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allhailthewicked · 4 years ago

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Random JATP Headcannon: Reggie Pep-Talking Julie

Disclaimer: Hey y’all there’s a lotta negative self-talk and body image stuff in this long and chonky puppy (like a dachshund). Am I just simply projecting in this headcannon? Si señores, señoras, y señoritas ...umm chile anyway so... on to the angst and fluff.

Julie is a bad bitch.

And we love that for her. But every bad bitch has a few weaknesses. Like popping balloons or falling for a ghost who died in 1995 or being afraid that you are going to lose everyone you’ve ever cared about. But there are days when Julie’s biggest weakness is her body. Then again Julie loves her body, she loves how her hair curls and how it frames her, and even though it can be a pain in the ass, she loves it. She also loves her smile and the gap between her teeth and how musical her laugh is. She loves how she can pull off a blazer and a dress and how her eyes sparkle in the sun. She loves how clear her skin is and her brows and her height and everything but some days she doesn't. But some days she looks in the mirror and cringes at what she sees.

Ha, it's funny to think that I can pull this off.

I'm too much of this and not enough that.

I don't really love how I look in this.

Maybe I should just change

These thoughts often seem to be swirling around in Julie's brain. But sadly those aren't the worse thoughts she has that award goes to thoughts like:

Luke would never fall for a lifer like you.

and

He’s way too good for you. Maybe you'll have better luck if you're prettier

Julie sighs flattening her crop top grabbing her sides before quickly opting to change into a longer looser shirt. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand shooting a text to Flynn.

Trouble #1💜: hey love! you free rn? i’m having a terrible bbd today and i need a distraction and a hug

Trouble #1💜: and maybe a good cry

Trouble #2💕: aww girlie i would love to but i’m in colorado at my aunt’s wedding reception

Trouble #1💜: oh shit. i’m sry i forgot.

Trouble #1💜: no thoughts head empty only body negativity

Trouble #1💜: how’s the wedding? did stacy cry when your aunt came down the aisle?

Trouble #2💕: don’t worry about it jules. a certain dead ghost boy has haunted your brain cells maybe you can go to him. i’m sure he’ll love the cuddles 😉😉😉

Trouble #2💕: stacy bawled btw but so did aunt hilda and dad pretended that he didn’t, but we all know he loves seeing hilda happy.

Trouble #2💕: it’s so fucking freezing. but the dress was absolutely gorgeous tho

Trouble #1💜: cuuuteee love that for them. well, i have to go guys maybe practice a song or two. but luke was kind of the one who started this. idk i’m just going to try and get through the day so i can rush back to my room and rewatch New Girl or something

Trouble #2💕: WHAT DID THAT BASTARD DO?!?!?!

Trouble #2💕: I WILL COME DOWN FROM COLORADO TO BEAT HIS ASS!!!

Trouble #1💜: He did nothing. I’m just overthinking ya know. Like I’m not worth it. He doesn’t need me. I don’t deserve him

Trouble #2💕: jules i’m going to be real with you. HONESTLY HE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU!!!! but he does look at you like you’re his source of life so don’t let this dead, paler than wonder bread boy hurt you!!! he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

Trouble #2💕: you are a gorgeous girl!!!! stunning. an absolutely beautiful, smart, and amazing person!! everybody lights up when you walk into the room. but you know who lights up the most. mr. boo-berry music man simping cute bright dead eyes looking ass.

Trouble #2💕: but maybe you should talk to alex if you don’t believe me. sadly he seems like the himbo with the most emotional knowledge. so maybe talking to him will help. but promise me you’ll take care of yourself love

Trouble #1💜: I promise. flynn imma just wear a bigger sweatshirt and pretend that i’m okay instead of feeling like I want to wrap myself in a blanket. it’ll be all good. gtg bye love you :)

Trouble #2💕 : THAT’S NOT HEALTHY!!! but please do take care of yourself. i’ll be back soon and i’ll talk to you later💕.

Julie grabs an old Orphuem hoodie that belonged to her mom, slipping it on noticing how she still hasn’t quite grown into it. Walking past her mirror one more time Julie scrunches her nose not appreciating how her tight jeans look on her. In fact, she doesn’t like how her nose looks today.

Fuck I hate when I feel like this. Maybe Flynn is right. I should probably talk to Alex and at least try to avoid Luke. He doesn’t need to see me like this.

Sighing, she makes her way over to the garage. She opens the door only to see Reggie intensely focused on playing the riff he was working on for their new song.

“Is Luke around? I need to snatch up Alex, but I don’t want him to see me and worry,” she asked, starting to giggle when he snapped out of his trace as a small yelp left his lip.

Reggie spotted Julie’s Orpheum hoodie not noticing how much his eyes widened.

Julie cocks her head at the gaping Reginald before realizing he was staring at her hoodie. “It was my mom’s,” Julie whispered as Reggie nodded along, “she used to work there in college. Mom and her best friend, my Tia Maria were waitresses there. But I’m getting distracted, is Alex here? I just really need to talk to him and his dumb emotional availability.”

“Well, it’s Alex and Willie’s 6-month anniversary, so I hope he’s not around here. But he’s like at the beach with Willie being all mushy.”

“Oh wow, they’re so cute together! He’s definitely seemed so happy since he met him,” Julie said, truly proud of her drummer but not completely masking her disappointment of not having anyone to talk to.

“Yeah, he's more free now. Plus it gives me and Luke the opportunity to rag on him on how easily he flushes when Willie teases him. But you don’t need to worry about lover boy or your lover boy,” he says while waggling his eyebrows at her.

Julie sadly laughs trying to hide her face from the boy. As Reggie seemingly oblivious continued “Luke is at his parents. He’s been going more often trying to find sneaky ways to leave his song. Some unpublished songs Julie. He has never done anything like that since you went to his parent’s house with him. The closure is cathartic for him,” he whispered, putting down his bass. “He loves seeing his mom’s face light up when she finds another song. But you seem down Julie, what’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s nothing Reggie don’t worry about it,” Reggie cocks an eyebrow at her with a concerned look on his face. Julie looked away sighing, putting on her hood before continuing on, “I’m just a little under the weather and just needed someone to talk to, but it’s fine. I’ll be fine. I will be fine in a few hours. But don’t worry, and please don’t tell Luke.”

“Well Julie you can talk to me,” Reggie pauses puts down his bass putting his hands behind his head, legs cross, frowning slightly, “Believe it or not I can be a little insightful but seriously Julie you’re like my little sister and I hate to see you like this.”

Reggie taps on the spot on the couch next to him motioning for Julie to sit down.

“I’m not going to force you to tell me anything but if you need someone to talk I here when you are ready,” And with that, Reggie picked up his bass and started to work on what seems like a new song.

Together they sit in this calming silence as Reggie starts to pluck away at this melody taking notes of what chord progressions work and what doesn’t while Julie quietly points at chords. This goes on for about five minutes until Julie finally says something.

“Fine okay you need to promise me that you won’t tell Luke because he’ll try and fix this, and he’ll probably make me feel worse,” Reggie quickly nods before putting his fist out giving her a promise fist bump. Julie wetly laughs at this before taking her hood off, running her hands through her hair.

“You know for years I’ve waked up and then immediately looked in the mirror and some days I loved what I see those days are good. I love how I look and how I feel, and I’m just happy. But some days I don’t... some days I look in the mirror and I just see every single flaw I have, and I just want to hide in my bed and not let anyone see me. Some days I feel like I don’t deserve you or Luke or Alex or Flynn or even my family. I just look into the mirror, and I’m like why would anyone stand to look at me. And you know today is one of those days. When Mami was alive she would call a day like today a BBD. It was a code for bad body day or day when we would just wear matching hoodies, cuddle, and binged movies without telling Dad what was wrong. But he understood, he understood that Mami would take care of it and that she understood what I was going through. We did it so often until she you know... that I don’t know how to tell my dad about it. Like him making me hot chocolate like he used to won’t make going away,” Julie sighed wiping the quickly forming tears from her eyes. Julie turned away from the concerned, so he couldn’t see how close she is to completely breaking down.

Reggie wrap his fettuccine arms around Julie pulling her into a warm hug that smelled like the lemon-lavender bath and body works body wash she bought him for the shower in the garage. The was comforting which led to Julie letting her guard down, shoulders shaking as she heavily sobbed into her undead friend’s shoulder as he rubbed her back. After she was seemingly cried out she looked up at Reggie, who looked wide eyed at her.

“I’m sorry I snotted all over your flannel. God that’s so disgusting. I’m just going to go to bed and just mope and watch Netflix. Thank for being a shoulder I could lean on. I’m sorry that I was just being annoying,” Julie whispered as she tried to wipe away the snot only to make a bigger mess.

"Hey hey hey it's okay Julie I can just wash it or like blame it on ghost ectoplasm. Julie do we leak ectoplasm?"

Julie laughed wetly as Reggie frantically looked to see if he was oozing before realizing that he was getting distracted. She quickly noticed the major shift in demeanor change as he seriously looked at her.

"Julie you are beautiful and I know that you don't feel like that now but you will eventually. And I know that you don't want me to fix you and I won't because I can't. And I know you might want to try to impress Luke with how you look or just think that your looks are all that Luke that think about, but I am his best friend and I know that he would be head over fucking heels gone for you. Even if you look like whatever a Jar-Jar looks like he would see you as the light of his world. He is in love with you and your soul and you deserve that love. But you deserve self love even more. Julie you are not a thing to be looked at then judged. You are a person with feelings and personality and a story, a story to tell. Your body looks the way it does because of all the things you've experienced in life. Julie I know this all may sound meaningless coming from me but you are literally one of the strongest people I know and I know you can through. You will not be less strong if you reach out for help. You might be my favorite Molina but talking to Ray is smarter than you think and he can help. I just hate seeing my sister hurt like this," Reggie said before yelping as he noticed that Julie had started to bawl again.

"Wait Julie no I'm sorry. Was that too much. God I know you said I shouldn't try to fix things. I should've kept my dumb mouth closed and not bring up Ray. I'm sorry Julie don't cry," Reggie rambled nervously rubbing her back

“No no no no Reggie you didn’t say too much. You just shocked me honestly but like in a good way. I mean I can’t say that I will believe everything you said. But thank you Reg. Thank you I am so glad that you are in my life. You’re my favorite Peters and you are much smarter than other people give you credit for,” Julie says laughing at Reggie’s bright smile.

“I mean need them to underestimate me sometimes. But let’s watch something together to at least make your BBD a little better.”

Julie smilies quickly nodding before putting on the first episode of the Mandalorian and snuggling close to the older brother that she never had.

Julie felt okay to say the least for the next couple of weeks her next BBD hit her. Julie sighed pushing herself off the bed looking in the mirror that is covered in encouraging notes from her Dad, Reggie, and Flynn. She sighed about to leave her room to go talk to her Dad again about what was going on before she notice a hoodie on the bed. It was a fleece lined hoodie that was left on her bed folded her bed saying ‘Uke I’m your father’ on it.

Reggie Julie sighed shaking her head smiling as she picked up the little note that was left with it

‘I knew that you said that you and mom had matching hoodies for your BBD’s so here’s one that we can wear together. I mean only if you want to I know it was something you and your mom did so I don’t want to butt in on a tradition. But it could be like a signal that you’re having a BBD. I don’t know it might be stupid but I hope you like it.’

Julie smiles at the slight awkwardness of the note before slipping on the hoodie

A/N: HEY IT’S ME AGAIN WITH THE ANGST FOR THE SECOND TIME IN LESS THAN A WEEK!!! Idk what it is but every time I write something for this fandom it turns into angst. Am I sadist? Ehhh wouldn’t be surprised but idk I think I went through something writing this lol. Also I’m sorry if some the dialouge is cringe I’m tired and I really wanted to post befire I got distracted. Anyway please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist down below by either replying to this post, reblogging this post, or sending me an ask! I would appreciate reblogs and feedback because I love reading your guy's comments and tags they seriously make my day!!! but it's fine if you don't want to :)

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lovenona · 3 years ago

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The hot stream feels nice on his hair, soaking through and trickling down the edges of his body. Admittedly, as much as he agrees that hot water works best for a tried body, Baji doesn't understand why anyone would enjoy taking a shower under scalding heat (as he's always noticed that you prefer to have it a notch above what was advised). It left fleeting, burning sensations on his skin right after, sometimes leaving his skin pink for a good couple of hours. Perhaps that's why your skin felt heavenly under his calloused fingertips. Everything else that was unwelcome to it was... burned away.

Your words, too, sounded great to his ears, and to his spirit, and to his peace of mind. Sometimes, he's unaware of his strength, of what his hands are capable of, under the heat of your passion. The lasting Baji wanted to do was hurt you. And the last thing he wanted you to think was that he would do any of that on purpose.

Another thing that felt good was your fingers. They skillfully thread through his hair, softly and tenderly, massaging it along with your shampoo as you hummed. In his mind, he confidently thinks its Keratin (he doesn't know what that is) since you've mentioned that quite often, or perhaps some other shampoo with some oil element that keeps the roots strong (he didn't even know that existed until recently). Either way, with him smelling like you tomorrow, there was no way Draken wouldn't buy what otherworldly excuse he would muse for being late. He'll have to be honest that he rocked your shit way into the early hours. Sure, he'll be getting some shit for it, but all Baji knows is that he held no regrets.

Next time, he mentally reminds himself as he has done so many times before, I'm bringing my own shit.

"You missed the spot behind my ear," he tells you as Baji squeezes a generous amount of the that-or-whatever body soap on the sponge (You love your way aorund your skin products, something Baji admires. However, he finds them hard to keep up with. He's not telling you that, though). He presses it on his palm, balling it around as he watches the way it bubbles, before running returning the bottle and running the sponge on your skin, over your shoulders ans collarbones, down to the top of your chest and the curve of your breast.

He can feel your gaze, the scowl you had directed towards him as you continue to massage his scalp. You placed too much, Keisuke, comes your soft chastise. He ignores it, like the bastard he is. It's just soap.

Instead, though, he makes a casual observation: "Wow, we're actually taking shower."

'We're actually not having sex' was what he was going to say. But Baji knew if he said it, it would've sounds really great to his ears; beautiful, against these cold tiles and under the rain of the sshower. The next thing he would know, it would've happened.

That would be good, but perhaps not today.

– baji

canon baji repeated a year because he's bad at remembering lessons, and that is brought into mechanic!baji, who also co-owns a petshop run by kazutora and chifuyu, universe. also anon it is because of you that i cringed typing sponge here.

wait baji co-owning the pet shop that’s so precious 😭 baji playing with the dogs n kittens i gtg

baji bows obediently beneath my touch. he softens around the edges, lets my fingers generously massage my favorite shampoo (spearmint and eucalyptus scented, as per the usual) into his head. i know he complains, often, that he wishes he’d remember to bring his own soap, but, like many of his petty comments about my things, i think baji secretly prefers it this way. i think, dare i say it, that there will be some pride in his tone when he tells everyone at work what he did last night.

he’s a bit of a bastard, after all. i’m sure he takes some pleasure in sharing my things.

which is why i let him win when he hits me with that cheeky you missed the spot behind my ear. i roll my eyes, but dutifully i work along the skin there, massaging my affection into the places baji never sees.

