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chocolatecoveredvynal · 1 year

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Spun like a Record

-A Single Dad, Cillian Murphy x oc fic. Cillian was married and had a kid at 22 while he was still in College. He had a daughter and named her Madi. Cillian and his wife had a very unpleasant relationship and had divorced after Madi had graduated highschool. Cillian moved to California with Madi so she could go to college but stay close with him. While in college Madi had gained a new best friend, her roomate Lexi Franklie. Lexi and Madi were super close. Madi brings Lexi over to her dads place all the time. Cillian had thought Lexi was a fine and smart girl. He was happy that his daughter had a good friend but he couldn't help but find Lexi attractive. Cillian didn't really know what to do with his feelings since he has been with few women in his life. Its Madi, and Lexi's Junior year in college and Madi wants to have her spring break at her dads place. Lexi is 25,and Madi is 24 and Cillian is 47- (not edited yet)

Two cars pulled up into the driveway of the Murphy household. Madi exits her small black convertible and Lexi leaves her white truck. Even though the two of them were in separate cars they were simultaneously giggling and laughing in excitement. They grabbed their duffle bags and walked up to the door together. Madi opened the door without a second thought and Lexi followed behind.

"Dad! Parties arrived, so get out of that dumb man cave of yours!" Madi shouted through the house. She plopped down her bags without a care in the world, the loud thud catching Lexi off guard.

The soft patter of Cillian walking down the steps caught the two girls' attention. Lexi was expecting a frown or a scowl on his face because of the shouting his daughter was doing; but surprising to her Cillian had a bright smile the moment he saw the two girls. Lexi's gaze had softened at the sight of his curled lips. Madi was quick to let out a happy squeal and the moment Cillian was off the stairs Madi was running towards her father and trapped him in a tight hug.

"I didn't know you girls were gonna be here so early, if I knew I would've whipped up you girls some lunch" Cillian said in a gentle manner as his daughter pulled out of his grasp.

"Madi wanted to surprise you, so there's no need to worry. We had a small lunch before we got here anyways" Lexi reassured and gave Cillian a side hug with a bright smile. "It's good to see you again Mr.Murphy"

"Well I'm just happy I get to spend time with you girls again. Soo how's university been?" Cillian asked, seeming genuinely intrigued and curious, wanting to catch up.

“Oh my gosh it’s been hell! We have our finals in two weeks and I’m so thankful for Lexi, she’s helping me on top of studying for herself” Madi replied with a small whine as she suddenly wrapped her arms around Lexi.

“Besides from finals Madi, you’ve called me crying about it for the past week” Cilians playful tone made a small giggle escape Lexi’s lips and a big pout to form on his daughter's lips. “How about you Lexie? Still playing volleyball or did that tire you out”

“It's been good for the most part, volley has been keeping me busy, like even though it's my ‘vacation’ I still have to go in and practice and I think I have a match on Thursday” Lexi answered with a sheepish tone. Her answer let a small chuckle to leave Cillian.

“Ahh that’s a shame. I was hoping that we’d get to spend some time together since you girl are around. But it's no problem, as long as you're at least enjoying volleyball.” he said with a tender smile and continued, “So you both are planning to stay here for the whole spring break?” he asked slightly, cocking a curious brow at the girls. The girls were quick to give him excited nods to his question.

“Yea, my parents are busy with my younger brother this week, so Madi thought it’d be a perfect idea for me to just hang with you guys for a break” Lexi explained and her answer made a tender smile spread across Cillian’s face.

“If you want to dad, you can come with me to watch Lexi’s match, I'll make sure to get you into the game for free,” Madi added with a playful tone and smirk. Lexi was a bit confused about Madi inviting her dad, but Lexi didn’t want to dwell on it.

Cillian thought over the idea for a second. The idea of going and watching lexi play made his face start to get hot and a small blush creeped onto his face. He was quick to shake his head to recompose himself and then he replied ‘Y-yeah I guess I could go, I don’t have anything better to do I guess. Never really been to a volleyball game before, so i’ll try my best to be a good cheerleader”

His response made a giggle leave Lexi’s lips and she gave him a genuine smile for accepting to go. “Yay, well then now I have my own Murphy family cheerleaders”

Cillian and the two girls continued to lightly chat and catch up, but after a while Madi had grown bored and wanted to hang out with her friend instead of her dad. So in a moment of slightly awkward silence Madi spoke up, “Well it was nice to catch up with you dad, but me and lexi got some unpacking to do” her blunt manner was apparent and she had grabbed her bags she had previously thrown on the ground, and started to head up the stairs.

Lexi listened to her friend and gave Cillian an awkward half smile before she grabbed her heavy bags that she had placed on the couch. Cillian could tell that Lexi’s bags were heavy, seeing her slightly struggle to lift it off the cushion. Before Lexi could get on the first step of the stairs, Cillian grabbed her bags straight from her hands. Lexi kept walking up the stairs but she looked back at Cillian with a thankful smile on her lips. Once they got to the top of the stairs Lexi took back her bags, still having a sweet smile directing it towards Cillian.

“Thank you Mr.Murphy” Lexi said simply, her smile and tone causing butterflies in his chest.

Lexi continued towards Madi’s room. When Lexi arrived she saw Madi had already opened up her bags and started to put stuff away. Lexi plopped her heavy bags on the bed and followed Madii in emptying out their belongings. The two girls were quietly talking and giggling with each other. Unknowing to the girls Cillian was in the doorway slightly smiling to himself seeing his daughter and Lexi having such simple and peaceful fun. Cillian so badly wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation, wanting to know what was so funny, or if there was some big information that he was unaware of. But after a few minutes Cillian decided to leave the girls alone, and headed to his office down the hall.

Cillian could barely think, his face was flushed and his chest tight from the memory of Lexi’s face. She was so tender and so genuine. He could tell she was still nervous to be here, acting like she hadn't stayed here plenty of times. Cillian could still hear the faint sounds of the girls' laughs and giggles. He couldn’t help but let a smile crack, he was happy that his daughter had been friends with such a wonderful woman. But after about thirty minutes the laugher had stopped, it was eerily silent, he let his thoughts run rampant. Maybe one of them said something wrong, maybe they had snuck out the window, maybe one of the girls had been hurt. He knew he was worrying over nothing but he decided to go and check in on them. He walked out of his office and back down the hall to his daughters room. Cillian was shocked to see it was just Madi in the room, laying on her bed on her phone.

“Where’s Lexi?” He asked genuinely curious, he noticed her bags were now empty but still there.

“She had to leave for practice, she’ll be back later tonight. She said that we don’t have to wait for her for dinner. Her ‘friend’ Boone was gonna drop off some food for her after practice” Madi answered in a casual tone, her eyes never leaving her phone.

“Oh-Okay” Cillian said almost breathlessly. He left the doorway and went back to his office. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Lexi might have a boyfriend. He knew he had no right to feel jealous or inferior, but he couldn’t help it. How did he not know about this, Madi tells him everything, why would this need to be hidden from him.

(I know its short but its like a epilouge so I promise the next part will be longer)

#cillian fic #cillian murphy #cillian fluff

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Mr Sangster p2

Media irl

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating sweet af

Concept my daughter's teacher

I blushed hard sat on my bed Luna fast asleep in her bedroom, I was texting Thomas back and forth as we had been for weeks almost non stop even sending each other little pictures from our days, of our coffee, what we wore today, his paperwork, the garden, all sorts of things back and forth with each other.

How was work today?

Ughhh- I don't even want to begin

Sorry for asking

No no, Thursdays are hard. Got a few of the kids forced to be there so it doesn't make a good environment

Ahhh poor you X

Yeah poor me, atleast I have your sweet messages and pictures to cheer me up X

You like random pictures of my coffee mugs that much?

Ummm I do X plus it reminds me to go refill my own coffee

Maybe I should send you nicer pictures in Thursdays

Well they'd be appreciated X

I should let you get some sleep

It's okay, I don't mind staying up and chatting with you besides I miss you days I'm working I don't get to chat as much

I miss you too, but I just don't want to bother you

Your never a bother y/n X

Your too sweet to me

Well stop being so cute then X

I can't help it

I know you can't, I wanted to ask you something actually

Oh?

You mentioned, Luna is going out tomorrow night? For a sleepover?

Yes why?

I was wondering as she'll be out all night did you wanna maybe go out to dinner with me?

Really?

Absolutely,

I'd love too X

Great, how's about I pick you up at six?

Sounds perfect xx

I sat finishing up at my vanity Luna long at her friends house for the evening, I heard the door so I gave my hair a last minute check and sprayed my perfume before heading down handbag in hand and opening the door

"AHH there you are" Thomas smiled on my doorstep in his black suit and red shirt his jacket on his arm the shirt open to expose his chain as always

"Sorry"

"No worries, I'm happy to wait I'd your going to look that beautiful" he smiled "for you" he smiled moving a hand from behind him revealing a beautiful bouquet of roses

"Awwww there beautiful, thank you very much"

"Your welcome"

"Let me put these in some water and we'll go" I smiled quickly getting them in some water to arrange properly tomorrow "shall we?"

"Absolutely" he smiled offering his hand so I happily took it locking up as he lead me to his car.

It was a wonderful night sitting in a circular booth together laughing and chatting all the while he slowly got closer not that I minded as I did it too we talked about everything and nothing much like we usually did though letters and texts

"I'm really happy I met you y/n"

"I'm really happy I met you too Thomas"

"Did you want to… go out with me again?"

"Absolutely, so long as you wanted to go out with me again"

"I definitely would like to" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss "in fact I your not too busy tomorrow night? I'd love to take you to a movie"

"That would be nice but Luna"

"Of course. Just let me know when your free"

"I will"

"I uhhh I really like you y/n"

"I really like you too Thomas"

"You know, Dan the science teacher at school says that couples often decide within the first few seconds of a date weather or not they want to see the date again and if they can imagine a…relationship with them"

"I think that's true subconsciously at least"

"I think it's true"

"You do?"

"yeah. I think within the first few seconds of meeting you on that parents evening I think I decided I liked you. And wanted you to be my girlfriend"

"You did?'

"Yeah, sorry that probably sounds a little crazy'

"No no, not at all. I think it's sweet" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "and maybe in a few more little dates I wouldn't mind you being my boyfriend"

"You wouldn't?"

"No"

"Well I'll make sure to plan out those dates then" he smiled

We shared desert and he paid even if I tried to protest and we took a nice slow drove home in the sweet darkness at points I almost fell asleep against his shoulder with his jacket wrapped around me to keep me warm he even walked me to my door

"Here" I said trying to give back his jacket

"Keep it, give it back to me next time"

"If you're sure, it was a wonderful night thank you very much Thomas I had a lovely time"

"I did too. Just let me know when you have a free night and I'll take you out again we'll go see a movie"

"And ill pay this time"

"We'll see" he laughed "well have a nice night y/n"

"You too drive safe Thomas" I smiled

"I'll try, just for you" he smiled back I blushed a little looking at him and he blushed a little too before closing the gap between us pressing his lips to my own I happily kissed back even if all the heat was rushing to my cheeks till we each pulled away "I'll text you in the morning"

"Yeah I'll text you in the morning, bye"

"Bye" he smiled, giving me another kiss before he returned to his car.

I smiled as I woke gently, snuggled with the pillow where I had rested thomas' jacket even though we had been on lots more dates. He wouldn't take it back but it was nice. I liked still having it, especially as it smelt like him. I heard my alarm so I forced myself up and got dressed for today as today was going to be a very important day I made sure I looked pretty and did my usual perfume, I quickly texted him before I hurried downstairs making sure everything was as perfect as it could Luna sat at the table in the conservatory doing some drawings.

"Morning sweetie"

"Morning mama. You seen happy today"

"I am dear. Very happy today" I smiled getting apple for breakfast

"Why are you so happy?"

"Well, we have a guest today" I smiled sitting at the table with her

"A guest?"

"A guest. That mummy likes very much and I think it's important to make sure my little lady likes him too" I smiled "especially your going to be a big thirteen year old this October and you'll be allowed to be at home all by yourself at least during the day"

"So I get to meet your lovely boyfriend"

"We'll be introduced too" I smiled and the door knocked so I rushed over answering it quickly and he stood in his jeans blue button down and his motorbike jacket his helmet in hand

"Hi honey" he smiled giving me a kiss

"Hi, you got here fast?"

"I was only in town, had to pop to the bank" he shurgs

"Alright, coffee?"

"Ohh thank god yes! I'm dying" he says setting his helmet on the side wand his jacket on the usual hook the space I had made for him and his motorbike stuff when he visits

"Alright come on though"

"Psst"

"Yes?" I giggled heading to the kitchen to make coffee

"Where is she?"

"Conservatory"

I made us each a coffee and even made Luna some juice taking them all to the table in the conservatory sitting them in the table she noticed immediately the additional mug across from her so I could sit between them taking my seat and generally indicating for him towards the chair, he nervously came and took the chair across from her and begrudgingly she didn't look up for a few moments, she hadn't met many of my boyfriend's in her life mostly because I haven't had very many but she was never thrilled about it so she sat drawing waiting for him to begin the conversation. But after a minute or two or was obviously he wasn't going to start so she looked up and seemed immediately confused glancing at him, then at me, then back to him

"Hi, Mr Sangster"

"Hi Luna" he smiled

"....why are you in my house?"

"Well your mother invited me"

"Mr Sangster is your boyfriend?" She asks me and I nodded she glared at him a moment deep in her thoughts "okay"

I let out a sigh of relief

"Do you have any stickers with you?"

"I don't sorry Luna."

"Fine. But you can't tell me when to do my homework"

"I'm not going to, I mean I can recommend you do your-"

"No"

"Alright. I accept that as a boundary. And I can't tell you any answers. We have a deal?" He offered his hand to her

"...deal" she agreed giving it a shake "how will this affect school?" She asks

"Well, unfortunately I won't be able to be your English teacher next year but I've made sure you're going somewhere good your going to Mr Brown's class. There will be… information you learn about me that you'll have to keep secret. And I'm not allowed to help you with anything" he explained

"That makes sense, do you like my mama?'

"I do very much"

"Will you be nice to her?'

"I'll do my best'

"Alright, or we will have problems" she says going to get more juice

"I feel very threatened"

"She's twelve?"

"You haven't seen her fight in the yard I have. I am every right to be afraid"

"But you seem to be accepted at least for now"

"For now. I'll have to make sure I look after you"

"You will" I giggled leaning my arm on the table and my chin on my arm

"I'll do my best" he smirked doing the same before leaning in to give me a sweet kiss

"Weird" Luna says from the doorway

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musicshot-project · 4 months

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[ 💛 || morning sunday ]

[ The alarm was usually off in the weekends so the band could have longer sleep. But Sunny and K_K are the ones who always wake up early. what about Sweet? Sunny forcefully cast a sleep spell on them for being too stubborn again ]

[ The blanket shuffled as the cd player stretches with a yawn. He looked at Mark sleeping beside him. He slowly wrapped his arms around the dj and tries to drag him out of the bed. His bandmate held the blanket. ] " nghh...Cakes it's too early.... " [ Mark groaned ] " It's already 8am~ " " But it's Saturday...! " " It's Sunday. " " It's still weekends... "

[ The cd player only chuckled ] " ^_^ alright. You can go back to sleep if you want but don't miss breakfast, okay~? " " Okay~ "

[ Mark gave a thumbs up and he's been dropped in the bed snoring already. ]

[ Cakes did his morning routine as he went to the kitchen to start preparing a meal for everyone. Sunny had already cooked french toast and rice with mangoes for Cap'n. Cakes will start for the rest ]

[ meanwhile in a shared bedroom, Lemony and Nebula had oddly slept in a difficult position. quite understandable these two had been in a rough time during their school year and haven't had enough sleep at all. Nebula's blanket barely covers it and its about to fall off the bed. it probably had those genes from its father. Nebula rolled over and unsurprisingly fell off the floor ] " I FINISHED MY HOMEWORK!! " [ It yelled which made Lemony jumped out of the bed either ] " ahh! Nebula! " " wha..? " [ It rubbed its head from having a vivid dream. college must've got Nebula really stressful. ] " oh sorry. I thought It's still thursday. " " you went really messed up.. " " oh shut up and just go back to sleep.. "

[ the feathered speaker climbed back on its bed to get itself comfortable. Lemony just remembered she had a secret date going this weekend. It ran out of the room to grab some breakfast and get ready ] [ dashing down the stairs to the kitchen ] " hey poppy! is this toast for us? " " hm? oh yeah! grab some if you want~! " [ K_K smiled ]

[ Lemony quickly grabbed two french toast and ran again but Sunny stopped them ] " woah woah! Lemony dear! Why are you in a hurry? It's Sunday~! " " o-oh! I have uuhm... stuff to do! I have to go eerm... see a friend! "

" oh? " [ Sunny tilted. Cakes just remembered that Lemony asked if they're okay to go out since the other and they allowed them to. ] " Have you told Mark yet~? " [ The cd player asked ]

[ Lemony blinked unsure what to response. it haven't told him anything yet. Not anything about having a secret date because it knew he would freak out. Most parents support and happy for their child for having a lover but some don't for many reasons. Lemony bit its lip ] " No I haven't yet...I forgot.. I'll tell him later when he wakes up! " [ unfortunate they're not going to tell him because they're really in a hurry but she'll text him later if she has to ]

" ok_K~! have fun with your friends! ^_^ "

#MS[[word]]#[S3]#It's monday tho I just wanna write more MS

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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 2 years

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Hello!!!

