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[junocandraw]

JEFF THE KILLER REWRITE 2/4

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Incase you couldn’t tell, this isn’t the beginning. The first part is linked at the top of my page!

Maybe you should get another helping of popcorn, and clean the emo black eyeliner tears off of your face. Or get up and start your MCR vinyl back at the beginning because you continue to insist that sound technology hasn’t progressed past the year 1857.

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The Face Off

The nightmare Jeff had on Monday night lingered with him through the next morning. He wasn’t the type to let something as silly as a dream frighten him, but this one had something strange to it. Something he couldn’t quite place. He knew it had something to do with the ringing, and that lingering feeling of bloodlust that had gone dormant inside of him once again. He knew it had something to do with the new, strange feeling that he was being watched everywhere that he went.

On Tuesday at school, he got shoulder checked by Randy in the hallway on the way to his 6th period class. Jeff didn’t let this get to him. Instead, he redirected the fury to his competitive spirit, knowing what was coming for Randy in his first practice on Friday. He spent so much time thinking about every trick, every shot, and every opportunity he would have to embarrass his new found enemy. To ruin him.

Jeff had also been keeping a close eye on Liu. He began to notice how he wouldn’t speak on the car rides home from school. How he would shut his bedroom door and not come out until it was time for dinner. It was unusual for him, even with his introverted personality. Jeff wasn’t surprised that his ignorant parents didn’t notice Liu’s strange behavior, but he was still angry nonetheless.

At last, the week ended, and Saturday came. Jeff had packed his belongings the previous night, and hung his practice uniform on his bedroom door. He watched Wisconsin beat Notre Dame while he did his math homework just to prepare himself mentally. He woke up extra early for the 8:30 practice just to be certain that everything was ready.

Jeff parked his car outside of the gym and locked it with a cheerful beep, before striding up to the door. It was freezing cold outside, with mounds of plowed snow scattered across the student parking lot. He showed up around 30 minutes early to have adequate time to stretch and meet the coaches. Jeff was grateful for the heaters over the doors when he walked inside, his entire body being hit with a wave of warm air. The warmth disappeared through the second pair of doors that opened into the rink.

Jeff walked alongside a faceoff spot and admired the condition that the rink was in. It was obvious that the school cared about athletics. When he came around the curve of the boards, he saw three men standing and chatting beside the bleachers. He recognized one of them as Mr. H. The men waved at him in unison, and Jeff waved back, picking up his walking pace to get to them quicker.

”Ah! You must be Jeffery!” One of the men greeted, his hand extended for a handshake, the other man and Mr. H following close behind him. The coach who led the group had white hair, and a white mustache. He looked to be in his mid 60s. His belly was round, and his face was red. He wore a red sweater with the school's hawk mascot over a black collared shirt. He also sported black dress pants with a shiny whistle around his neck. He was considerably shorter than Jeff.

“I am, but it’s just Jeff.” Jeff replied, firmly shaking the coach’s hand.

“I’m Coach Barkley, the head coach.” He chuckled, ignoring Jeff’s correction entirely. The man who looked like an assistant coach chuckled along with him. Jeff didn’t laugh. The only person who called him Jeffery was his father, and it always made him furious, “We’re so glad to have you here at ECU.” Jeff nodded, and politely extended his hand to the other coach,

“I’m Coach Carter. I coach JV, so you won’t be seeing me much.” Jeff gripped Coach Carter’s hand and gave it a firm shake. He had an anxious disposition about him that Jeff found a little creepy. He felt glad knowing he wouldn’t be spending much time with Coach Carter. As Jeff thought about this, Coach Barkley continued speaking,

“Considering this is your first day, we don’t expect you to join in the scrimmage if you don’t want to, but-“

”Scrimmage?” Jeff’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth. His timing was truly perfect.

”Um- Yes. We have scrimmages every Saturday.” The Coach seemed offended that Jeff had interrupted him.

”Oh, I’ll be in there.” Jeff nodded, knowing he wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.

“Told you he’s perfect.” Mr. H smiled, winking slightly at Jeff. Despite Mr. H’s compliment, Coach Barkley seemed only moderately pleased,

“Alright, considering that you play center, you might have some trouble with Randy. He’s very competitive, one of the best centers in the district.” Coach Barkley was cocky, but Jeff knew better,

‘How about the best in the state?’ Jeff thought, realizing that Coach Barkley was yet another obstacle that he would have to deal with.

“Jeff, why don’t you get your skates on, and meet some of the other players? Everyone else should already be in there.” Mr. H suggested, followed by passionate nodding from both of the coaches,

“Great idea, Mr. H. Jeffery, go ahead to the locker room.”

“It’s Jeff.” The teenager asserted coldly, narrowing his eyes at the head coach. He turned on his heel, and began to head towards the locker room. Once he was out of the adults’ lines of vision, Jeff shook his head and clutched his stick tighter. He used his free hand to open the door to the locker room.

Jeff felt 34 pairs of eyes fall directly on him, and heard all of the conversations die at once. His eyes landed on Randy elbowing Troy and Keith so that they could see what he saw. The room smelled like spray deodorant, and sweat. The atmosphere was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Jeff ignored them, and sat on an empty bench. He then unlaced his Converse and unzipped his bag to retrieve his practice uniform. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and tied his hair back into a low bun. Just as he was about to reach for his shoulder pads, one of the boys broke the silence,

“Are you the new kid?” Jeff turned to look up at him, noticing his striking green eyes. He nodded silently while adjusting his padding. Another kid with curly red hair asked,

“You’re from Milwaukee, right? Is it nice there?” Jeff chuckled at the underclassmen attempting to make conversation,

“Have you never been to Milwaukee?” The kid shook his head no, before Randy chimed in uninvited,

“Probably couldn’t afford it anyways.” A few of the other boys snickered at his cruelty. The freshman looked hurt at Randy’s words. Jeff stood up, and turned to face the tormentor. He had hit the peak of his rage, and began to spill his guts,

“What in the hell is your problem?” Jeff’s spat, his voice filled with venomous hatred, “Does bullying underclassmen get you off, or something?” The other boys in the locker room were shocked. They had never seen Randy get publicly stood up to before, and by the look on his face, Randy hadn’t either.

“What’d you just say? You wanna run that by me one more time, Jeffery?”

“What? Is Daddy’s job not getting enough playing time for you?” Jeff felt exhilarated as he watched his words seep into Randy’s skin.

”Why don't you pull up your pants and fight me? Or are you too pussy?” The tension between the two boys increased, rising over the boiling point,

Jeff silently shook his head, putting his blade guards on over his skates and slamming his locker behind him. He grabbed his stick and walked over to the door. Before he left, he turned to face his new team, “Don’t let this red-headed tool or his chicken-shit friends push you around.” He then turned all of his attention to Randy,

“If you have something to prove, let's see it in the barn.”

With that Jeff closed the door behind him, and walked back to the boards to begin stretching.

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After a few laps around the rink to get warmed up, Coach Barkley blew his whistle, calling the team to the center ice. The team gathered around the coaches, clapping in unison. When he blew his whistle again, the clapping ceased. Yet another adjustment for Jeff to make.

“Today’s practice is for an hour. We’ll only play for two periods, because I have a doctor’s appointment. Halfway through, you all get a ten minute break to hydrate and huddle with your teams.” Coach Barkley instructed, “Our team captains today are Randy…and…Jeff.” The whole team looked at Jeff, who’s eyes were locked on Coach Barkley.

Jeff and Randy skated in front of the group of boys, and began to pick teams. Randy went first,

”Keith.” Keith, a left wing player, skated to Randy’s side. It was Jeff’s turn. He realized that he was picking completely in the dark. He also realized that it was probably part of Coach Barkley’s plan to help Randy’s team win, and elevate his status with Mr. H,

“You.” Jeff pointed at the red-headed kid whom Randy had taunted in the locker room. The kid looked surprised, and even pointed at himself to make sure that he had really been selected. Jeff nodded, and the red-headed underclassman skated over, a wide grin on his face. Jeff could tell that he wasn’t used to being picked first. Jeff noticed Coach Barkley snickering with his other coach behind his clipboard, and Randy whispering to Keith. Jeff turned to the red headed freshman,

“Don’t look at them. One of those two will absolutely be a teen father before they graduate.” Jeff joked, trying to ease the kid’s nerves, “What’s your name?”

”Adam.” He answered sheepishly. His shy demeanor and quiet voice reminded Jeff a lot of Liu,

”Are you a freshman?” Jeff questioned, trying to gauge how old he was,

“Yeah.” He responded, turning back to the crowd to see who else Jeff could pick, “Get that short kid with the black hair.” Adam whispered to Jeff. It was the kid with the bright green eyes from the locker room who had asked Jeff if he was new,

“Jeffery? It’s your turn.” Coach Carter stared at Jeff from across the ice.

“You.” Jeff pointed at the green-eyed kid, who zoomed over, and gave Jeff a gloved high five, “And it’s Jeff, please.” Jeff began to grow annoyed at his coaches ignoring his corrections,

”I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” He smiled, “You should get Brady. He’s the blond kid, he plays right wing. He’s really good.”

“I’ll take Brady.” Randy called.

“Damn.” Tom whispered, “Oh! Get Will, he’s the other tall one. He plays awesome defense.” Adam nodded in agreement,

”You.” Jeff pointed at Will, who skated over to Jeff’s side. He was stoic, and stood at around 6’1. He had dark skin, and a purple mouth guard.

Soon enough all of the players had been selected and sorted onto their teams. Jeff had taken the advice of his new teammates as his only guidance in choosing. He hadn’t a clue if they were correct or not. Coach Barkley gave the two teams 5 minutes to huddle up and strategize. The players gathered around Jeff, who began to speak.

“For my starters I need Tom, Will, Eli…” Jeff thought for a moment, “And Adam.” The team seemed shocked at Jeff’s decision, but fearing the wrath he had shown Randy in the locker room, they remained silent,

“Listen. I know I’m new. I know I don’t know any of you, and you don’t know me, and because of that I’m not gonna order you around or be an asshole. I’m not that guy. If some new guy had come to NMHS and started ordering people around like that, we’d probably be a little annoyed. I know that this probably isn’t ideal for you guys, and I’m sorry. But you have to understand. I want to win. I really hate losing. It’s just who I am. I’m done talking now, you guys tell me what I need to know.” After his short speech, Jeff began to listen to his teammates talk about what positions they felt comfortable in, their strengths, and their weaknesses so that he could form a game plan.

When Jeff heard Coach Barkley’s whistle, he knew it was game time. He skated to the center of the rink, and got into the ready position just as he had been taught. He bit his yellow mouthguard as Randy and his team got into position. Coach Carter waited for the okay from Coach Barkley to drop the puck. Once he gave Coach Carter a thumbs up, Jeff felt his heart rate accelerate.

When the puck dropped, the fight for the puck was fierce. The clacking of sticks against the ice and each other was the only sound that could be heard. It felt like an eternity before Randy’s team finally managed to get a hold of the puck. The left wing player darted down the ice towards Jeff’s team’s goal.

Jeff was not going to let Randy get away with this, and used his incredible skating skills to close the gap between him and the left wing player. He angled his body to get the puck back. He executed a perfect poke check, and stole the puck for himself.

He took off in the opposite direction with the puck in his possession, every calculated move he made showcasing his love of the game. He skated past defenders and found himself approaching the net. The only thing that stood between him and the goal was the goalie. Jeff took an inhale, and exhaled on a powerful wrist shot that went sailing past the goalie’s glove into the top left corner of the net.

Jeff held his stick above his head as he glided behind the goal. Within the first moments of the game, he had already scored. He noticed Coach Barkley glaring down at him, and whispering to Coach Carter. Jeff was beginning to realize how much Coach Barkley was there to protect Randy.

As Jeff skated back to the middle of the ice for the next face-off, he took note of Adam playing goalie. His freckled face almost matched his hair in redness from the cold.

When Jeff got into the ready position, he looked up at Randy with a sly smirk. Randy’s face contorted with hatred for Jeff. He was embarrassed that someone like him could just show up, and make him look like a fool. As the pair waited for Coach Carter to retrieve the puck, Randy made a jab at Jeff,

“Your stick handling is shit.” He hissed, putting his mouth guard back into his mouth. Jeff just kept his composure, and prepared for the face off. Coach Carter skated between them with the puck. With a high pitched whistle from Coach Barkley, the game proceeded,

As the game went on, Jeff continued to have luck. His only goal was to destroy and embarrass Randy by every means possible, but he remembered his mentor, Stanley’s, wise words,

”Play with your head, not your heart.”

His heart was pained a bit, knowing Stanley was all the way back in Milwaukee, and it would be months before he got to see him again. He felt gritted determination in his soul, wanting very much for his mentor to be proud of him.

After 12 more minutes of playing, Adam had successfully blocked one of Randy’s shots into the goal, causing Jeff and the team to cheer with much vigor. This infuriated both Coach Barkley, and Randy to their cores.

As for Jeff, he had stolen the puck countless times from their weak offense, gotten a sneaky assist, and scored another goal. Jeff was glad to see that his gameplay alone was throwing Randy off. After a great hip check to one of Randy’s teammates, Jeff successfully got a hold of the puck and zoomed down towards Randy’s goal against the boards. He zoomed around a defensive player, and was almost to the attacking zone.

Just as he was about to execute a pass to one of his teammates, he felt a force shove him from behind and down to the ice. Jeff’s gloved hands were the first to hit the ice, then the rest of his body. It was a nasty fall, but nothing new to Jeff. When he looked up he saw Randy skating past him with the puck. Jeff waited for the whistle to be blown so that Randy would be put in the penalty box, and the game could continue. The sound never came. Jeff stood up, and looked up to Coach Barkley. It seemed that he hadn’t even noticed Randy’s misconduct. Jeff gritted his teeth, and got back on defense. He would let actions speak louder than words, unlike Randy, who couldn’t seem to stop chirping the entire game.

Jeff zoomed back to the defending zone, his frigid eyes locking on Randy Hayden. He was going in for the kill. He executed a perfect, yet aggressive, shoulder-to-shoulder body check, and stole the puck for his team. No sooner than he had begun to return to the attacking zone, he heard the blow of the whistle. Jeff came to a halt, and whipped around to look at Coach Barkley. He looked at Jeff, his arm extended to the side horizontally.

“WHAT?” Jeff exclaimed, “That was legal!” He asked, his face burning with animosity at the injustice he was facing.

“You checked from behind, Jeffery.” Coach Carter explained with a monotone voice, “Head to the penalty box.” Jeff turned to face Coach Carter and defend himself,

“It-It was shoulder to shoulder! If it were from behind, how would I have taken the puck?!”

“Just go get in the box, we’re all waiting on you.” Randy had a sly smile. Jeff’s helmeted head slowly turned towards Randy. He felt a pain in the side of his head. The anger that he was feeling was changing into something new. That intoxicating haze of hatred and bloodlust had returned. Jeff felt sick with his fury, wanting so desperately to get even with this privileged prick in front of him. His body was shaking, his left eye and hand were twitching, and he had reached the precipice of his emotions. This display of blatant favoritism towards Randy sickened him. It wasn’t fair. Jeff’s adrenaline soared. He didn’t notice, but the ringing in his ears had returned.

Jeff removed one of the gloves from his hand and threw it down onto the ice, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He lunged at Randy, and delivered a forceful punch to his jaw. Randy wasn’t going to let Jeff take advantage of him so easily, however, and grabbed Jeff’s hand when he attempted to deliver a second punch. As Jeff tried to fight through Randy’s grasp on his wrist, Randy removed his gloves, initiating their fight. After a bit of struggling and pulling on each other’s jerseys, Randy got a pretty good hit on Jeff’s helmet cage, causing Jeff to be stunned for a moment. He fell hard onto the ice, but grabbed the front of Randy’s jersey so that he’d go down with him. He ripped Randy’s helmet off, and got a forceful right hook in on Randy’s ear.

The Coaches had let Randy and Jeff fight, thinking it was all a part of the game. But when the punches and shouting never ceased, they had to intervene.

Jeff finally got control over Randy, pinning his arms down to the ice with his padded knees. He threw his fist as hard as he could into Randy’s eye. Randy growled in pain, before hitting Jeff with an uppercut that had come out of nowhere. Jeff tried to fight through the pain, but it almost seemed impossible. He could feel warm red blood trickling down his face. He gritted his teeth and licked his lips. His tongue tasted metallic fire. The ringing in his ears that he had managed to ignore all of this time became too loud. It was the same as his dream, and the same as the day he had fought his Dad.

Jeff’s rage had changed once more. The bloodlust that he was feeling had been a primarily violence-based emotion. When he was wrestling Randy, he found that there was some sadistic, evil pleasure that came with it. Watching the blood seep from his nose. Watching his eyes water, and blacken from a bruise. Listening to Randy’s pained screams and growls as he struggled beneath him. He was completely at Jeff’s mercy, and he loved it. He relished in it. The control, the power. It was intoxicating.

Jeff was in the process of getting a hit in on Randy’s stomach, when without warning, his body tensed up. He couldn’t move his limbs, or his neck. His eyes darted around, trying to figure out what happened. Meanwhile, Randy was weakened from Jeff’s violent outburst. Every punch Jeff had expertly delivered was excruciating, and blood flowed from Randy’s nose, mouth, and bruises were beginning to form on his face.

Jeff was pulled off of Randy by Mr. H, and shoved to the ice away from him. Coach Barkley’s and Mr. H hovered over Jeff’s tense, trying to understand what was happening.

“BOYS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??” Coach Barkley demanded, his eyes moving back and forth between Randy and Jeff. He was interrupted by Jeff’s screeching in pain from the sudden tension in his muscles. This is when the spasms set in. Jeff’s body went completely limp for a short moment, before beginning to convulse and twitch sporadically. His eyes were wide open, almost like they were going to pop out of his head. Foamed spit emerged from the corners of his mouth, sliding down his cheeks and around his ears. The entire team were still in shock, including Troy, Keith, and Randy.

“Oh my Gosh! Call an ambulance! He’s having a seizure!” Mr. H exclaimed as Coach Carter got down to Jeff’s level to make sure he didn’t injure himself.

The worst part about his seizure was that the entire time it was happening, Jeff was conscious and aware. There wasn’t an inch in his body that wasn’t in horrible pain. The only one of his senses that didn’t work was his hearing. Everything around him was chaotic, but silent. His vision was blurry from tears that began to roll down his cheeks. As Jeff started to lose his consciousness, he felt relief wash over him as the pain finally began to fade. The last things he saw were his Coaches on the phone with 911, and the tall, faceless figure in a suit that stood behind the boards and watched him suffer.

The Mentor

It had been a long couple of days for Jeff. He had suffered a grand mal seizure while he was fighting with Randy. The hospital he was taken to had run every test, every exam, and every scan on the boy. Each one came back normal. Jeff was completely healthy. Seizures could happen at random and to anybody, but Jeff’s wasn’t typical. His seizure had lasted for far too long and was far too severe to be ordinary. Still, there was nothing that the staff could do, so they moved on.

When Jeff finally woke up, it had been a day and a half since his seizure had occurred. He first heard the buzzing of fluorescent lights over his head, and the steady beeping of a heart monitor. He could smell disinfectant within the air, giving the hospital a sterile scent. His body was covered by a thin, coarse blanket that hardly qualified as bedding. His feet were wrapped in socks, and his body in a green hospital gown. He had an IV in his arm, pumping fluids throughout his body. His eyes fluttered open, and a hazy voice called out to him,

”Jeff? Are you awake?” When he had finally shaken off the cobwebs of his unconscious state, he could see who had just spoken to him.

“Stanley?” Jeff breathed, raising his head barely above the pillow and rubbing his eyes with his free arm.

“Jeff! Oh, thank goodness you're awake! I need to call your brother and let him know you’re okay!” Jeff only registered half of what Stanley said. He laid back down, and watched as the suspended ceiling above him moved like a wave. All of the sudden, a nurse appeared above him and began to gently touch his arm. She too was speaking, but Jeff couldn’t understand. Everything sounded muffled. Everything looked muffled. This was until Jeff heard one word. Well, one name.

”So…Something apparently happened with some kid named…oh, what was it?” Stanley pondered, scratching the white stubble on his aged chin, “Ronald…Oh! It was Randy!” Jeff snapped, and sat up immediately. Both the nurse, and Stanley were surprised at this. The heart rate monitor next to Jeff’s bed began to quicken in pace. He was now fully awake and aware of his surroundings. Jeff’s crystal eyes were wide, and sick. They were not the eyes of a sane man.

“Woah! Lay back down, son. You’re gonna hurt yourself!” The nurse gently pushed Jeff’s chest, attempting to get him to lie back down. For a moment, Jeff didn’t budge. Stanley, in his wiseness, noticed Jeff’s right eye twitching slightly. He stood up, his left hand clutching his cane,

“Jeff, it’s okay. You’re okay. Lay back down so the doctor can check on you. You’re alright, I promise.” He hobbled over to Jeff, rested his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, and guided him back down into a lying position. The heart monitor’s beeps began to slow at Stanely’s touch.

“Sorry…” Jeff mumbled, stretching his arms out, “What happened?”

“You’re alright, don’t apologize. You had a seizure.” The polite nurse explained, “You’re a really tough kid Jeffery. We’re gonna run some tests later to see if we can find a cause. Can you take a deep breath in for me?”

“Please, call him Jeff.” Stanley smiled, and nodded at the nurse.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jeff.” The nurse looked down at her patient, knowing he was too disoriented off of the painkillers he was prescribed to understand what was happening. Jeff complied with her instructions, and the nurse listened to his lungs.

She ran a few more short tests while Stanley had stepped out of the room to make a phone call to Liu, and Jeff’s parents. When the nurse left, she invited Stanley back to the room, who shut the door behind him after wishing her well.

