

PT 2 so lauv found this note and made it into the song. Anyway this song hits me with all the emotions, mainly ones of longing and missed love so I thought it could turn into a story scenario for Hawks. I feel like they would’ve gotten together at first when they were younger but then had a terrible falling out that led to a lengthy over the years separation. I really want to see what his inner thoughts and emotions would be like & how he would go about to get her back if he tried to. It can end happily with a reunion/them getting back together if it suits your fancy! Bonus points for using lines from the song (I met a superhero. I lost her. I want her back. OR Cause they say if you love her let her go. They say if it’s meant to be you’ll know. OR Don’t want to talk about it. I was so wrong about it. Can’t do a thing about it now.) I hope this all makes sense and sparks some inspiration :)❣️

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So much of his young life was spent running towards some new goal, some new test, or some new record. A young middle school boy who might otherwise be spending his spare time playing video games and hanging out with his friends was instead drilling and training every aspect of himself mental and physical. He was taught to not mind his peers. They were peripheral and inconsequential.The only ones who mattered were those in ahead of him to catch up, and everyone else would slowly fall behind as he overtook them. It was cold, calculating, and impersonal. For that budding young man, who should have been learning how to interact with others to build an interpersonal network for his own sake and learn how to express the overflowing new, nuanced emotions welling up in him, he was left in a sterile, minimalist box- taught instead to shut himself down. There was no room for fear, for doubt, for rebellion, for individuality. He toed the line, held an unfeeling gaze forward, and awaited instruction like he’d been taught his whole life.

That is, until she showed up.

She also trained, but when told to jump she never asked how high - just leapt as far as she could go. She listened, but she questioned every lesson taught, trying to punch holes in flimsy logic and fill in gaps of knowledge as she went. She was fierce and competitive, taking on and taking down every challenger; and she picked herself up and learned from the fights she never should have started. But she was also kind and curious, poking her nose from behind shoulders that found her annoying and offering help to those struggling even when their obviously-hurt pride would assure that they would never accept it. She challenged everything he had been taught, everything instilled in him; but she did it with a smile and he hated it. He especially hated how she made him want to be more than just a glorified mercenary but want to be a good person.

“You’re annoying.” Was the monotone reply when she offered to help him with the self-study assignment he’d been struggling with.

“Yeah, well if you don’t figure out this assignment, the schoolmaster will discipline you.” He hated that she was right, but he didn’t want help.

“Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Why do you work so hard to do other things for people? You don’t exactly have the best marks either.” He looked up from his desk to look her in the eye.

“Well, that’s what being a hero is all about, right? We help people to the best of our ability.” That was a line he’d heard parroted by a lot of people; it wasn’t the philosophy he’d had drummed into him about the subject; but it was never one he’d heard spoken so sincerely in this place, either.

“You really believe that?”

“Well, if we don’t then what’s the point of all this training?”

To be someone’s puppet? Their ace in the hole? Someone to get their hands dirty for someone else’s sake. “To be the best.” was his reply.

“The best what and why? I know there’s people here looking to make it big through this job, but I think the real cream of the crop are going to be those not in it for themselves.”

“Hmph…” He thought there might be truth in what she said, but he wasn’t yet ready to admit that.

“So how’s after school?”

“Fine.”

Studies became commonplace for the two. So did practice drills and sparring. Things became warm between them. The ice carefully hardened around his heart melted layer by layer until he became warm as the sun itself whenever he walked into a room. They were both fire, and he found himself fond of her.

Come high school they were inseparable. The two’s performance was neck and neck, but they considered themselves a team. Yet, it was undeniable that Hawks was able to do just a bit more, push a little harder, hold a greater margin for error than she could. It was the only point of contention between them - not because of rivalry, but of his overbearing protectiveness.

“I’m not a child! I can take care of myself!”

“Except for when you can’t. Someday you might push yourself too far, and then what?”

“And what do you suggest to make you feel better? Are you gonna babysit me forever?”

“No, I ju-”

“I’m my own person. I chose this life. I may not ever be as strong as you, but I can be amazing; and I’ll do it without your help.”

It had finally come to a head. Though disagreements had always happened, this was the first one that left a permanent rift. He wanted to and often tried to remedy the relationship between them, but she avoided him - sometimes it seemed she was still angry, but others it seemed she was embarrassed. Either way, graduation came and went, and he found himself alone.

It was lonely at the top. He had risen so high so quickly that he didn’t make many friends at all on the way up. He had graduated, and by the end of the next year he was in the top ten making names, selling merch, and performing interviews.

“So, Hawks, you’ve risen so quickly through the ranks! You must have had some real drive to make it this far. What was your inspiration?”

“Well, you see…” he had intended to stick to the scripted answer, but something about the studio lights and camera flashes and the nostalgic nature of the question clouded his thoughts and he found himself wandering.

“I met a superhero, and I lost her, and… I want her back. She’s ok and isn’t anywhere as well-known as I am, but she’s the reason I’m here now. She said that the best of the best will be because they aren’t doing it for themselves, so I can only do so much being here for selfish reasons, but she deserves to hear that she’s the reason I’m here, and I’ll be waiting for her!”

Had the nature of such “live” interviews not truly been live that take wouldn’t have been cut from the broadcast, but at least he had put it out into the air and admitted it to himself. Now he could continue hoping to see her again.

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sidespromptblog · 6 years ago

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Amalgam: Part 2

Summary: Deceit never knew about fusions, and Deceit had never known that it was possible for two sides to be even closer than being in a relationship. That was about to change, it changed the moment that a man with a pink tie and glasses offered him his hand.

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He thinks that we hate him, Logan!

Patton’s agonized cry rang around inside of Emile’s head, as the moral side fell into a mental pit of sadness, tucking his hands under his legs as soon as he felt them start to shake. Emile gave Deceit a pained smile.

I am well aware of that Patton, but you need to calm yourself before we un-fuse right here and now in front of him. Take a deep breath, we’re here to help, and help is what we shall do. Relax.

Emile almost nodded his head in agreement with the words that Logan was telling Patton, but even so, he felt the emotional turmoil of Patton steadily ebb even as he felt his eyes starting to sting a little bit. The silence stretched thin between Deceit and Emile, and the dishonest side was absolutely sure that the so-called therapist of the mindscape was going to pronounce him a lost cause and just least him to cry his feelings out inside of another closet.

“What has led you to feel this way about the light sides?” He asked, clearing his throat as it gave a little crack in between his words, “Surely the light sides are not as...malicious and cruel as the dark sides.” However, almost instantly Deceit was shaking his head, the dishonest side’s fingers clenched at the fabric of his pants and it took a moment for Deceit to gather himself together in order to say what he really needed to say.

“That’s isn’t just it!” Deceit exclaimed, seeing Emile lean forward almost curiously as he remained sitting on his hands. “They do say things like the dark sides did, and they do treat me like they have in the past! But…” Deceit found himself fumbling for a moment, he’d never really thought that one day he’d be spilling everything to some guy he didn’t know. But now that he started, he found it almost impossible to stop. “I don’t know that they feel that way about me, I mean..I’m not a dark side. Of course, they hate me, I’m different. I’m a…” Freak.

The word burned on Deceit’s tongue, just as he felt his scales burning on his face and the memories burning inside of his skull and the tears burning inside his eyes. His fanged teeth dug into his bottom lip as he hastily blinked, trying to clear away the tears that were soon to fall. A muffled whimper bubbled up out of him, and before he knew it Picani was reaching forward, another box of tissues in one hand, as his other rested gingerly on Deceit’s knee.

“I’m not sorry, I shouldn’t be..I shouldn’t…” He blubbered for a moment as the warm tears trickled down his cheeks before he grabbed a handful of the tissues dabbing at his face in both an effort to clear away the tears, and to hide his disgusting face from Emile.

“Hey now,” Emile’s warm hand tenderly squeezed Deceit’s knee, “You’re a rockstar for trusting me to see you like this, crying over years of emotional distress isn’t bad..it’s healthy to let yourself have that reprieve. Bottling up emotions...can only get you so far, it’s by letting yourself feel and acknowledging them that you can grow and move on.” Internally Logan went a little silent as Patton took the reins, for the time being, it felt almost as if Patton wasn’t just talking to Deceit, but him as well.

The shoulders of the dishonest side shook even harder as he cried out into his bundles of tissues. The hat slipped from his head, revealing the waves of curls as he just continued to cry and cry like there was no tomorrow. All while it was happening Emile remained there, his hand on Deceit’s knee and the tissue box extended for whenever Deceit needed another tissue.

It took a long time, far too long in Deceit’s eyes, before he stopped crying so much. Giving the occasional sniffle he jerkily nodded his head, he was better now.

“I..I’m not sorry, no one has ever told me that before.” He hoarsely whispered, grasping the bundle of wet tissues tightly in his fist, but even so, Emile merely rewarded him with a warm sweet smile as his brown eyes looked into the other side’s eyes. It was then that he got the notion that this wasn’t the first time that Emile had dealt with a side who’d spent most of his time sobbing his eyes out in front of him. He was used to it, but even so, he knew how to deal with it.

“Deceit,” Emile softly began as he leaned back into his sofa, “Do you think that you might be having a cognitive distortion when it comes to the light sides? So far you’ve made assumptions about them, but...have you asked them? Have you truly talked to them, and got their opinion on you?” He asked, and already Emile knew the answer to that as Deceit shook his head, the dishonest side had always skirted around both Logan and Patton. It was pretty obvious too, that he did the same thing in regards to Roman and Virgil.

“I…” Deceit looked down before giving a tense shake of his head, “I can...I just...how on earth would I do it? They certainly don’t think that I’m a monster, approaching them..let alone talking to them would be doable! I don’t know how to get close to people!” He blurted out, the mixture of truth and facts confusing Emile for a second as he took in Deceit’s absolutely startled appearance as he leaned forward in his seat. The dishonest side’s fingers were clenching the fabric of his cloak, twisting and untwisting it again and again.

He was a mess.

There was a period of silence that seemingly stretched on and on, but it was soon interrupted as soon as a new light burned brightly in Emile’s eyes. Looking like something akin to hope. “There are other ways to get close to someone.” He blurted out, an eager little grin on his face that seemed to confuse Deceit even more. “It’s as easy as a song and dance!”

As soon as Emile bounded up to his feet there was a fight within in his head, as well as with Deceit.

“But I don’t dance!”

Logan are we sure that we want him to know?! He might not be ready and..

And what Patton? He has expressed a somewhat willingness to get to know us, and with this perhaps he can truly see that we..or at least the two of us don’t hate him as much as he thinks that we do. He deserves for someone to take a chance on him.

The pause from Patton went on longer than Logan would have liked, but even so, he knew that overall his words had won the moral side over. Alright...I trust you. The mental whisper from Patton allowed Logan to relax, he didn’t like to admit it, but Patton’s acceptance would have been the only reason he proceeded.

With a deep inhale resonating within Emile’s head, and as he exhaled Deceit watched in a mixture of horror and awe as a pastel purple separated itself into blue and pink.

Before him stood both Patton and Logan in the flesh.

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arcticmaggie · 6 years ago

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Movie Night

Y/N (not so) secretly hates scary movies and Harry (not so) secretly loves Y/N.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: okay so this is a cute angsty but also fluffy one shot!! idk i was debating whether or not to post this one but whatever might as well make other ppl clench their heart over soft Harry. ALSO he’s like an american in this oof like i didn’t know how school works over in the uk so like aha america wooh. okay enjoy! pls feedback is amazing! IF THERE’S ERRORS I’M SORRY

“It’s my turn to pick! You made me suffer through Dear John last week.”

“How dare you disrespect Amanda Seyfried like that.”

It's a Friday night and Y/N finds herself back at Harry’s flat with a half empty pizza box on her lap and a grumpy expression on her face. Harry loves to tease her about her fondness over cheesy dramatic romances that carry elements that she will never come across in her own love life. She hates it. Especially because whenever they watch these movies, he never actually pays attention to it, choosing to play with her hair or hands instead. Which she actually wouldn't mind if it weren't for the fact that it was so distracting that she misses about half of the movie as well.

So she's grumpy and upset that Harry is sat beside her chewing on a pizza slice while searching through Netflix with disregard to how mean he was being (not really, she's just dramatic) as he keeps his free hand at her thigh, rubbing it softly and absentmindedly.

“It's not like my turn counted. You didn't even watch the movie,” she quips in, a frown still sketched on her face as she sees him completely skip over the romantic comedy genre.

He replies with a full mouth, “then consider us even. Since you’ll be too scared to pay attention to this either.”

Her frown of upset turns into a frown of confusion as she wonders what he means. But she sees him click down once more and begins to scroll through the horror genre, ominous thumbnails flashing up, making her heart begin to thump a bit heavier than usual.

She hates scary movies. She hates being scared in general. Harry knows it as well because she's found herself, more often than not, calling him in the middle of the night to comfort her because there was a noise in the kitchen and she could have sworn she saw a shadow pass by her closed bedroom door.

She whips her head towards him and sees the slyest smirk settled on his lips and she wants to smack it right off. She won't let him win this round. She needs to show her dominance in this friendship (who is she kidding, she'll do and listen to anything he says).

“I don't know what you're talking about, I love scary movies.” A snort leaves Harry’s mouth at that. She gives a weak push against his shoulder at his response.

“So you’ll love me if I put on The Conjuring tonight?” he asks, both eyebrows raised as he readies his thumb on the play button. His smug face makes Y/N want to attack him and refuse to watch a film of terror, but she won't give in yet.

A wide and obviously exaggerated smile spreads on her lips and she nods curtly, “Yup.”

She really doesn't know why she went along and did this though because Harry presses down on the remote control and the movie begins to play and Y/N knows she's fucked for the rest of the week.

And she proves herself correct as the movie reaches the third act and she finds herself wrapped around Harry’s figure. She had thought she saw a hand reach for her at her end of the couch so she pushed the pizza box off her and onto the ground, quickly scooted on top of his lap, and tucked her legs inside the blanket wrapped around them. Her head isn't turned towards Harry but she just knows he's smirking in amusement behind her from her sudden, but not surprising, actions. So with the arm that’s wrapped around his back, she lifts her hand and flicks the back of his neck.

“Ouch! What the heck, Y/N?”

“Oh hush, you already know why I hate you right now.” Y/N quips back as her eyebrows furrow with irritation, only multiplying more when a jumpscare occurs on screen and her heart skips a massive beat. She can't endure it anymore, so she turns her head and tucks her face into his neck, Harry quickly reacting and extending his neck out a bit so she can get more space.

She grumbles against his skin, “Why are you so keen on scary movies? Do you not realize it's only going to make me bother you even more with calls in the middle of the night?”

He lets out a small exhale through his nose as he softly laughs at her grumpiness. “You never bother me,” he lets out quietly, provoking a warm blush to rise in his cheeks, thanking the heavens that the lights are turned off so that it's not noticeable.

He likes to think he isn't so obvious about his feelings towards her. Even though everyone in their friend group always comments about how exhausting it is to see how absolutely infatuated he is with her yet he doesn't do anything about it. But Y/N is pretty good at missing signals and this ditziness of hers gives him more passes than he's deserved.

Like how he's constantly using his free time from his job to text her, call her, or hang out with her. Or like how he always says yes to her when she asks for a ride to her campus for her afternoon lectures because her car’s A/C doesn't work but his does, even if it means being late coming back from lunch to work. Or like how he never approves of any of the guys she mentions she's found cute or has ever asked her out. Or how whenever she sleeps over (or vise versa), he rolls over in bed and pulls her into his arms, rubbing his nose against her cheek with a dopey grin until she wakes up with a wrinkled nose from the sensation, rasping out, “Good morning, my sweet girl.”

Or like in this present occasion, how he always chooses a horror movie to watch after he feels like she hasn't been affectionate enough with him in the past two weeks. Because he knows that she always ends up in his lap, quivering under his gentle hands combing through her hair, comforting her and protecting her from the scary monster on the telly.

He feels a tiny bit guilty using her fear as a method of affection but her shampoo always leaves such a sweet mango scent in her hair and he can't help but inhale and forget all about it. And it's not like she ever complains about being in his arms. Which makes him giddy thinking about it but he pushes his hopes down. She seems comfortable enough being just friends, he doesn't think she's ever going to want more (this thought leaves a small sting in his chest and he tightens his arms around her a bit more).

They stay like this for the rest of the movie, his hand running small circles on her back and her hand running her fingers through his curls. As the TV turns almost completely black as the end credits roll, the room gets darker and Y/N shivers a bit.

Harry wants to coo at her.

“It's just a movie, Y/N. You're safe here with me. Nothing will ever get past my hold on you.” She doesn't respond right away, breathing softly against his neck as she tries to calm herself down.

It doesn't really work though because although she does start to forget about what she saw on the TV beforehand, she starts thinking about what he just said. You're safe here with me, he told her, nothing will ever get past my hold on you. That seemed like a recurring event in their movie nights. He always chooses a movie that will insinuate contact. Like how the previous time he chose a movie, he chose My Sister’s Keeper, Y/N burying herself into his chest with sobs escaping her mouth throughout it all.

She gets an idea why he does so, but this idea brings her cheeks to a flaming color and she internally shakes her head in denial. It's been too long that she keeps this hope inside of Harry possibly feeling what she wants him to feel for her. Since her freshman year of college when she came crying to him about how she was too dumb to be enrolled and that she should just drop out and get a job instead of wasting money on something she won't accomplish. And he pulled her into his chest and let her ugly sob against him for what seemed like hours, letting her muster out all that she possibly could before he began to whisper soft declarations of the pride he holds in seeing her challenge herself, not giving in to what everyone has told her she is, raising a middle finger to those who doubted her willpower.

Ever since then, she's found a new place in her heart for him that no boy has ever proven to be a worthy contestant for, even though she's tried so hard to find someone to do so. Because while Harry’s always been a blunt and straightforward kind of guy, he's never confirmed that her hopes were true and she'd rather not go through the embarrassment of waiting for him to come around only to find him fall for another girl in the end. So she's tried moving on, but even Harry can clearly see with every guy she meets, none of them are of real interest to Y/N, because not a single one of them is Harry.

They can't compare to the way he makes her feel. The way he embraces her when she's sad. The way he makes himself the little spoon when it's him who's brooding. The way she stays up alone sometimes, contemplating what would happen if she called him and told him how she felt. And then crying with his contact popped up on her phone screen because she spent 10 minutes staring at it but lacked the courage to risk their friendship and press the call button. The way that he always tries to make her happy but she knows this is the one thing that he will never comply to.

So her idea of why Harry chooses these movies is dismissed from her brain.

But still… she is curious as to why.

So she musters up a few seconds of courage to clear her throat timidly and raise her lips away from his skin to talk clearly, whispering out, “Why do you always choose movies that end up with us touching each other?”

And, oh god, she squeezes her eyes shut tight and buries her head right back into the crook of his neck because that was not how she wanted to word her question. She can feel Harry go a bit frigid and she scolds herself on the inside.

“What… do you mean?” he asks into the open space of the living room, the tone of his voice letting Y/N know he was just as flustered with her query as she was.

She thinks about how to reword herself and not accidentally embarrass herself even further, quipping up again, “Like… with every movie you pick, you always end up having me in your arms. And it's often enough for you to know what movies will make me do this, and you pick them anyways… So why?”

Harry gulps quietly as he goes into panic. Suddenly, the fear of her not enjoying this physical contact they always hold invades his mind and he tries very hard to seem cool and collected as he asks back, “Do you want me to stop?”

She's quick to react, eyes widening and head retracting back to hold eye contact with him, one hand reaching over to rest at his jaw. “I don't mind at all! I--I like it. It's, um, it's nice and comforting. I just kind of want to know what goes through your head when you do so.”

