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Wolverine x f!reader

MIND READER

Summary: Your parents sent you to your older sister Jean Grey to spend more time with her. However, you had no idea that one of her colleagues would also want to get to know you, but in a much deeper way.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, age gap, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), little bit of choking, unprotected sex (p i v), loss of virginity, cum play, aftercare, kinda fluff

“C'mon sis, don't look so grumpy” Jean said to you as you make your way to the X-men Mansion. You sigh and roll your eyes with arms firmly tangled on your chest.

“It's gonna be fun…my friend's are nice” she keep tried to ease the situation, that you're going to stay in this school for gifted for a week. It was your divorced parents stupid command, to get closer to your sister. You would rather eat a moldy banana with mayonnaise, but unfortunately, you had no other choice. Not even the banana.

When you walk in, your eyes widened as you saw the enormous place from the inside. From the outside, it looked really boring and old, so you were pretty surprised that it looked really fancy. “You're living in this?” you asked Jean and she nodded with a giggle afterwards. “Trust me, this is just the beginning” she said and you follow her through the halls.

You tried to avoid all the students passing by and you immidiately understood why it's called school for gifted. All of them were mutants. You didn't have to read everyone's minds to realize that, some of them were clearly obvious, because of their unusual physical form. Some of them looked pretty normal, but they were giving you a weird energy, not the typical one from a normal human.

“So, act nice and don't be mean 'kay?” Jean stopped at the last door on the end of the hall. You nodded annoyingly and put a fake smile, as soon as she opens the door and walked in. “Hey guys!” you peeked behind Jean and quickly scan all of the people that were in the room.

“So as I promised, I'm here to introduce my little siser!” She stepped aside to reveal you, making you anxious at all the eyes being glued to your face. You waved at them and suck your lips into a thin akward line. “So that's her!” a pretty tall man with a weird glasses on his eyes walked towards you, his hand in front of you. You claim his head and shake it, reading his mind without permission. *She's really just like her sister, beautiful* you made a disgusted face, trying to keep smilling.

“Hey, I'm Jean's boyfriend-“ “Scott Summers” you cut him off and finishing his sentence, leaving him speechless. Suddenly, you felt a painful ringing in your ears that Jean gave you as a warning. You promised her you wouldn't read these people's minds, but you can't help it, it's your natural instinct.

“How did you-“ “Don't worry about that” you cut him off, again, and quickly put a convincing smile. The next person who shake your hand was a blonde pretty girl, that looked really sweet. However, when you tried to read her mind, there was no thoughts about you, but about herself. She wasn't happy with herself, with her powers. You started feeling bad for her.

“Mystique” she smilled, even tho you knew it was fake. You wish you could help her, but this wasn't the best time and place to do that. Maybe another time. “Hey kid” a blue furry beast was approaching you and you startled by his deep voice and visage. “H-hey” you carefully grabbed his hand, which looked like a lego peace in his palm. “Hank McCoy” he had a white labotary cloak, which you inferred he was probably a scientist.

There were three other people in the room, Storm was radiating the sweetest energy. She was even worried about hurting you, when you were shaking her hand. One of the two men was a gentleman sitting in a wheelchair, who clearly informed you via telekinesis, that he could also read minds. His name was Charles Xavier, apparently he is the founder of all this. And the last but not least guy was looking pretty hot, like really fucking hot.

You felt goosebombs jumping all over your body when he walks towards you. His mischievous grin hits you right into your core, which started unexpectedly pulsating. “Hey kiddo” his deep voice tickled your ears and when you grab his enormous hand, your jaw dropped. Again, you read his mind without authorization. There was imagination of you, naked and being fucked by this man right in this room.

You flinched and released his grip. Your shocked face made that man scoff, before he leaned closer to your face. "Logan, nice to meet ya" he whispered before backing up onto his place, where he was originally standing. You were frozen, your mind was keep replaying that image of his, bended over a table that Charles was sitting behind.

You weren't even woken up by Jean's coughing, which was a clear indication that you should move. When that didn't happen, your sister decided to step in. “Alright! We should probably head away now...right sis?" Jean laugh and shake your body, when she grabbed your shoulder. You nodded, still speechless from Logan's thoughts.

"Bye! See ya later guys!" your sister led you out of the room and the moment the doors close, she tightly grabbed your arms and lower herself to your level. “Hey what's wrong with you?" you felt better now, so you finally answered her properly. "I'm fine" Jean was still firmly holding you, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. "You sure?" you nodded and gave her a fake smile, that convinced her.

Of course, she could read your mind and find out what's really going on in there, but both of you promised each other to not read each other's minds. You've honestly followed this rule since you were little, so why break it now?

“Okay, let me show you this place and then I'll help you unpack your things hm?” you nodded, not that you really have a choice, and walk beside her. However, the thought of Logan still hasn't left you. His soft hair shaped into ears of a beast, his sideburns that beautifully accentuated his face and his coffee coded eyes. God, his eyes were the second thing that stuck in your mind, after that deviant thought about you.

You were folding your clothes and putting them in the wardrobe right opposite your bed. Jean was helping you, using her mind to speed up the job. Few hours passed since you met Jean's colleagues and you still haven't stopped thinking about Logan. You didn't want to mention him in front of your sister, but your curiosity and desire got the better of you.

“So…um what exactly are Logan's powers?” There was pretty quiet silence, before Jean answered. “He has animal-keen senses, which includes healing factor and adamantium skeleton” you hummed and pursed your lips while nodding. Yoi were thinking for a second before asking again.

“So he's immortal?” “More or less... rather delayed aging, but we could easily kill him with our minds” Jean smilled while putting your shirt in the wardrobe. “Why'd you ask?” “Just curious…” surely you weren't just curious, but on the other hand you wanted to know what makes him so speacial to be on the same level as Jean. Seems like having a fury powers pays off.

“And how old is he?” your question caught your sister off guard and when the pieces fell into place, she dramatically gasp. “Do you have a crush on him?!” Fuck. Your eyes widened and you gave her a double look. “No! No I don't-“ “Look at me” Jean knows whenever you lie without using her powers, you always avoid eye contact and play with your fingers. Unfortunately, you did avoid eye contact and played with your fingers.

“I don't I just-“ “Look, I'll be honest with you, Logan is not a good guy,” you finally look into her eyes, when her voice changed into serious one. “He was hitting on me, even tho he knew damn well I was with Scott!” she threw her hands in the air, looking really frustrated while you just innocently stared at her and listen. “He's the type of guy that will use you, before he throws you away like a piece of trash” you incredulously raised your eyebrows. You tried your best to believe, that Jean was lying, but her face was dead serious.

“Really?” You squeal quietly with a disappointment in your soft voice. “Yes…” Jean sigh and came closer to you, when she notice how much that information hurt you. "I want the best for you sis and that's definitely not Logan" she grabbed your arms. "There are plenty of other handsome boys your age, who deserve you a hundred times more than he does" you nodded, even though you were refusing to trust her words. You didn't care about other boys, you cared about Logan.

"I understand, Logan's charm is irreplaceable" Jean acknowledged, making you smirk and nod in agreement. "But still…just don't fall for him 'kay?” you silently nodded, knowing that you already fell for him. You were aware that your sister was just trying to protect you and all that, because it's her responsinility, howerer, emotions cannot be controlled, neither can desire.

It was late at night, the moon was already glowing through the blinds of your room, which was lit just by a small night lamp. Your eyes were glued to small letters of your favorite book. You read word by word, line by line and paragraph by paragraph, until you turned the pages one by one. Time passed but your appetite for sleep was nowhere to be found.

You've no idea what time is it, but thanks to stars in the sky, which gave more light into your room, you deduced that it was pretty late. You naively thought that reading a book would make you tired, but that didn't happen. You didn't feel the slightest hint of tiredness as your mind was filled with thoughts of the man you were forbidden from your sister.

Every nerve in your body, every muscle wanted and still wants to feel Logan's hand like the first time, to hug him, to smell his scent, to feel him. You've probably never been so miserable like that for a man before. It's strange how much emotions can control you.

Since reading didn't help you fall asleep and you needed some sleep, there was only one possible way how to get tired. Coffee. For all the people you know, coffee gives them a boost of energy and wakes them up, but for you, it has the exact opposite effect. A good coffee with milk makes you tired, therefore you are always 100% sure that you'll fall asleep like a baby after it.

Since it was late at night, you didn't want to bother Jean to tell you the way to the common kitchen, so you quietly tiptoeed around the halls by yourself. It took you a while but your sense of direction did not fail you.

You peeked around the corner and besides a beautifully clean and cozy kitchen, you also saw Logan standing there with a beer bottle in his hand. At first, you thought you were just dreaming and already fell asleep, but it felt too real to be just a dream.

“Hey sweetheart” Logan greeted you when you caught his eye. "Hey" a quiet squeak left your lips, as were trying to find a capsule for coffee machine. “Lookin' for somethin'?” “Y-yeah a capsule…” Logan walked closer to you, leaving you breathless as the distance between you was almost immeasurable. He grinned, before his hand opens a cabin above you and handed you a capsule.

You weren't even able to say thank you when he stepped away from you. He insidiously left you full of anticipation just so he left you and don't do anything. You started to get to know his character, he likes to play with people and that's what makes him dangerous, but also so terribly charming.

You turned around and clicked the capsule into the coffee machine. You awkwardly waited for the coffee to be made, as the annoying noise echoed throughout the kitchen. You subtly glanced to the side and immediately dodged, when you noticed Logan watching you.

"Is there any reason you're getting a coffee at this hour?" he stepped forward, but leaving a fair space between. "I can't sleep" you chuckle as you realize how stupid it sounds. "And coffee helps?" you nodded and turned your head over to him. "No argument against taste" he takes a sip from his bottle, signing that his sleeping aid is beer.

You smiled before a soft exhale escaped your lips. You stared at each other and you couldn't help but read his mind. It was a view from third person. You and him in this kitchen just like now, except that you were sitting on the counter while Logan was hungrily kissing you and exploring your whole body with his hands. Your heartbeat raise and you almost melt at the image, when suddenly you went back to reality as a beeb sound from the coffee machine rang in your ears.

You subtly cleared your throat and poured coffee into the mug. But before you could turn around to get a milk from fridge, Logan overtook you. Without a blink of an eye, he was behind you and holding a cartoon milk box. "Need this?" he was standing so incredibly close, his breath was brushing your cold ears. You inhale shakily and nodded.

"Tell me when to stop" he whispered, pouring the milk into the mug already half filled with coffee. You started feeling your core pulsating, but as if that wasn't enough, his free hand touched your weist. You gasp, breath caught in your throat as his grip on your hip tightens. "Tell me when to stop" he repeated himself, his lips now touching your ear, the milk still pouring and his hand on your body slowly moved downwards.

You realize that his sentence had two meanings and wasn't just about milk. When the milk almost overflowed from the mug, he put it on the counter and finally had the opportunity to give you all his attention. Both of his hands were on you, one was going down, second up. You knew this was wrong, that you should've already stop him, but you couldn't. You wanted this, you needed this, you longed for this.

You could sense from his touch that he's being really careful and gentle, which is hardly against his nature. But he would do the sacrifice for you. One of his hand was already up your neck, hugged it lightly, so that he had you under control, while the other was getting dangerously close to your private part. Your eyes were keeping flickering, trying so hard to keep your vision clear but Logan's fingertips were leaving you breathless.

"Do you want it?" he groans, his low voice makes your pulsating faster. You nodded harshly, wanted to say something but all you could manage to do was just a quiet tiny moan. That was enough for Logan. His hand slides under your pajama shorts. He chuckle and moved his head even closer to yours, when he realized you're not wearing any panties. “Coincidence?”

Like everyone, you don't wear any underwear underneath your pajamas, because it's way more comfortable. However, you certainly didn't plan on deliberately not wearing panties, if something like this happened. However, Logan believed the version in his head, that you predicted the future and decided to not wear panties on purpose. Either way, the conclusion is the same, Logan has better access to your core.

You close your eyes and exhale softly, when you felt his cold fingers against your wet folds. "So wet, just because of me?" his rhetorical questions was turning you on even more. His dominance knew no bounds and so did his fingers, that were gently rubbing your labia. You bite your lips when he puts more pressure into his movements, trying not to look like a needy slut, even tho you were.

Everything around you started fading away, the only thing you could focus on was Logan and his fingers on your pussy. You could feel his growing dick trapped in his pants, poking your ass. Your instincts made you move your hips towards his fingers, rhythmically and without realizing provoking his dick. His breath started being cut off more frequently, you tortured him. You desperately wished you could read his mind right now, but you were too overhelmed to do so.

You lost yourself when he slowly insert his finger inside, finally making you whimper and throwing your head back, so you were leaning againts Logan's shoulder. “Oh you like that don't you?” He grinned, watching your scrunched face as he felt your throbbing arousal. His hips lightly rubbed against your ass, trying to feel some friction too.

You started seeing stars even so your eyes were tightly closed. Logan's handy finger was curling inside you, reaching that good spot you could never reach yourself. Wet juicy sound wafted through the kitchen and for a moment, you forgot where you are or what your name is.

“Good girl” he complimented you as he subtly slipped a second finger in. Stretching your walls while holding your neck tightly, showing who's in control, even though it was clear from the beginning. You were enjoying it so much, you had never felt such pleasure before. You move on your tiptoes as you felt the heat, spreading from your crotch to your whole body.

Logan's curling inside you picked up the pace, his hot breaths turned into chuckling, as he felt your clenching around him. "Come on baby" he supported you giving you a last straw. You left a load moan and cum on Logans fingers, before you relaxed and came back from your high. Your chest was moving rapidly, as you tried to catch your breath. Logan laughed and pulled his fingers out of you which he tasted and grunted. He didn't need to say anything to prove how delicious you are.

He released your neck and leaned his elbow on the counter, watching your red face. "You've never been touched before, have you?" he smirk, but before you could answer you heard a familiar coughing. You turn around and saw Jean, leaning against the doorframe. "What're you two doing here?" her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed. You had no idea how long she's been standing there, but you hoped not too long.

"Just talkin'" Logan saved your ass and wanted to leave the kitchen, but Jean grabbed his wrist and looked him deadly in his eyes. "Let me talk to you for a sec" she dragged him into the corridor without leaving him a choice. Jean pathetically thought she tricked you into not hearing their conversation, but she still doesn't realize how strong your telepathic powers are.

*Stay away from her* your sister angrily whispered to Logan, making you feel embarrassed, like you couldn't stand for yourself alone. *If you hurt her, I'll kill you* *Jesus calm down woman! Why should I hurt her?* You were deciding whether to leave or stay, but the second option seems better. You sip from your coffee as you were listening to Jean's confrontation. You couldn't help but think back to Logan's hand placement and even though it was just a few minutes ago, you missed it.

*If I ever see you with her again I-* *Don't worry, you won't, trust me* after that, you heard footsteps walking away. You quickly straightened up and peeked who walked first. When Logan made a quick eye contact with you, you got anxious. What if Jean really intimidated Logan and he meant all his words? But all these negative thoughts fell aside when he winked at you, before leaving your sight. You smiled and giggle under your nose, as you took another sip from your coffee.

"Fuck me sis" Jean breathed out, feeling exhausted like she just ran a marathon, even that it was just a stupid argument with Logan. You raised your eyebrows, your smile not leaving your face. "Somethin' wron-" "Are you serious?" you provoked Jean by pissing her off even more than she already was. "I told you to stay away from him" "Hmm no, you said not to fall for him and that he's a bad guy" you corrected her, keep smiling. She gave you a real nasty look that you've seen just couple of times. Now you knew you are fucked.

"Fine, I'm saying it now. Stay away from him, okay?" you wanted to pull up the fact that you are an adult so that she has nothing to command you, but you didn't want to piss her off even more. She already looked quite tired and it must've been pretty late. That's why you decided to be a good girl and submissively agree to her order. "Great...now go to sleep" satisfied with your answer, she exhaled and gave you another order to fulfill.

"Night sis" you walked past her, devilishly smiling while holding your cup of coffee with both hands. You knew that Jean was losing her temper with you, but you enjoyed it. On the way to your room, you could already feel the fatigue falling on you. But you still thought that if you didn't go get coffee, Logan's fingering would be plenty enough for a sweet sleep.

The next day went smoothly. You started smilling more, stopped being grumpy and helped with cleaning the school. All that happily surprised your sister, but she didn't complain at all. Your work was helpful. You mopped the floors, swept the dust and sorted the textbooks in a library. However, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't do these chores at all. Logan was your only and sufficient motivation.

Since the moment you woke up, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his husky breath tickling your ear, his hand tightly holding your neck, his soft fingers curling inside you, poking your walls until you came. You couldn't stop thinking about him. Your highest record of the day was one minute, when there was uncleanable dirt on the floor and you had to go on all fours and scrub it with great force.

Your heartbeat raises whenever you met Logan in the hall, who gave you a slight smile and wink, creating a waterfall between your legs. The enthusiasm was so strong that you really volunteered to clean everything you could, even with joy. Logan brainwashed you so much without hypnotizing you in any way, he's really dangerous.

The whole day went by pretty quickly and before you blinked twice, it was dark outside again and the moonlight glittered nicely in the reflection of the flying dust. In addition to the high praise and involuntary hug from Jean, you also received recognition from Charles, which is said to be rare or something. Of course you appreciated that, but you didn't do it just for some praise. Your main intention was to meet Logan whenever and wherever you could. You were quite limited, since that order from Jean yesterday, but you always managed to throw a flirtatious smile at each other.

Just as yesterday, you were laying in your bed, reading your favorite book, which you've already read like five times. Even so, you get goosebombs all over your body, whenever you're done reading it. But today was a little different. You were already quite tired. After all, you were like a maid all day and you deserve a long rest, but your body needed something else. You need to feel Logan, at least see him, somehow interact with him. It felt like he was a part of you, of your body and without him, you wouldn't survive a day.

It was pretty late, when you checked the clock it shows an hour after midnight. All the students, including the teachers, are definitely asleep, except for you. Your sexual scenarios about Logan in your head couldn't leave you and your desire grows every second you think about him. If you could, you would have searched his room already, but the fear of Jean catching you again was bigger and kept nudging you in the back of your mind. What if she caught you durring the act? She would definitely send you back home and you can't risk that.

That's why you sigh with disappointment and decided to turn off the lamp and go to sleep, when suddenly your heard a soft knock on the door. You froze, deciding whether to go open the door or just shout from your bed. The first choice seems calmer and quieter. "Hey" you froze when you saw Logan standing in front of you. For a moment there you though his hidden power is mind reading too.

“H-hey” nervously with incomprehension in your voice you widened your eyes, that were filled with expectation. "I hope I didn't wake you up" he gave you puppy eyes that made your heart melt. Yesterday you didn't even have time to take a good look at his majestic face, which you saw properly when you met him for the first time.

"N-no I couldn't sleep anyway" you cough akwardly, your face still surprised from that shock. "Okay and um sorry to bother it's just…I ran out of toothpaste and I was wondering if I could borrow yours?" he shows you his toothbrush and empty toothpaste, looking at you through his thick eyebrows. You look down at the toothbrush, then back up into his chocolate coffee eyes, where you got lost for a moment.

“Yeah, sure come on in” you stepped aside and opened the door wider, leaving space for Logan to walk in. “Thanks, you're a life saver” you chuckle and close the door behind him. Adrenaline was starting to run through your blood at the thought of being alone with Logan in your room this late at night. If Logan could finger you in the kitchen last night, what can he do in your room now?

"Bathroom is?" "Oh right there" you pointed at the door right next to the massive wardrobe. He nodded and smiled, before disappearing in that room. You sat down on your bed, right in front of the bathroom door, staring at them, your mind filled with millions of scenarios about Logan. Was that a sign that he appeared in your room just now? Or did he do it on purpose? Or was that a fate? Those, maybe pathetic questions, filled your head together with the imaginations and your mind was a total mess by now.

You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn't realize how fast time was flying and suddenly, Logan emerged from the bathroom. You quickly shake your head and smiled at him. “Thank you” he smiled back and walk slowly towards you. Your smile fade away and your face turned into craving one. "But there's something else I need" he licked his lips, his eyes flicked from your bottom to your eyes. You knew what he was implying and you shivered with anticipation. "W-what is it?" you harshly asked, your heart beating really fast, in a moment you though it would even burst out of your chest.

“You know damn well princess” he put a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "Read my mind" he commanded and didn't need to tell you twice to do that. You saw an image of you and Logan, in the exact same place as you are right one, just with one difference. You were sucking his dick. Your eyes widened when you went back to reality, looking deep into Logans eyes, which were black, full of lust.

"Can you do that for me darlin'?" he rubbed your cheek as you were leaning into his touch. The warm from his palm spread all over your face. A flame of fire began to form between your legs, making your core pulsating and clenching around nothing. When you pit yourself together, you nodded and grab the waistband od Logan's pants. He watched your every move, his erection already twitching with impatience.

"That's right..." he whispered, caressing your cheek and hissed, as his pants fell on the floor and the cool air touched his dick. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him in his full beauty. You've never seen this in real life, moreover, so close and so huge. The thought of him being inside your mouth or inside you excited you, but also scared you at the same time. You licked your lips as your mouth filled with saliva.

"Come on, open your mouth" Logan slides his massive hand into your hair, scratching and massaging your head. You swallowed loudly before opening your mouth and approached his tip. “Grab it” he quickly ordered before your lips even touched him. Your eyes met his, as you wrap your hand around his base, making him breathe out loudly. "That's it, now your mouth" he gently, with a little bit of strength, pushed your head closer to his penis, till his pink tip was fully covered with your wet lips.

He kept pushing you forward, hissing. "Yeah baby...that's it" you were already halfway through, his tip touching your throat already. "Now your hand" you instantly understood his short sentences. You slowly began to stroke him off, but your mouth was stiff. Logan helped you, pushing your head back and forth. Your eyes were glued on his, as you were watching him licking his lips and quietly whimpering. “Mhm good girl”

Your eyes started filling with tears as the pace of your sucking and the strength of your hand quickened. Logan was slowly losing his senses as he tried really hard to reach his climax. His hips thrusting inside your mouth, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. Your innocent face from tears, while you had his dick in your mouth, was driving him crazy.

"Yes...yes" he clenched his teeth, the wolf look on his face makes your panties soaked. "Ohh yeah" he threw his head back, your hot mouth felt like the best pussy he ever had. He couldn't last long, few more moves of your head makes him curl his toes and dropped his jaw. "Fuck!" that was his final moan, before he emptied his balls inside you, pushing your head so far, that your nose bumped into his lower stomach.

His heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. He gave you a soft grin, gently wiping your tears from your blushed face. "You're so beautiful" Logan grunted, making you chuckle as you lick the remains of his cum from your lips. "But I'm not done with you" he got on his knees and gave you a lustful smirk. Before you could manage to recover from previous activity, Logan held your thighs tightly, spreading them far enough to make your pussy peek through the soft fabric of your pajama shorts.

“God..." he huffed as he saw your wetness already leaking on the sheets. "You are the muse of all my wet dreams" he groans as his face was dangerously fast approaching your core. "From the moment I saw you," his hands slides under your shorts. "I wondered how you taste" without a second thought, he tore off your shorts and tossed them aside. You gasped, adrenaline racing through your body.

Logan gave you one last devilish grin, before burying his face into your pussy. You immediately throw your head back and grab his silky hair, as you bit your lips tightly. His tongue was briskly without mercy moving around your labia, sometimes gently slipped in, but he always doubted only on the surface. You tried your best to keep your moans and whimpers in quiet, but it was impossible.

"Logan" you rolled your eyes as his nose poked your sensitive clitoris, pushing you further to the edge. Your hands tugging his kitty hair, whenever he find that good spot. However, this was all just a foreplay, as the real fun began when he finally slid his tongue inside you.

Your jaw fell open and you put your head back in place as you watched Logan's face. His sideburns brushing and tickling your skin, leaving red marks. His eyes met yours, they were so dark that you could see your reflection in them. You loose it all when he smiled at you, his teeth brushing against your core. He held firmly your thighs, as your natural instinct made you move your hips to the rhythm of Logan's tongue.

His groans send pleasurable waves into your lower stomach, sending you even closer to your orgasm. His clever tongue was stretching your walls, tasting your juice and sucking your skin as much as he could. He sense that you were close, not only because of your uncontrollable moaning of his name and not only because his animal instincts sensed it, but mainly because of your clenching around his wet hot tongue.

You tried to ride on his face, to finally reach what you desired all day and what you deserve, but Logan was too malicious to indulge it to you that easily. He removed his tongue from you just a second before you'd finally release. You let out a disappointed breath, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you look at Logan.

"Not so easy princess" he climb on top of you, making you fall on the bed submissively. "I wanna feel you" he kissed you hungrily, not wasting any time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself. You immediately started cooperating, not only with your mouth but also with your hands, which you wrap around Logan's neck.

His hands were traveling through your whole body, trying to memorize every inch of you just by a touch. Soft moans left your mouth matching with Logan's impatient growls. You were relaxed until you felt something poking in your inner thigh.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, when you came back to your senses. You stopped kissing him and pushed him away a little. "What?" he whispered, his eyes full of lust but his eyebrows were furrowed, confused. You hesitate for a moment, whether to tell him or not, but every time you felt his tip against your private area, you heart skipped a beat and the stress level were rising incredibly fast.

"I am um...virgin" a really quiet, almost silent whisper left your lips and your cheeks started turning red. The embarrassment and shyness raced through your blood, as you waited for Logan's reaction. He chuckled, showing his bright white teeth. "I know" you gave him a confused expression. Your mind started wondering who told him that and started suspecting Jean. "I don't need to read minds to figure that out"

Before you could recover from Logan's words, his lips were on yours again. You were relieved that he took the information in stride and you weren't so nervous anymore. It wasn't long before his hands were under your t-shirt which was gone in the blink of an eye. Likewise, Logan's shirt also ended up somewhere on the floor and your naked bodies were firmly attached to each other.

Your heart was beating, your veins were pulsing and your core was already clenching around nothing, yet. After a long make out session, Logan pulled away from you a little. His eyes looked into yours and he could feel your fear and excitement at the same time.

"I'll take care of you" his palm cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. You close your eyes and nodded, trying to calm your breath down. He really gave you the sense of security that you needed the most at the moment. Logan gently kissed you, before you felt his wet tip inserting between your labia.

You squeak between the kisses, the pain started increasing as Logan pushed deeper and deeper. "It's alright it's alright" he whispered, his lips still glued to yours as his hips moved forwards. Your face tensed while trying to ignore the pain. It felt like his dick is endless and he kept pushing, leaving no room for anything else inside you. Before long, he was fully inside you. Logan waited, the kissing sound filling the silent room and your walls got expanded.

It only took a few more passionate kisses and eager touches, before you got the urge for some friction and started really slowly moving your hips. Logan smiled devilishly as his lips were still firmly fixed on yours, a low chuckle left his throat. "Oh someone is eager?" he started moving his hips too, matching your motions. At first he moved slowly and carefully, his intention wasn't to hurt you but to please you.

His pace was smooth and gentle, whenever his balls touched your ass, you whimper as much as your vocals let you. Logan tried to keep kissing you, but when his thrusting started to pick up the pace, he couldn't focus on your lips anymore.

You lost all your senses the moment Logan's tip reached your cervix and started poking into it. His eagerness to reach his orgasm took over him so much, that he lost control of his hips. He was thrusting into you as fast and hard as he could, your moans getting louder and caressing Logan's eardrums. Your room was filled with nothing but synchronized sighs, wet clapping sounds and bed creaking.

“Jesus….fuck” it was clear from Logan's choppy moans that he was on the edge. His tip was twitching inside you, every vain was about to burst and drops of sweat from his forehead fell on your naked body. He looked like a wild animal and that only added to the atmosphere. You started feeling the heat in your lower abdomen and the need to pee was increasing. Your nails dug deep into Logan's back, while he was clenching his predatory teeth.

"C'mon darlin'" he caressed your cheek a few times, wiping your tears away. He knew you were close thanks to your clenching core that sends him even faster to his orgasm. One, two and on the third hard thrust, you tensed your whole body before you completely relaxed and cum on his cock. You arched your back and moaned loudly, tears falling from your eyes. Logan was still going, desperately trying to reach his orgasm too. Your face makes it easier to finally inject everything into you and before you recovered, he pulled out and cum on your stomach.