Stanley Waterbury was an older man, in his late sixties. His dark, weathered skin showed the weight of the long years he had lived. He had dark eyes like pools of ink that looked especially beautiful when the sunlight hit them just right. His halo of short silver hair matched his beard, which was trimmed neatly. His glasses sat perched on his nose, right above his contagious, knowing smile. His hands were calloused, proof of his life of hard work.

He walked with a cane, as he suffered an ACL injury during his legendary hockey career that had put him out of the sport for good. Stanley had dedicated his life to hockey, and didn’t let this injury stop him from coaching the sport he loved so much.

Stanley sat on the rolling stool that the nurse had just been sitting on beside Jeff’s bed. He gave Jeff a one-sided hug as Jeff was too weak to move. He pushed Jeff’s bangs out of his face and tucked them behind his ear. Jeff looked up at him weakly,

“What hospital is this? Did you drive all the way from Milwaukee?” Jeff wondered, his voice quiet.

“You’re about an hour away from Elmerville, and an hour away from Milwaukee.” Stanley explained, “I came as soon as I heard. I’m sorry that this is happening to you, son.”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Jeff tried to sit up in his bed, but realized that he couldn’t.

“Quit moving around, boy. You need to rest.” Stanley rested his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, and looked into his eyes with a pity filled expression. Jeff sighed, and closed his eyes.

“Where’s mom and dad?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. He stared up at the ceiling above him with tired eyes. Stanley hesitated, knowing it wasn’t his place to speak illy of Jeff’s parents,

”They…uh…couldn’t make it.” He answered, “Your father had work and your stepmother…” He trailed off, knowing he couldn’t properly excuse their absence. Jeff’s eyes burned, and tears formed in the inner corners.

”Couldn’t? Or wouldn't?” Jeff muttered, a tear rolling down his pale cheek. Stanley didn’t say anything, because his heart of hearts burned with the same animosity as Jeff’s. Stanley had known Jeff since he was in elementary school, and seeing him like this broke his heart. Jeff was like a son to him, and his wife.

“I’m so sorry. Liu is with Margret. They’re on the way, and should be here in an hour or so. I’m not sure how bad the traffic is heading this way.”

“When did you get here?” Jeff asked, turning his head back to Stanley, who wiped the tear off of Jeff’s cheek.

”Late last night. I got the call from the school because I’m on your emergency contact list. I came as soon as I heard.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Jeff had a look of genuine concern on his face.

”It’s alright. Someone had to come and check on you, and fill out all that damned paperwork.” This comment was a slight jab at Jeff’s parents, as Stanley would never say that he didn’t like them out loud, “Do you want to talk about what happened?” He asked, the fluorescent light reflecting off of his gold wedding band. Jeff paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He had a lot to say, but he wasn’t quite sure if he could,

“I…I’ve just been so angry.” Jeff chuckled limply to himself, “That’s not new, though.”

”I was gonna say.” Stanley gently pinched Jeff’s cheek. The teen sighed, preparing to speak his mind.

”Ever since we moved to Elmerville, I’ve been…angry. But, not regular-angry. I’ve been angry all the time. I haven’t had a moment of peace since I unpacked my stuff and moved in. I keep getting these…weird thoughts, and this ringing in my ear out of nowhere. I-I feel like I’m being watched all the time…” Jeff explained erratically, scratching around the IV in his arm,

“Moving can be tough.” Stanley changed the subject to try to improve Jeff’s move, ”Change is hard. I know how much you loved Milwaukee, and how much you wanted to stay. Your team misses you a lot, and when I go see them at the barn, they always ask how you’re doing. Have you been keeping up with them? That might help you feel better.”

”I chat with them every now and then. If I talk to them for too long, I just start to get sad.” Jeff sighed, yawning quietly.

“I see. And what about this fight you had?” Stanley’s demeanor changed to one of a frustrated parent,

”Yes. I’m sorry. I broke my promise.” Jeff mumbled, remembering the guarantee he had given to Stanley before he left, swearing to stay out of trouble.

“What fights have you been in? How many have you been in?” Stanley raised an eyebrow, his hands wrapping around his wooden cane. Stanley was the only person Jeff would be totally honest about this with, because he knew deep down that Stanley was there to help him. He would never judge Jeff, and often gave him great advice.

“My first fight was with my dad. I got physical, I guess, but it just happened so fast. He makes me so angry, Stanley, you know how it is.” Jeff vented.

“I do, son. I do.” Stanley shook his head, and muttered quietly about Jeff’s parents to himself. He then sighed, and continued “And the others? Who is this Randy kid?” Jeff felt his heart rate increase at the mention of his enemy’s name. The heart rate monitor mirrored Jeff’s anger, putting it on display. With this, Jeff’s demeanor changed. His regular, conversational self was replaced with something else. He sat up slowly, and the beeping began to accelerate once more, almost like an omen,

“He’s the athletic director’s son.” Jeff explained, “I actually liked Mr. H, even after his pathetic son and his friends had tried to intimidate me after school one day. The first time we fought was in that classroom. He-he was going to fight me, Stanley, I could just- I could…tell. Luckily, his Dad strolled in and broke it up. But at practice, things got…rough. He checked me from behind, and they-they didn’t call it. I was pissed, but I got back up and kept playing. After that, I shoulder checked him, and-and it was COMPLETELY LEGAL. But-but they called it! They called it Stanley! I was just so…mad. I just wanted to take my stick, break it in half, and gut him like a fish!!” Stanley’s eyes widened, concern washing over his face. Jeff had always been a fighter, but nothing like this. He decided to blame it on the painkillers, but his gut remained skeptical. There was something deeper going on here,

“And…that's when you had your seizure?”

“Yeah…But that wasn’t…Look, I saw this- this thing, Okay? It had- it was tall. Really tall. Like, a street lamp. It wears a suit, a-and it has no face. Its face is- it's gone. It’s got long arms, and it was watching me die. I was laying on the ice, having my seizure, and it was watching me die- he’s been following me. I’ve seen him before. He won’t stop following me, and-and watching me.” Jeff had a small fit of giggling before continuing to ramble about what he had seen. Alarms were going off in Stanley’s mind, especially when he noticed the deranged look in the young man’s eyes.

“Jeff, are you alright?” Stanley asked as Jeff continued to ramble incoherently without ceasing. As he asked this, a few doctors walked into the room. Jeff stopped talking when he saw the group of doctors that had made their way into the room, and instead looked down at his folding arms.

“Good afternoon, Jeffery.”

“It’s Jeff, please.” Stanley’s face was contorted with confusion as he corrected the doctors.

“Jeff, my apologies.” The doctor smiled down at Jeff, “I’m doctor Saia, and we’re here to run a couple tests on you.”

While the doctors were talking to Jeff, Stanley pulled one of the doctors aside to speak privately.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr…”

“Waterbury. I’m Mr. Waterbury but you can call me Stanley.” He shook hands with the doctor, “Look, I think there’s something wrong with that boy…you know…in the head. I’ve known him since he was a very young man, and he’s never acted like that before. Could it have something to do with the medicine that he’s taking?”

“I see. Can you describe his behavior for me, Stanley?” The doctor asked with a click of his pen, taking a pad and paper out of his coat pocket.

“He was talking- no, rambling on and on. He’s not a quiet boy, but he’s always liked to keep how he’s feeling to himself. He got into a fight, as you know, and every time I say the name of the boy he got into a fight with, the beeping heart thing beside his bed goes bonkers!”

”I heard about the heart rate part from one of my coworkers.” The doctor added, scribbling notes down on his paper.

“That’s not all. He started talking about some…monster that he saw before he passed out at the rink. His eyes were wide, and crazy. He just…doesn’t seem okay.”

”A…monster?” The doctor seemed puzzled.

”Yes! He said it was tall, and had long arms, and a suit…or something like that. He’s really not one to believe in ghost stories. I guess it could have been the seizure, but I just don’t know, doctor…”

”He stopped taking painkillers for the muscle cramps around 10 hours ago, but I supposed there could be some lasting effects. They wouldn’t cause something as severe as what you explained, that is of course, if everything you told me was true.” The doctor thought out loud, “How about I give one of my colleagues at Lakewood State Hospital a call?”

“Lakewood?” Stanley asked with an anxiety riddled tone, “You think he’s crazy?”

“No sir, I don’t. I know a very skilled, and professional psychiatrist that deals with patients, like Jeff, who have endured challenging, or traumatic experiences. He can access Jeff’s mental health, and check on how he’s doing. I was actually going to suggest that anyways, considering what Mr. Hayden from ECU told us about Jeff’s recent history.” Stanley nodded solemnly, and a silence fell between the two.

”Oh, speaking of Mr. H,” Stanley sighed, “I need to tell him about his hockey team. That poor boy is gonna be heartbroken.”

“I would suggest waiting until. He isn’t in a good headspace to receive such bad news.” The doctor suggested, scribbling down a number on a piece of paper and handing it to Stanley, “This is my colleague, Dr. Harrington. Give him a call. He would be happy to book an appointment for Jeff.” Stanley ran his hand across the back of his head, his silver stubble scraping against his calloused palm.

”Alright. Thank you, doctor.”

“Anytime. If you have any more questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With this, Stanley and the doctor came back into the hospital room where Jeff was lying down and answering the doctors’ questions.

Stanley didn’t know if it was because of Jeff’s behavior, his story, or the insane look in his eyes, but he had a bad feeling. He was worried about Jeff, and wondered what was yet to come.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next 3 days, Jeff rotted in the hospital bed, and was asked the same redundant questions every day. They checked for tumors all throughout his body, they checked his family history, they ran ECGs, blood tests, toxicology screenings, and they drug tested him. Nothing. Not a single abnormality. Jeff was a completely normal boy. Once the doctors couldn’t find the answers they were looking for, Jeff was given various medications and told to drink lots of water. He was then discharged and sent back home.

The car ride home was painfully silent with apprehension. Jeff’s stepmother and father didn’t speak a word to him. They were obviously upset, but Jeff couldn’t understand why. Their son had been in the hospital for three days, and they didn’t even bother to call, let alone visit him. When they came to pick him up, they didn’t give him so much as a hug. Jeff wore a gray crew neck and scrub pants provided by the hospital, because his parents didn’t bother to bring him a change of clothes. The silence hung over the car like a dark rain cloud, until Jeff’s father broke it.

“This new town was supposed to be a fresh start for our family, and you and your brother have done nothing, but make it more painful.” His father snapped through gritted teeth. Then, his stepmother chimed in,

“You know, I wanted to make friends with some of the other families in our neighborhood, but we won’t be able to do that anymore, will we?” Jeff was floored by both of their statements, but he wasn’t surprised. If it wasn’t obvious that all his parents cared about were their images, it was now. But still, Jeff remained silent. He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell his parents everything that he felt about them, but he did. Some unseen force beckoned him to see what else they would share if he just stayed quiet,

“The medication was weird enough, but a shrink? I was backed into a corner to make an appointment with that Dr. Harrington by Stanley, and your doctors. Did you know that, Jeffery? You think I wanted to do that? What do you think everyone else in our neighborhood thinks about that, huh? That there’s a psychopath in town?” Jeff stayed silent, his rage very present, but quiet. It almost felt like his body was on autopilot, and he was watching everything he did, but not responding to it by his own volition. He was in the passenger's seat of his own body.

“Suspended from school your first week in. Ridiculous. Absolutely Ridiculous.” His stepmother shook her head in disappointment. This was news to Jeff. He sat up a bit, and looked at his father through the rear view mirror.

“Suspended?” He asked weakly.

“Ha! I wondered where you were! Yes, Jeffery. Suspended. No more school for two weeks.”

”Why?” Jeff questioned, as his stepmother sighed and shook her head more,

“You don’t remember assaulting Randy, Jeff? How you beat that boy nearly to death? Does that ring a bell? Mr. H’s job is on the line now because of that. Because of you, Jeff.”

“I assaulted him, huh?” Jeff thought, hugging his chest.

“Well, I suppose one good thing came from this. You got kicked from that stupid hockey team. Now you actually can do something productive with your free time.” Jeff’s world stopped entirely. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He shot up, his face contorted with vexation.

“WHAT?!” He demanded, his father chuckling and sighing out,

”Oh yeah. They don’t believe that you’re stable enough…you know…in the head.” His father gripped the steering wheel at 10 and 2, “Quite frankly, we agree.” He added. Jeff felt his soul shatter. The thing he loved, his passion, his escape, had been ripped from his hands just like that. It dawned on him that he now had no school, no friends, and no hockey.

“I think it’s time you let go of your silly dreams, Jeff.” His stepmother admitted, turning to face her son. That haze was back. That sick, twisted anger. That hatred and unadulterated rage, pure and sickening, “Your father and I think it would be best if…you shadowed at the firm.” Jeff’s jaw dropped. There was no way his parents were serious.

“Y-you’re joking, right?” Jeff begged, his father scoffing,

“Jeff, you know damn well that playing in the NHL isn’t a real job. Hockey is barely a real sport, its-its just a game. You should come with me to work, and try something new, son.” Jeff was at a loss for words. He felt hot tears welling up in his eyes. He aggressively wiped them away, as he would rather die before he gave his parents the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

“I…I can’t-“

”No. No Jeff. I’m sick of all of the damn games that we’ve been playing for the past 17 years. It’s time you get your head out of the clouds, and get a grip. It’s time that we become a real family. Whether you like it, or not, things are gonna change around here.” Jeff leaned back in the car seat, and felt defeated. Everything that he had worked for, sweat for, cried for, literally bled for. He was watching it all go down the drain.

He turned his body towards the car window to watch the treeline pass behind them. His father continued to ramble on about being a lawyer. Jeff wasn’t listening. He didn’t have the energy to fight. He fell into bitter silence for the rest of the car ride.

You’re still here? WHAT??? Thank you!! You’re halfway there!

[juneberrie]

I saw my crush today

We have Monday as Barbie and Ken spirit day and I was telling his dad that he should dress up and we’re we’re talking about that for a minute. My friend was also with us. Then my crush started waking around the corner to go to his dad and the conversation was ending so we started walking away to go to our next class and my friend said something about pink paint and I said ‘you are n paining me’ so that’s probably all my crush heard 💀😭

But yeah we had to walk by him

AKDFJHSKFH thats so cool tho ?? my school theatre is doing like a kickoff/potluck next friday and its barbie themed <33

[ajoyfulspirit]

Good morning world 🌎. Joyful Spirit here. I hope that you’re having a blessed morning today. I’m enjoying the quiet of the day. It’s 6:55 am and I don’t have anywhere to be for a while which is nice. Nobody calling me. Nobody tugging on me for my attention. I like to spend this time going through tumblr and seeing what beautiful photography and art work I can see and find. I like to text the ones I really like to myself just as a reminder that you guys are so very talented. I also want to try to show others what they’re missing by not being on here. My third reason is I want to try to recreate the pieces at some point. To be creative is what I live for. I brought home 🏡 my artwork from my art class on Monday, I go to one at my church ⛪️ as often as I can. It only costs $10 bucks!!! Anyway, I’m working on a portrait of my momma. I’m not quite sure when I’ll be finished. I haven’t worked on it all week so I think I’ll try today and tomorrow. Whatcha y’all think??? 🤔 I hope she loves it. Next I’m gonna do one of my dad in his dress blues. He’s very handsome. Then I’ll do one of them from their wedding day. I can’t wait until their anniversary like I wanted to which is in September. They’ll have their 52 anniversary this year. Really I wish I would’ve attempted to do these portraits for their 50th wedding anniversary but I can’t go back in time and I wasn’t taking the class back then.

Hope all of you have a wonderful day today. Take care.

[nschoolofdance]

2024 February

The studio is hopping, and we are working hard on choreography!!  We have a lot going on the next couple of months, please stay up to date.

Please do not forget to check your BAND APP frequently for updated videos of choreography and class specific news.

Reminder - Absolutely NO street shoes past the front entrance.              

Studio Spirit Week/Color Wars – February 19-25    

Monday – Red

Tuesday – Blue

Wednesday – Pink

Thursday – Green

Friday/Saturday – Yellow

Sunday – Purple

Recital Tshirt and Digital Download - Please fill out the form for recital t-shirts and our recital download.  $45 ($25 for additional dancers) has been added to your account, this will include a recital opening number t-shirt and a digital download of the recital dances.  The digital download will be sent via email with password access.  The digital download will include all recital dances.

Father Daughter Dance (Moms and sons are welcome too!) – BEGINS March 15! This is a short dance performed at each show.  We have approximately 5-6 rehearsals.  All ages are welcome.  If dad is unavailable a stand in would be wonderful (uncle/grandpa/brother/cousin/mom). $30 per couple/Adult – T-shirt included.

Costumes - Please make sure your costume is labeled and hung up in the back of the closet.  If you have a tutu it will need to be hung upside down to keep it fluffy.

Performance Accessories – All orders have been placed.  If you are missing anything or still need anything for your dancer please talk to Nicole.

Recreational Class Dress Rehearsal - March 11-17

Please come with full costume (no performance tights), hair and make up for an in-studio dress rehearsal.  This is a great time to practice hair and makeup before pictures and answer any questions.

Attendance - Recital choreography has begun, and it is crucial that you make all scheduled classes.  It is hard to choreograph and progress when dancers are missing from class.   We appreciate your cooperation.

Studio Account - Please check your account and make sure you are up to date.  This link is also accessible through NSD website.            

Cold Weather/Cancellations - We want our dancers to stay warm and healthy.  Please make sure they are dressed appropriately coming and going from class. We do work hard in class and sweat, and I want to make sure they are dressed warm.  If class is canceled due to inclement weather, please check the following for cancellations: Facebook or email.          

February

8-11 - BravO! Dance Competition

19-25 – Studio Spirit Week

March

1-3 – Trilogy Dance Competition

11-17 – In Studio Dress Rehearsal

15 – FD Dance

17 – Competition Team Dinner

22-24 – Ovation Dance Competition

25-31 – No Dance Spring Break

April

1-2 – Studio Pictures

5 – FD Dance

12-15 – Starz Dance Competition

19 – FD Dance

25-29 – Inferno Dance Competition

May

3 – FD Dance

6-7 – In Studio Rehearsal

8 – NSD Competition Auditions

9 – Studio Closed

10 – Stage Rehearsal (4-8pm)

11 – Recital (10am, 12:30pm, 3pm)

12 – Competition Banquet (4:30-7:30pm)

13 – 2024-2025 Registration

[lalaluna20]

omg that’s so fun!! i love mango ice cream! it’s soooo good!

my seniors had their skip day this week too! they had it on monday because it’s the day after the last ap test.

i’m good! we had spirit week at my school so tried dressing up every day for the week.

i also got ny yearbook today!!! so i had some of my friends sign it. (my photos actually look good this year, thank god) im going to bring it back monday so my seniors and morning classes friends can sight it.

tmr i’m going to my first grad party!! so im excited and also like bittersweet because its kinda solidifying that my seniors are leaving and i don’t want them to leave :(((( on the plus side, most of them are going to UI and like the furthest away senior is going to Depual so they won’t be super far.

Oh and i’m going to volunteer at one of my local libraries again so im super excited!!

now i’m just working on homework because all my teachers are assigning last minute projects 💀💀💀👎🏼👎🏼👎🏼

anyways!! i hope you had a great day!!! (sorry for the super late response)

HEY SOPH!!! how are you????

HI LUNA BABYYY

im good! Had skip day today and decorated my cap and then went to the beach so that was so fun :) this next week will be my last week of hs ever so kinda bittersweet 🥹🥹

anyways I tried to tan today we’ll see tomorrow if it worked and I just got mango ice cream which was deliiiicious! Hbu???

[1kook]

netflix & chill

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc wc 10.2k !! wow!!

will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again ty to mia more @daechwlta​ for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺

When Namjoon had first not so subtly mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date, it was with a faux air of disinterest that you had masterfully pried the details out of him. Namjoon has a friend, he said, a friend who was kinda sorta attached to his hip. And while Namjoon loved the kid, he also thought this friend could use some social interaction outside of Namjoon.

Now you and Namjoon weren’t exactly the most conventional of friends for him to be proposing blind dates to you at whim. He was your senior at school, your mentor in your scholarship program, an educated man studying for his masters. So when he’d first uttered the words you were immediately on the fence. Sure, the two of you knew each other well and probably got along better than most mentor-mentee pairings among your year, but you doubt Namjoon knew enough of your tastes to offer you up for a blind date.

According to Namjoon, his friend was a kid in the same year as you, making him not so much as a kid as he was your classmate. You brushed it off at first, spewing some bullshit excuse that you’d rather focus on your studies, and how dating was a distraction to your education, as if you hadn’t spent the weekend prior binge watching some Spanish novella while you dutifully ignored your essay.

The second time Namjoon mentions it you agree on the spot. Life on campus could only be interesting for so long, so you might as well make the best of it and go on as many stupid dates as possible.

Namjoon is over the moon.

He tells you he’ll pass your phone number on over to that friend of his—“Jeon Jungkook”—and promises you you won’t regret this because his friend was amazing, really. And for Namjoon to sing his praises for just any underclassmen was unheard of. In fact, besides you, you don’t think Namjoon knows many other students younger than him, and if he did, you hardly doubt he would regard them so highly.

So he gives his friend your number, and so ends your weekly meeting with your mentor. You only realize on the walk back to your dorm that you forgot to ask him about some club at school, the whole goal of this week’s meeting, but by then you don’t really care, the whole conversation fading into the background.

In fact, you forget about the whole ordeal until Friday night rolls around and you’re once again, binge watching another novella on your laptop, when your phone suddenly vibrates.