She can see how stunned he is now, truly, and she almost wobbles her bottom lips in awe at how absolutely adorable he looks with this facial expression. But she can also tell that he's feeling a bit embarrassed, and although it does make her heart skip a beat from the insinuation of why he’s possibly feeling embarrassed, she really doesn't want him to be uncomfortable with her questioning. So she tucks her head back into him, not as close as last time, but enough to lay her head on his shoulder, and moves her hand away from his face, leaving it against his clothed chest, giving him time to think.

He stays silent after this, just for a little while. He's blushing up a storm and his heart is now pounding very heavily and he's sure that she can feel it (she can, and it makes hers start pounding as well). He doesn't know how to respond without revealing his true feelings. Because really, there's no other explanation other then oh yanno, Y/N, it's because I’ve been madly and deeply in love with you since senior year of high school when you ditched your movie date with Evan Davis, the star player of the football team, to attend our movie session because, as you said, no boy was going to keep you from me and my mom’s hot pockets.

So it takes him a while to come to the conclusion that fuck, he really doesn't have any other option but to say what he's been feeling for 3 years now. A long overdue confession, which he can blame on the both of them. Him because he's so scared of rejection and a broken friendship, but also her because seriously, how has she not seen the signs?

He hasn't even been laid since the day he realized he's in love with her! Y/N knows it, and she knows how many girls throw themselves at him whenever they decide to stroll through her campus on nice sunny days, so she must also know there's a reason on his behalf of why the only girl he's ever gotten close to is her.

God, this is going to end in heartbreak, he tells himself because here he is, about to confess his feelings to the girl of his dreams who has been constantly showing interest to every other boy but himself. It's a recipe for disaster.

But he still musters up the courage, he mentally pushes himself off the cliff and blurts out all in one breath, “I’mkindasortareallyinlovewithyouandhavingyouinmyarmscompensatesforwhatIcan’teverhavesothat’swhyIalwaystrytomakeyoufallintomyholdI’msorry.”

And Y/N catches it. She catches it all because his mouth is almost touching her ear and her Psych professor also talks in a super human speed so she's adapted to quick explanations. But she doesn't say anything. She's too in shock to react in any way possible but to exhale through her nose against his bare skin like as if she was holding her breath this entire time.

He's in love with her. He actually reciprocates her feelings. Oh my god, she repeats over and over in her head. Tightening the grip she has on his shirt, she tries to formulate a response. But Harry is quicker.

With the softest and quietest voice he has ever mustered, he lets out, “I’m sorry.”

Y/N tries to stop him but there's no words coming out of her mouth. After a few more seconds of silence, Harry continues.

“I’m--I’m so sorry. I--” he's struggling so hard to not get choked up on his words. She's in his arms, frozen from the confession, and he can't stop the ache in his heart already forming a permanent residence. He's at least grateful that she's still facing away from him so he's not feeling much humiliation as tears fill up in his eyes.

“I shouldn't have fallen in love. You’re just so beautiful and---and brave and tough to break and kind and gentle and so precious. I mean how… how could I have not have fallen for you, yanno? And I’m just---” his voice cracks at the word just and he stops himself to recollect his thoughts and swallow down the sob that's threatening to spill.

He inhales and exhales shakily as he squeezes his eyes shut to stop his crying because at this point, a few tears have actually escaped. “I’m sorry I ruined this for us. I was selfish and now you won't even say anything and it hurts but I understand. I’m sorry,” he finishes off with the sorry whispered into the dark room.

He's, yet again, met with silence. It only hurts him more. He figures he should take Y/N home, hoping she'll at least silently comply and let him drive her back, so she can process this new information and he can curl up in his bed sheets and release all this hurt that's physically piling up and aching in his chest.

So he slightly moves his body in his seat to signify that he wants to get up, and he expects Y/N to slip off of his lap to let him. But instead, he’s greeted with her face retracting from his neck and now boring her teary eyes into his as she's inches away from him, letting her weight sink him down to keep him in place.

His eyes widen in surprise, which only accentuate the glossiness of his own crying eyes.

It breaks Y/N’s heart.

She tried so hard to stop him in his heart warming and heart wrenching explanation but she physically couldn't use her vocal chords. So she sat there in silence, tearing up from the words he spoke. He thinks I don't love him back is all that runs through her brain throughout the entirety of his speech and the silence afterwards. And she hates it.

And she hates that he accepted her silence as rejection because him trying to move away from here clearly shows he doesn't believe in her loving him back and can't bare it. So she quickly responded to his shuffling with pulling away from his shoulder, visually showing him all her emotions, her heart breaking as she see his.

The hand that was fisting his shirt is released as she brings it up to cup his cheek, Harry automatically leaning into it. The way his eyes are glossed over and his eyebrows are pulled down in confusion and discontent, yet still he gives in to her comforting touch, makes her begin to tear up once more. And this time, a meek whimper comes out of her lips.

This relief in finally making a noise makes her begin to actually cry.

It scares Harry a bit with the burst in sobs, especially since she squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head forward to lean her forehead against his. The close proximity to her face makes him tense up, but because of how awful it was to see her crying up close over him. He feels like he did a disservice to her, not letting her live out a perfect friendship without him going and ruining it. And that's what makes him close his eyes and cry as well, leaving them both as crying messes clinging onto each other in the moonlit living room.

Y/N tries so hard to recollect herself because she realizes after a minute of crying with Harry, she still hasn't said a single word. She imagines that's why he's crying as well; he thinks she's crying over hurting his feelings.

So she tries to sniff in all of her snot (she doesn't doubt she looks completely disgusting right now), and lets her mouth fall agape. She doesn't know how to relay all her emotions and feelings out right away, so she starts off with gasping out, “I’m sorry.”

But once these two words leave her mouth, she can't seem to stop uttering them. Traces of I’m sorry’s are left as she leans her head back, letting the free hand, that isn't already cupping his check, run through the front of his hair soothingly.

She's able to calm her cries into soft hiccups and sees Harry do the same as well, except he doesn't seem too keen on opening his eyes and facing reality just yet.

Y/N hates it so much.

So she whispers out, “Look at me, Harry.”

He slowly flutters his eyes open, first looking down into their laps before slowly trailing his eyes up to bore into hers, sadness leaking out of his facial expression.

She stays silent as she examines his soft face, already feeling her chin wobble in exasperation to burst into tears again. But she holds herself back because for the first time in a while, it's Y/N whose taking care of Harry. Sweet sweet Harry who she's been so in love with for so many years. And who apparently has been in love with her as well, after all this time.

She runs her hand through his hair once more before breaking into a soft smile at his angelic state of heartbreak. Only Harry would be able to look so beautiful after crying his heart out.

“I’m really sorry, Harry,” she begins, holding up her front and shakes her head when he opens his mouth to begin talking as well.

“No, sh, let me speak,” she continues, “I am so so sorry for not noticing. For being too stupid to not clearly pick up the signs about your feelings for me. Because, Jesus, Harry, I always had an inkling that it was the truth but I was too stubborn to fully believe in it. To believe that you would--you would love me--like that.”

Y/N can feel herself lose her composure with every word she utters, examining her own naive and ignorant past self who refused to see the signs and possibly stalled a wonderful relationship.

A tear slips out from her right eye and Harry is quick to reach up and wipe it away. Y/N melts and quickly places her hand over his to keep his touch there before he could pull away. This time it's Y/N leaning into his touch and she feels her heart clench. She doesn't know how to continue without fully breaking down again so she turns her head to press her lips against his palm, giving herself time to think.

But the feeling of his skin against her lips is too much, too real of a moment, too much of a reality check that this night could have been avoided if she just admitted her feelings for him right from the start. If she wouldn't have wimped out and just made it clear that it was him that she wanted, him and no one else. She could have been in his arms kissing more than just his palm for over 3 years now, if she just upped and blurted it out.

So she doesn't wait any longer. She gives his palm one last peck before moving her head back into its original position and clearly iterates, “I’m so in love with you Harry. Since freshman year of college, I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend. I've wanted to know how your lips would feel like against mine for so long, and I’m sorry for not getting the courage to find out for myself. I’m sorry I waited this long to do this.”

And she leans in and kisses him.

Fireworks don't go off outside, an indie pop song doesn't begin to play in the background, no applause or cheers are heard from an audience. But Harry lets out a small noise of surprise before quickly responding with both his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her in to get as much of her close to him like as if this were a dream and if he were to let go, he'd wake up and never experience it again. And that makes all the fireworks go off in Y/N’s stomach while the main chorus of Sweet Disposition plays in her head, her inner self screaming with joy.

They run out of air to breath, their crying session making them too exhausted to explode into fiery and passionate kisses. But even as they pull away to catch their breath, they're both gasping in relief, feeling a big grin to break out onto their faces right after, reiterating the word finally to themselves.

Y/N drops her head back down to touch foreheads, closing her eyes in peace and harmony. She's never felt so exhausted yet so ecstatic at the same time like this before. She finally has him. 5 years of friendship and they've finally reached their happy ending in their friends to lovers trope. If there were an actual person reading their love story, Y/N thinks, they must be so exasperated and worn out from their idiotic naivety.

Really, it was stupid to Y/N. It took them this long to finally be happy. She shakes her head at herself a bit and feels Harry open his mouth to break the silence.

“So me crying was all it took for you to finally come around?” Harry lets out, evoking a small giggle from Y/N’s mouth as she playfully rolls her eyes. Guess he realized it just as well.

“You know I’m a sucker for romantic dramas.”

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hrina · 7 years ago

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L’Amato (Il Ritorno II)

PAIRING: Alex/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 16k REQUESTED: highly lol !

hello gorgeous ppl!!! i am BACK with PART 2 of il ritorno! the first part was so well-loved and i honestly wanted to cry bc of how amazing u all were :’) i hope u love part 2 just as much, if not more! if u do, here’s where u can leave me some feedback, and here’s my masterlist :-) enjoy!!!!

il ritorno (part 1) / il devoto (part 3)

It’s a few weeks later, and things are actually going pretty well.

You check on Alex nearly every night. It’s become such a regular thing that he actually comes to expect it. When the house is silent and everyone else is asleep, you creep downstairs and join him in the living room. He’s always waiting for you, flashing you a small smile (one that makes your stomach flip) and sitting up so that there’s enough room for you to plop down beside him. You talk, and giggle, and touch—a lot.

Alex is constantly brushing your hair behind your ears, and you’re always there to catch his hand quickly and lace your fingers together. Whenever you say something particularly endearing, he presses a firm kiss to your knuckles, as though he’s trying to sear his affections into your skin.

You also cuddle into him sometimes (for the most part, you’re too nervous to initiate it), snuggling against his side as he wraps an arm around you. You both whisper to each other as your eyes stare at the doorway, looking forward inattentively. And Alex will sometimes—if he’s feeling remarkably affectionate that night—litter kisses across the crown of your head.

You enjoy the small exchanges. You usually head back up to your room after Alex falls asleep (though he tries to stay awake for as long as possible, until he’s drowsy and saying things that make absolutely no sense). He whispers to you that he sleeps much better when you’re there, with less disruptions and fewer nightmares, and the confession has your heart expanding to three times its normal size.

He’s started to do some work around the house, claiming that if he was going to be staying there, the least he could do was help out. You’ve come home several times only to find him outside on the front lawn, pulling out weeds from the cobbled pathway that leads to your front door. Since it’s daytime outside, he’s careful with how you two interact, only giving you a small nod and casually leaning on the scoop of his shovel.

He’s usually wearing a pair of black overalls, and nothing else. You can see the strong muscles of his back when you first approach him, and then the smooth skin of his collarbones and his shoulders when he turns around at the sound of your greeting. He always smiles boyishly at you, wiping off his hands with a rag that’s usually shoved into his pocket.

One day, when you’re feeling exceptionally needy, it happens. You’re on your way back home, enjoying the warm breeze and the way the sun bathes your face in a cheery glow. Your feet ache a bit from standing so long during your shift, but it’s something that you’ve gotten used to. You near your home, catching sight of a figure crouched in the rosebushes that line the property.

“Alex?” you say.

Alex turns around, looking up and shooting you a small smile. “Hey, love.”

The pet name still makes your heart somersault in your chest. You don’t know if you’ll ever get past it.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Your mum was gonna trim the bushes. She’s been quite busy today though, so I offered to do it instead.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly, biting your lip to suppress an endeared grin, “That’s really sweet of you.”

He smiles and shrugs, his gaze dropping down to your torso. You swallow heavily when his eyes rake down your body. He gives you a small, appreciative hum. “Look good, y’know that?”

It’s that simple sentence that has your heart rate speeding up and your tummy frothing warmly. It’s been a difficult day to begin with—throughout your entire shift, you could only focus on what it would feel like to be bent over the counter and ravaged. These thoughts aren’t new to you—contrary to what most people think, you’ve got needs—but you’ve never been so tempted to act on them.

So, you do something that you’ve never done before—it’s so out of character that you can feel your spine stiffening anxiously. You return Alex’s hungry look, glancing down at his biceps and smirking crookedly at the sheen of sweat that’s formed over the muscles.

“You look good, too,” you say, and you’re eternally grateful when your voice doesn’t come out as a shaky, uneasy mess, “Really good. Just want to…”

You trail off, stepping back and giving him a sly smile when you catch sight of his expression. His eyes have darkened significantly, pupils dilated as he watches your every move. His nostrils are flaring slightly, and a tendon in his jaw ticks prominently as he plunges his clenched fists into his pockets.

“‘Jus’ wanna’ what?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You shrug your shoulders, fiddling mindlessly with the strap of your purse as you back away, nearing the steps of the porch. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” you inform him, a pleasant intonation masking your nervousness. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest, but your body is warm as pride washes over you.

With one last, innocent smile, you turn on your heel, skipping up the stairs and disappearing inside. Immediately, you rush up to the second floor, not even bothering to greet your mother. You stumble down the hall, tumbling into your room and slamming the door shut. Your purse falls to the floor, completely forgotten, as you hurry over to your window and peer outside at the front lawn.

Alex is still standing there, absolutely frozen. His eyes are trained on the door, as though he’s hoping that you’ll reappear in the threshold. From where you are, you can see the heavy rise and fall of his chest, and the view makes you beam widely.

You pull open your curtains all the way, and the subtle movement is enough to catch Alex’s attention. His head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly when he finds you standing in the window. For a long moment, the two of you merely stare at each other. Then, you bite your lip, your stomach brewing with nerves when your hand slips up to fiddle with the first button on the front of your dress.

God, what are you doing?

The jittery sensation has spread, coursing through your bloodstream and making your fingers shake as they work to unclasp the button—you hope that there’s enough distance between the two of you to keep Alex from seeing it. You watch as he cocks his head to the side slightly, confused by your actions. But then his eyes widen with recognition, and his lips part in salacious awe.

You’re on the second button now, and then the third, and then the fourth. Slowly, the material of your dress separates, exposing more and more of your chest. Alex looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and when your garment falls to the floor, you genuinely think he’s about to pass out. You’re standing above him, your torso visible in the window and your chest covered by only a plain, baby pink bra.

You reach around your body, your hands fumbling with the clasp of the undergarment, and you gnaw viciously on your bottom lip when you feel the cups become looser around your breasts. You’re watching Alex—a mix of excitement and anxiety racing up your spine—and you nearly giggle when you see him run a hand through his short hair, a pained expression warping his features.

The straps of your bra slip down your shoulders, and Alex’s eyes are pleading with you, begging you to end your torturous game. You giggle, spinning around in only a second and letting your bra fall from your body. When you peek back over your shoulder, Alex’s jaw is clenched, and his eyes are boring into your bare back with a terrifying intensity. You pull a clip from your hair, letting the strands fall down naturally, before you’re ambling away from the window and leaving any consequences behind.

God, what are you doing?

This is so unlike you. You’ve never been this forward, encouraging a boy and leading him on in such a scandalous way. You want to blame it on the excess of hormones coursing through your bloodstream, but you also know that this…well, this has been a long time coming. Ever since Alex had visited you at the bakery—ever since he’d told you that you were a “privilege” to look at—there’s been a palpable sexual tension in the atmosphere that just won’t dissipate.

You feel like a new woman. And it’s intimidating, but it’s good.

These are the thoughts that run through your mind as you practically prance over to your door. You pull down your panties and step out of the damp material, and reach for the soft, downy robe that’s hanging on your wall. With a satisfied hum, you slip it on, securing it at your hips with a small band of cloth hanging from the loops of the garment. You’ve got every intention of padding down the hall and hopping into the shower, and maybe—just maybe—you might even take care of the hot knot in the pit of your stomach.

You open the door, and a loud gasp leaves your lips—Alex muffles the sound with his palm, driving you right back into your bedroom.

“What are you—?” you try to ask, but Alex just shakes his head, squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips pucker out unattractively. He spins the both of you around, pressing you flush against the wall and placing one palm on the door, quietly easing it shut. You watch him, your body thrumming with excitement, and when he focusses his gaze back on you, your knees almost buckle.

“Like t’see me suffer, yeah?” The question isn’t meant to be answered, and you bite your bottom lip when Alex lays both of his forearms against the wall, effectively boxing you in. He steps closer to you, leaning down slightly so that you can feel his hot, heavy breaths fanning over your face.

You close your eyes, nibbling frantically on your bottom lip and resting your head back against the wall. Alex repeats his previous action, placing his palm against your mouth—a small, startled noise resonates deep in your throat, but he shushes you quickly, his thumb stroking the underside of your jawline.

“You’re tormentin’ me, love,” he whispers, angling his head down even more and nosing the fluffy fabric of your robe away from your neck.

You wait with a held breath, and your hands fly up to grip at his shoulders when he finally—finally—licks a scalding stripe up your throat. Your lips part in a silent gasp, and you arch your back up towards his touch. His right hand finds your thigh, and with an impatient tug, he’s got your leg hiked up around his waist. You swallow heavily as he assaults your neck, licking and biting and panting against the sensitive skin.

“Alex…,” you mumble. You don’t know what to say, your mind muddy with desire and your thoughts as slow as molasses. Alex merely hums against your collarbone—the hand that’s not on your thigh is holding tight to your hair, keeping the loose strands tamed so that he can play with you. He presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically when you feel something poking into your pelvic bone, conspicuous and large and mouth-watering.

“Gotta tell me,” Alex grunts, pulling his face from the crook of your neck and pressing his forehead to yours. He reaches for your hand, guiding it down so that your palm splays limply over the bulge tenting his trousers. “Gotta tell me f’yeh want it, love. F’yeh want me.”

In all of your nineteen years of life, you’ve never wanted someone more.

You express this in the form of a squeeze, your fingers cupping his prick through his bottoms. Alex lets loose a string of curse words, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. He lets go of your hair, unwinding it from where it’s wrapped around his fist, and fiddles with the knot on your robe that keeps you from baring everything to him.

“My mum doesn’t know I’m home,” you whisper shakily in his ear.

That’s all the permission he needs.

A moment later, the pair of you are stumbling down the hallway. Alex is fumbling keenly with the tie on your robe, and you’re sliding the straps of his overalls down his arms, excitement coursing through your veins. Eventually, his chest is bare, and you run your fingers against his pectorals, marvelling at the toned, slightly sweaty skin. You look up, resting one of your hands on the knob of the bathroom door, and Alex stares back at you so intensely your heart jumps into your throat.

He leans in, then, and your body pulses with anticipation when his face inches towards yours, his lips only centimetres away.

And then—suddenly—someone is climbing the stairs, two steps at a time.

Your head snaps to the side, your eyes widening and a hiss escaping your mouth.

“Tommy.”

You turn back to face Alex, blind panic written all over your face, but he’s twisting open the bathroom door and toppling inside. “Hurry!” you snap out of your stupor and usher him along as he hides behind the door. Your hair is frazzled, and you’re out of breath from your previous ministrations, but you try to make yourself look as composed as possible.

When you turn back around, Tommy’s reached the top floor. He smiles at you and walks down the hall towards you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, hoping that you don’t sound too winded, “Um, what’s up?”

