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yunopouts · 4 years ago

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Borderline! - y. jungwon

THIS GIF DOESN'T BELONG TO ME!!

hey y'all, daisy here 🤠 this is from my jungwon fic on wattpad :)

-> genre: fluff, humour

-> high school au!

-> characters: yang jungwon, fem!oc, jay park (enhypen), nct 127!

-> word count: 6k!

ENJOY!!

ONE!

The halls were noisy as everyone crowded around the bulletin board on the second floor to check their class, as expected on the first day of school. A shell of students surrounded a girl, standing directly in front of the papers looking for her name. Her finger trailed along the white paper, stopping when she found it, bringing it to the right of the page, checking for the class and room number. Class 2-B, she thought as she moved away from the crowd, making her way to the room.

When she reached her destination, she could already predict how wild her new class was going to be; kids were laughing, paper planes and balls were being thrown and kids were even drawing and writing things all over the chalkboard. She took in a deep breath and was about to walk in when she suddenly remembered something- the most important part of the first day at a new school. The teacher’s office. She turned sharply and started walking, completely oblivious to the boy who was coming her way.

“Jungwon, watch it.” someone said.

The girl finally looked up to see if someone was going to bump into her, but there was no one in sight, only the students talking along the walls. Since she was clear of any obstacles, she continued her way to the teacher’s office.

The room was dead silent, with only one teacher there. It was a man who looked like he was in his late twenties. She knocked lightly, getting the man's attention, who then told her to enter.

“Welcome to your new highschool…” he trailed off awkwardly, not knowing how to address the student.

“Ah… Kim Jisoo.” She showed her name tag. The man smiled, welcoming her once again.

“Now, Miss. Kim Jisoo, here are forms you have to fill out, and these,” he paused, trying to find the right ones out of all the sheets scattered on his desk. “Here they are!” he said after finally finding them. “These, give them to your parents and have them look over and sign them so you can bring them back to me tomorrow.”

“Yessir.” the girl nodded, smiling slightly.

“Alright, the bell will ring soon, so…” he was cut off by the door sliding open, four students and another teacher walking in.

“Mr. Kwon.” the other teacher, a woman, called over to us. Mr. Kwon looked from me to his colleague then back to me, again.

“O-one second.” I nodded and allowed him to pass by as he tended to the needs of the other teacher.

“Why don’t you explain to your teacher what those three were doing without hall passes, Jongseong.” the woman asked in a stern tone.

“W-well, you see-” the boy stammered, obviously trying to come up with an excuse.

Suddenly, the door slid open, but this time with a loud bang as the wood hit the wall, catching everyone’s attention.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Ms. Seo, but it was me.” a new boy, with jet black hair, entered the room. He paused with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, like he had just run five laps around the track, non-stop.

“Excuse me?” the women asked.

“I, sorry one second.” he stood up properly, sucking in two deep breaths before walking calmly towards us, as if he hadn’t just made the most dramatic entrance ever. “As I was saying, it was me who made them go to the bathroom without hall passes.” he stated. “Jay and Jaeyun had to go to the bathroom but Niki spilt something on Kyungsoo and Moonbin had really bad chicken last night and couldn’t hold it in so-”

“Enough, no need to explain any further.” the teacher held up her hand, commanding him to stop.

Although the first three boys who entered were looking down, as if they were repenting, it wasn’t hard to tell they were trying to hold in their laughter, because small smiles had invaded their lips. The first boy just stood there, his expression showing that he could go into further detail on what seemingly happened to Moonbin, whichever that one was.

“Ms. Seo, I think I got it from here.” the male teacher laughed awkwardly. Ms. Won pursed her lips before looking at the girl standing next to the desk.

“Who’s that?” she nodded her head towards the student, who wasn’t paying attention to the conversation anymore.

“Oh this, Jisoo, come here.” he smiled politely at the young girl, encouraging to come closer to the group. “This is our new student, Kim Jisoo. Jisoo, this is Ms. Seo.”

“A-ah, yes, hello, my name is Kim Jisoo, nice to meet you.” she bowed. When she met their eyes, three out of the four boys gave her a welcoming smile, but the one who was last to come in looked like he was frozen in his spot.

“Grades?” Ms. Seo raised a brow.

Shrugging off her bag, Jisoo opened the biggest pocket and shuffled through a few papers before pulling out a small rectangular paper and handed it to her. As the teacher studied the numbers on the page, the boys who smiled at her attempted to take a peek of them. Ms. Seo’s eyes glimmered, handing the page back to her, a small smile forming.

“Your grades may be low in languages but you sure are talented in everything else. Looking forward to seeing you in science.” a full smile graced her lips before she bid her goodbyes to the other teacher, eyeing the boys like she knew something was going on with them.

Once the door shut, the three boys whipped their heads to look at Jisoo, but one remained silent. The three boys that did look at her all bombarded her with questions.

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TWO!

“How did you do that?” one with bleached hair asked.

“Pardon?” she cocked her head forward in confusion.

“How’d you get her to smile like that?” the bleach haired one said.

“Yeah, she never smiles.” said one of the brown-haired ones.

“Someone once told me that she doesn’t even know how to smile.” the other brunet said.

In response to that, Mr. Kwon rolled up the papers in his hand, striking all three chatty boys on the head, making them protect their heads with their hands.

“Quit it.” the boy in the back finally spoke up. The three glared at him before straightening themselves out, turning to face their teacher.

“Now,” Mr. Kwon sighed, looking to the five students. “since we’re all headed to the same place, let’s bring over some supplies.” Everyone but the seemingly soft-spoken boy and the girl groaned.

The teacher smiled and started handing out boxes filled with notebooks, loose paper and your basic classroom supplies. He gave one to each of the students, piling a few more stack of paper on the three troublemakers.

The Korean literature teacher lead the students out of the office, Moonbin, Kyungsoo and Jongseong waddling after him, probably to annoy him.

The room that the two were left behind in, was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

“We should…” Jungwon pointed at the open door, the girl nodding silently in response.

As the two slowly followed their three classmates and teacher, they kept quiet, only the odd squeak of a shoe here and there echoed through the now empty halls.

It didn’t take very long to get to the room, now fully filled with students slacking off; when they saw Mr. Kwon heading their way, they rushed to their seats, as if they hadn’t not been doing anything this whole time.

“Hello everyone!” Mr. Kwon said with a smile, earing a lively response from the kids. “Welcome to your first day of school, please look forward to, what I hope to be, a great year.” With applause from his “crowd”, he waited until they settled down to call in their transferee. “Everyone, I would like for you to meet our newest student, Miss. Kim Jisoo.”

As she walked inside, there was a round of applause again, which, to be honest, kind of frightened Jisoo.

“Er- hello everyone.” She greeted them shyly. “My name is Kim Jisoo. I look forward to a great year. Please take care of me.” She bowed. One more round of applause before Mr. Kwon pointed to the empty seat in the back, coincidentally Jungwon’s desk partner, the silent boy from before.

When she sat down, the boy looked at her, with a small smile and a hand stretched out. “Hello. Kim Jisoo. My name is Yang Jungwon, I’m looking forward to a great year with you.”

“Same here.” His smile mirrored on to her face as she shook the boy’s hand.

She was first introduced to the three boys that were in the teacher’s office, by Jungwon. The one with bleached hair was Jongseong, but he told me that I could call him Jay. The one with the undercut was Kyungsoo and the one who looked like a foreigner was Moonbin.

One thing Jisoo found that all these boys had in common with each other, other than being classmates, was that they all were very aesthetically pleasing to look at. She often found herself unknowingly staring at Jay. Not in any way, just that he just so happens to be where her eyes land.

As their teacher lectured them on classic Korean literature, a folded piece of paper was secretly slid over on to Kim Jisoo’s desk. She looked at the note, then to her desk mate, then back at the note. She glanced up once more and pointed to herself silently, to which the boy nodded with a smile plastered to his face.

She took the note off her desk and opened it up as quietly as possible. As she read the note, her heart fluttered, and a smile appeared on her face. Jungwon let out a breathy laugh when she turned to face him, her expression triggering his reaction.

She turned back to face the front and write on the paper in response. She wrote a quick ‘yes’ before folding it back up and handing it back to him. Crinkling of paper came from beside her, followed by another light laugh before they both faced the front, patiently waiting for the bell to ring.

Now that it was lunch, Jungwon and Jay directed her to the cafeteria, as promised in the note from earlier. They lined up for food before sitting down at a table where five more boys were seated. When they sat, Jungwon stayed on Jisoo’s left, but Jay moved from the middle and sat to the right of her.

Five sets of new eyes landed on the girl, roaming her face. Jay and Jungwon just watched their friends as they inspected her and after thirty seconds of silence, a boy with light brown hair spoke up.

“You must be new,” he stuck out his hand and smiled widely. “I’m Jake.”

‘An actual foreigner’ Jisoo thought to herself as she shook his hand.

Jungwon leaned towards her, so that his mouth was close to her ear and whispered, “Jake’s from Australia. He moved here about three years ago.” Her desk partner explained. Jisoo nodded in understanding before the next boy introduced himself to the girl.

“Lee Heeseung.” He smiled kindly. “I’m the oldest.”

The next boy had an adorable face. ‘Very squishable cheeks’ Jisoo thought.

“Kim Sunoo, I’m in the year above you.”

“All of us are a grade above you, except for Riki” said a boy with a mullet. “Oh, sorry, Park Sunghoon.” He smiled. Just like the rest of them, Sunghoon was very handsome.

Jay introduced the next boy, who looked a more intimidating than the rest.

“Jisoo, this is Riki Nishimura. He’s from Japan. He moved here about year ago.”

The girl gasped, surprised by what Jay had told her. “I lived there when I was younger.” She watched as Riki’s face lit up and fixed his posture a bit.

“Really? Where’d you live?”

“In Osaka, with my cousin.”

“We were only like three hours from each other; I’m from Okayama.”

“I went there every month to see my grandparents!”

“What a small world.” Jake gave a short laugh. “Now you can bond with each other.” He said in a half sarcastic, half serious tone, making the rest of the table laugh.

“You know it.” Riki threw up a finger heart for the girl, who did the same.

The eight students ate their lunch, got to know each other, and laughed a lot during that lunch period, but like everything good, it always comes to an end too quickly.

Jay, Jungwon and Jisoo were walking back to class when suddenly, someone’s phone started to ring. The three looked at each other before Jungwon pointed out that it was coming from Jisoo, to which Jay snickered at her embarrassed expression after she said it wasn’t her.

“Oh, it’s my cousin.” She exclaimed, picking up the phone with excitement. “Hey what's up!” she greeted. The girl kept a smiling expression as she walked down the hall with the boys.

When they reached the classroom, the boys gestured for her to enter, but she shooed them off so she could finish her call with her cousin.

“Oh, you’re coming to pick me up?” she asked, her eyebrows drawing closer together. “Are you sure? But you just released a new song.”

“It’s fine,” he said in a reassuring tone. “Didn’t our grandmother tell me to check up on you?”

“Yeah,” the girl let out a sigh.

“Hey Jisoo!” a voice called out from the background. “Why do you sound so dejected?”

“Are both of you coming to pick me up?” she asked, not wanting the answer to be yes.

“Obviously.” her cousin snorted. “I don’t go anywhere without Mark.”

“You don’t take me to the bathroom with you.” The background voice said.

Nothing but silence filled Jisoo’s ears, which meant the two boys on the other line were probably staring at each other.

“Do you want me to-” Yuta started.

“Okay bye you guys. See you later.” Jisoo ended the call before she could hear any further.

Sighing once more she walked into the class, falling into her chair, gaining a look from Jungwon.

“What’s up with you?” he asked as the girl took out her textbook.

“My cousin and his friend are coming to pick me up after school.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” the boy eyed her pained expression.

“Just you wait.” She let out her third sigh of the hour.

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THREE!

It was nearing the thirty-minute mark until class would be over, and never in my life have I wished for time to go by slower than I have now. I watched the clock, never taking my gaze away from the hands, testing the impossible by trying to slow it down with all my brain power.

“Don’t forget to breathe, Jisoo.” Someone on my left whispered into my ear. Flinching violently, I turned to look at my desk mate, who was smiling in disbelief. “Are you really that worried about your cousin and his friend?” I just looked at him with a blank expression, aimlessly staring at him. “What, it’s not like they’re celebrities.” He laughed.

With a groan, I flopped down on my desk, my head in my hands. “What am I going to do?” I whined.

“What’s up with her?” Jay’s voice asked. Jungwon was silent, so I’m guessing he just shrugged. “Jisoo-yah, don’t be too distraught, whatever it is will pass.”

Peaking up at the boy, I huffed out a sigh, blowing the hair out of my eyes.

“You don’t understand.” I said gruffly. “My cousin isn’t your average guy… neither is his friend; or any of his friends, for that matter.”

“Are they gangsters?” Jay whispered, pulling up a chair.

“What? No, they are not, Jay.”

“So, then I don’t see a problem.” He said nonchalantly.

With a deep sigh, I checked the time, the long hand two minutes away from three o’clock. My eyes widened at the sight as I started shoving my belongings into my backpack.

“Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, grabbing my phone, and opening my messages.

A new text popped up…

It was from him.

Him.

‘Be ready! Mark and I will be at the front gate!1!1!1!’ it read.

“He better treat you to something, if he’s stressing you out that much.” Jungwon chimed in.

I stayed silent for a second, thinking how I could be less attacked by the public when the two arrive. Grabbing both their hands and looking at them with pleading eyes. “Listen, I know we’ve only known each other for a few hours but, come with me?”

“Where?” they said in unison.

“To the front gate. Just come with me there and you’ll see my problem.”

“Okay.” They agreed.

“I promise I will treat you to a meal in the near future.” I got up and bowed, getting everyone’s attention, although it didn’t last very long since the bell rung right after.

Shooting out of my seat, I grabbed Jungwons wrist, who grabbed Jays, and started running down the hall to the exit, apologizing to whomever we bumped into.

When we got out, I saw a few girls walking out of the first year building, which meant I needed to speed it up.

“Hurry.” I said to the boys, to which they picked up their pace.

When the girls were nearing the gate, their heads turned to the left, where they saw two boys hanging out. Their expressions changed immediately, and they whipped their phones out.

“Everyone look!” one of the girls yelled to the rest of the students that were leaving.

My grip loosened on Jungwon and my legs started to sprint towards the two men.

“Yuta!” I yelled.

He turned his head and smiled, but his changed when he saw me barreling towards them, with two other people behind sprinting behind me. Once he got the message, he took off with Mark in the opposite direction of the group of students.

The group dispersed a few minutes after searching for the two idols, while the three of us were standing at the gate, catching our breath.

“So much for picking you up.” Jay said, his eyes completely shut as he calmed down.

“Guys I’m really sorry.” I looked up at them.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungwon gave a smile.

“Do you want to come with me? Mark will probably make him buy us food.” The two boys looked between each other and shrugged.

“As long as it’s not a bother to you guys.” Jungwon stated, Jay nodding his head in agreement.

“Of course it’s not!” I insisted. “Let me call him and ask him where they are.”

As if on cue, my phone started to ring.

“Oi, this is why I didn’t want you to come.”

“How was I supposed to know we’d get caught.” Yuta spoke back sassily.

“You’re so dense sometimes.” I huffed out.

“Jisoo!” Mark called from the background. “Jisoo, it’s Mark-oppa.”

That's a new one.

“Don’t call yourself ‘oppa’.” Yuta said in a disgusted tone.

“Jisoo, there’s a black SUV when you turn right outside of the gate! That’s our car!” Mark ignored Yuta.

“Anyways, hurry and come.” Yuta said in an annoyed tone.

“I’m bringing friends.” I informed them before hanging up. Turning to the boys, with a soft smile. “Let’s go.” I waited for them to get next to me before we started walking to where Mark told me.

We walked in silence until we reached the car.

“Before we get in,” I started. “It will definitely be awkward, but when we get to wherever we’re going, don’t be intimidated by them. They’ll ask you questions- like an interview, but that’s just cause they’re just a bit protective.” I advised Jay and Jungwon, who nodded. “Ready?” the boys nodded again. “Okay.” I said, turning back to the car, opening the door.

“Hey, you g- oh my god they literally are guys.” Mark’s eyes widened.

“You brought guys into our car?” Yuta asked.

“Yes, they’re my friends.”

“Hello, my name is Park Jongseong, I’m Jisoo’s classmate.” Jay bowed down in a sitting position. Mine and Yuta’s head whipped in his direction, both of us surprised at the sudden language swap.

“You speak Japanese?” I stared in disbelief. Jay nodded coolly.

“Do you know what they’re saying?” Mark asked Jungwon.

“Barely.” He responded. Mark and Jungwon laughed, lightening the mood a little bit.

“Yuta,” Mark looked to Yuta. “I think you should treat them to something. Us wanting to be nice made them have to run all the way from their class so they could protect us.” His tone was soft and begging like.

Looking at Mark with a sigh, knowing he couldn’t say no to him. “Fine. But we’re going to the dorm because Jungwoo wants to see Jisoo.” Adjusting the mirror, he looked up at the two boys through the reflection. “Tell anyone where that house is, and you’re both-”

“We live in the same building, you dolt. If anyone asks, they came over to my apartment.”

“That sounds worse.” Yuta glowered.

“We have homework.” I stated.

“Oh.” He relaxed back in his seat.

With that, we started driving down to the apartment building, sitting in the most awkward silence, until someone spoke up.

“I’ve never seen someone run as fast as Jisoo did when she saw you guys.” Jungwon pointed out. “She sprinted from the exit to the gate at lightening speed.”

“Oh yeah, that’s got to be at least one hundred metres.” Jay added in.

“She was the track star of her elementary and middle school.” Mark informed the boys, who looked at me with surprise. “Yuta brags about her all the time; he even has her gold metal in his room.” He laughed lightly, to which Yuta smacked him in the chest.

“Shut up.” He muttered and looked out the window, making Mark roll his eyes. The younger of the two looked back at me and nodded his head, mouthing that my cousin was lying. I looked down to avoid three gazes on me as my cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

As Jay, Jungwon and Mark got to know each other, Yuta and I stayed silent, obviously not over Mark’s claim.

“Tell them to get the house ready.” Yuta eyed Mark, who took out his phone and started texting.

About twenty minutes later, we entered the parking garage and found their designated spot. Five clicks sounded before four doors opened and we got out. Jay, Jungwon and Mark all got out on one side, while Yuta and I got out from the left.

When I slid out, I landed a little too hard on my ankle, creating a pain that shot up my left leg. Yuta noticed when I hissed in pain and appeared right in front of me, helping me to regain my stability. He let out a distressed sigh as he took my bag from me before we started walking to catch up with the rest of them.

“You okay?” he asked in a low tone. Nodding in silence, I slowly let go of his arm once we walked into the basement entrance.

The elevator ride to the tenth floor was silent, but the hallway sure wasn’t.

Music echoed through the hall, like there was a party going on, but it all came from one room, and as they neared the back of the hall, they stood in front of a large door that was the source of all the sound.

Turning to my classmates, I looked them both in the eye, reminding them of what I told them early. “Remember, they’re a little scary at first, but you’ll be fine if you give short and simple answers. If they get too long, they’ll get bored, because they’re a bunch of man-babies.” I muttered. I saw how they had to hold themselves back from laughing when I called them ‘man-babies’, to which I smiled softly.

“You may enter.” Yuta said like a nerd that was letting us into his lair as he swung open the door after he’d unlocked it. Mark and I walked in, followed by Jay, Jungwon and then Yuta.

“OI!” Mark boomed.

Thundering footsteps came speeding towards the front entrance, revealing seven new guys with excited looks on their faces.

“Jisoo!” the tallest of them exclaimed, throwing his arms around me.

“Ugh, hey Johnny.” I patted his back, only squeezing me tighter. “J-John-” I choked out.

“Dude, you’re gonna kill her if you don’t let go.” Jaehyun noted.

“Get… off…” Jungwoo struggled as he and Doyoung made an attempt to peel him off me, which thankfully worked.

“Who’re they?” Donghyuck pointed to the two boys. Mumbling filled the air as the boys joined in on commenting on the mysterious teenagers that had entered their home.

“My classmates.” I answered.

“Yuta’s idea ended up failing and they were dragged into this mess, so I thought it was a good idea to pay them back with food.” Mark explained. “Also, since you guys wanted to see Jisoo so bad, why not bring them all here at once. Killed two birds with one stone.” He shrugged.

The seven inspected the two young boys before walking to the living room in absolute silence.

“That means you follow them.” Mark informed the boys, who nodded slowly, following me into the living room.

Once my friends and I were seated, the seven guys sat in a shell around Yuta, so that my cousin was in the middle. Eight out of the nine stared with fierce expressions, making the younger one’s gulp. Mark, who was smiling like he’d been surrounded by puppies all day, brought two peach juice boxes, once iced green tea and once pomegranate juice box over to where we were sitting. He handed the peach drinks to Jay and Jungwon, earning shout from Jaehyun.

“Those were the last ones in the pack.” He glared at Mark.

“Get a new one.” The rapper spat. He turned to me and handed the pomegranate juice to me and then the green tea to Yuta, the six others sniggering in the back.

Yuta opened the bottle with a loud crack, silencing everybody in the room. He drank down to three quarters of the bottle before setting it down, his gaze landing back on the students.

“Who are you?” he raised an eyebrow; his expression was enough to make your skin crawl.

“Yang Jungwon and Park Jongseong.” Jungwon grabbed the back of Jay’s head, forcing him to bow, although Jay had done this once already in the car, in a different language.

“How do-” Donghyuck started, but Yuta held up his hand. “Ahem, of course, Yuta.” He looked down. My eyes shot towards Jaehyun, Johnny and Doyoung as they forced themselves not to laugh.

“How do you know my cousin.” Yuta asked.

“We’re classmates.” Jungwon stated.

“And Jungwon is her desk mate.” Jay added.

“He didn’t ask that.” The youngest of the two turned his head in Jay’s direction to whisper harshly. Jay pursed his lips and made a face that looked like he was trying to hold in a scream.

Silence fell in the room for a solid thirty seconds until Yuta let out an airy chuckle, the rest of us soon joining in.

“You can get up now.” I choked out, making my cousin let out a loud laugh. The two straightened themselves out, their faces red with embarrassment.

“Oh god, the look Jay had on his face.” Mark cackled. “You guys, we’re not that scary.”

“No one was scared of you, Mr. Sunshine-funshine.” Johnny coughed.

After everyone calmed down, Taeil brought in some take-out menu’s, displaying them on the coffee table. “Choose what you want, it’s on Yuta anyways.” The eldest shrugged.

“Speaking of Yuta,” I started. “Where’d he go?” I asked.

“I think he’s on the phone with someone, so probably in his room.” I nodded at Mark’s response.

As the boys got to know each other, the band’s leader tapped me on the shoulder. “Come with me for a second?” he held out his hand for me to take, and so I did.

Taeyong brought me into one of the rooms, where there were clothes on the bed, along with a red box. He gestured towards the bed, “Sit, please.” He looked at me with an expecting smile and blinked a few times. The rapper walked towards me and knelt in front of me. “I saw you limping earlier, when you were walking to the living room.” He explained. “Did it start hurting again?” he looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

“I had to make sure Yuta and Mark didn’t get caught-”

“They’re two very grown men who’ve been doing this for over five years, I think they would know how to handle fans by now.” He smiled softly.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’.” He cut me off for a second time. “You’re not their bodyguard, Jisoo.” He took the red box from beside me and opened it up, pulling out that familiar beige wrap. “They can protect themselves.” He started layering the bandage around my foot and ankle.

“What about stalkers? You guys have them really bad; everyone knows that.”

“They won’t hurt us. Haven’t you seen us leak their number?”

“That’s a very different case you’re talking about, Taeyong.” I stated. “Remember when you guys found one in your vent? They’re everywhere.”

The boy just sighed as he finished wrapping my foot. “That’s none of your concern.” He stood up straight and ruffled my hair. “Now hurry up and change into some more comfortable clothes.” The boy smiled warmly before walking to the door. “There should be some pain relievers on the nightstand there, take two only.”

“Hey Taeyong?” I said before he left.

“Yeah?” He turned to me.

“Thanks.” I said softly.

“Of course.” He winked before leaving me to change.

Carefully lifting myself off the bed, I unfolded the big red sweater and placed it back on the bed. I took off my school blazer and dress shirt, leaving me in a white tank top and skirt. I quickly changed into the borrowed sweater and looked for the pants but stopped for my phone when it set off.

Taeyong

I couldn’t get you any pants

Yuta wouldn’t let me into the

apartment

Also, any of our pants would

probably be too big for you ://

Jisoo

That’s okay lol

Thank you for the sweater :)

READ AT 4:00 pm

When I folded my belongings, I left Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s room and snuck into Yuta’s room, which was empty.

I dropped my shirt on the bed and tiptoed over to his dresser, opening, and closing each one until I found his sock drawer. I looked through each pair until I found a pair that looked comfy enough.

“Whatchya doin?” someone said from the door.

“Taking Yuta’s socks.” I responded, rolling the material up my foot. When I looked up, I saw the oldest (and shortest) out of the bunch, smiling before he slipped on a sweater, similar to the one Taeyong gave me. The print on the hood and chest were the same, but the sweater was black, not red.

“Your cousin told me to come in here to tell you the food was here.” He waited for me to reach the door, leaving the room together.

“What’d they decide on?” I asked, catching the pack of napkins Hyuck threw at me.

“Pizza.” Jungwon answered, passing by the singer and I. Jay and Doyoung passed with two boxes each, following the younger boy as they made their way to the living room.

Everybody gathered around the coffee table, except it was less crowded since the boys were holding an investigation anymore. My classmates and I sat away from each other- the boys sitting with Yuta, Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeil, and Mark, while I sat with Hyuck, Taeyong, Jungwoo and Doyoung.

“Take this.” Taeyong placed a piece of pizza on my plate.

“And this.” Jungwoo placed a chicken leg on my plate. When I looked at him, he simply said “KFC.” Nodding, I took a bite out of the chicken, enjoying the flavour.

“Is it yummy?” Hyuck asked and I nodded, taking another bite.

Doyoung got up and disappeared for a few seconds before returning with another juice box. I was about to open it, when he held it out of my reach and did it for me, and then handed it to me. “Don’t grip the box too hard, it’ll spill.” He patted my head, the other boys nodding in agreement to the singer’s statement.

“Stop babying my cousin.” Yuta whipped a french-fry at Doyoung, scolding him. “She’s almost an adult, you know.” He huffed out before biting into his pizza.