(i’ve always enjoyed when he lets me do this; there’s a particular kind of pride, i think, in being able to express my infatuation through the domestic things.)

and then, in typical baji fashion, he kills the vibe by pointing out the unbelievable notion that we are, in fact, not fucking in the shower. he’s got the nerve, that one, seeing as he’s been washing my chest with far too much soap for a considerably long time. i could laugh, even, at the way his words just barely match the tempo of his actions.

but he’s right; it is impressive. often by now one of us would have made an alarmingly horrible pass at the other – some bad pick-up lines here, half-assed groping there – and end up slipping across the tiles in the desperate attempt to get fucked. maybe we’re just too tired this time. maybe we’re finally learning that fucking in the shower isn’t always that fun.

“you’re right,” i remark, mimicking his air of nonchalance, as i tilt his head to wash the shampoo out. he moves submissively for me, still trying to keep up the valiant attempt at washing my chest, even when i’m shifting him.

(always determined, that one. i can’t even be mad that he’ll have used almost half the bottle of soap by the time he’s done.)

“look at us go,” i continue, threading my hands through his hair until the rest of the shampoo disappears down the drain. i squeeze a bit of conditioner into my hands and ease it into his hair. “we’re being responsible and everything. it’s kind of impressive.”

upon completing my task, i push his hair back out of his face and smooth it down, lovingly, as always. “even if all you’ve done so far is use up all the soap to wash my tits.”

#'we're actually not having sex' SKSJAKSJAKSJ #yeah THIS TIME #baji soapie tiddie enthusiast I see #we see u king. we see u #baji.anon

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1-800-seo · 5 years ago

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1-800-𝗦𝗘𝖮'𝘀 𖣘 "𝗬𝗼��'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 (𝗨𝗻𝗶)𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲"

- 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝖸/𝖭

- 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿/𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄/𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽/𝖾2𝗅/𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝖴

- 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌), 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗒, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗃𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

- 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 2984

- 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗄.

doing laundry is absolutely one of your least favourite things in the world beside soggy socks

so you’re in a bad mood as soon as you walk into the campus launderette to say the least

the launderette is empty bar one dude you’d seen around the global technics centre

if you remember rightly he’s a European studies major

odd choice but you do you and all that

now you’re not weird or anything but you have a preference on what type of washing machine you use

I know I know kind of unorthodox

but the old washing machines take 30 mins longer so you’d prefer a newer one

unfortunately the only one left is directly next to this familiar-faced stranger and his laundry

your better judgement is telling you no but your impatience is telling you yes

and so you dump your laundry onto the floor next to the stranger and his and start sorting through for all your whites

your piles mingle a tad as they overlap beside each other like Venn diagrams of assorted underwear and other garments

his consisting of only whites

yours a jumbled mess since you had to wash all of your stuff

in sync you both pick up your washing and put it into the machine

you catch his dark wide eyes as you both straighten up and he lets out an awkward low-voiced giggle

your cheeks immediately flush pink and a bashful smile creeps up to your lips

“you’re from the global centre, right?”

you ask testing the waters

“I am, I’m a European studies major, my name’s Jungkook. I recognise you, you’re in linguistics class right?”

“Yeah, I’m a linguistics major so you’ll mostly see me there, it’s nice to meet you Jungkook”

you say with a smile as your hands fidget with the door handle of the washing machine

“It’s nice to meet you too, I thought I recognised you from somewhere, but it’s because I see you sometimes when I have to do extra credit European language projects. What’s your name?”

he says tilting his head like a curious puppy

“its ______”

you say as you bow to him politely

“Can I ask you something? I have to do a project on European languages and their similarities to others. The professor wants us to speak to outsiders for references so would I be able to collab on a project with you sometime in the future, if it’s not too much to ask?”

he averts his eyes from yours and blushes lightly

“Oh yeah sure, that’s no issue! It’ll be beneficial to me too because the linguistics portion of the course is coming up soon, so it’s a great idea.”

you beam at him

“Could I get your number?”

their is a pause that feels like an eternity between your next words and his last

the cause of this is your mind being far too focused on his wavy dark hair and his clear doe eyes

you snap out of your daze

“yeah totally, one sec”

you pull out your phone from your backpack on top of the washing machine and input his contact name and number as he reads it out

“Thanks for that, it’ll be a big help, let me know when you want to link up” he replies

and with that you had his number and continued on with your washing

21/10 18:32

Jungkook ༄ : not to be accusatory but do you happen to own a pair of RED socks?

You: yes, why do you ask??

Jungkook ༄ : well ALL of my washing seems to be PINK!!

You: just because I own a pair of red socks doesn’t mean it was me 😠

Jungkook ༄ : yes but you were the only one in the launderette when I was there,,

Jungkook ༄ : smh gonna be turning up to class in pink tshirts and and socks, everyone be thinking ive made a new fashion choices when it’s really just because SOMEONE can’t keep their clothes separate from others B/

You: 1) it’s not my fault that my socks decided to migrate to new lands

You: 2) why, are you scared of pink or something? your ego too fragile to wear a ‘woman’s colour’?

You: 3) did you really use a sunglasses sad face emoticon lol

Jungkook ༄ : girl u owe me big time for all these clothes you ruined 😩

Jungkook ༄ : also im not scared of pink I just dont want to be wearing pink shirts to all of my formal events for the next ten years

Jungkook ༄ : and yes im sWaG so my emoticons are sWaG duh

You : ruined? ruINED? RUINED? I did not ruin anything, I simply spiced up your wardrobe boo x

You : oh no he’s a 2012 hype beast 🤦🏻‍♀️

Jungkook ༄ : how dare you call me something so sacreligious as a hypebeast!!

Jungkook ༄ : I am gucci not channel thank you very much

Jungkook ༄ : anyways I gtg write a report, speak soon red socks

Seen ✓

Jungkook was in fact not writing a report

he was planning revenge dun dun dun~~~

his plan was to do the exact same thing you had done to him

but he had to be cunning about it

and so the week went on

he was scrolling through twt when he received a new follower

it was the one and only @_______

and lo and behold their last tweet was “tysm Seokjin oppa for buying me a personal washing machine,, now I can do my most hated thing but at home!!”

hehehe

an idea sprung into kookie’s head

he didn’t have to try and spike your washing at the launderette

he could do it in a place you’d never suspect,, your home

now he only had to find out where you lived

just stalkerish tingz

he had to be lowkey about this

so he decided to ask his best mate and social butterfly of a friend Taehyung whether he knew you

and of course he did lol

“Hell yeah I know where she lives, she had the best party of the whole term, Jimin was so drunk he started chatting himself up in the mirror”

“Damn that sounds like a good time, probs should start going to these parties you invite me to”

“defo should, anyways I’ll tell u as long as you promise not to spread the information or use it for pervy or questionable reasons”

“I promise not to spread it or use it for pervy or questionable reasons”

he replies in monotone voice and his hand on his chest like an oath

and so that was how he acquired your address

simple enough really

and so that’s the events that lead him to be crawling through your dorm window however paused like a deer in headlights at the questionable sounds coming from the room across

he was squatted on the window ledge like spider man, red sock in hand and hood up

it was 9:00pm and your university apartment was supposed to be empty at this time

you had your class on now but he hadn’t accounted for your roommate

hence why he had frozen at the unsavoury sounds echoing round the apartment

low moans and grunts emanated from the room across

dEsGöStEn

he had to get to the kitchen without alerting the dusk time love makers

he could do it if the floor plan was the same as his apartment block and he bet his reputation on that

if he got caught he’d never hear the end of it from his mates and your roommate might even call the campus police if they were spooked enough

and so he clambered through your bedroom window and onto your bed underneath

unmade bed might he add but what did he expect from a uni student

with wide eyes he listened for any noise of suspecting roommates and examined your room

the desk was littered with papers and an oversized lava lamp stood stout in the corner of the room

a lacy bra was hung over your wardrobe handle

he shoved away the idea of you wearing it and continued with his night time plot

slowly and stealthily he crept through the halls of the apartment and out to the kitchen

on the maiden was already a neatly hung load of whites

he’d have to assume it was yours otherwise he’d have to go back to your room to get laundry

he bundled up the clothes and shoved them in the washing machine with the incriminating red sock he’d brought and set it to economy spin

round and round it spun, getting progressively louder as it went

he had to get out of there asap

tip-toeing as he went past the questionable lewd noises, he finally made it to your bedroom

he made one last check to see if he’d left any damage in your room

his eyes fell upon that same bra

damn his manhood making him think predictably

he shoved the thought away and departed

25/10 22:08

You: what in the hell did you do to my washing!!!?!!!

You: unless it was a ghost it HAD TO BE YOU JEON 🤬

Jungkook ༄ : wym I don’t even know where you live 😑

Jungkook ༄ : what’ve you done now?

You: IT HAS TO BE YOU!! SOMEONE FRIGGIN TURNED MY WASHING PINK AND I PROMISE YOU IT WASNT ME

Jungkook ༄ : how would i do that?? I don’t have like magic clothes dyeing skills boo

You: I SWEAR it was you!!

You: what do you want to bet it was u

Jungkook ༄ : I won’t bet anything I’m poor

You: that means you did it!

Jungkook ༄ : if you come with me to Taehyung’s party tomorrow I’ll tell u everything

Jungkook ༄ : but only if you go, that’s the terms of agreement

You: that’s all the incriminating evidence I need!! you basically just admitted to it you know?

You: however for reasons sake I will attend 👀

Jungkook ༄ : see you then red socks x

You: I suppose u will x

time passed quickly and soon it was Taehyung’s party

You’d known Taehyung since middle school however since starting college you hadn’t seen much of him

schedules clashed often so the only time you got to see him was at a good party

nothing wrong with that, you just probably haven’t had a completely sober conversation with him in 2 years

he’s good fun, Taehyung, so you hoped Jungkook wasn’t as much as a killjoy as he’d been this week

his little antics (that you’d yet to figure out) had caused your work uniform to turn bright pink

and thus the ‘pink princess’ nickname at work began

you felt like sharpay, everyone in white, but you pink

you’d quite like to knock Jungkook down a peg after that

and so you made your way to the infamous Taehyung’s party

he welcomed you as you entered the large door of his fraternity house

behind his head of black curls you could see the mess that is a raging college party

young people, at assumably different levels of intoxication, were everywhere

some were stood all the way up the expanse of the stairs even

you looked around and spotted a familiar brunette in the kitchen sat on the large marble counter tops

he’s chatting to some pink haired girl beside him

you stalk up to him like a woman on a mission and jokingly (a little too hard for jokingly) push his shoulders with both hands

he immediately snaps his head round to face you and his eyes widen with shock

“I have a bone to pick with you.” you say as stern as you can

you grab hold a fistful of his black T-shirt and drag him into a side room

once you enter only then do you realise it’s a laundry room

how fitting 👀

you say “Come on, tell me how you did it.” as you cross your arms and glare at him

“Did what?”

“you know what I mean, don’t play dumb with me, how did you turn all of my washing pink, and might I add, my work uniform too!”

“Ohhh that, it was far too easy. You really should keep your windows locked when you’re out.” he says as he laughs, like the whole thing is amusing

“So you’re telling me you broke into my apartment?! How did u know where I live??”

at this point you’re pacing around the room, arms flailing wide at the sudden discovery

“Well, I may or may not have asked Taehyung, and he told me, and then I entered, I did not break into your apartment. Anyway, I didn’t touch anything but the washing machine and I had the lovely experience of being serenaded by your roommate’s sex symphony.”

he made a step forward towards you, almost in a challenging way

“Oh I’ll be having harsh words with him later...” you say as you uncross your arms and put them on your hips.

you stand thinking for a second before it sinks in

“Wait.. what did you hear? You said sex symphony, right?”

“Uh yeah, your roommate was proper going at it with someone. At least he had the decency to do it whilst you were out, I guess.” He chuckled

“Oh my days, that means Hobi must’ve had Hyerim round! Go him I guess, but also ewww”

“Anyways we’ve bounced around the issue enough here, you ruined my clothes and broke into my apartment!” you exclaim backing up against the wall

Jungkook starts to close the gap between you two

“So? What’re you going to do about?”

your back pressed flush with the wall, you start to realise how close he really is

you can see the small freckles that dot the bridge of his nose, the thick eyelashes that frame his eyelids, the totally sinful look in his eyes

like this you start to realise how shockingly handsome he is

no wonder he has a slight reputation in class

you had no idea why he was looking at you this way

“I-I’ll call campus security..” You begin

“Will you really now?” he retorts as he slams his hand into the wall behind you, caging you in

“I w-will” a whisper that falls on deaf ears

before you even register, his lips have attached themselves to yours and you feel his thumb under your jaw

he works his lips against yours and you feel your legs start to tremble

he tastes sweet and robust, like syrup on your tastebuds

you mould into his kiss and then break away, panting for air, wanting more

everything felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time

it was as if your current issue had melted away and the only thing you could focus on was the way he looked at you and how his soft lips felt against yours

“J-Jungkook? What’re we doing?” you asked, a giggle leaving you

you rest your head against chest, clasping at his tshirt

“I couldn’t resist, you’re so hot when you’re angry”

he places a firm kiss against your cheek, takes your hand in his, and leads you back to the party

you couldn’t believe you’d just done that, let him kiss you so easily

but once you let him, it felt so right, like it was supposed to be that way, him lapping you up like a parched man to water

it felt so natural to have his arm round your waist like it was now

the pair of you approached Taehyung, still clutched together

“What happened to you two? I heard _____ went off on one and then you both were missing for ages. And now you both show up all over each other... what went down 👀”

“Well you know, hate and love are both forms of passion.” Jungkook says with a smirk

“excuse me? Assuming I love you? I let you kiss me once and you say it’s love? I’ll show you love” you retort

“Oooh she’s feisty; so you kissed? Damn, things’re moving quickly for you two, one minute Jungkook’s asking me for your address, the next you’re sucking each other’s faces off. I’m one of hell of a wing man, if I do say so myself.”

