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[teaspoonofdragons]

Everyone balling until sig pulls out the

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[sugar-sweet-tea]

Wow it’s been a while since I posted something myself.

✨Jackson’s Diary✨

Jackson’s Diary, for those who can’t read cursive.

I like to think of myself as the first person to write agere content for this fandom. Since I’m AO3 I was the first person to write agere for this fandom :)

Anyways- enjoy my fanfiction and I really hope this inspires others to write agere content or anything at all or even talk to me. I’d love to talk to someone about this fandom.

You can find all my stories on AO3 at

SugarSweetTea

I hope you guys enjoy :)

1989.

It was a normal day with two dudes on a bike.

They were best friends. No. They were definitely more than that. They were boyfriends and it was freaking cute.

Exer Campbell and David Miller were riding their bikes together down the street. Like two boyfriends do. They were on their way home from school and we're gonna go hang out at Exer's house since it was Friday. Instead of taking the car to school that day, both boys thought it would be fun to try something new.

It was a beautiful day out too. A bit cloudy with chance of rain but not until later. And the boys plan on taking full advantage of it. The sun shining brightly beaming down on them. The cool crisp wind that's flying through them as they bike home.

Faint sounds of children screaming and laughing as they biked past playgrounds.

"I bet I can beat you to your house!" Exer taunted him. David's eyes lit up fiercely.

"Ha! In your dreams." David laughed. They both started peddling faster and faster. They would both glance at each other because laughing a bit and trying to focus.

They both went zooming down the streets. With no cars in sight on the roads they were able to speed through no problem.

It was down to the final stretch. Both boys were neck in neck going a very high speed for bicycles.

Exer overtook David and couldn't help but laugh as he saw his house get closer and closer.

He was gonna win!

He was gonna-

"Exer watch out!"

Exer snapped out of his thoughts and saw a decently sized rock in the middle of the road that his bike was heading straight towards.

He grabbed the handles suddenly and tried to shear himself away but it was too soon. His bike hit the rock which sent him and his bike flying.

He got flipped off his bike and landed on the ground. Exer and his bike crashed.

He looked around dazed and slightly confused.

"Exer! Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" David came rushing towards him, got off his bike and immediately went to see what was wrong.

Reflexively, Exer's eyes started to tear up. He shuffled a bit.

"Ow.. what happened?" He asks holding his arm gently.

"Well there was a rock that you didn't see and you ended up hitting it then you flipped and you and your bike crashed and- are you crying? Holy sugar! What hurts?" David exclaimed gently grabbing his arm.

Exer sniffled. David bent down beside him and gently wiped away his tears before covering his cheeks where the tears had fallen with kisses.

"It's ok Day, I promise. It just surprised me, I'm ok." Exer explained calmly standing up.

"I didn't expect that to happen. I should be more careful next time." He rubbed his arm where it had hit against the pavement. They both got up from the ground, David helping Exer.

"There we go. Are you sure you're ok? That was a pretty hard fall." David grabbed his bike and they started walking to Exer's house which was thankfully just a couple meters away.

As soon as they entered the house they were immediately met with Lucy who greeted them both happily. She walked up to Exer before rubbing her head on his leg.

"Stay here, I'll be back." David said to him before turning towards the bathroom.

"You know I can heal myself, right?" Exer called out to him.

"You're not allowed. Now you have to let your boyfriend take care of it." David yelled from the bathroom causing Exer to roll his eyes but sigh fondly.

While he was gone, Exer sat down on the ground and started playing with Lucy. His arm hurt still but it wasn't as bad. He got on his tummy and she started jumping on him and kneading his shirt. It tickled and Exer couldn't help but giggle. She was such a cute kitty. Exer felt his mind start to wander. He's been feeling pretty stressed lately with school and working. Not that he doesn't love working at the cafe but sometimes it's a lot for him. He's just one boy after all.

He could feel his thoughts escaping him. His worries started to disappear and he was feeling strange. Something he has never felt before. But in a good way. He wasn't sure how to describe this feeling, but it was there. He had felt like that a lot this week but kept pushing it down. He still wasn’t sure what exactly this feelings was. Almost like a fuzzy blanket being wrapped around his mind.

"I found what I could, oh what are you doing on the ground?" David asked gently sitting down beside him.

Exer quickly shot up nervously sending Lucy scrambling off of him.

"Nothing! Just playing with Lucy haha." He said trying to be casual, but it was not casual at all. He was sweating a bit but thankfully David didn't push.

"Alright, if you say so. Now here, extend your arm." Exer extended his arm and David gently started to clean it with disinfectant. It didn't dawn on Exer how big the scrap was until now. He winced a bit as David disinfected it.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but I'm almost done." David stated patiently, finishing up before putting a bandaid on the scrap.

"David."

"Yes?"

"You put a Batman bandaid on me."

"I know, what about it?"

"I'm 18."

"I know and you look adorable." David kissed the bandaid on Exer's arm causing him to blush and smile like a gay dork before stretching and getting himself up. He helped get Exer up.

"So, what movies did you want to do now?" David asked as they made their way to the living room.

"Well I know we have some homework to do so maybe we could get that out of the way so we can relax this weekend, dad's gone on a trip to take care of his aunt so I'll be alone all weekend." Exer explained pulling out his books from the school bag.

David looked a little disappointed since they had just finished school and now they were going to do homework.

"I see that look on your face, I can make us something to eat while we work if you want?" Exer suggested already getting up to go get something. David's eyes perked up.

"Yes please!" David exclaimed happily. Biking and working all day can really take it out of someone. David started setting the table in the living room. He placed all their textbooks down and opened up his book to get started. And of course the first thing he needs to get done is math.

Great. Math. His worst and most hated subject.

Exer came back not long after with some cut up fruits and lemonade. The boys spent a good portion of the night working on their homework together. It wasn't until around 7pm that they finally finished.

"Ugh, I hate that they always assign so much homework during the weekend, we have lives too y'know." David complained writing down the last little bit.

"Yeah I know, if we do all our work in class why do we need to do extra? At least we're all done now." Exer sighed relieved to finally be finished with the pile of homework they had to do. At least now it was done with and they didn't have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend. He closed the book before wrapping his arms around David.

The blonde blushed but wrapped his arms around Exer, holding the boys head close to his chest. Exer felt calm. Calm and safe. And a little fuzzy like before. Although he was still unsure what it was or even what it meant, it felt right. He felt warm and safe and protected.

"Hey Ex, are you hungry? I know we ate but that was a while ago and I'm starting to get hungry again." David broke the hug and looked at his boyfriend who pulled himself out of his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm getting pretty hungry now. We can order something. I can order us some pizza if you'd want?" Exer suggested stretching and walking towards the phone.

"Can you get one with extra cheese please?" The blonde asked. Exer nodded before dialling some local pizza place.

It didn't take long before the pizza arrived and both both devoured it to say the least.

The clouds from earlier had rolled in and turned into rain clouds over time. It was a heavy downpour outside.

They talked as they ate. Talked about school mostly, but life as well. Jackson and Brenda and Ron. The blue haired boy would've definitely joined them if he didn't have to stay home and watch the store for the night.

Once they were done eating, Exer cleaned up the plates and David started looking through the collection of movies Exer had.

"I found a movie to watch!" David exclaimed happily showing Exer the VHS tape he had found.

"Beetlejuice? Are you sure?" Exer looked at the tape sceptically.

"Please Ex? It looks really good and you know I've been wanting to watch it for a while." David pleaded with him. Exer sighed. He knew his weak spot. David. That was his whole weak spot. Just him.

"Fine.. but if you have nightmares, actually no, if you have nightmares tell me and I'll keep you protected." Exer teased grabbing David's waist. David giggled and tried to escape but it was no use. Exer held on slightly more tighter. He was stuck in his boyfriends loving embrace.

They were halfway through the movie when two of the characters started to morph their face in a very interesting way to say the least.

One had her mouth opened wide in an abnormal way and a pair of eyes poking out. While the other had eyeballs in his fingers and what looked like his skin being peeled back.

This scene looked pretty creepy and Exer could feel himself start to tense up at the scene as his heart began to race. Unfortunately for him, David also noticed.

"Hey, are you ok? Is it too scary? It is pretty scary I don't blame you." David asked trying to reassure him. Exer nodded slowly not really being able to take his eyes off of the screen since he thought that if he did the characters would come out of the screen.

He knew he was being ridiculous and silly and that nothing bad would actually happen to him. And even if it did, he's been through worse. But that still didn't stop the feeling of fear that was creeping up on him. Or the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest. But he also felt something else. That familiar feeling he's been experiencing all day but still unsure what it was.

"Come here. Let me protect you." David moved his boyfriend onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him.

"There. Now you're all safe." He said smiling. Both boys were blushing but at least now Exer wasn't scared. He enjoyed this feeling and let it envelop him more. Like David's arms wrapped around him. His heartbeat slowed down, thankfully and David secretly smirked to himself on a job well done.

Exer snuggled into David's chest and they watched the rest of the movie without any interruptions.

Outside, the storm got worse. It was raining a lot and there was no doubt that thunder and lightning would follow.

"That was a good movie." Exer said turning towards his boyfriend.

"I think so too. Maybe a bit too scary for you though." David teased lightly. Exer blushed.

"H-hey! It's not my fault the movie is creepy." Exer defended himself horribly. David laughed.

"It's only rated PG too. I didn't think you'd be that scared. But don't worry, we can sleep together tonight incase you get too scared." David teased again, poking his cheek playfully. Exer rolled his eyes before getting up.

"Yeah, yeah say what you want but you're gonna be the one crying into my chest because the movie was too scary. Oh Exer, you're so big and strong, you'll protect me from the creepy dude with a bad hair cut." Exer mocked and teased David who's only response was a playful scoff.

"You were the one who hid in my chest." David smirked at him.

"Nope! I have no idea what you're talking about. That never happened." Exer blushed red and started to protest.

"Suuuuure. Say what you will. I know it happened." David commented before yawning.

"Awwww. Someone's sleepy. Is it time for bed?" Exer teased before yawning himself.

"You're tired too.. but yeah we should go to bed." David told him already making his way to Exer's room.

Thunder crashes.

It was really storming out now. The big three; rain, thunder, and lightning.

Exer jumped a bit.

Thankfully, David didn't notice.

Both boys started to get ready to bed. They brushed their teeth and got in their pyjamas. David "forgot" his pyjamas so he has to borrow Exer's.

"Of course you conveniently forgot your pyjamas." Exer said changing into some himself.

"I did! I have no idea what you're implying but it's wrong." David pulled one of Exer's shirts over his head.

It was an old Metallica shirt that Exer didn't use anymore. Even though it was slightly too small for Exer, it fit pretty well on David. Except that it showed some of his stomach since it was meant for Exer's height. Not his boyfriends.

Neither complained though since Exer just found it hot and couldn't help staring at it.

"I can feel your eyes on me." David stated turning around, being slightly flustered. Exer took this as an opportunity to further fluster his boyfriend. He got closer to him.

"Oh yeah? What's wrong with that? I have a hot guy in my room wearing one of my shirts, how can I not stare?" Exer put his hand under David's chin and looked at him in the eyes. David's heartbeat went faster and faster, but in a good way. He gently leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. It didn't last long and both boys ended up all giddy and happy after.

"W-we should get to bed now." David stammered.

"Good idea." Exer laughed a bit before getting in bed, David following after him.

Both boys started off as cuddling each other slightly, before David rolled over and let go. But Exer didn't notice because he was fast asleep.

Thunder crash. But a lot louder.

"Ahhh!" Exer screamed jolting himself awake. He had a nightmare about the movie. Even if his regular self wasn’t too scared by it, what ever part of himself now seemed to be terrified.

The room was pitch dark which only amplified his fear. His heart feeling like it's gonna pound out of his chest by how fast it was going. The thunder scared him awake. And the fact that it kept coming made him stay awake.

He felt weird.

Still like before but now more than ever. He felt vulnerable and scared and he didn't know what to do. Tears started to pool in his eyes, threatening to fall.

He's never felt like this before and he had no idea what to do. Thunder kept crashing down. Sometimes with lightning which would also make a scary sound he wasn't used to.

He didn't even realize the tears that started to fall down his cheek. Exer held up his hand to his face and wiped the tears away, but they kept falling.

He was scared.

He felt strange.

And he needed comfort.

He could feel his mind go fuzzy, almost as if he was being drawn by another force. A force that made his head go fuzzy and slightly carefree, but vulnerable at the same time.

Exer was convinced he was going insane. He had never had this reaction of scary movies before and he had no idea where this side of him came from.

A jolt of lightning lit up the room but only for a second. But that was more than enough time for Exer to see David sleeping peacefully beside him.

Although he felt kinda bad waking him up, that part of him was not listening. He didn't care. There was a smaller part of Exer that was making himself more and more known and heard. That feeling he's been feeling all day. And right now all that feeling wanted was David.

Exer sniffled and wiped his eyes again before gently tugging on David's shirt.

"Day?." He asked quietly. His voice sounded so small in the big room. The only other sound being the harsh rain falling outside.

No response.

"Day? Please?." Exer called out again, this time tugging a little bit harder on his shirt. This caused David to stir and he looked at the brown haired boy.

"Exer? What's wrong? What time is it?" David asked groggily sitting up. Another flash of lightning lit up the room and David could tell then that Exer was crying.

"Oh Exer, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He gently cupped his boyfriends face before wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"I.. i got scared.." Exer admitted embarrassingly looking down and doing everything to avoid eye contact with David. Unfortunately, that other side of him did not like that and started to make him cry more.

"Hey. Hey. It's ok. I'm here. It's ok. I'm here now." David wiped the tears from his eyes again.

Exer looked up at him, his amber eyes glistening with tears and David had to stop himself from cooing at how adorable his boyfriend was being. He looked like a child. He wanted to squish his face in his hand and reassure him everything would be ok.

Exer didn't let him do any of this and instead just planted himself into David's chest. Exer whimpered a bit as another thing of thunder booked across the room.

"Is it the storm? Are you scared of the storm? Or was it something else?" David asked him patiently. He started playing with Exer's floofy hair. This visibly calmed down the shorter boy.

“I- I had a bad dream bout the movie.. n it was loud n was dark.. got scared..” Exer managed to whisper out. His voice sounded so quiet, like it could break.

David picked up on his weird speech pattern. He wasn’t sure what it meant but if it meant he got to hold and cuddle his boyfriend, he didn’t care.

“Oh my sugar, I knew that movie would be too scary for you.” David chimed gently rocking the boy back and forth. Exer kept sniffling. And he wasn’t sure what came over him but somehow his thumb found it’s way into his mouth. Exer sucked on his thumb gently and this, plus with David holding him, made him calm down a lot. So much so that he ended up falling asleep in his arms.

The storm didn’t seem as bad anymore and just seemed to drift away into the background. The only thing he could hear now is David’s heartbeat and the sound of him breathing.

David looked down at Exer and saw him pressed up against his chest with his thumb in his mouth and a bit of drool hanging off the side. To say Exer was the cutest thing David has ever seen is an understatement.

His boy was acting a bit stranger than usual. He looked out of it earlier, like he was distracted and not fully there. The way he was talking earlier, his words were slurred and he was sucking his thumb. Even though it was adorable, it wasn’t something he did all the time. Maybe he’d bring it up tomorrow with him. Just incase anything was wrong.

David laid back down still with his baby- I mean boyfriend, in his chest. Exer snuggled deeper and grabbed ahold of David’s shirt, keeping a decent grip on it. David chuckled before kissing his head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Light shined through the curtains.

The day outside was even more beautiful than the last. Not a cloud anywhere in sight.

The birds were chirping away happily, relieved to finally be rid of the rain.

The sun somehow managed to find its way onto Exer’s eyes causing the boy to stir.

He yawned and stretched as he got up. He looked around and saw David sleeping peacefully beside him. Exer thought back of last night and started to get embarrassed and flustered.

How could he have let himself act that way around David? Now David was gonna think is was weird and wanna break up with him and his whole life was over.

“Ex? Are you awake?” A groggy voice pulled Exer out of his thoughts. Exer looked down to see David staring at him. His sky blue eyes still clouded with sleep.

“Hey Day. I’m sorry if I woke you up.” Exer apologized. David just yawned.

“It’s ok dude, you didn’t wake me up.” David reassured him. Then he continued.

“But I did have a question about last night tho.”

Exer’s heart froze. But just for a second. Because then it started beating really fast in his chest.

“Y-yeah? What did you wanna ask?” Exer stuttered nervously.

“You were just acting not like yourself. Kinda like a child. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok and if there was anything you wanted to tell me or talk to me about.” David calmly explained still trying to wake himself up.

Oh.

It dawned on him now.

How he’s been feeling…

The fuzziness in his brain like a blanket. Sucking his thumb. Thinking of feeling carefree and not worrying as much. How he was talking.

All of these things..

It made sense.

Exer’s eyes widened.

He felt like a child.

“Exer? Are you ok?” David gently grabbed his arm causing Exer to look straight at him.

“Yes. Yes, I’m more than ok. I’m sorry for how I was acting.” Exer apologized trying to thick of a way he can explain his behaviour without sounding insane.

“Hey it’s ok. I just didn’t know why you were acting like that. But it’s not a bad thing. You actually look pretty adorable when you were doing it.” David complemented him gently squeezing his arm.

“What. Really? Ok.. David. I need to be honest with you about something.” Exer was extremely nervous. He was gonna share how he had been feeling all week with his boyfriend.

David nodded his head motioning him to continue.

“For the past week I’ve been feeling weird. I’ve not felt like myself and I didn’t understand it. I thought I was going crazy or something was wrong with him. But then you said I was acting like a child and then it hit me. I felt like that. I felt like a child. Mentally. Younger than how I am and it felt nice. I felt carefree and like in a different mindset. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’ve been trying to push it down all week and I guess yesterday was my breaking point. I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Day.” Exer breathed in deeply as he finished. He knew how it would pan out. David would think he’s weird and leave him.

“I know that wasn’t easy but it means a lot that you told me. Thank you. And Exer, I’m the last person that’s ever gonna judge you for this. I find it adorable. And, I’d love to learn more about this with you if you’d want to?” David suggested. Exer’s eyes perked up.

“Do you mean it? Are you sure? You don’t think I’m weird?”

“No! Not at all! You were always unique and special, and now you’re just increasing it.”

Exer was relieved that this turned out so well.

He wrapped his arms around David and they both fell back into the bed.

“Thank you..” Exer said to him, gripping on tightly to the blonde.

David held him tightly.

“So.. you feel like a child? Mentally? So you wouldn’t be yourself, you’d be a little version of you, awww that’s so cute. My own little Exer. But that means you’d need someone to take care of you and watch you when you feel like that, right? You wouldn’t leave a physical child by themselves. What if I watched you and took care of you?” David suggested.

That was the last thing Exer was expecting to come out of his mouth.

“David.. you don’t need to do that. I wasn’t even expecting you to be ok with how I was feeling and-“

David cut him off.