“Nothin’ much,” your brother shrugs, “Just got back from Angela’s house.”

Despite your initial alarm at the sight of him, you chuckle, looking down and shaking your head. “You lecher.”

“Oi!” Tommy whines, but he laughs too. He cocks his head to the side, studying you for a moment before asking, “You alright, then? Y’look out of breath.”

“Fine!” you say, your voice a little louder than it should be, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just—,” you make some sort of indiscernible motion with your left hand, “It’s hot, you know? So, I wanted to—to get in the shower as quickly as possible.”

“You’re loony,” Tommy grins, and you place a hand on your heart.

“I resent that!” you say, pretending to be offended. He laughs, pointing towards the open bathroom door behind you and stepping forward.

“Y’mind if I just duck in for a second? Gotta wash this off.” He turns his head to the side and reveals a bright mark of pink lipstick staining the spot where his jawline curves upwards.

You shoot him a teasing smirk. “Oh? Angela left you with a little parting gift, is that it?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was from mum?” Tommy asks, and you shake your head in response. He snickers, “Thought so.”

He’s about to slip by you and head into the washroom, but you stagger back quickly, blocking the entrance. “As much as I’d love to help you cover up your smudges of sin,” you both giggle at the description, “I’m in desperate need of a shower. You’ll just have to wait!”

You grin cheerily at your brother before stepping backwards and swinging the door shut. Tommy whines from outside the bathroom, banging his fist lightly against the barrier and pouting dramatically. “I thought we were past your whole ‘annoying sibling’ stage!”

“Please!” you scoff, “I was never the annoying sibling!”

Tommy mutters a few curses under his breath and you listen closely through the door, sighing quietly in relief when you hear his footsteps receding down the hallway. A moment later, the door to his room shuts obnoxiously, spreading a sense of finality throughout the top floor of the house. You press your forehead against the doorframe, closing your eyes and willing yourself to breathe properly again.

“’S alright,” Alex says softly, placing a hand on your lower back. You jump in surprise—you had simultaneously forgotten and been painfully aware of his presence.

Alex steps back when you turn around, and you rub your palms over your face, inhaling deeply. He brushes your hair behind your ears before cupping your face with both of his hands, coercing you into looking up at him. “’S alright,” he repeats, his eyes focussed yet tender, “You’re alright, love.”

“I—,” you groan in frustration, squeezing your eyes shut for only a moment, “—what are we doing, Alex?”

A crinkle forms in between his brows. You hate that you want to smooth it out with your lips. “What d’yeh mean?” he asks you.

“What is this?” you demand, gesturing towards how the two of you are standing. He’s still cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones mindlessly. “I—I don’t know what we’re playing at. You obviously like me, but I just—”

“Do you like me?” Alex cuts you off. You choke on the rest of your sentence, looking up at him with wide eyes. He’s so fucking forward sometimes—it always catches you by surprise.

“I don’t even know your age,” you say weakly, gripping his wrists and pulling his hands from your face, “I—we’ve known each other for weeks, and I still have no clue how old you are!”

Your voice rises to a panicked volume, and Alex shushes you quickly. You heed his warning, remembering that Tommy is only just down the hall.

Alex slips his wrists from your grip, maneuvering your hands so that he’s somehow able to tangle your fingers together. You hate it, but—even more—you hate the way that you allow him to do so. You feel like clay underneath his fingertips, mutable and easy and willing to do anything with only the slightest graze of his palms.

“’M twenty-four,” Alex tells you quietly, “How old are you?”

“I—,” you sigh dejectedly before breathing out, “Nineteen.”

Alex looks at you through his eyelashes, and you gulp nervously.

“Nearly twenty,” you add, just for good measure. Alex chuckles, bringing both of your hands up to his lips and pressing two firm kisses against your knuckles. You watch him with parted lips, your heart betraying you as it flutters happily in your chest.

“There,” Alex says, “Now yeh know.”

“That’s—,” you shake your head, “That’s not what this is about, though. I don’t know you, not even in the slightest, and here I was, about to let you…”

You trail off, unable to say the words. Alex smirks, and he steps forward; you meet the action with a step back, and then—for the second time in less than fifteen minutes—he’s got you trapped helplessly against a wall.

“What?” Alex muses, the corners of his lips kinking upwards smugly, “What were yeh about t’let me do?”

“Quit it,” you whisper feebly, but the words carry no real effect—not with the way that you’re squeezing his hands sharply, the force revealing your true apprehension.

“Were yeh gonna let me kiss you?” Alex inquires, his tone hushed but complacent, “Were yeh gonna let me touch you?”

“Alex, stop it,” you whine, but you don’t try to shove him away. He releases your hands, and one of his palms curves around your hip. His other hand plays with the sleeve of your robe, tugging on it lightly so that the material slips away to reveal your collarbones.

“Already let me kiss your neck,” Alex says matter-of-factly, his voice low, “Where else were yeh gonna let me kiss, hmm?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Briefly, you wonder if this is how a deer feels right before a collision: shocked, unable to move, unable to think, before everything bursts into white and the tranquility of the night is blown apart. Alex’s hand sneaks up your arm, his fingers hooking into your robe and stroking along the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Would yeh let me kiss yeh here?” he asks, and despite your previous words, you nod. He smirks, and his palm falls lower, splaying out just below your chest. You gasp when you feel his rough thumb draw small circles along the underside of your right breast. “An’ how about here?”

Swallowing dryly, you nod again.

“Here?” Alex says, hiking your thigh up once more and looping it around his hips. His fingers dig into the plush skin, and you let out a small sigh of affirmation. He massages your leg thoroughly, before his hand is sliding upwards, and he settles his palm squarely on your bum. The contact makes you stiffen.

“An’ what about here, love?” Alex requests, stepping only an inch closer. You gasp loudly when he presses his pelvis firmly against yours, the outline of his cock putting pressure right at the apex of your thighs. Your hands fly to his biceps and you squeeze tightly, your nails digging tiny crescents into the skin. Alex snickers, repeating his question. “Would yeh let me kiss yeh there?”

“Yes,” you choke out, trembling like a leaf, “Yes, yes, yes.”

His face splits into a grin, and he nudges his hips a bit more firmly into you. You tilt your head back, biting your bottom lip and looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“We can’t,” you nearly sob, “I can’t…I’ve never—”

“No?” Alex ducks down, delivering a hard kiss to the underside of your jaw, “’M gonna make yeh wait for it then. Gonna have yeh begging first, an’ then I’ll take yeh nice and proper.”

Your core positively throbs at his words, and you subconsciously push your chest against his. Alex kneads your backside softly, pursing his lips to conceal a smile when you squirm in his hold. He pats your bum a few times; your leg tightens around his hips, and your toes curl against the back of his thigh.

“You’re old-fashioned, yeah?” Alex inquires. The question takes you by surprise, and you have to close your eyes for a moment to collect your thoughts and to answer him with a coherent sentence.

“I—yeah, I guess.”

“So am I,” he tells you, and you nearly burst out laughing, because your situation and your current position is definitely not old-fashioned. Alex’s hand slips from your backside, and he pinches your thigh gently before unwinding your leg from around his body.

“Gonna do this properly, love,” he says, his voice confident and sure, “Take yeh on a date and kiss yeh goodnight. On the lips first, an’ then—,” he gives you a cheeky grin, “—maybe I’ll kiss some o’ those other places, yeah?”

“Yeah,” is all you can say, the syllable merely a breathless murmur. Alex nods—like the two of you have just arranged a deal in an office—and leans in, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Gotta go finish trimming those rosebushes, or your mum will have my head.”

You crack a smile, and he steps away from you. He pulls the door open only a crack, peeking through the opening before slipping out into the hallway. You barely hear his footsteps as he sneaks down the stairs, and then you seal the bathroom door once more, pushing it shut and rubbing tiredly at your eyes.

Had that really just happened?

It’s too much. He’s too much. You’re not sure what to make of his words, but they sound an awful lot like a promise that he intends to keep. Your head is spinning, and you’re finding it difficult to suck air into your lungs, but at the same time, you’ve never felt more alive.

Alex is cocky and confident and sweet and determined to get what he wants.

And you? You’re afraid and nervous and eager and impatient.

And you’re fucked. You’re so, so fucked.

~*~

For the next few days, you don’t creep downstairs during the night. In fact, you avoid Alex altogether, too humiliated to even look at him. You stay at the bakery for longer than your shift entails, simply because you don’t want to walk home and risk running into him while he mows the lawn in front of your house. And when you do finally make the trek back, you disappear into your room without even bidding your family goodnight.

Is he aware of what he does to you? He’s got you scattered like a jigsaw puzzle, and it seems as though he’s the only one who can put you back together.

The thought scares you, and so you do your best to evade him.

And it works, it really does.

Until it doesn’t.

“I still think I should stay to help you clean up,” Dorothy tells you as she folds her apron into a neat little square. You just shake your head, bending down and reaching underneath the counter for her purse. She thanks you sweetly when you hand it over to her.

“It won’t take long,” you promise, shooting a glance towards the front of the store, where the sunset is bathing the tables in a dull orange glow. “Now, go,” you urge her, well-aware of how long it takes her to walk home (she lives a bit further than you do). “Before it gets dark.”

“Fine, fine,” she sighs gently and gives up. You grin—you really can be persistent when it’s necessary.

The door jingles when she opens it, and she gives you one last wave before you’re alone in the shop.

Letting out a quiet hum, you peek up at the clock to your left—there’s only ten minutes remaining until you can lock up the doors and finish wiping down the tables and the counter. You busy yourself in the meantime, reaching for a broom and a dustpan from the supply closet and sweeping up the hundreds of crumbs that litter the tiled floor.

After a minute or two, the heavy silence gets to you. Your fingers twitch as you glance towards the old, rusty jukebox in the far corner of the room. The contraption is large and clunky, and half of the time, it’s out of order, but you’ve got a few coins in your apron pocket and you’re determined to make it work.

You saunter over, making sure that the machine is properly plugged in, before fishing out a coin and sliding it into the appropriate slot. Most of the writing on the jukebox has faded, and the display is quite dim, but if you squint, you’re able to scroll through plausible options. You finally pick a song and cross your fingers.

“Fantastic,” you smile when the soft tune begins to play. It’s not very loud, but with the silence of the shop hanging onto your every breath, you can hear the opening notes just fine. You spin back around, continuing to sweep along the floor and softly singing along to the music.

The chiming of the door disrupts the calm atmosphere of the store, and your head snaps up in surprise.

“Sorry, we’re—,” you cut yourself off, the last word dying on the tip of your tongue.

“Closed, yeah,” Alex finishes for you. He reaches for the lock on the door, twisting it to the right and humming in satisfaction when a promising click echoes through the air. You’re struggling to breathe, your mouth dry and your feet moving of their own accord, carrying you back a few steps before you can even register the action.

Alex turns back around to face you, and his brows knit together when he notices the distance between the two of you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask quickly, hoping that your voice doesn’t sound too breathless.

“’S getting dark,” Alex tells you slowly, taking a cautious step towards you, “Didn’t want yeh walking home alone.”

“I—,” you shake your head, looking down at the ground and trying to busy yourself with tidying up once more, “It’s fine. I’ve walked home in the dark before, and I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re no bother, love,” Alex says, and your spine tingles as you process the words and the much deeper meaning behind them. You shrug your shoulders, trying to move further away from him, but Alex has had enough, it seems, because he stalks over to you before you can take another step.

“What—?” you start, but he shakes his head, his nostrils flaring with frustration.

“Cut the shit,” Alex snaps, and your eyes widen at his words. He blows out a ragged sigh, squeezing his eyes shut for only a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. Your heart is hammering wildly in your chest, because he’s done playing your game. You’ve eluded him for as long as possible, but he won’t allow you to run from him anymore—not when he doesn’t know why.

“’S wrong with yeh, hmm?” he asks, and his voice is softer this time, like he’s reigned in his emotions for now, “Been avoidin’ me, love. Haven’t spoken a single word to me since that day.”

That day.

The day you’d nearly let him have his way with you. The day you’d been so desperate for him, you’d been blind to the fact that he’s Tommy’s friend. Your situation doesn’t allow for sublime flirtations and longing glances—for lips kissing up necks and hands hitching thighs up onto hips.

“I—,” it feels like you’ve swallowed a bag of cotton balls, your throat hoarse with regret, “Alex, we can’t.”

“‘We can’t’ what?” Alex questions, but his chest is tight because he already knows what you mean. He’s clinging onto that last strand of hope—that last wish for reciprocation—but what pours next from your mouth dashes all prospects of his desires becoming a reality.

“We can’t do this!” you exclaim, dropping the broom to the floor and throwing your hands up in exasperation. The gentle notes of the jukebox fill the long silence that follows, and you wipe at your eyes when you feel frustrated tears pooling along your waterline.

“We—we can’t hold hands, and I can’t sneak downstairs to see you, and you can’t kiss my neck and tell me how much you need me!”

“Yes, I can,” Alex stresses, stepping closer to you. You merely scoff, glaring up at the ceiling and angrily trying to blink your tears away.

“You’re not supposed to, then,” you clarify, trapping him in his own claim, “You’re not supposed to smile at me like that, and I’m not supposed to want you as much as I do!”

Throughout your entire outburst, Alex is shaking his head, a hand running through his hair anxiously. You break off before you have the chance to start crying properly, simply looking at him with glistening eyes and a heaving chest. He steadies himself against a nearby table, his hand curling into a fist as he raps on the wood dejectedly.

“Dammit,” he mutters, looking away from you, “Dammit, dammit, dammit.”

“Stop,” you say weakly, stepping forward and curling your fingers around his wrist, “Please, don’t—you’ll get a splinter.”

He chuckles hollowly at that, peering down at you defeatedly as you release his arm. You don’t step back, though, watching as several emotions pass over his grassy eyes. He swallows heavily, his gaze intense as he searches your features for something—anything.

And he seems to find it. He sees it in the way your jaw clenches, in the way your eyelashes flutter nervously, in the way you look at him tenderly, like you’re afraid he’ll shatter right in front of you. It makes him lick his lips, and it’s what prompts him to get the words out.

“’S not jus’ me in this,” he mumbles. His hand comes up, and you inhale sharply when he cups your face in his palm. You don’t pull away, however, and that makes Alex smile sadly. You want him—he’s nearly certain of it. He just doesn’t understand why you’re fighting so hard to repress it. “Y’feel it too, don’t you?”

A pregnant pause follows. Your nostrils flare dramatically, and Alex thumbs along your cheekbone softly. He watches you intently, marvelling at the way you bite your bottom lip and how the flesh whitens. He can practically hear the gears whirring inside your head, and for a fleeting yet terrifying moment, he’s afraid that you’ll shake your head and disagree.

But then you nod despondently, peeking up at him through wet eyelashes.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice small, “I—yes.”

He hums, nodding at your confession. You stare down pointedly at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. The soft, closing notes of the song waft through the air, and Alex exhales quietly.

“Dance with me,” he says suddenly. Your head snaps up to look at him, your eyes widening at the confident quip of his voice.

“I—no,” you refuse, and then you cringe at your own insolence. “I’m sorry,” you amend hastily, “It’s just…the song’s finished, and I don’t have any more money.”

It’s a lie, and you desperately hope that he can’t hear the coins in your apron jingling when you step back. Alex merely cocks an eyebrow, fixing you with an easy smirk before making his way over to the jukebox. He fishes through the pockets of his trousers, chuckling victoriously when he produces a single coin. He slides it into the slot and presses a button, and then the same song is starting right back up.

You shuffle nervously on the balls of your feet when he walks back over to you and offers you his hand. A part of you wants to protest, to turn away and disappear into the back of the shop until he finally fucking leaves. But there’s a louder voice in your head, a nagging noise that tells you to humour him, if only for the night.

“What are you playing at?” you murmur when he pulls you in close. Sparks shoot up your spine as he places one hand on your hip and intertwines the other with one of yours. His fingers flex against your knuckles as he smirks, looking down at the ground coyly.

“Could ask yeh the same question, love,” he replies evenly, and you flush hotly at the slight trace of accusation woven into each syllable. Alex glances back up at you, watching you profoundly. “Drive me crazy, y’know that? Wish I could walk away, but…there’s somethin’ about you.”

“Sorry,” you say meekly, because you don’t know how else you could possibly respond to those words. Alex laughs, his glittering eyes trained on you. You study his features—the tips of his hair glow orange in the sunset, and his irises are reflecting flashes of gold and green. There are faint shadows dancing upon the underside of his jaw, making his bone structure appear even sharper. The silver chain around his neck glints teasingly at you, and you move your hand from his shoulder to his neck, your fingers toying idly with the necklace.

“Where’d you get this?” you mumble, sliding your fingertips down the links. You pull the jewellery out from where it’s hidden beneath his shirt, tilting your head to the side as you examine the cross pendant that he’s kept concealed.

The smile slips from Alex’s face. You look up at him innocently, noticing when his feet falter in the slow, steady rhythm of your dance.

“’S from my mum,” he tells you quietly. “She’s dead,” he adds when he sees how your lips part to ask another question. You recoil slightly as though he’s just slapped you, your mouth clamping shut and your eyes blinking up at him owlishly.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammer, utterly shocked.

“Don’t be,” Alex says quickly, shaking his head, “Was a long time ago.”

“Still—,” you press earnestly, molding your body against his in a subconscious, pathetic attempt to protect him. You squeeze his hand tightly, and your arm wraps around his neck. You bury your face into his shoulder, hugging him firmly and hoping that maybe the proximity will keep your heart from breaking cleanly in two.

You sigh quietly, lifting your head so that you can plant a kiss to his collarbone. Alex’s throat bobs heavily as he swallows, and you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck while the two of you sway absentmindedly. Your eyes drift shut as you inhale deeply, and then Alex speaks up again.

“Been havin’ more nightmares,” he murmurs, “Jus’ like before.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, because you already know why his bad dreams have been reoccurring at an exponential rate. You sniffle against his neck, clasping him closer to you and nuzzling your nose against his jugular. “I’m sorry.”

“’S okay,” he says, and he pulls back so that he can face you. “But…we’re good now, yeah?” he asks, a hint of hesitation still prominent in his voice, “We’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you tell him sincerely, nodding with several firm shakes of your head. Alex’s lips curve up into a small, relieved smile, and he blows out a held breath. It makes you giggle quietly, and he presses his cheek against the side of your head as he begins to lead you through the dance.

“Y’friend came over today,” he mumbles absentmindedly, “Tracy, I think?”

“Haven’t seen her in a while,” you reply, your words slightly muffled as you press your lips to his shoulder. Alex nods, his grip tightening on you subconsciously. You try to ignore the way your stomach flips joyfully, and how you feel calmer now that you’ve sorted yourself out. Deep down, you know that there are things that still have to be resolved between the two of you, but for now, you allow yourself to relax and to enjoy being wrapped up in everything that is him.

“She invited yeh to go dancing tomorrow night—’s a new diner opening up, or summat,” Alex says. But then a tiny smirk stretches his lips, and he can’t help but to add, “Invited me, too. Looked like she wanted to take a right bite out o’ me, if I’m bein’ honest.”

At that, you frown and pull your head back, fixing him with a pair of displeased eyes. Alex chuckles smugly, his features alight with playfulness. He brings your linked hands up towards your face, pulling your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “’S that look for, hmm?” he muses, releasing your lip and watching as it wobbles back into place.

“What look?” you ask, but your emotions are written all over your face, “There’s no look.”

“There’s certainly a look,” Alex says, before he grins widely, “A bit of a jealous look, I’d say.”

“There is not!” you gasp, lifting your chin stubbornly and shaking your head. You’re hoping to appear nonchalant, but you can feel a flush of heat creeping up your neck. Alex cocks an eyebrow, and you try to conceal your irritation, anticipating his next words.

“No?” he taunts, “So y’wouldn’t care if she asked me t’dance, then? Wouldn’t care if she wanted me t’kiss her?”