White sticky liquid was covering your stomach, while both of you tried to catch your breath. Logan collapsed next to you, closing his eyes and gaining some energy, before he hugged you and pulled you closer to him. You automatically cooperate and laid your head on his muscular shoulder. You were quiet, your nostrils were massive as you were still trying to catch up the oxygen that you lost during the previous act.

You looked up at him, admiring his red sweaty face, which still looked majestic. It didn't take long, until Logan locked his eyes with yours and smiled, as he rubbed your arm. "What're you thinking about hm?" without realizing, your smile fades into a neutral expression. You sigh sadly and break eye contact. "I'm thinking about Jean's words..." it was quiet briefly. "What words?" you were thinking, whether to tell him the truth or not. "She told me that you just going to use me and then throw me away like a piece of garbage..." you decided to tell him the truth, even if it might affect him.

"Really? Is that what she said?" he chuckled mockingly, making you look at him again. But your disappointed and thoughtful face didn't change. Logan sensed your worry and sighs. "Read my mind" he said with a low rough voice, waiting for you to do so.

You saw yourself and Logan, sitting at a checkered blanket in the middle of the park while Logan fed you with strawberries. You giggle, but it wasn't the only vision that warmed your heart. Suddenly you were at the cinema, holding hands and while you were paying attention to the movie, Logan was mainly watching you. The next vision was in the kitchen, you baking cookies together. You also couldn't notice the small detail, that you were wearing his sweatshirt. These were enough reasons to make you blush and conjure up smile from ear to ear.

"I don't want to use you and I definitely don't want to throw you away like a piece of trash..." he pulled you even closer. "I'm serious bub" Your teeth started showing, as you couldn't stop blushing. "I really like you like a lot and uh…” you cut his speech by kissing him. It was cute but a soothing slow kiss that reassured you both, that you meant it. When you pulled out, Logan tiredly grinned and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You just watched each other for a while, enjoying each other's presence while you were still naked and your stomach still dirty with Logan's cum. "You tried it on Jean even though she was in relationship?" you asked suspiciously. Logan chuckled and shook his head. "Yes but not anymore" "Uh huh" you jokingly agreed, making Logan furrow his eyebrows. “You don't bealive me?" "I do" you agreed provocatively.

Logan devilishly smirked and attacked you, making you laugh and giggle. After a short tickling and prodding, Logan finally stopped. "Let's get you clean up bub" he said after he noticed his semen still laying on your naked body. He picked you up like a princess and carried you to the bathroom, where you both showered with a few passionate kisses and ended up clean and fragrant under the covers.

You fell asleep in his arms, being the happiest person in the whole world at that moment.

You woke up thanks to the rays of the sun that annoyingly shines directly into your eyes. You inhale before looking up, smiling as you saw Logan's sleepy face. His hair was tousled and he smelled like home. You wanted nothing more.

However, this beautiful early morning moment was interrupted by footsteps approaching your door. You knew right away that it was Jean and before you could wake Logan, she quietly opened the door. "Good mornin'!" she whispered and smiled. You nervously smiled back, unfortunately broking your promise. You controlled her mind so that she wouldn't see Logan sleeping right next to you, naked.

It must've worked because she was still looking at you with a massive smile on her face. "I won't bother you anymore…just get ready for breakfast, then you'll go help me with books!" You grunted in annoyance before Jean finally closed the door, leaving you two finally alone.

You dropped your head and sigh. "You cunning woman" you heard a dark raspy voice next to your ear, before Logan showered you with millions of meringue kisses on your cheek. You playfully giggle, trying to push Logan away, but it was useless.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked after he finally let your face go. You nodded, giving him a questioning look that asked him the same. "Well, since I slept next to the most amazing girl in the world...I slept great" he gave you another passionate kiss, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You don't know how to say it or explain it to Jean yet, but the only thing you know 100% is that Logan fucks really good.

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yuta-nakamots · 4 years ago

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Groove - k.ji

Pairing - Idol!Jongin x Choreographer!Reader

Genre - Fluff

Warnings - None

Summary - You are a choreographer chosen to work with Jongin for his upcoming solo album. He’s an idol and you’re not, it’s as simple as that until you find yourselves dancing between the lines of business and something more intimate.

Word Count - 6k

A/N - This is the reworked version of ‘a dance to remember’ which I wrote when I was about 15 years old. That piece itself is based on a dream I had about EXO. This essentially is a fic written about a fic written about a dream so I’m sorry if it seems kinda disjointed.

When you were younger, you had discovered that you had an immense passion for dance and you had begged your parents to let you join the small dance studio near your school. Even if it was just an average dance school it wasn’t uncommon for the bigger entertainment companies to recruit backup dancers or choreographers from studios like yours, which is how you had met a handful of idols before. Each month, you had to go in and perform a short piece that you created in order to keep track of your progress. Normally, the room these progress videos were shot in are empty aside from you, the company director, and a couple of cameras set up to catch multiple angles.

However, this time around, there was a man standing next to your director. As you entered, you quickly greeted and bowed to your director and did the same to the guest. He was wearing a chocolate brown hoodie and light blue jeans along with a pair of rounded glasses and a face mask. He was quite tall and looked almost intimidating until you met his eyes that were warm and inviting but awfully familiar. Not wanting to be weird, you quickly turned around and made your way to the stereo equipment to plug in your phone and start the music. You finish your recording quickly and respectfully thank your director before leaving the studio to head home, your thoughts still preoccupied with the stranger who you were confident you had met somewhere before.

A week later, you received an email from the director: Good evening Y/n, From your video we recorded earlier this week, you’ve been recruited to work with EXO member Kai as a choreographer for his upcoming solo album. Congratulations on this achievement! We are looking forward to what you will create this time around. I will give you more details on this after your regularly scheduled class today.

The warm brown eyes that were all too familiar flashed inside your mind as you thought about all of his performances that you had watched before, wanting to learn from him and his style. The eyes of the stranger that had stood next to your director the day you recorded your video. No, it couldn’t have been him, you thought to yourself, there’s no way an idol would come to our dance studio. You shook your head to break yourself out of your imagination as you got ready to head over to the studio and teach your class.

You were going through your text message as you entered the room your class was in and walked right into your director. You immediately back up and profusely apologize, freezing once you recognize the person he was previously talking to. “Oh, y/n, this is Kai from EXO! I was just telling him how he should stay to watch you teach this class so he can get a taste of what your style is like.”

Kai looked from your director to you, offering you one of his signature smiles that have been known to melt hearts. “I’d love to” was all he had to say to make your stomach drop to the floor and your hands start sweating.

As you taught your class, you felt an intense stare on you the entire time, glancing over at Kai only a few times, finding him looking right back at you, causing you to suddenly jerk your head away only to hear Kai let out a quiet giggle from the corner he was sitting in. Eventually, you learn to ignore his presence and you continue teaching your class and wrapping up as you normally would. As your students begin filing out the door, Kai eagerly gets up and strides over to you. “Hey, y/n, I really liked the energy of that class and the genre of the piece you taught, I’m looking forward to working with you!” he said, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you, “if you don’t mind, I’d like to get your number so we can talk more about the album” and he offered you his phone, already open to a blank contact page.

You quickly wipe your hands on your shirt before grabbing his phone, entering your number and handing it back to him with a shy “thank you, I look forward to working with you too”.

Later that night, you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown > y/n 10:15pm: hi y/n, this is Jongin! ^^

You type a simple greeting back to him as you add him to your contact list and slip into bed. He immediately responds and starts asking questions about you, which you brushed off as him just being friendly. Your conversation continues for another half hour, consisting of mostly him asking about you and your interests accompanied by various cute emoticons until you finally grow tired of it.

y/n > EXO Kai 10:49pm: Why do you keep asking about me? What if I want to hear more about you?

EXO Kai > y/n 10:51pm: because I want to get to know you better （⌒_⌒）

10:51pm: I like to have a connection with the people I’m working with. even more so now, since this solo album is something new and special to me

10:52pm: besides, you can hear about me all the time from the fansites and media

His response makes you pause and set your phone down for a bit as you realize that there’s more depth to Kai and his personality than you thought. Wow, not only is he an amazing performer, he has a kind heart and values his relationships, even if they’re only for work purposes. You were shocked, to say the least. From your experience working with idols, yes, you did get to know each other but they didn’t ask you about your hobbies or favorite foods like how Kai did. This just added to your list of reasons why this man is out of your league. No, he is not out of my league. We are not even in the same sport. He is an idol, he will not date you, stop it, you thought as you reprimanded yourself. However, you picked up your phone to message him back and continue your conversation, even though you dozed off not even five minutes later, failing to see the new texts you received from Kai.

EXO Kai > y/n 11:03pm: y/nnnnnn

11:03pm: where did you gooooo >.<

11:04pm: ah, you must have fallen asleep

11:04pm: rest well y/n, goodnight (￣ε￣)

The rest of your week passes by uneventfully with you going to university and teaching your classes as usual. The only new addition to your schedule was a sort of ‘date’ with Kai on Thursday afternoon, your free day during the week, and also the day you were scheduled to meet with the other staff working on his album to get a sense of what kind of image they wanted. He had texted you asking if he could treat you to lunch at the SM Cafe after your meeting which you agreed to.

By the time Thursday comes around, you’re already feeling worn out from school, barely even able to put together an outfit and settling for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. You took the bus to the company building since you didn’t know where to park and you figured it would save gas anyways. The meeting was a nice refresher, as you were interested in the ideas the staff was putting out and you left the meeting feeling reenergized with tons of ideas flying through your head. You met Kai at the cafe as you had promised, finding him easily due to his large frame. “You look nice, y/n” he commented, as you sat down opposite to him. You said a shy ‘thank you’ back while turning and looking out the window, hoping he didn’t notice the blush that had begun to show up on your cheeks.

Lunch goes smoothly as he allows you to ask him questions this time around and he tells you about his hobby of playing with legos and putting elaborate things together to give to his nieces and nephews or how he has given up learning how to bake. You don’t miss the way his hands brush yours when you pass him a napkin after some of the coffee he was drinking spills out the side of this mouth or when both of you reach for your phone before it falls off the table. Maybe it’s because of all the times you’ve daydreamed about him after learning one of the dances he’s done, but to you, this ‘casual lunch’ is beginning to feel more and more like a date. Luckily, you two finish eating quickly and he asks if you’d be willing to show him some of the ideas you have so far. You eagerly told him yes along with a few details from the meeting and how you’re really excited to further refine them.

Once both of you are in a practice room upstairs, you and Kai decide to sit in the middle of the room and talk about possible concepts and stories that could be portrayed, however, the conversation quickly strays off-topic due to Kai and his seemingly never-ending curiosity when it comes to you. “What do you do besides dancing and teaching your own classes?” he asks, looking more like a troublesome toddler than the idol you were supposed to be working with.

You push that thought aside before responding, “I’m currently in university, majoring in business since I’m set to take over the dance school from the director.”

Kai keeps his eyes glued to you while you speak, the only movement coming from his fidgeting hands. After you finish speaking, he looks down in his lap before shyly speaking, “sometimes I like to think about what I’d be doing if I wasn’t an idol, you know? Would I have joined a dance studio like yours? Would I be in college right now? Would I have a girlfriend? Would I maybe even have a child?” He paused for a bit and ran a hand through his hair while moving to lie down. “I genuinely think that if I weren’t an idol, I’d still be in school. Being with animals and kids gives me so much joy, I’ve often thought about being a veterinarian or an elementary school teacher. Though they are drastically different, I find both of them to be so appealing” he said, letting out a sigh at the end of his sentence.

“Do you ever think that you’d be happier doing those things rather than where you are now?”

Kai looked over at you, not noticing you had laid down next to him as if both of you were outside looking at clouds. “Maybe...however, I’m still satisfied with the path my life took. Yes, there are drawbacks to being a public figure but I’m happy with all the experiences it has given me.” Sensing how the mood has become a little too serious for his liking, Kai decides to ask you another question. “Who’s your favorite member in my group?”

You let out a laugh, dumbfounded by his sudden question. “I’m not saying this just because you’re here, but it’s you and has been for a while now” you said sheepishly, keeping your eyes locked on the ceiling to keep yourself from looking at Kai and showing him your now pink-tinted cheeks.

“For a while now?” he asked, quoting your words. “How long have you been a fan of us?”

“Since your debut,” you said, throwing your hands on your face to hide your embarrassment before exclaiming, “ah, this is so awkward, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” Fortunately, your embarrassment didn’t last long thanks to your roommate who had just sent you a text. You gladly moved away from Kai to check your phone, inwardly thanking your roommate for saving you from what could have become a shameful memory. Oh shit it’s already past 10? you thought to yourself, shocked at how quickly time passed while you were with Kai. “My roommate was just asking where I was since it’s getting kinda late,” you told him, “normally I don’t stay out this late since I have class tomorrow morning so I should probably get going now, especially since I have to catch the last bus which comes in a bit, I think.”

You stood up, but before you could so much as take a step towards the door, Kai stopped you. “I can drive you home” he offered, to which you vehemently refused, “you’re my choreographer and I’d hate for anything to happen to you when you haven’t even taught me the dance to my own song yet” he said, giving you the puppy eyes you’ve seen countless times through videos of him.

You can tell that he’s being sincere so eventually you accept his offer, but something about his words doesn’t sit quite right. You had told each other so much about yourselves and shown such an embarrassing side of yourself to him, yet he only regarded you as his choreographer. Because that’s what I am, you thought, trying to shove those thoughts out of your head, I’m nothing more than just his choreographer, a work acquaintance. This is simply a relationship based on our work together. He is an idol and I am his choreographer. Nothing more, nothing less. You internally slapped yourself for getting riled up over his words when he was only trying to be nice.

Once you were in his car, you told him your address as you put your seatbelt on. The ride home is mostly silent aside from little side comments made between the two of you, like when he tells you about how he and the members once went to the samgyeopsal restaurant you passed earlier and how Chanyeol proceeded to get absolutely wasted to the point where the members played rock paper scissors to decide who would be taking care of him for the night.

Time, again, seemed to pass a little faster than normal when you were talking to Kai and laughing with him. When he pulled up in front of your apartment building, you unbuckle your seatbelt and began to thank him, “Kai-”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you what?”

“Kai.”

“...Because it’s your name?” At this point, you were beyond confused as to what Kai was getting at.

“It’s one of my names, but it’s not MY name. My name is Jongin. Yes, Kai is my name as well but that’s who I am on stage...please, just call me Jongin from now on” he let out, sitting further back into his seat once he realized how aggressive he sounded.

“O-oh, okay. Goodnight Jongin.” Though you were used to saying that name while talking to your friends about his dancing or when they showed you pictures of him, this time it sounded foreign. Almost even forced, as if you shouldn’t be saying it.

Once you unlock the door and walk into your apartment, you receive a text from him.

EXO Kai > y/n 10:36pm: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that, it’s just that being called Kai all the time makes me feel disconnected from people, you know? It’s like people see me only as Kai the idol and not Jongin, a regular person.

10:37pm: Kai is the side the fans and the media see and want while Jongin is just the sad guy behind the mask

10:37pm: Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that either. I’m just making this worse aren’t I?

You see the bubble pop up again, showing you that he was typing but before he can send you another message, you text him back.

y/n > EXO Kai 10:38pm: Jongin, it’s fine. I may not be an idol but I get what you mean

10:39pm: I didn’t know that even something like your stage name could have such a restraining feeling for you, and I’m sorry about that. But thank you for opening up to me

You see that he read your message but you don’t see him typing a response so you lock your phone and start your night routine, eventually forgetting to check your phone.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw that Kai, no, Jongin, you reminded yourself, texted you around midnight but you didn’t open his message until lunch when you were done with most of your classes for the day.

Jongin > y/n 12:16am: Goodnight y/n. I’m sorry I’m not the idol you always looked up to, but thank you for listening to me and respecting me as a person. Thank you, see you next week. I can’t wait to see what you have choreographed for me (⌒ω⌒)

And there it was again, the way he speaks so fondly towards you yet he still brings it back to work. You had to remind yourself that the relationship between the two of you is only because of work and that no matter what, you cannot develop feelings for him. It’s not like he’d have time for me anyways, I’m nothing special compared to those other girls he’s dated, you thought to yourself.

You spend the rest of the week doing your usual activities along with choreographing for the title track of Jongin’s album. Though the company sent you just the demo of the track, you could already tell that this sort of song was definitely his style. Sexy yet sweet. Hot but undeniably cool.

A month had passed since Jongin first confided in you about his idol dilemma. After teaching Jongin and the rest of the dancers the choreo you made for the title track, you were no longer needed quite as often in the practice room, which resulted in you seeing Jongin less as his preparations started to stack up in his schedule. He still made it a point to take you out for lunch or dinner, which surprised you since he didn’t necessarily need to keep up a relationship with you now that your part in the album production was over. It was at those times when you were reminded of the instance when he was dropping you off, that he’s human and has friends he hangs out with, you just might have gotten lucky and become one of them.

Your text message chat with him went back and forth between you two talking about the choreo and the comeback to deep late-night conversations like how Sehun saw a cockroach in the shower one night and ran out butt-naked, screaming. Just like your chat, your relationship with Jongin became more confusing as the line between business and friendship blurred even further. Jongin texts you late on a Wednesday night to come to the ‘cloud’ room, which you had mistakenly called it once after watching one too many of the old SM dance practice videos, tomorrow around noon. Similar to when the incident with his name occurred, his message didn’t have the cute emoticons you were used to him sending. You wondered if something in the choreo needed to be changed last minute and sent him a simple thumbs up to let him know you’d be there.

You spent the rest of your Wednesday night reanalyzing the choreo you made, trying to find any flaws that would have resulted in Jongin texting you so seriously and asking you to come in person instead of sending a video along with his questions as usual. By Thursday afternoon, you had a few things in mind that you could easily smooth over and your mind was flooded with different combos and formations to use as you walked through the building to the practice room you told Jongin you’d meet him at.

You entered without knocking since usually the whole team is at work and you don’t want to disrupt whatever they’re working on, so you quietly stepped in and closed the door but you yelped when you heard a loud bang from the area near the sound equipment. Glancing over, you spot Jongin with his balled-up fists on the table and realized the rest of the team wasn’t here. It was just you and him, which led to you being even more confused as to why he had asked you to come in. After hearing the noise you made, Jongin’s head perked up and found you, “oh, y/n, you came.” His tense features immediately relaxing into a loose half-smile where you could see just how tired he was. “I need help on the main part of the chorus. No matter how many times I do it, there just isn’t the right feeling with it and I don’t get it” he said, almost whining.

You sat against the mirror, watching him do it a few times until you got up and stood next to him, facing the mirror. “Jongin you’re treating it way too strictly. This is the chorus, not a dance break, just groove with it, have fun with it, you know?” You danced the part to further show your point.

“Groove with it? What do you mean ‘groove with it?’” He asked, confusion clearly evident on his face and in his voice.

“Relax and think about the song itself. Think about the meaning, the style of it, not the choreography” you responded. He did as you showed him and looked at you for approval. “Good, but keep that same intensity in your eyes from earlier.” He did it again, staring straight into your eyes through your reflection in the mirror, almost sending shivers down your body. You smiled to acknowledge that you liked it and Jongin’s face lit up, seeing as he finally perfected what he deemed to be the ‘killing point’ of the dance, as he had said when you first showed it to him.

After another hour, you and Jongin had gone over the entire dance and worked out any remaining questions he had for you. Just as the two of you were getting ready to leave and head over to the cafe, Jongin called out your name, coming to stand next to where you were packing up your bag.

“Hey Y/N...I-uh-wanted to tell you that I-um-I think-” he began, before you interrupted him, not wanting to hear him stuttering anymore.

“Jongin, do you want to go over something again? Is that what’s bothering you?”

“N-no, it’s just that I think, uh, I think I really like you...r dance...yeah...I really like your dance, the one you made for me in my album, uh haha yeah thank you.” His cheeks and ears started turning pink as he quickly turned around to go gather his things.

Did he just say what I thought he said, you asked yourself, no, he couldn’t have. There’s no way he’d say that. All it would do is hurt his career anyway, he wouldn’t do that. You silenced your thoughts and left the practice room with him to get dinner.

You ate with him at the cafe but your conversation didn’t seem to flow as naturally as it normally did. He kept looking at you like he wanted to say something but never did. The normal playful touches you usually shared weren’t there either and you hated yourself for noticing these things. This was probably just his way of nicely ending our relationship since he probably won’t be working with me again in the future.

As you both made your way down to your cars in the parking lot, Jongin stepped in front of you right after exiting the elevator, looking down at his feet like a little kid would when they’re being scolded.

“Y/N I’d like to thank you for working with me for my solo debut, it really means a lot to me,” this is where you think he’s going to just thank you and say goodnight, but he doesn’t, “I’d like to ask you if you’d come to the first broadcast next week Monday. I know you have class but I won’t be going on until later. You don’t have to if you don’t want to because I know you’re really busy being a student and all but-”

“Jongin, please, I would love to.” You said, saving the both of you from his endless ramblings.

When he finally meets your eyes he gives you a look full of cuteness and adoration be exclaiming, “Really?!”

“Yes, really.”

“Promise?!”

“Yes, Jongin. I promise I will be there.” He hugged you so tight you thought you were going to suffocate but before you could, he released you and skipped off in the direction of his car while happily giggling to himself, “goodnight y/n” he yelled, “see you on Monday.”

You slapped yourself for blushing at his cute outburst. He’s an idol, you’re not supposed to feel this warmth in your heart that yearned for him to hug you again, yet your mind constantly wandered to him during your whole drive back to your apartment.

As you were lying in bed, just about falling asleep, you got a text from Jongin.

Jongin > y/n 9:08pm: SHE SAID YES! (＠＾◡＾)

9:08pm: oh shit

9:08pm: sorry, that was meant for Baekhyun hyung

9:09pm: we were talking about a special girl (＃＞＜)

Your heart immediately dropped. It’s probably another girl he’s dating, seeing as how he’s dated other girl idols before. You knew that you shouldn’t be upset but you just were. It was at that moment that you realized your feelings towards Jongin. You quickly sent a simple ‘haha okay’ back, but his message left you wondering about the lucky girl he was talking about, hurt that you didn’t know who it was. He has no obligation to tell me anything, I’m only his choreographer, you told yourself, probably for the millionth time now.

Ever since that night, you hadn’t initiated a conversation with him though he still texted you occasionally. Sometimes it would be a goodnight message, other times it was just his late-night thoughts about how dogs would wear pants or what kind of sounds a koala makes. You didn’t want to admit it but that one text bothered you for the rest of the week, and as it got closer and closer to his first performance, the more you didn’t want to go. Almost as if Jongin was reading your mind, you received a text message from him.

Jongin > y/n 7:45pm: y/nnnnnn I can’t wait to see you tomorrow -\\3\\-

You were going to send another thumbs up again, but opted for a more cheerful ‘good luck!’ since you knew how much this meant to him and how hard he worked for this and you didn’t want to let your own feelings get in the way of his achievements. It’s not like you were going to be involved in his work much longer once his promotions ended. Maybe it was for the best if you just kept your feelings to yourself so he could go back to being just Kai, the idol, to you, and not the sweet and playful Jongin you had gotten to know and the one you had, unfortunately, fell for. Going to sleep that night was a huge struggle for you, constantly asking yourself if you were going to see him tomorrow or not. Eventually, you fell asleep before reaching a clear answer but knowing you’d have to decide tomorrow anyways

The next morning, you woke up to the sight of sunlight already filling your room, which was not a good sing. You quickly checked your phone and saw that you were already half an hour late to your first class along with noticing Jongin had sent you another message around 6AM though you didn’t read it since your first priority was to get to school. You turned your phone to Do Not Disturb mode and rushed through your morning routine, getting to school just as your second class was starting. After running in five minutes late and profusely apologizing to your professor, you took your normal seat in the back of the room, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

Your lecture ended faster than you expected and as you waited in the line at the cafeteria you finally pulled out your phone to go through your notifications and saw that Jongin had sent you two more messages.

Jongin > y/n 6:13am: I’m so excited, i could barely even sleep! Good morning y/n, today’s the day! ＼(≧▽≦)／

Jongin > y/n 10:20am: We’re in the cafe ordering sandwiches to eat at the recording studio later. What do you want to drink? I can’t remember if it was the honey lemon tea or the honeydew milk tea (>_<)

10:25am: y/nnnnn please answer meeeeee (╥_╥)

You couldn’t resist his cuteness and texted him back.

y/n > Jongin 10:27am: honey lemon :)

As soon as you hit send, you froze, realizing you had dug yourself into a hole, ultimately forcing yourself into going to the studio he would be performing at later. You were brought out of your dazed state when the person in the back of you cleared their throat loudly and you noticed it was your turn to order.

After you had ordered and received your food, you sat down and ate your lunch quickly, wanting to go to class and get your mind off of Jongin who was walking around up there as if he owned it.

The rest of your day went by quickly and as you got into your car, you let out a long sigh, not wanting to believe that you’d be going to the recording studio to support the man who not only held your heart in his hands but also unknowingly crushed it.

Once inside the studio, it was quite easy to find Jongin’s room, seeing all the staff rushing around with their SM lanyards on, similar to the one you had on. You walked into his room, expecting to be greeted by a loud Jongin, but instead, you were met with the blank stares of his fellow members, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun. Baekhyun was the only one who acknowledged you while the other two simply looked back down at their phones, thinking you were another staff member. “Ah, so you must be the wonderful y/n that our Jonginnie is always talking about! That idiot is always telling us about you, we were just wondering when we’d be able to meet him. He may fall in love quickly but he does have good judgment if you know what I mean.”

Both of the other members immediately perked up upon realizing who you were as your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink after hearing Baekhyun’s words. “J-Jongin talks about me?”

Baekhyun let out one of his big laughs before responding, “All the time! I can’t believe it took him this long to ask you out.”

If it was even humanly possible, you swear you turned even more pink. “Oh, we’re not dating. I think you’ve got me confused with another girl.” Your mind flew back to the text Jongin had accidentally sent you and all your emotions were about to come flooding back to you.

At that moment, Jongin entered the room and walked right into you. Baekhyun caught you, preventing you from what would’ve been an embarrassing fall, however, he only took it as an opportunity to push you right back into Jongin’s arms while yelling, “Ya! Kim Jongin, you idiot! I didn’t raise you to be such a coward, just ask her out already!” He then proceeded to bulldoze both of you out of the room and close the door while Chanyeol and Sehun only laughed while recording the whole thing, probably to send in their group chat later for the others to see.

Once both of you processed what just happened, you and Jongin looked at each other and he immediately released you from his hold and looked at the ground. You took this moment to appreciate his stylists for doing such a good job. He was wearing a full navy blue suit, similar to the legendary red one he wore in the Love Shot music video, further accentuating the light brown contacts he had in his eyes. He brought his hands to your shoulders before taking a deep breath and meeting your eyes.

“Y/n-”

“Jongin-” you both said, at the same time.

“Oh, sorry, you go first.” You blurted out, your heart already racing.

He lightly squeezed your shoulders before saying, “I don’t know how much they told you in there but I suppose you probably already know that I...like you.”

The look on your face told him otherwise. “Weren’t you texting Baekhyun about another girl? A ‘special girl?’ That text you accidentally sent me instead of Baekhyun...” You trailed off at the end, thinking about how stupid you must look.

Jongin dropped his hands to your waist as he threw his head back in laughter before looking back at you. “No, you silly, we were talking about you. You told me you’d come to my first performance, remember?” Everything began to come together for you and you couldn’t believe that Jongin, the perfect man in front of you, had been talking about you to his members and that he likes you. Jongin saved you from further embarrassment when his hands trailed off your waist to find your own hands as he intertwined your fingers and pulled you closer “I’ve tried so many times to do this but I was always too scared of what would happen.” Your eyes locked with his gorgeous hazel masked ones that made it even harder to look away. “I really like you but I didn’t know if you liked me back which is why I never had the strength to ask you out. I was afraid of rejection, but at this point, I don’t think I have much else to lose with what Baekhyun hyung just did. It’s okay if you don’t like me back, I just want-”

As usual, you had to stop his endless rambling, but this time you did it with a quick kiss on his cheek. “I like you too, Jongin.”

