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Anita Wood's Interview On Her & Elvis's Love Story

Anita Marie Wood Brewer was a TV performer, recording artist and girlfriend to Elvis Presley. She later married NFL football player Johnny Brewer. Elvis Presley and Anita Wood met in 1957 and in the same year Elvis referred to Wood as his 'No. 1 Girl'. The two dated seriously for several years from 1957 to 1962. Anita signed a contract to work as an actress for Paramount Pictures but later gave it up for Elvis. While he was in the army, he sent her letters which he told her never to show anyone. Anita recorded for ABC-Paramount (1958); Sun (1961); and Santo (1963). She also worked on the Andy Williams TV Show (summer 1958) and is the uncredited vocalist with Williams on 'The Hawaiian Wedding Song (Ke Kali Nei Au)', a Top 15 hit in early 1959.

Q: When did you first meet Elvis?

A: Well, I met Elvis in 1957. I was on Top 10 Dance Party on WHPQ radio television in Memphis at the time. It was a popular dance show that they had every Saturday afternoon. The teenagers would come and dance and Wink Martindale and I would introduce the songs. Elvis watched that show a lot and one Saturday after the show, he had Lamar Fike call me on the phone and he wanted a date to see me that night. Well, I already had a date with Jimmy Omar and I wouldn't break the date and Lamar went ballistic. I mean he just could not believe -- 'You won't break a date to go with Elvis Presley. Are you crazy?' I mean, you know, he just really went wild. And I said, 'Well, I don't believe Elvis would like that if I did that to him if I had a date with him and broke it for someone else. So, I'm sorry I can't do that because I already have plans'.

So anyway, he got really angry and hung up the phone. And I thought, well, I'll never hear from him again. And to be honest with you, I really wasn't an Elvis fan at that time. But it so happens a couple of weeks later he called again. And the next time, I did not have a date. So I was able to go.

Q: How was that first meeting like with Elvis? Did he introduce himself to you?

A: Well, Lamar Fike -- one of the guys that worked at the TV station was George Klein and another guy by the name of, I can't remember his name. But a couple of cameramen there knew him and of course, I knew them working there. Cliff Gleaves was with his entourage and Cliff was from my hometown of Jackson, Tennessee. He was a little older than I was but I knew his brother and I knew Cliff or I knew of him.

And I was living with a lady by the name of Ms. Patty at the time. And she was like a surrogate mother.

She was a little hen -- mother hen over me.

I was in Memphis working and I had just come from college, just away from home. And back in those days, people were very protective of their daughters and I had a very structured strict upbringing. So when I came to Memphis, Ms. Patty took me under her wing and I lived with her while I was working on television.

So on this night, Lamar said we'll be over to see you about eightish, eight I guess he said. So, I got dressed and ready and when they drove up in the Cadillac. They had a big long black Cadillac and George Klein came to the door. And George says, 'I'm here to pick up Anita'. And Ms. Patty says, 'No. I'm sorry. If he wants to see her, he'll have to come to the door and pick her up'. So he went back to the car and Elvis got out of the car and came to the door and met Ms. Patty. George introduced him to me and we had a little conversation there in the living room. Ms. Patty said, 'Now, you have her back at a reasonable hour'. She was very protective. So after she met us, she allowed me to go with him. And we went out into the car and I remember there was Cliff Gleaves in the back seat and George and this other young man. I can't remember his name right now. He was really a good friend of Alan Fortas's. And maybe Alan was in the car at that time and then Elvis was driving. So I got in the car and sat on my side of the seat because in those days that's what you did. And so then Elvis started around like we did many, many dates that we had just drive around Memphis.

We stopped by Crystal hamburgers. I didn't realize how much he liked Crystals. But anyway, Lamar went in and bought about three dozen Crystal hamburgers and they came back to the car and all the guys ate every one of them. I don't even like Crystal hamburgers but that was okay. I can't imagine that many hamburgers and they just woofed them down. Then we continued driving around some more.

And then Elvis said, 'Would you like to come out and see Graceland?' He just purchased Graceland at the time. And I said, 'Sure. You know, I'd love to'. Because I felt really at ease because of the guys in the back seat that I knew. Not knowing Elvis, but I'll tell you this, he made a good impression on me because he was so good looking. He had a red velvet -- and this was in the summer or spring. He had a red velvet long sleeve puppy shirt on and I think he had worn it in a movie. He had just made Loving You when I met him and he had this shirt on, these black trousers and I think he had like a motorcycle cap on and he was very handsome. I mean, I have to say that Elvis was the most handsome man I'd ever seen before or after. I'd never seen anybody as handsome as he. He was just very good looking, you know. And then as I got to meet him and know him, he had a very good personality: funny, pulling pranks and laughing. But anyway, so he was a very good-looking man at this point and he had my attention somewhat.

Elvis Presley and Anita Wood - September 13, 1957, Memphis Municipal Airport. Elvis picked up Anita who arrived from Hollywood on an American Airline's flight.

Above, Elvis Presley and Anita Wood embrace as she steps from an American Airline's flight at Memphis Municipal Airport the night of Sept. 13, 1957. Miss Wood, hostess for a Memphis TV show, 'Top 10 Dance Party', was returning from a week in Hollywood preparing for her first movie role in 'Girl in the Woods'. Elvis had given the 19-year-old a friendship ring the previous week in Hollywood.

So we went to Graceland and he proceeded to show me around Graceland and I think he gave me a Teddy bear that night that he had in his dining room, pink and black Teddy bear. And he gave that to me and he showed me all the rooms and introduced me to his mother and dad and to his grandmother. They were all there. And we visited and listened to some music, played the piano awhile. And he said, 'Come up. I want to show you my office and what's upstairs'. I said, 'Okay'. So we went upstairs and of course, he took me to his bedroom and it was a dark, navy blue dark drapes and the huge -- the biggest bed I'd ever seen in my life. I mean it was really a big bed and mirrors all around everywhere. It was just very dark. And so he said, 'This is my bedroom'. And his bathroom I remember had baby blue carpet, carpet all over the floor and light blue mirrors everywhere. And then the closets he showed me on both sides and they were just filled with his clothes. He never wore the same thing twice. You know, he'd just take them off and dump them. I don't think he ever wore the same thing twice. But anyway, all these clothes on both sides and he just showed me his room. I thought that was very nice. And his office was right there next to it. And then we were talking and then he began to sit me down on the pit and he kissed me and, you know, in those days, people didn't kiss on their first date, not ever. So, you know, that was just I didn't want to like that. Because I don't care who he was, you know, and then he began to try to get a little fresh with me. And I said, 'Oh, no. That won't work. You know you're gonna have to take me home'. So he said, 'Okay'. And he took me downstairs and took me home. He was a gentleman about it. He was very nice. But he did try to get fresh the first date, but he didn't get to first base. It didn't work.

Q: Tell us about some of your dates.

A: Well, okay. It's been a long time and it's hard to remember what we did next. But during the time I did date him which is about five years before and after the army. In Memphis, we'd go to the Memphian theater. He would rent it late at night and we would go in and watch two or sometimes three movies at night. And he would invite people at the gate to go with us. A lot of fans would be there. We would go to his house many times. And we would watch TV, listen to music. He would invite the people up from down at the gate which were a bunch of fans, and crazy girls, you know, and here I was his date and these girls would just, man they were falling all over him. Wanted to sit in his lap and everything. I really did not like that because I was his date. I had a hard time with that and they would go in and shoot pool and watch TV in that the TV room downstairs and for a long time all night long and, you know.

He called me Little because I was very small at the time, tiny. 'Little girl, go fix me a sandwich, peanut butter, and jelly sandwich'. Now, you know, back when I fixed a sandwich for him, we mixed up the peanut butter the banana together and we didn't put it in butter and put it in a skillet. We just put it on white bread. But now I saw the other day, this man was fixing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Elvis liked and they sliced the bananas in thick slices and put it in this butter and cooked it so he may have started liking that later. But when I was dating him, he liked just a plain old-fashioned mashed bananas and I would go fix him sandwiches. Pepsi -- he was a big Pepsi freak. He had this fountain downstairs. We would do that. That was a lot of fun. Sometimes we would go to Channel restaurant and they would let us in the back way. And we would all go get to eat everything we wanted, you know, and Elvis is kind of finicky eater. And there were certain things he liked prepared certain ways and he would go and eat there.

Sometimes we would go to the skating rink and he would rent it all night long and he would buy knee pads and elbow pads for all the guys and some of the girls not very many participated but some did. And they would get out there and have wars with one another and pop the wheel up, you know, as fast as they go. Little biddy people like Billy Smith, they just got clobbered but it was so fun and they just loved it. And we would just skate all night long and he would also invite the friends at the gate. He always invited his fans to go with us. Sometimes we would go to the fairgrounds and he would rent it after hours. And he would just invite everybody to come that was at his home and they're always people at the gate when he was in town. So they would all go to the fairgrounds with us: friends, some family, and just fans. And he would stay all night long and ride everything as many times as we wanted to, just have a wonderful time, all night long. Here I'm getting so tired sleeping. Elvis would be all ready to go. But we were so tired and sleepy.

Sometimes we would get on the motorcycle just Elvis and I and ride through Memphis. That was some of my best times with him. Sometimes he still had the truck when he worked for Crown Electric and it was a black panel truck. And just he and I would get in that truck and nobody would recognize him in that truck. You know, it wasn't like a limousine Cadillac. It was an old, old black panel truck. And we would get in there and he would take me down to Lauderdale Courts and where he used to live when he was poor and talk about that a lot and show me where he came from. We went to Tupelo several times and he showed me, you know, where he lived down there. This was all before the army now. These were things we did here. And then when he went to New Orleans for King Creole. He would always invite me down there for a spell and to California.

When he went into the army it was a little different.

Q: There are some photos that we have of you and Elvis on a rollercoaster or something. Could you tell us about the pictures where it looks like he's petrified?

A: We're just acting. We're just being funny. Like on the Scrambler, we were going like that. 'Act scared, Little. Act scared Little'. You know, just something funny to do and the Rocket that was another scary one we used to ride, the Scrambler and everything else. The rollercoaster just time after time after time. It was fun.

Q: Did Elvis like living in Hollywood for a while or what were some of his impressions of Hollywood?

A: Well, at first, I really don't think he liked it. I don't know what happened later when he stayed out there more. He always wanted to come home. He was always anxious to come back to Memphis. I think he met a lot of people out there. I know the first time I went out there, he was staying at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, I believe. And I remember Ricky Nelson came up one night and some other people. I do remember him. And we stayed in that hotel that time before he ever rented a house or bought a house or whatever he did in California. Later on, he did rent a house and I came back and he was in a big house and everything. But even in California, we did a lot of driving around, you know, when we were out there. It was wild he thought as I thought that things that went on out there were things that went on in hell. I mean really, it was just the wildest place we ever saw. We talked about that a lot at the beginning. He wanted his family and friends around him. He felt as stranger, you know, he just loved Memphis better.

He liked being in Graceland back then.

Q: Were you on any of the movie sets with Elvis?

A: Oh, yeah. Uh-huh. Lots of them.

Q: Do you have any specific memories of Elvis playing pranks or practical jokes?

A: They used to do that a lot. Oh, they got me good so many times.

I don't want to tell you about some of them. They were just embarrassing. I was so gullible, but anyway. Yeah. I just remember going to so many you can name them. The one he made with Tuesday Weld.

I remember he told me little things about her and, what was of the name of that one?

Q: Wild in the Country.

A: Wild in the Country and Flaming Star and that was interesting and then the one he made one with Joan Blackman, Blue Hawaii, maybe Kid Galahad. King Creole was one of the first ones I went to. A lot of the times I didn't go to the set so much as be there to be with him when he came home. He was so secretive back in those days and he always said because it was of Colonel Tom Parker, you know. He didn't want us to take any pictures and if I was ever with him and there was a picture made, I would look down or try to look away, you know, for from the camera and not appear to be too happy because he didn't want everybody to know our real relationship for each other. Our real, you know, that we really cared for one another. He wanted it to be more like we're just girlfriend and boyfriend and we're just dating. And then he'd always come to me and say, 'But, Little, you know that's not really true. You're just the only one for me. You know, these are just publicity stunts. It doesn't mean anything. You're the only one I care anything about'. And he had a way that he could convince you that that's true. I'm telling you. But anyway, I was out there a lot of times. I'm sure there was some more. I just can't think of -- I remember one with this tall girl and they were doing the dance like thing.

Q: Did Elvis ever tell you about the roles he would like to do like more dramatic roles.

A: Yeah. Yeah. He really disliked the little silly things that he did. Now, he loved King Creole. He liked that one. He thought he did well and I thought he did too in that one. He was a more dramatic role and he liked the actress he was playing with. Some of the others he did not like. Wild in the Country I think he liked that pretty well. You know, he would like to have done more dramatic roles and I think he really turned into a very good actor. You know, he had a little southern accent that was a little difficult to overcome, but he was just handsome and so darling and so talented that he did anything well, you know.

I think the fans like him during the musicals and things, but he really preferred the dramatic parts and would have liked to have done more of those.

Q: Tell me what Elvis' thought of King Creole.

A: Okay. Elvis' favorite movie that I ever knew about when I was dating him was King Creole and he liked it because the story line was good. And he liked it because the actors were serious actors that he was playing with or working with. And he would like to do more pictures like that, more dramatic pictures.

Q: Do you remember Cliff Gleaves driving you and Elvis around?

A: Yes.

Q: Can you tell some of those stories?

A: Cliff Gleaves, look, I cannot remember a lot of specific things unless he was here to remind me and then I could. But I just know that he could make Elvis laugh so hard. And they used to laugh at such silly things like his cousin Gene. I mean we would be driving along in California one time in a white Cadillac with gold specks in it and everything. And Elvis and Gene would sit there and talk this weird language, talk to each other so crazy, crazy, crazy. And just die laughing, fall out, laugh and stop the car, get out of the car and laugh, you know. I mean they were so funny. And he Cliff was right there with him.

Alan Fortas was another one that could make him laugh so hard. And he loved to laugh and he had a great personality. He was a tremendous guy and funny and I remember him quite well.

Q: Tell us about Elvis' sense of humor.

A: He had a good one. He loved to pull tricks. And I'm not going to tell you what he did on me, one that was so horrible. I was so embarrassed when I found out what I said because I didn't even know what the word meant and he knew that and he had me say something in front of a mixed crowd that was in the -- taking me home one night in the Cadillac and after I said it, they had to stop the car again. Because the people in the back seat just fell on the floor laughing and he had a Pepsi in his hand that just went up in the air all over the seat and they just died laughing and I was what did I say, I mean you know. And look it's not that I was dumb, but I was just very naive. I was very overly protected as a young child and a young girl. My family didn't talk ugly words, you know. I did hear a few ugly words and eventually, I understood it and knew exactly what they meant, but I didn't at that time. But yeah, he had a really funny sense of humor. Funny, funny, funny.

Q: Didn't you get a seven-year contract with Paramount pictures?

A: Yeah.

Q: Can you mention that?

A: Well, I won a Hollywood star hunt contest, you know. And I was supposed to go make a movie in California and I did go to California when Elvis was out there I believe when I went out there. And so Elvis came home first and the picture was getting ready to go into production. So Elvis came home and he called me on the phone, 'Little, I miss you. I want you to come home'. Well, I just said okay. So I just gave up the picture and everything and I came home and he met me at the airport. That's when they took a lot of those pictures if you remember. I just gave it all up. It didn't really mean a lot to me. You know, my parents had always wanted me to be an entertainer because God had given me a voice and I did sing and I liked to act. I enjoy that type of thing. But really and truly I just wanted to get married and have children and be a normal person. Well, with Elvis you could never be normal. I found out that right away pretty soon. And it was the furthest thing from being normal with him, but I didn't really care about those things.

So when he wanted me to come home, I came home. I just gave it all up.

Q: What are your memories of Elvis being drafted and going down there with him?

A: Well, before we get to that, let me see. I remember them getting the notice and I remember his mother's reaction. She was devastated, scared, sad. Mrs. Presley and Elvis were very close and I mean they talked baby talk to each other and loved each other and was very charming. I just loved it because he treated me the same way. He called me baby and talked to me baby talk just like he did to his mother and I just ate that up. You know, who wouldn't. I mean, he treated you just like you were a doll. But they had a real close relationship and I remember when they got this notice, Elvis was concerned about his career, you know, and what might happen. Leaving home, go that far away, was afraid he'd have to go overseas and he didn't like to fly. I don't know when he started liking to fly but he hated to fly. I hated to fly, you know, we'd ride the train all the time we had to go places. He was dreading that at that time. And like I said his mother, it just devastated her. She did not see another happy day from the day they received that notice.

And I remember when Elvis went to Fort Hood and when he left and we all went to the bus station down there to see him off and his mother was so sad and I would say it was a very sad time. And we all saw him off and then Mrs. Presley and Mr. Presley and I went back to Graceland after he left. Well, it wasn't long until Elvis had purchased a trailer out there in Texas and he put his mother and his dad and his grandmother in this trailer. And then at this time, I was in New York working on the Andy Williams Summer Show. And I was under contract with these people, ABPT Paramount Theatres. But anyway, so I was in New York at this time and he called me. And every weekend I had to fly to Fort Worth and we picked up Lamar, drove to Fort Hood and visited them in the trailer, while they had the trailer. There I was every weekend with them. His mother was not very happy. And it was a little uncomfortable, crowded in a trailer. She was used to different things by this time. And she was a little uncomfortable and she was not in the best of health. And it was in the hot summertime and in the middle of a field way back in the woods somewhere because that's where you had to be if you wanted any privacy at all. And that was a difficult time for them in that trailer, but that's where his mom and dad the whole time until his mother got sick then she had to come back to Memphis. It was not good for any of us at that time.

Q: Why was Elvis found with the Fadals?

A: We would get together. He and the Lamar guy was always there. In fact the law guys always there, all the time. Very few times were Elvis and I totally alone. There was always someone with us.

Q: Can you mention Mr. Fadal's name some more in there?

A: It's okay. Many weekends when Elvis would have time away from Fort Hood, from the camp or the base, whatever you call it there, we would drive over to Eddie Fadal's house and visit Mr. Fadal in Waco, Texas. I can't remember exactly, but we would drive there and his daddy would go with us. This was after his mom had passed away. I don't remember her being with us. It was Mr. Presley and Lamar and some other people, I'm sure. I just can't remember who. Someone was always there, I do remember that and we would go and visit Eddie and they were so nice and they just loved Elvis.

They just had a room there that they dedicated to him. And he could go and just do anything he wanted to do.

I remember one time we went there and they had a birthday cake, I think it might've been my birthday, it was in May and they sang a song and I got them to dance with me. You know he didn't like tap dance. But, he was dancing with me and singing that song Happy Birthday Baby, Happy Happy Birthday Baby for a long time. We used to sing there and Eddie he had a little girl. I remember his little daughter and we would gather around the piano and all of us used to sing. And they would always fix good food for us to eat and things that Elvis liked.

It was just a place to get away, away from the army.

And Elvis was at that time; he was more like a normal guy. He didn't have any dye in his hair, he didn't wear the lifts in his shoes, and he had a beautiful tan. He was just like the guy next door. I remember Bill and Ali Norwood. Bill is the Sergeant there and Ali was from Germany and they lived where the sergeants lived there on the base. And I stayed with them a lot when I went to visit him first. And we would come over and then we would go in the backyard and sit in the yard and look up at the sky. Talk about all the things we were planning on doing, like getting married, all that kind of stuff in the future. And then it was foreign to him not knowing what was gonna happen when he had to go overseas and he already knew that by now. And he was dreading that. Before his mom passed away, it was the greatest time that I ever spent with him.

He was a soldier boy and I was his girlfriend from back home and we were in love and we were together with friends. We just had a wonderful time. Dating, people didn't really bother him then and we just had a normal relationship during those days.

Later, after his mom passed away, he went to this house in Killeen, Texas and I remember his grandmother was there and his dad. Elvis would do everything to keep himself busy and he invited these people -- I remember fan club presidents coming from Chicago and other places. They would come and stay in that house. I could not believe it, they were all over the place. Every time I went down on the weekend, it was a different place. Different people there. Strangers, I'd never seen these people. Elvis didn't act like himself then. He would play on the piano and look around, 'Little are you there?' He would always look for me to make sure I was there, but all these strange people were around, ya know. Elvis was a big eater and I'm a big eater. I always have been a big eater. We like to eat. That was always a part of our day too - our night, night with Elvis. He slept in the daytime. You had to rearrange your whole schedule.

Q: Please tell us about Elvis and his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Presley and how it was for them when they were all at Graceland together.

A: It was a fun time. I can remember some Christmas' that we were there altogether. And we were all happy. It was a happy good time. She would look at him, and I remember to talk to him and she would grit her teeth, and talk this baby talk, and he would do it back to her. They were gritting their teeth at each other. And it was just so much fun and Mr. Presley was loving, but not as much so as she was. I mean I know he loved Elvis and, but he didn't show it the way she did. Of course, being a mother. And now that I'm a mother, I can understand it even more. But, because she lost Elvis' twin, she was just extremely close to him. And she would talk to me about, she wanted us to get married and she wanted us to have a little boy and to name it Elvis Jr. And she said, 'I can just see him running up and down the driveway in his little bare feet, this little blonde-headed boy'. Ya know. We talked about things like a lot.

She's trying to plan his future, not having any idea of the things that were going down.

We used to always sit down, he would always fix things like some kinda of greens. And they would get some grease and get it really hot on the stove and pour it over the greens. I've never heard of that before and I don't know what it is still to this day. But, it was good. Some kind of dark greens. Collard greens? Or something kind of greens. That was home cooking, it was really good and we would go visit and aunts and we would eat with them and they were the same type of people, ya know. And with Patsy, his double cousin, ya know. It was a good close family. We had a lot of family gatherings at Graceland. They would all come there. And we would go to their house too. I remember the day we went and found Junior dead and that was really sad. Junior Smith was his cousin and he died at night in his sleep and we went over there and we were the first there. A terrible sight, but that was just the first tragedy that happened in that family.

Q: What was Elvis' parents' reaction to his success, how did Mr. and Mrs. Presley handle it?

A: Mrs. Presley was worried, concerned, she didn't like him to go on his trips. She was afraid that someone might hurt him. That he might get hurt traveling there and back. Very protective mother. Very protective of him because she had lost the twin, you could understand that. That's all she had left and she wouldn't have any more children. So she was extremely close and protective of him. She was not really happy about him being gone. 'Son always take care, be careful, take care, call me as soon as you get there'. This type of mother and this is her message to him always. They talked on the phone often at first, you know, when I first met him and the times he would leave and go to Hollywood. And she did go out there for Loving You that was right before I met him, but I don't remember her going out there since then.

She really got in bad health and spent a lot of time at home.

Q: What do you think was the reason for her declining health?

A: Well, I would say because of Elvis and getting into the Army, having him join the Army and that might have something to do with it. I know that broke her heart because she did not want him to go into the Army. She did not want him to go overseas. I mean this was foreign to her and she could not imagine him going that far away from her and being separated from him. That why after the first six weeks when they couldn't go; when I could go down there and spend so much time with them the first six weeks of boot camp that's what they call it, I think. And when she came down there, how elated she was in the trailer, even in the trailer. And the quaint surroundings that we had down there, she was so happy to be there when she was with him, taking care of her son again, ya know. They were just a close family. He always included grandma too. She was always there too. It was just hard. She worried a lot about him. I mean worry can make anybody sick. She did, she worried constantly about him. Always concerned that someone was gonna hurt him, ya know. So it may have had something to do with her health. I don't know, she might have been having problems from the beginning, I don't know.

A liver problem, they say that's what is was in the end.

Q: How about her concern with the girls chasing after Elvis and so forth?

A: Well she didn't much like that either. She did not much like the girls chasing him when he'd come over the house. I don't remember a lot of the girls from the gate coming up there that often. Cause they were living there and they did not want them up there. His Mother would talk to me about she hoped that we would end up together, 'You're just the girl for him. You would take care of him, you know. I know that you will and he'll always remember his roots and where he came from' and this type of thing. She was not pleased with a lot of activity and I remember when they lived on Audubon before they bought Graceland, I remember her telling me about Natalie Wood coming to visit and she didn't much like that. She didn't like some the habits that she had and she told me all about it. I'm thinking that she had to approve of the person that Elvis really ended up with. It meant a lot to him that his mother approved of someone a lot.

Q: When the girls were rushing the stage, was she concerned about that?

A: Oh yeah, always afraid he would get hurt, you know. I mean there were a lot of girls, and boys, and women, and they would rush him. Sure, I would be and she was worried and concerned about that. He can get hurt. He may have gotten hurt some of the time. I think they jerked his shorts off and things like this, grabbing for him. So, oh yeah, she was a constant worrier. She just was. She was from a family that was not used to anything like this and it was all new and foreign to her and she did not like it.

Q: Tell us about when Elvis would go down to Goldsmith's after hours?

A: Well a time or two, he would just say 'Okay we're going, let's downtown to Levy's or Goldsmith's'. There was another one. I can't remember the name of it right now. He would just load up the car. We would all get into the car. And Patsy and myself, maybe Louis and Jean, some of the guys. He would say 'Okay ladies go get anything you want'. Well you know me, I didn't get very much. I've always been taught you don't take advantage of people. And so Eddie would tell me to get something I would maybe pick out this dress. I like this dress or these shoes. 'Get it, get what you want', you know. I would not get very much. Now Elvis gave me a lot of things and that's fine. And I accepted them and I gave them all away eventually, except the ring my daughter still has on that's the only thing I kept. But, as far as him saying go. And that's what he did and, of course, the guys would all go and just buy everything they wanted. But, I would just maybe get a few things. He'd yell out to me, 'Get em, get em, get some more, get some more'.

Yeah, he was very generous to a fault I think.

Q: Tell us about the guitar Elvis gave you?

A: Okay, well the guitar. One Christmas he was in Germany at the time and Mr. Diskin, who worked for Colonel Tom Parker, brought it to my home in Jackson, Tennessee and it was a guitar and it had gold letters written in it. And he had gold letters written on it, 'Too Little from EP'. Of course, I couldn't play guitar and didn't want to play guitar. A big guitar. It was in a very nice case and that was a Christmas gift from him that year. It was very nice. I kept it for while and then, later on, I gave it to an old neighbor of mine, Larry Worthy. I don't know if you know him or not. He said he put it in a Museum. I don't know what he did with the guitar, but he was a big fan and a little guy so I gave it to him.

Q: Was there certain getaways that you could remember?

A: Well now look, I done told you a lot. We spent a lot of time at Graceland. On the grounds at Graceland, they would have roman candle fights in the backyard that were just scary as everything, at each other. I mean they had no fear. Oh man and we sat and watched this. Fighting with each other, at each other with these roman candles. Right at each other. That's one thing they did. We would just get on the go-cart and ride around Graceland a lot. A swimming pool, we used to go swimming, they had a pool there.

Elvis was not a big swimmer and did not really like, when I knew him, to get in the water that much. But, he would on occasion go out there if I asked him, 'Let's go swimming'. You know, it was hot. I remember one time, we were out there, Lamar was out there and he had me stand up here and say 'Lamar, look at her. Just look at her. That hip is just a little bit bigger than the other hip', he said. 'Now you see that. But other than that, just look at it on her. She's just perfect, turn around Little'.

We'd go riding in the truck; we'd go riding on the motorcycle down to Lauderdale Courts. To the Rainbow Skating Rink, I believe was the name of it back then. To the Memphian Theatre, to the Fairgrounds, like it is now. And sometimes we'd go to friend's houses. He had some friends in Arkansas that ran the theaters; we'd go see them some. We would go to see Jean and Louise occasionally. They were close to him. Mainly, he'd just like to drive, ya know, just drive around Memphis. He'll say 'Let's go drivin'. We used to talk and listen to music, go back to Graceland, go to the music, then go to the piano room. We had a big white piano there then, and he would sit down for hours. Unchained Melody and all these beautiful old songs. He would play and we would sing together. Our favorite song to sing together was, I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You. We'd just sit and sing and play for hours, in fact when he was in Germany he sent me this letter and the song had changed. Our song now was, Please Love Me Forever by Tommy Edwards.

And Soldier Boy was on the back of it and he told me he was going to make a record of it and he really did. He made a record of Soldier Boy later. Then he made me go out and buy the record. This is our song now by Tommy Edwards. But he was real musical you know, and had a great talent. He taught me to play the piano the way he does, which is just cording by ear. And that was fun.

Movies, he was a movie buff. I remember when I first met him; we went to this theater uptown. Maybe the Malco Theatre. Upstairs in the daytime, this is unbelievable, in the daytime, upstairs in the balcony. He and I and probably Lamar, he was always there and some other guys maybe and watch these western movies, I was so bored. But I sat there and watched movie after movie in the afternoon up in the balcony. The old Malco Theatre. And we would just cruise down Main Street. Oh boy. Sometimes we go to the radio station. Dewey Phillips was a DJ and he had a radio station. It was real popular. He'd hear his name, he'd drive by there, ya know, sometimes. Ya know, we didn't go out to places, as some people do on dates. Because he wasn't able to do that. He would get mobbed everywhere he went, except for the truck and the motorcycle. With his motorcycle cap on, ya know sometimes we'd stop someplace; somebody would recognize him and we'd have to take off in a hurry. But it was better in Memphis. They respected him more.

