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rrazor · 4 years ago

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hq boys as non-sexual things that feel sensual

tags: mildly suggestive content (mostly pining)

bokuto: certain phrases are very sexually charged; “make me,” or “what are you gonna do about it” lunch time!! bokuto comes back from the cafeteria with his pork-cutlet sandwich to see you engaged in a card game with three other people. He sees that everyone’s bet something and you bet a strawberry danish you bought this morning and bokuto’s eyes go 🤩 he forces himself in LMFAO and makes sure to sit next to you 🥰❤️ in the end, it’s only you and him left (konoha and komi come over from their classes to see what all the fuss is about and they’re like …..how is bokuto doing so well 😶)

but you win and steal his sandwich on the desk 😈 he tries to defame you for cheating lol but all you do is look at him coyly like “and what are you gonna do about it, bokuto-kun? 😇” and suddenly his tongue feels heavy and his cheeks flush and he’s all 🥺👉👈 he asks you for the bread back because its his only lunch 😭💀 but he ends up winning sm more because you offer to share your bento with him and his heart goes 🥰💖💞

akaashi: sitting next to someone and your shoulders/thighs touch it’s the sports festival!! and it’s lunch break. he spots you sitting on a bench and he starts sweating at the idea of sitting next to you but he wants to be near you somewhat because then MAYBE you’ll talk to him??!? hopefully 🥺💔

he swallows his nerves and sits on the bench too but on the other side with a huge gap between you and your friend. he pulls out his phone to look “busy” LMFAO then, more of your friends come over and suddenly, you’re snug against him, your BARE THIGH touching his because you’re both in shorts and akaashi thinks he gonna pass out with the bashful apology you give him 😵 he thanks every deity he can think of that your friends came over and STAY because your leg is still touching his and he’s holding a conversation with you 😭🥺🥳💕💖❤️😍

konoha: having someone use your keyboard standing up while you’re sitting in front of it you’re in one of the school’s computer labs working on a research essay. akinori sits next to your station, having worked up the courage earlier to ask you if you could help him with his. he sneaks glances at you at the printers as you refill the trays with more paper 👀 he blushes even though you aren’t even doing anything to him 😭😔💔

before he can stop himself, he calls your name lmfao 🗣 but manages to save himself from utter embarrassment by asking you to look over one of his passages. coming over, you lean over him, hands on his keyboard as he leans back. his eyes are wide and cheeks ruddy as he tries so hard to keep cool because you’re so close 😍🥺💕 and god does he hope what he wrote was coherent because he thinks he’d d-word if you said it made no sense 😓😵

kuroo: when you’re sitting next to someone and they lean over and reach across you to grab something another day, another group project. kuroo gets added to a group with you and another guy because he was absent for volleyball. the two of you push your desks next to him and he’s fist pumping internally because you’re sitting next to HIM and not the other guy and he gets to act as the barrier AHAHAH 😇🥳😛

you’re working together when you ask one of your friends to pass over the notes she took from you. she’s sitting in front of kuroo, but diagonally to the right so she leans back and you lean forward to grab the papers. your arm accidentally brushes his chest and kuroo short circuits 😶 you’re SO CLOSE and your body is nearly laid over his entire desk and if he moves his hands up he could probably touch your chest HJAKHSDLKASD 👁👄👁 the guy next to him looks at him all 😐 as kuroo goes INSANE 🤯

kita: hugging from behind he’s home alone, studying in the living room for his university exams. you’re in the kitchen with his grandma helping her with tonight’s dinner. he smiles softly to himself hearing the two of you laugh 😊🥰💞

he’s halfway through a derivatives question when you hug him from behind, arms coming around him as you rest your head on his shoulder blades 🥺💘 when you softly tell him dinner is almost ready, his chest warms and a soft smile appears on his face ❤️💖

atsumu: the guys strapping you in on a roller coaster. are we gonna kiss? why are you giving me that eye contact? inarizaki’s vbc get together to go to the local amusement park!! they get in and the first thing the twins want to do is ride all of the roller coasters so after a ridiculously long line up, atsumu’s sitting next to osamu, waiting for an attendant to come buckle them in, when you suddenly come up in your cute uniform and hair tied up and atsumu’s like SHIT ITS YOU 😳 also damn y didn’t you tell him you worked here he could have gotten discounted tickets smh 🥴😒

anyways you come up to them to buckle them up with him first and he doesn’t really notice anything but you buckle the first strap really tight and he’s like “does it need to be so tight 😘” and you tell him, making eye contact, using your best customer service voice (vocal bottoming but at least you get paid) and with a pretty smile on your face that doesn’t reach your eyes, “yes, unless you want to die. and if you do, don’t do it on this ride because my shift ends in ten minutes and i don’t want to stay here to write a report about a dumbass who ko’d on a roller coaster 🥰” and he BLUSHES oop— 👁👅👁