Your eyes briefly met his before he enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug. His lips next to your ear, whispering the words he never thought he’d be able to say to you. “Will you be mine?”

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend.”

He let you go only briefly so he could cup your cheeks and land a light kiss on your lips, both of your eyes fluttering closed, only to reopen suddenly at the sound of the other three members cheering from the doorway, all of them holding their phones up and recording the scene in front of them. You tried to pull away from Jongin but he only grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer.

“Jongin what are you-” you began, already having experienced enough embarrassment for a whole lifetime.

“Shhhh, just follow my lead,” he muttered before kissing you again “come on, just ‘groove’ with it” he said, between kisses, imitating your own words, igniting a fire in you as you remember teasing him with it during one of your most intimate practicing sessions together and you started kissing him back, moving your lips with his, much to the members’ disgust.

“Ewww” Sehun whined, right before Baekhyun and Chanyeol made simultaneous coughing and gagging sounds.

Hearing their reactions, Jongin’s lips finally left yours, a playful smile on his face before pulling you into another hug, this one full of warmth and affection. “Thank you y/n, thank you for giving me this chance. I’ll make you happy, I promise.”

You pulled back to face him, “thank you too, Jongin. Maybe it’s just our thing to ‘groove’ together” you said, bringing a finger up and playfully booping his nose.

He rolled his eyes at you before pushing your head back into his shoulder and letting you both enjoy the feeling of each other’s embrace, momentarily forgetting about the other three men standing in the doorway until they started making repulsive noises again.

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shelikesloki · 4 years ago

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Getting To Know You | Part 2 - (Loki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Maybe you're too curious for your own good, too gullible. Maybe you should have listened to your dad when he told you not to talk to Thor's brother. But maybe he really wasn't the monster everyone thought he was.

Notes: I did make it in time like I promised after all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. We’ll see even more of Loki as we go along :)

Series Masterlist

[ Prequel ] - [ Part 1 ]

It was impossibly hard for you to fall asleep that night, you had tossed and turned. Sometimes you imagined that you could see Loki's cold eyes in the darkness of your bedroom. You constantly had to turn on the flashlight on your phone, to be sure that you were in fact alone.

But after a few hours, your eyelids repeatedly closed on their own accord and you finally got to sleep a little. Your body was just too tired from your workout to keep up with you and your paranoia.

Your mind cooked up a really strange dream for you though, you just couldn’t escape Loki.

You were on a beautiful, seemingly endless field, but you were also surrounded by green mist. You started looking around, exploring your environment. A black cat appeared out of the blue, its presence was somehow invidious. It almost seemed as if the black cat could see your mind. You unwillingly moved closer, the green mist in your immediate surroundings started to dissolve. That’s when you first saw the cat’s eyes clearly. You knew these eyes, these glintingly cold eyes.

You shot up straight in bed, you were breathing heavily, disorientedly looking around the room, your heart was beating frantically and your pajamas were glued to your skin with sweat. After you calmed down for a second you turned your head towards your door, someone had been knocking on it.

You raspingly yelled for them to come in and cleared your throat right after.

“Good morning princess! How’d you sleep?” Your Dad walked into your room and started opening the blinds. You could tell he was in a sour mood, but he was really trying to conceal it. He gave you a forced smile, awaiting your answer. You gulped, licking your lips and avoiding his eyes. “Good, I’m very well rested.” You lied while getting out of bed. He nodded, satisfied with your answer. “I’ll be on a mission today, Bruce will stay here with you and Morgan though. Please take care of your sister and make lunch for Bruce too, please. I’ll probably be back after midnight, so you’ll have to tuck Morgan in. Call me if you need anything else, but just for emergencies okay?”He said, patting your shoulder. You sent him off with a nod and checked your phone, Saturday 7:19 am, way too early to be up on a weekend. But even if you were really tired from your short and restless night, you were glad you didn’t have to stay in your nightmare.

After a refreshing shower, you simply slipped on a pair of very comfortable sweatpants and a tank top. By the time you got to the living room, everyone was already gone for the mission. Morgan was sitting on a countertop in the kitchen, a peanut butter toast in her little hands. She was still in her PJs and her hair was a mess. She gifted you a tired smile, her mouth was still full when she wished you a good morning. Bruce was leaning on the fridge next to Morgan. He was probably the one who had made breakfast. ”Morning sleepyhead! Do you want some breakfast?” He asked you cheerfully.

After you all ate, Peter came over to study with you. You didn’t hold out for too long though, so you kept Morgan company and played with Legos with her. But in the afternoon you retreated to your room. You were both sitting on opposite ends of your couch and after a while, you finally broke the silence. “Peter? I need to ask you a favor and I need you to say yes right now.” He gave you a very confused look, you two normally weren’t this serious.

“What is it?” He suspiciously asked. “No, I really need you to agree to it before I tell you.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it! But I better don’t die for this Y/N, because I just got this update on my suit and I didn’t even properly try it out yet.” Peter stated nervously.

“It’s not that bad! You probably won’t die. But I need your help! You said, picking up a piece of paper and a pen. You wrote ‘Hack into Friday’s system, I want to visit Loki without my dad finding out.’

You knew if you had said that out loud, Friday would have instantly informed your dad.

Peter took the note from you, his jaw opening in shock when he read it.

It took about an hour to convince Peter to help you and astonishingly only half an hour for him to grant your wishes.

“You’re a wizard, seriously! So you programmed it to ignore me being there and you granted me access.” You were beyond impressed by his skills.

“Yeah, but please be careful… Mr. Stark says Loki’s a bad guy.” Peter told you with concern. “I will be, don’t worry, and please stop calling him ‘Mr. Stark’ we’ve been over this before.”You tried to console him.

After Peter left and Morgan was asleep you made your way down to the floor where Loki was. You didn’t know what to expect at all, but you knew you had to do this, it was the only way to stop thinking about him. You were jittery beyond compare, you were even shaking, but you didn’t really know how you felt. Frightened? Nervous? Intimidated? Maybe even a little excited? You had no idea, but you knew you were too curious to let all this go.

The elevator finally opened its doors, you’ve never been to this floor. It’s where all the servers, generators, and all that technical stuff was and apparently also a little prison for an Asgardian prince.

Your steps were quiet and unsteady but you didn’t back down. You felt a little lost for a second, but then you came across a massive door with a fingerprint security system. You were a little uncertain if you really did have access, but the doors opened without a problem.

You immediately caught a glimpse of the God, he was sitting on the floor opposite you, behind prison bars. His appearance hasn’t changed from the day before. But his eyes seemed different, they were still cold, but they also appeared a little tired. His eyes were already on you when you entered, as if he had seen you way before you had opened the door. Your breath caught in your throat, just like it did the first time you saw him. You awkwardly stood there for a long while, staring at him, while he did the same. His gaze didn’t waver, not even for a second. You were mesmerized by him, it was like a trance.

After a while you were finally able to move again, you got a little closer to him, not too close, then you also sat down on the cold floor. You awkwardly cleared your throat. You didn’t know what to say, your thoughts were racing. “Your brother told me about you.” You finally said, gently, almost inaudible, you didn’t know why you said it, it just came out. For a quick second his gaze wavered and it was like he rolled his eyes when he heard you mention his brother.

With even less confidence you continued “He told me some stories of your childhood. Like… The one with the snake… I thought that that was really funny. But I know what you did in New York and stuff and my dad thinks you’re a bad guy. But Thor is still defending you and I trust Thor. That’s why I didn’t know what to think so I wanted to ask you personally. Why did you do it?” You blabbered frustratedly. But he still didn’t lose a word, his eyes fixed on you with no intention to answer your questions. You could tell he heard you though, he seemed amused by your frustration.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, studying you furtherly.

You quietly sighed, giving up, you stood up, looking at him once more, then you left.

You would just have to come back until he talks, but you didn’t have the time to crack his thick shell today, your dad was coming home soon.

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winters-blue-children · 5 years ago

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Games and Theory (A 10k Evan Buckley disaster fic featuring jealous Eddie, phone sex, a fake relationship, and Albert being a genius)

Eddie's not looking for serious. He just wants casual, easy, and uncomplicated.

Buck has been in love with his best friend for two years. Does he take his sister's advice and confess his feelings? Nah, Evan Buckley always has to do things the hard way.

At some point, Buck and Albert became pretty good friends. Maybe it’s the shared older siblings mackin’ on each other, or the having horrible parents thing, but it turns out they get along really well. A little too well, as Chimney often likes to complain about. He calls it a Buckley-Han recipe for disaster.

Wanna meet up for pool later tonight?

Can’t. It’s movie night with Eddie and Chris.

The blinking ellipses begin immediately after his last text is sent. Buck rolls his eyes in anticipation. He knows exactly what Albert is going to say.

Have fun with your looover.

Fuck off. He’s not my lover.

But you want him to be ;-)

Buck scowls at his phone before turning the screen off. His loud, frustrated groan echoes throughout his empty apartment. Damn high ceilings. While it’s nice to have someone to complain about being completely head over heels for his best friend, it also sucks to be reminded constantly that his love life is hopeless and helpless and, in Chim’s words… embarrassingly tragic.

“Movie night,” Buck mutters to himself, mentally preparing for an evening of kid-friendly movies, lots of popcorn, and being in painfully close proximity to the man he’s desperately in love with. “Completely platonic movie night.”

…

In between their last film and Chris’s bedtime, which the kid managed to convince his dad to push back—“But it’s not a school night, Dad!” And like most people who have met Christopher Diaz, Eddie has trouble saying no to his kid too—Buck finds himself seated on the living room floor, a jumbo Lego set spilled all around him. He spends the next thirty minutes sticking pieces together with his best friend’s son.

“What is that?” Chris asks, tilting his head in confusion at the multi-colored lump in Buck’s hands. It’s all sharp angles and weird shapes.

“I’m not sure, bud. I made it to match yours.”

Chris laughs loudly, head thrown back as he giggles. And Buck laughs too, open and free and so genuinely happy.

Several feet away from them, Eddie watches quietly, a soft smile on his face.

…

Eddie’s not much of a talkative guy, at least not compared to Buck. When they’re together though, Buck brings him out of his shell, and Eddie makes sure to keep Buck grounded. Chim and Hen joke that they ‘complete’ each other. Whatever that means.

The point is that Eddie has a shy side. And considering he’s about twelve years out of the dating game, he needs his best friend to help him out.

“I thought you said you needed a wingman?”

Eddie stubbornly looks up and glares at Buck. He’s nursing his third beer, which he’d been staring at with what Buck had described as ‘crazy eyes’. And he’s adamantly refused to look anywhere around the bar that they’re currently in.

Buck leans closer over their small table. “We’ve been here for an hour and you haven’t even made eye contact with anyone. What are you doing?”

“Look, I haven’t done this in a very long time, okay?!” Eddie hissed. “I was with Shannon for two years before I enlisted. Two tours later, and add a kid to the picture, I’m a little out of practice!”

Buck’s face softens and he seems to take pity on him.

“Well, if you would get out of your own head and take a look around, you’d notice that more than a few lovely ladies have been eying you up all night.” Buck pauses and adds, “A few guys, too. If you’re into that.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pulls a face like Buck just told a joke. He misses the way Buck looks slightly dejected, just for a second, before his grin slides back into place.

“So what are you looking for then? Blonde? Brunette? Are you into any weird stuff ‘cause the chick with the sleeve tats over there looks like she likes to play with toys.”

Eddie sighs and shakes his head, finally looking around the room for the first time. “I want something… uncomplicated.”

“Uncomplicated like a quickie in the bathroom? I’ve been there, and would not recommend. Your back will be killing you the next day.”

“Just… something easy, no strings attached, never have to call them again…”

“A one-night stand?” Buck frowns and tilts his head curiously. “Sounds like my old kind of thing. I didn’t think it was yours.”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s too hard to try for anything serious. I have Christopher to think about, and he needs one hundred percent of my attention. And I definitely can’t be bringing home random girls, hoping one of them is going to be Chris’s new mom.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Most would run away once they find out I’m a widowed veteran-father anyway. Talk about a flight risk.”

“Don’t be so negative about yourself,” Buck says, his voice low. “You’re a great guy, and anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Eddie pauses at the sincerity in Buck’s voice. It’s sweet. And nice. But he shakes his head and the moment ends. “Alright, help me out here. I really don’t want to go home tonight to just my left hand for company. Who do you think I’ve got a chance with?”

Buck grins, a little mirthless. “The girl in the red top, drinking a Long Island at the bar.” He raises an eyebrow and nods in her direction. “She’s with a group of friends, but she’s not been chatty. She keeps looking around the room like she’s looking for someone.”

Eddie turns and to his surprise, he makes eye contact. She’s attractive, probably mid to late twenties, with brown hair and blue eyes. Three solid seconds pass before she grins flirtatiously, bats her eyes, and looks away.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Buck murmurs.

Eddie finishes off his beer. The bitter taste lingers and settles in his mouth, giving him an odd sense of confidence as he stands. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” Buck says softly.

Eddie slides against the bar next to the girl in the red top. He grins, friendly but not over the top. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she answers with a bright smile.

Eddie waves over the bartender. “Hi, can I get an IPA and another of what she’s having? Oh, and one more beer for my friend—” He turns his head, about to point to Buck when his eyes land on their empty table. Buck’s jacket is gone too.

He must have left.

“Um, nevermind about that last one. Thanks.”

…

Evan Buckley has been in love with his best friend for over two years. It’s painful, that they can be so close and yet he sometimes feels a million miles away. “I can’t get him out of my head, Mads. I think about him all the time and it’s so fucking distracting.”

“Dude, I work with you guys,” Chimney says slowly. “In a very dangerous line of work.”

Buck scowls as Maddie slaps her boyfriend’s arm. “I came over here to talk to my sister. Do you really have to be a part of the conversation?”

“I was here first!”

“Hm, yeah sorry,” Buck frowns and shakes his head. “I think I’ve got about twenty-six years on you in that department.”

“Stop fighting, children, please!”

Buck continues to mope on the couch while Chim shakes his head and helps himself to snacks on the coffee table. The crunch of chips between his teeth clashes harshly with the constant thump of Buck’s knee bouncing against the underside of the table.

“Look, Evan,” Maddie says carefully. “I think you really need to tell Eddie how you feel.”

“Why? What’s the point?” Buck demands. “So that he can reject me nicely? Let me down easy, maybe? Best case scenario, he says that nothing’s ever going to change between us and then he acts all weird and awkward because he knows that his best friend—who is a guy—is fucking in love with him!”

Maddie reaches over and grabs her brother’s hand to hold. Even Chim’s eyes are downcast, looking like he feels a bit bad for him.

“You have to tell him, so that you can start to get over him,” Maddie says softly. “So that you can move on.”

“Maddie’s right,” Chim chimes in. “Rejection is the first step. If Tatiana hadn’t rejected me, I’d probably still be in that awful facade of a relationship. I never would have found the most wonderful and amazing person that I was meant to be with.”

Maddie grins softly at him. She leans over and they share a sweet kiss.

“Ugh,” Buck pulls a face and looks away. “Gross. That’s it, I can’t take any more of this. I’m out of here.”

“Evan, you don’t have to go!” Maddie says.

At the same time that Chim says, “See ya tomorrow, Buck.” He shrugs when they both give him a look. “What? I spend all day with the guy, I gotta see him at home, too?”

“Love you too, Chim,” Buck says sarcastically.

“He’s family,” Maddie says sternly.

“Hey, speaking of, where’s Albert?” Buck asks.

“Probably hooking up with rando hot girl number thirty.”

“Huh.” Buck pulls out his phone and hums. He says his goodbyes and leaves his sister and Chimney to do… whatever old, happy couples do on a Wednesday night.

Where you at?

A minute later, Albert responds. Some bar on West 23rd St. Wanna join?

Not feeling up to it. Wanna come over and hang instead?

Sure. Albert says. And then another text. I’ll be over in an hour.

…

It’s the middle of their shift and things are slow, which is never something to complain about. Eddie regales a tale about the latest girl he hooked up with. There have been a few girls since that night at the bar, and Eddie never shies away from telling Buck. Nothing too lewd. Just the highlights.

Buck nods and hums in response. His attention, however, is glued to his phone, where his thumbs rapidly fly across the screen as he texts. He plasters a lopsided grin on his face for show.

“I’m sorry, is my story about my foray back into the dating scene for the first time in over a decade too boring for you?”

Buck’s eyes snap up and he grins apologetically. He quickly slips his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry! I was listening, I swear!”

Eddie doesn’t buy it for one second.

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Buck says quickly. See, he was listening. “You sealed the deal, right?”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah. It was alright. Not exactly a night of passion.”

“Better luck next time. Plenty more one-night fish in the sea, am I right?”

Eddie frowns, figuring Buck is right. He puts his mediocre night out of his mind. Buck looks like he’s itching to check his phone again. And then Eddie suddenly wonders what’s got his friend so distracted lately. “Hey, what was that just now? You’ve been glued to your phone the whole day. What is going on with you?”

Buck blushes and actually looks embarrassed, a rare sight. “I uh—I met someone,” he says bashfully.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, surprised. “Wow, um, congrats, dude. You haven’t mentioned getting back out there or anything.”

“Yeah, well. I figured it was time. It’s been a year since Ali…”

Eddie frowns and tries to be happy for him. But the only thing he can think is, “Is it serious?”

Buck grins softly. “It might be. Too early to tell, you know? But I think I want it to be.”

Eddie nods. An uncomfortable feeling rolls around in the pit of his stomach. He must have eaten something at lunch that doesn’t agree with him. He brushes it aside. “What’s her name?”

Buck hesitates. “His name is… Tom.”

Whatever Eddie ate for lunch might be threatening to come back up again.

…

“How could he not tell me? I mean, how could he not tell me?! We’re best friends, this is the type of thing that you tell your best friend!” Eddie gestures wildly with his arms as he speaks.

“I don’t understand why this is such a big deal,” Hen takes a drink of her cocktail and narrowly avoids being hit accidentally by Eddie’s flailing hands. “It’s not like he outright lied to you.”

“Not telling me that he’s into guys isn’t lying to me?”

“He’s dated one girl in the two plus years that you’ve known him. So he omitted one small fact about himself, so what? There are people who like both, you know.”

Eddie scoffs, incredulous. “Yeah, but Buck?!”

Hen gives him a pointed look and Eddie sighs. “I just… I don’t get why didn’t he tell me sooner.” He says softly.

“Please. You are not about to ask a lesbian why Buck didn’t out himself to you sooner. And you are definitely not having an issue with the fact itself, right?”

“Of course not,” Eddie says firmly. He might have grown up in a homophobic town in Texas, but that was never him. He stood up for the kids who got bullied growing up. He would never hate Buck for being gay, bi, pan, or whatever he labels himself. He would never hate anyone for that.

He just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. Why didn’t Buck tell him sooner? Why does it feel like such a painful and devastating betrayal, knowing that Buck met someone and they ‘might’ be getting serious?

“Wait,” Eddie freezes. “Hang on. Why aren’t you more surprised by this?”

Hen chuckles. “We have… a type of radar. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” She finishes her drink and laughs to herself. “From the second I laid eyes on that boy, I could tell he was a womanizer and a playboy. But let me tell you, that bitch also looks like he is two clicks away from calling the first man to pull his hair Daddy.” She cackles loudly, unaware that Eddie is struggling not to choke on the air in his lungs.

…

Albert is really good at chess.

Apparently, he won some sort of big deal tournament in South Korea. He brushes it off like no big deal whenever Chimney brings it up.

“It’s about being able to predict your opponent's move before they’ve even thought of it. You need to be three steps ahead, always. And flexible enough to adjust your strategy to the evolving game.”

Buck frowns. “That sounds really complicated. And hard.”

“I can teach you. Have you ever heard of game theory?”

“Dude, I told you I wasn’t the best in school,” Buck groans.

“Game theory is recognized as an important tool in many fields. It’s won Nobel prizes,” Albert says seriously.

Buck’s head spins from the nerd talk. “The only thing I care about, is will this even work?”

“Trust me,” Albert smiles, young and soft and genuine. “With my help, it will work.”

…

“Hi, Buck!”

Buck grins at Christopher’s excitement and quickly shoves two bags of take-out into Eddie’s hands so that he can kneel down and give Chris a hug. “Hi, buddy, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Buck!”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been over in a while. I’ve been busy.” His brow furrows, regretful, and he sneaks a quick glance at Eddie, who wears an unreadable expression while he tries to balance the bags Buck had pushed into his arms.

“That’s okay, you’re here now.” And with that, Chris takes Buck by the hand and leads him over to the couch.

Clearly, it’s now Eddie’s responsibility to handle the food.

After dinner, Buck helps Eddie with the dishes, while Chris is engrossed by a movie in the living room.

“So I was thinking maybe you could spend the night?” Eddie says, as he rinses a dirty dish under the tap. “We can do breakfast tomorrow morning at the diner on Stratton, the one that Chris likes. And I was going to take him to the park afterwards, you know he loves having you there.”

Buck is silent for a moment, just long enough that Eddie stops and looks up from what he’s doing.

“I um… I actually have plans later tonight.”

“Oh,” Eddie says dumbly. Out the corner of his eye, the clock on the oven blinks 8:11 PM. “What kind of plans?” He asks casually.

Buck blushes and drops his gaze. “Tom’s coming over.” A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “I don’t think you want any details beyond that.”

Eddie purses his lips and returns his attention to the dishes. He doesn’t want to think about Buck and Tom, the latter is just a faceless shadow in his mind. But one with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw.

Nope, he does not need any more details.

“Maybe I could still join you guys at the park though?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mutters, as he scrubs a plate with far more force than necessary. “I’m sure Chris would love that.”

…

Eddie isn’t as great at hiding his emotions as he would like to believe. Maybe once upon a time he got away with it, but over the past two years, the 118 has become family to him. And families pry. They get into each other’s business, with good intentions, of course.

“Rough night?”

Eddie looks up and sees his Captain’s concerned face watching him. “Uh, sort of, Cap. I haven’t been sleeping well,” he admits. “Kind of have a lot on my mind right now. But I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s not affecting my work.”

Bobby takes a seat in the chair next to him. “You’ve been pretty quiet lately. Is everything alright at home?”

“Yeah, everything’s great,” Eddie says carefully. “Christopher is doing well and he’s loving his classes at school. Everything’s great, Cap.”

The words taste like ash and sound fake to his own ears.

“Listen, it’s my job to know when something is wrong with my team,” Bobby says seriously. “And you’ve been off for weeks now. Is there… is there something going on between you and Buck that I should know about?”

“No! No, of course not!” Eddie says, a little too quickly. “I mean… Okay, honestly, Buck hasn’t been around much lately—” He clears his throat awkwardly. “Since he’s been seeing someone and… Chris has been asking why he hasn’t been around as much, and I know that he misses him.” He sighs and runs his hands through his short hair. “I just don’t know what to do about it.”

Bobby gives him a strange look, like maybe he’s being a bit slow. “Have you tried… talking to Buck about this? I’m sure Buck is more than happy to make time for you guys. You’re family to him.”

Eddie blinks, oblivious. “No. Why would I?”

“Because it might solve all your problems.”

Eddie snorts. That doesn’t quite compute.

Bobby pats him on the shoulder and gives him a sad, knowing glance. He wonders how long it’s going to take for Eddie to admit to himself that it’s not just Chris who misses Buck.

…

“Eddie, h-hey, what’s up?”

Eddie grins. Buck’s voice is breathy like he’s just gone on a run, or been going hard at the gym. It’s a sound that Eddie associates with a bad call that ends well because they saved the day. Out of breath and gasping, but still with a grin plastered across his face so bright it could light up a room.

“What’s going on?” Comes Buck’s concerned voice over the line when Eddie doesn’t answer. “Is everything okay? Is Christopher alright?”

Eddie closes his eyes and tries to get himself out of his own head. He’s been having trouble thinking straight lately. “Yeah. Yeah man, everything’s fine. Just wondering what you’re up to tonight? Chris is having some friends over and I could use another pair of eyes on them. You know I hate being outnumbered,” he chuckles.

“Oh, I’m sorry I can’t,” Buck says, and then there’s a rush of air into the phone before he continues, “I uh… I think I’m staying in tonight.”

Eddie frowns. Something doesn’t sound quite right. He narrows his eyes and presses the phone closer to his ear. There’s rustling in the background, like something is going on over Buck’s end. “Come on, dude,” he presses. “We haven’t hung out outside of work in like two weeks.”

“Yeah, I know,” Buck drawls. “You’re hopeless without me.”

Eddie is about to say something snarky in return when he hears a muffled sound in the background, right before Buck grunts softly into his ear.

His hand tightens on his phone. “Buck?”

“W-what?” Buck sounds distracted, and then the clear sound of a backboard squeaking rhythmically tells Eddie all he needs to know. “Eddie, I gotta go,” he says breathlessly. His voice is cut off by commotion on his end of the line.

Eddie winces when he hears the clear clatter of Buck’s phone dropping to the ground.

“Shit, I dropped my phone!”

Muffled noises and heavy moans drift over the line. Warmth floods his body and Eddie feels his face flush red. It’s suddenly very hard to breathe. He should hang up. He should pretend this call never happened. He really, really should not stay on the line listening to his best friend having sex with another man.

“Oh, fuck, harder—”

Eddie closes his eyes. Buck’s face in high definition lights up in his mind, lips parted, cheeks rosy and flushed, and maybe he bites down on his bottom lip as he gets fucked—

What the hell is he doing? Thinking about Buck’s red lips and how it’s so adorable that his birthmark is the same shade as that luscious mouth—

Eddie considers hanging up yet again.

But the grunts and moans and sounds of pleasure are getting louder. And he’s suddenly so fucking hard.

“Fuck! Come on, give me more, right there—”

His hand is reaching down his pants and wrapping around his hard cock before Eddie even realizes it. He jerks himself roughly as he listens to the sound of Buck’s voice.

He’s never come so fast in his life.

…

“Hey Chim, how’s it going with Albert?” Eddie asks. “You guys getting along any better?”

Chimney frowns and glances over at the bar where Albert, Buck, and Hen are sharing a laugh over drinks.

“They are getting along wonderfully,” Maddie answers for him.

“Well, he’s family,” Chim manages, shaking his head.

Eddie chuckles and his eyes can’t help but land on Buck and stay there.

Of course, they never mentioned the call, instead both chose to act like the whole thing never happened. Maybe Buck didn’t realize that it was blatantly obvious what he was doing when Eddie called, and maybe he didn’t realize that Eddie stayed on the line, blowing a load over him, like a goddamn creep.

The next day, he just smiled and clapped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder like nothing was wrong. Nevermind that Eddie’s whole world was crashing around him because he got himself off to his best friend being fucked by another guy. And the orgasm he had over Buck’s voice was more intense than any he’d had with the random women he’d slept with over the past month.

He can’t even remember their names.

So lost in thought, he doesn’t realize that Maddie and Chim are giving each other smirks and looks while he’s distracted.

“What’s going on with you, Mr. Mopey?” Chimney asks.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Come on, you’ve been acting off for weeks,” Chim says while Maddie tries to hide a laugh. “Everyone’s noticed. Just admit it.”

“Admit what?” Eddie genuinely has no idea what he’s talking about.

“You can’t possibly be that thick,” Chim says slowly.

Maddie pats him on the shoulder. “Babe, don’t push it.”

“Oh, come on! Even Albert won’t stop talking about it—”

Eddie never finds out what it is because they’re interrupted by the presence of none other than the man who is the star of his wet dreams.

“What’s up, guys?” Buck’s grin is a mile wide and he’s just loose enough from a few drinks that he’s extra handsy. And he’s pretty handsy with Eddie on a regular day.

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat as his skin hyper focuses on Buck’s arm around his shoulders. He quickly takes another drink of his beer so that he doesn’t have to answer.

And then he spends the rest of the night hoping and praying that his jeans are tight enough to hide the obvious erection in his pants.

…

Eddie thinks it can’t possibly get any worse. He’s wrong.

Weeks of blue balls and pining leave him in a near constant bad mood. Even Chris has noticed that he’s been snappier than usual—which of course, makes him feel like an asshole.

Buck hasn’t mentioned anything, though everyone else seems to be avoiding him like the plague.