Happy Valentine's day 💖 I hope your rehearsals are going well and that you and Jerry are officially besties!! You're a pisces moon?!? I'm a pisces sun so I'm also emotional, hence why i cry at anything i find beautiful 😂😭

I'm seeing Into the Woods on Thursday and I'm so excited! I hope you've been able to see some more live performances! Also J'Nai Bridges, the woman who played Delilah in the performance of Samson and Delilah that i saw just announced she's also going to be playing Carmen in Carmen in Chicago!! I sadly won't be able to see it, but if there are promo videos I'll send them your way!!

Also, that pic of your doggo is so cute😍!!! And the bouquet of flowers your gf got you are so beautiful!!!! Anyways, I hope you have a happy Valentine's and a great rest of the week! We're finally getting some sunshine in Seattle and I hope you're getting some too!!

-paganini anon

P.S. here's a cute lil Valentine's day song to add to your playlist of the day: Salut D'Amour

P.P.S idk if the song link actually worked, but it's the Itzhak Perlman version!

Hi Paganini Anon!

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 💗 I hope you had a wonderful day.

Ahhh thank you! We’re performing Brahms for our next concert- I’m so excited! And thank you 😌 Jerry is an icon. Yes, I’m a Pisces moon!! Ahh a fellow Pisces- I’ve always thought that Pisces are one of the best Zodiacs tbh.

Ooo Into the Woods! I hope you have a fantastic time on Thursday, I’m so excited for you!! Pls tell me all about it (if you want to haha). That’s so funny that you brought up Carmen bc a friend and I were just talking about it!! I’m going to have to look up J’Nai Bridges!! I’m considering buying tickets to see Hilary Hahn in a few months. She’s performing a Bach recital that sounds amazing and I would do anything for her tbh.

Ah thank you 😭 Charlie is full of energy and so crazy but I love her. And thank you omg, she surprised me with them and I legit cried lmao. Aw thank you sm, it was really nice and peaceful- my gf and I actually watched an episode of WandaVision!! I’m so glad y’all are getting some sunshine in Seattle! We had some sun earlier in the week and now it’s gloomy again 😭

The p.s. awww!! I think my mobile tumblr app hates me and wouldn’t open the link but I love Itzhak AND Salut d’amour!! I learned that in college around Valentine’s Day for a recital lab I think. Ahh thank you, this made my day. Thank you as always for the asks, I hope you’re having a great week! 💜✨

#Paganini Anon #asks

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whatliesabove-blog1 · 7 years

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small, quiet room

Chapter twelve | ao3

"No?" Jonathan grits out, eyes a little wild. "I'm—I just found out that the person I thought was my dad for my entire life isn't and you just say no? Mom..."

"Jonathan, honey," she starts. Her fingers squeeze his and this time he does pull away, instead runs them through his hair. "I know... I know this is a lot and it's something you should've known from the start—"

He snorts. "Yeah, I think I should have." Exhaling, he looks at her with a shrug. "So who is it, then? Who's my dad?"

Joyce hesitates, mouth opened slightly but no sound coming out. Pulling her lips together, she swallows, gives her son a look of complete sympathy. Mixed with guilt. Definitely some guilt.

She doesn't... she needs to tell him, she knows, but she just can't help but feel like she needs to tell someone else first.

"He's... Listen, sweetheart, I promise I'm going to tell you," she assures him, and he gives her an incredulous look, one she hasn't seen in her seventeen years as his mother. It's not a look she wants to see ever again.

"But you're not going to tell me now," he surmises, sliding back. The chair screeches against the tiled flooring and makes her wince.

Instinctively she reaches out to grab at his arm to keep him from leaving. She doesn’t want to let him go, can't let him run off right now, not when emotions are so high and she doesn't know what he'll do to blow of steam.

"Jonathan, please."

"Please what," he asks, his shoulders slumped in what looks to be almost defeat. She doesn't want that either. "Please... understand that you've kept a huge secret from me? Please stay and listen to you not tell me who my father is?"

"I will, baby, I'm going to tell you," she promises, staring up at him with tears in her eyes. They're from both sadness and frustration and she doesn't even know which one is the dominant emotion right now. "But I need to..."

Something like realization sparks in his eyes. "He doesn't know, does he? That he has a kid?"

That's a loaded question; he doesn't know he has another kid, more like it, but she won't make the distinction right now. He'll figure it out soon enough, as soon as he knows who his father is.

"Does he know about me?" he asks again, rephrasing it this time in hopes she'll break the silence she's taken on.

"No," she croaks, accompanied by the tiniest shake of her head. Averting her gaze, she can't look at her son. "He doesn't know."

Jonathan makes a pained little noise in the back of his throat and when she chances a glance up, he's shaking his head, rubbing at the back of his neck with one of his hands. He's always been so much older, wiser than his years, but right now he looks like a small boy.

"At least I can't hold that against him then," he muses, and a sharp jolt goes through her chest at the insinuation that he might hold this against her. She can't say she'd blame him, not after how long she's kept something so monumental from him, but she hopes beyond hope he won't. Not for long, at least. "I'm strangely glad I wasn't the only one kept in the dark."

Standing from her chair, she takes a step towards Jonathan but he backs away, effectively splintering her heart down the middle.

"Jonathan..."

Her voice is shaky, eyes watery, and her hands tremble where they reach out at nothing before curling into her chest.

"I just need some time, okay," he says, rubbing harshly at his eyes. He moves his hands around, gestures at nothing in particular, before blowing out a frustrated breath. "I need to go... think this through."

She opens her mouth to say something but he shakes his head.

"I'm not doing anything stupid."

"Okay," she says, her voice a light rasp, because that's all she can say.

As much as she doesn’t want to, she owes it to him to let him go, to let him process what he's just learned in his own way and his own space. She gets that; it doesn't mean she won't worry, won't panic herself into another anxiety attack until he returns and she knows he's safe and sound.

Without another word he moves around her, grabs his bag from where he'd put it earlier, and closes the door. It slams louder than she knows he intended it to; he's not an angry kid. A little broody, sure, and he has his moments, but furiously slamming a door has never been his thing.

She doesn't think much of it and slides back down into the chair, tears on her cheeks and her face in her open palms.

While she knew Jonathan wouldn't exactly be happy about the news if he found out, she did think he'd take it a little better. Then again, maybe he handled it exactly as she'd expect. Some frustration, some betrayal in those eyes, but he didn't scream or throw things. That was always Lonnie's way of dealing with conflict; Jonathan's quieter, more likely to run through everything in that busy head of his first.

"Mom?"

Snapping her head up, she hastily swipes beneath her eyes before turning to look at her boy. "Hi, honey," she says. The sniffle and red-rimmed eyes, matched with the tear stains on her cheeks, give her away, but she musters a smile for him anyway.

He shouldn't have to be pulled into this.

"What's wrong?" Will asks, taking a few slow steps towards her. "Where'd Jonathan go? I heard you guys yelling."

"We just—there's something I have to talk to Jonathan about and he needs some time to process it first."

His big eyes, such replicas of her own, look thoughtfully at her. "Is it... something bad? Is he in trouble?"

"No, baby," she promises, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer. "He's not in trouble, and it's not something bad. It's just something different, and something that'll be an adjustment for all of us."

"Me too?"

Joyce pauses, considers her next move. In a way it does affect Will.

Once Hopper and Jonathan know the truth, there are so many ways this could play out. They could both want to get to know each other in this new way; one could want that while the other could want nothing to do with it; both of them could choose to keep things how they are and change nothing about the dynamics. She truly hopes it's not the middle option, because if it is she knows it'll be Hopper rejecting Jonathan and not the other way around—she knows he's upset now, but she has a feeling Jonathan will come around—and she doesn't know if he can deal with that. She doesn't know if she can.

Then, of course, Hopper could be furious with her and choose to cut ties. This would result in a new level of awkward and tense, and could potentially influence the time El spends in her house and therefore with Will.

She really hopes that doesn't happen, especially after how close they've gotten recently, but Hop has every right to be angry.

If he chooses to cut her off she can only hope it'll either be temporary or, if all else fails, they leave the kids out of it. They don't have to suffer for a choice she made nearly two decades ago, long before they were even born.

"Yeah," she finally breathes, "it might affect you too, sweetie."

Will nods a little, then turns to wrap his other arm around her shoulder and give her a real hug. "It'll be okay," he says, his voice so confident and pure she can't help the small sob that breaks free.

"I hope so, Will," she admits into his neck, squeezing him tighter. "Thank you."

She needs to tell Hopper.

She 100%, absolutely, positively needs to tell Hopper, both because he deserves to know and because she needs to tell Jonathan but she can't feel content doing that until Hopper knows. Ignoring the million and one ways this colossal shit show wouldn't be happening if she'd just listened to Karen that day in the diner, she gathers every ounce of pride she has and chucks it out the window.

This isn't about her, it's about her son. Everything that happens from here on out has to be done in Jonathan's best interest and with his feelings in mind.

That's how she finds herself sitting in the police station's parking lot in her little green car. She hasn't gotten out yet, but she feels even driving here and pulling into the lot is a pretty big first step.

She told Will that she had to go take care of a few errands and made sure he was comfortable staying at home for what could be a few hours, depending on how the errands pan out. He, of course, assured her he was fine and would be fine for however long they took.

With trepidation, Joyce looked into the bathroom mirror at her reflection. She felt seventeen years old again, staring at herself, all puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. She cleaned her face and, with a soft hand, re-applied what little makeup she wore to make herself feel like a functioning adult. It's a placebo effect, of that she has no doubt, but it makes her feel even a little more put together than she actually is.

And when her entire life seems to be cracking at the seams, crumbling from the top down and barely being held together with glue and tape, she'll welcome anything that can make it seem a little less chaotic, a little less broken.

After ten minutes, she turns off the car and slings her small bag over her shoulder. Step two.

Step three is getting out of the car, which she manages after another five minutes of psyching herself up.

She's carried on shaky legs down the sidewalk and through the front doors, and when she's greeted by Flo with a slightly bewildered look (whether by her disheveled, despite her best efforts, appearance, or by her mere presence alone she has no idea) and a hi, Joyce, she almost loses it.

Every fiber of her being is screaming at her to run, her flight response kicking into high gear, but she stands her ground.

"Hi, Flo," she greets warmly, offering the woman a smile. "Is Hopper in?"

"I think he's just run out for a coffee, honey," Flo says. "Complains about the sludge here day in and day out, and I finally told him to buy his own if he's so bothered."

Joyce laughs, a real laugh, because Flo's sass is exactly the change of pace she needs right now. "Ah," she breathes, her lips curled upwards. "Typical Hop."

"You can say that again," Flo replies, already busying herself with something or another. "I'm not sure how long he'll be but you can wait in his office if you're going to hang around. Sure he won’t mind."

Nodding, she leaves the main area and walks the familiar path to Hopper's office. She hasn't been in here since Will was gone, and lowering herself into that chair brings back painful memories of waiting while her boy’s well-being remained up in the air. Of anxious energy all bottled in her body as she forced herself to sit as rigid as she could; any sudden movements threatened to break the seal, to let the nerves out with no way to stop them.

Joyce feels a little like that now.

It's twenty minutes before she hears the familiar grumble of Hopper's deep voice down the hall, and in those twenty minutes she's managed to work herself into a near frenzy. Contained as it may be, relegated to simply her mind and the energy seeping from her fingertips, it's thrumming with every beat of her heart.

"Joyce."

Twisting in the chair, startled despite knowing he was coming, she looks at him. She must look as deer-in-the-headlights as she feels because he merely blinks at her for a few seconds, concern building behind his features, before moving forward.

"What's wrong?" he asks, gaze intense.

She clears her throat, rights herself in her seat and waits for Hop to round his desk. "It's Jonathan."

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Hopper asks. He leans forward, elbows propped on a stack of papers as he waits for more information.

"I don't know," she says honestly.

"You don't know where he is or if he's okay?"

She hopes he's okay, but there's no real way to know; she wouldn't blame him if he's not.

"No," she admits, but then her eyes are screwing shut in frustration, head shaking. "No, but he's not—it's nothing like that. It's not like Will."

"Okay." He drags the word out, brows furrowed. "I'm not following."

Blowing a breath out, she locks eyes with him. "He's... upset with me, for good reason, and he's gone somewhere to think. To process some things."

"So he's just blowing off some steam. I know you worry about those boys and hey, I get it, but Jonathan's a smart kid. He'll come back when he's ready."

She watches as he relaxes, leans back in his chair because he thinks that's it, that's all she came for. Just Joyce being a little overprotective of her son.

She almost laughs in spite of herself; she wishes it were that easy.

"I know, I'm not worried about Jonathan coming home. I mean—I know he will," she amends. Nothing's coming out how she wanted it to. "He's rightfully upset, so I'll give him as long as he needs."

"Jeez, Joyce, what'd you do to the poor kid?" Hopper laughs. Wincing, she can feel the tears prick at the backs of her eyelids. When she doesn't laugh with him, doesn't make a quip and instead blinks in an attempt to keep the waterworks at bay, he reaches forward. "What is it?"

"What Jonathan found out is something I should've told him a long time ago," she breathes, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's something I should've told you, too, and you're—you're gonna hate me, Hop."

"What?" he scoffs. "What'd the kid find out?"

Slow and steady, Joyce.

"They did blood typing tests in their biology class today."

Hopper's face pales a little. "Did something come back? Is he sick?"

She shakes her head quickly. "No, no. It's nothing like that," she assures him. "Jonathan's fine. It was just a test that tells them their blood types."

"Oh," he says, confusion laced in his tone. "He didn't know his blood type before?"

"No. But that's not—that's not the point," she sighs. She takes a steeling breath; this isn’t his fault. "Jonathan's A+. I'm B- and Lonnie's A-."

Hopper groans, rubbing at his eyes. "I've barely had my coffee, Joyce, I don't know what any of this means."

"Two parents with negative blood types can't have a baby with a positive blood type," she grinds out quickly, rattling off the information Jonathan had told her earlier, information she'd previously been unaware of.

It clicks.

"Jonathan's not Lonnie's son."

Joyce gives a small shake of her head. "No."

She can tell the gears are turning in his head by the conflicted, far away look on his face. He's not looking at her but at a spot far past her left shoulder, eyes a little squinted. Looking down, she watches his fingers curl and uncurl around one of the pencils on his desk.

"That's why you asked me what my blood type was, isn't it? Not because you saw something about rare blood types."

"Yes."

His breathing quickens, as if he didn’t expect her to say he was right.

"Is he...” His forehead wrinkles. “Is Jonathan..."

Her chin quivers as her eyes lift to his, everything he needs to know written in the dark brown of her glassy gaze. Hopper leans harshly back against his chair, nearly toppling it backwards before he rights himself. The pencil bends in his grip.

“I don’t even know what I’m... supposed to say to that," he gets out. He doesn’t look at her, and it hits her all at once that he probably can’t. “Fuck, Joyce.”

They’re silent for a few moments and she almost wishes he’d say something else. Anything else. Yell, scream, something.

The silence is deafening and it’s gnawing at her.

"I know—"

"No, you don't," he snaps, finally, eyes flying to hers, and oh. There’s a spark burning in them she's never seen before; not a warm, calm flame, but one that crackles and pops until it's a full blown explosion. "You kept this from me for seventeen years. A son. Our son. My son."

Hearing Hopper refer to Jonathan as our son nearly does her in. Her heart constricts painfully in her chest and suddenly it’s a little hard to breathe.

"Why?" She opens her mouth, doesn't know what she's going to say but ready to say it anyway, when he holds up a hand. "Actually no; no, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you kept my kid from me, Joyce."

Hopper stands from his chair, scrubs a hand down his face, and she's so terrified he's going to walk out that she nearly flies out of her own seat. She stands in front of him, extends an arm to put a hand on his forearm but he jerks it out of her reach.