osamu: having your back scratched you sit next to each other in class and it’s self study time and you’re helping him with the english homework that was assigned when his back starts feeling itchy. he rolls and moves his shoulders to try to alleviate it, but it just isn’t working so he brings a hand back to scratch at it, but he’s not flexible enough to reach it 😔 you ask him what’s wrong and he puts his arm down like he got burned because he doesn’t want to be seen doing something weird in front of you or making a weird face so he just says nothing but you raise a brow and go “are you itchy?” and he nods JAJCKKAD

you bring your arm up to where he was just scratching, “here?” a shake of his head, “no, a little to the right.” AND YOU SCRATCH RIGHT AT IT!!!!! he can feel his shoulders slump as he closes his eyes and groans a little WHOOP he’s SUPER EMBARRASSED but you just laugh it off and scratch him some more before going back to work and he looks at you like 🥺💖 why’d you stop?? even though you’re not even looking at him LOL 😞 touches his back that night in the shower like your hands were so small 😯😍😳 and maybe he should be itchy more often but it also quickly turns to she better not be touchy feely with anyone else 😒

suna: someone writing on your arm he’s forced to take this one evening class this semester because it’s not offered the next one and he needs to take it because it’s a prereq for almost every other course ugh but at least the cute girl who sits next to him lets him copy her notes LMFAO 😭💀 he left all his belongings in the gym’s lockers because he was going to go back anyways for practice so when the professor gives out a code for a free trial of the software they have to use for the homework assignment due in a week, he’s like shit; he left his phone in his bag 🤡💔

you offer to write it down on his arm, grabbing a pen from your pencil case. he nods like sure why not so you take his arm and push the sleeve of his hoodie up and start writing and he just stares at you 👀 your writing is cute and he kinda likes the feel of your hands on him 🤧 class ends and you part ways with a wave. It’s not until he’s reached the gym that he realized you could have just messaged the code to him on facebook 🤨 so he pushes his sleeve up and sees your phone number on his arm under the code 😘 aren’t you smooth!!! 😌

iwaizumi: when someone is putting the car in reverse and they put their hand on the back of your seat iwaizumi been interested in you for a while, and ever since he came to the revelation he finds it really hard to talk to you because he’s afraid of coming off too aggressive or you figuring it out 😔💔 good thing kindaichi reveals that you’re his older cousin and that you’ll be driving some of them to their next practice match because the volleyball team’s bus is out for a checkup!! 😍😘 oikawa, matsukawa and hanamaki all force him to sit shotgun as you drive (even kunimi and yahaba get in on it). iwaizumi grumbles about it and all but he’s secretly super happy he gets to be right next to you omg 👀😭 he takes a bunch of glances around the interior of your (parents’) car and sits a little straighter than he usually would.

he can feel the stares on the back of his head from the other third years egging him on to make a move and just when he works up the nerve to say something to you, you put the car in reverse to back out the parking spot and put your hand on the back of his seat 😳😤 iwaizumi thinks you look so cool AND HOT he clams up and just stares at you with his jaw slightly open 👁👄👁 💕pls save him 🤧

matsukawa: when a girl puts her hand up to yours and remarks on how yours is so much bigger you got randomly paired up with each other to do a presentation for your world history class and so you’re sitting next to each other on a saturday afternoon at the public library doing research together. matsukawa spent more time than he would like thinking about what to wear because he doesn’t want you to think that his fashion sense was as grotesque as the school’s khaki pants 😷🤢 (when you complimented him nonchalantly about how he looks a million times better in casual clothes compared to the school uniform and joking said that he should start a petition to get rid of the school’s ugly khaki plaid pants and skirts and use a photo of what he was wearing today as the main piece of evidence, he almost doubles over 💀)

you’re sitting next to each other and he’s still kinda reeling from the previous interaction ahjdalhd but he does his best to pull his weight. he’s taking notes in a notebook and you look over and comment out of the blue that his hands are really big as you look at yours 🤧👀 he blinks and looks at you like “yeah?” and you nod, putting your hand up and he does it too because he thinks he’s having a fever dream at this point, but not even in his wildest dream did he’’d ever think you’d push your palm against his and say “your hand is so big! 😳” he has to excuse himself to go to the washroom to scream 😘🥰❤️