And then during one of their shifts, twenty minutes after Eddie texts Buck to confirm his pizza topping of choice for lunch, he receives a photo to their text message chain. He thinks he’s hallucinating when the little icon image pops up on his screen.

But then he opens the image and his eyes bulge wide out of their sockets.

Buck is shirtless. It’s not like Eddie hasn’t seen the guy naked before. After all, they’ve spent plenty of time together in the showers and locker room at the firehouse. It’s the look on his face that gets him. The angle is taken from above. It’s meant to be sexual. Buck is biting his lip, head tilted back, a look of absolute sin gracing his handsome features. Eddie has never thought of his friend as pretty before, but god damn, Buck is pretty.

And as Eddie’s eyes trail down Buck’s chest, down his chiseled abs, they travel over the gorgeous V of his hip bones, to just past the base of his shaft, the rest cut off by his boxer briefs pulled down by the hook of his thumb.

The picture was clearly meant for something else.

Eddie doesn’t know what the fuck to do. He’s torn between confronting Buck about this egregious error that he made and running into the bathroom to jerk off.

In hindsight, the latter would have been better. After all, with post-nut clarity, he never would have done what he actually did, which is yell at Buck, in front of the whole firehouse.

“What the actual fuck?!”

Buck gapes at the lewd image on his phone, when shoved in his face. “I—I am so sorry, Eddie!” He stutters, red with embarrassment. “I did not mean to send that to you! I—I didn’t check the chain, and I had forgotten that you texted me your order—”

“You think I want to be getting shit like this on my phone?” Eddie rages. “Be more fucking careful next time you send shit like this to your boyfriend, or whoever the hell he is!”

Buck looks hurt. “Sorry, man,” he says softly. “It won’t happen again.”

Head bowed, Buck walks away with his tail tucked between his legs, leaving Eddie feeling like the biggest asshole on the face of this earth.

It doesn’t help that their little squabble had gained an audience.

Eddies groans and clenches his fists by his sides. He fights the urge to smash his phone to pieces.

He never does delete that photo.

…

Eddie’s not sure how they got to this point. Their friends pity them and Bobby has personally demanded that they resolve their differences. Fast. Or they won’t be covering the same shifts anymore. And now Buck is mad and wanting answers.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you, Buck.”

“You haven’t looked at me in days. If this is still about the pic that I accidentally sent you—”

“No!” Eddie says loudly. “No, it’s not about that. I am definitely way past that.”

Buck pauses and stares at him in disbelief. “Then why doesn’t it feel that way?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie swallows thickly. “Maybe you’re just imagining things.”

“You’ve been acting like a real dick lately,” Buck says blatantly. “If you have a problem with me, you should just say it.”

Eddie bites his tongue. “Nope. No problem at all.”

Buck grits his teeth and storms away. And that’s that.

…

Not too long later, Eddie reaches his breaking point.

“Alright, fine! Maybe I am pissed at you!” Eddie gives in to the weeks of loneliness and sexual frustration and yells at his friend. “I’m pissed that you haven’t been around! And when you are, you’re distracted and distant and all you talk about is this Tom fella—”

“My boyfriend?”

“Whatever!” Eddie says. “Fuck!”

He knows he’s being a Grade A asshole, but he can’t help himself. Buck drives him crazy and he has no idea how to stop it.

A long moment passes before Buck speaks, “Well, not to get your hopes up or anything,” he says softly. “But this Tom thing might not last much longer.”

Eddie’s curiosity is piqued. Despite knowing better, he asks, “What’s going on?”

Buck shrugs uncomfortably. “I think we just want different things. Probably not going to work out in the long run.”

“And… what do you want?”

Buck looks at him and for a second Eddie gets lost in the blue of his eyes. “I want something real, you know? And I thought that’s what he wanted too, but… he wants to keep it open. Keep seeing other people.” He sighs heavily, sounding sad and defeated. “Which I was fine with for a while, but… I kind of thought he’d change his mind eventually.”

Buck shakes his head. “Sorry, man. You don’t want to hear about this—”

“Tom’s a fucking asshole,” Eddie spits.

Buck blinks in surprise. “W-what?” He chuckles softly.

“You heard me. He’s a fucking asshole. I’ll kick his ass if I ever meet him.”

Buck stares at him for a long moment. And then his face breaks into a grin. “Thanks, Eddie. You’re a good friend.”

Eddie nods. For the first time in a long time, he does feel like a good friend. Because he would absolutely kick anyone’s ass who hurt Buck.

…

Things between them get better after that.

And one evening, after the end of a long shift, Eddie and Buck get good and truly hammered.

It’s been a long time since Eddie had drank that much. But they don’t have to work the next day, Chris is sleeping over at Abuela’s, and him and Buck are friends again. So he lets loose and just goes along with whatever Buck wants. And Buck leans very much into his personal space in his drunk and disorderly state.

Eddie doesn’t mind one bit. Like an idiot, he doesn’t push him away.

He misses the laughs and doesn’t catch the mild looks of judgment and concern from Hen and Chim, because he’s too drunk to care. And when Albert keeps pushing tequila shots their way, he giggles and throws them back with Buck because it finally feels like they’re them again. And he’s really missed this.

…

The pillow that smacks him in the face wakes him up fast. With a startled gasp, Eddie blinks the sleep and haze out of his eyes. The first thing he registers is his throbbing headache. “What the hell—” The second is the pillow that hits him again before he can do anything more than blink dumbly in surprise. And then he’s pissed. “What the fuck, Buck?!”

“Stop that!” Eddie grabs the pillow before the other man can hit him again. “This is not exactly the morning after I was hoping for!”

“What exactly were you hoping for?! What the hell, Eddie?! We had sex last night! TOGETHER!” Buck’s voice gets higher until he’s nearly screeching, which is not great for either of their hangovers. He seems to suddenly realize he’s naked because he pulls the covers up tighter around himself as if it might preserve his chastity. A bit late for that, Eddie thinks.

“You… asshole! What the hell?!”

Eddie rubs the residual fog out of his eyes and stares at him. “You told Chim last night that you would give your left nut to suck my dick, so what the hell are you complaining about?” He smirks and nods at the shocked expression on Buck’s face. “Yeah, apparently, you get reeeal chatty when you’ve had tequila.”

“Chim said what?” Buck whispers softly, looking mildly shell-shocked and like he really wants to bury himself in the earth and never come out again.

“Oh, and by the way, I am way hotter than that guy you were flirting with at the bar,” Eddie growls, indignant and affronted. “If you want to know regret, know that you could have woken up next to that!”

“He—he was perfectly fine looking,” Buck stutters.

At the same time that Eddie hisses, “Man-bun.”

“And more importantly,” Buck continues harshly. “Since when do you sleep with guys?”

“Since last night, apparently,” Eddie says steely, not nearly as mortified and shocked as he should be. He adds, “And it was really great. Morning after could use some work though.”

Buck swallows. “I never thought… I never thought you were interested.”

“Neither did I,” Eddie lies. He takes a breath, counts to three in his head, and on a whim and a prayer, he reaches for Buck and crashes their lips together with such force that they nearly topple over.

They’re all awkward limbs and gross tequila morning breath—and yet, they seem to fit together perfectly in each other’s arms. They fall back onto Buck’s sheets. A mess of gangly limbs, dried bodily fluids, and lips desperate to feel more.

Perfect.

…

If anyone were to ask what this thing is between him and Buck, Eddie would say that it’s casual. That’s the word he likes to use when he thinks of them. They’re sleeping together and it’s good and hot and mindblowing sex. But it’s also easy. Because Buck is uncomplicated, and he’s there again when Chris wants him. He loves Christopher, Eddie has no doubt about that. And most importantly, Eddie can get laid whenever he wants.

“Hey, so I was thinking about asking Carla to stay late this Friday to watch Chris,” Buck brings up to him one night. “Maybe you and I can go out to dinner after our shift. We could go some place nice. That new restaurant on Main St. maybe.”

Eddie follows his first instinct which is to laugh, because it sounds like Buck just suggested that they go out on a date. The look on Buck’s face says that he made a mistake.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Eddie asks after seeing the dejected look on Buck’s face.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Buck’s voice is low and strange.

“Because that… that sounds like a date,” Eddie says incredulously. “That’s not what you and I do. We don’t go to nice restaurants, we’re not—”

“A couple?” Buck cuts him off roughly. His expression has grown hard. “So what exactly are we?”

It’s a rare moment when Eddie is at a loss for words, but right now they seem to be stuck in his throat and he has no idea what to say.

“What exactly is this to you, Eddie?” Buck asks slowly.

“We’re just… good friends helping each other out,” he manages.

“Friends?” Buck demands, eyes narrowed and furious. “I’ve sucked your cock, I think we’re a little beyond friends, Eddie.”

“Jesus, Buck! Keep your voice down!” Eddie hisses, even though Chris’s room is on the other end of the house and he’s probably fast asleep at this hour.

But now Buck just looks defeated and hurt, and it’s the last thing that Eddie wanted.

“I thought this meant more to you,” Buck says quietly. “I guess I was wrong.”

“Look, Buck,” Eddie starts. “You know I love you, man. Just… just not like that. I can’t do that.”

Buck scoffs and looks away, which makes Eddie feel worse.

“I told you, a long time ago, that I’m not looking for anything serious, with anyone. It’s… it’s not you, Buck. It’s just that, I have a son to think about.” It makes sense in his head. It’s not like he’s sleeping with anyone else. He just needs to make Buck see.

“Okay.”

Eddie blinks. Okay? “Yeah?”

Buck nods. “Yeah,” he says softly. He slowly turns away, looking lost for a moment, before turning back, eyes glazed and hurt and unseeing. “I’m gonna go.” He says, pointing a thumb behind him. He starts gathering his things to leave and Eddie’s heart sinks into his gut. It hurts like there’s a knife buried there, twisting.

“Wait, no,” Eddie says desperately. “Buck, don’t leave—” He reaches for him but Buck snatches his arm away before Eddie can make contact. Somehow that stings more than when Shannon asked for a divorse.

Buck is adamant about avoiding eye contact, or any type of contact at all.

He’s hurt. And Eddie hates that this time, he was the one to do it.

“I’ll see you later, man,” Buck mutters, and then he’s gone.

Eddie stands, alone in his kitchen, feeling more lost than ever before.

…

Hen, bless her soul, is the first to pull him aside and demand to know how he managed to fuck up such a sure, good thing.

“What kind of moron are you?” She asks after she listens to his side of the story.

“W-what?” Eddie sputters helplessly. “This isn’t my fault.”

“You are both miserable,” she says bluntly. “Why?!”

Eddie sighs heavily and agrees. “Buck looked like he was about to dry heave when I stepped into the station today,” he says sadly.

“You are dumber than a bag of rocks. Eddie Diaz, I’m going to say this once and only once. You. Love. Him.” She says, enunciating each word.

“Of course, I love him,” Eddie responds. “He’s my closest friend. He’s Buck. I trust him with everything—”

“No, you dumbass. I mean, you love him. He’s not just some rando hookup you picked up for a night. He’s not just a friend, he’s Buck, the guy who would rather die than see anything bad happen to you or your son. He’s the guy who loves your kid like his own. And, speaking as a mother, that is not something to be said lightly.”

“I know Buck loves Chris,” Eddie says softly. “And I never asked him to, he just…” His voice trails off, as the realization slowly dawns on him.

Hen raises a brow. “Let me ask you a question,” she says slowly. “Why did you stop looking for girls to sleep with? You stopped long before you and Buck started this thing between you two. So why? Why did you stop?”

“I…” Fuck. Eddie remembers the longing that he felt when Buck was with someone else. He remembers how much it hurt. Like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. “Anyone else just… wasn’t what I wanted,” he realizes.

“So what are you waiting for now, dummy?”

“I’m scared,” Eddie admits. “I thought that it would be too difficult or too complicated, or whatever dumb shit I was thinking at the time. I thought it wasn’t worth the risk. To me and to my son.”

“And is it?” Hen asks softly.

Eddie bites his lip. “If this goes sideways, I don’t know what it’ll do to Christopher. That kid has lost so much already. And he loves Buck to death, if this doesn’t work out—”

“Kids are a lot tougher than we like to give them credit for. I’m saying this from one parent to another. You can’t let that hold you back. You can’t let it stop you from going after what you really want. Trust me, Chris will understand. He probably already knows you’re head over heads for his Buck.”

Eddie laughs and bows his head. “Yeah, probably. I never did hide it very well, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” Hen agrees.

“I think I was wrong,” Eddie finally whispers.

Hen’s fingers flex around his forearm, offering what comfort she can. “Are you done being an idiot yet?”

Eddie considers it. “Yeah, I think so. I just gotta clear it with one more person,” he says softly.

…

His son is the most important person in his life. Eddie has so much to make up for. He was away for so long and he missed so much. And he vowed that he would never let Christopher down again.

But he has. Of course he has, he’s only human. But he keeps trying and he never gives up. And he figures that’s got to count for something.

For over two years, Eddie watched the relationship blossom between Buck and Chris. He watched as Buck doted on his kid, took him under his wing, and not long after, he started loving him.

Eddie now includes Buck’s name on his list of emergency contacts.

It took a little while longer, but eventually Eddie realizes that Chris looks up to Buck like another parent.

The moment really came when he peeks into Chris’s bedroom and sees Buck reading his son a bedtime story, one of Christopher’s favorites. Chris insists every night that Buck is there. Buck does the voices better than Eddie.

There they are, side by side. Chris’s eyes are drooping, no longer focused on the page. Buck’s voice is still animated and excited, though getting softer by the minute. And the look on his face, Eddies loves that look. Eddie loves him.

It’s a terrifying thought.

It catches him off guard. It scares him. Chris already lost one parent. Eddie couldn’t bear his son losing another. So he kept Buck at a distance. Tried to draw a line between what he had with Buck and what they had as a family.

Hen was right, he was a goddamn moron.

Buck was family long before he and Eddie got wasted and fell into bed with each other.

“Hey, kiddo,” Eddie kneels down by his son where he’s playing with his toys in the living room.

“Hi, Dad.”

Chris’s grin warms his heart and Eddie can’t help but smile as well. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

Eddie smiles at his kid, the shining epitome love of his life. “I want to talk to you about Buck.”

Chris’s grin grows wider. “I like Buck. Is he coming over tonight?”

“I like Buck, too.” Eddie says carefully. “So you… you like it when Buck is here?”

“Yeah, Buck is fun. And he loves me.”

“He sure does. Who wouldn’t love you, kiddo?” Eddie jokes.

“No,” Chris shakes his head. “Buck is special.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “And why is that?”

“Because you love him, Dad.”

Eddie freezes. He closes his jaw and swallows the lump in his throat. “Chris, how… how did you know that?” He whispers.

“The way you look at him,” Chris says easily. “And the way you act around him.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie presses.

“When Buck was hurt, you were really worried,” Chris explains. “You were sad and you were upset, and you would do everything you could to make him feel better. Remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Eddie says softly. When Buck got crushed by a ladder truck, there were moments when Eddie thought he was going to lose him forever. He was scared—terrified. Not just for Buck’s health and safety, but he was scared that his life could forever be changed because some asshole kid decided to play bomber.

And when Buck almost died from the pulmonary embolism, because he pushed himself too hard—that made Eddie angry. Angry that Buck risked his life and his health and did this to himself. And maybe if Eddie had tried harder to be there for him, Buck wouldn’t have felt the need to get back to where he was so quickly.

Apparently, Eddie didn’t hide this very well.

“When Buck’s not here, you’re sad,” Chris says softly. “When he’s here, you’re happy.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. Kids make it sound so simple. He has a hard time remembering why he’s been acting like an idiot for so long. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So you love him,” Chris says simply.

“I do,” Eddie says quietly, tears growing in his eyes. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am, Dad. Buck is amazing,” Chris says with a grin.

Eddie has never been so grateful that he has such an amazing kid. He still can’t believe he lucked out, that he has such a wonderful son. “Yeah,” he agrees, pulling him into a hug. Tears trail down his cheeks, but they’re happy tears. “Buck really is amazing.”

Chris smiles and lets out a soft laugh against him. “I love Buck, too, Dad.”

So, now Eddie has some groveling to do.

…

Buck isn’t surprised when he opens his door to see Eddie on the other side. He does huff in annoyance though. “What are you doing here?” He asks. They haven’t spoken since Buck walked out. Buck has avoided his calls and the texts go unanswered.

Eddie doesn’t answer at first. But he motions awkward with his arm and Buck eventually steps back to let him in.

“Look, I really don’t want to do this with you, Eddie—”

“Of course, you don’t,” Eddie says quickly. “We were always awful when we’re mad at each other. Over such dumb shit too.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Buck gives him an odd look. “Am I just supposed to get over it? I mean, I’ve had your dick up my ass, are we just supposed to pretend that never happened?”

Eddie blushes. “Yeah, that’s not really a memory I want to erase from existence, so…”

Buck stares at him, stubborn and calm. “So, what exactly are you saying?”

“What I’m trying to say, is that I’ve been acting like a royal idiot lately,” Eddie says. “I did pretty much everything wrong. I didn’t think that I wanted you until you were with someone else. And then when I did have you, I didn’t realize that what we had was so much more than I ever gave us credit for.”

Buck stays stubbornly silent. But he’s not kicking him out, which is enough to make Eddie continue. “I need you to know that I love you, and not just as a friend. I love you like a partner, like Chris’s second dad, like a missing piece of myself, and when you’re not there… it literally feels like my life is falling apart.”

His breath shudders and he sighs, trying to get a hold of himself. “I am so lost without you, Buck. And I was such an idiot that I didn’t realize it sooner. So, please… I am asking from the bottom of my heart… will you give me another chance?”

“I always knew you were an idiot,” Buck eventually says. “I don’t know where Chris gets his smarts from, because it definitely isn’t you.”

Eddie grins and takes a hesitant step forward. “Yeah, I deserve that,” he says softly, and then he takes another step. “You’re right, I was an idiot.”

“I’m gonna make you take me out, you know,” Buck whispers. “You’re gonna have to wine and dine me, and I mean, the good, expensive stuff.”

“Whatever you want, babe. I swear.” Eddie takes another final step and then he’s crowding into Buck’s space, pressing tight against his chest. He leans up to press their lips together and Buck’s got that look in his eyes that Eddie knows all too well. The look that says he’s in too deep, he loves too much, and if Eddie hurts him again, that’ll be the end of him.

But Eddie swears to high heaven, he’ll do his best to never ever hurt this man again.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been such an idiot,” Eddie murmurs against his lips.

“You swear you’ll stay with me this time?” Buck asks. “You’ll try this for real with me?”

Eddie nods. He presses their lips together, again and again, like he can’t get enough. His fingers are wrapped tight around the other man’s shirt, and he can tell Buck is holding himself back. He presses his weight against him, pushing him through the small apartment until they both fall against the couch—the stairs being too much to traverse in their state. The intense heat of their bodies together opens all the floodgates.

“I promise you, Buck. For real. You and me,” Eddie nods his head, his fingers fumble with Buck’s zipper, and then his own. “Like we should have been this whole goddamn time.”

When the clothes are off and skin is pressed to bare skin, they moan like starved men gasping for air. There’s lube somewhere in Buck’s coffee table drawer, and a box of condoms. Eddie presses his fingers into the hard flesh along Buck’s hips and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He sucks bruises into Buck’s skin, tastes him on his tongue and smells him in his nostrils. He can feel the other man’s pulse; strong, fast, and steady. He feels it rise and flutter as he moves inside him.

Their bodies grind together and the feeling is intoxicating; hot, sickly, and sweet. They’re reckless and dangerous and so in love that they’re sure nothing they’ve ever experienced even comes close to this.

They groan and pant and freefall toward climax together, limbs wrapped around each other, messy and uncoordinated. And when it’s over, Eddie presses his sweaty temple gently against Buck’s cheek. He’s gasping, struggling to catch his breath.

Buck chuckles softly, his hand comes up to wrap around Eddie’s arm. Their sounds echo through the apartment, a familiar comfort to them both.

“I’m hungry,” Buck says softly, before Eddie has even pulled out of him. “You wanna grab some food?”

Eddie grins and nods his head.

This feels good, he thinks to himself, better than anything he’s had before. And this time, he’s going to remember that.

…

Some time later:

“Chim, your brother is still here?” Eddie nods to Albert who’s engrossed in conversation with Buck by the bar. Eddie narrows his eyes at the serious look on Buck’s face. He wonders what they’re talking about.

Chimney gives him a strange look, perhaps surprised that he asked, and then he shrugs. “Yeah, thought he was staying a few weeks. Guess that’s turned into a few months now.”

“Couch-surfing for months, that’s got to be rough,” Eddie comments.

“My couch, random strange hook ups’ couches, Buck’s couch. That guy really knows how to get around.”

Eddie frowns. “Buck’s couch?” He knew Albert had stayed at Buck’s place once, after Chimney blew up at him. Not that it had happened again though.

Chim raises his eyebrows. “You don’t know? They hang out like… all the time. It’s fucking weird, man. If I didn’t know you and Buck got a serious thing going on, I’d be a little worried about Buckaroo over there taking my little brother’s innocence.”

Eddie gapes. “Are you serious?” His eyes fly around the bar again, not knowing what he thought he’d see. Buck and Albert look the same as they did twenty seconds ago, still talking by the bar.

“I’m kidding!” Chim says, laughing as he slaps Eddie on the arm. “Of course, I’m kidding!”

Eddie breathes in relief.

Until Chim continues, “My little brother doesn’t have an ounce of innocence inside him.”

Eddies doesn’t know how to approach this. He wants to know why he didn’t know—why Buck didn’t tell him that he was apparently close to Chimney’s estranged half-brother. He wants to go over there and find out what they’re talking about. How does he do that without coming across like some jealous asshole? His mind flips back and forth between playing it cool and storming over there.

Thankfully, Buck saves him the trouble.

He pulls him aside and looks hesitant when he speaks, which Eddie takes note of right away.

“Hey, can we talk about something real quick?” Buck asks.

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie says carefully. “What’s going on?

“Um,” Buck shifts uncomfortably. “You know how I kind of made you grovel when you came back? And I kind of emphasized how you were a total dick, who needed to beg and plead before getting back into my pants?”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah.” He remembers it vividly.

“Okay,” Buck admits. “So, I’m kind of an asshole.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Eddie chuckles.

“No,” Buck insists. “I actually am kind of a dick.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He clicks and swipes while Eddie watches confused until Buck holds the screen up in front of his face.

Eddie doesn’t know what he’s looking at. It’s his contact info, with call data, and all their incoming and outgoing calls.

“Eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.”

Eddie stares, blank and confused, until it dawns on him. He sees the call log. He sees the date and the numbers and there’s only one possibility. Eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds that he stayed on the line. Listening. Like a perv.

“Um… I—I wasn’t—” He stutters. “I don’t know what—”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I knew you were listening,” Buck says quickly as he shoves his phone back in his pocket. “Um, I don’t really know how to tell you this, but… Tom wasn’t real.”

“What?” Eddie blinks and struggles to process. “Tom, your… ex-boyfriend?”

Buck looks genuinely shameful. “Yeah, he was… kind of, made up?” He says lightly.

Eddie’s mind sort of short-circuits then. Because what the hell does that mean? “W-what?!” He sputters.

“I’m sorry!” Buck says quickly. And then he rolls into a tangent that Eddie can only hope to follow as best his can. “It was Albert’s idea, ‘cause I was complaining about how much I was in love with you. And apparently, I talk about you a lot, like non-stop and he was getting sick of it. And I think I was moping and pissing him off because he just wanted a drinking buddy. And then he kept going on and on about behavior theory and logical decision making and all this other shit that I don’t really understand!”

Eddie blinks and Buck continues, “He told me what to do to get you and I just went along with it! He told me to invent some guy and it would make you realize what you wanted all along… And that if I threatened to pull away, you would realize that you love me and that this thing between us—” He gestures quickly with his hands. “—is real. And it worked!”

Buck shrugs, a small, hopeful expression on his face. “Except now I kind of feel like a dick because I made you feel bad, and he said that I should come clean about everything and that you wouldn’t mind because you love me too—”

“Wait, wait, wait… hold up,” Eddie’s mind hasn’t quite caught up yet. “You lied to me?”

“I’m sorry,” Buck whispers.

“Tom was… was a lie?” Eddie tries to think of the evidence. He never met the guy, never even saw a photo. Buck just kept talking about him… “But the call…”

“Yeah, I kind of had a bit of fun with that one,” Buck grins bashfully. “Our first phone sex!” He tries to joke, but it falls flat when he sees the look on Eddie’s face.

“You tricked me? You’ve been lying this whole time?”

“Well, I… I prefer to think of it as, I used dishonest tactics to persuade you…”

“The—the fucking… naked picture of you…” Eddie’s jaw drops as the pieces finally come together in his head. “You sent that to me on purpose!”

“I’m sorry,” Buck says softly.

“I cannot believe this! You—you inserted yourself into my life, lied to me for months, pull yourself away, and of course, I’m over here tweaking like an addict without dope! And feeling like the biggest jerk in the world!”

“Well, that’s a bit dramatic, I think.”

“Where is that asshole?”

Buck’s eyes widen comically when he sees the other man prepare for a rampage. “Eddie, wait!”

But Eddie’s already making his way back to the group. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he knows that he’s furious, embarrassed that he was played so easily, and completely blind-sided by the truth. He can’t even put his thoughts in order to make a coherent—

“Hey, asshole!”

All eyes turn to him, shocked by his outburst. Hen and Chim are clearly confused, unsure of what’s going on. A second later, he registers that Buck has caught up to him. The expression on his face is oddly reminiscent of Scrat from the Ice Age movies that Chris loves watching. Stunned, sheepish, and a little bit of ‘did I do that?’

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You think you can just mess with people’s heads like this?! You think you can just treat this shit like a game, like… like some fucking chess game?!”

“Eddie, stop!” Buck pleads.

“Whoa, wait, what the hell is going on?” Chim asks.

“You fucking piece of shit, I ought to—”

Albert stands slowly, his hands held up innocently in front of him. Eddie breathes slowly through his nose. He can feel Buck’s presence behind him, ready to hold him back in case he decides to do something royally stupid.

“I’m sorry if you feel fooled,” Albert says carefully. “We had no intention to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually.”

Behind him, the others stare, mouths gaping. “What is happening right now?” Maddie whispers.

“Eddie, please think about this,” Buck says softly. “Please—”

Eddie cuts him off by taking a step forward. They all hold their breaths. And then, to their surprise and his own, Eddie wraps his arms around Albert in a tight hug. “You are such an asshole.” His voice is tight and strangled. “But thank you.”

“Okay, can someone please explain what is going on?” Chim asks. “We’re kind of losing our minds over here.”

“I think we might need some more drinks for this,” Hen says, right before she and Maddie share a look.

“Amen, sister.”

Later, after everyone is caught up and thoroughly impressed—

“I studied game theory in college,” Albert explains.

“Glad to see you’re doing something good with that fancy education of yours,” Chim says sarcastically.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about this,” Maddie says, incredulous. “Who knew you were such a good actor?” She smacks her little brother on the arm and chuckles at Buck’s yelp.

—and Buck and Eddie finally have a moment to themselves, Buck asks him, “So I can relax and trust that you’re not going to kick his ass?”

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. “I wanted to.”

“You had me worried there for a second.”

“Albert’s genius is what got me to stop being an idiot,” Eddie says softly. “He got us together, and you are the love of my life. I could never hate him for that.”

Buck makes a face, about to coo and aww at the ‘love of his life’ comment until Eddie continues. “You, on the other hand, you lied to me. For months. You manipulated me, made me feel like an asshole for hurting you. And this whole time, you were playing me. I think I’m owed some groveling now.”

Buck pouts and says, “My feelings were never a lie. I’ve been in love with you for years and I was getting desperate. You know, desperate measures and all.” His lips turn up a little and he wraps an arm around Eddie’s waist, tugging him close. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. Please don’t be mad at me. After all, I am the love of your life.”

Eddie grins and leans close, pressing their lips together for a gentle kiss.

“Yeah, you really are.”

Fin.