Q: I wanted to get back to when Elvis' mother passed away and he came back to Memphis and he learned of her death and said goodbye to her. If you could go back there for us?

A: Okay. During this time I was in New York again, all summer long up there. So one morning bright and early the phone rang, my mother was with me at the time, and he called me and said, Little. And he told me the sad news that his mother passed away and I want you to come. So that was on a Thursday, that's what I remember. And I also did the Andy Williams Show on Thursday night and they taped it. So as soon as I did the show that night, I had my make-up on, I went directly from the show to the airport and got on a plane and flew down here to Memphis. Lamar met me at the airport, took me to Graceland.

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When we pulled up to Graceland in front of the house, Elvis and his dad were sitting on the front steps and Elvis was just crying it was so sad. And his daddy was crying. And I got out of the car and rained', Little, Little, Little, I've lost her, I lost her, I lost her'. Crying and he said', Come on in, I want you to see her'. And I said', No I don't think I want to go in there'. He said', Yes Little she loved you and I want you to come in there and I want you to see her. You just gotta come in here and see her'. She was in the music room and I didn't know that. And I was just a little bit squeamish about that, never having seen a corpse before or anything. And because I did love her, she was just a really sweet lady. She showed me a great deal of affection.

So he grabbed me and brought me inside with him.

And he walked me back and there were people all around, I don't remember who, I didn't see anybody. And he walked me back to the music room where there was the coffin. It was a white coffin and she was lying in the coffin which had glass over it. I often wondered why the glass was over it. They were afraid Elvis just could not keep his hands off his mom, you know. And she had a pink, one of her little western things she wore. She had that on and he started talking to her in that baby talk again. And I just broke down, it was so sad.

And he said', Little look at her little switties'. He made them raise up the back part of the coffin and you could see her little feet there and she was barefooted and her toes were painted and everything and he was talking about her switties, she was so swollen at this time. The corpse was still swollen and I remember he made me stand there forever just looking at her and talking to her.

And talking about her and including me in all the conversation, ya know.

And I was just so sad. But, really and truly I can say that I could not sympathize with Elvis truly until my daddy died many years later when I called him up and told him', Now I understand what you went through'. You know, until you experience something yourself, you really don't know what someone's going through. I didn't realize how he was suffering so much until I lost my dad of a sudden heart attack at fifty-nine years old. Then when I called Elvis, I wanted him to know I understood cause it was terrible. And I remember that's, I think that's when he started taking the pills from this Dr. Nichopoulos. Tranquilizers, because he was so upset, that he couldn't sleep and he couldn't sit still very long. He was constantly from room to room to room. Person to person to person. Back to the casket and I think that is when he and his father maybe Dr. Nichopoulos gave them some prescription drugs of some sort to calm him down and help him sleep.

Q: I've read for many years Elvis has said', Everything I have is gone, I did everything for you'.

Is that what he said?

A: Probably something very similar to that because he was doing a lot of lamenting over his mom and a lot of talking. And of course, you know, I was listening to some of it and I was crying too. He did say that he had worked -- all this was for his mom and that he was -- he did think it would be difficult to go on because she would not be there to enjoy with him the fame and the fortune that was coming his way.

Because it was for her and for his parents. Mainly for her, he made that statement.

Q: Tell us about Elvis actually going oversea to Germany. Your memories of that.

A: Well that was sad time too. You mean at the bus station down there.

Q: Right.

A: Well, his mom was there and his dad and Patsy and Judy Spreckles and some other fans were there. He hugs me last and his mom next to me. His mom and then me. The last thing he said to me was', Little I love you and I will return and don't forget me'. Okay, I remember that very succinctly. I was trying not to cry because I didn't want him to see me leave crying. It was just hard. My heart was being torn away because he was my first love. Elvis was my first love, Johnny, my true love. But, Elvis was my first and I was in love with him. It was very hard to see him leave and his mom and dad were crying, I was crying. His mom and dad knew that they would be with him again soon. But, they couldn't go over for six weeks. They were apart for six weeks.

Q: Tell us how often you kept in touch while he was in Germany?

A: In Germany?

Q: Yeah, did you write letters and stuff?

A: Yeah we did, we did, we did. He called real often on the phone to my mom's house, and I stayed a lot in Jackson during that time. Called on the telephone, weird hours. It would be very late when he would call because the time change was so different. He wrote me three letters that were very special to me and to anybody that would read them. He swore he loved me, how we would get married, how there was so no one else, how I need to stay true to him and remain and wait for him. How he was afraid I would not. I don't know why Elvis thought so little of himself. He was so jealous. I don't know why. I can't imagine why.

It just reminded me of something that happened once. We kept in touch and in fact he wanted me to come to Germany and had gone and got my passport and all the shots ready to go because grandma was over there and his dad was over there and Lamar was over there. So anyway, I was gonna go and right before I went he called and said that Colonel Parker had stopped that. That he thought that if I went over there, they would have us engaged or getting married and at this time in his life, in the Army, Colonel Parker said he does not need to have that kind of publicity. So it would be best if I did not go. So I did not go.

Then, of course, he met Priscilla after that, but I still dated him some when he came back.

Even though he had met her over there then.

Q: How was the reunion when he got back?

A: Oh my goodness. Well, I had read a little bit about Priscilla in the papers and he assured me that this was a child. A fourteen-year-old child that was the daughter of an Army Officer. And I said to him because I had read in the papers. And so that last letter he wrote me was a little cruel. I had been a little cruel to him and he was afraid that maybe I had found someone else or did not feel the same toward him, which was not true. I was just upset with him and I did not maybe talk to him for a while. But the letters were very special.

Anyway, you want to know what now? I got just off track.

Q: When did you first see Elvis when he came back home after the Army?

A: Okay, well I was over at Patsy Presley's house and he called over there and told them to come out, that he wanted to see them, but he knew I was there, and he said', Tell Little to wait'. And the reason being is because he told them that when we see each other', There'll be nobody else in the room, but just us. And I don't want my family to get their feelings hurt, so you wait Little and then you can come out later. I want them to come first and you come later'. It didn't work out that way. They went out there, but immediately he'd call me, he didn't wait. Then I went on out there and he was standing right there in the doorway of the music room where the piano was. And I walked in the front door and he was just standing there and ya know. He said, Little. And I just ran over there to him and we just embraced for a long time and I was glad to see him. I guess he was glad to see me. We just embraced for a while. Quite a while.

Q: In a way, it was like you never felt apart?

A: Well yeah, there'd been a period of time. Yeah, it was just like it was before. We were just really glad to see each other. It was just really a good time, happy time.

Q: What was your happiest time during this period when Elvis came back?

A: The happiest time was before he came back when he was at Fort Hood. That was the happiest time. When he came back? Just seeing him was a very happy time. We just spent time together, ya know. We still made some more movies, I went to California with him and visited him out there several times, met Joe. Charlie Hodge, from the Army. Army buddies. They stayed there all the time.

Q: Tell us about the guys around Elvis and the camaraderie?

A: There were always people around Elvis, guys. Okay, that's one reason why I could never have married Elvis when you really get down to it because you were not alone very often. There were very few times in our life that we were totally alone for very long at a time. They were always there. They lived with him, they took care of him, they did everything he said and they were always there. And they were always going to be there. Also, there were lots of fans that were going to be there, women that were gonna be there. They were there, to begin with, they were gonna be there in the end. I mean I had a little problem when Priscilla wanted to divorce Elvis because she should've known that there was going to be people in his life.

There were people there, they were gonna always be there. And like he tried to assure me, it meant nothing to him, but it was a very important part of his life and they were there.

Q: Have you found letters from Priscilla?

A: I found one letter when I was in California, one of the times when I was out there. And it was pressed in a book in the library outside of his bedroom. Joe remembers that I'm sure he was there. But anyway, when he came home from the set that day, that's when I asked him about the letter. And in the letter, it said 'Please call my dad. I want to come over there and if you call my dad, I know he will let me come, he will listen to you. I miss you'. So when he came in, I said', What is this letter, who is this, this Priscilla, you said she was just a child?' He got so mad because I found the letter. He took me and he shoved me up against the closet.

He was so mad at me, just livid because I had found the letter.

And then I left that night on an airplane back to Memphis. I went straight to Graceland with grandma. I know when I walked in the door the phone was ringing and it was him. I didn't want to talk to him. But he kept calling and I remember when he got me on the phone', Little, please don't tell anybody about this. This girl, again, she's just a child. She's just a fourteen-year-old child it means absolutely nothing. She just wants to visit, it means nothing. And if you told anybody, I'd get in a lot of trouble, she's so young'. He just begged me', Little, Little, Little'. So I said', I won't tell anybody', and I never did, I never did tell anybody.

I said', I won't tell anybody, that's fine'.

So even after that, we dated some, I dropped down the letter, not after I left that was the end of that. After I found the letter, he just wanted to tell me that', It didn't really mean anything'. But I thought she was a very pretty, pretty young lady. She was probably crazy about him too, fourteen-years-old, I don't know if she could be in love; she probably was. I don't know at fourteen-years-old. And I just couldn't imagine, well anyway. Coming over to the United States, it just didn't sound right to me.

Anyway, that's what happened, that's how I found out about her.

Q: You said that you overheard Elvis and his father talking in the kitchen?

A: You want to know about when I left, is that what you wanna know? Okay, this was about in 1962, early 1962. I had been there, this was late in the evening when I had gone upstairs and Elvis was in the kitchen and Elvis' father was sitting at the bar there with him. And when I was coming down the back stairs into the kitchen, I heard Elvis say', I'm having the hardest time making up my mind between the two. Well you don't know a lot of things that went on, but I do know she had come over; she visited'. He'd talked his way out of that one, ya know, with me. And I knew she was in his life, but I also knew she was young. Very young, but when I heard him say that I'm having a hard time making up my mind between the two, I knew exactly what he was talking out. And I had a lot of pride. In those days women had a lot of pride. Now they don't have a lot of pride anymore. But, I did have a lot of pride and so I just marched my little self right down the stairs.

And Elvis took me into the dining room and his dad was sitting at the table. And we sat down at the table and I said', I'm gonna make that decision for you, I heard what you said and I'm leaving'. And I remember that I started crying, it was a very difficult decision to make. I must say that was probably the most difficult decision that I've ever made in my life. I have to say that. After having dated someone like Elvis for five years, and as close as we were for this to end. And when I left, I knew there would be no going back. I would never have come back, never. So anyway, I said', I'm leaving', and I called Andy, my brother to come pick me up and we sat there and talked a little bit longer, nobody could eat, that was food, but nobody could eat. And I remember Mr. Presley said', Well if you must leave Anita, ya know, maybe you'll meet again. There are people that sometimes separate and they get back together, and you'll get back together again'. I said', I don't know, I'm not planning on it'. And I was crying and Elvis was crying. And he just said', I pray to God that I'm doing the right thing by letting you go'. And I said', You can't keep me from going, I'm going'. I mean I was really upset, I was mad, I was hurt and he wasn't going to have to make that decision.

So my brother came and we got some things that I had there and we left, and I never went back again as his girlfriend. I went back later after he died to see Grandma and Mr. Presley, but we talked later and we were still friends, I saw him later. But, that was the end of that; I would've never gone back. If you have a problem between me and somebody else, hey, that's it. I don't care. But it was still difficult because I loved him. Everyone was saying, it didn't matter if it was Elvis Presley or Joe Blow, ya know. I loved this person. If he was having problems making up his mind between me and another person, that was too difficult for me to take.

Q: Let's talk a little bit about grandma? Do you know how she got the moniker Dodger?

A: I think she dodged something at one time, I can't remember, ya know. We just always call her that and I think I remember them telling me the story, but I really can't remember it.

Q: Can you tell us the relationship between Elvis and his grandmother?

A : Elvis loved his grandmother and I loved his grandmother. I stayed with her when he was traveling and when he was in California. I would go and stay with her. She told me many tales, old tales. She would sit up there and dip her snuff and watch that T.V. She loved soap operas. And I would stay in the room with her and spend the night in the bed with her and talk for ages.

I remember one time, I was out there and I had a chest cold and Mr. Presley said', Look you see this stuff right here, you rub this on your chest and you will feel so much better'. Something called heat. And man I rubbed it on my chest, I had a chest cold. Listen it was so hot I cannot begin to tell you how hot it was. He thought that was so funny. He just laughed too. It was a joke, but I mean he was just like Elvis too, funny in a way. They thought they were helping me, but it burned me to death.

But I loved her; she was a very country, down to earth woman.

In Texas, he wanted sauerkraut and prattle peas, and colonial brunsel rolls, and fried bacon so crisp, ya know, that you can just crackle it. And she cooked it that way for him every time he wanted it That's the way she fixed it. I remember doin' that night after night after night. And he liked country fried potatoes and you slice the potatoes real thin and you cook 'em very crisp. And she would do that, just the way he liked it. And he would eat it every night. He never got tired of it. I'm a lot like that; maybe that's where I got it from because I don't get tired of food. It's good all time. But he would eat that all the time.

And whatever he wanted, she did for him.

Q: Anita, what are your memories about Elvis when Mr. Presley decided to marry Dee?

A: You don't want to know. Do you really wanna know?

Q: I wanna know.

A: Okay, when Elvis came back from Germany he told me that his father had met this woman and his father was gonna bring her over there and this lady was already married with three boys and Elvis said when she came to the house in Germany, she came to visit him, too see him. But he didn't want to see her. She started talking to Mr. Presley. And Elvis told me that one time when she was there with Mr. Presley in the bedroom, that he peeped through the keyhole. And he told me 'I have hated her ever since then', and I'm sorry if this may be offensive today and I'm sorry. He did not like that situation, was extremely against it. But it happened anyway. He had nothing to do with that. I remember when they brought her to Graceland, And we were at the swimming pool and Elvis was just ahh--- 'Daddy are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to do this? Why do you want to do this?' I remember when they moved back into the garage apartment in the mansion. I remember eventually the two of them moved into Mr. and Mrs. Presleys old bedroom. That wasn't very good either. Elvis didn't like that a bit. Ya know, he just wasn't comfortable with it.

That's just what he told me. He didn't like the union. He wasn't happy with it. And I'm sorry if it's offensive and I'm sorry if people don't like this, but this is the truth.

Q: Over the course of the years after you and Elvis parted, how many times did you get to talk to him?

A: Okay, let's see. I saw him at work after that when he caught me in the hall up there after I left him. And I could never get away from him, he had me cornered talking to me. My goodness, my knee's got weak, but I just, ya know, cause I still cared. But I'd still made up my mind that it was over. I saw him then and talked to him and then later after I got married, and I got married in 64, Johnny Brewer, my husband is a professional football player, and he first saw me when I had a date with Elvis at the Memphian Theatre and he said, they were at the gate. He and some fellow football players and Elvis said', You'll come on over to the Memphian Theatre'. And they were in the lobby when we drove up and he said', Boy you walked up with your little nose up in the air and just pushed right on up into that place'. I said', Are you crazy?' When you're with Elvis you never look to the right or the left. He looked straight ahead. I never saw him, but he saw me. That's the first place he ever saw me. But anyway, what did you ask me? What did you want to know?

Q: Did you get see--?

A: Oh yes, after I got married in 1964 and Elvis had married by this time and had his daughter Lisa Marie. By the way, when Elvis and I were dating and talking about having a family, guess what our little girl was going to be named?

Q : I don't know what?

A: Alisa Marie. Guess what my middle name is? Anita Marie. I mean that was just always that was the name, Alisa Marie. And if it was a boy it was going to be Elvis Aron Presley Junior.

Anyway, I thought that was a little coincidence there.

In Las Vegas Johnny was there before and I came with one of my lady friends the next day with my children and I was walking into the lobby and I ran into some of the guys, it might've been Joe and Charlie or Alan. Some of the guys that were there and they saw me and I saw them. I was so glad to see them. And they said', Why don't you come to the show tonight? Elvis wants you to come to the show tonight'. And the tickets were on sale at the door or whatever, ya know'.Okay great'. So I went back upstairs and I asked Johnny if it would be all right if I went to see the show. I ran into some of the guys downstairs and he said sure'.I went to see it last night before you got here. So go ahead and enjoy yourself'.

So this lady friend that I came with, she and I went, and they had us a reserved seat right there in the front. I never will forget it, man he looked so fine up on stage. He was singing right to me. I mean he just looked to me, he talked to me, he sang to me. I was just ooh-my goodness!! After it was over, one of the guys came; I can't remember who came and said 'Elvis wants to see you'. So I said 'Well come on let's go back stage'. So the girl and I went backstage, they brought us back there and we just embraced together. We were so glad to see each other. And he said', Come on in this room, let go in and talk'. So we went in there where there was just a little bed and a chair, just a little private area and closed the door. And all those other guys and Mr. Presley were in there talking and all these people. A bunch of big important people.

Anyway, we went in this little room and sat down and I guess we talked for about an hour. It was a long time. And during his conversation, I remember him saying', I wonder a little if we made the right decision those years ago when we decided to split?' And I said', Well, of course, we made the right decision, because if we hadn't, I wouldn't have my children and you wouldn't have your daughter and that's very important, that was meant to be, that we have these children'. And he told me how much he had missed me. We just talked for a long time about a lot of things you really don't need to know now! And we just visited for a long time and it was very comforting and good and reassuring that, ya know, he still remembered me, I think he still cared as I did for him. Once you care for someone, really care for someone; you always care for them in a way. You know, you never forget that person. If true and loyal. I went back and told Johnny. He said You were in there so long.

Then later when my daddy died, I called him in Las Vegas. My friend got him on the phone, I didn't know how to get in touch with him, I had no idea, but she did. She was married to Jerry Lee Lewis at the time, so maybe that's how she got it. I don't have any idea.

Anyway, she called him on the phone and I remember he came to the phone and he talked so slow. It seemed like Ricky answered the phone maybe. He talked so slow and he didn't sound like himself and I told him what had happened and I wanted him to know that now I can sympathize with him. When I was there when his mom passed away that I understand, and how sad it was for him and he said', Little, get a pen and pencil. I want you to write this poem down. Verbatim. Take a deep breath'. So I took a deep breath. He was in the bedroom, I guess at this time. So anyway, this poem is called', Where does love go when it leaves you?' And I had to write it down, which I have it written down at home on a piece of scratch paper. I think it was on the reverse side of a check or something. And I had to write it down verbatim'.Now read it back to me Little'. And I read it back to him. He said 'Don't ever forget it'. So we talked for a while longer. It's so sad because he doesn't sound like himself much. A little bit, but slow and draggy and not like his effervescent self. The way I remembered him. We just talked for a while and I still have the poem at home.

That might have been the last time I talked to him.

Q: Was 'Funny How Time Slips Away' a special song for you and Elvis?

A: That's a good song'.Funny How Time Slips Away' was a good song.

Q: Cliff told me that he was playing records and played the song over and over and he says', You know why I'm playing it, Cliff'. He said', My heart still burns for Anita'.

A: Oh my goodness. Please don't tell me that. You're going to make me sad. I remember you telling me.

But even back then it made me sad.

Q: You're supposed to be happy.

A: Well. Yes, but just what happened and how it might've been different. What happened, in the end, was very sad, you know. I don't know. Well, that was good to know.

Q: Would you talk about when Elvis got his draft notice?

A: Okay. I can remember the day that Elvis received the draft notice in the mail. And he brought it into us, and Ms. Presley and Mr. Presley and myself. And they were devastated. That's all I can say. They just could not believe that he was gonna have to leave them. And go in the service and do his part, you know. I mean, he didn't mind going and serving, but he really didn't wanna leave his family. I mean, nobody wants to. And his mother was so worried about what would happen to him, and him being away from them.

Q: Did Elvis talk to you about how concerned he was about his mom?

A: Well, you know, I don't think he really knew to what extent she suffered. Because moms have a way of keeping that away from their sons. Or children, period. They don't want them to worry that much. So she would cry and worry after he left on the train. We would go back to Graceland, and she would go to her room. And she would cry and she would worry for a while that evening. So she didn't want him to see -- she put on a brave front. As I tried to do a lot of times when we were separated, you know. But she being a mother, didn't want him to worry. So, you know, I don't think he really understood.

I mean, I know he knew that she missed him. But not to the point that she did.

Q: Did Elvis talk to you much about his childhood?

A: A little bit. Just how close he and his mother were, because his daddy, you know, was gone a lot. And that he was close to her because the dad wasn't there a lot of the time. And they just had a real special relationship because of that reason. She was always there for him, took care of him.

Q: Everybody wants to know, what was Elvis like?

A: He was a good kisser and all that? I get that question all the time.

Q: His heart, and the way he was with other people.

A: Okay. Elvis -- to me he was just a great guy. I mean, when I met him like I say, he was very handsome. Very polite. Very much a gentleman, always. Very humorous. Great sense of humor. Decent young man. I think he was deeply religious. You know we went to church once. Only once. But the reason we didn't go more often was because when we went to church he caused such a commotion that we didn't wanna do that. I mean, we went in the balcony one time. It was on Easter. And we went to the Church of God, Assembly of God. And we went up into the balcony and entered after the service had started. And we had to leave before it was over. And people just wanted to look at him and not listen to the sermon.

And of course, Elvis felt very bad about that. So we didn't go.

We went to a lot of gospel singings. I remember going to many of them, sitting backstage all night long. In Memphis and Nashville. You know, he just loved to sing religious songs. We talked about the fact that Elvis told me that he was saved. Because I was. He told me that he was a Christian. I think later in his life, I don't know what happened with the books and the other kind of religions and everything. But when I knew him, he told me -- he assured me that he did know Jesus as his savior and that he was a Christian because I certainly was. And I was of the Baptist faith. But he was of the Assembly of God. And of course his minister -- we met him, he came to visit him some. And I think he did preach at his mother's funeral.

But he was basically a good person. He was kindhearted. But now let me tell you something. He also had a temper. And we all do. And if someone hurt him, he did not like to get over it. He didn't like, you know, he remembered it. You didn't do Elvis bad twice. If you hurt him, you didn't hurt him again. And another thing was, he was always afraid that people were liking him because of who he was and what he could do for them. And that would be difficult to live with that, don't you think? You know, thinking people really didn't like him because he's this big star and everything. I think that's one reason we got along so good together because I really wasn't impressed. I wasn't a big fan of his when I met him. And I didn't just fall at his feet, you know. I would -- but I learned to know him. And I fell in love with him. Elvis the man, not Elvis the star.

And we had a lot in common because we were both from the South. We had a lot of morals of the same beliefs. And like I say, he was always a gentleman. And I was brought up to be treated as a lady, and he did. But like I said, he was generous to a fault at times. He really would help anybody. A lot of people wanted to take advantage of him from time to time. But he always would help people if he could. He was very generous. Good hearted. Funny, funny. I cannot begin to tell you how funny he was. Delightful to be around. And the minute he'd walk in a room he just lit it up, you know. And it's hard for me to imagine, after all, these years, that people can still be so enamored with him and so taken with him. But when I think back to how he was when I dated him, then I can imagine it. Because he was effervescent. I mean, he was special.

And I thought it was just because he was my boyfriend, you know. Just because I happened to fall in love with him, and he with me. I remember the first time he told me he loved me. It was on the porch of Miss Patty's'.I think I'm falling in love with you a little'. That was real special too. But he was just a down home guy to me. Now later on, after I left his life, I don't know what happened to him. Seems like he kinda maybe changed a little bit. Probably never forgot his roots, but I don't know. I'd have loved to have been with him more, but, you know. Maybe not. You can change anything, but -- because Elvis had a mind of his own. It was difficult to change it once he made his mind up, you know. But he had a lot of loyal guys that loved him too. And they stuck with him to the end and would've done anything. Because they had a lot of money back then. Because the guys really loved him. And I don't know how he got people to love him. It was just his personality. He drew people to him. And they all cared for him a great deal. He was special.

Q: Where were you when you found out Elvis passed away?

A: In my home. I was living in Vicksburg, Mississippi. And a newspaper called me. And wanted to know my reaction. Can you believe my reaction? I was so surprised. And -- what did they expect?

I mean, it was terrible. I couldn't believe it.

It was a great loss. Not only to me, to lose someone that I cared so much for at one time in my life. But to everybody. To the world. His talent. And so young, you know. And it just took me forever to get back to reality after this person told me that. I just couldn't believe it. But they just called wanting to get a response. And that's how I found out about it. On the telephone. From a stranger. It was sad. Sad day.

Q: I think that covers it. Did you think it was his dad?

A: Oh yeah, when they first told me that Elvis had died, I said', Oh no. That's not Elvis. That's his dad. His dad died'. I said', No'. You know. They had a hard time convincing me that it was really him. Cause he was just so young and vital and alive. And I didn't think he was sick. Very sick, you know.

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[ATEEZ] Mafia!San - Will You Join Me?

word count: 2.9k warnings: explicit language, gun use, violence, description of death (not explicit), sexually suggestive, gets a lil steamy summary: cupid has a bullet with your name on it a/n: Y/N a little dramatic and San annoying af. I wrote this in a two hour flash at 2am, so this might be deleted after I reread it tomorrow because I’m pretty sure a lot of this is just me chatting shit.

1. Yoon, David – 12:45 Note to self: likes donuts. probs dunkin’, maybe krispy? idk just look for a man w a paper bag.

“I’ll have to warn you though, the lift is under maintenance, so you’ll have to take the stairs.” The receptionist smiled at you sympathetically. “I can get someone to help you with your suitcase if you’d like?”

“Oh no, it’s ok, I’ll just find another place to stay. I have weak knees anyway.” You forced a laugh and hoped the lady didn’t notice the dead look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry about that, love.”

Turning away with your suitcase in tow, you headed towards the building opposite the hotel and hoped that the rooftop would be easy enough to access.

It was quite irresponsible of you not to have a backup plan. It seemed that being named the sharpest shooter in the underground world had gotten to your head a little, but you argued that a bit of spontaneity never hurt anybody. Though your target would beg to differ.

Being a public building of offices, it was all too easy for you to reach the roof of the building. You found that walking with your held head high and gaze set straight ahead would never get you questioned. Who would ever stop someone with a walk so confident?

Thankfully, the rooftop hadn’t been turned into some garden space: an air-conditioning fan over here, a water tank over there. You checked your wristwatch reading 12:40 and muttered under your breath. The damn hotel lift had taken precious minutes of your time and compromised your view.

You opened your suitcase to set up your sniper, giving your little black cat charm on the side of your gun a squish. Cute.

Sitting on the case with your stock snug against your shoulder, you peered into the scope to get a closer view of the revolving doors to the bank. Oh great, there’s a lamppost in the way.

Mr. Yoon was apparently quite the punctual man, always seen stepping into the bank doors after his lunch break at exactly quarter to one and therefore, your window of opportunity was thin.

“I want it done today or you’re getting sniped yourself, Y/N.” You heard the voice of your boss yap in your head again. Blah blah blah, same old threat. You argued that procrastinating the man’s death was actually something very considerate of you to do.

You heard a familiar clatter of metal hit the floor and you turned your scope to the rooftop opposite to see a man in overalls with his toolbox open on the floor.

“Lift maintenance guy?” You muttered to yourself and wondered if the mechanics of elevators ran all the way through to the rooftop. You made sure that you wouldn’t be in his line of vision and swivelled back to your original position, cursing the man under your breath for ruining your first choice of setup.

12:44

“Come on, Yoon. Lunch time’s almost over.” Your finger lay restless on the trigger, itching to get a glimpse of the bank teller.

20 seconds.

“Krispy or Dunkin’ what will it be today, entertain me.”

10 seconds.

You saw the man turn the corner and waited for him to get a little closer for you to shoot.

5 seconds.

“That’s it, just past the lamppost and you won’t even know what hit y- what the FU-?” You shouted and quickly clasped a hand to your mouth. Mr. Yoon hadn’t even made it past the post, and he was already laying on the pavement in a growing pool of blood.

Calculating the angle in which he was laying, you spun your vision around to the hotel rooftop and saw the maintenance man begin to pack up a sniper back into his toolbox. Taking off his cap, you noticed a flash of white in his jet-black hair and just like he knew you were watching, he turned with a smug grin on his face and shot you some finger guns.

“Oh, you little fucker.” You spat, and watched the man jump down into a hatch to disappear.

You slumped dramatically onto the floor and splayed your limbs to stare blankly at the sky. Never in your life had you ever missed a shot, let alone have it stolen by someone else, and your boss had your phone ringing to rub it in your face.

“That wasn’t you, was it?”

“Listen, what if? You know, what if that was my thirteenth reason? I just couldn’t take it anymore and that was it. No more Y/N. You wouldn’t even come to my funeral, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t because you’d be too broke to have one. You realise you’re not getting paid for this?”

“Why? He’s still dead?” You sat up in disbelief.

“Well, it turns out someone else wanted him gone too. I can’t lie to our client and say that we did it.”

“You’re oddly moral for someone that runs a hotline for hitmen.”

“I’ll call you if I find you another job.”

“Justice for freelance contract killers.” You muttered weakly as he ended the call. The faint sound of police sirens filled the air as you let out a heavy sigh and lay back on the concrete.

You pictured the man and wondered who it was that would even think to render the notorious Y/N L/N jobless. Though you did have to admit that it was a clean shot.

“Skunk-hair looking ass.”

2. Kim, Seungho – 18:00 Note to self: babysitting. easy target but kid knows NOTHING.

You were stationed by a corner window in an unfinished apartment building with a trainee by your side, setting up his kit.