hanamaki: when you’re sitting next to someone on public transport and the centrifugal force from the vehicle firmly mooshes the two of you together hanamaki pines for you silently and you can’t really tell he likes you because he’s pretty decent at keeping his emotions hidden. or maybe you’re just so busy with your senior year you don’t notice anything that isn’t the impending doom of university applications and keeping your grades up 😤😇 anyways the two of you get on and off at the same stop each day (which he secretly thanks god for 😭) and you’re sitting next to each other and hanamaki thinks he’s gonna combust because you’ve never been this close!! 🥺🥰

he can feel his hands getting sweaty already. hanamaki sneaks glances at you and tries to see what you’re doing on your phone LMFAO suddenly, the train lurches a bit and you slide from the inertia right into his side and then he can feel the warmth coming from your thighs, side and your shoulder are touching holy sh— 😭❤️😵👀💖 you look up to apologize as he takes a breath and you’re a little shy in your apology but he takes that chance to ask you about something mundane and he makes you laugh!!!! he thinks about the interaction for the next two weeks because he finally got to talk to you dhaskld ☺️🥺💕

kyoutani: when anyone raises their arms to stretch and their shirt gets lifted up slightly gym class—you’re doing timed runs today!! kyoutani is already finished with his so he’s just sitting off the side of the track, staring not-so-subtly at you but you don’t notice because it’s your turn next!! you’ve got the typical school mandated shorts and plain t-shirt on but kyou is all 👀 at your tastefully exposed skin. he thinks you look pretty with the sun hitting your face as you give a smile to your friend, squinting at the sun light 🥰

he’s just mindlessly staring at this point but then you raise your arms to stretch your triceps and the hem of your shirt rises up a little to expose the tiniest sliver of skin before it’s covered again 👁👁 his cheeks pink a little and you catch him looking LMFAO but you don’t think anything of it and just smile and wave as kyoutani burns bright red, heart battering against his ribs and looks away 😡🤡🥰💕 he saves it for future reference HURDURDUR 😇😛

ushijima: when a woman does that thing where she tucks her hair behind her ear while making direct eye contact ushijima is INTERESTED in you, likes you, is intrigued, would like to hold your hand and rub the back of your hand and feel the soft skin with his thumb—same thing 🥰 you’re talking to him about something for the cultural festival and he’s nodding along to what you’re saying because you’re so brilliant and responsible for working on the school festival committee wOW 🤩

time seems to move in slow motion as you look up him whilst tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he zones in on the shy smile on your face, your cute cheeks, glossy lips and pretty eyes 🥺🥰 “ushijima-san?” “yes?” “what do you think?” “that’s a great idea, I will ask my team members for their input as well.” you nod exuberantly even though he has no idea what you’re talking about but your cute smile makes him all mushy on the inside 💖💕

semi: making eye contact with another customer at the grocery store around the same age it’s 2:11pm on a tuesday and semi’s at the grocery store because it’s summer and his mom was all “go to the store and buy these shimeji mushrooms for me, eita, they’re on sale!!! but only until 3pm so get skedaddling!” 😩 so he’s here and he swears housewives are the most powerful people on the planet because he thought he was gonna d-word just tryna get his discount mushrooms. he spots you in the condiments aisle looking at sesame oil and he gives you the up, down and lingers a little too long on your exposed legs 💀

he thinks you look really cute in your t-shirt and jean shorts though 🥰 when you look up and make eye contact with him and give him a little smile and wave he BLUSHES 🥺 and is right about to take the chance to talk to you but a granny hip checks him trying to get to the soybean paste and he almost trips and lands on his face 😔💔 so much for looking cool in front of you 😢🥺

tendou: having someone else play with your hair satori sees you on cleaning duty carrying the recycling to the bins as he finishes his runs around the school, about to make a turn to the gyms. he makes a beeline for you, calling your name with a bright smile on his face and waving his arms in the air. 🥰💞🥺

he bounds up to you and offers to help even though the bin is really light, cheeks warming at your smile 😊 when he takes the bin out of your hands , you wave your hand to get him to bend down. he complies, eyes widening when he feels your hand in his hair. he straightens up to see you holding onto a couple pieces of cherry blossom petals 🌸 he laughs bashfully; it feels like time has slowed and you’re the only two people in the world 💖💕

sakusa: if you’re on a pc/laptop, somebody leaning over your shoulder to look at the screen with you. the close proximity of your faces can feel awkwardly sexual you’re in the same kinesiology class and sakusa first noticed how GOOD your presentations are wtf and he’s even more impressed when he hears that you winged the whole thing because “i conveniently forgot about this until one in the morning when I decided it was a good time to reorganize your entire dorm room” ALSO you offered him hand cream the one time you caught him staring and against all reason he said yes and ever since he’s been dying to ask you where you got it from because HOLY was it nice 😍