#911 #911 Fox #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buddie #Buddie fic #my fics #I loved writing this so much

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bittermarrow · 6 years ago

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Hi! I saw your requests were open. I was wondering if you could do headcannons on how the slashers of your choice would react to a blind S/o? Maybe first impressions and then current impressions. Thank you so much! I love the way you write

A/n: Oh, of course! And thank you, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! 🖤 (Also, I apologize that it took me so long to answer this ;-;) I did Jason, Michael, and Bubba for this one, thanks for letting me choose!

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Jason

His first reaction is absolute confusion. I doubt Jason knows much about blindness, given his background. You were wandering aimlessly through the woods of Crystal Lake, your friends long ditched you after being attacked. They didn’t even have the piece of mind to tell you to run or what was happening, all you heard was screaming, and then you were alone.

You weren’t completely blind per se, like most blind people you could still see light and dark, but that was it. Sometimes you could see blurry outlines of large objects, but it was night time, so you had to keep your hands out for every tree you may pass or inevitably run into.

You were cold, afraid, and left for whoever had chased your ‘friends’ away to be killed.

Surely enough, Jason found you, and quite easily too. You were moving slowly and made all kinds of sound, not stealthy at all in your clumsiness. The moment he realized you couldn’t see him, he stopped, dumbfounded.

You were different, blind, as you called it. And apparently, your friends saw no value in you to leave you alone with your disability, for that he understood. He drowned because the other kids saw no value in him, he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

“Did they make fun of you too? Is that why you kill? I understand.” No one had ever talked to him with such sympathy before other than his beloved mother. Sure he was deformed, and dead, but he could still see.

He let you stay in the forest with him, his cabin was beyond sustainable for you to live in, so he let you to one in much better shape for you to familiarize yourself with. It was rocky at first, you ran into things often, got frustrated just as frequently, and he worried for you constantly.

But now, after being together so long, he’s learned every which way to care for you. You know your cabin, and more than half of the forest by heart now, so Jason doesn’t have to worry about you getting lost as much anymore.

He still holds your hand or arm to lead you around out of sheer habit, but you don’t mind it. It seems to keep his anxiety at bay to lead you because there’s no way for you to hurt yourself.

Jason is almost glad that you can’t see his face, his real face. You’re not a ‘face feeler’ but the few times you’ve reminded him he didn’t need to wear his mask around you because you truly would never think he was ugly, even if you could spontaneously see one day.

Michael

WHat tHe fUck? aRe yoU dOinG? At first, Michael is a bit ticked off by your clumsiness, and the way you literally stared at him and said, “Hello? Who’s there? Merry? Pippin?” (Your service dogs)

He’s confused beyond belief, can you not see him? You ran right into him!

“Excuse me— wait, who are you? why are you in my house?” You reached over to tap him looking for his shoulder but not tall enough to get there. And that’s when Michael noticed how grey your eyes looked. He stumbled back away from you, instinctively covering his blind eye with his hand.

You really couldn’t see him. Michael lacks empathy and overall humility in general, but he lets you live. And even more surprisingly, he comes back.

“Hello? Is that you again?”, His head cocks to the side, and he taps your shoulder twice with the handle of his knife.

“You don’t talk much do you?”, another tap. You smile, and Michael hasn’t a clue as to why.

His intrigue is what kept you alive, your strange kindness is what kept him coming back to check on you, and the unexpected fondness he’d grown for you made him stay.

He knows you can’t see him, but sometimes it feels like you can. You always know where to reach to grab things, or how close he is to you. You say you can see blurry shadows and can make out some forms of dark and light, but other than that, your vision is void.

It’s not a barrier between you, you know who he is and that he kills people. But perhaps because you can’t see him kill is why you’ve grown so indifferent to it.

Michael particularly likes that even though you know your house well, you still grab onto him sometimes and let him lead you around. You trust him. Don’t trust him not to purposely sneak up on you sometimes though, he likes to challenge himself creeping up on you since your other senses make it hard for him to approach without you knowing.

He hates your dogs by the way. You call them ‘hobbits’ for some reason, and it just confuses him. Don’t forget to feed Michael, you know his history with dogs.

Bubba

Bubba didn’t feel right killing someone who was helpless and blind, it just seemed wrong. He felt bad for you, he couldn’t imagine a world without his sight. If he couldn’t see, he couldn’t butcher, make his masks or do his chores, and his family wouldn’t keep him around if he couldn’t work.

So he kept you, kind of like a pet at first. The Sawyers didn’t like it too much, kind of freaked out by you, and your greyed blank stare.

But after learning of your sweet and caring personality and your determination to do all you could despite your blindness, they grew to like you. It just took some time to get used to you, and you to them.

Bubba remained glued to you most of the time, always having an arm looped around yours or a hand on your back to lead you around. He gets paranoid that you’ll get hurt all the time, so he sticks around to keep an eye on you when he can.

He also loves that you’re so affectionate with him, always kissing his masked cheek when you could aim correctly and letting him hug you.

You shared a room with Bubba for safety reasons in the beginning, but now it’s just because you like being around each other.

He doesn’t mind your blindness, in a way, it’s what initially drew him to you. He also never has to worry about you seeing his face and his skin disease, as sad as that sounds.

You make an effort to remind him that you’d love him even if you could see him and that you fell in love with his heart, and that no type of face could change your opinion of him.

He melts whenever you say unintentionally sweet things like that.

Bubba gets very upset when you accidentally hurt yourself though, it’s hard for him to be not there all the time since he has other responsibilities. But you’ve made a point to remind him you’ve been blind for a very long time, and you could take care of yourself. Most of the time.

Bubba’s favorite thing in the whole world is when you learn to navigate the entire house. He’s so proud of you! You still have the occasional toe-stubbing moments, and you get frustrated sometimes, but you’ve gone a long way.

Chop top will leave Legos on the ground as if he wants to fucking kill you.

#jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #jason voorhees #michael myers #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees imagine #michael myers headcanons #bubba sawyer headcanons #jason voorhees headcanons #tcm #Halloween #Friday the 13th #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader

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orbitariums · 5 years ago

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brain freeze (peter parker x black reader)

brain freeze

peter watched the clock idly as time went by, eyes glued to the ticking hands on the clock. he was leaning against the counter behind the assortment of ice creams that were protected by glass, and waiting boredly for someone to come in.

his shift was over soon and he could leave and go home where ned would be awaiting to build the lego death-star with him. but for now he was at scoops ahoy. he didn’t mind it much, working here - who didn’t want to be surrounded by ice cream and happy people eating ice cream all day long? at least, that was what peter thought. it was good to get a normal job experience and a little cash for himself, and to help aunt may. he could still be a regular teenage boy. still, he was working alone today and it was empty in scoops ahoy.

at least, until you came in.

peter looked up as the door swung open and a girl walked in with her friends, and there she was, shining in all her glory. her friends were pretty but she was the prettiest, and peter stood up tall when he saw her coming forward. you paid no mind to him, engrossed in cheery conversation with your friends, laughing with your mouth open in a smile and then listening to what they had to say, a cool look on your face signaling that you were listening.

the whole group of girls weren’t very occupied with their surroundings and especially not with peter, it was as if he wasn’t even there. when peter’s mind had shut down its repetitive cycle of thinking: “wow, she’s so pretty!” or “i look so stupid just standing here in my uniform … what am i saying, she’s not even looking at me. i wish she would”, he quickly realized the girl.

he knew you as the new girl in town and at midtown high. your name was yn and she was a transfer from a performing arts school in oakland, california where you used to live. how you switched from the arts to tech, peter didn’t know. what he did know was that he missed 90% of the lessons being taught in classes he had with you because he was looking at you, blinded by your beauty. your skin was a chocolate (or dark chocolate) color, blemish-free and radiant, with (insert hair type and color) that complimented your already perfect face. regardless of your height, to peter you stood tall because of your remarkable beauty.

he spent most times during lessons when he had a class with you either staring at your back or peeking over at you from the other side of the room. you were naturally beautiful and for that, naturally popular, but from what peter could see you were also smart and generally nice to everyone, though also cool-headed and much smoother than peter could ever dream to be. where you delivered words with a calm, soft voice and suave smile, peter stuttered and tripped over the simplest of sentences (unless there was discourse on anything sci-fi or old movie pop culture related.)

even so, knowing that you were probably a harmless person and it wouldn’t kill to try to be your friend, peter didn’t have the chest to just walk up to you and start a conversation. the only time you’d spoken was when you had to partner up in chemistry. he vaguely remembered you smiling and saying your name, introducing yourself, and him just nodding and nervously mumbling, “peter”, and then you went their separate ways and split up the experiment. so, it wasn’t much of a first impression if an impression at all.

and now, he was serving you ice cream in the parlor where he worked. and he would have to talk to you, and all your gorgeous friends. and the way he was freezing up now, he wouldn’t try to make conversation with you outside of just taking your order. in fact, he barely even noticed that he was now being waited on, that your friends were staring at him and he was just stuck, his lips slightly parted, eyes glimmering with hope and that giddy anticipation reminiscent of middle school crushes.

“um, hello?” one of them said, a tan girl who peter knew to be named carmella.

he cleared his throat abruptly and tore his eyes away from you, suddenly readying himself at the register and straightening up, and his cheeks were already burning at the awkward moment.

“oh,” peter said. “sorry. uh, welcome to scoops ahoy… ahoy! what would you guys… like to get today?”

peter found his voice trailing off and his eyes traveling back over to yn inadvertently as he tried to compose himself, failing miserably. a concoction of girlish, knowing giggles emerged from your group of friends as they noticed peter glancing over at you and tripping over himself. they laughed innocently, making peter’s face burn even more red and curse his complexion for making his blushing so easy to see.

“um, can i get a butter pecan in a cup, please?” another one of your friends named daya started to order, and they all ordered before yn, peter taking them down and whipping up their orders as usual.

they had all sat down with their ice cream at a table nearby by the time it was your turn to order, and peter’s grew unsteady, his hands getting fidgety, and he was having trouble looking you in the eye.

“hey,” you said, your velvety smooth voice calm and already reassuring. peter looked into your eyes to find them hard, but somehow comforting. you were speaking quieter so your conversation was private and that was apparent too. and now peter was frozen again, it was like you gave him a brain freeze. “don’t pay attention to my friends, they were just giving you a hard time, but they don’t mean any harm.” you laughed slightly and peter’s heart soared - it was like listening to an angel sing while fairies tittered somewhere beyond. “promise.”

peter nodded, his body feeling strangled, and his words coming out in a stammer,

“i-it’s fine, they um… were really nice. no hard times over here.”

you laughed again and it became apparent to peter that you were laughing at him, though not in a mean-spirited way, but because you found him funny, and that was good. he didn’t know how to talk to pretty girls but at least he knew that much.

“you sure?” you asked, and peter nodded quickly,

“uh huh. hundred percent.”

you laughed again, he was so cute and funny to you and you didn’t even know why you were really starting a conversation with him out of the blue. as much as you liked it, you couldn’t help but feel like you were holding him up.

“i’m sorry, i’m wasting your time. can i get umm, a small chocolate-vanilla swirl, on a cake cone?”

“soft-serve?” peter asked, his customer service voice kicking in.

“yeah,” you said, and when you looked up, your eyes were gleaming, making peter’s breath hitch in his throat.

he started to freeze again, but stopped himself this time, glancing down and scratching the nape of his neck, blinking harshly,

“uhh, will that be all?”

“yep.”

“your total is $3.42,” peter announced after handling the register, and you handed him a five dollar bill with ease, peter looking down and noticing your well-groomed nails and how soft your hands looked. “here’s your change.”

he gave you back your change and something in him snapped when he blurted,

“and you weren’t.”

you cocked her head to the side, confused,

“weren’t what?”

“wasting my time,” peter answered, finding the courage in himself to smile at her just a moment, blissed out when you smiled back.

“you’re so cute,” you said nonchalantly, as if it were nothing, just a meaningless compliment that would be thrown into the void. but peter’s heart physically panged when you said it and his cheeks went as red as the cherry he put on top of your ice cream, handing it to you with hands that were damn near trembling.

“th-anks,” he said, his voice cracking.

his mind was racing, replaying the three words over and over again in his head. he was already preparing himself to never talk to you in school but always remember this moment as one he would cherish, the sole interaction that mattered between the two of you, small but a victory anyway. but he looked up when he noticed you hadn’t yet retreated back to your friends who were all laughing among themselves.

you were just standing where you had been in front of him, holding your ice cream cone in both hands and gazing inquisitively at him as you licked your ice cream. it took everything in peter for his eyes not to glance down at your lips and notice the clear lip gloss you had on that made your lips look pouty and kissable and shiny, and he did anyway.

“peter, right?” you said, and for a second he forgot that you too must know him from school, that this was a mutual understanding. peter figured you had just read his nametag until he realized you were actually conscious of his existence.

“yeah... yeah, peter. peter parker.”

“peter parker, sounds like a superhero’s name,” you repeated his name and it sounded like ice cream rolling off your tongue - literally.

he smiled softly,

“yeah, that’s me, heroic as ever. and you’re yn.”

“c’est moi,” you decided to lean on the counter so you could peer your head in and feel closer to peter, which of course made his heart race like mad, but surprisingly he kept his cool.

“i’m… peter,” he said, his voice getting lost as he found himself staring into your eyes, realizing too late that he sounded like a cd stuck on repeat.

you giggled loudly, amused by his awkwardness and cute behavior, cooing,

“yeah, i got that. you’re in my chem class, and you’re like really smart.”

“oh yeah?” peter laughed to himself and rested his hand down, accidentally popping open the register, scaring himself, and then having to close it abruptly.

“hells yeah. this one time no one else knew how to balance this precipitation reaction and you did it in like point five seconds. it was pretty impressive,” peter detected the tone in your voice as impressed, admiration even? it was too surreal to fully address.

“wow,” peter was blown away at the fact that you even noticed his presence in that class. “i mean um, thanks. you’re pretty - smart … too. i mean you’re pretty smart too. and, pretty. but also smart.”

you smiled, although peter was mentally beating himself up for being so rattled,

“thanks.”

“um, i like your earrings,” peter said in a desperate attempt to keep the conversation going, though he really did like your earrings, gold hoop ones shaped in a heart.

“thanks! they were like five bucks at the beauty supply store, i had to cop them. they’re these bamboo heart-shaped hoop earrings. pretty cool.” “yeah,” peter chuckled. “cool.”

he didn’t mean to sound as careless as he did, it was just that he wasn’t used to talking to pretty girls for a prolonged amount of time, and he was in pure shock at the fact that you of all people wanted to talk to him. like, you were willingly starting and holding conversation and the fact of that was too much to handle.

“so, have you lived here your whole life?”

“at scoops ahoy?” peter replied with a question, face palming when he realized you obviously weren't referring to that. “i mean, queens, god. yeah, pretty much. and you-”

“moved here from oakland, cali. so, kinda california girl meets new york. you know, it’s so different here, but i like it. the people are really nice, despite popular belief.”

“you must have gotten lucky with the people,” peter joked, and you just smirked,

“i was talking about you. but, sure.”

peter paused, taking in what you had just said and how easily the conversation was flowing, mostly thanks to you not being as awkward as he was, and he figured now was his time.

“um... listen, i know we only really just met and all, but-”

“just met? peter, i’ve known you for like, a couple months now,” you teased, and he laughed nervously, shaking his head, his curls falling onto his forehead,

“aha, yeah, right. but we’ve only just met and i was wondering if… if you… maybe wanted to hang out sometime. i-if you want. you definitely don’t have to, but-”

you made a face,

“we’re hanging out right now.” you caught sight of peter’s fallen face and just chuckled, nudging his arm from the other side of the counter, your touch electrifying him. “peter, i’m kidding!”

“oh,” he giggled nervously, continuing to scratch at the nape of his neck. “i’m sorry, i-”

“don’t be,” you commanded, and suddenly he knew not to be. you took a pen from nearby, holding your ice cream in a different hand, and started to scribble something onto a piece of napkin. “here’s my number. call me sometime.”

peter practically choked on his own spit at the sight and he blinked fiercely, his mind going foggy because he hadn’t yet evaluated what would happen in this particular series of events. he wasn’t sure if it was real or just some sick fantasy waiting to mock him by his sleep, but when he felt the touch of the soft napkin dimpled with pen engravings in his hand he knew it had to be real. you were giving him your number.

“oh. wow, thanks, this is… i’ll just call you.”

“that’s how phones work,” you giggled, and his fogginess and shock morphed into excitement and anticipation as he waved the napkin around in his fingers.

“yeah. i’m not that smart after all,” he said, joyous to hear you laugh again. “god, i know i must look so-”

“shhh, don’t say anything bad about yourself. look, i gotta go. but call me soon. maybe tonight, we can talk. if you want to.”

peter’s face lit up like a christmas tree and he beamed at you,

“yeah, i’ll call you.”

“cool,” you said, your heart rate increasing just like his did as you walked backward, facing him.

“cool,” he repeated, under his breath, a smile forever encasing his features.

“guys, let’s go,” you corralled your friends and they followed, filtering out of the parlor. you continued to walk backwards so you could face peter, “bye!”

“you look really pretty, by the way. really nice,” peter blurted out of excitement, still finding the need to correct himself.

this time you were the one whose cheeks got warm,

“thanks! you too,” you had reached the door by now and you were beginning to turn away. “bye, peter!”

peter said goodbye again and watched as you turned around and walked out the door, joining your friends, all grouped up and laughing with them again. and even with all the conversation you had just had, he still got a brain freeze when you turned around for a second, away from your friends, just to look at him again, a smile on your face, too.

#spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman oneshot #spiderman headcanons #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker poc #peter parker x black!reader #poc #pocfans #poc!reader #black!reader #yn #imagine #oneshot #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot

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igotyoukth · 5 years ago

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BTS juniors.

Masterlist.

Bear with me and the names of the kids. I’m currently studying for an astronomy exam, and had to use something for the names xx

Seokjin and daughter Ari (4 yo.)

She was the prettiest girl, and growing up as the daughter most confident guy you ever met, she learnt one thing or two. Ari was everything you would call a little lady. She loved pink since birth. Not tht she had any other chance. Your husband, Jin already had turned the whole house pink, the second you found out about the baby’s gender. But with Jin, a son wouldn’t have made a difference to be honest.

And just like her dad, Ari wasn’t just a pretty doll, she was also so kind, nice and intelligent. More than you could ever wish for. She surprised you every day, Jin especially.

“Dad, I can’t wear them,” Ari whined staring at her white shoes. Jin immediately started looking for pink ones to match her outfit better, but Ari’s frustration grew bigger. “No,” she sighed and walked to the shoeshelf herself. She took black ballerinas out of it and placed them on the floor.

“They will get dirty,” she explained and shook her little head at her dad. Jin looked down at her little girl and couldn’t hide his shock. His girl was so smart, while he didn’t even know he had to pack a picnic blanket... to go on a picnic.

“Yes, my smart princess, let me help you,” he said and helped her out of the white shoes.

And at Han River, Ari didn’t stop shocking her dad. But in the most embarrassing way this time.

“Do you know my dad?,” she asked a group of female teens, when Jin was busy with the bags. “It’s Jin, from BTS!” Ari started to giggle, when the girls turned to Jin and awed in his direction. “Of course,” the group screamed, when Jin ran towards them to collect his cheeky one. Jin tried to take Ari away, and apologized for her, but the girls were already singing to one of BTS’ hits.

“Jungkook uncle sings better,” Ari said, again earning wide eyes from her father.

Yoongi and son Haneul (3 yo.)

It was Yoongi’s idea to name your son ‘sky’ in Korean. He liked the metaphorical aspect of it a lot, how his son would always be up high, at school, in his job or in life general. Yoongi also described the sky as something so different, with the several colors and the weather, but still so consistent.

Maybe it was too deep to others, when it was just a name. But you actually didn’t expect anything different from Yoongi. He had to put too much thought into everything.

“Mini Min?,” you walked around the house, looking for your son and your husband. You didn’t bother calling them both, as Yoongi was always glued to Haneul, when they were home.

“It’s mom!,” you heard a little panicked voice from the living room, followed by footsteps running around. You walked towards the noises until you found the culprits in the bedroom of your son. Yoongi was standing tall in front of you, with Haneul hiding behind him. Haneul was hugging Yoongi’s legs, while Yoongi was trying to hide a grin.

“Where is Haneul?,” you asked Yoongi, joining their game.

“I think I saw him in the garden,” Yoongi said and winked, telling you to leave the room for a bit. You nodded a little confused, left the room but stopped around the corner, to listen what was happening.

“Now let’s change before mommy comes, okay?,” Yoongi spoke softly.

“Is it not pretty?” Haneul’s voice was kind of sad. “It is very pretty, but I don’t think that mom will accept your t-shirt as a drawing.” So that’s what happened, you finally understood.

“But books are boring.” You could only imagine how pouty he looked right now. Haneul always found new places to draw on, because like he said, drawing books were boring after a while.

“How about we go out and draw with chalk on the house wall?”

Hoseok and the twins (2yo) Luna (girl)& Leo (boy)

What else was there to expect from the kids of Jung Hoseok. These two were up since way too early in the morning with way too much energy.

“All I wanna do is sleep,” Hoseok whined. The man, who was once so famous for his energy and vitamin like character. The man, who didn’t think twice about another round of dance practice or could handle concert after concert. His own twins were his downfall.

“That’s what I’ll be doing the whole day,” you smirked at him. Last month Hoseok and you made a bet and the winner got a day off. The bet had been nothing spectacular, but for sleep deprived and almost crazy parents multiplication had been hard. So today, you had the day off, you would go to a hotel to just... sleep. You wouldn’t even bother with the spa or any other thing. Sleep was all you needed.

“And I’ll be having a great day with my two angels!,” Hoseok bluffed. His confident facade didn’t survive for five seconds, because the twins brought him back to reality with their screams. They had been playing peacefully with their toys, which was over now.

Leo had managed to tangle up his doll’s hand in Luna’s skirt, and Luna running away from him made Leo crazy. And of course, Luna had to scream while eunning around. Before you could calm them down, Leo caught his doll, and pulled at it. His doll suddenly left Luna's skirt, so that Leo fell on the floor. Luna looked back at her brother, seeing him and his doll. And a part of her skirt in his hands. So another scream party started at that point.

“I can’t survive this,” he turned at you,”you can get your free day,when those are five or so, but today you can’t leave me.”

“Okay, babe. But don't call them 'those', they were your two angels a minute ago.”

Namjoon and son Jaein (4yo)

These two were so different, but still so similar. Day by day Namjoon was getting clumsier, while Jaein was getting more cautious. But at the same time, they searched for each other, when they saw cute things on TV or in a book they read.

"Daaaad!," Jaein yelled around, until he found his dad in the garden with you. Jaein had a coloring book in his hands. He sat in Namjoon's lap like he always did and told him to wait for a second.

"I found our friends," he explained, searching for the tight page in his book. "You did? This is amazing, Jaein."

"Look! It's an octopus, but you can only see six legs," Jaein pointed at the page with a half colored octopus,"I counted them."

"You did great, but why didn't you finish coloring?"

"Dad!," Jaein suddenly said, frustrated with Namjoon,"I told you, it has six legs!" But Namjoon only had qustion marks all over his face.

"Only six? Not eight?," you helped Namjoon out.

"Ah! Then let us get a pen and draw the missing legs, ok?," Namjoon asked Jaein, who was now happy that his dad saw the problem.

"I'll get them," Jaein said and jumped up.

"I think he's afraid that you will trip again in his room."

"He is so smart and caring." Namjoon had hearts inside his eyes, watching Jaein enter the house.

"Yes, he is, but I think he is also afraid that you will destroy his lego castle."

Jimin and daughter Elea (14 months)

You woke up from Jimin’s screams and Elea’s laughter. While moving in her sleep, Elea somehow had managed to slap her father in, waking both of them. Now she was jumping around on the bed, running away from her dad. She was nowhere close to being stable on her feet, but she trusted Jimin to catch her, if she would fall.

“Stop right there, rascal!,” Jimin yelled jokingly trying to get a hold of Elea’s little arms. But she only giggled even harder and murmured something.

“Rascal!,” you could make out between her giggles.

“Park Jimin!,” you yelled at him for teaching her bad words. Elea was weirdly talented in that area. Only picking up bad words, when it took you months and months to get her to learn mom or dad (she said dad first, to Jimin’s delight). But once she heard Jin say sh*t, she repeated it for hours.

“My girl is just smart in her own way!,” Jimin argued, but then Elea continued with her little curses.

“Lili,” it was Jimin’s little nickname he used for her, when he wanted her to comply,”let’s forget that word, and I’ll teach you prettier ones, and get you chocolate.”

“Okay, rascal!,” Elea yelled happily, but immediately covered her mouths. “Sorry, dad,” she whispered afterwards.

“It’s ok Lili-baby, should I tell you my favorite word?,” Elea nodded excitedly,”Lovely!”

And just like the mini version of Jimin, Elea started chanting “Lovely, lovely, lovely!”

“It reminds me of someone,” you said to Jimin.

“Of someone lovely?”

Taehyung and twin boys Bora& Baram (2 yo.)

Only those who could handle twins were gifted with them, you believed. And seeing Taehyung with his twin boys, it felt right. Any other person would have gone mad by now, but he and even you were doing great. You developed the infamous instincs, that told you if the boys were hungry, awake or in any kind of danger. And Taehyung... was just born for this.

You kind of thought that it was his pure love and excitement to have kids, but really this was something beyond it. It was like watching these super dad videos everyday. The ones, where dads catch their kids mid air from falling or save them from being hit from flying balls.

“Kims,” he yelled without even turning around, and the boys immediately started apologizing in their baby language. The twins were playing in the pool in your massive garden. It was unusual for young people in Korea to have houses with gardens, many preffered apartments, but Taehyung told you that it was his dream to live like this. And you loved it as well. Also noone would be able to survive as your neighbors anyways. Your morning routine included dancing to Anpanman after all.

“What will you do about food?,” you asked Taehyung, because you would have a girl’s day with your friends for the first time in forever. And the twins only were problematic about food, anything else was manageable for Taehyung.

“Food?,” he thought for a while,”I’ll probably get hamburgers.”

“Ya! Kim Taehyung! They are only two!”

“Just the right age to start loving hamburgers!”

“So I’ll prepare lunch before I leave?”

“And dinner please.”

Jungkook and daughter Hera (8 months)

“You have to come back,” was the only thing Jungkook said on the phone. You had only left to get some food at the supermarket, because Jungkook was always too slow or hindered by fans. And you really needed to get out of the house.

So after ending your 2 seconds call, you quickly grabbed the essentials and paid. You could only imagine, what was happening at home. Was Hera crying? Did something happen to her? So you hurried and got home, to find Hera and Jungkook lying on the floor. Their bodies made a perfect L shape, Hera the short stroke, Jungkook the long one, touching by their heads. Well, not exactly touching. Hera’s fingers were in Jungkook’s hair and it was written on his face, that she was pulling now and then.

Hearing you enter the room, Jungkook tried to get up, just to be held down by Hera’s little hands and her whines.

“She only stopped crying when she did this,” Jungkook explained, going back to his previous position on the floor.

“Hera, come on, look what mom got you,” you tried to lure her. And she did turn on her stomach and started to crawl into your direction. With her hands still in Jungkook’s hair. Given his muscles and body, it was funny to see him defeated by his baby girl. All he could do was hope, that Hera would let go. So you came to his rescue, lifting Hera up, and freeing her hands.

“She started crying the second you left,” Jungkook said unhappily.

“It was the first time any of us left, she would’ve done the same with you,” you told him, because you heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“If she doesn’t cry, I’ll lose my pride,” Jungkook responded, but happier after your comment.

“And if she does?”

“My mind definitely, she can be so loud.”

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Rooftops // peter parker (repost!)

Word Count: 3.2k words of angst and fluff - so much of it. teens in love and all the cuteness that ensues :)

Warnings: man armed with gun scene (kind of) but no worries! there’s no death or blood in this one!!

Author: @neverlandparker

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry its been so long! Its nice to be back and writing! I really hope you enjoy reading this as much I did writing it! <3

Additional Note***This is a repost because I accidentally deleted the original!!! Luckily, I had a draft saved that was pretty close to the original...but I actually ended up changing it up a little bit :) please please please give it another read even if you have read the original post and let me know what you think !! thank you so so much for your wonderful support, it really means the world! -claire xx***

Prompt: From my prompt list that is now nonexistent haha: #10: “Um…so you are going to just try convincing me that the last 10 seconds didn’t happen?” #12: “Are you just going to stare at me?” and ps I changed around the prompt words a bit to make it better fit the writing in that scene!