You were by no means a loser at school, a friendless nobody, but you were also not the outgoing, school-spirited student on the front page of your school’s website, and thus had nearly every app that could produce a notification on your phone muted, every text thread silenced. The only notifications and messages you allowed were from your email and from your roommate, and considering the fact Doyeon was face down in a puddle of her own mid-semester tears right across from you, it was probably your email.

Much to your surprises, it isn’t that “Monday’s Class is CANCELLED” email you were hoping for, but instead some unknown number in a text notification. You roll your eyes, click it open thinking it’s a reminder from some store or from some guy claiming to be from your bank, only to pause at the words written inside the little grey bubble.

hey its jungkook!!! joon gave me your number to I guess ask you on a date soo are you free tmrw night??

The excessive punctuation reminds you a little bit of your kid sister back home and the dorky emails she’ll send you from time to time. It’s with that memory and a smile on your face, that you’re suddenly reminded of what exactly this message is saying. “Oh shit,” you mumble, moving to sit up and reread the text. Doyeon complaining loudly in the background has you reading it twice more before you understand it, and by then there’s a fluttery feeling in your chest.

You were by no means easily swayed by people, but this guy had received praise from Kim Namjoon of all people, so he definitely had some prestige to his name. He doesn’t seem overbearing from this one text he’d sent, but he also didn’t seem completely disinterested.  

You try to match his nonchalant energy, letting him know you were in fact free and down to meet him, just to let you know more details.

You won’t lie, there’s a giddy feeling bubbling within you at the prospect of getting all dolled up, hitting the town, pawning a free meal off some unsuspecting college soul, and maybe even hitting it off. It’s been a while since you’ve dated, sue you.

Jeon Jungkook’s response crushes those dreams as well as hurdles you straight into a nightmare.

cool!! was thinking i could cook for us at my place, drink a little wine, maybe Netflix and chill a little bit??

You are blown away by the absolute gall of this man, to butter you up by painting a pretty picture only to reduce you to a mere booty call. The fact he had felt confident enough to say all that within the same sentence blows your mind.

Did this Jeon Jungkook, who you had no idea of what he looked like, who had no idea of what you looked like, seriously just invite you over for some quote unquote Netflix and chill?

Who, in the ever living hell, was this guy who so sleazily invited women over to fuck with no qualms about who they were?

You’re offended that Namjoon would set you up like this, pawn you off to such a greasy friend. But then again, you guess not everyone knows their friends thoroughly, because this Jeon Jungkook flirtatiously inviting your over for some sex sounds nothing like the golden boy Kim Namjoon had raved about earlier this week. You click your phone off, tapping the device against your lips as you ponder how to best rip this jerk to shreds via text.

It’s amidst Doyeon cursing out her statistics teacher that an idea hits you.

Tomorrow was Saturday night, and as far as you knew, you really didn’t have anything else going on for you anyway. You’d take Jeon Jungkook’s offer, let him cook you a free meal and drink some of his wine. He mentioned having his own place, and vaguely you remember Namjoon saying he lived alone, hence his introverted tendencies, so you could slip in and out without doing that walk of shame through a boy’s dorm hall.

Not that there would be anything to feel shameful about. In fact, if you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

Ha! That would certainly teach the asshole not to use his poor, unsuspecting friends to reel in nice girls like you into one night stands.

You could practically feel the devil horns begging to poke out of your skull, the forked tail wiggling behind you, as you click your phone back on and text Jeon Jungkook a great!! what’s your address :)

——

Saturday morning and afternoon are as boring as they usually are. You do a little homework, and spend thirty minutes filling Doyeon in on your master plan, which she eats up and even gives you some pointers—“and then you can be like, ‘you sick freak, as if I’d let you near this 5-star, Michelin reviewed, Gordon Ramsey approved coochie’ and throw the whole plate at his head!”—before getting ready for your little date at Jeon Jungkook’s.

You try hard to look good, harder than you would have if he hadn’t offended you by reducing you to a booty call, and Doyeon helps. She does your eyebrows all nice and natural, dusts the thinnest shin of liquid highlighter across the high points of your face, the whole shebang until you’re looking like a sexy, glowing goddess. You shimmy into a pretty dress, nothing too fancy nor too casual, and even pull on those strappy sandals you’d bought on sale last winter before blowing a kiss to Doyeon and meeting your Uber downstairs.

You don’t quite remember what the reason behind Jeon Jungkook living in such a swanky neighborhood a few minutes from campus was, if it was from a job you vaguely recall Namjoon mentioning, or if it was just purely hereditary, but his place is nice. It’s a connected townhouse, something you’d expect a newly wed couple to live in and not some douchebag third year.

Worse comes to worse, you get banned from this rich neighborhood after humiliating one of its residents in his own home, not that you’d ever make it big enough to live here anyway.

You’d texted Namjoon sometime that morning to let him know you were meeting his friend, an ominous text with an even more ominous smiley face attached to it. But it seems Namjoon is easily blinded by underclassmen he trusts, if Jeon Jungkook’s assholish feats and your own suspicious behavior is anything to go by, because he texts you back a polite have fun! he’s a little shy, so it might take a while for the ball to start rolling hahahaha.

Shy my ass, you think closing the door of your Uber behind you. You double check the address that had been texted to you, walking up to the neat townhouse and knocking against the polished door.

It’s a little chilly, and you hope finding an Uber is easier later tonight when you make your grand escape. It’s between these thoughts that the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever met.

He’s attractive, disgustingly so, with dark hair and light brown tips to contrast, tickling his cheekbones. His dark eyes are round and imploring as they meet yours, gaze almost innocent and doe like as he takes you in. He’s got this soft, blue turtleneck on, and it looks like it should be a seasonal sweater reserved for the holidays but he pulls it off nicely on this premature spring night. His pretty pink lips move, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking.

“___?” He says, and his voice is deep, yet soft in its own unique way. You nod, like a stupid bobble head, because your throat constricted the moment this beautiful angel opened the door. “It’s cold outside, come in!” He urges you, out stretching his palm to make sure you don’t trip over the slight step up the door as he brings you into his home.

“Hi,” he exhales when you’re finally inside, standing a little too close to you in his small entryway.

“Hi,” you finally choke out, a little dazed by how handsome he is, and the sudden realization that you’re supposed to throw your glass of wine at him tonight because he’s a douchebag dawns on you. You blink yourself out of your stupor, taking a step back and gesturing towards your sandal clad feet.

“Oh!” Jeon Jungkook exclaims at the sudden realization. “I forgot to set out a pair of slippers for you,” he sheepishly admits, before he excuses himself to go get some. There’s a tiny ottoman pushed against the wall, beneath a long mirror, that you take a seat on it, carefully unstrapping your sandals.

All the while, you’re deep in thought.

It makes sense that someone like Jeon Jungkook was so forward in inviting you over for sex during your first interaction. Realistically speaking, the guy had it all. He lived alone in a swanky townhouse in a wealthy neighborhood (you finally remember Namjoon saying he did some app developing for major companies—yeah, still in college but already making it big because he was that good), and looked like the blueprint for the perfect man, someone who’d impress your parents. On top of that, the man was was a 21st century Adonis. You hadn’t missed the flash of ink on his knuckles, or the way his jeans had hugged his legs.

He’s making his way back now, inspecting the slippers in his hands, and you don’t miss the way the jeans are pulled taut around his thighs in particular.

Yeah, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, there was no way he couldn’t have.

You slip your feet into the slippers he places before you, wiggling your toes around, before glancing back at Jungkook. He smiles warmly, a little beauty mark beneath his lip making itself known. He takes your hand, pulls you up onto your feet, and begins guiding you down the hall and to what you assume is the kitchen.

“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured asking you three hours before you came over would be too awkward,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at you again, and upon seeing your inquisitive stare, quickly turns away with flushed cheeks.

Oh this man knew the game, and he knew it well.

Jeon Jungkook still thinks he can play that cute campus boy being set up by his senior card now, after he’d shown you his true colors last night via text. But he has a big storm coming. As much as you could admit he was good to look at, you would not be fooled by some pretty face and tasty food. No, you came here with one goal and one goal only, and that was to give Jeon Jungkook a piece of his own two-faced medicine before running off to tattle to Namjoon.

You reach the kitchen and the heavenly smell of Alfredo sauce swarms your nostrils. “I… I’m still new to cooking, so I hope you don’t mind some Alfredo pasta,” he admits, shy smile adorning his features as he avoids your gaze once again to toy with the dish towel by the sink.

You creep closer to the counter, where two meticulously presented ceramic plates sit beside a wine bottle, and the glands in your mouth suddenly go into overdrive in their rush to make you salivate, and you choke out an overly eager, “it looks amazing!” before you know it.

Okay, you came here with two goals.

——

Jungkook carries the two bowls in his big hands to the dining room beside the kitchen, and you follow behind with the bottle of wine and two glasses as you set the table together. The utensils are already there, but Jungkook runs back into the kitchen anyway to return with some fancy cloth napkins for the two of you.

Just as you're tugging a chair out to sit, Jungkook beats you to it. “Ah, let me,” he smiles, and your heart thunders nervously in your chest as you return the expression, brushing your hands beneath you before sitting down and letting him push you in. Jungkook takes his own seat in front of you, and before you can dig in he calls out to seemingly nobody, “Alexa, dim the dining room lights.”

The overhead lights dim, and with their overbearing glow gone, you can finally appreciate the battery powered candles snuggled neatly into a little bowl on the table between you two. You ooh appreciatively, and Jungkook looks proud of himself.

Then, he says, “Alexa, play…Date Night Playlist.”

You blink, and a soft piano tune begins filtering through a speaker he’s hidden somewhere in the room. Even with the fake candles being your main source of light, the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks is evident as he gestures towards you to eat.

You won’t lie. Jeon Jungkook was extremely endearing.

This much becomes evident the further you get into the meal. As small talk devolves into full fledged conversations and story telling, his shy demeanor slipping away but still sticking to the edges of his personality, you begin to have a more difficult time connecting this Jungkook to the one who had less than 24 hours ago asked you to come over and “Netflix and chill” with him.

But the more you speak, the more distant that image begins to feel. For one, Jungkook does put on a fairly reserved aura for you, telling you about his job but refusing to brag about it even when you egg him on. He has no qualms gassing up his friends, Namjoon in particular, who Jungkook claims is his role model for some unknown reason, given the fact they are neither in the same major nor in any of the same clubs. They’re friends, point blank period, but Namjoon is very obviously a star in Jungkook’s eyes.

Additionally, he’s quite embarrassed to admit why Namjoon had been so set on getting Jungkook to date, but eventually tells you it’s because Jungkook’s last girlfriend had been during your freshman year—two whole years ago! It makes you wonder what he’d been doing since then, if he’d used the time to fully invest in his work or if he’d been mingling around, unbeknownst to his friends, which would explain the flirtatious offer that landed you here.

Still, a part of you refuses to believe last night’s Jungkook and tonight’s Jungkook were one in the same, and if they were, what had made this shy man so unabashedly invite you over for some sex. Was this act all a ploy? Or maybe, was he purposefully trying to ward you away by coming off as a gentleman now that he’d seen your face and wasn’t interested in you anymore?

Apparently it’s neither of the two, and you don’t realize this until you finish your meal and make your way into his living room to finally get down to the long awaited Netflix and chilling. It’s only when you sit down on the couch, smack dab in the middle, because at this point, you’re not gonna throw your wine at Jeon Jungkook like you planned, he was too nice. And if this niceness was an act to get in your panties, you didn’t care at this point. He was hot, achingly so, and at least you’d get a good fuck out of it.

But as you said, apparently not. Because Jeon Jungkook sees you purposefully take up the entire middle of the couch, sultry eyes staring him down, and decides to sit flush against the armrest, somehow leaving a good foot between the two of you, despite the fact you’re sitting next to each other.

Your brain can’t work fast enough to comprehend the situation, before he’s asking you what you want to watch. “Um,” you say, pointedly staring at him and not the screen. “Tr-Transformers?”

The way Jungkook’s eyes light up is insane, already round eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he eagerly rushes to select it from whatever streaming service he has, probably not even Netflix, all the while chattering on about how much he loves that series, and is so glad you do too.

The whole time, you’re struck by the oddness of his casual tone, the way he’s overly invested in the 20th Century Fox opening, and how he’s very carefully avoiding intruding in on your personal space.

The last point in particular has you wanting to pull your hair out, because you want Jeon Jungkook intruding in on your personal space. You want him pressed so tightly against you you can’t breathe, you can’t move, until you’re drowning in him as he finally lives up to his promise of some Netflix and chill, because you want him, and you want him so. very. bad.

“Oh, I forgot the popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims, and you jump at the sudden volume of his voice, because he’d been pretty silent as he avidly watched the first few minutes of the movie. “Sorry,” he chuckles, and his leg brushes against yours as he shuffles between you and the coffee table on his way out. You vaguely hear the popping of the popcorn in the kitchen, but you’re too distracted by your suddenly overwhelming thoughts.

Okay, one thing was for sure, and that was that Jeon Jungkook definitely had no fucking idea what the phrase Netflix and chill meant, because the way he’d zeroed in on the movie and the popcorn, and not you, was unheard of on such invitations. You deduce he probably heard it somewhere, and, now understanding the true nature of Jungkook’s sweet and shy personality, made no such perverted connection to the phrase.

Which meant he most definitely did not demean you to a mere booty call, like you’d deluded yourself into believing, someone he could hump and dump with no regrets, before calling Namjoon up to thank him. Which meant he’d had no ulterior motives in meeting you tonight, just planning to get to know you at the suggestion of his friend, and had—unbeknownst to him—successfully wooed you thus far.

Which was great! If you turned a blind eye to the evil, conniving plans you’d made without even meeting the guy, and the subsequent flood of self-inflicted disapproval when you realized Jeon Jungkook was a sweetheart who definitely did not deserve having a glass of wine thrown at his face after making you a home cooked meal and giving you the full Olive Garden experience, with his dimmed lights and candlelit dinner and piano music on the background.

Yeah. Perfectly fine.

The only problem now was that you had become so dangerously smitten with the man that you wanted to sleep with him. You wanted that Netflix and chill, needed it like it was the last slot in a daycare class and you were a soccer mom of five wanting to get at least one kid out of the house for the summer for the sake of her own sanity. You were desperate.

No, you scold yourself. This was fine, this was good, this was perfectly okay. If anything, this just further made you enamored with Jungkook, because it proved how gentlemanly he was by not trying to sleep with you on the first date.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to, the devil on your shoulder crooned.

The microwave in the kitchen stops, and you hear the sound of cabinets opening as Jungkook pours the popcorn into a bowl. On screen, the main character is meeting a bunch of giant cars-turned-robots, you don’t fucking know.

But the devil was right.

Jungkook hadn’t offered to sleep with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Furthermore, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be seduced into wanting to, your evil brain suggested, and the hope that had slithered it’s way into your chest from the very moment Jungkook had opened the door, took that fact and ran with it.

“What’d I miss?” Jungkook says when he returns, popcorn bowl in hand.

“Oh, um, he was with the car,” you offer, trying to stop the nefarious smirk from slipping onto your features. Jungkook laughs, cute and airy as he shuffles past you.

He’s too absorbed in the screen, not looking as he sits down, closer than last time until his thigh brushes yours and he jerks back in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” he flounders, goes to move away but you act fast.

You grab onto his upper arm with both of yours like an octopus, keeping him flush to you as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. “No, it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, loosening your hold as he tentatively relaxes beside you. You glance down at the popcorn bowl in his hand, swiping a piece to pop between your lips. “It’s easier for us this way,” you say, and you’re pulling that straight out of your ass, because you hate popcorn and have literally zero desire for it and wouldn’t have reached for it anyway if you weren’t trying to convince him this was all for popcorn sharing purposes.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicker down to where you’re munching on that popcorn, your lips, before he’s quickly averting his gaze. “Ah, y-yeah,” he agrees, and though he tries to relax back into the couch, you can still feel the tension of his muscles as he settles beside you.

With his eyes no longer trained on you, you snuggle closer into his side resting your cheek against the soft material covering his shoulder, finally letting that devious smirk slip onto your face. You keep yourself close to Jungkook, loving the way his warmth permeates the thick sweater he’s wearing, even if he’s still overly into the movie. You know he’s seen it before, because he keeps telling you random tidbits like, “they use this in the next movie!” Or “he ends up becoming really important in the sixth movie,” and you want to listen to this endearing nerd’s commentary, you really do, but once your brain is stuck on horny, it is stuck on horny.

He doesn’t even eat a lot of popcorn, setting it down not ten minutes later onto the coffee table. You release him as he moves forward, but quickly latch onto him again when he sits back down.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook is way more relaxed then, shrugging you off to rest his hand on the couch behind you, and you inwardly squeal at the prospect of getting to cuddle up to his body, and not just his arm. You cuddle in close to him, leaving your slippers on the ground as you tuck your legs up onto the couch cushions.

Jungkook is so warm and firm, and you know it’s your horny brain speaking, but you swear you feel a tight set of abs underneath the palm you rest on his stomach, and you give an experimental brush over the area. His heart picks up, you hear it by where your head is leaning against his chest, and you tilt your head up to give him a curious glance. His cheeks are red, and he doesn’t look at you even though you know he sees you, so you decide to kick things up a notch.

You sigh loudly, peeling yourself away from him to properly level him with a pout. “Jungkook, aren’t you hot in this?” You ask, pinching the wooly material between two fingers and pulling it from his skin. Jungkook finally looks away from the screen, nibbling his lower lip as he takes in your quizzical expression.

“Um, only a little… but it’s fine!” He rushes to say, and you recall from your conversations over dinner that Jungkook doesn’t much like people fussing over him, so you quickly change gears.

You press a hand against your cheek, the same one that had been resting against his shoulder earlier. “Oh, well… it’s really itchy,” you announce, and his eyes widen, one hand absentmindedly reaching to clutch the material at his chest. “It’s making me really itchy,” you emphasize, and part of you feels bad for taking advantage of his caring nature, but this is all for the greater good, you convince yourself. “Do you mind taking it off?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he agrees, reaching for the hem of his sweater before carefully peeling it off. When he pulls it over his head, you can’t help the triumphant grin that overtakes your face, though you quickly mask it when he finally frees himself from the material. “Better?” He says once he’s clad in only a plain black shirt.

“Mm, much,” you sigh, and nearly soak your panties then and there when a tattooed sleeve comes into view. “Woah!” You exclaim, snatching his wrists up to examine his skin. “What’s this?” You marvel, tracing every inch of delicious skin with your predatory gaze. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and you glance up to watch as he rubs the back of his neck in that same embarrassed way he’d done multiple times throughout your night together.

“My tattoos,” he says, and then seems to realize the simplicity of his statement and rushes to add to it, “I hope you don’t mind?”

You hum, shifting onto your knees to face him as you continue tracing over a huge tiger lily by his forearm. “Why would I? It’s your body,” you say, and watch the nervous glance melt off his face as he regards you with something new. Something akin to wonder as he lets you trace over more of his ink, nodding along to your words.

“Yeah… yeah!” He agrees, and you grin at his sudden zeal. He chuckles, physically relaxing beneath your touch, and it’s probably the most relaxed he’s been all night as you continue rubbing your hands over every tattoo on his skin, and then purposefully focusing on the ones near his bicep. “Sorry, ‘m just used to people pushing off their own opinions about them onto me,” he explains, and for a moment, the horniness that had been fueling you all night fades away, and you let your hands trail down, past his wrist, until you’re sandwiching his hand between yours.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks,” you tell him, eyes hard as you imagine anyone imposing their stupid thoughts on Jungkook, who was too good for this world. “If you think they’re cool, then they're the coolest thing in the world.”

He smiles at you, and you’ve seen this smile about a million times tonight—when you first came in, when you talked about yourself at dinner, when you mentioned this stupid movie—but it has something swelling in your chest. Something too intimate for a first date, so you quickly move to repress it.

Glancing down at his hand in yours, littered with smaller tattoos across his knuckles, your brain whirls into action. Bringing it up between the two of you, you turn his hand over to line your palms up. “Wow, your hands are so big,” you sigh, slowly reverting back to dirty thoughts as you twist yours and Jungkook’s hands this way and that. He snorts, bends the tips of his fingers over yours just to hear you ooooh again.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big,” he agrees, completely ignoring the film playing on the screen, which is a huge win in your eyes considering how deeply he’d been watching it earlier.

Finally, you see an opening and pounce.

“Well, that means something else is pretty big too,” you murmur, chancing a glance up at his face. His face is the perfect definition of composed, and you can tell when exactly he processes your words because those little pink lips part in surprise, red slowly filling the apples of his cheeks. You let go of his palm, letting it slide between your fingers until it falls limp beside him.

Jungkook watches you with wide eyes, as you raise yourself up onto your knees. “Jungkook?” You mumble, giving him no warning before you’re throwing a leg across his lap, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his thighs.

“Y-Yes?” He stutters, brown hair falling away from his face as he stares up at you. You flash him a sweet smile, and you can tell it relaxes him because his fists unclench beside him.

“You’re a really nice boy,” you sigh, and when you’ve scooted your knees a little closer to his ridiculously thin waist, you finally let yourself sit. You find yourself right before his crotch, which he desperately tries to hide as he shifts around, but can’t with you on top of him. You let your hands flutter to rest at his shoulders, and he gulps. “You’re so sweet and cute,” you add, relish in the flush that climbs up to his ears. “But I’m a little sad you invited me over to Netflix and chill, but won’t do just that,” you pout, a finger tangling itself in a soft strand at the back of his head.

“Huh?” He stutters, eyes nearly bulging out when you wiggle around again. “I-I’m sorry?” He huffs, and when you move too close to his crotch, where his jeans are slowly growing more and more strained, he panics and reaches a hand out to steady your waist.