“Well, if you don’t do it, then who will?” Hyuck defended his hyung’s actions. Jungwoo and Taeyong both hugged me, sticking out their tongues at my cousin. “You baby Mark and he’s a realadult.” He pointed at the hand Yuta had on the Canadians’ knee, making everyone laugh; well, everyone but Yuta.

After a massive clean up, the boys and I had to do our homework, which some of the members offered to help us with.

“Wait for us!” the two roommates, Jaehyun and Jungwoo, raced over to the coffee table plopping down on either side of Doyoung. When they were seated, one more wandered into the room- the one more being Taeil.

“Alright,” Taeil rubbed his together. “What subjects do you need to focus on?” The eldest sat in the space between Jay and Jungwon.

“Math.” Jungwon raised his hand.

“Science.” Jay said.

“Languages.” I spoke in a weak tone. Doyoung and Jaehyun looked to me?

“Which one’s?” they spoke in unison.

“English and Korean.” The two smirked, scooting closer to me.

“You’re in luck.” Doyoung said coolly.

“Jaehyun lived in America for four years!” Mark yelled.

“That’s why he’s here, man!” Johnny added.

“That's not funny anymore!” Jaehyun snapped. The singer turned back to me with a smile while Doyoung was flipping through my Korean notebook.

“Why are you so bad at this?” Doyoung laughed lightly, stopping when he had my eraser thrown at him by Jaehyun.

“Can you just help me, and not make fun of me?” I rolled my eyes. “This is where I’m stuck.”

“Nuh-uh, we’re starting with grammar first.” Doyoung flipped to an empty page and started writing with a pencil he took from my pencil case. “You see these? These all make the same sounds but are spelt differently.”

“Obviously, I know that.”

“But do you know when to use them?” he raised a brow. I looked down in embarrassment, making him chuckle.

As the singer explained to me Korean grammar, Jaehyun slid the English notebook towards him and started to write things out.

About an hour and half later, Mark entered the room with a tray, filled with snacks and water.

“Some food for thought.” He smiled.

“We just ate though.” Haechan stated, glancing up from his phone.

“Jisoo gets hungry quickly; how did you forget that?” Taeyong sipped from his cup. We didn’t even notice him come up from behind Mark.

Hyuck looked to me with an awkward expression, which I also wore. “Sorry.”

I shook my head silently and took one of the packs of cookies.

“Jungwoo.” Jungwon peaked up from his notebook. “I don’t get it.” The young boy turned the book towards the singer, who inspected his work.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Oh.” He said in a small voice.

“Lemme see.” I scooched myself over to where they were. Jungwoo passed me the workbook and pencil, allowing me to look for myself, what he did wrong. “He just messed up the formula here;” I circled the spot, showing it to now four people. “When you’re trying to find the slope of a line with already knowing the start and end point of the two lines, you always subtract y2 from y1, same goes for the x’s.” Jungwoo nodded while the two youngest band members looked at me in awe. “So, you did mess up, but it was a simple mistake.” I smiled at Jungwon.

Jungwons expression did not lighten; in fact, it got darker.

“W-- What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I did that for all of them.” He muttered in a bitter tone, the room exploding with laughter, soon there after.

#yang jungwon #enhypen #jungwon fluff #nct 127 #yuta #mark lee #johnny suh #kim doyoung #kim jungwoo #lee taeyong #lee doghyuck #jeong jaehyun #moon taeil #lee heeseung #riki nishimura #kim sunoo #jake sim #jay park #park sunghoon

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theficplug · 4 years ago

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

---

Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.

---

A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.

After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

---

Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.

----

"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.

"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.

----

You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

---

"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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Extra (Tom Holland)

A/N: What is this? I have finished something? Me?? posting?? A FIC? WHAT? Is the world actually ending!?!? I think I’m funny but I’m not, clearly. Glad to be out of my writing rot tho aha. Hope you guys like this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Summary: You get a sweet but very extra surprise on your birthday nearing the end of your show.

Warnings: Fluff and my usual typos

Word Count: 5.5k+

Masterlist in Bio

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The sound of your phone just going off uncontrollably was what woke you up, and you were completely sure that it wasn't your alarm.

You squint your eyes at the bright glare of the screen, a huge contrast to your still dim hotel room. You literally had just woken up hence why the curtains aren't open yet, it's still a bit too early after all.

Flicking the ringer on silent, birthday greetings and messages from friends and families were still flooding through, your phone now vibrating instead of your loud ringtone, giving your ears a break.

As you read through and responded to all of them, you couldn't help but feel a little down after you realized you haven't seen his name yet.

Of course you feel grateful for all the sweet messages everyone has sent you, your heart is melting from all the love. But there's that slight disheartened feeling that you can't seem to shake, slight worry that your boyfriend might have forgotten about your birthday.

You haven't heard from Tom since yesterday morning, which now makes it almost a full day. After he texted you that he was going to be doing a lot of stunts and is probably going to be super busy, he then just disappeared, not even slipping in a text good night. You did let it pass though, because he might have been quite knackered after the shoot.

Message to Tom: Good morning bub <3 Just checking up on you since you haven't read or replied to any of my messages at all. Hope you're okay and haven't injured yourself Thomas. I really miss you a lot and I love you loads x

Your frown could only deepen as you hit send, still no response nor any sign that he's got your messages whatsoever.

Normally, it wouldn't really be a big deal but the last you've seen him in person was three months ago. He was busy shooting the third installment of Spider-Man all while doing a few projects on the side. And you, well, you're touring around the world.

You could be patient and blame it on the time difference why he hasn't greeted yet, but he's just behind a couple hours. Tom has made it a habit of always greeting you at midnight no matter what and where, he's just cliché like that, and it was definitely passed midnight in New York.

God, you sound so much like a whiny and ungrateful brat, but you can't help it, you just miss him so much.

Maybe you've gotten so used to always spending your birthdays with him so the first time that you're celebrating it from different parts of the globe, it does makes you sad.

You did try to make ends meet, but a week before today, he's brought you the news that he can't fly out due to conflicting schedules with some of the actors he's working with, and that it's critical that he's there on the day. To be the leading role of a gigantic movie, asking a few days off is never that simple.

On the other hand, you have a show today and tomorrow, so flying to him isn't exactly ideal either. You understand of course, you are sort of in the same line of work, but still, it doesn't make you feel any less gloomy.

With one big stretch, you placed your phone back on your side table as you slowly got out of bed, opting to go and take a shower to then head down and meet the crew for breakfast.

Maybe you'll hear from him later in the day.

* * *

It was late in the afternoon and still not a single word from Tom.

You were growing worried because it was so unlike him to be very cut off and silent.

Did he lose his phone?

You tried to contact Harry—who's with Tom currently—but he too wasn't responding. Everything was just off and odd altogether, the tiny pit in your stomach only growing bigger the more you worry and think about where your man is.

"Have you heard from Tom?" You asked with furrowed brows the moment Molly, your manager approached you on stage. Your hand found its way to fish your phone out of your pocket to check it for the umpteenth time, but still, no sign of him.

You were finishing up your final soundcheck before you were off to a mini get-together—snacks and drinks included—with some of your fans. It was your alternative to a meet and greet because you'd rather hang out and have real conversations with them than the whole quick snap and go.

She shook her head at you all confused, a slight glimmer in her eyes that you didn't quite catch. "Uh no, why?"

You sighed. Tom doesn't really contact your manager unless its important matters, so you don't even know why you're asking, maybe you've just grown desperate to hear even the smallest thing from him, just anything. "Never mind. Is it time?"

"Yeah, they're all waiting for you."

You simply nodded as you followed her off stage, handing the guitar over to your guy on the way.

Walking through the hallway, you kept your head down, eyes glued to your phone as you respond to more messages from people, but also checking if Tom has come back from ghost town.

You were aimlessly following Molly to wherever room or space they set up the get-together in, just watching her shoes and never looking up from your device. That, until you heard a few shuffling of rushed feet and a door being slammed shut.

"What was that? And what's in here?" You asked, eyes now trained on a door of what looks like another dressing room. Molly continued walking, so you kept following but with your gaze still glued to the door, curios as to what's going on inside because you definitely can hear a bit of ruckus.

"Oh just the staff, that's one of their rooms." She answered casually, not even bothering to give you or the room a glance.

"Is it weird if I just go inside and say thank you? Would that be too... intrusive?" You pondered, halting in your tracks as you contemplated on knocking. You just wanted to extend your gratitude for all their hard work, but you aren't sure if they were comfortable with you suddenly just strolling in.

"It's not weird at all hun, but you've got a schedule." She smiled at you sweetly, nodding her head towards the direction of the get-together.

"Oh right, yeah, let's go."

You gave the door one last look before turning on your heel to follow Molly once again, up until you reached another space covered in curtains. And the moment your bodyguard pulled it open, wide smiles on faces greeted you as they all sang in tune.

"Happy birthday to you!"

You laughed as you shyly shook your head at them. Warmth coated your whole body in an instant as love and pure adoration radiated off of the space, off of your fans.

You did as much as wave your fingers in the air as they sang, serving as a conductor because for the number of years you've been on this earth, you still have no idea what to do when people sing the birthday song to you.

* * *

"I can't thank you guys enough for being here with me tonight. You guys have been so incredible, you always are." You breathed out as your voice echoed throughout the whole arena. You looked at the thousands of people who came tonight to see you perform with a proud grin, their energy never wavering as they sing your songs back to you from each melody to lyric.

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you tried to catch your breath, taking the water bottle off of the floor and lifting it up to your lips to have a quick drink.

"Now, give me everything you've got for this last song alright?" You spoke into the mic once you've rehydrated.

"Wait, wait. Don't you guys agree that Y/N is killing it tonight?" Your pianist, Sara, interrupts, the crowd cheering in agreement at her input. "And judging by today's occasion, I think we all owe her a little song." She added, earning a hearty laugh from you as you brought the mic back to your lips.

"You guys don't have to—"

"Happy birthday to you!"

The song was played no matter your protest, Sara leading the crowd as she plays the tune on her keys, the rest of the band following suit.

Your laugh bounced off the walls as you stood there in complete awe. It was a beautiful sight to see, the crowd all singing in unison, lights up in the air as they pour all their heart to the simple yet special song. The song still filling you up with joy and warmth despite having heard it countless of times for the whole day, and the fact that all these people were there for you? It was definitely the icing on the cake.

"Thank you so much you lovely people, y'all are making me emotional. And they say the best way to spend your birthdays is with the people you love and the ones who love you, and they were absolutely right. I'm so blessed to have you guys tonight, because I do love you all very much." You stated fondly the moment they finished with a loud cheer, a hand placed right atop your heart as you feel it grow ten times its size.

"Y/N, we've got another something for you." Sara spoke before you could even get another word out, hand gesturing towards the large screen right behind you.

"Oh god, is this mission make Y/N ugly cry today?" You laughed, turning around just in time too see the tour artwork turning pitch black to then be replaced by a huge countdown.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The crowd roared in delight as Mr. Niall Horan joined with Lewis Capaldi appeared on screen, large pints of Guinness on hand with their arms around each other as they give you their birthday greeting.

"Happy birthday Y/N! But since we're halfway across the world, we'll be there with you in spirit. Also, Lewis and I decided to celebrate anyway so cheers to you and have an amazing day." Niall chuckled as he lifted his beer up. "I'll make sure to have a good drink for you Y/N! We miss ya and we love ya!" Lewis added with a cheeky grin, and you couldn't help but shake your head at the two with a big smile of your own.

You've worked with them both on a few songs, and both were the funniest yet sweetest gentlemen you've met in the industry, especially when you put the two together.

Both of them emptied their glasses as they bid their goodbyes, Niall's loud laugh echoing throughout the arena when Lewis spilled before they disappeared on screen.

The crowd went even louder once Shawn Mendes' pretty face appeared on it next, sporting his usual bright smile as he gave you his short but sweet greeting. "Happy birthday Y/N! Wishing you all the best in life since you deserve all of it! Can't wait to work with you again soon! Have fun on your birthday honey!"

You shook your head in disbelief. An amused smile was plastered on your face, still unable to fathom that a few years ago you were a huge fan of him. And now you can say you've worked with him, even call him a friend. Funny, how the universe works.

Alessia Cara came up next with a smile, wide and bright, you're heart melting to see one of your greatest and closest friends. She's just a pure and kindhearted soul, a rare beauty. "Hey there you lovely and amazing woman! Happy birthday! I miss hanging out with you a lot but I shall see you soon! Keep conquering the world Y/N! I am so proud of how far you've come and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way. Again happy birthday! Have an amazing one and I love you!" She blew you a sweet kiss and waved you goodbye, tears already brimming in your eyes at all the love and appreciation thrown your way.

Next were Zendaya and Jacob Batalon, who you've grown close with through no other person than Tom. Both were clearly on set sitting on directors' chair in their characters' outfits. Both looked a little tired but they still greeted you with wide smiles nonetheless.

"Happy birthday Y/N!" They screamed in unison. "We wished we could be there with you to celebrate your birthday but you already know how these things go." Z pouted, Jacob copying her as well and you couldn't help but giggle. "But soon when we get a break we will catch up and celebrate your birthday." Jacob added with a knowing grin. "Anyway! Duty calls so enjoy your birthday and have great one! We love you!"

Then friends and family came up on screen, ones who you've missed most having been away from them for so long and that's when you felt your heart ache a little. Happy tears were brimming in your eyes as each of them shared their lovely messages, saying how proud they are for how far you've come. And when those words come from the people who you truly care about, it means the absolute world.

The next person to share their video message didn't help with the tears either, a hushed sob escaping your lips the moment you saw his familiar face.

The crowd behind you screamed at the top of their lungs the moment Thomas Stanley Holland appeared on screen, handsome face sporting that sweet and charming smile as he sat in his trailer wearing his Spider-Man suit.

"Hello darling. My love, I'm so gutted that I'm not there so celebrate your birthday with you. If I could teleport myself by your side right now, I would in a heartbeat, but anyway, happy birthday sweetheart!" Tom exclaimed joyfully, grin all beaming and you couldn't help but miss him even more.

"Oh, where do I start? Well, I can start by saying how proud I am of you, so so proud of the gorgeous, powerful, strong and successful woman that you've grown to become. You've worked so hard to get where you are today and it fills me with so much happiness knowing that you're out there traveling the world and doing what you love the most." The crowd cooed at Tom's sweet words, your heart was already melting at the seams as more tears threaten to spill, and he wasn't even done yet.

"You deserve the whole world if not more with how kindhearted and compassionate you are. And gosh you make me feel so happy and loved. I feel so lucky to have someone like you in my life, I can't even begin to describe to you exactly how much, and if I tried? Then we'd be here for hours on end. And lastly—because I'm being called to set right now, if I wasn't I'd be talking about how amazing you are some more—I am truly, madly and deeply in love with you Y/N. You are my world and I hope I make you feel loved every single day, because you truly deserved to be."

"Tom they're waiting for you."

"Yeah, just one more minute." Tom calls out to someone off shot before his eyes landed back on the camera, staring straight at you through the screen with a guilty smile. Guilty because it pains him that he's not there with you. "I love you dearly, and I miss you so much. I'll make it up to you I promise. Once again, happy birthday to my beautiful girl and I shall see you soo—"

All of a sudden the screen went static, Tom's words being cut off as you heard nothing but white noise. Then everything just went black, the whole arena dark as the night as gasps of surprise and screams of panic echoed throughout its walls.

Tell everyone to stay calm Y/N, we're fixing things up.

Your sound guy spoke in your in-ear. You nodded despite the fact that they probably can't see you due to the darkness. Turning back around to the audience, you spoke into the mic. "I'm sorry guys, just technical difficulties. Just stay in your seats in be calm, the lights should be back on in a minute."

And as if on cue, the crowd screamed as the power turned back on. However, after a few seconds, they turned unusually rowdy, too rowdy for it to be only that reason. Slowly you got the feeling it wasn't only because of that, judging by the volume and power of their cheer, and by a few fans pointing at the stage as if they're seeing something you aren't.

For a split second, you met eyes with Molly who was right by the side of the stage. She had that all-knowing grin on her face as she pointed towards something behind you.

Confused, you turned around, jumping in sheer shock when you were met by a hanging, upside-down person dressed in a red and black Lycra suit, face all covered with a mask making the identity of the person pretty much unknown.

Your heart beat quickened as you stumbled back on your feet at the sight of the person, your brain registering it back to a specific boy—one who you saw on screen minutes ago wearing the exact same outfit—even if there was no confirmation as their face wasn't even shown. Your whole body was trembling from surprise, excitement but also worry that it might not be who you think it is under that mask.

Emotions were all over the place as you stared right at upside-down, masked-face of Spider-Man who held a birthday cupcake in hand.

"No, no, stop, please, is this a prank?" You croaked out, shaking your head as tears started to escape your eyes, question a must because you're having a really hard time believing what you're seeing.

It's been a long day, you just really wanted to make sure that what's happening is real and not just a figment of your imagination. You had to make sure that it wasn't the desperation of you missing your boyfriend painting pictures in your head. Not only that, but to really be sure that it's actually him under that mask.

"Guys! Don't even play! Please don't get my hopes up. That's a stunt double right?" You asked into the mic as you looked at your band and the rest of the crew for answers, who gave you nothing but wide smiles. You just feel like it would be too good to be true, and you really don't want to face disappointment if it wasn't him.

On the other hand, out of all the things they could have done to prank you, why would they choose this? It's a bit cruel to prank someone on their birthday now doesn't it? Especially when it involves playing with their emotions?

Unless, it's not a prank at all and you're getting way too ahead of yourself.

Mr. Spider-Man beckons you over, finger pointing at your hand to which you held the mic. With tears already clouding your vision, you moved closer slowly.

Reaching a close enough proximity, you had one hand over your mouth to silence your whimpers as the other lifted the microphone up to where Spider-Man's mouth is supposed to be. And the moment he spoke, you've lost any sense of control over your emotions or your sanity, his voice just too familiar for it to be someone else's.

"Why don't you take off the mask and find out yourself darling?"

You shook your head at the upside down boy as joyful tears streamed down your face, shaking hands lifting up to hook your fingers on the edge of the mask, pulling it down and removing it fully to reveal the face of the man you love.

"You sneaky bastard." You laughed tearfully, Tom only grinning at you all proud, his face now turning redder as the seconds pass by, being upside-down and all.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." He chuckled, offering you the cupcake, which you took gladly, balancing it with the mic on your hand. You were unable to form any more words as you stared at Tom, still unable to believe that it's actually him, and that he's here, in the flesh.

The crowd started to chant the word "kiss" over and over, making you throw your head back in pure laughter.

"We should do the kiss." Tom wriggled his eyes brows at you, mischievous smirk in play and you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling at your boy. But still, you gave in anyway as you cupped his face softly, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of his warm skin against your palm.

You brushed the tip of your nose with his with a hum, moving closer until there was no space between you two as you captured his lips in yours, all while trying to manage the whole upside-down situation.

Tom sighed in pure satisfaction to finally feel your lips on his after months of being deprived from it, your touch making him feel like he's floating, which says a lot given the fact that he was already hanging mid-air all while being upside-down.

The kiss didn't last long though, too many prying for you two to cherish the moment. The crowd, on the other hand, cheered in amusement at the extremely cliché but sweet gesture, you and Tom giggling between the kiss at the loud support.

"Okay, I'm actually getting dizzy now." Tom laughed once you pulled away, hand gesturing for you to move just a little bit farther, and when you did, he flipped himself right-side-up with ease. A few guys then rushed on stage to help him with the wires, and once they were off, Tom turned to you with a sweet smile, face coated with wholesome contentment to finally see you in person again.

"You're actually here." You whimpered, fresh tears wetting your cheeks some more once he stood right in front of you.

"Aww darling, come here." Tom cooed with a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around your frame as he held you close to his chest, pressing a sweet kiss on top of your head. You couldn't contain your sobs as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume filling you up quickly and it only made your grip around him tighten.

You just miss him so damn much, and to actually have him here on your birthday, to be holding him so close after months, it was making every fiber of your being emotional.

"I haven't missed your birthday, not a single one, ever. Why would I start now?" He whispered against your hair, swaying you from side to side in a comforting manner, a soft sigh coming out of you as you felt your heart grow with even more love for this man.

"I still haven't decided if I hate you or love you for doing this." You giggled with tiny sniffles, pulling away to get a proper look at his handsome face, the face that you'll always be glad to see. Hate because he almost gave you a heart attack and for making you worry about him for being gone for a day, and love because, well, he's here now isn't he?

Tom only shot you a wink. "I'll tell you all about it later." He says, hand reaching down to take the microphone from you.

"Hey everyone, I'm Spider-Man." The crowd roared at that, Tom laughing in pure glee, all proud of his choice of words as he slings his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side. "I just want to thank you guys for supporting this amazing woman right here. I've been watching the show from the very start and you guys have been incredible."

Tom turned to look at you lovingly, smile coated with delight and adoration, voice layered with nothing but certainty. "I love this woman a lot, so thank you for making her dreams come true and for making her happy."

With just that, you were able to conjure even more tears as you looked at Tom all adoringly with a small pout. The boy stared at you with just as much love, cooing at your reaction as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

How have you managed to get so lucky?

"Right, I'm done crashing your show so take it away my love." Tom finished as he handed the microphone back to you. Giving you one last warm squeeze and a peck on the lips to match, Tom was then waving goodbye to the audience and disappearing side-stage to watch the rest of the show.

Taking in deep long breaths, you turned to the audience with a laugh. "Okay, wow. Mission Ugly Cry is a success then. I haven't see him in months okay I couldn't help the tears."

"I wasn't expecting that at all as you can probably tell by my reaction. How am I supposed to top that now?" You rubbed your temple in feign worry, the audience cheering you in mere support.

You were still sniffling from all the crying along with your throat being little dry. And you were thankful for waterproof mascara otherwise you would've looked even more horrifying.

"God I'm such a mess, can I have some tissues please?" You asked, looking around the crew for help as you attempted to wipe off the tears with your fingers.

Instead of the staff, Tom ran back out with a box of tissues and a bottle of water in hand, making you shake your head in utter hilarity at how corny he is. You couldn't hold back your laughter when he handed you the box of tissues, pulled a couple pieces and held his fingers under your chin as he wiped your tears for you, all gingerly as if he was retouching your make up. After that, he opened up the water bottle to help you drink, then fixed your hair up jokingly and squeezed your nose playfully right after.

Once he was done with, he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, waving one last time at the crowd before returning back to side-stage.

"My new assistant everyone." You joked, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend with a grin you can't seem to wipe off. Tom mirrored your expression as he gave you two thumbs up in support for the last song, and with that you turned back to the crowd with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Right, let's go out on a high note."

* * *

"Absolutely killed it." Tom praised, engulfing you in a warm embrace the moment you got off stage, a soft thank you coming out of you as you squeezed him back.

On your way back to your dressing room, You kept each other close, his arm slung over your shoulder with yours around his waist as you walked through the hallway.

"I'm not leaving your side by the way. I missed you too damn much and I'm not going to waste any second by being a little far from you." Tom shot you his best puppy dog eyes combined with a cute pout, a sweet giggle escaping your lips that made Tom's heart melt ten times over. "Well, I'm not complaining."

It wasn't that long of a walk from the stage to your dressing room but you had time to kill, so you turned to look at your man with a curios glint in your eyes.

"Tell me how you've managed to pull off this extremely over-the-top surprise? I mean, you could've just showed up in my dressing room and I would've cried just as much." You pointed out. Not that you didn't like what he did, you loved what just happened, every second of it, but you cannot deny that what he did was as extra and cliché as one can be.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle, "I know. But I wanted it to be special, you deserve nothing but. And you've got to admit, dangling upside-down in the middle of the stage during your show, all while dressed as Spider-Man is pretty impressive. Plus, we did the kiss. I'd say it's an amazing birthday surprise."

"It is amazing. I just happen to forget how extra you are sometimes." You teased. "I am, but you love me for it." Tom retorted back with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes with soft laugh.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you so much bub, you always make my birthdays memorable." You sighed, wrapping both your arms around him with a smile full of gratitude. Tom planted another kiss on your forehead, a bright smile on his lips to match yours as he hummed. "Anything for my angel."

"Now, details Holland."

"Right, managed to pull some strings a a week ago and was able to ask few days off, so the whole conflicting schedule wasn't entirely a lie but it wasn't as serious as I made it out to be. Flew out last night right after the shoot. I couldn't handle just lying to you which is why I didn't respond to any of your messages in case I slip up. I'm sorry about that love."

"And then out of nowhere I thought how awesome it would be to pop up as Spider-Man in the middle of your show and do the famous kiss, so I asked Marvel a favor and thank goodness they let me borrow the suit. Called Molly to tell her about my plan, she helped quite a lot. Arrived here earlier this morning, did a test run with the wires and all that while you were still back at the hotel. Changed into the suit to then wait for the time. Oh! And if you actually looked up from your phone earlier down the hall on your way to your get-together, the whole surprise would've been ruined."

You gasped as you smacked his chest lightly. "That was you! I knew something was up." You felt really played, knowing you could've seen him if you did as much as peek up from your phone. But then again, it would've ruined the whole thing, and you really don't want to change anything that has happened today, so you're glad you didn't.

Tom could only laugh at your reaction, giving your pout a sweet peck before continuing. "The video messages were planned a long, long time ago but we made a few edits at the end of my bit to make it dramatic and here we are now."

And just as he said those last words, both of you now stood in front of the door of your dressing room. If there's one thing you always tend to be surprised about Tom, it's his impeccable timing.

"You are something else Thomas." You gushed, referring to today's escapade and just in general. You really are so lucky to have someone like him in your life, so thoughtful, caring, kind and just all around amazing.

You don't really know what came over you but the moment he opened the door to your dressing room and are your way inside, just knowing that you two were finally alone, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down, crashing your lips on his as you pushed him back against the door, closing it shut in the process.

Tom chuckled lowly at the sudden change in mood, hands taking home on your waist as he relished the taste of your lips, one he's missed so bad.

The thick fabric of his suit was starting to irritate him for he just wants to feel your skin on his fingertips, especially after so long of not having to touch you. It got on Tom's nerves even more when he felt it grow even tighter than it already is.

And when you started to nibble on his bottom lip as your hands inched down his body slowly, Tom groaned, pushing you away gently, just for a little room to breathe. "Darling, it's very uncomfortable, borderline painful when I get hard in this suit, you know that." He grumbled, brown eyes a shade darker as his grip on your waist tightened.