Prompts were requested by anon & @underoos-shield <3

(photo not mine.)

…

It all began a week ago. You were walking toward your locker when you saw Peter and Ned standing nearby and speaking in a hushed, secretive manner. You thought maybe it was because they were trying to talk about some new Lego set without the whole world knowing so you just shrugged it off and walked toward them.

It was not until you neared in proximity that you began to pick up bits of their conversation and upon hearing your name, you froze immediately. Thankfully, it was passing time and everyone was walking in the hallways crowded hallways giving you some coverage from being spotted eavesdropping on them. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but hearing your name come up in their conversation suddenly made you very intrigued.

So you stopped at one of the nearby drinking fountains, filling up your empty water bottle as you made sure to listen extra carefully to see if you could make out their conversation.

Even with your back turned, your eyes widened and you almost dropped your water bottle as you heard what came out of Peter’s mouth next. “Ned! But I can’t Y/N, I can’t tell her! She would hate me if I did.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ned making wild hand gestures as he replied, “Dude, you’re an Avenger. If anyone has a chance with a senior girl, it’s you!”

You couldn’t grasp what was happening.

Peter? An Avenger?

Then that could only possibly mean one thing—Peter Parker, your dorky best friend was Spider-Man.

Shocked and stunned, you immediately felt your hands fly to your mouth in a failed attempt to muffle your rather audible gasp at the realization.

You were thankful that the loud clamor of high school students in the hallway made your embarrassingly loud intake of air less noticeable.

As you went through your day, one thing stayed on your mind. Your best friend. Peter Parker. Was Spider-Man?

But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The abrupt ends to your phone calls, the reason why Peter ditched you and Ned during your traditional Friday movie nights, and also the reason why his disappearances kept strangely matching up with Spider-Man’s appearances on the news.

…

As you walked home from school, you were texting your friend until suddenly, you noticed the presence of a person behind you—your intuition seemed to be alerting you as you felt somewhat followed. As you carefully paid more attention, you realized the same man had followed you for what seemed like 10 straight minutes. Then, all of a sudden, it seemed like he caught you sneaking suspicious odd looks at him, and faster than one could say “thwip,” he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at your head.

Your blood ran cold. Mouth ran dry. Sweat seemed to dampen your skin. Goosebumps formed. Tears prickled your eyes. Your legs started to shake. Your mind went blank. Pure terror seized hold on your heart and as much as wanted to scream for help and run for cover, your feet betrayed you, staying stubbornly stuck to the ground, as if glued there.

“Drop your bag and give me your money!” he roared at you.

You did as you were told, slowly and carefully as fear flooded your body. You reached a hand into your bag painstakingly slowly and was about to hand your wallet over but all of a sudden you hear – WHOOSH THWIP!

“Hey buddy! I believe that belongs to her!” and right before your own eyes, you witness Spider-Man up close, in action, practically flying toward your attacker and with a powerful kick delivered, he successfully knocked the man unconscious.

As you were still collecting yourself over the last few minutes, he deposited the weapon , called the police, and had the unconscious assaulter tied up tightly against the brick wall of a nearby building.

And as soon as he turned around to face you he froze, and the suit’s eyes almost seemed to dilate as if...as if he was surprised to see it was you. You took a mental note of this as you cautiously asked “U-um are you okay?”

As if shaken out of whatever daydream he was in, he replied wittily, “h-hey, isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

And as your smile began to fade, realizing what had almost happened had he not been there to save you, he immediately apologized, “I-I’m so s-sorry – I shoulda been t-there sooner. D-Did he hurt y-you?”

What you did next actually surprised you and him as well as you flung yourself full force at the masked hero, as you found yourself unable to express your thoughts in no other way, hoping that this embrace would suffice as a way of thanking him for saving your life.

And then it was almost like you caved, as at once, your fierce guard had been let down and floodgates opened as you felt tears slide down and drip off your cheeks. More tears came and you struggled to keep your composure as you tried to muffle your sobs, only turning into even more of a sniffling, shaking mess. It was almost at that moment that you realized that you probably looked ridiculous, clinging onto the spandex-suited hero as you sobbed uncontrollably in the middle of the sidewalk.

It must have been at that realization, but you quickly jumped back and quickly made an attempt to wipe away your tears, your eyes still red and watery.

“Oh my god—I am so-so-so sorry I-I don’t know what came over m-me, I d-don’t know what came over me—thank you, thank you…” your voice trailed off as hushed as ever, as Spider-Man faced you, listening.

“No–no-no- please don’t ever apologize. It was my fault that I let this happen and damn it I should have been here earlier and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…If I had gotten here any later…god what were you thinking? Walking by yourself? Who let you do this? Who was dumb enough to let you walk home by yourself?” he practically screeched and he was up about pacing the sidewalk in front of you. At first you were rather taken back by his outburst earlier but then the more you observed carefully, it seemed awfully like he was almost berating….himself?

You made a mental note that everything so far seemed to be like Peter. His height and build, the voice, and his caring nature which shone right through the mask.

But scared to jump to conclusions with your assumptions and possibly revealing his secret identity to the world, you sat there with your mouth shut, listening to him rant. You decided now was not the right time to confront him about this. It would have to wait for later.

“Um–hey Y/—Miss?” he waved a cautious hand in front of your face.

You jumped back to reality.

“Oh. Um,” you cleared your throat, “uh right!”

“I’d better get going,” you stated still slightly dazed from traumatic event and the possibility of Spider-Man being your own best friend.

You got up slowly and when you finally managed to collect yourself enough, you flashed a watery smile his way and started to slowly walk away.

Before you could get far though, you heard a voice calling your name.

“Hey! Miss…Wait up!”

You looked over your shoulder and you saw the familiar red and blue suit. Your lips quirked upwards instinctively and you turned your body towards him.

Huh?

His normally confidently and witty composure had shrunk and now he was looking everywhere but you, shuffling his feet unconsciously, and wringing his hands….nervously?

You looked up at him, with a gentle expression as if expecting an answer.

He cleared his throat.

“Umm yeah uh sorry–sorry just um can I walk you home?”

It came out so timidly, you smiled.

“Of course, I’d love some company”

…

Before you knew it, you had arrived at your apartment and you dug your key out from your backpack.

“Well, this is me….thank you. again. thank you for saving my life back there” you looked up at him.

And throwing all reservations out the window, you threw your hands around his neck, pulling him close, hugging for a minute.

Then, you pulled back, a blush dusting your cheeks.

“Honestly I don’t know what I’d do without you…..” you trailed off, then realizing what you said wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to come out, you quickly added, “…in that situation I mean.” Your face was flaming.

“Thank you again” you whispered.

The masked hero just nodded.

“I’ll see you around”

And with that, you gave him a little wave, and shut the door, as you felt your legs give out, sliding down against the back of the door to your apartment, as you sat there for a few minutes blinking back tears as you tried to comprehend what had just happened in the last hour.

…

School had gone as normal the day after. And there was nothing out of the ordinary. Admittedly, you were still slightly shaken from the events of the day before, but you were slowly starting to feel normal again.

You took note that Peter had stuck at your side for the entire day, running to catch up with you in the halls even if his next class was all the away across campus at the tech wing, insisting that he walk you to your next class.

You kept protesting, saying you were perfectly fine and pushing him away, not wanting him to be tardy to his next class, but he stayed adamant and walked by you for the rest of the day whenever he possibly could.

Whenever you asked about it, he shrugged and just replied with,

“Just trying to be good company”

…

Although having Peter so close the whole day which you had to admit was comforting, it also made your feelings for him a lot harder to suppress.

He was your best friend for goodness sake.

You were looking forward to walking home with him but it seemed like he had disappeared. You had asked Ned but he just shrugged and mumbled something about the Stark Internship keeping him busy again.

You sighed, you really were looking forward to the normal times again, when you, Peter and Ned would walk home together on Fridays and have a Star Wars marathon. However, Peter had been busy lately. You’d really only ever see him in school. Although you felt sad or sometimes a bit angry, he always apologized profusely about Tony Stark keeping him super busy.

So you let it slide.

You took a breath and started walking home. This time, super hyper aware of all your surroundings. Ten minutes into your walk, you felt nauseous. It was that feeling from yesterday all over again. Except when you looked around there was no one in sight. Perhaps it was just you, shaken from the rather disturbing memory of what had happened at this exact time.

You blinked hard and clutched your backpack and resumed your walk, picking up your pace.

But not before long, you heard a voice call out to you.

You immediately froze, adrenaline pumping through your body.

Surely not again?

You slowly turned around.

But this time, it wasn’t a big menacing man with a gun, it was only Spider-Man, perched upon a nearby apartment fire escape.

He gave you a friendly wave, and you imagined that he was smiling at you behind his mask.

You grinned and waved back.

“What are you doing here?” you called, curious to see what he was up to.

After all, it wasn’t everyday that you got to talk with Queen’s very own infamous web-slinging hero.

“Just sticking around for surveillance and of course, looking out for you ma’am” he winked.

Why he seemed confident today.

You felt your smile get impossibly bigger and your heart swelled at the generous gesture.

“Thank you” you called up to him.

“Anytime”

The rest of your walk home, you felt at peace, having your guardian angel aka spidey looking out for you along the way.

At some point, he swung down and joined you on your way home and when he was prompted as to why, he just shrugged,

“Just trying to be good company”

You froze.

He immediately stiffened.

The words rung in your ears, reminding you of a similar line a certain someone had just said to you yesterday.

He quickly stammered out,

“Uh - yeah you know, just tryin to be a good friend–that’s all”

You frowned but kept walking and before you knew it, you had arrived at your apartment once again, with Spidey in tow.

“Hey um this might sound really weird but uh I promise there’s a reason. Uh can you come to the rooftop with me?”

As your question came out, you surprised yourself at your forwardness.

“Um…er sure why not?”

Relieved that he had agreed, you started to insert your key in the lock of your apartment door but he had something else to say,

“Hey wait…”

You turned around and saw him extending an outstretched hand toward you.

“Do you-uh do you trust me?”

You were a bit hesitant at what he had in mind, but you had to remind yourself that this was the same guy who had saved your life, and again, it might turn our to be your best friend after all.

“Yes…yes of course”

You placed your hand in his as he shot a web out to the top of your building and before you could finish your sentence…

“Wait…what are you do y—”

You had to muffle your scream as he pulled you into his side, swung the both of you to the rooftop, and gently placed you down.

Your legs were still shaking a bit from the surprise, but you smiled. Soaring through the air from a spider web was one thing to watch but definitely another to experience.

You turned around toward the hero but he forgot to let go of you before you twirled right around, bumping your nose and lips with his as your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away, flushing at the accident.

The both of you blushed and looked away from each other, coughing and apologizing, but never daring to catch the eyes of the other.

There almost a pause on time as the two of you proceeded to stare at each other, mouths open, eyes wide, unmoving. Both of you frozen in shock just standing there staring at the other.

At last, you cleared your throat and seeing as if he was still glued on the spot, you came up with the worst thing you could probably possibly say in that moment,

“Ummm so are you just going to keep staring at me?”

That seemed to break whatever spell the awkward kiss? (was it even a kiss if they didn’t actually kiss?) had put on him.

At a lack of words, he immediately blushed and stuttered as once more, his nervousness you had heard from the previous day came back.

Peter prayed that you couldn’t see the raging blush on his cheeks through the mask. Of course it was just him being paranoid, the mask wasn’t transparent, but he certainly felt that way with the situation and the fact that you were staring right at him wasn’t helping very much.

At last he spoke up,

“Um…so you are going to just try convincing me that the last 10 seconds didn’t happen?”

Your head snapped up. You felt heat rise to your face once more.

But suddenly feeling a bit more bold, you took a step closer to him.

At your now close proximity, you felt no need to speak any louder and you whispered to him,

“Not if you don’t want to”

Taken aback by your audacity, Spider-Man peeled up his mask up to his nose, revealing his face from the nose down.

You were so close now, and just as when you were about to take another bold step forward even closer to him, you were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come from Spider-Man’s suit.

“Now’s your chance. Kiss her Peter.”

You jumped back in surprise.

“Karen!” you heard him yell.

Spider-Man looked mortified and although a bit taken aback, you just smiled, because the suit confirmed it was indeed your best friend, Peter Parker, who was behind the mask of the spider hero. You just laughed at his priceless expression.

“Peter! Who was that?” you teased.

Shocked that you found his secret identity in this way, Peter’s already raging blush turned three shades darker and because Peter was well, Peter, he started his nervous habit again–looking everywhere else but you.

“Oh um t-that was Karen, um my AI for t-the s-suit” he coughed awkwardly.

Then, but not before doing a quick once over to his surroundings, he yanked off his mask, revealing your best friend’s face.

“Oh my god—Y/N I’m so sorry. I-I-I don’t know what to say—uh um I’m so s-sorry. Please don’t be mad—just let me explain—“

“Pete—Pete. Whoa, slow down! I’m not mad at all, although I wished you told me sooner, but….Peter! That’s crazy. You’re Spider-Man…you’re Spider-Man. I mean—come on—what, wow and all those flips and wow you’re so amazing and—y-y-you stopped a bus with your bare hands—I……….“

What?

You felt hot under his gaze, realizing that he had been staring at you.

But before you could get your next words out, Peter decided it was now or never as he swooped down and planted a quick kiss on your lips, pulling back quickly flustered, leaving you to both stare at each other, stunned.

After the initial shock, you couldn’t help the uncontrollable smile that tugged at your lips as you felt your heart so fast, you thought it was going to fly out of your chest. But then the two of you stepped closer, and you let your eyes flutter closed as he met you in the middle with his lips on yours, and you swear fireworks were going off inside your head. Your hand wrapped around his neck to pull him even closer and his hands drifted to your hips, just like May had taught him. Sure, you had read about it in stupid fantasy novels and even fanfiction but it was nothing compared to the real life sensation of kissing your best friend. It was everything you ever imagined it could be and more.

Both of you smiled out of the kiss, leaning your foreheads together, chests heaving, slightly dazed, and hearts beating wildly. Finding his eyes on you, you looked to him and when his features softened as he gazed at you, you couldn’t help but swoon a little, feeling your heart soar. You bit your lip, finding him incredibly endearing.

“You know…I really like you Peter…um have for a while now”

“I really like you too Y/N. Its always been you.”

Thank goodness for best friends, rooftops, and first kisses.

…

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theritualofourexistence · 5 years ago

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Grandmom

When I talk about my family, there are a couple different things I find myself saying often.

First, my family is my most valuable gift. I am so, so grateful to be a part of the family I have, and they mean more to me than anything else in the world.

I’ve also been known to joke pretty casually that divorce runs in my family.

While I usually say that with a smile, it’s not inaccurate. My parents are divorced. My parents’ parents are divorced. Though I would never imply that divorce was easy or straightforward, it has brought some pretty incredible people into my life.

When I was born, I had three full sets of living grandparents and a set of living great-grandparents. On my dad’s side, I had Grammy (his mom) and Pap-Pap, Grandpa (his dad) and Nana, and Grandma and Poppy (his mother’s parents). Today, four of those six people are still living, which is something I treasure beyond words.

My mom’s mom passed away when my mom was only 19, so I never had the chance to meet her. My mom, though, speaks very candidly about knowing that Dotty is still around and has been with her (and all of us, really) during the most important moments in our lives. My mom’s dad, my Pop-Pop, married Irene after he and my mom’s mom divorced. By the time I was born, the drama of that divorce was long gone and my mom’s whole family had developed a very special sort of relationship with Irene, my Grandmom. Irene made this easy. I think loving was a very simple thing for her. Not that it wasn’t a sacrifice, just that it came very naturally.

My mom was sick around my birth so my first home on this whole earth was actually under my Grandmom’s roof.

My Pop-pop had his first major stroke when I was only a couple years old. I wish that I remembered him better when he was healthy, but most of my memories of him are of him in a wheelchair. He could be difficult (that’s putting it mildly), but my Grandmom cared for him through three major strokes and countless mini strokes, right up until he passed away at home in 2004. I remember saying goodbye to him. We didn’t have much of a relationship, but I was old enough to recognize the impact his passing had on my mom and her family. I think he was very, very lucky to find Irene. Really, I think the whole family was lucky that he did.

My Grandmom has been dealing with multiple medical issues including crippling arthritis for a lot of years now. She has never complained about this pain. In fact, I’m not sure I ever witnessed her complain at all. The last few years have been especially hard as she lost her driving privileges and her mobility began to decline. She didn’t like being stuck at home. That did not, however, stop her from continuing to mentor younger members of her church who were seeking spiritual grief counseling. Over Christmas she said that it was harder over the phone but that it was worth it. It made her feel like she was doing good work, that she had some value. I mention this specifically because it goes back to what I said about her ability to love. I don’t know that I would call this fierce. I would call it calm but strong. She managed to love everyone the same way, the same amount, with the same steady current of support.

On Monday, my Grandmom had a stroke.

She began to decline a few hours after reaching the hospital.

She passed away yesterday.

I know she is at peace. And for that I am so, so grateful. I will miss her… really, I already do.

It hasn’t been a secret that she has been ready to go for a while. Not in a morose way, but in a peaceful, acceptance-of-mortality way. Often, at family gatherings, when you asked how she was doing, she would say with a laugh, “Well, I’m still here and I still remember my name!”

I am grateful that my Grandmom didn’t spend more than a few hours unable to recall her name.

Because of this peace she had made with her eventual passing, I had the privilege of saying goodbye slowly, over a couple of years. I’m very grateful for that too.

She was a genuinely remarkable woman and she shared a deep, deep love with a family she didn’t have any responsibility to embrace. We certainly embraced her right back though.

She’s been the matriarch of the family for decades. For those of you who know my love of musicals, it’s funny, but she brings to mind a specific character from one of my favorite shows. I haven’t thought about this until her passing, really, but I find myself thinking about it a lot over the past few days.

I don’t have any claims on an abuela. That is not my story. But Abuela Claudia’s trademark song in “In the Heights” is “Paciencia y Fe.” Though my Grandmom and Abuela Claudia are more different than they are alike, if there is one person in my life who has demonstrated patience and faith, it’s my Grandmom.

It’s no secret that I run hot. A lot of people in my family do.

But my Grandmom was able to care so, so deeply in the most rhythmic, steady way. I’ve used that word “steady” a lot already, but I can’t seem to find a better way to say it. She was a pillar. Unshaking, constant.

For myself, a lot of my personal rhythm is sort of like learning how to drive stick. It’s jarring at times and there is jolting and horrible sounds and stopping and starting and stalling.

My Grandmom was never like that. If I’m learning stick, she was a train on a well-known track. She was the metal core of a building’s supports that takes the vibrations of an earthquake and disperses them safely and evenly. She was the strongest roots of a tree, the calm surface of a deep lake, she was the roof of the house in Glenolden that has been in my family longer than I have.

My family will miss her anchor in our lives. But we will be fine because of how she built us up.

When I was a kid, we would play with my uncle’s old Legos in her basement. She would always get our favorite treats, Yoo-hoo and crumb-top donuts and all the yummy things we didn’t get at home. She and I made our Christmas punch together every year. She iced my finger and put a band-aid on it when I was stung by a bee for the first time. Every Christmas she would leave us a special gift by our bedroom door, either pajamas or slippers to wear when we gathered as a family to open gifts on Christmas morning.

My Grandmom has been a part of every Christmas I’ve ever had.

She was very quick to laugh, even when her physical condition started to decline. It’s her laugh that I know I will remember most often and most easily. Her laugh, and of course, her love.

No one in my mom’s family would be who they are without her. That’s the sort of quiet, strong impact she had. She wasn’t the star on the stage, she was the stage manager—making sure everything went off without a hitch. It seems like the right thing was never a hard thing for her to identify. Not that she didn’t have to make hard decisions, just that she always handled them with grace.

Even when she chided me for misbehaving, she did so in a way that never made me feel bad about myself. I never doubted her love or her pride in me, in our family.

She knew when to push and when to leave something be. She loved to play games, I remember a lot of rounds of Upwords, and she loved to watch the birds in the backyard. I remember quiet conversations at night at the small table in the kitchen with just the light on above the sink. I remember that she came out to the bar with me and my parents when my 21st birthday happened to fall on the eve of my brother’s high school graduation. I have never been a drinker and even that night I don’t think I finished my beer. But she could tell that I was feeling low because I had spent my birthday playing second fiddle and she did what she could to soothe that. I remember just sitting quietly with her, so many times in so many ways over so many years. Being around her was peaceful.

She lived to welcome so many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I truly just feel so fortunate that I got to be one joint on the web of people she knew and loved during her life. I share no genetic material with my Grandmom but that did not stop her from gluing my whole family together and very gently and carefully holding every piece in place until the glue set firm.

She may be gone but the glue remains, stronger than ever, fortified, eternal.

Thank you, Grandmom. You’ve played an instrumental role in giving me my greatest gift, my family. I wouldn’t be me without you. I’ll keep loving you from here, just like I know you’ll keep loving us from wherever you are now. It’s easy for me to imagine you blending into the bright force of light that is the love flowing in and around and through all of us. I will spend my life striving to have the impact on others that you have had on so, so many people. In a world where peace and love and strength are priceless currency, you were and will always be one of the biggest diamonds I’ve ever seen.

Once you’re done telling Pop-pop all about the Eagles winning the Superbowl, you’ll have to give him a kiss for me.

We miss you, but we’ll be okay down here. Thank you so much for everything you gave to us. It is such a blessing to know you’re now basking in the peace you so often provided for others here on Earth.

I love you, Grandmom.

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 6 years ago

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But That’s Just Life

Summary: Bucky has always hated missions, but he hates them more when (y/n) isn’t there with him. In an attempt to cheer Bucky up, the reader does something much more

Word Count: 4200

Authors note: Tony as the readers best friend? Sam calling Bucky on his bullshit? Christmas Bucky fluff? What more could you ask for!

***if you reblog/comment on my pics there’s now a 110% chance I’d die for you***

Bucky had been so excited to see your name pop up on his screen that he nearly tackled Sam in an attempt to get to the laptop. It was like a beacon of light in their otherwise dull motel room. They had all been on this mission for the past three weeks, and Bucky was missing you more than he’d anticipated.

“Hey doll it’s-”, he began to laugh uncontrollably. He was always surprised at your ability to make him smile when he wanted nothing more than to cry. Missions were hard enough, but they were even harder when you had someone back home waiting for you.

Mirroring his grin you teased, “Like my antlers? I grew them myself..guess I’m part groot huh?”. Knowing that it would make him laugh you bought some fake Christmas antlers from the holiday store and wore them for the call.

It was cheesy, but it worked. Both you and Bucky hated being away from each other, especially if one of you was off on a mission while the other was just home doing press work or something. It was torture.

Letting out a sigh he leaned closer to the camera, “I love them (y/n)”. He would’ve made some flirty joke, but he missed you too much. Bucky just smiled and enjoyed the look of pure joy across your face.

“No teasing comments? You’ve gone soft Barnes”.

Of course you were only joking, you could see it in his eyes that he was tired and worn out. You were just happy that your teasing kept that smile on his face. Being away from Bucky was hard, he was your rock.

No one had expected, and truthfully you hadn’t either, but you and Bucky had become inseparable. If you were to thank anyone for it, and you’d hate to give him the satisfaction, it would be Tony. He was the one who had originally assigned you to Bucky.

“Hey kiddo, I think I found the Batman to your Robin”. Tony had that classic -you’re gonna hate this and I’m gonna love it- smirk all over his face. You were instantly skeptical of what he was about to tell you.

Still you were curious, “You mean the Robin to my Batman”. Tony rolled his eyes, but on the inside he was proud that his sense of humor was rubbing off on you. The smirk never left his face, “More accurately, the Barnes to your Nobles’”.

“My whats?”.

Was Tony being serious? He wanted to partner you up with Bucky? The only person Bucky showed slight interest in was Steve, and that had taken like a billion years of friendship. This wouldn’t work.

“Ooh I’m sure he’d enjoy those too, but I was thinking that first he could just be your partner”.

And then Tony saw your classic -I’m going to kick your ass if you continue- face. He reeled things back in, “Come on (y/n) you need a partner! All suggestive comments aside, I really think that Barnes would be a good fit for you”.

You let out a sigh, he was serious. Tony put down his mug of coffee giving you his full attention. Tony sighed himself, “Just give it a chance kid”. Tony just had a feeling in his gut that you and Bucky would be good for eachother, he couldn’t explain it.

“Alright Iron Giant I’ll do it, but only if you finally build that Clone Turbo Tank from Star Wars, or whatever it’s called, with Peter”.

Tony rolled his eyes in protest, but when he thought you weren’t looking he smiled. He grabbed his coffee mug again, “I’ll do it, but don’t be surprised if you wake up with a few legos in your shoes”.

“Wow what an evil genius” you scoffed under your breath. With a smirk he let your little comment slide, besides he was already picturing the look on your face as you admitted that you were wrong.

Bucky laughed softly to himself, “I figured we’d keep things pg, don’t wanna soil Steve’s virgin ears”. Steve didn’t need to be in frame for you to know that his cheeks were a deep crimson red.

You hummed in agreement, “Nice call, but looks like I can’t give you the rest of your present now”. As he watched you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively he began to laugh. Sam was somewhere in the room, but you heard him whistle knowingly.

Bucky slowed dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, a dead give away. He tried to cover it up by laughing, but you could already read him like a book. Bucky turned his head toward Steve, “You just had to insist that we all share one hotel room huh?”.

Suddenly Steve came into frame, “It’s less inconspicuous and we’re stronger together than divided”. Before Steve decided to go off on some tangent about unity and proper mission protocol Bucky put his hands up defensively.

“Just miss my best girl is all...even despite her cheesy jokes” he said as he pointed at your antlers. Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder, glad to see his friend so clearly in love. You weren’t done teasing yet, “Shame you don’t get to unwrap your present though”.

You heard footsteps and soon enough Sam came into frame. He motioned to Steve, “Let’s give the damn man some alone time because if I here any more of this mushy gushy shit-”. Sam didn’t have to even finish his sentence, Steve was already headed toward the door.

Before it closed completely Sam yelled out, “You’re welcome”. Sam pretended to be this moody lil punk when in reality he always had his friends best interest in mind. He out of all people was the one who had changed Bucky’s mind about training with you in the first place.

“You’re telling me the big bad assassin is afraid to train with a girl?”. In response Bucky began to eat his cereal more aggressively. He knew he couldn’t have this conversation with Sam because Sam would call him on his bullshit.

Still Sam was persistent, “I know I always tell you you’re a fool but I never knew you were an actual dumbass. Every time she’s in a room your eyes are glued to her, now you have a chance to train with her and you’re scared? Dumb-ass”.

Bucky was looking around for something to throw at Sam, and wondered how bad it would be if he threw his bowl of cereal. It was basically all grain and that's kinda like birdseed right? He’d just be feeding the birds..violently.

“You’re so in your own damn head about it that you don’t even notice she stares back”.

That made Bucky pick his head up, Sam had gotten his attention. Sam had the biggest grin across his face, he knew he’d just won this. He crossed his arms over his chest, “Oh so now you’re listening huh? Good to know you’re not both deaf and dumb”.

Bucky gripped his spoon a little tighter, “You know I can kill you with any object in this room, including the spoon I’m holding?”. Sam wasn’t phazed, he knew that threats meant he was getting through.

He grinned, “If you kill me you’re never gonna find out what she thinks about you”. Sighing Bucky loosened his grip on the spoon, and walking toward Sam he placed both his bowl and spoon in the sink.

Bucky still wasn’t in the mood, “I’m listening, but not for long”. He wanted to wipe that smug look off Sam’s face, even though Steve had told him that Sam was the sassiest with the ones he cared about most.

“Well let’s just say that I overheard Parker yelling at (y/n) for having a crush on someone that could kill her with a toothpick...and before you start picturing (y/n) and Nat...he also mentioned a metal arm”.

Sam had expected Bucky to smile, hell to even laugh at his little joke, but he looked sadder than ever. Bucky shook his head, “That’s the point Sam, I’m not the only one who thinks I’m wrong for (y/n)”.