Taehyung flips an imaginary lock of hair out of his way like a sassy high school cheerleader

You both just laugh, at Taehyung, and because of how crazy it is,

It’s almost like you didn’t know you liked him like that until it smacked you in the face

“Do you want a drink? A beer?” Jungkook asks pouring himself a glass of punch

“That’d be great, thank you” you reply as you realise how much more time you want to spend with this annoying but totally handsome dork of a boy

༄ 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! ༄

This was just a little fic I wrote a while ago which had formatting errors so I fixed it for y’alI, Hope you enjoyed it ☺️ Let me know what you thought of it and feel free to like and reblog <3

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weepinghollow · 6 years ago

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Best Friends (Minghao x Reader)

I heard his giggle from the other side of the door. The laugh that clenches my heart and makes my stomach churn. I entered the empty classroom and said, "Hey loverboy. Mr. Grover's calling you." He looked at me and said, "Y/N! I was thinking about you today." I smiled softly at them. Nancy got up and said, "Hey Y/N I'm glad I saw you. I might need your help later this weekend with my chemistry assignment. I hate that avocado guy-" "Avogadro?" "Yeah same thing. I gtg now but I'll call you later. Also, Minghao?" "Yes?" He replied. "We'll meet this friday, okay?' He flipped his hair and flashed that gorgeous smile. "Okay!" Nancy walked out the door while he looked at me. "Let's go." I said. He stood up, took his bag and hung it over his shoulder. We were class representatives, so the teacher had called us to help him with stuff of the class. I closed the door of the classroom and walked beside him. The moments I'm with him thousands of thoughts come to my head. All my life I've ignored his feelings, denied him. I hadn't realized how he felt, how I felt. I didn't realize my own feelings towards him. And now he's gone. Gone forever. And now I'm finally starting to realize what it felt like for him. He turned to me and said, "What's up?" "Eh." I replied unenthusiastically. "As always." "You know life." Although we did know each other since childhood, we were really distant from each other for the past few months. 2 months, to be exact. 2 months since he met 'her'. "You free tonight?" He asked. "I'm always free for you." He turned around and blocked my path, clapped and said, "That was single handedly the most sweetest thing ever said in this century." I gave him a 'really' look, slightly pushed his chest and walked past him. He followed me to the common room and we helped our teacher with the documents and arrangements of class. When we were done it was almost 5pm. "I'll come over in an hour or so." he said and looked at me. I looked back at him, and knew he had something to say. "What is it?" I asked. "Hmm...? What?" "You wanted to say something. What is it?" "Oh- uhh... how did you know...?" I gave him the 'really' expression again. "Bitch I've known you for 8 years. I know you too well." I said. ".......yeah. Right." "See you in an hour." "Okay." We went the opposite directions. Though he lived down the street I lived in, it still took about 10 minutes to come. Typical, I know. We could've had a perfect story. But unfortunately he had someone else. And that's entirely my fault. I went back to my house and went in. "Hey sweetie I made ricecakes. Wash up and come down." mom said. "Hao's coming. I'll eat with him." "Oh." I was going up the stairs when she called me back. "Honey... did you talk about it?" I looked down at my feet and sighed. "It's not possible. I already told you everything." She looked down too. "I just want the best. For both of you." I nodded and went up to my room. She has been worried sick for me for the past 2 months since that night. The night when I was crying like a baby in her arms. I washed up and changed into my shorts and t-shirt and put my hair into a loose bun. I went to my desk beside the window and tidied up my books when I realized it had started raining. Man studying can wait. I sat on my window pane and took my guitar and started trying a tune. The guitar he had painted on and a small '∞' drawn under the strings. I kept playing while the rain fell down beside me when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I said. He came in almost drenced from head to toe, and be was holding a box of chocolates and a single rose in his hands. "Oh my god-" I quickly put down my guitar and got up to take out towels while he sat down on my bed. "You know? You really didn't have to come." I said while drying out his hair with a towel. "I promised you I'd come." "It wasn't a promise." "To me it was." "We have phones." "JESUS Y/N I just wanted to come, okay? Plus it was raining. I knew you were sitting by the window playing the guitar looking out the window like some movie." I kept silent. But kept rubbing the towel on his beautiful ass hair. "And I got these for you." He handed me the chocolates and the rose. I completely forgot about that. "Why though?" I said softly as I took them, while the towel was still on his head. "I know it's the time of the month." he took the towel and hunv it around his shoulders. "What- what the what how did you kNOW?!" "Bitch I've known you for 8 years I have it memorized." ... 'Shooketh' would be an understatement for how I'm feeling right now. I stared at him in the dimmed room while the fairy lights gleamed on his eyes, making them sparkle. He stared back into mine with those dreamy eyes. I could stare into these pair of eyes forever. We stared at each other for quite a long time, I don't know why. A thousand things ran through my mind. And at that moment he dropped the bomb. This motherfucker giggled. "What's wrong?" he asked me with an eye smile. I just stood there baffled with the rose and chocolates in hand. His laugh along with the sound of rain hitting the window sounded like a beautiful chime to my ears. I could fall asleep listening to his soothing voice. His laugh was like the chirps of birds in the morning after a long night of rain. while mine sounded like a windshield "Earth to Y/N??" he said while snapping his fingers infront of my face. "Oh. Yeah." I broke my stance. "Do you want a hoodie? I think I have a few mens ones lying around somewhere... it might be yours." I said. "Ofcourse. You basically have all my hoodies." I threw one at his face. "Go change." He went to my bathroom while I opened the window and stared out. I thought about what he said. This is how this bitch made butterflies- no. The whole entomology field in my stomach. I thought about him when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Okay what. I mean this was normal before but he has a girlfriend now right?? What do I do- "The rain is beautiful, right?" he said while he rested his chin on the crook of my neck from behind. "..........yeah" "Like you." "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I said as I looked back at him. "Uh.... yeah. About that. This is what I wanted to tell you." I felt my body become tensed. "Promise me you won't get mad?" he said softly. "I won't." He started explaining. "Nancy... really isn't my girlfriend. It was actually all a play. Infact, she already has a long distance boyfriend." "What?" I moved out of his grip and looked back at him. "Why would you even do that?!" "Y/N please hear me out." "And I cried every night for THIS?!" "Hear me out Y/N." I just stared at him as tears threatened to fall out my eyes. "We have known each other for 8 years. And I'm sure you knew how I felt. I gave you many hints and I KNOW you got them, but you chose to ignore me. And I was really frustrated. But I was afraid our friendship would end if I directly confessed so I kept quiet." He reached out for my hands but I moved them away. "Y/N please don't do this to me. I don't want us to end up like this. I'm sorry if you had to cry because of this. Why didn't you tell me? Basically everyone in school knew that we weren't actually in a relationship. And I have no feelings towards her, and she doesn't have anything towards me either. You're the only one for me, and I wouldn't dare lay my eyes on someone else. It's okay if you don't feel the same, just please don't end our friendship like this. The last thing I want in my life is this-" I pulled the collar of his hoodie and kissed him. "Stop... just stop." I said in between the kiss, tears falling out of my eyes. He wrapped his hands around my waist and kissed back. After a while I broke the kiss and looked down. I didn't want to look at him. "Hey..." he said softly. "Look at me, Y/N." He softly held my face in his hands, and wiped my tears with his thumb. I just stared at those beautiful eyes, the ones that contained thousands of feelings and unspoken words. I hugged him and said, "Please don't ever do this again." "Never." he said while securely wrapping his arms around me. The rest of the evening we spent together. I played the guitar by the window and he sang songs to the tune in his angelic voice, like we have been for the past 8 years. The harmony of his melodious voice along with the rythm of the rain soothed my heart. We ate my mom's ricecakes and I fed him the chocolates he got for me, even though he denied saying they were for me I didn't listen. He put the flower behind my ear and we took polaroids like that. When it was time for him to go I went to the door with him. We were downstairs when mom asked "How were the cakes, sweetie?" He flashed a smile and said, "They were really tasty Mrs. Spencer." She blushed and said, "Awwh you're such a sweetheart-" "Okayyy it's time to goooo" I pused him out the door. "Why do you pamper my mom so much?" I asked once we were outside. "She's my soon to be mother in law." "What the fuck." He kissed a quick peck on my lips and winked at me. "You're my girlfriend now." "Oh." He softly kissed my cheeks again. "See you tomorrow at school." he got on his bike and left. "Okay." Tonight will be a night that I'll be able to sleep peacefully after a long time.

#seventeen minghao xuminghao joshua scoups jeonghan mingyu seungkwan bestfriends fanfic kpop

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pillowfluffs · 7 years ago

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Don’t Be Jealous!Kihyun

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: Kihyun X Reader (female)

word count: 1.5K

Today was the day where you would surprise your boyfriend of almost a year, Kihyun. You woke up around 10 am and reached over to grab your phone off your nightstand. You saw a wave of messages spam your phone as messages were coming in one after the other. Messages mainly from the group chat you were in with the boys. As you read over all the messages, it seemed that they didn't realize that they were in the wrong chat. But, it was fine, now you knew a definite location for the MV set for today.

*on phone*

Y/N: “Uh, gm guys”

There was a pause on the chat, and suddenly a wave of good morning messages came in. Then you got a private message from your Kihyunie.

K: “Good morning, beautiful,” he sent along with a kissing emoji.

Y/N: “good morning”

Y/N: “so today is your guys’ first day of filming?”

K: “Yeah, that’s our schedule for the rest of the week”

K: “What are you doing today, princess? You don’t have any class nor work today.”

You quickly thought of a brief lie, a bit bold, but believable.

Y/N: “I’m gonna go visit my mom,”

K: “Oh, cool. Have fun! Say hi to your mom for me!”

K: “I gtg, I’ll text you whenever I have some free time,”

Y/N: “Okay, bye! Love you!”

You sat up in bed and checked the weather for today. You saw that it wasn’t too hot or too cold. You got out of bed and went to go wash up and brush your teeth. As you freshened up, you blasted their new song, Rush. This song wasn’t out for the rest of the world and monbebe’s to hear but Kihyun was able to download you an exclusive audio recording. It was an amazing song, all of their songs are amazing. They were all truly talented, but the only thing they lacked was a promotion from Starship, the company they’re under. You got went into your walk-in closet and picked out a casual but formal outfit. You picked out some high waisted jeans and a loose gray v-neck long sleeve. You finalized your outfit and headed to your kitchen for some breakfast. You grabbed a bowl and put together a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch cereal. As you ate, you scrolled through your daily tumblr and twitter, liking, retweeting, the good stuff.

“I hope he didn’t suspect anything,” you thought as you did your dishes real quick. Afterward, you slipped on your wide heeled black boots and you were off! You swiftly put in the location of the set and put on some music, connected via Bluetooth. The drive there was about 15-20 minutes depending on traffic. As you parked your car a good distance away, you made your way onto the set. There were some difficulties with security not recognizing you, but their manager let you in. You heard their new song blasting as there was a bunch going on. So many people and staff were working with the cameras and lights, stylists were ready to wipe off their sweat and fix their outfits the second the cameras stopped rolling. The set seemed to be at like an abandoned gas station type, but with all the people bustling about and the extras riding bikes and skateboards, it seemed anything but abandoned. But.. There was only one, well three main things you focused on. First, how great they all looked and how much fun they were having. Two, how good your Kihyunie looked with his orangish- brick colored hair and how good he looked in his blue and white striped soccer jersey. And three, her.

You knew she was simply an actress, working for most likely some other small company, you knew she didn’t, nor did any of them, have feelings for each other. But you couldn’t help this, boiling in you. The way Kihyun looked at her and the way she looked at him. Who does she think she is? She was getting way too close for your comfort and you couldn’t help but feel jealous. You were always insecure about yourself, but when you met Kihyun, and just the way he talked to you, he erased all that insecurity from yourself. And you had never felt more grateful to have him in your life. But now, the familiar sense of insecurity washed over you. You stood sort of near the front so you could get a full view of the set with everything and everyone, but just her presence there, she knocked your wall down without even trying. You moved from your front spot and moved a bit to the side, towards the back. You could barely see the set, but the music was blasting.

Kihyun saw you and his mood instantly brightened, which also lifted the vibe in the air. He saw you move backwards and after finishing the clip they needed, he went to greet you after leaving his stylists.

“Hey,” he came and rested his hands on your waist and he pecked your cheek. You simple stayed leaned back and you sort of had a b**** face on. “You okay?”

“Peachy..” You didn’t even make eye contact with him. Your eyes were shooting lasers into the back of the actress’ head.

“You don’t seem fine, sweetie,” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Come on~ Tell me.” He leaned next to you against the window sill and leaned forward a bit, sticking his head into your peripheral vision. “Y/N?”

You finally pulled your eyes from “miss perfect” and turned to your glowing boyfriend. “I’m fine..” You glanced back at her once again before leaning your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder and wrapping your arms around his right arm. His eyes followed yours and everything became clear.

“Are you.. Jealous?” A smirk growing on his face.

You detached yourself and stood up to face him as he stayed in his spot. “Wha-What?” Your eyes grew a bit big as your hands were on your waist. “Me? Jealous? Of who?” You acted oblivious.

He nodded his head to her. She saw, looked over and smiled and waved. “Ugh,” you mentally groaned. You turned back to your boyfriend to see his smug face. “Whatttt?” Your tone grew higher as you avoided eye contact.

“Y/N, we’ve been together for two years. I know when you’re lying, and,” he stood up in front of you and held your shoulders in his hands. “I can tell when you’re jealous.”

“Kihyun, I am not jealous!” You pouted which only made him laugh his classic laugh. (You know the one)

“Mmhmm, sure you aren’t,” he wrapped his arms around you as your arms were crossed in front of you. He rested his head on yours and swayed you back and forth a bit. “Sure you aren’t.” He kissed your head. “Y/N, don’t be jealous. You have nothing to be jealous of. Especially her; she is nothing compared to you,” he repeatedly kissed your head and face, making you smile and feel better.

You knew you had no reason to feel jealous. He was right. He knew you better than anyone and you knew him probably better than the boys. Sure, the actress seemed perfect; her long wavy voluminous hair, her perfect outfit in black. But like Kihyun said, you were nothing compared to her. (And, message: Don’t compare yourselves to others! You were born the way you were and everything that you are now, makes you, your wonderful self! :) ) About a few hours passed by and you were just walking around the back of the set. Soon enough, they were wrapping up. By the time they were truly finished, the sun was setting. You were taking pictures of yourself and the landscape nearby when all of a sudden, your hands holding your phone were wrapped up by none other than Kihyun, who was helping you take your picture by steadying your hands at a level height, focusing the camera on the main thing to be seen first in this picture. As you took the picture, Kihyun wrapped his arms around you form behind and nuzzled his chin on to your shoulder.

“Beautiful, just like you,” he pecked your cheek.

You simply turned yourself around and wrapped your arms around his lower back, leaning your head onto his chest, closing your eyes.

“Is she gone?” You teased.

“Y/N!” He pulled your shoulders again laughing, “Yes, she is, but don’t be jealous!”

“I’m kidding, calm down tinie,” you pulled him back into an embrace and leaned your chin against his chest, looking up to him. “You love me,” you pecked at his neck.

“Do I?” He turned his head away from you.

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his chest playfully. “Yes, because I love you more.”

“Well, too bad, I love you the most,” he pecked your forehead. “Come, on, let’s go home,” he took your hand and you slowly made your way back to your car, holding hands, swinging them back and forth.

gif, not mine! sorry for a little break! school and a bit of a block. I have a BTS scenario coming soon! Enjoy!

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transrightsjimin · 4 years ago

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ok rly gtg sleep @_@ have yet to wash my hair tmrw and also hang up laundry from the washing machine. i would consider working from home but i havent tested enough out on this borrowed computer nd check which software is on it thatd take only more time

#rambles #work stuff #aka im in bed too late again :(

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wordsablaze · 7 years ago

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Chapter Eight: Name

All Because Of A Car Cinder's life revolved around the garage, working as a mechanic, until that one male student came in looking for a Mercedes and changed her life... AU Kinder story. Enjoy!