You giggled, recalling all the times you've teased him whenever you came to visit him on set. "Hmm, let's get you out of it and go back to the hotel then."

Tom's bottom lip got caught between his teeth at your suggestion, your insides churning as he looked at you lustfully, a deep rumble erupting from his chest when he said,

"We definitely should. After all, this isn't the only surprise I have in store for you sweetheart."

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We're the same | Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!Reader.

Summary: Tony was not only fascinated with what Peter could do, but he was also trying to figure out how it was possible that a spider could give someone superpowers, so he brought a few of those to the avengers place, not knowing the consequences that would be bringing for you.

Warnings: A bit of swearing.

Word count: 4.9 k

A\N: what's up with y'all dating Peter but also being the daughter of Tony? Hahaha I don't complain, wish that was real for me as well haha.

[Part 2]

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"Alright… careful, careful…" you hear your father's voice as you entered the building, school was over and all you wanted to do was go back home and eat something, relax and sleep all day, but of course, there wasn't a single normal day in your life, as the elevator to your dad's lab opens, you find Tony looking at a big container, it was covered with a black blanket so you couldn't see what was under it, Maybe a new suit he was working on?

"Hi" you smile, your dad turns around to greet you with a smile.

"Hello sweetie, how was school?" Tony gives you a soft kiss on the head.

"It was okay… What's that?" You point at the big container in front of you.

"That's-" Tony's words get interrupted by someone else's, the elevator opens and you see the one and only Peter Parker make his way to you both.

"Alright mister Stark I'm he...re…" Peter freezes in place when he sees you, you only look back at him and back at your father.

"Are you having some father-son quality time?" You roll your eyes at Peter and look back at Tony, knowing that whatever that was under that blanket wasn't none of your business, it was for Peter, like everything.

"It's not like that we're just…" Peter starts speaking, trying to explain to you, you look back at him and he closes his mouth, feeling like your eyes were daggers.

"I'll be in my room, have fun you guys" No one else said anything else, you only turned around to leave both men to whatever they had in their hands now.

Your day was going well, you ate something, you took a shower and you also slept all day after finishing your homework, meanwhile, for Peter and Tony it was all chaos, something went wrong, as Peter was trying to show his abilities to Tony, he fell against the container with the radioactive spiders.

Peter was quick enough to catch almost all of them with his speed, but it wasn't enough, a few of the spiders made their way through the ventilation system, trying to find a new home.

You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, having the sweetest of dreams, when you suddenly felt something biting your leg, you woke up screaming thinking it was a dream, but it felt too real for a dream, so you quickly checked your leg to see the spider.

"What the fuck?!" You screamed so loud that almost everyone in base could hear you. You quickly killed the spider and you threw it out of your window, thinking it wasn't such a big deal. With that, you went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

Down in the laboratory Tony and Peter heard your scream, for Tony, it wasn't such a big deal, you were always screaming your lungs out, but for Peter, he felt that something was wrong, he felt an uneasy feeling in his chest, something was going on with you.

"Hey mister Stark.. Uh… So, is y/n okay?" Peter asked Tony, the man looked back at Peter with a soft look.

"Yes? Why?".

"Cause that was her screaming right?".

"Yes, that was my kid, but you have nothing to worry about, maybe she's getting angry cause she can't figure out something for her homework, or maybe she's playing video games or something…" Tony looks at Peter raising an eyebrow "You know what, I think that's enough for today, go back home to your aunt and… do whatever teenagers your age do, homework? I don't know…" Tony fakes a smile.

"Alright… uh, okay, yeah sure" Peter smiles grabbing his backpack and jacket, he gives one last look to the container feeling weird there was something wrong and he couldn't figure out what.

As he walked to the elevator, he couldn’t help himself but to push the button that would take him to the dorms, as the elevator door opened, he walked out looking for your room, as he was outside your door, he started to think this wasn’t a good idea after all.

You never seemed to really like Peter and he never knew why, he admire your dad for his work and his intelligence, and that was it, but with you it was different, he couldn't help but to grow a small crush on you with the passing time, but each time that he seemed to talk to you, you just never payed attention to him or you straight up ignored him.

He gave the door two knocks waiting for you to open, after no response, he decided that it was better to leave you alone, he could try tomorrow, like any other day.

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The next morning, the alarm started with it's usual annoying sound, you reached for it smashing it into pieces, if the alarm didn't wake you up, that certainly did. You looked at the now very broken alarm on the floor, you looked at your hands with horror.

"Am i still dreaming?" You stood up from bed and walked to your closet to get your uniform, as you pulled the door to open it, you ripped the entire door, you looked amazed at it in your hand "Holy shit…" you whispered and started laughing. "Wait a minute… Am I still dreaming?... I must be this is insane but hella cool!" You started laughing trying to get rid of the door, you shake your hand but the door didn't seem to leave your hand, which was weird. "Do I have glue or something? What the…" By this point you started to feel very annoyed by the fact that you couldn't let go of the door in your hand.

A small knock on your door makes you jump, then the door opens revealing Pepper's blushy face, she smiles at you like all mornings, you put the door back in place pretending to be opening the closet door.

"Heeeeeey!" You smile awkwardly.

"Good morning honey… Breakfast is amlost ready, I'm dropping you at school today so get ready" Pepper smiled.

"oh! Yeah sure is just that… I'm having a… a bit of a problem right here" you whisper, Pepper wasn't your mom, but you trusted her as if you were her own daughter, and Pepper trusted you the same, you both had an amazing relationship, and it all started when trying to keep your father alive, but now, it was more than that.

"Oh… What's going on?" Pepper entered your room, closing the door behind her, she walked towards you.

"No! Don't get close! I don't know what's wrong with me" you spoke with a bit of fear.

"What do you mean?" She asked confused, you take the door off of it's palace and you smile awkwardly at her, you then point at the alarm that was smashed a few minutes ago on your floor. "Oh…".

"I - I don't know what's happening, it feels like I have glue in my hands there sticky and I can't get rid of the damn door and I smashed my alarm and I … I don't know what's wrong!" You panicked.

"Okay, Y/N I need you to take a deep breath okay?" Pepper steps closer to you, she grabs the door for you and pulls it away from you little by little "Breathe… that's right, try to relax" As you started to relax, you could feel your hand letting go of the door, pepper throws the door on the floor and smiled at you.

"Thank you" you smiled shyly.

"Let's go with your dad …" Pepper looks at the door on the floor and then at you "there's clearly something wrong".

"You tell me…".

The both of you entered the elevator going to Tony's lab, it was early but it was obvious that he was working on something for Peter, so it wasn't a surprise that he'd been there all night.

As the elevator doors open, you see your dad and Peter already there, the only difference was that Peter had different clothes from yesterday.

"Tony! We have a problem!" Pepper speaks angrily at him.

"Potts… no please… Not in front of him" you whisper, feeling ashamed of Peter there.

"A problem? What's wrong?" Tony looks at the both of you with a smile "Wait… I don't know anything about THAT type of problems, you are girls you fix it!" Tony goes back to working to whatever he was doing.

"Tony…" Pepper cross her arms on top of her chest. "It's Y/N, and this is… Okay, show him" Pepper looks at you, wanting you to do something.

"Well… It's not such a big deal" You look at something you can break, you grab and empty metal box smashing it, Tony and Peter look at you with surprise.

"Holy sh…" Peter covers his mouth, you only look at him annoyed.

"Since when are you able to do that?!" Tony asks surprised.

"Since this morning… I had a fever all night and I felt very weird and, I dunno' dad I don't know what's going on" Tony and Peter shared a small worried look and then looked over at you.

"I know what's going on with you Y/N" Peter speaks, he stands up from his chair walking towards you, when he's in front of you, you feel electricity running through your body, as if something clicked between you and Peter.

"Wow…" the both of you whisper at the same time.

"You're like me!" Peter confirms with a smile.

"Say what now?" You shake your head getting out of the trance that you both were in.

"The spiders!" Tony screams stands up "Kid are you sure you catched all of them?!" Tony asks Peter, the teenager looks at him confused.

"I thought I did, but apparently I didn't… That's why you screamed yesterday right?" Peter looks at you with a smile. "A spider bite you!".

You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't, you were as confused as someone in math class, you look at Pepper giving her a 'help me look', she understands, she looks at Tony.

"What's going on?" Pepper smiles in anger, trying to calm down "what did you do to your daughter Tony?!" Pepper screams losing her cool.

"I-" Tony looks at Peter for help, just like you, Peter looks at you with a smile.

"You're going to be okay… I swear, just trust me" Peter smiles, giving you a reasuranse look.

[°°°]

Peter wasn't happy with what was happening to you, but deep inside he was, this was his perfect time to grow closer to you, spend time with you and show you how to control your new abilities, he didn't have anyone by his side when everything was happening to him at first, but you have someone, you have him, and he wasn't going to leave you alone.

That day you and Tony decided that skipping school was the best idea, he called to report you sick for like a week, it was better if you spent a few days working on your new abilities before you caught someone's attention at school and then having S.H.I.E.LD knocking on Tony's door.

After school, Peter rushed back to base to work with you on your new cool powers, the both of you were in the gym, you were standing there awkwardly waiting for him, he was looking for something in his backpack, and when he got it, he looked at you with the brightest of smiles, it was hard not to smile back at him.

"I got something for you" Peter gets close "Can I…?" He extends his hands grabbing yours, you look at what he was doing, he was putting some kind of bracelets, his touch was soft, he was trying to be extremely careful, you have new reflects, so he tired not to activate any of them.

"What is this?" You said looking at the bracelets.

"Web shooters!" Peter smiles "I made them in class for you today, I didn't know what was your favorite color so I just made them blue and red like mine, I'm sure that Mr Stark can help you customize them later".

"Thank you…" that was the only thing you could say, Peter looked at your face, you didn't look happy, hyped up, it was all sadness, it seemed like you wanted to cry?

"Y/N…" Peter whispered your name, you look up at him and he sees your watery eyes, he sighs trying to find the correct words "You're not alone in this… You have your dad, and… I'm here for you, I can teach you everything you need to know to be Spider-Man or Spider-Woman?..." He smiled awkwardly "I know this can be overwhelming but believe me, this is the coolest thing ever, you’re gonna love it" Peter smiles.

"I'm not so sure Pete… this is your thing, not mine, i think that you are much better at this 'superhero' thing, you can keep up with everything my dad does, I'm just a normal kid, I go to school, I do homework, I like going to the office with Pepper and just help her around… I'm not built to be this" Your voice was shaky, everything was striking you like a bullet, you felt weird, you had new feelings or better said, you could feel all your feelings at the same time, which was horrible.

You looked at Peter and you started wondering if this is how he felt all the time, you started to feel a bit of compassion for him, you started to feel some kind of new respect for him.

"What?! No! Don't say that, you are as much of a superhero as anyone in this base Y/N! And… To be honest, I kinda want you by my side in the streets?" He whispers the last sentence making you smile shyly.

"Like a spider couple? Or… duet?" You smile, Peter nods with the same smile.

"Just imagine, we can be unstoppable! Or much better! No one knows you exist yet, I can go on patrol one day you the next day, so we can both rest… for a bit" he sighs and you chuckle.

"Poor thing… must be exhausting being Spider-Man 24/7".

"Alright…" Peter smiled standing beside you "Let's start with your first lesson, the web shooters".

You had to admit it, Peter was a lot of fun, his bad jokes, all his references to modern culture, and he was also an amazing teacher, in no time you started picking up this web shooters thing, attracting things to you, small things at first, then things like punching bags that were around in the gym and more heavy things, finding out that you were a lot more stronger than you thought.

Peter couldn't help but look at you with proud eyes, he was so happy you started to like this, in no time, the both of you stuck yourselves to the ceiling, just talking… you could feel all your blood coming down to your head but it wasn't bothering you all thanks to your new abilities.

"This is so cool… you always do this?" You ask with a smile, Peter smiles back nodding.

"All the time, this is how I sneak myself to my room so aunt May doesn't find out" you both chuckle.

"Oh man, I can't wait to sneak up on my old man and scare the shit out of him" you laugh imagining Tony screaming.

"I would love to see that" Peter laughs as well, Tony Stark getting scared a pretty funny image.

"Dinner's ready… What?" Pepper enters the gym but sees nothing.

"Up here!" You smile, Pepper looks up at the ceiling looking surprised at the both of you.

"Uh… Get down kids, it's time for dinner, and please, no web shooters at the table" Pepper smiles getting out of the gym.

Peter gets down quickly, he was used to it, but for you, all of a sudden, the floor started to look very far, you started panicking, and Peter noticed it, call it his sixth sense.

"Hey Y/N…" Peter looks up "let go, just relax, I'm here, I'll catch you, I promise" Peter opened his arms to catch you, you close your eyes remembering his lectures on how to let go objects from your new sticky fingers, as you started to feel relaxed, you felt your body lighter but maybe that what just gravity playing with you.

In seconds, you were in Peter's arms, you opened your eyes to find Him looking at you with soft eyes and a small smile.

"Told you I got ya', you okay?" Peter smiles, not noticing that you were still in his arms, not that he minded that for a bit, he actually started walking to the door with you in his arms.

"Yeah… thank you" you smile, swinging your feet and letting Peter carry you "I can get used to this!" You laugh.

"What do you mean? Being a superhero?" Peter smiles down at you.

"No!" You look up at him "At you carrying me around everywhere" Peter felt his cheeks burn like fire when he noticed that he was still carrying you, carefully he put you on the floor with a shy smile.

"I'm sorry".

"It's alright… Let's go eat, I'm hungry with all that training".

[°°°]

As the days and weeks passed, Peter and you grew closer and closer, you got excited each time he arrived at the base after school and you couldn't wait for your next lesson with him, but deep inside, you just wanted to see him, and it was the same with Peter. You couldn't wait to spend all the evening with him, having a little competition to see who could finish their homework first, he made you watch star wars with him, he even brought Legos for the both of you.

On the other side, Peter was more than happy to spend all this time with you, he actually started spending more time with you than your dad, which was much better, not that Tony wasn't good company, but you were much, much, much! Better.

"Miss Y/N, Mr. Stark will like to see you and Mr.Parker in the laboratory" The robotic voice of Friday was heard in the living room, you and Peter were playing video games and having some quality time together like you always do.

"Ugh!" You roll your eyes "but I was finally destroying you!" You look at Peter and he smiles.

"What?! Of course not! You barely keep up with me!" You look at him, the both of you staying quiet for a few seconds, Peter could feel your eyes burning his soul, he felt naked for a second, your eyes held so much power onto him.

"Bet" you smile, Peter shakes his head getting out of his trance.

"What?".

"You said that I can't keep up with you… I said bet!".

"Oh!" Peter smiles "Girl you have a bet!" He stood up from the couch.

"Yes!" You stand up as well looking at him "Let's see… let's have a race to my dad's lab whoever gets last, needs to do whatever the other person wants" You suggest, Peter smiles already knowing what to do with you.

"Anything…?" Peter smiles looking at you up and down.

"Anything."

"Bet!".

"Okay… 3...2…" you start running to the lab leaving Peter behind.

"What happened with one?! What happened with one?!" Peter screams, running behind you and trying to keep up with you.

When Peter arrived at the lab, you were sitting comfortably in front of Tony as if you were waiting for hours.

"You played dirty! That's not fair!" Peter points at you, making you laugh.

"I never said it was a fair race Mr.Parker" you smile, Peter looks at you fulminating you with his eyes, ready to bet you into another race, he wouldn't go so easy on you next time.

"You called us Mr. Stark?" Peter sits beside you, waiting for Tony to speak.

"Yeah… I did…" Tony sighs "how's training going? Are you… A good Spider-kid?" Your dad asks you.

"I dunno' ask him, he's my mentor" you look at Peter, the teenager looks at you feeling his cheeks burn, this was the first time you called him that.

"Uh… She's amazing, I can say that's she's even better than me" Peter smiles.

"Really?" Tony asks with a bit of surprise but worried at the same time.

"Yes! She will make an amazing Spider-Woman!" Peter looks at you excited.

"Talking about that! Dad! I was talking with Peter the other day and … We were wondering if you could let me go out with him?" You smile awkwardly.

"Excuse me?" Tony raises his eyebrows "Go out… with him? As … a date?"

"Oh! Nononono!" You and Peter speak nervously at the same time.

"We mean that, if you could let her go patrol with me… So she can see how everything is outside" Peter smiles at you, Tony sighs looking down.

"Dad?" Your smile disappeared from your face.

"Yeah?" Tony looks at you "Yeah… uh, I heard you, it's just, I think one Spider-Man is more than enough… do we need two?" Tony looked at you, you knew he was just worried, and he was, Tony was so glad you prefered to be with Pepper in the office instead of wandering around in the lab with him, he wanted you safe.

"No… but I think that Peter needs help, and we can cover much more territory as two than one, and we actually have a plan and…" Tony raises his hand, you shut your mouth looking at him.

"Okay, you can go, I know that anything that I say will not stop you, you're a Stark after all" Tony stands up and walks to the wall "I was afraid this day would come, but… It's Inevitable" Tony taps the wall and a secret wall opens, revealing a new Spider-Man suit, he sighs and looks back at you.

"Holly shit!" Peter stands up and smiles, he looks at you and you could feel yourself getting contaiged by his excitement.

You look at the suit and then at Tony, he was just standing there waiting for you to grab the suit.

"Dad… is that… for me?" The suit was white, with a red spider in the chest and red lines on the arms and legs, like a blank canvas.

"Yes… I didn't knew what colors you would like so we can go to that later, but you should try it on" Tony smiles.

"Oh! Hell yeah!" You stand up, running to the suit.

You saw Peter use his suit all the time so you knew that by pressing the spider in the chest, the suit will get loosen, you took the suit out of the manique grabbing it in your hands, it felt just like Peter's, probably because Tony also made Peter's, but this one felt different, a bit softer, you couldn't believe it, your own suit.

You ran to the bathroom to put on your suit, you took off your clothes just letting your underwear on, you got in the suit and pressed the spider on your chest again, feeling the suit adjust to the curves of your body perfectly.

"Holy mother of spiders…" you looked surprised at yourself in the mirror, you always wanted to ask Peter to try on his suit, but now, you had your own, you felt super cool, like a real superhero.

You took the mask in your hands and you got out of the bathroom, you opened the door making a pose, Peter looked at up and down, memorizing the way your curves looked thanks to the suit, you looked sexy, beautiful, you looked better than he could've imagined.

"Wow…" Peter whispers.

"Don't I look cool?!" You jump with excitement.

"Yes, now, please be careful Y/N, if something goes wrong please call me immediately I-" you grab Tony's hands in yours squishing them.

"I'll be okay dad, Peter will keep me safe" You smile, looking at your new partner.

"You can trust me Mr. Stark, I will never let anything or anyone hurt her" Peter looks at Tony with a serious look, he wasn't lying, Peter preferred to die before letting someone touch a hair on your head.

"Okay… Have fun kids" Tony smiles, giving you a small hug and a pat on the back of Peter.

You and Peter run out of the lab, Peter starts undressing on his way to the door, he already had the suit underneath, the two of you couldn't stop laughing and smiling at eachother.

You both put on your mask at the same time, shooting webs into buildings and starting swinging your way into the city.

The view was incredible, the city lights looked like stars from your point of view, people looked like ants and the cars looked like hot wheels, like toys, you couldn't erase the smile on your face.

After a quick patrol and making sure that everything was okay for a few hours, you and Peter sat on the edge of a building, taking off your masks, looking down at the city.

"So?" Peter looks at you "How you like that?" He smiles.

"It's freaking awesome!" You smile, feeling the cold breeze of the night hit your face.

"I know, who would've thought… A month ago you were freaking out about your powers and now… look at you, you have a spider-man suit and everything!" Peter smiles at you, you could see how proud he was "you've come so far Y/N" he grabs your hand squeezing it "Your master is proud".

"You're so dumb" you take back your hand giving him a small punch on the shoulder, Peter only smiles at you. "But thank you…" you look at him and Peter starts feeling nervous immediately, your eyes, they really had an effect on him "I would never have done this without you, I owe you a lot Peter" You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and feeling relaxed.

"You don't have to thank me Y/N… For real, I'm so glad I'm not alone in this anymore and… I'm so happy you're the one who's with me" Peter rests his head on top of yours, feeling at peace, looking down at the city and having you beside him, was a much better feeling than he would've thought.

"We make a hell of a team, don't we?" You smile, looking at him, Peter looks at you nodding and smiling.

"We do make a hell of a team!" Peter swings his legs on the edge, an idea hitting his head immediately "A race down the building?" He smiles at you.

"Bet!" Both stand up on the edge of the building ready to jump.

"On the count of three…" Peter looks at you "One, two… three!" You jump out of the building landing on the floor a few seconds later, you jump happily knowing you won again, you look beside you to shove it into Peter's face, but he's not there.

You look up to see Peter coming down hanging upside down from a web.

"You won" Peter whispers, closer to your lips.

"Yeah… I guess I did" you whisper back, looking at his lips, that were dangerously close to your face, a few centimeters away."You never plan on winning this race right?" You smile, Peter chuckles, he grabs the back of your neck closing the distance between the both of you.

Peter's lips were warm, and to be honest, soft as hell, you didn't know it was possible for someone to have lips this soft, he tasted like mountain dew stew, he could taste your cherry lip gloss, it was intoxicating, like a drug for him, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his lips off of you again, and not that you could complain, you felt the same.

Your hands rested on Peter's cheeks, he cut the kiss just so he could stand properly on the floor to have a better access to your mouth, you felt his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, the only barrier away from your skin were your suits.

Peter looks at you and smiles, caressing your skin on your cheeks.

"Wow…" he chuckles.

"Exactly… wow!" You laugh.

"To all units! We have a robbery near Central Park!" You and Peter looked at each other when you heard the police in your ears, you both had access to their channel thanks to Tony.

"I guess we have work my lady" Peter puts on his mask.

"Guess we do" You put on your mask but you lift Peter's a bit, giving him a quick kiss "Race to Central Park?" You smile.

"Bet!" He puts on his mask and shoots a web to the air, already leaving you behind.

"Hey! What happened with one, two, three!!!!!" You scream, shooting a web behind him to keep you with him, after all, this was his territory, he knew this streets like the palm of his hand.

"Loser buys dinner!" Peter screams.

"Are you asking me on a date Peter Parker?" You scream back once you manage to get beside him.

"It's a win win!" Peter laughs, swinging away from you.

"You have a bet!".

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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summertime sadness .8.

deja vu

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: non con

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader tries to avoid disaster.

Note: Not much to say for this one. Just enjoy. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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Friday night. You were on the train before six. Loki let you go fairly quickly. He had cum fairly quickly. The remnants were on your blouse, barely concealed by your cardigan. The shadows of the underground flickered through the windows and the noise of the crowd drowned out that in your head.

You walked the half-block to your building. An unexpected figure sat waiting on the step. It was too late to hide. Bucky stood, the pizza box balanced against his chest. He smiled weakly.

"Figured since you've been dodging me, I'd come to you," He said evenly. "And I brought some food to appease you."

"I'm not very hungry." You muttered as you dug around for your keys. "I'm tired."

"Must be. You're home late. Train doesn't take that long." He remarked. "If you don't want a slice, you can keep the leftovers for tomorrow. Or is it me you don't want?"

You sighed as you brushed past him and he followed you into the lobby.

"I just...have a lot on my plate." You said as you unlocked the door. "I don't think it's a good idea to keep this up while I'm..."

"Fucking your boss?" He ventured. "You think I couldn't guess?"

"Working." You insisted as you stopped in the door. "And what do you care?"

"I don't, really. I'm only curious. It's all so sudden. You know, it wouldn't bother me if--"

"Nothing bothers you," You snapped.

"So what do you think? You cut off your old ties and chase him into the sunset? You really think he's gonna help you once he's had his fun?"

You flinched. You lowered your eyes and turned away. He kicked his foot in the door before you could close it.

"No, but it will do neither of us any good to carry on like this." You retorted.

He frowned. He looked at the pizza box and picked at the edges with his nails. He nodded. "He knows."

"Yeah," You confirmed meekly. "He knows."

"And so he told you to ditch me? He blackmailing you?"

"I made that decision. To protect both of us."

"Protect us? This could fuck up your whole career."

"Yeah, and if our little affair got out, what do think then? You think they'd keep you on tenure?" You spat.

"I'd find something else. You don't have to play martyr." He argued.

"Sure, maybe you'd survive the fall but what about me? I don't think I'd be able to climb back up."

"Sure you could."

"I'm on scholarship. And if they didn't kick my ass out of the university, they'd surely pull my funding. And the internship? Loki could have me blacklisted all the way to England." You shook your head. "I don't get to fuck up. Not like you."

"And what about Steve?" He asked.

"What about him?” You sneered. “I think I'll stop while I'm ahead."

"You can't just cut him off like that." He said.

"I can take care of myself. About time I start." You hissed.

"A little help never hurt anyone." He said.

"Just... I can't right now." You uttered. "I can barely think. I don't sleep. I... please just leave me alone."

Bucky scowled. "You gonna tell him?"

"When I find the words," You said. "Please don't."

"Yeah, no, you take care of yourself," He shoved the pizza toward you. "And eat something. Just one slice."

"No, I can't."

"Just do me this last favour." He pushed it against you until you took it. "I don't even like feta."

"Thanks." You took the box entirely. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, I'm sorry." He shrugged. "It's as much my fault as yours but... hey, if the fall gets too high, let me know. I'll still be there to catch you if I can."

You gulped and nodded, unable to speak through your tightened throat. You sniffed and finally found your voice.

"Bye." You squeaked.

"See ya," He gave half a wave. "You got my number."

He turned and you watched him go. You backed up slowly until the door shut. The pizza was still warm but the smell turned your stomach. Or maybe it was yourself that made you so sick.

💋

Another week passed. Another agonizing week. The office that was once your naive fantasy had become an all too real nightmare. Loki hovered over you, even when he wasn’t there. He loomed menacingly on your shoulder. His voice in the back of your head.

And Steve. The messages never stopped. You woke to them and fell asleep reading them. Still, you couldn’t think of what to say. He’d give up eventually. You were just some girl he fucked. That’s it. So you left him on read and distracted yourself with your daily torment.

Loki was out of his office that day but it didn’t preclude you from his schedule. As you packed up, your phone vibrated. He was waiting for you outside. You knew exactly why. The same reason he kept you every day. He wanted to try a new toy. Wanted to play with his toy. You responded quickly and dropped your phone in your bag.

The elevator was too fast so you took the stairs. Your steps echoed around the flights and when you reached the bottom, you were out of breath. You stepped out into the lobby and lingered there. Loki’s streetcar was by the curb just outside the doors. His driver kept the window up when you were around.