“Of course I want to do this for you! You’re my boyfriend and it sounds like fun being able to take care of you.” David said excitedly.

“Well.. if you’re really sure.. I’d love that. Thank you. Now.. are you hungry?” Exer asked getting off of him and out of the bed.

“Yes! Let’s go eat! I’ve been craving some of your pancakes lately. No one makes them as good as you do.” David exclaimed getting out of bed as well.

Both boys made their way down.

Exer couldn’t stop thinking of what had just happened. The last 10 minutes still ran fresh in his mind. He still couldn’t believe it.

But part of him always knew David would accept him.

He was so grateful he found someone like him.

[shyvioletcat]

could we get pt. 3 of zoom interrupted??? i need to know what happened after the second meeting.

I know I already did the part 3. So how’s about a part 4?

Zoom Interrupted Masterlist

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Rowan was trying not to zone out for the tenth time in this Zoom meeting. But he was just so tired. He had been taking care of Elsie almost entirely by himself, Aelin was still not feeling her best and she was tired all the time so it was Rowan pulling the hard yards. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t the one creating a human life. But it just meant he had a hard time focusing on work, especially when his daughter was being adorably distracting. She was doing things like lining up small horse toys on his desk, asking him to open snacks or a packet of crayons in her cute little voice. 

Aelin wasn’t home, she had gone for a check up and a scan, and because of the current conditions he wasn’t allowed to go with her. Plus there was the fact they had a toddler who no one was really allowed to babysit anyway. So Rowan had stayed home and left the study door open so that Elsie could walk in and out as she pleased and he could keep an ear out for what she was up to. Right now he heard a dragging noise and then she came through the door, her mini backpack dragging behind her. Rowan smiled at her and she gave him a toothy grin in return. 

“Whitethorn.”

Rowan nearly jumped at Lorcan’s voice, but managed to keep his cool. “Yes?”

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t the third time I’ve asked you for those numbers,” Lorcan said, but his voice was lacking it’s usual harshness. He was the most understanding of all Rowan’s colleagues, with a hellion like Korbin running their household. 

“Yeah, one sec,” Rowan started lifting the toys on his desk to find the paper that he needed. As he did there was a screech and Rowan froze, looking over at his daughter.

She started waving her hands, her brow furrowed in her distress as she said, “No, no, no, no, no.”

She toddled over and Rowan tried to figure out what she was upset about. Then he looked at what he held in his hand. He had moved her horses. Muffled laughter sounded from his screen, they all knew that laughing at Elspeth was a dangerous game if she wasn’t in on the joke.

“Sorry, little love,” Rowan said, putting the horse back where he found it as Elsie glared up at him. “Dada just needed to get his papers.”

“Ta!” Elsie said, raising one hand and doing a grabby action. 

Rowan took a guess at what she was asking for and started handing her her horses and she put them in her backpack, one by one. When she was done she left, taking her full backpack with her. That left Rowan to go back to looking for the page he needed. It seemed that Elsie had been in his papers as well and they were all mixed up. His colleagues were chatting amongst themselves while they waited. Rowan knew if it had been any other day they would have been ripping into him, telling him to hurry up, but instead they were being lenient. Finally, Rowan found the page he was looking for, but his face fell when he saw he couldn’t read it because it was covered in thick, black texta lines.

Rowan shook his head, “Hold on, I’ll have to grab it off my laptop again.” Frazzled, he grabbed his laptop from the corner of the desk. When he opened it he saw it was almost out of battery and he didn’t want it cutting out mid sentence. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Ducking under the desk Rowan grabbed the charging cord, Elsie calling his name from right next to him made him jump and he smacked his head on the underside of the desk. He bit back his curse, not wanting Elsie to repeat it. When he emerged she was holding out a hat to him, one of Aelin’s. It was a blue felt thing with a pink ribbon around it, with a wide and floppy brim.

“Do I have to?” Rowan asked.

Elsie stepped closer, offering it to him. With a sigh he took it and put it on.

“Looking good, Rowan,” Vaughan teased. 

“It really makes your complexion pop,” Connall added. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rowan said, not even looking at the desktop while he looked at his laptop screen.

Elsie was unpacking her horses again, lining them back up on the desk, Rowan didn’t try to stop her.

“Ok, I’ve got it,” Rowan said and started rattling off his report. The brim of the hat kept falling into his face so he went to take it off. There was another screech and Rowan’s heart just about stopped in his chest. “Gods damn it.”

“Dammit!” Elsie parroted back to him.

“Ah — no,” Rowan stammered, “don’t say that, alright?”

Fenrys just laughed at him and the others joined in. Then Fenrys lent forward, “Elsie, sweetheart, what you got there?”

She could barely see over the top of the desk but she looked up at the screen and held up one of her toy horses to show Fenrys. “Neigh,” she said by way of explanation.

“Oh, a horse,” Fenrys said very seriously. “Do you have anymore?”

Elise started to babble away, showing Fenrys toy after toy as he nodded and gushed over when he showed her, not understanding her in the slightest. Rowan gave his friend a grateful look as the distraction let him remove the hat. Soon Elsie had gone through all the horses and then pointed to Fenrys.

“‘Tay dere,” she told Fenrys and she toddled out of the study.

With the distraction gone Rowan continued to go through his report. Elsie came back in and Rowan assumed she had just brought in another toy to show her audience but then there was a choking noise, and he looked up to see Gavriel choking on his drink. Confused, Rowan looked down to Elsie and he felt his cheeks flush. 

“Ahhh ffffuuuu...dgeballs,” Rowan muttered and then could only stare.

Lorcan noticed next and snorted.

Rowan felt as though his face was burning. Elsie had somehow managed to find an empty condom box and was now using it as what looked like to be disproportionate stable for her horses. The box bent out of shape as she tried to cram them in. 

“Wait, what?” Fenrys blurted out as he registered what Elsie had. “If you had those… Oh, it’s empty, that explains things.”

“Mute him now!” Gavriel said, his voice strained still recovering from his choking.

There were murmurs of agreement and then Fenrys said, “What, wh —“ 

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lorcan muted him. He flipped off the rest of his colleagues.

“What is going on?”

Rowan turned to see Aelin standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face as she took in the scene before her.

“Why is Elsie using that box as a house?” Aelin asked, not embarrassed in the slightest. “And why is Fenrys holding up a sign with insults written on it?”

Rowan looked at the screen and Fenrys was indeed holding up a sign featuring some colourful language. Lucky Elsie couldn't read yet. 

“Want to see something?” She asked Rowan. He nodded and she pulled out a photo from her pocket. “There is our little baby.”

Rowan looked at the little black and white photo, the writing in the top corner reading 9 week + 2 days. In the middle was a little figure that was just starting to look like a real teeny tiny human, with a head and little limbs. But there it was and Rowan couldn’t help the tears that were stinging at his eyes. 

When he was done he handed it back to Aelin and she turned it to show everyone on the screen. They all ooo-ed and ahh-ed, Fenrys held up a sign that said congratulations, Connall said it was already looking like Rowan and Aelin exclaimed, “That’s what I said!” Elsie reached up, doing her grabby hands again and Rowan lifted her into his lap. Aelin passed her the photo as she then rested on Rowan’s knee and talked to her uncle, the meeting very well and truly derailed once again. 

“What dis?” Elsie asked, pointing to the photo.

“That’s the baby that’s growing in Mummy’s tummy. That’s your baby brother or sister,” Rowan explained.

“Baby,” Elsie said as she touched the photo. “Essie baby.” Then she hugged the photo to her chest. 

Aelin turned precariously so she could watch her daughter, no doubt catching a glimpse of what was happening on the screen. Her eyes were starting to brim with tears and she lent down to kiss Rowan.