Joyce swallows back the lump in her throat.

"Does he know?"

"No," she whispers. "That's part of why he's upset, because I wouldn't tell him who it was yet. I wanted to—I wanted to tell you first."

He lets out a mirthless laugh and it's so unlike him, so cold it freezes the blood in her veins.

"Now you want to tell me," he muses, putting his hat back onto his head. "After the kid found out and you were pushed into a corner."

"Hop, please..."

"I need to go. I need to—I can't be here right now." Moving around her, he dodges any of her attempts to touch him. When he does look at her, it's one part anger and one part pure sadness and it threatens to cripple her right there. "I can't be around you right now, Joyce."

Her face falls, hot tears cascading down her cheeks, but she lifts one hand to her mouth and manages the smallest of nods.

She doesn't look at him.

"If I stay, I'll do something I regret, so I have to..." His voice trails off, and then he's gone, disappearing down the hall in quick strides until he's completely out of sight.

Joyce hiccups, every ounce of composure she had crumbling, bit by bit, until it's an avalanche. She sobs into her palm, her entire body shaking as she leans against the closest solid object and slides to the floor. Legs curled up to her chest, she lets her head fall back until it slams into the wooden side of the desk.

Staring at the ceiling, she doesn't even try to wipe at her face, knows she hasn’t cried herself out yet and it’ll be a waste.

At least, she thinks to herself, he said he can't be around her right now. The phrasing implies there will be a time, hopefully in the near future, that he will be able to be around her.

It's all she can hope for.

#jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #joyce x hopper #ahh happy thursday friends!

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hidden Gems by @gryffindorhearts

You probably already know GH for her gorgeous and soothing artwork - like this perfect ethereal Luna, soft road trip romance or that delicious and self-indulgent dripping Draco - or for her creative art reclists - this is one of my faves! - but did you know that she’s also an incredibly talented writer? Lys has published a couple gems that touched me in different ways. Today I want to take the time to highlight her charming short reads which include some of my favorite tropes but with her special touch to it. Pretty much like her art, her words are light, gentle and meaningful so believe me when I say these short stories will stay with you for a little while after you’re done basking in their atmosphere. They have just the right amount of sweet sweet aching, quiet contemplation and subtle tension, perfectly capturing the adult life I envision for them. Happy Thursday and go treat yourself!

Remembrall (2021, T, 1.3k) - the sweetest crossword fic you’ll ever read, charming and full of domestic bliss!

Mornings at Grimmauld Place have a typical routine: Draco makes the tea and reads the Daily Prophet. Harry is only allowed to begin the exploding crossword puzzle after he has finished. Harry's Quidditch-induced concussion has only thrown a minor wrench in their morning plans.

This Time Again (Next Year) (2021, T, 1.8k) - one of my favourite get together shorts, their chemistry is off the charts, tense and tender at once, and I love the soft realization guided by that hopeful, wistful feeling typical of new year festivities.

At thirty minutes to midnight on New Year’s Eve, Harry is buried under a mountain of paperwork. Only Malfoy, his long-time coworker and one-time lover, could have any hope of distracting him.

Put Some Time Aside (To Fall Apart) (2022, T, 3k) - professors and friends to lovers goodness! Love their easy friendship and the quiet tension in that dueling class, ahh the anticipation before they kiss 💋

They're meant to teach the second-years how to duel in an hour, only Malfoy's running late again, and Harry's arm is still sore from a nasty bludger hit. Scared, Potter? In the dusk-lit light of Harry's corner classroom, they prepare their lesson in more ways than one.

Witness Marks (2022, M, 15.5k) - the vampire mystery I didn’t know I needed with competent and meticulous clockmaker Draco (!!!) working together with Harry! Excellent world building, tension and an exciting plot twist within 15k, truly a delight.

No one comes to Cogg and Bell's with a working clock. After all, it’s Draco's job to repair what’s broken and put time – quite literally – back in order. When Harry Potter waltzes in a few decades after the War, red Head Auror robes flashing, Draco expected to serve as a consultant on a case. Instead, Harry offers him the broken Weasley family clock, and with it, the chance to live in the present for once.

#hidden gems s2

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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It Was Always You

a Zevihan, University AU fic

prompt by @renrampant - a zeke, levi, hange love triangle, angst with a happy ending

it's not that angsty, but i hope you like it anyway!

ao3 link here! or read below:

They were 3 months into a new school year—new faces all around, yet the same old granola bar wrappers on the quiet floors of the library, fresh coffee rings staining the cafe tables on the first floor, newly opened pen packs ripped and filling trash cans.

It was the same old thing—not much had changed over the past 3 years that he had started working part-time as one of the night-shift janitors at the university down the street.

Levi sighed and grabbed his favorite broom from the closet and began walking the halls of the 2nd floor. It was calming work for the most part, only the sound of keyboard clacking from night owl studiers and the calm starry night sky to keep him company. He swept down the long hallway of desks until he reached the door at the very end. He stared up, and grabbed a cleaning rag from his pocket.

“Staff Lounge” engraved on the placard on the door shined back at him as he polished it off.

Well, maybe it wasn’t as calming as it used to be, he thought. Come to think of it, one thing had changed over the past 6 months.

He remembered the first time he met them—the memory was engraved so deeply in his mind, it felt like it was just yesterday.

——

“Hi, my name’s Hange, what’s yours!”

Levi continued to clean quietly around the lounge.

“Aw come on, Shorty! What’s your name?”

“…Levi”

“Ahh, Levi huh…”

They spun around in their seat, only to place their index finger right on the ass-pocket of their jeans.

“What the hell?!” Levi exclaimed as Hange pointed at their own butt.

“Your name! Just like the jeans!” They whispered excitedly, pointing at the brand name logo on the top edge of the pocket.

They stared as a bright red blush spread quickly over Levi’s cheeks. They burst out into fits of laughter, snickering at him for the rest of the night, Levi grumbling every time he passed them giggling.

And ever since then, the sound of their laugh rang in his head whenever he saw them, and the sound of it never failed to bring a strange sense of relief.

——

He pushed open the door, and there they were, right on cue.

On it went, their own little Thursday night ritual, nearly every week over the past 6 months.

Every Thursday night, he found them there, littering the floor with crumbs and littering their student’s exams with coffee stains. And almost always, he’d hear them typing away on their laptop as he cleaned around them, so engrossed in their work that he almost felt like a ghost to them.

But just like clockwork, he made his rounds on the other floors, returning at 3am to find Hange’s alarm waking them up from their short power nap, lifting their head only to find Levi sitting on the couch next to them, two warm mugs of tea in hand.

——

“I definitely found another one of your students,” Levi said as he handed Hange a freshly brewed mug of tea.

“Oh yeah? You’re getting good at this!” they said as they playfully punched Levi in the shoulder. “Which one this time?”

“The one that works too hard, the blonde boy. He was spending time with dark haired kids, one with a scarf, another with bright green eyes,” he said, shuddering at the mess of crumbs the latter made while waiting for his friends to finish studying each night.

“Armin!” Hange said, their eyes lighting up in pride while thinking about their best student.

And that had been their summer, Levi guessing over whether he found one of Hange’s summer students in the library late at night. The part that Levi had secretly loved was hearing and learning more about Hange through them all. The students adored Hange, and he couldn’t believe the lengths they went to be such a great professor. If he had teachers like that, maybe he would have stayed in school for longer, he thought.

—— But now, as Levi handed the tea to Hange, he tried to hide his disappointment when he heard a certain voice calling from the door.

He had heard how the new university professor, Zeke Yeager, would try to swoon Hange over the past few months—Levi heard all the gossip, a perk of working late nights at the university library. Apparently, most students thought the two were “cute” together but the thought of that made Levi retch.

“Oh, bye Levi!” Hange called, a genuinely disappointed pout on their face that Levi would never come to know—he was too upset to turn back every time the new professor came in to talk with Hange, sitting a little too close for his liking, and hugging them a little too tightly than he was comfortable with.

Levi closed the door softly behind him, listening the sounds of Hange’s laugh from the other side, probably laughing at some stupid joke Zeke was making. He sighed and walked onto continue working. As he climbed up to another floor, the hushed tones of gossip came from one of the study rooms.

“No way, Sasha, you’re ridiculous!”

“I’m telling you, Connie, Jean!”

Connie looked at Sasha, “Come on, you see Zeke leaving Hange notes on their desk! They laugh at whatever joke he writes on them!”

“That small old janitor dude? How could someone as sweet as Professor Hange could be in love with someone as grumpy as him? He yelled at me tracking a tiny bit of mud into the hallway! What, I can’t control the rain!”

“Okay, well my money’s on Professor Hange leaving with gloomy janitor after the staff and student holiday dance this weekend, I just know it—“

The three students were cut off as Levi pushed open the door, their jaws dropped at his sudden appearance.

Levi stared at their faces—his heart desperate to hear why this girl was so convinced he’d walk away with Hange this weekend, well…

No, he thought. He couldn’t just bribe students with Hange’s answer key to their exam—they’d be so disappointed in him.

He looked at the girl, who had a smirk on her face. “Oh fuck,” he said under his breath. “She could sense my weakness. This must be Sasha, huh…”

And there Levi was, back at the study room with a whole mess of snacks he bought from the 5th floor staff break room, Sasha, Connie, and Jean’s eyes sparkling with excitement at the bribe they just won.

“Now, talk.” Levi said curtly.

After Sasha explained everything with a mouthful of snacks, Levi cringing watching her talk with her mouth filled, he felt a vein pop up against his forehead in annoyance.

“That’s it?? That you just have a feeling Hange likes me more than Zeke??”

Levi stormed off, ashamed that he was just played by these college students.

Sasha ran out of the study room calling after him. “And I heard that Zeke as Hange to the dance, and Hange said yes!”

And there it was, yet another blow to Levi’s stomach, his shoulders slumped in disappointment as he continued on towards the other rooms he had to clean.

———

The day of the holiday dance came, and Levi sat quietly in his car. His hands balled into tight fists as he thought about the night before.

Their new little friend group—Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, and him all walked into their favorite bar together, planning to meet Hange there. Levi had Hange’s present he had made in his bag, and felt pretty excited to give it to them.

“Is that you smiling, Levi?” Nanaba teased. The glare on his face made Nanaba raise her hands up in surrender. “Okay okay jeez man, sorry I asked!” she exclaimed, but squeezed his shoulder anyway. “Don’t worry though, Hange’s gonna love your gift!” she whispered, giving Levi confidence.

When they all walked through the doors, there Hange was, sitting at their usual spot, waving happily. Their smile lit up the whole room and Levi felt himself moving faster towards them.

“Hi everyone!”

That voice—Levi stopped in his tracks as everyone kept walking.

Zeke?

Everyone greeted him fondly but Levi simply couldn’t move from where his feet felt like they were glued to the sticky bar floor. Levi watched as Zeke took Hange’s hand to kiss it, and Levi felt himself backing away immediately.

He felt his stomach do flips—this wouldn’t end well.

“Levi!” he heard Hange say as he ran out of the bar. And once again, Levi didn’t look back to see the sad disappointment on their face.

Levi ran through the doors back into the lot, felt himself retching until he began puking into the bushes.

A man with a questionable hairstyle shined a flashlight at Levi—the annoying bouncer again.

“Hey, you know doing that out here is finable—“ Erwin shoved passed him interrupting him mid-sentence. He slipped him some cash. “Here Floch, just go.” Floch smiled at the bribe and walked off with a bounce in his step, Erwin rolling his eyes.

He rushed over to Levi, but Levi started walking away quickly. “I think I ate something and my stomach isn’t sitting well with it, just, I’ll see you tomorrow at the dance hopefully,” Levi muttered, moving so quickly that Erwin couldn’t even stop him.

Levi sighed. He knew what he was gonna do—he just wanted Hange to have the Christmas gift he made for them. It didn’t really matter if Hange didn’t know he made it.

He stepped quietly into the university auditorium, straightening his tie. All was loud, the sounds of commotion from everyone talking and greeting each other, music playing from the live band on the other side of the room. The place was packed.

But there stood Zeke, his blonde head sticking out over the rest. “Stupid tall tree,” Levi thought as he made his way towards him begrudgingly.

“Here,” Levi said, shoving a wrapped gift in his hands. Levi turned to look across the crowd, seeing Hange smiling and laughing as they grabbed drinks with Nanaba. Levi’s gaze softened longingly, but he blinked his feelings away. “Here, give this to Hange. They’ll love you for it,” and left before Zeke could even say anything.

And for the rest of the night Levi sat with a beer in hand at all times, people like Moblit and Mike stopping by every once in awhile to chat. But Levi’s eyes stayed fixed on Hange and Zeke whenever they came near enough to see. Dancing together. Laughing together. Levi stared blankly, building a wall around his heart. As long as they were happy with Zeke, he thought, it’d be okay—at least that’s what he tried to convince himself.

Occasionally, Hange looked like they were squinting through the crowd looking for someone—probably Nanaba or something. He took another swig and turned to face the other tables.

His jaw nearly dropped as he saw the same students from the other night—Sasha, and whoever the other two dumb boys were. Snacks only available from a staff break room again. Levi almost laughed—these kids, what professor did they torment with information to receive such a bribe again?

The night went on until most students had gone, only staff members at various stages of intoxication left. The rest of his friends waved, Erwin dragging their drunk asses into his car.

“You’ll be okay to go home?” Erwin asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Levi answered. Erwin nodded and gestured towards Hange. “Make sure Hange gets home alright?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

Levi stood up to grab a water, only to be met by Hange grabbing him by the tie.

“I have been looking for you all night!” Hange slurred. Levi stabilized them by the shoulders.

“Hange, are you okay?”

They stumbled. Yeah, they needed to go home before they’d fall and hurt themselves.

“Hey Zeke, I’ll take Hange home.”

Zeke shook his head, “No, no don’t worry I got it, I should take my date home,” he said, just a little bit of delay in his words for Levi to know he probably couldn’t drive yet.

“Leeeeeeeviiii!” Hange said in a sing song voice as they leaned nearly all their weight on him, Levi almost struggling to keep them upright.

“Okay Zeke, the night is still going, I live right down the street from Hange.” Levi pointed down at Hange who was still leaning on him, babbling away. “But I think Hange really should go home, and I don’t think you’re sober enough to get them home.”

Zeke looked disappointed, but he obliged—Levi was right. He gestured for Hange to say goodbye, and he gave them a tight hug, and a kiss on the top of the head, which only made Levi look away. He waved as he left to join Pieck and Porco, and Levi was left with a stumbling Hange.

Levi helped them to his car, throwing their arm around his shoulder, and tried not look embarrassed as he supported their waist with his other hand. When he got Hange into the passenger seat safely, he made sure their dress was completely in not to get caught as he closed the door. He got in and turned the ignition, music turning on softly and heaters beginning to blow.

“Wow, thanks Levi for getting the hint!” They pulled their heels off in relief, leaning the chair back and relaxing.

“...What?” Levi asked, confused.

Hange turned to look him in the eye, cocking her head to the side.

“Thank... you... for... getting... the... hint!” Hange said slowly, enunciating each word carefully. No hint of slurring in their voice. Hange laughed heartily, and knocked her knuckles on his head, asking if anyone was home in that skull of his.

“Ow, what the hell!”

“Are YOU drunk Levi??? Oh my goodness, get out of the seat, I’ll drive!”

Before Hange could open the door, Levi grabbed their hand.

“Wait I’m sorry, are you sober??”

Hange looked confused.

“Duh??”

Levi yelled exasperated—“What the hell!”

“I— you thought I was drunk??” Hange threw their head back in laughter, leaving Levi in a puddle of confusion.

“I was acting! I thought you got the hint? Yknow, Zeke is very sweet and all, but he’s boring as hell! Well either way then, thanks for saving me!”

Levi facepalmed and began to make moves to drive.

“...You’re welcome, I guess,” Levi said under his breath still confused. As they drove, nothing was said for a few minutes, just the two of them, the empty night road, and the faint sound of jazz standards playing on Levi’s radio.

Hange finally broke the silence.

“Are... are you mad at me?”

Levi scoffed. “No, how could I be? Just, surprised is all.”

Hange smiled in their seat.

“Hmm um, did you want to grab ice cream? I’ll get your favorite, I’ll pay!”

Levi gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Sure,” he said as he turned down the road to the late night ice cream shop he knew to be their favorite.

“Thanks Levi!!”

Silence ensued again as Levi was still processing, until Hange decided to break it once again.

“One, because ice cream is the best, and also... so we can talk about your gift and what I heard from some of my students today...”

Levi’s eyes grew wide as he swiftly turned into the lot and hit the brakes.

“Excuse me??”