Stood by the trainee, you scanned to see if everything was in the right place, checking the kid’s posture too. You had been sent by your boss to reluctantly train a young recruit and you joked if you had been demoted following your last predicament. You were never in it for the money though, you lived for the adrenaline.

The boy had potential and you saw it, he just needed to make cleaner shots because three bullets somewhat near the target’s vital organs wasn’t going to cut it.

“What’s your name again?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The recruit replied, his eyes never leaving yours, in absolute awe.

“Eyes on the scope.”

“I’m sorry, nobody told me I’d be getting trained by you. The Seoul Shooter? Like wow.”

“Ew, is that what they’re calling me?”

“Yeah, well I think it’s a pretty cool name, they used to call me ‘Jitman’ in my hometown, not very creati-”

You shushed the boy and tapped his shoulder as you pointed to a small figure in the distance.

“You see him through the scope? Now keep your hand steady, never feel as if you’re being rushed. Death works to your schedule.”

“Got it.” Jisung said, following the man with his gun.

“Ok, on 3… 2… 1…”

You heard the bullet cut through the evening air and hit the target neatly through his office window.

“Bro? That was so clean? That has to be one of the sexiest shots I’ve seen in a while-” You began.

“Uhh, that wasn’t me, Y/N.”

Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the rustle of footsteps patter down the stairs behind you. Taking out your handgun, you moved towards the open door to find the same man you had seen on the hotel rooftop stop in his tracks on the landing. Clad in a fitted black sweater and jeans this time, he looked a whole lot more attractive close up.

“You again?” You exclaimed; gun still pointed at the man as he dropped his duffel bag to raise his hands.

His eyes widened, not in shock, but more with an excited glint in his eyes.

“Oh my, it’s Y/N, the Seoul Shooter.” A coy smile painted his lips as he shook his white fringe out of his eyes.

“See, everyone calls you that.” Jisung interjected from behind.

“Shut up, Han.”

“Word around town is that you’ve been unemployed for some time now,” nodding towards Han, he added, “and it looks like the rumours are true.”

“I’ve actually decided to take a break you know? Let the other kids have a chance at making a name for themselves. Bit of charity work.”

“Y/N kinda got demoted because you keep taking their shots.” Han interrupted again.

“Hey, who told you that?!” You narrowed your eyes at the boy. Han Jisung was a smart ass and you vowed then and there that you wouldn’t take on any more training sessions.

You whipped your head back around to the man eyeing your body up and down.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Unless you really wanna get shot.” You spat.

“Well, I’d die a happy man if you were the last thing I’d see.” He smirked in retaliation and studied your eyes carefully. “Well, my job here is done, I better be on my way. Got a big cheque waiting for me.” He grinned as he reached to grab his bag and carry his way on down the stairs with footsteps too light-hearted for your liking.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Jisung asked as you watched the man disappear into the evening.

“I don’t think killing a man for taking my shots is justified.”

“What, and sniping Mr. Kim Seungho just before he gets to feel the bliss of clocking out is?” He laughed. “Do you know what I think, Y/N?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I’m not going to say anything.”

Han Jisung tormented you the whole drive back to the quarters.

“Y/N and Skunk Man sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lo-”

Smack.

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.” He laughed as an idea struck him, “K-I-D-D-I-N-”

Smack.

3. Park, Kiha - 10:32 Note to self: bad man. bad, bad man. but big, big cheque.

Having had your last two shots stolen, mystery Skunk Man was beginning to get on your nerves. You were seething to the point that you demanded your boss give you another job, itching to defend your title of being the finest shooter in Seoul.

Laying on the floor of a rooftop hangar, the man had the gall to pop up out of the hatch to set up his station right next to you, as if you were both on some picnic.

"Nice seeing you here today, Y/N." He said, sitting cross legged to mount a scope to the top of his sniper.

Not even bothering to take your eyes off the target, you muttered, "I got here first, you better back off." voice laced with venom.

"Well I've been promised a cheque too, we're all just trying to get fed around here."

Ignoring him, you glanced down at your watch that read 10:31. Any time now, Park Kiha would be walking through the glass bridge to get to his meeting in the twin building.

Steadying your finger against the trigger, you held your breath and counted down from three, two, o-

"I like your cat charm by the way."

You pulled the trigger only for it to stray a little to the right, still hitting your target, just a little less central than you would have accepted.

You shot up from your position to face the man laying on his side, head propped up against his hand to look at you.

"Do you have something against me? Do I even know you?" You exclaimed, carding your gloved hand through your hair.

"No uhh, but I saw your face on a bounty poster once and thought you were cute." He said, attitude too blasé. "That was a nice shot though, I was going to wait a few more seconds."

"So you saw my picture, and started following me around to antagonise me?"

"Nah, I just happened to be super lucky to have been put on the same cases as you. Big bad men have a lot of people after them I guess?"

Throwing your equipment back into your bag, you watched the man proceed to roll over onto his back with his arms behind his head to look up at the sky.

The mid-morning sun cast a golden glow over his skin and though you spent most of your life working with guns, his uniform and kit next to him looked a little different, almost attractive. They suited him a little too much and you thought that if a sleek sniper were to be personified, it would look exactly like this leather clad man.

"I should ask for your number, the way you're looking at me right now, Y/N."

"Good luck, you won't get it." You turned to step down the hatch as he propped himself up again to watch you leave.

Choi, San – 15:25 Note to self: he’s kinda hot tho :/

So, we had finally put a name to the face. As your boss handed you a folder, you were slightly taken aback at the small ID picture pinned to the top of the file.

“You might be a little happy about this one.” He said, taking a sip of coffee. “He’s been recently recruited by ATEEZ as their sniper. Quite a deadly one too. He was scouted shooting pheasants down in the Namhae countryside apparently.”

“Hmm, how much?” You questioned.

“A million dollars.”

“Excuse me? A mill-?” You choked on the air and composed yourself just as quick to nonchalantly lean against the filing cabinet and look out the window, “I don’t know, he didn’t look a million dollars-worth to me.”

“He hasn’t been in the game long, but man has he taken down some big names.”

Though you didn’t necessarily feel too attached to Choi San, you did think that you were going to miss him a little. It was nice having a friend on your level to spar with.

Who were you kidding? You thought he was hot and that it would be a shame to have to shoot him.

But on second thought, you had been itching for the adrenaline in the trigger again, and the million dollars looked a lot sexier to you than some man.

“I’ll take it.”

San was all too easy to find. He seemed to enjoy hiding in plain sight since no common person would recognize him in the bustling streets of Gangnam. Nestled in the corner of another rooftop, you zoned in on the recognizable black and white hair sat outside on the terrace of a café.

Once you were ready, you repositioned your finger on the trigger and focused the cross hairs on the familiar head. You were steady until San lifted his head and stared right back at you through the scope, sending you a wink.

“Shit.” You muttered, his actions throwing you off and when you repositioned your aim, he had slipped into the crowd, now lost.

“No, no, no, no, no, Choi San, ugh.” Seeing that he knew what you were up to, you got up to pace around the rooftop. Your mind worked nonstop to find an alternate solution but all you could conclude was to go home, stay low and pick another day to continue.

This man had thrown you into the worst slump of your life, but you were somewhat enjoying the chase and you hated to admit it.

The abrupt sound of a closing of a door behind you had everything clicking into place.

“You pretty motherfucker, had this planned, didn’t you?” You laughed.

Upon hearing the cocking of a gun, you turned to pull out the throwing knife strapped to your thigh and pulled his body in by his collar to reach his throat. And it just turned out that San had the same idea in pushing his handgun up underneath your chin at the same time, faces a little too close.

“I like your beret.” San said candidly, jerking his brow up at the hat on your head.

“Me, too. It’s Marine Serre.”

“Nice choice.”

“I’m going to count down from three and we’re going to drop our weapons, ok? And talk this out like adults because I for one, didn’t wanna kill you.” You bargained.

“Sure.”

“Three, two, one!” The both of you pulled away for a split second in bluff only to reposition your weapons against each other’s throats again.

“I knew it.” San smirked.

“No, for real this time. I mean it.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He smiled as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“Three, two, o-”

San cut you off by leaning into your lips, placing onto them a kiss so intense, almost mirroring the violent nature of the situation. However, what surprised you more was that you let yourself melt back into him. He let his gun clatter to the floor to walk you backwards into the wall behind, hoisting your leg up around his waist.

You broke away from the kiss for air when he smiled, “I mean, it is kinda hot, but I would appreciate it if you could stop holding that knife against my throat right now, Y/N.”

“Ugh, fine.” You muttered as San leaned back in to kiss you whilst roaming his hand around your thigh, ridding you of the rest of your knives and smirking against your lips in satisfaction.

Feeling his bulge grind between your legs, you both only grew more fervent for each other as you kissed.

“Wait, I wanna take you on a date first.” He pulled away to look you in the eye.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Mhmm, to Bar 1117.” He hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Isn’t that your company’s place…?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna love you.” He whispered, peppering small kisses down your throat.

“Are you trying to recruit me or fuck me, San?”

"I mean, you can kill me now and leave for that million dollars or you can come with me for a new job and that million dollar dick."

"You're unbelievable."

“I heard you were doing freelance anyway, baby.” He looked into your eyes again, a mischievous glow blooming across his face, “So, will you join me?”

disclaimer: San’s pie chart hair is one of my all time faves but I also can’t stop thinking that it looks a little skunk-like. In the cutest way. a/n: I've edited this a lot since I posted it and I think I'm gonna keep it

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lucy-sky · 3 years ago

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The Break of Dawn (Leo Barnes x f!Reader)

You work in a small diner not far from the bus station and try to get over a tragic event that happened to you three years ago. Leo Barnes is one of the steady customers, and at some point you realize there's mutual attraction between the two of you. There's no time for romance though - only one night left before the annual Purge, and Leo has an important job to keep Senator Roan safe as it's the only chance to finally put an end to the Purge.

Words: 3 656

Warnings: Sexual content (not super detailed, I would rate this story as Mature rather than Explicit, but still they f*ck), a bit of angst (trigger warning: loss), but Leo is a caring and protective guy who’s ready to hold you

A/N: My first time writing Leo Barnes or any Frank Grillo character, so please don't be mean :))

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @skvatnavle, @lunamoon-87

“There he is.”

Stella pokes you with her elbow.

“What?”

“Your tough guy. He’s here,” she nods to the corner of the diner and you don’t even need to follow her gesture to know that Leo Barnes is sitting there, his usual spot. He’s a bit early today, and it’s understandable - you too find it harder to sleep well as the Purge is getting closer.

“He’s not my tough guy, Stells,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Tell it to someone else,” she snorts. “So far I’m just wondering how long you’re gonna keep ignoring that sexual tension…”

“Stella, please.”

“What? Honestly, I don’t know why he’s being such a gentleman… But just FYI, y/n… You know it’s not the 19th century and you actually can make the first move?”

“Even if I wanted to, it’s not the right time,” you shrug. “You know he’s doing an important job. He’s got plenty of stuff to think about and it’s definitely not romance.”

“Who’s talking about romance, sis?” Stella laughs. “You’re both so goddamn tense, you need to blow off some steam. No, seriously. You need to get laid. He needs to get laid. It’s just way too obvious!”

“Oh dear god, just please shut up…” you groan.

“Fine,” she gives you a wicked smirk. “If you don’t want him, then I’m bringing his order.”

You chuckle at this.

“Don’t you dare.”

To be completely honest, you can’t deny that Stella is partly right. There is something between you and this grumpy silent man in the corner. But what exactly? You can’t really put it into words, it’s not just the attraction, or sexual tension as Stella says. You do find him handsome though, you admit that. A couple of times when he was wearing a t-shirt, you caught yourself staring at his muscular arms. Yes, guilty. And still… There’s more than that. You’d call it some sort of mutual understanding.

Leo Barnes works for Senator Roan. In the past, he used to be a cop, now he is the head of security for her. You learnt that one night when he was here, having his usual late dinner. The TV was on, evening news, something about the election of course. And suddenly you noticed him there, standing behind Roan’s back with another guy in a formal dark suit. You blinked, stared at the screen, then looked back at him. He caught your glance.

“Is that… you?” you blurted, realizing too late that you said it out loud. But he smiled, and in his smile there was no anger or annoyance.

“Apparently so,” he replied with a soft chuckle and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “How do I look?”

You started talking ever since then. Barnes usually came to the diner twice - in the morning he just had a mug of black coffee, and in the evening he ordered something to eat. Mornings were often crowded as many people passed the diner before heading to work in the city, so you were busy. But the evenings were mostly quiet.

You often stayed at work late, covering Stella who had to run to her kids or another date. You didn’t mind that since work was always your way to escape. Nobody was waiting for you at home anyways. Somehow, Leo Barnes started to keep you company. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were never into heartfelt conversations with the clients here, but something just clicked. Especially after you learnt about his job and it became clear that your views on the Purge are the same.

Many people hate The Purge, as well as many people support it. Some people hate it because they’re scared for their loved ones, their business (small shop owners who don’t have enough money to afford the Purge insurance often suffer), or they hate it just because they’re against violence in general. And the others… They have more personal reasons. You’re one of them. And somehow, even if you don’t know for sure, you just feel like Leo Barnes has personal reasons as well. He never really told you, and you don’t dare to ask because you know well enough how the memories can hurt. You didn’t tell him either. But still, you don’t know how exactly it worked, you just looked at each other and saw it. It’s like an unspoken secret between the two of you. The details don’t matter anyway. Your stories are in the past and you can’t change it, but what you can change is the future. If Senator Charlene Roan wins the election - the Purge will finally end. You can help with your vote, and Leo… Leo is determined to do anything to help her survive this year. Just this year, and hopefully no one would ever have to survive this nightmare again. You both want it more than anything else.

“Hey.”

You smile at Leo as you place a mug of coffee and a plate on the table in front of him.

“Hey…” he looks confused when he sees the food. Nothing really special: eggs, bacon, some beans and a toast. “What’s that? I... only asked for the usual…”

“Just thought you might need some extra fuel,” you shug. “Only one night left before the Purge, so… you must have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right… I actually do,” he gives you a tired smile. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” you nod and turn to leave, but Leo suddenly touches your arm and you freeze.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you face him again.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes… Why are you asking?..” you give him a puzzled look.

“Well uh… To be honest I’d be happier if you took a day off… You know, just to make sure you’re safe…”

You feel the heat on your cheeks. Does… does he worry about you?.. The realization makes your heart shrink for a second. Apparently he’s not just someone who understands, he’s someone who cares. You already forgot what it feels like when someone really cares. Well, of course there are your parents, but they’re far away… And Leo, he’s right here.

“It’s okay,” you say, trying not to look too baffled. “Tomorrow we’re closing the diner earlier, right after lunchtime, so I’ll be home long before the Purge begins. There’s no need to worry, really.”

“Good,” Barnes nods. “I just… don’t think I’ll be able to come over and check on you tomorrow, so I just…” he stutters as if trying to figure out something to say.

“I just want you to be careful, okay?” he finally utters, and to your surprise his hand reaches yours, squeezing it lightly. “Just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah, I... Of course I will,” you try to smile reassuringly. “I promise.”

There’s about five minutes left before closing hour when Leo appears. As usual, you’re still here, helping Mary, the chief and the owner’s wife with all the cleaning up after the working day. While she’s in the kitchen, you wipe the tables, TV-set is murmuring something in the corner. The election, the purge… Always the same.

“You’re closed?” he asks, meeting your gaze. “Sorry, I… Didn’t realize it’s that late already…”

“We’re about to close, but it’s fine, come in!” you assure smiling at him maybe a bit more brightly than you wanted to show. “We’ll get you something to eat, right, Mary?”

“Sure thing,” she replies from the kitchen door. You weren’t the only one who saw Barnes on TV. Since then, he became an always welcome guest as the diner owners supported Roan as well. Otherwise, to be honest you don’t think you could possibly be able to work for them.

You put a plate with food in front Leo as he takes a seat at the counter. While he’s eating silently, you wipe the coffee mugs and place them carefully on the shelf. The TV keeps talking. Something about the bloomimg economy and international murder tourists who keep coming to the US to take part in the annual Purge. You glance at the screen, see their gut-wrenchingly excited faces.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath and shake your head. “Fucking insane.”

“True,” you nearly jump at his words, as you didn’t realize Leo heard you. “I knew people who killed someone on Purge night for… different reasons. But those who kill just because they enjoy it, for fun or sport or whatever you call it - those are the most dangerous.”

“They’re just psychopaths. People like that should be kept in mental hospitals or something. But they just walk around as if nothing’s wrong with them. And the new founding fathers keep telling them how proud they are of them…”

“Roan’s gonna make it stop,” Mary joins the conversation. “This lady’s got some balls, am I right, sir?”

“Yes ma’am,” Barnes chuckles. “She absolutely got them.”

You leave the diner together with Leo. Mary chose to stay inside, waiting for her husband to come pick her up in a few minutes. The night is a bit chilly; you’re shivering, not sure if it’s the cold or the fact that you’re alone with him for the first time.

“Where’s your car?” he asks.

“Oh um… It’s in the service actually. So I’m going to the bus station right over there,” you point. Barnes frowns.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Stella promised to give me a ride home. Leo… I’ll be okay. It’s not the first Purge night in my life, you know.”

“Right,” he clears his throat. “Anyway, since I’m here I can drive you home.”

“You… sure it’s okay?” your voice betrays you a little. “I mean you must be tired…”

“I’m okay,” he assures, then nods at his car. “Come on. I insist.”

“Okay,” you hear yourself saying.

You’re mostly silent on the way. You feel a bit tense, but also kinda… weirdly excited to be in this car, next to him. Damn. Is Stella right, and you’re actually into him? Definitely so. But after all these years you almost completely forgot how it feels - to be into someone or how the relationships work. As if you’re a teenager again. Leo Barnes is the first man who actually made you think of something close to romantic longing since… That night.

“It’s here?” he asks as you reach your house. You nod, and he pulls over. You wait for him to say something, to tell you goodnight maybe, but he doesn’t. Without the sound of the car engine, the silence between you becomes even more awkward. You open your mouth to say goodbye to him, but instead different words suddenly come out.

“Leo, I…”

He looks at you intently. You stare down at your knees.

“Yeah?”

“I just… The fact that you worry about me - it’s very nice of you, really. And… I just wanted you to know that I worry about you too. I worry about you a lot actually…”

“Y/n…” his voice is quiet as he brings his hand to your face, gently urging you to look up at him. His eyes look darker than usual in the dim light of the street lamp nearby. You think if it’s possible to drown in someone’s eyes you’d already be gone.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” he says softly. “It’s gonna be a tough night for sure, but I’ll be fine, I have to be fine. You gotta trust me on this. You trust me?”

“Yes,” you barely whisper, unable to take your eyes from his, and when the tension becomes almost unbearable, his lips finally crush on yours.

You both expected and didn’t expect it, didn’t dare to admit even to yourself how much you really wanted it. Your breath hitches somewhere in your throat as you kiss him back eagerly, forgetting about everything and everyone for this moment that lasts so long and so painfully short at once. You’re both panting as your lips part, foreheads pressed together.

“I… I think I should go,” you mumble as a rush of panic suddenly overwhelms you.

“Yeah… Yeah…” he nods. “You should get some rest.”

“You too.”

You squeeze his hand for a second. Gosh, you didn’t even realize your hand was on his all this time.

“Good night,” you finally murmur, bracing yourself to get out of the car. You feel like something else needs to be said, but can’t really figure out what.

You enter the house and just lean against the door, heart hammering wildly inside your chest. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. What the hell just happened? And why are you reacting like that? There’s nothing wrong about this kiss. You’re two single adults… Well, probably single. Leo doesn’t wear a ring, so… Damn it, you really got out of practice when it comes to relationships.

A knock on the door made your eyes snap open. As if in a daze, you slowly turn and reach the door handle, already knowing who you’re going to see.

Leo doesn’t say anything. And you can’t read the expression in his eyes, or you simply don’t have time for it, because the next moment he steps inside, his hands cup your cheeks and he kisses you with such longing and desperation it nearly kicks the breath out of your lungs. You don’t know what you’re doing any more, but your fingers are already in his dark hair, scratching the nape of his neck while his lips and tongue keep attacking your mouth. It feels like shockwaves running through your body, and for the first time in years you feel just so alive. All this time your feelings, passions and emotions were asleep, everything around you seemed pale and lifeless as if someone turned down the contrast, but something changed. Not right now, not in the snap of a finger, of course; it happened gradually. Something kept changing deep within you since the very first time your eyes met, and now - you’re finally ready to feel something. To let him in.

You don't think about it though. Or about anything else, to be honest. All you can focus on is what his lips are doing to you, how hot his breath is and how weirdly nice his stubble feels against your skin. Leo’s coat falls on the floor. His big hands seize your waist as he lifts you up, causing you to grip onto his broad shoulders. Pressing you against the nearest wall, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the kisses are sloppy, open-mouthed, and you can't suppress a soft moan. He's big and strong, you feel small underneath him, but you like it.

You can’t even remember clearly how you finally reached the bedroom, frantically helping each other to get rid of the clothes. When you tumble down and he hovers over you, the skin to skin contact is overwhelming. He brushes your hair away from your flushed face, kisses you with sudden tenderness. The look in his hazel eyes is warm yet still full of passion as you cup his cheek and he presses his lips to your palm. An affectionate gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you both are too impatient to be soft right now. So he leans in, kissing you harder this time, grunting against your mouth when you pull him closer, craving as much of him as possible. You can feel him twitching against your lower belly as you wrap your legs around him, eager to get more pressure. He’s not even inside you yet, but it already feels so good you can’t help bucking your hips, earning a low groan from him at the friction. His lips trail along your jawline, down to the side of your neck, where he kisses and nibbles, and you just know there’s gonna be marks tomorrow, but damn, you can’t care less.

When he finally enters you and starts moving, you’re almost delirious. Clinging to him, you gasp and whisper his name into his skin, feel the muscles on his back tense as he thrusts deeper. The wave of bliss hits you so hard your vision turns blurry and for a few seconds it feels like you’re not there.

Reality comes back to you slowly, with all the dark and troubled thoughts you can’t escape. Leo is lying next to you with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, so you think he must be asleep. Good for him. Carefully, you slip out of the bed to get a glass of water. It doesn’t help you to get rid of the lump in your throat though. Back to the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and let out a deep sigh, trying to fight back tears. Too many emotions for one night.

“Y/n.”

Leo’s voice doesn’t even seem sleepy. You can feel him shifting in bed to reach you, the warmth of his calloused hand stroking your back soothingly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, uh…” You shake your head, bringing your hand to rub your eyes. “I’m good. It’s just… It’s been a while since I… You know…”

“I know. It’s been a while for me as well.”

“I lost my boyfriend three years ago,” you blurt out, surprising yourself that you said it out loud. “During the Purge night. He um… He was a medical student. We lived in an apartment building and we heard someone crying for help. I wanted to stop him but he just couldn’t ignore someone who needed help, you know. He got shot accidentally, right into his head. There was no chance to save him.”

Leo’s hand gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Sorry, I… Don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’ve never talked about him since the funeral…”

“It’s okay,” he moves closer, pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“I was so angry at first, you know,” now that you start talking you seemingly cannot stop. “I wished I could find and kill them. But then I thought he wouldn’t want me to become a murderer...”

He presses his forehead against the back of your head for a moment. “I know how you feel, y/n.”

You finally turn to meet his gaze.

“I lost my son. I know what this anger feels like. Two years ago all I was thinking about on the Purge night was revenge. I was determined, almost obsessed.”

“Did… you do it?”

“No. I was close to it. Very close. But… One wise person made me realize that it wouldn’t help. Violence only brings more violence.”

“It has to be stopped,” you whisper.

“Yes,” he nods. “That’s why I left the police. Cops have to stay away from the Purge. I couldn’t any more. At least now I know I'm doing the right thing.”

“Right… Just… I’m just scared of losing you too,” you say very quietly, but he hears you anyway. His strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer, enclosing into his warmth. Making you feel safe.

“Hey, hey...” He whispers into your hair as he nuzzles into the top of your head. “It’s not gonna happen, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

You have no doubt your colleagues noticed who drove you to work this morning. But today no one is in the mood for comments, not even Stella. Even though the work goes on as usual, there’s still this tension in the air before the Purge night.

Through the window you can see a bunch of guys gathered around the car with an open trunk full of baseball bats and other stuff you can’t discern. The owner proudly shows off his stuff, other guys laugh, they look pretty chill and relaxed, and your stomach nearly twists at the sight.

All night you could barely sleep a wink. A knock on the door drags you out of troubled slumber. At first you’re not even sure if you really heard it or it was in your dream. But the sounds repeat and you jump off the bed and without even caring to slip something over the huge t-shirt you sleep in. Barefoot, you rush to the door, open it with shaky hands.

He looks so exhausted it seems like he can barely stand. The collar of his shirt that used to be white is now stained with blood. And yet… He’s smiling.

“Leo!..” you gasp, stepping towards him and bringing your hand to his stubbly cheek. “Oh my god, are you… Everything okay?..”

“I’m great,” he breathes out huskily, and his smile slowly turns into a wide grin. “We did it, baby.”

You don’t even try to hold back tears as you fall into his arms, bury your face into his chest. He smells a bit like sweat and blood, but you absolutely don’t care. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you mumble into his ruined shirt. “I’m here,” he whispers back, stroking your hair. Then you realize the two of you are still standing at the porch.

“Alright,” you say, drawing back a little. “Let’s get you in, you need some rest… And you’re probably hungry too… And you definitely need a shower…”

“Wait, y/n. Let’s just… Stay here for a bit? I think we both need to catch a breath,” he chuckles crookedly, reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. You smile back.

“Okay.”

Sitting on the porch with your head on Leo’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your frame, you watch the sky becoming lighter and lighter as the dawn breaks. You can hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. The city’s slowly getting back to life, waking up after another nightmare.

You both know it’s not the end, the war isn’t won yet, but at least you won this very important battle. And for the first time in what seems like ages you have a good feeling about the future.

Thanks for reading!

Hugs, Lucy

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter two rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

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Moving and finding an apartment can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re you, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it.

Your dad dropped dead three weeks after you told Andy you were moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of you trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. You doubted you’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for you. As his only child, you got his apartment in Queens and all his smelly hoodies.

You said your goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. You had originally moved there after high school to start your show, The L/n Report. San Francisco was known for its crimes against the homeless population and you wanted to start with a story on that. You ended up interviewing Andy at the police station while investigating a missing person, and dated him for two years. Now, you were spending your last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy you once loved and the very girl he now did.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” You answered her. She smiled fondly at you as she linked her arm through yours.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” You whispered, nodding towards Andy, who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and nodded in agreement as you continued to walk.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re my best friend here.” She sighed sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” You thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2021, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. You laughed at the domestic moment but couldn’t help feeling a pain in your heart knowing he used to be that way with you.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. You and Dani looked at him before looking at each other and laughing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, growing annoyed.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded playfully. Andy sighed and reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked you. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back.” You shrugged. “I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.”

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased you.

“That is verbatim what they said to me.” You admitted with a laugh. “But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest investigative reporter.”

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy showed a rare interest in your work.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady.” You answered. “He’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens. No one knows how he’s hiding his victims bodies. Apparently none have ever been close to being found.”

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Andy raised an eyebrow, always with the condescending tone.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” You replied, earning a laugh from Dani but not Andy. You and Andy had already broken up by the time Carlton Drake contracted a symbiote and tried to kill you and Venom. You stopped him before he could hurt anyone and wrote a career defining article on his lethal human experiments. You managed to leave out all information regarding symbiotes from the article, so your secret was still safe. You were a fairly well known reporter since the incident and your next job was waiting for you in New York.

In the morning, You and Venom got on a plane and made your way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom turned out to be the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. You tried to sleep, but every two seconds you had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window, even after you explained to her that everyone on the plane would die horrible death if the window were to open.

“Stop that.” You whispered when you noticed a black tendril creeping towards the window. The lady in the seat next to you shot me a look of confusion. You gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window, doing your best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of your body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“We want it open.” Venom replied telepathically.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” You said through my teeth.

“We didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered, making you groan. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, you arrived at the apartment building. You had never been to your dads apartment, you didn’t even know he had one. You wondered what happened to your childhood home as you looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was, and The Daily Bugle offered to cover your expenses until the story was done. You figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

The first seven days in the apartment went by smoothly. You unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up the furniture. On the eight day, you sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when you had a thought.

“Oh shit.” You said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around your neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists.” You frowned. “We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.”

You and Venom grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on your shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Oops. I grabbed someone else’s mail too.” You clicked your tongue when you read a strangers name off the envelope. “I gotta find them.”

“Let’s go.” Venom said and pulled you towards the front door.

“Sorry, babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” You reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside your body.

You checked the address of the envelope and discovered that it belonged to the apartment directly across from you.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it as you mindlessly cracked your knuckles. Just as you were about to walk away, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” You asked right away. You looked up from the envelope and your face instantly flushed. The person staring back at you definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around your age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was gelled back loosely and you could see the outline of soft curls. To your surprise, he was just as flushed as you were. You stared at each other for a moment, no one wanting to be the first to blink.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. You recognized the name of one of the most prestigious high schools in New York, already impressed with your new neighbor.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly as you handed his mail to him. The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at it and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He smiled weakly. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons.

“Oh, right.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.”