You swallow heavily, and a beat of silence hangs—unbearably tangible—in the air.

“What would you say?” you ask hoarsely, your throat itching with uneasiness. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest, and you’re almost afraid of how he’ll respond.

“I’d tell her that ‘m sorry,” Alex starts, squaring his shoulders and looking straight into your nervous eyes, “’Because I’ve already got m’heart set on someone else. I’d tell her—,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “—I’d tell her that I’ve been waiting t’kiss this ‘someone’ for a long time, and ‘m not about to give up now. Especially since it’s so close, I can fuckin’ taste it.”

“Alex.” You mean for his name to come out as an admonishment (he swears far too much), but the breathless quality of your voice robs it of the effect.

“Christ.” Alex allows his eyes to drift shut for only a moment before they’re trained back on you, piercingly intense. “Even the way yeh say m’name—,” he gulps, “—you’re drivin’ me downright mad, love.”

“Kiss me.”

The words fall seamlessly from your mouth, as though they’ve been dancing on the tip of your tongue for days (which is true, of course). You’re shocked, really, at how easily you’re able to verbalize the order. The thought of kissing him has been tiptoeing around in the back of your mind for weeks; it’s spread, growing larger whenever you feed it with the fantasies that creep up on you late at night. And now it’s lava, flowing slowly over every crevice of your psyche and demolishing everything in its path.

“Are yeh—?” Alex’s eyes are wide with childlike wonder. “I mean, I don’t wanna—”

“Kiss me,” you repeat, and the words are firm this time; a proper command. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this for way too long, so I swear to God, Alex, if you don’t kiss me right now—”

And then it’s hands on cheeks and lips on lips. It’s closed eyes and soft sighs, and slumped shoulders as relief finally washes over the two of you. A switch has been flipped, and as Alex moves his mouth languidly against yours, you’re grateful for the new conditions.

His palms are cupping your jawline, keeping you close as you whimper feebly against his lips. Your hands reflexively find his waist, thumbs hooking into the belt loops on his trousers. The song playing on the jukebox drifts off into the distance; the closing notes grow fainter with each passing second, but this time, neither of you bother to tinker with the machine.

Eventually, you’re struggling to breathe, and you have to pull away with a thick gasp. Alex only leans further into you, chasing your lips, and you giggle at his enthusiasm.

“Slow down, Romeo,” you say softly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a wide smile. Alex hangs his head, chuckling at himself. His shoulders shake with the action, and when he glances back up at you, his eyes are twinkling happily, and his face has split into a grin.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, rubbing circles into your temples with his thumbs. You giggle yet again, your fingers coming up to run along your mouth shyly. Alex swallows—it’s almost like you’re trying to savour the taste of him.

“Did it—was it good?” he asks, his words ragged. You nod, your eyes shining as you pinch your bottom lip lightly.

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a small, appreciative smile, “Really good.”

And then you step back and bend down, picking up the abandoned broom that’s laying a few feet away.

“I need to finish cleaning up,” you tell him, tittering bashfully when he pouts. He follows you as you slip behind the counter, trailing after you like a lost puppy and monitoring you with keen eyes.

Alex will admit that he’s pathetic. He’ll admit that his gaze falls to caress your curves as you lean forward to wipe down the glass of the display cases. He’ll admit that he tries once or twice (or six times) to distract you by hiking you up onto the counter and attacking your face with kisses. He’ll admit that every time he manages to make you laugh, his veins thrum and pulsate with excitement.

And he’ll admit that he’s fucked. He’s so, so fucked.

~*~

“And you’ll be back by eleven, right? Not a minute later?” Your father fixes you with an expectant look.

“Promise!” you chirp, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing out the door, “Bye!”

“Be careful!” your mother calls, but you’re already bounding down the porch steps.

Tommy’s waiting in the car, drumming his fingers lazily on the steering wheel. He’d bellowed at you to hurry up and was met with your rebuttal of how it takes time to look good, but of course he wouldn’t know that. You walk over to the vehicle and notice that Alex is sitting in the passenger seat, saying something to your brother. His gaze lands on you through the windshield, and he does a double take, stopping right in the middle of his sentence.

You slide into the backseat, securing your purse in your lap and grinning down at your feet when Tommy says to Alex, “Cat got your tongue, mate? Go on.”

Alex stutters, blinking quickly, and you strain your ears to hear him. “No, yeah. Was just sayin’…she’s fit. Really grand.”

“Would you shag her?” Tommy asks as he pulls out of the driveway. Alex thinks for a moment, and you look up perplexedly. Who the hell is he talking about? And why is your chest so tight?

Alex catches your eye in the rear-view mirror, and he chews on his bottom lip to suppress a smirk. “Yeah. In a heartbeat.” He winks at you, taking advantage of the fact that Tommy’s eyes are trained exclusively on the road.

And oh.

Oh.

“Is she gonna be there tonight?” Tommy inquires, “Pretty much everyone our age is goin’, swingers and sirens alike.” He grins, and Alex chuckles, scratching the nape of his neck.

“I think so, actually,” he hums, and your brother takes one hand off the wheel so that he can elbow Alex in the arm.

“Charm her knickers off, then!” he nods, shooting Alex a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. You watch as Alex nods and grins widely, and when your eyes meet in the mirror again, you look away to hide a smile.

~*~

“I’m gonna go find Angela,” Tommy announces as he slams the car door. “Said she’d meet me near the jukebox or summat. You—,” he looks pointedly at you as you slide out of the vehicle, securing the strap of your purse on your shoulder, “—don’t get into too much trouble.”

You roll your eyes. “Bite me.”

Your brother chuckles, shooting you a crafty grin. He then turns to Alex, who’s inspecting the side of the car to make sure that he’s shut the door properly. “And you—,” Tommy winks at him, “—go find your sexpot, yeah?”

“She’s not a sexpot!” Alex begins to protest, but Tommy’s already spun around on his heel and is jogging towards the entrance of the diner. Alex closes his eyes and mumbles a curse under his breath, and you giggle beside him. His eyes snap open, like he’s only just remembered that you’re here.

“’F only he knew he was talking about his sister,” Alex teases, and you smile, shaking your head.

“He’s clueless, honestly,” you reply, and he chuckles quietly. He steps forward, his hand reaching out for yours, but you gasp and retreat quickly.

“Um,” you gnaw on your bottom lip, gazing up at him with apologetic eyes, “It’s probably best if we don’t…there’s a lot of people in there, and I don’t want them to—”

“Ashamed o’ me, love?” Alex asks, a smirk playing on his lips, and you gawk at him in surprise. You shake your head frantically and your eyes widen, because how could he possibly say that?

“What? No,” you state firmly, desperately trying to reword your thoughts, “I just don’t want it getting back to Tommy, and—oh, piss off!” You place your hands on your hips, frowning when you see the smile grow on his face. He’s purposely trying to fluster you, and you hate that it’s working.

“Now, now,” Alex cocks an eyebrow, his lips quirking up into a crooked grin, “’S no way to talk to an acquaintance, hmm?” He stresses the title, and you scoff at his playfulness.

“Especially not to one who thinks that y’look absolutely enchanting, tonight,” Alex adds, his voice heavy with sincerity. You bite the inside of your cheek when his eyes comb down your body, taking in every tiny detail.

You’re wearing a navy-blue dress that reaches about an inch above your knees, and there’s a light gray cardigan slung over your shoulders to keep them from being exposed. Your flats are silver, glinting in the dim lighting of the parking lot. Your purse is a dark brown, and you despise the fact that it clashes with your outfit—you’d been in a rush (compliments of Tommy), and you couldn’t have been bothered to rifle through your closet for a different bag.

“Thank you,” you whisper bashfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I—you look really nice, too. Handsome.”

“Yeah?” Alex beams proudly, his hands coming up to tug cheerfully on the lapels of his jacket. He’s clad only in black, the buttons of his shirt done up nearly all the way. His trousers are a bit short for him, but the loafers that adorn his feet allow for the funny length to go virtually unnoticed. There’s a few rings gleaming on his fingers—they match the chain around his neck—and his hair is messy, like he hadn’t cared enough to style it properly.

But, God…he looks so damn good.

“Yeah,” you nod, giving him an earnest smile. The sound of an upbeat tune reaches your ears, and you glance at the front of the diner—the place has been lit up with bright lights, and you can see shadows of people stirring around through the windows.

“We should probably go in,” you say, and Alex hums in agreement.

The two of you make your way into the restaurant, standing an appropriate distance away from each other and trying to keep your gazes controlled. Alex can’t stop glancing at you through the corner of his eye, watching as you take in the lively setting with parted lips and a fascinated expression on your face. He’s only snapped out of his daze when a girl rushes up to you and engulfs you in a tight hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came!” she cries over the volume of the music.

Alex recognizes her as Tracy, the friend that had visited your house yesterday with the intention of coaxing you into joining her tonight. He’d been pulling weeds from the grass, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, when someone had cleared their throat daintily from behind him. She’d been watching him with eager eyes, subconsciously arching her chest out as she explained that she was looking for you. When he’d told her that you weren’t home, she’d stuck around anyways, babbling on about how excited she was for the grand opening of the diner.

“’S nice,” Alex had replied politely, nodding. She clapped her hands, her eyes lighting up.

“Oh, you should come! Everyone’ll be there, and you could meet some people—maybe even find a pretty girl and ask her to dance.”

That last part made it sound like she was talking exclusively about herself, and when Alex had glanced up at her, he’d found her ardently eyeing his biceps. So, he’d shrugged and agreed, and told her that he’d pass on the invitation to you.

That’s why he’s here now, trying desperately to avoid Tracy’s eyes when she pulls away from you and looks over to him.

“Alex!” she trills, holding her arms out for a hug as well, and he wants to curse, because of course he has to return the gesture. “You made it!”

“Hullo,” Alex mumbles, feeling a bit awkward when she doesn’t release him as quickly as she should. He purses his lips, glancing at you for help over her shoulder, and you have to stifle a giggle with the palm of your hand.

When she pulls back at last, Alex withdraws into himself, swallowing heavily and shoving his hands into his pockets. Tracy looks at you, ticking off pieces of information from her fingers. “There’s free milkshakes for the ladies, and free beer for the men! You know, opening night and all.”

You nod, smiling. “Sounds perfect. Thanks, Trace.”

“No worries,” she grins, before her eyes zero back in on Alex. “Come with me!” she says, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, “Let’s get you a beer, yeah? Maybe that’ll loosen you up a bit.”

She titters lightly at her own quip, and you lift your eyebrows in amazement—what would it be like if you were as forward as her?

“Oh, I—,” Alex looks at you with panicked eyes, as though he’s simultaneously asking for your permission and begging you to help him out of the situation. You just shrug, trying your best to conceal a smile.

“Yeah, Alex,” you encourage, suppressing a smirk, “Loosen up.”

His eyes harden, and his lips turn down into a scowl at your betrayal. Tracy’s attention is already somewhere else as she tugs him along, and you allow yourself to release a small giggle. Eventually, Alex has to turn around to watch where he’s stepping, but that doesn’t stop him from shooting you one last look over his shoulder. Once he’s out of sight, you’re able to let out a loud, unrestrained laugh.

You peer around at the other people mingling in the diner, a content sigh leaving your lips.

A free milkshake sounds nice.

~*~

Two hours have passed, and you’re not exactly having a great time.

At first, watching Alex struggle with Tracy had been hilarious. You’d enjoyed observing him from afar and seeing how he really tried to avoid her even as she clung unyieldingly onto his arm. But now, after she’s gotten him to chug down two beers, he’s definitely loosened up.

They’re on the dance floor, and he’s twirling her to the beat of a bubbly song. You watch as she laughs, and he cracks a small smile, pulling her in closer and gripping her hand tightly as they dance.

Your stomach clenches grossly—he’d held you that same way last night.

You frown, turning back to your third milkshake of the night. Your fingers guide the straw into your mouth, and you slurp down the frothy drink, trying not to let your jealousy blaze out of control. You’d told him that the two of you couldn’t be seen together, hadn’t you? It makes perfect sense that he’s out there, having a good time and pretending to sweep another girl off her feet.

The more you stare at them, though, the less convinced you are that he’s faking it.

You sigh, twirling your straw absentmindedly through the whipped cream that’s mounted on top of your milkshake. Fuck.

You hate that this is getting to you. You hate that you’re so pathetically insecure, and that you assume Alex is going to abandon you and pick up the next pretty girl to stumble into his path. He’ll go for someone who’s got more experience—he seems like the type to enjoy a lady who knows what she’s doing. Someone who’s forward, just like him. Someone who’ll let him touch her without trembling ludicrously beneath his palms. Someone who won’t make him wait weeks just to fucking kiss her—

“Y/N?”

You whip around, and your vision goes blurry for a moment. Quickly, you blink away the imprecision, and your eyes focus on the man who’d uttered your name.

“Max?” you gasp, your face splitting into a smile. You hop off of the high barstool you’re perched upon, stumbling forward and throwing your arms around his neck.

“Hi!” you say against his shoulder, squeezing him firmly, “How are you?”

“Good.” Max smiles when you pull back, and you usher him into occupying the stool next to you. You settle back down, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger as you await his next words.

“How are you?” Max asks, his deep brown eyes boring into your face, “’S been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Nearly three years,” you agree, nodding solemnly, and then you accuse, “You sort of just fell off the face of the planet!”

“Did not!” Max scoffs in mock-offense, putting a hand on his heart. You laugh loudly as he continues, “Just went off to France for a little while, that’s all. My father has a place in Marseille—right on the beach, actually.”

“That sounds so nice,” you sigh, placing your chin on your palm, “I’ll bet it’s warm, isn’t it? I’d love to go there.”

“You should come visit,” Max suggests, his eyes sparkling as he presents the offer. “We could spend some time together, you know? There’s loads of food, and it’s good, too—the chefs down there really know what they’re doing. I could even teach you how to surf!”

“Max, I—,” you hesitate, biting down on your bottom lip. Max has never been good at hiding his emotions, nor his intentions. He’s always been impulsive and has had a lot of trouble controlling his actions and his words. Even now, you can see the way he puffs out his chest, as well as the arrogant glint in his eyes.

Your thoughts race backwards, remembering how, in your last year of high school, he’d invited you to come over to his house. He’d claimed that he was in desperate need of a study partner (“This chemistry exam is gonna kick my arse, I just know it!”) and you had happily agreed to help him.

All hopes of studying had been dashed when he’d kissed you, shoving his tongue past your lips and groping callously at your bum. You’d pushed him off quickly, squeaking in surprise and gasping when he took a tumble from the couch, landing harshly on his forearm.

You’d sprained his wrist.

But you hadn’t been sorry.

“I’m really busy here,” you lie, training your eyes back on your milkshake. Max leans forward earnestly, running a hand through his sandy hair.

“Oh, c’mon!” he presses, placing his palm flat on your thigh. You jump at the contact, your eyes widening when you feel him drum his fingers over the material of your dress. “It’ll be fun,” he says, and you can tell that he’s trying his damnedest to convince you, “Do you know how many types of fish I’ve seen in the sea? Probably hundreds! And there’s not a single person there with ill intentions.”

Except for one, maybe.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Max opens his mouth, ready to produce even more persuasions, but then a large, warm hand lands on the small of your back, and you flinch in surprise.

“Havin’ fun?” Alex smirks when you look up at him, your eyes wide and alarmed. You relax immediately once you recognize him, the tension melting from your shoulders like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Tracy is nowhere to be seen, and you hate that your stomach overturns haughtily at the realization.

“Yeah,” you say slowly, even though it’s the furthest thing from the truth. “Um, Alex, this is Max,” you start, gesturing to the man sitting in front of you, “He’s an old friend of mine.”

“Nice t’meet you, mate,” Alex nods, reaching forward and grasping Max’s hand firmly. Max cocks an eyebrow when Alex practically crushes his fingers in the grip.

“You too,” he says curtly, before he’s turning back to face you. It’s really, truly rude, and you try to conceal the astonished look on your face.

“Anyways,” Max clears his throat, “I really think you’d like it there, Y/N. The water’s beautiful, and I’ve got staff at my place who’ll wait on you hand and foot, so you won’t have to worry about—”

“’S goin’ on?” Alex brows knit together.

You look up at him, swallowing heavily.

“Max was just telling me about his house in Marseille. He wants me to visit, but I told him that I’m way too busy here at home.”

The wrinkles on Alex’s forehead dissipate, and his shoulders fall as relief washes over him. “Oh,” he says, the tone of his voice a bit more casual than before. He chuckles, shooting Max a helpless look. “Well, y’heard her, mate. A busy bee, this one.” He tilts his head towards you as he references your words.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Max questions bluntly, and your lips part at the irritability lacing his words. You see Alex’s mouth curve down into a slight frown, and you jump in before he can reply.

“This is Alex,” you say hastily, your hand subconsciously finding the crook of Alex’s arm. You squeeze tightly, hoping to soothe the obvious temper that’s warping his features. “He’s Tommy’s friend. They came back together from Dunkirk.”

“Oh, you lot,” Max mutters. Alex’s eyes narrow, and you stiffen.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” he asks, trying to keep his voice levelled. Max just shrugs, pushing his hair out of his face and grimacing offhandedly.

“It’s just, well—a lot of good you all did,” he gripes, gesturing arbitrarily with his hands, “We had to come save you, isn’t that right?”

Alex is visibly shaking beside you now, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his hands ball up into fists. His knuckles whiten, the bones nearly popping from their sockets. The rest of the patrons in the diner are chatting happily and frolicking amongst each other, completely oblivious to the strained condition of your conversation.

Your fingers dig into Alex’s forearm discreetly, and you slide off of your barstool. “Well,” you say quietly, turning to face Max while placing a pacifying palm onto Alex’s chest, “It was nice seeing you, Max. We’ve got to go.”

With that, you shove past your old “friend” and tug Alex out of the restaurant.

~*~

Alex is seething.

Absolutely, fucking seething.

He wants to run back in there and punch the damn bastard in his smug little face. He wants to break his nose, to pull at his ears, to knock every single pearly, white tooth from his mouth. He wants to hit him until his own knuckles are split and bloody, carrying proof of the conflict.

He wants to, he wants to, he wants to.

But he doesn’t.

You’re pulling him along, rounding the corner of the diner and yanking him into a small alley. The lane is empty and secluded, giving the two of you enough privacy to avoid any curious eyes. Alex is breathing heavily, trying to suppress the anger that’s bubbling up inside of him. You finally stop once you reach the back of the passage, your hands finding the lapels of his jacket and tugging him towards you.

“That fuckin’ git,” Alex snarls, “That cowardly, brainless, foul—”

“I know!” you choke out, your grip tightening on the material of his coat, “I know, Alex, I know, but please—,” you gaze up at him imploringly, “Ignore him, okay? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Fuckin’ cocksucker said—,” Alex starts, but you cut him off.

“I know what he said,” you lament, squeezing your eyes shut, “I know, I know. And he had no right to open his damn mouth, but please, Alex…”

You open your eyes and reach for him, placing a hand on each side of his face. He’s trembling beneath your touch; you steady him and force him to look directly at you.

“It’s bullshit,” you whisper to him, stroking his cheeks soothingly, “Everything he said? It’s all bullshit. And he’s not worth a fight, okay? You’re so much better than that.”

“He fuckin’—,” Alex breaks off, gritting his teeth nastily and glaring down at the ground. You swallow heavily, dropping your hand from his face so that you can lace your fingers with his. You pull him forward as you step back, and you stop only once you feel your shoulders hit the rough brick wall of the building.

“Hey,” you murmur, guiding his hands around your waist, “Look at me, yeah? Look at me.”

Alex’s gaze flicks upwards, his eyes filled with fragments of both rage and sorrow. He scoffs at himself and shakes his head, his arms subconsciously constricting as they circle your hips.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” he mumbles, staring at you sadly.