“Yeah!” Hange pulled the small leather journal he had bound himself, the quote, “Dedicate Your Heart” stitched into the inside cover. “I knew this wasn’t from Zeke, I mean, I only told you about the book I was reading. Only because one of the main characters fighting titans reminded me of you!”

Levi looked at Hange—it was all coming together, but this all still had him frazzled. He suddenly knew who probably bribed Sasha and them with all those snacks.

“Those students of yours really played us, huh?”

“What!” Hange exclaimed.

“Come on, Hange. I’ll tell you all about it over ice cream.” he got out of the car and rushed over to open Hange’s door. Levi reached out his hand, and Hange grabbed it, and continued to hold hands as they walked towards the ice cream shop together.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levihan fanfic #zekehan #zevihan #hange zoe #levi ackerman #levi x hange #hanji zoe #zeke yeager #sasha blouse #nanaba #erwin smith #jean kirschstein #connie springer

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years

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in which harry stumbles across your livestream.

a/n: alright lovelies! here is my submission for bificathon hosted by my two lovely friends @bopbopstyles & @harrysclementines !! my prompt is ‘harry accidentally stumbles upon a livestream of her and her friend’ and let me tell you, I SNATCHED THIS SO QUICK! its my first time writing gxg smut, so pls be nice :’). also september is bi awareness month, so happy bi month babies! you’re so all beautiful and valid <3

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It was Harry’s usual Thursday night when he found himself lying in his bed with his laptop on his lap and a plate of his dinner in his hands.

He was binge watching interior home designers on Netflix, letting out an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ as they revealed the finished homes, practically envisioning his future home the same way.

Thursday nights were practically the start of his weekend as he didn’t have classes on Fridays, and usually his friends and him would hang out, but he really just didn’t feel like going out nor did he have the social capacity to hang out and get drunk when he’s probably going to do that on Friday and Saturday.

He simply just wanted a break, and that included staying inside and watching interior designers flip a house completely different, and eating his dinner. And he wasn’t ashamed that he enjoyed it.

After a few episodes and an empty plate, Harry paused the next episode before it even started to put his plate away and grab a glass of water. As he was washing his plate, he heard the door open and close, followed by hushed giggles and whispers.

“Shh. Harry might be asleep,” a voice said, but he knew it was you. You knew that he liked to sometimes sleep early, but he thought it was too early to be asleep, seeing as it was only eight p.m.

“I’m actually in here,” he chuckled, making himself present with his voice.

“Oh!” You said surprisingly, and another laugh was heard.

You made your way to the kitchen, your guest following behind you as you saw Harry in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

“Hey, H,” you greeted.

“Hi, love. Have fun tonight?” He asked. You had went to the bar to chill out from the many essays you had to write and exams you had to take, and Thursday nights were also a start to your weekend as well, so fuck it.

“Yeah, I did, thanks for asking. This is Daniela, by the way,” you introduced the girl you had met at the bar.

You had seen Daniela right when you walked in as her and her friends were sitting at the table right next to the entrance, and she immediately caught your eye. She looked right back at you, giving you some flirty eyes herself as you were dragged away by your friends and straight to the bar.

After a few drinks and rounds of dancing with your best girlfriends, you saw Daniela walk over to the bar and order some drinks, so you decided that it was your chance to go up to her.

You two had immediately hit it off, getting to know one another. She told you that she was a lesbian, and you proudly told her that you were bisexual. You also found out that you’re both in the same bio-chem class together, which definitely raised the excitement as she suggested studying together and you happily said yes. Then there was dancing while you two were both buzzed, completely forgetting your friends as you grinded against each other and kissed, not caring that you were practically putting on a show for everyone around you.

And when you suggested that you took her home, she immediately said yes, and you dragged her outside as you waited for the Uber you called.

“Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, shaking her hand. “Her roommate and friend-”

“Best friend. C’mon, Harry, don’t put yourself lower than that,” you corrected and he smiled.

“Alright, alright. My bad,” he laughed.

“So, we’re gonna go to my room,” you winked him as Harry said ‘have fun’ before cleaning up a bit in the kitchen.

He was glad that one of you was getting laid. He also noticed how happy you were, which he absolutely adored, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that you came out a year ago, and you’re now living your life to the fullest and happiest, and that’s all he wants; is for you to be happy with yourself and in general.

Harry met you at the end of freshman year of college as your friend groups met up with each other at a bar. He was a bit more shy than the rest of his friends, and didn’t immediately mingle with everyone until a few drinks in. But as you introduced yourself to his friends, you noticed him sitting down at the bar, not interacting with anyone. You were also somewhat on the quiet side, but was able to handle introducing yourself, so you completely understood why Harry acted the way he did when you two met.

“Hey, not feeling it tonight?” You asked, taking a seat next to him.

“Eh, not one for going up to people and initiating a conversation,” he said nervously.

“I get that. Makes me nervous to go up to someone and talk to them, but I’m trying to get over that, so here’s me trying,” you chuckled as did he.

“Well, we gotta drink to that then,” he said, and it took him by surprise that he was able to make a joke and laugh.

It could have definitely been the liquid courage, but he was starting to warm up to you; joking around and becoming less tense as you two talked and drank. But that was because you were making him comfortable, to which he appreciated very much.

Since then, you two have been by each other’s side. He told you that your friends kind of intimidated him because they were very out there, and that made you laugh slightly because it was very true, but you made sure to be by his side whenever your groups hung out.

The group hangouts turned into one-on-one hangouts with just you and Harry. He was definitely more comfortable with you, and he really enjoyed your company and presence.

Both of your friends had expected you two to end up together, but you two realized that you were better off as friends—who knows if you two will end up together, but for now, you were happy being best friends with him as was he.

It was a year, the end of sophomore year, when you wanted to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t like you didn’t like your friends and roommates, but sometimes you wanted your own space and that didn’t help when there’s two other people in the same room as you.

So Harry suggested that you both find a flat together since he was on the lookout for a flat anyways, and it’ll help him a ton with bills and whatnot. You excitedly said yes after you asked him if he was sure that he wanted to move in with you, and if he was extra sure that he wanted to since you’d be there when he would take home people. He laughed, and said that he didn’t care and wanted to live with you, saying it’ll be fun. You both had gotten quite close throughout that year and practically told each other everything, so it’ll be even better to live with someone you both trust.

Junior year of uni, he noticed that you always came home with a sad frown on your face, briefly saying hi to him before going straight to your room and locking yourself up for hours. Harry tried figuring out why you were in such a mood all the time, and tracked his steps, seeing if he said anything wrong that made you upset. But he couldn’t figure it out as you both always had light and fun conversations during breakfast and dinner.

And the frown went on for months until you both came back from Christmas break, and you told him that you had to tell him something very important.

“Love, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He said, reassuring you.

“Yeah. It’s just…I’m nervous to,” you said, shaking your leg. Harry really wondered what happened during break that made you so anxious. He was worried that you wanted to move out and not live with him anymore, but he had to remind himself that it was probably not even about him as he told you to take your time.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he said, and you nodded, giving him a smile before you walked off to your room to gather your thoughts.

An hour later, you came out of your room and found Harry sitting on the couch, watching a film. You sat next to him, and he immediately turned off the TV, giving you his full attention.

You took a deep breath and started, “What I was trying to say earlier was that something about me has changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was still figuring it out, but I was just scared of what you would think,” you said. Harry started to get concerned, but he let you finish talking before he said anything. “So, I’ve always had an attraction towards girls, and I thought it was just me thinking a girl was pretty, but when I started to get nervous and flustered when a girl would talk to me, I realized that I really like them, and I would find myself flirting with them and longing to have something romantic with them. And then when I went back home for break, I met up with a childhood friend, and somehow…we kissed. It was so magical that it made my stomach flutter.”

Harry had smiled softly as you told your story; knowing where this conversation was going, but of course, he stayed silent and let you talk.

“So what I’m trying to tell you is that… I’m bi,” you had said nervously, hands shaking in your lap. You were trying to contain your tears from falling from your face as you shook your leg.

“Love, I’m so happy for you,” he replied, opening his arms to comfort you from the anxiety you were feeling from telling him. You had softly sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the weight on your shoulders disappear as you had finally told the person you were closest to and who you trust the most.

“R-Really?” You said as you pulled away from his hold.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m happy that you can be whoever you want to be and I’m here to support you,” he said, holding your arms and running his hands over your skin.

“Thank you, Harry,” you smiled at him, feeling ultimately grateful for your best friend and his acceptance.

Harry smiled at the memory as he heard giggles through your door, and he chuckled as he finished cleaning before heading to his room. He was feeling a bit tired and despite it being a bit earlier than his usual bedtime, he decided to call it a night a try to get some sleep, deciding that he could go on a run in the morning since he was sleeping early.

But after an hour of tossing and turning, he gave up trying to get a restful sleep, and opened his laptop to put on some Netflix, hoping it would lull him into a deep slumber. He was comfortably watching a random show until his hand grazed his crotch, and he realized he hadn’t relieved himself nor had he had sex in a while.

So, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicked them off the bed, and took off his shirt before he grabbed some lube and pumped his cock as it immedately hardened in his hand. He began touching himself in the darkness of his room as he quietly groaned out and threw his head back on his pillow.

Realizing he doesn’t have some kind of visual, he stops to search up cam girl sites on the internet so he can get a mental image in his head to get him off. He finally settled on one user that was doing a live stream called ‘KISSYPLS’ as the preview was a girl going down on another with a purple ambiance to the room. The room was dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see the two girls.

The sound of the moans from his laptop were quite loud and he didn’t want you to hear it all the way from your room, so he grabbed some headphones from his bedside table, plugging in his earbuds into his ears as the sounds of the girls moaned and talked dirty to each other.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” the girl that was doing the eating out said before she crawled her way up to the other’s body.

And the slightest moment as Harry was watching, the girl on her back had shifted down a bit as they kissed, and Harry’s eyes flew wide open once he glanced. He saw the face that he wouldn’t have expected he would see.

His roommate. His best friend. It was you.

You were being eaten out on his computer screen by Daniela, and he was in complete shock. He honestly hadn’t expected to find you because it was just a random scroll through the site, but holy fuck.

You hadn’t had your account for very long—maybe about three months. But you thought it was a good way to make some extra money because the bills were stacking up and they had to be paid off somehow. And you loved the idea of getting off in front of a camera for random strangers who pay to see that shit.

And of course, Harry didn’t know you were a cam girl at all. He hadn’t seen that coming when he was looking for something to get off to. But he wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t expect you to be the one on the other side of the screen. But there you were, showing your body and having sex with someone on camera for the (as shown) 27 people watching who are also horny as fuck.

You as a person are already beautiful, he knew that, but your body was something else. The way your tits were shown so clearly on his screen with your tattoo that was inked right next to your left tit; as the purple light hit your skin. He wanted to take them in his mouth and devour them.

You were sprawled out onto the bed, naked as Daniela was kissing you, and he couldn’t stop looking at you as your face looked while kissing someone. He was in complete shock that he stopped stroking himself, his dick in his hands as he watched you two make out. But once his cock twitched from the sight of your ass sticking up, getting a view of your glistening pussy and ass, he continued.

You flipped Daniela onto her back, making her squeal in surprise before you started kissing down her body, leaving small and sweet kisses to her soft skin. You took her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moaned. Once you were lying on your stomach between her legs, you gave her inner thighs a kiss before licking one long strike up her pussy. You generally loved the way girls taste rather than guys, so your mouth salivates more when you’re with women, eating them out and tasting them, and pleasuring them to their orgasm.

You tongue focused on her clit, licking her sensitive bud relentlessly as your arms were looped under her thighs, and your hand reached up to grab one of her breasts, taking her nipple in between your finger and lightly pulling it.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her voice was much more high pitched than normal, but you think it’s hot as fuck. “Like that.”

That encouraged you to continue sucking on her clit, and you brought your free hand to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, curling up to meet the soft spot inside of her. Daniela’s back arched off the bed as her hair was spread out onto the pillow as she grabbed a fistful of your sheets into her hands. You pulled your mouth away from her to place your hand on her clit, rubbing it fast as you continue to finger fuck her. Daniela was an absolute mess above you, chanting that she was going to come as a way to manifest her orgasm.

“C’mon, beautiful. Cum for me,” you encouraged her, the sound of your voice had made Daniela and Harry moan out with how sultry and seductive you sounded. Daniela’s peak washed over her as her hips bucked up, but you placed your arm on top of her thigh to stop her from moving as you calmed her down from her high. You licked her up once more, collecting her juices on your tongue before climbing up her body to connect your lips with her. Daniela could taste herself on you, and it turned her on even more despite just having an orgasm.

Harry watched as you two kissed for a while. She wrapped her arms around your back, pressing her body against yours as you two made out, swirling your tongues together. Harry fondled his balls, intensifying the feeling before going back to stroke his cock. He gripped on his long hair with his other hand, so it felt like someone was in the room pulling his hair for him, and he closed his eyes. With the feeling of his orgasm coming, he was about ready to pump faster so he could get to his peak, but he heard your voice again.

“I’m not done with you yet. Wanna cum again?” You asked her, and she nodded eagerly. “Want you to cum when I say so,” you told Daniela, and she nodded. Harry slowed his movements down as if he felt like you were personally talking to him, even though a lot of people on her live stream felt the way he did once she said those words.

You fixed the laptop, pushing it back a little but still pointing it down to your bodies rather than your face. Giving Daniela a kiss, you situate yourself, putting one leg over her and the other under. You reach between you two, inserting your finger in her wet hole and bringing that wetness to her clit, and she does the same to you.

Slowly moving closer to one another, you touch clits, rubbing it against each other as you two moaned out. The sounds coming from both of your mouths were loud enough that Harry had heard them from his room, and it genuinely felt like he was in the same room as he was also watching it on his screen.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he groaned to himself.

“You wanna cum?” You said, rubbing yourself on her and she whimpered out a ‘mhm,’ and you proceeded to grind faster.

“Yeah, please let me,” Harry moaned.

The feeling of both your wetness rubbing together was sending you over the edge as you felt like you were going to explode. Your moans had gotten louder, and you really hoped Harry was wearing some sort of headphones with loud music because you felt bad that you were being this loud, but you couldn’t help it.

But little did you know that Harry was listening to everything.

You felt like Daniela had waited long enough to release, so you grabbed her face gently, giving her a kiss. “Go ahead. Cum for me,” you said breathlessly as you were going to let go after she was done.

Once Harry heard those words, he sighed in relief, letting out a loud groan as his orgasm was released onto his stomach. His abs clenched and his hips bucked into his hand. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it, concealing his moans as he came down from his high. With his chest heaving up and down, he looked over at his laptop to see you breathing deeply and he knew that you had just orgasmed as well.

Your orgasms had hit both of you hard as you were left sprawled out on the bed, laying on opposite sides as your legs were still entangled with one another. Daniela sat up, pulling your body towards her, and she kissed you deeply, still feeling entirely breathless.

“God, you’re amazing,” she said against your lips, and you smiled into the kiss. The live stream was still going on, so Harry continued watching you two interact with one another post orgasm. “Kinda wanna use that dildo of yours on you,” she smirked, and you chuckled, nodding your head eagerly.

“Like a threesome, but with a dildo,” you joked, and she laughed.

“Maybe we should have one?”

“What? A threesome?” You asked, pulling back, and she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, why not?”

“With who?”

Just on cue, a knock was heard on your door quite loud, making you and Daniela turn your heads towards the door. Before you even had the chance to even get up, the door opened, revealing Harry in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but look down at his crotch area and see his cock hard.

“Done with the show ladies?” He asked, smirking. The two of you were still completely naked, but neither of you cared to make an effort to cover yourselves.

“W-What?” You stuttered and looked at Daniela as she had no clue what was going on either.

“Watched your live stream,” he finally said, and your eyes widened.

“How did you find it?” You asked, moving towards the edge of the bed, and Daniela stayed behind near the headboard.

“By coincidence, I swear,” he said, walking towards you. “Was just scrolling and I was horny as fuck, and I stumbled upon it.”

“D-Did you like it?” A nervous tone came with your words, and it was strange because you’ve never been nervous with Harry, except the time you came out to him. A huge part of you wanted him to say he liked it and that he enjoyed the show, and you really hoped he did.

He stood in between your legs and looked down at you as you looked up. The sight below him was just something that irked him; you looking up at him with wide eyes, acting innocent and him looking down at you with a raging hard on, begging to be touched by you and your mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of your face, caressing your warm cheek as he studied you for a moment. The smear of mascara that laid under your eyes and your flushed cheeks made his cock twitch.

Just from watching your live stream, he noticed that you were quite dominant in bed with girls. But with how you’re looking at him, wanting validation and reassurance from him, you’re submissive with men (or just him in general).