you get paired up for the final pair presentation and he’s only become more interested in you! you’re easy to talk to and don’t pry too much and he finds himself oversharing at times 💀 the professor gives the class part of the lecture time to work on the projects so you’re sitting next to each other working when he asks you a question about the academic article he just found and you lean over his shoulder to look at his screen 👁👁 for anyone else, the close proximity of your faces would have grossed him out but he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell and how cute your ears look 👀🥰 when you tell him he’s found a really good source with an excited smile on your face, he BLUSHES and promptly wants to pass away because he has no mask on to cover him 🤡😭😵

sachiro: when you have a melting popsicle, there often comes a time where you must choose between eating it too quickly, or sucking it off so it doesn’t drip on you sachiro hums happily, holding your hand as the two of you walk home after your date and stopping at the convenience store where he buys the two of you popsicle sticks 😋

you’re talking about something funny you saw hoshiumi do in the class the other day when your popsicle drips onto you. you kitten lick at your hand and take the whole thing in your mouth to get rid of the more liquidy parts of your ice cream and sachiro is all 👁👄👁 he swallows thickly, cheeks warming and heart beating a little faster; why’s he suddenly so thirsty? 🥵💦🙈

gao: getting a strong whiff of somebody’s perfume when they pass you gao really wants to talk to you, like really really wants to talk to you 😖😭🙏 but you’re talking to your friends about something and the cute way you laughs and joke with them has him all 🥺🥰🤩

he’s about to walk up and join the conversation because let’s face it, gao isn’t afraid of much 🤧💀 too bad the teacher calls you back into the classroom about something. when you pass him, he gets a good whiff of your shampoo and his stomach flutters 😍😊🥺💕💖 follows you with sparkly eyes and wishes he made the choice to talk to you sooner 💔

futakuchi: bending over to pick up something you dropped kenji is watching (glaring) as you talk to one of the baseball team’s starting players 🤐 he’s so ticked but he doesn’t admit it like where does this guy get off making you laugh and smile like that wtf 😒🙄 luckily for kenji, the guy gets pulled away by the class rep for something so kenji calls your name to get you to look at him instead 😤

you come over and just as he’s about to stand up from his desk, he knocks over his eraser. you crouch down to pick it up and he finds himself really liking it 👁👁 he doesn’t get it either 🤡 like you aren’t bending and snapping—just folding your knees to get his eraser for him, but the way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you bent down so prettily has him ☺️😉🥵

terushima: when you’re eating and chatting with someone and they lick their lips yuuji pulled you away from your friends when it was time for lunch, wanting to spend more time with you one on one. he was so busy with volleyball and school lately 😞 and when he managed to get you to tell him how lonely you felt without him, he made it his mission to spend more time with you!!! 🥰😘💕

you’re eating together, sharing food and talking about everything and anything when he notices you lick your lips; he zones in on your little pink tongue as it swipes across your bottom lip 👁👁 “yuuji, you okay?” a hand on your cheek and suddenly, he’s kissing you. he tastes like the leftovers your mom packed you for lunch 🥰😋

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the-only-ace · 3 years ago

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Can you do a TaeminxReader where both the reader and Taemin are on The Knowing brothers and Heechul continuously flirts with the reader.

hello there~ i honestly don’t know if you still remember requesting this but here you go! i am so sorry for answering after such a long loooong hiatus. also, i am not really familiar with all the segments for the knowing brothers so i apologize in advance if some of them do not make sense. hope you still enjoy it nevertheless!

taemin scenario: just add jealousy

pairing: taemin x reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: taemin and reader have been liking each other for quite a while now and promoting as a duo together makes their relationship even more complicated. maybe a sprinkle of jealousy would finally ignite the sparks between them.

warnings: none

send in your requests here!

taemin plopped down on a seat and loosened the black necktie he was wearing for the knowing brothers recording. he reached over the table to grab a new bottle of water and contently chugged down its contents. the shoot just wrapped up and the cold drink was refreshing especially after participating in a lot of the activities today. he already spent more than a decade doing variety shows but this one made him extra tired. maybe it comes with age? who was he kidding, twenty-seven is not yet considered as old. he can perform and dance for hours and gladly do it again the next day. comparing to that, a tv show guesting should be a piece of cake but why does he feel more than relief to wrap it up earlier than expected.

with a long heavy sigh, taemin tilted his head backward and close his eyes. he knows exactly the reason why he feels exhausted and also annoyed. it was because of his certain senior called kim heechul.

a frown quickly formed across his forehead as the events a while ago replayed on his mind.

exhibit a:

“with your great chemistry on stage, fans keep on speculating if something is going on between you two. is there something we should know?” heechul asked as the cast talks about your debut single.

honestly, you were not that surprised with the question since it was quite a buzz across social media already. the other members of your girl group practically shoved their phones to your face whenever they saw comments regarding your performance. of course, their loud teasing comes next as if they were a package deal of some sort–which you don’t remember purchasing at all.