“And I think we’re done,” Lorcan said and Rowan’s screen went entirely black as he was disconnected, leaving the family to enjoy this moment on their own.

~~~~~

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[returningwriter]

A Night at Kara’s

Sequel to A Night at Lena’s and A Night at the Lux

Kara takes Lena on that date she promised her at the start of this story. Of course, they head back to Lux.

Lucifer cameo in this story and it sort of replaces that date scene in season 5 of Supergirl, the Supercorp fans know which one

Food a cooking, check. The cute pink dress on, that she knew Lena liked looking at her in, check. Any emergencies requiring Supergirl's immediate attention within a five-hundred-mile radius? Nope! Working down her mental checklist, Kara darted around her apartment with a huge smile on her face. This would be her first official date with Lena but counting their unofficial platonic ones it was more like their thirty-second date. The plan was to start with dinner at her place, then take the raven-haired cutie to the movies, followed by a quick hop over to L.A. for some dancing at Lux. They had to keep things fairly low-key, Lena was still a Luthor and a public figure and this was still new for the both of them.

Checking the time, she sniffed the lasagna cooking in the oven, quickly re-tossed the kale-salad and then decanted the bottle of wine that Kate had promised her would loosen Lena up something fierce. Having a sister and a friend who were both out had made things a bit easier, but Alex and Kate were giving her conflicting information, to say the least. Alex advocated for taking things slow and not rush into anything. Ha! If her sister only knew! Meanwhile, Kate was more aggressive with her more R-rated, no X-rated, suggestions but that was more out of playfulness than anything else. What she was sure of, however, was that this was totally worth sacrificing game night for.

Plus, she felt like rushing a bit, three years of wasted time was long enough and the week since staying the night at Lena’s apartment had gone by agonizingly slow. Sure, the world having been turned upside down after the Crisis didn’t help matters and working with Lex Luthor put her teeth on edge since she wanted to kick him into the Sun. But none of that was going to get in the way of her dating the freaking heck out of Lena Luthor. Dating a woman, it felt weird to think it let alone say it, but here she was getting ready to do just that and it made her happy. That closet had really been dusty and boring anyways.

Coming out, however, had been a bit anticlimactic. With people’s reactions ranging from a chorus of ‘fucking duhs’ to a deafening roar of ‘its about times’ and then to the simple statements of good for you dear. Clark had surprised her the most with a simple question of: Does she make you happy?

It was clear, that all those looks between her and Lena hadn’t gone unnoticed it would seem and in the words of Eliza, she always did have the worst luck with men so what was the harm in dating Lena. In the end, she’d settled on calling herself pan-sexual, simply because that’s how things had been on Krypton and despite thirsting after Lena for the woman’s beauty, it was her mind that she loved the most.

In contrast to her coming out, Kate, well Batwoman since Kate was the most 'out' person she knew, coming out as a lesbian had sent shockwaves through the world. To the extent, that it had her debating if she should do the same as Supergirl. Again, checking the time on the oven, she decided to give her friend in Gotham a quick call. Both to suggest that idea and she needed moral support with something that had been bugging her since leaving the mythical closet which had been very empty of both talking lions and goat-men on top of being dusty.

“Don’t you have a date with your crush tonight, Sunshine?” Kate asked the moment she answered, and Kara smiled as she leaned against the kitchen island.

“Soon, I’m calling because I was thinking about that interview I did with you,” she said with a smile and a laugh because it felt awesome being asked that.

“No,” Kate answered right away before she could even go into the further details of her plan.

“I haven’t even asked you anything yet!” she exclaimed, and she had to give it to her new friend, the woman was smart.

“No, you don’t need to come out as Supergirl in solidarity with me. Take your time and get comfortable in your own skin first,” the World’s Finest friend told her and that gave her pause.

“Feels weird though, Supergirl should be out since I'm out, right? And I saw the news from Gotham it's stupid they're refusing your help based on that interview,” she admitted, wanting to jump into things was her thing and keeping secrets never ended well.

“I think it’s… sweet, that you’d do that for me so soon after figuring yourself out, but really there is no rush and I can handle one dumb police chief,” Kate assured her and she pursed her lips even though hearing the Dark Lady of Gotham use the word sweet was all kinds of strange.

“Plus, you’re an alien, pretty sure human social constructs don’t matter to Supergirl, right?” her friend went on and now she was chewing on her bottom lip thinking.

“I guess it hasn’t been that long, Kate… when did you know?” she asked and tossed the kale salad again for good measure.

“About myself or about you?” her friend asked with laughter in her voice and she was thankful that the Crisis had brought them together.

“Both, I guess,” she admitted and walked over to the table set for two, fixing the tablecloth and straightening the cutlery.

“I’ve known since I was about thirteen, and with you, it was kinda obvious when you talked about Lena for the first time and well you did X-ray me to check out my tats,” Kate replied with a slight chuckle.

“Why… why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a bit of hesitation in her voice as she fixed the chairs again and trying not to think about those tattoos too hard.

“Wasn’t my place to do so and you were still figuring things out, but if you taking a peek at me helped then I'm glad it did. Now stop talking to me and get ready for your date!" her friend explained and annoyingly she was right before teasing her again.

“Thanks Kate, I’m going to super-speed clean my apartment again before Lena comes okay?” she thanked her fellow Paragon and that earned her a laugh.

“I hope she knows how lucky she is, and don’t stress yourself out too much Sunshine. From what you’ve been texting me you’ve got this,” Kate assured her and that made her feel a bit less nervous.

Hanging up on her friend she then sped around her apartment making sure everything was perfect. The couch got straightened, the bed was pushed against the wall and she made it up again just in case she got lucky again. That was among the biggest surprises, the sex and how by great Krypton's ghost good it was. Sure, there had been awkward moments but with Lena, it just worked.

Hearing Lena approaching before the woman even knocked on her door she darted to the mirror and took off and put her glasses back on ten times in quick succession before settling on keeping them on, for now. Fixing her hair, having decided on leaving it down for the evening, she took a deep breath and opened the door and then promptly all power of speech left her.

Standing outside her apartment, holding a massive bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates was Lena Luthor, in all her splendor and glory. Wearing a revealing black dress, heels that would break a lesser woman’s ankles and her dark hair gathered up elegantly on the top of her hair. Yep, Lena cut an imposing figure and why wasn’t her brain working? Her eyes worked fine and her heart did too, but the ol'brain wasn't responding right now.

“Keep staring like that darling and I’ll start charging admission,” the husky-voiced former-CEO teased her while pushing out her chest a bit and that rebooted her brain. So much cleavage! Bare shoulders! Calm down, Danvers!

“I was so freaking dumb!” she declared and pulled the raven-haired beauty in for a hug, which was a bit awkward with Lena holding both the flowers and chocolates.

“Yes, yes you were,” Lena teased her again and kissed her on the cheek before stepping into the apartment.

“I’ll just put these in water,” she blurted out before zooming to the kitchen and a nanosecond later the roses were indeed in water.

“I missed coming here,” her friend, no correction girlfriend or wait was that too soon, stated and wandered around the apartment.

“I missed having you over, though this is a bit different, isn’t it?” she asked and felt herself blushing.

“Now that we’re dating you mean?” Lena asked her straight out which gave her a very fuzzy feeling inside her tummy and she was pretty sure she hovered about an inch off the floor.

“Yeah and I get to do this,” she laughed and darted forward, kissed Lena on the lips, then at super-speed she brought out the food faster than the eye could see and finally pulling down her glasses she lit the candles with her heat-vision.

“Ta-dah! No secrets, right?” she asked as Lena observed her with an amused expression on her face.

“No secrets, for the record Lex, covered his trail well and looks clean and I’ve pivoted the Hope A.I. research into less... revenge focused avenues,” Lena said and that made her smile.

They’d had some difficult talks, about Lex, Hope, the Crisis and how much the lies had hurt, but they both knew that for their fledgling relationship to work they’d have to put all their cards on the table. The Crisis had reset a lot of things, but when Lena had told her how hurt she’d felt when Lex told her that Kara was Supergirl. While she’d explained that the reason she’d held back telling Lena, was because she had never wanted her to feel like Eliza and Alex had so often done when she was hurt. Lena had looked at her for a long time after that admission, called her an idiot and then hugged her tightly.

“Uh uh, no DEO drama, no past drama, tonight I’m dating you,” she said and pulled out a chair for the stunning green-eyed woman.

“I can live with that,” Lena said with a genuine smile and took the seat as she plated up the lasagna and the kale-salad.

“Oh, now I know that you want to make this relationship work because you actually made salad,” Lena joked, and she giggled while pouring them each a glass of wine.

“It hurt my soul to make it and I almost added sugar to it,” she joked back and sat down, raising her glass and looking into those kryptonite green eyes.

“To new beginnings,” she declared holding out her glass to which Lena smiled and clinked her glass against it.

“To not being dumbasses anymore,” the raven-haired beauty declared, that made her laugh and almost spill her wine.

“What? It’s true, for one genius and one superhero we were being pretty dumb,” Lena laughed, and the meal passed by full of smiles and laughter. Along with a bit of horror from Lena at how much parmesan cheese she put on her lasagna.

Following dessert, she escorted Lena hand in hand to the movie theatre nearby and it felt good to walk holding hands with Lena. Two tickets to the latest Disney movie later, at Lena’s insistence, they sat at the back of the theatre with a box of popcorn between them as they held hands.

“You’re too cute, but I love it,” Lena whispered as the trailers started playing and she squeezed her hand back.

“I guess, I wanted us to have a date like I couldn’t have back in Midvale,” she admitted and in response, Lena did a theatrical stretch and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Something like this?” the raven-haired genius teased her, and she nodded her head happily before resting it on Lena's shoulder.

Looking around the darkened theatre, it wasn’t too busy, in fact, there wasn’t a person nearby them. Taking her chance, she looked up and kissed Lena on the cheek right as her date was having a handful of popcorn. It was their first public display of affection.

“Movie is starting,” Lena whispered but squeezed her shoulder to which she gently took hold of the woman's chin and kissed her full on the lips.

“Salty…” she observed, and Lena raised an eyebrow at her behavior to which she just winked.

“I created a monster,” Lena bemoaned to which she put her free hand on the woman’s knee and squeezed it.

The movie passed way too fast, but it was pleasant, sitting next to Lena in a public space with the raven-haired beauty’s arm around her shoulders was heaven. And something about having her hand on the bare skin of Lena’s knee, a few stolen glances and simply being together felt very right and true.

“Where to next?” Lena asked as they walked out of the theatre and she looked around quickly. Two hours of touching, gentle caresses and it was driving her nuts.

Right there, on the street, she took hold of Lena’s face and kissed her in full view of anybody who cared to look. Pulling back, she looked into those green eyes and they were closed in surprise and when they opened Lena was smiling back at her.

“I need to change if you’re up for a quick flight that is,” she answered, and Lena gave her a silent nod of understanding and acceptance of the idea.

A quick outfit change later, she was Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, it had been something she’d debated but eventually settled on doing. She wanted her first official date with Lena to include both parts of her life. That meant both Kara Danvers and Supergirl got to come out and play.

“Supergirl, funny to see you tonight,” Lena teased her, and she wanted to poke her tongue out at the woman.

“Ready for a little trip?” she asked and pulled her cape off to which Lena gave at her a questioning look with a bit of confusion mixed in.

“Where are we going?” the raven-haired beauty asked but held out her arms to be picked up.

“L.A., I know this great club where we can dance,” she said and wrapped Lena up in the cape before picking her up.

“I like the sound of that,” Lena said her voice softening when she picked her up and those arms around her neck always felt good.

“Up, up and away,” she declared and took to the skies with the world's most precious cargo in her arms.

“Are you warm enough?” she asked once they were underway and Lena nodded her head before snuggling against her neck which made flying a bit harder.

“I’m warm enough... you know you radiate heat,” Lena spoke into her ear as they flew, and she had never given it much thought.

“That’s good right?” she asked and flew straighter while setting her course for L.A.

“It’s… perfect,” her green-eyed date with her windblown hair murmured into her ear and gave her a squeeze.

The flight was quiet, but this was the longest she’d ever flown with anyone in her arms she realized as they landed in an alley behind Lux. Almost not wanting to put Lena down, but she had to change before they could go dancing.

“Kara… can I ask you a favor?” Lena asked, fixing her hair and make-up using a small compact while still having the red cape draped over her shoulders. Lena looked good in Supergirl red she decided.

“Anything,” she blurted out and then blushed at how quickly she agreed to that.

“Could you… keep the suit on for tonight?” Lena asked with a look that she couldn’t really discern, was it naughty or was it something else?

“I kinda stand out... but if you want,” she agreed, and Lena gave her a quick smile before getting her phone out.

“Do you trust me?” Lena asked her after tapping at her phone a few times before putting the cape back on her.

“Yes!” she stated without a moment's hesitation and that made Lena smile so bright that it caused her to stop breathing.

“I’m reprogramming the nanites in your suit, stand still for a second and yes I know it’s hard for you to do that,” the raven-haired genius explained, and the suit began to shift around.

The cape vanished and the House of El emblem across her chest sank into the fabric of the suit. Otherwise, it remained the same, well aside from the open neckline with a hint of cleavage that Lena gave it. It felt like a bodysuit, a tight one, but something that wouldn’t look too out of place in a club like Lux.

“You and Winn should exchange notes,” she joked and ran her hands down the modified suit. Giving a happy smile both at the results and because Winn was back from the future for a little while.

“I'd... I'd like that, but for the record, I think I do much better work than him and this way I get to date Kara Danvers and Supergirl in one night,” Lena commented, and offered an arm which she took with a big smile on her face.

Lux was the same as it had been a week ago, though this time she as showing up with the most beautiful woman on the West Coast on her arm and it felt gosh darn perfect. Looking around she spotted Lucifer, lounging lazily on a spacious couch with a gaggle of girls around him but looking somewhat bored by it all.

“Come on, I want you to meet someone,” she said excitedly and escorted Lena over to her friend the Devil.

“Lucifer! Hey, Lucy!” she called out which caught his attention and he waved the girls with a devilish grin on his face.

“Kara Zor-El, didn’t think I’d see you back at my club so soon and wearing pants no less,” he greeted her in his British accented voice as he pulled his lanky frame up from the couch and then looked at Lena with a twinkle in his eye.

“And who is this?” he asked and took Lena’s hand before kissing it.

“Lena Luthor and you are?” Lena asked without flinching or reacting to Lucifer's charms and before she could introduce her as her date.

“Lucifer, Morningstar,” he introduced himself and she bit the inside of her cheek trying not to giggle. A part of her had been looking forward to how Lena Luthor, Mistress of Science, would react to Lucy.

“Ah yes, the pianist from the video, how nice to meet you,” her date said and Rao, it still felt uncanny to think of Lena as her date but in a good way. But the look on Lucifer’s face made it hard not to laugh. The Devil had probably never met a woman like Lena Luthor before.

“Oh, I see why you wanted her,” the Devil in the nice suit complimented her with a chuckle and she shrugged happily.

“Wanted me?” Lena asked looking up at her with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Me and… Lucy had a nice chat,” she explained not really sure where Lena stood on the whole paranormal side of things.

“Sit, sit, Emily drinks,” Lucifer offered as he motioned to the couch, the waitress that she’d danced with the other night came over and all but gave her the thumbs up when she saw Lena.

“So, you know about Kara,” Lena asked when she sat down and crossed her legs before accepting a drink from the waitress.

“Not much happens on this plane of existence I’m not aware of my dear,” he bragged, and she rolled her eyes at that.

To Lena’s credit, she was taking all this in stride, but then she was sure that inside that pretty head of hers, Lena’s brilliant mind was hard at work analyzing who and what Lucifer was even as she sipped her drink.

“He also plays the piano and sings,” she joked and fought back a blush when the waitress winked at her while handing her a drink.

The reaction to the wink was surprising but not unwelcome, with Lena firmly placing a hand on her thigh and all but glaring a hole through the girl. Jealous Lena was scary and hot!

"And don't forget that people love telling me their darkest desires," he added with a nod towards Lena.

“Alright I’ll bite, how did you get this stubborn blonde of mine to admit to liking me?” Lena asked after scaring the waitress away with a look and taking another sip from her drink.

Lucifer glanced at her, almost if asking her permission which was nice of him and it might have had something to with her vague memories of challenging him to a drunken arm-wrestling contest. Well, at least the Devil respected her.

“Go on, show her your trick,” she said with a dramatic sigh and the gleeful look on the Devil’s face was almost cute.

“Tell me what is it that you desire?” Lucifer asked, fixing his piercing eyes on Lena’s green ones and Rao if the man’s voice couldn’t melt steel. Being Pan-sexual was awesome!

“I… oh I see… well, I desire to be better… because of her,” Lena gasped with understanding dawning in her green eyes and then looked over at her when she answered Lucifer's question.

“Well, I didn’t expect that! How very altruistic of you. This one just shouted your name and made her eyes glow,” he laughed, and she put her hand on top of Lena’s on her thigh.

“Kara!” Lena laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, I can be stubborn, okay, and his trick doesn’t work as well on me apparently,” she protested blushing under the attentions of her raven-haired date.

“In any case my dears, feel free to avail yourself of my club’s services tonight,” Lucifer asked and rose to his feet getting ready to leave them.

“You not staying?” Kara asked feeling a bit sad since she kinda liked this strange man. He was infuriating of course but she felt like on some level that they understood each other.

“I’ve sadly got some detective related business to attend to, so I’m afraid our encore will have to wait,” he promised and grinned at her which made her blush and drain her drink

“Miss Luthor, you take good care of this angel. I’m kind of fond of her,” he said to Lena to which the raven-haired beauty grinned at him.

“I fully intend to... Old Scratch,” the green-eyed stunner that she had somehow lucked into dating teased the Devil.

“Smart girl,” he chuckled before leaving them to their own devices and Lena leaned in closer.

“You have the most interesting friends,” the sultry woman whispered in her ear and it gave her goosebumps.

“Lucy is a good guy, a bit strange but good,” she said with a smile and turned to face Lena, so they were nearly nose to nose.

“Leave it to my Kara to see the good in the Devil himself, but I agree strange is good. Now let’s dance! I want to show that winking waitress that you belong to me and me alone,” Lena stated and pulled her up from the couch.

“Uhhh okay…” she agreed with a goofy smile spreading across her face as she allowed herself to be dragged to the dance floor.

Lena Luthor didn’t play around, with pale hands firmly on her shoulders they moved together to the music and it was hard not to start floating. With her hands on the woman’s hips, she looked down and when it came to sexy devilish grins Lena had Lucifer beat, at least in her humble and very biased opinion.

“What is the plan after this?” Lena whispered in her ear while pressing herself against her and it felt like her heart was about to explode.

“I… was hoping you’d stay the night…” she whispered back and in response, Lena pulled at her earlobe with her pearly white teeth.

“Is that so, never gone home with a superhero before,” the green-eyed goddess teased her and let her hands slip down her back towards her butt.

“Careful or I’m going to…” she gasped when Lena squeezed her butt and she felt a flush rising up her cheeks.

“Going to do what… Kara Zor-El?” Lena asked with her bright red lips still against her ear and if the former-CEO wanted to play, she could play.

“Come, I think I need to show you who you’re dealing with,” she teased the raven-haired beauty and all but carried her off the dance floor.

“Ka… Kara...” Lena actually stammered when she pushed the woman against the wall in a darkened corner of the club.

“Say it… say my name... my real name again,” she whispered into Lena’s ear before kissing the side of her neck and pinning her against the wall.

“Kara... Zor-El!” the green-eyed genius moaned, and she grinned, this was another one of those things she’d never allowed herself to do with anyone before now, before Lena.

“Good, you better remember that,” she drawled into Lena’s ear before returning the favor and pulling at an earlobe with her teeth as she felt her date raise a leg up over her hip.

“Kiss me already,” Lena begged and in response, she flashed her heat-vision which made the raven-haired woman gasp.

“Say the magic word…” she teased and kissed Lena on the chin and then on the cheeks before looking into those emerald green eyes full of lust and admiration but also that Luthor stubbornness.

“Fuck… please kiss me…” Lena begged and that was all it took. She kissed her date hard on the lips with no regard for the state of that ruby red lipstick or who might see them.

Lena ran elegant fingers through her hair and then dug them into her scalp when she grabbed the woman’s firm and curvy behind and lifted her up from the floor. Lena’s legs wrapped around her waist and this was like nothing she’d ever, ever, done before. By the time she pulled back, they were both out of breath and staring at each other.