His stare was intimidating, and the dark purple light illuminating your room didn’t help. He’s never seen you naked and bare, so that added to the stress of if he likes what he sees. But you were surprised that you didn’t want to cover up in front of him. Throughout the years of being best friends and roommates, you two have never fucked. Although you have kissed multiple times, it was purely platonic and sometimes you just needed a kiss every once in a while. And as your best friend, Harry was happy to help.

“Of course I fucking loved it. Wanna know my favorite part?” You smiled softly, nodding slowly as you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. He bent down, matching your eye level before he whispered, “Well, first of all you, of course. Looked so damn beautiful, I swear.” You blushed, and he continued. “But the part when Daniela suggested a threesome just a minute ago. If you and her are up with me being a plus one, then I am. Your wish is my command,” he said softly, kissing your nose.

Daniela gasped behind you, a big smile on her face as she crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder before she spoke.

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fucking fun.”

#harry styles smut #bi!reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles dirty imagine #harry styles ff #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #roommate!harry #uni!harry #bestfriend!harry #harry styles au #gxg #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry #hs

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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but bro this ending had me screaming. we were so CLOSE

however, this means a cute hospital scene?? worried alec?? bro i am eating this shit up.

and timeline 3 gave me so many happy feels bro you don't even know. and i love how maryse and izzy had to talk to magnus for 0.2 seconds and my guy had his shit together???? MEN ARE DUMB. WHY ARE MEN SO DUMB.

i am soooo looking forward to friday ahh. we're going on a field trip. i used to be so scared of those because they gave me anxiety, but i get to spend some time with some new friends i made! (I used to have literally no friends. big rafe energy over here. still can't believe i actually know people who want to spend time with me ahhh.) and i have a therapy session on friday, and i did my homework and i'm proud of myself. and ofc, tlnd day.

AND MY BIRTHDAY'S TOMORROW (thursday) HEHEHEHEHE

LOVE YOU <3

cute(?) hospital scenes >>>

IDK WHY MEN ARE DUMB EITHER.

*whispers* it's the patriachy. it allows them to be dumb because they are not held accountable for their dumbass decisions.

Friday sounds super eventful and exciting! I hope you have a wonderful. TLND will be there for you as a nice lil(?) reward for when you finish your day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL JELLY BEAN (it's almost midnight here!)

#tlnd

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osakunt · 3 years

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Song summary - He’s written three songs for you already to show you that he’s tripping upon heels for you. He’s your modern Romeo. He thinks that in 7 days he’ll make you his. Sunday his little game starts. On Monday night he’ll take you out on a date. Tuesday is when he asks you out. By Wednesday you’re in love with him. Following the next day - Thursday. He’s down on his knees with a ring for you, and of course you say yes. Friday is the wedding. As the lyrics says, you get married wherever you want. To wrap things up his happy ending, the honey moon is Saturday.

7 Dias = 7 Days

☢︎ Oikawa x gn!reader [timeskip]

☢︎ Fluff

Oikawa has been after you for the longest. From the moment he saw you in high senior year of high school until now. You were sitting at him game. Which made it even more special for him. He promised himself that he’d do everything to him this match.

After graduating the first thing he did was pack his bags to a college. He was there for a year or two - until his calling came for him. He picked up and left the first call he got from Argentina. As much as he didn’t want to leave you behind thinking that you’d get scooped up by someone - he had to go. A one time opportunity was waiting for him.

He would send you small things from Argentina or get them ordered and sent to you. You would receive them with pain seeing that he was no longer at close reach. You also had something for the brunette. The small fear of getting hurt was what was holding you back. The rumors of him being a player and always having some person by his side made you always take a step back. It discouraged you to ever approach him of your feelings.

You were aware of his advances towards you. You knew and caught the memo. Still with that fear of being hurt, it made you think that he was probably just playing around with you like he did with any another person. So rumor says.

Seeing his long time friends behind the players in the Japan jerseys - He smiles and waves at him. Iwaizumi sending him a cocky smile of the players in his team. “You’re going down shittykawa”

The game starts; you watch intently as Wakatoshi smacks the ball and hits the floor with a boom. You smile seeing that he was able to find a way to break from the blockers. You cheer along with the crowd as the point is made.

Rotations started. It was now a specific blond’s turn to serve. Atsumu looks into the crowd and spots you. He points to you. Or so you thought. “This is for the both of ya” you look next yo you to see his counterpart facepalming when getting called out.

The game goes on. They take break and goes to finish. While the stadium empties out. You hang back with Osamu. Him waiting for his brother while you wait for Iwaizumi. While walking down the steps to wait for the two, Oikawa passes by and grabs your hand. Pulling you to where he was going “Come with me (y/n)~”

“I’ll tell Iwaizumi to wait for ya” Osamu shrugs not recalling caring.

“What ? You’re not gonna hug your long - long lost bestie ? Awww thought you knew better” Oikawa raises a brow, puffing out his chest.

“Is this why you pulled me aside ? I have to wait for Iwa. It’s also late and need to go home. See you later, Oiks”. You turn to leave only to hear him huff.

“Ahh so you two go out !! Is that why you’re being cold with me all of a sudden ?” You turn to face him with a tired look. He finally got the memo that you were tired. He had heard from Hajime that you had been working hard but he didn’t think you’d be without sleep.

“He’s simply my roommate. I got some time off so I got to come to the game and support the guys…. Even you. I’d never date iwa because I only see him as a friend. I also haven’t slept in four days.”

“Then how about this: you, me and the stars.” He points to himself and you.

“Hm ?”

“Give me seven days to court you. If you don’t feel any type of way for me by Wednesday, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Why Wednesday ?”

“No I’m not telling you. So will you let me or what ? Todays Sunday so we can start today. This week I’ll prove my love for you. I mean duh - The points I scored were detonated to you after all” you blush at him being smooth with his words.

Taking the lead of your feelings, you finally shake up that fear of being scared to be hurt. You smile at him. The want to automatically say yes in your throat. “Fine. I’ll grant you these seven days”

Ands that’s exactly what happened. The next day he was on your front step with a bouquet of roses. Oh and chocolates for Iwaizumi incase he was in a bad mood. He took you out to for lunch. He then took you out for a walk and even dinner. He wasn’t as the rumors had said. You were pissed at your inner self for not trusted the person that had been your friend over some stupid rumors that had held you back on something that seemed to become something real.

Tuesday, Oikawa didn’t show up to your place. Instead he had Hajime drive you to Onigiri Miya. “Chop - chop !!! He’s waiting for you in there. Tell me how it goes” he pretty much pushes you out the car wanting to find a parking space to spy in the both of you. Inside the establishment is both Miyas going through the plan Oikawa had given them. “Okay so we don’t come over until asked to. Then when ya do call us over we bring yer plates …. Then …..” “you go back and leave us alone until (y/n) says yes” “ahhh ok ok yea we can do that”

They disappear into the back and greet you as they normally did when Atsumu showed up wanting to help his brother. You greet Oikawa with a hug but he greets you with a kiss very close to your lips. Iwaizumi makes his way to the back with the twins, peaking from the counter to see how Oikawa’s plan continues.

They wait for you to jump up after Osamu took the plate with words written on it with sauce. The excitement never came. All three men freeze when they see Oikawa’s expression. One of help. You look up at the plate with a tug on your lips staring to form upwards.

“Yea” you whisper still shooken up at the sudden question.

“……wait, really ?!”

“Mhm”

“H-ho my god !! Guys she said YES !!” He yells out feeling achieved.

“Tomorrow, my love. You’ll realize that you love me” he whispers into your ear while hugging you.

It was true. Wednesday morning you admitted to always having feeling towards him. That you fell for him that one day he pushed aside his practice to go see you when you got sick. What he showed you was genuine. Yet your fear to get hurt always had you a step back.

Thursday he had a shiny ring in a box seated in the palm hold. “I know it’s fast but we’ve known each other for so long. We pretty know one another inside out. So what do you say”

Friday at 2 pm you both tie the knot in a private ceremony. Nobody to witness the beautiful moment except for the both of you. You’d to the extravagant stuff with freinds and family later. For now y’all decided to take in the moment.

For your honey moon - Oikawa took you to a special place where the press wouldn’t find you nor him. A secluded area for just the two of you. Nothing forced. Just genuine. Somewhere where you’d both enjoy your time together and think about the future together.

#Spotify #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #seijoh x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa fluff #this honestly isn’t proofread 🥲

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ptergwen · 4 years

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4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART TWELVE

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+! Explicit sexual content Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: ahh, sweet resolution. Writing this chapter made me euphorically happy. Thank you for reading! Extra thank you for liking, reblogging, or replying to this fic. I’m so happy people like it as much as I do.

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MASTERPOST

The final week before the play was an oddly enjoyable hell. Every second felt like it flew by and dragged on for eternity simultaneously.

You had skipped class on Thursday, just to make sure you had every costume just the way you wanted it. Your very favorite one to work on had been Alice’s dress - you put more work into it than most of your classes for the past couple of weeks, but by the time it was done, it could have been in a storybook.

As it hung from your closet door, you took a moment to be proud of yourself, admiring the lace and the neat trimmings.

Kate showed up around 5, and somehow you knew she would, even though she never mentioned a thing when you told her you were staying home.

“Hi, you,” she greeted, letting herself in as she slipped past you. “Did you get it all done?”

“Well, if I had another week, I’m sure I could find more that I could work on with them, but they’re pretty great,” you agreed. “You want a glass of wine?”

She shook her head at you. “Actually, I’m taking you shopping tonight.”

“Shopping?”

“Yeah, have you thought about what you’re going to wear to the play?” she inquired, sounding smug like she knew you really hadn’t.

You frowned at her, unsure. “I was thinking probably something simple.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, it should be something classy, pretty,” she said.

“And warm,” you reminded, thinking of the snow outside.

“Sure, sure, yeah. So, are you coming?”

You gave her a sweet smile. “Let me get my coat.”

+++

“I don’t think I can wear this,” you said through a grimace as you turned this way and then that in the mirror. Kate had let herself right into the dressing room with you, her long legs taking up more space than you could afford in such a small room. “My whole vagina would freeze.”

“It’s not that short,” she giggled.

“Yeah, but it’s just an open dress. My legs are exposed!”

“True, maybe you could wear leggings under it,” she suggested.

“If I were going to wear leggings, I’d want a longer dress I think. Maybe something mid-calf. Then I could wear booties.”

She looked like she was considering it for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that seems like it would be super cute. What about your hair?”

“How about we find the dress first and go from there,” you teased.

Once you were dressed again and had everything hung back on the “reject” rack, you ventured out into the store again, weaving through mannequins and lines of garments. You went to grab a hanger when you snapped your hand back in pain.

“Damn,” you hissed. She turned to give you a concerned look. “My fingers are so sore from sewing. I’m kind of thinking they might never recover.”

You were joking, but she gave you a sympathetic look anyway. “You know this play is just as much yours as it is his, right?”

You huffed a laugh. “Oh my god, that’s so dramatic.”

“Well, pretty damn close,” she objected, pulling a dress from the rack in front of her and laying it over her forearm. “His ass would have been grass without you.”

“We can thank Rachel for that,” you quipped, chronically annoyed by the thought of her.

She paused what she was doing and met your eyes. “Did you figure out why she quit?”

You gave her a confused frown. Now that you were thinking about it, Josh never did tell you why. You shook your head. “Why?”

“Well, it sounds like she kinda had a thing for Josh. Like a big thing. And that’s why she signed up to work with him in the first place.”

You nodded for her to continue, your stomach feeling tight.

“And I guess it went okay for a little while - he seemed receptive to it apparently, but she found out he had a female roommate and saw you guys eating lunch together all of the time, you know?” Kate continued carefully.

You hummed, trying to seem casual, but you felt a little like you’d just been sucker-punched.

“How did you hear about this?”

“Grapevine,” she replied with a smile. “What do you think of this one?”

She was stroking her fingers down a long dress, black with flowers in muted colors. “That would go really well with my coat actually. We have to accept the reality that I’m going to have to wear a coat the whole time.”

She smiled at you in an oddly genuine way for her. “I know you didn’t ask for my advice, but you should go for it.”

You gave her a confused look. “I have to try it on first.”

She put a hand flat on your chest. “Not the dress, you goober. Josh.”

You stared blankly at the ground until you were sure of what you wanted to say. “I don’t want to fuck this up. I can’t lose him as a friend - I’d be devastated.”

“Why would you think you’d fuck it up? I don’t know that you could, to be honest.” You watched as she grabbed a pair of earrings, dangling off of their cardboard hanger. She started back off toward the dressing room, and you followed close behind.

“We’ll have to wait and see what happens.”

+++

You helped Josh get all of the costumes to the school on Friday, hanging them up on racks backstage. You took the time to make them all tags, writing the kid’s names in fancy, flowing script.

Josh was working on getting the first set perfectly into place, so everything was ready to go for showtime the next day. Despite how clearly nervous he was, you could hear him handing out compliments and words of encouragement to the stagehands - even his constructive advice was said in a way that felt like every person in that room was his best friend.

He had left you mostly alone to get the wardrobe ready, but when he popped back into your area, he crouched down next to where you were sat on the floor.

“I probably won’t be home until late again tonight,” he informed with a half-frown. “There’s a lot I still have to get into place.”

You gave him an understanding smile. “Don’t worry about me, worry about you. You need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow.”

“I know,” he replied, looking thankful. “Show me some of these costumes.”

You had been oddly flattered that he had trusted you enough to have them done - and done well - by the time of the play; he hadn’t asked to see them even once until right then.

“You can look through them, but they won’t look right until they’re on a child.”

His face lit up like that was the best news of the day. “That’s perfect because the kids should be here for dress rehearsal in about ten minutes.”

You smiled at him as he stood and helped you up with two outstretched hands.

He ran his hands over the rack, pausing on the one you knew he would. With a perplexed look, he pulled the door mouse costume and held it up.

“This is-” he started, but you cut him off.

“I know, I really hope it’s okay, but I found a sheet in your room with some rough designs on it, and I really liked a lot of them,” you admitted sheepishly.

“You were going through my stuff?” he asked with a grin.

You shook your head. “Just that. And it was when I went in to get Penny.”

His fingers slid down the tail of the costume, made from a string of peach-hued rope - just like his draft had called for. His brown eyes flicked up at you, looking like melted chocolate under the warm-colored lights. “I literally don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for this.”

You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks, the sensation of flower petals brushing your stomach lining. “Let’s make it through the show without them falling to pieces first.” Your tone had been a teasing one, but he looked completely unaffected.

The intensity of the moment was slowly creeping up on you - you weren’t sure if he was going to kiss you or cry. In the end, he did neither.

“Do you want to stick around to see the kids in their outfits?” he offered, but you shook your head.

“I’m actually really excited to see it all for the first time tomorrow,” you replied with a smile that was immediately matched by his.

“Alright, I like that idea.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “Don’t wait up for me, okay?”

You chuckled at him, pulling your jacket on to leave. “No promises.”

+++

That evening you spent a long time in the bathtub with a bottle of wine. You had homework to do - and you tried for a couple of hours, but you just couldn’t be fucked with it, so you turned the water up as hot as it would go and rested your head on a rolled-up towel.

You felt silly about it now, but you were scared that once this was over, you would feel lost without the costumes to worry about. That moment never came for you - at least not with the costumes.

You definitely couldn’t stop thinking about Josh.

There was this terrible feeling in the pit of your gut - a guilt, heavy like you swallowed a pile of gravel.

When you got out, you haphazardly dried off and left the wet towel on the bathroom floor. You got changed into a long-sleeved shirt and your pajama shorts and then grabbed what was left of your wine and made your way to Josh’s room. After you laid out on his bed, you rolled over onto your side and stared into the fish tank, pressing your fingers against the glass.

Penny had been snoozing in her log decoration, but when she spotted you, she hurried out to greet your hand.

“I fucked up, Penny,” you whispered. You imagined she was making an angry face at you, but in reality, she was just floating there, probably wondering where her dinner was.

You glanced at the time on your phone.

8:32 pm

You grabbed the little jar of flakes off of his bedside table and strained to drop a couple into the water. She gobbled them up excitedly, her safety-orange colored fins waving in the water.

You had no idea when it happened, but you woke up to the dresser drawer by your head opening. You sat up, irregular heartbeat making you feel jittery.

Josh turned to look at you, a warm smile on his lips, the sun illuminating his tan face. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Oh my god, it’s light outside. What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“About 8:30. I got home at midnight and you were passed out in here, so I covered you up,” he informed, making your face run warm.

You pushed your messy hair away from your face. “I’m sorry, I was laying in here with Penny and I must have fallen asleep.” You glanced around in confusion. “I didn’t even feel you get out of bed.”