“no, we’re both just good friends.” you answered confidently with a chuckle. “i think my chemistry with taemin only comes from how much effort and passion we have put in our every performance. seeing such reactions from our audience makes both of us happy since it means that we did something great up there on stage.”

taemin was nodding silently beside you like a cute little puppy dog as he listened to your answer. he was quite proud of how well you handled the question on your own.

“so does that mean you’re still single?” the super junior member continued to ask.

“um… yeah, pretty much.” you laughed as you nod.

“then i can ask you out?” well, that one caught you off guard.

“hey, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” taemin can’t help but interrupt your conversation.

“why is that?” the older guy snapped back and sounded a bit offended.

“because…” okay, taemin did not really think this through but thanks to his variety show experience, he was able to blurt out an entertaining response. “aren’t you a bit too old for her? wouldn’t that put you to… i don’t know, jail?” the comment earned laughs and more insults from the other members.

“look here, mister! she’s of legal age so what do you mean jail?” heechul stood up from his seat and started to point his index finger towards his junior. "also, don’t you guys think it’s up to y/n to decide?“ he directed his look to you and raised an eyebrow. “so, what do think?” he tried to pull off a flirty look.

“well, they do say age doesn’t matter in love.” you shrugged as you went with the flow.

taemin knew that you’re also good on variety shows especially on how open you are to any situations that were thrown in your way. you always have the best responses and reactions. that is why people from the industry love to invite you over to shoot an episode with them. however, he kind of hoped that you have let go of the idea of flirting back.

exhibit b:

heechul pulled out the empty chair beside him and patted it, indicating for you to sit beside him. you removed the black backpack you were wearing and placed it on top of the desk as you gladly sat down next to him.

“so where should i take you for our first date?” his sudden proposal caused you to scoff and let out an amused laugh.

“well… i do love eating expensive steak in a fancy restaurant where i can wear a beautiful dress that you bought while thinking of me.” you teased with a sweet smile.

“isn’t that too much for a high school student?” he mumbled to himself before reaching out to brush the stray hair on your forehead. “okay, oppa will do it for you.”

you placed both of your hands underneath your cheeks and looked at him cutely. “thank you, oppa!”

“oppa? more like samchon if you ask me.” taemin looked back from his seat in front of you two.

“alright, what the hell is your problem today? did i do something wrong?” heechul replied incredulously with his eyes wide.

“he’s just probably jealous. he wants some steak too.” you playfully stuck your tongue out before pushing taemin’s head so he would look in front once again.

exhibit c:

all of you are now playing the whisper challenge and it was yours and heechul’s turn. he was the one guessing and you were the one mouthing out the words. both of you are going at it for a while now and it makes you a bit frustrated on the inside. you can feel the sore throat creeping in as you blatantly repeated the same phrase over and over. he’s great at a lot of games but this one is definitely 100-percent not his forte.

“ah… ah ah, i know it now!” he finally said confidently with his right first up in the air. “i love you…”

his answer made you cover your face and burst out into fits of laughter before waving your hands in front of you indicating that he guessed the phrase wrong.

“i love you!” he repeated with more conviction.

“no, that’s not the word!” you shook your head while giggling.

“yeah, i know that’s not the word. i just want to say it to you.” he nodded before giving you finger hearts which you immediately reciprocate.

both of you are playfully flirting for most of the recording but this one got to be the cheesiness lines you heard today.

taemin was pulled out from his train of thoughts when he heard you snickering loudly from across the room and his head hastily snapped in your direction. there you were, wearing a high school uniform that matches his and he was not going to lie, he was stunned when he saw you wearing it the first time this morning. you look bright and youthful with the red checkered bow around your neck. your high-waisted skirt emphasizes your curves. your pair of black thigh-high socks were the perfect length to make your legs look longer. your hair was pulled up on a half ponytail which he doesn’t usually see on you so it was a sight for him to remember. there was a soft blush on your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose. the gloss on your lips was also mesmerizing as it catches the light every time you speak. that didn’t help at all given the fact that he often caught himself staring at your lips too much lately.

seeing you made him think that if you both met as high school students, he would have undeniably confessed to you in an empty classroom after class. he chuckled at the thought. he was not quite sure if you would have liked him back in high school since he was not confident in himself back then.

his daydreaming was cut short when he realized who you were talking to. it was none other than the kim heechul. he can’t help but observe as the two of you conversed animatedly with each other. he knew that heechul was a funny guy but he’s not that hilarous for you to laugh that hard. while listening to whatever story he has been conjuring, you were pulling your hair up in a quick messy bun since the studio was quite hot with all the lights around.

what happened next almost made taemin fell down from his seat. a scowl immediately appeared on his face as he watched heechul casually wiping the sweat on your nape with his handkerchief. not that taemin was counting but that was the 9th time he flirted with you today and not to mention that it was already after the show.

he bitterly watched as you both bid your goodbyes and now you were walking towards him. he cleared his throat and took another gulp from his water bottle.