You pointed to the door behind you as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit once you told him where you lived.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said and you stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” You told him, malign the boys eyes widen. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. You had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” You chuckled. It was the first thing you said that felt like your old self. You hadn’t really talked to anyone since moving to New York, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. You liked talking to this boy, though you still had no idea who he was.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He immediately turned red when he heard his own words. You saw the regret in his eyes and decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” You flirted. Again, he relaxed. You felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean, Peter Parker.” He fumbled over his words again, making you smile fondly.

“We like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. You looked down at my shoes and blushed, knowing you liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added, ruining the moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” You gave him your best smile. “I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type.” You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t know what his sense of humor was like and he might not find you the slightest but funny. Andy always told you you were bad at telling jokes, and you feared he might be right.

Lucky for you, Peter burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry.” Peter pointed a finger down the hall. “Yeah, I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.”

“Damn. So he beat me to asking you.” You pretended to be upset, which made Peter laugh again. The sound of his laugh made your heart pick up speed. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed you, Andy was just lucky you liked a man in uniform.

“Yeah. You better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard.” You clicked your tongue. “Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops, though.”

Peter smiled at your joke. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh just to see it again. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“My hero.” You gushed as you put your hands over your heart. The tips of his ears went pink, like he was shocked that you said that.

“I’m no hero.” He sounded almost panicked, like you touched a nerve or something.

“We’re hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing you to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at you strangely, not knowing the cause of your sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied.

“If there was a spider, we’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yeah, New York is full of them.” Peter said skeptically. “Not that full, though. And some spiders are nice. One might even call them friendly.”

“Right.” You laughed at his strange wording, unaware that you were both keeping a secret.

“Would…” Peter began but trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He offered. It all came out in one breath. You could tell he was nervous and that only drew you in more.

“I’d love to Peter.” You said, and he smiled in relief.

“Great.” He gave an awkward thumbs up. “We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Then, you did something stupid. You put your hand on his arm like the dumb bitch you were. You barely knew this guy. Who the hell were you to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing, since he instantly froze under your touch and stared at your hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” You assured him, feeling him relax under your touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning us first? Our mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked, making your eyes widen.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, you would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER” from the top of your lungs. But since you didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of the neighbors away, you merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no.” You shook your head. “His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one makes me cry.”

Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down your body, but not in a crude way. You berated yourself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors, clad in nothing but a grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute, but you had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and you could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He was dressed almost professionally and you found it incredibly endearing.

You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. You wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Your gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi, Mr. S. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter hung up and looked at you apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” You called back.

You went back to your apartment and like a kid, broke out into a happy dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was?” You gushed. “And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.”

Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” You replied coyly. “Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.”

“We can feel your heart beat.” Venom reminded you. “It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?”

You had been rummaging through your closet and stopped in your tracks. With Peters new inhabitance in your mind, you had forgotten all about Andy. You moved to New York to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and you might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say.” You decided. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But we want him to be.” Venom insisted. “We want him back, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want.” You answered honestly. “I just want to get ready for tonight.”

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall.” Venom teased.

“Only 5 hours?” You sighed. “We better get moving.”

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nights-legacy · 3 years ago

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Funny Way of Showing It - Shinsou x Sister! Reader Pt. 1

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+You are the sister of Hitoshi Shinso. You are the same age and were both adopted by Aizawa and Yamada as a young children. Everyone knows how Hitoshi wanted to be in the hero course but instead you got in. You have a force field quirk that can be both used defensively and offensively. He says he's proud of you but why then is he pulling away from you?

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I jumped in excitement after my letter of acceptance finished. I got into UA. Class 1-A even! I ran out of my room to Hitoshi’s. I knocked on the door lightly, not sure if he had finished his yet. I heard a humph inside before someone approached the door. I recognized the humph as a bad one. I set my head on the door frame as he opened the door.

“Hi.” I said. He nodded before turning back into his room. He plopped down on his bed. I sat down Indian style next to him. “So…did you get in?”

“Yeah.” He said solemnly. I cocked my head to the side. He glanced at me before sighing. “I got in but I got into General Studies, that’s it.” He said while closing his eyes. I saw an irritated look pass over his face before it went neutral. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I got in too.” I shrugged and looked away. I pursed my lips, feeling bad now. I know how bad he wanted to be in the hero course. I didn’t really care where I ended up. In reality, I was just trying to support Hitoshi.

“What class?” I heard him shift. He sat up, propped his knees up, and propped his arms on his knees. He looked at me expectantly. I sighed and straightened my back.

“Class 1-A.” I said biting my lip. I didn’t want to look at him but I did anyway. He was looking down with a slight upset look in his face. “I’m sorry Hitoshi. I know how much you wanted…” He held his hand to stop me. I snapped my mouth shut.

“It’s alright, sis.” He said. He set his hand down on mine. “I may be disappointed in placement but that doesn’t mean I can’t be in the hero course one day.” He smiled. I nodded before he pulled me into a bear hug.

“Ah!” I yelled and giggled.

“I am so proud of you though!” He said enthusiastically. “You didn’t even think you would get in let alone the top hero class. See, I told you your quirk is worth more than a shield.”

“Yeah, you were right.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him off by elbowing him. He groaned and let go. I looked over at him, he seemed happy but I knew that this would bother him more than he would let on. A few chuckles from the door caught our attention. We looked to see our dads standing there.

“Congrats you two.” Dadzawa said. He had a soft smile on his face. PapaMic was nearly jumping in place.

“Did you two know?”

“Weeellll…” Papa started. “We knew that you two got in but we didn’t know your placements until your letters were delivered.”

“Just in case loud mouth here couldn’t keep his mouth shut.” Dad threw his thumb over his shoulder. We laughed as Papa looked at him in annoyance. “Also, just because you are now my student, doesn’t mean I’m going to be easy on you young lady/man.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said hopping up. “Just please, all I ask is don’t expel the entirety of the class like that one time. That would suck.”

“Crap. Yeah please don’t do that again. I mean I wouldn’t be able to deal with them being all mopey.” Hitoshi laughed, pointing at me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed offended before pouncing on him. I wrestled with him, ignoring the bounds of laughter behind us. The wrestling went on for a bit but ended up with me pinned by Hitoshi sitting on my back. “Fine I give up.”

“Wimp.” He said. I rolled my eyes before hitting him with a small force field. He flew off my back and I got up and bolted. “Hey! No force fields in the house!”

~Time Skip~

The weeks leading up to class starting were nerve racking. Preparations, the little paperwork, and other things. All that, along with Hitoshi being distant and quiet now and then. Well, more than his normal quiet behavior. The day classes started was the worst yet. We left for school but he hadn’t said one word to me. He wouldn’t even look at me straight.

“Have a good day, Toshi.” I said as we made it in the doors. He nodded and walked off without a word. I sighed and walked to my classroom. I took a breath and walked into the classroom. At least half the class was already here.

“Heyo!” A couple of others waved to me. I shyly waved back. I sat down and kept to myself. The last few showed up and stood in the door. A familiar yellow sleeping bag caught my attention. I rolled my eyes at his antics as the students at the door got spooked. I sighed and got up when he said we are going to do quirk testing.

“What about orientation?” I chuckled when Dad gave out an annoyed sigh. The day went on and I made a few friends. I stayed away from the loud, explosive blonde that had been the subject of the news a while back. The red head Kirishima was really nice and Yayorozo was pretty cool too. I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck as I waited in the classroom for my dad’s to finish.

“So how was your first day kiddo?” Papa came in the door with Dad in tow.

“Exhausting.” I said giving dad a look. He just shrugged. “But no one was expelled. So that was good. I am curious though. What made you not expel that Midoriya kid? Everyone thinks it was just a ploy to make everyone do their best but I know different. So what was that?”

“I saw potential in the kid. Nothing more. See how long he lasts.” He said. Papa and I shared a look.

“Uh huh. Sure.” I said. I got a side, stink eye. I laughed before Papa spoke up.

“So have you talked to Hitoshi today?” I looked at him before looking at the surface of my desk. I shook my head sighing. “What has gotten into that boy? You two barely go a day without talking.” I just shrugged, staring out the window.

The next couple of days passed the same. Hitoshi and I would go to school together, silently. I would wish him a good day and I would either get nod or a wave in response. He did not speak to me much out of necessity at home either. I sighed as I pushed around my breakfast on my plate. I looked up as Hitoshi washed his dishes.

“So how’s school been on you?”

“It’s only been two days.” He said blankly. I flinched. “But how was hero training on you?” He looked over his shoulder at me. “I heard a couple of guys in your class really got into it.”

“Ye-yeah. They did. Apparently they were childhood friends that’s turned into a rivalry or something. It really hyped the rest of us up for our turns.” I said. He hummed and turned back. I bit my lip. I went to say something else but he spoke again.

“Must be nice.” He set the dishes down hard in the drainer. I flinched again. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the front door. “I’m heading out first, see ya later, sis.”

“By…” The front door slammed. I sighed before scraping the remnants of my breakfast and washing my dishes and leaving. I walked to the train station and made it to school. Dad announced we were going to the USJ. The whole class was excited. The day was going to be great. At least that’s what we thought.

“Y/N.” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up through my haze to see Papa. I had gotten hit pretty hard by some of the villains. Some were able to outsmart me and get around my shields. I was holding my side where I just knew I had a couple of broken ribs.

“Papa.” I whimpered as I tried to move.

“Don’t move too much.” He knelt down. He moved my hair and held my face, checking me over.

“Dad, he…” He shushed me. Someone called him and he looked over his shoulder. I felt myself getting more dizzy. I heard him speak with someone. I collapsed into his lap.

“Y/N!” I heard him yell before I blacked out. I woke up sometime later in Recovery Girl’s office. I groaned as I pushed myself up. I heard the curtain being pulled back.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” Papa said.

“Yes but what about Dad?” He smiled but sighed. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“He’s holding. He’s beat up pretty bad but he’s strong. You know that.” He brushed hair out of my face. “You dad will be okay.” I nodded. Recovery Girl cleared me and we went home. We walked in the door and Hitoshi shot up from the couch.

“Thank god your back.” He said in relief. I felt emotionally and physically drained so I just walked past him to my room, giving him a small ‘yeah’. “Y/N…” I walked into my room, let my bag drop, and carefully changed clothes before climbing into bed. I heard my door open. “Y/N.”

“I’m fine, Hitoshi.” He heard him pause before he moved forward. I felt him place a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure? I mean, you went up against a whole fleet of villains. Real villains. Normally, hero students wouldn’t even see that until…”

“I know. Wouldn’t see that until further into the course. I know Hitoshi.” I sat up. I looked at him. I could see worry laced in his eyes. “I’m fine. I mean I gotta get used to this right? The bad guys, the danger…” I looked down at my hands. “You’re more cut out for this than I am.”

“Y/N…you are cut out for this. I believe in you.” He said grabbing my hand. I looked at it before up at him.

“You have a funny way of showing it, Hitoshi.” I deadpanned before pulling my hand from his and turning over with my back to him. I could almost feel the surprise rolling off of him. “Goodnight, Hitoshi.”

“I, um, goodnight.” He left my room without another word.

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Masked Windfall

Pairing�� Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger.

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

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Clandestine: Chapter Eleven

I... about 75% of this chapter was not in the outline, and I don’t really know what to do about that fact. This completely ran away from me, but that’s ok I guess.

Characters, as always, belong to the amazing @lumosinlove and a huge thanks again to @donttouchmycarrots for proofreading!! <3

Clandestine Masterlist

CW: hospitals, injury, brief mention of blood, medical drugs

Leo slept. A lot.

Logan knew this was normal; their nurse had reiterated it a few times now. When he did wake up, it was only for a few dazed, confused minutes before he was pulled back under again. The confusion ebbed the more time went on, the effects of anesthesia wearing off, but the dull sheen to his eyes remained. He could fight his way through a brief conversation with him or Finn, and then he was back to sleep. It was probably for the best, Logan told himself. Better than dealing with their present situation, at least.

Finn was curled up uncomfortably in the chair beside him, also sleeping. He normally looked peaceful when he was asleep – lips slightly parted, face relaxed, on his side or stomach with one hand usually shoved under his pillow. After about a week of sharing a hotel room and a bed, Logan knew these things. It wasn’t the same now. Granted, he was in a chair instead of a bed, but still. He was curled up somewhat in a ball, with the leg in a brace stretched out and immobile – an awkward position that almost made him look like a flamingo balancing on one leg. His shoulders were tense, even in sleep, and his jaw was clenched tight. A worry line was furrowed between his eyebrows, steadfastly refusing to smooth out. Logan brushed his knuckles faintly against the bruise on his cheek, plum against porcelain, and sighed. He knew he should be doing the same thing – sleeping, that is – but every time he closed his eyes… well. It wasn’t pretty. Besides, someone needed to keep an eye out. There was only so long the nurse could delay the GSW report.

It was only a matter of time before they were on the run again.

Regulus drifted in and out on occasion, checking in on them. He seemed to be on guard, constantly walking the perimeter of the hospital and keeping an eye out for familiar faces. It put Logan on edge and calmed him down at the simultaneously. He didn’t trust Regulus, not really, but he figured if he was going to sabotage them he would’ve done so already. He’d had ample opportunity, after all.

Logan glanced at the clock. They’d been here for just shy of twenty-four hours now. The sun was starting to rise again, not bringing any answers with it. Loops had been in contact, briefly. They’d received one text message that simply said “stay put” and radio silence after that. He just hoped they had a good plan. Even better if it was safe, too, but Logan wasn’t about to push their luck… if you could even call it that.

For now, this was ok. They were together, they were alive, and they were relatively safe, for now. In that moment, listening to the steady beeps of a monitor and muffled conversations of people in the hallway outside their door and the even breathing of his partners, he couldn’t ask for much more.

***

Nate saw the scowling, intimidating group of people in the lobby and knew they were in trouble.

He had just started today’s shift, still tired from the one the day before, and was in the process of saying his usual hello to the staff working the front desk when he saw them. There were three of them – at least two of which were over six feet tall, looming and muscular and intense. One had a scar traversing down one side of his face, healed but still a beacon that screamed “don’t mess with me”. The short, scary one was right.

He’d submitted the GSW report about ten minutes ago, and here they were.

Fuck.

Nate didn’t even say goodbye to the sweet lady working the desk that day, he just backed away slowly and tried to appear normal as he pushed past the doors. As soon as they closed he broke into a run, headed straight for room 308 and stopping by the nurse’s station for a split second to grab two prescriptions before he was off again. He was almost there when he crashed into someone as he rounded a corner, only avoiding hitting the ground by two arms that snaked out to steady him. He looked up to gray eyes and a vaguely familiar face.

“Sorry.” The guy said and let go of him, frowning when he saw what was no doubt a look of panic on Nate’s face. “You ok?”

He remembered this guy now. He was with the scary short guy and the other two. He wasn’t around much, but Nate had seen him a few times when he’d been making his rounds.

“They’re here.” He blurted, hoping that he didn’t need so say anymore.

He didn’t. in the blink of an eye he was leading the way to room 308 and throwing the door open, which Nate didn’t think was the best idea. He didn’t know what these people did for a living, but it was clearly dangerous. Barging in like that probably wasn’t a good move.

Sure enough, when Nate followed Gray Eyes into the room, the short one was on his feet and had pulled a gun from somewhere, aiming it at the two of them. Gray Eyes stuck his arm out and kept Nate from going any further until Short Angry One recognized them.

Nate used to think this was a relatively safe career path. Sure he might get puked on, yelled at, mentally and emotionally eviscerated by doctors and patients and family members alike on a regular basis, but he’d never felt like his life was in danger.

Maybe he should go into accounting. Just him in an office with a bunch of numbers. Or a museum curator, surrounded by ancient artifacts and not much else. Definitely not people pointing guns at you.

Both the redhead and the blond woke up at the disturbance, one sitting up in a flash and the other just blinking sleepily and frowning in concern. Before anyone else could get a word in edgewise, Gray Eyes blurted out, “They’re here.”

The EKG readings on the monitor spiked, and then it was a flurry of motion. Short Angry One cursed under his breath and pulled Gray Eyes and Nate into the room fully, closing the door behind them. The redhead started throwing the few things they had into his pockets – a phone, some other electronic device Nate couldn’t identify, an old lock, a pen. He shoved his shoes on, unsteady on his feet, and looked to the blond, who was still in a hospital gown and watching with wide eyes. All the color that had been slowly returning to his cheeks was now gone.

Nate steeled his resolve. His job was to save lives, damnit, and that’s what he was going to do.

He jumped into action, pushing Gray Eyes out of the way and unhooking his patient from the monitors before discontinuing the IV drip and pulling the IV out, stopping the bleeding with quick pressure from his hand. “There’s an employee exit down the hall that leads to the parking garage. You guys know how to hotwire a car, by any chance? I’d offer you mine but I don’t have one.”

“I can.” Glaring down at his sling, the blond muttered, “Well. Maybe can is the wrong word.”

Nate let up on the pressure, shrugged his thin jacket off, and helped him slide his good arm through the sleeve, throwing the other side around his shoulder gently. It wouldn’t do much to help, but it was better than nothing. “Can you show someone else how to do it?”

“Maybe.” He said, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and frowning when Nate stopped him. “I can walk.”

Nate smiled. Typical. “That’s what they all say. I’m going to grab a wheelchair, anyways. You’ll be faster that way.” He looked at the others in the room and continued. “I’ll lead you to the exit, but I’m afraid that’s as far as I can take you. I’ll try to find these guys and get them off your trail as best I can.”

He shoved the two prescriptions he was so glad he’d filled last night at Ginger, trying to ignore the way all of them seemed to be staring at him. “Instructions are on the labels. He needs to finish all the antibiotics. All of them.” He didn’t have time to stress the importance of preventing antibiotic resistance, but he hoped they would take his word for it. “Let me go get-”

The door opened again and they all swiveled towards it. Ginger stepped between the blond and the door while Short One raised his gun again – but he didn’t shoot. In fact he just stared for a second, then lowered his gun with a smile.

“Loops.” He said, relieved, and – what?

The three men Nate had seen earlier were ushered into the room, the tallest one slapping the brunet on the shoulder, causing him to stumble as he flipped the safety of his gun back on and stashed it in the waistline of his pants.

The one in the front with caramel colored eyes looked between their group, one eyebrow arched. “Going somewhere? I thought I told you to stay put.”

Ginger laughed incredulously, shoulders slumping. “Holy shit, Loops. We thought you were someone else.”

Gray Eyes looked at Nate, exasperation clear in his gaze. “You told me they were here.”

Nate threw his arms up in defense. “You look at those guys and tell me you wouldn’t be suspicious.” He winced and looked at the newcomers, realizing that his words might be offensive. “Sorry.”

Neither of them seemed to take it to heart. The tall one just grinned and said, in a heavily-accented voice, “We still got it, eh, Nado?”

The one with the scar – Nado, apparently – just rolled his eyes and didn’t comment, but Nate could see one side of his mouth lifting into a smile. It softened his face, made him look more like a teddy bear than the scary, intimidating guy he’d seen in the lobby.

“We’ve got a car out back.” The one called Loops said, looking to the blond with gentle, understanding eyes. “You good to go?”

He nodded firmly, no room for second-guessing. “Let’s do this.”

Now, Nate didn’t exactly think it was a good idea to move a GSW patient out of a hospital only a day after getting shot, but – judging by how the others had reacted at the thought of people coming for them – it was safer for him to leave than to stay here. His brain, after all those years of medical classes and caffeine/anxiety induced all-nighters, was screaming in horror about complications and sepsis and bone fragments, but he didn’t voice them. He just reached for a pen and paper in his pocket. He scribbled his number down and handed it to his patient. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, ok? I’d feel much better if you at least had a nurse with you, but this’ll have to do.”

He got a warm smile in response. “Thanks,” he said, voice and eyes serious. “For everything. Not many people would do what you did for us.”

Nate blinked. “I genuinely don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but thanks?” He still didn’t know who exactly he was helping, but then again, he guessed it didn’t really matter either way. They seemed like good people dealing with a shitty situation, and that was a good enough motive for him. “I’m going to grab that wheelchair quickly and I’ll be right back.”

He should’ve known that, by the time he got back, they’d already be gone – leaving no trace except for the disheveled sheets on the bed, two chairs next to it instead of the standard one, and the still humming machines and monitors.

Nate let himself slump against the wheelchair, forearms resting against the handles.

“What the fuck,” he said, with feeling.

***

Sirius was behind the steering wheel of a very old service van, watching six of them pile into the back and Loops slide into the passenger’s seat. His eyes didn’t stray long from Regulus, though. If he’d had enough time, he would’ve tackled his younger brother in a hug. Unfortunately, they were on a bit of a tight schedule. “Petition to never have to break someone out of a hospital again.” He said wryly, putting the van into drive and searching for the exit to the maze that was this parking garage. All the while, he was sneaking glances in the rearview mirror, unable to help himself.

“Where do I sign?” Finn deadpanned from the back row, sandwiched between Logan and Leo. They looked so tired. Leo didn’t hesitate to twist in his seat a little so that he could lean into Finn’s chest and close his eyes, looking absolutely miserable. Finn shifted just slightly, pressing a barely-perceptible kiss to a bird’s nest of curls and relaxing back into his seat.

Huh.

That was… new.

But then again, was it? Sirius thought back to the past several months of this operation and found that he really wasn’t that surprised. But then there was Logan…

“Turn left here.” Remus said, pulling him out of the thoughts, calm and in control like usual. His lips turned up into a smile as he flicked his turn signal on. He could see them doing exactly this, when all the chaos was said and done. Taking a roadtrip, Sirius behind the wheel and Remus navigating, going wherever they felt like. No worries or missions, just the two of them and the black top below them. He shelved the daydreaming for later.

“Where are we going?”

Sirius’ eyes flew back to the mirror at his brother’s voice – the first time he’d head it un-obscured by a phone or earpiece in too long. He’d missed him. He’d fought so hard for him, to get him out of that mess and keep him safe, and here he was. They’d done it.

Was he a horrible person, for feeling as relieved as he did? He’d inadvertently put the Cubs through hell for mostly selfish reasons. Sure, he wanted to take the Snakes down, but that paled in comparison to the safety of his brother. He’d let the Snakes walk away scot-free if it meant Reg was safe.

He didn’t know what kind of person that made him – he was too afraid to speculate about it.

“My family has a cabin about two hours away,” Remus replied, balancing his phone with the navigation app against the center console so that Sirius could see it. “It’s empty right now, so it’s a perfect hideout until we figure out next steps.”

Finn was asleep now, too, head pillowed on Leo’s. Logan stared sightlessly out the window beside them, stonily silent. Sirius ached for him. They were kindred spirits, he and Logan. Stubborn, fierce, bleeding hearts who cared too much and shouldered more than their fair share of the responsibility when things went wrong.

And things had really gone wrong.

“What are the next steps?” Reg asked as they left the city and headed towards the interstate. “This isn’t the only backup we’ve got, right?”

“Sleep,” Kuny told Regulus, not unkindly, “had big couple of days, yes? Plan later.”

Reg looked at the tall Russian sitting next to him for a second, then sighed and turned his gaze to the window.

Sirius drove on in silence.

Two hours and eighteen minutes later, he was pulling up on a gravel driveway to a quaint, two-story cabin. The jostling of the gravel under their tires seemed to wake everyone up, according to the grumbles and yawns Sirius could hear from behind him as he finally put the van in park. The doors opened and they were all climbing out of the van, stretching stiff muscles and groaning. The ones with bags in the trunk went to unload while Remus fished his keys out of his pocket and headed for the front door, bounding up the last two steps to the porch. He was equal parts glad and upset that they were here. He was grateful that the Cubs were safe now and that this cabin was so far off the grid that the Snakes wouldn’t find them. But bringing a bunch of coworkers to the place he went to escape work stuff… jeez. Not that he didn’t like his coworkers, but sometimes he needed a break from it all. Plus this place belonged to his family. Being here with anyone but them just felt wrong.

Remus opened the door, instantly on guard when he saw the kitchen light was on. Whoever was in there must’ve heard the door because Remus could hear the refrigerator door close, then loud footsteps headed towards them. His hand drifted to his gun and he cautiously flicked the safety off.

A head peeked out from the kitchen. All-too-familiar eyes widened excitedly. “Re?”

The safety quickly went back on. “Jules?”

He wasn’t supposed to be there. Their trip wasn’t for another week-

Remus’ younger brother beamed and launched himself towards him, leaping into Remus’ arms when he got close enough with an excited shout.

“What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it this trip!”

“What am I – what are you doing here?” Remus shot back, tensing up when he heard footsteps behind him. “Your trip is supposed to be next week!”

“School got cancelled because of all the snow.” Jules peered around Remus at the gathering group behind him. “Who are they?”

“Jules?” The familiar voice of their mother called from down the hall. “Who are you talking to, honey?”

Oh god, this was something straight out of Remus’ nightmares. How the fuck was he supposed to explain all this to his family? The rest of their agents were supposed to drive up here tomorrow with gear and supplies and weapons for their final stand against the Snakes. That… there was no way to explain that. At all.

Fuuuuuuck.

Hope Lupin stepped around the corner, startling when she saw the crowd on her doorstep. “Remus?”

“I’m so sorry, mom,” he blurted, the words coming out in an unfiltered rush. “I didn’t know you’d be up here or else I would’ve-”

“Oh, nonsense. We’re happy to have you and your… friends.” She said sweetly, voice raising into an almost-question at the end. Remus, flying blind, said the first thing that came to mind.

“They’re work friends. And there’s a few more coming tomorrow, if that’s ok.”

“What happened to him?” Jules interrupted, wide eyes trained on Leo, who smiled faintly.

“Shoulder surgery,” Leo said easily, taking Remus by surprise a little at how easily he responded with a textbook spy tactic: tell the truth, but only enough to not raise suspicion. He technically wasn’t lying, either. It was harder to get caught lying when you technically hadn’t.

It seemed like the rookie was no longer a rookie.

“It was recent, wasn’t it?” Hope asked, eyes sharp with observation as she ushered them all inside. When Leo looked at her a little distrustfully and both Logan and Finn stiffened beside him, she sent them all a soothing smile. “I’m a nurse, I can tell.”

“About a day and a half ago.” Leo let her lead them to a couch and sat down, answering Hope’s questions calmly now, seeming to know she could be trusted. When Remus looked around again, he noticed that Sirius and Regulus were both absent, no doubt having a much-needed talk. He was struck with a twinge of worry, but pushed it back. He shouldn’t interfere. They needed some time alone to sort through things. Sirius would talk to him about it if he felt like it. Nado and Kuny were trying to sneak their way into the kitchen, looking for whatever smelled so good in there. For spies, they weren’t very subtle.

“What kind of shoulder surgery?” Jules asked, trailing after their mom. “Re had one a few years ago, too!”

Remus winced and shot Leo an apologetic look for his over-inquisitive brother. “Not quite the same, Jules.”

“All he does is sleep now,” Finn said teasingly as he took a step back and stretched out his leg with only a slight wince. “My jacket has drool all over it from the car ride here.”

Leo shot Finn an unheated glare as he sat up and opened his mouth to shoot back a reply when all of a sudden he went pale as a sheet, eyes dazed. Everyone in the room froze, looking at him nervously.

Finn was kneeling in front of him in a flash, Logan already holding his hand too tightly from his spot beside him. “Leo?”

The blond squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into Logan heavily. “Hurts,” he managed to grit out while Logan wrapped an arm around his waist and held him close, combing his fingers through a riotous mess of curls. He locked gazes with Finn and saw a different kind of pain from Leo’s, but identical to Logan’s, reflected there as he watched helplessly.

Maybe they should’ve accepted the risks and stayed at the hospital. They’d be sitting ducks there, but at least it wouldn’t be this. Logan would take the uncomfortable chairs and the nurse who talked too much and the stress over the heavy weight pressed against him, the shaky, too-measured breaths, the soulful brown eyes that matched his own.

It felt like all the decisions he’d been making recently were the wrong ones. It would be nice to not put his partners through pain because of his poor decisions for once.

Hope was by their side then, holding out a glass of water and two pills. Logan hadn’t even noticed Finn set the prescriptions down on the entryway table. “I think it’s time to take these now.” Leo refused to move from his current spot, but he took the pills and followed them with a quick drink of water. A muffled “thank you” was murmured into the material of Logan’s shirt, quiet and a little tense.

Hope just smiled sympathetically. “You’re probably going to get really sleepy in the next thirty minutes or so,” she continued, giving the three of them a look. Like she knew something. “So if there’s any conversations that can’t wait until the morning…”

Loops came by his eerie observation skills naturally, it seemed.

Logan looked to Remus and the others, hoping that all the planning could wait until the morning. They were exhausted. Surely they’d be ok without them for a few hours.

“Go get some rest,” Loops said gently, motioning down the hallway. “There’s a guest bedroom down there, second door on the left. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Finn made a beeline for the bathroom as soon as they reached the bedroom, muttering about how he’d needed to use the restroom since they’d all piled into the van. Leo toed off his shoes while Logan hovered, unsure if he should offer to help or not, his heart still in his throat. Leo just sent him a weary, affectionate smile. It tugged viciously at Logan’s heart and made him want to pull his partner close and not let go. Ever.

“I’m ok, sweetheart.”

He could’ve cried at the relief of hearing that nickname again. “You sure?” He asked, just to be safe.

Leo’s face was inscrutable as he cautiously sat down on the bed. “If I keep telling myself that… eventually I’ll start to believe it, right?”