“See that wasn’t so hard,” she giggled, and that made Lena raise her eyebrow at how forward she was being.

“Take me somewhere. Now! Because I’m not having sex in a club,” Lena demanded with a look on her face that made her know that she was in for it now.

They didn’t make it back to National City and instead, they ended up in a nearby hotel. Once in their room, which Lena had paid for by literally throwing the payment in the poor night clerk's face. The raven-haired science goddess all but ripped her suit off before getting down on her knees. The last thing she remembered was looking down into Lena’s green eyes and groaning in Kryptonian for the raven-haired beauty to: “Kneel before Zor-El!” 

[hyunsracha]

poetry —  kim seungmin

word count: 2k

summary: why are crushes so difficult?

“why are crushes so difficult?”

this was kim seungmin’s dilemma.

he flops down on his best friend’s bed, glaring at the romance movie posters plastered on the walls.

“what’s so difficult about them, minnie? they’re fun! you get butterflies and blushy and you start trying to write poetry...all that fun stuff?” his best friend, hwang hyunjin, didn’t even look up from his notes to speak.

hyunjin was the sappiest, most love-filled person seungmin knew. he loved romance movies and dating and being in love.

seungmin, on the other hand, had never had a crush before. sure, he’s been attracted to people, but no …. poetic thoughts.

“p-poetry?”

“yeah. do you….oh my god.” hyunjin stood from his desk chair, “do you write poetry about y/n?”

“n-no!”

“KIM SEUNGMIN.” and he pounced. he landed right next to seungmin on the bed, hands coming out to smack at the younger boy as he squealed.

“show it to me, show it to me!!!! i’m your best friend, minnie!”

“WHICH IS WHY IT’S WEIRD GET AWAY FROM ME-”

hyunjin huffed, his bottom lip jutting out.

“fine. but you’re really whipped, you know.”

“yeah. tell me about it.”

“okay! well, for example, today y/n came into the lunchroom and you spilled your milk-”

“HYUNJIN I DIDN’T MEAN- okay.” seungmin sighed, turning to face the boy he ‘unfortunately’ called his best friend, “what do i do?”

“have you ever thought about, i dunno, confessing?”

“eat my shorts.”

hyunjin went back to his desk, returning his attention to his math homework, “then sit and be in love and fucking Perish.”

it wasn’t seungmin’s fault he didn’t wanna confess!!

maybe he would confess if everyone else wasn’t >:(((

he understood that you were like … super pretty and nice and smart and perfect in every way (◕ ◡ ◕)

but it was like someone new confessed to you Every Day

even people from other schools!!!! >:(((

one day, he was leaving the school, and he saw you on the sidewalk with a boy from ur school’s Rival School

and the boy was blushing >:( and he had a flower in his hand >:(

but u rejected him!

just like u rejected Everyone

and he didn’t understand,,,

u could have Anyone U Wanted

whatever! he liked u better single

it meant he still maybe had a chance :(

to be honest, seungmin doesn’t remember when he first starting liking u

maybe it was when you two got paired up in chemistry and you knew Nothing about chemistry

“okay so put in one drop of the clear.”

“w-what’s in the clear?”

“it’s water, y/n.”

“oh!” and you blushed and seungmin’s heart went JFSGJSKH

or maybe it was during hoco when he was just chilling, drinking some punch, chomping on a cookie

and you came up to him :((( all shy :((( and u looked SO GOOD

and you asked him to dance with you

yeah he choked on his cookie a little bit but then that boy was ON THE DANCE FLOOR

surprisingly, seungmin Did know how to dance

being best friends with the co-captain of the dance team since kindergarten has its perks!

u were a lil shocked too like that mf just Took You In His Arms and started swaying and u were like HUH????

when did seungmin become a MAN

he didn’t, he’s just a very sophisticated Boy.

hyunjin thinks seungmin started liking you when you first met

seungmin thinks hyunjin is fucking stupid

he was FIVE and all seungmin cared about when he was 5 was sour gummy worms

“isn’t that all u care about now?”

“sour gummy worms AND Y/N!!!”

so yeah, seungmin was #whipped

AND THE POETRY THING KSJGSKGJ ok hear him out

it was 4am and he had spent like 30 years studying for a chemistry test and he was stressed to the Max and just wanted to lay down

and when he lays down, his mind naturally turns to U

and in his sleep deprived state his mind was just . Mush .

so he dragged his body back to his desk and just ~wrote~

yeah, he couldn’t look you in the eye the next day but he got his feelings out.

he couldn’t help his crush on u, especially when u were in his group of friends

hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, you, and jeongin

sound like chaos? because It Is.

u and seungmin have basically become the parents of this little friend group

“jeongin let me see what u have”

“a knife”

“NO”

and

“How did jisung get on the ceiling.”

“FELIX TOLD ME I COUDL BE SPIDERMAN”

“JISUNG GET THE FUCK DOWN”

of course, being the parents meant a lot of … Teasing

especially from hyunjin, bc he was the only one who knew about seungmin’s crush

hyunjin: so when’s the wedding :D

seungmin, halting his onion slicing: Excuse Me?

you: hehe whenever seungmin’s ready!!  i know he wants to go to law school first!!

seungmin, chopping onions at LIGHTNING SPEED: HAHAHA OKAY Y/N

you always said things like that and it made him JFKDJK

one time the others were teasing him bc he dyed his hair red and they kept calling him cherry and u just went:

“so WHAT if he looks like a cherry he’s my CUTE cherry” and u grabbed his hand and glared at everyone like -__________-

seungmins brain: WHW-WW LIPSTICK

seungmins heart: H UHU H MECEHRY

seungmins mouth: YOU- WHAT - HUH- ME?

and after that :(((( u started calling him cherry :((( even after he dyed his hair again :((

back to the main point: seungmin’s whipped and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this but he Won’t Confess

hyunjin’s got a plan!

he calls it How Does Y/N Feel and he swears it’s a secret

it’s not, he wrote it on his whiteboard in pretty pastel markers

“what’s this plan of yours, sweetie?”

“MOM CAN U GET OUT IM A SECRET AGENT”

“ok mr secret agent come downstairs and eat your peas”

“MOM”

so basically his plan was to ask if u liked seungmin but hes VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT OK

“hey y/n~~~” he sang as he sat down next to you in geometry.

“jinnie!!! how are you today :D” ugh look at you, an angel.

“good, about to be better...or worse.”

“why?”

“i need to ask you something.”

“Ominous!”

“do you like seungmin?”

“ya.”

hyunjin: OUSUGH?

you: how did u say that out loud

“YOU LIKE SEUNGMIN-”

you slapped a hand over his mouth, “KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT JESUS CHRIST-

i thought you knew i like him??? like...i’m not hiding it?”

hyunjin knew seungmin wouldn’t believe it if he just told him

so he was audio recording the whole thing on his phone :) what a sneaky dude

so after geometry ended he fuckign NYOOOMED to english

“SEUNGMIN SEUNGMIN SEUNGMING HSJG SJISEUGMGING”

“dude did u do crack or something holy shit-”

“SHUT UP LISTEN TO THIS.”

“if this is another one of your boyfriend’s songs i swear to god-”

but he put in hyunjin’s earbuds (not airpods) anyway

“t-this isn’t jisung….”

and he Listened

I Thought You Knew I Like Him.

“are u fucking with me jin. is this a fucking skit i swear to god if you're MESSING WITH ME-”

“they don’t even know i was recording them.” hyunjin giggled, the snake.

“oh so you’re a total douche.”

“i just did you the hugest favor and you just called me a douche...okay! friendship cancelled, give me my phone, put your stupid airpods back in-”

“don’t call them Stupid!”

“sorry, i can’t hear you, i don’t have my STUPID AIRPODS IN!”

seungmin couldn’t concentrate for the entirety of english

your words kept swirling around his brain, and he resorted to just doodling hearts on the margins of his papers.

and then he went to Chemistry!

there you were :((( in your cute little lab coat and safety goggles :(((

seungmin didn’t think anyone would ever pull off a lab coat and goggles like you did

“h-hey y/n…”

“hey cherry! ready to make some chemistry? :D”

he inhaled, knowing that there was a chance he was going to regret his next statement for the rest of his life:

“i think you and i already have enough chemistry.”

now it was ur turn to JKSGJKH

you flushed a bright pink, turning to your lab table to hide the shy smile growing on your face

“yeah?” your voiced cracked a little bit

and seungmin knew

“yeah.”

class went by quickly, with the two of you exchanging Looks before quickly looking away

and then you had lunch! and since you ate lunch together, you walked together

this time, You wanted to be the daring one

so you were walking through the halls side by side

and after a minute you just …. Held His Hand a little bit

and he squeezed your hand in return and your tummy felt like JAOGHNJ

then you entered the cafeteria and your friends’ eyes immediately went ZOOM on your interlocked hands

“W-W-W-WHAT IS THIS?” jeongin, the poor baby, spluttered

“are you out of the loop? they’re in love!” jisung was practically shooting heart eyes at the two of you

“no one tells me anything.” jeongin pouted

“are we Not In Love, jisung.”

“jinnie u know i love you but this is FRESH and it’s FUN let me ogle.”

“JISUGN???”

felix just smiled at you two, patting the space next to him, “i always knew this was gonna happen.”

“what are you losers talking about?” seungmin asked.

“yeah, nothing happened. seungmin and i are just friends.”

“you- just- HUH????”

“he hasn’t asked me out yet.” you shrugged, pulling your lunch box out of your backpack.

seungmin gasped, dropping your hand to cover his heart, “do i have to?”

“i deserve it, you animal. i’ve only been waiting since middle school.”

MIDDLE SCHOOL???

well, this was a shock.

“MIDDLE SCHOOL???”

“yeah? you kicked that dude in the shin for me. it was nice. no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“t-the shins? you started liking him over a shin kick, y/n?” felix deadpanned.

“i was like 13 can you shut the fuck up? i don’t just like him because he kicked a guy in the shins for me.”

“oh? why else do you like him?”

“we’re not having this conversation right now, jeongin.”

“oh hell yes we are.”

“SEUNGMIN??”

but he just :D at you and you were whipped so :///

“Okay! i like him because he’s...just a good guy. like he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s….really cute and he would probably kick jisung in the shin if i asked him to.”

“i would.”

“bet!”

“okay!”

“hey what no- OW SEUNGMIN!” jisung whined, pulling his leg up on the seat

“kiss it better jinnie-”

“jisung no.”

“JINNIE :((((“

you grinned, looking over at seungmin.

he was already looking, and you could practically See the heart eyes he was sending you.

did it make you super flustered? yeah. did you mind? not really.

“so,” you leaned in closer, speaking quiet enough so that your friends couldn’t hear over whatever they were yelling about this time, “you gonna ask me out or not?”

“i’ll walk you home?”

“i’ll be waiting.”

the rest of the day went by Painfully slow

but after your last class, there he was !!!!

and he was walking you home !!!

and he held your hand !!!!

“let me get something from my house real quick.” seungmin lived closer to the school than you did, so you always passed by his house.

you waited on the porch while he ran outside

he came back in a minute, flushed and holding a folded piece of paper.

“here.” he shoved the paper in your hand, taking your free hand in his and dragging you along.

“MINNIE let me read this!!!!” you whined.

he sighed, stopping on the sidewalk to let you read it clearly.

you had to reread a few lines because they were just so pretty.

you didn’t expect something like this from seungmin, he was usually so direct and not so flowery.

but it was beautiful.

“why are you crying WHAT’S WRONG IS IT BAD-”

“SEUNGMIN HHHHHHH” you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

and he held you just back as tightly.

“so uh. do you wanna like….go out with me or something?”

“yes, you big dummy. i would love to.”

[buckybabybaby]

Mr Hollywood (Chapter 5)

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 1865

Chapter summary: Bucky comes home! But only briefly... :(

Warnings: None I think!

Chapter 4

Mr Hollywood Masterlist

Masterlist

*****

Pouring rain on Halloween night means the bowl of sweets by your front door is almost full as you answer the bell for the final few trick-or-treaters. Normally, Bucky helps you decorate the porch and front garden on the Saturday closest to the thirty first, so doing it alone this year was a bit of a challenge, but you're happy with the end result. 

The witches cat, out for it's third year, sits well by the mini pumpkins and broom, and the motion activated sound effects along the lantern lit path create the perfect atmosphere, just the right side of creepy.

The children certainly seem to approve.

Switching off the fairy lights and putting the leftover treats out of sight and temptation, you curl up on the sofa, scrolling through the pictures you took earlier of your decorations, choosing the best to send to Bucky. By your calculations it should be around midday in Los Angeles, lunch time hopefully, however it's always difficult to judge when he'll have a bit of a break. His replies to your texts have been slow and sporadic, but you understand, and he always apologises for taking so long. Today is a different story though, as the message is marked as read seconds after you send it, and you watch the little bubbles on the bottom of the screen as he types back his response. It's only a short text, saying that he shouldn't really be on his phone right now, but 'Happy Halloween!', and its accompanied by a photo of his own seasonal decorations, a plump pumpkin carved to look like a haunted house. He was always better than you at that kind of thing, you think, as you compare your own efforts with his, marvelling over the intricacy of the design. The picture appears to be taken in his trailer, and you zoom in to the corners, pleased to see it's cosy, homely. You had worried about how he would cope, being thrown in to such a foreign situation, as from the little information Bucky had been able to share, it seemed as though the other actors were old hands at living on set. It looks like Bucky's learned a thing or two from them.

Your reply to his picture goes unread, and you don't expect it to be answered any time soon. It feels like you never have proper back and forth conversations any more, that phone call cancelling his trip home feels like an age ago, and you miss his voice. The first half of the Autumn term wasn't as tough as you thought it would be, Bucky's replacement Peter is as easy to work with, so you have no complaints on that front, its just not quite the same without him.

Later, as you climb into bed, you allow yourself to briefly think about the future. Now that Halloween is done with, Christmas feels just around the corner, and Bucky's return can't come quickly enough.

*****

Luckily, Autumn quickly rolls to an end, and before you can blink, the annual school disco is upon you. The children look forward to it, and while it is a wonderful way to end the school term, with the combination of sugary drinks and snacks from the tuck shop, the only time they're permitted, the excitement for Christmas, and the speakers blasting classic festive songs, keeping it all under control can be exhausting for the adults.

Taking a breather, you wander through the empty corridors until you can no longer hear the commotion from the assembly room. The cloakrooms between the classroom areas are always a little cooler as they aren't heated, and after the stuffy hall its a welcome break.

Discreetly checking your phone you sigh at the lack of texts. You try not to keep it on you when you're working, not wanting it to be a distraction, but you are waiting on a message from Bucky, not so patiently. You want to know when he's going to be back around here so you can see him, but that's difficult to plan for when he doesn't reply. Leaning against the wall, you scold yourself for being annoyed at how uncommunicative he is, its unfair to expect to be made a priority, and it's not as if you're going to be super busy over the winter break. Whenever he's free you'll make sure you are too.

A door shuts nearby and you pocket your phone, pretending to be interested in the staff board in front of you, showing every teacher, assistant, cleaner and cook on it, your picture sitting at the top of the second column. Footsteps approach as you zone out, staring down the photo of yourself, only half aware that they've stopped beside you.

“Is that who took my place? Looks like one of those cartoon me-mes.”

Frowning, it takes your brain a few moments to work out what is happening.

“A what? Me-”

Turning to face the person who interrupted your bubble of quiet, you gasp, sure you're dreaming.

Bucky stands in front of you, and before he has a chance to say hi properly you're throwing yourself into his arms, only just holding in your squeal of joy as he wraps his arms around you. He smells just as he always did, that combination of three colognes you used to tease him about even though it is an amazing scent on him, and the memories it evokes has you snivelling against his chest.

He soothes you, rocking you with him as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve. “Sorry. I'm just tired I think.”

Nodding understandably against your hair, he hold you tight in his arms until your calmer.

Suddenly remembering his earlier words, you giggle as you pull away. “Me-mes? Really Bucky, you're still such a disaster.”

“And a very merry Christmas to you too.”

Smiling so wide your face hurts, you take him in. He's wearing a yellow visitor badge as opposed to your blue staff lanyard, and it makes him look so out of place even with the familiar surroundings. You note that despite spending nearly half a year in California, he's only slightly more tanned than when he left, but his hair looks different, glossier if possible, and softer. His casual style hasn't changed though, and you're happy to see that faithful puffer jacket he bought a couple of winters ago is still around. You can imagine he's grateful for it, coming back to the shock of single figure temperatures. All in all, he looks so much better than you remembered.

“And anyway,” You say, gesturing to Peter's picture that Bucky commented on, “He's actually really nice. So you should be too.”

“If you say so.”

Snorting, you check your watch. “If you have time, you could meet him?”

“I'd love to, but I've got to get to Dayton's. I didn't say I was coming here first, he'll worry I got stuck in the airport.”

“What do you mean? Haven't you been to his yet?”

“I wanted to see you first.”

“It's not really on the way is it?”

“No, but, worth it.”

Your tummy flips, flattered by his honesty. At a loss of what to say in response, you stare at the notice board behind his head, wondering if he's always had this effect on you and you've just forgotten over the months he's been gone, or if this is a new feeling. Even after an absence of six months he still has such a hold over you.

“What about tomorrow?” You ask after a short silence. “You remember the Christmas lunch? I'm sure we could squeeze you in if you wanted.”

You cross your fingers behind your back, desperate to have him here a little longer.

“Only if they have those potatoes I like.”

Thinking about how you'll make them for him yourself if you have to, you laugh at his condition for attendance, before escorting him back to the entrance foyer and his waiting taxi.

*****

“Are they not feeding you over there?” You chuckle, watching fondly as Bucky scoffs down a very full plate of dinner. Students and teachers a like have been absolutely delighted to see him again, and he's been given pride of place at the main table, with you squashed in beside him at his insistence. Peggy sits opposite, giving you a significant look every time your eyes meet.  She's not pleased that you aren't paying attention to her.

“Well, yeah, but only the really healthy stuff.” He takes a last forkful, scraping at the plate forlornly, before eyeing the food you are yet to eat. Sighing good naturedly, you push it towards him. “Go ahead.”

Thanking you with a grin, he tucks in, quiet until you question him on how long he'll be back.

“Only a couple of days.” He cringes at your confused expression.

“But I thought-”

“I know, I know. But as we've had so many delays because of the weather, everything is so behind, we're basically filming all hours of the day. Most people on set have never seen anything like it, and it's only going to get even more intense. They want to hit the summer season so we're doing all nighters to get it finished.”

“That's ridiculous.”

“And then press and promo, I don't know when I'll get to come home next.”

You don't know what to say. Bucky only arrived yesterday, and now that it looks like he'll be gone by the end of the week you're lost, disappointed and angry at someone or someone's you haven't met.

“Are you at least getting enough sleep?”

He shrugs. “Does anyone in this industry?”

Peter interrupts your conversation before you can continue your interrogation, flopping down between you and Bucky to introduce himself, seemingly in awe of everything about him and his life after Wild Fields Primary School. He knows what you've told him, so not much really, and whilst he tries to dig for more answers from Bucky you force yourself to smile and enjoy the little time you have with him.

*****

The end of lunch comes too soon and whilst you would love to stay with Bucky, teaching duties call. He's driven himself here so you walk with him back to the door out to the car park, refraining yourself from giving him a hug as it feels inappropriate in front of so many people, but he has no such qualms, and ignoring everyone around, you treasure being so close to him, conscious that it may be a long while until you see him again.

Stepping back eventually, you peer through the drizzle at the car Bucky's hired for the day, only half surprised to clock the luxury badge on the front. Not exactly the little run around he used to own.

“That looks very fancy, really going up in the world aren't you?”

“I'm still me.” He says, smiling bashfully as he presses a kiss to your forehead, before slipping out of the door.

“Just don't you forget about me Bucky Barnes.”

“Never, doll.”

You wave him off, not knowing then that Hollywood has a way of changing people, and that sometimes they can't keep their promises.

*****

Chapter 6

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2143

today was odd for me. i woke up at the stabdaed "don't wake me up" 7:something am and then 11, and then, deciding i was still too tired to get up, went back to sleep. i woke up at about 12:30 when my mom called for my help and i reluctantly got up. she said it was outside and i didn't want to do outside, but i try to be a good daughter so i got up and went outside.

the other day when i was asked to do outside stuff, it was moving a few bundles of weekday and branches to the back corner, but today it was cleaning out the garden by the barn. it was a beautiful day out, but just a little too hot to make working in the sun comfortable. for me, if it's not comfortable, it's unbearably hot. as a walking furnace, i reserve the right to be way too hot at any given point, unless it's 2am and the window is open and cold air is pouring in from the outside because it's suddenly less than 50 degrees.

anyway. i hacked and chopped and raked the garden by the barn with my mom until about 4:30. it was satisfying, getting it all done and cleaned out, but if it were up to me to design the gardens when we first moved into the house, i never would made the gardens like that. but i was only 4 when we moved in, so i had no input. i was just happy about the rock in the back yard. (it's actually part of the hilltop that we live on; it's an outcropping and part of the whole thing is pushing our driveway to shit and another part is in a neighbor's yard three lots over. it's huge. we can't get rid of the bumps in ohr driveway because it's all connected and it would literally destroy the entire hilltop.) (new hampshire is weird. hills are weird.)