“Oh, I slept on the couch,” he replied, picking a pair of pants from his top drawer.

You frowned, casting your eyes down to the bedsheets. He thought you didn’t want to sleep next to him, and instead of waking you up to move you, he slept out on the couch. The idea made you want to cry.

“Will you sit with me a moment?” you asked, patting the spot next to you.

He gave you an apologetic smile. “I really want to, but I need to be over to the school in twenty minutes. I am planning on being back here around 4 to eat something quick and then get ready.”

“Okay.” You clambered out of bed as he pulled his shirt off and changed into a new one. “I think I’ll probably already be at Kate’s, but if you want to take my car you can.”

He shot you a smirk. “Really? You’re going to let me drive?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, putting on your best mom voice. “Yes, but only if you promise to be very safe.”

He put his hand over his heart. “I promise.”

“I’ll see you after the show,” you said, maybe a little too sweetly, and brushed a curl out of his eyes. It was well worth it to see the tops of his cheeks turn pink.

+++

As Kate took you both to the theater, you couldn’t kick the nervous butterflies. She looked beautiful - you’d never seen her in anything but mom jeans, but she was dressed in a plaid skirt, tights, and a black turtleneck sweater. She had insisted on doing your makeup - sitting you down at her vanity and pulling a barstool close enough she could reach you. You had known better than to complain about the amount of time she took - besides, you had gotten over to her house so early, you had nothing but time. When she was done, you barely recognized yourself. Somehow she had made your eyes look bigger, your lashes longer and darker, and your face sharper. You were used to wearing foundation and concealer, but your face felt almost a little heavy under all she’d put on you.

She had laid out a few extra things for you - a pair of boots and a set of green gem earrings and you gave her a thankful smile as you donned them. The truly hard part was resisting hugging her very affectionate polar bear - which was actually a dog, she informed you. You had tried once, but she scolded you, reminding you that white fur didn’t look good on black fabric.

You had whispered a promise to him that you would be back soon to give him all the love he could handle.

When she pulled up to the school, she had you get out at the doors and grab the tickets while she went to park, and to your pleasant surprise, Jake was waiting for you. He helped you out of the car with an outstretched hand. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to wear, but it definitely wasn’t a button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone and nothing underneath.

“You’re literally making me cold just looking at you,” you teased, wrapping your arms comfortingly around your frame. You had earned a grin from him.

“I’m wearing a coat,” he reasoned, holding up the hem of a light peacoat to prove his point.

You rolled your eyes at him. “C’mon, let’s get our tickets.”

He pulled two tickets out of said coat’s pocket and handed them to you. “You mean these?”

“Did you buy these?” you asked through a frown.

“One of them. I bought mine and Kate’s, and I think you can guess who got yours,” he responded with a genuine smile.

You took one of the tickets wordlessly, but you couldn’t suppress a smile.

As soon as Kate had joined you in the foyer, you took your seats. Despite it being only a college production, you were shocked at how many people had come to the opening night. There were only a handful of open spots left when they flashed the lights, and you could just imagine Josh giving the kids a pep talk backstage.

The show started with a fun, bouncy opening music number and you leaned against Kate as you looked on at all the set pieces you’d both worked so hard on. You had thought your job was hard, but Kate had to round up a bunch of art students to help her work on the hundreds of different props.

Leave it to Josh to treat a children’s musical like a broadway show.

The first half of the show went pretty much perfectly - everyone seemed to remember their lines, and if they didn’t, you didn’t notice. You couldn’t help but smile in pride as you watched all of your costumes appear on stage, one by one.

During intermission, your head snapped over when you heard a soda tab opening and you shot Kate a disapproving look - you’re pretty sure you’d read a “no outside food and drink” sign at the front entrance. She gave you an unapologetic smile as she took a long sip and then handed the can over to Jake. He laughed under his breath.

The time went by too fast, and the closer it got to the closing act, the more anxious you got. The final scene was a triumphant number, exciting and big. You could tell that a lot of the audience was family members because when the curtain fell, they all began to stand. Hooting and hollering filled the huge room, and you almost cried when the curtain rose again to reveal some of the kids wearing smiles that spread all the way to their ears. It started with the minor characters - the cards, the flowers, and then the Cheshire Cat, the Hatter, the Caterpillar, the White Rabbit. Then finally, The Queen of Hearts, followed by a grinning Alice.

They waved excitedly at the crowd, eating up the standing ovation like it was candy. You saw Kate with her hand pressed over her mouth and the biggest eyes you’d ever seen her wear - she was absolutely in love with them, as was the entire rest of the room.

A moment or two later, Josh stepped out onto the stage. You recalled back when you had first met him and had told him you couldn’t imagine him in business casual because he was wearing a dark blue suit, a pair of black dress shoes, and a proud grin. As the kids made a spot for him in the line, he crouched down in between them and gave a couple of them a pat on the back. You saw him speak something at the girl playing Alice, and it must have been praise because she gave him a toothy smile in return.

When the cast members had returned backstage, you had told Kate and Jake to leave when they were ready - you were going to wait for Josh. Both of them had given you knowing smiles that you brushed off easily enough, but they left all the same with a parting word of “text me” from Kate.

You gave it enough time that most of the audience had left - all the kids joining their parents with promises of ice cream and treats - before you made your way backstage.

After looking for him for a moment, you spotted Josh chatting with an older man excitedly by the back exit. When the older man (his professor, you assumed) laid eyes on you, he gestured toward you with a, “Please head home, we’ll see you tomorrow. You’ve done a great job.”

Josh turned to look at you and the smile melted from his lips as he nodded a haphazard acknowledgment to his professor.

“Hey,” you greeted, only needing to speak above a whisper in the quiet area. Viewing him on stage was fine - it felt impersonal, but up close it felt like looking into the sun. “You look so handsome.”

His cheeks turned red under the tan skin as he rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said through a weak laugh, and a moment later said, “The costumes were incredible.”

“Not bad for someone who didn’t know how to sew a month ago, right?” you teased. You stared into his eyes for a long moment before crossing the room and taking his hand. “Are you ready to go?” you asked, then teasingly added, “Provided my car is still intact.”

He chuckled at you before taking a long breath. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

The car ride home was tense, but not uncomfortable. You could sense the electricity running through him as you chatted about the production - the pride radiating from him was palpable.

When you pulled into the apartment parking lot, it had just begun snowing, and neither of you made any moves to exit the car once it was turned off.

After a long moment of silence, you spoke again. “We have a lot to talk about.”

He gave you a nervous look, one eyebrow quirked. “We do?”

You breathed a laugh, half-turning towards him in your seat. After a moment of collecting your thoughts, you said, “I want you to lay it all out for me. I know we haven’t been talking about it because it’s scary but I need to know exactly how you feel about me.”

He stared into your eyes for a long time, seemingly trying to predict whether this was a good idea or not. Just for assurance, you laid your hand on top of his where it rested on his knee - his fidgeting fingers pausing under your touch.

“You know, I think I felt it for you the moment I first met you,” he admitted, casting his eyes anywhere but on yours. “I was nervous up until semi-recently that I just felt that way because I was lonely, you know? When my ex and I parted ways last spring and my roommate dropped out and moved away, I felt like I lost everyone all at once.

“I stopped going to parties and seeing my friends until I had none left. And I didn’t want to see my family - I think I had become accustomed to being alone, but you moved in and you were so kind. I’m not sure exactly when it happened - probably kind of a little bit at a time - with every interaction, you know? But I feel it for you. For real.”

He met your eyes again with a surprised frown. You watched his other hand come up, his thumb swiping under your eye, leaving a cool spot behind. “I’m sorry, don’t cry.”

You laughed weakly. “I didn’t know I was. I’m going to ruin all the makeup Kate spent an hour working on.” Before he could speak again, you took the moment. You leaned in and tugged him closer to you by the lapels of his suit jacket, pressing your lips to his. He melted into it for only a moment before pulling away with a sad smile.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you feel bad for me,” he explained, voice uncharacteristically flat.

You gave him a frown, taking his chin between your fingers and forcing him to look at you. “I’m not,” you promised, but he looked unconvinced. So you tried again.

“Josh, I’m so sorry about the way I’ve treated you. I fucked up. You have got to be the absolute sweetest person I’ve ever met - definitely the sweetest man - and it was fucked of me to sleep with you and then make you feel like you were wrong for wanting affection.”

He gave you a questioning look.

“It’s never going to happen again. Because - if you’ll have me - I want to give you all the affection you can handle. No weed-induced hook up’s this time.”

He was silent for a long moment, and you huffed a laugh as you visualized his brain working.

“Oh,” he breathed as a smile started to tilt his lips up at the corners. “Well. That’s not how I expected this to go. Are we gonna fuck here - in the car?”

An abrupt laugh ripped through your chest. “I would prefer if we didn’t, this is cloth upholstery. But we could go inside?”

He nodded at you, and opening the door and stepping out, he came around to your side and gave you his hand to make sure you didn’t fall in the new snowfall.

Inside, he toed off his dress shoes, and you bent to undo the buckles on your boots, your fingers shaking slightly in anticipation. The second you were stood again, he had you pressed back against the door with just enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.

When he leaned in and connected your mouths, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair.

He kissed a trail down your jaw and to the base of your throat, the feeling of teeth dragging across your skin giving you goosebumps. He hummed into your neck as his hands snaked around your body, his fingers tugging up the hem of your dress.

You slipped your coat off with his help once he realized what you were trying to do. As soon as it fell to the floor, you were walking him back blindly through the apartment, neither of you caring when you bumped into this or that. He turned you around when you reached his bedroom, laying you out over the covers.

You watched as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, then the cuffs of his dress shirt.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he mumbled, making you blush lightly as he gestured to your form. “Did you do this for me?”

Through a smile, you replied, “Of course.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he stated confidently as he worked to open his button-down shirt. You decided that you weren’t going to let him do that alone, so you sat up, replacing his fingers with yours.

You huffed. “Don’t say that.” The second the fabric was undone, you pressed your lips to his warm stomach, feeling the skin twitch under the touch. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met - candy sweet.” It was his turn to flush pink across his face, but you weren’t done yet. “I find myself thinking about you constantly.” You nipped into the trail of hair below his navel as you tugged his shirt from his dress pants. He hummed low at the slight pain. “I actually got some condoms in case you wanted to use them. Probably not all of them tonight - it’s a big pack, but you know. Over the next couple of weeks.” Your tone was teasing, forcing a breathy laugh from him.

“Where are they?” he asked, voice a little gravelly.

“My bedside stand.”

As he exited the room to retrieve them, you pushed yourself up onto the bed until your head hit his pillows. You could hear him rummaging in the next room until the noise stalled for a beat as you worked off your leggings. You listened to him pad back across the hall, wearing just a smile and his dress pants when he returned.

He crawled up the bed over you, pressing his face into your cheek as his hand lifted the hem of your dress.

“What’s this?” he asked into your ear, pressing something cold against your thigh. You knew what it was instantly, making you suck in a surprised breath.

You laughed, but even to your ears, it sounded nervous. He held it up so you could see.

“That would be a vibrator.”

It wasn’t anything special - just a slim, blue plastic piece, but it was the only one you’d ever had, and it had been a very good friend to you. He hovered his lips over yours as he ran the toy up your leg until the tip of it brushed your panties.

“Is this okay?” he asked, but he sounded smug like he already knew the answer. You squirmed in anticipation and nodded.

When he brushed it across your mound, you jolted, your fingers pressing tightly into his shoulder. He applied a little pressure to it, pressing it into the folds over the fabric. The feeling made you whine in the back of your throat.

He sat up, slipping his legs under yours, pulling your ass into his lap. Your face felt hot, so you covered your eyes with your fingers, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. This was a lot different than hooking up with him while high.

He played the toy over your panties until you were wet enough to have left a damp spot in the fabric. Then he hooked his fingers under them and tugged them down enough to give him full access, though the position restricted him from removing them completely.

When the plastic pressed against your bare skin, you had to suppress a moan. You couldn’t see, so you didn’t expect it when the toy flicked to life against you, and he ran it across you lightly, just teasing.

You stared up at the ceiling through your fingers, your mouth agape as he brushed it over your clit in circles, making your hips buck into the touch.

“Fuck,” you breathed, taking one of your hands from your eyes and running your fingers through your hair. If you tugged on the locks lightly, no one had to know but you.

A little rougher, he deliberately pressed just the tip of it into your clit, forcing a shocked whine from the back of your throat. You made the mistake of sitting up on your elbows to watch, but instead, all you could look at was the form of his hard cock straining against his tight pants.

You couldn’t have stopped yourself if you tried - you reached out and ran your fingers down the length of it. It twitched under your touch, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. You made a mental note to congratulate him on his dedication. Instead, he grabbed your wrist with a firm grip and laid you back down, all without taking his eyes off of his task.

You could feel it starting to build in you as you rocked your hips into the feeling of the toy against your most sensitive part. You were positive that you looked absolutely pathetic, but when you met his eyes, he looked so entranced that it made you blush deeper - if that was even possible.

Your fingers were flexing into his sheets as you came, a high whine ripping through your chest. When he pulled the toy away, a thread of your come was still connected to it, shimmering in the dim light of his lamp. He brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss against it, leaving his lips shiny.

It took you a moment to collect yourself - your breathing was ragged and not at all appealing, if you had to guess.

He gently placed your vibrator on his side table, and you watched as his fingers worked open the button on his pants, and then the zipper. When he pulled down the elastic band of his underwear, his cock popped out - rock hard. He pushed all the fabric down to his thighs and then tugged you further into his lap until your parts were flush together.

“Did you want the condom?” you asked with a fucked-out smile.

“Fuck it,” he replied with a grin as he rubbed his cock through your slit, making your over-sensitive skin pulse.

You breathed a little “ah” sound as your whole lower half felt like it was hooked up to a live wire. “Are you telling me that you went all the way over there and forgot the condom?”

“First of all,” he started with a sinister laugh. “It’s just across the hall. Second of all, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

You had opened your mouth to respond but before you could, he pushed into you, his thumb holding his cock into place.

“Fuck,” you rasped, throwing your head back into the pillow. You could feel how wet you were just by his movements. Your hands reached out until you could dig your fingernails into his forearms, his hands tight on your hips as he bottomed out in you.

You looked up just in time to catch his tongue swipe out over his lips, his eyes half-lidded.

He started rocking in and out of you like a tide drawn to the beach, sending little shockwaves through your core and up into your tight stomach.

To give your fingers something to do, they worked at the buttons on your dress. They only went down to the bottom of your ribcage, but it was far enough to expose your chest. He didn’t waste even a second before he moved one of his hands to your tit, squeezing it until it spilled out through his fingers.

You were focused on that until he brushed something inside of you that made your jaw drop open. You went to moan but no sound would come out, so you sat up on your hands and pushed back against him, forcing him in deeper. His teeth were clenched as his hands found your hips again, holding you in the position you needed to be in to work yourself on him. He hummed, eyes fluttering as he met you halfway, thumbs pushed into the thin skin across your hip bones. You briefly wondered if he’d leave you little oval-shaped bruises.

He was staring into your eyes as best he could while his eyelids fluttered, so you knew when he was getting close to the edge. He pulled you up to him so you were riding his lap, his forehead against yours, the new angle putting his cock perfectly against your sweet spot as the length of him slid into you.

You kissed him deeply as you worked yourself onto him, his breath hitching and his fingers lacing into your hair as he came. You were shockingly close behind, so when he drove you down on him harder to ride out his orgasm, you lost it too.

You gasped into his mouth as it washed over you, leaving your senses as if you were swallowed by a wave.

Neither of you moved for a few moments until you pulled back just far enough to look into his eyes.

“You’re going to have come on your dress pants,” you whispered teasingly. He smirked back at you as he laid you out onto the bed.

“Yeah, I’ll have to wash them before tomorrow night’s show,” he agreed, and the idea made your cheeks go pink.

You were both silent as you cleaned up, and when you returned to him from the bathroom, he was already tucked under the covers in his bed. He smiled at you and held the comforter up for you as you crawled in next to him. You knew you were going to fall asleep almost instantly once you got completely situated, so it was lucky that he spoke before that happened.

“I want you to come home with me for Christmas,” he stated, voice just above a whisper.

You blinked over at him, a little stunned.

“I don’t want you to be here alone - you deserve to be with a loving family,” he explained further when he saw the look on your face.

You gave him a smile, feeling oddly sentimental post-orgasm. You could feel tears pricking at your eyes, so you buried your face in his neck.

“I’d like that.”