You purse your lips and blink at him. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” you tell him earnestly, your fingers carding gently through his hair. Your nails scratch comfortingly at the back of his head, and Alex releases a small, satisfied groan, his eyelids drifting shut.

“Look at me,” you remind him quietly, and you hum in gratitude when you’re met once again with the mossy green of his irises. Your teeth latch onto your bottom lip, and you play with a small strand of hair that has begun to curl behind his ear.

“Kiss me,” you tell him, your heart thumping rapidly in your chest. For a moment, you’re afraid that he’ll actually be able to hear the erratic pulse.

Alex surges forward, like the absence of the command had been the only thing holding him back. His lips smear against yours messily, and you wind your arms around his neck as your eyes flutter shut. You can still hear the tune of a song that’s playing inside the diner, but it’s quickly drowned out by the thick, syrupy gasp that Alex produces against your mouth. His hot breath washes out onto your nose and your chin, making your skin crawl with desire.

“Please,” you murmur between soft, smacking kisses, and one of Alex’s hands comes up to rest on the side of your neck. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the contact between you. You squeak quietly when his tongue pokes out and slides tentatively over your bottom lip, but then you’re parting your lips so that you can get even closer to him.

He notices that you taste like chocolate, and your mouth is honeyed from having slurped on multiple milkshakes throughout the night. In his head, he’s berating himself, because he knows that you’re probably tasting the beer that he’d downed earlier this evening, which is nowhere near as sweet.

“Sorry,” he rasps out, pulling away from your lips with a wet noise, “Probably taste like a pint, don’t I? ‘S not very pleasant.”

“No,” you whimper, shaking your head frantically, and guiding him back down to you. You sloppily press your mouth against his, slurring out, “No—it’s good, it’s great, please, just—”

And Alex is speechless, really, because he’s never seen you this weak for it. You’re begging him in between kisses, your words coming out as tiny, breathless mewls and frail hiccups. The noises you make are downright sinful, and very similar to the ones he conjures up when he’s tugging at his cock and imagining that you’re there with him. His pulse accelerates when you pull him closer to you, ensuring that there’s not even an inch of space between your bodies.

“Fuck, slow down, love,” Alex tells you, because he’s genuinely worried that he’ll spill right then and there and make a mess of his trousers.

“Don’t wanna,” you garble, whimpering softly, “Don’t wanna stop—please, just kiss me…”

“Okay, okay, ‘m coming,” Alex soothes. “Jesus,” he mumbles, completely enthralled; he can’t believe it.

He can’t fucking believe it.

He kisses you for what feels like hours, though it really can’t be more than only a few minutes. You’re all around him—the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, and your sweet, breathy gasps echo in his ears. He caresses your hips over your dress, his hands slipping lower so that they rest just above the swell of your bum. You hook one of your calves around the back of his knee, using the leverage to pull him closer. His pelvis fits snugly against yours, and when he applies even the lightest amount of pressure, you keen shamelessly.

“Christ, love,” Alex swears, reluctantly detaching his lips from where they’re melded to yours. Once he catches sight of you, however, he almost wishes he hadn’t.

Your eyes are glossy and glazed over with desire. Your pupils have dilated dramatically, nearly concealing the true colour of your irises. Alex watches your nostrils flare as you inhale sharply, having been deprived of air for far too long. Your lips are swollen and much darker than before, thanks to his passionate, bruising kisses. You bite the inside of your cheek, running a hand through your hair in hopes of taming the untidy strands.

Alex squeezes his eyes shut for only a moment and tries to reign in his cravings—to establish some sense of control over the situation.

“We need t’stop,” he tells you, his voice pained (stopping is the last thing he wants to do, but he knows that you’ll never forgive him if he allows this to escalate).

You blink slowly, and eventually, you’re pulled from your impious daze. Alex strokes your cheek, and you huff shakily, your breathing rattled. Your chest is heaving, and you peer around at your surroundings, processing it all anew.

“I wanna go home,” you mumble quietly. Alex isn’t quite sure whether you’d meant for him to hear the words, but then you look up at him with wide, nervous eyes, and repeat the sentence. “I wanna go home.”

“Okay,” Alex tells you, wrapping you up in his arms. All of his previous rage has dissipated, and as he presses a firm kiss to your forehead, he sends out a quiet prayer of thanks. He nods, his hands running up and down your back delicately.

“Okay,” he restates, his voice soft, “Let’s go home.”

~*~

Alex is sprawled out on the couch later that night, incapable of falling asleep.

He’s been struggling for the last two hours or so, changing his position multiple times and fluffing up his pillow to make it a bit more buoyant. He’d tried to cover himself up completely with the blanket (and then had decided against it—it was too hot); he’d tried to stick one foot out (but had quickly pulled it back in—it made him feel too exposed). Eventually, he’d just flopped down onto his back, staring up defeatedly at the ceiling.

He’s been settled like that for twenty minutes now.

He just wants to relax—to be pulled under by the weight of his eyelids and the heaviness of his limbs—but his mind is racing. No matter how much he wishes to forget about what that stupid fucking prick had said, he can’t. The words resonate in his ears, and it’s almost like he’s back at the diner, hearing them being spoken out loud.

A lot of good you all did.

The denigration had hit a nerve—struck a chord deep within him, an insecurity of which he hadn’t been aware.

We had to come save you, isn’t that right?

Alex grits his teeth. Fuck Max. Fuck him and his damn house on the beach. Fuck him and the fact that he’d probably been sipping cocktails on the sand while Alex had been on the other side of the country, cowering in fear as bombs dropped continuously from the sky. Fuck him and the fact that he’d probably been sleeping soundly in his bed while Alex had been fleeing from multiple sinking ships.

His throat is tight as he remembers every detail of his time in France, and how it had been nothing like what Max had experienced under the sunny skies of Marseille.

Fuck him. Just fuck him.

A loud creak reverberates through the air, and Alex’s head snaps to the side as he sits up abruptly. His heart pounds erratically in his chest as a rush of adrenaline scatters through his veins, and he holds his breath in panic.

Half of your body appears as you peek into the lounge, your hand steadying on the doorway of the room. Alex exhales heavily, and his shoulders drop as relief floods through him.

Was it ever going to go away?

The rest of your torso appears as you make your way into the living room. Alex moves gingerly, sliding his legs out from underneath the blanket and turning towards you. His feet land soundly on the floor, and he spreads his knees apart as you approach him.

He watches you intently when you slip in between his legs and chew on your bottom lip nervously. You look like you haven’t been able to fall asleep either—your hair is messy, and your eyes are slightly bloodshot. Your cheeks are a bit puffy, like you’ve been crying, and when you reach for him, he notices that your hands are shaking.

You interlock your fingers with his before bringing them up to your face. Alex is about to interrogate you, to make sure that you’re alright, but then you press a hard kiss to the knuckles on each of his hands, and his voice betrays him. You inhale deeply, like you’ve been deprived of oxygen for hours, and then you step back, giving a faint tug.

“Come with me.”

The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible. Alex almost wonders if he’d imagined them, but then you pull lightly on him again, and he obeys without a second thought.

He’d follow you straight into Hell, if you were to ask.

You’re leading him out of the living room and towards the stairs. Alex swallows violently when you begin to climb up, and you squeeze his hands in reassurance. He can’t help but to watch the way your hair falls around your shoulders, and how the fabric of your nightgown creases along your back with each step. The two of you ascend quietly, making sure to stay light on your toes to avoid potentially squeaky footfalls.

You reach the top of the stairs, and you wordlessly guide Alex down the hall. He’s pretty sure he stops breathing when he sees you advancing towards your bedroom.

The door is slightly ajar, and you release one of Alex’s hands so that you can tilt it open quietly. He can hear his pulse in his ears, now, and his hands are slightly clammy when you tug him past the threshold.

He’s only ever been in your room once before, and during that visit, he hadn’t exactly paused to look around.

Your bed is pressed snugly against the wall. The duvet is messy, as though you’d been tossing around before having finally come down to find him. Alex notes the tall dresser standing proudly off in the corner, and the large mirror that hangs from the wall to his right. Gray moonlight streams in from your window, which is completely exposed due to the pale curtains that you’ve shoved out of the way.

And there are pictures. Loads of pictures.

He knows that he could stand there for hours and inspect every single frame. He could find you in nearly every photo, examining the way your lips curve up into beaming grins and tracing the crinkles that form by your eyes. He could probably—if he was given enough time—organize each picture so that they stood in chronological order.

But then you’re turning around and stepping towards him, and all thoughts of frames and portraits flee from his mind.

“I want—,” you start, your voice trembling, “I need—”

And then your hands are at his waist, rucking up the soft material of his t-shirt and leaving a searing path against his sides. Alex acts without thinking, capturing your wrists and holding onto them tightly. A faint gasp leaves your lips as you stare up at him through your eyelashes, confusion written all over your face.

“Are yeh sure?” Alex breathes, his thumbs idly stroking the soft skin of your palms. “Are yeh sure, love? Can’t go back once it’s done.”

“I’m sure.” The words tumble from your lips as a breathless whisper. “Yeah, yes, I’m sure. I just wanna—please, I just need—”

“Okay, okay,” Alex soothes, stepping forward and eliminating the remaining space between you. His hands find your face, and then he’s guiding you up to meet him, his lips sealing against yours. You sigh happily into his mouth, your fingers wrapping around the fabric of his shirt and squeezing it tightly in your fists.

His lips move against yours languidly, and one of his hands slips from your face, curling around the nape of your neck so that he can keep you steady. His middle finger rubs the skin on the side of your throat, and you mewl quietly at the sensation. Your knees feel like they’re about to give out, and you can feel your stomach bubbling with anxiety and excitement.

Your hands are moving of their own accord, embarking upon their previous mission to rid him of his top. This time, Alex doesn’t try to stop you, instead lifting his arms up and disconnecting his lips from yours for only a second. He waits patiently as you fumble, smirking when the material of his shirt conceals his face. After a few, long seconds, your shaky hands are dropping the fabric to the floor. Alex tries to wipe the smile from his face, but you catch him when your gaze drifts back up.

“Stop it,” you mumble bashfully, your shoulders hunching as you try to curl in on yourself. Alex just chuckles and shakes his head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry, love. Can’t help it—jus’ so damn cute.”

Heat races up your spine, and you refuse to meet his eyes, instead busying yourself with his body. You eye his tanned skin and the way that it fits so smoothly over his pectorals. His stomach is flat, and his chest is toned, making your mouth water. Instinctively, you bring one of your hands to his left shoulder, tracing circles along the bone. Alex’s throat bobs heavily when your fingers slip lower, running along his collarbone and then his sternum.

“This is okay, right?” you ask, peering up at him shyly.

He nods quickly, exhaling through his nose. “Yeah, yes—fuck, ’s more than okay.”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile. Alex stiffens when the nail of your index finger circles his left nipple, and you watch in awe as the bud hardens. His skin has pebbled beneath your touch, goosebumps exploding over his arms and his chest. You hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the place where his heart is thumping wildly below his ribs.

Alex knocks your hand away, then, and you look up at him in surprise, because you hadn’t finished exploring. He just grips your fingers tightly, though, and brings them up to his lips so that he can smear his mouth against your knuckles.

“Promise I’ll let yeh have your fun next time,” he swears to you, his voice a mere whisper. You gulp and nod, because apparently, he’s anticipating a next time.

Alex ducks forward to kiss you again, but instead of placing his hands at your jaw (it seems to be his favourite place to hold you), his fingers fumble with the column of buttons lining the front of your nightgown. You gasp loudly against his lips, and he shushes you as he thumbs open the first clasp lying a few inches below your collarbones.

“You’re sure, right?” he asks again, and you nod feverishly, your mouth sliding against his sloppily. Your own hands come up as you scramble to help him, exhaling unsteadily against his chin.

Once he’s finally unfastened the last button, his breath catches in his throat. You take it upon yourself to push the fabric from your body, gazing up at him shyly as the garment slips down your shoulders, your arms, and finally, falls to the floor in an airy heap.

Alex merely stares at you, unable to say anything. He can’t speak, he can’t move, he can’t think—all because you’re not wearing a damn bra.

Your nipples pebble as they become exposed to the cool air of the room. Alex can’t tear his eyes away from your chest—he’s acting crassly, he knows, but he can’t help himself. Here you are, standing before him wearing nothing but a plain pair of white panties, biting your lip apprehensively and wanting him.

It’s a literal dream come true (he can’t control the fantasies cooked up by his subconscious, okay?), and he’s afraid that any second now, he’s going to wake up.

But then your trembling hands reach for his own, and you lace your fingers together. You retreat towards your bed, and Alex follows you eagerly. He expects you to climb up onto the mattress and wait for him to join, but—as always—you surprise him.

Once your knees hit the edge of the bed, you plop down without a sound, tugging Alex closer to you. He inhales sharply when you release his hands and instead catch his hips, holding onto them tightly.

You peer up at him through your eyelashes as you lean forward, pressing hot kisses to his abdomen. Alex nearly chokes on his own spit. His cock plumps up at the contact, beginning to harden in his pajama pants, and you watch in awe as the material starts to tent slightly.

“F-Fuckin’ hell,” Alex stammers, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. Your right-hand slides down from his hip, and you brush your fingertips against his bulge gently, your eyes wide in naïve wonder.

“’S enough,” Alex croaks out, but you don’t acknowledge him. You bow down, smoothing your lips against the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his striped pajamas. Alex grunts, twining his hand through your hair and giving a faint tug. You whine when you feel him pull at your roots, but the pain is dull, dizzying, and delightful.

“I said ’s enough,” Alex grunts, glaring down at you. He’s truly afraid that if you keep it up, he’ll cum in his pants. It’s been so long since he’s had someone else take care of his cock, and the realization that you’re the one who’s sitting before him and thumbing at his prick only spurs him on.

You pout at him, and Alex lifts his chin, his next words coming out as a deep command. “Ge’ on the bed.”

“I already am,” you tease, smirking up at him playfully. Alex pulls again at your hair, the action packed with a bit more force. Your lips part as your eyes roll back into your head, and a weak whimper echoes in the back of your throat.

“’S much as I love seein’ your bratty side, minx,” Alex starts, lowering you down onto the bed. You scramble towards the top of the mattress as he knees his way onto the untidy duvet. Alex grins deviously at you, throwing one of his legs over your hips so that he’s got you trapped underneath him. His right palm lands on your sternum, fingers splayed out right beneath your throat. “Kinda had somethin’ else that I wanted t’do.”

He can’t help but to stare at the way your breasts rise and fall rapidly, and his cock lurches in his pants when he drags his hand down your body. His fingertips tickle the valley of your chest, the soft skin of your stomach, and then he shifts down your legs so that he can splay his palm flat against the front of your cotton panties.

“’S cute,” Alex chuckles, nudging the plain bow that rests on the waistband of your underwear. Your stomach is swelling and deflating with each heavy breath, and you’re sure that your skin is hot to the touch. Alex’s hand slips a bit lower, and he swears feebly when he caresses the drenched material that covers your cunt.

“You’re soaked, love!” he exclaims quietly, his eyes wide as he spreads you apart. You gulp, allowing him to maneuver you however he’d like. Alex kneels in between your legs, a hand on the underside of each thigh to keep them separated.

“Y’smell so good,” he groans, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the elastic of your panties. His nostrils flare hungrily, and then he’s shuffling around so that he can rest flat on his stomach. He winds his arms around your thighs and places his hands on your tummy, his fingers hooking into your underwear absentmindedly.

“Gonna give it t’me?” Alex asks, his voice a mere whisper, “Gonna let me have my treat?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, fighting to keep your eyes open. Alex snickers quietly, littering wet kisses along the inside of your thighs. You twitch when he finally begins to tug your panties down your legs, the material passing over your thighs, then your knees, then your shins. Once the cloth reaches your ankles, you kick it off brusquely and watch it disappear into the darkness of your room.

Alex grins at your eagerness before settling into his previous position. He eyes your glistening folds; his pupils conceal nearly all the green in his irises. When he looks back up at you, you can feel the desire radiating from his body. He tilts his head to the side, rubbing soft circles into your hipbones.

“First time, yeah?”

Your voice catches in your throat, so you just nod. Alex returns the gesture before peering back down at your centre. You wish—more than anything—that you could close your legs. The way he stares at you makes you want to whine and curl up into a ball.

But then Alex leans forward, burying his nose into the tuft of hair at the apex of your thighs, and says, “Gonna make it good for yeh then. Gonna make y’feel so good.”

You gasp when he shoves his face into your cunt, his tongue licking a broad stripe up the length of your folds. Alex hums happily, like he’s been starving for days and the only thing he’ll ever get to taste is you. He burrows even deeper between your thighs, pressing his whole mouth against you and licking into you like you’re his last meal.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, pulling back for a moment to gaze up at you. His mouth and chin are shining in the moonlight, and his eyes are glittering gleefully. On cue, his tongue pokes out to lick along his lips, and his eyelids drift shut in bliss for only a moment.

“Taste so bloody good,” Alex praises, his voice low. “Could eat yeh for the rest o’ my life, darling.”

“Stop,” you breathe, the order being the first word to leave your mouth in minutes, “God, Alex, stop that. You—you’re getting me all—”

“Riling you up, aren’t I?” Alex grins widely, and his left eye drops into a wink. “’S okay, love, ’s a good thing. Tells me that I’m doin’ a good job.”

With that, he dives back in. Your back arches off the bed when he takes your clit in between his lips and sucks fiercely. An abrupt yelp leaves your lips, and your eyes widen as you slap one of your hands against your mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet,” Alex mumbles distractedly, because he honestly couldn’t care less at this point. He’s got you naked and writhing underneath him, and he doesn’t give a shit anymore—let them see. Let them all see how good he makes you feel.

Your father would probably shoot him without a moment’s hesitation, and Alex would let him—after he’s made you cum. He needs to see the face you make, needs to hear the mewls that spill from your lips, needs to feel the way your thighs shake around his head.

Once he’s experienced that, he’ll accept whatever tragic end fate has in store for him.

You’ve got one hand draped across your mouth, and the other is gripping the hair on Alex’s head. You gasp and yank at the tendrils, your fingers braiding through the curls roughly. The sensation makes Alex moan into your cunt, and you feel your chest tighten victoriously—so you’re not the only one who likes to have your hair pulled.

Alex continues to pluck skilfully at your folds, alternating between long licks and short, forceful sucks to your clit. Your lips part in a silent gasp when his tongue circles around your entrance, gathering the slick that’s accumulated there. He hums eagerly before slipping the muscle inside, probing at your silky walls. Your legs are positively shaking, and your abdomen is clenching spastically with each breath.

“Alex,” you hiss, feeling heat pool in your stomach, “Alex, I feel—”

“’S nice, yeah?” he asks, his nose pressing against the swollen bulb of your clit. “’S it burning properly? Feelin’ a bit tingly right there, hmm?”

He lays a hand flat on your tummy to emphasize his words. You inhale sharply and give a frantic nod, your eyes blown out with lust. Alex is still going, curling his tongue inside of you and stretching it as far as it can go. He knows that he can make you lose your mind—he’s just got to find that special place in your cunt that’ll have you seeing stars.

It’s when the tip of his tongue brushes a particularly spongey spot—and when you cry out loudly against your palm—that he knows he’s got it. He continues to stroke the area, and his thumb finds your clit so that he can rub small circles against you. Moments later, you’re falling apart beneath him, your thighs clamping tightly against his ears and your muscles quaking madly.

Alex coaxes you through your high, licking happily at your folds with closed eyes and a small smile on his face. Wet, breathy sobs fall from your lips, and he suddenly realizes that he wants to hear those sounds on a loop for the rest of his life.

He continues to rub his tongue languidly against your folds, cleaning you up with soft slurping sounds and gentle touches. He stops only when you release a quiet whine and push at his head, trying to close your legs.

“Sensitive,” you whine, and though he smirks, he respects your wishes.