but yeah. four or something hours to clear out a garden and chop back the bushes with only a hand pruner and one lady with broken limbs proved to be interesting, to say the least. but it was satisfying work. every time i go outside to do something, i'm always reluctant, but after doing it for a little bit i get invested and like to see it through. (if anyone is looking for an escape, i wholeheartedly recommend gardening. it's a little too late to start a vegetable garden, but flowers are always in season. it gets your mind off of the insanity of the world and onto the world at your fingertips, the beauty of nature, and the complete satisfaction of destroying the weeds that have been choking out your beloved black iris.) but i chopped down the bushes by hand and we pulled weeds and raked out leaves - a herculean effort because the last time we worked on the garden was before chelsea and james for married FIVE years ago - but in the end it was worth it because the tree at the end is free, the bushes will be able to focus on growing instead of all of the leaves it needed to make to cover itself, and my mom can now see her irises that were given to her more than thirty years ago and that have moved with her and us from home to apartment to home. it was nice to do something outside. i saw a robin land by the house and i saw a blue jay in the woods! my mom also managed to anger a wasp but then absolutely DESTROY it with her shoe once she got it on the ground. (james is afraid of bees so she put on her big boy pants and took care of it. i didn't even see it until it was pointed out to me, and then i blinked and my mom smacked it with an old broom head, knocking it to the ground and crushing it underfoot. i get my reckless bravery from her, i guess.)

anyway, i wound up plastering myself to the floor under the ceiling fan with the air conditioner on once we got back inside, and after i had sufficiently cooled off my mom and i talked to the relief society president in her ward. i have been unceremoniously included, despite my internal wishes to not be, but i can't say no. emily is a nice lady and i was feeling magnanimous today, so i didn't pitch a fit and it was actually rather pleasant. having stepped away from the church for a while has allowed me the freedom to make my own choices that aren't dictated by what other people want me to do. i like that. but my inability to say no to people really bites me in the ass when i get to a place where i feel obligated to help, like with church. like, of course i'm gonna help someone. if i'm asked, of course i will go out of my way to do something for you. i will do so happily, even. sometimes. but usually only if i was going to do something anyway, which i usually am. but if i really don't wanna do it, and it's not something i like to do, i probably won't. that's my problem with callings at church - i can't say no to it in the first place, and then i wind up being the go-to person for family history or music and i don't want to be that person. i'm over my family history phase and i'm over the phase of wanting to be a music teacher. i've been over it for like three years now. family history for much longer. just don't ask me to do that. i'm more than happy to shop for someone or to bring them a plate of cookies or bring them needed things, or drive places, but please got the love of the almighty god do not ask me to tell you how to do family history. don't ask me to pick music for something, don't ask me to teach people, and definitely don't ask me to teach music to people. i get really frustrated at people because they don't think the same way as i do and don't think nearly as quickly as i do, and i don't understand how other people function because my brain is on a complete tangent to how other people function, so working with other people is a big no. i will gladly do stuff if it means i get to be by myself, or if i'm doing something for someone who needs something. i'm beginning to accept that i'm really just a very selfish person, only wanting to do things for others if it's something i'm okay with doing, and if it allows me time for myself and/or enables me to be safe. my first instinct is to help someone who's pulled over on the side of the road, day or night. but i can't, because i'm afraid for my safety. my first instinct is to help someone grab something if they're too short to grab it, but they usually have it covered. i also don't want to be overbearing, but at the same time i'm an absolute mess to be around so combining that with second-guessing what my first instinct is to do, i wind up not doing a lot of things for fear of overbearing, annoying, or irritating others, or of getting myself hurt and/or killed in the process. like as much as i wish for death, i don't like pain. this is just a lot of rambling and i have no idea where this is even going but if you've read this far thank you for reading, and please help me figure out my head.

anyway, after the zoom call with emily we had dinner and i took a shower, finally washing off the dirt and grime from today's outdoor adventures. i sat and did nothing for a while, but eventually i did my prob and stats homework for the week.

and then i consumed my weight in miraculous ladybug fan content. i have a problem. it's fine.

now my tummy is grumbling again. rad. can it leave me alone for a hot minute?

also today was one of those days where i didn't hear from joel. i'm sure he was hanging out with his friends online and just chillin out. he's relaxed. i was gonna ask about his interview from the last week to see if he heard anything back from them, but it slipped my mind in time to text him so i am now here at 3 in the morning wishing i texted him because hearing from him always brightens my day. he makes me happy. the ridiculous goober.

[romantic-witch]

Next to Me // David [pt.1]

imagine: letting david go

part 2 is now available on my page!

inspired: next to me (imagine dragons)

where: as soon as you start to realize your feelings for david, you also realize david and liza still have feelings for each other. (well at least that’s what you thought)

warning: english is not my first language. please warn me if i have any grammar mistakes.

I couldn’t focus on any of my work. Zane’s vlog’s due date was two days from now but David said we were all invited to this CRAZY party so I was trying my best to finish it as soon as possible. But I know that was going to be impossible since I chose the wrong house to edit it. I was going to edit it in Alex and Dom’s place but then Alex said Dom had a girl over, and I thought I couldn’t bare listen the poor girl’s moan. But David doing crazy stunts was some other level shit. I didn’t want to go to my dorm as well since it’s literally an hour away from here. I was editing it in kitchen while all of the “fun” stuff was happening in the living room. It was Saturday night, tons of good films opened yesterday, all my friends are having a bonfire near the beach... I have zero clue on why am I here. I could just fucking leave and finish it tomorrow. I didn’t even want to go to the party, which was probably on USC and I am still bitter that they didn’t accept me. I looked up in the blank ceiling and thought “God, I don’t even know if you are up there, but can you just give me a clue on why I am here. I thought you were suppose to guide me through my problems.” 

I sighed and grabbed my tiger milk boba tea. I took a big sip and edited the video to zoom in on Heath’s face. I put the boba to the right hand sight of my laptop and then David came in.

“Hi Pearl, I didn’t know you were here.” 

He grabbed a Red Bull out of the fridge while I almost choked from the boba.

“Are you okay?”

I swallowed the boba and barely said “Yes.”

He came right next to me and asked: “Zane’s new video?”

His face was literally 3 or 4 inches away from my face, scrolling through the vlog with his left hand, while his right hand was holding the energy drink, his thumb was “wandering” around my back. He took a quick glance at me and then take a sip from the drink while getting back to his “normal” position. 

“You’re coming tonight, right?” he asked.

“I don’t know David, I have shit ton of work to do and really can’t handle frat boys yelling “chunk” every five seconds.” 

“We are not going to a frat party, it’s at Liza’s place.”

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, she’s heading New York to shoot some stuff for MTV and said she didn’t buy any tickets back to LA, so she’s throwing a one last party.”

“David, I really need to-”

“Come on it’s Liza’s last day and she never throws parties and her house is massive. Pleaseee.”

He started doing his puppy face, which I’ll admit, was too adorable. 

“Okay, you dork, I’ll come.”

-

I got some decent clothes from my small suitcase in my car and realized these were the only clothes I bring with me to LA so I had to drive back to Long Beach if I need clothes for tomorrow. Great. I head to the only bathroom that didn’t smell like puke, put on a black blouse, wore a mini plaid black and white skirt to match my black converse. I was washing my hands when David opened the door. 

“Oh, sorry. I thought no one came to this one.”

“Why do you think I came here?”

He bursted a classical David Dobrik laugh and handed me the towel. The second I grabbed the door handle he added:

“You look really nice by the way.” 

I thanked him and got out of the bathroom with the other clothes I had, as quick as I can. I thought my heart was going to came out of my chest. The fact that David complementing me, this one wasn’t the first, only made it worse. 

Only Alex, Matt and Heath were ready and chilling in the living room. Matt and I started to talk about Avengers: Endgame and after maybe 5 minutes David came to the living room. He wore a black and white striped shirt and black jeans. At least he wore something other than a black t-shirt. He looked casual and confident at the same time, which is probably one of his traits that made him have big dick energy.

"We are not gonna fit anyways, should we just go?" asked David.

All of the guys accepted it and right before David started the Tesla, Natalie came out of the door and hop on. David put the Tesla in the autopilot mode and start to vlog the guys while they were discussing whether we should turn around to wait the others or not. After two minutes of discussion we decide not to and head to Liza's place.

This was going to be my first time going to her house and I was nervous. Liza knows who I am but for some reason I get so anxious while talking to her.

Maybe it's because you like her ex you dumbass.

"Pearl!" I hear my name coming from Matt.

"I asked about that crazy theory of yours?"

"Oh, I think Scott is not the real one. He could not be able to get out of that microcell universe thing."

Matt than, desperately, added:

"Maybe it's Loki."

I smiled and suddenly catch eyes with David. He was looking at me with that half smile of his. He then immediately start to go through the footage in his camera. I turn back to Matt and start to analyze the trailer the third time today.

-

Liza’s house was huge. The second we get into “mansion” I spot three youtubers I used to adore as a middle schooler. 

I said hi to Liza and agreed with her when she said:

“The Big Apple has been better than the Angels all this time.”

-

The party goes on with me talking to a bunch of people, including my childhood fave Tyler Oakley, but not even having a word with David. He mostly hang out with Liza, and I get it it’s her last day, but man just say hello to other guests as well. I was talking to James and when I said I came with David, his face went sister shook and said:

“David’s here?!”

He was all over Liza. She went to a other room once and David just stood there ‘till she came back. Literally just stood there and drink his beer. They were happy together, and I get it. It is hard to let go of those feelings. But man it’s almost been a year and a half since they broke up. I thought it’s been long gone by now and had a chance.

I feel even more selfish thinking these. Me ever having a shot with David? His heart belongs to Liza, literally everyone knows it. He might not admit it, but he deep down knows it as well.

Me, Natalie and James were sitting on the couch. It was almost 1 am and I needed some sleep. 

“Natalie, do you know when are we going?”

“Uhm, you just missed Scott and Kristen. They headed back to the house. Our last option is David I guess.”

James immediately hopped in and said:

“Hello, I can take you back as well kitty girls.”

While Natalie tried to convince James not to, I got my phone and my wallet and said:

“I’m heading out for a walk.”

Well my intention was to walk to the nearest bus stop. For a student who is coming to LA every weekend had to know some of the busses here and there. And I knew 302 was passing two street away from the house so I was hoping to catch one of those. 

It was almost 1 am and I was walking on my own in the hills. What was I thinking? With both making the decision to walk to the stop and come to Liza’s at the first place. I am probably going to get kidnapped.  The map on my phone said I was almost there, just got to make a two minute walk, that’s all.

“Where are you going?” someone shouted from a far.

I was getting scared so I didn’t even look behind.

“Pearl!” 

I stopped. I turn around to see David maybe 300 meters behind me.

I said: “I’m going back to Long Beach.”

He was getting closer to me.

“I mean- I am going to the house first, because my car is there, then I’m heading to Long Beach.”

He was coming closer and closer.

“I should’ve never come David. I hate to introduce myself as the editing girl, like why would you invite me anyw-”

David pressed his lips against mine. For just a split second I let myself enjoy the moment, his fluffy lips and his smell but like I said just a second. I stopped kissing him and looked him in the eyes.

“David you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not. Test me.”

“Okay. How many fingers do you see?” 

I put my middle finger up.

“Hahaha, very funny Pearl Manglona.”

I start to walk to the bus stop, again.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m serious. I’m not drunk.”

“David, I know you for almost four months now, I know you are not someone who hooks up with every girl you see, so I’m assuming you are drunk or maybe wasted. Like stage five of being drunk.” 

“Is it too cliché to say you are not like every other girl?”

I just roll my eyes and continue to walk. I turned right and saw the bus I suppose to be right now, turning left and going to my destination. I sighed and sit on the edge of the sidewalk. David sat right next to me just a couple seconds later. I pulled my legs closer to my tummy while David sat cross-legged. 

“Who are you David?

“Who am I?” 

He was confused.

“Yeah, that’s what I asked.”

“I mean, I’m David Dobrik?”

“Who is in love with Liza Koshy.”

David opened his mouth pretty quickly but I also added:

“David, look me dead ass in the eye and tell me you are not in love with Liza, then I’ll consider believing you.”

He could’t. 

“Those feelings don’t go away that easily, I understand. Just please think your actions a hundred times before doing it.”

Another 302 numbered bus was coming towards us. I get up, my eyes were starting to tear up. 

“Because others might have going through the same shit as well.” 

I hop on to the bus. The bus slowly passed David and the bus stop. I sat in the back of the bus and cried silently. I texted Zane that I’ll be finishing the video from Long Beach and put my phone to sleep mode. What a waste of a lovely night.

-

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Say It’s More Than Spiritual, Physical - MCU AU fanfic

Peter and Malaki get to spend a little time together without The Bunnies.

Part of my irondad and spiderson AU. Takes place between War Is Over and Hope I’ve Got Something To Lose.

I realised that something coming up in HIGSTL won’t make any sense unless this gets written first.

Themes: school stuff, family stuff, young love

You can find me on AO3

-

Peter growled and turned his back on Macy.

“Why are you getting so tetchy? Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“Leave him alone, Macy” Flo said, putting an arm round Peter. “You’re always nasty to Malaki”

“Why do you care? You’re not even friends with him!”

“Not strictly speaking, but that doesn’t mean I like the way you talk about him all the time” She took Peter’s hand. “Let’s go, Peter”

-

Peter and Flo sat together on one of the big stone windowsills, swinging their legs.

“I think it’s probably just jealousy” Flo said. “Don’t listen to her”

Peter nodded. He didn’t know why he was so upset about it. He’d always known Macy didn’t like Malaki, but that didn’t make it any easier. Besides, Malaki was his friend, and he was the first friend he’d had at St Hendricks. But that still didn’t answer his question. Surely he shouldn’t be this upset over it?

“It’s such a shame you’re not coming on the residential” Flo said. “I know it’s only two nights, but that makes it three - well, two and a half - school days without us. You’ll be ok, won’t you? Are you sure you’re not upset about it?”

Peter nodded. Then he shrugged. The residential had never been a realistic option anyway. He still wasn’t allowed to stay over at Flo’s or Millie’s, so an overnight school trip was never going to happen. He didn’t read the letters, so he didn’t know exactly what he was missing, and as a result, he didn’t really care. 

“I’ll buy you a present! Millie will too, I’m sure, and Macy, even though she’s being so bitchy today” Flo squeezed his hand. “It won’t be so bad. You won’t be really alone anyway: you’ll still have Malaki!”

Peter smiled. Malaki had expressed his distaste for this particular trip, and he was another person definitely not going. More than half the class were going, but there were still a fairly decent amount of people staying at school. In Peter’s mind, that meant the next few days would be doss days, and that was just fine by him.

-

Wednesday was the day of the school trip. Those that were going weren’t leaving until midway through the lunch hour. In first and second period, it was business as usual. Third period was a strange mix which proved exciting for those going on the residential, and tedious for those who were not. 

Many of those not going on the trip followed outside to see off their friends, which just felt like the natural thing to do, especially as many people would have been left alone at their lunch tables if they had stayed put. 

-

After they’d waved off the trip and returned to their classrooms for afternoon school, Malaki plonked himself down beside Peter.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, curly”

Peter rolled his eyes at him, albeit fondly. Curly was a rare, but reoccurring nickname from Malaki, and Peter wasn’t totally enamoured with it. 

“Hey, so, you know we’re on private study now?”

Peter merely dotted his whiteboard with an ellipsis. 

“Why don’t we go somewhere else? The photography lab will be empty. We could book out a couple of cameras and go for a wander round the grounds or something”

Peter looked over at Mrs Hathersage. She was busy helping Lisa-Jane with her geometry homework. A few other people had wandered off already. Peter shrugged and stood up, putting his satchel on his chair and shoving it under the desk. Malaki did the same with his bag.

“So, cameras, eh?”

Bagsy the D90

“No fair!” Malaki pouted and stuck his tongue out at him. “Fine, but only ‘cos it’s you”

-

They went up to Mr Doore, booked out a couple of cameras, and went outside. It was a bright, mild day, quite perfect for outdoor photography. They spent a long time walking round taking generic landscape shots and pictures of trees, before settling for a while on the side field. There, with help from the fences and stone benches, Peter spent a long time playing around with natural frames and different angles. He was quite happy with what he achieved.

Malaki held his whiteboard for him and watched. He was much better at photography than Malaki, who was quite happy snapping one-handed half-hearted shots just for the sake of it. Peter was also much more interested in it than he was. 

Malaki found himself watching Peter a little too closely. Peter was too focused on what he was doing to take any notice of Malaki, and as such, he was unknowingly becoming a pretty good candid model. Malaki found himself watching him through the camera lens; lying on his back on the white stone bench with his camera pointed to the sky, knelt down zooming in on daisies, on his tummy playing at depth of field...

-

“You’re lucky it hasn’t been raining” Malaki said, as they continued on their walk. “How would your parents have reacted to a muddy uniform?”

Peter shrugged. Tony might get a bit irate, but Loki would just shrug and get out the spot cleaner. He was good like that.

“It’s getting pretty warm out here, isn’t it?”

Peter shrugged again. He was too busy trying to find something he hadn’t photographed before to pay proper attention. 

“Hey, do you think you can run with a camera round your neck?”

Peter looked round at this new challenge. He slipped his arm through the camera strap so it was over his shoulder, and the camera rested against his lower back. Malaki grinned and did the same. In the distance, they heard the bell going for the end of fourth period.

“We’ve still got another hour. Let’s go!”

-

There was something about running about in the warm quiet of the St Hendrick’s grounds that felt so freeing. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the illusion of having the world to themselves.

Malaki grabbed Peter’s hand and spun round, stopping to catch his breath. Peter stopped too, catching his own breath. His cheeks were flushed and his uniform was fairly rumpled. Malaki looked behind Peter, at the school, and then behind himself.

“Hey, come with me” he said, tugging Peter’s hand. 

Peter followed him, and Malaki dragged him behind the bike shed, hidden from view. Malaki sat down, leaning against the back of the shed, so Peter did the same.

“See, being stuck with me isn’t so bad, is it?”

Peter pulled his board pen out of his pocket. Malaki put a hand on his to stop him before he could take the lid off. Peter looked at him for a moment, and then put the pen back in his pocket. He looked at Malaki, and suddenly became aware of how close he was. 

“I really am glad you came to this school” Malaki said, touching Peter’s knee gently. “Not that I was short of friends. But there’s something so real about you. I know some of the teachers sigh at you, but I kinda like that you haven’t lost all of your habits from pre-private-school life. I think it’s cute”

Peter wasn’t sure what to think about that. He looked down at Malaki’s hand, and shifted position, trying to make it look like he was just stretching. 

“I’ve gotta say, it’s refreshing to see you alone” Malaki said, kneeling and wrapping his arms loosely round Peter’s neck. “You always have those girls attached to you. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve got nothing against them: Millie and Flo are lovely. It’s just so rare to see you on your own”

Peter looked at him, and shivered. Malaki smiled and held him tighter.

“Are you feeling the same as me?”

Peter swallowed, not daring to nod in case he had the wrong idea. But there was no doubt in the way Malaki was looking at him. He knew this feeling; he knew what was going to happen - it was just a matter of waiting to see who was braver...

Malaki kissed Peter gently, which made him startle a little even though he was expecting it - but just for a second. Peter kissed him back, - and then pulled back as Malaki quickly got too eager for his liking.

“Sorry, sorry. Are you ok? Hey” Malaki stroked his face gently. “I won’t use tongue again, promise”

Peter nodded slightly. Malaki pulled him close again. Peter could feel his heart thumping as they kissed. He looked up at the blue of the sky, but his eyes soon closed. He could feel the breeze on his face, and Malaki’s hands on him. He felt warm and strong, and safe. It felt so natural, like it was meant to be. Peter found himself smiling, breaking the kiss and giggling. Malaki did too. He cupped Peter’s face in his hand, and they kissed again. He felt so happy, like nothing could ever upset him ever again.

-

“Parker! Owens!” 

The boys barely had time to jump apart before they’d both been grabbed by the collar and dragged to their feet. 

“What is the meaning of this?” The man barked.