Logan didn’t have an answer to that, not at first. But he remembered the feeling from after missions that had gone belly-up, the few that he wasn’t sure he was going to make it out of. The disbelief that somehow, after all of that, he was still alive and ok. It felt like trying to find his way through a snowstorm when all he could see was blinding, overwhelming white.

He wasn’t about to let Leo navigate that without a guide.

He sat down next to Leo and grabbed his hand, moving down to the pulse-point at his wrist and feeling tendons flex and shift under his fingertips. It beat, steady and strong, when he pressed down lightly. He knew Leo could feel it, too.

“You’re here.” Logan said simply. It was a tactic he used on bad days, when everything got to be too much. That little pulse, a sign of life and resilience. The two of them shared that now, that resilience and refusal to die that flowed through their veins.

Leo stared at him, eyes so soft and a hue that Logan wanted to engrave into his memory. “Logan,” he said quietly, right as Finn flung the bathroom door open again. His mouth was in the process of opening to tell a joke when he saw the two of them and snapped it shut again with an audible click, unsure of what to do next.

Leo shared a look with Logan and a conversation passed between the two, silent but apparently crystal clear. Finn couldn’t quite tell if it was excitement or anxiety dancing in his stomach, but either way he wasn’t sure he liked the sensation.

He had a feeling he knew what was coming. They’d been tip-toeing around this conversation for too long now, and they’d finally reached the tipping point. However this conversation went, he knew their relationship would never be the same, and that scared him. There was comfort in things known and familiar, after all.

This felt like hanging out of a perfectly-good plane and not knowing if the parachute strapped to his back was going to work or not.

But everyone who took the jump said it was worth it, in the end. Finn desperately hoped they were right.

“I think we should talk.” Logan said quietly, patting the open spot on the bed next to him. The dreaded words. No one ever wanted to hear those words.

Finn made his way towards them, too afraid to make eye contact, and sat down gingerly. Feet firmly planted on the floor, one hand braced on the bed, tense and ready to get up and take flight if he felt like he needed to. “We’re finally going to have this conversation, huh?” he asked with a fake laugh that fell flat, finally glancing up. Looking at the two of them, side by side and seeming to just know each other in a way Finn felt like he didn’t, he wondered where he fit into all of this.

If he fit in at all.

God, he hoped he fit in.

“Look,” Leo started, voice steady and resolute like he was getting ready to rip off the proverbial bandaid. It did nothing to calm Finn down. “Logan and I talked a while ago, about us. And, um – well, we want to be together. All three of us.”

Finn blinked once, twice. The words weren’t exactly computing, not after spending so long telling himself that this would never happen, could never happen. “Oh.”

“You had to know,” Logan said, sounding confused. “You had to know how we felt. None of us were exactly subtle.”

“I… I hoped.” Finn managed to get out before he got distracted by Logan’s soft touch against the curve of his cheekbone, creating his own constellations out of the freckles there. Finn let his eyes close and focused on the point of contact. He had hoped, even if he’d tried to stamp it out most days. He’d hoped and he’d yearned and he’d ached, and now – finally, unbelievably – he might be getting exactly what he’d wanted. “I knew how the two of you felt about each other, I just… wasn’t sure where that left me.”

“Finn…” He heard the sheets rustle as Leo scooted closer and opened his eyes again.

“Can you blame me?” Finn let Leo hold his hand and slot their fingers together, a painfully delicate motion. He stared down at them, noticing faint green bruising from an IV line and deeper, purple discoloration from that one time Finn tried to catch himself before he hit the ground after a brutal punch. They matched, in a sick, twisted way.

But they were both healing – skin stitching itself slowly back together and aches fading little by little. There was a poignant symbolism there, Finn thought, musing over the words he needed to say. Talking about the doubts and the hurt and the confusion surrounding the three of them might be painful in the moment, but healing would always follow, even if it took a while.

He was thrilled that they wanted him, don’t get him wrong, but that didn’t have the ability to just wipe away the hurt of the past week. “You seemed happy together, just the two of you.” He thought of the coffee shop and watching them from his table with June. Or the hotel room the next day, the stolen glances and furtive touches. “I didn’t want to get in the way of that, not if I wasn’t wanted.”

One of the other two made a broken sound; Finn wasn’t sure who it was. The hand on his cheek moved to his chin and Logan ducked his head to meet Finn’s eyes again, fierce and sincere – a combination that encompassed the very core of the fighter.

“I’ve wanted you since that crazy New Year’s party.” He said with conviction and Finn laughed a little at the memories.

“Then why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” Logan challenged, signaling a change in the winds. Finn could see the storm brewing in those green eyes. “We were partners. Adding a relationship to the mix would only complicate things.”

“So what changed?” Finn let his frustration bleed through, ignoring Leo’s squeeze to his hand. “You’re saying two completely different things right now and it’s confusing as hell.”

Logan bit back, voice suddenly loud and harsh. “You think this is how I wanted to fall in love?”

Leo and Finn stared at him. No one had mentioned love. Not yet, at least. Logan seemed to recognize the intensity of his words and his shoulders slumped, but he didn’t take them back. Finn wasn’t sure if he was grateful for that or terrified because of it.

“It’s not supposed to be this hard, is it?” the brunet asked, voice a softer murmur. “Why couldn’t the three of us be normal and meet at, like, college or a coffee shop or something?”

Silence greeted him, heavy and suffocating.

“Because these are the cards we were dealt,” Leo said finally, looking between the two of them. “And yeah, it might be a shitty hand, but don’t you think it’d be worth it? After all that we’ve been through, choosing each other instead of letting the fear pull us apart?”

“Sounds like something out of a romance novel.”

Leo shrugged his good shoulder at Logan’s words, a conscientious effort to keep the other side of his body completely still. Finn ached a little at the sight. “Love isn’t easy, not for anyone. It’s a choice you make, day after day.” Blue eyes the color of a cloudless afternoon sky were calm and free of conflict when he looked at them again. “I’ve made my choice. What about you?”

Finn stared at him for what felt like forever, then blurted, “Did you rehearse that or something? What the fuck, Nutty.”

The resulting smile on Leo’s face was a welcomed reprieve from the earlier storm, placid and radiant. How was Finn supposed to do anything else but lean over, cup his cheeks in his hands, and press his lips against that smile?

Leo kissed a little distractedly, like he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do first. The hand not caught in a sling flitted from auburn hair to fist in his t-shirt, then migrated lower to wrap around Finn’s back, long fingers splayed against his spine. But his mouth was soft and sweet against Finn’s, returning his kisses happily, and the combination of the two were just so Leo that Finn’s stomach swooped and his heart flopped in his chest.

He pulled back for air, an unfortunate necessity, and took in the sight in front of him. Leo’s eyes were still closed and that smile still graced kiss-swollen lips as he swayed towards Finn, clearly wanting more. Finn smiled too, irrevocably charmed, and kissed his cheek, his jaw, that cute little indent in his chin, then the curve of his smile again. He could never, not in a hundred years, get enough of this.

And then Logan met his gaze from beside the blond, eyes fond and warm as he watched them and ran his fingers up and down Finn’s thigh, the motion raising goosebumps on Finn’s arms – the air dense and volatile around them like the instant before lightning struck. Finn needed to kiss him, too. To learn the difference between the way he kissed to keep up pretenses on a mission and the way he kissed when he meant it. Finn kept Leo close with a hand on his waist and tilted Logan’s head up to kiss him, deep and intense. It was thrilling and a little wild; so different from kissing Leo, but just as captivating. Always unpredictable, the kiss morphed from charged to surprisingly, achingly gentle – a thunderstorm melting into a comforting spring shower. Finn was reminded of shoving the couch up against the wall nearest to the window during storms as a kid, watching the raindrops track down the glass, and the sound of the world going silent save for the wind and the thunder and the rain hitting the roof like the pounding of drums – a symphony just for him to witness. He sighed against soft lips and sank into the kiss, listening for the intricacies of this new, unknown melody.

The rustle of clean sheets, a hitch in breath followed by a deep exhale, the steady beat of the old clock hung on the wall, a hum against his lips.

Then Leo was leaning in to kiss Finn’s pulse-point, firm enough to bruise and tender enough to make Finn’s eyelashes flutter. Finn canted his head to the side, stretching his neck to give Leo more skin to claim, and pulled Logan in again. A duet shifting to a trio and slotting perfectly into place, patching the gaps in the music that Finn didn’t even notice were there.

This was worth it. It had to be. As much as it would kill him – or any of them, really – to love them and then lose them, that would still be better than not loving them at all.

They’d wanted this for so long now, all of them. Even with all the stress and hurt and doubt, Finn couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. For fuck’s sake, he was kissing Logan. It wasn’t part of a mission. And Leo was still pressing kiss after kiss to his neck because he wanted to. They wanted each other.

Screw panicking about losing them. Finn was done missing things because he was worried about things that might not even happen. It wasn’t something he could just will away or turn off, of course, but he could actively make sure he was living in the current moment. And right then, the current moment was making out with his boys in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

He loved the current moment.

The kiss turned to simply smiling against Logan’s mouth, delirious with contentment, so Finn broke away and pulled Logan in for a hug, then gently maneuvered Leo to join them, making sure his wound was well out of the way. They stayed like that for a long time, relaxing in the closeness and adjusting to the newness of all of this. And even though it was new, it was already something they were quickly getting addicted to. The string connecting Finn’s heart to theirs cinched tighter and pulled sharply. For the first time, he didn’t mind it in the slightest. It was no longer a painful reminder of what he couldn’t have, it was an exhilarating sign that were all irreversibly intertwined, both in each other’s arms and in this crazy mess that was their lives.

Leo interrupted the moment with a yawn, blinking sleepily. Finn smiled a little at the sight – he almost felt like he was doing too much of that in the past few minutes, but sleepy Leo was simply adorable.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Logan urged. It would be a tight squeeze, the three of them in that bed, but now they could cuddle and press close without pretending it didn’t happen the next morning. Finn sighed happily at the thought and headed for the light switch. The light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminated his way back to his boys, all soft and stretched out next to each other under a pale comforter. It was a much-needed reprieve from the chaos of their current situation that Finn was all to eager to take advantage of.

He watched as Logan propped himself up on one arm to look down at Leo, hand trailing through that tuft of gray hair and then tugging on it playfully. They shared a smile before Logan leaned down the rest of the way to kiss him, assured and familiar and unrushed. They’d done this before. The knowledge didn’t tear at Finn’s heart like it would have a week ago, because now he knew that they felt the same way about him. And he was falling for them, too. Watching the two boys he was half in love with already so comfortable and loving with each other? How was Finn supposed to handle all the emotions bubbling over in his chest? He crawled into bed next to Logan and flicked the lamp off, settling the room into darkness.

Logan settled in to sleep facing Finn and with Leo’s reassuring warmth behind him. His eyes closed and time slowed, a blessed mercy. The events of tomorrow felt years away in that still, quiet moment. But there was something prodding at the back of Logan’s mind – some strange, uncomfortable feeling that he could quite place, until he realized that everything was too still, too quiet. His mind flashed to the litany of “what ifs” that had looped in his brain like a mantra back in that hospital room and he rolled over quickly, shuffling over until his head was pillowed on Leo’s chest, far away from the bandages.

Thump-thump.

Leo’s chest rose and fell under Logan’s head as he breathed and Logan let himself relax, reaching blindly behind him until he found Finn’s arm and flung it over himself, loosely intertwining their fingers over his chest. Finn moved in closer to press against his back and tangle their legs together. He sighed before going still again, breaths deep and even.

And Logan finally, finally let himself drift off to sleep.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #coops #remus lupin #sirius black #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #clandestine #cw: hospital #cw: injuries #cw: mentions of blood #cw: medical drugs

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poetrusicperry · 3 years ago

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the poets and their first summer jobs

i’ve seen some discourse about how rich all the boys/their families are, and of course there would be like very little reason for them to work, but i couldn’t help wondering who would do what for their first jobs (summer jobs bc they couldn’t work while they’re at school). andddd that led me to writing this lol

neil: so neil would have like absolutely zero time for a job between all his normal coursework/extracurriculars and his summer classes (”you know me, always taking on too much”), but i guarantee you he would still take the time to get a job and have his own money to do with whatever he chose. mr. perry wouldn’t care much because it showed neil “taking initiative” or whatever. neil would likely work at a diner as either a bus boy or a waiter. he’s super personable, so he’d always strike up conversations with people sitting at the counter, and he’d get loads of tips bc he’s cute (: he’d bring his summer school work with him to do during lulls in business, which his boss didn’t mind because it’s neil and everyone knows how responsible he is. the poets would come visit him pretty much every day (to eat, see neil, and escape the heat in the air conditioning), likely taking up a whole booth, and making an absolute mess of the area. charlie would be making spitballs, aiming at cameron and knox every time (earning a “charlie, knock it off, i told you three times already! so mature of you, really.” from cameron) and meeks/pitts would try to see how many straws they could connect to make “ultra straw.” todd would come hang out at the counter when neil was closing, admiring his pretty bf as he worked (’: neil would always make todd a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and rainbow jimmies on the house, claiming, “we have to empty out the ice cream machine anyway” (but really he’d take the cost out of his paycheck, just wanting to make todd happy). his boss would hire him back every summer, loving how much business neil drove in (even if the poets made a mess every time they hung out and ate) and absolutely adoring how much effort neil put into what anyone else would seemingly call a “meaningless” job.

todd: you can’t tell me that todd wouldn’t look forward to working. especially during the summers, it would get him out of the house and away from his parents judging his every move. being the shy introvert he is, he’d likely do things like mowing lawns or gardening for people around his neighborhood. minimal interactions, but still decent pay (as all the people in his neighborhood were likely super rich and could afford to pay him well). the poets’ parents would hire him, after much convincing from their sons (”todd’s just trying to make some money, dad. please?”) and todd would appreciate this more than they ever knew. he’d become super familiar with flower types and he’d become a lot more nurturing after taking care of plants and grass for multiple summers. he’d keep a little journal or notebook with drawings or sketches of the flowers he’d taken care of, complete with descriptions and magazine/newspaper clippings from his mom’s better homes and garden subscription (a lot of his poetry would become nature-related as well). it would be his late night project, or something he’d do if he couldn't sleep (which was pretty common for todd). he’d call neil on the phone some nights and just gush about all kinds of flowers or tell neil how he accidentally got stung by a bee and cried about it because he knew the bee would die (all the while, neil would be listening so intently, taking note about which flowers were todd’s favorites for future use (’: the calls would have to be pretty planned, bc if neil wasn’t working, he was doing school work, or his parents were keeping an annoyingly close watch on him. but sometimes neil would call him impromptu and that made todd just the happiest little camper ever). todd’s nails would be really short (he’d cut them really often because he doesn’t like the feeling of dirt under his nails), which means he couldn’t bite his nails anymore, causing him to pick up a new anxious habit of biting the inside of his bottom lip ): overall, though, todd would like his job, and even find pleasure in being surrounded by little flowers all day. also if/when neil ever got the chance, he’d absolutely tag along to see his sweaty boyfriend in action (come on, neil would go absolutely nuts for todd in a cutoff shirt, 5″ inseam shorts, and converse mowing a lawn looking all manly and tough).

charlie: obviously, charlie wouldn’t need to work because of his financial situation, but his mom would 110% make him get a job just so he wouldn’t be around the house causing trouble/bothering his siblings for fun (”i’m hosting a lot of book club meetings for the country club this summer, i can’t have you putting spiders in the ladies’ hats again, charles”). similar to neil, mr. charlie dalton would work his summers at an ice cream/custard stand. he’d have to wear a white, short sleeve button up, a red and white striped apron, and one of those white, rectangular hats (his least favorite part HAHA, stating, “my hair is one of my best features and this just takes it all away. it’s unfair.”). the poets would visit often, both for ice cream, but primarily to give him a hard time about his uniform (”i’ll give you twenty bucks to wear this on our first day of classes” meeks would tease, completely gobsmacked when charlie showed up to their first chemistry class in his uniform, earning lots of demerits, but also twenty dollars). charlie would hate it at first, but obviously he’d adjust, being the extroverted/personable person, not taking himself too seriously and being one of the best ice cream slingers anyone had ever seen. he’d give the cute girls (and boys) extra scoops of ice cream for free, winking as he handed them their orders. like neil’s boss, charlie’s boss was even more thankful for charlie’s presence because they’d likely be raking in at least triple the income they would in a summer without him. he’d become a sundae expert, spending many dead poets meeting making them for his friends while they read poems and stories. that being said, he’d come to hate eating ice cream, publishing an article in welton’s honor demanding that they remove ice cream from their dessert menu (yes, almost exactly like the “girls at welton” prank, but he’d make the call collect this time. mr. nolan would be fed up to the point where he wouldn’t even punish charlie physically, just suspend him from rowing [which charlie wouldn’t mind at all HAHA]).

meeks & pitts: after their hi-fi success and the fact that they are seemingly inseparable, they both sought out jobs at the local radio station where they were hired as interns/assistants, running errands and picking up coffee or lunch for the station. but sometimes, when they worked pretty late, the night shift dj would let them pick the records and show them how everything worked (: after nights like that, meeks and pitts would go to one of their houses and add modifications to their hi-fi radio, staying up all night modifying and researching (by the end of the summer, they had made another hi-fi (portable) and their og hi-fi would have been morphed into a huge nationally reaching radio that they keep in the cave (since it would be disallowed in their room at welton). another job that the two of them would have would be answering calls for the station about song requests. with this knowledge, charlie and the other poets would hang out at someone’s house, calling and requesting the same songs over and over and over again. their biggest task for the summer would be organizing the shelves with all the records into alphabetical order (”duh, we should go by first name, meeks. which other way would it be” pitts would argue, only to find out that after they had spent about three weeks alphabetizing by first name, they were supposed to go by last name. “now who’s the idiot?” meeks would jeer, beginning to pull the records off the shelves). they’d also learn a lot about music from their night shift coworker, which would help in their quest to woo some ladies the following school year.

cameron: cameron liked spending his summers doing research projects for fun and just reading a whole lot, so you can imagine his displeasure at when his parents asked him to get a job (presumably to help with paying for his schooling). while upset about it, he wouldn’t complain, and took it on the chin, understanding the reasoning. he’d apply to a couple places, but ultimately end up as a grocery store cashier/stock boy. much like charlie, he’d have the same kind of uniform, but with a green apron instead. he’d spend most of his shift ringing people up at the register, being friendly and personable (something no one ever really realized about him !!). the poets’ moms would always see him and choose his register on purpose, using it as a chance to catch up or tell him to tell his parents that “the overstreets say hello!” or “mrs. anderson says hi!” pitts, meeks, and charlie would utilize cameron’s position at the supermarket to buy nudie magazines unembarrassed/slightly illegally HAHA (”come on, cameron! it’s not like you won’t be included in seeing them next year, too. we bring them to the meetings, you know that!” charlie would say, leaving cameron at a loss, reluctantly scanning the magazines and bagging them as pitts and meeks sniggered). charlie would wave, blow him a kiss, and wink as they left, “love you, richardddd.” sure enough, the magazines would make an appearance during the following school year and cameron was glad he had decided to let them buy the magazines lol.

knox: out of all the poets, i feel like our knoxious would be the least inclined to work (yes, even less inclined than charlie). his parents wouldn’t even make him get a job because he simply didn’t need to, but to everyone’s surprise, he would volunteer at the animal shelter. the poets would later find out that it was a great way to meet girls (which is why he did it lmfao so they endlessly goaded him about it). charlie would visit often, and even took a rescue puppy home, much to charlie’s younger sister’s delight. charlie even wanted to start volunteering at the shelter to also meet girls, but he was too busy at the ice cream stand (plus, he had really grown to like it there so he didn’t want to leave). another effect of volunteering made knox super interested in zoology and animals, which brought out a newer, more nurturing/caring side to him, and who knows, maybe he’d go vegetarian somehow. he’d want to pursue a career in animal science or becoming a veterinarian, but mr. overstreet was hellbent on knox taking over the firm, so it seemed like a pipe dream. knox would continue to volunteer at the animal shelter, well into his career as a lawyer, and would even go to veterinary school in his 30s (when he was a nationally famous, established lawyer) to get certification to work with animals in a broader way (:

hope you guys liked these. it was pretty fun to write, and i'd pay such good money to see neil, charlie, and cameron in their uniforms (and todd, but that’s neither here nor there). happy thursday !! let me know what you guys think of these <3(:

#dead poets society #dead poets in nyc #dps #dps headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #anderperry #neil and todd #charlie dalton #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts #dark academia #headcanon #angelina writes

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bellasweetwriting · 4 years ago

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Hometown

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: the team is dying to meet Spencer’s new girlfriend, not knowing how different you are from him

warnings: my writing, this is a mess in its entirerly idek what I did I had an idea and I just went with it with no plan, oh and pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

"How does she look like?" Asked Garcia to Spencer as he tried to ignore all of the team on his neck, trying to find out the most they can about the doctor's new girlfriend. "Is she brunette? Or blonde? You have a thing for blondes."

"I don't have— why do you guys care anyway?" He tried to defend himself and make them stop asking more questions. "I have a girlfriend, so what?"

"So what?" Repeated Morgan, sitting on top of the paperwork Spencer was filling, making the doctor even more annoyed. "You have a girlfriend, pretty boy! It's a national matter. We are going to find out how she looks like you want it or not."

And that was going to happen sooner than Reid would want to, because when Hotch announced the new case and told them that the place where they were going.

Your hometown.

"Oh crap," Spencer murmured to himself when Hotch revealed the location, making the rest of the team look at him.

Morgan was the one who connected the dots as he knew that Reid's girlfriend wasn't from the city.

"We are visiting Pretty Boy's girlfriend's house, everybody."

He continued to shook his head; this couldn't be happening.

Hotch had to pick up this case on purpose. The only logical explanation for the tragedy that this was for the doctor.

During the whole trip, Emily and Morgan were constantly interrogating Spencer about his girlfriend.

"What does she do? Is she younger? Is she older?" Questioned Emily, but Spencer had his eyes on his book, ignoring their questions.

"Hey!" Exclaimed Hotch, grabbing everyone's attention. "Garcia booked our rooms in the inn of the town. The sheriff told us that there isn't enough room for us in the police station, and the manager welcomed us to install ourselves in the event hall."

"You spoke to the manager?" Questioned Spencer in a low tone, catching Prentiss and Morgan's attention.

"Garcia did," replied Hotch, looking at his phone.

"It's the manager, isn't it?" Asked Emily with a smile, but Spencer returned to his reading. "We are definitely going to meet her, kid, you can't hide behind your books forever."

"I can try," answered Reid, knowing that Emily was right.

They were going to meet you at some point.

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"Spencer!" Exclaimed a woman as she ran towards the doctor and hugged him. "Long time, no see."

"Hey Amanda, how are you doing?" Asked her Reid, knowing that his friends were watching. "How is your little boy?"

"He's doing great. I want to know how you are. Who are these people you brought with you?" Questioned Amanda, looking at the team behind Spencer.

"It's my team. I work for the FBI, remember? We are here on a case."

"A case? What happened?"

But Spencer wasn't able to answer because he was interrupted by the sound of the door of the kitchen opening. From there, the chef and the receptionist got out, one following the other.

"I am not going to cook for six more people! That's it!"

"For God's sake. For the last time, the manager asked for it, we listen," explained the receptionist, who looked around to see the FBI team watching the scene. "They are here!" Yelled in a whisper, making the chef turn around, tiredly.

"Great. Vegetarians?" Everybody shook their heads. "Good! Then I don't have to change the menu."

"We weren't expecting you to do it. Oh my God, Doctor Reid!" Exclaimed the receptionist, making the chef look at the doctor too. Both men smiled at the sight of Reid. "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you too," said Spencer with a smile. "May the team and I install in the event hall, Seb?"

The receptionist, Seb, nodded.

"Of course, of course. Welcome to the Florence Inn. My name is Sebastian. I'll be available if you have any questions. Doctor Reid, you know the way?"

"Yeah, I'll guide them. Guys, follow me."

"Do I call the owner to let her know you are here, Doctor?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just say hi if I see her around. Hey, Sergio!" The chef, Sergio, raised his eyebrows. "Is there any coffee for the team?"

"For you, sir Reid, anything, I'll be right back with hot coffee and food for your team."

"Thank you, Sergio." Spencer turned around and smiled at Amanda. "I need to go now. We'll catch up later."

Spencer guided the team towards the event hall, where the tables were already accommodated for them. Spencer knew that the minute you heard they were coming, you did everything possible to made them as comfortable as possible.

"Reid, do you know everyone in this hotel?" Asked JJ to him, and he nodded.

"Mostly, yeah," he replied, "they are good people."

"That actually can help us with the case," added Hotch, "the people here trust you."

Spencer was feeling every second more uncomfortable with this case. He's tried for the nine months you've been dating to keep his work and your relationship as separate as possible.

Guess they were joining for the first time.

"Ok, we know the unsub is a male and that he isn't choosing these victims randomly," affirmed Rossi.

"The victimology is all over the place," added Morgan, looking at the physical characteristics of the three victims. "These victims have nothing in common."

"The patron has to go further than the physical, more with the relationship between them," explained Spencer. "This is a man with a project. He is probably not killing for the pleasure of it, more for a particular goal."

"Why do the town people not know about the killings. That woman that said hi to Reid had no idea of why we were here," pointed Emily.

"Probably that's work of the mayor, Mister Downley," replied Reid. "He tries to keep everything that can affect the town's tourism under the table. It has always been that way. And it is actually surprising that they don't know about it. It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone."

"We should interview the mayor and the media," affirmed Hotch, and he always had the last word. "Anyone that is trying to keep this in private could be a suspect."

At that moment, Sergio and his cookers appeared with the food and coffee they promised, making the team stay quiet as they gave out the food.

"Here is your coffee, sir Reid. A quarter cup of coffee every five pounds of sugar." Reid laughed while the chef left the cup in front of him.

"Leave the doctor alone, Sergio," asked Seb to the chef, making Sergio roll his eyes and leave the hall. "Doctor Reid, Sheriff Christen called. He is waiting for you and your team at the police station. Whenever you are ready."

"Thanks, Seb." The team started grabbing their things to go to the station. "Tell Sergio that the coffee and the food are great."

"Yes, Doctor, and also, your team has the best rooms at the inn. Owner's orders. Do you want me to tell her anything?"

"Just thank you," replied Spencer, grabbing his bag, "thanks, Seb."

"Anything for you, Doctor."

Spencer walked away next to the team, who was staring at him curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"They call you sir, they know how do you drink your coffee, they prepare the best rooms for you and your friends," pointed out Emily as you were walking. "Or they love you..."

"Or, they love your girlfriend," interrupted Morgan.

"Can we just focus on the case, please?" Begged Spencer as he walked towards the SUVs. "Don't read between unexistent lines, ok?"

"He is hiding something," whispered Morgan.

"Definitely," replied Hotch before entering the car.

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"Doctor Spencer Reid," said the sheriff standing up. He was a man between his fifties and sixties, with a grumpy face and a hoarse voice. "It's always a pleasure to see you in this old town."

"Hello, sheriff," interrupted Hotch. "I'm SSA Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, of course, right. I'm Sheriff Christen, this is my crew. Sorry that you had to install in at the inn. It's just that here we don't have any space. But I assume the owner is glad to see you, Doc."

"Haven't talked to her yet. Why did you call us?"

"Right, we did a suspect list with all the people in town that have criminal records, as you told us. We have thirty-five names, any idea how to shorten that list?"

"Our unsub is most likely in his 30s, obviously male, probably have been charged with robbery. We are not looking for a sexual sadist here since the killings lack any sexual motive," explained Hotch, and the sheriff nodded, telling his deputy.

Spencer sat down on a chair, waiting for no one else to say hi to him in front of the team. He loved these people so much, but he wanted to stay focus on the case, and he couldn't if he was going to have every person in town recognizing him and greeting him.

You were loved in your home town. These people that learned how to love Spencer grew up with you, and they truly liked the doctor for you. They noticed how he makes you happy, and how, for the last nine months, you've been smiling more.

"Hey, Spencer."

"Howdie, doc."

"Hey," Spencer murmured to the cops as they passed. Morgan noticed this and decided to approach Reid, sitting next to him.

"Why don't you want us to meet your girlfriend? Clearly, she's loved here."

Reid exhaled, looking at his colleague, giving up.

"Fine, but please, don't... don't act surprised when you meet her, ok? Just act normal. And tell everyone."

Morgan nodded, confused. What did he mean with "surprised"? Why would he react that way

"Guys, let's go back to the inn, there's someone I want you to meet."

"We are finally going to meet the famous lady?" Questioned Rossi, and Spencer nodded slowly. "Then let's go."

"Shouldn't we work the case?"

"We are installed in the inn anyway, so just follow me."

JJ and Emily approached Morgan, and he told them what Reid told him.

The team had no idea what Spencer meant with "surprised," and most of them didn't want to know anyway. They were just too excited to meet the girl they've been hearing so many amazing stories about

The BAU arrived at the inn. JJ could notice how Spencer's hands started trembling: he was nervous.

"B-But... But Miss Y/N!" They heard Sebastian exclaim. To the distance, the team could identify the receptionist following a tall woman with curly hair as she walked quickly. It was you. "Miss Y/N, we can't let Mayor Downley have the party here at the inn! He is a messy, messy man. He is going to leave a complete disaster, and you, miss, are well aware that this is not a place for that kind of event."