Bucky had it all wrong, Peter hadn’t been genuinely yelling it was just playful arguing. Peter’s tone of voice hadn’t been disapproval, it was a mixture between excitement and shock, but Bucky’s insecurities had forced him to make up his mind.

“Barnes don’t start with that. You didn’t hear Parker, he was just teasing (y/n)! Plus if I thought you were so awful why the hell would I want to fix you up with (y/n)? Wouldn’t I wanna save her ass from you!”.

Bucky shook his head, his self doubt had already settled in, but Sam knew how to fix things. Sam brought out the big guns, “It wasn’t Steve who asked (y/n) if she would train with you, it was Tony”.

Bucky was insanely confused, as far as he was concerned Tony was far from forgiving him. Slowly he turned to Sam, somewhat convinced that he hadn’t heard things correctly. Sam nodded his head.

“Right? Tony wants you and (y/n) to work together. Now (y/n) is like a daughter to him, so if even Tony wants you around her than that means something. There’s no way you can argue your way out of this one Barnes”.

Bucky felt his mind racing a mile a minute, that meant everything. He knew that Tony had every right to hate him, but still he trusted him to be around (y/n)? Letting out a sigh he shut off the voice in his head and decided to listen to Sam.

“Okay...I’ll train with (y/n). But I don’t want you-”. Bucky didn’t even need to finish his sentence, Sam knew this was more than enough. Placing up a hand Sam nodded his head and left the room.

Even though Bucky was all better now, Sam had worked with people who had PTSD and he knew that it made making new relationships insanely hard. The conversation that he had just had with Bucky was a milestone in their friendship, and Sam had no intention of pushing things.

You smiled, “You really have come a far way with Sam haven’t you?”. Bucky nodded his head, it was insane to think about how different things used to be between them both. Still he didn’t really want to think about Sam right now, “Do you really have a present for me?”.

“Maybe...but first you have to tell me if everything's okay”. It was clear that Bucky was especially worn out, and you wanted to know why. He started to play with his hair, and that was another giveaway.

You tilted your head to the side, “James you know how much I love you, all of you, and there is nothing that you could tell me that would change my mind”. Somehow Bucky laughed, he was supposed to be the expert of body language but here you were reading all his tells.

He began, “It’s just..I hate missions and I’d rather be home”. You nodded your head, you’d already known that. Every time Bucky went on a mission the both of you dreaded it, that wasn’t new.

“But this one kinda proved to me what I want..and I want you...I just wanna be with you. I don’t want this life anymore (y/n) I don’t want to risk losing you and your cheesy jokes and how you can always make me laugh no matter what. You’re my best girl.”.

You didn’t know what to say. He wanted to give up this life? What would that mean for you both? For the past couple of years all you both had known was training, debriefings, and missions.

Bucky smiled, “I want to live with you in our own apartment, and the both of us can have normal lives. Hell, I don’t care if I have to be a fry cook or something like that...I’m just tired of finishing wars I didn’t start...and I think you feel the same”.

Initially you were speechless, but suddenly something in your head clicked and it awoke something buried deep within your heart. You realized that you had always wanted this, but you’d tucked it away in the deepest back corner of yourself.

“You’re willing to give up all of this for me James?”.

Once again Bucky smiled, he didn’t even have to think things over. Bucky was sure of what he wanted, “In a heartbeat (y/n)”. As he told you the truth it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest.

Back in the day Bucky had been a romantic, but then he’d lost everything, and that included his will to live. For a long time he had believed that life had lost all it’s meaning, but that all changed from your first training session.

“Am I gonna find out that your arm can turn into a knife or something today?”.

It was a lame joke, not your best work by any means, but you needed to lighten the mood somehow. From the second Bucky walked into the training room he looked all pent up, and you had felt like he was just dreading training with you.

He quickly smiled, “Uh no-”. In his mind he was cursing himself, what kinda answer was that? After a moment of awkward silence he added, “Shuri had jokes about turning me into Inspector Gadget though”.

He let out a sigh as he watched you smile, he was getting somewhere. He could read your body language and you looked insanely nervous. Bucky tried to push away the thought that you might be afraid of him.

You began to stretch, “So is your training style more like Steve or-”. Bucky instantly began to laugh, he trained nothing like Steve. He started to loosen up his body too, “Don’t worry I’m not about to make you run drills”.

“Oh thank god” you confessed. Training with Steve was intense, the man really took it seriously. You started to smirk, “Training with Wade is my favorite, you know sometimes for shits and giggles Nega or I will purposely cut off-”.

You stopped your sentence, you were about to sound like a complete and utter psychopath. Trying to recover you said, “Uh..yeah training with Wade is the complete opposite of training with Steve”.

Bucky smiled, it was adorable to watch you get all flustered like that. He clapped his hands, “Well there ain’t nothing like training with me doll”. The second the words left his lips he cursed himself.

He was afraid that with one single “doll” he’d given himself away. It was like his life had flashed before his eyes. He’d only ever called Nat doll, but not in the way he’d just meant it with you.

You watched in awe as the assassin blushed, you couldn’t believe you could have that effect on him. Earlier today you’d doubted that he’d even register your presence, and now you were making him blush?

You felt a sudden surge of confidence, “I’m bettin on it, princess”. To your surprise you even added a wink, god Tony would be so proud. The student had now become the teacher so to speak.

Bucky started to smirk, “If you wanna call me anything, besides that, call me James”. It was crazy, but he felt all his nerves beginning to melt away. No one called him James, but for some reason he had the desire to hear it leave your lips.

“So James, are you going to stand there all day lookin pretty or are you going to train me?”.

He had to resist the urge to tell you that he had an entire list of things he wanted to do you, and with you. Although most of them were dirty, he found his mind wandering to more romantic places as well.

As much as he desired you, he also felt his heart long for you. You’d awaken something inside of him that he had believed had long laid dormant; his desire for a future.

Flirting with you was so effortless, and exciting. He couldn’t remember the last time he was excited to talk with someone, to tease them. Suddenly he felt hooked on you.

For a long time Bucky had stopped thinking about tomorrow, but as he looked at the smirk across your face and the look in your eyes, he started to dream about the next 50 tomorrows he could have with you.

Bucky smiled and strode toward you, “Hmm I was thinkin I could do both doll”. That time the pet name left his lips confidently, and he watched your eyes light up as it did. He could feel it in the air that this was the start of something, and it was intoxicating.

You smiled, “The let’s do it James, let’s make this mission the last one”. His heart nearly leapt from his chest. Bucky started to smile like a complete idiot, all his prior exhaustion leaving his body completely.

“Alright doll, then it’s a plan. You and me versus the world”.

You liked the sound of that, and you loved how happy he looked while saying it. Deep down you knew that you and Bucky would never truly be alone, but that's not what either of you wanted.

The both of you loved your friends, they were your family, you just didn’t want the responsibility of the world on your shoulders. For once you wanted to just be (y/n) (y/l/n), and James Buchanan Barnes.

Not members of the Avengers, not superheros, just (y/n) and James. Two humans who loved each other and wanted to live happily ever after, nothing more than that.

Thinking it over you wanted to laugh; Tony would never let either of you live in some dingy Brooklyn apartment, he’d set you up somewhere nice. Sam would probably come by each week with homemade meals, and Steve...well Steve would have his own honorary guest bedroom.

The motel door began to open slowly, “Please tell me y’all are clothed...the arms dealer left a message on Steve’s burner so we gotta roll”. After speaking Sam entered the room, his hands covering his eyes.

You and Bucky exchanged looks, the both of you wondering whether or not to play a joke on Sam. Maybe you would’ve, but your minds were already off planning your future together.

Bucky began to dream about lazy sunday mornings, you entering the kitchen wearing only his flannel. Your bedroom hair, the way your eyes would look as the early light hit them, and how the morning was the only time your voice was ever a delicate whisper.

God, with each thought he felt his heart beat faster. He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever excited about something yet to come. For once, teasing Sam was the last of his concerns.

You answered for you both, “We’re all set Sam, give us a moment to say goodbye?”. Slowly he separated his fingers and peered out from the spaces inbetween. Part of him was a little saddened to see that neither of you had jumped at the opportunity to tease him, until he saw your faces.

The both of you looked like puppies..or members of the brady bunch..or like you were high...you looked like whatever insanely happy people looked like. He watched as you were both glued to the screen, as if nothing else existed.

It was the first time he had ever seen Bucky smile from ear to ear in the past three weeks. Bucky looked as though every shred of anxiety and tiredness had left his body.

Sam smiled, so that’s what it’s like to be in love huh? Just talking to someone can make all your pain go away. With a single phone call you’d awoken the assassin from his three week slump.

“Sure thing (y/n), always nice to hear your voice”. Not wanting to break the trance Sam left the room. He couldn’t help but feel happier himself, it was a beautiful thing to see Bucky so full of life.

You leaned closer to the screen, “Alright James, stay safe okay? I plan on living with that pretty face, so don’t go reckin it”. Bucky’s laughter filled the room, his happiness just radiating off of him.

He didn’t know what he loved more; when you teased him like this, or when you said his real name out loud. Bucky never wanted to hang up, but he knew that the sooner he did the sooner he’d be coming home to you.

“Sure thing princess, I can’t wait to come home to you”.

After another round of ‘I love you’s’ the call ended. Slowly Bucky closed the computer, the lighting of the room shifting as he did so. He let out a sigh as he took in the room one last time.

This would be the last dingy motel room, the last time he’d have to spend three weeks in a dark and sadly silent place. After this he’d be with you, basking in your light and the beautiful sound of your laugh.

He smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky? Who had decided that he deserved all this? Bucky had hurt so many people, not by choice, but still he’d done it. But still..still… the world had forgiven him.

For a long time Bucky had been forced to view people in terms of what can be gained through them. If killing them would complete his mission, if torturing them would get him his information, if reading their body language could provide him with hints.

But now that was over. Now people had become more than just people, they had become friends and family. Steve never gave up on him, Sam sassed his way into his heart, hell even Tony had forgiven him.

As he thought things over he began to laugh softly to himself. Somehow, he had made it through. James Buchanan Barnes had beaten all the odds and gotten the life he always had dreamed of.

Most importantly of all, he had you. He had you. With a new surge of contentedness he got up from his seat and made his way toward the door. This was his last mission and then he was coming home to his best girl, and together they’d leave this madness behind and just be happy.

“So you and Barnes are flying the coop huh? Was it the wifi? I told Pepper we should upgrade...Or the fact that Bruce has seven Phd’s and still leaves the coffee grounds in the disposal”.

As you heard Tony’s voice you jumped back in your seat. Turning around you saw him leaning against your doorframe, a strange look on his face. You felt sorry, “Tony it’s-”. He didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

He let out a sigh before starting to smile, “It’s love”. The both of you held each others glance, thinking about what you both would be willinging to do in the name of love. Tony of all people knew how surprisingly powerful love could be.

No matter how much you think you don’t deserve it, once love creeps it’s way into your life it’s as powerful as fifty arc reactors, or a hundred mjolnirs.

Awaking from his daze he said, “I know Barnes spent like ten years undercover, but don’t for a second think you’re living in some dingy Brooklyn apartment”. You parted your lips to speak but he beat you to it.

“Nope- it’s decided. Stark Industries has had their eyes on a couple properties in the upper east side, a lot of people say it’s the new Brooklyn”.

It was a complete and utter lie, but that was Tony’s magic. He never got mushy. Tony showed his feelings in other ways, like lying and saying that he’d already been planning to buy a house ‘for’ Stark Industries.

Like you’d guessed, he was never going to let you and Bucky pay for your own house. You nodded your head, “Love you Tony”. For a moment Tony had an eternal struggle. He refrained from showing his feelings, but this was different.

For once he didn’t deflect with a sarcastic comment or lame joke. He looked into your eyes, “Love you too kiddo”. The both of you stayed silent for a moment, telepathically telling the other all the mushy-gushy feelings engulfing your hearts.

With a wink Tony left your room, he had some real estate hunting to do. If two years ago someone told him he’d be looking into an apartment for Bucky Barnes, and the closest thing he had to a best-friend -you-, he would’ve bet his entire fortune against the odds.

But here he was about to go spend the next couple of hours looking for the perfect place for you and Barnes to start your lives together. That was the beauty of life though, sometimes you forgive the ones you never thought you could, and despite everything that's happened you’ve grown enough to have a heart filled with hope.

p.s authors note: might redo my tags lists! if you enjoyed reading this, leave a comment! Love you guys! Happy Holidays!

#Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #Sebastian Stan #the winter solider #sam wilson #falcon #anthony mackie #Steve Rogers #captain america #Chris Evans #tony stark #Iron Man #Robert Downey Jr #thosekidswhohuntmonsters

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after eating as much of the heavily processed food that i could, i crawled into bed. why does he have to leave me in the time that i crave him the most? it's impossible to sleep without his warmth next to me...which leads me to phone my best friend on the burner.

"happy brithdaaaay!" larissa squeals. "did you guys have birthday sex?! actually, wait, no, don't answer that! what'd he get~"

"shhh!" i whisper, giggling. "quiet down, 'rissa."

"right, right, i'm sorry. i have my bedroom door shut and the folks are asleep so don't worry too much," she assures me. "hehe, missed you, best friend."

"missed you too. maxi, alright?"

"he's great! always comes over and plays lego with me and~" she pauses to clear her throat before starting again. "anyways, what did he say this time? am i allowed to visit?!"

i sigh like a deflated balloon, "i'm sorry, larissa."

"what? c'mon! you said we'd get to meet on your birthday!"

"there's still too much buzz out there. has my mom and dad backed down yet?"

"what do you think?"

i roll my eyes, irritated.

my parents didn't take it so well when the news broke out. they thought i was some reckless, disobedient, stupid little girl. as if i care what they think anymore.

i tried to explain it to them in so many ways, so many times ~ via proxies, via payphones, but they won't listen to anything or anyone. they just don't want me spending my life with someone that i barely know. hence, they're doing everything in their power to try and get me away from him.

so far, it ain't working.

"your father hired someone else today," larissa informs me.

i chuckle, "yeah, whatever," dismissing the subtle fear laced in her tone.

"no, rosé, i heard this person is quite good at what they do. i'm worried about you."

"you don't have to be. i've survived this far, haven't i?"

"but 'isaac', do you...do you really trust him?"

"okay, larissa, you're def crossing the line with that one.”

"babe, i didn't mean any offense, i was~"

"listen, i gotta go," i intercept downheartedly. "just tell maxi i love him." with that, i hang up and toss the phone somewhere on the bed.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

12 am showers. after shaving my whole body, i place the razor in the soap holder and lather myself up with a body lotion that sorta smells like expensive cologne.

the vapour fills the hotel’s entire swanky bathroom. it's like i'm showering high up in the clouds. weirdly enough, some of the mist scatters away from my lovely cloud nine environment which causes me to shiver like a ghost has gone through me.

"what the hell?" i confusingly rub my eyes to get a clearer view of what's happening. then i realise that the shower screen has opened and a figure is nearing me. oh...my...word...

a body sculptured by the god's steps inside. with his marble eyes glued on me, he reaches his arm back and shuts the glass after himself. i can't help but stare idiotically, practically gaping. i miss him every time he leaves and i get nervous every time he's near me? what is wrong with me?

isaac places one hand on the curve of my waist, and with the other, he cups my cheek, bringing my quivering lips closer to his. "i'll have someone arrange for your friend to come over by the end of this week," he whispers. "that sound okay to you?"

my eyes smile to his response. "thank you."

"no problem."

no problem? no problem?! how can he make a goddamn 'no problem' sound so sexy?! it's gotta be the voice. yep, that's gotta be it. 100%.

he steps forward and i step back so that my spine eventually rests against the glacial porcelain surface behind me. i gently place my pruney palms on his ripped torso to warm myself up twice as fast. his sugary sweet lips brush along my neck, drinking the shower water from my supraclavicular fossa and moving on to suck on a new space of skin every 2 seconds.

i am so in love, drunk off him. dazed, in a haze. "i..need you..now.." i moan.

he continues to mark multiple territories on the canvas of my almost mauve painted neck, him bursting away all of the small superficial blood vessels under my skin.

"please, isaac."

i keep leaning forward, but he keeps pushing me backward, demanding that i go at his pace ~ at his very slow as fuck taunting pace. i get agitated and give up, stepping towards the transparent exit. if he wants to play, then he can play by himself.

he grips my wrist, "rosé."

he's always playing these dumb as hell games with me when he so clearly knows how desperate i am for him! today i'm just choosing not to embarrass myself any further. i don't need no dick. so, bye, isaac, and good luck dealing with that erection on your own. should be fun. should be funny too.

"i'm done showering, sir."

he despises it when i call him 'sir' which is why it's the perfect moment to make use of it, though it doesn't work for some reason. i can tell from that subtle grin forming on his face.

"says who?" he flicks an eyebrow up.

i roll my eyes, "fuck you," and turn to leave.

he straight away hauls me back and pins my pale body up against the tiles. "don't you dare use that tone with me, luv!" he growls and i can't tell if he's actually mad.

one hand of his chokes me and another is directing his member into a concave of lava. he thinks he has the upper hand by choking me like that... he dives inside of me and sets me ablaze. i whimper from the aggressive force of it all. he grunts with each thrust and loses the capacity to take his time.

"i could fuck you forever, rosé, is that what you want?"

i nod frantically.

"slow or fast?" he asks.

"fast."

he drives me to the pinnacle of my climax, my muscles tensing up. his groans, they are harmonic to my ears, and my moans, melodic to his. he pounds into me.

"do not cum yet," he warns.

"i think..i'm.."

"hold it fucking in, luv, or i swear i'll be very disappointed with you."

i grip onto both sides of whatever that's next to me. please can nothing break this time? and, hopefully, we don’t get another noise complaint. my wet core throbs for a wetter release. it doesn't help that sir's grunts also aids in my suffering. i like the sound of his hoarse voice like that.

"c~can i now?"

"not until i say so, now shut the fuck up because you're getting me crossed."

"isaac, i need to!"

unexpectedly, he pulls out and steps back.

"sir?" like a broken little girl, i lift my hand up to his huge muscular bicep.

he smirks and turns away from me like he's getting ready to leave.

"isaac, please! you can't do this!"

"watch me."

i stifle a groan and instead, i bring my hand down, rubbing my button in a circular motion. soft moans escape from my mouth as i try desperately to get myself over the edge.

"the fuck?!" isaac spins back around. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

i ignore him.

he snatches my hand away and holds it upright. "you cannot touch what does not belong to you, little girl."

"yes, i can!"

"you can, huh?"

"none of me belongs to you!" i try to get a reaction out of him. "none, of, me. do you get it?"

he glares at me sexily before pushing me right back onto the tiles and my body makes a wet smacking sound. he plunges into me, so deep and so fast. he pulls out of me, then back in, out, in, out and in so many times, i lose count.

"ahh, sir, it hurts!"

"who do you belong to?!"

"you! you! to you!"

"good girl.”

i internally feel myself implode all over his veiny dick, witnessing streams of transparent liquid pouring out of me. in a flash, isaac pulls out in time to empty out his load all over my thick thighs. i catch my breath before looking up into his marble eyes, its long wet eyelashes sparkling above them.

"now you're done showering, sweetheart."

#teacher x student #love #poetry #poem #aestehtic

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thedappleddragon · 4 years ago

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haha here we go again

there's a lot of dumb ranting and 3 days worth of logs and a dream in here so im gonna spare evryone’s dashboard and just put it all under the cut.

tw bad memories, talk of unhealthy relations with food, and dreams about dead animals

I realized I kind of entirely forgot to write about what I did yesterday? I kind of did a lot. I know my mom wanted to work on getting tile laid out in front of her bathroom, so we worked together to scrub the concrete and wipe up all the dirt and dust and whatever was under the carpet and remove some of the nails in the floor and bring up a spiky metal strip between the bathroom door and where the carpet was. The other main thing I remember is deciding to continue work on my dress, sewing up the outer bodice, checking that the bodice and lining would fit together, deciding I’d rather have no different colored front panel, and working on the circle skirt. At first I tried cutting the fabric on my bed, but it wasn’t big enough and too lumpy. I contemplated asking my friends if I could borrow their dining table, but I ended up clearing off my own. After I traced and was in the middle of pinning, I accidentally knocked over a glass bowl that I had set on the chair. My mom heard it from the other room and had me come to her room to tell her what it was. She got angry at me, which I thought was fuckin stupid if it was an accident, but after some reflection while cleaning up the glass pieces, I kind of understood why. Mostly I got a little upset about 2 ceramic pieces I made during school breaking a little from the drop. One was a mushroom house from middle school that always makes me remember feeling like an asshole during peer review when I told my person to smooth their project more because I didn’t know “no improvement needed” was an option until I got back to my desk and saw my person saying it was good in all categories because everyone thought my project was great for some reason. The other was a bunch of flowers on a circle. It was the last project we did before quarantine hit, I think. That one is in less tough shape, just a couple flowers knocked off and a chip on one of them. They can both be glued back together, I guess. Then my mom called me back into her room to listen to her talk about wanting to eat huge amounts of food, because she’s clinically depressed with BPD and PTSD and DID and several other acronyms and her favorite coping mechanism is food, but her doctor put her on a diet so she can get her knees replaced, but recently she’s been getting into a zone where she talks about wanting to eat entire cakes and pizzas and buckets of kfc and a gallon of queso or whatever the fuck and she goes “doesn’t that sound GOOD?” And I have to laugh along and say “haha no that sounds bad actually” and get her a piece of ham or something. And every time she goes on her spiel the only thing I can think of is the greedy from the raggedy Ann and Andy musical. It’s just this horrible undulating orange blob that eats everything in sight and seeing it for the first time just made me think of mom and it made me very uncomfortable, with all the orange goo and hurling noises. Also reminds me of this horrible video game boss fight where it’s the apocalypse and a fat lady on a scooter took over the buffet and eats so much during her boss fight, during the defeat cutscene she projectile vomits everywhere and dies. My brother Greg showed me that thinking it was funny. I hated it, and I still do. He showed me a lot of things he thought were funny as a shitty little kid, and I remember several of them being very upsetting. It’s ok. I don’t want to dwell on it. But after cleaning the glass and talking to mom I brought my fabric to my room and called it a night. Oh wait my dad also helped me with some paperwork my coworker handed me so I could get on the payroll.

Today I woke up differently than I have in a long time. I set an alarm for 10 am so I could be at work by 11, but I woke up at 9 from a heavy sleep with dreams about hanging out with my friend in my room, worrying about my dirty house. I wanted to sleep longer, so I got up at 10 to have breakfast and get ready. I spent my shift changing the price tags all around the store, making everything more expensive. I’m gonna work again on Tuesday where I’ll learn how to use the register. I hope I don’t fuk it up, but I have a couple days to relax until then. Maybe I’ll work on my dress. My friends all want to go to prom together, so my new deadline will be March 2nd or a little before. I still need to buy a ticket, but I don’t have access to the link to buy one :( bleh I’m too tired right now to worry about this shit. I only worked 4 hours again today, but after I got home I felt like I could have worked longer if they gave me something else to do. The only price tags left to change were a bunch of grills and stuff I don’t know about but I don’t know if they had any other work for my to do. But I’m glad I went home tho because I was hungry and my feet hurt from standing lol. I did laundry and made myself dinner and washed my hair and drew a little bit and made the table and tbh the pacing of today has been so weird I don’t remember everything. It’s only 1am but I think I’m just gonna go to bed. my friends started talking about going to prom, and I really want to join them, but I can't figure out where/how to buy a ticket. my brain started being really mean to me, syaing that I was being annoying and pushy and that they didnt want me at prom for some reason, so I low-key almost made myself cry until my friend offered to let me be their platonic date since their partner couldn't go.

last night I had a dream about a hard video game where when you played it, the black shadow enemies would fight you in real life, and one of them left imprints on my arm in the shape of lego bricks. they could only attack you so long as you played the game, and they tried to capture people and you were supposed to save them. I decided it was my time to play, and I walked into my garage that had turned into a cave with bat-people fused into the wall. I paid them no mind as I rescued a girl who was my irl brother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into another versoin of my garage which was uncorrupted and normal looking. she thanked me, and I said it was no problem. then I tricked her, telling her not to trust so easily, as I became one of the shadow enemies and engulfed her in a black sack, trapping her and leaving the room. I came back a couple minutes later, letting him free (now my brain told me he was my brother) telling him I just wanted to know if I was capable of tricking him, and didnt actually want to kill him or whatever. another big chunk of my dream was taken up by me, my sister, and my dad visiting a run down petting zoo/gamestop. the petting zoo barn was very dark with low ceilings with lots of rabbits and pigs and hay. one of us accidentally killed either a pig or a tiger right next to the exit door, and I had to slink around the gamester trying to distract the owner and keep him from going in the barn and escaping at the same time. I dont remember how it ended, other than me waking up with a sore throat from breathing so deeply through my nose. I had slept on my stomach wit my pillow in my face so I could hardly breathe, and even after I woke up I felt like I wasnt getting enough air. I HATE that feeling, I always felt like I was suffocating in middle school for some reason. I thinkk somethings wrong with my airway but im not gonna do anything about it. im gonna continue to spend 80% of my day laying down so my resting heart rate and breathing speed is slower than an goddamn sloth. whatever.

right now as im laying in bed typing this I feel utterly unpoductive but I KNOW I did SOME shit today. but yeah mostly I relaxed. I worked on my dress, removing and replacing the blue front panel. I lost my exacto knife somewhere so I went to dollar tree to get a knockoff, along with snacks for mom and my sister. the blades aren't as sharp as exacto, but I still know where the name brands blades are so maybe Ill try and see if they're compatible. when I open the package everything was oily and gross, so I washed everything off with soap and water before I used them to cut the threads of the panel seams. I could have used my seam ripper but I wanted to get a replacement craft knife anyway. its kinda neat that it came with 6 different shaped blades for different crafts :) but uhh I also cut out the other half of the circle skirt of the dress, and I have a bunch of extra fabric left over. probably enough to make a whole other bodess if I wanted too. I used my sewing machine to attach the new front panel, and I was hoping to get more sewing done tonight, but when I asked my sister if it was ok for me to use my sewing machine (it right next to the wall between our rooms so she can hear it from there) she said she was going to bed soon so I just attatched the front panel and called it a night. so that kinda sucked. I still have another day tomorrow before I have to work again, and I can still work on my dress on Tuesday after work. idk why my brain thinks that one 4 hour shift is gonna take up my entire day lmao. I just have to get the whole thing done by may 2nd. GOD that reminds me, im gonna be so busy next month. I have six events back to back happening like every other day, plus work. oof. I'll have to let my boss know, but idk If that's gonna make him mad. I've already got pretty comfortable with the lady in charge of the garden center who’s taken lead position while the manager is on vacation, but I dont think I;ll every understand my boss. he’s a sarcastic busy old man and NOT AT ALL approachable. whatever. really the only other tings I did today were drink a shit ton of water play harvest moon, spend too much time on tiktok, and sraw a couple dum things for my friends’ princess au. I fucking HATE the drawing I did for Anna, so I designed her a secondary outfit more inspired by sky pirate bohemian vibes, since she rules over the floating islands. idk if I'll replace her old outfit with the new one in the lineup or just re-draw her old one with better shapes and composition and match the style better or what. I just need it changed eventually becasuse it looks like ass. tbh now that ve taken a little bit of time away from the princess au, there are a couple designs im not 100% satisfied with. but I know that if I go back and make them more detailed or whatever the’ll be more of a hassle to draw and aslkdfhalksdf I dont know anymore. I'm still tied up about color pallets and trying to give everyone a distinct color, and im a little upset it doesn't quite work, and FUCK dude the edgy one’s lore and character are weird and I kind of want to revise it to make it a little nicer but its not my character and I need to stop shoving my dirty little mitts into everyone’s ocs and AHAGHRGHGARGHHG idk man. her power is necromancy and she has a skeleton army, which I think I kinda cool, but I also think it would be neat if her powers extended beyond just that to communing with the dead, helping them find rest, and THEN maybe it can branch into helping fallen soldiers fight again to help them with unfinished buisness. and then if she goes feral and starts abusing her powers, she ignores all the communication and concent with the dead and instead magically rips them from thr ground to do her bidding and they’re uncontrollable and violent and aimless, just like her mind slipping from the magical blight infecting her. idk man we’re till working on a lot of lore. her concept could be SO COOL with just that little bit of extra thought, but so far it’s just MY POWER IS DEATH IM SO EDGY. ugh I know its fuckin rude to bash your friends oc ideas and I might be too overbearing and controlling of this au but dammit im tired and im mean sometimes and my ego is through the goddamn roof and im so sexy and im always right and my meat is huge. ah shit I rpomised my friend I would help her with character design for the dead king but I was busy when she firat asked me and now im not busy but im not doing it ugh. im just frustrated right now because I spent wayyyy to fuckin long just laying in bed watching tikotks and youtube and playing harvest moon an doing jack shit all day. but hey at least I attempted to get a new social security card again today. and them promptly gave up when they said my adress was invalid. again. I feel like im in an uncomfortable medium between having no plans and worrying about the future and having too many plans all the time oh my god. ive been so focused on getting a job and then having a job and making this dress I completely forgot about college shit. thankfully there's no hard deadlines coming up that I haven't already finished. whatever I dont really want to worry about all this hit right now, im just gonna take it one day at a time. (haha it feels like my angel oc just stepped in. how nice of him :) )

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #April 2021 daily #2021 daily

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Christmas Movies on Disney+ Streaming Guide

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Like frozen fractals spiraling all around, winter is here once more, and with it is the most wonderful time of the year. Tinsel is being strung around trees, cookies are in the oven, and millions are practicing the hazardous art of exterior illumination. When the days are short, and the nights long, it’s the perfect time to lean into family tradition, and maybe watch a traditional classic movie or two.