You feign confusion, flashing him another pout as you duck closer until your noses bump against each other. “You know what it means, don’t you, Jungkook?” You inquire, eyes falling dangerously lidded as you swallow up every inch of his appearances.

He stutters, hands moving up and down as if he doesn’t know where to put them anymore. But you know exactly where Jungkook can put those hands, and you waste no time catching his wrists in your hands to guide him towards your hips. “No?” He breathes, fingers flexing against you, and you smile sweetly at him.

“It means,” you purr, shifting forward until you’re flush against where you need him most. You can barely contain the whimper that climbs out of your throat when you finally feel the rough material of his jeans against your panties. “It means you wanna fuck, Jungkook,” you exhale, tossing your head back as your body basks in the slight reprieve, the way Jungkook squirms beneath you aiding greatly in providing that sensation you craved.

“It’s nothing more than an excuse,” you huff, placing a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. At your touch, Jungkook jolts, thighs jumping beneath you and you stifle another groan when the zipper of his jeans prods against your core. “For you to fuck my brains out while some s-stupid movie plays in the background.”

You’re not sure when, but sometime during that last explanation your hands had fully delved into the thick tresses of Jungkook’s hair. You give an experimental tug, and poor Jungkook, so lost in all that you’re telling him, lolls his head back for you easily until the long expanse of his neck is available, soft creamy skin yours for the taking.

You pounce, kissing the skin gently at first, before sprinkling in a handful of nibbles. He’s sensitive, devastatingly so, as he gasps at a particular suck. You suction your lips on the spot below his ear, carefully biting down on the skin as he unravels beneath you. “Will you do it, Jungkookie?” You murmur against the shell of his ear,

He nods eagerly, and his fingers hurt where he’s pressed them deep into your waist, like he’s trying to brand you as his with his mere strength alone. “Y-Yes,” he exhales, hips jerking when you swipe your tongue over the pretty mark you’d left on his perfect skin.

You smother your smirk against his neck, grinding down on him once again. “Yes what?” You tease, and let his strong hands roll you against him afterwards.

“Yes, I-I’ll…” he stumbles, eyes dazed as he watches you through hooded lids. You raise a brow at him, shifting in his lap. It’s enough to kickstart him back up, and he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you just like you want,” he rambles. He surprises you when he begins rutting up against you, so animalistic and uncontrolled, nothing like the sweet Jungkook that had indulged you over dinner. “I’ll make you come, p-promise,” he rasps.

You smirk down at him, hoping he doesn’t see the metaphorical horns sticking out of your head the further he falls into your trap. Before he can say anything else, you surge forward, slotting your mouths together for the first time that night.

It’s no surprise that Jungkook kisses just like he speaks, carefully like he’s afraid one hard press of his lips will ward you off. His lips are smooth, a fact you’d hyper-fixated on all night as he spoke, but before you can ponder on that any further, something hot and wet is prodding at your lower lip.

The gasp you barely manage to contain ends up escaping anyway when Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to the side as his tongue slithers into your mouth. You become obsessed with the way he touches you, every bit the gentlemen he’d been all night, fingers just barely pressing into your cheek like he doesn’t want to mess up your makeup. His other hand, snuggly wrapped around your waist, pulls you tighter against him until your chests are pressed together.

And that tongue. That tongue of his that leaves no room for argument, quickly shutting down any attempts of yours to overtake him. He’s graceful about it too, one nudge enough to convince you he’s got this, he’ll take care of you. You whimper, a sound Jungkook swallows before he’s biting down on your lower lip.

When he pulls away, his lips are red and glossy, and you wonder if yours are too. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, gazing at you like he can’t believe you’re there in front of him.

Before you can say anything else, he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck to brush kisses over your skin. “Let me eat you out,” he begs, but his voice is so silky and smooth that it doesn’t sound so much as a plea as much as it does a suggestion. He licks a stripe up your neck, and you jump in his hold.

It’s at this moment where the sudden realization hits you, the feeling of having the reins yanked out of your hands. You so vividly controlled every aspect of Jungkook just a few moments ago, when you’d had your own mouth on his neck, and carefully coaxed him into some sex.

But it seems Jeon Jungkook isn’t as soft or as pliable as you had dubbed him to be, and if the way he’s begun subtly rolling your hips into his crotch is any sign, he certainly wasn’t the submissive type either. Which leaves you wondering, exactly what type of person was Jungkook in bed?

Well, you had all night to figure that out.

“Hey,” he whines suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts. You glance down at him, registering the bored set of his eyes and the unimpressed quirk of his lips. “Pay attention to me.”

You blink, lips twitching. You can barely muffle the giggle that tears itself from your throat, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as your body shakes at his suddenly childish words. Jungkook chuckles too, as if suddenly realizing how out of place his own statement was. “Sorry,” he smiles, cheeks pleasantly rosy and you can’t even stop yourself from kissing him silly.

Jungkook, bless his heart, let’s you rain down a good three kisses on him before he’s pushing you down on the couch beside him. There’s still a slight gleam in his eyes, but the rest of his face schools itself into a hungry expression as he drinks in your body laid out before him. “Let me eat you out?” He asks again, voice but a soft whisper.

You nod, heart beating loudly in your chest as he shuffles down until he can press a kiss to the tops of your thighs. He hasn’t even done anything that intense yet, but you already feel the muscles in your leg ready to spasm just from his proximity.

He’s mouthing at your skin, nudging your legs apart, and you, usually so confident in your sexuality, can’t find the courage to look at him as he so lovingly carries out his ministrations.

As if sensing your sudden bout of shyness (you! shy! Doyeon was gonna tease you about this for the rest of your life once you recapped this for her), he places a soft kiss just below where the hem of your dress begins, before pulling back and uttering, “this okay?”

You hum in response, face warm from just imagining how good he must look down there, peppering your skin with kisses. Your heart nearly rips itself out of your chest when a strong set of fingers wraps around your wrist suddenly, sliding over and around your hand until he’s tangled them with yours.

At this, you nearly break your neck trying to look at him, only to be met with an amused smile. Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze, and you barely get to appreciate the schoolgirl flood of emotions in your chest, when suddenly his free hand comes out of left field, cupping the back of your knee to push your legs further apart, before gliding across the expanse of your thigh to push your dress up.

If Jungkook holding your hand was enough to make your heart skip a beat, Jungkook pressing a chaste kiss to your panty-clad mound was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. Your leg twitches at the sudden touch, a gasp catching in your throat at the delicate path he kisses over your panties, until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit. “Oh,” you moan, and against your better judgment, your free hand is tangling itself in his silky strands.

Jungkook smirks, what sounds like a tiny chuckle muffled as he continues mouthing along your sex, until your panties are soaked both from your arousal and his saliva. Your little thong stares him in the face, and he groans at the sight, glancing up at you with those wide eyes of his like you’re his entire world. “Can I?”

Jungkook gives your clit one final kiss, before he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you upon the lost contact. Jungkook eats it up, pressing a kiss turned smile against your knee as he tugs your underwear down. It coils up as it goes, until he’s pulling a tightly twisted maroon thong off your ankles, and tossing it off somewhere behind him.

If his mouth felt good through your panties, it feels even better without. You mewl when he brushes his lips over your clit, plush lips working your sensitive bundle of nerves, sly tongue occasionally creeping out to toy with you further. “Jungkook,” you cry out, back arching. He licks and slurps likes he’s a starved man, and you're the first meal he’s ever had. You want to sob from how good it feels, his tongue flicking over your bud like he just can’t get enough.

He pulls away to catch your gaze, doesn’t let it go as he runs a lone finger over your slit, coating the digit in your own arousal, before carefully plunging it into your warm, wet heat. “Is this good?” He rasps out, watching your facial expressions carefully as he wiggles his finger deeper into your core, his other hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still. You moan, feeling like a boneless heap of organs beneath this insanely handsome man who can’t keep his hands off your quivering pussy.

His fingers don’t let up, slowly pulling out before plunging back in. The room fills with disgustingly wet sounds, but that fact drifts to the back of your head the faster his fingers go. Your eyes roll into your head, your body twitching with each press of his fingers.

“Is it good, pretty?” He repeats, and since you’re not looking at him anymore, the sudden lick against your clit has your back arching and your thighs quivering with surprise. “Tell me it’s good, ___,” Jungkook croons, and you nod in a hurry.

“It’s good!” You cry, moaning loudly when he slips another finger into you, scissoring the two inside of you. “It’s so good, Jungkook—y-you’re so good,” you moan, and nearly cry actual tears when he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing down against the most sensitive spot within you.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, continues licking and slurping against your sensitive bud, even when your orgasm hits and you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let you go until he feels the warmth coat his fingers, feels the wetness begging to seep out of your plugged pussy. He lets you go then, only to move closer to your hole and replace his fingers with his mouth. There, he carefully catches and collects the cum that trickles out, mouth warm against your trembling body.

Your body quivers with each long drag of his tongue over your sensitive cunt, and you’re about to ask him to stop, when he finally pulls away and pushes himself over you, arms caging you in as he stares down at your withered form. “Kiss,” you manage to gasp out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question. “Kiss me,” you repeat, and then, thoughtfully, “please.”

Jungkook complies, leans down to connect your mouths in a sweet kiss. You’re blinded by the delicacy of it all, that you in no way see coming the sudden substance that slides down your throat from his own. You choke at the sudden intrusion, belatedly realizing it’s your cum he’s pushing down your throat, the cum he didn’t swallow.

“That’s it, pretty,” Jungkook croons, licking up the residual come that hadn’t made it into your mouth. “See how you taste for me. Isn’t it sweet?” He murmurs, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he regretted not saving any for himself. It’s the first time you’ve had your own pleasure in your mouth, so you’re not exactly sure how to feel. What you do feel is the overwhelming surge of arousal at seeing Jungkook rave about it and lap it up inside your own mouth.

He kisses you for a few moments, mouth moving languidly along yours. One hand reaches down to rub soothingly at your inner thigh, like he’s coaxing the feeling back into your body after lulling you into one of the most heavenly orgasms of your entire life. You whimper when he bites down on your lower lip, like you’re still too sensitive to reciprocate, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He lets you go, licks over where he’d bitten like an apology.

After a few minutes of just this, of feeling like the most cherished girl in the entire world, Jungkook finally pulls away and levels you with a dashing smile. “All good?” He asks, hands still trailing up your waist until they’re framing the swell of your breasts, where he gently circles your nipple.

You nod, dazedly staring up at him and it’s at this exact moment that you realize there’s something stiff poking at your hip. You glance down, and Jungkook glances down with you, until you’re both staring at the hard on he’s hiding beneath his jeans. Jungkook chuckles, low and dark by your ear as he experimentally presses it against you.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand is untangling itself from around his shoulders and slithering down his front. You cup his erection, his shaky exhale giving you the courage to toy with his belt buckle until it’s undone and you're battling with the button on his jeans instead. You put up a good fight, but in the end the angle is too tight for you to properly undo it, and Jungkook brushes your hands away with a soft kiss to your lips.

He pushes himself off you, and you’re immediately craving the warm press of his body against yours the second he’s gone. “Get that dress off for me, pretty girl,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, rendering you completely speechless as you gawk at his body. Jungkook glances down at you as he goes to undo his pants, a shapely brow raising in your direction and a soft quirk of his lips gesturing for you to do as you’re told.

You spur into action, wiggling the dress up and over your breasts until you’re pulling it over your head and letting it drop beside you on the floor. You’re just in time to see Jungkook push his jeans down his hips, a classic black Calvin Klein underwear band glaring back at you.

The chance to marvel at Jungkook’s thin waist framed by that tight underwear is gone as quickly as it came, and you’re greeted with an even more mouthwatering sight when he pushes the elastic band down, and that big cock you had alluded to springs out of its confines. You groan, subconsciously rolling your hips into the air as you take in the sight of his cock, mushroom tip swollen and flushed. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it, one you only see when Jungkook grasps his dick in his hand and tugs upward like this isn’t his true form, and he can get bigger.

“Ready?” He asks, biting down on his lip as he continues to stroke himself. You nod, wiggling closer to him until the backs of your thighs rest on top of his, knees knocking against his waist. He grants you one more of those kind smiles, before he’s leaning down to press a hand beside your head, the other lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

Running his cock over your folds one last time, collecting as much of your cum as he can, he brushes a kiss against your cheekbone before he’s pushing in. You moan, throwing your hands around his neck as he pierces through the initial ring of muscle surrounding your warm heat. “Holy shit,” you choke, mouth dropped open as you pant like a dog against his shoulder. “J-Jungkook,” you cry, legs tightening around his waist the closer his body presses against yours.

Once he’s at the hilt, pelvis flush against you, you can’t help the series of whines and mewls that escape your lips from being so comfortably filled to the brim.

To your surprise, Jungkook is the first to speak. “Fuck,” he groans, breath hot against your ear. He sounds fucked out, once silky voice raspy with need as he grinds his hips against you tentatively. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He huffs, both hands coming down to wrap around your waist, your back arching under the wonderful hands that find themselves squeezing every inch of your back in an effort to pull you closer.

His mouth brushes against yours from this new position, and Jungkook puckers his lips, tongue coming out to lick at your bottom lip. You nearly cry when he finally pulls his hips away, relieves his cock from your tight heat before surging back in. “Wanted this from the moment you walked in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jungkook grunts, repeats the same motion until he’s picked up a steady pace of pushing and pulling, each roll of his hips sending a shock of ecstasy crawling up your spine.

You nod, eyes screwed shut as pleasure warms every inch of your body. It’s even worse to not see, because every sound and every touch is magnified tenfold, until you’re drowning in sensations. Jungkook’s choked groans, the slide of his hips, they all become too much too quickly and you’re choking back a sob.

“Fuck,” he groans, glancing down at your withered form like an animal as he picks up his pace. His hold on you tightens, never letting your body move away from him and he begins jack hammering in his thrusts, swallowing your cries with his lips. “Had me thinking you were a nice girl,” he huffs, and you wonder if he knows how tightly he’s holding you, how this grip will most likely leave you with fingerprint bruises tomorrow morning. But then again, you don’t care. All you care about is Jungkook’s voice and his body, guiding you toward completion. “But all you wanted was a quick fuck.”

You steel yourself to look at him again, and when your eyes finally open and focus, you’re wishing you hadn’t because Jungkook looks so hot over you. His pretty eyes, the ones that had led you into a false sense of comfort throughout the night and tricked you into believing he would be easy to bend to your every whim, are hard now. “Isn’t that right, doll?” He spits, and you whine when he punctuates this question with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. His balls slap against your ass, and you squirm beneath him as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm build in your core.

“I-I thought—“ you stammer, tone pitched from the way he jostles you with every thrust he gives. “Y-You wanted that,” you weekly defend, canting your hips down in a feeble attempt to progress this along.

He snorts, captures your lips in a rushed kiss where he wastes no time snaking his tongue inside your mouth. His saliva trickles into your mouth, and you whine as he purposefully lets it happen, pulls away just the slightest to pucker his lips and let a thick trail of spit fall straight into your open mouth. Satisfied with his little stunt, he rams his cock against you once more.

“If you wanted a quick fuck,” he says, nearly loses himself in your pussy, “you came to the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

You’re too caught up in the nice drag of his cock against your pussy, the tip of his cock stopping him from ever pulling out completely, that it takes you a second to process his words. “H-Huh?” You choke, teary eyes flickering across his face wildly as if the answer will be right in plain sight.

But all you’re met with is the soft pull of his lips as he flashes you a smirk, pearly white teeth tugging at the pink flesh, as he levels you with a glare of his own. Before you can question him further, he’s letting go of your waist to hike your knees into the crook of his elbows, his pouty lips growing further away as he leans back.

This shift has his cock nudging up, rubbing against the hood of your clit where a bundle of nerves he’d only briefly brushed before sits. You shriek in pleasure, writhing beneath him as the sudden sensation hits you full force. “Jungkook!” You sob, his hips slowing to a grind as he watches your face crumble beneath him.

“You like that?” He murmurs, rutting his hips against you shallowly. The change of pace, the rabid piston of his hips slowing to this, has your body melting into his touch. You barely manage a nod, eyes fluttering open and shut as his hips move sensually against you.

His cock brushes against that sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, and you’re a mewling, puddle of emotion by the third thrust. “Pretty girl,” he hums, letting go of one leg to place a hand above your mound, thumb circling your clit until you’re trembling beneath him. “Did you think I would fuck you and kick you out?” He husks, watching your body like he’s a lion and you’re his prey.

Your brain is far from comprehending anything at this point, reduced to a mere mass of nothingness as he continues moving against you, fingers rubbing your clit in all the right ways.

“Well, you were wrong about that, doll,” he huffs, and you’re blessed with the sight of his head lolling back as he loses himself in the tight grip of your pussy, skin glistening with sweat, trailing from behind his ear and over his neck, until you’re watching a pearl roll over his collarbones. “I don’t do that,” he informs you, and he pinches your clit between two fingers, hard enough that you almost miss his next words as you moan. “No, baby, I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he spits, and you whimper at his words. Finally, he lets go of your knees, right as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you moan out in protest as he ducks down to cage you between his arms again.

“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse as his hips slowly return to their pace from before. He’s still not pulling out as much, keeping his thrusts shallow as he kisses a trail up your neck and over your jaw.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever want to leave, pretty,” he says, kisses the corner of your mouth as his hips pick up pace. You wanna cry, feeling so warm and cherished in his arms, his voice telling you how good you’re doing as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until you’re begging him for more. “Do you want that?”

“Yes! Yes!” You sob, rolling your hips against his like a madman as you chase your high.

Jungkook hums, smile smushed against your lips as he watches you desperately writhing beneath him. “Yeah? You want that?” You nod, mewls swallowed by his kisses. “Then cum for me, pretty girl.”

You whimper, just as he bucks into you once more, and suddenly you’re falling apart. It starts in your lower back, the ecstasy climbing it’s way through your body until you’re quivering and sobbing in his embrace, muffling your sounds against his shoulder. The muscles in your entire body tighten painfully, until suddenly a wave of contentment washes over you, and you’re too weak to even hold onto him anymore, arms flopping back onto the couch cushions beneath you.

The whole time, Jungkook mutters encouragement against your jaw, keeps his thrusts short but quick, guiding you through your orgasm. When you’re done, he presses an open mouthed kiss beneath your ear, pulling away to look at your boneless frame beneath him.

A few pistons of his hips later, and Jungkook is coming inside of you, cum coating your walls as he hammers his way through his orgasm. He pulls out when he’s done, and you instantly feel your mixed arousal drip out between your thighs.

Woozy from the wine and the two orgasms, you fall asleep soon after.

——

“Good morning,” you murmur, standing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, an area you’d only been able to find after stumbling around the upstairs of the house in confusion.

Jungkook whirls around, wide eyes taking in your appearance. You clutch at the hem of the big t-shirt you’d pulled on, the only article of clothing you saw that was thrown over a chair in a bedroom you didn’t dare snoop around. “Morning,” he exhales, calculating gaze never leaving you as you tiptoe over to him by the counter.

He doesn’t say more, spluttering into action when you peek over his shoulder to see what he’s up to. “What’re you making?” You inquire, and his hands begin fidgeting with the knife.

“Oh, um,” he stutters, and perhaps he’s overly aware of your presence so close beside him, because he suddenly doesn’t remember how he’s supposed to cut an avocado. Cute, you think. “Just, um, toast with avocado spread…”

You hum. After a moment, it seems Jungkook is able to quell his nerves, and he carefully slices the avocado open, spreading its innards across the toast. He hands you the first piece, which you take after masking your own surprise, and soon after he’s turning away from the counter as the two of you eat in silence.

After a few thoughtful munches of bread, you speak. “Thanks for carrying me to bed,” you say, refusing to look at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, almost a little too fast and you barely bite down a grin as he rambles on. “Wasn’t gonna leave you on the couch, especially not when you were so tired after… ah, yeah.”

It’s the reserved way he carries himself that gives you the balls to look at him. His ears are flushed adorably red, like when you were at dinner last night talking about his job, and all you wanna do is pinch his cheeks. “Yeah,” you agree, and then add with an air of faux shyness, “you were really cool last night.”

It’s the little devil in you begging to jump out, curious to see how far you can push Jungkook before he shifts into that suave version of himself from last night, and you would feel bad had the corner of his lips not tilted up in amusement.

He chokes out a laugh, mutters a “yeah?” and you don’t stop yourself when you jump into his arms and kiss that avocado spread right off his lips.

——

On Tuesday afternoon, Kim Namjoon is in the midst of delivering another sermon-like speech on the importance of utilizing your student ID when visiting any of the Starbucks within a two mile radius of your school, when you spot a chestnut head of hair from the corner of your eye.

“Sorry, Joon! My ride's here!” You yelp, shoving your notebook into your bag as you stumble over yourself in your haste to leave.

Namjoon blinks. “Huh? I thought you lived on campus?”

You nod, that giddy feeling starting up in your chest as he comes closer to where you and Namjoon have taken up residence on a table in the commons for your weekly meeting, and by the time he reaches the table Namjoon is still in the midst of questioning you.

“Jungkook,” You say, all dreamily and dazed, and you know this because Doyeon caught you with this same exact look on your face after he dropped you off at the dorms Sunday afternoon.

Namjoon startles. “What the f—“

“Hi,” Jungkook beams, leans down to brush a kiss against your cheek, which only serves to make you even more ditzy and dumb in the face of this handsome man. “Oh, hey, hyung.”

“What’re you doi—“

“All set?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring whatever his beloved senior was saying in favor of taking your bag off your shoulders. You nod, have to swallow a giggle down when he takes your hand in his. “Bye, hyung.”