"God, Seb, have you tried drinking herbal tea in the morning instead of coffee?" You asked him as you chuckled. The sound of your soft laugh grabbed the doctor's attention.

Spencer quickly turned around to look at his friends, desperation clearly showing in his face.

"Here she comes," he whispered.

"That is...?" Started to ask Morgan but was interrupted by the memory of Spencer telling him to not act surprised.

You stepped into the hall, connecting your eyes with Spencer's eyes, immediately smiling.

"You look tired." It's the thing you say, confusing your boyfriend. "Did Sergio offered you coffee? Did you offer Spencer coffee, Seb?"

"I did, indeed, boss."

"I already drank coffee, babe," whispered Reid, trying not to blush. "Y/N, I want you to meet my friends."

"What? Sure, coming in a sec. Seb, could you ask Amanda to tell Charlie to pick up my car? I forgot I came by foot today."

"I saw your car outside, Y/N," interrupted Spencer, now confusing you.

"Charlie brought it this morning, Miss," reminded you Seb, and you nodded.

"God, where do I have the head? Thanks, Seb." You smiled at him before walking towards Spencer. "I've been trying to talk to you all morning, but we keep missing each other."

"Y/N," he said with his calming voice. You liked hearing someone that actually was calmed once in a while, especially him. "These are my friends. Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Morgan, and Emily." He introduced you to them, and you nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N," you greeted them, giggling. "I'm sorry if I seem distracted. My toes are where my head is supposed to be and the other way around. It's just that, you wouldn't believe; Mayor Downley wants to have this found raiser at the inn to distract the people from the bodies that were found. Did you hear?"

"That's why I'm here actually, babe," whispered Spencer.

"Why would you be here to see dead bodies? Oh right! FBI!" You exclaimed as you remember. "I'm so sorry, guys, you've caught me in a terrible day."

"It's alright, Y/N," assured you Hotch. "What were you saying about the mayor?"

"What I was saying about..." you repeated in a whispered before remembering. "Oh, yeah. So the murders in the area are really frightening the people. So our mayor decided, at the last minute, to make a found raiser raise money for the funerals of the deceased. I think it is a runaway where the clothing shop is going to show their last collection. It's a very last-minute thing, and I, apparently, is the only one with enough space to welcome all the freaking town."

"Do you know why the mayor would want to do this?"

"Well, Downley always takes advantage of terrible events in town and throws a party to cease the panic," you tried to explain quickly. "Last time, some people stole from Charlie's diner, and here I was, organizing a silent auction on a random Thursday." You started accomodating Spencer's tie involuntarily. "He wants to be Gatsby, but I'm the one with the mansion."

You always had to be doing something; you couldn't stay still for a second. That's the reason Spencer was attracted to you in the first place. He saw a girl trying to do seven things at the same time while trying to fix five other problems, and he had to help you. Then, he fell for you eloquent and extrovert personality, and how anywhere you went, you made friends.

You two were complete opposites, and both of you truly loved that.

"But don't get me wrong: mayor Downley is a great guy."

"What is mister Downley's first name, Y/N?" You tried to remember it while you cleaned Spencer's shirt.

You were doing unconsciously, and he knew, but still let you. He knew that keeping your hands busy was the only way you could focus. So he let you touch his hair and fix his sleeves all the time.

"If I'm not wrong, I think it is John."

"There is a Frank Downley in our list," mentioned Morgan.

"That would be his nephew, Frankie. He works at the grocery store, he is the manager there. I went to school with him."

"How was he at school?"

"Quiet, kind of a loner. Mister Downley would spend hours and hours in the counselor's office, talking to the counselor about Frankie's social behavior. Everyone in school knew about it. I tried to be friends with him, but I think he didn't like me."

Emily took from the case files some pictures and showed them to you. Spencer held your hand as you stared at the photographs of the victims.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

"Well, of course, we went to school together. Good people. That's Amelie, and that's Jack, and this one right here is Gabriel, funny guy. Why?"

"Y/N," murmured Spencer to you, "those are the victims. The bodies that were found."

Suddenly, for the first time in so long, you stopped moving. Like, at all.

"What?"

"You didn't know?"

"I heard some rumors about one of the victims being my age, but... it can't be. Who would do this?"

"Y/N, I want you to tell us everything about Frank Downley."

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"And that's it, I mean, maybe some of the employers at the inn can tell you more about him. As I told you, I didn't know him that well. He never liked me, or anyone, in fact. He was always alone; he didn't talk in class; he would skip periods every now or then, but I truly don't remember anything more." You looked at Spencer. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Y/N, you gave us more than enough to understand him." That calmed voice again. "I bet you are busy with the found raiser stuff. Hey, do you mind if the team and I assist and watch the runaway?"

"You guys are more than welcomed."

At that moment, Charlie appeared and tried to pass between the BAU.

"Sorry to interrupt the Men in Black fan club reunion. Y/N, I brought my toolbox."

"Dirty!" You exclaimed in a joke, making Charlie roll his eyes. "The runaway is going to be in the event hall."

"Where the hell is that?" You sighed.

"I'll be right back. I'll tell Sergio to serve you some coffee, for every one of you," you told the team before looking at your friend Charlie. "Follow me, handyman."

Charlie looked at Spencer.

"Hey, Doc, I tried that physics thing for the dispenser at the diner and worked just fine."

"Glad to help, Charlie."

"Hey, I don't pay you to socialize," you defended as you walked away, Charlie following you.

"You don't pay me at all!" He defended.

The team looked over at Spencer. Your life was so clearly different from theirs, and Spencer knew that the team will realize the same thing.

"Well, there's that," whispered the doctor, standing up. "You already met her."

"Yeah, we did," agreed Morgan, "why didn't you want us to meet her before?"

"She's great, Reid," affirmed Emily, "a little bit unfocused, talks a bit fast, and clearly an extrovert, but she's sweet. And owns an inn."

"And she is gorgeous," added JJ, "why were you so nervous?"

Not even Spencer knew the answer to that question.

"She's different, you know? Her life is different than mine. She's continually moving. It's so difficult for me to make her stay still. She has to be doing something all the time. I've never seen her not talking, or not making random jokes and doing pop culture references I don't understand most of the time. Her life is so fast compared to mine that it's so slow. I don't know, maybe I thought you weren't going to see her the way I see her."

"Who cares what we think, Reid?" questioned Rossi.

"I do. I spend 24 hours every day with you, guys, you are my family. I care about what you think."

Morgan hugged Reid even though he knew Spencer wasn't much of a hugger, but he did anyway. And the rest of the team joined.

"I don't like this," mumbled Spencer.

"Shut up, pretty boy," shushed him, Morgan.

After a few seconds, they broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Let's catch this killer and go home," said Hotch softly, "but we can't leave without getting to know Y/N better."

"Yeah, you are already part of her family; it's time she is part of ours."

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"And that's how Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend. In this exact spot!" You exclaimed, pointing the counter of Charlie's diner. "As I was swallowing my cheeseburger."

"Well, that sounds romantic," commented Rossi, sarcastically.

"It was very poetic, Rossi, don't misjudge," you told him, making the man laugh. "It doesn't happen any day, and less in this smelly diner."

"Ok, out," interrupted Charlie, making everyone complain between laughs. "You are terrifying my costumers and insulting my diner."

"Weren't you hearing, Charlie Chaplin? I was just saying that Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend here. You should be proud that such an important event happened in your diner," you defended as Spencer kissed you cheek. You grabbed your now second cup of coffee and started drinking. "You should put it on the menu."

"That's it, don't talk to me for the rest of the night. You are giving me a headache."

"Mission accomplished then," you whispered with a smile.

"Is he always this serious?" Asked JJ, and you nodded.

"And you haven't seen him on Christmas. He is indeed the town's Grinch."

"They have a Hotch!" Yelled Rossi, making Spencer almost spill his coffee.

"Haha, hilarious," said Hotch with sarcasm, making the team burst into laughter

Spencer slowly leaned in next to your ear and whispered:

"So, do you like them?"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you were so nervous for me to meet them; they are great. You have a really nice family."

Spencer smiled, kissing your cheek softly before looking at the team again with happiness on his eyes.

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sideofmango · 4 years ago

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt.

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens.

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

**Tag List is at the bottom**

𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home.

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people.

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler.

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her.

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded.

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room.

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in.

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.”

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room.

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow.

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl.

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son.

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

Tag List: (Let me know if y’all wanna be added. Just send me a message)

@bakugous-mamas

TAGS:

#katsukisblackteddy #pharaoh bakugou #warrior princess reader #bakugou x black reader #ancient egypt au #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #in honor of black history month coming up #ancient egypt #TWQ&HP Mini Series #i don't know how many parts I want to write for this yet #black history month 2021 #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #pls i love mitsuki

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krreader · 5 years ago

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aurora.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader ; jeon jeongguk x reader ; jeon jeongguk x iu fandom: bts ; solo artists (iu) warnings: language genre: angst ; fluff word count: 6k+

summary: dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate

a/n: you read that right. 6k. this escalated so hard. but anyways, let me say the biggest fucking thank you to my lovely friend @belovedcherry who actually commissioned this and was kind enough to let me post it. I am beyond grateful for you, seriously. I truly hope this is everything you wanted and more and thank you again for being such an amazing person. I love you, boo ♥

“What are you doing? It's too early,” you turned around when Jeongguk opened the curtains, the sunlight hurting your eyes this early in the morning, so you tried to squeeze them together tighter.

He started chuckling and jumped back into bed, wrapping an arm around your middle and pulling you against his naked chest, “It's 11 AM, (Y/N).”

“Too early,” you whined, but started giggling when he began to kiss your shoulder, then neck. His hand rested on your hip, but slowly traveled up until he could hold your hand.

His thumb brushed over the back of it, then over the diamond ring that he put on your finger only last night. Then, you finally opened your eyes, smiling at the memory of the simple, yet beautiful proposal over dinner. The most wonderful things he had said last night, about you, your future..

“I still can't believe it,” you whispered.

“Believe it. Believe that you're going to be the lucky Mrs. Jeon (Y/N) soon,” he chuckled into the nape of your neck and pulled you yet again closer, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“I really am the luckiest woman alive.”

It was a memory that used to give you joy, of course. How couldn’t it? A proposal was supposed to bring happy memories with it.

But it seemed as if everything went downhill from there on. Thinking back on it, that was the last good memory that you had of your time together.. of him. And if you could.. you’d gladly erase it from your mind, just so you’d finally stop your heart from hurting so much and the tears from flooding.

But how could you have possibly known? After four years, you obviously had trusted him blindly and believed everything he told you. Every promise and every 'I love you' was a genuine one, you didn’t even question it once.

So how could a person that promised you the world, throw you away like garbage in less than five seconds, when you were ready to give up everything for them? How could the person that promised you their name replace you so easily and give it to someone else only five months after your broken engagement?

Like it meant nothing.. like you meant nothing.

“I don't.. I don't understand,” everything was.. fine. Everything was perfect, this made no sense, why was he saying these things? Why was he suddenly talking about IU again when he hadn’t mentioned her name in years?

Was this because.. she broke up with her boyfriend?

“I'm truly sorry, (Y/N).”

“You're.. sorry?” you got up from the couch, your eyebrows furrowed, “You're telling me you're sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry that you want to throw away everything you and I built for the last years for the chance of being with someone else? You're replacing me for the slight possible of being with.. someone else?”

Being broken up with was a horrible feeling in itself. But the reason for it being that he wanted to replace you.. now that was something that would leave you scarred forever.

Jeongguk tried to look at you, but he failed miserably.

He felt mad at himself and so utterly ashamed, but it's what his heart wanted.. it's what it always wanted. So he couldn't pass up the chance of finally being with her now that he got it.

“She already approached me, (Y/N).”

“So you already cheated on me,” it wasn't a question. It was a statement.

“No!” he quickly yelled out, “No, we didn't, we only.. we agreed to meet.”

“You fucking asshole,” you let out a humorless laugh, your head shaking, “You fucking asshole,” you repeated, but this time you screamed at him, pulling the engagement ring off your finger and throwing it at him.

“I'm sorry,” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Jeongguk and you used to be so happy that even the thought of you eventually breaking up with each other was not something you could have ever seen happening. He was your soulmate, your best friend, your ride or die. He was the one who was always there even when he was far away, the one who you saw as the father of your children.. well.. that one turned out to be kind of true.. but only kind of.

“Miss?” you jumped a little when the lady working at the airport stood in front of you with an unsure smile, but quickly put on a smile as well to show her that you were ready to listen now that she already ripped you out of your thoughts, “I'm really sorry, but there's no seat left in the front row, all passengers that sit there paid extra already.”

“Ah, I see.. thank you for trying anyways.”

The only reason why you wanted that seat was that you would have liked to stretch out your legs a little more. Ever since your pregnancy began you were having trouble with your legs swelling, something completely normal, but on such a long flight you would have appreciated it if you have had the chance to stretch a little bit.

Your hands rested on your belly, a sigh escaping your lips, “I hope you'll be more comfortable than mommy, little bean.”

This wasn't the life you had wanted for your child.

You had wanted your child to have a happy family once it was born, a happy father and mother who were more than excited to finally be able to hold him or her in their arms. But what would they get instead? A scared and lonely shell of a person who was struggling mentally and financially..

But no matter the financial problems that you had, you couldn't stay in Seoul.

Not with their pictures being plastered everywhere you went. Not with the ‘Congratulations on your marriage!’ slogans in every subway station.

“Flight L730 to Sydney is now ready to depart. We ask our passengers sitting in first class, as well as our gold star members and senators to..-” the lady started to announce. Most people had been lining up for a while already, so you decided that you'd get up and get in line as well, especially because it wasn’t as easy for you anymore to just get up and walk somewhere, despite you only being five months pregnant now.

You were minding your own business, when two girls in front of you started talking about a subject that you really had enough of hearing about.

“Did you see their wedding picture? IU looks breathtaking, don't you think?”

Your jaw began to clench, your eyes slowly looking up and seeing the picture that one was showing the other through the gap of their shoulders.

“I'm so happy for them. He's tried so long, I'm glad he finally got his happy ending with the woman he loves.”

They didn't know.

They couldn't know.

You weren't even allowed to be angry at them, because they were oblivious to what had been going on behind closed doors. No one had known about you. Four years he had kept you a secret. Fuck, even Bangtan didn't know you existed for the first two and a half years. And even after that you rarely saw them. Jeongguk never told you the reason as to why he didn't like you being around them, but you had been alright with it. You weren't dating him for his group, after all.

Still.. you often wondered what people would think of Jeongguk if they knew the truth.

If they knew how he had handled the entire situation.. especially in regards to the baby.

“(Y/N).. you need to stop calling me,” he let out a heavy sigh, his fingers massaging his temples.

“You need to listen to me,” you let out a sob, the pregnancy test between your fingers shaking due to your trembling hand.

This just made everything ten times worse.

A broken heart was one thing, but a baby.. fuck. This complicated matters.

“No, I don't,” Jeongguk looked to the sleeping IU to his right, then pushed the covers away and walked into the living room so he wouldn't wake her up, “I've apologized enough, I can't do much else than that. You need to accept it, as hard as that might be. I truly am sorry.”

“Jeongguk, I..-”

“No. We're done,” he said a bit more sternly now, “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

You had sent him countless of messages afterwards in which you told him about the baby, but the messages were never opened or read. After a while and after a few more calls that never went through, you realized that he probably blocked your number.

And that was that.

Because you didn't have any other way of contacting him.

He had moved out of your shared apartment after the break-up and you didn't know where he lived now. You also didn't have phone numbers of any of his band members.. you had no way to tell him that he'd be a father soon.

But now, after five months and the wedding picture that you saw on the phone of this girl, you once again realized that even if he knew, he probably wouldn't even care..

..because it wouldn't be her baby.

Just like you didn’t matter anymore, because you weren’t her.

“Flight L730 to Sydney is now ready to board for all passengers. Please take out your passport and flight ticket for us to scan and we hope you enjoy your trip.”

Your hand once again rested on your belly, your thumb gently brushing over it.

This was it.. you'd finally leave that part of your life behind that once brought you so much happiness but had left you with a shattered heart.

It was for the best.. maybe you'd even find your happy ending there.. someday.

three years later

“I love Sydney,” Jimin sighed happily, leaning back in his seat and enjoying the sun shining into his face.

“You say that about every country we tour in,” Taehyung chuckled and wiped his mouth with a napkin, “But I agree.. it's beautiful. Especially the architecture.”

“If you end up talking about architecture again for an hour straight, I'm going to leave,” Jimin warned, but with a smile.

“I mean, come on, how could I not? It's such a beautiful mixture of old and new architecture, forming something so unique and special that..- hey! Come on!”

But Jimin stayed true to his word and actually got up, “No, I'm sorry, I can't listen to another one hour ramble about some architect that’s already been dead for years, I already did that in New York and London. You pay, I'll be back at the hotel.”

Taehyung let out a disappointed sigh. He should have simply asked Namjoon hyung to go to lunch with him. At least he would have listened.

“Uh, sorry? Pay?” he asked when a waitress passed by, then quickly looked down to pull out his wallet from his pockets.

“I hope the food tasted good?”

“Ah, very good!” and when he turned around to look at you with his boxy smile, both you and him instantly froze.

You recognized each other within a second, despite you not having seen each other in years, and even then, only briefly.

He knew who you were and you obviously knew who he was, not just because of the fact that his face was plastered all over town because of their upcoming concert, but also because of your history. Your history, that you successfully managed to forget about.. or at least.. that's what you wanted to believe.

“You..- (Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” he instantly switched back to speaking Korean, his smile reappearing on his face. He even got up and hugged you tightly, despite you and him never having been that close to each other.

But maybe he was just happy to see a familiar face in a foreign country.

You just stood there stiff as a tree, feeling very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“Man, it's so nice to see you again! It's been.. what? Three years? How have you been? What's new?”

You couldn't have this conversation.

Not here and not now, because you couldn’t predict your emotions.

You hadn’t talked about what had happened to anyone ever since you left and you didn’t want to do that now after you successfully locked that part away and threw away the key.

“Do you want to pay with cash or card?”

Taehyung was taken aback, but the surprise of meeting you so suddenly made him completely forget about the reason why you left in the first place.

Maybe seeing him didn't bring back the best of memories.

“Card, please.”

He took that moment that you walked away to get the machine for his card to gather his thoughts and really think about what he'd say next. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries, or more than he already had.

And so when you were back and inserted the card, he said, “I never got to say that I was sorry about everything that happened between you and Jeongguk, but..-”

“Don't,” you whispered, your eyes firmly on the machine.

“What?”

“Don't pity me,” you handed him the machine, “I don't want pity.”

He gulped down hard. He hadn't said one good thing to you, apparently. And he felt bad about that. So he quickly typed in his PIN, but before he handed you back the machine, he said: “When are you done here? Do you.. want to go grab a coffee? Talk about.. something? Not.. him. Just catch up?”

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Please, (Y/N). You live here now, right? So maybe.. you could show me around a bit? I only have today off, so I'd love to see some secret spots that only the locals know about,” he grinned.

“I'm not your tourist guide,” you said bitterly and handed him the receipt, already wanting to leave again.

“I know you're not,” he got up and wrapped his hand around your wrist, quickly letting it go again when he saw the way you looked at his hand, “I want to know how you are. I truly do.”

It was the sincerity in his eyes that made you actually think about it. A part of you told you not to fall for it, that he was just like Jeongguk and that you'd get nothing good out of having an actual conversation with him, even if you'd never see each other again after today. But you had always liked Taehyung those very few times that you saw him. He always treated you well, respected you and took good care of you when you were out together for dinner.

So because of old time's sake, you said: “I get off in two hours. So 5PM sharp,” and with that you turned around and walked back into the restaurant, leaving a smiling Taehyung behind.

“Hyung!” Jeongguk ran after Taehyung when he wanted to get into the elevator, “I've been looking for you! Do you want to go out? Do something?”

Should he tell him? Probably not.. not even for his sake, because Taehyung knew that he didn't care, but for your sake. You probably wouldn't want him to know that you were here.

“I already have plans, sorry.”

“Huh? With whom?”

“See you tonight for dinner!” Taehyung pressed the button and watched Jeongguk's eyebrows draw together in confusion when the elevator doors closed.

He was a little early when he arrived back at the restaurant, so he just stood outside and watched you work for a while.

You were still pretty.. he always thought you were beautiful, but the Australian sun illuminating your skin and smile.. it suit you. Taehyung could never quite understand Jeongguk on why he rather wanted IU than you. If anyone were to ask his opinion on the matter, he immediately would have chosen you to be prettier than her. But maybe that’s just personal preference..

“You should just ask her out, mate,” a guy nudged his side, making Taehyung jump a little.

“Sorry?”

“(Y/N). She's single. Actually, would do her good to have someone by her side,” he only understood half of what he was saying, especially because of the accent, but this guy seemed to know you. When he walked into the restaurant he realized that he must be your co-worker since the two of you started talking casually.

It was only when you approached Taehyung after you got off that you confirmed it, “My co-worker thinks you have a crush on me.”

“I just.. I wasn't.. I was just..-”

“Relax,” you chuckled, “I told him you're an old friend,” you shouldered your bag, “What did he tell you?”

“Honestly? I don't know. The accent was a bit.. much.”

“Yeah,” that made you laugh as you two started to walk away from the restaurant together, “It takes a little time to get used to it. But people are nice here, you know?”

“So you're happy?”

You didn't answer right away, really thought about your words, “I'm.. okay. It's easier here than it was in Seoul. And it's getting better every day, you know?”

Taehyung nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants, “I thought about you a lot, actually. About whether or not you were doing okay. Some of us thought about contacting you, but we didn't know how.. and.. well, we didn't know whether or not we should get involved.”

“I'm glad you didn't,” you admitted, “I needed space and.. time. I needed to be alone to really cut that part of me off, as hard as that sounds.”

“No, I understand,” he nodded, “Still.. it can’t have been easy, moving here all on your own..”

“I wasn't alone.. not really.”

“Oh? Then you..-?”

Taehyung must have thought about a man, a boyfriend maybe. A past one, since that co-worker mentioned you were now single.

But that's.. not really what you have had in mind.

Before Taehyung even knew it, you had led him to a child care center. Only a few children were out playing at this time, since it was already rather late.

He was confused for a moment, thought you might just wanted to pass by, but.. you walked in.

And he followed.

“MOMMY!” a little girl, not older than three, ran into your arms with her black pigtails, you picking her up and spinning her around.

“Ah, I missed you so much,” you showered her face with kisses, loving the giggling sounds she made, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeeeeah! We made a lot of drawings! I’ll show you!”

“Okay,” you gently put her back down with a smile, “Then hurry, get your bag and paintings. I'll wait here for you.”

She ran back inside, past the child care worker who waved at you to greet you.

For a moment you had completely forgotten that Taehyung was even there, only when he spoke did you remember, “Oh my god..”

“I told you not to pity me.”

“I'm.. not, I'm just..- does he know?! He never said anything?! Oh my god, he knew and didn’t say anything? Or did you never tell him? I don’t..-” his eyes were wide, plainly speaking what he was thinking. Which.. didn’t make much sense.

“I tried telling him, but he blocked my number. He was.. too busy,” you shrugged, “I don't care anymore, Taehyung. I made a promise to myself when I gave birth to her that I won't let him ruin my life any more than he already had. I got two jobs to provide for my girl, I got us an apartment that is big enough for the both of us and I'm doing the best I can to give her everything she needs and wants. I don't need him anymore and I will never need him again.”

He was.. glad to hear that, really. He was actually even a little proud that you got your shit together like this, but it still pained him that Jeongguk would do this to you. To him, it almost felt like he was a little bit responsible, even though that was bullshit.

Taehyung couldn’t have changed any of this, Jeongguk was his own person and you knew that.

So you didn’t hold a grudge against him or any of the other members. This wasn’t their fault.

When your daughter ran back out she finally saw Taehyung for the first time. He thought she may be shy, but not at all. She actually extended her hand to him, “I'm Zoe.”

“Zoe, my friend Taehyung is Korean.. can you introduce yourself in Korean?”

Her eyes widened, even beamed a little and Taehyung couldn't help but grin and kneel down when the little girl bowed and introduced herself in Korean.

“Wow! You speak Korean?”

“Mommy taught me!”

“Your mommy is a very smart woman.”

“The smartest,” the little girl giggled and leaned against your leg.

“Oh wow.. did you paint these?” Taehyung pointed at her pictures and your little girl instantly showed him with a proud smile, “These are.. amazing!”

“Mommy he likes them! Did you hear? He likes them!”

“I heard,” you grinned and picked her up, brushing down the skirt of her dress, “Let's go home, though. You need to eat something and so does mommy.”

Taehyung didn't move when you walked up ahead, he didn't think you'd want him to come, but..-

“Hey.. you coming or what?” you smiled at him and even Zoe waved him over, “Come on, Taehyungie!”

"We need to talk about honorifics, I think,” he chuckled.

Taehyung remembered the old apartment you used to live at with Jeongguk. It had been luxurious and big, too big for two people actually.

Your apartment now was a lot more cozier.

It was a one bedroom apartment, small, but still nice. It felt.. like home. Like what he always wanted to experience when he was a teenager and thought about moving in with his girlfriend eventually.

“Look,” Zoe struggled to climb up on the couch, her tongue sticking out in concentration, but once she sat next to Taehyung, she proudly showed him all her favorite paintings that she made, “This is mommy and this is me.”

“Wow.. your mommy looks so beautiful here. And you look so cute!”

“My mommy is the beautifulest person on the planet,” she proudly said.

Taehyung raised his head and watched you make dinner in the kitchen. You had put up your hair, but some strands kept falling into your face. He watched with a smile as you pushed them back again and again, letting out more than one annoyed sigh because of it.

“She really is,” he whispered.

Zoe might only be three years old, but kids were a lot smarter than adults gave them credit for.

She looked the same direction that he looked at, then looked back at him, “Do you like my mommy?”

“Huh? Oh, I..- well, your mommy is an old friend, you know?”

She was quiet for a moment, then she asked, “Are you.. my daddy?”

Oh god.., “I'm.. uhm.. just a friend, sweetheart.”

“Oh..-” her shoulder slumped in disappointment, then she pulled out a paper from the very bottom and showed him. It was of her, you and a man.. but the man didn't have a face, “I don't have a daddy, you know? All of my friends do.. but I don't.”

It broke his heart.

It absolutely shattered it, actually.

And he wanted to punch the living shit out of Jeongguk and that had never been an emotion he felt before.

“But you have your mommy.. and she loves you so much,” Taehyung tried to console her.

“I know,” she nodded, slowly beginning to smile again, “I love her most.”

“Okay,” you walked into the living room and put two plates down in front of Taehyung and Zoe, “I'm sorry, love, I didn't have time to go grocery shopping today. I hope this is okay..”

“PASTA!” she screamed in excitement and sat down on the floor, “Thank you, mommy!”

You gently brushed through her hair, then handed Taehyung a fork, “I know, not what you're used to, but I hope you like it nevertheless.”

“It's perfect,” you stared at each other for a moment, you being the first to break the eye contact when your daughter started to tell you about her day.

But you still caught yourself staring at him more than once throughout the dinner.

Maybe it was the way he talked to Zoe that made you feel this way, the way that Zoe looked at him.. or maybe it was just that you've been so lonely for so long that it was nice to finally have someone like him here again. Someone from your past? Someone that you once liked and got along with? Or just.. anyone older than your daughter?

Maybe.. maybe it was the fact that it was him.

And you knew that was stupid.

Because what the fuck did you think was going to happen?

He was still a BTS member, he was currently on world tour and he'd leave in what.. two days again? Getting attached was a stupid thing to do and you were not stupid.

Not anymore.

“You need help?” Taehyung peaked his head into the kitchen after dinner to see if you needed help with the dishes.

“I'm good, thank you,” you smiled at him from over your shoulder.

“Mommy, can you read me my bedtime story?”

Zoe squeezed past Taehyung to stand in the kitchen, already in her pajamas.

“Can you give me ten more minutes?”

“I.. can do it. If you.. want to and if that's okay with you?” Taehyung looked at you to await your approval, but it seemed like Zoe decided before you could.

“YES!” she jumped up and down and pulled him with her into your bedroom.

It seemed like you shared your bedroom with your daughter. There was only one bed here, so he assumed you and her slept in one bed.

And he was correct.

She tried her hardest to climb up onto the bed like she had tried with the couch earlier, but she had no chance with the bed, it was simply too high for her.

Taehyung grinned and gently lifted her up, then sat down next to her, “This is my side,” she proudly said as she got under the covers, “Mommy sleeps there.”

“That's so cool!”

“Mommy says that once we have enough money to move, I get my own bedroom!” she squealed in excitement.

And once again, Taehyung's heart started to hurt.

Jeongguk had so much money.. and you were here sharing a bed with your daughter because you could barely afford this apartment. How was this fair?

News flash. It wasn’t.

None of this was.

And that was Jeongguk’s fault right from the start. But it was only now that he realized just how much of his fault it all was.

Nevertheless, he didn't want to show his emotions to the little girl.

Instead, he read her the bedtime story that she wanted to hear, doing his best to deliver it in a way that children would find entertaining.

Only that.. she really didn't care about the story. At least not when he was much more interesting.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, love,” he closed the book but kept his finger in it, in case she wanted to hear more of the story later on.

“Do you know who my daddy is?”