Of course with everyone glued to the nostalgia emanating from what is sure to be a new family tradition—Disney+—you might be wondering what holiday gems are hidden in its streaming bag of goodies? Well, we’re here to answer that question and offer you a recommendation on the best holiday cheer to be had in the Mouse House.

Frozen (2013)

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Frozen, an animated movie you might have heard of, technically takes place during summer. But it sure doesn’t feel that way after Queen Elsa freezes the fjord and belts songs about the snowmen she and her sister want to build. Indeed, there is hardly a more festive film for the holidays than this celebration of self-love and familial love. Rather than being the story of a princess falling for a prince, Frozen is about the love between two sisters, Elsa (Idina Menzel) and Anna (Kristen Bell), and how that bond can transcend fear, isolation, and lifelong trauma like losing your parents at an early age.

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Fairly sophisticated stuff for an animated movie, Frozen became a bona fide classic in large part due to its songbook by Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez, with “Let It Go” standing out as an anthem for self-empowerment and the realization of identity. And if you overlook the fact you heard that song probably five thousand times, it still has that same resonance, which is why children are drawn to its message, as well as Elsa’ irresistible ice powers brought to dazzling life. When you factor in Anna’s own awkward charm, the power the two radiate together is warming in any season.

Home Alone (1990)

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Another holiday classic from Fox, Home Alone remains a millennial touchstone for this time of year, and a gift that keeps on giving. Yes, everyone remembers the end where Macaulay Culkin tortures two bumbling goons (Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern) as if they’re Elmer Fudd, but the movie has a lot more going for it than just slapstick sociopathy. Indeed, when Kevin McCallister isn’t being a sadist, this film has an earnest appeal about celebrating the fantasy of a kid living by himself at home.

When his parents leave Kevin McAllister home alone for Christmas—it was an accident!—he has a luxury house to himself that he lounges about as if it were a giant playground with free ice cream, pizza, and R-rated movie viewing parties. Things go a little pear-shaped though when crooks try to rob the joint, but he handles that in glib fashion, all while sweetly pining for his mother. In fact, as you get older, Catherine O’Hara’s trials and tribulations to get back home to her baby boy in time for Christmas are as amusing as Kevin’s hijinks. (John Candy! Polka music!! Polka Christmas music!?!) But probably the reason this is a real classic has a lot to do with John Williams’ eternally heartwarming score.

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992)

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A prime example of a sequel just doing the same thing again but to lesser results, Home Alone 2 is nowhere near as good as the movie that spawned it. However, Lost in New York has its charms. For starters, once Kevin accidentally gets on the wrong flight in a sequence that is sweetly dated to pre-2001, he winds up checking into the Plaza Hotel. This leads to a mirthful new subplot involving Kevin outwitting hotel management, including a movie-stealing Tim Curry as the concierge. The film is also responsible for the groovy Darlene Love holiday standard, “All Alone on Christmas.”

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Otherwise, yeah, it’s pretty much the same movie with Kevin being even more sadistic on the crooks… even as he lets the biggest criminal of them all escape his grasp during Donald Trump’s cameo.

The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

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Michael Caine revealed the secret of playing Ebenezer Scrooge against Muppets is to act as if you’re doing Shakespeare in the Park. By playing his humbugging, anti-Christmas malcontent completely straight, he gives a whiff of legitimate menace to a Dickensian adaptation that features Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy as struggling Victorian parents.

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Okay, so it’s not the best adaptation of Charles Dickens’ timeless classic, but it is a sweet one with a nice message and a few good songs to accompany its silliness.

Noelle (2019)

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We’ve seen movies about Santa’s wife and Santa’s brother, and a trilogy about Santa’s murderer claiming his job, but what about one focused on… Santa’s children? Such is the appeal of Noelle, one of the first films ever developed exclusively for Disney+. Written and directed by rom-com stalwart Marc Lawrence, this is a film about the difficulties in assuming the mantle of Santa Claus. Ostensibly that duty must fall on the latest Santa’s son, Nick Kringle (Bill Hader), but after he goes AWOL, it will become Noelle Kringle’s (Anna Kendrick) responsibility to find him and perhaps assume the title of Santa.

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It’s a pretty silly premise, but Kendrick and Hader are both winsome personalities who tend to elevate any material they’re given, and there might be something refreshing of the North Pole being viewed from the perspective of Noelle instead of St. Nicholas. With that said…. We haven’t quite gotten around to loading it up on our Disney+ yet either.

The Santa Clause (1994)

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Tim Allen really was on top of the world in the 1990s, wasn’t he? The star of ABC’s popular Home Improvement sitcom, and just a year away from becoming a Pixar legend in Toy Story, Allen could get any family entertainment greenlit. Thus enters Disney’s The Santa Clause, a movie that posits “what if Tim Allen became Santa?” That’s pretty much what happens when Allen’s schmo-y Scott Calvin inadvertently is responsible for the death of the previous Santa who slips off his roof.

The consequence of Scott’s mistake is he puts on the red and white outfit to finish Santa’s sleigh ride that night, much to the delight of his son Charlie (Eric Lloyd). Little does he know that by donning the suit, he has entered into a “Santa Clause” which means he becomes the big guy—literally so as he gains 100 pounds of weight and a white beard overnight. It’s still amusing now, but our favorite bit will always be David Krumholtz as the no-nonsense North Pole elf from Brooklyn.

The Sound of Music (1965)

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A movie that has sold more tickets than almost any other film ever made—only Star Wars and Gone with the Wind were seen by more people in theaters—The Sound of Music is a musical epic that’s as endearing as it is saccharine. With a sweeping plot that documents in the rosiest of tints, the Von Trapp family growing up on the eve of World War II in the Austrian Alps, this is an all-time classic from 20th Century Fox because of its wholesomeness, and because of its many great songs belted by Julie Andrews.

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In fact, one of them has become a Christmas classic. “A Few of My Favorite Things” is actually sung by Andrews’ Maria during a thunderstorm, and not Christmastime. But her inflections about “girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes” are so joyous, it could only live on during the most joyful month of the year. And the movie does indeed mark the holidays, and every other major event in the lives of the Von Trapp family’s six children that sees a nun go from being their nanny to their new stepmother, spiriting them away from the Nazis. Happy holidays, kids!

Other Christmas Movies on Disney+

12 Dates of Christmas (2011)

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Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997)

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A Christmas Carol (2009)

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The Christmas Star (1986)

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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005)

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Disney Channel’s Epic Holiday Showdown (2020)

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Disney Channel Holiday House Party (2020)

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Disney Holiday Magic Quest (2020)

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Frozen II (2019)

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High School Musical: The Musical: The Holiday Special (2020)

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Home Alone 3 (1997)

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas (1998)

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Lego Star Wars Holiday Special (2020)

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Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas (1999)

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The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018)

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One Magic Christmas (1985)

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Once Upon a Snowman (2020)

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Santa Buddies (2009)

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The Santa Clause 2 (2002)

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The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause (2006)

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Santa Paws 2: The Santa Pup (2012)

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Santa’s Workshop (1932)

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The Search for Santa Paws (2010)

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‘Twas the Night (2001)

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My Q&A with Together Journal Magazine, Issue 5

It’s a week on since David and I celebrated nine years together and two years since David popped the big Q, in the Catlins. Also, Together Journal posted our story online, on their website last week.

So, I thought I would take the opportunity to post the Q&A interview I did for Together Journal for friends and family to read. Because... I did use paragraphs in my answers, despite what the article in the magazine might suggest, haha!

So the back story... David and I enjoyed one week as husband and wife with our two friends, Chris and Robert. Then spent our last week in Iceland making calls to close family and friends and telling them the news. My Dad (our parents knew) even threw a party for the announcement so I was able to tell my family all at once!

Then as we waited for our flight to Austria for Let It Roll, we announced our elopement on Facebook. Nisha posted two sneak peeks on her Facebook page the following weekend. A magazine called, “Together Journal”, loved our these two sneak peek photos as much as we did (and as much as everyone else did) and contacted Nisha about publishing our photos. She contacted us and we immediately said yes!

They sent me a big form to fill out and here’s the Q&A part:

Tell us a little about yourselves, what you do, what you love… David and I are almost complete opposites, he's spontaneous, where I like to have things planned out, he's really good with directions, I could easily get lost on a marked track. He likes to get his hands dirty, whether it's with his car or collection of bikes, or at work as an Industrial Electrician. He goes out and and causes a loud ruckus with his group of friends and their small motorbikes. Where I'm a quiet cafe hopper with my girlfriends, I love exploring craft markets and 'making things pretty' as a Graphic Designer.

Despite how differences, we're both adventurers; though our fitness levels are undeniably different. We love escaping the city and running away to rural New Zealand for the weekend.

How/where/when did you meet? David and I first met at his work's Christmas function back in 2007, I had gone with a friend of a friend (his workmate). We hadn't talked that night but he managed to grab my phone during the night and entered his number into it.

As I was leaving he told me to text “Concord Dawn”. Strange. It wasn't till the next day I realised what he was talking about. I flicked him a text and a common interest of electronic music was bought up. Later that night we met up and went to a drum and bass gig. Since that night we have been to more gigs and music festivals than I can count!

What’s special about your relationship? We aren't a couple whose interests are all the same, our music collections don't echo each others, our hobbies are worlds apart and we aren't glued at the hip.

We are a laid back couple with the same understanding that we aren't one person, we don't restrict one another in enjoying life, we encourage each other to explore our hobbies and interests to the fullest, allowing each other to grow. We balance each other out and when we work as a team, we laugh a lot and ace whatever challenge we're faced with.

What do you love most about each other? What I love the most about David? It's got to be his mischievous personality, I can never stay upset for long, he's always got a cheeky way of making me laugh.

David says that one of the many things he loves about me that I always have a massive smile on my face and how easy it is to make it happen.

Was there a proposal? Tell us a little about it… There is an isolated cabin in The Catlins that we go to every year, it's a beautiful spot where we don't see a single soul the entire time we are there.

David's always up for adventure and one morning while on a walk, he suggested that we climb up a beach side cliff. The whole time I was silently panicking, 'how on Earth will I get back down?!'. That thought immediately left my mind as soon as I saw him on his knee.

We enjoyed our newly engaged status for another week in Fiordland before heading back to civilisation and telling our friends and family.

Tell us about your wedding day… Our wedding day was full of adventure! From the moment we hopped out of the car and hiked up in the rain to the waterfall where we had our ceremony, to exploring the South Coast in a 4x4, keeping our eyes peeled for breath taking backdrops for our photos (which wasn't hard at all!) and to the end of the night when we climbed down the rocks at Reynisfjara under the midnight sun before heading home.

It was such an incredible experience, seeing landscapes that we had never seen before and experiencing it all with my best friend by my side. We took in everything with our two good friends who flew from London, Chris and Robert. It was just how we wanted it to be, fun, relax and most of all, stress free. I didn't want it to end. Lucky the Icelandic Summer's have endless sun.

What went to plan and what didn’t? The great thing about eloping is that there is no plans! There aren't hundreds of guests waiting for us, there aren't speeches to be made and there isn't a meticulous schedule that we need to stick to. We could do whatever we wanted, when we wanted!

How did you choose the location? Before getting engaged it was so easy to get lost in wedding magazines, Tumblr and Pinterest! But when the time came to planning a real wedding, I found myself so overwhelmed by it all. Before we committed to anything, I joked about eloping to Iceland after seeing photos of an elopement online, David said he was keen, though we didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't till after we had booked flights to Austria that we made the decision that we would do it! What better way to kill some time between music festivals than with a wedding!

Deciding on where to have our ceremony was just as easy, our planner, Sigga, asked us what we liked and what we wanted out of a ceremony location, we told her we wanted it outdoors, somewhere isolated from the tourists and had a huge 'wow' factor, she replied with a selection of options and the waterfall just stood out for us! We took photos at the other locations she suggested as they were too good to ignore!

Tell us about your dress Despite being madly obsessed with all things lacy and backless, I've always had a soft spot for extravagant beading. So the moment I saw myself draped in all that beading, sequins and pearls, I knew it was the one! I contacted Louise as soon as I got home to declared my love for it. She suggested I come in for a second fitting to be sure.

During my second visit, the studio was dimly lit from the rain clouds, but the sun's rays were sneaking in through a window. I found myself in tears as I twirled in front of the mirror, watching it all sparkle in the light. That's when I knew it wasn't just perfect for me, but it was perfect for Iceland and it's unpredictable weather. Rain or shine, it was going took amazing!

And your cake... Eloping meant that we didn't have to fret over the small details, like what flavour our wedding cake would have to be and what cute figure we would put on top (though, I'm sure it would've been Lego) – so we didn't have a cake! But there were a few chocolates boxes emptied out during the day.

What were some of the most memorable/unique moments from the day? The day was filled with such great moments… but one of my most memorable was when I found myself standing under the waterfall, ironically hiding from the rain, thinking how foolish I was to think that sheer capped sleeves would be practical in Iceland, a country with unpredictable weather. How was I going to survive the day and steer clear of hypothermia? I remembering feeling a warmth come over me, David was there to keep me warm and he vowed that that would do that for the rest of our lives. From that moment I knew I would be ok.

Any advice for other couples getting married? Before you start planning, sit down and discuss what the most important aspects of your wedding are and make sure that you don't skimp in that area! You'll regret it later.

What does being married mean to you? And what is married life like so far? Married life for us so far has been a holiday, a literal holiday! We made the decision to elope at the start of our year overseas. For us it was an epic way to begin our adventure, to formally commit ourselves to one another. Committing to one another that at the end of each day, no matter how great, hard or horrible it's been, or if we've had a disagreement that there's still no one else we would rather be with, to come home to and envision the rest of our lives with.

Photo credit: All photos in this post were taken by the talented: Nisha Ravji. The introduction photo is by my friend, Jay Abellanosa.

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mandimormon-blog · 8 years ago

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Door-No-More

Once upon a time in a village named Covington. A vibrant, young housewife polished her floors to reduce pathogens transmitted by bodily fluids (primarily vomit). She scrubbed and scrubbed the tiles with a brush assuring each square was meticulously cleansed and free of germs. She mopped the entire home, freshly. Just then, the smaller, younger, less feisty girl on this given day, entered the bathroom, and in a blink of an eye explosive diarrhea splattered across the bathroom, covering the girl’s clothing, the bathtub rug and virtually every square of tile in the entire room.

We’ll call this story Monday. (In case you were wondering, I repeated the process of sanitation. Names of persons have been protected. If you don’t have children and you find this story gross or inappropriate, good luck in your future.) Since the morning routine had been unusual, getting just two kids ready for school, while trying to separate them from the illness occurring in the same little cottage, when my son arrived home after school, and had been hanging out for over an hour, Remi realized he'd worn his pants backwards, all day long, and the zipper was unzipped in the back, displaying the perfect view of his Big Hero 6 undies. Wow.

On Tuesday morning, my oldest daughter said to me, “Mom, I want to make a unicorn for my Valentine’s Day box.” Admittingly, I was up for the challenge but a part of me thought back to simpler times, when I was an elementary-aged child and Pinterest didn’t exist. We didn’t get samples of the best of the best Valentine boxes ever made in the history of crafting.

Here came the moment I’d been waiting to happen for months. Which ‘recycled’ or ‘repurposed’ boxes from my storage closet would be utilized and which ones would be truly “recycled”? If you missed it, several weeks ago, I wall-posted a friend of mine who happens to be the blogger behind “Save Time, Make Time”. My predicament was – I long to be a minimalist. I dislike clutter and too much “stuff”. But I’m not a true minimalist, because I will occasionally buy paper products for convenience and drink out of a plastic water bottle. I have my shortcomings, as we discovered in ‘Purgeney 2017’. Regardless, Lamora wrote a spot-on-topic blog focusing on how to organize these items that seem to get tossed into my utility closet into an unruly heap. Things like plastic bags, used gift bags, grocery sacks (ALDI shoppers unite!), and cardboard boxes.

After her inspiration, I organized this closet. I even put a couple of nails into a board 1) to hang my grocery sacks on and 2) to manage clothes to be donated < #organized - I give a half laugh at that because of the current status of my closet upstairs, it’s better. After recycling two ginormous bags full of paperwork, but FAR from perfect. Another side bar, I hate staples. I broke two nails in the process from ripping staples out of schoolwork. After I was finished with hours of sorting, organizing, and recycling, there were probably 57 (no joke) staples I had to clean up.

Did you know you could create a unicorn out of two empty cereal boxes, an empty oatmeal box, and a square kettle box? You can. Magical crafting supplies include duct tape, a white roll of paper, a variety of colorful crepe paper, and a Sharpie.

I’d done extensive Pinterest research on choice Valentine’s Day boxes. I had even found a few unicorns but Reis wasn’t impressed she wanted a very specific head-shape, like the unicorn emoji. So, on her handy, dandy Chromebook (I wonder if modern-day Steve from Blue’s Clues would have a Chromebook?), she pulled up Google Images and showed me. Maybe I’m not remembering accurately, because it was a few days ago now, but I think at that point there was the sound of dramatic scissor chopping, duct tape tearing, and my eyebrow lifted slightly higher on one side, as I glanced back and forth at my cardboard and at the screen of the “perfect unicorn representation”.

As did my thing, Reis did hers. She chopped three strips of crepe paper, out of each piece of approximately 18 inches, in each of her desired colors. She was very particular over this. She also chopped hearts out of the glitter duct tape, printed her name, and cut small pieces of “frayed” white crepe to add texture on a couple of the sides of the box. Very clever.

It only took a couple of hours, start-to-finish, and a Dollar General Run for tape, glitter duct tape, and more crepe paper, and it was done. Voila! Presto!

The crown of the unicorn head, (I’m guessing it’s the crown - like a human head), there’s a flap we taped, and double taped, and triple taped - in every direction – maybe 22 times – to allow entry for Valentines!

Too much detail? I apologize. Let me briefly explain Remi’s Valentine Box (which is actually a bucket). Sure, this isn’t in chronological order, Remi went with me to the Dollar Store a couple of days before unicorn crafting, to select her supplies. She, too, had found a great example of a cupcake on Pinterest. She loved it! The thing is, this pinner somehow had access to a rounded piece of foam and was able to shove all of her pieces of tissue paper into that to secure it. We had no such luck with a rounded piece of foam. But while shopping Remi came up with the idea we could probably use a bowl. Best suggestion ever. We found a cheap plastic bowl, a plastic bucket, tissue paper (ripped into strips), a red bouncy ball, cardstock for the cupcake liner, and about 24 glue sticks to secure the tissue paper to the plastic bowl. Thanks to my husband’s handy work, he cut the perfect circle in the bowl for the “cherry” or the red ball to fit on top. Kids insert their cards and candy through that, and it falls into the “cupcake”.

This project, too, was a little bit time consuming. I had a meeting on Monday night so after getting about ¼ of the way through it with Miss Remi, I had a short recess but came right back to hot gluing the night away, when I returned. Remi helped by gathering a couple of strips of tissue paper in the color she wanted (she wanted a pattern, friends), and folding those, using a small elastic to tie around each piece and fluffing it. Then I’d place glue and she’d carefully stick it down to the bowl. She was happy to be able to take it to school the next morning.

A piano lesson, a basketball practice, a choral performance of the Star-spangled Banner, a basketball game, a trip to the Temple, an afternoon enjoying PERFECT weather, and The Lego Batman Movie.

This was just the latter-half of the week. A few time slots in our schedule were double-booked. For example, baseball camp. Oh, baseball camp.

I will never be prepared when unexpected tantrums arise. I have two examples from this weekend.

This first concerning baseball camp – we arrived on Saturday morning a few minutes later than our goal. There was much scurrying around the house, beforehand, it didn’t help I, personally, was running behind after running. So much so that I didn’t shower… yeah, that happens, a lot. I sometimes have to blow the sweat dry in my hair, because that’s the only option I have. Saturday mornings seem to be notorious for my children turning off their listening ears. I only said, “Please get your shoes on.” or “Get your shoes on.” or “GET YOUR SHOES ON NOW!” – only like 18x. I asked my oldest daughter and her friend to straighten up her bedroom and get into real clothes, as opposed to pajamas, because the day was expected to be glorious, as my two youngest and I shuffled out the door, to my younger daughter’s first basketball game of the season.

Back to where I deviated from when beginning that last paragraph, we had to round up a jersey, go change into it, and by that point, the bleachers were almost full, so Jude and I opted to sit on the floor. At this moment, Jude realized it was Saturday. He realized Baseball Camp is on Saturdays. Then he got really frustrated because he was upset I was prioritizing Remi’s first game over Baseball Camp. He began to sob stating in between gasps, “I want to go to BASEBALL CAMP!” Then he began to hit me every 15 seconds or so, out of anger. He was clearly throwing a tantrum, which I hadn’t seen in months, not even in the privacy of our own home. Being a child you always pick the most in-opportune moments to breakdown and give the illusion your parents suck and you don’t have to obey rules. There were only like 100+ other parents, grandparents, siblings, and kids, there, witnessing my child’s tantrum.

I didn’t speak under my breath, while gritting my teeth, (although I’ve used that method before, come on, we all have), I just ignored him. I told him we couldn’t make it this week, we will try to make it next week. I didn’t threaten him (I’ve done that before, too). I didn’t bribe him (this is my favorite choice while in public). I just patiently waited until my husband arrived. Usually, I vocalize, “Your dad will be here in five seconds, cut it out.” But I refrained. He naturally quit when my husband arrived and said the exact same thing I said to him. “We couldn’t make it this week, we will make it next week.”

Why does it work for him and not me? The world may never know, but this is how the dynamics are. I’ve been told I lack a follow-through. I threaten but it’s white noise, because my kids know I become soft and don’t follow through with punishment. It’s honestly because I start considering how my children really are good kids, the choices they’re making are just because they’re independent. Should they respect their parents? Absolutely. There’s a fine line, friends.

Remi did great at her first game. She was a little nervous but she made a couple of baskets and did a good job of listening to instruction. She loves sports and physical fitness.

When we returned home, I went to check on the oldest girls and guess what? They were in their jammies, the room was a disaster, and they were watching a video on the Chromebook. I reminded them 7x more (give or take), the room needed straightened up and they needed to get out and get some fresh air, but it was like I was speaking a foreign language.

I bobbed and weaved around the house as I picked up shoes, and random items, wiped down counters, and threw laundry in. I was trying to expedite the cleaning process so I, too, could get outside and enjoy the beautiful day. My personality type will not allow me to “enjoy” anything until my tasks are done, otherwise, my stress levels rise. I don’t think I’m the only one.

I reminded my oldest, again, and again. So, I sent my husband a text and said, I’d like for her to get outside but not until her room is cleaned up and she’s ignoring me, Ignoring me while I beat on the door over and over, again, because it’s locked.

A few minutes later, he walked through the door with a drill. Without saying anything, he unlocked the door, and took the door down, as in removing it. That was the moment crap it the fan. This was the most ultimate punishment in the entire world, friends. You would think that we grounded her for all eternity. Nope, just removed the door. She had a complete and total meltdown. The reason I’m saying this isn’t because it’s funny, (it’s a little funny because as an adult human, we know this is minor in an eternal perspective) but to shed light for other parents, sometimes something seemingly subtle can make the biggest different in obedience. Through the complete meltdown, my husband told her if she changed her behavior he would put the door back on that night, but not until she changed.

It worked! It worked! If you have a tween or an 11 going on 25 year-old, this could help you, too. You’re welcome.

Let me back all the way up to last Sunday, because I finally posted the last blog on Saturday. Last Sunday, we had our Second Annual Sabbath Bowl!

What is Sabbath Bowl? It’s exactly as it sounds. We prepped some amazing superbowl-inspired appetizers, quite the spread. We turned our dining room table into a football field and created two teams. This year it was the Lumpers v. Jedos. A set of Elders (or boy missionaries, as Jude calls them, usually 18+), and a set of Sister Missionaries (girls 19+) that are serving our Ward currently, or the church building we attend, participated. My mother attended this year, too. She has vast knowledge of the Bible and that is our basis, a bible trivia game. We began with our mini football on the 50 yard-line. Coin toss gave possession to our starting team who answers questions until they can’t answer or answer incorrectly, gaining 10 yards with each correct answer. If the question isn’t complete, the other team can intercept the ball. Gram was on fire. She carried her team to the lead and maintained a tie. In fact, they were more than generous during a question for the other team (consisting of all males), or else the girls would’ve clinched the victory. When the score was tied up the final question was a written question to see how many of the original apostles they could name, accurately. The Jedos ended up with the win on this one, but Gram was still our Sabbath Bowl MVP for her biblical accuracy.

This is such a great time that we feel like adding in an Olympic Games or Final Four version of this would be super great. As soon as it was over I was ready for the Third Annual Sabbath Bowl, next year. Is this how football fans feel about the Superbowl? I wonder if next year we should add in some gospel-related commercials, like a mix between Taboo and Charades? I enjoy doing the sports announcing for this activity. It’s great to witness this game going down, so much passion!

Here we are to Sunday, again. The sun is shining gloriously outside. I love the sun. In my mind I wanted to take a family walk, but the wind is crazy out there. I’m on a gluten-free cake pop kick, not for myself, I can’t eat that on AIP, but for anyone else. I’m been making them like they’re going out of style. Also, I found this yummy snack mix recipe that my children enjoy and I gave to our Young Women, at church, today, as a Valentine gift. It’s super easy to make and it’s gluten-free! Win-win.

Do you remember that mantra kick I was on a couple of years ago? Yeah, I think it was right after Time Out for Women, which is coming up, woot-woot!

Anyway, in my head, I create mantras all of time like self-talk. Sometimes it’s something like, “You can do hard things” or “Just breathe.” or “Brussel Sprouts are good. You should like them.” To be brutally honest, I was on a Brussel Sprout kick and now to think of them makes me want to gag. Everything in moderation, even Brussel Sprouts.

There is a point, I promise. The point or quote I recently have discovered and felt impressed to focus on is, “Nothing changes until YOU change. Everything changes once YOU change.” Apply that to everything. To give you a visual or more personal example, consider these areas: Fitness, Health, Diet, Occupation, Education, Church Experience, Work Relationships, Marriage, Personal Relationships, Parenting, Budgeting - I could go on but those encompass a lot. There’s a video circulating about how blaming lack of motivation is complete crap, as in it doesn’t exist. This isn’t my advice to you, this is my advice to me. I just wanted to remind everyone life isn’t perfect, my life definitely isn’t perfect and change is what’s going to make a true difference. I don’t want to have a perfect life that’s not what I’m striving for, but I am trying to be better than I am, now (note: not better than anyone else but myself). Progress is important - it’s growth. Choices are what determine destiny.

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