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iwavibes · 4 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; thirty five

----haikyuu social media au

iwaizumi y/n, nekoma's second year manager, has always been in love with kozume kenma. in an attempt to get her to move on, her two best friends introduce her to the prettiest boys they know.

besides, the only way to move on is to actually move on, right?

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You took a deep breath as you came face to face with the gate, the only thing separating you from the boy on the other side. You took a quick glance at the opened messages on your phone. Seen. It hurt you to know that your best friend was purposefully ignoring you. You were fine two days ago. You wondered what changed or what you might've done to make him act this way.

Your eyes sparked up at the sound of a message notification, your eyes zeroing in on the message Shirabu sent.

'it will ♥️'

And you felt the weight on your shoulders lighten at that. Even though he didn't know what it was about, his words comforted you like no other. Especially at this exact moment.

Mustering up every bit of courage you have in you, you pushed the gate open. The moment you lock eyes with the tired but nervous ones he held, you could feel your earlier bravery dwindle away almost instantly.

"Kenma…" you breathed out. Your voice sounded like you've run a marathon when in fact, it was your nerves eating you away.

"Y/n…" he replied, almost as nervous as you were.

"L-look…" you started. "About what happened last week…" you couldn't seem to look him in the eyes, instead fixating your gaze on the ground. You sneaked a glance his way, only to see a pair of expectant eyes staring back.

You didn't know what he wanted you to say nor what he was thinking. But you've rehearsed this a hundred times, a thousand if you counted the ones you did in your head, and so the words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop it. You looked away.

"It was a mistake." You say with every bit of faux conviction you could conjure up. "It was all just a rush of emotions, you know? I didn't know what came over me when I did it. A spur in the moment. Like one of those time limited missions in story games and you have to pick a choice fast? I'm sorry. That was a very dick move and the fact that I'm telling you it was a mistake is even worse. I just… don't know what I was thinking." You were rambling now, you know you were but you can't seem to stop. "We've been friends for years now and you're one of the rare people that stuck to my side even after that incident. I cherish that. The fact that you didn't care and that you were happy to be friends with me. It sucks that I have to move away so abruptly. I really want to leave everything on a good note and not awkward… but I can't help but think that I just ruined everything."

"I-is that what you want?" His voice was soft. Like a newly fluffed pillow and gentle like a sweet lullaby.. But there was also a twinge of hesitancy imbued in the way he spoke. You can sense it.

You closed your eyes before nodding your head. "Yes."

You hear him sigh. What was it? Relief? Defeat? You didn't know. A flurry of emotions raged through your body and you stiffen at the silence.

If you could only look his way. Look at the expression he was wearing. See the disappointed eyes that bore on your turned skull. Maybe you would've thought twice about what you've said. But it was all out there now and you felt too ashamed to even steal a glance as you felt his arms wrapped around you.

You felt your cheeks burn at the contact, not really expecting him to hold you this close nor initiate something so intimate.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you firmly by your waist as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

"You didn't ruin anything y/n." He whispered. "I don't think you could, even if you tried. You're my friend. And I would pick you over anything."

You didn't understand what he meant by that last statement, too relieved to even process anything right now as you pulled him closer.

"I'll miss you, Kenma. I'll miss you so much." You whispered, voice shaky as tears began to form in your eyes.

At this, you feel his hand on your head, stroking the strands of your hair in comfort. "I'll miss you too, y/n. More than you'll ever know."

If you could just pull away to look at him, maybe you would've seen the few tears that streamed down his cheeks. You would've seen the desperation, and the longing those glossy eyes of his held.

He wiped them off once he was ready to pull away. A small smile on his lips as you tried to give him one back.

He patted your head one last time. You watched as he took a step back before reaching down to one of his pockets. He held a small trinket towards you, a small blank cat with a wide smirk.

"To remember us by." He said, placing it on your awaiting hands.

You looked up at him in appreciation. "Thank you."

"I'll see you soon, y/n." He knew how much hated goodbyes. He's observed it with the way you always tell him and the others that you'll see them soon. Because soon holds a promise and you didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

"See you soon, Kenma." You say with finality.

And that was it. You probably needed to fix your stuff again and Kenma didn't want to hold you out for too long. So with one final wave, he begins walking away.

You watched him for a moment, staring at his retreating form as you hoped to see him turn around. To give you one final glance, a smile, anything. The moment felt too short that you almost felt like it was all a dream.

You sighed, looking down on the small keychain on your palms. You turned it around to see a small note of sorts written on the back.

'Connect. No matter what. We'll see each other soon.'

Meanwhile, as Kenma walked blocks away from your house, he couldn't help but sigh once more in defeat. The hot air of the day pinching at his cheeks as he looked up to keep the small tears threatening to spill at bay.

"Ahh I lost."

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Our Magic

Theme: superpowers au, sort of enemies to lovers

Genre: fluff, very mild angst if you squint

WC: 1.9k

Pairing: Teleporter!San x Telekinetic!FemReader

a/n: Hi :) For those of you who is confused, the theme of this fic is based on the game called 'Choices' and the specific book this idea came from was called 'The Elementalists'. I'll include pictures of the facilities mentioned in this so that you have a general idea of how it looks like! Anyways, the fic doesn't really have a deep plot here, I just jumped straight to the fluffy end. Enjoy 😅

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Penderghast College was a school that provides education and home for kids that were born with supernatural powers. It was a bright Thursday afternoon and it was currently lunch time as the students bustled through the halls, garden, corridors and also the dining hall.

“Hey, did you guys finish the assignment on the spell yesterday?” Yunho asked as some of the boys sitting at that table shook their heads. A series of complaints leaving their lips at the mention of their dreadful assignment.

“I got stuck at the third spell so I gave up.” Wooyoung said while taking a bite out of the Bourbon Apple Pie.

“I don’t understand a single thing he said in class.” San sighed, making Hongjoong and Jongho agree. Just as he was about to scoop up a chunk of his shaved ice dessert, the bowl began to float upwards. It hovered in front of his face for a good few seconds.

“What the-” San whispered as he began to see red smoke surrounding the bowl. This was a dead giveaway on who was behind this.

With that, San scanned the cafeteria in search of this person only for him to finally lock eyes with the girl who has been diligently getting on his nerves. There she was, sitting in her seat almost across the hall with her friends. Her eyes began to glow red, her finger swirling around slowly in the air as she pointed her finger right in his direction.

She smirked when she locked eyes with him and with one soft flick of her fingers, the dessert bowl tipped over. It splashed onto his shirt, making him jolt out of the seat abruptly. This was enough to catch the attention of others, turning their heads in his direction out of curiosity.

She scoffed a laugh as one of her friends turned to her with a small frown.

“Y/N, don't you think that’s a bit mean?” Changmin asked but the girl only shrugged.

“I just love making him mad.” She confessed, only for a sudden tight grip around her shoulders made her scoff. San suddenly appeared behind her, pulling her in a headlock.

“Do you ever stop?” San growled in her ear.

Just then, San sharply pulled away when he felt hot sparks nipping at his skin thanks to her red flames of energy she radiated off her body. She turned around to him with a small smile dancing on her lips.

“Do you want me to?”

“Fucking yes!”

“Then no.” She smirked.

With a grunt of annoyance, San flashed out of the cafeteria and into his dorm room. Y/N laughed as she turned back to her friends, only to see Changmin glaring at her.

“What?” She shrugged her shoulders without feeling a single guilt which made Changmin sigh, clearly not agreeing with what she did even though he wasn’t actually friends with San.

A few weeks later, San couldn’t sleep so he snuck out of the dorm building, only to head towards the Wood Nymph Forest, successfully sneaking past the carved marble figure. He was just randomly teleporting at a 10 feet distance from left to right, front to back when he heard bickering from somewhere.

He tried to find the source, only to see two shadowy figures just a few metres down from him diagonally. He teleported to the nearby tree that hides him from the sight of whoever it was.

However, when he arrived behind the tree, the voice sounded oddly familiar. And for the first time, she sounds like she was… crying?

“You’re leaving me for the girl you called atrocious just yesterday? What happened to your promises? Was I never good enough for you?” Y/N asked as her tears rolled down little by little, her voice cracking here and there.

“Look, people change and feelings definitely change too.”

“So you’re telling me, all these months of spending time together, buying little gifts for each other, sneaking out at night just to watch the starry night, going on midnight adventures, they’re all nothing to you now?” Y/N asked in which he nodded without a single doubt.

This was enough to break her heart into pieces.

“Tell me what I lack from her, I can try to change. I can try to be like her. Just tell me. Please Minhyuk!”

“Y/N! I already said I don’t have feelings for you anymore and that’s that! I’m breaking up with you whether you like it or not.” With that being said, Minhyuk began to disintegrate with the wind, since that was his form of teleportation.

“Minhyuk… Kang Minhyuk!” Y/N called desperately as she fell to the ground, her knees suddenly buckled letting gravity sink her down to earth.

Her cries were soft. San watched her body slowly begin to ignite red hues of smoke around her body.

Normally, in some circumstances, San would just turn around and walk away whenever it comes to her. He couldn’t even bring himself to fight back with her sometimes simply because he wanted nothing to do with her.

But that night, something in him was screaming at him to comfort her. Maybe it has been doing that all along, he just didn’t want to.

But before he could take a step forward, she already got up and began walking further into the woods to where he remembers the lake to be. He followed behind her at quite a distance to avoid being noticed by her. She soon arrived at the lake, only to plop on the pebbled floor inches away from the lake as the water crashed onto shore in gentle waves.

She buried her face in her arms that were hugging her knees tightly, completely blocking out the world. Even though she could definitely sense his presence behind her, she simply continued crying.

San sighed softly, carefully reappearing a foot behind her body. He silently took a seat beside her. She finally looked up, turning her head away from him as she wiped her tears with the sleeves of her sweater.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice cold as he stared at the side of her face, only for his gaze to drop to her neck.

“Unfortunately for you, I just so happened to be around that area when you had that fight with your boyfriend-”

“Ex-boyfriend.” She corrected him and he simply nodded.

“Right…”

The both of them fell silent as she turned back in front only for her gaze to drop to her promise ring she had on from when Minhyuk bought it for her on their first month together.

She quietly took it out of her ring finger, only to levitate it in her palm before it disintegrated into red dust in her hands.

“Why do the people I care for the most always end up leaving me?” She suddenly questioned him. Since he was quiet, she turned to look at him.

He didn’t look shocked, nor did he look like he was about to tease her. Instead, his eyes were soft, just staring at her innocently.

“Sometimes when people leave you, it’s for the good reason. Maybe they were going to be a bad company for you in the future? Might be that they’ve grown in such a way that they don’t see themselves matching with your personality? Might also be that they came into your life as a test for you.” San said, only for her to break eye contact. Turning back ahead to divert her gaze and stare at the waters instead.

“If you were him, would you leave me too?” Her question came as a surprise for him, making him nearly choke on his own saliva.

“If it’s something that we both can work on together, then I wouldn’t.” He said, in which she slowly nodded. But her mind was still somewhere else. Just then, a bright idea flashed in his mind as he got up, only for her eyes to follow his figure.

“Let’s go. Get up.” He suddenly proposed, catching her off guard.

“Go where?” She asked slightly taken aback, holding his hand out for her to take.

“Have fun.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on!” San said with a smile, grabbing her hands and dragged her onto her feet as he began running towards the waters. She yelped the minute her legs got splashed by the waters. However, he continued to pull her in deeper.

“Ahh! San! I didn’t bring any more clothes!” She squeaked as he chuckled, telling her that it was fine and for her to just relax. They were now waist deep. Her shorts and the bottom part of her sweater was already soaked.

Just then, San let go of her hand only to disappear. She jumped back in shock, looking around to see her alone in the middle of the water.

Right at that moment, something grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down, only for her to dunk her body by accident up to her chin. San reappeared onto the surface only to gasp for air. Laughing before wiping his face off the water droplets.

“Choi San!” She scolded him but the boy didn’t seem to be taking her seriously. For some reason, she didn’t feel annoyed. In fact, she actually felt happy. A small smile tugged on her lips as he splashed a handful of water on her, causing her to gasp.

They played around for quite a bit, that wasn’t until Y/N’s feet slipped past a sudden drop in the lake.

She lost her balance when she submerged fully about a foot in before San appeared in front of her only to teleport onto a shallow end. She gripped onto his shoulders tightly while he wrapped his arms around her waist to prevent her from slipping. Both of them gasped for air as they tried to catch their breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, making her look at him in the eyes only to feel a sudden wash of shyness come through her.

Why did she feel this way when she’s been nothing but a nuisance to him all this while?

She nodded softly as he whispered a soft ‘okay’ before his eyes travelled down to her lips. San was so sure he found her annoying before but why is he feeling this now?

He leaned in little by little, feeling her squeeze his shoulder slightly only to stop when he brushed his lips over hers very lightly. The gentle waves pushing their bodies to move along with the current as his arms around her waist tightens. With that last wave, it accidentally pushed San’s body forward, making him seal his lips on hers.

She froze, watching him close his eyes. That’s when she decided to do the same. She soon moved her lips with his. Feeling him move his lips with hers in a gentle kiss. She pulled away to breathe when the waves had gotten calmer.

“Why did you do that?” She asked softly, her voice barely audible. For some reason, he couldn’t find himself to look at her in the eye.

“I… I don’t know.”

She fell quiet as she gently cupped his face only to kiss him again, just to see how he would react. Thinking he would pull away or push her. But instead, he seemed to melt even deeper into the kiss. San wraps her legs around his waist before teleporting them onto shore with her laying down while he hovers over her.

San was passionate about the kiss. Feeling her tangle her fingers into his damp hair, only to tug on it lightly. This action caused him to exhale a soft breath, making him hiss.

“Are you gonna continue picking on me after today?” He asked when he pulled away to look at her face that adorns a smile.

“Just for the laughs? Probably yeah.” She teased. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he peppered her lips with small kisses.

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prettyspence · 4 years

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Hanging in the Inbetween

Summary: Moving to DC proves to be the right move when you meet Emily Prentiss, finally come out to your brother, and feel like you have a happy future with somebody you could actually love.

Tags: 18+, smut, reader-insert, coming out, internalised homophobia, getting together, smut/kink tags under the cut

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

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Smut/Kink Tags: top!emily prentiss (but the lines kinda blur), light dom/sub, fingering, sex toys, dirty talk, kink negotiation, first time

You moved to DC for a few reasons, the first of which was that you wanted to get the fuck out of Virginia.

The move to Richmond from Manassas hadn’t even helped much: you were working in your dream field and had some distance from your family, sure, but Virginia’s still the South. And after you came to a very poignant realisation about yourself earlier in the year, you wanted to get as far away from the bigotry that defined your lived experience there as possible.

The second reason was that you missed Aaron. Your brother had moved away when you were only little, but you’d always been close and he was the only family member left that you felt you could genuinely trust with your secret, even if the idea of telling him that you liked women still left you frozen with fear.

So when he invited you to brunch with his colleagues at the FBI you agreed in a heartbeat, it seemed like a great way to meet new people in your new city and spend time with your incredibly busy older brother simultaneously.

If you had any doubts about your sexuality, Emily Prentiss would have eradicated them. As soon as she’d walked into the cafe, her enigmatic presence had captivated you and you were hooked, addicted, obsessed. She smiled warmly at you but all you could do was stare dumbly at her as you shook her hand, eventually managing a weak smile in return. It was as if she was glowing, the others dimming in comparison as you took in her breath-taking beauty. Every time she spoke your breath caught, aching to bask in her voice for the rest of your days.

It felt so dramatic, childish almost. You’d never understood that ‘take your breath away’, ‘at first sight’ kind of love, but you knew it as soon as you met Emily.

But Emily was this gorgeous, confident woman. You knew she was a lesbian, she didn’t hide that from anyone and frequently made jokes about it, and while you shared her identity, the way you approached it couldn’t have been more different. Sure, if anyone looked hard enough, they would catch the adoring looks you sent Emily at every get-together, the way you blushed at any interaction with her. Hell, even she probably knew.

But it could never happen. After years of conservative indoctrination and being surrounded by people convinced of your ‘sin’, you were still on your journey to accepting yourself, still sometimes sick to your stomach every time you remember that you weren’t ‘normal’, that your parents wouldn’t see you as their daughter as soon as you told them. So you hide under layers of facade, wear a mask of confidence over your crippling insecurity and internalised homophobia, pretend that everything’s fine when it feels like you’re crumbling under the surface.

You thought you’d crumble further when Aaron inevitably discovered the truth about you, but really it’s the moment where your foundation starts to rebuild itself. It happens completely accidentally one evening, you don’t mean to come out at all. You’ve been so careful at using gender neutral language for so long. You always talked about a future ‘partner’, said ‘they’ when talking about prospective relationships, the kind of words that don’t attract questions or attention. But you slip up.