“what’s with the long face?” you asked in fluent english as you sat down on the desk in front of him.

“what?” he looked up with a confused face.

“i thought you were taking english classes?” you mocked him–this time in korean. you nonchalantly reach out for his drink and took a sip.

you and taemin knew each other for quite a while now, almost 4 years to be exact. you were on friendly terms with him even before debuting as a duo but after spending these past few months preparing together, you have gotten much closer with him. too close that it became complicated for both of you. it was quite obvious that you two were acting more than friends but no one clearly expressed their feelings yet. the tension between you and him when you were alone became heavier and heavier as the days went by. you always have this urge to bring up the situation you two are in but everytime you were about to speak out, taemin would suddenly open up a conversation about a whole different topic.

“so what were you and heechul-hyung talking about a while ago?” yep, lee taemin always has awful timing.

“he just wanted to make sure that he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable during the recording a while ago.” you shrugged.

“oh, how sweet of him.” taemin scoffed and straighten up from his seat. “he even has to wipe your sweat for you.” he muttured under his breath.

“what was that?” you already heard what he said but it was too faint and you just wanted to make sure.

“nothing.” of course he would deny it. what did you expect?

“so… are you like jealous of heechul or something?” you were only joking, well half-joking. you used this opportunity to slowly open up the topic and to finally know where do you stand in his life.

he held your gaze for a few seconds before crossing his arms across his chest. you were not fully prepared for his serious stare and for what he said next. “and what if i am?”

“huh?” your dumbfounded voice was a couple of notes higher than usual.

“i said,” he leaned forward and looked up to you under his lashes. “what if i am jealous?”

you sat there frozen. you helplessly stared back at his eyes and looked for any signs that he was just fooling around. except it was clear as day, he meant what he said. you always have waited for this. you imagined all the possible scenarios. you even prepared what you would say once this was brought up but why were you speechless now? why do you feel all clammy and nervous? why can’t you calm down your frantic heartbeats?

you took a deep breath and forced yourself to bring back the confidence you once had. “then why don’t you ask me out already so you don’t have to feel threatened with every guy out there.”

“you know what?” he stood up and suddenly he was now towering over you. his scent wrapped all around you and it made you overheat even more. “i might just do that.”

“then i might just say yes.” you crossed your arms and hoped that it can disguise your slight shaking. whether it was from excitement or not, you do not know anymore. everything was happening so fast that you were not sure if you were comprehending them properly. you felt light-headed as you waited in silence.

“so we’re doing this?” his low voice broke the stillness.

“yes!” you responded a little too enthusiastically for your liking. you’re a mess right now, you ain’t denying that.

taemin chuckled softly before discreetly slipping his fingers under yours.

oh, god. you felt a shock and then a shiver from his touch. it was not like it was your first time to have skin-to-skin contact but this one was quite different. you can feel the tension slowly rising along with the heat on your cheeks. you can feel the frustrations that were build up every time you wanted to touch him in a not-so-friendly manner. you were willing to bet your life that he was currently feeling the same as you when you witnessed his eyes dilate and darken.

“look, as much as i want to make out with you right now. we can’t.” he took a step back and put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

you felt both relief and disappointment when he widened the distance between you two. you can now catch a breather at last.

“i mean we can’t… here.” he suggestively added before turning away. “i’ll be waiting in my dressing room.”

there goes your breath again.

it took you a minute to recover after hearing his inviting words. you looked around while you fan your warm face with your hands as if it helped with cooling yourself off. you closed your eyes and relaxed yourself for who knows how many times already. you then hopped down the desk and made your way to the place you can’t wait to go to.

if this was what jealousy does to taemin, you absolutely cannot wait to see more of it.

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A/N: There’s not going to be an update on Wednesday (it’s the day after my birthday and I’m going to go cry at the space station) lol. The next two parts will be like - alternative timeline/pov/intermission posts. Which will just be to add some depth to the story I guess. Stay safe! See you next Saturday!

* “Get out”

* You can’t have been parked more than five minutes before Jessica prys the driver side door open from the outside

* You’re hunched over the binder in your lap, hurriedly scrawling answers onto the worksheet

* Edward just sighs, moving to get out of the car

* “Wait-“

* You stop him by placing your hand on his shoulder

* Edward grins, so these are boyfriend privileges huh?