You took a breath and your heels clicked across the polished floor. You pushed through the door as the rear window of the car slowly declined. Your name tripped you up as it came from your left. You turned to the familiar voice as its owner stepped away from the side of the building.

“Steve?” You gasped. “What are you--”

“Ah, so you remember me?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

“Steve…”

“I just want an answer. Anything?” He stepped closer. “Just tell me why?”

“I… can’t,” You sucked in your lip nervously. “I gotta go.”

“No, no, you can’t just run away,” He caught your arm before you could flee. “Bucky told me you iced him out too. And I can tell he’s not telling me everything either.”

“Look it’s… complicated.” You sputtered. “Can we-- can we meet later? I’ll tell you then but I really need to go.”

A car door opened and closed. You cringed as the figure in your peripheral neared and the arm snaked around your waist to draw you away from Steve.

“Problem?” Loki asked with a smirk.

Steve scowled and looked between you. “Not yours, buddy.”

“I’d say it was. You’re keeping my date…” His hand dropped and he squeezed your ass. You flinched and looked to the sidewalk. “And we have plans I am most eager for.”

“We’re talking,” Steve said. “Give us a minute.”

“You can keep talking,” Loki taunted as his hand trailed along your spine.

You felt Steve’s eyes on you but couldn’t bring yourself to look up. “Without you.” Steve warned.

“Whatever you have to say to her you can say to me,” Loki argued. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Seems she has a certain taste.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was into assholes,” Steve scoffed.

Loki chuckled. “Look, gramps, can we get this over with?”

“Oh, we can end this,” Steve stepped up to Loki. “You just gotta walk away.”

Loki rescinded his arm and met Steve in kind. “Doesn’t look like she wants to talk.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“Well, let’s talk then.” Loki taunted. “You see, me and your midlife crisis have been having quite the time and we’re running behind.”

“Don’t,” Steve bristled.

“And I hear… rather I know,” Loki lowered his voice, “She loves it from behind.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Steve growled.

“You must know? Or maybe you’re the old missionary hero, yeah? How long does that little blue pill keep you going?”

“Stop.” Steve’s tone drew your eyes up at last.

“It’s all me. No enhancement.” Loki continued. “And oh, does she love it. You should hear her, begging for it as I--”

Loki stumbled back suddenly as Steve’s fist flew up. You exclaimed and backed away as Loki barely stayed on his feet. Steve reeled back again and you caught his arm before he could grab your boss by his scruff.

“Steve,” You pleaded. “Leave him alone.”

He looked at you then to Loki cradling his bloody nose. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

“No, I don’t think she is,” Loki said as he sniffed back the blood.

“Oh ho, well you can stop me from taking her,” Steve flexed his fingers.

“Steve!” You snapped. “Enough. Both of you.”

Loki narrowed his eyes as he pushed his knuckle to his nose to stem the bleeding. He nodded and glared at the other man. “Fine. Get him out of here before I’m inclined to return the favour.” He barked. “But I expect you at eight. Sharp.”

“Alright, okay,” You appeased as you clung to Steve’s arm; he was still tense and ready to pounce again. “Just go.”

He pinched his nose and grimaced. He turned and strutted over to his town car. He sent one last snarl your way as he opened the door. As his door snapped shut and the car drew away, you let out a shaky breath. You looked up at Steve and his eyes met yours.

“We need to talk,” He said.

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I think we do.”

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Your apartment was quiet. A thick silence that settled in your chest. You closed the freezer and grabbed a cloth from your drawer. You wrapped up the ice pack as you neared Steve and sat beside him on the end of the bed. You took his large hand and pressed the cool bundle to it. He hissed, his knuckles swollen and red.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You said.

“I couldn’t help myself,” He let you cradle his hand. “I can’t believe you’re fucking that guy.”

“Yeah? Or you can’t believe I’m not fucking you?” You challenged.

He frowned and looked away. “Maybe both.” He admitted. “But why him?”

You let out a long breath. You looked to your feet and shifted on the bed. “Because… he could take everything from me.”

“He…” His brow creased. “He’s blackmailing you?”

“Just like you.” You shook your head. “Same tricks, only better.”

“I--” He began. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You still got that video?” You asked.

He hung his head guiltily. He didn’t need to say so.

“It’s all gotten out of control and the only thing I can do is let the mess drown me,” You grumbled. “All I have to do is get through the summer.”

He drew his hand away and leaned away from you as he dug in his pocket with his uninjured hand. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He opened his gallery and scrolled through until he found the video. He handed it over.

“Delete it.” He said. “I shouldn’t have ever taken it. I shouldn’t have…”

You took the phone as his voice died. You watched yourself undressing by the hot tub. It felt so long ago. You hit the trash can icon and hovered your finger over ‘yes’. You sniffed and pressed down. The video disappeared.

“So, does that make everything right?” You scoffed.

“Not even close,” He said. “I don’t think anything will. I realise that now.”

“Yeah, no going back,” You muttered.

“I’m sorry. I know it probably means nothing, but I am.”

“Loki… isn’t your fault.”

“No, he isn’t but… I still hurt you. I used you and I knew what I was doing but I did it anyway.” He stretched his bruised fingers and hissed. “I wish I could punch myself.”

“I know what you mean,” You leaned against him.

“You can punch me.” He said.

“No, I meant me,” You shook your head and placed his phone beside him. “Thank you for apologizing.”

“Least I could do.”

He let you take his hand again and exhaled as you put the ice to it. You stared at his phone as you thought. You raised your head and looked him in the eye.

“Thank you!” You chimed.

“For what?” He blinked.

“I think I figured it out.” You breathed.

“Figured it out?” He wondered.

“First,” You grinned as the pieces fell together in your mind. “I gotta meet Loki at eight.”

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Three

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“I am going to kill you!” I shout, chasing Stevie and Slash over the hotel beds with Duff eventually tackling me when they lock themselves into the bathroom.

“You’re the one who ate the brownies, Viv! It’s common sense not to do that!” Steven tells me from the other side of the door.

“Your ass is grass and I’m going to mow it!” I yell back.

“No one’s mowing ass!” Duff tells me. “We’re just gonna wait for it to pass." He says in reference to my inevitable high.

“I’m gonna puke.” I insist, pushing him off of me.

“D-Do you feel sick?” He asks me, worried, and I open the door of the bathroom, Steven and Slash peeking their heads out of the shower from behind the curtain.

“No, I’m gonna make myself throw up so I don’t trip balls.” I explain.

“Ew.” Slash mumbles.

“Viv, no, it won’t be that bad.” Steven assures me as I kneel over the toilet, and Duff pulls me up.

“It’s not like it’s gonna kill you, Viv, alright, just stay in the room and let it run its course. Don’t do that to yourself.” He tells me, motioning to the toilet and I raise my brows.

“Just go lay down and relax.” Slash adds.

“Fine.” I state, stepping out of the bathroom.

"So, you've got this handled." Stevie starts to Duff.

"Yeah?"

"We're going back down to the bar." Steven declares, pulling Slash to the door with him.

"Dude, what? They were your brownies." Duff tells him.

"That she ate without asking." Steven points out.

"I was hungry!"

"Then you go to McDonalds! You don't eat brownies you find in our room!" Steven replies.

"Alright, okay, you two go. I got this." Duff sighs.

"Thank you. Bye." He replies and they leave us, Duff shutting the door behind them as I lay down, getting under the covers and turning the TV on, Looney Tunes playing as Duff steps to the bed.

"You can go back downstairs, I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't even feel anything." I mumble and he looks at me, pointedly.

"No, I'm staying." He states, taking his jacket and boots off, getting in to bed with me, sitting up against the headboard as I lay my head in his lap.

A few minutes later, I'm getting out from under the covers because it's rubbing against my skin too hard.

"You okay?" Duff asks me when I go to pull my shirt over my head.

"My freaking skin hurts." I reply and he raises his brows.

"It's the brownies."

"It's not the brownies." I reply, suddenly freezing when I make eye contact with Daffy Duck, catching him staring at me through the TV, and feel feathers against my fingers.

"What're you doing?" Duff asks me and I realize I'm rubbing my finger tips together on both hands, and when I look at him, another realization comes to mind.

"If you combine 'Daffy' and 'Duck' you get 'Duffy'." I tell him and he raises a brow.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Or 'Dack'. I feel like this is a perfect time for you to tell me my favorite joke." I tell him and he raises his brows. "'Paint my house'." I mock his voice, giggles consuming me once I'm done and he laughs with me.

"Viv--"

"--I'm kinda hungry."

"You ate five brownies, babe." He reminds me.

"Pot brownies don't count as food." I state, reaching for the phone. "I'm getting room service."

"No, no," he stops me, chuckling, grabbing the phone from me. "You do not want to get food while you're high and hungry. You'll order stuff you've never even heard of and we'll be murdered for running up the bill."

"We can just get Doc to pay for it." I shrug, going for the phone in his hand.

"Which is why it's not a good idea." He explains.

"If he gets his panties in a wad over room service he can just eat a brownie and he'll feel fine." I snatch the phone from him and dart for the bathroom.

"Vivian, baby!" He calls, opening the bathroom door before I can close it but it's too late, I'm dialing the number for room service, swatting Duff's hand away, though the movement seems as if it's delayed--at least my vision is delayed, or my mind, I don't know.

"Hello?" The man on the other line picks up and I furrow my brows, the fear that he knows I'm high infiltrating my mind. "Hello?" He repeats and I hang up and drop the phone.

"What if he tells my parents?" I ask myself, trying to stay calm as anxiety rises.

"W-What?" Duff asks me, confused.

"Dad will kill me. Mom--oh, God, mom will never let me live it down." I push past him to pace in the room and he furrows his brows.

"Viv--"

"--How do I even begin to explain to my parents I'm on drugs. Does pot even count as a drug? It's natural--so is fucking arsenic but do you see anybody putting that shit in brownies?" I ask myself. "I'm going to hell." I conclude, tears coming to my eyes. "I'm going to hell." I repeat, my voice cracking.

"Viv, you ate them on accident, you're not going to hell for accidentally getting high."

"I want Nikki." I say next, my heart beat beginning to hammer.

"If he finds out you're like this, we could get in trouble, Viv." Duff tells me.

"I want Nikki." I repeat, my breathing getting more frantic.

I stare at Fred, Doc, and Rich Fischer...and Bob Timmons, rolling my jaw as they look at me pointedly, waiting for me to say something in response. Anything.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Doc finally asks me and I lick my lips.

“What the hell am I supposed to say, Doc?” I ask him, furrowing my brows a little. “I-I’ve tried to talk to him about it a million times the past three years and he refuses to acknowledge he has an issue.” I state.

“Because he feels like he’s got nothing to lose.” Doc informs me. “I know you two aren’t on good terms, anyway, but, Vivian, we can’t have one of our guys nearly falling out on stage on smack. That’s not good press.”

“Since when the hell do we care about good or bad press?” I laugh humorlessly.

“Since I don’t want Nikki to fucking die on this tour.” Doc snaps.

“Can’t make money off tickets if the bassist dies and there’s no band to tour, anymore, right?” I ask him, poking my lip out sarcastically for a moment and he glares at me.

“I’m not in it for money.” Fred cuts in, seriously, a genuine look of worry on his face. “He’s like a brother to me. I’m not fucking in it for the money. I just don’t wanna see him dead.”

“We’re already getting a divorce so what the hell is it gonna do to threaten divorce if he doesn’t stop shooting up?” I ask them, raising my brows.

“I promise, it’ll get his attention.” Fred assures me.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” I cut my eyes at him. “Because all I’ve heard is how ready he is to get away from me and be free.”

“Just talk to him.” Fred ignores my question, which confirms that whatever shit Nikki feeds me about wanting to leave me as soon as possible is all bark with no bite behind it.

“What’s in it for me?” I ask them.

“The gratification of knowing you’re doing what Jesus would do.” Doc sarcastically replies.

“Jesus would exorcise him.” I bite back.

“I promise we haven’t ruled that option out yet.” He sighs out.

That was the first of many “what’re we going to do about Nikki?” meetings on that tour. Nikki had gone on high as hell--thinking no one noticed--and nearly passed out after flipping down the stage and taking way too long to get back up, and when he did get up, he nearly fell off the stage and could barely keep his eyes open. They had to remedy his stupor with a few bumps of coke during Tommy’s drum solo.

He got up in arms if anyone tried to confront him about it, brushing it off like he was just really tired that night, so they called me up to bat.

I guess they forgot I couldn’t talk to him about anything without it turning into a fight--especially not about his heroin addiction.

"So, even though we're separated and he's your client, you're leaving it up to me to convince him to get sober?" I clarify.

"He's not doing himself any favors, Vivian, you know that. This isn't just affecting your marriage." Doc tells me.

"Um, yeah, I've been trying to tell you that for years now but the second it turns into him risking the loss of money going in to your pockets you're all about getting him some fucking help." I snap, standing up. "Thank you for confirming you're the piece of shit I was afraid you were."

"Vivian, wai--"

"--Go fuck yourself, Doc. You're lucky I don't fucking fire you."

I leave the meeting with Fred at my heels.

"Viv, wait." He grasps at my wrist and turns me to face him, making me flare my nostrils with frustration.

"I'm not talking to him, Fred."

"Vivian, he's more likely to listen to you than any of us."

"Are you kidding me?! He'll laugh in my face!" I give up and raise my voice, hoping it'll get my point across since they seem to not understand english when it's spoken calmly and quietly.

"Viv, just try it. Just once. Please." He begs.

"Fine."

I already felt like it was my job to fix him, and having that responsibility of being the only one capable of getting Nikki to slow down only added to that burden that I knew right away I'd be unable to bear but tried to do so anyway.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was locked out of mine and my husband's room. I accidentally left the key in there before I left and he doesn't have his with him, either." I tell the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel.

"Do you have any ID?" She asks me and I pull out my license, smiling.

"Here you go." I show her. "Vivian and Nikki Sixx, but the room name is probably under Doc McGhee." I add and she flips through bookings for a moment before she nods.

"Got it." She tells me, opening a drawer and pulling a spare out.

"Thank you." I tell her politely, taking the key and heading to the elevator.

"Enjoy your night." She replies.

"Thanks, you too." I grin to myself mischievously, ready to piss on Nikki's parade.

I get up to his room and unlock the door, smelling sweaty clothes, vomit, possibly urine, definite shit, semen, smoke, heroin, and coke.

"Ew." I mumble, seeing that he is nowhere to be found.

I immediately start shuffling through his things, every pant pocket, every compartment in his suitcase, under the bed, in the drawers, under the mattress, in the pillow cases, in the bathroom, the closet, under the dresser, under the TV stand, the night stand, behind the bed, behind wall paintings, everywhere, and find absolutely nothing.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say to myself, looking at the disheveled room. "If I were Nikki Sixx where would I hide my stash?" I say next…an idea popping into my mind. "The last thing I'd think anyone would suspect I would even touch." I answer myself, going back to the nightstand drawer, opening it back up to see a bible.

I open it and find the jackpot.

I don't know where he found the time to hollow it out and put a baggie of china white and a small bindle of coke inside but I don't have time to think about it.

"Really should have taken the expensive stuff with you, baby." I state, taking the china white out and pouring the powder into the toilet before throwing the baggie away, doing the same with the coke.

I go to fix everything the way I found it but I'm stopped by the sound of the door knob being unlocked.

I dodge into the closet, shutting the door as best as I can, hearing the room door swing open, and the sound of Nikki stumbling in, laughing while another woman giggles, making my heart hammer in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I hear her giggling come to an abrupt stop.

"I don't feel good, take a rain check." He brushes her off, and I hear him walk around the room, probably noticing it looks like a tornado hit it, worse than how he left it.

"I thought we were gonna have some fun, though." I hear the pout in her voice.

"I'm sure Vinnie would take you up on that. He's across the hall." He sounds even more disinterested by the second, aggravation in his tone, but I don't believe it's because her.

"Fucking rockstars." She complains, stomping out and slamming the door.

"I can smell your perfume from here, Viv." He says, and I hear him kick some stuff out of his way before the sound of him sitting on the bed.

I roll my eyes and step out of the closet, smiling at him innocently.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How'd you even fucking get it?"

"I got a key." I inform him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks again and I go to speak but can't, not knowing what lie to come up with.

I hesitate for too long, giving him too much time to think about it.

"Oh, you didn't." He sneers, before quickly walking to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the bible before he opens it to see it's empty. "God damnit, Vivian!"

By this time I'm already almost at the door, within arms reach, but he's rushing to me and grabbing my hair, pulling me back, causing me to cry out before he's shoving me to the bed.

"Where did you put it?!" He demands and I take deep breaths, staring at him.

"I flushed it." I admit honestly and his face turns red, his fist balling up at his sides.

"You did what?" He shakily asks again and I sit up.

"I. Flushed. It." I repeat.

"Do you realize how much money that shit costs?!" He outbursts and I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my arm roughly so I can't get away.

"Let go of me." I warn him, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Answer me!" He barks at me.

I don't say another thing, my foot jutting out to kick him off of me, hard.

"Trust me, I know how much money that shit costs because you've been prioritizing it over our other finances for the past five years!" I argue back.

"You fucking bitch!" He screams as I go for the door again.

"You strung out junkie!" I yell back.

The lamp shatters against the door when he throws it, the only light in the room is now coming from the bathroom and I turn to face him, anger growing in me at the fact he threw a lamp at me over something so stupid.

I'm taking my heel off and throwing it at him next before turning back around to leave, but when the blade of his switchblade lands a foot away from me, in the carpet, I get fed up.

I lunge at him, the two of us hitting the hotel floor with a heavy thud, my nails clawing at his bare chest before he shoves me off of him and grabs my wrists, the two of us in a stare off, catching our breath.

"I'm only here because I'm worried about you, asshole!" I outburst at him."Your health is going to shit and--"

"--Oh, for fucks sake, Viv, when I die everything's going to you so don't act like you're not foaming at the mouth for me to finally croak." He snaps at me, pulling himself onto the bed, laying on his back.

"If I were eagerly awaiting your death I wouldn't be flushing anything to keep you away from it."

"As if I won't call up a dealer the second you get the fuck out. Speaking of which: get the fuck out." He motions to the door and I stand over him.

"I'm not done talking."

"I am."

"Good, then you won't argue when I say that you need to slow down because Doc's getting uneasy due to that stunt you pulled last night."

"I was tired."

"You were high."

"They don't know that."

"They sure do know that, they just haven't confronted you themselves because they don't need you going at them like a rabid dog."

"Bullshit."

"There was a meeting. They even brought in Bob Timmons, Nikki." I reply and he closes his eyes and lets out a sharp breath before he sits up. "They were hoping maybe us talking about it might encourage you to put your health as a priority." I add, leaving out "get sober or get divorced," deciding that's the last thing he needs to hear, and he nods. "I know it probably won't do much, but, Nikki, we're really worried--I'm really worried."

"We've had this conversation how many fucking times, Vivian?" He scoffs out, looking up at me.

"I'm not an idiot, Nikki, you're not okay. You don't look good, you don't smell good, you didn't sound good--"

"--Are you done?" His voice gravels out, unamused, and in denial.

"Nikki."

"I don't look good because I'm tired, I don't smell good because I haven't showered yet, and you don't know shit about music so who the fuck are you to tell me if I sounded good or not?"

"You realize I'm not that naive little pipsqueak that just wanted to keep the peace and went along with whatever you said years ago, right?"

"At least you knew how to keep your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open for reasons that had nothing to do with talking." He grumbles.

I glare at him a moment longer and exhale.

"Tell your dealer I said 'hello'." I yield, grabbing my other shoe, leaving in defeat, holding back the tears leaking to my eyes.

"The fuck's going on?" Izzy asks us as Steven, Slash and Duff look like deer caught in headlights, interrupted as they try to coax me back into the room.

"I'm too high." I state, panicking, and Izzy furrows his brows.

"You're what?" He asks me, looking at the guys. "She's what?"

"Too high." I repeat.

"Who is?" Axl asks, approaching us with a beer in hand, obviously not prepared for what he's about to find out.

"I am." I say at the same time, Steven says, "nobody."

Everybody's at a stand still for a moment, all of us staring at each other before Axl starts in.

"She's what?!" He demands while Slash and Steven scramble to explain.

"Well, she, like...ate something and now--"

"--Don't tell me she ate those fucking brownies you two have been smuggling." He tells them and Slash slowly puts his sunglasses on to avoid direct eye contact as Stevie stutters out:

"Uh-Um, w-well...she had like five and it was a complete accident."

"Five?!" He shouts next and I slowly back away as they become further occupied, darting down the hall and turning the corner, hearing Duff say, "wait, Viv!", making my feet go faster.

The next morning is spent on the phone with Sharise while she goes over last minute wedding details for the date set for the one day the band has off next week.

"She told me she wants bright pink bridesmaids dresses." I tell Vince, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I helped her pick them out." He smugly replies, knowing I was dreading the idea of looking like a cupcake.

"I hate you."

"I love you." He sarcastically states, leaning back in his chair at the breakfast table in the hotel's cafeteria.

"Where the hell is everybody else, we're outta here in 20 minutes." Fred tells us and I raise my brows.

"Being that Tansy and Sparkie and Nikki were all up doing God knows what last night, I'm assuming they aren't even aware what year it is, currently." I reply to him, drinking a sip of orange juice.

"And what about Guns?" He asks next.

"Heck if I know." I tell him and he groans, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, fine, I'll go get everybody rounded up. K?" I offer, standing.

"Thank you." He says to me as I walk to the elevator.

Once I get to our floor, I start at Tommy's room, banging on the door until I hear, "What?!" from the other side.

"Get up, we leave in 20 minutes!" I say back, going to Tansy and Sparkie's room, knocking at the door.

It opens within seconds, Sparkie, completely naked, standing at the door with his brows raised.

I gag at the sight of him wearing nothing.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes." I tell him neutrally.

"I'll wake Tans up." He replies, smirking at me and I go to turn away but he's grabbing my arm. "You thought about what I said?" He asks me and I roll my jaw.

"Mmm, still thinking on it." I don't even hide my sarcasm and he licks his lips.

"Think a little harder, baby, because I almost let it out when we were hanging out last night." He informs me and my blood runs cold. "The longer you wait the easier it's gonna start wanting to just slip out without a second thought." He adds, shutting the door in my face and I let out a defeated breath, squeezing my eyes closed for a second and rubbing my forehead.

When I turn to walk down to Steven's room, he and Slash are coming out, leaning on each other, both of them wearing sunglasses to shield their hangovers, dragging their luggage along behind them.

"Is Axl, Izzy and Duff up?" I ask them as I pass by.

"I don't even think Axl slept. Izzy's trying to shoo away some girl and Duff's trying to finish packing." Steven replies flatly, obviously tired, and I go to Duff's room, knocking a few times before he opens the door.

He opens it and his eyes light up.

"There you are." He says, stepping back to his suitcase that's on the bed as he starts tossing his belongings in.

"Yeah, I got up earlier for breakfast." I reply, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom.

"I figured." He states, running a hand through his hair before rubbing his eye. "Um, Izzy and Axl just left, I think, and I'll be down in a second, so." He informs me and I nod.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab my stuff from my room."

"K." He replies as I leave, going across the hall to unlock my door and gather my stuff.

The door, that I left crack, is soon opening again and I think it's Fred or Doc or one of the guys, but when I look up from my suitcase to see Sparkie, I feel sick.

"You do realize sexual coercion is rape, right?" I blatantly ask, wanting him to know good and well what he's doing.

"Not if it's consensual." He shrugs and I roll my jaw and zip up my bag.

"It's not consensual if you're having to blackmail me into doing it." I bite back, shoving past me to get out of the room, and I run smack dab into Fred, and pray he didn't hear our exchange.

He opens his mouth to speak, quickly halting when Sparkie comes out behind me, smirking.

"Morning." He says to Fred. "Vivian." He more so sneers, heading to the elevator.

"The fuck is that about?" Fred asks, referring to Sparkie being in the room with me.

"Um, he was helping me pack." I lie, knowing if I tell him the truth he'll be arrested for murder.

"Right." He looks at me with unsure eyes before brushing it off. "We're loading up."

Fred was a damn good actor.

The only thing keeping him from beating the shit out of Sparkie, was knowing when he told Nikki later on that night, Nikki would do a worse number on the bastard than he would.

"Wow, I can actually run a brush through it." I comment to Duff, combing out his hair before he picks up a can of hair spray to tease it a little.

"Extra conditioner. Who'da thought." He adds, grinning at me like a little kid.

"Viv, can you do this?" Stevie asks next, a slight whine to his voice.

"What is it?" I ask, stepping to him in the dressing room.

When I see what he means, I look at him, unamused.

"Steven Adler. You know how to lace your pants up."

"No, these are hard to do because the string is almost too big for the little holes they go through." He pleads his case, raising his brows. "You have tinier fingers, plus you're not fighting off an everlasting hangover and coke jitters."

I look down at his pants, seeing very well he's not wearing underwear, and take a deep breath.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, alright? I promise." He assures me, tucking his hands behind his back.

"It's not your hands I'm worried about." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

I end up having to crouch to get eye level with the laces, and when the door opens up to reveal Axl, and I'm on my knees with my hands on the strings keeping Steven's penis separated from my face, it looks assbackwards--well, blowjobbackwards.

"Can you stop blowing my band?!" Axl's meltdown tone on full effect and I look at him, wide eyed.

"I'm not blowing anybody!" I snap.

"Except Duff." Slash mumbles with a little chuckle and Izzy finds humor in it as well.

"Axl, dude, she's just helping me with my pants." Stevie defends me, raising his brows. "Besides if she was blowing me that'd be our fucking business."

"What did you just say to me?" Axl hones in on Steven, his eyes sharply narrowing, his jaw tightening.

"I said, if she was sucking my fucking cock it would be mine and her's business--ya know, since we're both fucking grown-ass adults and you can't tell us what the fuck to do?"

"You're in my fucking band, Steven, so yeah, actually, I believe I can tell you--"

"--Guys, don't fight." I say, standing up and crossing my arms.

"--You can't tell me shit!" Steven outbursts. "Just like you can't tell Duff shit! He's a big boy and Viv's a big girl--what goes on between them doesn't concern any of us, especially not you." Steven pushes me out ot the way so he can stand nearly chest with chest with Axl.

"Axl, Stevie, c'mon, now." Duff says, gently pulling me behind him as he steps to the guys, slowly urging them apart.