He draws meaningless squiggles on your thighs while he waits for you to catch your breath. You inhale deeply, squeezing your eyes shut to try and regain your bearings. Some of your muscles are still throbbing with the aftereffects of your orgasm, but the sensation is pleasant and wheedles faint tingles up your spine.

When Alex groans and presses his hips against the bed, you remember that he’s still very hard and probably leaking into his pants. You run your fingers through his hair, pleading with him to look up at you. He does, and then you’re tugging him up and urging him to pull down his pajamas.

You plunge your hand into his bottoms, and Alex buries his face into your neck when your fingers wrap firmly around his cock. His hips jut forward against your hand, and you make a fist, slowly beginning to pump his prick. You bite on your lip, because you truly have no clue what you’re doing, but Alex seems to be enjoying it.

He’s grunting and whining into your neck, the pitches of each sound so dramatically different from each other. The position is awkward—he’s sort of leaning over you, but his body isn’t completely shielding your own. You thumb at the tip of his cock while your other hand works at tugging his pajamas down. The material becomes stuck at his thighs (they’re thick and wide, and you honestly wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of them), but it’s enough for his prick to bob out, completely exposed.

Alex hisses when the nippy air strokes his cock, but your hand is warm, and your body is even warmer, so he presses himself against your side as you continue to touch him. You deliver a steady yet tender kiss to the side of his head, and your voice is small and tentative when you utter the words.

“Cum, please.”

And then he’s groaning loudly, shoving his face against your throat and biting down on the soft skin to keep his noises contained. You watch in amazement as his cock jerks against your hand. A second later, strong ribbons of a milky white substance are spurting out onto your stomach.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Alex whimpers against your neck, his arms quivering with the strength to keep himself upright. Eventually, his limbs give out, and he slumps against your side, one of his legs thrown carelessly over yours.

Alex’s chest puffs out radically against you, his pectorals brushing the side of your chest with each viscous gasp. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to believe what’s just happened.

His cum is sticky on your stomach, and you peer down, your fingers reflexively dipping into the foreign substance. Alex watches with wide eyes as you bring the coated digits to your mouth and lick tentatively at his release. After a moment, you sink your entire finger past your lips—Alex squeezes his eyes shut and wheezes in pain.

“Christ, love,” he pants, his body feeling like jelly, “Don’ do that. Might get hard again.”

“Really?” you ask, your eyes as large as saucers when you peer over at him. Alex chokes on a raspy laugh, forcing his own eyes open so that he can study your face.

Your hair is a mess, and your cheeks are still slightly puffy (but this time, it’s for a completely different reason). You’re glowing, really, looking freshly-fucked even though Alex hasn’t gotten his cock anywhere near your cunt.

He wants to, though. Fuck, he wants to.

He reaches out so that he can cup your cheek in his large hand. You inhale deeply when his thumb begins to pet your skin softly, and then you offer him a small, satisfied smile. He chuckles, craning his neck so that he can slide his lips against yours, and you hum happily into his mouth.

He cleans you up afterwards, hoisting his pants back onto his hips and sneaking out into the hall to fetch a wet washcloth from the bathroom. You’re unable to keep the smile from your face as he silently wipes up the cum on your stomach, and he snickers when he notices that you’re staring at him.

He helps you back into your nightgown, buttoning up the first few clasps of the garment per your request. He’s cheeky (“Y’sure, love? Could just leave it undone and gimme a nice view for the rest o’ the night.”), and you roll your eyes teasingly at his suggestiveness.

You fall asleep before he does, cuddled against his bare chest with one leg slung over his hip. Alex swallows heavily as he studies your peaceful features, his fingers running softly through your hair.

He loves you, he truly does. He’s just not quite sure if he should tell you. He thinks that he might do it tomorrow morning, confessing his feelings as the sunlight streams through the window and bathes you in an angelic glow. He can see himself breaking the news to you, then, while your body snuggles into his and your eyes gleam with joy.

He nods subconsciously to himself. He’s going to do it. He’s going to tell you that he loves you. He’ll utter the words tomorrow once the two of you are roused from your sleep, and then he’ll kiss you like he can’t bear to stop, and it’ll be wonderful—the perfect morning.

That perfect morning never comes.

~*~

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jungnoir · 7 years ago

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just to continue off of that yukhei head canon, jungwoo as a florist or part of the school gardening club? thank you :) (also love u so much this is the shy anon who thinks ur ethereal but can not show her love as well as she wants to❤️🌹)

(jungwoo requester) also i’m sorry i never specified what i wanted it as but tbh anything you’d like to do because you’re amazing and i have full trust no matter what you do:)❤️

a/n: here you go!! my dumb self accidentally lost the first half of this yesterday so i tried to recreate the magic as much as possible. and ok!!! i was super excited to get going on this when i got this message!! i love you too omg and dw!! i’ll make these headcanons to keep up with the bad boy!yukhei ones. I hope you enjoy~ the bad boy!yukhei headcanons in question are here. also, i’ll stop blabbering soon, but i recommend listening to this song when you read this :)

jungwoo got into gardening because of his parents influencing him from a young age

jungwoo’s parents were v v much crazy about nature and grew up in the countryside, so when they moved closer to the city, they severely missed having all that open space and being surrounded by green

no matter where jungwoo’s family lived, they always had a garden and they always employed jungwoo’s help

whether he was carrying tiny potfuls of dirt across the yard or whether he was watering the plants, he was always doing something with his parents out there

as he got older, he started doing more heavy labor

in fact, by the time he was thirteen, he could tell a farmer a thing or two about a thing or two ok ok

also by thirteen, his parents gave jungwoo a small section of the backyard where he could start his own garden

while he loved to plant flowers, he also liked to plant veggies and herbs and the like

he has this cute little aloe vera plant that has gotten quite big recently (!)

he makes a lot of homemade remedies and things

now, being best friends with bad boy!yukhei, he also knows a variety of plants that can be used to treat cuts, burn, bruises, you name it

sometimes yukhei just shows up at jungwoo’s door and his parents are like “jungwoo!! he got hurt again!!”

and jungwoo just quietly leads yukhei into the bathroom, sits him down on the toilet and has a lil upset expression on his face as he treats yukhei’s scraped knuckles with salves that he made himself for things,,, just like this,,, cause goddamn it wong yukhei u are a mess

it doesn’t happen as often seeing as yukhei is like. Large and scares most contenders off pretty easily with his words and those thick eyebrows but sometimes a dude gets a lil brave every now and then and yukhei has to show ‘em a thing or two

yukhei always likes to be cute tho, just to convince jungwoo not 2 be mad

yukhei: u kno,,, jungwoo, ur my best friend :)

jungwoo: unfortunately

yukhei: whenever u help me out like this i just think abt how like,, u and me? we’re an iconic duo u kno???

jungwoo: what

yukhei: ur like the village mage and i’m the humble but emotionally motivated warrior protagonist u kno

jungwoo: yukhei i don’t know what you’re trying to SAY

yukhei is kinda mad that jungwoo doesn’t appreciate his analogies but i mean,,, it’s Fine that’s just the problem with being best friends with the village mage and not sidekick #1

even tho jungwoo acts absolutely exasperated with yukhei and yukhei loves to tease the eldest, they’re both fiercely protective of each other

like yeh yukhei will avoid abt 95% of the fights that ppl try to start with him bc all he has to do is buck up and ppl run but like?? one time a fool came up to him and started talking shit about jungwoo’s gentle persona and long story short yukhei was almost expelled and that aforementioned fool switched schools the following week

Nobody Disrespects Jungwoo In Yukhei’s House

and while jungwoo is definitely not the fighting type (he much prefers using his words to get his points across), he also has done a lot of research and has access to several recipes for poison so like don’t fuck with yukhei is what i’m trying to say

don’t ask why he has those just don’t fuck with yukhei and u won’t have to worry about it

anywho :)

it wasn’t until jungwoo started his first year at school that he realized that he’d always,, gardened by himself

and it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his solitude!! it was just that he’d never really realized that he wanted to share his hobby with anyone until he got to high school

even tho yukhei was his best friend, they clearly didn’t share the same hobbies as yukhei would rather rot inside all day than go outside and “let the sun cook me from the inside out while doing physical labor”

and even though his parents gardened, they didn’t do it as often anymore

so!!! lil jungwoo just decides to pitch his idea to the school about starting a gardening club

at first, there’s only jungwoo so the school isn’t totally sure they should even bother but then jungwoo brings along a few friends who are interested in joining and they let it be

and the club absolutely flourishes over the next four years

it rapidly collects members of all types and backgrounds, people who lived in rural areas and people who had been at their closest to plants in a flower shop

jungwoo is just so bright and friendly and sweet that a lot of ppl join when he asks despite not knowing a thing about gardening

and by the time jungwoo is about to graduate, he’s got such a following and ppl who are just as passionate as him who want to take over when he heads off to college (yukhei told him he better take a gap year so they could go into college as freshmen together but that choice was still pending oops)

the school had seen how passionate they all were so early on and decided to devote a part of the land at the school to the club to do with as they wished, so jungwoo had the great idea of creating a mini garden paradise

they all pitch in to decorate the garden so it has a beautiful stone walkway with trees that line it and flowers planted all around. benches are placed every couple of feet and it is the Perfect place for students to come whenever they feel particularly stressed during the end of the school year and need somewhere that’s just not hectic

the cool thing about this lil garden is that on holidays, they dress it up!!

so for the christmas eve, they string lights through the trees and hang ornaments on them while the school choir sings carols the whole night

and on valentine’s day, they also string lights through the trees but add little foam red and pink hearts to hang from the branches and on each heart, you can buy one and write a name of someone you love

it can be your family members, your best friend, a crush, or your significant other

it can even be ur cat!!!

(jeno has been doing this for the last three years and we’re honestly all concerned he loves nothing else)

the cool thing about these hearts is that you can either write the name of who you love anonymously and hang it on the tree (and whose ever name you wrote gets to take the heart home with them if they’d like) OR you can sign it ;)))

the tradition is, if you sign the heart and that person finds it and brings it to you, that means they accept your confession

despite jungwoo being the key organizer of this v-day event, he’s never participated

however

that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been confessed to more than a dozen times

when his mom saw how many he’d brought home with him since sophomore year she asked him if she could make a collage and hang it up in his room but he was like mom!!! no!!!! that’s lame

so he keeps them all in a shoe box under his bed

and when he feels a little down or ignored, he’ll pull the box out and remember that some people out there like him a lot

there were all unsigned, but sometimes jungwoo would wish that one of them would be signed at least

part of him would feel himself grow expectant every time someone came to his table to get a heart and he’d wonder “is that one of them?” “will they do it again this year?” “is this the year they sign it?”

the other members would often joke with him abt how his eyes would light up when someone would buy one and would always fidget a lil as he thought about all the possibilities

you had joined jungwoo’s gardening club your second year when your counselors started encouraging you to join clubs to meet people

honestly, there were a lot of strange clubs around

you had almost joined the gaming club but then you found out about this school gardening club, and something abt it just,, called to u

your first time you went, you found a piece of paper crudely taped to the door of the classroom they were supposed to meet up in and all it said was “outside”

so, you went outside

and sure enough, in the back of the school in the large expanse of land back there, you found a bunch of students near this garden all crouched down and doing… Something

you made your way over, a little confused, and tapped the shoulder of the person nearest you

they have a huge ass sun hat on so when they turn around, you weren’t really expecting such a,, good looking guy,,, oh. hm

jungwoo narrows his eyes at you, but it’s only bc he has to look up and the sun is getting into his eyes “hello! can i help you?” he asks cheerily, pushing himself up from the ground and clapping the dirt off his gloves

he’s much taller than you expected, so you step back a little and try to remember what u had even came all this way to do in the first place lol

“ah! uh… this is the gardening club, right?”

jungwoo was smiling before, but now he grins so wide that his front two teeth resemble bunny teeth

cuteeeeee

“it sure is~ i’m jungwoo, the head of the club. did you want to join? i promise, you’ll have a lot of fun” he promises this to you and you absentmindedly think that even if he tried to sell you rat poison under the premise it was candy, you would believe him

but this club is rlly candy in this case bc once you’ve told him your name and joined, you find that it’s so much more fun than you had expected

you had really just wanted to be able to tell your counselors you were into something but now,, now u were really passionate about this

something about how jungwoo ran the club made you so interested in gardening

he taught you the basics from the ground up, but it wasn’t super hard???

he was always very simple and forward with what you needed to do, so you had v lil chance of messing up

he was also v friendly and was constantly asking questions abt your life

he always sounded so interested!!! even in the lil things

like what was your last class of the day? what flower appealed to you the most?

he helped you plant your first “honorary” flower as a member of the club

on the walkway, each member gets a flower to take care of up until graduation, after which then the other members will keep it alive to remember them and their contributions to the club

jungwoo just has a lot of sappy cute traditions ok

he tells you that you can plant anything, so you choose the flower you like most and he tells you you can plant it right next to his

even tho… there’s tons of space…. jungwoo…… it doesn’t have to be…. next to yours

this also means that when you all go out to check on the garden, you have to stand right next to him to check on your flower

your knees touch his as you water them together, make sure they’re getting enough light, etc

he always loves to talk to you about the flowers

honestly sometimes he just chatters and chatters and you’ve noticed over time that it’s a nervous habit of his

it was,,, rlly cute

since it was fall when you joined, jungwoo informed you that it was important to care for the flowers so that they wouldn’t be too affected by the weather change

you remembered one cloudy october day when the club couldn’t meet bc of the expected rain storm that evening

you had been about ready to head home for the day when you saw something strange through the windows, where the garden was

there, you could see a very frustrated jungwoo trying to set up tarps over the garden to protect them from the harsh weather

he hadn’t quite gotten it set up right

it was supposed to stand like a small tent over the flowers that weren’t covered by the trees, but it kept slipping off the middle post

rushing out to the patio, you drop your backpack next to the back door and sprint over to help jungwoo steady it

he’s surprised you’re there, but smiles appreciatively and gets back to work hammering it in the ground on the other side

“thanks,,, i honestly thought i could do this myself but i guess not” he rubs the back of his neck and laughs shyly

you just chuckle, “i saw you struggling and couldn’t help but come over”

jungwoo clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “where would i be without you, (y/n)?”

you bite your lip and look away before he can see how flustered that comment alone makes you

somewhere along the way, he’s gotten the tarp set up correctly, so he’s just about ready to call it a day when all of a sudden,,, it starts beating down rain

Hard

jungwoo, in surprise, grabs an extra tarp he’d taken and throws it over his shoulders before coming over to you and handing you the other side

all he tells you is to “run!” and you just start sprinting toward the cover of the trees because it’s the closest thing to you

and,,, you’re standing awfully close to each other

you don’t register jungwoo is laughing until he unknowingly presses his chest against your shoulder, the vibrations from his laughter shocking you out of your concentrated stare on the crazy rain that forced the sky to be dressed in a dreary grey

you look up at jungwoo and find him grinning at you, “why’d you run this way and not toward the school?”

the rain is beating against the tarp despite the tree cover, but it’s not nearly as much like it is out on the open grass

“oh,,, uh,,, well it was closer and.,,, uh,,,”

yeh no u can’t even find the logic in your choice

but jungwoo doesn’t seem so bothered by it

he looks around the garden and sighs, “i’m glad you came to help me when you did… otherwise the flowers would be in trouble”

you just nod, trying not to focus on how warm his skin is against your own

he suddenly crouches down so you’re uneven and you blink at him, “jungwoo, what are you doing?”

“do you wanna run out there again?”

“uh,, not right now, no”

“then let’s just sit here and watch the rain. it looks really nice like this”

to be honest, you couldn’t see how pretty it could really be sitting outside in the rain, but he was also holding one half of the tarp and it wasn’t like you could really leave him like that,,, so u sit down

you both have to cross your legs so the rain won’t get you wet, and while you’re both sitting on the walkway and looking out as thunder rumbles and flashes of lightning show in the distance, jungwoo says very softly “most people don’t like this kind of weather because it’s wet and cold and disruptive… but i find it kind of peaceful. even though it isn’t very nice for my garden, i still like it in a way. it’s like the world telling you to stay in for the day and rest”

you look over at him once more, but he’s focused on the sky, eyes alight with the same kind of admiration that he has for his flowers

he looks captivating

you smile almost instinctively, “a gardener who likes gloomy weather?”

he chuckles, meeting your eyes, “if you know plants, you know that they don’t just need sunshine all the time. they also need rain. you come to appreciate both and set up protection when needed. kinda like people… though it takes us longer to realize that for ourselves in comparison to plants.”

you’re not sure what to say after that, so instead, you scoot minutely closer to him and start to look at the rain through the same rose-colored glasses that he does

you don’t realize how long you’ve stayed out there with him until one of the teachers leaving for the day catches sight of you both and tells you to come inside before it gets too late and the storm picks up more

reluctantly, you walk with jungwoo until you get under the patio and its overhead roof, and when you grab your phone out of your bag, you find that you’ve got quite a few missed calls from your parents

“i really should go, my parents are probably pissed i missed their calls” “ok!! i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

he lets the tarp fall, and his hair is a little mussed from the rain that got on him before you both found shelter

his skin is dewy from the humidity

but he looks just as handsome as he did the first day you met

“yeah… tomorrow… hopefully we don’t get caught in the rain again” you joke

jungwoo suddenly turns bashful, “i… wouldn’t really mind”

that’s probably the day you fell for him tbh

you kept your feelings mainly to yourself, and when you found out about the valentine’s tradition, you thought that maybe,,, maybe you could just get those feelings out and be free of them

so you made your own heart instead of buying the ones you guys were selling and put it up on a random tree when you were sure jungwoo wouldn’t see

only, ,, you had expected to be the only one

it turned out that when you and some of your friends went walking through the garden to see if anyone left any for you, you found the trees decorated with so many other hearts that had jungwoo’s name

yours was the only one that was different

before you could go back and snatch it down however, jungwoo had already found it

“why’s this one look different?” you’d heard him ask his friend yukhei, who had begrudgingly tagged along

“idk dude, maybe they wanted to be special. you’ve got like a thousand fans around this school u know”

you don’t know why your heart felt so,,, pained when you heard that

after all, you just wanted to “confess” and get it out of your system in some way so you could move on

why would you care so much that other ppl liked him too? you couldn’t control that!!

however, you went home with a few hearts that your friends had left for you and decided that you would just leave it at that. the next day at school would be as normal, and you would start getting over your crush on kim jungwoo

except,,, it didn’t happen that way

if anything, the years that dragged on only made you more in love with him

and so, every year, you would leave another heart (always homemade, always the only one of his confessions that was different in some way)

and you never dared to sign them

you would stay anonymous and hope that by the time you graduated, your feelings would somewhat dissipate with age

look bih!!! it’s not working!!!

plus,,, it seems like ppl just keep catching on the longer it goes on

especially yukhei

you had never even talked to the guy but he had caught on to you after the first valentine’s incident almost immediately

he just spotted you in the hall, walked up to you, and said (in a very not subtle voice) “so you like my best friend!!”

you had to shush him and pull him around a corner where there were less students

and he’s just grinning like a fool, “you seem cute! don’t hurt him tho or you’ll wish you hadn’t”

and ur just like ;-; pls don’t threaten me i’m just tryna live my life as a simple lovestruck human being

but then he shakes his head “i’m just kidding, i know you wouldn’t hurt him,,, but why,,, won’t u tell him”

u: !!! i’m fine being just friends

yukhei: LOL yeah no really why won’t u tell him

feeling like you can’t continue to lie, you tell him that you feel like you won’t have a chance, what with the fact that he has so many admirers already and you don’t want to take any chances bc i mean,,, u really really like him

and you’ve already become his friend so why jeopardize that

but then yukhei is like “well,, i understand that much, but i think that you should still tell him. if not now, at least before it’s too late. you’re just going to keep feeling unsure and if you miss your chance, you won’t forgive yourself for that…. i know that it’s scary, but i will tell you one thing and you can figure out what to do with it: there’s a great chance your feelings aren’t as one sided as you think”

then he drops his eyelid down in a wink and pats your shoulder and leaves you like that

yet, still, you don’t confess

at least, not yet

you continue to just be friends with jungwoo and leave him that same unique heart in the garden every valentine’s but that’s it

you continue to keep yukhei’s words in mind, but haven’t yet decided went to act on them

fast forward to graduation, everything is all over the place

ppl are getting ready to head straight off to college, others are planning parties to celebrate, and others are just unsure of what to do

jungwoo knows that he’s going to miss this school with his everything

he’s already crying harder than his parents when he wakes up the morning of LOL

yukhei also comes over early that morning just to threaten remind jungwoo that he should wait for him so they can go to college at the same time

jungwoo: who even said you would get into the same college as me?