It was Mr Bretton, the rarely-seen head of the first year who miraculously seemed to know the name of every student in the school. 

“You are at a place of education and I find you osculating in this manner when you should be focusing on your studies!” 

Peter and Malaki exchanged pained looks.

“I want to see both of you at the pick up point at the end of school. Mr Owens, I’ll be calling for the boarding master. As for you, Mr Parker, we’ll see what your parents have to say about this” Mr Bretton scolded. “Return those cameras to Mr Doore and collect your belongings. I want you at the pick up point no more than five minutes after the final bell, and woe betide you if you’re late!”

-

Peter and Malaki cringed when the bell for the end of school went, but they knew better than to keep a teacher like Mr Bretton waiting. The teacher in question was waiting for them, looking very stern indeed in his ugly brown suit.

“How much do you have to eat before the fat starts making your face fat like his?” Malaki whispered to Peter as they walked over.

Peter elbowed him in the side and tried very hard not to laugh. Mr Bretton wasn’t a fortunate looking man, and his build would most certainly have resulted in ongoing chants and jokes of the “Who ate all the pies?” genre in any other school. Still, now wasn’t the time for jokes.

-

Peter wasn’t sure whether he should be pleased or not when both parents arrived. He wasn’t reassured by the look on their faces. But then, with Mr Bretton holding him firmly by the shoulder in one hand, Malaki in the other, he suppose they did look like Trouble. The boarding master from Scots-Pine turned up at the same time, and he certainly didn’t look pleased either. Peter and Malaki looked at each other, and then up at their respective guardians.

“Mr Bretton” the boarding master said. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Yes, what’s going on here?” Tony asked, looking quickly between Peter and Mr Bretton and Malaki. 

“Mr Hardwood” Mr Bretton nodded at the boarding master, and turned his attention to Tony and Loki. “Mr Starks. This afternoon while they should have been working, I found your son and Master Owens here behind the bike sheds engaging in completely inappropriate mouth-on-mouth contact”

There was a brief silence, broken by Loki.

“Do you mean they were kissing?” 

There was another moments silence, and then Loki spluttered and burst out laughing. Peter looked at him in shock. Mr Bretton and Mr Hardwood stared at him in disbelief. Tony looked at him in utter exasperation. 

“Loki!” he hissed.

“What? I didn’t know that two kids kissing was call for a school-gate disciplinary ultimatum. Oh my god, behind the bike sheds too!” 

Tony wished the ground would open up and swallow him. Loki really knew how to pick his moments. Peter very nearly started laughing too, but one stern look from Tony was enough to squash that urge.

“With all due respect, Mr Stark, I don’t believe you’re grasping the gravity of this situation”

That comment only caused him to laugh harder, even when Tony elbowed him in the ribs. 

“What gravity? Oh my god, this is fucking hilarious”

“Loki!” Tony hissed, shooting him a warning glance.

“I can’t believe the fuss” Loki laughed, wiping the tears from his face with the heels of his hands. “This is so funny I think I’m actually going to wet myself”

“Go and wait in the car, sweetheart” Tony shoved the keys at him.

Loki took them and wandered off the to car, still laughing quite uncontrollably to himself - but not before ruffling both boys’ hair. Tony turned to Mr Bretton with a painfully apologetic face.

“Sorry. He’s not human; he doesn’t always get this kind of thing”

Mr Bretton nodded as though he understood.

“Well. Regardless, Mr Stark, I’m sure you’ll talk with Peter about his unacceptable behaviour”

“I certainly will” Tony said, giving Peter a look which made the boy squirm.

“You may well be ashamed, Master Parker” Mr Bretton chided. “I’m very disappointed in you”

“But sir, we were on a free-work afternoon because of half the year going on the residential!” Malaki cut in. “We were working for most of the afternoon. Why else would we have had the cameras with us?”

“How dare you take that tone with us? You’ve done quite enough for one day, now don’t make it any worse” Mr Hardwood snapped.

“But I’m just trying to explain-”

“Silence!” Mr Hardwood snapped, smacking Malaki upside the head.

Anticipating his sons reaction, Tony grabbed hold of Peter before he could pounce and cause even more trouble.

“Don’t you dare! You’re in enough trouble as it is, young man” Tony said firmly. “We’re going to have a serious talk about this later”

“I hope we won’t see a repeat of this” Mr Bretton said. “On this occasion, I’m happy to leave the resolution up to you, Mr Stark”

“Thank you. Come along now, Peter”

Peter knew this voice. He looked at Tony. He looked at Mr Bretton and Mr Hardwood, and the way they were looking at Tony. Mr Hardwood might strike Malaki, but he knew none of them would have the nerve to strike him even if they wanted to, especially not with his father present. He took that small mercy, ducked under Tony’s arm, and threw his arms around Malaki. He hugged him tight and, out of defiance more than anything else, kissed him hard on the cheek.

“Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark, you put that boy down and come with me this instant, young man!”

Peter gave Malaki one last squeeze and went to his fathers side, privately relishing the look on Mr Bretton and Mr Hardwoods faces. 

“Good day, gentleman” Tony said, and led Peter over to the car.

-

Loki was still laughing a little when Tony climbed in on the drivers side.

“Loll, it’s not even that funny”

“It really is” Loki said, nodding with his head to one side. 

Tony shook his head and started the engine.

Peter swallowed, holding his whiteboard tight. Suddenly he wasn’t so sure that everything was ok. Tony seemed very quiet, and his shoulders were shaking with what looked like anger. 

Once out of the school grounds, Tony soon pulled into a lay-by and stopped the car. He rested his head against the steering wheel, his shoulders still shaking. Peter bit his thumb hard, and a sound escaped Tony - and then it was suddenly obvious he was laughing. Tony sat back, and Loki grinned and started laughing all over again. 

“And you said it wasn’t funny” Loki said.

Tony burst into peals of laughter, near enough crying. 

“This is genuinely the most ridiculous thing that has ever happened to me” he laughed. “I really didn’t expect that one, oh my god... oh god, my stomach hurts!”

Peter watched them both for a few minutes. They were collapsed, laughing together like little kids, laughing so hard they were crying, clutching their stomachs, laughing so much they weren’t even making noise anymore.

“We’re gonna have to get home, cos I am literally going to wet myself if I don’t stop laughing soon”

“I can’t believe I had to have that conversation” Tony turned to Peter, giving him a sharp tap on the leg. “That’s your fault, bugger-lugs!”

“I’m so glad that private school kids snog behind the bike sheds like kids in books, not gonna lie” Loki said. “How authentic!”

“You’re an idiot” Tony grinned. “Peter, honestly, your school is great, but you have some unbelievably ridiculous teachers knocking about there”

“You can say that again” Peter said, and he grinned and giggled.

“You shouldn’t laugh!” Tony said. He put on a piercing poncy voice, imitating Mr Bretton. “I found your son and Master Owens here behind the bike sheds engaging in completely inappropriate mouth-on-mouth contact”

His impression was so spot-on that Peter couldn’t help collapsing into peals of laughter himself. Loki managed to recover just long enough to reach back and ruffle Peter’s hair.

“I’m so glad I came along for the ride now” he said, tickling the boys neck.

Peter squeaked and flinched away from him. His parents laughter had put him into his own fit of the giggles, and his own stomach hurt now. He looked at Tony and Loki through his teary eyes, and he couldn’t help laughing more, because everything felt ok now. He’d been silly to think that these two would be cross with him for his and Malaki’s little encounter. 

-

“Who was that kid, anyway?” Tony asked once they’d finally managed to calm down and were driving home.

“That- that was Malaki...”

“The one whose always dying his hair?” Loki said.

Peter nodded. “That’s the one”

“Huh” Tony shrugged. “So. Are you two an item then? Because I thought that you and Flo-”

“No! No, we’re not an item, and neither are me and Flo! We just kissed!”

“And why did you do that?”

The question caught him off-guard. “Um... Because we wanted to?”

“But you don’t want to take it to the relationship level?”

“Oh Tony, stop pestering him. Don’t you listen to your father, chick. You should be focusing on your studies” Loki said, wagging a finger at him.

Peter chuckled. “I don’t really want a relationship. I’m happy as I am”

“Good. You’re too young for one anyway” Tony said.

“You’ve changed your tune” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll marry you” 

Loki held up his left hand. “You’ve already done that”

“Dad, was that a Sherlock quote?”

Tony shrugged. “Hey, loverboy, you nearly turned your father into that guy in Mary Poppins who died laughing. And you gave me a good laugh too. What do you fancy for tea? Your choice”

“Oh! Uh, so I’m really not in trouble?”

“Don’t be a pillock, of course you’re not! Now choose what you want within the next three minutes, or we’re all having soup”

“Hot dogs?” Loki suggested.

Tony smacked him hard with a road map. 

“Ow! Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yes you did. Now shut up. Peter? What do you want?”

Peter thought for a moment, trying to stop laughing. “Can I be boring?”

“Sure”

“Do you remember when I first stayed at the house, and you remember we had that night away, and you made that pasta?”

Tony thought for a moment. “What pasta was it?”

“It was the one with red pepper and chorizo and pine nuts” Loki said.

“Yeah yeah, that was the one!” Peter said excitedly. “Can we have that? Please please please? And can we have jelly for pudding?”

Tony laughed. “Sure thing, kiddo”

*

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#5

SUMMARY:

Upon receiving a voice message from her best friend, Hermione remembers a certain marriage pact they did years ago. Now he’s getting married... not to her though.

My entry for Dramione RomCom Fest: The Sequel is Groom Heist: Hermione Slythers In. Based on My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997)

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34332622/chapters/85426531

31 notes • Posted 2021-10-08 21:29:33 GMT

#4

Hello! First chapter of Desiderata is out now.

Please do mind the tags. 🌸

Read HERE / https://archiveofourown.org/works/33919792

31 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 22:44:34 GMT

#3

Draco, Are You Watching? (A Ficlet)

“Draco, are you watching?” she says as she showed him the steps for the opening dance for Eighth Year Yule Ball. 

 “I am,” he says, taking her hand and easily dancing with her, memorizing the moves right away.

“Draco, are you watching?” Hermione asks as she showed him how to use a Muggle computer. 

“I am,” he responds, clicking the “W” icon and then typing her name on the document.

“Draco, are you watching?” She asks as they watched a video of his proposal and then their wedding. 

“I am,” He responds, but his loving eyes are watching her instead of the telly.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks and then gasps as a movement on her tummy appeared. She smiles and presses his hand over. 

“I am,” he responds, feeling his son kick. He smiles and plants a kiss on Hermione’s stomach.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks, glancing at him when he stopped talking.  

“I am,” he responds. He was watching their son take his first steps by himself. Draco beams with pride.

“Draco, are you watching?” she asks, a horrified expression on her face as the 6 year old Scorpius zooms past Hermione, riding a broom skillfully at his young age. 

“I am,” he responds with a smile, his arms crossed as he sat on a stone. But she doesn’t hear him.

Hermione turns and walks towards him, eyes staring at the marble stone he was sitting at. An epitaph. With his name. 

“I am,” she copies his words. Because she knew he is watching. 

All the time. 

 And he was.

Originally posted on twitter but thought I’d share it here too. Also, because I suck at tracking my self-prompts hehe sorry

67 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 17:44:12 GMT

#2

I knew it was over.

I knew it was over when his touch started to feel foreign.

I knew it was over when his embrace became forced.

I knew it was over when his kisses turned cold.

Still, I hoped it would be back to what it was used to, but it never happened.

What we had was familiarity, comfort, friendship, and a budding romance—on my end, at least, I know that now.

So what can I do when he fell in love with someone else?

It’s not as if he dictated his heart to love someone aside from me.

He tried. He tried hard for me.

I knew he did.

Merlin, he married me.

It was alright for a year. Our honeymoon was spent in France. We traveled a lot, we were at our freest when we did.

So I don’t know when it happened.

Maybe it started when our parents kept hinting at wanting grandchildren.

Maybe it started when I started a career of my own.

Or maybe he just really didn’t see me that way.

He only needed me, not love me.

Not in the romantic sense, anyway.

It hurt, knowing he was physically with me, but his heart was with 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

That whenever he held me, he was thinking of 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I wasn’t blind, but I refused to see the truth.

I love him too much to let him go.

We are bound.

We are married.

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87 notes • Posted 2021-10-27 23:43:34 GMT

#1

Draco, Are You Listening? (A Ficlet)

Related but not connected to Draco, Are You Watching? [Originally posted on Twitter]

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“Draco, are you listening?” Her soft voice takes him out of his reverie.

“I am,” He looks at Hermione, unable to comprehend why Potter and the Weasley family would even welcome him in their home for Christmas. “I’ll go”

As long as she’s there, he’ll go. Anywhere with her.

“Draco, are you listening?” Hermione asks, stopping in her tracks as they pass by Diagon Alley.

“I am.” She doesn’t know it, but he already bought her a copy of the book she wanted before it’s even released.

“Draco, are you listening?” She asked as she turned around slowly, The dress she was wearing was simple, but she looked like a goddess.

“I am,” he responded. “Yes, you look beautiful.” He reaffirms, wishing she was going out with him instead.

“Draco, are you listening?” She asked, cupping his face, eyes brimming with tears as she stared into his soul.

“I am,” he nodded. He was listening but at the same time he wasn’t. Did she really just say that?

“I couldn’t take it further because it felt wrong,” she sobbed.

“It felt wrong because I kept thinking why I wasn’t doing these things with you. Why are we apart? Why are we not together?” she was a mess, but she never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

“Draco, are you listening?” she continued. “I said I love you–”

He cuts her off with a kiss. Soft.

Deep.

True.

“I am,” he mumbles. “And I love you. Always have. All this time.”

They laughed with tears in their eyes, and at the same time, they said, “We’re idiots.”

“Draco, are you listening?” she whispers, glancing around the church as they both stood in front of the altar. She’d just finished stating her vows.

“I am.” he whispers back then nods, says aloud, “I do.”

He then kisses her, in front of everyone, and all the gods there is.

“Draco, are you listening?” Her eyes are confused. “I said I’m pregnant.”

“I am,” he was staring at her tummy. They’re having a child. He thanks his lucky stars. “I love you both.” He kisses her stomach and then her lips.

“Draco, are you listening?” she asks through the muggle phone. “You’re spacing out again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I am,” he smiled and looked at the phone. He presses play once more.

It’s the only way to hear her voice again.

You know how it ends.

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A Nurse Should Know

Harry whimpers when he hears the loud blare of his alarm at 4 AM. Being a nurse has never been a nine to five job for him but it still doesn't make it any easier to get up and going when it's still dark out. He sits up and presses a hand to his stomach with a grimace. He must've eaten something that upset his stomach for dinner last night because he's been in and out of the bathroom all night with harsh stomach cramps that seem to come and go. He thought getting a bit of sleep would help but upon sitting up, he still feels the weird cramping he's felt all night. It's different than a normal upset stomach though, his muscles feel tight and he even feels the pain in his back. He doesn't feel really sick to his stomach or anything but the pains seem to only be getting worse no matter what medication he takes. Even going to the bathroom didn't help at all. He's honestly just looking forward to finishing up his shift so he can come back home and lie down with a hot water bottle. He stands up and heads over to the closet and pulling out his usual scrubs for work. He tries to be as quiet as possible as his boyfriend of six years sleeps soundly in the bed before him. Harry can't help but feel a sting of jealousy at the boy who's only job is to race around little sticky five year olds all day. He gets to wake up at 7 AM when the sun is actually up with him. Harry pulls on his scrubs and turns to head toward the bathroom when he feels his stomach muscles clench up again. He hisses and closes his eyes, gripping on to his dresser. "Mmmgh..." He can't help the small moan that leaves his lips as the pain begins to grow harsher in his abdomen and back muscles. He hears Louis snort and begin to move about in bed and bites his lip, feeling bad that he's woken Louis at such an early hour. "Haz?" His sleepy voice calls, patting the bed beside him in confusion. "Mhmm...sorry...ugh...sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you." "It's okay. Early shift?" "Need to leave in about fifteen minutes." Harry says through gritted teeth, still bowed over a bit. Louis gives him a worried look and scoots further down the bed to get a good look at him. "Are you alright?" Harry sighs, standing up straight and placing a hand to the center of his belly. "Yeah..I'm fine. Just a bit of an upset stomach." Louis frowns. "Are you feeling sick?" "No..I've just been up all night from cramps in my stomach..I don't know what's going on." "Do you think you should call in?" Harry snorts. "Yeah..like I could." "I'm sorry.." "It's ok..sorry, I'm just grumpy because I'm not feeling very good. I shouldn't take it out on you." "Call me when you get a break?" "Of course." Louis snuggles back into bed after Harry kisses his feathery hair. Harry heads to the bathroom to fix his wild curls and brush his teeth. He feels the cramping sensation again in his stomach just after putting his toothbrush into the holder. He grimace and presses a hand to the counter as the other grips his hip. "Mmmgh..." He moans under his breath, rubbing a hand over his stomach as it clenches up tightly, "Mmmm...mmmmmgh..." The pain fades and he shakes it off, heading downstairs to grab a bit of breakfast. Nothing sounds appetizing in the least but he spots a banana and grabs hold of it, biting into it quickly. Bananas have potassium and that's supposed to help with cramps so he's hoping it'll do the trick. He finishes it up as he grabs his keys and heads towards the garage. He stops short of the door and crosses his arms over his middle, bending slightly as another pain lances through his tummy. He grunts and quickly rushes over to the closest bathroom downstairs. He pulls down his pants, groaning lightly when the pain builds and sits down on the toilet. "Ughhh..." He groans, pressing one hand to his thigh and the other flat to his tummy. He bends forward and clutches his tummy tightly as he tries to relieve himself of the growing pain. He's not able to go but the pain does eventually fade so he stands up from the toilet and washes his hands quickly, cursing when he sees that if he doesn't leave now he'll be late. He drives silently to work which is rather unusual for him. He's always listening to some sort of music on the way to the hospital but today he's in no mood for it. He's exhausted and the cramps in his stomach are only getting stronger. He really doesn't want to go to work feeling like this but he also REALLY doesn't want to get fired. He feels semi-fine until he pulls up to the red light just before the hospital. The same cramp radiates harshly from his back all the way up his sides and to the front of his belly, pulling his skin taut and gripping his muscles like a vice. He presses his head into the driver's seat and grips onto the steering wheel, pressing his free hand to his aching stomach. "Ughhhhh.....mmmmgh...." The pain ends just as the light turns green and he quickly zooms into the parking deck. The morning is a long and hectic one for Harry, bouncing from room to room for several different patients. He attempts to ignore the constant pain racking in his belly but it's getting harder and harder to do so as the hours drag on. He steps out of his latest patients room quickly and leans over himself, gripping the side of the wall. "Ughhhhhhhhh....mmmmmmgh...." He moans, pressing a hand to his stomach. The pain fades quickly and he sniffles, rubbing his eye and heading over to his next patient. He's so ready to go home and lie down. He walks into his patient's room and gives them a small smile. The patient begins talking to him but he finds it hard to pay attention to what they're saying as another cramp tightens his tummy muscles. He leans over the small travel desk in the room and grimaces. "Mmgh.." He moans under his breath, pressing a hand to his stomach. "Um are you ok?" The woman asks, watching him grimace. "Yeah..." He exhales deeply, "Yeah I'm really sorry about that. I haven't been feeling well today. Bit of an iffy tummy..please continue." "Do you need a doctor?" He laughs. "Honestly? I just need my husband and a hot water bottle." She smiles. "That sounds heavenly right now." Harry is able to pay attention the rest of the visit with the nice woman and walks out the door. As soon as he steps back into the hallway, he feels another tense stomach pain. He presses a hand to his back and one to his middle and groans with his eyes closed tight. "Ughhhhh...ughhhhhh..." "Are you alright, Harry?" His nurse friend, Perrie asks, pressing a hand to his upper back. He exhales in a long puff. "Honestly? I feel shit. My stomach is killing me." She frowns and presses a hand to his forehead. "You don't have a fever...right or left side?" He laughs lightly. "Already had my appendix out. It's more all over anyway and my back. T's just cramping up like crazy. I must've eaten something off for dinner.." He sighs, rubbing a hand over his belly as the cramp begins to wane. She frowns. "I hope you feel better soon darling." "Me too.." He breathes. He's able to finally get a break three hours in to work and heads toward the changing room. He pulls his phone out of his safe and sighs, sitting on the small bench in the room. His stomach cramps up again and he groans, pressing both hands to his belly and bending over. "Ohhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhh...." The pain passes and he whimpers, staying in his bent over position. He pulls out his phone and sniffles, pulling up Louis' name. "I'm on break." He sends and bites his lip, waiting for Louis' responses "I'm at recess!" Harry smiles softly but it soon fades as another crashing wave of pain lances over his tummy. "Can you call me?" He manages once the pain fades a bit. Louis doesn't call right away and by the time he does, Harry's stomach is cramping up again. "Mmmmgh hello?" He grunts out, pressing a hand to his middle. "Harry? What's wrong?!" "Ohhhhh m'hurting bad, Lou. Ohhhhh my stomaaaaaaaaach..." "Still cramping up love?" "Mhmm worseeeee." "Have you used the loo?" "I c-can't." "I think you need to get checked out, H. This doesn't seem normal." Harry takes in a sharp inhale. "I c-can't I'm still on duty...." "Promise me if you still feel rough when you get off you'll get checked out?" "I just wanna come home..." Harry grunts. "After you get checked out." "Fine. I've got to go, breaks over." "Love you." "Love you too." Harry trudges over to the sinks in the room and bends over, splashing water onto his face and burying his face in his arms. He feels his belly roll in pain again and moans. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhh......ohhhhh..." The day stretches on and Harry feels worse and worse. He has to keep stopping in the hallways after seeing patients to bend over and moan through another intense pain radiating through his belly. By lunch time he's miserable and instead of getting food, he opts for sitting at a table alone with his head buried in his hands. "Ughhhhhhhh....ughhhhhhhhhhhh...UGHHHHH."He groans, gripping at his throbbing belly. It feels hard as a rock beneath his scrubs and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit nervous over it. He's only got a bit more time left before he can clock out and go home and he's never felt more ready to see his bed. He feels MISERABLE, worse than he's ever felt at work before and he's worked through the stomach virus before. He walks out of the cafe and heads over to the nursing station, looking through his notes on his computer. He feels another pain ripple over the tight muscles in his belly and he grits his teeth, putting both arms on the table and bending forward. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He knows he's being loud but he can't bring himself to care at this point. He's able to get through three more patients before the pain in his stomach becomes nearly crippling. He feels a wave of intense pressure and the need for the restroom presents itself like a viscous wave. He grips his stomach and rushes off to the loo, grunting and groaning as he pulls his scrubs down and sits on the toilet. He grips his thighs and bends over. "Mmmmmmmmmmmgh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhh...OHHHHHHHHHHHH..." He feels a surge of water leave him and scrunches his nose at the weird sensation. He's never felt anything like it before but it's enough to make him ready to leave work now-done with shift or not. He walks out of the loo with both arms crossed over his stomach in a slightly slouched position. He heads over to the head nurse and tries to keep his breathing steady. "I'm r-really sorry m-my shift isn't over but I'm really not feeling well. I've been in and out of the bathroom all day with really bad stomach cramps and I-" "Oh darling, you look absolutely dreadful. Don't worry about it, ok? We'll get someone to cover you. Go home and get some rest." And Harry must look about as bad as he feels because that was rather easy. He walks to his car, stopping every few steps to kneel and groan through the intense waves of pain. He finally makes it and switches his car on, heading out on the road toward his house. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh my stomaaaach....ughhhhhhh...UGHHHHHHH OWWW..." He shouts, gritting his teeth and punching his steering wheel as the pain grows unbearable. He heads off to his room immediately upon entering the house, pressing a hot water bottle tightly to his skin. It doesn't work at all for the cramps. "Ohhhhhhh....ohhhhhhh...oww..ow...owwww..." He kicks his feet uncomfortably about and whines. When Louis comes home, Harry is in complete misery, tossing and turning on the bed nearly sobbing against the pain. Louis is scared to death but Harry won't allow him to call a doctor instead pressing his tiny hands into his belly begging for a tummy rub. "Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhh..." Harry quickly sits up from the bed and rushes off toward the bathroom, Louis following quickly behind. "Babe WHATS WRONG?" Louis asks, voice rising in panic. "I don't know..I DON'T KNOW IT HUUUUURTS..I...I have to go to the bathroom..I...ughhhhhh......" Harry pushes hard and Louis' eyes bulge. "Harry?!" "I...there's a really bad pressure in my lower belly...owwwwwwww..." He screams, pushing hard again. Louis assumes he's releasing his bowels but he's never seen anyone struggle so hard to do so. Harry eyes suddenly burst open and he grips Louis' wrist. "Wha-" "Something's happening! SOMETHINGS HAPPENING, LOUIS!!!" Louis' eyes search frantically all over Harry's body for what he must be talking about. Harry shakily lifts his shirt and Louis feels like fainting when he sees a bloody mass hanging from his husband. "H-Harry..s-something is.." "HELP ME." Louis helps Harry off the toilet and Harry immediately falls on all fours. Louis gasps and Harry looks back at him frantically. "WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?" "H-Harry...I-I-its a baby...a b-baby's h-head is hanging from you..." Louis' face is pale as paper and Harry's breathing becomes erratic. "W-what do you mean?" "P-push Harry. You have to push!" "WHAT? NO! NO! I'm not even pregnant, Louis NO! I can't be having a baby..I...I don't have a belly or any-mmmmmmmghhh..." Harry's body bears down for him anyway and the baby's head pushes further towards freedom. Harry begins sobbing and Louis' hands shakily grab hold of the baby's head as he continues to push hard against the intense pains. He finally pushes the entire baby out and Louis shakily cuts the cord with his shoelace staring down in complete awe at the tiny life in his arms. "Is it..is it.." "He's fine. He's fine, Harry. He's crying and everything." "H-he?" Louis shakes his head. "It's a boy....we..we have a son." Harry and their baby boy are soon taken to the hospital where Harry is stitched up and praised for going through labor while working. The baby is checked over and given a clean bill of health, even weighing in at nearly seven pounds. The doctor explains to Harry that his busy lifestyle probably was the biggest reason he didn't realize he was ever pregnant. Since he is so fit, his belly didn't ever pop out like other pregnant people so the baby remained hidden until he began cramping. They decide to name him Aaron which means "miracle" because it's exactly what he is. A beautiful, unexpected miracle.

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5/26/2017 I would like to hold myself accountable in some way, so I'm going to start posting. Today I binged. These past few weeks have consisted of more binges than these past few months and it's scaring me. I started meeting with my therapist because of this and because of an ample amount of free time. I believe this amount of free time is causing me to think FAR too much about "fixing" myself, which is why I end up bingeing. My breakfasts and lunches have been satisfactory in the eyes of a girl on a weight loss journey, but if you ask my therapist, they are considered restrictive. Anyways, I'm going to be posting before, during, and after binges from now on in order to get a clearer sense of some of the reasons behind WHY I keep falling down this path. I'd really like to make this summer a time for myself to get closer to overcoming this battle of one and I believe the first step is being honest. So, here I am. Post-binge & post-purge as I walk the Weber Center track. My goal for the night is to reach 20,000 steps. Is this overexercise? Probably, but the highly irrational side of my brain is okay with that because... well.. whatever leads to weight loss. While I'm here, I guess I'll say how my day went and maybe I'll discover some potential triggers. 8:00- woke up and showered. I put on a cute outfit but I changed into a more comfortable one that made me feel really bad about my body. I changed bc I thought I'd get cold at graduation rehearsal. I even put on lipstick and earrings! Probably bc I wanted to impress my boo thang 8:15- I had my ACV and then I ate breakfast. I make myself drink this before breakfast bc I believe it's the magic waste loss cure. I wanted some protein so I started out with a strawberry Greek yogurt. I then made some oatmeal and had that as my starch instead of granola because for some reason I thought eating oatmeal would keep me from binging today ??? Who knows. My logic is skewed. I put 1 tbsp of protein in it bc I thought more protein = fuller tummy = lower chance of bingeing. I then had a disgusting overcooked hard boiled egg. My reflux of that was SICKENING. I had a strawberry too. I really wanted to binge but I left.... 8:35- supposed to be at graduation rehearsal @ 9. There was a breakfast from 8-9 that I skipped bc HA. when's the last time I've ever gone to a provided breakfast??? The idea of putting one of those bagels in my system makes me wanna barf. Disgusting carbs. 8:44- I arrive at niles North. I don't wanna see these people. Ugh. I wanna hide myself. I don't wanna walk in front of that crowd and get body shamed. I wanna see vaughn but I don't want him to see me. If I cross my arms over my belly maybe my body will turn invisible. 9:00- the gym is filled with pastries and bagels. Yuck. How does everyone just eat all of that stuff so carelessly? 9:05- the rehearsal is fine and long and I just wanna go and get on with my day. I'm so sick of this place and I hate all of this small talk. I see Uche and vaughn talking. Blah. I see tiselle. I think she hates me. Do I owe her an apology? Vaughn and I aren't even really dating. We've basically just hooked up and had some sleepovers. 9:40- omg there was this thing we had to do when we went to our seats and the person directly across from you in the parallel line would sit at the same time as you and vaughn and I were parallel! Love those coincidences. Also during the ceremony I sat behind manduul. He makes me uncomfortable. I also sat behind Nathan, vaughns friend, and I felt very judged. Am I too much for people? 10:00- I'm free! I zoom toward the exit and to the door and jump into my car. I don't wanna talk to anyone. I head to old navy and call dad. I tell him to meet me there. 10:15- I begin shopping. I enjoy shopping but it can be tough. I like my body now more than I used to, but I've still got some improvements to make. Im really proud of my exercise efforts though. I've been so consistent!!! I can't wait to continue on this fitness journey and to get a better grip on this healthy lifestyle. 1:00- omg, I'm finally done shopping. I can't believe I spent $270 on clothes...... holy shit. I've never done that before. It was my dads money and he was happy to do it but damn. I feel so spoiled. do I even deserve all of this stuff? Probably not. Ugh I'm so privileged it makes me sick. 1:05- dad was gross and flirty with cashier and I really don't wanna be around him but I have a salad at his house I was gonna eat for lunch so I head there and he follows right behind me in his car!!! Oy. 1:15- I eat a green salad from Trader Joe's. It has a lot of fat in it (27 g) but not a lot of protein (14 g) so I'm freaking out and worried about a later binge. Should I have that salmon in there or is it too much? The meal is only 370 calories. Do I need more? Dad comes and eats both of the small containers with salmon. He says it's okay to eat that much bc he worked out!!!! He keeps saying shit like that. It's so triggering. He says it as if you need to earn the right to eat which is such a disordered way of thinking. Is my whole family disordered? Oy vey. 1:30- I try and speed through lunch because this man is driving me insane. I say I'm gonna go to moms house and clean. I end up going upstairs until 2 and I just laid down and looked up things for vaughn and I to do tonight. Couldn't find anything. 2:05- I head to moms house. I grab 2 pieces of gum from dads fridge bc I think it'll rid of the urge to binge. It does for a while. I continue cleaning up and getting rid of stuff at moms while I listen to music. Not aware of the time. I take a break at some point. I head to the fridge and I get a chicken breast from jewel. I heat it up. My favorite part is the fatty skin. Is that completely disgusting? Probably. I'm proud of myself bc I eat it at a controlled pace which is new for me. I also have 3 pieces of shrimp. I'm upset with myself bc I'm watching a movie as I eat it. The love is called Blue is the Warmest Color. It's about lesbians. I question my sexuality for the thousandth time. I see that Jacob (my Ex boyfriends) new friend group posts a picture of themselves with a couch. Why are they mocking my friend group? Whatever! I also make myself a French vanilla cappuccino and I crave some shortbread cookies but I don't let myself. I tell myself to wait it out and let the craving pass because I know I'm not actually hungry. I stop watching the movie at this point and I return to cleaning. I have short text conversation with Spencer about vaughn and then about dammy. I realized that I'm not sure if I really trust vaughn and the relationship I currently have with him is kinda strange and I'm not sure how much I really wanna pursuit it. I really enjoy him though. He's so intelligent and makes great convo. At some point, I make my way to the kitchen again and I let myself have a ton of chocolate. I reach for the box of Fannie may chocolates that I discovered a few days back and rip through half of that, I love the chocolates with raspberry centers. I then reach for a box of European chocolates and they are expired and dusty looking. Yuck. I then eat some m&ms and chocolate squares and it's out of hand. I even have some more maple cookies and I heat up a handheld apple pie from Krispy cream. I heat up a butternut squash ravioli and vegetables lean cuisine and I devour it. I want more pasta. More carbs. I find another pasta dish in the freezer, I heat it, and it's gross. I put it in a container and throw it in the fridge. Wonder what my mom will think about all of the containers and food wrappers in the garbage. I hope she doesn't question me about it. I then have 2 spinach pie triangles and heat them in panini maker. Not very good. Then I make a quesadilla with 2 tortillas and a ton of cheese. I eat that by the tv. I then make another one even though I'm beginning to feel sick. This is the last thing I eat. I drink some water out a wine glass and I'm mad at myself. Go figure. This always ends up happening. I'm not sure I'll ever learn. I go to the bathroom and lay down and I'm in so much pain. I try spitting up my food. Oh yeah, just to mention I was spitting up some of my chocolate earlier on and I did this by running around and drinking water. Anyways, after My binge I'm in the bathroom trying to throw up and my phone is dying so I grab the extension cord thingy and I bring it to the bathroom downstairs bc I enjoy purging into that Toilet better and I charge my phone as I spit food up. Not too much comes up. I watch a video about what to do after a binge. It's not too helpful. I do hear AGAIN that I need to not restrict after a binge. This is so hard to learn bc I always have events coming up. I'm not trying to look like a fat ass at graduation or on birthright!!! 7:20- I decide to head to Weber center to walk. It's raining outside but I need to do something and I don't wanna be with other people. lol I never wanna be with other people. I'm too ashamed of myself. I set a goal for myself to walk 20,000 steps and I compete with everyone walking. Well, that's my day so far. If anything drastic ends up happening, I'll update you in tomorrow's post. Until then, keep on fighting. You are not your illness and I have no doubt that you'll eventually beat this. I love you, rach. Signing off.

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Dangerous Woman (Part 2) 🌙

A/N: I’ve finally uploaded the second part of DW after a trillion years so I apologize to everyone for the long wait! In this second part, there’s no smut but there is plenty of angst and drama and emotional turmoil (I promise more smut in future parts). Also, I added in Luhan’s POV to make the fic more interesting! Enjoy this, and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box at the end of it! x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Some violence near the end (on the reader’s part) and just angst all the way

Genre: Angst

Requested: No

Summary: Luhan and call-girl! Reader battle with their own emotions when it comes to falling for each other.

Word Count: 5886

Soundtrack: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever // Zayn, Taylor Swift

PART 1 | PART 2

By the time I wander through the double doors of the brothel where all of this call-girl nonsense started years ago, the tears I’ve been trying to hold back for the past hour finally spill over, causing my ‘waterproof’ mascara to leak down my cheeks horribly.

Dragging my bag of discarded lingerie, cat ears and handcuffs behind me, I suck back a mournful gasp as I keep my head down, too humiliated to let any of the other lingering call-girls catch a glimpse of my beaten-down form. Thankfully, nobody takes notice of me as I speed-walk to where Sehun is comfortably seated behind the receptionist’s desk as always, his feet propped up on the table as he taps away at his phone enthusiastically.

Upon hearing the shuffling of my feet, my best friend lifts his head with that oh-so-comforting grin of his, parting his lips to say hi. But his cheery demeanour drops as soon as he catches sight of the state I’m in, with my tangled hair and teary eyes and ugly black lines of mascara running down my face.

Bolting upright, Sehun plonks his phone on the table and puts his feet back down on the ground, holding out his arms to me. “Oh, (Y/N)”, he says softly, “what happened? Was the sex that bad?”

I give a watery laugh through my sobs, dumping my bag by the desk and hurling myself into his arms. Immediately, his hands start stroking themselves down my hair protectively, rocking me back and forth. “Did he hurt you?” He demands, pulling me back to stare me right in the eye with an air of severity.

I shake my head, blinking at him through the fresh tears flooding my vision. “Sehun”, I hiccup, “what’s it like being in love?”

Now it’s his turn to blink at me bewilderedly, confusion clouding his features. “What do you mean?” He asks gently, ruffling my hair affectionately. “Haven’t you ever experienced the ‘butterflies-in-tummy’ feeling?”

“No”, I admit, sniffling. “Do men feel that if they like a girl?”

“Yes. Well, that depends on the man. For me, it’s more like the whole fucking zoo in me whenever I see the person I’m in love with”.

“If I give a man better sex than I’ve been giving him, will that make him love me?”

The confusion in Sehun’s eyes melts into shock, then gradually morphs into sparks of anger. “Don’t you ever think about that”, he hisses, grabbing me by both arms and giving me a gentle throttle. “Don’t you ever confuse sex with love, (Y/N). You’re worth so much more than your sex drive. Don’t ever let a man -or anybody, for that matter- tell you that sex equates to love. If a man loves you, he’ll love you for you and not your blowjob abilities”.

“But that doesn’t apply for me”, I shoot back hoarsely. “I’m worth nothing. I’m just a cock sleeve, I’m just somebody men use for their pleasure. I’m not somebody people look at and think ‘Oh, I think I’m in love with this girl’. Instead, all they think is, ‘Oh, I wonder how many dicks she can take at one go’. I’m just a fucking toy, Sehun”.

“Who’s the lucky guy who stole your heart?” Sehun asks matter-of-factly, resting his hands on my shoulders fleetingly and gazing at me sternly.

I turn away moodily, wiping at my eyes with the back of my wrists. Black smudges of mascara are left behind on the skin, and I internally cringe at what an awful sight I must be. “How’d you know?” I sigh.

My best friend clucks his tongue in response. “Ah, (Y/N), you’re such a cinnamon roll. I’ve known you for years now. And you’ve never ever come back to the brothel with tears in your eyes and an existential crisis until today. I’ve always admired you for easily drawing a line between your feelings and your job and I would be lying if I said that I’ve never questioned how you make it seem so easy. And today, you come back in this state so it’s no mystery that something’s bugging you”.

I rest my cheek against his broad shoulder exhaustedly, closing my eyes. “This is why you’re my best friend”.

“So spill”, he presses. “Finally accepted your feelings for Luhan, huh?”

“Just because I came back bawling my eyes out after having sex with him doesn’t mean I’m in love with him”, I retort defensively, feeling my cheeks warm up at the prospect of actually falling in love with one of my clients.

“Oh please”. Sehun scoffs. “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up whenever you realize the client on the phone is him. I’ve seen the way you excitedly bolt for the door whenever it’s time to meet him and I’ve especially noticed how you have that creepy little smile on your face when you roll up in here with your hair all mussed and lipstick smudged. It would be disgusting if it wasn’t so fucking cute”.

He earns a punch on the shoulder for his teasing, to which he openly chuckles in the midst of his wincing. “It’s true”, he insists. “Look at my little cinnamon roll, all grown up and falling in love. How’s Luhan like as a person? I’ve seen him a couple of times and I must say that he’s pretty hot. Would date him in a heartbeat if he wasn’t so caught up with you”.

Biting my lip, I consider Sehun’s question very carefully. How is Luhan like as a person? A slideshow of memories I’ve shared with him for the past few years starts playing in my mind, lazily flicking from one moment to the next. In my mind’s eye, I zoom in on the memory of meeting him for the very first time. And that’s when it all started.

3 years ago

“So how does the client look like?” I ask Sehun, leaning against his desk with my chin propped in the palm of my hand.

My best friend turns his laptop screen in my direction, giving me a clearer view of the typed words on it. “This is his description”, Sehun explains, tapping the end of his pencil against the screen thoughtfully. “Surprisingly, he agreed to disclose a shitload of information about himself. Either he’s really generous and he’s just a narcissistic prick”.

That earns a slap at the back of his head from me, to which he sulkily pouts in response. “Don’t be so mean”, I chastise him. “More information is better than no information”.

“That’s true”, my best friend admits. “I want to fully know who this bastard is before I let my little cinnamon roll go wild with him. This is your first time, after all”.

I scoff. “I’m not a kid, Sehun. I can take care of myself”.

“That’s what they all say”, he mutters under his breath.

Ignoring his snide remark, I lean forward to squint at the screen for the neatly typed information, silently processing everything and tucking them in the deep recesses of my mind for future reference.

Client’s Name: Lu Han

Occupation: CEO of Lu Corporations

Amount willing to pay for (Y/N)(Y/L/N)’s services: $2000/session

Brief Description of Client:

Black hair                                         

Slim figure                       

Height of 1.78m/5’10’’

Once I’m done processing the information, I wrinkle my nose thoughtfully. “I like men with black hair”, I remark randomly, plucking a lollipop from the nearby sweet bowl and unwrapping it, popping it into my mouth as Sehun swats at me pettily.

“That’s all you noticed?” My best friend yelps incredulously. “Did you see the money he’s willing to offer you? Plus, he’s the fucking CEO of Lu Corporations. Jesus, (Y/N), you’ve hit the jackpot with this one and it’s only the first client. You’re off to a magnificent start, you cinnamon roll”.

I run the tip of my tongue over my lollipop absentmindedly, only half listening to what Sehun has to say. In my head, a million thoughts are racing through a mile per minute; anxious thoughts, nervous thoughts, excitement. However, instead of fretting over the more important stuff like the fact that I’m having sex with a stranger for the first time in my life, I’m worrying about the more irrelevant details, like if this Luhan chap has proper genital hygiene or if he smells bad. Having sex with an unknown man is bad enough but having sex with one who smells like he hasn’t bathed in a week makes the entire situation worse.

“(Y/N)? How are you feeling?” Sehun’s probing question draws me out of my wandering thoughts, forcing me to blink up at him blankly. An expression of concern lingers on his facial features, his hand closing over mine. “Nervous?” He adds lightly, although the severity of the word gives him away.