(Kai POV)

"Why are you late?"

Kai jumps and straightens as he hears Torin ask his question, then sheepishly clears his throat when he's greeted by the sight of a raised eyebrow, folded arms, and a questioning expression.

"And why are you dripping water everywhere?"

Kai opens his mouth to reply but an answer escapes him, and it takes all his energy to refrain from shrugging in response or utilising the plethora of sass at his disposal.

"Kai…"

"I know, I'm sorry, I just…"

Torin sighs, "It's the garage girl, isn't it?"

Kai shakes his head, but can't answer because his moral compass would probably stab him with guilt for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, Torin can easy take his answer from Kai's lack of one.

"For stars' sake, kid, you don't even know her name."

"I will… soon." Kai pulls his shoes off and slips his coat off. "I couldn't just leave her to walk home alone."

Torin sighs once again. It's something he's been doing way too often. Shaking his head, he just shrugs. "You know I can let you off this time. But you also know you're grounded if you do it again, yeah?"

Kai nods vigorously, grinning. It's not a second later that he's hugging Torin with all his might, and making the man stumble backwards with a chuckle and a shake of his head. Not that he minds; Kai's hugs are, after all, the cosiest of embraces a youth can possibly offer.

"Now, go change and come eat dinner."

"At the same time?" Kai asks, raising an eyebrow, then wincing as Torin lightly slaps the back of his head. "I deserved that."

"Hurry up," Torin laughs, rolling his eyes before going to, presumably, set the table.

Kai does, grinning to himself and quickly getting himself warm and dry, sighing at his rumbling stomach. He might have sacrificed a meal for some time in the rain with the most stunning girl he's ever seen, but his stomach hadn't agreed with that plan.

Torin doesn't get to ask Kai about the car before the food is being attacked, and quickly wolfed down as politely as possible. Shaking his head, Torin starts to eat as well, the two of them letting an acceptable silence rest over them.

"Are you going to explain why you didn't take an umbrella with you?"

"I did," Kai replies, then shakes his head, "I mean, I didn't remember."

"I wasn't aware that you were so forgetful."

"I'm very sorry," Kai says quietly, starting to eat his food again as if avoiding having to answer any more questions; he's not exactly comfortable with lying, even if he is rather decent at it.

"You're banned from the study for a week." Despite seeming reluctant, Torin's order is akin to household law, and Kai frowns.

"But-"

"I know," Torin interrupts.

"I-"

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before misplacing yet another umbrella," Torin says coolly, and Kai can't argue unless he wants to admit that he'd lied, and then also explain the actual whereabouts of the object.

"I understand," Kai says instead, sighing.

Not long after, the two of them finish their meal, Kai washing up and Torin heading to the living room. Fleetingly glancing at the news flashing on their TV screen, Kai mumbles a 'goodnight' and heads upstairs. And, like any other lowkey love-struck teenage boy, Kai logs back onto tumblr so he can talk to the girl from the garage.

-do you have a cold

-No, why?

-was making sure i didn't have to be guilty of anything

-Right…

-full sentences take ages

-mind if i shorten stuff down

-As long as it's decipherable…

-gr8

-Wow, numbers as letters?

-Why is your idea of abbreviating just reverse algebra?

-how do u type so fast

-Practice?

-wots reverse algebra?

-Sorry?

-Oh

-It's not a real thing… that was a joke…

-i knew that

-gtg kite boy gdnite

-Night, Princess.

Kai sighs, reblogging only a few posts before getting tired and sinking into his duvet, closing his eyes before he can even think about brushing his teeth.

Which probably explains why he wakes up so early, at quarter to five in the morning. As someone who's used to only sleeping a routine seven hours per night, he finds it almost physically impossible to fall back asleep once awake. With going to the study so he can read or research out of the option, Kai decides to get ready early and work an extra shift at the café.

It doesn't take him more than half an hour to assemble his school bag, his uniform neatly folded inside so he can quickly change into it after his shift, and grabs an apple for breakfast. He leaves a note for Torin before leaving, then quickly walks to the café in the darkness of a diminishing night.

"Kai? Dude, why on earth would you voluntarily work this shift?" Spencer asks him as soon as he dumps his stuff and grabs a waistcoat.

Kai grins. "Good morning to you too."

Spencer waves a hand, handing Kai one of the orders so the two can settle into their complicated yet perfectly efficient rhythm.

The two of them work methodically until Spencer's eyes start drooping, at which point Kai practically scolds him into ending his shift early. He might be against arguments and violence, but Kai is admirably persuasive when he's trying to make someone prioritise their health.

"Thanks, Kai," Spencer says as the two exchange a hug, then chuckles lightly, "Catch you later?"

"Of course."

Kai exhales as the other boy leaves, leaning against the counter for a moment and thanking stars that most people don't tend to wake up early; he's not sure if he could handle a busy shift by himself, without the practical and moral support of Spencer backing him up.

Two and a half of his three shift hours have already passed when a familiar face walks into the café.

"Can I have a black coff- Kai?" The mechanic girl asks, apparently shocked. She then immediately goes pink, as if regretting her choice of oversized shirt and old jeans.

"Hey, Princess. You're up early."

"No, I'm not. But you look like you were."

"Maybe?" Kai can't help but sheepishly grin under the power of a skeptically raised eyebrow.

The girl smiles. "So, my black coffee?"

He ponders for a minute, then decides to try and finally figure out the girl's name. "Who should I make it out to?"

The mechanic girl laughs, "You can just use my regular old name, I guess."

Kai imagines whacking his head on a desk but outwardly smiles. "And which one would that be, Princess?"

The girl smiles again, her eyes sparkling with sly curiosity. "Surely you know my name?"

"I wouldn't want to spell it wrong," Kai says, biting his lip to stop himself from messing the whole situation up.

The girl's eyes widen in shock for a minute before she frowns, then grins again. "I think you're the first barista to care."

Kai shrugs. "Names are important."

"Fair enough. It's C – I – N – D – E – R."

"Thanks, Princess." Kai winks, sighing in relief as she goes to sit down and he starts the coffee machine, almost forgetting her order as he silently cheers to himself for achieving this one thing.

"One black coffee for the Cinder," Kai announces, placing the cup in front of her.

She laughs, a bright sound in the faint light of an imminent sunrise, and tips her cup towards him. "Cheers, kite boy."

"Kite boy?"

Cinder nods. "I'm keeping that name and no amount of complaining can stop me."

Kai makes a face but doesn't complain; the nickname isn't wildly different from his own name after all.

"Bye, kite boy," Cinder calls as she opens the door to leave, her hair gently lifted up by the morning breeze, then leaves before Kai has a chance to reply.

He doesn't mind, simply content in finally knowing her name.

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voilafandomonium-blog · 8 years ago

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The Best Worst Proposal

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine Pairing: Jake/Amy Rating: General/Teen (nothing explicit, or particularly mature. This is pure fluff) Disclaimer: Obviously I own none of the characters etc. Also, this is my first B99 fanfic, so beware (??). All mistakes are mine (feel free to point any out - I welcome constructive criticism/feedback).

Summary: It’s been a long week for Amy, and the last thing she expects is for Jake to pull an elaborate hoax to celebrate one of their anniversaries - and it’s not even an anniversary they’ve really celebrated before. But, because she loves him, she puts up with it (and in the end, it’s totally worth it).

Amy was exhausted after following up leads for almost a week concerning what seemed to be a low-level drug dealer. But after this many dead-ends, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was potentially more complex than she originally thought. Well, imagining that it was more complex was better than the alternative—that she missed something.

She entered the bullpen close to midnight, focused on how else she could approach the case. Case file in hand, she reread all available information. She just needed a new perspective, and potentially a new binder. She could organize all her leads and maybe she’d get that new perspective she needed.

“Five, four, three, two, one…”

Confused, Amy looked up to see Jake finish counting down before turning on celebratory music. Various members of the squad shot confetti into the air and began dancing in place with Jake before he slid forward on one knee. He only stopped when he was kneeling in front of her with a familiar red velvet jewelry box in his hand. It brought on an intense sense of déjà vu, but also made her heart stutter in anticipation.

Is this- could this be- no. He wouldn’t- her mind was struggling to process what was happening. All she could think was that her hair was probably a mess, and her makeup was probably smudged and everyone was looking at them, and Jake still wasn’t speaking. This was not how she had imagined (or planned) on being proposed to—if that was what this was! There was no evidence that Jake was proposing after three years of dating. Except the kneeling. And the ring box. And his smile. Oh God.

“Amy Santiago, you have made me the happiest man on earth for the past three years. I spent a liiiiiiiitle bit more than one whole dollar on this ring. In honor of our anniversary of the best worst date ever, will you go out with me again tomorrow? You have to say yes.” He paused, wrinkling his nose. “Except not really. Because you have equal say in this relationship. Obviously. And I know you’ve got that one case that just isn’t working out. But I checked your calendar before setting all this up. Whaddya say?”

Amy felt like laughing (and crying, but that wasn’t the point). Jake wasn’t proposing. She was so stupid. All that worrying (and excitement and giddiness, shut up) for nothing. He was just being a dork and trying to celebrate one of their anniversaries.

“Ames?”

“Oh! Of course. I can’t wait to celebrate the best worst date ever with you.” She says, unable to hold back the giggle at the back of her throat.

Jake looked at her a little oddly at the giggle before sliding the ring on her finger—her left ring finger, not that it was important.

“Promise to keep it on, Ames? This one took a few tries to get, and I’ll be crushed—nay, devastated—if you lose it.” He requested with a goofy grin, holding her hand tightly. The goofy grin though...was it a little strained at the edges?

Before Amy could examine it more closely, Jake’s face shifted into his normal dopey look. Accepting that the ring was part of whatever scheme he had brewing for their date (it brought to mind a few other dates he had planned that were met with only moderate success—like the roller-skating incident) Amy nodded. “Sure, babe.”

Finally getting up to both feet, Jake grinned enthusiastically. “Thanks. You’re the best Ames.”

“I know.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before grabbing her bag. “You ready to head home?”

“Yep. Just gotta put a few files away.” He waved three casefiles at her before jogging over to the records room. Amy contemplated following him (they’ve had some good times in that room) before deciding that it would require far too much energy. Falling into her chair, she began reorganizing her drawers while waiting.

She’s only made it through her top drawer when Jake reappeared. Putting on her coat and swinging her purse over her shoulder, she accepted Jake’s hand and waved goodbye to the rest of the squad.

With the familiarity of Jake’s conversation washing over her, the difficulty of her current case prodding the back of her mind and the exhaustion of a long day finally setting in, there was barely any room left in her mind to notice that the ring felt a little heavier than the one from five years ago.

Amy is nothing if not conscientious, but the ring that she told Jake she would keep on created some problems in her regular routines. She couldn’t shower with it, and had to remember to put it back on in the morning (after she had forgotten to put it on last night, after washing her face, Jake had complained—he was really serious about her keeping it on, for whatever reason). It got caught in her hair a few times as she ran her fingers through her hair after waking up, and it pulled at a loose thread in her pajama top as she was changing. But, Amy kept the ring on, because she told Jake she would (and Jake had put up with her and worn the matching sweaters she thought would be so cute on Thanksgiving. The least she could do was wear this stupid ring even if it made her heart beat a little funny).

She only had to tell two people that she wasn’t actually engaged. The first was her barista, Lauren. Lauren was their ‘regular’ barista, and Amy would almost consider her a friend. Almost. Upon seeing the ring, Lauren had squealed and attracted the attention of a few customers and her coworkers.

“Jake finally popped the question?” Lauren was grinning. “Lemme see that ring!”

Ignoring the embarrassment (God, it was so similar to the actual worst date, when she had been so goddam embarrassed in that horrible dress. Was that Jake’s plan all along? Because if it was, she had underestimated his planning ability) and everyone’s curious faces, Amy grinned ruefully. “No. He didn’t propose. This is just a gag – celebrating one of our anniversaries.”

Lauren looked crestfallen. “Really? Too bad, it looks like a nice ring – and it suits you.”

Except for the fact that it was plastic and cubic zirconia, Amy would have agreed. It could have been a tasteful round diamond bracketed by smaller baguette diamonds in a simple setting. Something she would have chosen for herself. But Amy knew better. “If only it weren’t plastic, right? Can I have our usual?”

“Sure thing. It’ll just take a second.” Lauren accepted the debit card and ran it before gesturing Amy to the side to wait.

The second person she tried to explain it to was a well-meaning older woman, also waiting for her drink.

“I don’t understand. You’ve got the boy, and the ring, but you aren’t engaged?”

“Yes. My boyfriend has an…interesting sense of humor. He likes to celebrate things a little differently. This is a joke.”

“What kind of joke is a fake engagement?”

“It’s not a fake engagement. We just…aren’t engaged.” Amy had to physically restrain herself from saying yet. “We’re only celebrating one of our anniversaries.”

“Hmph. I just don’t understand you young people.”

Before Amy could defend her generation of young people, the woman had gathered her tea and left.

After that, she just accepted the congratulations. It was easier. Also, only like two extra people offered congratulations.

Getting to the precinct, Charles took one look at her and giggled. Amy ignored him. He was probably just imagining that the ring was real (not unlike what she was doing), and was demonstrating his overinvestment in her and Jake’s relationship. Or he was in on whatever joke Jake had planned.

Surprisingly, a few of the perps around the bullpen and in the holding cell congratulated her (their frequent flyers - ones who remembered that Jake and Amy together. Amy tried to ignore how touched she was that they cared). Someone tried to steal the ring (she got to twist the dude’s arm up behind his back like she’d seen Rosa do before), and another gave her a lead on her drug case. After a late (late, late, really late) lunch, Jake texted her about their night. He and Rosa were on a stakeout for a string of B&Es they were working.

Wear something nice tonight. Idk when I’ll be back, so ill pick you up @ home @ 8

. . .

You mean you’re not going to choose my outfit this time?

. . .

Haha, Santiago. Not tonight. Unless you can finally admit that my fashion sense is superior

. . .

Never. You forget that I’ve seen you in a speedo.

. . .

And you loved every second of it. Gtg, think the perp is here. Love you!!!!

. . .

Love you too.

Putting her phone down, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the stupid ring again. It was remarkably shiny for a gumball machine ring and reflected surprisingly well in the precinct’s harsh fluorescent lighting (just like it did in the sunlight). Avoiding the potential daydreams that she had been succumbing to more and more frequently (that involved a real diamond ring and an intimate ceremony not unlike the one she had planned for Rosa those years back), Amy went back to her paperwork. If she finished up the paperwork and logged evidence efficiently, she may be able to clock out at a reasonable time so she wouldn’t look like a total troll tonight (those were Gina’s words. Amy had made a note to look it up on UrbanDictionary. Weren’t those troll dolls supposed to be kind of cute?).

Eight o’clock found her in a blue dress, waiting for Jake to pick her up from the apartment. She was feeling oddly nostalgic for their (best) worst date, and the horrendous dress Jake had chosen. Instead of the hideous monstrosity with bow, this blue dress was actually flattering, and didn’t make her feel like she was fourteen again (or make her feel like Jake’s second choice. What was so great about Jenny Gildenhorn, anyways?).