* You’re going to pick him over your human friends. Well he would be lying-

* “Give me the answer to the last question before you go.”

* Edward deflates

* Guess somethings don’t change.

* “It’s sin(x) equals 18”

* You nod, quickly writing down the answer

* “Thanks Edward.” You mumble learning over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek

* “Now get out”

* He stands outside the jeep a goofy grin on his face, a hand touching the place your lips were on his cheek

* Well at least some things change

* You don’t miss Jessica’s gaze on you as you put your binder into your backpack

* “So... what do you want to talk about Jess?”

* You don’t miss the incredulous look she gives you

* “So about Edward then”

* “Yeah, no duh”

* You let out a deep sigh

* “Where do you want me to start?”

* How far back does this story even go?

* Probably when you saw him that first time in Denali

* His angular face, and those deep amber eyes

* And those butterflies in your stomach

* “You can start with what happened after you guys left the party!”

* So you’re going to have to fast forward a bit

* “Well he was mad because-you know two against one- if it was anyone else it would have been a traumatic experience waiting to happen”

* She nods, thinking you’re talking about you

* You’re talking about something transitive happening to those boys

* For those boys if they tried something with you that is

* You were pretty far gone, you might have actually killed them if Edward hadn’t come to get you

* Not out of anger, just negligence

* At the very best they might have cried if you weren’t able to control your emotions

* “And then after - we were arguing- and then it was just happening”

* “You guys had s*x?”

* You sputter

* “Geez no! We were kissing, get your mind out of the gutter Jess.”

* “Well I don’t know (Y/N/N), he’s been pinning after you since freshman year a kiss just seems anticlimactic all things considered ”

* Besides you guys have this vibe around you-

* Like a sort of intimacy or something-

* You’ve both always had a sort of closeness.

* Like it was the two of you in one world, and then everyone else in another

* But now there’s a physical closeness to you both

* The kind of vibe people who are sleeping together usually give off.

* She saw it when you were together at the aquarium

* “Nah that’s impossible” you let out a long sigh

* “I’m pretty sure he wants to wait until marriage”

* Jessica sputters at that

* “M-marriage? Holy crap (Y/N)-“

* You nod, it’s such an antiquated notion.

* Especially considering you’re both technically dead

* Honestly, what could be more awkward than a couple of virgins fumbling around in the dark for a few hours on their wedding night?

* “He wants to marry you?!?”

* Oh

* Yeah that would be the normal thing to be concerned about

* “I’m not really sure” you scratch the back of your head

* “You’re my soul mate”

* He had said it so causally, like he was talking about gravity or the weather

* Like it was a universal fact

* The words make your stomach flutter

* Ugh you don’t have time to think about this

* “Well that’s what happened, and now Carlisle is always crying in the house and Esme is already planning weddings. Now come on we’re going to be late for class”

* You get out of the car before Jess can get a word in edgewise

* So this is really happening

* She sighs

* Well she’s be lying if she said she didn’t see this coming

* She knows there’s a lot of people competing for your affection

* Hell even Conner dropped his f*ck boy tendencies for you

* But Edward is the only one who looks at you, and only you

* Jessica’s guilty of it too, she’ll admit that

* You’re her first choice, don’t get her wrong, but if you don’t return her affections

* Well that’s fine, she’ll just date Mike, or Conner, or Bella or whoever

* It’s the same for the rest of them

* Conner will be bummed when he finds out-

* Mostly because he can’t believe he dropped his other side pieces

* But he’ll get over it

* Just like Mike did

* But Edward-

* There’s no one other than you for him

* She see’s it in the way he looks at you.

* If it’s not you, it’s just not any good

* So he’ll wait, maybe even his entire life, until you’re ready to love him back

* A small smile twitches on her face

* She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy for you

* “I wonder if anyone will ever love me like that” she mumbles to herself, right before flinching in surprise when you swing the passenger door open

* “Oh my god you scared me!”

* “I scared you?!? Jess this is my car, how am I supposed to lock it if you’re sitting inside?”

* “Oh right”

* You make it to class by the skin of your teeth, taking you seat between Edward and Alice in English

* “So what did you two talk about?” Edward whispers with a small smile while the teacher calls roll

* You roll your eyes

* “Like you don’t know”

* He has a sly smile on his face and you’re not sure why

* Alice starts obviously stifling laughter beside you

* Rude but okay

* Edward leans close to you, so close his lips are only a centimeter away from your ear

* Does he mind?