yukhei: do you think i don’t have my ways. we’re going to college together you fool

for some reason,,, jungwoo just pulls out the box of hearts he’s received

and he sets out the three unique ones he received

he had honestly tried his best to figure out whose writing it could have belonged to, had tried to rule out ppl who bought the hearts the club made, etc.

he never got to find out

he had once jokingly asked yukhei if he made them for him but yukhei just grinned all knowingly and told him he needed to look a lil deeper

and jungwoo was ???? but really anxious to know

but today was the last day for this mystery person to personally confess, and he felt a foreboding feeling. like it wouldn’t happen

he goes through the ceremony, taking pictures and the works

yet, the whole day, he hasn’t seen you

sure, he’d seen you walk the stage, but you had disappeared into the sea of people as soon as the ceremony ended

he had sent you several messages but you hadn’t answered any of them

he had taken his last pictures with the rest of the club and had elected the next leader of the club in a very emotional goodbye

he decided he would find you later, maybe see you before the day ended after he finished having dinner with his parents

he had one last thing he wanted to do before leaving, and that was in the garden

he looked at it now, a beautiful, ever-growing thing that had come a long way since ninth grade

now he was leaving it, and he couldn’t quite believe it

he wandered down the stone walkway and found his flower, right next to yours

he couldn’t help but snap a few pics of them, sending one or two to you in the process

when he had finished up reminiscing, he found himself just sitting on one of the benches and watching as the wind swayed the branches of the trees, distorting the sunlight that filtered through the leaves

he felt himself quietly laughing to himself as he recalled when you and him had gotten caught in the rain here all those years ago

it felt so far away now

tugging his cap off his hair, he leans forward on his knees and sighs

until something pink appears in his vision

it takes him a second to realize there is a little cut out heart in front of his face, hanging from a red string that dangles off a familiar finger

on the heart is his name, in that familiar handwriting that he had never been able to recognize

and underneath his name,,, it was signed

with your name

jungwoo follows the finger to your face, a nervous twitch in your smile as you hold the heart out to him

“i meant to leave this for you before you got here but… yukhei told me you’d beat me to it”

jungwoo breathes out in disbelief before reaching into his pocket for his own homemade heart with your name on it

“i guess we both have funny timing” you laugh, watching him stand from the bench to take your heart from you

jungwoo blushes, “the fact that we’re both here tells me our timing is good enough”

you watch as he puts both your hearts on a branch next to each other, watching the wind blow them back and forth in the breeze. the strings they’re hanging on tangle and it feels like a sign

he looks at you with that same look he gave his flowers, the same look he gave the angry, stormy sky as it shamelessly rained down on the both of you. his hand reaches for yours

“yeah,” you say softly, letting him pull you closer, “i think you’re right”

jungwoo captures your lips in a small kiss that feels like the last three years of longing finally finding a home

you suddenly don’t feel so bad about waiting for the right moment, because had you not, you might not have met jungwoo halfway like this

and it feels so, so good

also yukhei is totally taking pictures from behind a bush but dw about it

#also anon you're so sweet i can't stop reading ur message asuffijs #jungwoo scenarios #jungwoo imagines #jungwoo au #gardener!jungwoo #kim jungwoo #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #gardener!nct #nct #jungwoo fluff #nct fluff #majwrites #sbmusings

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kitanoko · 7 years ago

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`Snow White Au

todomomo week day 1: Kiss (pretend that todoroki got his red hair from someone else other than endeavor pls…and this is totally not like the original snow white im sorry LOL)

LETS BEGIN THIS JOYOUS WEEEEEK~

genre: humour and fluff

-todoroki was a prince of an ancient land where his mother remarried a man so vile and cruel that todo and his siblings wanted nothing to do with him. His name was Endeavor.

-Now Endeavor wasn’t a bad looking dude but he was clearly jealous of todoroki’s good looks so he asked his magic mirror “mirror, mirror in my hand, who’s the fairest in the land” and the mirror replied “Todoroki Shouto”

-For once, the mirror answered with someone other than him?!?!?! this was blasphemous! And so, Endeavor was forced to order an assassination of his own step-son. He was NOT going to lose to some kid!

-At the young age of 18, Todo was fleeing for his life after Fuyumi had warned of him of the dangers that were to come. Fuyumi had suspected something was up when she had accidentally bumped into her stepfather’s meeting with two mysterious beings. Her suspicions were proven correct when she had heard him say ‘kill shouto’ as if it was the most normal thing in the world

-Todo thought his sis was joking at first ‘cas are you serious, a grown ass man feeling threatened because of his appearance? Though when he escaped death by a hair when the two assassins came at him at full speed during his hunting trip, he was 100% sure Fuyumi was speaking the truth. Todoroki held his own and was able to knock one of them out instead of fatally wounding him, the other, seeing Todoroki’s kindness towards his partner decides to spare is life. The assassin handed Endeavor the lungs and heart of a wild boar, claiming it to be his stepson’s organs and fools the King.

-Todoroki galloped with his bags towards the river and found an empty cottage completed with 7 small beds. He found it odd but shrugged, leaving his bag on the floor and horse outside as he fell asleep on the bed labelled ‘grumpy’.

-the 7 dwarfs came home and freaked out! Who the heck was this dude with such weird hair?! And why was there a horse?!

-”What the actual fuck?,” Grumpy yelled and Sleepy yawned while mumbling, “what a banquet of darkness.” Grumpy’s anger woke Todo up and he flinched at the sight of the 7 mini people adorned with cute ruby red triangular hats

-Btw if it isn’t obvious enough, bakugou is grumpy, and tokoyami is sleepy. Then, iida is doc, yaoyorozu is happy, haha just kidding, uraraka is happy, deku is bashful, tsuyu is sneezy, and kaminari is dopey

-”Whoa what the–” Todoroki sat upright and almost kneed Bashful in the face. Bashful noticed the prince’s beautiful eyes and turned away shyly. Grumpy snorted.

“Who the motherfuck are you?! Get off my damn bed you dirty piece of shit!” Grumpy kicked Todo on the shin. Todo almost chuckled ‘cas it felt like a tickle.

“I’m the prince, or …was…”

Everyone gasped.

Doc pushed Grumpy aside. “Your royal highness, why are you in our abode if I may ask.”

“My father tried to kill me, I just need a place to stay for now.”

The dwarfs looked at each other in concern and huddled up.

“This may be dangerous …for us.” Dopey said and Sneezy nodded after a few sneezes. Grumpy gritted his teeth and agreed silently, which was unusual for him. Perhaps he felt bad that he overreacted earlier. Doc gave a sigh.

“I think we should help him, we should be helping those in need.” Doc said and it was Happy and Bashful’s turn to agree.

“Fine,” Doc turned to say and Todoroki smiled back. Happy clicked her tongue playfully and lifted herself right next to him. She directed a bright grin at him and he appreciated it.

-After that todo slowly warmed up to the little dudes and grumpy sorta tried to return the affection. They give awkward glances to each other sometimes when they go fishing (grumpy gives todo advice on how to catch the biggest salmon and that’s the limit to their friendship)

-todo learned that happy enjoys playing catch and she told him that she wants to learn how to fly someday (todo didn’t wanna break it to her but that’s not how the human body works)

-Doc is the smartest of them all and the most reasonable; dopey enjoys daydreaming and cloud watching; bashful is…well…very cute and shy and seems to be the only one who can control grumpy somewhat; sneezy is really good at swimming and can hold her breath underwater for a very long time, so long that todo thought she drowned but she didn’t; sleepy is very poetic and extremely philosophical and todoroki would never know how to have a proper conversation with him….not that he usually could with any of them anyway…and why the heck does sleepy look like a crow and sneezy a frog…strange

-Todo built his own bed with the help of the dwarfs and Grumpy labelled the bed “Weirdo”

-Its been more than 2 weeks and todoroki felt like for once, he could live in peace. He went out to hunt by himself one day, despite the concern of the dwarfs (grumpy was like who the fuck cares if he gets himself killed we’ll all be free, but he didn’t really mean it LOL), and he went further than he had planned (he wasn’t gonna let that deer escape!)

-right before he sent an arrow flying towards the poor deer, he caught sight of… a human nearby? in the middle of these woods? He followed the swift silhouette with a stern gaze and he leapt off his horse (his horse is named Pretty Peach btw, a name given by Fuyumi, ‘cas it has a strawberry blonde mane).

-”Who’s there?” Todoroki called, hands gripped tightly on his bow. If its another assassin, he may not be as kind this time. “Is it a hobby of yours to hide behind trees? Come out or I’ll shoot.”

-The figure emerged and …hell no. It’s of course the most elegant woman he had ever laid his heterochromatic eyes on. How was he gonna kill her now?

-”I’m..I’m just a guard! My name’s Momo!” She replied, hand in front of her defensively, “I mean you no harm!” Seeing that her hands were away from the hilt of her fachion, he relaxed.

-Todoroki patiently waited for her explanation and turns out she was just intrigued by his hunting skills and wanted to learn for herself.

“Not that I could ever hurt these animals,” she confessed and the deer licked her outreached palm. It fled after.

-So anyways, after that mostly-silent encounter, todoroki met her a few more times and brought the dwarfs along with him; she came whenever she had a break from guarding whoever the nobility was from the next kingdom

-She was like those disney princesses that has a bunch of animal friends for no apparent reason but of course she was no damsel-in-distress ‘cas she could slice anything in half without a blink. Todo actually somewhat scared of her. Or he’s fallen in love. He shook his head. Nah, no way. Those goosebumps he gets when he sees her swing her falchion was ‘cas its cold. That must be it.

-Doc raised his concern over other ppl spotting Todo if he goes off too far and yes it actually happens ‘cas todo was too into his new ‘friendship’ with momo and a spy told Endeavor his discoveries.

-one day when todo and momo met up again, this time to string necklaces out of wildflowers because momo wanted to do something different for once (Grumpy knew todoroki was crushing hard on momo at this point but todo was too damn clueless to do anything about it), they get ambushed by a group of mercenaries hired by Endeavor

-momo surprised todo ‘cas she basically told him to sit still and she owns all of their asses single-handed and todo gulped. yes. okay. his heart was racing but not because they were about to get killed but ‘cas he’s fallen hard and fast for this crazy fighter girl with a big ass sword.

-”I can’t believe they RUINED my necklaces, look at these daisies?! They’re trampled! UGH!” Momo complained, fists clenched as they head back to the cottage.

Todo snorted.

“AND your FATHER sent them to kill you? How absurd!”

She went on and on and todoroki’s just chucklng at her flushed face from the battle earlier.

“The next time I see your father, he will feel my wrath!”

Todo stopped dead in his tracks and pulled her to him with one hand and awkwardly said, “You’re really cute Momo.”

And her face gets even more red and she just stopped talking on the rest of the way home.

-Okay so news get back to Endeavor that the mercenaries pretty much all in critical condition. “An insanely skilled lady” was with todo and Endeavor’s like “alright I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

-Endeavor dressed up as a witch (he gotta disguise himself ‘cas it’d be weird if people saw a King out by himself and somehow dressing as a witch felt right) and went to the forest and also brought a box of poisoned soba along ‘cas his stepson loves soba. Hopefully this mysterious lady with him also loves soba

-Endeavor found the dwarfs’ cottage and left the box at the doorstep (yes he knew todo lived there ‘cas the spy had tipped him). Endeavor hid behind a bush and saw Dopey bring the box inside the cottage and he smirked

-”Yo these noodles don’t look right.” Grumpy pushed the box away from his face and Dopey looked sad. “I ain’t eating this shit, someone try it first in case I die. I’m too cool to die.”

“Grump-chan please don’t say that,” Bashful said.

Todoroki looked at it and Momo swore his eyes lit up.

“Soba, it’s good,” Todo merely said and he took the chopstick that came in the box and took a bite.

Oh shit.

“Fuck, his face doesn’t look right. And I mean it looks even more messed up than before,” Grumpy said.

Todoroki felt the world spin before him and he just collapsed onto the floor. Momo freaked out but found his pulse and his breathing steady.

“He looks like he’s taking a nap…” Sleepy noted.

“Don’t say it…”

“…Of darkness,” Sleepy finished.

-Momo lifted Todo onto the nearest bed and Doc examined todo and doc’s like “I think he’s in a coma”

-Now a week passed but todo still didn’t wake up. Momo said she’ll find a doctor to come and see what to do. The doctor refused to go to the forest with Momo ‘cas that sounded sketch

-Momo came back defeated and Bashful randomly went, “hey…have you ever read those…children’s books?”

Momo’s like “what?” And Bashful’s like “most stories say curses are broken by a kiss from true love!”

Everyone looked at each other and Grumpy’s like “well no shit you have to be the one to kiss him, I ain’t doing it.”

“But why me?” Momo asked and Grumpy told her how he suspected that there’s something way deeper than friendship going on between them and Momo got all flustered and she felt it too but it was hard admitting it.

“Don’t kiss him on the lips though,” Doc said matter-of-factly, “what if you got poisoned too.”

Happy and Bashful covered their faces, feeling embarassed for Momo

-She leaned closer to todo, and he appeared so peaceful sleeping like that and she was starting to feel her cheeks heat up. This was her first time kissing anyone! Ever! The distance between them close in and Momo gave him a peck on the cheek. Suddenly, Todo’s eyelids fluttered open.

-”Why is everyone –OMPHF”

Momo wrapped herself around him before he could finish the question

-Momo was really angry now, whoever this person was, she’s guessing todo’s douchebag father, gotta pay for what he did. She devised a plan. Todo told her the plan was too dangerous but she reassured him that she had thought of plan B to Z if plan A didn’t work out.

-Momo went to the castle dressed as a man the day after, and acted as if she had an important tip to tell the King in regards to the prince

-Okay Fuyumi’s like wtf right now btw ‘cas her brother just escaped death three times?

-Momo told Endeavor to follow her to the forest because she saw the prince still alive. Endeavor’s knights said they’d go with him but he had had enough of failed plans. Even the soba didn’t work goddammit

-Endeavor was weary but Momo was so good at acting; she led him towards a trap built by the dwarfs and Endeavor’s horse gets caught in a bear trap. The King fell to his knees as his horse crashed onto the ground. And with a broken ankle, he tried to stand back up but Momo held a sword against his neck

Endeavor was named one of the most powerful men for a reason. He knocked her back and sent Momo flying. Todo and the dwarfs saw this from behind the trees and they run to help her.

-”What…Shouto…you became friends with these midgets?!” Endeavor roared.

The dwarfs took offence to that and they kept throwing rocks at him and Grumpy headbutts him and stomped on his broken ankle. The King winced in pain and with the help of Todo, the dwarfs somehow cornered him to the cliffs. With one false step, the King slipped and fell to the depths below

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Todoroki heard his father’s screams echo.

-Though that was a horrid end to his filthy father, Todoroki was happy as now his family was free from his evil reign. Todo returned to the castle but still visited the dwarfs every week.

Momo was invited to the castle from time to time and Todo finally proposed to her with flower necklaces that she taught him to make before; the dwarfs helped them set up a wedding ceremony in the meadows and all of Momo’s animal friends came as well.

The end

#todomomo #todomomoweek #todoroki x yaoyorozu #bnha #my headcanons #snow white au #lol this was so fun to write #day one: kiss

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starryseo · 8 years ago

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high schooler!jaemin

my pRECIOUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS

im sososo excited to write this because i loVE NANA sosososo much,, i miss him terribly but i hope that if and when he returns he is super happy and healthy so he can carry on making m e m o r i e s. sm need to update us more on him :((

sOO0o0oO0O0o0oooo0OOOO0o

ok so ma boi na jaemin

is literally loved by everyone in that school

and they all know him as the Smiley Kid™

like they may not even be in a class with him

mAY NOT even be in his year

but they have seen him around school

and i GUARANTEE he was smiling so everyone just knows who he is

they also know him bc he once started this petition

initially, the school didnt have a badminton club

and nana was just like ???/ badminton is love what the heck????

so he b e g g e d the sports teacher to start a club

and the teacher loves nana bc he’s always so active and supportive and just amaZING in their class,,,,, so they give him a chance

but they cant just start a club outta nowhere yknow?

so they’re like, if you get enough people to support you then i’ll talk to the head teacher and see what we can do ok?

so thIS BOI RAN OUT and started just asking literally e v e r y o n e in the school to sign this paper so the club would happen

and like who can say no to his smile??? it literally makes my heart weAK

the dreamies were the first to sign obviously

even donghyuck

but he only done it after nana said he’d post the old baby photos of hyuck everywhere aha love this boy

those baby photos??? he got them from hyuck’s mum lmao

yeah hes the kinda kid to talk with the other dreamies’ parents - mainly the mums because hes just such ??? a darling? ???

obviously he got enough signatures and he did not stop smiling for like a week bc badminton club!!!!! is finally a thing!!!!

he and mark are always the first to turn up and honestly some ppl just go to watch the two of them have a match

when hes not sparring w/ mark hes super kind and helps out others that are playing but struggling

which just makes everyone love him even more

he and jeno always get lockers full of confessions

and hes such a cutie he has the notes all saved in a shoe box under his bed

i say “a shoe box” but like he has so many notes there are like 20 boxes lmao rip

and whenever he gets chocolates or smth he always shares them with the dreamies

he also tries to help the others out whenever he can

like,, running lines with jeno for his auditions,,,,, helping out jisung and chenle with their homework etc.

he also encouraged mark the first time he wrote a poem to get it published in the school paper,, mark was heckin’ nervous so nana suggested sending it in anonymously, and mark just continued with it

also!!!!! this boy!!! i know i said renjun has like the bEST food in his lunch boxes, but jaemin is a close second

he always packs fruit with him and like its so ?? cute???

he spends the previous night chopping up the fruit - apples, bananas, mangoes, pomegranates, grapes, oranges, you name it - and then puts it in the fridge so it’s all fresh for lunch tomorrow.

uses a separate container for it and theres just s o m u c h fruit

he brings in 7 forks as well because he kNOWS !!!!1 the others are gonna take some from him

alsooo he is The Hoverboard Master™

lowkey gets frustrated when jisung challenges him

but is highkey supeeerrrr !! happy!!! when he beats jisung

insert the dreamies just disappointingly head shaking as jisung fake cries

“youre seriously not gonna let the kid win??” - mark

“even im not that cruel” - hyuck

but nana #dontgiveafuck bc he just won hAH TAKE THAT @JISUNG [had to make sure i didnt tag a blog there lmao rip]

mm so yall prolly met bc of a mutual dislike for sociology

ok so this part may be rubbish bc i know nothing abt sociology lmao so idk bare with me

yall were in the same class and the teacher set a partner project for the last term which she would test you on

1) ew partner projects #amirite 2) ew sociology #amiriteagain

cliche move: yall got paired up together

the project was basically one where you guys could freely talk about any topic relating to modern day society

you guys had to prepare a powerpoint expressing contrasting views to the topic and then also include your own

didnt seem hard enough, but since you were being graded on this you had to put in 110% effort overachievers ayyyy

so yall got to work, tryna think of what topic you could write about

and after much debate and thinking you both eventually agreed on writing about how social media portray young men

first yall were gonna do women but felt that others may do that,,,, and also that the expectations men had werent spoken of as much so this would be interesting

in lesson you made a quick plan about how you were gonna go about this

decided that it’d be best if you both worked on the powerpoint together, but done research separately so you could just merge the two when making the powerpoint. like, nana would find bad views and you would find good ones.

so you went your separate ways after that lesson and met up the next day

yall chilled out in the library after school and started your individual researching

and after like the first hour the cuTIE asks if youre hungry and youre like yeah a lil’ bit, so you guys pack up your stuff and head down the street to the cafe and eat a bit there

he pays even tho you had previously agreed to split it :(((

and youre just like “hey we should just base our project on you-”

jaemin: “a nice young man that pays the bills?”

you: “a lying young man who said we’d split but stole the bill before i could do anything. im writing bad things about you now”

jaemin: “YOURE BEING BIASED, THATS UNFAIR–”

you: “idc :))))”

yall were just kidding obvs

after eating you guys head back to the cafe for like another hour of researching

and you decided that tomorrow you’d make a start on the powerpoint

so yall say bye, meet up tomorrow after school bc theres no sociology lesson, and do the same thing as yesterday

including the cafe dateeeee ;)))))

you make a start on the powerpoint and like hes such a perfectionist

like “no, no, no y/n move the title a bit to the right. no no ! your other right,,,, aaa no youve moved it too much !!!!”