“Bye, Joon!” You barely remember to throw over your shoulder, too busy wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm to hear Namjoon blabber in shock. 

“Kids these days,” he huffs.

[ part 2 ; hulu & woohoo ]

[oh-for-merlins-sake]

TRICK & TREAT | fw

a/n: okay, so i KNOW we’re not exactly in october yet, but spooky season is my FAVORITE season, and i couldn’t resist. if i could have an interminable spooky season every year, my heart would sing tbh. also, side note: thank you to those who have interacted with my previous fic, or who have followed me, or who have showed me any ounce of love at all. like, i’m just hear to party and obsess over the weasley twins in the midst of all of these stellar writers. i just hope to be up to par with them someday. CHEERS! xo

pairing: fred weasley x reader (fem!reader)

word count: 3k

warnings: swearing (fred’s a potty mouth, yeah?), gets a little steamy at the end but nothing heart-stopping.

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You looked up from your dreadfully long piece of parchment in the library to gaze longingly out of a nearby window. The leaves were finally an amalgamation of bright reds and oranges, and you could almost feel the autumn breeze on your fingertips. Fall was your favorite season, and not just cause it hosted your favorite holiday.

This year, however, Snape decided that he was in no such mood for the Halloween spirit. As a result, an exceptionally long essay on potion making was due bright and early Monday morning, despite the holiday falling on Saturday — today.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times to keep yourself awake, then resumed frantically scribbling on your parchment.

“And how long have you been at this, may I ask?”

You didn’t have to divert your gaze from the parchment to know exactly who was striding toward your table.

“In the middle of something, Freddie,” you mumbled.

“What, that dreadful essay for Snape?” He asked, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Yes,” you sighed, twirling your quill between your aching fingers.

“Oh, come off it — don’t let Snape ruin your Halloween. Put the quill down, and let’s get going,” he insisted, reaching for your quill.

You retracted your hand, raising your brows at him in response. “As if! I can’t fuck around, Fred. This is N.E.W.T. level Potions. He’ll toss me if I hand in anything less than exemplary.”

“The way I see it, Y/N,” he began, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the table, “The only reason Snape assigned this essay this weekend is because he’s a proper miserable prat. Just wants to ruin the fun for everyone, I reckon.”

You rolled your eyes, partially at Fred’s persistence, but also at Snape’s total arrogance.

“I propose that you put the quill down and come to the festival! C’mon, assigning an essay on Halloween weekend? Bloody mad, he is!”

You sighed again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and weighing your options.

On the one hand, you needed to do well on this essay (not that you hadn’t been doing well in Snape’s class, but given that it was Snape, one minor error could be one too many).

But on the other hand, you’d probably plucked and polished as much cluttered information from your brain as you could; and there Fred sat, beckoning you with that cheeky grin and those sweet, brown eyes to go to the Hallowe’en Festival in Hogsmeade.

“I don’t have a costume,” you said with a frown.

“Not to worry, love!”

Fred lugged his book bag onto the table with a mischievous grin, rummaging around inside and extracting various crumpled pieces of parchment, empty sweet wrappers, and the occasional contraption. Finally, he chucked a muggle entertainment magazine onto the table that was dated 1989 and began flipping through its pages.

“Dad’s latest obsession are these muggle magazines, and I found this in one of them...”

He eagerly pointed to a spread that celebrated the 50th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz. You let out a rather loud laugh (to which Madam Pince responded by shushing you both).

“What?” He whispered, giggling and playfully shoving your arm.

“You want to go as characters from The Wizard of Oz?” You shook your head, smiling sweetly.

“So you’re familiar?” He beamed at you.

“Yes, Fred, as a muggle born, I’m quite familiar with one of the most famous muggle movies of all time,” you teased.

“So you’ll go as her then?” He asked, pointing to Dorothy.

“Me? Go as her?” You asked incredulously. “I don’t have anything that would work for that costume. And I’m not so sure that anyone would recognize me without — ”

“The rest of them? Don’t worry, love, thought of that too!”

“You just think of everything, don’t you?” You quipped, narrowing your eyes.

“You’re a fucking witch, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll conjure something up,” he reminded.

You opened your mouth to counter, but he swiftly interrupted, "And if you’re concerned with anyone recognizing you, well... you’re looking at none other than Scarecrow himself.” He straightened up and tugged at his collar, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed again. (“Shh!”)

Fred lowered his voice, “Listen, Georgie’s gonna be the Tin Man, and Gin’s borrowing Luna’s lion’s head for the other one,” he explained. “All we’re missing is Dorothy.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, returning to your parchment with a smirk, “You just need me to complete your costume, ay?”

Suddenly, Fred plucked his wand to summon your quill from your hand to his.

“Come to the Hallowe’en festival with me, Y/N,” he insisted, tossing your dainty quill from one immense hand to the other.

You paused, glaring at him, for he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

“Fine!”

Fred punched the air in celebration before tucking your quill behind his ear and moseying out of the library.

“You’ve got two hours, Y/L/N,” he called over his shoulder.

The instant he turned the corner, you stuffed your parchment into your bag and scampered towards your dormitory. Butterflies erupted in the pits of your stomach as you pondered the possibilities of the night to come, and you felt a slow burning warmth trickle from your cheeks to the tips of your toes.

Yes, you were relieved to elude Snape’s brutal homework for the night, but deeper within you resided the covert, overwhelming desire that drove your final decision to go. After a wearisome couple of hours brimful of several twirls in front of the mirror, you ultimately decided your haphazard costume would have to do.

You’d managed to procure a white dress and pair of heels from your wardrobe, enchanting the former to mock the pattern of Dorothy’s dress and the latter to radiate a shimmering ruby red. You straightened out the hem of your dress before skipping out into the entrance hall in search of Fred.

You weaved between clusters of costumed students, noting several muggle characters along the way, including an Ariel, a Marty McFly, and even a Ghostbuster. You spotted a straw-hat poking out from above the crowd and rushed over.

“Well, good evening, Mr. Scarecrow!” You exclaimed, tapping his shoulder.

He spun around. “Bloody hell, it’s Dorothy!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his costume, particularly the bright orange dot carefully painted on the tip of his nose. You appreciated the fact that faux freckles weren’t necessary for his costume, as his sweet speckles did the trick just fine. You were also fairly amused by George’s dingy, silver hat and Ginny’s small head being consumed by Luna’s lion contraption.

“Putting Dorothy to shame, I reckon,” Fred declared, winking down at you.

You were embarrassed at how quickly your cheeks turned color at the compliment.

The four of you nearly sprinted to Hogsmeade, bubbling over with excitement. All of Hogwarts had been feverishly babbling about the Hallowe’en Festival for weeks now, mostly because it served as an excuse to flee Umbridge’s reign of terror. When the announcement came that the shopkeepers of Hogsmeade would be hosting a festival for the students, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief that there was something outside of these walls that would provide a sense of warmth and security that had been missing as of late. It was refreshing, to say the least.

And hell, if it gave you an excuse to spend time with Fred, you surely weren’t complaining.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed, vigorously rocking you back and forth, “Bobbing for apples!”

You giggled and bounced along as he tugged you by the hand toward the festivities. George and Ginny followed suit, trailing behind with just enough space behind you and Fred.

Without hesitation, Fred sunk his head into a bucket of water in search of an apple and surprisingly succeeded on his first attempt. He resurfaced, teeth clenched around a scarlet apple, and winked at you before spitting it into his palm. You giggled at the orange paint on his nose; now smeared from the charade.

“Your turn,” he urged, taking a hearty bite from his reward.

Though you weren’t as quick at retrieving one as Fred had been, you eventually managed to reap a bright green apple from the pail. You kept the apple nicely snug between your teeth as you shook the water from your face with a laugh. You held the apple in your palm, turning it over in the moonlight, before taking a bite to indulge in its sweet and sour flavors.

Fred gently pushed back the wisps of hair that were now plastered to your forehead. You swallowed your bite and your staggering desire to taste him too.

“Shall we retrieve some sweets from Honeydukes, Freddie?” You blurted.

“‘Course,” He breathed, hand lingering on your forehead.

You quickly tossed the remnants of your apple in a nearby bin before skipping towards Honeydukes.  Fred scampered behind you, laughing at the way you kept balance in your heels.

“Quit laughing at me, Weasley!” You exclaimed, arms shot out on either side of you.

Fred caught up to you and clutched your waist, murmuring, “You can hold me for balance anytime, love.”

Your heart pounded as his fingers tightened their grip before dismissing the feeling with an eye roll and a playful slap to his chest.

The two of you approached Honeydukes, which was festively adorned with strings of misty orange lights and floating jack-o-lanterns. The shopkeeper was tossing free sweets for the taking, and while Fred was able to score some with ease due to his looming height, you had to jump just to try — even in your high heels.

Fred couldn’t help but grin as you grasped at nothing, clinging to his shoulder for balance.

“What are you reaching for, love?” He asked, gently bumping his hip into yours.

“I’m just — ” You hopped again. “Trying — to get — a bloody Sugar Quill!”

Within seconds, Fred effortlessly seized a Sugar Quill and tossed it down to you. You thanked him, beaming up at him as you ripped it open.

He proceeded to catch a few more sweets, including some Chocolate Cauldrons, Pumpkin Pasties, and enough Sugar Quills to tide you over until next Halloween. You both walked aimlessly through Hogsmeade, munching on your sweets and speculating on the whereabouts of the rest of your group. You’d both decided that you’d find them later before plopping down onto a bench to finish off the last of your goodies.

Full of sugar and glee, you almost didn’t notice that Fred’s thigh was in contact with yours — the realization knocking your breath off of its steady course.

You fiddled with a wrapper as you genuinely considered trailing your fingers across his chest and pressing your lips to his under the light of jack-o-lanterns and the smell of cinnamon. You genuinely considered sending him spiraling into oblivion, just as he’d done to you at nearly every interaction. Oh, to make him go weak in the knees for once.

“Fred — ”

Suddenly, a gaggle of first-years scrambled by as Malfoy and his minions hounded them for sweets. You both snapped your heads in their direction, perturbed by the disruption.

“What do you say we put the ‘trick’ in trick-or-treat?” Fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

So close.

After some deliberation of the proper way to exact justice, you and Fred decided to convince some first-years to toss a few Nosebleed Nougats into their bags of sweets. You made certain that they would not touch the Nougats themselves, but that they would instead offer them up to Malfoy when he came hunting for more.

You hurried back over to Fred, who was hiding behind a shop corner, and observed the hysterical events that transpired together. You stifled your laughter as Malfoy yanked the Nougats out of the sack and split them between himself and his mates. The first years scurried away, thankful to have evaded surrendering their sweets, as the prats chewed into their Nougats.

They tossed their wrappers onto the cobblestone and scouted the area for their next victims. They were abruptly interrupted by the blood gushing out of their noses, causing you and Fred to rush into Three Broomsticks in a fit of laughter. You peered out of the window and watched as Malfoy and his mates darted towards the castle, fists pressed against their noses.

“I can’t believe we got away with that,” you admitted breathlessly.

Fred high-fived you, hand squeezing yours, as he tried to catch his breath. He led you to an empty table near the fireplace before wandering off to obtain a couple of warm Butterbeers. You sat down and rubbed your hands together, feeling the cold slowly easing from your fingertips.

“You know what’s always bugged me,” Fred began, sliding your mug across the table and removing his hat.

“Hm?” You hummed, taking a sip.

He sat down and clutched his warm mug. “Why does it have to be trick or treat? Why not both? I mean, everyone loves a good trick, and everyone loves a good treat. I’ve never understood that!”

You laughed, wiping the foam of your drink from your mouth. “You know, Freddie, you make an awfully good point! From now on, you’ll only ever hear me say ‘trick and treat’!”

“Cheers!” He laughed, clinking his mug with yours.

The two of you chatted away in Three Broomsticks for what felt like an eternity. As time passed, folks rolled in and out of the pub, and eventually you found the rest of your party. George and Ginny, along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, joined you for some time before deciding they’d had enough festivities for one evening.

As they gathered their things and emptied their mugs, George turned to the two of you and asked, “You two coming along?”

Suddenly, Ginny grabbed George’s arm, forcefully turning him towards the door as she sang over her shoulder, “Goodnight!”

Fred chuckled, taking a swig from his drink, as you fought to suppress the cursed blush that continuously resurfaced on your burning cheeks.

Time continued ticking away as the two of you resumed conversation. It felt natural to sit with Fred, tossing back Butterbeers, bringing each other to tears from laughter, and poking and prodding at the recesses of your minds; Madam Rosmerta was less fond of it, however.

“I’m sure it’s well past your bedtime, lovebirds — out,” she declared.

The two of you gathered your belongings and giggled as you wandered back out into the streets. You caught a glimpse of the time and exclaimed, “Blimey, it’s eleven o’clock! We’ll have to sneak back into the castle at this point!”

“I know a way back,” Fred said with a smirk.

He led you by the hand to a secret passageway tucked in an alley where he assured you it was a safe escape to Hogwarts. You had your doubts about the secrecy of this tunnel, feeling uneasy at the thought of Filch ensnaring you after-hours; but Fred insisted. And if it meant prolonging your evening with Fred, then you had no choice but to follow.

As you crept down the tunnel towards Hogwarts by the guiding light of Fred’s wand, you gently bumped into his side, conspicuously brushing your hand against his. You normally wouldn’t feel so bold, but after the sheer volume of Butterbeer that you’d consumed, you felt particularly daring at the moment.

Fred grinned down at you and gently bumped you back. You stumbled a bit in a fit of giggles that Fred echoed as he snagged your hand in his.

“Easy there, Y/L/N, don’t want you tumbling down the tunnel!”

You took advantage of the opportunity to boldly intertwine your fingers with his. You rested your head on his arm and mumbled, “I’m tired, Freddie...”

“We’re almost there,” he said, fighting a grin and squeezing your hand.

The two of you continued walking for quite some time like this. The remainder of the walk was mostly silent — not because neither of you had anything to say, but mostly because you each had so much to say and ruminated on exactly how to say those things.

Your thoughts raced through your addled brain a million miles a minute, and as you approached the Hogwarts corridor, you cursed yourself for not saying something sooner.

“You fall asleep over there?” Fred chuckled, nudging your head softly with his arm.

You peered up at him lovingly before straightening up to face him. With your fingers still tightly wound around his, you whispered, “Freddie...”

“Y/N,” he playfully whispered back.

You giggled.

“That was a good trick we played earlier, don’t you think?” You asked, taking a step closer.

“One of my finest yet,” he replied, struggling to form full sentences given your proximity.

“And you know what they say...” You said.

“What do they say, Y/N?” He teased, using his free hand to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Trick and treat... so how’s about a treat?”

Suddenly, you closed the space between the two of you and locked your lips with his. Your lips moved slowly together, almost in shock that this was actually happening. He released your hand in order to use both of his to hold the back of your head, and you stood on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

When your lips parted, you almost whined at the separation.

“That was the best treat yet,” he said with a wink, running his hands down your waist and giving you a squeeze.

You bit your lip and led him down a quiet hallway. “I know I’m supposed to say something like, ‘There’s no place like home,’ but honestly...” you trailed off, stopping in front of a vacant classroom. “I’d much rather be in here.”

Fred’s eyes widened with hunger as you backed him into the classroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

Fred lifted you onto a nearby desk and sighed, “I love Halloween.”

[cuddlesslut]

Live my Life Ch.1

Kuroo x fem reader

Summary: sometimes life is full of making the wrong choices and not knowing till it’s to late.

A/N: this is chapter one of my new story. I’m still writing the Home series I must really wanted to start this story as well. I hope you guys like this one.

Warning: Angst, Smut, Drunk Sex, Underage drinking, toxic behavior

You found yourself sitting in this dingy bar nursing a drink you weren’t supposed to have. This had become part of your routine. It all started about three weeks ago. Your friend Kana, or well you suppose she could be called a friend she was more of a friend of a friend. She seemed nice enough kind of the free spirit type of girl always into the new big trend, not really what you would describe yourself as, more of what you wanted to be. You weren’t exactly some shy shut in but still your anxieties held you back from charging head first into in life and taking the bull by the horns. That’s why you surprised even yourself when you offered to be Kana’s bar buddy.

Kana is bartender at this whole in the wall bar with dim lighting. It got fairly good business but not enough to warrant more than one bartender at a time. That being the case Kana would often be there by herself well late into the night, the neighborhood wasn’t horrible but it still was unsettling sometimes. So as her bar buddy you would come at some point in her shift and find a free seat at the bar hopefully far enough distance from any other patrons. You’d order some fries or whatever greasy snack food you craved and waited there with her while she worked until she was ready to lock up. It was pretty easy you’d just sit there offering her someone to talk when she was bored or when she need to escape some overbearing customers. She’d make her way over too you and pretend to make you a drink. Although she offered you a drink you usually turn her down for the clear fact that you were underage when it came to drinking. It was perfectly fine for you to sit in the establishment since it also served food but at the age of 18 drinking was still prohibited. Being the laid back girl and bartender she was Kana didn’t care about bending that rule for a friend.

Most nights you’d pull out some school work on your tablet that your carried with you or just read some stories on your phone. Usually trying your best to avoid conversation with the regulars. That didn’t work as well as you hoped and soon enough you were quickly learning all of the local gossip and being included in the group known as the regulars. Which is what you were since you found yourself here four nights out of you week. You didn’t mind spending so much of your time here with Kana it was kind of nice to stray from your comfort zone plus you and Kana were steadily getting closer as friends too. Everything was smooth sailing until you met him.

It was a usual Thursday night you got dressed in your causal but sleek outfit. Wearing a comfortable pair of Jeans that hugged your body nicely not too tight but still showed your curves. You paired it with a black blouse and black ankle boots. You freshened up your make up of the day not needing to try to hard seeing as you weren’t going there to impress anyone. In fact you preferred to not draw any attention. Your brushed through your hair finally heading out of your home and too the dingy bar. Things seemed a little off tonight some felt different but still you took your usual seat as you scanned the bar. It was fairly empty only two other customers sitting all the way at the other end of the counter. Kana wasn’t anywhere to be found, she’s probably just grabbing something back you reasoned. And sure enough you could hear a clang in the back of the establishment that was hidden from the public eye. Although it wasn’t Kana that popped around the corner. Instead stood a tall and extremely handsome guy. He was wild black hair that was strewn in a chaotic fashion but it suited him. You could tell by his physique that he was fit , not too overly muscular but when he reached up to put the box he was carrying on the top shelf you could see a peak of a very well defined v line on his tanned skin. This man was the definition of tall, dark ,and handsome. And that wasn’t even mentioning his intense honey eyes that felt like they pierced your soul with just one look. He wore a black pair of fitted jeans and a red button up with strange print on it. You could inspect the odd design more intensely as he approached you with a smirk plastered on his face. Ah they were little black cats that littered his print. The style screamed I’m stylish but quirky.

“Well hello there sweetheart how can I help you?” You could tell he was using his customer service persona. Ah he goes for the smooth talkng flirt, he probably does very well with middle aged woman, you think.

“Um yeah,” you state giving the room one more look “ do you know where Kana is?” You questioned.

His perked at the mention of your friend. You could see him relax a little as he released some tension rolling his shoulders back. “Ahh you must be YN,” he smiled placing his hands on the bar leaning forward. His voice was a notch higher no longer Using his deep Casanova tone, this one was more natural. You eyes widened at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

“Yeah,” you replied hesitant.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsurou,” he presented his hand offering a firm shake to which you awkwardly accepted. “I’m guessing Kana forgot to inform you that id becoming back to work my usual Thursday shift today did she?” He let out a small chuckle.

Damn it Kana you cursed inside your mind. You could have been cozy in bed right now. “Ha nope she did not,” you let out a sigh. “I didn’t realize she was just covering these last few weeks” you respond.

“She just had my Thursday shift Mondays and Wednesdays are still her regular days.” He grinned “she was nice enough to take my shift while I was out with some family stuff.”

“Ahh I see, well I’ll should probably get out of your hair,” you stated starting to slide off the stool.

“Hey wait you came all the way out here let me get you a drink,” he offered.

You froze in your seat for a moment kind of embarrassed. You felt heat creep to your face as you respond “ oh umm I’m not actually old enough I’m only 18,” your eye locked on the surface in front of you.

He let out a chuckle “let me see your ID.”

Your face scrunched in confusion “but-” you start but he cuts you off.

“Shh just hand it over,” he smiles. You raise your eyebrow as you reach into your handbag fishing out your ID and handing it over. He backs upmholding it as though it was valid. “Well look at that! Sure enough you’re 20,” he gives a cheeky smile “so what can I get you to drink?”

You take back your card placing it back safely in your bag a look of shock present on your youthful features. You lean forward whispering “won’t you get in trouble!” Not wanting to have someone risk their job. He lets out a haughty laugh. “My dads the owner so I’m not too worried.” He stated cockily. “So again what are you drinking sweetheart?” Again he flashed that stupid smirk that sent your stomach doing flips.

After two drinks and some idle chit chat in his free time you decided it probably be best if you headed out. He was quick to stop you. “Ahh come on dont leave so soon I was hoping you’d be my bar buddy too,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes at his teasing. It was enough to keep you there though ordering another drink to nurse. It felt nice chatting and casually flirting with this attractive stranger.