“Have you thought about getting back out there, Y/N?” Aaron asks one evening, when you’re both sitting on his couch having a much needed catch-up. “I know it’s been hard after you and Samuel broke up, but maybe you should think about putting yourself back in the scene.”

“God, Aaron, you are not talking about my love life, please,” you groan, swatting his arm lightly. He’s not usually interested in what’s going on in your romantic relationships as long as you seem happy, but it’s been pretty obvious how low you’ve been recently. It’s sort of sweet that he’s talking about something he feels so awkward about to try and make his sister smile.

“I’m serious,” he smiles fondly. “I want to see you happy again, like you were with Tom, remember?”

You were not happy with Tom. You’re not sure you’ve ever been happy in a relationship (for the obvious reason that none of them were women) but you’re pretty damn good at pretending, so you can hardly blame him.

“Ahh, I don’t know, Aaron,” you grimace. You can’t think about anyone but Emily right now, God you’ve tried to move on but everyone seems to pale in comparison at the moment. “When I finally get a girlfriend I want it to be real, you know. An accidental meeting, nothing manufactured…”

You trail off as you see his eyes widen and face contort in surprise. Immediately, your stomach sinks and eyes brim with tears as you realise how badly you’ve fucked up. Jumping up from the sofa, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in, barely able to contain the sobs as you feel your world implode around you. Fuck, you’re out. Aaron knows.

You sink down to the floor and fold yourself as tightly as possible, trying to hold yourself completely as you feel your walls crashing down, anxiety taking over. It’s only minutes after you’ve barricaded yourself in the bathroom that you hear the knocks at the door.

“Y/N,” Aaron says softly. “It’s okay, I’m not angry, I was just surprised. Why don’t you come out and we can talk about this? I’m not mad, I promise.”

It feels like it must be some sort of trap. Surely Aaron isn’t really okay with it? Choosing to trust your brother despite your scepticism, you peel yourself out of your protective position and splash some cool water on your face in an attempt to calm yourself down a little before unlocking the door.

You must look utterly miserable because Aaron’s face immediately softens and he envelopes in a warm, protective hug, the kind that used to reassure you in your childhood and still has the same effect today.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” he asks as he guides you to the sofa, voice gentle.

You take a deep breath before you explain everything, finally unloading the emotional turmoil that’s been whirling around inside you for months, connecting with another person properly since you realised yourself. You weren’t lying anymore; Aaron knew the truth.

Aaron basically forces you to stay over that night, tucking you in the way he used to do before he left for college, left for Washington to be a big bad FBI agent. You don’t fight him. It’s nice to be taken care of again, to feel really close to your brother for the first time in a long time.

Instead of crumbling, your foundation is firmer. You genuinely feel like you can do this, like you have a happy future ahead of you again.

⭐️

It’s a Tuesday evening and you’re running across town, butterflies swimming in your tummy. An excited smile is playing over your face on the metro, in the taxi, while you run down the road towards Aaron’s apartment. You keep checking your phone to confirm this is really happening, but the text message isn’t leaving; it isn’t a delusional mirage borne from isolation and desperation.

Hi Y/N, how would you feel about grabbing coffee with me later this week? ;) Feel like we haven’t had a chance to properly get to know one another! Let me know - Emily

You pound on the door as soon as you get there, knowing Jack is at a sleepover with his friend tonight, squealing as soon as Aaron opens the door. He smiles amusedly as he lets you in, practically bouncing with excitement as you thrust your phone in his face. “Is this what I think it is?” you ask eagerly as he reaches a hand to steady your shaking ones so he can read the message.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he says. “It could be. I’ve seen the way Emily looks at you, this looks like an invitation on a date to me, especially with the winky emoticon, but equally, she might just be asking you as a friend.” He smiles sympathetically as he says that, hating to temper your excitement. He’s never seen you this happy over a prospective partner and he doesn’t know how he missed how unhappy you were with men.

You giggle at Aaron speculating over the message as you would’ve done with your girlfriends back home. “She doesn’t know I’m gay,” you reason. “But I’m pretty obvious so she probably guessed. Maybe she really does want to go on a date with me!”

“Well, why haven’t you messaged back?” he asks.

“I wanted to tell you first,” you say, a little shyly. It was just nice to share in your truth with somebody. You couldn’t help feeling so eager about it.

He smiles fondly down at you. “Why don’t you make your message back a little more flirty?” he suggests as he makes his way to the kitchen to get you both a drink.

“Ooh, okay,” you muse. Subsequently, the next half an hour is spent agonising over the appropriate response, giggling and squabbling together in the way you used to before life got in the way.

Emily, I’d love to! It would be a great pleasure to spend some more time with your gorgeous self ;) How does Thursday at Cooper’s work? Maybe late morning?- Y/N

As long as we don’t get a case, I’m there :) - Emily

(If Aaron does his utmost to ensure there isn’t a case, well that’s nobody’s business but his own.)

⭐️

After agonising all morning over the perfect outfit, you hurry across the city to get to your favourite cafe in time to meet Emily. You arrive first, ordering yourself a coffee and a pastry and finding a cosy seat in the bay window, your favourite spot. Thankfully, it’s not overly busy and Emily spots you as soon as she walks in not long after you’ve sat down, grinning widely as she approaches.

“Y/N, I’m so glad we could finally do this,” she says earnestly as she gives you a hug.

“I know,” you smile shyly, returning her hug and revelling in having her so close, feeling the warmth of her body against yours, catching the gentle notes of her perfume.

“I’ll just go order a mocha and I’ll be right back,” she smiles, heading over to the counter.

You sit back and just watch her, how graceful and powerful she looks as she moves, how assertive and confident she is. Her gorgeous raven hair frames her face so perfectly and her body looks so strong under her smart, professional but stylish outfit. She smiles beautifully as she comes back over, holding a pastry in her other hand.

“Ah, another pastry addict,” you say, still a little shy and flustered.

“Oh, don’t you know it,” Emily chuckles self-deprecatingly. “Nothing better than a buttery pastry mid-morning, right?”

“Mm, I’ve got a huge sweet-tooth,” you confess. “I’ll do pretty much anything for a sweet treat.”

She laughs loudly at that, looking at you with so much warmth you think she might light you on fire. “I don’t blame you,” she agrees. “The team knows that if I’m grumpy, all I need is something sugary and I’m back on track.”

“You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful team,” you tell her, smiling back at her. “I’m so jealous of you and Aaron, surrounded by all these amazing people.”

“Oh, I know it,” she says. “Found family is important, and I rely on them a lot. I never thought getting into the FBI would change my life this much.”

“Oh, really? What led you to the academy?” you ask, gazing at her adoringly, not bothering to hide it. If you’ve misread the situation, so be it. You’re fed up of hiding, you’re going to take this risk, dive head first into it.

You chat amicably over coffee and pastry for over an hour, and when she frowns and tells you she has to get back to work, you can’t help the raging disappointment inside you. You’ve never felt this connected to somebody, ever. Maybe it’s just that Emily is the first woman you’ve allowed yourself to crush on properly, but it feels like more than that. It feels real, reciprocated even. You can’t help the burning excitement in your chest as you think about what it might be like to be close to her, to call her your girlfriend, to kiss her, to come home to her.

She gives you another hug before you part ways and the smouldering imprint of her body against yours keeps you warm the whole journey home.

⭐️

It’s nearing 7pm when you hear the knock at the door. You uncurl yourself from your cosy position on the sofa and put down your hot chocolate, leaving the movie you’re watching playing quietly in the background as you get up to answer it.

“Emily?” You’re a little bewildered to be honest. Wrapping your cardigan a little tighter around yourself, you send her a puzzled look, but you’re curious, too. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to tell you something,” she says, face serious. “I’m done screwing around; we’re not children, so let’s talk about this like adults.”

Right on cue, butterflies start swimming in your tummy, partly nerves, partly warm fuzzy hope. “Okay,” you say, still a little confused, but you guide her to the sofa and gesture for her to speak.

“I like you,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’ve liked you since I met you and you intrigue me. I want to know more about you. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, inside and out, and I’d love to take you out for dinner, on a proper date.”

You’re stunned for a moment, not entirely sure you’re actually awake. “Yes,” you say as soon as you reboot, reaching out to grab her hands gently. “Yes, please, that sounds amazing. I like you, too, I’ve liked you since I first met you.”

Her face lights up at your admission as you share a heated look before leaning in for a gentle kiss. You scoot a little closer to her and place your hands tentatively on her waist, only feeling emboldened when she leans a hand up to place on your neck, the other finding your hip. As you melt into her touch you feel her melt into yours, a mutual melding; a coming together.

It doesn’t stay chaste and gentle for long, however, quickly finding a rhythm that properly conveys the intense passion and amour filling the room, Emily eventually leaning forward and pushing you back slightly on the couch so she can lean more of her weight on you. This must be heaven. No kiss has ever felt like this, not even with your long-term boyfriends, no-one has ever made you feel the sparks that are flashing in your tummy right now.

“Hey, is this too fast?” she asks as she pulls back a bit, breathing heavily as she reaches a hand up to brush some of your hair away from your face. “Do you want to slow down?”

“No, no,” you deny, desperate to continue. “I don’t want to stop, I just… I haven’t been with a woman before.”

Your confession is shy, tentative; you don’t want to scare her off, but she simply smiles softly down at you, continuing to gently caress your hair. “Don’t worry about that,” she says. “We’ll see where this takes us and if you want to stop or slow down just tell me, alright?”

“Yeah,” you agree before leaning back in to continue the kiss, pushing your hand up under her shirt slightly and feeling her toned abs, the soft curve of her waist. It only serves to make you wetter, the feel of a woman under your palms more euphoric than you ever could have anticipated.

She moans as you explore her midriff, pushing your shirt up to do the same, and if you thought feeling a woman was amazing, being felt by one feels incredible, shivering under her touch as she runs her fingers up and down your waist, pushing your shirt up even more to caress the sides of your breasts.

“Off.” You obey and sit up a little bit to shrug off your cardigan and t-shirt as she does the same, both left only in your bras and pants, pressed skin-to-skin on the sofa. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” she moans, kissing you deeper as she tangles her fingers in your hair, tugging a little at the strands.

“Emily,” you whine as her other hand comes to your breast, teasing you with a finger slowly before running her thumb over your nipple through your lacy bra, squeezing gently. You’re already a dripping mess for her, this is already the best sex you’ve ever had, and you’ve barely started.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she suggests, pulling back a little to sit up before taking your hand and letting you lead the way. “Take your bra off and lie down on the bed.” Her voice is soft but there’s an authority to it that calms you slightly. You may not know exactly what you’re doing but Emily does and she’s going to take care of you.

“I have a few toys,” you confess shyly as you follow her orders, watching her with blown pupils all the while. “They’re washed and clean, and there are condoms and latex gloves, too.”

“Oh?” Emily asks, quirking an eyebrow slightly.

“They’re in the bottom drawer,” you say, blushing wildly as you share your sex toy collection with the woman you’ve been crushing pretty hard on for a while now.

She immediately lights up and rummages through, a playful smirk colouring her face as she pulls out a few options. You take in the fairly sizable dildo -- a favourite of yours -- the finger vibrator you’d bought only last month and a butt plug you’d had for years with hungry eyes, excited for what she has in mind.

“Before we really get going, let’s talk,” Emily smiles gently, leaning over to kiss you softly before pulling back. “What are you into, up for, wanting to try?”

“I’m not really sure,” you say, blushing awkwardly. This kind of discussion is fairly foreign for you. “I’ve never enjoyed sex before because it was always with a man.”

Emily pulls a face to make you laugh before nodding in agreement. “Okay, well how about I tell you a few of the things I like and you can tell me if you’re comfortable with them? And if you do try it and you’re not into it we’ll just stop, yeah?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“Great. I like to be on top mostly, I’m quite a dominant person but I can tone that up or down to whatever you like, too,” she starts. “I’m very into dirty talk -- a little mild verbal degradation etcetera -- I love clitoral stimulation and don’t get much from internal simulation so maybe you could use this finger vibrator on me while I tell you what to do? And I could use this dildo on you if you’d like, the butt plug, too?”

“With my boyfriends the only time they could make me cum is if they got really into dirty talk, calling me names and stuff” you confess, “so that works for me, especially if you alternate with praise. And I’m happy for you to top and be more dominant, that sounds… good. All of what you said, I want, except I think the butt plug is a bit adventurous for today?” Your face must be fire engine red but Emily is looking at you fondly so you clearly haven’t turned her off with your inexperience or bashfulness.

She grins at you before leaning in to kiss you again. “Perfect. If I say or do anything you don’t like, tell me immediately. I won’t be offended, okay? I’ll do the same.” You nod in agreement, blush calming down as she settles her body over yours, a comforting, reassuring weight in an unfamiliar scenario.

She quickly gets the lube and condoms out and once she’s ready, Emily trails latex covered fingers down your waist, tickling slightly and revelling in the shiver she elicits, before slipping beneath the waistband and pressing gently, teasingly against your clit. She presses another kiss to your lips, deepening it against your moans as she moves down to push a finger inside.

“Emily,” you cry, panting as the initial pressure against your walls makes you see stars, warm wetness helping to ease her fingers inside. She slowly works you open as she alternates between kissing you, sucking on your neck and whispering dirty, encouraging platitudes in your ear.

“Do you think you’re ready to take my cock, princess?” she asks, tone dripping and sultry as she whispers directly into your ear, licking a stripe over the shell as you moan loudly. She holds the condom-covered dildo directly in your line of sight as she presses her own heat against your thigh, rutting slightly to ease her own immediate arousal.

“Yes, Emily, please” you beg, pushing your thigh up so she can use it properly, getting an appreciative moan in response.

“Good girl,” she praises, kissing you again as she lines up the dildo, easing it into you gently, pausing when your aroused moans betray a hint of pain. “God, you took that so well. You are a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? Built to take my cock.”

“Yeah,” you whine, writhing as you feel the fullness of the dildo inside you, moaning again as Emily starts to fuck in and out. She starts out slowly before speeding it up, fucking you hard with your own dildo as she murmurs absolute filth into your ear. “Stop, stop.”

She stills her hand immediately, but you quickly ease her mind. “I’m close, don’t want to come yet.”

At that, she beams down at you. “Good girl. I think it’s my turn to get off, don’t you?”

Technically, she’s been grinding down on your leg the whole time she’s been fucking you, but you get what she means and reach for the finger vibrator, dildo still wedged firmly inside you, while she rolls onto her back. You fit the vibe onto your first finger and turn it on, thankful you recently changed the battery recently as you slide on a latex covering over your finger. She smiles encouragingly as you maneuver her hips to the right angle before teasing her a little with your middle finger to ease her into it before pressing the vibe to her folds first, thoroughly enjoying the jerk her hips make at the pleasure, before working your way up to her clit.

She throws her head back and moans wantonly as you work her over, running your other hand up her side before making your way to her breasts, leaning down to suck and bite gently at them as she cups her hand against the back of your neck, keeping your mouth where she wants.

“Keep going,” she moans as she approaches her orgasm, rutting against your finger as you swallow her nipple into your mouth with renewed vigour, desperate to bring her off. She shouts your name as she cums, squirming around your finger as her hips writhe with pleasure, eyes screwed close. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing a woman cum, and it’s so much better than whatever you’ve seen in porn, because you did this. Emily’s orgasm is your work of art and you couldn’t be prouder to sign your name against it.

“Good girl,” she sighs as she comes down. “You did so well. Now, shall we finish you off, baby?”

You’re virtually there already, seeing Emily’s pleasure had been getting you closer and closer to your own orgasm. It only takes Emily rolling you onto your back, kissing you again and fucking you a few more times with the dildo that’s stayed inside you the whole time while fingering your clit just teasingly enough to get you over the edge, powerful orgasm crashing over you as Emily whispers praise against your ear. It takes you out for a minute, lost in the haze of pleasure and its aftermath, feeling so right in that moment that you never want to leave it, wrapped up in Emily’s arms while you hang in the inbetween of a dreamy daze and reality.

Eventually, you blink your eyes open, meeting Emily’s glassy ones and smile up at her, working the energy up to roll her over and kiss her again in earnest, knowing exactly what she likes by now.

“What was that for?” she asks after you break apart, chuckling a little at your eagerness.

“A thank you,” you murmur, smiling fondly down at her.

“The best thank you you could give me is a dinner date later this week,” Emily grins. “And I’ll thank you afterwards with another mind-blowing orgasm, how does that sound?”

You stare down at her for a moment, wondering how on earth you managed to win somebody so perfect, before shaking out of it and smiling softly again. “That sounds perfect.”

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