“um,,,,, im not really feeling this navy blue, use that green instead,,, actuallyyyyy, what about that purple over there????”

after he starts shouting out hex codes to use you give up and just let him take the mouse

he ends up keeping the initial navy blue lmao

so after that hectic day and jaemin’s complaining youve managed to do just. your. first. slide.

but it has a super c00l background and animations so yeah very productive !!!

this basically continues for the next 3 weeks, with you guys presenting in the 4th week.

when it comes to the presentation day yall were vvvv nervous going up bc you get graded on how you present it as well, not just the info :’))))

but the whole thing runs super smoothly bc na jaemin flashed thAT SMILE @ YOU AND ALL YOUR WORRIES DISAPPEARED BEFORE YOU GUYS EVEN INTRODUCED THE TOPIC

the whole thing went really well, you guys took turn answering questions your peers and the teacher threw at you and when yall were done he sMILED AGAIN !!!!! and like yall felt super confident bc that went hecking well

when you got your results back it was an A*/ A+ and nana sent a message to you like “OMGGGGGGG WE DID IT!!! YESSSS!!!! MY AMAZING HARD WORK PAID OFF”

“***ouR AMAZING HARD WORK,,, BUT LIKE IM PRETTY SURE IT WAS MY AMAZING HEX CODES THAT SEALED THE DEAL”

yall decided to celebrate at the cafe that you frequented

the old lady that owned the place knew you guys really well bc of the project

she’d be constantly refuelling you guys so she knew about the project too LMAO

and so when you guys told her that you guys aced the project she was super happy too and she was like “your food is on the house ily !!!!”

so like whoop whoop !! free food !

and you guys kept up that tradition during the summer holidays, meeting up at the cafe

and like the employees there knew you both so well

they started a bet like “how long until they walk in here holding hands one day and start dating???”

jaemin accidentally calls you sweetie or smth and you both just hear the old lady scream “yeSSSS!!! I WON!!!!! PAY UP WORKERSsss!!!! FREE FOOD FOR YOU, JAEMIN + Y/N!!!”

yall were confused as heck buT FREE FOOD !!!

i aint even surprised this was my longest one i love na jaemin

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lordkuroo · 8 years ago

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To Me

Chapter : One

Rated : M for profanities and mature scenes on upcoming chapters.

“Jee! Come on. Let’s play!” a little girl shouted at a boy.

“Riko, stop running! I can’t keep up..Mother said not to get hurt.” the boy supposedly named Jee,panted. Man…. Riko sure can run….

“Jee, hurry up!You call yourself a boy yet you’re much slower than I am!” the girl,Riko teased in an attempt to provoke him.

“Riko! No! Look behind you-“

I was suddenly jarred awake by the honk of a vehicle right outside my flat. 7.09a.m… I guess it’s a signal to get ready for work.I sighed, not because I hated my job but it was the same dream reoccurring every night yet I have no clue what it actually meant or indicated.

I shoved my train of thoughts and decided to take a hot bath. It was the middle of spring and the weather was still pretty chilly in the morning.My muscles were tense and stiff from my bad sleeping habits.I looked in the mirror, my nose was slightly swollen and red from all the excessive sneezing that was caused by the pollen.Eyelids uneven.Lips looked pretty normal except that it was chapped.I scowled at my reflection. Who was I trying to look good for anyway? The security guard at the entrance of the office with the crooked teeth? I slapped both of my cheeks to wake myself.Rinse my mouth with some strong mouthwash until my eyes watered from the burning sensation in my mouth.

My name was Mariko,meaning jasmine child. Just Mariko,no first name. People call me Riko because that’s how they address me in the orphanage. Yes,I was an orphan.Unlike some lucky orphans who remembers their family members or by chance, got adopted…I was an exception. I don’t remember my family nor was I adopted.I was brought to the orphanage at the age of 10 without a trace of my name or where I came from. I was only wearing a bracelet with what was believed to be my name, Mariko. The orphanage,Nightingale was where I grew up.I spent my childhood there, making friends, learning new things….at least that was what I considered a ‘childhood’. I don't remember anything, I was only told that I had been hospitalised for 2 years because I was in a coma. How did I end up there? I don’t know. My hospital bills? It was miraculously paid by some tycoon or something. My life was a mystery, no Sherlock could solve. At the age of 19,I got enrolled into Tokyo University and graduated with a degree, majoring in hospitality.I studied hard more than anyone. “You reap what you sow.” Nurse Yurima always reminded me. But here I was, on the verge of being squished by the crowd in the commuter. Peak hours… My subconscious rolled her eyes at me. I was rejected by all my job interviews except for one,K.T enterprise at Asakusa but as a mail girl. Better than nothing. I told myself. At least the pay was reasonable for a nine to five. I shrugged, earning weird stares from elementary school kids.

The office building was a fifteen minute walk away from the station.A zebra crossing and there you go, behold the luxurious K.T enterprise, ranked 3rd in the nation for it’s expensive and fancy interior. It was beautiful no doubt but the poor janitors had to clean the billion dollar chandelier hanging down from the lobby’s ceiling.Never forget the marble floors they have to polish, 45 floors altogether. Good gracious… K.T enterprise was a company that supplies electric cables to the whole nation or even worldwide.As if that wasn’t enough, the company decided to branch out into interior designing whilst promoting their cables. Oh that money… I sarcastically cooed at the back of my mind. Even though, I had been working for a period of 2 months here,I knew less to nothing of this company. Not that I didn’t care but I wasn’t the type to go bonkers over spicy gossips nor go the extra mile to make small talk with others.Besides,I’m always in that cramped room filled with files, documents of some sort and mails slash letters from clients.

“Good morning,Riko.” My workmate, Ai greeted me with the brightest smile. I loved her enthusiasm,I mean working as a mail girl ain’t a thing to look forward for and she always makes sure that I’m comfortable in that little ‘office’ of mine.I was somehow…grateful for her.Unlike other colleagues in the mail department,Ai wasn’t one to chitchat about the things going on in the office.She was plainly just…there…like me.Not that I hated it,I would rather stay in the dark and dust than to shine unnecessarily.

“Late by 5 minutes,Miss Mariko.” And I swear, the chief in charge of the mail department was a perfectionist.I grinned the best as I could manage. “Good morning, Mr.Ouiza.It was peak hours so the commuter was pretty cramped and I had to-“ He cut me off mid-sentence with a wave of his finger.So, I just stood there and allowed him to blabber away into my ears.

Nice.. I adjusted my cardigan as I scrambled to my seat into my ‘more like a storage room than an office’ room.I closed my eyes for a second to adjust to my surroundings.It was only 8 in the morning and the building was oozing with chatter and busy footsteps. I was not a morning person but I have to make a living. I sighed for the umpteenth time.When I was still living in the orphanage,I constantly reminded myself to not burden anyone working there,I came unannounced and I wished to leave, not having to depend on anyone. That’s how I ended up paying my expensive rent for my flat, barely having enough food to live on a daily basis.But I promised myself that it gets better. Or so I thought…

“Riko..Do you mind sending these to the repair department?” Ai knocked on the door and I couldn’t say no to her.

I finished my duties as fast I could to avoid conversations with others. I was a born introvert, not that I’m shy but I just don’t like how other ppl like prying into my personal space.It was rude to me but I knew it was just how they tend to appear friendly.

Ever since my orphan days, the others had been teasing me about how my hair was in a very odd shade of brown yet it wasn’t brown either. I used to weep about it a lot in the kitchen where I sat next to Nurse Yurima and sob.She would comfort me and tell me that was how God want us to be and it was something called individualism. But weird thing was she couldn’t answer me nor give me any advice whenever I asked if that was how God wanted me to be like…without parents nor a family. The best she could manage was a smile, that looked sympathetic and I hated it… Great that my hair was in an odd shade of brown, as I grew older in middle school, my height made me stood out more than ever. “Look at that giant walking poop!” My other schoolmates used to teased me.I was so used to it that I had stopped being conscious about it when I started high school.

The elevator doors were just about to close when I reached a hand out to press the ‘down’ button. I was usually lucky when the elevators are empty and I didn’t have to be stuck in the small secluded metal box with a few other people in it.It was probably one of the most horrible things on earth for me, second to encountering cockroaches in the toilet, a horrendous silence in the elevator with complete strangers. And twas’ the day that I’m unlucky again, but this time, it was worst because two intimidating huge men were in it. I had to go in whether I like it or not.One of the huge beasts were holding the doors open for me and it would be rude to just say ‘no’. My subconscious was tense and so was I.

“Which floor?” a deep voice asked.I looked up at the nearly 6 feet 5’ man, wearing a……beanie. Instead of answering,I swiftly pressed the 25th floor. oh man….a dreadful 10 floors…Why did they locate the repair department at the 35th floor? I gulped involuntarily loud causing the deep voiced beanie guy to glance at me. I looked down and glanced sideways through the gaps of my hair at the other guy, though he doesn’t seem to care which made me slightly relieved,I guess. I silently prayed that the elevator would just be quicker but unfortunately, it stopped at the 30th floor and in came a girl.

“Good morning Wakatoshi-kun. Oh, and Mr.President.” the girl said. President? I was in the most miserable state.I was reminded to bow deeply when I encounter the president of the company by my department chief but being the ignorant human being I was,I didn’t even bother finding out who it was initially and now I’m stuck in the elevator with two huge beasts which I had yet to know who was the actual president.Was it the beanie one or the other lad?And who was this oddly young girl with a strange strong aura? I felt like I was being compressed in an aerosol can.I tensed up even further and my shoulders are already feeling it.

“Oh, Wakatoshi-kun, looking good in a beanie today.” the girl said while grinning. Oh so deep voice was Wakatoshi… okay then the other one must be the…President… My train of thoughts was interrupted when I sensed someone staring intently at me,I glanced sideways and there he was, in all his suit and glory, the President was looking at me. I shrieked. Okay not good…Who knows if I’m thrown out of the building the next morning for not greeting him…

“What do you mean I look good in a beanie?Don’t I always look the same with or without a beanie? My face doesn’t really change according to the accessories I’m wearing.” the beanie guy, Wakatoshi replied. Talk about being tactless…this guy takes the cake. I rolled my eyes while gazing out to the other side to avoid any more intense staring.

“Wakatoshi forgot to style his hair this morning so he decided to hide under that beanie.” I jerked when undoubtedly, it was the President who spoke.His voice doesn’t seem as deep yet there was a hint of cockiness to it. Not that I had anything against it but it was weird. All I want is to get out of here,it’s suffocating!

As if God heard my pleas, the elevator indicated the 25th floor and I ducked my head out of the elevator.I was released from living hell. What’s with elevators! If only the mail department was located on the 3rd floor just like my flat and the office building a little less than 10 floors,I wouldn’t mind walking up the stairs and slacking the elevators, people and small talks.I inwardly groaned.

“Riko, are you okay?” Of course,Ai would have noticed that I wasn’t in my usual state. I had a quick glance at the reflection on the windows of the office door, and hell, do I look dishevelled! I was slouching and my ears red from the sudden intimidation.

“Hey,say..has anyone ever got fired because they didn’t greet the President?And are middle schoolers allowed to work here?” I was blabbering away.Ai patted me on the shoulder and asked me to take things slow.

“I seriously don’t know what had happened to you while delivering the mails but would you like some chamomile tea?” she gave me a sheepish grin.

“Yeah well, okay and make it double please if it’s not too much of a hassle.” I placed my head on the table, absorbing the reality. Intimidating was an understatement to describe the two men just now, especially the President. He had a stare so intense, it’s almost nauseous. It doesn’t help that the lad has hair so black it accentuated his eyes and sharp features. Ai placed the tea on my table and even lit a lavender scented candle. Dear God, that’s enough for one day. Spare me please. But I had realised a long while back that God….ever since,I ended up in Nightingale, asking Him all sorts of questions about myself with no reply in return…He was never there to begin with…

;

“Good morning, Wakatoshi-kun. Oh and Mr.President.” Hitoka Yachi, the marketing department chief greeted us. Her ultimately high pitched voice bothers me, though she couldn't help it even if she wanted to.I admit she’s a capable woman despite her small frame and incredibly young face, don’t be deceived by looks.She’s someone who would not hesitate. I’m always amazed by her presentation and work, representing her team, it was always a pleasure working with her.

And so, I couldn’t help but notice the slightly off of a presence in the elevator.A new employee,I assumed.No tag, no badge..looks brand new.She wasn’t the gorgeous, jaw dropping kind of girl but I supposed she could fetch a decent young man. No make up, no scent of any fragrance…. Guess she wasn’t up for tempting others. Though I paid no extra attention to her,I could definitely sense the stiffness when Yachi mentioned that either me or Wakatoshi was ‘President’. Assuming that she was trying to guess who was the actual one,I glanced sideways just to checkout her reaction. Okay wait, I totally just stared at her, silently waiting for the effect I usually have on others. She was no exception of course. I’m pretty sure her higher-ups had talked about ‘The President firing people on a regular basis’ kind of topic but just to clarify,I was firing procrastinators who loves slacking and making too much out of the facilities provided while given nothing in return. Besides, it was only natural for me to do so ever since the company officially launched the interior designing firm, we were running pretty low on budget, only narrowly escaping bankruptcy. Business was all about the risk, it’s either you take it or leave it. But as long as you have the assets and ground, you are good to go.

The elevators doors opened and she literally ran out, not even glancing back.Even if she was practically slouching, I noticed that she was pretty tall, not an average height but it kind of suited her anyway. I shrugged as the doors closed.

It was the day that L.E electronics and I signed contracts to mark our first collaboration. ‘For a brighter future’ Now, that’s a lame project slogan but who cares, it’s profitable and keeps the money coming. My staff would be happy and so would I. I guess….

“Hey Kuroo, what’s with the smug expression you made in the elevator just now?” Wakatoshi asked. I looked at him and smirked.

“Didn’t you notice the tense atmosphere the girl in the elevator created when we were present? Don’t you find it amusing that we actually have that sort of effect on others?” I asked nonchalantly. Wakatoshi was usually slow-witted but working with him was definitely not a drag. He was my personal IT expert that I hired for emergency purposes like hacking or investigating. Well, pretty much most of the illegal computing shit are done by him so I had to pay him an extra lump. He does it cleanly and I appreciated it.

“I don’t really understand what you were saying but that girl was surely aware and conscious about our presence. I know no effects you just talked about.Maybe you should enlighten me.” I dismissed him and proceeded out of the lobby where the chauffeur was already waiting.

1.30p.m. - The press conference was finally done.I sighed into the car seat and Wakatoshi just stared out of the window. That’s Life by Frank Sinatra silently played in the background. That’s life….I tell you I can’t deny it…. Yeah, pretty much. The contracts signed, done. Money comes, and then what? I hate to admit but exactly what are my purposes of living? Sure,I have fun here and there, shag some women now and then with no strings attached. But really,I felt like something was always missing. Wakatoshi once said that I should start getting serious about certain stuff but when I asked him what exactly, he decided to just make me brainstorm.

I decided to spend some time in my office, just signing and reading through documents that needed my approval. It was already 4:45p.m. and I doubt any of my staff are up for extra work at this hour. I assumed that my secretary was still at her desk but to my dismay, she wasn’t. She even left a note saying,

“Mr.Kuroo, you have letters to collect at the mail department but unfortunately, my babysitter just called to inform that my child caught up with a bad case of flu. I had to go.I’m sorry for the inconvenience caused.” -Yukie

I sighed. Working moms… Can’t blame her, she had a family under her care. Then I guess I have to put my long legs into action and head down to the mail department. My office was located at the highest floor, typical I know, but the view doesn’t disappoint.

The elevators doors opened and yes, the 25th floor. It wrote the ‘Mail Department’, this was the place where international and local client mails were sorted into order.Small role but yet it was also a department that the company depended on the most or else, each department would have to sort their own mails themselves.So, my secretary did told me once that my personal letter and mails were always delivered to the chief’s office then only to mine so that it wouldn’t get jumbled among other mails. I strode into the darkly lit hallway of the department and headed straight into the chief’s office. And she was right, I saw my letters sprawled on the table.Not a lot but it was a handful.

I was about to leave when I heard music echoing throughout the hallway.That totally just piqued my interest. I silently walked towards the back of the hallway until I reached a brightly lit room. I guess some staff appreciate working hours more than others.. That room was small and it was stacked with documents and files, there was literally no space in that tiny molecule of a room.

She was glad about it…no doubt about it…She isn't sure where she's gone No time to think about what to tell them….No time to think about what she's done…And she was.. A girl was twisting and turning, arranging the documents into the shelves as the music blasted through a rather cheap and old looking speaker. Hmm… a passion for Talking Heads… not bad… I remembered this song,I used to play it during my school days. I was more of retro rock band music kind of person but not many people enjoyed my pick of music genre.Not many people knew of Talking Heads because their music was one of a kind.

I continued my inspection of this girl, she looks rather trashy. A white camisole and body fitting skirt that ends just right above her knees.Not really curvy but not too boney either.Just right,I guess. I’m assuming that she initially wore a cardigan since there was a purple one laying on the table.She tied her hair into a bun though some of the strands were falling out of its arrangements.I guess it was pretty stuffy in there, no air conditioner, just a ceiling fan, draped in dust.

Her back was facing me the whole time, i have yet to peer at her face and all I had was time anyway. This must be the place by Talking Heads started to play.Again, another one of their songs. This girl has some sense in music.. I raised my brows as she finally turned around.

It was Ms. All-tensed-up-in-the-elevator. What do you know, she could move those limbs too, very well. I smirked. My staffs are getting more and more interesting. Now that I took a closer look, damn it, she was quite a catch. Dancing to Talking Heads and all. She was odd alright but that’s definitely attractive. She was grabbing her cup and was ready to leave the room and I took that as my cue to leave. Show’s over..

I sunk into the plush furnitures of my office.I laughed inwardly at the memory of witnessing Ms.Rigid dancing in the cramped room. That was a sight. Not back after a long day of work.

A/N : Now that took long enough! 7 page fic..not bad as a start! Tadaa...the male character’s Kuroo! <33 ofc it had to be him. And Wakatoshi as an IT expert/intellectual...sweet af. I’m updating on Tuesdays,i guess..If i could manage...ofc .Thanks for sparing time, reading this.

#haikyuu #Kuroo Tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #fanfiction #hq #OC #yaoi fic will be plotted as soon as I finish this #not sure if this should be a 12 or 20 chapter fic....#but i guess I will just follow the flow of it #goodnight

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