Oh god.. what should he do? Lie to her?

Yes. Absolutely. You had your reasons for not telling her about Jeongguk, he would not be the one to tell her about him if you hadn't so far.

“I don't.”

And once again, her shoulder slumped.

“I think about him sometimes.. maybe he hates me, so that's why he left mommy..”

“No,” Taehyung immediately shook his head, “Don't think like this. You are a wonderful girl. You're beautiful, you're smart and,” he picked up one of her paintings from the night stand, “So talented. Whoever your dad is, wherever he is, he’s an idiot for not seeing that.”

She giggled, “You said a bad word.”

“Don't tell your mommy, okay? I’m scared she won’t like me anymore if she finds out.”

“I promise,” she giggled, then quickly pushed the covers away and cuddled against his chest, closing her eyes for a moment, “I hope you visit us more often. I really like you..”

Taehyung slowly wrapped his arms around the little girl, but he didn't say anything. Because he didn't want to make her a promise that he couldn't keep.

It took five more minutes for him to come out of the bedroom, smiling at you when he saw you leaning against the wall opposite of the bedroom.

“She's a cute girl,” he whispered.

“Yeah.. I got really lucky.”

Taehyung completely forgot that he had dinner plans with the rest of the boys and his managers tonight. He hadn't checked his phone for hours and wasn't planning on doing it now as you and him sat in front of the couch with glasses of wine in your hands.

“I don't ever really bring men over.. so this is all new for her.”

“What.. no sexual adventures?”

“I know this might be hard to believe, but it’s not exactly easy to do that when you have a toddler sleeping in the same bed as you,” you both chuckled.

It was quiet for a moment, you staring into your glass, when he asked: “She seems to be thinking about her father a lot.”

“It's hard for her to understand why everyone else has one and only she doesn't,” you took a sip from your wine, “But I can't bring myself to tell her the truth. Not now. She wouldn't understand anyways. So I just don't tell her at all.”

Taehyung didn't say anything.

And you noticed that.

“You disapprove.”

“It's not my place to have an opinion on this, (Y/N). This is your child and your child only.”

You liked that. That he didn't acknowledge Jeongguk's role in this, because that's what it was to you now. He was only the one who made her, but he had no place in her life.

Still.. you thought about him every now and then.

And it's been three years.

You were over it.

“How is he?”

“No, I'm not talking about him,” he shook his head.

“I'm okay, Taehyung.”

“I don't care. He doesn't deserve for you to even so much as think about him.”

“He's still your best friend, just because of what happened between him and me doesn't mean that you have to hate him too.”

“I didn't hate him. Not before. But..-” Taehyung gulped down hard, “If I have had the chance to have a girl as beautiful as Zoe as my daughter.. I'd be the happiest man alive, (Y/N). And he..-”

“He doesn’t know and I stopped blaming him a long time ago. I realized that I’m a much happier person if I don’t focus on what went wrong in my life and just appreciate what went right. I used to hate him, but at the same time, I am so grateful that he gave me Zoe. She’s everything to me.”

“Still, I'm sorry for what he did to you. And there is no way that I can.. undo what he's done.. but maybe I could.. I don't know.. come by every once in a while?”

“Sydney isn't Busan, Taehyung. You can't just get in the car and be there in two hours.”

“BigHit is giving us more breaks nowadays and.. we're thinking about a hiatus anyways. Nothing is set in stone, but we all need a break. Maybe one year, maybe two, maybe more, maybe forever,” he then realized what he just told you and his eyes quickly widened, “But.. don't tell anyone about that. That's actually top secret and I shouldn't have told you about it.”

You chuckled and nodded, “I won't tell. Promise.”

“So.. what do you say? Would you like that?”

Your smile slowly faded, then you shook your head a little as your eyes fell onto the picture of you and Zoe together, “I trusted Jeongguk with my entire being and he broke me for having done that. I can't be this naive again. Not when I have Zoe. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, I understand you. But I’m going to prove it to you.. that I’m not him,” he made a promise to himself that night. Jeongguk might have abandoned you, but he wouldn't. He had let you go so easily back then, but he couldn't again, not after all this.

You didn't say anything. You just continued drinking your wine with him in silence.

Nothing happened this night.

You just talked about his life, about your life, catching up like old friends. And it really felt like that's what you were, despite you not having talked a lot back in the day.

Taehyung completely forgot the time and boy, everyone was so mad at him for coming back so late. They thought something might have happened.

And that was true.

Something did happen.

He had made a decision and a promise on where he'd be five years from now.

And he kept that promise.

five years later

A hiatus that already lasted almost two years, but they needed that time.

Bangtan was drained and they all needed a break.

However, they all went their separate ways, all doing things they were passionate about. But not with each other.

Jeongguk, who had just signed his divorce papers after his marriage with IU had slowly but surely been falling apart for the last three years, was incredibly lost. Normally, he'd just spend time with his hyungs and they'd pick him up again like they always did, but with the way they were all scattered around the globe, that wasn't so easy anymore.

He ended up taking a flight to Sydney.

Him and Taehyung weren't as close as they once were and he never found out the reason for why that was, but he could really use the one that he once called his actual brother.

Maybe this would even bring them closer together again.

Taehyung had once told them the address he'd be staying at while he'd be in Sydney for emergencies, so that's where he was going now.

A.. surprise visit.

Only that when he got out of the car, he didn't see Taehyung, but someone he had only recently been starting to think about a lot again.

And what a surprise it was indeed.. but for him.

“Why are you so bad at admitting it?” you laughed happily as you got out of the car, Jeongguk staring at the girl, not older than eight, who looked.. exactly.. like him, “I know you like him.”

“Mom, stop it,” the girl giggled, “I don't like him, boys are disgusting.”

“You're such a bad liar.”

The girl sprinted into the apartment building, while you walked to the trunk of the car to get the groceries out.

He just stood there in shock, watched you unpack everything, not being able to move or say anything.

But it was as if you knew.

Knew, that someone was staring and watching you.

You stopped moving momentarily, then you turned around and looked around until your eyes fell on him. The man you hadn't thought about in five years. Because you really had no reason to anymore.

He didn't look good. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages and the man you once thought to be a god now looked so mortal and human.

He reminded you of you when you first came here, actually.

Both of you stared at each other for a very long time, before he was the first to approach you.

“You're.. here..?”

“I think the better question would be why are you?” your voice was so strong compared to his.

“I.. well, Taehyung.. hyung, he gave me..-”

“Mom, can you hurry..-” Zoe stopped when she saw you talk to a man, “Oh.. sorry.”

And you could tell that he knew instantly.

Maybe it was the age or the fact that she looked just like him. Probably the latter.

“Hi,” he managed to say in a high-pitched voice.

“Uh, hey,” she furrowed her eyebrows, “Should.. I get.. dad?”

“Dad?” Jeongguk looked at you in confusion.

“It's fine, love. Just wait upstairs. I'll be right there.”

She left, even though she seemed unsure of whether or not she should leave you alone with this guy. He seemed.. weird.

“Dad?” he repeated, “She..-”

“I tried telling you, Jeongguk. I called, I texted, I did everything I could. But you were too busy chasing after your happy ending that, from the looks of it, didn't work out in the end.”

“Who is dad?!” he asked once again.

“That's none of your business. It's not you, that's all that matters.”

“But I am! I am her father! You just said it, she’s my kid!”

You let out a laugh, “No. You really aren't. You might have been the sperm donor, but that’s all you are.”

You wanted to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your arm, “(Y/N), wait..-”

“No, I know what you're going to say. You're going to apologize to me and you're going to tell me that you made the biggest mistake of your life. You're going to tell me that IU wasn't the one for you after all and you're going to ask me to forgive you, maybe even for the sake of my daughter. Is that about right?” when he didn't answer, you knew you were on the right track, “So let me tell you right upfront, Jeon Jeongguk. The times of me crying over what could have been are over. Because for the first time in over five years, I am finally happy. Completely and utterly happy. And I'm not like you. I'm not going to throw away my happiness like you did.”

He slowly but surely let go of your arm, his shoulders slumping.

“You were wrong back then, you know? It wasn't me who could have been lucky to have you,” you smiled at him, “It could have been you who would have been lucky to have me. But that's your loss.. not mine.”

He came here for Taehyung, but he didn't even think about his hyung after this encounter.

All he could think about was regret.. his body was full of nothing but regret.

You, on the other hand, got into the elevator with a proud smile and entered your apartment with an even happier smile as you saw your son waddling towards you.

Completely naked.

“Hey, hey, hey, why are you running around with no pants again?”

The little boy giggled and hid behind you and a moment later, Taehyung slid into the hallway with his socks.

“Oh! Hey! You got him!”

“Did he run away again when you wanted to change his diapers?”

“I swear it's not my fault,” he laughed, quickly kissed your cheek and then picked up his son, “Come on now, I know changing diapers isn't your favorite, I don't like it either, buddy, especially after the last time you peed in my face, but it has to be done.”

You walked into the kitchen with a grin to put away the groceries when your daughter joined you.

“Who was that guy, mom?” she sounded worried, but you still smiled at her.

“Just.. someone from my past.”

Maybe she knew. If she did, she didn't say anything.

Life changed as much for you as it did for her.

She wasn’t the three year old anymore who was yearning for a father, because she had one now. And even if she knew that Taehyung wasn’t her biological father, it didn’t matter to her. He raised her. He loved her. He cared for her.

She hugged you from behind like the angel that she was and held you tight, whispering, “I love you, mommy,” into your back.

Your life used to be so broken that you felt like it would never be okay again.

But as you could hear your son scream from happiness and your husband making airplane sounds and as you turned around to properly hug your daughter, you once again realized that you’ve finally passed the stage of darkness.

“I love you too, Zoe Kim.”

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f00tball-imagines · 3 years ago

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Ivy - Jadon Sancho

Player: Jadon Sancho (with a guest appearance of Marco Reus)

Word count: 847

Prompt: “You are dating one of Sancho teammates and your boyfriend is cheating on you. Everyone in the team knows about it and Sancho gets mad at him for doing that to you 1st because no one deserves that and 2nd because he loves you and would never treat you that way. He doesn’t understand why your boyfriend is having an affair when he has the most beautiful and intelligent woman by his side.” (Request by Anon)

A/N: I combined this request with Ivy by Taylor Swift, I hope you’re alright with that, Anon! Your prompt goes so well with the lyrics, so I just kinda seized the opportunity 😅✨ Also, Jadon is still playing for Borussia Dortmund in this fic, so I could include my problematic fave Marco Reus as the cheating boyfriend! ✨ If you guys have any more requests (for our Taylor Swift series or in general), please let us know! 💖😊

"Give me that!" I reach for the wine bottle on the table that Marco has left there before stepping out on the pitch a minute ago, much to Jadon’s surprise, though. "I thought you-"

"Change of priorities," I interrupt him harshly, shrugging. I take a sip and crack a smile. It's good wine. No wonder Marco prefers getting drunk over spending time with me. "Change of heart, actually."

"I see," he says. He's so unfazed by everything, it's unbelievable! I watch him scratching at the ink on his forearm, as if he was trying to claw his own skin off. Maybe he's not all that calm and collected after all... "How come you're not watching Marco play?"

Are you actually that oblivious or are you just pouring salt into the wound? "I've watched him play so many times." Why the fuck do you even care, anyways?

"So?"

"I thought you were in love with Marco."

The bottle almost slips out of my fingers into the dirt and grime on the hardwood floor of the dressing room. "I-, I, umm, I was."

He looks up at me. "Ah." Then, he looks down again. "Let me guess. Homeboy cheated?"

"He did." Not just once. Not twice either. In fact, he has a whole ass fling going on behind my back. But he doesn’t know that I know about it yet.

"Too bad."

"It really is." I take one last more swig before setting the wine bottle aside. I’ve never been a big drinker, but after that thing with Marco... I’d try about anything to take my mind off things. “Jadon... Why are boys so strange at times?”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Strange? I wouldn’t exactly call Marco’s behaviour strange, to be honest.” Excuse me? Are you coming to that cheater’s defense now or what? “It’s just... pathetic.” Ah. Alright. Couldn’t agree more.

“Maybe it’s what I deserve...”

“Bullshit!” Jadon frowns at me, I get the feeling that if he wasn’t injured, he would’ve jumped to his feet to lecture me. “Honestly, you’re such a kind soul, always smiling, always trying to make people happy. And-, umm, you’re so beautiful, too...” Beautiful? I think I got off at the wrong station! “Oh, come on!” I snort, shaking my head at him while my cheeks are getting warm. “I can’t be all that beautiful and kind and whatever if Marco found himself someone else!” Someone better, I suppose.

“The man’s off his rocker or something!” No, Jadon, you are off your rocker for thinking I’m something special! “Like, why would he have an affair when he already has the most beautiful and intelligent lady by his side?” His words hit home. It’s been a while since Marco has called me anything like that. Truth be told, it’s been a while since we’ve had a decent conversation in general. Right now, it’s nothing more than “Good morning”, “Have a nice day” and “Good night”. Day after day. I don’t feel welcome anymore. I have no idea why I’m here tonight.

“Hey, I thought I’m the one who’s drunk!” I exclaim, even giggling a little. I don’t know, he just makes me feel like there’s ivy growing out of the cracks of the stone-cold boulder my heart has turned into. Ivy - because it represents fidelity. Something that Marco surely is lacking. And Jadon... He’s so unlike him!

“What do you mean?” he asks so nonchalantly. “I’m being serious!”

“Are you trying to confess your love or what?” I frown at him. I mean, I wouldn’t even be surprised! Not after that long, long talk with Jude. About Marco’s side bitch and Jadon who apparently likes me quite a lot.

He blushes visibly as he’s struggling for words. “Umm... Well... Perhaps.” Oh, goddamn...

“Jadon, I-” I wish I could. But I can’t. “I’m dating Marco.” Officially. But actually... Our love has died a long time ago already. I have no idea why I’m still grieving for it after everything he has put me through.

“I know...” I can see his Adam’s apple moving underneath his tanned skin. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I wish I wasn’t,” I tell him unceremoniously.

“Mhm,” he makes merely. I don’t know what to say, I just put the wine bottle up to my lips again, secretly wishing his kiss was numbing my pain instead of an ocean of alcohol. “You could... break up with him,” he suggests carefully. Oh, really? No shit! “I-, I don’t know...” Yeah, I don’t know why I’m still holding onto the shards of our relationship either. “Maybe...” To be honest, that thought has crossed my mind before. Multiple times.

“It’d be the right thing to do,” he says and I know that he’s right about that. “He’s just making you miserable.”

“But-”

“No buts. That relationship isn’t going anywhere anymore and you know it.” I do. “Honestly, dump him!”

I just sigh. There really is nothing left to do. Except for running from the mess with Marco. So whatever Jadon and I have going on now can blossom instead.

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hot-wiings · 4 years ago

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The One Where It's Notoriously Known To The Pro Hero Community That All Might's Daughter, [Y/N] Yagi Is Unofficially Dating Rising Pro Hero!Deku, Except He Doesn’t Think It’s Wise To Settle Down. Alternatively, The One That’s 10.5K Words, That I came Up With In The Shower

Edited: 2-6-2021

His hands were on your hips. His fingers easing into your skin, pulling and grasping all he could get. His face was in your neck. His voice gasping out little moans, his lips placing hot kisses over your skin, his teeth ever so gracefully grazing your ear in a way that made you shiver and groan.

Your hands were on his back. Your fingernails digging into his back and easing up to his shoulder where you grabbed onto him for support, the feeling of your nails on his skin only more cause for him to drive himself into you quicker. Quicker, and needier. Your legs were around him. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, legs hooked together pulling him in closer with every pound in and out.

You both were inches from each other, fornicating in such a forbidden way, a way Izuku swore he would never touch you. You both could've told each other no, the wine in your system wasn't that strong. You were both practically sober, and there would be no one to blame but yourselves in the following morning. Even as you clenched around him, even as he felt himself cum into the condom, he was trying to justify his actions. It's just one night. Just one night. One night you both tended to repeat on different nights.

'It's just one night,' he told himself as he pulled out of you and walked over to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. 'It's just one night, it doesn't mean anything,' he told himself as he pulled the condom wrapper off of himself. 'It's just one night, it doesn't mean anything, she's your best friend,' he told himself as he turned the water on and grabbed a washcloth to clean himself up.

They were all justifications. Justifications to every thought he had that gravitated towards you. Justifications to every moment he wanted you to be his. Justifications for everything he was putting you through. Justifications for every push and excuse he gave to keep you at arms' lengths away.

You laid on your bed, thoughts of a different manner running wild through your head. 'It feels different this time,' you told yourself as you pushed yourself up against your headboard. 'It feels different this time, he's not going to push me away this time,' you tell yourself as you pull your sheets tight against your naked chest. 'It feels different this time, he's not going to push me away this time, he's gonna make it official, he's gonna make us official,' you tell yourself as you reach for the water bottle on the table beside your bed to rehydrate yourself.

Izuku walked back into your bedroom, pants on his body, tying his belt around his waist as he looked around for his shirt. He was positive he had left it strewn on the floor by the left side of your bed. You tried not to let a frown slide on your face, you left a smile present, an unwavering smile. Izuku hated himself as he saw you sitting there staring at him. You smiled like your father, Toshinori, a smile so full of hope. Full of hope in him, full of hope in him and you.

"Are you leaving?"

'I want to stay.'

"I, um, yeah... I have early patrol tomorrow. You know how it is."

"Yeah! Stay safe, text me when you get home."

'I want to stay. I want to cuddle you. I want to caress you as you fall asleep. Care for you like a lady should be.' They were the words he wanted to say. The words that got stuck in his throat as he watched you, happy and unwavering, happy and dignified, happy and hopeful.

"I will."

Those are the words that actually come out of Izuku's lips, but they're just another lie. He places a kiss against your forehead, a sweet and bitter goodbye. 'I shouldn't see you anymore, not after tonight', it is a bitter reality he thinks he needs to follow. He had let himself have too much freedom with you. He slips his t-shirt on and then proceeds to go to the front of your apartment to find his phone and jacket. There are missed texts on his screen, missed texts from the girl he gave no thought to during his moment of ecstasy with you.

'She's a civilian, she means nothing to me,' he thinks to himself as he swipes the text off the screen, yet it doesn't stop the guilty nagging feeling in his chest. 'Just a distraction, a failed distraction from [Y/N]', more words he tells himself as he grabs his keys off of your coffee table. 'She'll hate me when she finds out. She'll never want to talk to me again,' more words he tells himself as he opened your apartment door and walks out, locking the door behind himself. 'It's perfect. She'll be far and safe from me,' more words he tells himself as he pulls his jacket tight around his head, hoping not to be seen exiting his mentor's daughter's apartment at two in the morning. Hoping not to be seen leaving your house, looking like sex the day before he plans to officially announce the civilian girl, Haruka, as his girlfriend to the public.

'It's safer this way,' he thinks to himself. It'll push you away from him. It'll keep you safer. It's just like in high school, when he rejected you. It took weeks of coaxing from your father to get you to talk to Izuku again. He didn't want you to have a target on your back. He vowed to himself never to put you in harm's way, for the sake of you and his mentor. There would be no coaxing from your father this time, it wasn't high school, it was adult life. You would surely hate him, no forgiveness on the table.

Izuku pays no mind to you up in your bedroom. No mind to how he's about to hurt you, he only thinks about pushing you away, thinks about protecting you. He doesn't realize all the hopes you have of him finally making you both official, he doesn't realize how you've been hanging on to every longing look and lingering touch. He doesn't realize your father has been encouraging your feelings for him, wanting his protege and daughter to be together. He doesn't realize how after he left you almost cried yourself to sleep, but didn't due to hope that you would talk about your passionate night when you came over to his office tomorrow to go over costume designs. He doesn't realize how announcing he's dating someone girl, the night after he's slept with you is going to affect everything. He just thinks it's going to protect you, protect you from inevitable harm, and protect him from a broken heart.

When you wake up the next day the following night has not left your head. You still think of the way Izuku touched you, the way he grabbed and kissed you. As you shower and got ready for the day, as you bathed yourself and looked in the mirror, every mark he left behind and the memory of how he gave them to you ran wild.

Izuku was in your mind all day. You think of Izuku from the walk out of your apartment to the subway. You think of him from the subway ride to your office at Shield Technological Enterprises. You think of him every time you check your phone that morning, hoping to see a text despite him not texting you that night. You think of him in your meeting with your boss, Melissa Shield, thankful that it was a group meeting, or else you might not have made it out without being called out for being else where mentally.

At lunch, your mind derives elsewhere, to a place of more substance, food. You were quick to pack up your work bag full of designs and a few pieces of tester equipment before you grabbed your phone and checked for a text from him once again. 'He'll text soon,' you kept telling yourself. He had to be thinking of you the way you were thinking of him. While you were somewhat privately on and off again without ever really saying you were in a relationship, you don't just sleep with someone, tell them you love them, and ghost them. You had a meeting with him for his new costume design anyway, he would have to face you whether he wanted to or not.

You slid your phone in your pocket and made your way down to the subway station. You had an appointment with Izuku regarding a new wrist brace, after that, you had an appointment with Uravity regarding a new costume that wasn't so skin tight. You were hoping to slip lunch in between your appointments. You knew your father was in the city today, maybe he could join you.

You walked into Izuku's hero agency and made your way into the elevator to go up to his office. You could feel your chest bubble with nerves. He was going to give you a chance, a man doesn't just sleep with a girl and say he loves her for nothing. A man doesn't just sleep with his best friend only to throw her away. Deku wouldn't do that. He had more respect for you.

"Wait, hold the door!"

You quickly tossed your arm out to activate the new heat sensory motion activators to make the doors stay open, it was a product created by you, it looked like they were working well. You didn't create or design products that weren't for hero costumes often, but you hated the old elevator sensors. A woman stepped into the elevator, panting a bit as she made it in and hit the button to close the doors. She hadn't hit a button beside the one you already pressed, she must be going up to the same floor as you.

"Those sensors are so neat. They work so much better than the one you usually see."

"Thanks, I made them."

Pride swelled in your chest as the elevator went up. It was always a burst of pride whenever someone complimented your designs. You eyed the woman slightly. She didn't look like a hero, and you were positive she didn't work in the agency. With Izuku as your best friend, you came here often, you also kept a file of every hero in the city so you could have a reference to their quirks and costumes.

The door opened and the woman stepped out, you soon following behind her. You supposed it was your curiosity, but you wanted to know who she was. Maybe she was from another support agency, you didn't like people stealing your clients. She kept walking until she reached Izuku's office. You hoped to god she wasn't from another support agency, you would not be letting her poach Izuku. Momentarily, you worried you had gotten your meeting time mixed up, but you were positive you had the right time.

The woman patted down her clothes and checked herself in the reflection of a window before walking into the office. That was rude and unprofessional. You should always knock, especially if you don't have a scheduled meeting. You follow behind her into the office and Izuku looks up in surprise as he stands up. The woman makes her way around his desk and he hugs her before she follows it with a kiss. It wasn't just a kiss, it was a lip kiss. You couldn't deny they were romantically involved and it hurt. It hurt so bad. You didn't want to believe it.

"What are you doing here? You were supposed to come at one."

She was supposed to come at one. An hour after you would be meeting with him. Missing you entirely, like two ships in the night. Your heart stung, why would he do this? It wasn't like you were together, not officially, but it hurt. He didn't just use you, he used you to cheat on someone.

"Izuku?"

"[Y/N]? I- shoot. Haruka, can you step out for a minute, I have an important meeting with this woman."

"Of course!"

She chirps her words out at him and kisses him again before spinning in her heels and walking out of the room. Each passing encounter and each shared touch just put a new bullet in your heart. You were just some woman, he didn't even call you his best friend.

"We're dating, me and her."

"Since when?"

"A month, she ran into me when her abusive ex was following her. Couldn't do anything without proof so I took her out for coffee, and it just escalated."

You looked up at the ceiling, it was better than looking at him. If you looked at him you would cry, and you really needed to not cry. Not when she was just outside his office, not when you'd have to pass her on your way out.

"And that wasn't something you could've told me before last night?"

"[Y/N], I'm sorry, but you knew before hand that we can't be together."

"No! Don't try pulling that shit. We could be together if you wanted to, you're just a coward. You won't give us a chance because you're scared it'll look bad that I'm your mentors daughter."

You look at him as your eyes tear up and point your finger at him. Screw the woman outside, screw what she thought of your tears. She deserved to see them, deserved to know what Izuku did to her, what a supposed hero he was.

"We can't be together because it'll put an immediate target on your back! You're quirkless and defenseless, it'll be so easy to kill you."

"Fuck you! We both know that there's already a target on my back for being a Yagi, for working for the most prominent support agency. I deliver weapons to you, to Katsuki, to Hawks, the best of the best. You're just scared people will look further into your relationship with my dad."

"And what if they did? You've always been under a microscope, it would be even bigger if we dated."

You wiped your tears as a few of them slid down your face. You weren't going to let him see you cry. You weren't going to let him see how hurt you were.

"After everything we've been through, this is how you've repaid me? Denied me and betrayed me. I've always loved you Izuku, but you always take that for granted."

You quickly unzipped your work bag and dug around for the 'Midoriya' work file you knew you had in there. It contained his costume and the blueprints on his new equipment. You threw it on his desk, not caring if any of the papers fell out and flew around.

"There's your files, I wasn't sure if you'd like the design, we both know how you like to look at other things when you've already got something else in mind. When your ready, contact us with your answer, you know my assistant's number."

You stormed out of Izuku's office, slamming the door behind you. The woman, his girlfriend, eyed you casually, unsure if he was upset and whether or not she should come back later. You tried to compose yourself and gave her a gracious smile as you stuck out your hand.

"I'm [Y/N]. [Y/N] Yagi, Izuku's bestfriend."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you! Izuku talks about you, a lot. I'm Haruka."

"Izuku is busy looking at some files I gave him. Walk with me, I'll treat you to lunch. There are some things we should talk about."

Izuku sat on a wooden barstool as he waited for the bartender to get him a shot. It was moments like these that he liked his rising fame, there were at least a dozen other citizens waiting for their own liquor, but the bartender would bump him up on the priority list due to his rising status. It wasn't like Izuku specifically asked for this to happen, he would never take advantage of his name like that, it just so happened that two out of every three times, a grateful citizen would appreciate his heroism, or they would like leave a good impression so he would use his newfound fame to advance their business.

Heroes also tended to tip well.

Izuku kept checking his phone for anything and everything. He wanted to see a text from you, but then he had to remind himself that he didn't. He did this whole thing to push you away. He hurt you to push you away. He'd sent you several apology texts, hoping to get you to understand he did it for your safety, but you had ignored them, and rightly so.

He supposed it didn't really seem like he cared for you and your safety, not when he began dating some other girl, and a girl with no experience dating a hero. He claimed to want to protect you by not dating you, yet here he was willing to date some other girl and willing to risk some other girl's life. Not that, that tiny tidbit mattered, she had broken up with him hours after he had that argument with you in his office. It seemed you had told her about him cheating, so she sent the break up text.

It was the first time Izuku had been broken up with by text, it was the first time he had been broken up with at all in fact, but he knew he deserved it. He toyed with both you and her. He had callously endangered her life when he was trying to protect yours, and he cheated. He knew how you felt about him, every one did, and everyone constantly said that one day he'd buckle down and settle with you. He knew he was toying with your feelings, and while hurting you so roughly was unintentional, he shouldn't have.

It was so hard to stay away from you when he felt the exact same way for you as you did him. He truly was scared of hurting you, and he'd just wrecked any chance he'd ever have with you. But that was what he was trying to do in the first place, wasn't it?

Katsuki Bakugo roughly pushed his way through the people in the bar and slammed his shot glass down on the bar next to Izuku. He supposed he should've been lighter, more careful as to not break the glass, but he was already feeling buzzed. He was buzzed and happy, he had no early patrol tomorrow and he just advanced in the hero ranks, not to mention he came here with a beautiful woman. He had great cause for celebration.

"Another shot and a daiquiri moonrise."

The bartender warily eyed him before filling the glass. Most people were wary of Katsuki, his entire persona screamed destruction. While he was a hero, bartenders were always worried he'd be the one to get into a bar fight with another hero. Ultimately, the tip would always be far to great to turn down service to a hero like Katsuki.

Katsuki took the glass, raised it to his lips, and slammed it back down on the counter before he recognized the green head beside him and realized it was Izuku next to him. A scowl crossed Katsuki's face as his eyes went over to you, who sat across the bar. You, who invited Katsuki out in the first place, demanding he needed to get out somewhere besides patrol and the gym. You, who sat with Izuku's now ex-girlfriend, a fling if you would. You, who spent a majority of the night tipsily chatting and bagging on Izuku, before you became to buzzed to care about him.

"Dumb-Deku. You're a dumbass, you know that don't you?"

"Kacchan, I'm not in the mood tonight."

"You think [Y/N] was in the right mood when you hurt her?"

Izuku's eyes went over to where you were sat across the bar. Izuku had seen you come in, followed by Katsuki, and his ex. He could just imagine the media tomorrow: Rising Hero Deku's Bestfriend Spotted Drinking With Rival And Ex. To see you so cozy and friendly with her stung, but he deserved that one. You looked happy laughing with his ex, he was glad to see you had some kind of joy and happiness amongst the hurt he served you.

"I know, I hurt her okay? I know that. I know I hurt her, and that hurts. She's not answering my texts, and I know she hates my guts and it hurts."