Six minutes later, a car horn honked. Then honked again. And again, prolonged this time.

“That idiot.” Amy muttered, locking the door behind her as she rushed down the stairs. Opening the outer door, she was met by Jake, standing by the car, preparing to honk again.

“Wow, Jake. You’re really taking this…reenactment kind of far, don’t you think?”

Jake grinned before jogging over to open the passenger door for her.

“When have I ever taken things too far?” He joked. Amy gives him her patented Really? Are you kidding me, Peralta? look. “At least I’m not wearing the shorts.” He defended before closing the door behind her. Amy had to admit that she’s glad he’s not wearing the shorts—though he did dress up with a coat and tie (Amy couldn’t help but think that it was sweet that he actually took the time to think about changing for tonight before he left for work in the morning). It’s a pleasant change from the regular plaid/hoodie/jacket combo he usually wears at work (although, to be honest, she’s found herself to be quite a fan of that look too).

Closing his own door behind him, he paused to lean over and kiss her lightly on the cheek before moving in for a more intimate kiss. She smiled into it, leaning towards him and angling her head to try and take control. He grunted lightly before giving in. Too quickly, he pulled back and gave her a peck on the lips.

“You look gorgeous, Ames. Definitely should have let you dress yourself the first time.”

“Aww, where would the fun in that be, though?”

Jake laughs. “You’re right. Definitely wouldn’t have been any fun.”

The drive was spent in comfortable conversation. Amy critiques Jake’s driving while he cracks jokes. Intermittently, they discuss a few of their open cases. Amy hasn’t brought up her troublesome one yet, wanting to let it sit in her mind a little longer before bringing it up to Jake. Without realizing it, she’s apparently developed the habit of spinning the ring around her finger. The habit only came to her attention when Jake reached out to hold her hand halfway through their drive (offhandedly, she thought about how it would be a bitch to quit the habit, once she took the ring off).

After they’ve parked, she realizes they’re at Shaw’s. “Just like the actual date?” She asked him, walking into the bar still holding Jake’s hand. All Jake could do was nod and grin (is that a bashful grin?) before they’re met by almost the entire precinct. The night started like any other night after work—drinks with the squad, stories about best/worst perps, teasing Boyle and a few harmless bets. It didn’t feel like anything special (not that it had to, Amy would spend time with Jake however she can). But it shifted when Jake asked her to dance.

She still wasn’t the best dancer (unlike Jake—though she still hadn’t learned where he gained that particular talent), but she has undoubtedly improved over the years. “I swear to God, Peralta, if you’re going to try and make me dance that jig from The Titanic, I will murder you in your sleep.” She threatened. It was still unclear how far Jake is going to take them down memory lane.

“Nah, not tonight. Figured we could just sway a bit. That’s something you can handle, right?”

Rolling her eyes, Amy purposely stepped on Jake’s foot. The bastard just laughed before unexpectedly forcing her into a turn. She betrayed herself by laughing. Their planned swaying quickly evolved (devolved? Amy’s not sure exactly how to classify it) into poorly executed dips and twirls. But she and Jake were laughing the whole time, and it never occurred to her to chastise him for being a goof. It’s part of why she loves him, after all. And really, it felt remarkably romantic.

By the time the crowd has changed over to the drunker and/or late night party types, they’re saying their goodbyes and putting on coats in preparation for, as Jake called it, ‘Part 2 of the most amazingly awful best worst date in the history of ever.’

Amy barely had time to complain about the length of his name before they’re stepping out of the car again. The neighborhood wasn’t the greatest and she couldn’t see anything that looked like a place you would take someone on a date. Suddenly, she realized exactly where they are.

“Oh my god, Jake. Seriously? The building from our stakeout?” Amy was a little ashamed that her voice comes out more affectionate than she had planned. This was not what she would call an occasion to dress nice.

“Gotta do this right.” Jake says. For a split second his face showed shock before morphing into a forced look of humor. “Even brought some peanuts, ‘cuz you know I get snacky.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “How are we supposed to get into the building?”

“Through the door. Duh.”

Confused, Amy watched as he unlocked the front door and gestured her through. The last time they were here after hours they had to sneak in. Walking up the stairs, Amy can’t help but wonder how Jake got a key—how much planning had he put into this (subpar, if she’s being honest) date? The only thing it really has going for it is Jake, who usually finds ways to make all her days better. While it’s been fun to reminisce, part of her would have rather just stayed in and watched Property Brothers or something.

On the roof, she sat on a crate, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her legs. She admired the view (it’s not that great, actually) and waits for Jake to join her. As he sat down, he draped a blanket over her lap, successfully covering her legs and keeping her warm. A bit of her vague irritation leaks away.

“Thanks, babe.” She murmured.

“No problem. I know how cold you get. Your feet are like freezer-burned popsicles in the morning.”

“Hey! I can’t help the temperature of my feet!” she replied in fake outrage—this wasn’t a new argument.

“Socks, Amy. Socks help to keep our tootsies all toasty warm.” Jake said. “Dammit, I ruined the serious vibe I had going on. But how I could I not say ‘tootsies’ or ‘toasty warm’?”

Seeing Jake’s genuinely concerned face, Amy couldn’t help but laugh. “If you hadn’t said either, I would have been concerned.”

Seeming to accept that, Jake nodded along before tossing a peanut up in the air and catching it neatly in his mouth. “Ready, Ames?”

“Hit me.”

They spent the next few minutes tossing peanuts back and forth. Amy noted, with a fair amount of pride, that she has definitely improved since their first night on this rooftop.

Jake, however, has been doing worse and worse as the night wears on.

“You okay, Peralta? Are my stupendous skill psyching you out?” She joked, trash-talking him as he missed yet another peanut.

His eyes, which had previously been rather glazed over, quickly refocused. He gave her a quick (and rather unconvincing) grin. “Yeah, your ‘volume is key’ strategy is really psyching me out, Santiago. Here, this’ll be a high one. Ready?”

Amy nodded. “Born ready.”

Jake tossed the peanut up in the air. Amy tilted her head back, trying to follow its path. She leans back a bit…almost there.

It bounced off her forehead.

“Dammit! Peralta, that ones on you, because that was a terrible throw!” She was laughing as she said it though, sitting up straight and getting ready to throw him a peanut (she’s thinking she’ll just chuck it in the air, see if he’ll run after it like the goober he is).

But, when she’s finally totally straightened up and has her eyes open (they’d been closed before, in laughter, she thinks), Jake was in front of her. Kneeling on one knee. And looking the most serious she has ever seen him.

Everything freezes.

“Oh.”

“Amy Santiago.” He grins. A genuine, god-i-love-you grin that reached his somewhat glassy eyes. Amy’s eyes were feeling a little glassy (i.e. wet) too, to be honest.

He continued, “I wasn’t lying when I said you’ve made me the happiest man on earth for the past three years. But, years ago we went on the best worst date ever and that was the moment that I realized what you could be to me—that you could be everything. And you are. I’ve been kind of obsessed with you since then, and I can only hope that you feel a little of the same,” Jake takes a deep breath before chuckling, “because I’d be honored if you would embark on the incredibly un-boring adventure of life together-”

Without her explicit permission, a choked little giggle-sob escapes Amy’s mouth. Jake ducks his head, and matches her with a wet-sounding chuckle.

“And continue to wear that ring for the rest of your life. Because it was definitely a little more expensive than the one I gave you almost five years ago. I’ve typed this speech up, revised it an practiced it a million times - Santiago style.” He winked. “So, Amy Santiago. Will you marry me?”

Amy never thought she would be one of those girls that cried when she was proposed to—she was too logical. Besides, she never thought she would be surprised by her proposal. It would be something she and her partner discussed and agreed on (more of a contract/mutual decision, her brain supplied). But here she was, crying.

But, Amy realized, she never expected to be partners with a man like Jake Peralta. Someone who pushed her and her buttons, who made her laugh and smile and made life always seem like an adventure. Someone who made her a better person, and drove her crazy in the best way possible despite (or because of) their differences.

“Uh, Ames? Should I stand up? Are you still thinking, or…?”

“Oh god.” She hadn’t answered. “Of course. Yes, I’ll marry you Jake. I would love to. Oh my god.”

Jake just laughed, lowering his head over where he had been gripping her left hand. “Thank god. I was starting to get a little worried.” He joked with her as he pulled her up to stand with him.

Amy could see in his eyes, though, that there had been a small part of him (the part of him that always reminded him that his dad left, and thought that he wasn’t worth her love. This was also the part that Amy endeavored every day to prove wrong) that had been worried.

“I love you. So much.” She reminded him.

“I love you, so much, too.” He responds before kissing her deeply.

Their first kiss as an engaged couple her brain reminded her. She smiled, giddy at the thought. Because she was kissing her fiance. And she was wearing an engagement ring-

Abruptly, she pulled away. Jake’s eyes popped open. “Not to complain, but you kind of ruined our moment there Santiago-”

“Are you telling me that I’ve been wearing an actual engagement ring for over 24 hours, thinking that it was a cheap vending machine ring?”

“Uh…maybe?”

“What if I had lost it? Or thrown it away because I thought it was stupid? Oh my god…”

“Well, then you would have plunged me back into crushing debt, babe. But you didn’t. Just like I knew you wouldn’t. Because you owe me after the Thanksgiving sweaters. But mostly because I know you still have the actual cheap plastic one in your jewelry box.”

Amy blushed. Because he was right—that stupid, scuffed, plastic ring was sitting in her jewelry box. She had retrieved it after their fake fight. And ever since then, it had been safely tucked away.

“Besides, this’ll make a great story to tell the kids. How their mom didn’t even realize it was the real engagement ring until a day later. Some detective you are.”

Amy punched him in the shoulder, ignoring his muttered ow. “Just because you’re my fiance doesn’t mean that I won’t still kick your ass.”

Instead of responding, Jake just grinned at her dopily.

“Jake?”

“You called me your fiance.”

Amy blushed before squaring her shoulders. “Well, you are my fiance. Besides, didn’t you just reference our unborn children? When did we discuss kids?”

It was Jake’s turn to blush. “I, uh, guess we didn’t. But, I kind of assumed…which I shouldn’t have. But, well. I want to. And I hope you do-”

Amy cut him off with a kiss. “I do too. We can talk numbers later. For now…let me just enjoy kissing my fiance.”

Jake grinned before obliging her.

Less than a minute later, he pulled away. “So, I was definitely going for a romantic vibe here, but whaddya say we move it inside?”

“Oh god yes, I’m so cold.”

“Plus, I figured a bed might be nice.”

“Ooooh, I like the way you think, babe.”

Jake winked at her playfully (it was a horrible wink – his entire face scrunched up) before gathering their stuff and grabbing her hand.

Laughing and kissing the whole way down the stairs they practically fell into the car. Amy spent the entire car ride with her left hand in Jake’s right. She could feel him stroking the ring and feel the metal heating up from their joined hands.

It was only later, lying in bed with Jake (this time he was absentmindedly stroking her back, with their fingers linked on his chest) that she realized she’ll never have to take the ring off. It will stay there forever, eventually joined by a second one—one that will match the ring he will eventually wear. She could keep spinning it around her finger forever.

She could go to the coffee shop tomorrow and show Lauren the ring for real, find that woman and tell her that the engagement is real. She could accept people’s congratulations because she really is getting married. To Jake Peralta. He’ll be her husband. And she’ll be his wife.

It was to those happy thoughts that Amy Santiago fell asleep, half laying on her fiance, with a smile on her face.

I really do hope y’all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.

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krashtheremnant · 8 years ago

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Chicken Sliders (Pyro x Reader) SMUT

Don’t read this unless you’re a Pyro furfag like me. WARNING: Rated 18 for very sexual themes and actions, cursing, and furries. (Not really)

Please don’t read if you’re under 18. If you do then u nasty. Sorry Pyro. —–

It was past midnight and it was raining; usual weather for London, but no matter how often it rained she always enjoyed it. Storms relaxed her and gave her the perfect atmosphere to unwind. Her eyes illuminated with the light of her phone as she scrolled down recent uploads on YouTube. One of her friends Niall, also known online as ‘Pyrocynical’, had just uploaded a video about his Twitter being banned. She chuckled at the thumbnail, and clicked on the video. She had been curious as to why it had been taken down, and who better to explain then Pyro himself. It opened with some dude dressed in one of those inflatable T-rex costumes with some weaboo trash music in the background. She smiled and shook her head, laying against her cold window as she watched. “Wassup my fellow Harambe fans…” Niall’s deep voice echoed in the silence of her dark room, making her heart skip for a second. The weirdness of her body’s reaction made her pause the video and blink. “Strange…” She mumbled. Noticing the time, she decided that this would be the last video she watched before going to bed. She brushed off the bodily revolution, and pressed play.

Once the video ended, the (h/c) haired girl started to get ready for bed. She got into her pj’s and crawled onto her soft mattress, then plugged in her phone and rested her head on her pillow. Her eyes closed, the sound of rain helping to lull her to sleep, her last thoughts remained on Niall. Although strange, she didn’t seem to mind.

The next morning she was awoken by the sound of her phone vibrating against the wood of her nightstand. She grumbled and reached over to retrieve it, her tangled hair sticking out wildly. She turned on the screen, and saw that she had gotten a text from Niall. A smile creeped up on her lips as she unlocked her phone to read it. /Hey, (y/n) are u doing anything for lunch?/ She squinted to read the time in the corner of her screen. It was already 11:30 am. “Oh wow…” She scoffed, realizing she was actually hungry… and had to pee. /I haven’t planned anything. Did u wanna go get something?/ She replied hastily, then looked out the window. It was sunny for once. Within a few seconds, Niall responded. /I dunno I had this new recipe for these chicken slider things and I knew u liked chicken so I thought u’d be down to meme./ (Y/n) chuckled and texted back. /I’ll be over in a few just gotta get dressed n’ shit. Don’t start without me./ /I’ll try not to ;D/ /Weirdo/ /I’ll take that as a compliment/ /;p/ (Y/n) put her phone back on her nightstand and quickly got dressed. She threw on a t-shirt without a bra and then pulled a hoodie over that, not really bothered with her lazy appearance. She and Niall were good friends, there really wasn’t a reason to get all dressy. After sliding on a pair of worn jeans and her boots, she grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone, and headed out of her apartment.