This too became part of your routine. You still went to the bar during Kana’s shift to keep her company but you kept going on Thursday and spending you night talking to Kuroo. The both of you spending most of the night getting to know each other. It was just surface things like school, you found out he was two years older than you going to a university near by studying chemical engineering,and your taste in music which was something you had a lot in common. The conversation focused mainly on you. He always directed the flow of the conversation he was so out going and smooth, always asking questions about your day liked hearing about your day as if being a 3rd year in high school was the most exciting thing. You’d sit there for hours with him trying new drinks sometimes finding yourself leaving the bar at three am as if you didn’t have class in four hours. But you didn’t care it was exhilarating this was the most rebellious thing you had ever done. The flirting was harmless never going to far. And although you wouldn’t admit you were getting a crush on the raven haired bartender.

It was just another Wednesday night but today something inside of you told you to dress up more than you’d usually go for. Tonight you wore a simple black dress with a deep neckline that really showed your figure without being to flashy. Your period had recently finished so knowing you were securely dried up you decided to go for a pair of your fancy red lace panties and a matching bra that always boosted your confidence. Not that anyone would be seeing them. You checked yourself one last time before heading out to the bar and damn did you look hot.

When you entered the bar you were surprised to it was rather busy with customers all over the place, luckily you find a seat at the bar. You noticed that Kenma was also behind the bar. Kenma was the other bartender that worked the shifts opposite of Kana and Kuroo. He was also Kuroo’s best friend. You’ve only met him a couple times when he’d come to the bar to see Kuroo while he was on shift. It must be really busy if they called him in to work the bar with Kana.

Kana gave a sigh of relief and smiled as she saw you sitting at the bar. “Oh my god girl hey,” smiled “do you see how hectic it is?” She laughed. She took a moment to fully look you over her eyes wide.

“Damn girl you look fucking hot!” You felt some pride grow in you hearing your friend complement you. She always looked amazing so hearing that she thought you looked great felt like high praise.

“You want a drink babe?” She asked although it was more a of statement as she was already whipping together a drink before you were finished nodding. She handed you a strong yet sweet drink before she was whisked away by some needy patrons.

You sipped on your drink watching Kana handle the crowd. You and Kenmas eyes would lock every now and then but it’s very short and awkward. You don’t know him very well. Part of your anxieties had you convinced he didn’t like you. But you tried not to read into it to much. Kuroo had told you once that it was just that he wasn’t much of a people person only working at the bar as a favor to Kuroo and his father. You sit there silently observing the world around you not noticing someone taking the seat next to you.

“Boo,” a husky voiced whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. Kuroo cackled as you jumped turning around clutching your chest.

“What the hell Kuroo!” You gasped trying to steady your breathing. “They call you in too?” You ask referring to the booming business you sat in.

“Nah it’s my day off and I wanted to come have a drink and bug Kenma,” he rose his hand singling said man for a drink. “But looks like I lucked out now I get to bother you all night,” he smirked.

“Oh really and who said I want to have you around I deal with you enough on Thursdays,” you smiled back with a sly look.

He feigned a look of hurt. “Ouch YN you wound me, I thought we were friends,” giving you look that definitely didn’t come off as just friendly. You just roll your eyes trying to hide your intrigue. “Well it seems I need to prove my friendship to you let me by you a drink.” He rested his hand on yours as he signaled for a refill on your drink.

You should have seen it coming but you acted surprised when after several drinks and a couple rounds of shots you found yourself in the back seat of his car. Your red panties tossed to the side somewhere in the vehicle. You were laying back as he dove under the hem your dress. Kuroo looked up to your face his lips barley an inch away from your heat. He had a devious look on his face as he watched your face flush with need. Your lips were swollen from the heated make out sessions you had outside the bar. He quirked his eyebrow teasingly his heavy breath tickling you. He was waiting. It was almost tortuous but you knew what he wanted.

You pouted your chest rising and falling from your hard breathing. “Please!” You begged. He smiled content with hearing your pleas before diving into you his tongue lapping at your wet folds. Your head fell back in pleasure as he ate you out like a man starved. Your moans filled the car as he worked his skilled tongue in and out of you. He could feel how close you were as he felt you clench around his fingers as he worked you loose. Relief flooded your body as you came on his face. Lust still flooding you as you watched him lick up all your juices. He moved up your body sealing your lips into a searing kiss you could taste your essence on his lips.

Your hands reached down his body grabbing at his bulge. He let out a groan in your ear before picking you up and placing you on his lap. He attacked you neck nippping and sucking harsh purple marks into your skin. He pulled the collar of your dress down pulling your breast out . Moving your bra down he latched his lips around your swollen nipple rolling it between his teeth. You let out a pained moan as you rolled you hips into his lap. He finally hit limit. He lifted you up as he pulled his pants and boxers down before lining his achingly hard length with your wet cunt before pulling you down on it. Both of your groans filled the space as you felt him fill you whole. You hid your face in his neck as you panted while he let you adjust to the intrusion. You could feel his hands roaming your ass pushing the skirt of your dress up. A sudden smack came to your ass. You let out a hiss. He rubbed the mark he left on your soft skin.

“Go ahead sweetheart ride my cock,” he demanded. His dirty words sent shivers over body. You did just as he said starting to move your hips up and down rotating on his dick as it reached deep inside of you. Your body was already on edge from your earlier release so it took no time to have you clenching tightly around him you next orgasm fastly approaching.

“Fuck you’re so god damn tight,” he groaned. Lust took over as he grabbed your hips holding you still as he drilled up into your pliant body. Your moans egged him on as he chased both of your climaxes. He loved the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him. Feeling you milk his cock drained him of his will and of his semen as he came deep into you.

You both sat there for a moment both coming down from your highs. Bodies worn from the intense session you had just had. He groaned throughing his head back, “fuck I didn’t wear a condom,” he cursed.

“I’m on birth control” you breathed moving off his lap. You searched for your panties sliding them on quickly trying to contain the mess between your legs.

“Good, that’s good,” he breathed a sigh of relief he looked around both of you. It seemed no one notice dyour little drunken romp in the parking lot. There was a slight awkward pause neither knowing what to say.

“Well that was great,” he offered, “uhh do you need a ride home?” He questioned.

You shook your head, “no I’ll just grab a quick Uber home,” you respond pulling your phone out to do just that.

He nodded seeming to like that idea not wanting you to walk home. “I’ll probably head back in and sober up a little before heading home. I definitely can’t drive right now. I’m not even sure my legs will get me back inside,” he laughed. You giggled as well. A chime rang from your phone, your ride would be pulling up soon.

“Hey give me your number and message me when you get phone safe.” He said taking the phone to send a message to himself successfully trading numbers. He gave you one more deep kiss before you left to catch your Uber.

That night your body passed out exhausted. You knew you were going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning when you have to wake up for class.

And damn was your body sore. Your head was ponding from all the alcohol and the rest was sore from the wild sex you had. Still you woke up bright and early making sure to shower off any evidence from your delinquent activities. You made sure to take some Advil before leaving for school opting to skip breakfast since your stomach was still unstable from the liquor. Your morning classes were relatively easy not but extremely boring. You found yourself daydreaming through most of your history class thinking back to your night with Kuroo. Little fantasys of dates, and more long talks at the bar, even some naughty ideas popped into your head. It was almost like you willed him into existence because not two seconds later your phone vibrated. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his name pop up in your notifications. You laughed at the way he saved his number last night. Oh my god he texted me you thought you were so giddy. That was until you read the messages.

Kuroo 🥵: Hey YN.

Kuroo 🥵: Last night was a Mistake. Look I have a girlfriend and I love her so I think it’s best we pretend last night never happened. Sorry.

Ouch. That hurt.

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What true love feels like - part 1 | Tom Felton imagine

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for...my very first TOM FELTON imagine. (Just kidding, I was probably the only one waiting lol).

Word count: 2129

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This is going to be a mini series. I really hope you’ll like it. Section written in italic is a flashback.

When I was a little kid, I loved going to weddings. God knows how many times I was asked to be a flower girl or a bridesmaid. All the decoration, the music, the spirit of true love mesmerized me, and I usually find myself imagining my own wedding. I had it all planned out by the time I met Him. And when proposed to me after five years of dating, I knew my time had come. Everything looked exactly how I wanted it. The huge mansion was covered in white and blush pink decoration. The sweet scent of the innumerable amount of roses filled the whole place. Family members, friends and their dates were chatting and laughing together. The wedding registrar was already preparing by the arch made out of fairy lights. And the always rainy and chilly London woke up to one of the warmest spring mornings today. Even the weather was on my side.

- How are you feeling sweet girl? – my Mum asked me from the armchair, where she had been sitting on ever since the creator of my wedding dress came to the dressing room to help me put on my huge dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the perfectly made ball gown with the delicate waist line, hundreds of tulle layers, and sparkling sleeves. It was my dream dress.

- I’m not sure – I confessed to her – Am I supposed to be nervous?

- Nervous? – She looked at me confused – Honey, you might mistake your feeling with excitement. It’s normal for…

- I’m pretty bloody overwhelmed, Mum – I turned to her – Somehow, I feel like I’m going to make a huge mistake if I walk down that aisle.

For the last couple of months, I was too busy with planning the wedding that I totally forgot to take some time and concentrate on myself and on my feelings. I wanted everything to turn out as I imagined it when I was twenty. And everything was just like that. Except me. I woke up today with a knot in my stomach, no appetite and a very bad feeling. All I could think about was that I’m making a mistake.

- What do you mean? – Mum stood up from the chair and walked over to me so she could held my hand as a sign of support – Y/N?

I looked down at our hands, my eyes glued to the silver bracelet with the single white pearl charm hanging on it. I could still remember how his crystal blue eyes sparkled and how warm his gaze was when he gave it to me. We went to Rochefort-en-Terre for a little getaway. We wanted to be somewhere, where they didn’t know him, so we could be alone together. He saw this bracelet at a local family’s jewellery shop and he swore he just couldn’t not buy it. I had never took it off ever since then.

- I just wonder if he is really the one – I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t dare to look up to my Mum’s eyes. They paid everything for our wedding and never complained because of the expenses – I mean, we’re about to make a hopefully lifelong commitment. I just want to make sure I’m not making a mistake here. What if everything goes downhill after the wedding? What if we slowly fall out of love?

- Than you learn to love each other again – She put a finger under my chin, and forced me to look at her – Darling, you’re still young. Of course you have your doubts about a commitment like this. But here’s something to think about: the one that you truly love, will never make you wonder. There’s a difference in the way you love someone. There is the kind that you will fall in love with and this changes with circumstance and time. And then there is the love that you love with your entire being, it never fades, it’s timeless – she kissed my cheek – I’ll go and get your father. It’s almost time.

She left me there with my thoughts. He was such a great and loving person. Passionate about the things he loved. He was always there for everyone if they needed someone. He made me happy. He made me feel loved and respected. He gave me everything he could. And still, I was standing in the middle of the dressing room, questioning myself. I wanted nothing, but marrying my soulmate. I think the sign of a true soulmate isn’t someone you just want to do the super fun stuff with. A real soulmate is the person who makes any ordinary day fun. Some people make all these huge plans to do with their special someone, forget that. Find someone who you can take grocery shopping and still have a blast with. Find someone who makes you look forward to waking up on Monday. I think I had found it.

- Okay okay, listen – he laughed as he dragged me into the supermarket in the middle of the night. I had a very long day and my upcoming exams were stressing me out, but he wanted to help me relax and have a little bit of fun before I pull an all-night study session – Both of us will have exactly 5 minutes to find the best matches to the tasks. When I count to three, we both run to find the products.

- Babe – I whined and tugged on the sleeve of his sweater which I used as a PJ. We were both in our pyjamas, considering that he literally pulled me out of the bed while I was taking notes for my business law class – It’s almost midnight, and I really need to study.

- Shush – he silenced me with sass in his voice. It actually made me smile. He looked so adorable when he was acting like a kid – 5 minutes. 5 tasks.

- Alright, gimme the details – I rolled my eyes and put my hair up in a messy bun.

- First, go and find my favourite candy. Second, find something very random. Third, find something you think I should really try. Fourth, find something in my favourite colour – he led me to spot where we were about the start from.

- And what’s the fifth task? – I looked up at him.

- Find something which reminds you of our love – he kissed me quickly, but before I could kiss him back, he ran away like he was a cannon ball.

- Hey, cheater – I yelled after him, but my laugh gave me away. I loved that man.

I smiled at the memory. He always knew how to cheer me up, when I was down. But he also knew when he had to give me time and space too. I appreciated how he let me moan to him when I had a bad day, or how supportive he was about my dreams and goals. He never failed to be there for me and help me on my journey.

- Are you ready to go? – I jumped a little by the sound of my Dad. I was too deep in my memories and thoughts, I didn’t realize when he came in. He was standing by the door, my bouquet in his hand. He looked worried.

- What’s wrong? – I asked him. This morning he was fine and happy when we were having breakfast. In fact, he was excited about that he can annoy my brother and sister with the fact that their youngest sibling had gotten married first.

- Your mother told me about your unsureness – he smiled at me lightly. I sighed and sat down on the sofa carefully, not to wrinkle my dress. He sat down next to me and took my small hands in his huge ones – Y/N, if you’re constantly having to wonder where you stand with someone, maybe it’s time to stop standing and start walking.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about – I tried to fool him, but he was my father after all. He knew us better than we knew ourselves, so we could never get away with a silly little prank or if we tried to fake sick so we didn’t have to go to school.

- You think I haven’t noticed anything? – Dad laughed a little – June bug, you’ve been quite distant with him lately. He probably thinks that you were just busy with planning the wedding, but I see what I cannot see anymore. And that’s love. You’ve been looking at him like he was just a body, and not someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. And I want you to know, it’s okay – He squeezed my hand – Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

I had to do the right thing. He might had been right about everything, but the whole situation was more complicated than that. That man really loved me. And he was probably already waiting at the altar, nervously looking around, looking at the entrance of the ball room so catch me there. I could see his smile in front of me. I could see him tearing up when my Dad places my hand in his. That man gave me his heart. I helped him pick up the pieces after his first love left him. He trusted me. I couldn’t break him. And Mum was probably right too. I can learn to love him again.

- I need to call him – I said rather to myself and not my Dad. He gave my hand a final squeezed and left me alone in the room. I was glad he didn’t ask me anything. I paced around the room, my dress flying around me while I was manically searching for my mobile. I was chewing on my lips and my heart was beating way too fast. How could I put myself in this situation? How could I do this to him? They were the longest five rings of the call before he finally picked up.

- Y/N? – His voice was surprised. He probably didn’t know why I was calling Him just right before I had to walk down the aisle to marry him – Are you okay?

No, I wasn’t. I forced myself to not to cry, because I didn’t want to ruin my makeup, but I could feel my eyes burning and my throat tightened. I was choking on my withheld sobs. I loved how his voice was smooth, a tiny bit raspy and manly, but playful at the same time. I could have listened to his voice all day long. Just listening how he told me everything about his day or what new projects he has been working on lately.

- I think we were meant to be, but we did it all wrong – I blurted out and collapsed back to the sofa. I let a single tear run down my cheek and drop on top of my pearl charm on my bracelet. I heard how his breathing fastened in the phone, like he was panicking. I was too. I didn’t know what was right or wrong. I desperately needed him by my side to feel his arms around my body, holding my close to himself. Feeling the warmth of his body calming down my shaking frame. I needed him to kiss into my hair and whisper in my ears that he has me and everything is going to fine – I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don’t…I almost do. And even though I’m unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever.

- Y/N, what happened? – His voice was filled with worry. Knowing him he was already running his fingers through his hair, thinking about if he should come to see me right away or stay exactly where he was – Talk to me! What’s going on?

- I’m so sorry – I whispered into to phone. By this time, I couldn’t hold back my tears. And I didn’t even care anymore – I have to marry him…

- No, no you don’t have to – He was practically yelling. I only heard him yelling once, when he was completely lost in the ocean of feelings, and we were trying to figure out what was going on between us – Y/N, please…

- I love you, Tom – I said as a goodbye and ended the call. And with that, I ended something which I cherished for years. I ended a beautiful love story.

[everybodyscupoftea]

the beginning

frat!jj x reader

words: 1228

warnings: drinking, cursing, nothing out of the ordinary

synopsis: a lesson in balancing your relationship; just a serious amount of fluff, very soft jj

a/n: lots of people liked frat!jj a lot and i have some ideas so i thought i’d start something of a series; not connected to my other frat!jj post

You and JJ met freshman year at orientation. Neither of you were into the excessive school spirit that everyone else in your group seemed to buy into, so the two of you kind of stuck together through the whole thing and picked fun at them all a little bit.

You thought he was really cute and secretly he thought you were too, so when you asked for his number to keep in touch, he was so excited. He gave it to you of course, and you promised to text him before school started to plan something for the first week.

The two of you had majorly opposite schedules, your classes were mostly morning and he had mostly afternoon. But that meant you both had about an hour for lunch every day. On the first day, the two of you met at the Chick-Fil-A on campus which made you feel a lot less like a loser.

Thus, started standing weekly lunch plans on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Your crush only grew as you kept meeting for lunch. His did too and it was pretty obvious, even to you, so you decided to ask him out.

“Hey do you maybe want to get dinner sometime?”

And he looked slightly hopeful but kept his expression guarded. “Dinner like...” he trailed off and it sounded like a question.

“Like I’m asking you out,” you told him.

And he was so down, nodding enthusiastically with the widest smile you’d ever seen.

The two of you went for burgers at a gourmet burger place downtown. Both of you were dressed up a little, JJ wasn’t even wearing a hat for the first time ever. There was zero awkwardness like there usually is on first dates. It was hands down the best date you’d ever been on.

Then you walked around downtown hand in hand. When you got cold, he handed over his sweatshirt like a cliché in a movie, but you really enjoyed that shit and took it happily. From then on, the two of you were pretty much inseparable.

And then JJ decided to rush. He wasn’t sure what you were going to think about it, he knew you weren’t really interested in being part of Greek life, and he was almost scared to bring it up. But you didn’t really give a fuck, you just didn’t want to pay sorority fees and be forced to attend events that maybe weren’t your thing. JJ could make that choice for himself if he really wanted to.

So, he did it, confident that you wouldn’t break up with him over it. In the end, he pledged Sigma Chi. You didn’t really know much about frats or their reputations, so you just shrugged and told him to have fun. You didn’t see him for the whole weekend, he texted you something about initiation and a party.

When he showed up at your dorm, he looked worse for wear. JJ collapsed on your bed and passed the fuck out for ten hours. You got him some food from the dining hall and filled up your water bottle for him when he woke up.

JJ chugged the water, and between bites told you about the insane party they threw for the pledges. Some of the stuff he had to do was sketchy and bordered hazing, so you were glad it was over. Afterward he cuddled with you, discussing some of the events he had to go to and some tasks assigned him, which was nice. It helped you feel in the loop.

Frat stuff took up a lot of JJ’s life, and school was a huge adjustment, so you were worried your time together was going to be cut significantly. JJ always made time for you though, he liked sitting on your bed together doing homework because your desk was always cluttered with textbooks, spare clothes, and snacks. It was a nice time away from thinking about the rest of the shit he was required to do.

You liked bouncing your essay ideas off of him as well as reading him your notes over and over to help you study the information. The two of you also kept up date nights weekly. The night differed every week, but there was always at least one where the two of you went somewhere different to eat and then did something fun.

One of the most memorable was a picnic at a drive-in movie. They were showing Ferris Bueller’s Day Off which he remembered you saying was one of your favorite movies. You did miss a good chunk of the middle of the movie because JJ kissed you, and the boy was practically irresistible.

The frat threw a lot of parties, and you went as JJ’s date to a lot of them, but you didn’t attend every one of them. He sat you down at first and promised he wouldn’t ever get totally drunk without you there and that he’d never cheat on you. You weren’t worried, he’d never so much as looked at another girl since the two of you had become official.

One night you had gone to bed fairly early, having work the next morning. JJ snapchatted you a few times after you went to bed without you knowing, and when you didn’t answer, asked one of his brothers, Pope, to drop him off at your dorm.

You woke up to him knocking ceaselessly at your door. Arms crossed, you glared at him slightly discombobulated from the sudden intrusion of light. He smiled at you dopily and held his arms open, “I missed you,” he slurred.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, dragging him into your room so you could go back to sleep. That wasn’t the last time he’d do something like that, and deep down you liked that he thought of you even when drunk. His brothers always joked about how whipped he was because they consistently had to drop him off at your dorm. Or, if you happened to attend, he always had his arm wrapped around you.

He called you his forever date because he never had to worry about going to an event without one. You attended a kickboxing class together, pumpkin carving, and even a fancy barbecue. The last one was your favorite; it was entertaining watching everyone attempt to stay clean while eating barbecue, and JJ looked amazing in a suit.

When midterms rolled around, you got into a few arguments. JJ felt overwhelmed with all the frat expected out of him as a new member, plus school, plus spending time with you. At one point he told you that if you weren’t so insistent on spending time with him, he’d be much less overwhelmed. You told him that if spending time with you was that much of a burden then he didn’t have to come around anymore and kicked him out of your room.

The silent treatment lasted two days before JJ showed up outside one of your classes, visibly upset, and apologized profusely while telling you that you were more important than some stupid frat. You believed him and let him know that if he needed time away from you to just say so rather than lash out. He promised.

Your relationship wasn’t perfect by far, but JJ was committed to making it the best he could and so were you.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 14

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 14 - Lecture

For most people, it was just like any regular Monday afternoon. The temperature was high and there hadn't been any rain in over a week. A black Audi stopped at the entrance of the school's auditorium and really stood out. In the distance, he saw a big red banner at the entrance of the building: "A warm welcome to Professor Chen XX, appraisal researcher from the Palace Museum, for holding a cultural relic appraisal lecture in our school."

The auditorium had been recently built in the past few years. The entrance hall was very magnificent, with a light blue dome and wall, and the entire wall near the gate was made of glass. From the outside, he could see the crowds of people in the hall. Different from the usual modern style, the overall layout of the hall was more reminiscent of ancient designs. There were two large vases with impressions of a Ming Dynasty maid enjoying spring peaches. The promotional posters were framed by carved wooden windows. It was almost like walking into an antique shop.