I pull the lollipop out of my mouth hesitantly, contemplating on how to respond. “Better sooner than later”, I eventually find myself saying. “I have to start somewhere, anyway”.

“Well, if anything goes wrong”, Sehun begins, producing a Swiss knife from the pocket of his skinny jeans and pressing it into the palm of my hand, “you know what to do”.

With a grin, I close my fingers around the tiny weapon and tuck it safely into my own pocket, planting a fleeting kiss on Sehun’s cheek. “This is why you’re my best friend”, I coo, before sliding off his desk and waving goodbye to him as I proceed to embark on my first appointment.

“Be careful!” My best friend yells after me, to which I respond with a dismissive wave and a playful grin before disappearing out of the double doors of the brothel, my backpack of condoms, sex toys and brand new lingerie slung over one shoulder.

Flicking a quick glance at my watch, the timing on it reads 6:45pm, which leaves me with exactly fifteen minutes to get to the destination I’d hastily scribbled on the back of my wrist when Sehun read it out to me earlier on.

Nerves start to bubble up in me as the time crawls by and as I finally arrive at the entranceway of the hotel where I’m supposed to meet Luhan at. Eventually, the minute hand on my watch flicks over to twelve, indicating that it’s exactly 7pm. And at the exact second, I hear a husky voice call my name from behind.

“(Y/N)?”

Upon turning around, I catch sight of the man who matches the exact description I read on Sehun’s computer screen. And the very man I’m going to be spending the next three years with.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I peer up at him bashfully. “Mr Lu?”

Present

Ever since Luhan set foot back into the building of Lu Corporations eight hours ago after waking up alone in an empty hotel room with an equally empty bed, the coldness in his heart hasn’t thawed. Even when he drowned himself in the mountains of paperwork, dealt with his stupid colleagues and their useless meetings, made countless number of phone calls to various drug dealers back in China and thrown his entire workaholic self into focusing entirely on business matters, he finds himself clinging onto the aftertaste of the sex he’d received the night before.

All he can think of is (Y/N). (Y/N) in her sexy lingerie. (Y/N) and her cat ears. (Y/N) and her little ‘dangerous woman’ obsession. (Y/N)’s uproarious laughter whenever he tells her a joke. Just (Y/N).

He can’t get enough of her, no matter how many appointments he books with her and no matter how many times he drops her a call for a night of fuck-fun. Ever since he roused from his slumber this morning and realized that she was already long gone with only the faint scent of flowery perfume lingering on the pillows, a seed of frustration had planted itself in Luhan’s chest and it’s been nothing but growing for the past many hours.

In all the years he’s been sleeping with her, he has never ever woken up feeling so unfulfilled and explicably horny. So with the image of her in his mind, he’d taken his half-erect cock in his own hand and started stroking himself feverishly to quell the developing heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. He’d jerked himself off until his hand cramped up, until his arm ached and until he’d cursed out one too many profanities in Mandarin before he gave up, falling back against the pillows and trembling with humiliation that he couldn’t even come on his own anymore.

Silently admitting defeat to himself, he’d forced himself out of bed, took a long shower and got ready to head down to Lu Corporations to begin another mundane day of work. And all day, throughout the workload and meetings and phone calls, his dick has been playing merry hell with him, growing hard one moment and falling flat the next.

Now, at nine in the evening, Luhan has given up on his attempts of jacking himself off in the privacy of his own office and proceeds to don on his suit jacket and abandon his paperwork, locking up the office and wandering down to the parking lot to get into his Lamborghini. Once he’s settled in the silent comfort of his luxurious car, that’s when the cold reality of loneliness starts to hit him right in the face and to his utter shame, a tidal wave of saltwater flood his eyes.

Bending over the steering wheel, he presses the heel of his hands against the tears, blotting them away and busying himself by starting the engine, listening miserably to it as it purrs to life. What the fuck is the point of having such a luxurious car when you have nobody to sit with you in the passenger seat? What is the point of having everything, the wealth and the power and the good looks when you have nobody to celebrate them with, to laugh at your atrocious jokes which nobody else seems to understand, to be there for you when the whole world isn’t?

Blinking away the tears, Luhan reverses out of the parking lot and presses his foot down on the accelerator, adrenalin bleeding through his veins as he whizzes in and out of the heavy traffic expertly, only one person on his mind. After spending three years of dropping by the brothel where (Y/N) lives in her own private bedroom on the top floor, he knows the routes by heart. It’s not very often that he drops by the sex shack, but on the occasions which he does, it’s usually to drop something off at the receptionist’s desk, which is normally one of (Y/N)’s belongings she left behind in his hotel room, such as her handphone or one of her weird sex toys.

Over the years, Luhan picked up on some interesting facts about his call-girl from Sehun the receptionist, who coincidentally happens to be her best friend. The drug lord learnt that the petite call-girl never got round to actually buying an apartment of her own, despite the thousands in her bank account. Sehun speculates that she sees the brothel as her real home, considering the fact that it’s the one place that provided her with a job in the first place. Plus, she managed to snag one of the bedrooms at the top floor, which is safe from the rest of the sexual activity occurring on the lower floors, so why not stay here and directly down the corridor from Sehun’s room himself?

Although Luhan has never actually visited (Y/N)’s bedroom, he’d always fantasized about doing so. Are her walls painted a deep sensual red? Or is she more of a pastel person? Does she sleep in her oldest PJs or does she keep her lingerie on in case she receives a late-night call?

Even Sehun, as her ‘bestest friend on this entire God-crafted earth’ as the receptionist proudly claimed to be, has no idea about (Y/N)’s bedroom life (in a non-sexual sense). Sure, she has clients who request to have a session with her in the privacy of her own room and she accepts them readily but other than that, Luhan has no clue about her normal day-to-day life.

So he’s on his way to find out.

Pulling up at the kerb outside the building of the brothel, the drug lord kills the engine and slips out of the car. Making his way through the double doors, he immediately spots Sehun behind the receptionist’s desk as usual, feet propped up on the tabletop lazily as he taps away on his laptop keyboard furiously.

Clearing his throat pointedly, Luhan observes as the receptionist frantically slams his laptop shut and lifts his head sheepishly, gazing up at the drug lord with a honey-like smile on his features. “Mr Lu!” The younger man gawps enthusiastically. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight. How may I help you?”

“Is (Y/N) in now?” Luhan asks matter-of-factly. “I want to see her”.

Perhaps it’s the drug lord’s eyes playing tricks on him but he’s very certain that a gleeful smirk crosses Sehun’s features for a second before it disappears without a trace. “I’ll drop her a call. She’ll be down in a minute, not to worry”.

“No”. The drug lord deadpans, causing the young receptionist to freeze up in his swivel chair nervously. “I want to go up to her room. That is, if she doesn’t have any other clients to entertain tonight”. The icy authority in Luhan’s voice sends Sehun scrambling for the phone on the desk, bobbing his head obediently.

“Oh, wow. I mean, yes sir. Right away”, the receptionist gabbles, hitting a few buttons on the phone and sitting back in his chair as the dialling tone fills the air. In a matter of seconds, a familiar chirpy voice pipes out of the speaker.

“What’s up, secretary boy?” (Y/N) asks breezily.

“A client is here to see you”, Sehun explains, his questioning gaze flicking up at Luhan, who raises an eyebrow expectantly. “Is it alright if I send him up to your room now?”

“Send him right up”, the energetic call-girl responds. “Who is it, by the way?”

Sehun hesitates for a split second, before parting his lips to answer. “You’ll find out”.

“Seriously? Are you seriously playing a guessing game with me now? What if it’s Mr Kyungsoo? I’ll need to prepare some food because you know how freaky he gets with his food kink. Or Mr Junmyeon? You know how much he loves classy lingerie and Minseok tore my recent one last week while he was manhandling me-”

“I’m hanging up, cinnamon roll”, Sehun cuts (Y/N)’s rambling off abruptly, glancing up at an amused Luhan sheepishly. “Your client will be with you in a few”. With that, the line goes dead as the receptionist puts the phone down, emitting a low whistle as he does so.

Almost immediately, a smartly-dressed young man appears from around the corner, bowing to Luhan respectfully. “Kim Jongin at your service, Mr Lu. Please follow me”, the man instructs, offering up a sincere smile at the drug lord.

With that, Luhan trails after Jongin while Sehun calls out a cheery goodbye from his desk, to which the receptionist goes completely unnoticed. Jongin leads the drug lord down a carpeted hallway, sultry lighting filling the corridor classily and illuminating the atmosphere. Elevators come into view, pinging occasionally. As the two men await the arrival of the next lift, Luhan turns to the younger man with raised eyebrows. “Does every call-girl here have her own butler?” He asks flatly.

Jongin shakes his head, hands clasped in front of him. “Only the in-demand girls have butlers. (Y/N) is one of them”.

Luhan says nothing to this and to his utter surprise, a spark of possessive jealousy rises up in him. Irritably shaking it off, he steps into the elevator with Jongin on his heels, silently observing as the young butler jabs the button for the seventh floor.

Seven. Luhan’s favourite number.

The two men say no more to each other, Jongin keeping a respectable distance even as the elevator doors part and he leads the drug lord down another carpeted hallway to (Y/N)’s room at the very end of the corridor. Unlike the other floors on the lower levels, the corridor here is completely deserted and eerily quiet, the doors of the various rooms closed with no light shining out from beneath them.

“Who else lives on this floor?” Luhan finds himself questioning, unable to quell the rising curiosity in him.

“Besides (Y/N), only Sehun”, Jongin replies. “The other rooms are empty, reserved for any other call-girls who are lucky enough to earn as much as (Y/N) to pay the rent of these rooms. So far, nobody has been blessed with the gift of successful business like (Y/N) is”.

Not blessed, the drug lord thinks to himself grimly. She worked her ass off for this.

Soon, the two men are standing in front of the closed room door at the end of the hallway. Unlike the other rooms, there is light shining brightly from beneath the door of this one, the soft strains of ‘Dangerous Woman’ audible enough for Luhan to hear. A smile crosses the drug lord’s lips for a fleeting second as he fondly recalls the previous night of mind-blowing sex.

Jongin leans in to speak into the intercom. “(Y/N), a client is here to see you”.

The intercom crackles noisily, accompanied by (Y/N)’s upbeat chirp. “Thanks, Jeeves. Send him in”.

Jongin turns to Luhan expectantly, nodding at the door. “Enjoy your time, Mr Lu”.

“Thanks”, Luhan mutters dismissively, not even noticing as the butler drops to a bow and scurries down the corridor and back to the elevators. The drug lord takes a deep breath, then twists the door handle and pushes it open, stepping into unfamiliar territory. He is welcomed by a whoosh of perfume-scented air and pretty pastel pink walls, as well as the ravishing sight of (Y/N) seated on her bed with her legs crossed as she spoons ice-cream into her mouth enthusiastically, her attention fixated on the screen of the laptop in front of her.

She’s dressed in an oversized button-down shirt, the buttons undone to provide outsiders with a teasing glance of the lacy black lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Her dark hair is whipped back into a sloppy bun, her face free of her usual cake of makeup. And she looks absolutely beautiful.

She lifts her head, ready with a beaming smile. Then it fades away upon catching sight of Luhan himself lingering in the doorway, an expression of surprise replacing her cheery grin. With a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks, she places the bowl of ice-cream on the nearby side table and scrambles to her feet with a flustered air. “Mr Lu”, she stammers hurriedly, “I didn’t expect you to be here”.

Luhan quirks up a smile at her innocence, taking a step further into the room. “Why not?”

She drops her gaze to the carpeted floor sheepishly, nibbling on her lower lip anxiously and the drug lord would be lying to himself if he said that the seductive sight of her doesn’t send a rush of heat down to the area between his legs. “Well”, she begins hesitantly, “after last night, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon”.

The drug lord parts his lips to answer but she’s already rambling on, realization settling across her features. “Ah…” She murmurs with an air of understanding, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. “I didn’t satisfy you enough last night. My apologies, sir. I’ll make up for it tonight”.

Luhan’s eyes widen at the misunderstanding, watching numbly as she lowers herself down in front of him, her knees tucked beneath her as she sits back on her heels and stares up at him mournfully. Normally, the sight of a woman on her knees for him would give his ego a huge boost but this time, all he feels is sad and confused, unsure of why he’s feeling so conflicted suddenly.

“(Y/N)”, he commands, “stand up”.

She adheres to his order, although refusing to meet his eye and maintaining her submissive silence. And in that brief moment, Luhan feels a sharp pang in his heart for some foreign reason. “Look, don’t misunderstand”, he explains gently, staring at the side of her face a little too hard and trying to get her to look at him, which she stubbornly refuses to do so. “Last night was amazing. But I’m not here for another round”.

“You’re not?” She asks incredulously, although more to the floor rather than to him. Her lips pinch together tightly after that, her features contorting defensively. “Was I that bad last night?”

Laughter explodes from Luhan’s lips at her accusation and he reaches out to grab her shoulders kindly, pulling her close to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She jerks her head up to stare at him with bewilderment, a blush dusting her fair cheeks prettily. “Far from bad”, the drug lord murmurs in response. “I…I’m just here for you instead. Can we talk?”

His words tumble out clumsily, nothing like the cool and composed way he rehearsed in his head on the way to the brothel earlier on. Somehow, he can feel himself crumbling to ash whenever he’s in front of (Y/N), nothing like the cold and cynical and confident businessman the world views him as.

(Y/N) freezes up at his words, an impassive mask falling over her pretty face as she instantly shuts herself off. “Mr Lu”, she says quietly, “with all due respect, I would have to turn down your request. I’m a call-girl, not a therapist”.

Luhan would be impressed by her unwavering attitude if he wasn’t so sore from her declination. “(Y/N), please-”

This time, she looks him right in the face with what looks like tears glistening in her eyes like tiny diamonds. “It goes against work ethics”, she whispers urgently, rapidly blinking away the saltwater from her eyes.

“I won’t tell”, Luhan whispers back. “Don’t cry, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”. She presses the heel of her wrists against the tears, hastily wiping them away. “Please, Mr Lu. I can’t…I can’t talk to you right now. I’m sorry”.

“Luhan”, the drug lord corrects her sternly. “Just call me Luhan. No need for formalities right now”.

“You can’t just act all chummy after three years of sleeping with me”, she retorts, sniffling feverishly. “It doesn’t work that way. I’m not a friend you can run to whenever you need to talk. I’ll let you stay only if you want to have sex with me. I’m sorry, but that’s how it works”.

“(Y/N), I don’t want sex!” Luhan blows up abruptly, panic and desperation and frustration flooding through him like a tsunami. And once he starts, he can’t hold back anymore. “I didn’t come all the way here for sex. I came here because I…I missed you”.

His dramatic dialogue startles both of them, prompting (Y/N) to take a step back as she closes in within herself. “You don’t mean that”, she whispers frantically, more to herself rather than to him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about”.

“Oh, I fucking do”. Luhan is on a roll now, his own stubborn streak taking over his entire form. “You have no idea, kitten. I want you, even without the sex. I came all the way here for you, to spend time with you without the sex toys, without the handcuffs, without the dirty talking and without the kinks. And now that I’m here, you’re not going to fucking chase me out. I always get what I want, in case you haven’t noticed that for the past three years”.

“Oh, fucking hell. You’re impossible”, (Y/N) mutters to herself.

As if on cue, a faint meow fills the air and Luhan feels something soft and warm wrap itself around his shoe. Glancing down, he spots a ginger-brown cat kneading at the hem of his suit pants and purring contentedly as it does so, its little head nuzzling against his leg happily. “You have a cat?” The drug lord asks excitedly, squatting down to give the little animal a light scratch behind its ears, to which it mewls elatedly in response.

The earlier tension evaporates instantly as (Y/N) bends down to scoop the cat into her arms, giving its tummy a light tickle. “Yeah”, she admits. “He’s actually pretty ferocious when my other clients pay a visit and it doesn’t end prettily. They usually leave with ugly scratches and bites, and those scratches and bites are not from me”.

The cat hisses at the word ‘clients’ and buries its face against (Y/N)’s shoulder, its tail flicking back and forth, to which Luhan grins at. “Cats are my weakness”, the drug lord explains. “In fact, I have three of my own”.

That catches the call-girl’s attention and she gazes at him eagerly. “Really? Can I see them someday?”

“Of course. What’s your cat’s name?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks flush at the question and she averts her gaze immediately, coughing guiltily. “Uh…I named him ‘Lu’, after you”, she mumbles hastily, pretending to be preoccupied with stroking the cat’s head. It purrs happily at its name, headbutting the call-girl chin’s excitedly.

The drug lord lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “You named your cat after me? Why’s that?”

“That’s a story for another time”, she chirps, releasing her hold on Lu and allowing him to pad over to his basket at the other end of the room, curling up into a ball and dozing off into dreamland immediately. “But since Lu loves you”, she adds, “I’ll let you stay. Although I have no idea why you would want to in the first place, considering the fact that I’m the most boring person alive and my room is as messy as my life. Plus, I look like shit”.

Luhan rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Boring? You? No way. As for your room? I’d pick it over any hotel room any day”.

(Y/N) hums in response, not saying anything more as she scrambles to her feet and heads over to a little refrigerator positioned near Lu’s basket. Pulling it open, she rummages around for a while before producing an unopened bottle of red wine, brandishing it proudly. “Care to have a drink with me?” She requests sweetly.

There is no doubt about it; Luhan is down for anything this girl wants to do. Guess he can blame it on a stupid little thing called love.

I knew that letting Luhan stay for the night is going to be a huge, un-erasable mistake. When he first turned up at my door four hours ago, my first instinct was to send him straight out due to the fear of falling for him even more. As much as I tried to convince him that it was ‘against work ethics’ to treat a client like a friend, neither of us were convinced by my cock-and-bull story. I wanted him and no matter how sad and scared I was when I thought about my feelings not being reciprocated, I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck the moment I saw how much my cat loves him too.

It may sound pretty dumb, but I trust Lu’s instincts a lot. In all the years clients have been dropping by to pay me a visit, he hisses and snarls at each and every one of them, even at Mr Junmyeon who made the effort to bring tinned cat food. So when I saw how Lu snuggled up to Luhan, I knew I couldn’t afford to let Luhan go.

So here we are, curled up in each other’s arms in my bed with wineglasses in our hands. And as far as my foggy head can comprehend, we’re both nearly gone. Not that I mind; in fact, I’m really enjoying myself in Luhan’s presence and company, and the relaxed, hazy state I’m in. The wine is starting to kick in, making me bolder and braver than I usually am, so I entwine myself around his torso daringly, kissing a path from his collarbone and up to the shell of his ear.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I slur lazily, carding my fingers through his tousled hair. “Walking into my life and making me fall for you?”

Luhan turns his head a fraction, a glazed look in his eyes as he presses his lips against my temple. “I could say the same for you”, he whispers, trapping me in between his arms and hovering over me tauntingly. “Why are you torturing me like this, (Y/N)? Why can’t I have you all to myself?”

“Make me yours, then”, I mumble absentmindedly, slipping my arms around him and holding him close. “I want to belong somewhere. I want to belong to somebody”. The tears rush to me quickly, combined with the effects of the alcohol and I feel nothing but misery. “Oh god, Luhan. Make me yours, please. I’m so lonely, you have no idea”.

“I know, (Y/N)”, he coos gently, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “I’m so lonely only for you. I see you around in all these empty faces and it fucking hurts. (Y/N), I-I think I’m in love with you”.

That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I bolt upright, draw my hand back and slap him fresh across the face as hard as I can, trembling as the tears track down my face. Luhan touches the reddening skin of his cheek, mouth hanging open in shock as he stares at me with a perplexed expression on his face. Hurt glimmers in his eyes and as much as my heart aches for him, I don’t apologize.

“Don’t you dare lie to my face so blatantly”, I hiss venomously. “In love with me? Take your love and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine because I don’t fall for that shit. None of you love me. You’re all the same, fucking horny men who use me as a cock sleeve for all your fucking pleasure. The only thing you’re in love with is the way I suck you off. So don’t come at me with that fuckery because I don’t believe a word of it”.

With that, I snatch the wineglass from his grasp and shove him off the bed, my fury blinding me and causing me to see red. “Get out, Luhan”, I spit. “Get out, go home and jack off by yourself because I am sick and tired of pleasing all of you horny men”.

“(Y/N), wait!” Luhan protests, grabbing onto my arm to hold me down but I lash out instead, losing myself in a drunk haze.

“Fucking leave, Luhan!” I scream, yanking the door open and shoving him out of the room. He stumbles out, turning around to argue with me but I don’t give him the chance to. Without waiting for a response, I slam the door shut and make my way to the bed, burying my face in the pillows as I cry my eyes out to my heart’s content.

Guess I can blame it on a stupid little thing called love.