"It does concern me because it's affecting Guns N' Roses." Axl hisses.

"You act like she's fucking everything up, Axl! Just because he was late for one fucking rehearsal--"

"--A studio session, soundcheck, and, one fucking rehearsal." The red head snaps and I look at Duff, confused.

I didn't know he missed a studio session and soundcheck for me at one point...the look on Duff's face says that Axl was supposed to keep quiet about the studio session mishap and soundcheck.

He looks pissed.

"And I said it wouldn't happen again." Duff cuts in.

"Why can't you just back off?" I ask next without another thought.

"Because you spreading your legs is fucking up my band, Yoko!" Axl doesn't hesitate, and Steven's shoving at his shoulders, sending him shuffling back, catching himself on the closed door.

Just as Axl goes to get back at Steven, Duff intervenes, holding at Axl while I get in front of Steven and face him, keeping him from taking advantage of Axl being held still.

There's a loud knock at the door and Doc peeks his head in.

"You're on." He tells the guys, shutting the door back.

Axl shoves Duff off of him and storms out while Steven ties his pants since I fixed the laces, and huffs out a breath.

"Izzy, either straighten your fucking buddy out or I will. I've about had his shit." Stevie threatens.

Axl and Steven butted heads more than anybody in the band did at that time. Steven couldn't stand Axl's uptight arrogance, and Axl couldn't understand Steven's nonchalance.

I think that's why it was so easy for Axl to give up on Steven when his drug abuse got so bad--he was tired of trying to understand Steven when he was decently sober, trying to understand him putting drugs before the band would have exhausted him to the point of no return.

They just couldn't ever get in tune with one another.

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hms-chill · 4 years ago

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A Channel of Your Peace

Summary: Following Henry being outed, the election, and the end of the book, Henry and Philip slowly start to fix their relationship. There’s blood that can’t be unshed, but there’s also a chance that things could get better.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Where there is Despair, Let Me Bring Hope

Chapter 6: Where There is Darkness, Let Me Bring Light

It happens slowly, starting over the course of the week while they're both in Kensington. Henry finds himself smiling at Philip during a meeting, a genuinely happy smile rather than the half-smiles he's gotten used to falling back on. The next day, during a break from meetings, they eat lunch together at a place Philp likes, with outdoor seating because they've been in stuffy rooms all day, and it's nice. They've finally stopped tip toeing around each other and are starting to just be friends, and Henry is so, so glad. Bea joins them for a movie one night, settling across the couch from Philip with Henry in the middle, and they argue over popcorn flavors instead of anything serious, and it feels good.

When Henry goes home to Brooklyn, he promises to call. Philip says he'd like that, and he seems sincere. So Henry does call, and Philip gets added into his weekly phone call rotation, and it feels right. When Philip gets a therapist approved, he calls Henry to talk about his first appointment, and it's five AM in New York, but Philip needs someone and Henry is so glad they're starting to fix things that he can't find it in himself to be upset he's up early. He just helps convince Philip that the therapist is a good fit, and he gets to ask about Martha and the baby, about how they're painting a room with a little forest and working on finding the perfect first bear. Bea's sent them a few already, and Henry knows he has a few to bring when he visits next (he and Alex are arguing about whether the beagle or the longhorn will be more popular), but Philip and Martha want to get the baby one from Mom and Dad, and Martha in particular wants it to be perfect. Then Philip talks about the charity he's still working on starting, and Henry gets to listen to him talk about how amazing Martha is, which is something he didn't realize he loved so much. He'd never really gotten to know her before he and Philip started to get along, but the way Philip tells it, she's some sort of nearly perfect superwoman who can single-handedly design a nursery, set up a charity, and be a royal, all while hiding some particularly nasty morning sickness from the nosy British press. Henry knows he's working hard, too, but the way Philip tells it, he's doing next to nothing while Martha saves the world. He clearly adores her, and when he talks about her, he gets more excited than Henry's seen him about anything else. He changes from a perfect heir to a lovesick teenager, all excited praise and rambling stories. Henry just grins and laughs through it all, settling at the computer and placing a few very special Etsy orders. A week later, People's front cover is dominated by a picture of Philip on a run, sporting a t-shirt with a collage of Martha's face and the words "Martha's Biggest Fan". #MarthasBiggestFan trends on UK twitter for hours, only bolstered when Philip tweets a picture of a mug covered in her face with a thanks to Henry. Alex sees it, and he laughs, and it's nice. A few days later, a package arrives with a shirt covered in Alex's face and the words "Alex's Biggest Fan".

When Martha's first ultrasound picture comes in a group chat to him and Bea, Henry's not sure if it's intentional, but he likes it. The baby is healthy, and Philip is starting to be more excited than nervous, and it feels right to have a group chat with his siblings, even if it's an accidental one.

He texts their group chat when numbers at the Brooklyn shelter look good for the next year, and his siblings get to celebrate with him. When Bea and Philip get tea together somewhere, Bea sends a picture of them with an empty chair and a packet of Jaffa cakes to tell him they miss him. When Bea and Henry meet up at a youth shelter in Argentina for a D&D fundraiser, Philip texts them saying he's got to go to bed before the stream starts, but he hopes they win and will watch tomorrow.

Slowly, the three of them start to be actual friends again. The next time Henry goes to London, right before the appointment where Martha could find out the baby’s sex, Philip invites him and Bea to lunch. They go, the three of them together, and it’s nice. They catch up, and eventually, Philip puts his fork down and says, "I... while you're both here, I sort of wanted to ask something, if that's okay? Mazzy and I, we don't know the baby's gender-- sex, or well, either, I guess, yet, but we were thinking... if it's-- they're a boy, we're thinking of maybe naming him for Dad? As a middle name. We're still not sure on the first, but I... I wanted to ask you both if that's alright, I suppose. Mum said it was alright with her, but you were both closer to him than I was, and I don't want to... to steal the name or anything if one of you wanted to use it. It's just... Mazzy and I thought it might be nice."

"It's alright with me," Henry says. "I don't think Alex and I are particularly concerned with children, but if we did want some I think we'd adopt, especially if you've got some to follow the line of succession. Not that it matters to us, but just for everyone else."

"I think it's a good idea," Bea agrees. "You're the only one of us who's particularly likely to have children you can name; I think it's right to name one for Dad. What other names are you thinking?"

Philip grins, the nervous energy he's been radiating all meal fading away. "Thank you. I'm glad you don't mind, and that I get to do something to sort of... celebrate him, I guess. First names we're thinking Victoria or Elizabeth for a girl, but we're not quite sure for a boy. We thought Owen, maybe, or Oliver. We considered Peter, but didn't like how that went with Arthur as a middle name. But then, well, we... we actually thought, maybe, if it's okay with Henry, we'd name him Edward."

Henry freezes with a bite halfway to his mouth. "Edward? That's... that's one of my names."

"I know. And we don't have to use it, but we... Martha and I, we both liked the sound of it, and... and we wanted him to be like you. When he grows up, I mean. You don't have to say yes, we can go with something else."

"No, I.. I'd be honored. Really. I was surprised, but it... that's really kind of you both. Thank you."

"Edward Arthur? Or are you thinking of more middle names?" Bea asks. Philip shakes his head.

"No; we didn't want to do the seven-names-thing to it. Them. Shit. I just remembered trying to write our full names in grammar school and didn't want to put a child through that. Edward Arthur Fox Mountchristen-Windsor felt like enough."

"And if they're a girl? You mentioned Elizabeth or Victoria, any specific middle names you're thinking of? Cat, for Mom?" Bea asks, and Philip smiles, and they go back to a lunch where Philip is relaxed and happy, talking about baby names and charity names and whatever else comes up.

As they head back to Kensington, Henry's struck by how impossible this all would have been a few months ago. Somehow, though, he and Philip and Bea have all changed. It makes sense now that, when the sun disappears and it starts to rain, he and Bea are grabbing Philip's hands to pull him into a run toward Kensington. It makes sense that, instead of calling a car or lecturing them about how running will actually get them wetter than if they just walked, he laughs a bit and runs with them. It makes sense to get dried off and pile into a movie room, where they say they'll all do work but really just end up turning on a TV, settling on the couch in front of it with blankets while Henry calls the kitchen for three bowls of differently-flavored popcorn and Bea channel surgs.

Henry's getting their popcorn sorted out when Bea and Philip both go quiet, and when he looks over, Bea's found a Bond movie. Henry passes out popcorn and finds a spot on the couch between them, and together, they watch their dad fight bad guys, the rain against the windows behind them a quiet backdrop. They've caught it near the end, which means they're just in time to see their dad save the day. As the credits roll, Henry asks, "can... can y'all tell me about Dad? And what it was like to know him when you weren't just a kid? You don't have to now, but... sometime? Because I... I sort of only knew him when I was a kid, and I feel like it's different when you're older, and I just wonder what that would have been like sometimes."

Bea pulls him into a hug, nodding, and Philip says, "I wasn't the closest to him, but of course."

A moment later, Bea looks at him more closely and asks, "did you just say 'y'all'? What are they doing to you over in the colonies?"

"There's no gender neutral, plural English 'you'!" Henry protests. "Y'all is the only one we have!"

Bea laughs. Philip opens his mouth, then closes it again, and Henry can see the wheels turning in his head.

"So... so 'y'all' is better than 'you guys', because 'guys' is for men? Is that right? Could I say 'you all' and be alright? Or... what should I say?"

"I think 'you all' would be alright, it's just a bit clunky. Just say 'y'all'. Give Gran a heart attack," Henry says. "Both of you adopt it, and we'll horrify her into retirement."

Bea laughs again, and Philip smiles, then says, "I... is it okay if I ask you things like that? I want to understand, but it's... a lot of things are confusing, and there's so much to learn. I thought I would be okay when I learned about the LGBTD, but now there's more, and there are some things I thought I wasn't supposed to say but some people say that's okay, and I... I don't know what to think, or where to find things, and a lot if it is complicated."

"Of course you can ask me. I'm not... I'm not an expert, really, but I've learned a lot from the kids at the shelter, and I'll do my best. But can I ask, um... D?"

"For drag? Is that not one of them? It's okay; you can laugh at me." So Henry does laugh a little, and Philip laughs, too, and Henry explains a bit of what drag is and how it interacts with queerness. Then, he googles the full acronym, noting that it's not all the identities but it is a start, and he watches Philip's eyes go wide.

"There's so many. I just learned 'bisexual' and 'transgender' a few months ago; I thought that was it."

"What... But you've known 'LGBT' longer than a few months. What did you think the B and T stood for?"

"Bottom and top? Lesbian, gay, bottom, top."

“Long ago, the four sexualities lived together in harmony, but everything changed when the bottom army attacked,” Bea says, switching the TV to music, “only the verse, master of all sexualities, could stop them. But when the world needed them most, they vanished.”

Henry laughs, and so does Philip. For a minute, they’re kids again, the three of them on a couch against the world. Philip asks what a verse is, and Bea explains. Henry has tea and biscuits brought up, and they go through the acronym, then talk about pronouns and terms like 'nonbinary' and 'aromantic' that aren't part of the official list. Then Philip has about what he should do if his kid is queer, and about whether or not he can say 'queer', and what he should say if he can't, and they talk about it over dinner. He takes notes on his phone, his questions coming more and more easily as he realizes that Bea and Henry won't be upset with him if he asks something the wrong way. Catherine finds them finishing dinner and joins them, asking questions of her own about what things mean and how she can better look after them and queer folks in the UK more broadly. Philip answers one of her questions, looking to Bea and Henry for confirmation but answering it well, and Henry feels a little rush of pride as the night closes in around them.

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Notes:

This is the chapter where I almost accidentally named Philip's child after Pez because "Percival Arthur" sounded nice and I forgot "Pez" is a nickname lmao.

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flamegatorwrites · 5 years ago

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Death On Two Legs (Jotaro/Kakyoin)

Chapter: 3/?

Spoilers: none, this is an AU

Warnings: blood, vampire acts

Notes: hey y'all! I'm sorry the start of this was so slow, but next chapter is where the plot starts picking up 💚

Jotaro wasn't one to go outside at night, especially after the Dio ordeal. It was around 11:30 pm and he was restless. Whenever he tried to sleep, it was as if he were watching Joseph's death all over again. He hadn't slept in days, he hadn't fed in weeks. He was going to die, either of exhaustion or hunger. He couldn't, though. As much as he wanted to simply drop off the face of the Earth, he knew Dio was still out there. He knew that Dio was still plotting to kill the last living Joestars, and some sick feeling in his stomach told him that he'd have to watch it all happen.

He pulled his denim jacket closer to his body, taking a drag off his last cigarette. It was his last crutch. The hunger and sleep deprivation were slowly blinding his senses, the only thing keeping him sane was the nicotine. Star Platinum walked, or rather floated, beside him, trying to help by pointing out homeless people in alleyways and people who just happened to work overtime that night.

For the first time, he was hoping he could run into an enemy stand user. He wanted to drain all Dio's workers of their entire life force, just as they'd done to him. But his luck had run dry, and he had nobody.

Jotaro thought about the redheaded priest. He remembered how rude he was, even though he went out of his way to return something so small. He hadn't even asked his name. He also remembered how small the man was compared to himself. He wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight, especially since he had Star Platinum-

No. I can't.

He threw down the cigarette butt and stepped on it. He'd really gone that mad, hadn't he? A priest, of all things. A weaker being who wouldn't be able to put up a fight, even if Jotaro weren't a monster.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He looked across the street at the source of the yelling. It was a small woman, a pair of heels in one hand and small purse in the other. A man who was at least two heads taller than her had her cornered in an alley, a small pocket knife in his right hand.

It was almost as if he hadn't heard Jotaro as he walked up behind him. He grabbed the man by the collar, scaring him enough to drop the knife. The woman ran past the two as Jotaro spun the man around to face him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jotaro asked him.

The man's eyes widened in fear, his lips parted as if he was about to say something but he couldn't. Jotaro realized how hard the man's heart was beating, realizing he'd gotten caught in his unspeakable actions.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jotaro bit him. Hard. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, instantly soothing the aching in his gums. He'd never had human blood before, the taste was exceedingly different from that of the animals he'd found in Egypt. It felt pleasantly warm, and it was sweet in a way he couldn't describe.

He slowly felt the tension leave his body, the feeling almost like a high- no, it was a high. He'd never felt this way before.

The man's heart had since stopped beating, the amount of blood he'd lost in mere minutes was surprising to Jotaro.

He eventually let the man's lifeless body hit the ground, then he finally came to his senses. He realized that he had a body underneath him. He'd killed this man.

But I saved someone else. I could've saved lots of people. If I didn't kill the man, the man would've killed the girl.

He killed plenty of people on his way to Egypt. Hell, they weren't even half as bad as this guy was. But he began to panic. He never panicked. He looked around, searching for something, anything, to hide the body. The dumpster beside him would be perfect, but wouldn't that be the first place they'd check?

Who would check? For all the police know, nobody is even here right now.

He used his arm to open the lid, a putrid scent escaping. He gagged, covering his nose and mouth with the now blood stained t-shirt. He managed to maneuver the man over the edge and slam the lid down. A loud thwack reverberated off the walls.

He stared down at his blood stained hands. There wasn't a lot, thank god,but there was enough to make someone question him if he were to be seen.

So to avoid that, he ran. He passed his apartment building in a blind panic. He didn't know where he was going, as long as it was away from the alley.

Within what seemed like seconds, he managed to trip on a large crack in the sidewalk. He collapsed on his ground, catching himself on his hands. They burned, and so did his knees. He knew he'd managed to scrape them during the fall.

"Fuck!" He tried to scream, but it only came out as a loud, shaky wheeze. His curse then turned into a coughing fit, with how many cigarettes he'd smoked since high school, his lungs were in terrible shape. He sat up and examined his scraped hands and his knee. He didn't know where he was, and hopefully he didn't wake anyone up.

The jeans he wore were ripped, his knee a bleeding mess underneath it.

"Jotaro?"

He knew that voice. He looked around and found himself in front of the church that his mother attended, which just so happened to be the church with the priest.

"Father."

"What are you doing out this late?" The redhead asked him, hurrying down the church steps. "It's, like, 2 in the morning..."

The priest held out his hand, Jotaro eyed it warily. After how rude he'd been to the man, he still offered his help.

"I... I fell."

The priest let out a small giggle, lightly touching Jotaro's elbow.

"Yeah, you fell 10 minutes away from your house. Come in, I've got a first aid kit in my office. I'll get you fixed up."

He tried to get up on his own, but as he tried to stand, his knee buckled and he fell back onto the cold concrete.

"Fuck," he growled, "I think I sprained it."

Jotaro let the man help him up and slung his arm around his shoulders, wincing in pain as he put weight on his hurt leg. He hobbled up the steps and into the door, the priest guiding him to a hallway near the entrance of the large church. They stopped at a bathroom, and the priest (who was struggling to carry Jotaro) nudged the door open with his foot. He led him over to the sinks, signalling Jotaro to sit on the counter.

"Okay," he sighed, "this is gonna sound really weird, but I need you to take your pants off..."

Jotaro's eyes widened, his face almost as red as the priest's hair.

"Listen, Father, not to be rude or anything, but shouldn't we go to dinner first? Also I don't even know your name, wouldn't that be-"

"N-no, not like that!" he stuttered. "I need to get to your knee, y-you know to see if it's swollen or anything!"

Jotaro smirked, the flustered redhead in front of him avoiding any eye contact.

"Alright," Jotaro said, "but, uh, could you maybe leave the room?"

"Oh, right! I'll go get the first aid kit, I'll be right back. Don't get any blood on anything."

The man hurriedly disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving Jotaro to take off his jeans. He managed to get them below his swollen knee. It wasn't that dirty, but it was still bleeding a little bit. His hands, on the other hand, were extremely dirty, the skin was jagged and red where he caught himself.

Jotaro looked around the bathroom. The lack of people almost made it feel nice. Almost. The feeling he had was... off. He didn't know what it was, but there was something wrong with this place. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed like something was telling him to get out of there.

He heard a loud crash and a muffled grunt, and just as he was about to get up and check up on the priest, he appeared in the doorway with a first aid kit, some cotton balls, and a box of band-aids.

He smiled, almost dropping the first aid kit as he hurried to Jotaro's aid.

"Oh boy," he sighed. "Did you bust your lip too?"

Jotaro panicked and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Oh god, he's gonna find out I killed that guy and he's gonna think I'm a terrible person and-

"Here, there are some alcohol wipe things in here somewhere," the priest sat down beside him, rolled his sleeves up, and opened the red box. He found what he was looking for and washed his hands in the sink between the two.

"I need you to rinse your knee off."

Jotaro adjusted himself to where his knee could somewhat fit under the faucet and turned on the cold water. The little bit of dirt around his knee washed away fairly easily. He washed his hands, too, the soap stinging his irritated skin.

"So, uh, you never told me your name."

"Noriaki Kakyoin," he said. "This may burn a little, but it shouldn't be too bad."

Kakyoin opened the package of alcohol wipes and slowly cleaned up the wound. His knee was beginning to turn a reddish color. The alcohol did sting.

"So, what made you want to become a priest?" Jotaro asked, hoping to make the situation less awkward.

"Well, technically, I'm a deacon, since I'm too young to be a priest. What made you want to go for a run at two in the morning?"

"I, uh, ran out of cigarettes. And I didn't want to drive."

Kakyoin eyed him suspiciously, disposing of the alcohol wipe. He put an unknown cream into his knee and stuck a large bandaid over the wound.

"Change out the bandage every few hours. You probably just pulled a muscle in your knee, and if the swelling doesn't go down by tomorrow night you should go to the hospital."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"No," Kakyoin smiled, "but I was planning going to medical school to become a nurse before all this."

He gestured to the priest collar around his neck, the bone white square in the middle almost shining against his black dress shirt and slacks. Something about him made Jotaro feel vulnerable in a way. He knew it was probably because he was sitting on a bathroom counter like a kid who fell off his bike, getting his wounds cleaned by a priest, who probably knew he just murdered someone.

At that exact moment, he realized Noriaki Kakyoin wasn't going to be so easy to avoid.

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writerkenna · 5 years ago

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The Light of the Stars and The Glitter in Your Eyes Chapter 2

In order to pay honor to MY god of lesbians, this was written listening mostly to Tegan and Sara.

Also lemme know if y'all want my GammaHammer spotify playlist, I'll post it with the next chp.

Please excuse any errors, this is un-betaed since I was just so excited to publish another chapter! (lol sorry @get-lostsquidward I’ll send you chp 3)

The sight of the mess hall, which was filled to the brim with Asgardians, was heartening for Thor to see. There was a bustle of noise passing through the room, bits of conversations that mingled into one sound that washed over him. The corners of his lips stretched out wide.

“These, Bruce, are my people!” he said, his arm waving out across the room. Bruce looked up at Thor through half-lidded eyes. He was tired but more himself now, right-leaning smiles and soft wrinkles in his cheeks abound.

“They’re great,” Bruce patted Thor’s arm and Thor felt a light tingle rush the spot, “I’m gonna find myself some food, okay?”

Bruce made his way to the start of the food line. They had been able to use a combination of the food stored on the ship and what they had managed to get while rushing off their planet to make an approximation of Asgardian dishes. It was close enough, Thor hoped, to what Bruce ate normally. Thor was finding that since their time on Sakaar, he had developed a compulsive need to keep Bruce from having a freak out, maybe out of some lingering guilt for asking for the Hulk over Banner, maybe a naturally ingrained sympathy for someone who needed it so much as Bruce.

“Hey, Thor. Me and Meek were just looking for you, buddy.” Korg and Meek were in front of him suddenly and Thor took his eyes off Bruce. Meek issued a squeak of a hello and waved a blade at him. Thor took one pace back.

“I’m doing well, large worm, thank you,” Thor said to Meek with a nod. He caught a glint of black and the sheen of leather, and began to change course, “We will continue this later.”

“Okay. Let’s talk soon. We’ve got some big, uh, military ideas for you Asgardians, alright?”

Thor halted himself. Political strategy had been absent from his head for a long time, dispelled with trips through the galaxy and banged out through raging battles with monsters and fire demons and trolls. He hadn’t considered needing it again for a long time, hoping for centuries more of Odin’s rule. He never had understood those who chose politics.

“Can’t wait!” Thor says as he pushed out an over the top grin. Korg gave him a thumbs up and Thor turned away as he suppressed a wince.

“Those fools,” Loki muttered under his breath once Thor had settled into the bench seating, “from the Grandmaster’s trash pile approached me wanting to work on the defense council. That is ridiculous, and I hope you will not be allowing it.”

“They are not fools. Korg is a friend. And, as for the council. . .” Thor trailed off, and then diverted, quick, “By the way, were you and the Grandmaster, like, a . . . ?”

Loki looked down and pushed at the food on his plate. His lips shifted against each other.

“I did what I needed to do to move up the ranks. The Grandmaster had very specific requirements for those ranks.”

Thor smiled to himself, which faded into slight horror as his head formed an image of Loki and the Grandmaster together. He was developing a taunt for Loki to expel the idea from his mind as Loki spoke again.

“Do you think it’s very wise to have him on the ship with us?” Loki asked and Thor tracked his eyeline. It was focused on Bruce.

“Banner? Um, yes? Is that a trick question, brother?”

“I’m not so worried about the doctor. It’s the beast part that I’m concerned about.” Loki was still staring at Bruce and Thor swore he saw the small wisps of fear passing under his eyes. Thor let a hint of a smirk loose. He looked at Bruce again, who was half way through the food line and talking to Valkyrie over the meats section. His shirt was dwarfing him, Thor had overestimated the size, and he didn’t believe it was possible to fear any part of this curly haired, droopy eyed man.

“He won’t be a problem,” Thor grinned at Loki.

“I just . . . I’m not sure about all these foreigners with us. Humans, rock-things, all of them,” Loki grumbled into his palm.

“Well, you are, in a loose definition of the word, a ‘foreigner’ as well,” Thor added, but regretted it as soon as he saw Loki’s eyes narrow into disquieted, aghast slits and the side of his mouth flatten out against his face, “Sorry, you are . . . I didn’t mean . . . you’re my brother, Loki, and an Asgardian, of course, and I-”

Thor was thankful to be cut off from his ramblings by Bruce’s arrival with a hefty plate that fell heavy against the table.

“Uh, hey there, Loki,” Bruce said, voice half there. The two eyed each other back and forth, a conversation of mutual fright and distrust, before Loki stood up, turned, his greasy hair tossing with him, and was running off. Bruce looked to Thor with puffed out cheeks.

“Jeez, I didn’t mean to . . .”

Thor shook his head at Bruce’s words, giving him a light smile, then looked over his plate, which was coming over its edges with food. Bruce blushed and released a laugh from high in his lungs, one of his main repertoire of laughs. This one always made Thor laugh too, in a short burst that he just couldn’t keep in.

“I . . . after I go all Hulk-y and stuff, I’m really hungry, alright?”

Thor nodded, smirking, and small breeze of a chuckle passed out of his lips. Bruce responded back with a push of a laugh. The laughing started to feel like a conversation, a puff of something around Bruce’s bite of ambiguous meat, a groan of a giggle as Thor dipped his fork into the pile of Bruce’s food.

“A warrior’s meal,” Thor said, eyes on Bruce, after they had devoured the plate as a team. Bruce shrugged, but he was smiling.

Bruce went back to the room after their monumental meal, and as much as Thor would have liked to as well, he got caught in a mix of questions by his citizens the second he stood.

Hemidhall pulled him from the swarm of mothers asking about education and beefy men and women wanting to reestablish the warrior force. Thor was glad for the rescue, but only briefly, for he was less than happy when Hemidhall spoke.

“Tomorrow morning, early, meeting with the councils of defense and diplomacy. We need to get a handle on this before we land.”

Thor agreed, against his heart and his happiness, on the meeting, and snuck out the side of the hall to his room.

When he entered, Bruce was standing in front of the bed with three holographic, torso-sized screens spread out around him.

“The ship-it has, like, Earth internet! Like academic databases and stuff! I think it might have non-Earth internet, too, or the equivalent of internet, I guess.”

Thor came up behind Bruce. The screen glow shrouded them both of a blanket of light.

“Show me,” Thor said, his voice restrained as the idea of council meetings fuzzed out his focus. Bruce enacted some flicks of his fingers and one screen showed a page titled The Five Greatest Mysteries of Antimatter .

“I was actually writing a paper on this before I was the big guy for, ah, two years, so I’d thought I’d pick it up again. I don’t really remember what my thesis was, but, uh, I’m trying.” Bruce tried to focus back on the screen, his eyes going into tight slits as he pressed a bit closer to it.