The air-conditioning in the hall was turned too high and Lin Yan rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as he stood in the queue, staring at the posters to pass the time.

The professor on the poster looked like an unopened file folder, and even the reflection on his glasses looked like the transparent plastic wrapping paper on the file folder. Lin Yan was stumped, and then suddenly realized why he thought he looked so familiar. This person is the editor-in-chief of "Research on the History of Ming Dynasty Clothing". You could see his headshot when you turn to the first page of the textbook. It was said that he was quite famous in both professional research and folk antique auctions. He had probably seen him in a treasure appraisal program. Lin Yan recalled that he hadn't met him during the internship. Maybe because he had been an irrelevant excavation member.

On the other hand, why would someone ask him to participate in the excavation of a Ming Dynasty tomb?

"There are still 20 minutes before the doors open. Please wait patiently in the queue. Our staff will provide you with an introduction pamphlet for the event and free drinks." A sweet female voice came from the lobby intercom. Not far in front of Lin Yan, a tall boy who had been playing on a PSP with his head down turned his head and smiled wryly. He said to the person behind him: "The girl's voice is so sweet."

What's peculiar is that this person is wearing a modified Hanfu outfit, tailored to fit his body but with wide sleeves. With his pimples on his face and the PSP in his hand, he looked very strange. Lin Yan glanced around the room and was surprised to find that not only the PSP guy was dressed up, but many others had certain ancient style elements in their outfits. One girl even had her hair curled, and the ebony crested hairpiece swaying down by her sideburns.

Lin Yan stared, bored, outside the glass wall, and a familiar figure in a blue cloth robe caught his eye.

It was the little Daoist priest, squatting by the flowerbed not far away, feeding a lazy big yellow cat with some ham in his hand. The yellow cat curled up with a comfortable look, and his chubby figure resembled a large snail with a lot of privilege.

As soon as the little Daoist looked up, he saw Lin Yan beckoning to him. He threw the rest of the ham to the yellow cat in a hurry and ran into the hall with his schoolbag on his back. Lin Yan stepped out of line, and the cold surrounding him moved with him, although it seemed a little reluctant.

"At least A-Yan is a living person. You don't know how long you've been dead." Lin Yan couldn't help muttering. The series of events such as the exorcism and giving him talismans made Xiao Yu disgusted with this little Daoist priest. Every time in the past week that he had called A-Yan to ask about sending away spirits, well, his reaction was clear.

"Come here and wait." Lin Yan greeted the little Daoist priest who had just rushed into the hall. "It wasn't eating well, so I brought some ham for it." A-Yan was still holding half of the red plastic container in his hand. His face suddenly flushed red and he looked at Lin Yan with bright eyes.

His arm was squeezed by a cold hand and it pulled him away from the little Daoist priest. Lin Yan was already uncomfortably cold by the air conditioner, so he frowned and pushed down Xiao Yu's hand.

The lingering cold leaned against him, and abruptly shook against him. Lin Yan thought he must be really angry. When he looked up, he saw a group of students dressed in ancient costumes coming out of the golden gate of the auditorium. Unlike the people wearing the modified Hanfu costumes, these dozen or so people wore put-together Ming Dynasty outfits. Boys wore blue or white cloth with trimmed edges and silk scarves on their heads. Girls wore outer coats with gold and jade pendants and outer sleeves with beautiful embroidery. Some blouses and moonflower skirts were plainer for everyday Ming women, and some of them dressed as graceful ladies with big red sleeves. They each held a plate. There were small disposable paper cups inside, which the staff brought out to distribute.

Something wasn't right with Xiao Yu. His whole body was trembling against Lin Yan. Lin Yan was startled. He tried not to move his lips too much and asked him in a low voice, "Did you remember something?" Xiao Yu didn't answer, but Lin Yan remembered when he saw the ghost on the computer screen for the first time, he was not wearing a high hat at all, it was a futou.

"I'll take over, you guys go on break," a clear voice rang out. Lin Yan was shocked. A familiar figure stood in the staff's team, with short hair set against the various pieces of brocade. While distributing black tea, she turned around and laughed with her acquaintances. No matter how she changed her style, Lin Yan would never mistake that it was Weiwei.

Lin Yan wanted to lower his head and pretend that he hadn't seen her, but Weiwei had obviously noticed him. After a second of pause, Lin Yan called out and walked straight over to the buffet table. The colours of the rice farmer outfit she wore were interlaced and she was wearing very little makeup. There is a small Hetian seed around her neck, which is kind of chunky and stiff, which made a very natural look.

"Long time no see, are you here alone?" Weiwei smiled and handed a cup of black tea to Lin Yan. "Do you want to join us?"

Straightforward people like Weiwei never took embarrassing memories to heart. Lin Yan couldn’t do it. He always felt that he could never be friends with his past love affairs. Since they broke up, he did his best to avoid any situation where he might run into Weiwei, whether it was class reunions or birthdays, he always went with someone else. Of course, there were times he couldn't escape her, such as right now. Lin Yan reluctantly raised his head, forcing a laugh.

"No, no, I came with A-Yan." Lin Yan's face felt very hot, and he hurriedly pulled the little Daoist priest to hide behind.

Probably because of the little Daoist's strange reputation, Weiwei glanced at A-Yan in surprise. She quickly adjusted her expression, took a cup of black tea from the plate and handed it to A-Yan. She also gave Lin Yan two laminated pamphlets. Shee said: "This is the biggest activity of our club this semester. I have been busy preparing for more than two months. I'm losing my hair from how tired I am."

"Sounds great." Lin Yan's answer was a bit awkward.

"I hope you like it." She grinned.

A team of staff members rushed forward as they called her name. When they saw Weiwei and Lin Yan standing face to face without speaking, they began to mock: "Hey, is this the guy you used to go out with?" Shu Shengfu gave Lin Yan a once-over, shifting their gaze from the plaid shirt with good texture to the CK label on the jeans. He said, "You know how to pick the lookers. Such a nice little boy."

Weiwei didn't get angry. She simply turned around and said calmly: "What kind of look? This was the man I almost married. It doesn't matter what kind of person he is, he will marry into someone else's family." Everyone's face changed into realization in the shift of tone, and there was a wave of awkwardness. Shu Shengfu had a grimace on his face, and he pat Lin Yan on the shoulder. "So that's who you are. You had such an amazing girl get away from you. Too bad we don't have time to catch up" The words were addressed to Lin Yan, but his eyes kept staring at Weiwei.

Lin Yan smiled and said faintly: "If you want to know my methods, it'll be 100 yuan per lesson. Although you should look at my state now to see how it turns out."

There was another burst of laughter. Weiwei was a little embarrassed. She glared at Shu Shengfu and turned her face to Lin Yan and said with a straight face: "Don't pay attention to them, they're just fooling around. By the way, you two don't need to line up here. There are a few rows of seats reserved for the staff. We all have to be on duty at the door and can’t go in. It’ll be a pity for them to be empty, and it doesn't look good for the photos. Go sit there.” She pulled out two blue tickets from the bottom of the pamphlet tray, which were similar to those in Lin Yan's hand, except that there was a small yellow VIP logo in the upper right corner.

Lin Yan instinctively wanted to refuse, but when Weiwei said that there was a question-and-answer session in the lecture, she was too nervous to sit in the front row and talk directly with the professor. He clutched the pamphlet hesitantly but eventually accepted the tickets.

"However. . ." Lin Yan thought for a second: "I need three seats, can I?"

Weiwei glanced sharply at the girl behind Lin Yan. Lin Yan shook his head with a strange expression: "No, my friend hasn't come over yet."

Weiwei asked the girl next to her for a ticket, She seemed reluctant to ask, but she whispered: "Lin Yan, are you. . ."

A large group of well-dressed girls swarmed behind him, and the one who took the lead was surprised when she saw Weiwei, gesturing to the handsome guy that was in front of her. Weiwei glanced at Lin Yan helplessly. She wanted to say something, but Lin Yan suddenly interrupted her: "I'll go now if that's alright. My friends are still waiting for me."

A group of people huddled Weiwei and she continued to hand out drinks. She was a very social person. No matter where she went, people always flocked around her. Lin Yan was the opposite. Although Lin Yan was popular, he felt more at ease alone as opposed to being in the crowd every day. Lin Yan handed the three VIP seat tickets to the little Daoist priest, and the two walked along the red carpet to the staff seats together.

The backstage corridor was completely different from the front hall. The western-style decoration was magnificent. The gilded flowers float across the wall. After staring at them for a while, they seemed to jump off the wall. Lin Yan stroked the wallpaper with a finger, unsure of what to feel. He was a little embarrassed, a little nostalgic, he didn't know what expression he should wear. He wasn't sure what to do with himself.

His life shouldn’t be like this. Lin Yan looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He had felt that the world was splitting apart when he and Weiwei broke up half a year ago. In a normal world, he and Weiwei would have been the ideal couple, standing at the door of their home together to welcome their guests. Here, he walked down the corridor alone in a daze, and fell into an abyss behind the main entrance of the lecture hall, falling endlessly to the ground.

The cold fingers touched the back of his hand. He held his wrist a little harder. His thumb slid into the palm of his hand and opened his fist, giving his hand a light squeeze. Lin Yan paused and sighed, his fingers curling back around the other's hand. It was as if holding Xiao Yu's hand was natural. It was cold, firm and slender, like holding a piece of porcelain. Xiao Yu turned around and wrapped Lin Yan's right hand in his palm. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so calm. He thought it was always good for someone to stand by him through the most embarrassing moments, regardless of whether or not that person had been dead for almost 500 years.

[187days]

Day Twenty-Two

My World students turned in rough drafts of Culture Projects at the end of class on Monday, and since we didn’t have classes yesterday because of the community clean-up, I had plenty of time to edit them all and provide some feedback. Almost like i planned it that way, right? 

Heh. 

Today, students started revising their work; final drafts will be due at the end of tomorrow’s class. They’ve chosen really interesting and varied cultures to write about to, too: lots of fandom subcultures, a few ethnic and religious ones, a few related to gender identity... I really like the work they’ve done to explain, and I think I did the best job I’ve ever done teaching citation leading into this because I’m seeing very few errors. So, yay students, and yay me!

In GOV, I started teaching students how to write FRQs. Class was a bit short because we had an assembly beforehand as part of our spirit week festivities, and it ran a little over time (Bobby Petrocelli- a motivational speaker- gave a funny and also serious talk to the whole study body out at the stadium). Also, we chatted about the assembly for a bit, at first, and about how students in the lower three grades haven’t had non-pandemic high school years (yeah, the juniors got about 2/3 of one, but still), and how they’re still learning how to behave at events like that. And in general. Which doesn’t excuse any bad behavior, but sure does explain it. But, anyways, the point is we only had time to tackle concept application questions, so we’ll do the quantitative analysis and SCOTUS comparison questions next class; I’m holding off on the argument essay till a bit later.

Since I’m in the middle of things, I had nothing to grade or plan during my prep time, so I caught up on my emails and then went down to visit Mrs. T. Tomorrow is twin day, so we obviously had to plan. We’re actually going to triplet with Mrs. R because all three of us own this super cute black dress from Old Navy. We have a plan!

[canonloveinterest]

New SI what’s up. He's dungeons and dragons flavored.

Jean (jeen, not zhawn) - male (he/him) - mid to late 20s - rogue (inquisitive subclass) + witch (5e homebrew) multiclass

Half the time: chipper, “perky goth” trope. Caring, empathetic, and patient. Seems sort of shy and quiet but winds up being somewhat chatty once he warms up. Very much a customer service/communications persona.

The other half: bitter, sarcastic, a little prickly. Closes off and becomes hostile. Seems low empathy but really has trouble emoting and performing empathy and compassion when low on spoons.

This attitude slips through sometimes during times of stress or feeling unwell (which is more often than he’d prefer), and can be a little off putting to people who don’t know him all that well.

Wears rather large headphones most of the time, that are connected to his phone via Bluetooth or to his crappy old mp3. He is usually moving around very slightly to whatever he’s listening to. The classic lil goth-punky kid head bop is a constant.

Works a program at the local library which offers art classes on Monday and Wednesday evenings (Monday is for adults/seniors, Wednesday is for youths), as well as what is effectively a guided art therapy program on Sunday morning. Mostly it’s all just supervising and showing people how to use the materials and then letting them off on their own art adventure with vague instructions on how to create with purpose and tap into core emotional reserves. He’s technically just an aide/assistant working under a real professional, but he’s thinking of going to college for it and “really sticking to it this time”.

Dresses kinda corp goth at work - appropriate enough to not draw any scorn from the senior citizens or parents of children attending. He’s more intense on days off, but still much more casual and laid back than... some people.

Jean recently has been living with his grandmother (Nanny, or more often, Nan) at her house after being overwhelmed by family dysfunction led to a very intense and very public nuclear meltdown in the middle of a restaurant. This caused his more immediate family members (parents, aunts, uncles) to “strongly suggest he leave the family home”. Nan takes him in without hesitation, saying that she was “high spirited” at his age too -- a favor which Jean tries to repay by doing as much housework and repairs as she’ll allow him to.

Nan is a witch in the traditional sense (having a familiar, herbalism, divination, sigilism, reading bones) and Jean picks up a decent amount through visiting her in his childhood or hanging around a lot as a teen/adult. (Magic can both be learned through study or be innate; the route one takes in learning and harnessing magic, as well as the mechanics of it, is what sets wizards and witches apart. Ask me about my d&d homebrew google doc.) Nanny also regularly has card nights with her friends, resulting in the very endearing visual of a bunch of cute little old people smoking cigars and drinking around the dinner table.

Somehow, Jean always knows so fucking much dirt on everyone and all the past and present local goings-on. He will lord it over people if they’re the right person looking for the right info. But he purposely lies by omission and obfuscates the truth just enough to preserve anonymity/dignity while still making the person asking happy enough that it doesn’t bite him in the ass. Can often be quoted as saying “I heard this rumor that [...]” or “apparently, [...]”. He never uses any names or specifics in these stories. He’s also in the habit of lowering the volume of his headphones or not listening to anything at all in order to eavesdrop.

Whether this all makes him more or less of a dirtbag is up for interpretation.

Jean takes his gaggle of younger cousins and some of their school friends to Fairyland on their summer vacation, in an attempt to curry favor with the family. (His dad suggested he make a peace offering. His aunt suggested he make himself useful for once by getting the kids out of the house.) He winds up striking conversation with the guy working the control booth of the Hell’s Mouth roller coaster while waiting for the kids, but doesn’t ask for his number or online handles or anything until the guy is off the clock and he can be sure that he’s not being conversational out of employee obligation.

<3

[blushing-starker]

hiii darling!! saw you were a bit desperate for smth sweet and good so!!💗💗

i’ve sent this prompt to jae before, but i still adore the idea of little peter being in daycare and developing a fever! and daddy tony brings him to daddy stephens practice where he works as a family doctor. and so lil peter gets examined by his own daddy and cries in the cutest and most heart aching way when dada gives him an injection to bring down his fever🥺🌡

but tony comforts him of course!

“dada had to do that so you’ll feel better, baby.”

“i’ll see you later today at home, petey. i’ll bring you something yummy from the store, okay? now, go along with papa and cuddle loads with him till i get back home. that’s doctor dada’s orders.” - raf🐇

here you go! The first part while I crank out the second part. I know you read it already but I wanted to at least post it. Thanks for sending me the ask dear! I really appreciate it! 💓

It starts on Monday in the sandbox during recess. Peter doesn't really hang out in the small park right next to the classroom, prefers the cool temperature of the library where Miss Maria often turns a blind eye to his antics involving a screwdriver and the dismantling of any electronic device he and Ned can get their hands on. MJ, just a year older, is halfway sure the librarian purposely leaves old toys on the lowest shelf, but she isn't a snitch and it's, don't tell anyone though, fun to spend time watching the two boys figure out a way to pry open clocks.

His daddies are overjoyed their boy is like them, enamoured by how things work and how they could improve such things with the minimum of resources. In fact, Tony cried while talking over the phone with his mother, eager to tell Maria how her grandson replaced the wheel of a car the daycare was about to throw out in a few days. Peter, ever vigilant, had run to his daddy, afraid he was hurt or sad. He'd thrust the car into Tony's hand to make him feel better and Stephen's absolutely ridiculous husband sobbed harder while nearly suffocating their child in a hug. Maria sent Tony's old engineering kit from when he was a child and their Kleenex ran out the minute Peter wandered over to poke at it.

Stephen shouldn't tease Tony too much. After all, the doctor spent more time bragging about his little boy's intelligence than he did discussing his patients’ conditions. And maybe, just maybe, he sobbed in the bathroom when Ned came for a sleepover and loudly proclaimed his best friend had comforted another classmate when they fell and hurt their knee. Apparently, Peter had sent Ned to warn Miss Wanda while he calmly explained that all they had to do was elevate the area, clean with soap, wrap a Hello Kitty bandaid on the wound, get ice on it and be attentive to any signs of fever.

The whole thing was exactly, word for word, what Stephen had told Peter when his boy tripped on the sidewalk and roughed up a knee. Tony found him sniffling while cleaning out old anatomy books that suspiciously appeared in Pete's bedroom the next day.

They don't talk about it. But now the whole family has a bet on what the young boy's profession will be.

Yes, his daddies are happy he's shown an interest in their fields of study. Yes, they want him to explore and learn and have fun with different subjects. Thing is, they also know how important it is for a child to go outside and play with others. An intake of vitamin D was very good for a growing boy.

(That's bull, they would have gladly given ten thousand toys to Maria Hill for her to leave around the library so the trio could dismantle them. But then Miss Wanda cornered them in the hall and told them that no, Peter also needs a bit of sun and some interactions with people besides Ned, MJ and Shuri, a girl from another group who also liked the library. They begrudgingly agreed.)

So Monday morning after waffles drenched with too much syrup Stephen chooses to ignore are devoured by two sets of grabby hands, Peter’s daddies gently suggest he spend a few minutes playing outside with the others.

Peter pauses, screwdriver in midair and toy car set down on the table with careful movements. There's a little furrow between his brows, so identical to Stephen's that Tony wants to kiss both his boys for being the cutest people in the world. He refrains from doing so because ‘Peter needs to know when we're being serious, Tony, and that means no kisses during serious conversations’.

“Have,” oh no, their boy is chewing his lip, abort mission, abort, “have I been bad, dadas?”

Tony accidentally rams his elbow into his husband's ribs when pouncing on Peter and Stephen is very close to considering divorce. “No! No, baby, you've been good all month. Promise. Daddy and dada just want you to get a bit of sun, play around with the others for a few minutes and then sneak off into the library.”

“ Tony, that isn't what we agreed, oh Christ. “ This elbow jab was on purpose. Stephen stumbles out his chair, muffles the curse words against the kitchen counter while his horrible partner cradles Pete's face and presses kisses all over the boy desperately trying not to stab his daddy with the screwdriver.

“Don't listen to dada, you can spend five minutes out and then visit Miss Hill.”

“ Who? “ That scrunch is back and Tony loves Peter more than anything in the world. Well. No, he loves kissing Peter more than anything in the world. The boy giggles, reciprocates as much as he can until Tony cheats and tickles soft skin under a cotton sweater.

“Miss Maria, Tony. They call her by her first name instead of the last name. I'm getting some ice. Jesus, do you sharpen that thing?”

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He can be a good boy. He's a good boy. Five minutes outside. Peter can be outside while Ned’s in the bathroom and MJ heats up her lunch for the day.

(Ned and Pete had the daycare mac and cheese; their bestie preferred homemade pizza.)

It's not that he dislikes the park; it's a cool park! There are slides and hiding spots and swings and trees for shade and the wheel that they're only allowed to be on if the teacher's controlling the speed. But the library is always slightly cold and full of adventure.

Sometimes they read a Star Wars book series laid on the floor in a circle with blankets and pillows Miss Maria brings them. If the trio feels tired, Shuri invites them over to the movie area her friends have set up with Disney films queued up. When their spirits are higher, electronics prepare to be dismantled.

Still. He can be good. And, besides Flash who doesn't really get along with him, all of Peter's classmates are nice and fun. The only problem is where to spend, Loki!

Peter runs to the sandbox, jumps over the bridge to a slightly odd looking Loki that's waving his hands in a general ‘no, don't run at me, slow down’ motion. He's too excited to not tackle the teenager that helps Miss Wanda during recess by entertaining twenty kids with wild tales full of magic and wonder.

Hands that never warm up that much immediately curl around a small body and there's a weakened chuckle buried in Peter's fluffy hair. “Hello, little puppy. Odd seeing you without your two companions. Odd seeing you at all, really, since that cute nose of yours is always buried in a toy or book.”

Pete smashes his face into a soft shirt, loves how safe Loki makes him feel with his hugs and hair ruffling. He likes Thor, too, although he prefers the younger brother a lot more. Which Stephen says is a bit unfair since the only reason Thor can't hang out with him as much as Loki does is because the blonde trains during recess with Sif and the others in the wrestling team.

Loki can change his voice a lot; a gift very few have, Peter's grandma once mentioned, and even fewer people use it well. Miss Wanda tries to take them to all the school plays so they can cheer on the others and break routine, but the first graders are very adamant on which theatre kid they love most. Thor's brother could paint the air and make even the most boring speech exciting to hear. Peter was obsessed, dragged his daddies to every play Loki was in and pleaded for a picture afterward. Not that he had to ask for long; the youngest of three would often take multiple shots with Peter before anyone else could even come close to him.