She parked across the street from Niall’s building, and got out of her car. Her boots clunked against the asphalt as she paced over to the doors of his apartment complex. She walked into the building and up the stairs to Niall’s flat, and then knocked gently. She heard some rustling around from inside, then stepped back as the door opened. Niall stood in a sweatshirt and lounge pants. His strawberry blonde hair was tousled haphazardly, giving him the same kind of look as his friend. “Come on in.” He smirked and opened the door wider so (Y/n) could enter his apartment. As she walked past, her shoulder gently brushed against his chest, causing her cheeks to suddenly heat up. She swallowed, and shook the thoughts out of her head once again. “Let’s get cooking, I’m starving.” She chuckled to hide her awkwardness, kicking off her boots and placing them near the door. “That’s why I invited you over, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow with a sarcastic smile. “Don’t get snarky, I’ll beat your ass.” She joked and threw one if his throw pillows at him. He caught it and tossed it back on the couch. “That’s because it’s the only part of my body you can reach.” He teased, causing her to glare. “Bitch.” She chuckled. “Jerk.” He replied. “Just show me the recipe.” She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. Niall’s smile grew as he followed her. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her with the recipe pulled up. “Seems doable.” Her eyebrows flexed together as she read. The device let out a sudden ding, and a text message from Roman dropped down from the top. /Hey hey hey how’s the date going furfag? xDddd/ She didn’t mean to read it, but couldn’t stop herself. The text made her blush and giggle, causing Niall to snatch the phone away from her out of embarrassment. “Stupid fucking idiot…” He growled, his cheeks growing a fierce crimson. “Sorry about that, you know Roman..” “Yeah, haha,” she chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before walking over to the counter where a deboned chicken sat. “Let’s get this started, eh?” “Please.” He sighed and grabbed some buns out of his pantry and some cheese out of the fridge. He placed the buns in a cookie pan and sprinkled the mozzarella on the bottoms then watched as (Y/n) began to spread the rotisserie chicken evenly over the bread. His eyes absently began to wander her form. Her wide hips, and her beautiful (h/c) hair. Even her (e/c) eyes made his throat tighten as they concentrated on the task at hand. He liked her. A lot. For awhile now he’d been trying to find an excuse to hang out with her, and now that he had one, he couldn’t find many words to explain his feelings. Hell, he doubted she even cared. He was just a face on YouTube, and apparently a lesbian looking one at that. He sighed, earning a glance from his friend. “Everything okay Mr. Pyrosanical?” (Y/n) asked in a mocking tone, using the Stomedy version of his name. He quickly buried all signs of his actual feelings and smiled again. “Aw hell yeah. Just can’t wait to get that meat in my mouth, boi.” He rubbed his hands together, and preheated the oven to bake the sliders. “You love my meat in your mouth don’t you, you dirty snag?” She winked as she spoke in Tracer’s squeaky voice, completely unaware of the thoughts that her words provoked in Niall’s mind. He closed the oven, then leaned against the counter to look at her with an amused expression. “I’d prefer Roadhog.” He replied. “Of course you would.” She rolled her eyes again and began to walk out of the kitchen. “Where you off to?” Niall asked. “I gotta pee, is that alright master Pyro?” She joked. “Only if you put the seat back up.” He called after her, snorting when he got a middle finger in response. A deep breath escaped his lips as he went to respond to Roman. /You dumb asshole she had my phone/ He hit send, and a few moments later his phone buzzed. /How was I supposed to know/ /Cunt/ /Have u smashd her like button yet ;O ;) / Niall pursed his lips and grumbled at Roman’s reply. /Fuck u mate we havent even eaten yet/ /Have dessert first kno what I mean Xd/ /Kill yourself/ /Gladly/ /Gtg u dumb slut/ /Kiss u later gayboy unless she beats me to it/ /Fag/ / <3 / He laughed and put his phone back in his pocket. The suggestive thoughts returned to his mind as he hear (Y/n) finish washing her hands and exit the restroom. “Aaah, much better. My bladder is happy.” She said in a giddy tone. Niall shook his head and chuckled. “What are you laughing at?” She glared. “You.” He smirked. “Well no shit, why?” She crossed her arms with a soft grin. “I dunno.” He lied. “Butthole.” She punched his arm and opened the oven to slide in the pan, then set it to bake. “Better watch your mouth, that kind of language will get your Twitter shut down.” He poked at her. “Mleh.” Her tongue stuck out. She turned around, only to be met by Niall’s chest. His mild scent brought her heart into her throat. She looked up slowly and met his mesmerizing blue-green eyes. His gaze was intense yet gentle at the same time, holding her (e/c) gaze captive. Her heartbeat sped up as one of his hands came up to her cheek. Her hand came up to rest on his chest. “(Y/n)…” He spoke softly, brushing another bit of stray hair out of her face. His confidence grew as her eyebrows began to arch with curiosity. “I need to tell you something.” “What is it, Niall?” Her voice was barely audible. This felt like one of her dreams, and any moment she’d wake up, making her want to hold on so much more. Her fingers dug gently into his hoodie. “I… I like you. A lot. More than a lot actually,” He let out a breathy laugh. “And I wanted to know if you felt the same?” (Y/n) smiled brightly and leaned her face into his palm slightly. “Yeah, I think I do, unfortunately.” She began to giggle but was suddenly stopped by a warm pressure against her lips. It felt as if the world just stopped. Her eyes snapped closed as she melted into Niall’s tall form. Their lips moved together with a new desperation neither of them had felt in some time, until they both had to break off to breathe. (Y/n)’s teeth raked against her bottom lip causing a deep, hungry groan to rumble in Niall’s throat. She could feel the hot tension between them both, and quickly acted. Her soft lips pressed against the underside of his jaw, slowly moving down to his neck. Niall’s grip shifted from her face to her lower back, and then to her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, earning a yelp from her. He grinned with lust-filled eyes, and took advantage of her broken concentration to press his lips back to hers, pushing her back into the warm oven. He broke off, breathing heavily, before placing feverish kisses on her neck and behind her jaw. “Mmh… Niall…” She moaned gently, her grip tightening on his hoodie. Hearing his name spurred a fire deep inside him, causing him to bite down hungrily on the nape of her neck. “Niall!” She yelped out, and pressed her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Fuck, I love that…” He growled and began to guide her out of the kitchen, not once allowing space to grow between their heated bodies. He waited until he felt his couch collide with the back of her knees before pushing her down onto it. Her hands stroked through his soft hair, messing it up further as she continued to kiss him. Niall’s body kept hers caged against the couch, his arms the only things keeping them from being pressed together. Their lips parted for another brief moment, allowing them both to take in the view of each other. (Y/n)’s rosy, warm face made Niall’s breath hitch. “I want you.” He said with his low, predatory voice. His accent was clouded with lust. “I want you too, Niall…” (Y/n) breathed. She ran the pad of her thumb over his defined cheekbone. Her words were enough permission for him to continue his advance. His hand drifted down her torso, stopping at the bottom of her jacket. He began to lift it off of her, leaning back onto his legs so he could use both arms. Once it was off, he threw it onto the chair across the room and then went back for her shirt. She sat, her bare chest exposed to the chilly air of the room. Her arms quickly came up to cover her breasts. Niall’s hands gently gripped her wrists and held them over her head with her consent. “Don’t hide yourself from me… I want to see you.” He kissed her gently on the forehead, a gesture she wasn’t expecting. She let out a moan as he began to kiss her collar bone, and then through the valley of her breasts. He repositioned his hands so that he could gently caress one of them. His lips covered one of her nipples and began to suck. Her wrists twisted and strained against his stern grasp, her breathing grew ragged and littered with moans of arousal. Niall nipped gently at her skin, causing her to yell out once more. “Ah!” Her back arched slightly, and her legs scissored underneath him. He smirked and kissed the mark he had made. His hand grazed the soft skin of her stomach as it made its way to the waistband of her jeans. He thumbed at the button before beginning to pull them off of her legs. She kicked them the rest of the way off. Niall looked down at her as she squirmed and groaned beneath him. Her movements made his pants even tighter than they were. Seeing how desperate she was to touch him, he finally released her. Without hesitation, she grabbed his hoodie and yanked it off of his torso. “You’re such an ass…” She smiled. “Why’s that?” He chuckled, allowing her to remove his shirt. “Making me all heated like that… Shame on you. Especially when you’re not breaking a sweat.” She teased, running her hands through his hair again. He grinned. “That was the aim.” Niall kissed her neck, pushing her back down onto the sofa. He shifted himself so that his hips nestled between hers. His hand rubbed her wetted underwear, being sure to stroke around her core, driving her insane. She pulled at his hair. “Niall please… please…” She begged, pressing her head back into the cusion. He laughed, and slid down her small body until his head was between her thighs. She was beautifully curved, with the perfect amount of weight on her hips and legs. “God you’re hot…” He said against her. She moaned and lifted her hips impatiently, unable to find any other words. “Niall please… Oh my God…” She pleaded with him, her eyes closed tightly. Niall removed her underwear, leaving her completely naked. He took in her beautiful form for a moment before kissing gently around her womanhood. He dipped his tongue into her and licked slowly at first, making it so that he covered her entire entrance. “Ah! Mmh!” (Y/n) bit down harshly on her lip as she felt Pyro slip a finger into her. The sudden pleasure made her head spin. As he began to pump his hand into her, he lifted himself back over her, and pressed their lips together. She moaned against him, unable to speak. His pace quickened a bit, pushing her closer to her peak. “Oh my God… Oh my God… Niall! Niall! I’m gonna cum…” She began to moan with a ferocity. He went harder until stopping suddenly, leaving her gasping. She struggled to keep her breath steady, only able to question him by biting at his lips. He smiled. “I’ve never seen you like this… I love it.” He said. “So vulnerable.” “Sh… Shut up… Asshole…” She sighed out heavily, and pushed her hips into his. He stood up to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his bare erection. (Y/n) gasped inwardly at his size. He was bigger than she had expected. Sitting up, she reached out and took him in her hand, leaning forward to place her lips around him, but she was stopped by a hand on her chin. Niall pulled her eyes to his. “Not now… I can’t wait any longer.” He spoke gruffly. She nodded and lay back down, watching as he pushed himself between her legs once again. She rutted her hips upward, rubbing her core against his length. He groaned and took a sharp breath at the sensation. “Oohh fuck…” He growled and stroked himself against her wet lips. “Please Niall…” She begged again gripping the couch. With a painfully slow action, he began to press his head into her tight entrance. Her muscles tensed around him as he pushed in inch by inch. “Holy shit, (Y/n)…” He gasped, and looked up into her bright (e/c) eyes. His breath quickened abruptly as she bucked her hips into him. His lip curled slightly as he tried his hardest not to slam into her. His teeth dug into her shoulder, both of them beginning to pick up their pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Their bodies rocked together with a mix of skin against skin and horny moans. He thrust into her with a frustrated strength, pressing her into the couch with each movement. “Oohh fuck… fuck… (Y/n)…” His groans grew more feverish as he got closer and closer to his release. “Mhm! Shit! Niall!” She moaned out, rocking her hips along with his, pushing his full length into her. “I’m cumming! Niall!” “Me… too…” Niall gasped, his thrusts growing quicker and more ravenous. Her moans filled his apartment as she began to climax. Niall put a hand over her mouth and muffled her screams. He pushed her to her release before pulling out and stroking himself to his own. He came on her stomach, breathing heavily. All the muscles in his body flexed. “Fuck!” He snarled.

(Y/n) stared up at Niall with tired eyes, and smiled. “You ass.” She sat up and smacked him on the chest. He grinned back and stood to grab a towel to help her clean off. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He snarked. “No you’re not.” She giggled, kissing his shoulder as he wiped her stomach clean. “You’re right, I’m not.” Niall winked and kissed her passionately. She lay back down on the couch and picked his hoodie off the floor to cover herself with. He returned to see her half asleep in his jacket. With a soft smile, he lay down next to her and pulled her to his chest. She grinned in return and snuggled closer. Just as they both got comfortable, the oven let out a loud beep, signaling that their food was done. Niall grumbled, and tightened his grip around (Y/n). “Hey, they were your idea…” She mumbled into his chest. “You’re the one who’s hungry.” He refuted. “Go check the damn oven.” “Fine… But I’m not happy about it.” He sighed and got up from the couch. “Love you.” “Whatever.”

#pyrocynical #pyrocynical fanfiction #pyro #pyrocynical x reader lemon #youtubers #fanfiction #smut #sin #killme #furry #supernaturaleasteregg

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ricciardont · 6 years ago

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#so today was my day off #but of course i was in from 0930 until 1700 #because we’re travelling tomorrow!!!!!#and im in charge #oh heck #im so excited for 10 days away but like also i have so much to do and i still need to pack and im exhausted and love island is on and #i still need to shower and wash my hair and i still need half my kit to dry #and im so anxious about tomorrow and how its gonna go #i just hope we get there ok #then i can relax #but by the end of it #i worked out #i will have had 1 day off in 21 days #and that was the sunday just gone #so thats fun #gtg

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justlookfrightened · 8 years ago

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Second Part of Neighbors AU, Chapter 2

Read the first part of the Neighbors AU starting here or read it on AO3.

Read the first chapter of this fic here, or read this chapter on AO3.

Jack woke with a groan and checked his phone. 11:30. Time to get up and make himself appear human again.

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor before pushing himself up.

He took inventory while he walked to the bathroom. He was sore, yes, but there were no real injuries. Crisse, the morning after games had not felt like this when he was 19. No matter. He would feel better once he got moving.

He brushed his teeth, shaved, and went to the kitchen to put on coffee. He passed the pie again and smiled.

No pie for breakfast, Jack told himself. Dessert. One slice. Did people have dessert with breakfast? Never mind, it was lunchtime. People had dessert with lunch. Sometimes.

He opened the fridge, stopping to touch Eric’s note on the door first. Sure, he would have preferred to come home to find Eric sleeping in his bed -- he could admit that much -- but just the signs that Eric had been here, had been thinking about him while he was gone, were enough to make his insides feel warm.

Which was ridiculous, because they had texted or talked on the phone every day, so of course Eric had thought about him.

Jack wasn’t surprised to find the refrigerator stocked when he opened it; he knew the grocery service was scheduled to come. But this time, he found it organized differently, with containers of vegetables chopped and ready to use. There also were fresh herbs in baggies to go with the line of five or six spice bottles on the counter. It looked like Eric had taken advantage of his kitchen privileges. Good.

Jack pulled out a carton of pasteurized egg whites, spinach, peppers and mushrooms. As he heated a skillet, he texted Eric.

What did you do to my fridge? I can find everything! Thanks for that, and the pie. I’ll have some for dessert. See you soon.

He was sauteeing the vegetables when the return text came.

I hope it’s OK that I made myself at home, Eric wrote. I did some make-ahead dinners for you too. They’re in the freezer for when you don’t want to cook. Are you making something now?

Jack added the egg whites to the skillet, gave everything a stir, and snapped a picture to send to Eric.

Egg white omelet? Eric texted back. It would taste better if you added just one yolk. Try snipping some fresh parsley (from the fridge) over it when it’s done.

Jack pulled the skillet off the burner and used a spatula to push his eggs and vegetables onto a plate, then found the parsley and added some flecks of bright green on top. It did look nice, Jack thought, taking another picture to send to Eric.

More of a scramble than an omelet, he wrote. Omelets are too hard.

This time the reply came back almost immediately.

Really, no. Just no. But I can teach you to make a frittata if you want. :). gtg, we have a line.

Jack ate his breakfast -- somehow, it did taste better with the parsley -- and then cut himself a narrow slice of pie before doing a quick series of stretches and taking a shower. After he dressed, he checked email and spent some time watching tape on the Falconers’ next opponent, but he felt restless. This was the time other guys spent playing video games or hanging out with their girlfriends or families. Any down time during the season was precious, and the coaches would probably tell him to get his mind off hockey for a while.