“Are your eyes alright, Bruce?” Thor asked.

“Uh, yeah, I just don’t have my glasses.”

“I’ll get you some.” Thor had no idea how he would get glasses on this ship if he couldn’t manage Midgardian clothes, but the authority of telling Bruce he would was a boost to his ego he needed to have. Bruce mumbled an ‘m’kay thanks’ and turned back to his screen. Thor took the hint and started on his way to the bed, catching himself in the mirror.

Loki was correct, Thor looked exactly like a young shadow of father. A shadow, though, who had failed to leech off any of its owner’s wisdom. He furrowed his brow and brought his palm up to cover the patch. He sighed and dropped the palm, falling heavy onto the bed.

They were silent for a while, outside of Bruce muttering things to himself in excited hushes, and Thor fell into the vacuum of his head.

It felt like it had last time, his return to Asgard after Ultron when Odin had once again offered him the throne. He had ran then, and he wanted to run again, one more time, just deny a bit longer so he can soul search and wander and sleep around and be unplaced. Thor had never been particularly interested in the ‘king’ title once he had delved into what it entailed. ‘Prince’ was nice, it was royal, but vague on the responsibility, freedom and respect in a balance that fit his sensibilities. ‘King’ was too heavy on his shoulders, like a cloak he could never remove, cursed by heredity.

Thor sighed rougher than he had meant to and Bruce turned to him.

“Thor?”

Thor snapped back to the voices that existed outside of his head, “Huh?”

“You doing alright over there?” Bruce asked, stepping to the bed. Thor jolted up and fixed his spine to a ridgid straight line. He snapped his face into something neutral.

“Yep,” he said through tight lips. The bed dipped behind him and he turned to see Bruce next to him.

“You sure?”

Thor paused, then huffed and tossed his legs back up on to bed. Bruce echoed him and then they were close enough to touch shoulders, a head on each of the two pillows and four feet at the foot of the bed.

“I have a meeting with my councils tomorrow. As king.”

“That’s cool,” Bruce offered but Thor shook his head at the suggestion, “Oh.”

“I don’t know what I’ll say. They will have questions about our ‘future’ as a people and Earth’s systems, surely, and-and what am I supposed to say to that?” Thor said in a long chain, a release. He glanced over at Bruce, who was taking the wave of it with a smile.

“Well, what are your policies? Education? Defense?” Bruce was leaning into Thor, and Thor felt a warmth sprinkle across his cheeks. He turned his face down.

“Uh, teach good people, punch bad people?” Bruce gave him a wide-eyed look, on the brink of either a laugh or gasp, “One of your Peee-H-Dees isn’t in Asgardian government, is it?”

“Can’t say Penn State offers that one,” Bruce laughed lightly. Thor slammed a fist onto the bed, head swimming.

“Damn politics!” The words bellowed out of him, bursting tension that had been too compressed, and he felt a shift next to him. Bruce was pulling a knee up to his chest, face tucked behind it. Thor winced, “Sorry, I, Bruce-”

“Fine, it’s fine,” Bruce tossed his hands up about himself as his knee lowered. Thor’s shoulders slumped, “I can look some stuff up, if you’re, ah, that upset about it.”

“I’d thought I’d have longer, that Odin would be around longer, and I wouldn’t have to . . .”

Thor’s heart thump-thumped against his ribs as Odin, oppressive and all-knowing, took over his head. Odin the fighter, Odin the stoic, Odin the bold, Odin the gone.

“We can talk about your dad, if you want?” Bruce said. Thor had to think. Odin wasn’t ‘dad’, he was father, allfather, king. He tried to think about Odin in that context, ‘dad’, which felt foreign and dissociated to what his childhood had been.

“Father was a very good king. Powerful warrior, good with policy, good with the people, and . . .” Thor halted. There was something pushing at the front of his mouth, desperately, something fighting to be voiced. He realized, quite abruptly, what he meant to say, “and, he taught Loki and I none of this. He was this cold, confusing man, because everything was for the kingdom. Kingdom this, kingdom that! It was ridiculous. To him, we were the issue of my mother, and my mother, she was . . .”

Thor could see Frigga exactly in his mind’s eye. He felt the blonde curls she had been kind enough to pass down to him as they rested upon his shoulders. She was with him at all times, she had kissed his head before every battle, escorted him to every diplomatic dinner and grand ball. When he thought of Asgard, rather than the people or the place or the palace, it was her he saw. He wanted to cry, but blinked that away with more anger.

“My mother was a perfect woman, and I want so, so much to thank her, every day, but-but she did that without help. Father never helped. He was busy, with meetings, and that fucking, damned Odinsleep. He gave up us for Asgard, but I-I can’t! I won’t do that, I can’t be that king, I-I . . .”

Thor’s supply of bitter fuel died out and his words went with it. He was sure he must look spent after that, haggard deep in his soul after such a centuries old cleansing of thought. He whipped his head over his shoulder to check on Bruce. Thor found him with his head dipped down to the sheets, hands picking up clutches of it. Thor paled.

Thor had ruined it. He had scared off his only real Midgardian friend. He was a raging, screaming, rambling God that had terrified this fragile mortal. Thor scrambled on his feet for some grand apology, but stopped when Bruce lifted his head up.

“You-you don’t have to be your dad, okay? To rule, you don’t have to be him,” Bruce said, up on his feet by the end and coming closer to Thor. All Thor could do was nod as the silent, shaky force approached him.

“You’re gonna be a different a different king than Odin. My dad w-was awful, really awful, and I-I’m not him, right? I’m not awful, right? So you don’t have to be your dad,” Bruce barreled. Thor and him were staring at each other, brown burrowing into Thor’s blue with all its might. Then, Bruce faltered, and Thor was lost, “Sorry, I-this was about Odin and, ah, politics and Asgard. I made it about me again, didn’t I?”

Thor ducked in towards Bruce and placed a hand on his shoulder, quick to counter that.

“No! No, no, no, my friend,” Thor rushed.

“My dad-he . . . he did some really bad things,” Bruce whispered. Thor didn’t press past that. He knew he shouldn’t, not then. He was surging with an overpowering need to shelter Bruce from this, and his instincts told him that shutting up and letting Bruce say what he wanted to, if he wanted to, was the way to do that.

Thor felt something in his hand and glanced down to find Bruce’s palm in his own. Thor shared a quick exchange with Bruce, whom was equally shocked by the development, they both countered back and their hands were wrenched apart. They both laughed once they are seperated, like a balancer to their biting anger, and jumped to speak.

“I have research that-”

“I should go check on-”

Thor cut off first, smiling and giving Bruce a small nod, and head for the door. He didn’t know where he was going to go, but he did know he needed to keep Bruce to see just how much he was blushing.

#gammahammer #thorbruce #mcu #marvel #thunderscience #thruce #mutual pining #my sweet bois with daddy issues

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snffbeebee · 6 years ago

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This is a request by the lovely @jackles-jadalecki , I hope Y'all enjoy !!!

Word Count - 2,055

It was a beautiful day in Texas, the sun was hot and you sat with a beer in your hand, across from one of your best friends Danieel. You had lost contact after she moved back here with her ex and one of the main actors on Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, aka Dean frigging Winchester. It had been at least 10 years since you seen each other, so you spent the whole day catching up.

" I mean don't get me wrong, I'll always love Jensen, but it just wasn't the same anymore. Besides the kids we didn't really have much to talk about anymore. Thank God it was a clean split because I don't know how some people get divorced and not speak to each other, specially if there are kids involved. " Danieel said, taking a swig of her beer.

" I take it the media has had a field day with all that. " You stated.

" Honestly it hasn't been as bad as I thought it was gonna be. We've kept our private lives pretty private. "

Right then you heard the front door open and turned to see him. Jensen frigging Ackles. You were a huge fan of the show and couldn't deny that you had always been a Dean girl.

" Speak of the Winchester. " Danieel laughed as she got to her feet and greeted him with a hug.

You couldn't help but smile back when he smiled at you. Jesus that man was even more beautiful in person...and tall..holy shit. You seen a smirk pull on Danieels lips as they made their way over to you.

" Jensen this is my collage best friend Y/N...Y/N this is my goofball of an ex Jensen. "

" Was she always this crazy ? " He laughed.

" Yeah pretty much. " You smirked at her.

After a few beers, you needed to get back, because you had a photo shoot to do the next morning and you were still jetlag from your flight this morning.

" Alright, I'm gonna call a cab, I gotta go get some sleep. Can't half ass tomorrow. " You said getting to your feet.

" No need to call a cab, I've gotta go pick up the kids, I can give ya a lift. " He smiled.

You shoved your phone in your back pocket and looked at him.

" Really, I can call a cab it's not a big deal. "

Jensen glanced at Danieel with a shake of his head.

" Are all your friends as stubborn as you. " He joked

" I'm giving you a lift. "

He leaned down and kissed Danieel on the top of her head with a smile.

" I'll have them call you before bed, I know that JJ won't let me forget about that..she never does. "

You hugged her then turned and smiled at Jensen.

" Alright, where to? " he asked as you guys walked out the front door and got into his car.

" I'm at the hotel down on 6th. "

" Hotel huh, just visiting? " He asked curious.

" Moving actually. I spent enough time in LA, I needed a change of scenery. " You said with a little laugh.

" So what made you come here? "

" Well I've been here a few times for photo shoots, and I just kinda fell in love. "

" Photo shoots huh..you in front of the camera or behind it? "

" I've had my share of being in front of the camera, but I prefer to be behind it. "

You guys talked all the way to your hotel and you didn't actually want to say goodbye to this man. You knew some things about him from being a fan of the show and of course talking to Danieel, but you found yourself wanting to get to know everything about him.

" So listen, did you want to grab a drink or something with me this weekend? I bring the kids to Dees on Friday morning, but I'm free Friday night. "

Your heart was racing..You couldn't believe that he was asking you out. You couldn't contain the smile on your face.

" I'd love to. "

That Friday night, you went and got dinner then ended back up at his place,had a few drinks and talked almost until 5 am. That was the start of something amazing. You spent a lot of time with him over the next 6 months. Even flying to Vancouver to check out the set and see him, Jared and everyone else in action and you were beyond start struck. It was about 2 am on Saturday morning and you guys were on the plane back to Texas when he took your hand in his.

" So how would feel about coming to Danieel's place for JJ's birthday party tomorrow?" He asked with a smile.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had seen pictures and he would talk non stop about them..but you didn't think that meeting them would terrify you this much.

" Are you sure? I mean what if they don't like me. " You said with a little laugh.

" Are you kidding, they are gonna love you..just as much as I do. "

His eyes burned into yours as he said those last words. This was the first time he had told you he loved you and it made your heart fill with happiness.

" You love me huh. " You smirked.

He ran his hand across your face with a soft smile.

" Its crazy because it's so soon, but yeah I love you. "

" I love you too. "

He smiled then leaned in and kissed you softly.

" So is that a yes? " He asked.

You thought for a second. If this was going to work out, you would have meet them..and Well you kinda already loved them just by the way Jensen talked about them.

" It's a yes. "

" Good! "

“ Alright, so that means I gotta go get her something before we go. “

“ You don’t have to do that. “

“ Yes I do..Come on you having kids you should know that having a present always helps. “ You laughed.

When you landed, you went back to Jensen’s house, got a few hours of sleep, then you got ready then you and Jensen went out shopping. You searched a few stores and then you found the perfect gift. The whole way to Danieel’s house your nerves were going crazy. Jensen took your hand in his as you walked onto the porch.

“ Just relax, you’ve already met everyone in there. “

“ Except the ones who actually matter at the moment. “ You laughed.

He leaned in and kissed you passionately, then you made your way inside.

“ Hey, you guys made it. “ Gen smiled as you guys came into the kitchen.

She kissed Jensen’s cheek and hugged you.

“ Where’s the birthday girl? “ He asked, looking around the back yard where everyone was.

“ They are all outside in the bouncy house. “

He squeezed your hand, then you went out into the beautiful backyard. You let out a shaky breath and he couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. Danieel smiled when she seen you and Jensen.

“ JJ, look who’s . “

Before she could finish her sentence, you seen her jump out of the bouncy house and run towards him.

“ Daddy!! “ She yelled, as he picked her up into a big hug and kissed the top of her head.

“ Happy birthday beautiful. “

You couldn’t help but smile when she looked at you.

“ JJ, this is Y/N . “

“ Is she your new girlfriend that mommy told me about? “ She asked.

“ Yes, she is. “

“ Hi. “ She smiled.

“ Hi, happy birthday. “

“ Thank you. “ She smiled, that smile that mirrored Jensen’s.

“ I got you something. “ You smiled, showing her the pink wrapped box.

“ Can I open it now Daddy? “ She asked, looking at him.

Your heart shuttered, she was a mini him.

“ Yeah, I think you’ll really like it. “ He smiled as he set her on her feet.

You bent down and held it, while she ripped the paper off the box. Her face lit up when she seen the little pink guitar on the box.

“ Daddy she got me a guitar!! “

“ Yeah, you’re Daddy told me that you liked playing his, so I thought it would be better if you had your own. “ You smiled.

Her smile, made your heart so happy. Jensen took the box from you and the moment your arms were empty, she wrapped her little arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“ Thank you Y/N. Daddy, can I go show mommy? “ She asked anxiously.

“ Yeah, go ahead baby. “ He kissed her, as she took the box from him and ran over to show Danieel.

You got to your feet with a huge smile on your face.

“ See I told you that she’d love you. “ He smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek then taking your hand in his.

“ Ah there are my other babies. “ He smiled as you walked over to Gen and Jared who had the twins playing on the grass.

“ Y/N this is Arrow. “ Jensen picked her up and kissed her noisily.

She was so beautiful.

“ Hey baby girl, Daddy missed you. “

You seen Zepplin sitting with Jared playing with some toy. You sat down next to Jared and smiled at the little Jensen. God that kid was going to be a looker.

“ And this handsome man must be Zepplin. Hey there. “ You smiled.

“ Zep, can you say hi? “ Jensen asked sitting next to you with Arrow in his lap.

Zepplin smiled and waved his hand. God you didn’t know why you were so nervous about this. His kids were amazing. You sat there and played with the kids for a bit, then Jensen went to help Danieel with JJ’s cake.

“ So you finally decided to introduce them huh. “ She smiled.

“ Yeah, I thought it was time, and she was nervous as hell. “ He laughed.

“ They seem to really like her. JJ couldn’t stop talking about that little guitar that she got her, the perfect gift by the way. “

“ Yeah that was all her. “ He said as he watched you play and laugh with Zepplin.

“ She’s got Zep, so I think she’s in. “ She smiled as she lit the candles on the cake.

He couldn’t help but smile. After everyone started to leave, Jared patted Jensen’s shoulder.

“ So they really seem to like her eh. “

Jensen looked over and seen Zepplin passed out on your chest as you talked with Gen and Danieel.

“ Yeah, I think I might keep her around for a while. “

Jared raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled out a little black box.

“ Are you serious? Have you talked to Danieel about this? “ Jared asked.

He slipped the box back into his jacket pocket with a smile.

“ She helped me pick it out. “

He knew this woman was the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And a year later, that’s exactly what you did. You had the wedding of your dreams and you couldn’t have been happier. You had an amazing husband, amazing friends, beautiful step kids, that you considered your own and a surprise for Jensen. You were sitting out in the backyard looking out at the view after putting the kids to bed. You had your head on his chest, your legs intertwined with his and your hands in his.

“ Hey Jay. “ You said looking up at him.

“ Yes my beautiful wife. “

“ How do you feel about adding another room to the upstairs? “ You asked.

“ For what? “ He asked.

It took him a second, but he finally caught on and sat up.

“ You’re pregnant? “

You smiled and nodded your head.

“ You’re serious? “ He asked still in disbelief.

“ Yes Jay, you’re gonna be a Daddy again. “ You smiled.

He leaned in, kissed you passionately then put his forehead to yours.

“ I love you Y/N “

“ I love you too. “ You whispered against his lips.

I hope Y’all enjoyed this fluff. It’s not much, but it was a little difficult to write someone else’s kids, but yeah...keep those Requests coming please!!!! Thanks again for all the love! You guys are amazing!!! <3

@ezilyamuzed @redlipstickandthewinchesters @angelkurenai @deans-jiggly-pudding @thekatherinewinchester @hunterswearingplaid @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @nanie5 @spndeanlover1967 @angelessquirrel @jamielea81 @nillavanilla21 @one-to-beam-up @mirandaaustin93 @bitterstar88

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hockeyplayerstories · 6 years ago

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Auston Matthews | Something Like Romeo And Juliet

Fun fact: I had written this for English class before I decided I'd post it but not before editing.

Auston’s P.O.V

I stare from afar, with warm ups just starting, there was barely anyone in the stands but from the people already seated only one or two were wearing Maple Leaf jerseys the rest were Red Wings fans. From across my teams zone, where I am currently stretching on the ice, through the glass I spot a beautiful girl. She is wearing a red wings jersey but I don’t care to much about that, captured by her natural beauty as it appears she isn't wearing any make up, her bright blue eyes , golden brown hair flowing down her shoulders in waves, stopping just a couple inches from the top of the red wings logo. After 2 minutes of stretching, staring also, I decide to take a lap around when I notice the rest of my teammates start to pour out onto the ice with 10 minute left in warm ups before the game. Skating around my teams net with a puck on my stick, practicing my dangles and dekes, I lift my eyes to look at her but quickly look away when we catch eyes for a few seconds. I look down at the puck blushing because she was smiling, ‘I hope no one saw that’ I think to myself but when i look back up to see where I am going, I am quickly corrected because I hear someone comment on it.

“Yo, Matts?! What’s got you all red?” I hear Mitch question me.

“Nothing!” I say quickly, passing him the puck, looking down when others, who ever heard what Mitch just said, turn to look at me to see if I really was blushing.

“He’s all red because he was taking a good long look at Dylan Larkin’s cousin, Y/N” comes another voice to the conversation, William, says. I stare at him wide eyed. “I was right behind you the whole time” he explains

“Shit” I mumble “AWWW, Auston has a crush! Auston has a crush!” chants Mitch as he picks up a puck and skates towards the net to shoot it then come back to us to say ”Good luck getting through Dylan if you want to date her cuz” He pauses to laugh to himself a little ”Y'all have this little fight/argument thing going on for how long as this has this been going on for? Years? I think it’s time it’d stop” He stats “Alright! I don't think he will let me so yeah let’s stop talking about it and get back to warm ups!!” I say skating away from the two to set the example. I take a look at the clock and notice only 2 minutes left and curse to myself quietly ”I wasted all my precious warm up time talking to those idiots” I mumble to myself.

Y/N's P.O.V

I have never seen anyone as handsome as him before. From where I am sitting, I see he has a strong stature, well built, very tall. Matthews #34 plays for Toronto, that’s all I know, oh and his beautiful brown eyes that shine in the light, he looks good in a white jersey, I have seen him in pictures wearing a blue jersey when playing at home in Toronto. Dylan, my cousin, has told me a lot about him, how he used to play with him for team USA. Along with telling me he is one of the best and how much he hates him for being one of the best. Maybe I can ask to meet him?

Auston’s P.O.V

The game went by like a blur. No one scored until the second period though in the first some good battles were fought. Red wings scored first in the game but James opens the score for us two minutes after. Then Mitch scores to gain the lead in the game. I scored myself, but in the third period after the Red Wings tied the score. We win the game with a score of 3-2.

Upon arriving to the locker room after hugging congratulating my team for the game, I spot Coach and Red wings head coach, Jeff Bashill, speaking together in the hall, as if they were old buds and not enemies.

By time Coach came to the locker room, I was already changed and showered, my gear packed into its bag making its way to the hallway to a trolley by a equipment staff to be put in the bus but because it’s not here yet it has to wait like I am doing at the moment, I was stuck in my thoughts before Coach got all of our attention so he could talk to us.

“Ok ! Can I have everyone's attention please?!! Sit down it won’t take long. Alright the bus should be here soon so sit tight. First off I want to thank James for putting us on the board, Mitchy for tying it up and Matts for scoring the game winner. Lets not forget Andersen for blocking all shots and to who ever else did so too” he paused so we could clap for our hard played game. "We have the opportunity to attend a party organized by the red wings, some of you know this already but if you don't I used to coach the wings which is why we got invited so clean up nice, we leave tomorrow to go home with a couple days off. Ok! See you on the boys on the bus”. With that everyone resumed to what they were doing before Coach started talking. Still waiting for the bus, I pull out my phone to answer some texts I got before or during the game. “Hey Matts!” I hear Mitch yell to me over the music in the locker room. “Yeah?” I answer him looking up from my phone to see him smirking at me ”With Y/N being Dylan’s cousin she will be there, maybe you could make a move, don't you think?” he pretended to think with his pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin. I blush thinking about an answer “Now that I think about it Larkin never mention a cousin before when we talked , like normal people. I told him almost everything about myself but he has said almost nothing about himself. We almost always made team USA together” I mutter the last part to myself,” bus is here!!” someone yells in the locker room “Finally” almost everyone cheers, excited for the party.

From the rink to wherever the party is taking place it took at least 20 minutes. The bus was quiet, barely anyone saying a word to each other until we got to the party . Everyone was talking now because it was not a house we pulled up to it was a freaking mansion! Once the bus stopped everyone tumbled out of the bus in order to get to the party quicker.

My feet had just barely landed on the ground when I was tackled slightly from the back by an excited Mitch. William not far from him when he pushed passed me to get to the front. “let’s go party!” came from some of the older guys “yeah let’s go” I cheered with some others, smiling I begin walking towards the entrance with the team.

Entering the mansion, I look around. Amazed with all the details on the ceiling and everything around, everything looked expensive . With my eyes still wandering, they catch sight of Y/N who was stood at the top of the beautifully designed staircase. She was wearing a cream coloured dress with lace, not much showing but just enough, she kept her hair the same as before. Our eyes meet and we share a smile. She begins to descend the stairs while I walk towards her our eyes still connected until a hand on my shoulder turns me around harshly toward them, “Matthews! You don't look at talk to or even think about my cousin! She doesn't need someone like you in her life, only good people deserve her kindness. Go find some other girl to mess with not my cousin! You hear me?! Do you hear me?!!!!” Dylan yells in my face, I take a look at Juliet , the person Dylan is yelling at me about and notice she looks worried but I just smile in away to tell her it’s ok “yes I hear you but I wasn’t planning on breaking her heart or hurting her or even messing around with her like you think i would do with her. I was thinking more of treating her like a queen than what you are thinking. I don't know man but i never thought love at first sight existed until i took a look at her. I’d give her anything she ever wanted in the whole wide world. I’d give up hockey if she wanted me to” Dylan thought over my words, luckily no one really paid attention to what happening. After a whole minute, Dylan looked towards Juliet, still stood on the staircase, I looked also. She was trying to convince Dylan to give me a chance ”Ok I am going to let you date my cousin but one word of you doing something that upsets her, you’re dead” Dylan says after a couple seconds and walks away.

I watch him until Mitch is in my face ”Hey! Go get your girl! He gave you permission.” he laughed at my face as realization took over, I turn quickly to see Y/N begin to turn to go back up occasionally looking over her shoulder to see if I was following, with a smile on her face. I sprint to the stairs and take two at a time to get to her faster.

Once standing next to her at the top of the stairs, she smiles up to me and holds out her hand for me to take into mine. I place my hand into hers and I am mesmerized at how our hands fit like puzzle pieces, her tiny delicate hand is smothered by my giant one. “So” I snap my head up to at the sound of her, like her looks, beautiful voice. “What should we do first?” she asks me as she leads me to what I assume her bedroom “we should get to know each other” I suggest to which she nods her head. Exactly a hour later, many questions and laughs were shared ,now we just stare at each other in silence until she decides to break it “I feel like this is from Romeo and Juliet” she smiles at me “Really? How?” I say surprised “Because of how we got to this moment” she blushes, I smile because I caused it “Well we could call this ‘Something Like Romeo and Juliet’ then” I say “That sounds perfect” she laughs, I love her laugh and I plan on hearing it for the rest of my life.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagines #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs

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astromedea · 3 years ago

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Times Like These

⚝ Synopsis: A student transfers to Aliraei K's school and claims to his classmates to be interested in her.

⚝ Genre: romance

⚝ Note! (synopsis needs revision)

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"Hey, Ali! You should really get a boyfriend, you know!"

"Hey, Ali, so when are you getting a boyfriend?"

"Ali!" "Boyfriend!"

Ali sprawls down to her armchair.

"Ugh, why is everyone pestering me to get a boyfriend today?"

"Haha, well don't you get pestered a lot for that?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't this bad before geez."

"Ali, oh my gosh you have to hear about this!!"

"What? Are you going to tell me to get a boyfriend too?"

"Oho~ Maybe?"

"Hah?"

"There's someone who I think is totally your type that's interested in you!! He's in the arts and design strand!"

"How did you even get to know that if it was way over there?"

The arts and design strand is a bit far from our building. How could a rumor like that go so far?

"Plus, my type? I've familiarized practically everyone's faces in campus already. How could I suddenly have someone I don't know as my type?"

The campus isn't too big and I've been in this school since the start of junior high, that's why I've come to familiarize with everyone already, especially someone who was in our batch.

"Well, my great friend. The thing is, it's a transfer student! Didn't you always wished that we'd get a transfer student because you keep complaining that you didn't have a type with anyone else here?"

"Well..."

"Oh hey, you guys. Talking about Ali's transfer student boyfriend."

We looked up at the ever so charming Pryce. Heh, well I do have a type here, he's right here now in fact. Ah he never liked me back though so I gave up trying.

"Wait, transfer student boyfriend...? You know about that too?"

"Well, duh, he's part of my group. Our entire group knows. We went to the arts and design building to pass the group project to sir. Wait, you guys haven't passed yet? Oho~ does that mean you're gonna see this transfer student yourself?"

"Hah? I—"

"Group 2! Let's pass our project!"

Ah frick.

"Goodluck hihi."

I stood up, ignoring them with their smirks and head straight out to the hall to meet my group.

"Alright, everyone's here. We're going to pass the project to sir since he's already at the Arts and Design building!"

"Um excuse me?"

"Yes, Ali?"

"I'm... my head actually hurts right now. Can you guys go on without me?"

"Oh really?? I'll get medicine for you when we get back since we'll just walk by the clinic!"

"Oh, you'd do that? Thank you so much! Uh here's where the project is. If sir doesn't have a laptop when you meet him, can you just let him keep the usb drive and tell him to return it back to our group on our next meeting with his sub?"