"Good."

"You think if I went over there she'd listen to me apologize?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes at his old friend and rival. He wasn't going to sympathize or feel remorse for him. He knew what he was doing, he knew how he was toying with you, he'd been doing it to you ever since your days at UA. If Izuku never meant to hurt you then he wouldn't have strung you along in highschool with the false hope that maybe 'one day' you could really be together. It started with a rejected confession with the promise of friends forever, but the glances, the lingering touches, and shitty flirting strung you along. Deku couldn't handle the jealousy of seeing you with other guys, but he wouldn't man up and date you himself. Katsuki hated Izuku for stringing you along even in your prime years, and he hated everyone else for feeding into your crush on him by saying one-day he'd want to make it official.

"No, you fucked up."

"Right."

"You've been hurting her with false hope since fucking highschool. But me? I'm taking this drink over to her because she invited me here and she trusts me. We'll leave together too because I've always given it to her straight. And you? You're going to be here, pathetic and alone because you've always taken her for granted and led her on."

Katsuki took the daiquiri with him to the table you had across the bar. He slid down into the seat next to you and placed the cup in front of you. You looked over at Katsuki with a smile, completely oblivious to his conversation with your now-former friend.

"Than-"

You never got the chance to take a sip, before you even had the chance to thank him he cupped your cheeks. With his warm palms holding your face up to his, he leaned in really quick and placed his lips upon yours. They were soft yet rough at the same time, you had never imagined ever sharing a kiss with Katsuki, but you couldn't deny you had thought about it at least twice in high school.

"I know you and Deku. He's so fucking bad for you, but he's all you ever want. I don't know if you're gonna go back to him, if you can even call it that when you've never technically dated, but I can treat you better and I needed to do that before anything happened."

His hands fall from your face and stuff into his pockets as he resumes the conversation as if he never kissed you. It wasn't his intention to pretend the kiss never happened, it was far from that. In fact, it would probably be brought up tomorrow when you stopped by his office with a new costume design. He wanted you but he needed you to truly think about his words. To truly think about how toxic Deku was for you, how bad he was, how he'd never want to settle down for you, not with his savior complex of needing to keep everyone safe.

The fact was, a hero couldn't have a relationship without having uncertainty for the safety of his significant other. Unfortunately for Izuku, that was a bet Katsuki was willing to take. He was willing to bet with your life, because he was not only sure in you, the woman who made hero support items, but he was confident he would always be there to save you.

You closed the door to Katsuki's office and took a seat in the chair across from his desk. His office was decorated well. The wall colors looked good in contrast with the chairs and sofa he had pushed against the wall. Part of you wondered if he let his mom decorate his office or whether he picked up habits from his parents.

Your stomach churned as you gave the blonde hero a brief, halfhearted greeting. Your head swirled as you began to pull out papers from your briefcase to show him the newest designs on his latest costume. You had a major hangover going on, the drinks you had last night were much to potent, and they only began to progress after Katsuki had kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most logical solution to your problems, but it was a great temporary one.

You were lucky and thankful that your meeting with Katsuki hadn't been scheduled until later into the afternoon to accommodate his busy schedule. Unluckily you had an early business meeting with your boss, Melissa. Most fortunately, Melissa believed you when you said you got a flat tire on your way into work and would have to postpone your meeting.

"These are the new designs for your hero costume. I have some blueprints for a better grenade gauntlet somewhere in my briefcase."

Katsuki reached across his desk and grabbed the costume designs from your hands, his fingers lingering on your wrists just a few seconds too long. You weren't sure what to make of his kiss to you from the previous night. You weren't sure if he was being genuine, or if he just drunkenly wanted to try to obtain what his former friend failed to. Regardless, the action doesn't fail to make your cheeks heat up. You quickly draw your hand back and begin to scramble around in your briefcase for the gauntlet blueprints. You shouldn't be acting like this, you should be more formal and professional.

"I'm gonna look really badass. You draw them yourself?"

"I draw all my costumes myself. I'm sure all my assistants hate me, I'm such a micromanager. I try not to be so controlling, but it never works like that."

"I know, there were times in highschool that I was sure googels... Uhm- Hutsame? Hatsume was going to kill you. It looks great. You did a fuckin' fantastic job."

You let out a light laugh despite your pounding head. Katsuki was never good at remembering his peer's names, it was only as of recently he was making more of an effort after the media called him out for using harsh and cruel nicknames. A blush adorns your cheeks deeply. Crimson red sprouting up from your neck and above. Most people say the way to a woman's heart is gifts, jewelry and flowers, for you it was your designs.

"Here are the gauntlet blueprints, I think you'll like them too. It sprays a non-toxic formula on your wrists to make you sweat more while you wear them, creating a bigger blast in half the time it usually takes to collect it."

Katsuki takes the papers from you and looks over the blueprints, his eyes briefly going over the ingredient list. He didn't really care what you were putting in it or on his skin. He trusted you, if you said it was safe and nontoxic, then it was safe and nontoxic. He handed them back to you hesitantly, he didn't want you to leave his office, not just yet.

"They look great, can't wait to use them."

"I'll move them to the top of my list of priorities. If you didn't mind me asking... Why did you decide on a new costume? Not that I don't love the business, but you've had the same costume design since you graduated UA."

"Like you, I'm controlling, I hate when things change, I like constants. My costume was a perfect constant. The designers always take what I say I want and change it up. With you, it's not like that."

You smiled over at Katsuki and straightened out your shirt. You took such pride in your designs and projects. When someone complimented it and your efforts, you found yourself shrivling away into a blushing, bashful mess.

"With you, it's not like that at all. I don't care if it's changed and messed with."

He wasn't referring to the costume, and you both knew that. He was referring to life in general. Katsuki liked having a constant, unchanging schedule. Ever since high school, he woke up at a certain time, trained at a certain time, ate at a certain time. He had a schedule and a life that depended on a constant. The only reason he decided to get a new costume change was to have an excuse for you to come over to his office, to have you talk to him, even if just for fifteen minutes out of his day.

Katsuki didn't care how he disrupted his schedule when you were around. He didn't care what was getting changed. You could change his sleep schedule, you could disrupt his workout times, and even add the wackiest and stupidest detail to his costume, he would let you do that, his perfect constants be damned.

You muffled out a yawn and began to slowly collect the papers back up and push them into your briefcase. You wanted to mention the kiss, mention how it made you feel, ask if he was too drunk last night. The words kept getting jumbled and stuck in your throat.

"You kissed me last night."

Your words just tumbled out, so bluntly and honestly. Stating a fact you both knew had happened. Katsuki nods at you, a coy smile coming over his face.

"Y'know, I meant what I said. I could treat you better."

"Katsuki..."

"I know you're not over Deku. You've been pining over that block head since high school."

Katsuki stood up and made his way from his side of his desk to your side, he leaned against the edge of the desk and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers into his warm ones, the way a couple would. You hadn't realized how his feelings for you had just slipped by you over the years. How had you not seen his feeling for you earlier on? Were you that preoccupied with Izuku?

"I know you're not over him, but I'm not over you. I've wanted you just as long as you've wanted him. I wasn't good enough then. I didn't think I was good enough, especially after your dad's retirement. I thought it would be better to not intervene and let him have you, but fuck!"

Katsuki crouched down to the chairs level, to your level, to talk to you more equally. You could just see the anguish in his eyes. He'd had feelings for you all this time, and he just pushed them aside, thinking Deku would be better, thinking Deku would be more worthy.

"All Might picked Deku, so I thought he'd be good for you too, but he treats you like shit. He uses you and then pushes you aside. He refuses to claim you as his, but I would! I would make you mine! I would make you feel so fucking wanted, I would treat you good!"

Before you knew what you were doing., before you could even process your actions. You leaned forward and gripped Katsuki's cheeks before pressing your lips against his. They were soft, like the night before, and they tasted like cinnamon, but they felt warm. His hands came up and wrapped around your torso, holding you like delicate glass as your mouths pressed together.

"Ask me out. You say you want me, you say you can treat me better, so ask me out. Take me on a date, ask me out."

You say the words breathlessly. You couldn't hear the pounding in your head anymore, but you could feel the pounding in your chest, your heart beating hard against your skin with excitement.

"Are you available tonight?"

Katsuki's voice came out raspy, and just as breathless as you. It was just above a murmur, relishing in your surprising actions, excited at the reality of being able to grasp his long awaited shot. Your hands were still on his cheeks, fingers delicately holding him as your lips curved into a smile.

"For you, my schedule is wide open."

Slowly your dinner with Katsuki transitioned into more and Izuku became a thing of the past. Your dinner dates progressed and grew longer and longer each time. As time dragged on your dinners turned into nightcaps, a quick bite of dessert you just so happened to conveniently have bought or baked earlier that day. Slowly those nightcaps turned into the daring question: "Want to stay the night?"

As the months raged on, you began randomly popping into his agency for lunch because you happened to be in the area. Katsuki's patrol route suddenly changed and went right by your company on days he knew you'd be in.

It wasn't long before you and Katsuki went public and put a label on yourselves, boyfriend and girlfriend. With him being seen leaving your apartment early in the morning wearing fresh clothes, you having lunch with him more than weekly but less than daily, and more than often evenings spent together, it was obvious to the media what was going on between you both, and the media was completely eating it up out of the palm of your hands.

"Can you fix my gauntlet?"

His voice was rough, his mouth stuffed with food. You grabbed a napkin as you laughed at him, his job wore him out too much. He always stuffed his face during lunch, he needed the energy and it seemed mannerisms left his mind in private. You reached across the sofa that resides inside his office, meant for him to take naps in between patrols, and wiped food of the side of his face.

"Is it malfunctioning? My assistants know how to fix it if you broke it in battle."

"Your dumb assistants forward me paperwork every time I have to send in gear to get fixed when I break it."

"You're such a baby. They give you paperwork for legal purposes. If you broke it, we're going to charge you. You're lucky I have my tool bag on hand, I'll look at it when I'm done eating."

Katsuki grinned over at you before pressing a hard kiss against your cheek. He already did enough paperwork whenever he took down a villain, he didn't need to fill out more just because your company didn't want to pay for something he broke on his own. Katsuki grabbed his gauntlet from a box hidden in a corner behind his desk, he wanted to be sure to keep all the parts together for you. This wasn't the first time he asked you to fix something, and you always grumbled about how if he was going to be destructive he could keep all the parts together.

Katsuki brought the box over to you and set it on the coffee table before he began to clear away all of the empty takeout containers from the table to make some more workspace for you. You wiped your mouth clean with a napkin, tossed it in the trash, then reached for your work bag and pulled out some tools. Katsuki heard you get the gauntlet from the box and heard you let out a ragged sigh. He didn't have to see the box to know you were upset.

"You are so destructive. I don't even know if I can fix this, how did you do this?"

"It was an accident! I was falling and Eijirou caught me, but he had his quirk activated."

"Accident? You killed him!"

Katsuki snickered at you quietly as he took a seat on the couch next to you. He watched you tinker around with the parts and your tools, you were so in your element and focused, he could go on watching you like this for hours.

"Him?"

"Yes. My assistants named this one Gary. Gary the grenade. I would take him back to my office to fix him, let you fill out paperwork, and learn your lesson, but I bet twenty bucks Gary would last at least two months before you broke him."

Katsuki drummed his fingers against his leg as he watched you mess around with your screwdriver. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched you. He had an ulterior motive for inviting you over for lunch. There was a question he needed to ask you, one he thought you were both ready for. He didn't want to ask you in public where the media would be prying in with a camera, and he didn't want to ask you when you were having dinner in your apartment. He didn't want you to feel trapped, he wanted you to be in a comfortable setting where you could feel free to say no.

"You're such a dork, I'll try not to kill Gary again."

Your laughter resounded out in Katsuki's office. You both knew he would kill Gary. Katsuki was constantly breaking his gauntlets. Although you had to suppose that breaking his equipment would happen with his job, he broke his equipment more than any other hero you knew. Katsuki took a breath before he blurted out the question he'd been holding in.

"Will you move in with me?"

Your laughter died out and you dropped your screwdriver on the ground. With a shaky hand, you reached down and grabbed the screwdriver. You fumbled with it in your hands, unsure of how to answer his question.

"I'm over at yours or your at mine all the time anyway, I just thought it would be nice and convenient."

"I don't know... Katsuki, we haven't even told my dad about us."

He could sense your hesitance. The way you were bouncing your leg and the way you squeezed your screwdriver was evidence enough. He didn't want to pressure you into this, he wanted you to take your time and think it out. This was a big decision for both of you.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes to me. It's okay to say no if you're not ready. I just thought it'd be nice to wake up to you every day."

You bit down on your lip as you packed your tools up into your bag and placed the gauntlet back in the box. On second thought, bet be damned, maybe you should take Gary back to the office. The ambiance in the office was suffocating and throwing off your aura.

"It's just kind of soon, I need to think about it."

Katsuki wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and helped you zip it up as you shrugged it on your arms. You needed to get out of his office, this question was beginning to suffocate you. It'd only been a few months, it was moving really fast. You loved Katsuki, you knew that much, but this was important. Katsuki tightly wrapped your scarf around your neck to keep you warm from the cold February air and pulled you in for a brisk kiss.

"I love you, but it's really soon, I'm gonna think about it okay?"

"I love you too, take as long as you need to think, this is important. Whatever you decide on is not gonna change us."

You grabbed your work bag and the box before you made your way out of Katsuki's office. You were going to think about it, you'd give him a decision by the end of the week. You made your way down the hall and hit the button on the elevator. After a minute of waiting the doors slid open, a man stepped out and you barely gave yourself time to register the face as you stepped on.

With wild green hair and deep green eyes, Izuku Midoriya watched as you walked past him onto the elevator as he had just gotten off. You clicked on a button, but Izuku was quick to call out your name and stick his hand in the elevator door. They slid back open, damn those heat-sensitive elevator bars you designed. Bad creation, bad creation! They really took off after you designed them, now you wished you hadn't.

"[Y/N]."

"Izuku."

You were over him, over what had happened, at least mostly. That deep petty part of you wanted to ignore him, pretend you hadn't seen or heard him despite being in front of you. He was still your father's protege, it would be rude and upset your father should he hear about it. After all, it wasn't like you clued your dad in about the drama that happened between you and Izuku.

Izuku was feeling the complete opposite of you. He missed you. He wished he hadn't played with your feelings like that, he wished he had manned up and just dated you. He went from talking to you practically every day, to not hearing from you in months. He was reeling, suffocating in his own loneliness. It was his own damn fault, and if he could change it he would.

"I haven't seen you in so long."

Your heart clenched at his words. Maybe some part of you was still holding on to him, it wasn't like you could blame yourself, you had been in love with Izuku for so long. He was your first real friend and your best friend, someone who didn't see just as All Might's daughter. He was your first lover, albeit unofficially, and your first heartbreak.

"It's been a while."

After the incident in his office, you cut complete ties to him, and you were extremely gracious about it. You didn't spill to the press about why ended your friendship, the media assumed it had to do with dating his rival. You didn't go spilling your guts to your father, his mentor about how he slept with you while he was dating a civilian either.

"I- I want to apologize. I shouldn't have treated you how I did, it was shitty, and I was a coward."

You didn't want to have this conversation, it hurt. You hated those heat-sensitive bars. Maybe you should push to have them stop being produced.

"You were right, I didn't want to admit my feelings because your dad is All Might. But I really did do it to protect you, I mean that. Twisted as it was, I thought pushing you away would protect you."

"What you did was shitty, but I'm over it Izuku. It's been months, consider yourself forgiven."

You weren't sure you truly had forgiven him, but you were sure some part of him did push you away for your safety. In high school, the league had originally targeted you instead of Katsuki, although they failed to obtain you and took him instead, it tore Izuku up. That was when he began leading you on with empty promises of a relationship. It was to protect you sure, but you wished he could've gotten over it after nearly ten years.

"[Y/N], I don't just want your forgiveness. I want you, I miss you, I want my best friend back. Do you think we could get some coffee sometime? Have a fresh start?"

Izuku pushed your hair behind your ear and you wanted to throw up. The whole situation made you sick and you wished the elevator door would open up already. Maybe Izuku cared about you, maybe he wanted you, but he didn't love you, not really. It was obvious you were with Katsuki, it was obvious you were happy. You had his gauntlets in your arms, you had his jacket on your body and there were dozens of news articles about your loving relationship.

He knew you were with Katsuki, he should've known how happy you were. Why couldn't he leave it at that? You would've let him happily be with that civilian girl had he not cheated on her with you, she had to know the truth for that one. Katsuki flashed to your head and you felt nauseous. Katsuki held back his feelings for you for years. Years. He held back for years because he wanted you to be happy.

Katsuki really did love you, in the end, he wanted whatever would be best for you, whatever made you happiest. Your whole relationship he'd been attentive and sweet. Caring and loving. The perfect boyfriend. It made you laugh, Izuku of all people put this into perspective for you. Katsuki completely loved you, and talking with Izuku cleared any doubts. Moving in with Katsuki shouldn't be a question at all, it felt right now.

"Izuku, we can be friends, but nothing more. I'm with Katsuki, and I am happy."

"Right, sorry! I... I shouldn't have overstepped that."

Izuku backed up and gave you space just as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out of the building, a new dignified feeling in your chest. Once you were in your car you put Gary in the passenger seat and buckled him up for a safe ride to your office, then you pulled out your phone to shoot a quick text.

[Y/N] Yagi: Thought about it, you make me really happy so let's do it. My dad's coming over for dinner, be there 2nite we can tell him together <3 love you [Sent: 12:38]

You began to prep the garlic, peeling each piece before you crunched it up in a metal mincer. You didn't even own a mincer before you began dating Katsuki. He had complained that your cooking utensils weren't good, slowly you began to notice that new utensils and spices would show at your apartment. Not that you were complaining, Katsuki was a great cook and he was right, fresh garlic was better than that pre-prepped refrigerated garlic.

Your father, Toshinori, stood beside you as he cut up the onions and vegetables for your Yakitori. You were nervously watching the clock, unbeknownst to your father. You were waiting for Katsuki to get here, but your father didn't even know you were expecting another guest. Every Wednesday your father had dinner with you, yet you never mentioned being in a relationship.

You never mentioned your relationship with Katsuki, and your father didn't watch the tabloids for things like that. Truthfully, you were scared of his reaction. He always hoped you would end up with Izuku. Naturally, as his mentor and your father, he wanted you with someone who he knew. Someone he thought would protect you. You never introduced your father to any boyfriends before Izuku, and you didn't want to break his heart. You would be lying if you said you were putting off your father finding out about you and Katsuki.

"Dad, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What's that?"

You kept your hands focused on the task at hand, harshly crushing the garlic as you tried to find the best way to phrase your words.

"I've been seeing someone, and I invited him over for dinner."

Your father kept slicing the onions before he moved onto the vegetables. Admittedly, he began to cut more meticulously and harder, nearly cutting his finger.

"Is it Izuku?"

"No."

You bit down on your lip as you walked over to the stove and shoveled the garlic into the pan with the meats before you reached over and grabbed the bowls of vegetables that your father was cutting up and poured them into the pan as well. You knew you were upsetting your father. He wanted you to date Izuku, ever since you met Izuku, all he did was encourage your crush on the green boy.

"Good."

"What? I thought you wanted me to be with Izuku."

"God, no. I love Izuku like a son, and I might've said that when you were in high school, but that was because I knew you would never progress more than best friends."

Your father brought over more chopped vegetables and poured them in the pan before taking a wooden spoon and stirring the contents around in the pan.

"I didn't want you dating in high school. I thought it'd be better to encourage you to chase after someone who didn't know how to talk to girls rather than having to deal with you dating a guy like Kaminari or Bakugo. That would've been a horrible nightmare."

To hear that your father didn't actually want you with Izuku was a relief, your worst fear was disappointing your father, hearing him say it would've been a nightmare had you been dating Bakugo was heart-clenching, There was a rough knock at the door, and it couldn't have been timed worse.

Your father took long stride-full steps and walked over to your door. He unhooked the latch and opened the oak door up, there before him stood Katsuki. You wondered if he was as nervous as you were feeling. This was his old school teacher, and the hero he looked up to growing up. It took a lot to say 'hey, I'm dating your daughter' more so it was ballsy to say 'we're moving in together' on the same night.

"Bakugo, my boy!"

Your father greeted Bakugo kindly with open arms as if he hadn't just said you being with Bakugo would be a nightmare. If Katsuki was nervous he didn't show it. His body wasn't too stiff, and he had worn nice clothes. He smiled at your father, a genuine real smile as he held out a wine bottle. Katsuki had evolved so much since high school, you hoped he showed that to your father this evening.

"Good evening sir, I brought some wine."

"Joseph Phelps red, that quite expensive. Personally, I'm more of a white wine guy."

Your father turned it around in his hands before smiling back at your boyfriend lightly.

"It's not white, but we'll make do."

Katsuki shot you a helpless look as your father carried the bottle into the kitchen to look for your wine glasses and pop open the bottle. This evening was already off to a bad start.

"I thought you said he liked red wine."

"I thought he did. He drinks it a lot."

Katsuki ran his fingers through his hair stressfully. He wanted this dinner to go well, he wanted your father to like him as your boyfriend. Katsuki wanted a life with you, and the key to that was your father's approval.

"Just sit down and relax. It's not like your a total stranger to him, he knows you."

"I should say the same to you. You look like your gonna pass out."

You placed a chaste kiss against Katsuki's lips before you took off to the kitchen to help serve dinner and Katsuki made his way to your table. It was the fact that your father knew him that worried him. Katsuki knew he could come off as aggressive and mean. Compared to high school, Katsuki was a lot tamer but he was worried your father wouldn't see that. Katsuki knew how much your father and his opinion mean to you.

You carried plates of food out to the table and placed them so Katsuki was at one end of the table and your father at the other, with you in the middle. out came your father from the kitchen, forks in one hand, wine cups in the other. You took your seats and began to eat, all while your father gave Katsuki a very intense stare.

"So Katsuki, [Y/N] tells me you've been dating her."

"Yup! Best damn six months of my life."

Katsuki cringed as the swear word tumbled out of his mouth. That could've been worded better. Toshinori raises his eyebrows as he takes a bite of his food.

"So, it's been six months, and you're just now telling her father?"

"We were waiting to see how serious this was going to be, testing out the waters of a new relationship first."

"You weren't serious about her in the beginning?"

You took a big gulp of your wine as your father began to accost your boyfriend. It was great for your nerves, you weren't sure if you should intervene or let Katsuki handle himself. To put it plainly, when it came to your father you were a chicken.

"I've always been serious about [Y/N], but she can be very... Hesitant and indecisive."

It was a nice way of saying distrustful and wary, hesitant to be in a relationship after Izuku callously used you and tossed you aside constantly. Toshinori took a sip of his wine and tried his best to make it look distasteful, truthfully it was good wine and Katsuki was being really smooth and cool with his replies.

"What makes you think you deserve my daughter?"

"Dad, stop it."

"I deserve her because I know I can make her happy. I know I can keep her safe, and we love each other, so fuckin' much."

A blush dusts your cheeks as Katsuki slides his hand into yours on the table. You weren't used to showing such a display of affection, physically or verbally, to a guy in front of your father, and you still felt nervous. Ultimately, Katsuki was right. He made you happy, he made you feel safe.

"I will admit, you've come a long way since high school. Truthfully, I love the wine, I just wanted to mess with you both."

You let out a small breath of relief. He liked Katsuki, he really liked him.

"If you're going to try and hide something from your father, you probably shouldn't tell your boss, who is also my goddaughter."

"Melissa is such a snitch."

"You also didn't hide it very well. Your bathroom reeks like male cologne, I found some boxers in your bedroom, and you're all over the Facebook."

"I thought you didn't use social media, you barely know how to text."

Your father laughed at you as you crossed your arms. He really had you worried when he said it would've been a nightmare for you to be dating Bakugo. Your anxiety went through the roof, and you drank a lot of wine glasses to soothe your nerves.

"Melissa has been teaching me how to do it. It's rather, what's that word, it's lit. She's gonna set up a TokTik with me tomorrow."

"So you like him?"

"I taught him in high school, I know he's going to respect you and treat you right. If not... Well, I've got Snipes number and he owes me a favor."

You smiled and squeezed Katsuki's hand. You let out a nervous chuckle then took a gulp out of your wine again. It was now or never. It was no big deal. It's not like you were getting married. You squeezed Katsuki's hand harder as your words came out.

"I and Katsuki have decided we want to move in with each other."

"I think that's a big step, but if you're happy then that's all that matters."

"Thanks, dad. He does make me happy, he makes me really happy."

Your father smiled at you and grabbed your hand. It was the closest thing to a hug that he could give you while you were eating dinner. Your father liked him, he approved of the relationship and that was a heavyweight lifted off your chest. You were happy with Katsuki, completely and irrevocably happy.

"While we're on this subject, I think we should talk about what I found in your bathroom trash can last week."

"Dad! I'm an adult. I gave you a key so you could get in for emergencies, not to snoop around my apartment."

You were laid down on your new couch, your head in Katsuki's lap as he ran his fingers through your hair carefully and gently. The news played on the TV, going over and displaying the highlights of Katsuki, or rather DynaMight's fight from earlier that day. Each new scene was more explosive than the last, but it painted Katsuki as a hero.

"They always get my destructive side on highlight. It would be nice if they could get more footage of me post-explosion."

"I like it, makes you look all badass and hot. Besides, I get a good view of you using Gary without seeing him all broken up."

"I'm starting to wonder whether your my number one fan or Gary's."

You let out a short chuckle as the scene cuts to an end and they start showing footage of a new hero. Katsuki reaches forward, grabs the remote, and flips through the channels until he finds the cooking channel. Ever since you moved in together 'Master Chef' had been playing on your TV a lot.

The move went great. It took some time for you to find an apartment you both liked. You had decided it was best to find a new apartment altogether rather than moving into one of your own. It was something the both of you could have together, to decorate and make a home out of.

"I'm always your number one fan. You light up my world like DynaMight!"

"That was a cringy joke. I'm not letting Denki and Mina in our apartment again, they're gonna drain your brain cells."

There's a hard knock on the door, and you pull your head up off of Katsuki's lap, bringing yourself into a sitting position. You stretch your back out before standing up and unwrinkling your clothes.

"It's probably the pizza, I'll get it. You can find a movie for us."

"Do you mean find, or look at the movies you added to our Netflix list?"

"Hey, you make me sound like a dictator. I'm giving you the opportunity to choose between the three movies I picked out."

Your voice yells out to Katsuki from across the apartment as you make your way over to the door. You didn't bother checking through the hole before opening the door, it wasn't like anyone was going to try something at DynaMight's home. They should know they'd be blown to bits.

"Hell- Oh."

You were expecting the pizza delivery boy with your pizza, instead you were greeted by green eyes and a soaking wet green bed of hair. It must be raining out, you felt bad for the delivery boy and your pizza.

Deku stared at you, unsure of why he came here. One minute he was drinking, the next he was typing your new address into his GPS, and his feet started walking on their own accord.

"Hi."

"Hello. Why are you here?"

You get out a displeased sigh as you heard your words come out. You were just terribly hungry. Seeing Deku wasn't what you wanted, seeing Deku and no pizza was especially not what you wanted.

"I'm sorry, that was rude. I mean it's kind of late, are you alright?"

He wasn't sure what to say, all he knew was that he missed you terribly bad. He missed you so much, he yearned just to see you. He knew it wasn't right showing up at your house, but he needed to just see you in person. Not through old Instagram photos and Snapchat stories, he needed to see you in person.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced like this, I just needed- I needed to see you."

Upon hearing the sound of his voice Katsuki scowled. Even deep within his new apartment, Katsuki could hear Deku, it was a nuisance to him. He placed the remote on the coffee table and made his way over to the front door while calling out to you, feigning ignorance of Deku's presence.

"Was it the pizza princess?"

Katsuki slinked his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as a small coy smile made way to his face, he kissed your cheek before looking at Izuku, rubbing it in his face.

"Deku."

Katsuki's voice holds an unpleasant disdain as he says Izuku's name and it's a slap to his face. It was wrong of him to show up at your apartment. Your shared apartment with Katsuki. It was so wrong. He knew you were with Katsuki, he knew you were happy. Why did he show up here? Why couldn't he stay away from you?

"Can we help you?"

It's now that it hits Izuku. He didn't love you, not really, not deeply enough. Not the way Katsuki loved you. Katsuki stayed back, stayed silent. He suffered for years, all for the purpose of letting you be happy. He wanted what would make you happiest, and now that he had you, he treated you perfectly, like a queen.

Izuku himself was falling apart without you. He took you for granted. He pushed you away to protect you, and his heart. He hurt you. He never tried to give you what would make you happiest, never tried to do what was best for you.

He understood now. If he truly loved you, then he was going to have to be the one to step back. He needed to go away, to suffer silently. He needed to do what was best for you now, and that was to let Katsuki take care of you. His old friend always did say he was going to be the best, better than him. While he was talking about being a hero, now he was the best, at least for you.

"No, sorry. I've been drinking. Just got a little turned around is all. Have a good night, both of you."

"Do you want me to call you a cab?"

Izuku pauses slightly and looks at you. He gives you a smile, the one he gives to citizens. The one he gives in a fight when he feels completely hopeless but needs to keep fighting. This was the right thing to do, the real right thing.

"No, I think I'm sober enough to get home. Goodbye [Y/N]."

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