Normally, he would pick up a book and read, but he felt like he needed to get out. He didn’t want to exercise, per se -- he was hoping Eric would come to the rink with him later, and he could get his cardio in then -- so maybe a walk in the neighborhood would do. Fresh air was always good.

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Chowder had just taken the dishes back to wash them and Eric was running over instructions for the afternoon with Dex when the door jingled and Jack walked in.

It had been five days, and Eric had forgotten just how handsome Jack was.

His cheeks were pink from the chilly air, and his eyes were bright, and his ridiculous bangs were pushed against his forehead by the beanie he wore. His shoulders seemed to fill the doorway inside his coat, and his legs were long and strong in a way that the loose track pants did not disguise. His sneakers were blue -- not the yellow monstrosities he wore to run -- and his hands were bare and huge.

“Uh, Bitty?” Dex was trying to get his attention back, but smirking at the same time..

“So if we run out of the currant scones, use the blueberry ones from the rack, and there are more lemon bars if we need them? Anything else? Uh, hi, Jack. Did you want something?”

“No, just Eric here.”

Eric smiled at Jack, absurdly pleased at the possibility that Jack had made a (very mild) innuendo on purpose, then turned back to Dex. “That’s it, I think. You can text me if you need to know anything.”

To Jack, he said, “Just let me get my things. I’ll be right out,” and went into the back of the bakery.

The dishwasher was running and Chowder was tidying the kitchen.

“I’ll come back tonight to make sure everything’s ready for the morning,” Eric told him. “You can go if you want. It’s OK if you stay with Dex, though, if you want the hours.”

“Tell you what,” Chris said. “I’ll stay until 2:30, then I’ll come back at 4:30 and do what needs to be done with Dex. We’ll deposit the money and get everything ready and you take the night off. You deserve it. Go see a movie or something. Have fun with your boyfriend.”

Eric considered for a moment. Everything was pretty well set; he didn’t usually do any actual baking at night unless he had a special order. It was more just checking the deposit, checking the menu for the next day and making sure everything they needed was on hand, seeing that the napkin holders and such were full. To be honest, most nights it was just a way to reassure himself that he had everything ready, and Chowder and Dex could handle it when they closed. Probably.

“All right. If you’re sure you don’t mind,” Eric said.

Chowder grinned. “Of course not! Good luck with your apartment!”

Eric picked up the neatly boxed pie for Meaghan -- apple, because he didn’t know if she liked pumpkin or pecan, or even sweet potato, and he refused to use frozen berries or peaches -- and joined Jack in the front.

“Looks like I’ve got the night off,” he said. “Ready?”

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In the end, Jack didn’t know what Eric had been worried about. Of course the management company was happy to keep Eric as a tenant, and to keep Jack happy. It didn’t hurt that Jack had already had an attorney contact the company. He offered to go over the wording of a potential agreement for Jack to guarantee Eric’s security deposit and last month’s rent, and they had agreed. This was really just a formality.

Jack was pretty sure that Eric didn’t know the agreement went further than just guaranteeing the deposit and rent for six months: In it, Jack agreed to cover any damages Eric caused to his apartment until such time as Eric had paid the deposit and last month’s rent in full, and the agreement became void. That meant the company was actually taking less of a risk now than it would be when the deposit was paid. Jack’s attorney had wanted to fight that, but Jack had seen that as a guarantee that they wouldn’t want to kick Eric out in the unlikely event he hadn’t quite finished paying in six months’ time, and he told the attorney it was fine. As long as Eric didn’t burn the whole building down, everything would be fine.

Formality or not, it was an education in charm to watch the way Eric greeted Meaghan, presented her with the pie (“This one’s just for you, for taking the time to meet with us. If you want one to share with the maintenance staff, you just let me know”), chatted about how much he loved the building (“The location is perfect, and it’s so clean and well-maintained. In the afternoons, the light practically makes my apartment glow. I really couldn’t imagine a better place to live”), and smiled through her warnings that he must pay the costs over the next six months. Well, she probably meant them as warnings. By the time they got to that part, she was grinning back at Eric, totally won over.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Eric said, signing the lease that would keep him in the studio for the next year.

Then there was an awkward bit when she asked about why Jack offered to do this, but Eric covered that as well, laughing and saying, “I’ve become piemaker to the Providence Falconers. Jack’s teammates would kill him if anything happened that made me move away.”

“Your teammates must love you,” she said, smiling widely at Jack. “You sure know how to take care of people, don’t you?”

“Uh, not particularly,” Jack said, throwing a glance at Eric, whose face was blank. “This just seemed like a problem I could help with.”

“Maybe I have a problem you could help with too,” Meagan said, tossing her hair over her shoulder and leaning in. “Seeing as you’re so … helpful.”

Crisse, she wasn’t even being subtle.

“Do you need tickets to a game or something?” Jack asked. “I mean, I know you could buy your own, but sometimes people ask for charity auctions and things. Or maybe you want me to sign something? Besides this contract, I mean?”

She sat up at the reminder of the business at hand, and said, “No, nothing like that. I just thought that maybe sometime you’d want to help a girl out.”

“Tell you what,” Jack said, signing and dating the contract and pushing across the table towards her. “My local attorney’s name and number are on that. They like to keep track of any commitments I make, so if you need me to help with something, give her a call. Thanks for your help on this.”

He shoved his chair back and headed out of the office and towards the elevator. Eric followed, offering his own, far more gracious, thank yous. “And really, if you have any kind of event that you need baked goods for, please let me know,” he was saying. “I’ll give you the friends-and-family discount.”

Jack smirked to himself, wondering if Eric could actually stop himself from giving pies away for free. Well, maybe for Meaghan.

As soon as the elevator door closed behind them, Eric cocked his head and said, “Is that what you do when anybody hits on you? Tell them to contact your lawyer?”

“Not always,” Jack said. “But when they do it in front of my boyfriend, and they won’t take a hint, yes.”

“But she didn’t know I was your boyfriend,” Eric pointed out.

“I know, and maybe I was little more …”

“Rude?”

“Brusque than usual, because I wanted to just grab your hand or put my arm around you or kiss you to make it obvious, and I couldn’t,” Jack said. “Also, she doesn’t like hockey, and the only part of me that fits her type is my checkbook.”

“How do you know that?” Eric asked.

“Because while she clearly has been told what I do for a living, she didn’t know enough about me to realize that the money wasn’t a big deal to me until I played it down as a favor to a friend,” Jack said. “I mean, maybe I’m flattering myself, but I think most even semi-interested hockey fans have some idea that we get paid a lot. And once she realized, then she started acting interested.”

“True,” Eric said, but he was looking somewhere below the panel of buttons, not at Jack.

“I was just thinking that if I had come onto you, maybe after we started seeing each other in the elevator a lot, you might have done the same thing to me,” Eric said. “Seen me as someone just trying to take advantage. And here I am, taking advantage.”

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The doors slid open and Eric slipped out, Jack behind him.

He knew his face was turning red and and it was all he could do to not bury it in his hands while he hurried to his apartment.

Fuck, why couldn’t he just be normal? Why couldn’t he just appreciate this gorgeous, sweet man that God had seen fit to drop on his literal doorstep? Why did he have to make everything weird?

“This is why you can’t have nice things,” he was muttering to himself as he passed Jack’s door.

“Eric, wait,” Jack said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not taking advantage. Not at all. I offered to do this because I think it stinks that you would have to move out of a place you like -- where you can afford the rent, even -- just because of a deposit. And you know it’s almost certainly not going to cost me anything, anyway. And I like you, and I like having you around, so it’s good for me too.”

Eric had stopped and turned around to face Jack.

“Come on, Eric, please don’t make me beg for forgiveness for guaranteeing your deposit,” Jack said. “I mean, I will if I have to.”

He put on puppy-dog eyes that made Eric smile, and then giggle.

“I know I’m being all weird and awkward, and I’m sorry,” Eric said. “It’s just hard not being able to support myself, you know?”

“You are supporting yourself,” Jack said. “Nearly everyone gets some help. It’s just, most people get it from their parents or or grandparents or something. But it’s no reflection on you if your parents aren’t in a position to do that.”

Jack unlocked his door and stepped aside to let Eric in.

“Maybe we can nap a little before we skate?” he said.

“Uh, sure,” Eric said. “But I think you should know my parents probably could have loaned me the money. If I asked, probably they would’ve. But it would have come with a lecture about how it would be so much less expensive if I moved back home, and why do I have to live so far away?”

“Because you like it better here?” Jack hazarded, taking Eric’s hand and drawing him to the bed where Jack was sitting.

Eric sat next to him and took Jack’s huge hand between both of his. Somehow its very size kept him grounded.

“Because there, the only good queer is a closeted queer,” Eric said. “And I don’t want to live that life. Not to mention, I’d never find anyone who’d pay more than $12 for a pie in Madison.”

Jack gently pulled Eric down and settled behind him, an arm over his waist to keep him close. “The heathens,” he said. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here, and if anyone’s taking advantage, it’s me. I’m far more popular with the team now that I bring you around. Nutritionists kind of hate me, though.”

Eric snuffled a laugh and squirmed closer before he felt his body quiet and he was dropping off to sleep.

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Jack woke after a half-hour and listened to Eric sleep for a few minutes.

He didn’t precisely snore, Jack thought, but he snuffled a bit, especially once Jack shifted to wrap an arm around his shoulder and Eric started to wake, rubbing his face into Jack’s T-shirt. It was adorable.

“If you want to go skate, we should probably get up,” Jack murmured. “But we could just stay here if you want.”

Eric snuggled closer for a moment, then pulled back. “Tempting as that is, I should go,” Eric said. “I’m better when I get regular exercise, and I couldn’t go yesterday.”

“Better?”

“Calmer, at least. Usually in a better mood. Not as liable to overreact to things.”

Jack nodded. He hadn’t ever really lived without lots of physical activity, at least, not when he was healthy, but he knew that even missing a day could make everything feel off and ratchet up his anxiety.

“I get it,” Jack said. “My anxiety is worse if I can’t get activity. That’s why I always try to do something, even if it’s an off day.”

“Like today is supposed to be for you?” Eric asked, sitting up.

“Well, like it is for some of the guys,” Jack said. “Our coaches and trainers know that I need to do at least a little bit of cardio or get on the ice to feel right, and they help me plan for that.”

“Tell you what,” Eric said. “I’ll bring my hockey gear and we can just skate together today. That way you won’t have to face an elliptical or a treadmill.”

Jack sat on the edge of the bed to pull his shoes on.

“OK,” he said. “But I really don’t mind the machines. Especially not if I can watch you while I’m using them.”

“No pads, though, OK?” Eric said.

“No pads,” Jack agreed. “I’m not going to be hitting you.”

“And when we’re done, we can come back here and I’ll make dinner.”

“I can help,” Jack said. “Do we need to pick anything up?”

“I don’t think so,” Eric said. “Believe me, I probably know the contents of your fridge and pantry better than you do right now. Unless you want something to drink besides water or beer or I guess juice or milk.”

“No, it’ll be water for me,” Jack said. “I don’t usually drink the night before a game.”

“Then I think we’re good,” Eric said. “Ready to go?”

Jack felt like preening when they took the elevator down and walked through the lobby to the parking garage, Eric next to him, heading directly to his car like he belonged there. He hit the button to unlock the doors and Eric put his bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat.

“How long before the seat warmers kick in?” he asked as Jack settled behind the wheel.

“Seconds,” Jack promised. “But you can’t seriously be cold?”

“Can I be unseriously cold?” Eric chirped, and Jack smiled. It seemed like just the prospect of ice time worked to dispel his earlier mood. Or maybe it was the nap.

“Didn’t your parents tell you could be whatever you wanted?” Jack returned.

This time, Jack and Eric went directly to the dressing room to put on their skates, and Eric left his bag in front of Jack’s locker. They brought a bucket of pucks and a net onto the ice, and once they had warmed up, they took turns shooting on net. Then Eric fed Jack puck after puck as he practiced one-timers, forehand and backhand, from different positions on the ice.

After Jack had taken so many shots he’d lost count, he said, “Let me feed you some.”

Even after skating with Eric a couple of times, Jack was surprised at how easily Eric handled his passes. He could catch a puck in stride, at speed, and let it go without a pause, or keep skating and dish it back without looking.

It wasn’t like being in a real game, of course. Jack knew that when you were facing opponents who wanted the puck as much as you did, who were willing to push and shove and hit to get it, everything was different. But still, Eric’s skills were impressive for someone who hadn’t picked up a hockey stick until high school. His speed was unreal, but at least Jack knew where that came from.

“Did you ever think about playing professional hockey?” Jack asked when they stopped for water. “If you’d started a little earlier, there would have been people scouting you, I’m sure.”

He saw Eric’s eyes widen.

“Oh, um, no, I’m too small,” Eric said.

“There’re some smaller guys, about your size,” Jack said. “Martin St. Louis’s five-eight, and his number’s retired. Gerbe’s only five-five. And they’re all really fast, and really skilled.”

“You’re forgetting,” Eric said. “I used to collapse if anyone so much as bumped into me with a check. I got better, but I was never good enough to play too much. I probably wouldn’t have been able to play at all if I wasn’t fast enough to avoid most of the hits.”

Maybe Jack was reading too much into it, but he thought Eric sounded a little sad.

“Well, you’re really incredible,” Jack said. “To play hockey and to figure skate? I could never do what you can.”

“Oh, come on, I could probably teach you a jump or two, but the team would have a fit,” Eric said. “Maybe I could teach you to make a pie?”

“You’re on,” Jack said.

Then, just because he could, he said, “Tag! You’re it!” and skated away.

They spent the rest of their time playing tag on the ice like they were squirts again. That might have been the last time Jack had so much fun, Jack thought, at least so much fun not attached to a championship.

****************************

When they saw Rick wave on his way to get the zamboni out, Eric and Jack collected the pucks and dragged the net off before heading back to the locker room.

Eric then realized that both of them needed showers.

Would Jack expect to shower at the same time? Not to say together, because that implied things that were not going to happen what was, actually, Jack’s workplace. Eric couldn’t really articulate a reason not to: They’d been in bed together with no clothes on, for goodness sake. Why couldn’t they get cleaned up next to one another?

Because it would be weird and awkward and Eric wouldn’t know where to look, he thought. Or what to do with the idea of Jack looking at him.

Jack cut through his worries by asking, “You want the first shower?”

“Uh, sure,” Eric said, stripping his sweaty clothes off and wrapping himself in a towel without looking up. “Back in a minute.”

It wasn’t much longer that that when he came back and found Jack already wrapped in his own towel.

“Right back,” Jack said, and as soon as he was gone, Eric dropped his towel and started tugging his clothes on. By the time Jack returned, he’d left the main changing area to comb his hair in front of the mirror, giving Jack a modicum of privacy to change. Soon, Jack’s reflection appeared over Bitty’s shoulder, and he swept a comb through his hair once, twice, and then said, “Almost ready?”

Bitty grabbed his jar of pomade off the counter and said, “Whenever you are.”