"Okay! Thank you, you can count on us! And rest well too!"

I got back in the classroom and plopped on my desk again.

"Hm? Why are you here? Isn't required for all members of the group to be there?"

"I told them my head hurts and I can't go."

"Wait. Does it actually? Or are you just making that as an excuse so you won't have to show up on their building?"

"Both."

"You want us to get you to the clinic?"

"Ah no need for that. Lia volunteered to get medicine for me when they get back. And hey, my head might be throbbing right now, but that doesn't I can't understand what y'all are saying. You didn't get to explain to me, Rhie when I asked you how did you guys heard about that. Did they see you guys around here?"

"Luckily we didn't. We caught sir before he could enter the class so his class doesn't even know that we were there. But after we talked to sir and was about to head out, we heard from their room right away your name. We did a little snooping and peeked what was going on and it was this transfer student saying he was interested in you!!"

Hm... weird.

-> -> ->

[In front of Arts and Design 1]

"Excuse me sir! Group 2 from STEM 1, here to pass our project, sir!"

"Ah come in, come in."

"Ooo they're students from STEM!"

"Dude do you want to introduce yourself to them? They might introduce you to her~"

"This is one step closer to seeing her heheh."

I wonder who they're talking about?

"Hm? Why are you guys only 6? Aren't you all supposed to be 7? Didn't I say the whole group should be hear when passing the project?"

"Oh right, about that sir, Ali's head hurts so she couldn't come with us."

"Ali?" The teachers eyes the transfer student which he catches on. "You mean, Aliraei K, yes?"

"Um yes?"

That seemed to have made the class we were in rowdy. Everyone was nudging the unfamiliar guy in his seat and telling him to take care of her and whatnot.

"I see. But could you tell her to come here when she feels better tomorrow at the same time? I need all of my students to approach me in passing the output, but for her, just tell her to collect a 1/4 sheet of paper from each group written with their members and contributions. You group should tell the class directly about the 1/4."

"Okay sir! Understood!"

"Okay, all of you can go now."

As we got out of the room, we hear the class even louder now. Everyone was thanking sir, probably because he made Ali to show up.

"Was that a transfer student? Never saw him before."

"Yeah, and he seems interested in Ali."

"Wow lucky Ali, he looked so good!"

"Oh they would look so good together omg."

"I wonder if Ali knows."

"Do they even know each other?"

"Hmm maybe."

"Hey you guys shouldn't gossip about this when we get to our building alright? Ali doesn't like it when she gets teased!"

"Can we at least tell them that there's a new student in campus? A good-looking one at that!"

"But wouldn't that just lead them to asking if he was interested in anyone?"

"Well then just let them do the work to ask him himself! Anyway, let's not forget to go to the clinic first."

-> -> ->

"Sir asked me to what...? thank you for the medicine btw."

"you're welcome! To hand out those 1/4 by tomorrow yourself!"

"Heeeeh, destiny really wants you to meet the transfer student, Ali. There's no escape~."

"I guess your headache had just probably made the situation worse."

"Ugh can't you guys go with me? I don't want to go there alone!"

"Hm I do want to know who this transfer student is. You guys don't know what his name is?"

"I don't know who he is but I kept hearing them call him I think Warren?"

"Yeah, Warren's his name. Do you know him, Ali?"

"No. I don't know anyone named Warren."

"Wait, you already know about it, Ali?"

"Yes! I told her myself! Which was probably a mistake because I know even with a headache, she'd still want to go if she didn't know there'd be problems there..."

"I told you not to tell her~"

"Geez I'm even thankful you guys told me or I would've gotten an even worse headache."

"Well, you better get well soon then. You'll be going alone there tomorrow, after all."

"Hah?? Can't you guys go with me??"

"Ah I remember now, we have vacant classes at this time that's why we could all go there but tomorrow it wouldn't be so we can't accompany you."

"Ah yikes, it's miss Decap too. She doesn't like it when the one who asks for dismissal are a group of people, even just a pair wouldn't suffice for ma'am."

"Ugh my head's hurting way more. I'm going to be absent this afternoon."

"Oh? Are you going to have a beauty sleep so you'd look good tomorrow for him—?"

I hit Rhie lightly on her shoulder.

"Ugh no, I don't want to prolong this so it's to make this over with as soon as possible. If I went to school soon, who knows how worse this headache would be especially that I'm already expecting his classmates to be really loud."

I really hope things would just be fast tomorrow.

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stigma-dream · 7 years ago

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1 | Try me [ College! AU ]

Pairing : BTS X Reader

Word Count : 6,802

Summary : Remember how in your teen years you use to fantasize how good it must feel being surrounded by the local bad boys, all trying to impress you one way or another trying to gain your attention? Well, this isn’t what you had in mind, nor would you had imagined that it would’ve started with a stupid alcohol-influenced bet.

Wednesday 11:41 p.m

“Must I really go…?

Not even a week in into the second semester and they were already planning to throw a party by the weekend. “Yes, of course you have to be there! It wouldn’t be the same without you. If I didn’t have my best girl, it’ll be like Batman without Robin!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, already being able to see the large toothy grinned he has always flashed.

“Hobi, that was a fail attempt at trying to butter me up you know? Plus we both know that’s not why you want me to go. You just want me to bring your drunk ass home while I won’t be able to take a single sip of alcohol. Why would I voluntarily torture myself like that?” A soft groan left pass your lips as you leaned back into the softness of your living room couch. Kicking both legs up at the already collapsing mess of a coffee table you and your roommate shared.

“C’mon (Y/N), trust me when I say It’ll be fun. Hell - I’ll even try to convince the boys at making the party a bit more… small, so there won’t be much of a mess, alright?” Raising a brow questioningly as if he were there, you reached over for the remote controller and flipped through the channels until you could find something you could settle down to watch for the mean time. “How would my existence being present at such a place benefit me, hm?“ You heard a loud smack soon followed by a groan as Hobi began to speak again. “It’ll make all seven of us happy, you know you love us too~.” You could practically see the smirk spread against his lips. “Oh dear god no - forget about it. Not leaving my cocoon to interact with other humans.”

You tilted your head to the side, eying the blanket folded neatly on the opposite arm rest. Leaning yourself across the couch only for your fingertips to slightly caress the fabric. “I did not just slap myself once for nothing (Y/N), you’re coming to the party and that’s that.” Before you could deny the offer again, you heard a mumble on the other end of the line before it cut off.

“More like a get together now..”

Frowning at the words he had slipped out, you groaned loudly and threw the phone onto the coffee table, flipping face up at the laying spot you had found yourself in. Complete forgetting about the blanket now. Staring up at the ceiling as the TV made background noise, not letting the death silence of the apartment overcome you with solitude. “Why is he insisting so much…” You mumbled, reaching up to your hair and moving some loose strands away from your field of vision. It didn’t take much that you got lost in your thoughts and sleep had taken it’s toll on you - your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you laid there on the couch and not too long after you found yourself slowly easing into a nice slumber.

Friday 2:38 p.m

Horse babe : hey hey (y/n)

Horse babe : do you already have your outfit ready?

Horse babe : well don’t wear whatever you were gonna bring

Horse babe : we decided to move the party next month as it seemed more appropriate

Horse babe : actually scratch that

Horse babe : everyone spread the rumor so fast that they prohibited us from throwing a party until next month lmao

Horse babe : but you still have to come over tomorrow, just bring something more laid back as it’ll just be the boys and I

“Who the fuck is spamming me” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your backpack that laid in the chair beside you and pulling out your cellphone. The vibration only continued in your hand as you got another harsh shush from the librarian at the front desk. Smiling at her apologetically and bowing your head slightly, you immediately unlocked your phone and put it in silent mode. Seeing the various notifications from Hoseok. Scanning the messages, a giggle past your lips at the thought of the news spreading like wildfire among the student body of the upcoming party. Only to get immediately shut down.

(Y/N) : omg hobi rlly?

(Y/N) : that must’ve suck

(Y/N) : but why must I still go? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other in years

Locking the screen and placing your phone beside you, you looked back up at your surroundings. Luckily, the library was the closest you’ve ever seen it to being empty. There was always half of the room filled with various students trying to cram a full semester worth of information into their heads all at once. In other cases, couples spread around the library goofing around and being all lovey dovey with each other. Groups of friends just storming in and messing around knowing the librarians just didn’t have the energy to even scoul them anymore. This time it was only you and a small group of students at the corner across the room - seeming to be trying to hide away from the eye of anyone. A red flickering light caught your attention and made you glance back down only to see Hoseok has replied.

Horse babe : lmao ikr like y

Horse babe : and because (y/n) ~

Horse babe : we miss you!

Eying the text suspiciously, you brought your bottom lip between your teeth unconsciously, beginning to slowly chew at it as you typed away a reply.

(Y/N) : oh wow yea sure

(Y/N) : what’s up with this sudden burst of love y'all have for me?

(Y/N) I swear if it is some sort of prank or joke y'all want to play on me I’ll rip all of your heads off and feed them to Ms. Scott’s snake.

Horse babe : omg stop no

Horse babe : we honestly have nothing better to do this weekend and we managed to find 8 nerf guns in the janitor room

Horse babe : don’t ask why we were there

Horse babe : but even more conveniently, four are one color and the other four another color

(Y/N) : so basically two teams?

Horse babe : bingo

Humming softly you brought your elbow up at the table and rested your head against your palm, debating if you should go or not. If you were absolutely free, you would have immediately agreed to meeting up with them already. But you have already planned on catching up on a series you took a small break from and cleaning around the apartment. Since your roommate is almost never home (due to her spending most of her time with her boyfriend) - you have had the whole place to yourself. Leaving clothes scattered everywhere, having unwashed dishes at the sink from probably weeks old now, and being able to roam around the apartment in nothing but your underwear freely. Though at first it felt like a small heaven having all this freedom to yourself - the dirtiness of the place was finally starting to gross you out.

(Y/N) : under one condition

Horse babe : which is?

(Y/N) : you all have to help me clean up my apartment and binge watch AHS with me

(Y/N) : beginning from end.

(Y/N) : all of you - and no dozing off during the middle or chickening out that it’s too creepy for you.

Horse babe : …

Horse babe : How am I friends with you again?

(Y/N) : Your lost ass was roaming around the halls whining for someone to help you get to class the first day

(Y/N) : and as if a cruel punishment you chose me as your victim and we somehow had first period together

(Y/N) : and from then on you clinged onto me for everything

Horse babe : YAH! (Y/N)! That’s no way to talk to your hyung!

Horse babe : plus you make it sound so uncool…

Horse babe : doesn’t matter, now you know how cool I truly am ;)

(Y/N) : lmao you? cool? you’re funny buddy

Horse babe : mk gb

(Y/N) : no bb wait im joking

(Y/N) : you’re so cool you broke the coolness-o-meter

Horse babe : …hell yeh I did

Horse babe : i’m so cool i probably threw yoongi down from his swag throne

(Y/N) : okay that’s enough of that

(Y/N) : so do you agree to coming or nah?

Horse babe : yea sure

(Y/N) : okay goodie well ttyl gotta blast

Horse babe : lmao ight

Gathering your stuff you had spread around the table, you quickly rushed out of the library - you were done for the day anyways so you’re absolutely free to go to your apartment. Walking down to the parking lot to find your car - you were a bit too late to claim a dorm at campus, so you had no other choice but to rent an apartment nearby.

To your surprise you found Taehyung and Jimin leaning against your car seeming deep in conversation within themselves. A small smirk creep onto your lips as you decided to scare the two - having have been leaning against your precious baby you had just clean yesterday. Taking much lighter steps and focusing on your breathing, you strode over to the backside of the automobile, peeking your head only to see that they haven’t noticed your presence

“Why do you think she doesn’t wanna join us tomorrow?” Jimins voice was the first to reach your ears, perking up more, now curious about their conversation. At this angle you could perfectly see how the sunlight hit his vermilion hair, giving an appearance of a soft gold gentle aura around him. His sharp jawline facing you as he tilted his head towards Taehyung, his back leaning against your precious baby as you noticed he raised a leg to press against it - eyes darting to the ground as he began to scratch the back of his neck, seeming to go deep in thought. Seconds later to think his own question further, you noticed how his eyebrows furrow up ever so slightly, a small pout forming on his devilishly full plump lips. “You don’t think…she has started to avoid us, do you?”

Being to caught up in your own thoughts about how he even dared to raise his dirty shoe against the car door, you almost missed what he had said. Your own eyebrows scrunching up, why would he even asked that? There’s nothing that they’ve done to make you dislike them…much less avoid. “ I don’t see a reason to.” Taehyung shrugged, pulling at the sleeves of his rather large jumper and crossing his arms in front of him, mindlessly playing with a loose strand of his black ripped jeans. “Knowing her, she’s probably already stressing about studying or something…” the brunette mumbled, turning to face the shorter male. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at Taehyung but shrugged, nodding as a sigh escaped his lips. “You’re probably right. She always overworks herself too much…it’s not healthy. She should just, i don’t know… lay back and enjoy the moment you know?” Taehyung nodded, chuckling softly as a small grin formed on his features “Like us?”. Jimin looked questioningly at him, taking him a second to understand what he meant. Shaking his head with a mocking laugh he punched Tae’s shoulder teasingly. “Of course not! Could you imagine though? She’ll probably have an heart attack seeing her grades drop and attendance start to stagger it’s perfect record.”

Short laughs were exchanged between the two, not before you pulled out your car keys and sounded the alarm. Watching as both men jumped away startled from the vehicle, both their eyes blown wide like deers caught in the headlight. Noticing how Jimin was clutching at his denim jacket tightly, chest heaving trying to catch his breath seeming to have been knocked out of his lungs. Flashing a mischievous grin at the boys as you arose from your hiding spot. “ I beg to differ, you seem to be the one who’s going to get a heart attack, pretty boy.”

Heads snapped toward your direction as Jimin’s chocolate brown orbs seem to have widen even more, sighing deeply and throwing his head back as he raised a hand to comb his bangs in a nervous manner. “ I swear to god (Y/N) I will get you back for this.”

Smiling even wider now, you turn to look at Taehyung only to see him kneeled down holding his stomach, his hand trying to muffle his laughs. Not helping yourself now you began to laugh yourself, raising hand in the same manner as Tae to cover your fit of giggles. Hearing your laugh was the final straw for Taehyung to let his rich laugh bang against your eardrums, his balance failing him as he fell back clutching his sides. “ o-oh my god! You should have seen your expression! It was absolutely priceless! I couldn’t imagine his eyes going wider, they almost popped out!”

Jimin clicked his tongue as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, snapping his head towards the younger one. “Yah! Quiet!” Jimin roared, his cheeks flushing as he kicked Taehyung, only kicking the air threateningly. Taehyung rolled over his side and arose from the floor, throwing his arm over Jimins shoulder as he chuckled softly.

“Aish, don’t get all pissy now~ we’re just joking around, right (Y/N)?” Tae turned to you, flashing you a cocky wink as a smirk played along his rose lips. You only shook your head, giggling softly as you walked over to the boys. Filling up Jimins other shoulder with your arm now - but due to your shorter height you only managed to bring down both boys. “Yeh, just horsing around buddy old pal.” Making eye contact with Tae, you both grinned widely, turning back to Jimin who was only frowning, his eyebrows scrunching up as his brown orbs pierced at the both of you disapprovingly.”You will be hearing from my lawyer soon, this is harassment I have the right to sue you.”

Rolling your eyes at the vermilion haired boy, you stepped back, Taehyung taking your spot and wrapping his arms around Jimin, resting his head on his shoulder as he began to hum softly. Jimin shook his head he pushed away and fixed his shirt - tucking the striped fabric back into his jeans as he scoffed. “Whatever. Hobi sent us to warn you if you don’t come tomorrow he’ll expose your double chin pictures”. You raised a brow at him, sighing softly as you pulled out your phone - showing him the text you had exchanged with Hoseok earlier. Watching him as he read the text, Taehyung peering over his shoulder and doing the same. Jimin’s lips then formed a small ‘o’, looking back up to meet your gaze. “Why do we have to help you clean? I didn’t sign up for this” Taehyung nodded agreeing with the male. Only seconds later he pulled Jimin back to whisper something in his ear - a mischievous smile forming on both of their faces. “I take it back, we’ll help you clean.”

Friday 8:30 p.m

The second you had arrived to your apartment, you had collapsed onto the sofa and passed out. Ignoring any plans you had later that day. A annoying vibration and light flashing had startled you awake from your peaceful slumber. Groaning as you opened your heavy eyelids, flinching at the bright light hitting your dazed vision. Reaching out to your phone laying in front of you, sliding the button across the screen not even bothering to see who it was. Throwing your head back into the warmth of the sofa - refusing to look at the screen.

“Ah! I won! She was asleep!”

“Jungkook stop shouting!”

A smack could be heard soon followed by a whine, peering your eyelids open again you noticed that Jungkook had called you over FaceTime, seeing him sit at the familiar sofa of their dorm - Jin sitting on the armrest laying across the top of the sofa trying to show up on screen.

“But hyung you told me if I won this bet you’ll do the dishes tonight!” Jungkook turned to Seokjin, his doe eyes seeming to play with Seokjins emotions as you heard the elders breath hitch - sighing and shaking his head.

“Aish you and your puppy eyes…”

Jungkook smiled mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

Puffing out your cheeks at the scene playing out, you hummed softly and that seem to have caught the boy’s attention. “May I know why you woke me up?” you mumbled out, rolling off the sofa. Reaching out to position your phone to lay against a pillow, hoping you’ll look somewhat decent at this angle. Your eyes flicking over at the right corner of the screen, seeing your bird nest of hair. Sitting on the floor across your cellphone you began to run your fingers through your hair, smoothing out some knots.

“He didn’t want to wash the dishes so he made this dumb bet that if you were asleep i’ll have to wash them. Now, if you both will excuse me, since I am not a whiny baby about having responsibilities I shall go do my part of the bet.” Seokjin arose from his spot in the couch, walking off to what you assumed the kitchen. Now being alone with Jungkook, you raised a brow questioningly at him. “Really?” Jungkook chuckled nervously, shrugging as his hand went to rub his arm. “I usually don’t mind washing them, it’s just…Yoongi hyung didn’t like something Taehyung and I hid in his food…causing him to, y’know.” He let a sheepish smile spread across his lips, glancing at you before he turned to look at something else suddenly more interesting. Clicking your tongue you shook your head, sitting up more now as you began to stretch, a long yawn soon following. “Well that’s none of my business. Anyways since you’re already here help me choose an outfit for tomorrow.”

“What, why?” he questioned, seeing the screen going all blurry as you walked across the apartment going to your bedroom. “Just because, no real reason” you replied, setting your phone against your mirror. “…considering we’re just gonna horse around tomorrow I recommend something you’ll be able to move around freely. Oh! And possibly something you can sleep in? Yoongi-hyung is bringing beer, saying you should relax tomorrow.” He flashed you another smile, the creases around his eyes deepening adorably. “Like for example what i’m wearing right now.” Jungkook pulled at his white shirt, bringing his leg up and holding against his chest smoothly to reveal his sweatpants. Frowning at him you rolled your eyes, pointing at the camera “Stop that, I know you’re showing off how flexible you are…blah” Frowning further hearing him go into a fit of laughs, shaking his head. “Sorry - can’t help that i’ve been blessed”.

Saturday 10:00 a.m

After having have chosen your outfit for today with the help of Jungkook last night, you both didn’t notice how late it had gotten. Immediately entering the realm of fantasies soon after hanging up the call. Now you sat at the corner of your bed, turning off your alarm. Sighing tiredly you began to get ready, going to go take a quick shower soon after having breakfast and before you knew it, you were already out the door heading towards campus to the boys dorm.

Walking up to the large wooden door, you removed your earbuds and twisted the knob - knowing the boys didn’t bother to lock the door knowing you’ll come. Stepping inside you were greeted by the sight of seeing a shirtless Yoongi with nothing else but his boxers and socks, laying on the couch fast asleep. Sighing you walked over to him, kneeling to his side. There really was a huge difference to awake Yoongi and fast asleep Yoongi. His usually scornful expression added unnecessary wrinkles to his youthful face. His rose tinted lips parted slightly seeming so natural unlike their usual straight line. A soft aura surrounding him - contrary to the cold and intimidating one he usually gave to strangers. You knew Yoongi long enough to know he was neither this or that. Yes, he seemed cold at first glance and his sarcasm can cause holes in your self-esteem but he isn’t always like that. It’s almost like a trial - if you overcome and endure Yoongi’s ruthless personality he’ll take off his cunning mask and show you his genuine self. If you really think about it, it’s like a defense mechanism. You haven’t yet shattered that metaphorical mask but you have noticed he seem more laid back then from the first few times meeting him. That alone seeing him slowly become more open towards you gave you the determination to fully get rid of his mask. Smiling to yourself, you didn’t take note to when you subconsciously moved his raven hair out of his face. Immediately retracted your hand, feeling your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. Glancing the living room you spotted a large blanket and brought it over to let it drape over Yoongi’s semi-nude state. Walking over to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, you heard yawning and groaning coming from the end of the corridor. Raising an eyebrow honestly not expecting anyone to be awake after seeing Yoongi on the couch, you made your over to the tall white door. Knocking gently you soon heard a raspy “come in“, swinging the door open.

Namjoon sat on the edge of his bed, massaging his throat while his free hand holded a couple of pills. Since the room was divided in half, he had his bed up against the wall. A nightstand along with a desk and a large shared bookshelf only for the same set up to be replicated on the other side of the room - connecting all furniture with the large bookshelf. A green rug spread across the middle of the room, bean bag chairs spread out across the rug. Though only the furniture and rug was the thing both had in common - for as decoration they were quiet opposites. Namjoon’s side consisted of a repeated plushie in different colors and poses, neatly aligned on shelf’s he must have put up himself. All of his textbooks and supplies nicely put in their own little containers. While the other side had many figurines, mostly consisted of Mario and Luigi. Posters of said characters adorning the pale white walls. The side of their bookcase, unlike Namjoon, consisted of Wii and 3DS games - along with a few smaller figurines. A few cookbooks and random personal choice novels on the next shelf. While finally the last shelf holded the precious campus textbooks.

Jin’s rather loud snore snapped you out of your own thoughts, blinking and bringing your attention back at the blonde haired man. “What’s wrong?” you questioned, walking over and sitting beside him. “The boys managed to bring a karaoke machine not to long ago and they decided last night-” Hearing him struggle to speak along with the heavy raspiness, you brought a finger to press against his lips you shook your head and glanced into his almond orbs, “don’t talk too much, it’ll hurt your throat even more”. Taken aback a bit, he slowly nodded and cleared his throat, wincing a bit. “I joined them in a screamo song and I seem to be loosing l my voice or something.”

“….why did you join in- actually, never mind.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Just rest today, though I already imagined you were planning on skipping, hm?” Smiling sheepishly he nodded slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers over himself. Turning off the lamp on the night stand, he reached out and gently grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok are all at their classes right now. None of us are planning to wake up until noon or even later, so why not rest along with me? I swear I won’t try anything funny.”

“are you sure..? I mean, your throat and all I imagine you’ll be tossing and turning in your bed so..” Blinking in realization knowing of his messy way of sleeping with any type of uncomfortableness, he nodded slowly and motioned his head over to Jin. “Touche, how about Jin-hyung then?” Turning your head to the oldest one in the room, you nodded and gave Namjoon a smile. Reaching out and pinching his nose as you made your way over to Jin’s side of the room.

“Alright, get some rest now.”

4:42 p.m

All the boys seemed to have gotten home before you had waken up, finding yourself neatly tucked in Jin’s bed. The roaring of laughter and stomping across the dorm was the thing that had managed to wake you up. Sitting up slowly, you rubbed at your eyes and glanced around your surroundings. Namjoon seem to have already gotten up and Jin was gone too. “How rude, they didn’t even bother to wake me up…” mumbling to yourself, you quickly got out of bed and down to the cold floor. Hissing softly, you spotted Jin’s bunny slippers one of the members had gotten him as a gag gift and immediately rush to slip them on. Wiggling your toes in the warm fabric, you headed towards the door and down the corridor where the noise was coming from. Peaking your head only to see all seven men sitting at the couch and floor, seeming to be playing some sort of video game.

Hoseok was the first to notice you, jumping out of his seat and skipping his way towards you. “(Y/N)! Everyone, sleeping beauty has awoken!”

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you in for a short hug, kissing the top of you head as well. Giggling at his boldness, you wrapped your arms around his waist, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Happy to see me here? I couldn’t risk the chance of you showing everyone my true nature.” Chuckling he only shrugged and glances up behind you, retracting his arms and stepping back.

“He’s not the only one happy to see you, y'know?” A smooth velvety voice reached your ears and you didn’t even need to look twice to know who it was. Feeling him snake his arms around your waist and lift you up, you squeaked softly and gripped onto his firm arms. “Taehyung!” You laughed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder as he began to swing the both of you around. A fit of giggles and laughed erupted from you two only to be stopped.

“Ah c’mon, you always want her to yourself Taehyung-hyung.” Being set down, you glance up only to be meet with a white shirt, tilting your head further up you saw how Jungkook pressed his tongue into the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms across his chest in a spoiled manner.

“Aish, sorry sorry, we haven’t talk in a while. I only saw her briefly yesterday ~” Taehyung cooed, resting his chin on top of your head and tightening his grip on your waist. Jungkook scoffed “and? I haven’t seen her in over a week.” Frowning, you pushed Taehyung’s arms off of you only to feel another set of strong arms slide under your legs and another to support your back, being lift up by the younger one. A proud smirk appearing on his fine lips as he held you against his chest. “Guys. You’re acting as if I’m some priced possession or something.” you groaned out, knowing your physical strength was nothing compared to theirs. Letting yourself loose and to lay limbless in Jungkook’s arms.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Pretty much, yeah”

Scrunching your eyebrows up, you sighed loudly again and only shook your head.

“Stop.”

Yoongi’s voice made the three of you snap your heads towards his direction. Seeing him sitting at the end of the couch, arm propped up against the armrest as he rested his head on the palm of his hand - his eyes staring back blankly. “Set the poor girl down, you both are all up in her personal bubble.” he mumbled, turning his attention back to the large screen. Jungkook immediately sets you down mumbling an apology - only to hear Jimin cry out in defeat as his character seemed to have lost. Jungkook striding over to take up the losers spot and go up against his hyung, Hoseok.