You could say Pete was Loki's number one fan. Which meant he knew how to distinguish between Loki's voices. After the face smashing ritual, he peeled away to squint at cheeks too pale and eyes too red. Relatively tiny fists curled around black cloth.

“Are you hurt, Loki?”

“Not at all, sweet puppy. I'm just sick. Thor and I went back home on Saturday and we seem to have caught a cold. Which is why it's probably better you don't stand so close, wouldn't want you getting sick. My parents decided we should stay home, but I left one of my books here, the one about Viking stories, remember, last Friday and came to pick it up. “

He remembers the book, a heavy thing with a leather cover and wolves drawn on pale paper every few pages. The story about Thor dressing up and tricking the giants is Peter's favorite. Imagining his Thor wear a bride's veil tends to make him giggle.

“So I can't have a kiss?” He pouts, peers at Loki through dark eyelashes, even wobbles a pink lip when it looks like he won't get what he wants. It works as soon as tears cloud his eyes. Like daddy, like son.

The teen sighs, leans down to plant a single kiss on Peter's forehead when a classmate nearby falls into the pit, sand goes up Loki's nose and the dark haired boy sneezes all over Peter.

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It takes an hour for him to start sniffling and complain about cotton in his head. Thirty minutes after that, Ned catches him wiping a runny nose with a sleeve. Said sleeve is completely drenched in less than a class’ duration. Miss Wanda calls Tony in to pick his boy up during a midday meeting he couldn't care less about as soon as the teacher says ‘it looks like a cold and he shows symptoms of a fever’.

He probably breaks ten driving laws in the span of fifteen minutes, but that's insignificant when you're friends with Mayor Rogers and your husband fixes up the arm of one Mr Rogers-Buchanan. Tony crashes into the principal's office, deflates with relief when he sees principal Fury teaching Peter how to unscrew a cabinet infamous for being creaky.

“And now I spray a little oil so it doesn't make the weird noises?”

“ That's right, now we take the can, spray just a tiny bit, like I showed you, that's good. Remember to always have a paper towel nearby in case it drips. Those are some very nice pants you have on and I'd hate to see them stained. “ Peter sticks his tongue out, carefully dabs under the oiled up hinge, motions a fond looking Fury to hand him the screwdriver, and gets to work.

Tony leans against the doorway, shushes his friend and Peter's godmother, Nat, when she comes in with coffee for Fury. They stay there, take it all in and realize Pete's growing up. They also realize they might win the bet.

“Ow! Gosh darn it, pinched my finger while getting the cabinet adjusted.” Fury sucks his finger, is probably running through much darker curse words in his head when Peter gently plucks his finger out and presses it against the cold side of a water bottle Miss Wanda most likely gave him to help the fever.

“Ice helps the inflammation, principal Fury. If it doesn't go down, and I don't think it will cuz this is just cold and doesn't have any ice in it, you should eat a snack and take some medicine. “ Tony swears he's never seen Fury more proud or pleased than in that moment.

“Your daddy tell you that, Peter?’

�� Oh no, sir. Daddy can't really, uh, his mind is too busy thinking about building robot bodies to think about human bodies. Don't tell anyone, but grandma says she saw him put butter on his elbow after he knocked it on the door. “

“Really? How old was he? Maybe he was small and didn't know any better.”

“ That was last week, principal Fury. Dada's the one that taught me all about the human body. Daddy couldn't figure out our medicine cabinet with an instructions manual and a Youtube tutorial. “

Tony clears his throat while Fury’s busy howling against the carpeted floor and Natasha cackles on her way to the infirmary.

“Hey, baby. Daddy's here to take you to dada’s.”

[purplesurveys]

1159

survey by -egocentricity-

Describe the last time you...

Went swimming: It was in Nasugbu with Angela, Sofie, and Gab nearly a couple of years ago. We wanted to go to a nearby beach before the semester started, so we planned the trip at the last minute and literally just right after we enrolled for our classes.

Went on a date: It was at BGC at this nice, romantic French restaurant. Then as we headed back to the car we spotted a jazz bar that had a live band performing, so we took a detour there to have drinks and nachos.

Were hurt by someone you love: My mom says a lot of hurtful things all the time I’ve stopped keeping track of them and letting them affect me too much, but I’m sure she’s done it recently.

Did something nice for yourself: I got myself a night lamp to improve the ambience in my room and make it feel even more homey. The lamp I had before it was just something I borrowed from my parents and it had white light, so it didn’t feel the most calming. The one I have right now emits this soft yellow shade that makes me feel infinitely more relaxed.

Did something nice for someone else: I ordered KFC at like 1 AM last Wednesday because I was feeling hungry and there was nothing at home that could meet my cravings, and aside from getting orders for my parents I also got a Zinger for my delivery driver as a way to thank him and lift his spirits for working that late into the night.

Were injured: I always sport some sort of scratch or gash somewhere on my body these days from playing with Cooper. This morning I got a new wound on one of my knuckles since he was pulling on his leash way too hard when I was walking him.

Went to the hospital: I had to take blood and urine tests last May to figure out what was wrong with me since I had been sick for a week by that point. That was also during the peak of the pandemic, so there was a lot of anxiety about me catching Covid. It turned out to be a UTI, and even though that technically sucks the whole family was relieved it wasn’t Covid.

Understood something that previously confused you: I had my dad explain to me how buying and bidding for houses works. Hahaha I am sooooo not equipped to be a fully-functioning adult.

Faked sick to get out of going to class: I don’t think I ever did this. If I had wanted to skip class, I just skipped it.

Hung out with your friends: I went to Perfy’s with 7 friends shortly before it shut down for good as a result of the pandemic. We had some beer and bar chow, and to be completely frank it felt quite nice to have that one night where things felt normal again, as ignorant as it was. We vaped until we were dizzy and some of them smoked too much that the smell ended up clinging to me and my clothes, but luckily I got home when my whole family was already in their rooms so no one was able to smell me.

Met someone new: There’s this girl who recently got onboarded to one of our client brands and we started working with her about a week or two ago. She’s honestly been a bit over the place, but I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt because she’s fairly new at a particularly hectic time in her workplace. My first impression of her was that she gave such a strong UP vibe so I looked her up on Facebook, and it turns out we went to the same college and the same high school.

Did something that you were afraid to do: A couple of months ago I had a one-on-one video call organized by the CEO of my employer so that she could get to know me better. She was super nice and listened attentively to my answers to all her questions, but it was easy to tell she wanted to see what I could bring to the table and how well I could mesh with the team especially since I’ve never met her and everyone else in person, so I made sure my social game was maxed out for those 15 minutes haha.

Did something you promised you would never do: I vaped literally half an hour ago. I never expected to form a habit out of it especially after being vehemently against any form of smoking for most of my life. Not particularly proud of it but then again I’m here for a good time and not a long time lmao.

Regretted something: Lazada had this huge app-wide sale last week and their Hydro Flasks were like ₱600 cheaper, but I didn’t buy it because I was feeling stingy that day haha. Now the products are back to their normal price and they’ll probably never get to be that cheap again :( There’s another sale happening tomorrow but the discounts aren’t as big, but I’ll probably place an order this time.

Went shopping: I went to H&M last January to get Andi a late Christmas present. I asked Leigh what they would appreciate as a gift, and she told me they’d wanted to start experimenting with feminine clothes so I got them a nice black skirt and this really elegant dress (that I honestly wanted for myself). I heard they cried once they opened the paper bag, and making people cry with the gifts you get them will always be one of the best feelings ever haha.

Asked someone out/were asked out: Idk, it was 5 years ago and nothing I want to remember anymore.

Broke up with someone: I’ve never broken up with someone.

Had someone break up with you: It was terrible and the stuff of all my nightmares combined, and it happened in the middle of an already-shitty month to boot so I had little hope for myself to come out of it alive. I had everything planned and ironed out and all that was left was for me to leave. 

It’s been 7 months and I’ve never felt emotionally and mentally better and healthier.

Were heartbroken: I follow this animal rescue NGO on Facebook and they regularly post about dogs who’ve lived through awful situations and need urgent care and forever homes to live in. Fortunately the page has a wide reach and regularly gets support, and I try to donate to their bank account as often as I can.

You were angry with someone: Haven’t directed my anger towards anyone in a while.

You felt "in love" with someone: It was during the time I was still reeling over the breakup and was caught in an endless loop of still being in love with them and forcing myself to finally detach.

You wanted something unrealistic: I was at the rooftop this morning and I could feel the temperature getting warmer every hour, and when I finally couldn’t tolerate the heat and was forced to go back indoors I felt super annoyed because all I want is to live somewhere with a chilly climate all-year round hahaha UGH

You made someone angry: It was when I spilled a tiny drop of soup onto the dining table and my mom had a complete meltdown about it. After 89457843957 years of her getting mad at First World Problems I wasn’t intimidated by her anymore, but it still irked me at how something so little can piss her off so I just decided not to speak a word for the rest of the night.

You made someone's day: I hope I made my delivery driver’s night when I got him his burger as a surprise. I hold so much respect and appreciation for them considering they’ve been working very hard to get people’s goods to their doorsteps in the midst of a global pandemic.

Tried something new: When I bought my lamp it was the first time I got something to decorate my room. I usually spend all my money on food, so that was a nice change to try out.

Tried your best: I always try my best at work and to make each day more improved than the last.

Didn't try at all: A couple of nights ago I asked my dad to light up my scented candle and he challenged me to try lighting up a matchstick by myself for once. I was all primed and ready to go, but backed out at the last second :(( I told him there was a big chance I could freak out, drop the lit matchstick. and set something in the dining room (where we were) on fire, and that’s when he gave up and just lit it up himself hahaha

Got nothing for your efforts: I’d gladly refer you to my big waste of a 6-year relationship.

Had a serious talk with someone: I always have deep conversations with Andi and they’ve been about various topics over the last few months.

Told someone how you really feel: It was when Bea scheduled a quick one-on-one catch-up call with me to check up on how I was doing with work and if I was doing okay with the everyday craziness of it all. But I didn’t say anything grave; I just told her I honestly like the work we do and that it’s nice that it keeps me excited everyday, so there’s little to complain about.

Hid what you felt from someone: One of my co-workers, Denise, is honestly a little challenging to work with. I always have to pick up after her and remind her of stuff we need to do together, and even Bea has let a few comments slide between us about how difficult she can be. But considering I’m a lot newer than her and we’ve never met each other I’ve stayed quiet for now.

Took something that didn't belong to you: I got the matchbox from my parents’ room to ask one of them to light up the aforementioned scented candle I have.

Borrowed something from someone: I borrowed one of my sister’s cords the other evening to charge my vape pen.

Lost a game: This was when my orgmates and I played a couple Jeopardy games over Zoom about a month ago and I lost to Robin.

Won a game: Not sure, I don’t really play a lot of games.

Told someone you love him/her: Jo, after she shared that she tested positive for Covid.

Went on vacation: It’s been a year and a half and the world has changed a lot since then, but my family and I went to Tagaytay and Cavite for a quick weekend getaway; it was Tagaytay on Saturday then we drove to another hotel in Cavite the next day. We played Heads Up, ate Jelly Belly jellybeans, had a lot of nice food, took some walks, but then I also had to work on a Powerpoint in between because I had a presentation that was due that Monday lol.

Went on a roadtrip: Last January we drove to Tagaytay (again) for my dad’s 50th birthday. Before heading to our accommodation we had brunch at La Creperie where we happened to be seated beside Larry Gadon – bleck – and his wife. Then we headed to the condo unit where we stayed the night at, ordered a samgyupsal set, and I watched GMM’s Let’s Talk About That into the night until I fell asleep.

Flew on a plane: That would be over two years ago and it was during our vacation to Bicol. That also marks the last time I ever spoke a word to my brother, because on our way home my family got into a heated argument and he ended up slapping me in the face. I don’t tolerate physical acts of violence, and especially not from someone younger than me, so I was more than glad to cut ties with him moving forward.

Were annoyed with a family member: My mom is politically incorrect 24/7, and it grinds my gears 24/7.

Took something too far: Idk, maybe cutting off ties with Gab. A part of me wanted to reconnect at some point, once I’ve healed; but I’ve reached a point in my life where that doesn’t seem so necessary anymore. Life just works funnily sometimes, I guess. I haven’t completely cut her off; we’re still mutuals on Twitter (though she also never uses it so it barely counts), and also still Facebook friends (though I’ve unfollowed her and I’ve also blacklisted her from seeing my posts – thank god for that feature), so now it’s really just a matter of pressing some buttons and finally disconnecting for good.

Gave up too soon: I wanted to learn riding a bike during the early days of the pandemic last year, but I gave up after like two days of being unsuccessful.

Listened to a band you had not heard before: I started exploring some of BTS’ music earlier this week after weeks of just knowing Dynamite.

Judged someone: Some of the bloggers that I regularly correspond with for work, and who’ve recently added me on Facebook, have opinions I don’t necessarily agree with.

Asked a "stupid question": I ask a lot of newbie questions at work that maybe some people would consider dumb, but I’d rather get answers to do my work correctly than take guesses and end up doing the wrong thing.

Got "a stupid answer": Not sure.

Took a picture of something/someone: I recently took a photo of my work desk setup so I could show off my new pretty lamp, hahaha.

Told a lie: I told my mom my Hydro Flask is still with Angela and that I should be getting it soon, but I really lost it a few years ago and would have to buy a new one.

Told the truth: Idk I tell the truth all the time.

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Sexiled (Part 17/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Tag list for this story is now closed. Check out the masterlist for a schedule of the remaining five parts. Enjoy! 

Summary: Unable to go home for Thanksgiving, Steve invites you home with him. You aren’t about to turn down an opportunity to spend time with Sarah Rogers or the Barnes’ Clan. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Becca Barnes, Sarah Rogers, George and Winnie Barnes mentioned 

Rating: T

Warnings: Fluff. Really nothing. Maybe language? but I don’t think so 

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“Oh my god, you’re here!” Becca squealed when she opened the door and flung herself at you.

“Yes, I’m here,” you laughed, holding her tightly. “How are you?”

“I’m great. Oh I’m so excited you’re here.”

“Oh how are you, Bucky? I’m good thanks for asking,” Bucky grumbled.

“Oh shush,” Becca admonished as she hugged him and Steve. “I’m getting to you two. I just didn’t know that y/n was coming.”

“Well we weren’t sure until a couple of days ago because we were having trouble getting my train ticket, so we wanted to hold off on saying anything.”

“Well I’m so glad you made it.”

Becca squeezed your hand as she led you into the living room, taking your coat.

“Me too,” you assured her as you followed behind.

“Hey, Becs, where’s Ma and Pop?” Bucky asked as he poked his head into the kitchen.

“They had lunch with the Quill’s. They should be home soon.”

“Alright. Lunch run then?” Bucky suggested.

“Hell yes. I’m starving,” Steve agreed patting his stomach. “Where do you want to go?”

“Why don’t you and Steve go pick something up? And y/n and I will stay here and catch up,” Becca countered, vibrating with excitement.

“Can you wait that long, sweetness?” Steve asked, knowing you get woozy when you’re hungry.

“Yeah. I’m good to wait.”

“Alright. Sandwiches from Glenn’s?” Bucky suggested.

“Ooh good call. Do you want to look at the menu, y/n?”

“I trust you to get me something I like.”

Steve nodded. “Do you want your usual, Becs?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright let’s got then.”

Steve gave you a short but sweet kiss before they headed out and you heard Becca gasp. Bucky cackled at her reaction.

“Have fun with that, doll. Come on, lover boy.”

He yanked Steve out of the house by the collar, leaving you with a very excited Rebecca Barnes.

“YOU AND STEVE ARE TOGETHER NOW?!”

“Ummmm, yes.”

She gaped at you.

“When? How? I need details.”

She dragged you to the couch and then ran to the kitchen for snacks. Once she was settled she stared you down.

“Okay, spill.”

You recounted the night you and Steve finally decided to start officially dating.

“So Bucky is the only one who knows? And he didn’t blab?”  

“Nope. He’s kept our secret. And yes, he’s the only one who knows. Well, him and Skye.”

“Who’s Skye?”

You were about to say “Bucky’s girlfriend,” when you realized he clearly hadn’t said anything yet.

“She and I were best friends in middle school and the beginning of high school until I moved away. We reconnected at a party a few weeks ago.”

Becca didn’t seem to notice your hesitation.

“Oh that’s nice. I can’t believe no one figured it out. Do mom and Sarah know?’

You paused again. Now that you thought about it, you had no idea if Steve had told his mom.

“I don’t know actually. Probably yes. He talks to her about most things. I guess I’ll find out.”

“Well if she doesn’t already. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled. I definitely am. I knew you’d be the best couple ever.”

“Thank you, Becca.”

“I hope I can have that with Peter,” she mumbled unthinkingly.

“Who’s Peter?”  

She tucked her hair behind her ear before scratching nervously at the back of her neck – a nervous tick she shared with Bucky.

“Oh. Umm. Just a friend from Queens.”

“Friend, huh?”

You shot her a disbelieving look, despite her eager nods.

“Nice try. Spill it.”

She hung her head in defeat.

“Okay.”

She launched into her own romantic tale. Explaining how she’d met a boy, Peter Parker at a Science Triathalon and they’d started talking. And she thought he might like her, but she wasn’t sure. You were just ironing out the details of a plan for her to ask him out for coffee by the time Bucky and Steve got back. You quickly stopped talking when they walked in.

“What are you two up to?” Bucky asked suspiciously.

“Nothing!” you both answered quickly.

“Yeah right.”

He glanced at Steve who just shrugged, already munching on fries.

“Whatever,” he chuckled. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

George and Winnie returned while you were finishing up eating and the afternoon was spent happily catching up.  After dinner, you and Steve got ready to head back to his apartment.

“Thank you for dinner, Winnie. It was delicious.”

“Our pleasure. Do you have everything? Where are your bags?” she fussed.  

“We dropped them off at home before we came here. I wanted to see Ma before she went to work.”

“Oh good. Okay. Oh that reminds me. I wrapped up some leftovers for you to take home for her. Just one second.”

She hurried to the kitchen and came back with a Tupperware container which you took from her.  

“Thank you, Winnie.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. We’ll see you tomorrow at two.”

“We’ll be here with bells on.”

“Good night and get home safe.”

“We will,” Steve promised.

“Good night!” You called with a small wave.

Steve guided you down the steps before taking your hand as you walked the three blocks back to his apartment.  

“Steve. Thank you for this.”  

“For what?”

“Bringing me here.”

“I couldn’t let my best girl spend Thanksgiving alone. Besides an extra five days with you without stressing about classes? I can’t think of anything better.”

You smiled up at him, as he unlocked the door.

“That does sound ideal.”

You and Steve made breakfast before settling on the couch to watch the parade. Sarah woke up shortly after eleven.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Ma. Coffee?” Steve asked as he kissed her on the cheek and went into the kitchen.

“Yes, please.” She smiled warmly as she sat next to you. “How did you sleep, dear?”

“Very well.”

Steve strolled in with a mug of coffee and the cinnamon rolls you made.

“Here you go, Ma.”

“Did you two bake this morning? You didn’t have to.”  

“My mom and I always made cinnamon rolls on Thanksgiving morning. I thought you might like it,” you shrugged.

“It’s a wonderful surprise.”

“How was your shift?”

She sighed heavily and took a sip of coffee as Steve sat next to you, arm curling around your waist.

“Let’s just say I’m glad to have the weekend off. It’s always crazy around the holidays.”

“Lots of accidents?”

“Tons. These are delicious. You two are so sweet to make these for me. Thank you.”  

“Wow, you look amazing,” Steve breathed out when you came down to go to lunch at the Barnes a couple hours later.  

“Thanks, but now I think I’m overdressed,” you admitted, eyeing his jeans and polo.

“Well, Thanksgiving’s been pretty casual since the mud pie incident when Becca was four.”

You giggled, “Well, I definitely need to hear that story. But, your mom said to dress up.”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

“Are you kids ready to go?” Sarah asked as she came in from the kitchen, looking through her purse for her keys. “Oh wow, you look lovely, sweetie. So fancy.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, cheeks flaming in embarrassment.  

“Ma, did you tell Y/n to dress up?”

“No?” She asked tilting her head at you both.

“You texted me and told me to bring a nice dress.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in realization.  

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I did, but that was because I have a surprise for you later in the weekend. I should have been clearer. I just assumed Steve would tell you lunch was casual.”

“Surprise?” You and Steve both asked.

“Yes.”

“What is it?” you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable? And then I’ll tell you.”

“Okay, just give me a few minutes.”

“Take your time.”

You hurried back to Steve’s room, grateful you’d also packed your favorite sweater dress.

“Better?” she asked when you hurried down the stairs five minutes later.

“More comfortable for sure. So…”

“So,” she smiled and gestured to the couch. “Come on. Have a seat.”

Steve was now wearing a bright grin, and mischief lightened both of their gazes, and you smiled as you recognized the similarity. Clearly Sarah had told him the surprise. He perched on the arm of the couch next to as you sat right at the edge of your seat.

“Here,” she handed you an envelope with your name in her elegant handwriting.

You carefully undid the flap and dumped the contents into your palm.

“Oh my god!” you gasped when you read the ticket. “Really? The American Ballet Company’s opening night of the Nutcracker?!”

“I knew that I had to take you to some sort of show, and since you love ballet as much as I do. I thought you would enjoy it. We can save Broadway for the next time.”

“This is amazing. Thank you so much, Sarah.”

You hugged her as tightly as you could and she softly stroked your hair.

“You’re so welcome.”

You looked up in time to see Steve was watching you both with a soft expression.

~~~~~~~~ 

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! We’ll see more of Sarah in the next part on Monday! 

Happy weekend! 

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