************************

Jack truly didn’t know what he had done to get so lucky.

He wouldn’t have said he had a type, but now he knew Eric was it, with his golden hair, pink cheeks and lips, and strong, compact body. He wondered what it said about him that he was fascinated by how much of Eric’s back one of his hands could cover. Or, more honestly, that he could cup half of Eric’s bottom in one hand. He decided not to think about it. Dinner. They were going to go back to his apartment and make dinner.

“What were you planning to make tonight?” Jack asked, starting the car up to go home..

“Nothing fancy,” Eric said. “Just some sauteed chicken and potatoes. I brought home a loaf of Italian bread, and we’ll put together a salad.”

“Sauteed chicken like you did before?”

“Similar cooking method, but different vegetables and flavors,” Eric said. “I’m guessing you like olives, because there was a jar in the fridge. Anyway, we should be able to be eating in under an hour.”

When they got home, Eric went to stow his bag in his apartment and tapped lightly at Jack’s unlocked door before letting himself in. Jack was standing in the kitchen, staring into the open fridge.

“Where did all of this come from?” Jack asked. “I saw it before, but look at this. I see my usual groceries, but where did all these other things come from?”

“I may have done some shopping,” Eric said, reaching around to grab a wire basket of tiny red potatoes that Jack knew had not been on his grocery list. “I just ended up storing things things here because I was doing more cooking in here.”

“So these are your groceries?” Jack said, then saw Eric almost visibly step back from him. “No, it’s fine, just, are there things I shouldn’t use? Things you want me to save for you?”

“Oh, uh, not especially,” Eric said. “If there ever is, I’ll let you know. I just tried to get things that would go with what the delivery service brought. Which we need to talk about. There are sources of protein besides boneless, skinless, flavorless chicken breast.”

“Uh, OK,” Jack said.

“I know they’re easy to cook, but Lord, Jack, looking at what you had in this kitchen, did you even try to make them taste good?” Eric said. “Never mind. You’ve got me now.”

Jack certainly hoped so.

“And for lunch, or when I’m not around for whatever reason, there’s some meals prepared and portioned in the freezer,” Eric said.

Jack opened the freezer and saw two neat stacks of containers. Chicken enchiladas, chicken pot pies, chicken and broccoli casserole.

“Eric, I was gone for five days,” Jack said. “When did you do all this?”

“I missed you?” Eric said, looking up from where he was chopping a tomato. “And you have a very nice kitchen to cook in.”

“And here I thought you liked me,” Jack said. “It was my kitchen you were after the whole time. What can I do to help?”

“Dice that onion?”

“Sure,” Jack said, but as soon as he picked up a knife, Eric put down his own and said, “Let me show you how.”

By the time the potatoes were roasted, Eric had sauteed the chicken and the vegetables and he put them all in the pot with the potatoes and some wine.

“We just need to let all that heat through together and it will be ready,” he said.

They put the bread Eric brought and the salad he had helped Jack make on the table, then Eric served up plates from the pot in the kitchen and carried them over.

“This smells great, Eric,” Jack said. “Thanks. When I cook for myself, it never looks or smells like this.”

Eric grinned and said, “It’s not really hard. I’m happy to do it.”

“But you don’t have to do it all the time,” Jack said. “You know that, right? I mean, it’s wonderful that you like to cook, but you don’t have to.”

“I know,” Eric said. “But you’re doing so much for me. I want to do something for you, too.”

“I’m really not doing that much for you,” Jack said. “And you don’t have to do things for me. I just like being with you. You make me feel good, and we have fun.”

“We do, don’t we?” Eric asked, looking up at Jack. “And I had fun cooking with you tonight.”

After dinner, Jack and Eric washed up before settling on the couch. Jack turned on the television, just for background noise, and pulled Eric down so his head rested on Jack’s chest and Jack could run his fingers over the short hair at the sides of Eric’s head.

“Stay here tonight?” he said.

“I have to work in the morning,” Eric said. “I have to get up …”

“I know, at 4:30,” Jack said.

“And you have a game tomorrow night,” Eric said.

“I know,” Jack said. “But I’d really like to fall asleep with you. And if I wake up when you leave, I’ll go back to sleep, I promise.”

Eric leaned up and looked at Jack’s face, looking for something. He must have found it, because he sat up further and said, “If you want. But we should probably get to bed. Morning comes early for me.”

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School with the MAGCON boys pt 3

I Wake up the next morning in Nash’s arms, something felt strange. i made the wrong decision my dad’s gonna kill me...

I wriggle my way out of his arms and put my bathrobe on.

“ZAHRA ARE YOU AWAKE! IT’S 8:30?!” My dad calls me from downstairs.

“Im just gonna brush my teeth and wash my face.” I replied...

I pick my phone up and see tons of texts from shawn.

Zahra? you ok? where are you? i need to tell you something... ARE YOU MAD AT ME?! I KNEW IT YOUR WITH NASH!

SHAWN! im fine!!!!

you ok?

and yes i WAS with Nash.

also im not mad at you, why would i be?

You got me worried... well Mahogany might be mad at you...

What Shawn why?

she told you not to speak to Nash and you did... i have no part in this so if anything goes down don’t include me!

she cant control me... i can talk to whoever i want!

well i agree with you. It’s just that...

????

He’s dating Darcy Thorton...

WHAT?! NOW IM PISSED OFF.

Yup. you need to talk to him now!

Boi you think im gonna just talk to him?! Im gonna bitch slap this child.

go girl! well gtg my dad’s making pancakes.

bye be safe shawnie!!!

I put my phone in the pocket of my robe. i then turn to see Nash as he sat up rubbing his eyes. “Morning!” i say trying to cover up my anger

“Morning beautiful”

“Hey Nash quick question..”

“yeah?”

“are you in a relationship?”

“Well you see... um.. i.”

“Yes.Or.NO?” I say more sternly.

“I kinda broke up with her two weeks ago...”

“Darcy Thorton?”

“How do you know?”

“I have my sources..” I say relieved that Shawn was in my life

“I lied... Last night...”

“WHAT?”

“I came because darcy was outside my house knocking on the door screaming my name and saying that she loves me and she wants me back. so when i was walking home after Dropping you off I see My mum looking at me from the bedroom window signaling me to sneak into the backyard. i did so and then Hayes Handed me a bag and told me to run. I then ran from the back to the front yard and Darcy saw me, she then ran after me but slowly lost me, i was in Matt’s Neighborhood so i went to his house and played video games for a few hours. i needed a place to sleep but Matt said there was no space so i figured you’d let me stay...”

“Oh.. Right. well i guess thats ok but you should’ve told me.. that she was after you.”

“Your my only girl. Only you. no one els.” he smiled at me.

“You need to brush your teeth...”

“I have my toothbrush”

we both went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth we then tried to creep downstairs until this happened...

I walked into the kitchen trying to distract my dad while he made waffles for breakfast as Nash attempted to hide under the dining table.

“So dad hows work?” I say trying to sound interested.

“Hunny.”

“Yes father?”

“I know.”

“What?!”

“Tell the boy to come out its fine. i heard your conversations my room is nextdoor you know?”

“You surprise me sometimes...”

Nash appeared in the doorway of the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“Come sit down son and tel me bout yourself.”

I felt so embarrassed, i mean yes its great having a young relateable dad and all but sometimes he brings out the really “Dad” side of him and its just weird.

he asked questions about school, parents, siblings me.. really “Dad” stuff.I kinda enjoyed watching Nash answer his questions, it made me feel like i wasn’t alone.

_3:30_

Nash and i were sitting together on the sofa watching Paranormal Activity as i hugged him tight. i was scared i held him tight and he kept his arm around me holding me close.

“Hey you wanna go to a party at 4?”

“Sure whatever but dont expect me to look like a supermodel.”

I got up and went to my room and got dressed into something more “Suitable” for this occasion. I Wore a Black skater skirt, Blue shirt and a pair of black vans. i then put my hair up in a pony tail and applied some makeup. I run back downstairs and find Nash wearing a Red “Obey” t-shirt and bluejeans. he had a cute little smirk on his face, he looked me up and down he then licked his lips. “Hey.” I say quietly. “You look good...You ready?” he says with a bit of a sexy tone, it kinda turned me on a little. “Yeah... on sec” i then poke my head upstairs and shout. “PAPA IM GONNA GO OUT SEE YA AT DINNER! IM TAKING THE KEYS!!” i then take my hoodie from the coat hanger and put my phone and keys in the pocket. i then held Nash's hand and we walked to the driveway to his house he came out of the garage in a black jeep. i sat in the front next to him. we were driving for about 20 mins until we got to a house where there were a bunch of other teenagers drunk or high. there were flashing lights and alcohol bottles everywhere including a sprinkle of condom wrappers The music was almost deafening. we walked in and i noticed Mahogany and Shawn in the corner of a small room with a closet filled with vodka and a table in the middle. i let go of Nash’s hand and run to go and hug my two bestfriends.”Guys!!!”

“what are you doing here?!” shawn asked

“....” Mahogany didnt say anything

“I just wanted to be out of the house...”

“OK I’M SO SORRY IM SUCH A BAD FRIEND ZAHRA PLEASE DONT HOLD A GRUDGE AGAINST ME!!!” mahogany sounded so sad. she hugged me tight.

“How could i be mad at you?! your my bestfriend!” I say hugging her back.

“Hey dont forget me!” Shawn said jokingly he then joined us in the group hug.

“How about a we get some drinks.” says Mahogany releasing us from the hug.

“Sure!” I say enthusiastically.

as we walk into what was meant to be the kitchen i notice two people making out. I took a closer look and notice who it was. Nash and Darcy. I feel tears roll down my face as i run up to Nash and slap him. all i could get out of my mouth was. “I Trusted you. and you threw it away.” I stormed out of the front door dragging Shawn and Mahogany with me. They notice me sobbing and sit me down on a bench outside the house. “I should've known...” i whispered

“Its not your fault” Replied mahogany.

“Dont cry il sing for you” Shawn says.

“You guys are the best. but...”

“What? But what?” they both say confused.

“Im gonna have to go soon... like out with my dad. I cant get too attached. I guess i learnt that the easy way. I never even had a mother to get attached to.” Depressing thought flooded my mind before being interrupted by Nash.

“Please Zahra i didnt mean to!”

“ Just leave me alone.” tears kept pouring out of my eyes.

Before i knew it the guys all surrounded me. Matt holding my hand along with Shawn. I didnt know Matt that well but from all i could collect he was a friend he was kind, nice and he didnt look too bad.

“I haven’t got time for you. I didnt think you were that type of person. Im not sorry Nash and i hope you have a good life jumping from hoe to hoe without being held down by someone who cares about you.” I let go of their hands and started walking. Matt ran after me and before i knew it he caught up.

“Hey you ok?” He asked, concerned.

“Nope. It wouldn't even work im probably gonna go live in London with my grandparents...” I was actually sad. I kinda liked it here.

“Nash is a jerk sometimes, he barely has a brain in that head of his, but he really likes you. I mean seriously all the guys are into you...”

“Are you?” I ask curiously.

“Wow this is... weird... well yeah. i guess.” He started blushing. i wiped my tears away and gave him a cheeky smile.

“Well i dont even know how im gonna get home.” For a second i kinda felt a spark with matt. but that all went when it came to the fact that he had a dog. I have a Major problem with dogs. They chase me. all the time. When i was 6 i was attacked by a dog and it bit my leg. i have a scar but its kinda faded.

“Ill drop you off...”

“HOW DOES EVERYONE KNOW MY ADDRESS????!!!”

“J told all of us, guess he kinda go a bit excited...”

-----Getting home-----

Matt drops me off home. i walk into my house and see my dad in the dining room setting up the table for three... I run and hug him tight. All i could say was “I dont wannna grow up papa”

“Hunny whats wrong?!” He sounded concerned.

Instantly i started breaking down into tears and told him everything.

“Hunny, sometimes boys and men do things when they’re drunk... i dont blame you for bring upset anyone would, but think rationally. what he did was unacceptable, but you have to let him know how you feel before walking away. sweetheart i know you love him a lot. Your a strong girl like your mother. You can do this. I’m sorry that we’re always moving around. but we’re gonna stay here a little longer, only until your 16 in july. 3 days after your birthday we’re going home. Going back to your Grandparent’s house in London our journey is over soon so go have fun.” Getting that lecture from him made me feel better. I hugged him tight before i said “Dad, i bet mum loved you lots, you always know the right things to say.” I hear the doorbell ring and i run to open it. As i open the door its pushed open by everyone i had met in school bombaring me with hugs. “Guys i need to breath!!!” they all back away and i lead them into the living room. we all sat on the floor and started speaking. There were some people I didnt recognize but Shawn introduced me to them. I knew pretty much everyone we were all like a family.my dad brought dinner for all of us, There was Cameron Dallas, Jack J,Jack G,Matthew Espinosa, Taylor Caniff, Arron Carpenter, Carter Reynolds, Mahogany, Shawn and me. we were all talking about stuff and i kind of opened up to them, my dad watched us talk with a smile. i guess he was happy that i had people who loved me like a parent, shared secrets like a sibling, opened up like an aunt or uncle and stood by me like friends.

They all left around 10 o’clock so i decided that i was gonna call it a night and put on my jammies. I took my makeup off and took a long look in the mirror and smiled. i just said to myself “Gosh Zahra sometimes things can be hard just keep getting back up and you’ll be ok...” I leave the bathroom and take one last look out my window before i ended my night. I then saw a dark shadow fun past my window. I dont think much of it and i close my curtains. *knock on window* i look back at the window and see Nash standing there.” i open it.

“What do you want?!” I say firmly not letting any of my emotions show..

“Please... let me talk to you...” i could tell he was pretty upset with himself. i let him in and shut the window.

“You have 5 mins... please dont waste it.”A part of me still loves him, and always will..

“Look, i have no excuses. I wont say she came on to me because that would be a lie. and i wont say i came onto her because that would also be a lie. i was drunk out of my mind. my had hurt and i didnt know where you were. I thought i saw you but then i blacked out the next thing i knew i was having a make out sesh with Darcy Thorton. What im trying to say is. You might not like me the way you did before. You might not see me the way you did before. and i understand. And god i wouldn’t mind having my heart broken by you having my heart broken by you would be a pleasure. But your forgiveness is all i need. Do you forgive me?” He really meant it. he really put thought into it.

“Of course i forgive you” I leaped into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight. I lifted my head away from his shoulder, we stared directly into each others eyes before we had a blissful kiss. That kiss turned into a full on make out session, Our tongues danced as we kissed. he then laied me down on my bed and gave me a kiss. He was about to leave before i told him he could stay here, with me. “Please stay... I really need you here please...”

“Anything for you...”

He undressed only wearing his boxers. I bit my lip, i cant lie he looked hot. he then made his way to my bed and cuddled me to sleep and just as i was half asleep he says “goodnight sleeping beauty...” and i just whisper “Goodnight prince charming...”

#nash grier #taylor caniff #cameron dallas #carter reynolds #arron carpenter #jack gilinsky #jack johnson #magcon #shawn mendes #mahogany lox

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