“(Y/N)” Jin called out, motioning you over to the spot between him and Namjoon. Squeezing yourselfs between them, you smiled sweetly at both. Jin sighed and shook his head, chuckling softly as he gently rubbed your back. “I must say, you really managed to stir those three over there up pretty good. I don’t know if it’s because of their ego not letting them cry defeat at losing a damsel to another or because of pure spoiledness, but damn.” Raising a brow at him questioningly, you tilted your head. “Three of them?” you questioned, only to receive another nod from the man. “Yeah, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. I’m surprised Jungkook is even managing talking to you way more comfortably than Jimin, probably because he’s older than you?”

“Wait, I’m sorry, Jimin?” you asked, Jin chuckling once again and nodding towards Jimin’s direction, your gaze following and sure enough Jimin sat across, squeezed between Yoongi and Taehyung but his gaze seem to be focused on you. Making brief eye contact he sheepishly looked down, raising his hand to comb out his bangs as he lets them drape across his features, seeming to be trying to hide away from your gaze. Though at his failed attempt of hiding his face - you could see pink beginning to tint at the tips of his ears. Biting your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling at his adorable ways, you turned back to Jin only to see him gone and being replaced by Hoseok.

“They’re not the only ones” Namjoon’s hot breath reached your neck, making you shiver feeling goosebumps starting to form. Jumping slightly in surprise, you didn’t even dare to turn your head to look at him - keeping your gaze locked on the screen. “Oh? How so?”

Feeling his chest vibrate against your back as he chuckled, leaning in closer - his hair starting to tickle at your skin. “Well, you already know about the three younger ones, but what about the three eldest? Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung and Hoseok. Though they are much better at hiding it, I’ve known them long enough too to know when there’s something going on.” he stated. “Someone’s got their voice back,” you joked, pulling back a bit to turn to look at him questioningly. “but - what do you mean? I’m sure they’re not attracted to me in any other way than platonically so-”

“There you are right, I believe the same. But knowing them, it didn’t just come out of nowhere. There’s something going on between them all.” Namjoon pulled back now, resting against the couch. You looked at Namjoon still, various thoughts running through your head as a certain male called out your name.

“(Y/N)!” Jungkook called out, motioning you over to the empty seat beside me. “Try and beat me in this round!”

Much later that afternoon everyone has gathered around in the living room - all eight sitting in a circle facing each other. Panting and heaving filled up the room, the smell of sweat and alcohol being the only aroma present. Having have already played with the nerf guns as promised, Yoongi bringing out the beer and Taehyung soon after pulling the karaoke machine out you swear your body couldn’t take any other physical activity to do. Having had screamed your lungs out while singing a duet with Jungkook and running around the whole dorm trying to escape Hoseok’s and Jimin’s nerf hits - all while having alcohol running through your system.

“Guys, Guys, Guys” Taehyung spoke into the mic, licking his lips as he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering trying to stay awake as the alcohol threatened to play effect - pausing before speaking again. “Let’s play some more. Spin the bottle anyone?” Hoseok was the first to react, nodding ecstatically. “Yeah! Here,” he gripped the bottle beside him and took a swing at it, gulping down the remainder of the liquid. Sighing contently as he lays the bottle in the middle of the circle. Everyone wiggled in closer, Jimin the first to reach out for the bottle. Spinning it only for it to go flying over to Jungkook, making both males laugh.

“Nice one Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook cooed, glancing down at the bottle and pointing over at Jin “but it looks like Jin-hyung is our first victim.” Jin perked up, hearing his name bringing him out of his train of thoughts. Jimin grinned widely, deep creases appearing under his eyes. “ Truth or Dare?” Jin hummed in thought, rotating the bottle in his hand, observing as the liquid splash around. “Truth”

Audible sighs and groans could be heard, shaking your head at the groups immature behavior. “Guys, come on now”

“Alright, let’s see hmm…did you use cheats to win earlier?” Jimin questioned, raising a brow at the elder one.

“Yeah! That was totally unfair how you won!” Hoseok cried out, Namjoon nodding agreeing with him.

Jungkook snorts and shrugged, looking over at Hoseok. “But I was able to beat his ‘impossible ways’ “. adding air quotes to his statement. “But you’re also Mr. Good at Everything I do.” Yoongi spoke up, taking a swing from his beer. Before Jungkook could respond, Jin spoke up. “No, I didn’t cheat - just many years of training.” Everyone seem to just drop the topic and nod, Jin reaching out for the bottle and spinning it. Yoongi chuckled softly as the bottle landed on him, looking at Jin. “Dare.” he said, Taehyung’s cackling could be heard. A few other guys chuckling softly to themselves. “Chug down two beers in a minute or less, take even a second longer and we all would take a turn at slapping you across the face.”

It went out like this for a while - asking dumb questions and making idiotic dares. For example when Taehyung dared Jungkook to jump from the top floor only to land in a bucket. Of course the rest of the guys had to stop Jungkook from actually doing it claiming that if he didn’t it’ll hurt his pride - all while Taehyung was busy filling a bucket up with water. Or when Namjoon had to rip apart one of his plushies being dared from Yoongi. Being left close to tears and clutching at his ‘son’. Hoseok had to come clean that he was absolutely terrified of any bondage play. Jimin giving Jungkook a lap dance that only ended up in a playful fight.

“Ah! It landed on you Yoongi!” Hoseok exclaimed, clapping as he saw how hard Yoongi was trying to remain conscious, his head keep bouncing as he went into short naps. Snapping up hearing Hoseok and nodding, waving his hand as he ruffled his hair in a form of distraction. “Yeah, yeah. Dare.”

Namjoon pulled Jin over, whispering something into his ear as Jin nodded, crawling over to Hoseok and whispering it into his ear. A large smile spread across his features, nodding quickly and clapping once again to gain everyone’s attention. “Yoongi! I dare you to kiss (Y/N)!”

Choking on a sip you were taking from your beverage you turned to Hoseok wide-eyed. “I’m sorry what?” Hoseok only winked at you, nodding over to Yoongi’s direction only to see him already crawling over to you. “Don’t I have any say in this?” you questioned and before you know it Yoongi tugged at your wrist - making you turn your head in his direction. “No.” Acting fast he cupped your face in his hands - though his touch was cold you could feel how gently he was trying to be, his skin smooth and soft. His eyes narrowed as he observed your features, unconsciously licking his lips as he slowly began to lean in. “I’m sorry” he mumbled softly, the kiss fast and chaste. It only lasted a few second to the others, but to you, it lasted minutes. Not because of how amazing the kiss was or because how you felt sparks, but because you could feel how hard Yoongi tried to shove his tongue down your throat. Plus, he reeked of alcohol - being the one who had drank the most.

Pulling apart from each other you could help but scrunch up your nose in disgust, rubbing your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie. Taehyung took notice and raised a brow, pointing a finger up at Yoongi who hasn’t moved from his spot. “His kisses suck don’t they.” he claimed, gaining everyone’s attention. You shook your head immediately as a blush started to tint your cheeks “no it’s not that”

Jungkook pulled at your wrist forcefully causing you to tumble over into his lap, his free hand moving to tilt your chin up “I’ll show you what a real kiss is~” he cooed, his lips dangerously close to yours. Before you had time to even react, you were being pulled again only to fall into another lap. Strong arms wrapping themselves around you protectively. “No!” Jimin whined, the alcohol playing with him. Jimin nuzzles down into your shoulder and breathed in your scent, giggling happily to himself as he held you close. “Mine.” He said, kissing at your neck lovingly.

“Woah, woah! Calm down there!” Jin shouted, pulling you out of Jimins grip and setting you beside him. “We do not treat a lady like that! As if she’s an object you could easily claim, hah. Right Hoseok?” Jin turned to Hoseok, receiving his approving nod only to nod himself as well. “That’s what I thought, now -”

“But what if she wants to be claimed?” Taehyung chirped up, tilting his head innocently.

Jin narrowed his eyes at the brunette and raised an eyebrow “what do you mean?”

“I meant what I said - what if she wants to be claimed by one of us? The one who can win her heart the first. Whoever she falls for has the right to completly claim (Y/N) as their own.” He stated, the attention of the rest of the boys turning to Taehyung.

“Wait then, like a bet?” Questioned Jimin

“What if no one can swoon her?” Added Hoseok, perking up curiously.

“Yeah like a bet. We all have a month to see who can win her over and if we can’t.” He paused to think for a moment. “Then, she has the choice to completely forget about us and leave or stay. But, if you’re asking me, knowing how dirty some of you play she’ll want to leave.”

“I’m in.” Jungkook spoke, scooting over to Taehyung’s side.

“Me too.” Hoseok spoke, joining the other two across from him.

Yoongi only silently crawled over, sitting beside Hoseok and nodding at Taehyung.

Jimin only leaned against Jungkook already having being sat beside Taehyung and raised his hand up in the air proudly. “I shall join as well.”

Jin looked at all five men and shook his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and hugging you to his side. “This is ridiculous, I can’t even believe you-”

“Hyung. If you play, you could save (Y/N) from all of our little tricks at winning her over you know? Playing as well and all.” Taehyung added, a visible smirk spreading to his lips as he raised his eyebrows at the elder.

Jin looked at you worriedly and squeezed your shoulder, sighing as he brought his head down to debate with himself to accept the offer or not. Finally he nodded and slowly let’s go of your shoulder, mumbling a small apology as he went over to join the rest.

“Don’t I have any say in this?”you groaned, honestly not surprised by their behavior. Taehyung shook his head and turned to Namjoon who had sat himself on the couch. “What about you hyung?”

Namjoon shook his head and smiled “I can’t, I view (Y/N) as a little sister so if I joined - it’ll be kinda weird. Plus, she’ll need the help of someone who’s actually capable of having some information of you all.”

Taehyung nodded and shrugged, turning back to face you with a large boxy smile. “Alright well! Do you wanna play along with this bet, (Y/N)?” Taehyung questioned, his arm reaching out. Rolling your eyed you immediately took his hand into yours and shook it, a mischievous smirk plastered against your face. “Try me.”

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j-wonwootrash · 8 years ago

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Joshua || It’s the Same Pt.2

Word count: 3.3k Genre: Prince!au, Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Drama, Classical!au A/N: Recently I watched Princess and the Frog and I got so inspired, so I decided to share this series with you. It’s a lil’ different but I hope you like it. Enjoy! 2nd part of the series.

“I was stating the fact.” ———

You felt Joshua’s grip tightened on the basket. You probably thought he’s just tired and hurrying to reach the castle. Without a response from the man in front of you, you decided to cut the silence.

“Is something the matter, Prince Joshua?” You asked with concern. “If there are some more pastries you would like to have, I am honored to-”

He gently touched your wrist with his hand, one carrying the basket. “It is a-alright. This basket is enough for the 4 of us.” He let out a heavy sigh before speaking again. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He forced a smile.

Ah so princes do have this side of them? I thought they were all brats and cocky. Fairytales.

You thought to yourself maybe he’s different. Maybe the books you’ve read as a child were not you think they were.

“Miss Y/N, I must take leave my leave. Goodnight.” He nodded with his aides and you responded with a bow.

“Hey y/n! Why did you give the pastries that was supposed to be served tomorrow?” Yerin whined as she lightly slapped your shoulders.

You never moved from the doorstep since the prince left. How is it easy to resist the charm of the prince? Gentleman smile, sparkling eyes that shone like stars and heck, his pearly whites. All his perfections sent you to wonderland.

Yerin hit you with more pressure this time, and the pain shattered your 5-second dream world in an instant. “Ow.”

“Earth to Y/N? Gosh. Being all dreamy aren’t we?” She scoffed.

“Hm? They were for tomorrow?” You tried to sort things in your mind. Has the prince cast a spell on you that made you forget restaurant for a few seconds?

“Huh? Ah we still have extras.” You washed your hands and wiped them with a towel.

“Those.. were the ones, y/n. The one you gave to His Highness.” Umji scratched her neck, trying not to whine like Yerin.

“No, I’m pretty sure I brought the extras from home. It’s in a basket.” Literally, your home is the restaurant itself, just two floors above you.

Yerin and Umji looked at each other and sighed at your response. “You gave the basket to His Highness.”

Upon realizing this, you try not to give any reactions. Crap, I should’ve brought one more basket. “Ah well, look who’s joining me for an all-nighter.” you joked as you pulled the girls’ arms upstairs.

“Y/N!”

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Joshua fiddled his papers that were stacked on the side of his desk. He lifted his pen and started to write reports from all over the country. Each and every time he blinked, images of the girl enters his mind. It’s been 2 weeks, Josh.

Taking a sip from his tea, he took a deep breath, later looking at the rose gold necklace displayed in a frame. He didn’t know why he still thinks of her. She’s just a girl he met in a restaurant downtown. He ruffled his hair as he grunted, throwing his papers to the floor.

Seungcheol, Wonwoo and Jun were walking in the corridor where the prince’s room resides. They were teasing each other when they heard him, as well as flickers of papers. “Aghhh!” Joshua again grunted. The boys quickly rushed to the room. “Your Highness??”

“This’ll take a long time to sort out.” Wonwoo bent down to collect the papers that are scattered every where in the room.

Joshua had his head in his palms, breathing a bit heavily. Seungcheol ran to his side with much concern, rubbing his shoulders. “What is the matter, Josh?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Joshua whispered, only to be hit by Seungcheol on the nape of his neck.

“Stupid. Stop whining like it’s a big deal when there’s not even a reason to it anyway.” He hit Joshua again before helping Wonwoo with the papers.

Jun went to the prince’s side and gave a smirk to him. “There’s got to be a reason for it, Your Highness. Everything has a reason to happen.”

The prince lifted his head, fixing his desk. “I’m not even sure if the reason is reasonable.”

“Nonsense. C’mon, tell me.” Jun sat on the desk with his arm folded.

“It’s her.”

Jun chuckled as he heard the prince. “Her? The girl from the restaurant?”

“How’d you know the girl is her?”

“Because she’s only the girl you met of your age.” Jun got off the desk, walking around it as if he were to give a lecture.

He lifted a finger in the air. “Correction, the girl you had your eyes on. You see, us boys, when we have someone we like, we’re like predators eyeing on their prey. We’d follow their every step and-”

“Jun, please make your elaboration short before I ignore your babbling.” Joshua stood up and wore his coat.

“What I’m saying is..” Jun gestured the prince to lean closer, by which the prince did as he was told. “You’re lovesick.”

“Eyy. His Highness is in love.” Seungcheol teased, placing the papers on the desk. “Who’s the lady?”

“The girl from the restaurant downtown.” Jun smirked. “She’s so pretty he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Better take her before I steal her away from you.”

“She’s not mine so don’t make up stories.” Joshua rolled his eyes.

“Not yet.” Jun laughed.

“Shut it Wen.”

Wonwoo tapped the prince on the shoulder. “Your Highness. There’s a letter from Sir Hwijae.”

Joshua took the letter and unrolled it.

Prince Joshua, it is the time of the year again. Please schedule the event mentioned below and provide its details and preparations. We look forward to your efforts and hard work. His Majesty and the Queen will be present for the event. Ensure everything will be ready a day prior.

Joshua sighed, slumping back to his seat frowning. “The event is sooner than I thought. Usually it’s a month notice but this is absurd.”

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows, anticipating the next word the prince may say. “When is the event, Your Highness?”

The prince stood up again and smiled like he always do. “It’s next week.” He looked at his aides in front, grinning as if he were to plan something the boys could never back out.

Seungcheol and Jun avoided his gaze, looking elsewhere in the room. Wonwoo remained stoic and emotionless as usual. “Your Highness. What are you thinking right now?”

“I’ll be needing your help big time.” Joshua smiled.

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“The breeze is more chilly than yesterday.” Yerin stood by the balcony of your bedroom.

“You say that each time you come here.” You flicked your pen 360° several times as you update the restaurant’s finances. “And that is every day.”

“I wish my room is as cute as yours.” Umji twirled. “It’s so cute and very pastel.”

“Ah well, when you find cute stuff you gotta get them before they sold out.” You closed the book and handed two envelops to the girls. “Your salary came in early.” You winked at them.

You were never good at math but holding a restaurant requires you to, and you had no choice. “By the way, Mr. Lee told us to open the shop 30 minutes before usual opening hour.”

“Why? Is there something going on?” Yerin entered the room as she closed the balcony glass door.

“Not sure. We can ask him.” You fixed your bed and checked the clock on your desk. “Shucks, we better go down.”

The girls followed you from behind and went down the stairs. Once you reached cafe, immediately you wear the apron hanged on the sides of the counter.

Today seems different. Everyone’s hyped up this morning.

“Ah yes, they’re here.” Mr. Lee gestured you and the girls in front of counter. “Girls. Great news!” You looked at everyone, whose smiles are more visible and cheerful than any other day.

“Will we get a week’s off??” Yerin butted in, only to be nudged by Umji.

“Actually, you’ll get 2 months off.” Mr. Lee smiled.

“Yes! Finally! I needed a break after five months!” Yerin flung her arms up high.

You weren’t really catching up. Mr. Lee’s sudden call, the staff’s hyped behavior, day offs, plus it’s two months? “Hold up, what’s going on? Something’s weird.”

“It’s not weird when we get to have two months off! C’mon y/n, we need this.”

“I know we do but I have to know why.” You walked pass the staff and called Mr. Lee. “Uncle, what are you doing? Two months off? We’re in the middle of spring season and you know we have a lot of customers during this time.” you hissed.

“Ah y/n.” he chuckled. “I signed your names down for an annual assessment for potential chefs who wants to continue pursuing culinary arts.”

“Continue culinary arts? Haven’t I achieved that already, Uncle?” Raising your voice a little when the girls heard you.

“You may have succeeded in establishing a restaurant, but have you ever thought of expanding your horizon?” he smiled, offering you and girls to sit down. “The event is organized by the Royal Palace. Assessment will have rounds, though I’m not quite sure how many there will be. Anyone can join. So I decided to sign y'all up.“

“Without our consent?” you blurted out to your Uncle.

“Well it’s not really a problem for me and Umji so-” Yerin started.

“Without my consent??” you got up. “Uncle, the restaurant needs me.”

Not even a minute Yerin and Umji saw their bags already brought out by staff and ready to go. They pulled you out of the restaurant with giggles. “C'mon y/n!“

With so much in mind and trying to sort everything that had just happened, how late have you realized you’re in the carriage, leaving.

"Absolutely understand your worries but you’re still young and still learning! Have fun and enjoy youth! Leave the responsibility to me and trust your ol’ Uncle!” He shouted, laughed, waving at you.

You heard his voice and troubles started to haunt you, making your stomach churn that you couldn’t even handle the stress inflammation. Management, customers, sales, finance sorting, all those responsibilities are out of your hands for two months. What’s more the restaurant is out of your sight for two months.

“Two months." you mumbled as you sat down. The girls stared at each other before they decided to say something. But they were too late.

"Two! That’s two months I tell ya! 61 days, 1464 hours.. and, w-what if I don’t make enough money? What if I can’t give the staff their salary and they start resigning? Then there won’t be produce and sales and customers. The restaurant will probably be in debt and I won’t be able to pay it and end up homeless and and..”

“Sheesh calm down momma’. We’re just trying something new and here you are with so much worries.” Yerin threw a coin pouch at you.

“It’s the restaurant we’re talking about.” You shot back.

“Restaurant, money, customers blah blah. That’s all you think of. Could you like stop being like a matured middle-aged adult and start living like a normal adolescent woman? Can’t you just be like us for once?"

"Expect me to be like you? I’ve got a restaurant to handle! I have no time to spend on something I don’t want to be!” you raised your tone, feeling your lungs grasping for air.

“But we’re not in the restaurant now!” Yerin wiggled your shoulders. Her eyes so close to tearing up. Opposite you there sat Umji who has her hands up her face. You felt the atmosphere heavily changed after you yelled. “We.. we just want you to have fun with us y/n.” Yerin mumbled.

Guilt heated your body from head to toe. Out of anger and worry, you threw your energy to the two girls who had nothing to do with your problems. You thought you acted like child.

“I’m so sorry guys. I’m an empty pale.” You started, fiddling with your fingers. They looked at you as if you had more to say.

“What do you mean?” Umji asked.

You chuckled, “It’s noisy when dropped, isn’t it? I complained and panicked without thinking straight."

Definitely like a child, you thought. Obviously you didn’t mean it. Yet when stress attacks you, you were gone gone. Never once you thought of giving time to yourself, let alone for Yerin and Umji. You were a busy person after all. You had no idea why you behaved like a child just now. They were right, you try so hard to grow up fast that you lose track of your age.

“And you both are pales filled with water.” You sighed.

Umji looked at Yerin. “I don’t understand her.”

“It means we are quiet and wise.” She whispered.

You looked out the carriage window, feeling the winds of cool morning air. Enjoy youth huh..

It takes at least a day to reach the palace. You wonder how this little adventure of yours will start, or how it’ll end. It’s an assessment by the Royal Palace, definitely there will be young people from all over the country joining this. Probably people who are even better than you.

Royal Palace..

You flinched as you remembered a memory that made your heart tingle. “We’re heading to the Palace aren’t we?”

“Oh look who’s back from the grave, you’ve been awfully silent.” Yerin rolled her eyes.

“It’s only been 5 minutes.” You threw her coin pouch.

“Yeah, 5 minutes for you to realize your childish behavior,” Yerin scoffed. “We are heading to the Palace in case you didn’t hear your Uncle.”

You smiled so wide that you searched your bag for your diary. “I’ll probably see him again.”

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“We are pleased to announce the next heir to the throne will be hosting the assessment. His Majesty, Her Majesty, and His Highness himself will be the judges for your talents and skills for creative culinary arts.” Sir Hwijae stated.

In the audience you and the girls stood in the heat, glancing up to the royal family and aides as you listened to the next part of the speech.

“Please do keep in mind that you all are in the grounds of the Palace, and that your performance and behavior will be closely monitored. The Palace will have two courtyards of dorms, where males and females are separated. In those dorms you will be again separated into groups of your age. The Royal guards will now escort you to your respective rooms. We will make further announcement of the assessment.”

The introduction ended fast and all participants were taken to their rooms. “Do you think she’s here?” Jun whispered, fixing his headband.

“Didn’t see her, even if there are only 100 people.” Seungcheol put down his mini binoculars.

“A hundred people.. She could probably be here.” Wonwoo looked up from his book. “It’s not that many.”

“Stop it guys. You make this seem like I’m so desperate to find her.” Joshua stood up from his throne.

“But you are, aren’t you?” Seungcheol chuckled. He nudged Jun to join forces with him so to tease the Prince. “We clearly all know you like her. Oh what’s her name?” The boys giggled as they stood up and ran quickly to the room to get away from the prince.

Joshua couldn’t take all the pressure and teasing put against him. He himself is confused with this new feeling he has been dealing with since he laid his eyes on the girl he met downtown.

“If you say you don’t like her, why are you reacting so much? Only people with hearted-eyes will react that way.” Jun laughed.

“No, I would be reacting because I’m sick of your false assumptions!” Joshua hit the guy.

“You know I happen to know some people who has the list of names of participants.” Wonwoo blurted out, making the prince turn to the boy with spectacles.

“You do??” Joshua asked, Wonwoo raised his brows. The prince coughed. “I- I mean.. Not you too! I thought you’re with me on this one.”

“I didn’t say I was taking sides. I was stating the fact.”

“What fact?” Joshua took the boy’s book.

“The fact you even forgot her name.”

Joshua stood still, flabbergasted. “Uh..” He gulped. I'm a busy person so I tend to forgets things. He excused. “I- I may have forgotten her name but not her beauty.” He shot back without thinking.

“Jackpot.” Jun smirked. “Honesty is the best! A man never forgets a woman’s beauty.” He ran around happily around the room.

“Y’all set me up. Get out my room before I even pull out my sword and kill you all.” Joshua raised his tone.

“You’ll be thanking us soon enough, Your Highness!” Seungcheol yelled as they left the room. Joshua closed the door behind him and flopped to his bed. He wiped his face and felt his cheeks rushed with heat. Standing up from his bed, he went to the reflective glass so big it could picture his entire room.

He knew it was a tease and it did not bother him too much, maybe a little, who knows? He tugged his outfit from the creases the boys did earlier. From the mirror he saw a scrolled paper tied with a paper attached. Joshua tilted his head as untied the string.

━━━ Thought you might be needing this, Your Highness. In case you forgot, I’m the person who has the list of names of participants. I separated the females’ names. Good luck finding her Josh.

~ Wonwoo ━━━

The prince scoffed in amusement. A lot thoughts entered his mind. Was he too transparent that his aides could see his feelings? Or do the boys really have so much experience of love that they throw every possible sign Joshua innocently act? He knew his heart was right. He’s not ready to court a girl. Not until he understands the needs of his people.

He looked at the list of names, hoping he’d find yours. Each time he try a faded cloud just appears in his eyes. He continued his work and reviewing the schedule for tomorrow’s assessment. Even during work he’d remember your beauty. He knew he’ll just have to wait until you appear before his eyes.

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You stood at the grand hall of the palace. All emotions you could think of entered your body. Sweat have built up your palms, the nape of your neck, the temples. You’ve never been this scared for something you completely love to do. A second you received a letter.The honey voice you’ve heard long ago rings to your ears. You thought you’d never hear him again.

“The letter in your hands is what you will be doing for the next 2 months. I know this sounds crazy, being in the Palace for that long. But don’t you worry. You’re all in good hands.” Joshua read the script as he touched the mic. “The practice round will be at noon. It’s a qualification for the 3 rounds. I encourage you all to do your best.”

The grand hall quickly emptied. You went to your room and unfolded the letter.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Read the following to have an idea of the assessment.

There will be a total of 3 rounds, (excluding the practice round).

Appetizer Main course Dessert Please think carefully what you will showcase to us. There will be elimination rounds, however, the name of participants will not be disclosed until the day of the finals’ results. Please do keep in mind that it is prohibited to use dishes from the Royal Kitchen. When discovered the dishes are of exact or similarity to the Royal Kitchen, you will be forced to withdraw from the assessment. I look forward to your performance. ~Prince Joshua ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Immediately your heart beat so fast you felt like it wants to come out. Seeing his name makes you want to see him again, although you have seen him earlier. Yet seeing him was already enough to brighten up your day. He’ll be the source of your encouragement. You sat by the window of your room, scribbling ideas and possible dishes the Royal Palace has yet to taste. Here you’ll find chance. Here you’ll find learning. Here you’ll experience anew.

Here you know you will have fun and enjoy youth.

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>> new beginnings, new encounters and new discoveries in a completely new world. you were suddenly signed up for a cuisine assessment for the royal family of the country. how will you do?

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