* Maybe he’s immune to sexual feelings, but being that close is doing things to you

* “I’m actually not waiting for marriage by the way”

* You can practically feel the grin on his face

* You look up to him, your golden eyes meeting his

* You were right he is smiling

* His smile takes a mischievous turn, and you feel his hand slide onto your thigh and give a teasing squeeze

* “Didn’t want you to have any misconceptions” he says with the same sly grin as he removes his hand from your leg and leans back in his chair

* Ah

* So that’s why Alice was laughing

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

Bonus:

* “Hey”

* Bella looks up to see the Jessica standing by her locker as she pulls her books out

* “Oh hey, did you get to talk to them?”

* “Um yeah, it’s about what we were thinking.”

* Bella nods, if she’s sad she’s not showing it.

* “It’s good that they’re together. He loves them a lot, I’m sure Edward will treat them right”

* Jessica nods, Edward does love you a lot.

* She watches Bella try to cram books into her bag

* She is kinda pretty now that she looks at her, in that angular face- snow white kinda way

* She’s no (Y/N)

* And she’s no Mike

* “Hey did you finish the trig homework? I was having tr-“

* But maybe-

* “Hey, Angela and I are going dress shopping in port a, do you want to come with?”

* Maybe they can be friends

* They both liked the same person, so they’ve already got something in common

* Bella looks at the blonde

* To be honest, she’s been holding everyone here at a distance

* In a few years she won’t see any of these people ever again, there’s no need to get attached

* Not after what happened in Arizona

* But still-

* “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

* Guess she never learns

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Office Neighbors - Part Nine

a/n: more Andy angst, some embarrassing dad moments, and the ski trip, not proofread (reblogs and feedback are super helpful!)

warnings: slight angst, fluff, and smut

words: 17K

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Caroline had started coming to some of Andy’s basketball games, which you could tell went right up Brandon’s ass because Andy would want to talk with her after the game. She was his girlfriend now, though, so what could Andy do? It was really sweet, he told you all about how he asked her out, and not Harry. He had called her and just asked her if she wanted to be his girlfriend and she said yes immediately.

“Do you wanna meet my dad?” Andy asks her after his game.

“Yeah!”

He takes her hand and walks her over to where all of the parents were sitting and talking while all of the boys got their things together.

“Dad, this is Caroline.”

“Oh! Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He extends his hand for her to shake and she blushes. She gives Andy a funny look.

“What?”

“You didn’t say your dad was British…”

“Oh, well sometimes I forget, honestly.”

You burst out laughing at that and try to compose yourself as Harry side eyes you.

“Anyways…” Harry says. “I’ve heard so many good things. You’re from Maine?”

“Mhm, we just moved here, and-“

“Caroline.” Mrs. Stearn comes walking over to the group. “We need to go, you still have homework to do.”

“Oh, sorry, Mom, I was just saying hello to Mr. Styles, you know, Andy’s dad.”

“Hi.” He smiles at her and shakes her hand. “You just started at the university, right? Y/N and I are professors in the CM department.”

“Oh! Yes, I’m in the Psychology department. My husband also just started there. He’s the new Director of Operations for the IT department.”

“Wow.” You say, impressed.

“So, you’re the woman who chaperoned their first couple of dates?” Mrs. Stearn smirks.

“That would be me, yeah.” You smile. “Harry was in London at the time.”

“Well, I appreciate it, honestly. I felt terrible we couldn’t really have Andy over since we were still unpacking. We sort of still are. We’ll have a housewarming at some point.” She sighs and looks at Caroline. “Ready to go, honey?”

“Mhm, bye, Andy.”

“Bye.” They smile at each other before her and her mother head out.

“She seems nice, tired, but nice.” You say. “She has three other daughters all in high school.”

“That can definitely be tiring.” Harry chuckles. “Are you ready?” He says to Andy.

“Let me just say bye to Brandon.” Andy races over to Brandon to say goodbye before you all head out.

“Andy, you played so well. You’re good at everything.” You say in the car.

“I actually sucked at basketball when I first started. Mr. Stewart is just a really good coach. Brandon taught me how to skateboard too. He’s the one that’s good at everything.”

“You’ve shown him some art tricks.” Harry points out.

“True. Art starts up this week, I’m so excited. We get to do more clay stuff, I can’t wait.”

“Maybe we could go to that pottery paint place sometime.” You say. “We could go on a little double date.” You wink at Harry.

“Yeah! Can we, Dad?”

“Sure.” Harry shrugs. “Sounds like fun.”

“And you said we could go ice skating, Saturday, don’t forget.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all set to go to the free skate at the university.” He looks at you. “You’re still coming, yeah?”

“Mhm, although, I can’t promise I’ll stay on my feet for very long. I’m not a strong skater.” You laugh.

“I’ll keep you steady.” He puts his hand on your thigh and gives it a squeeze. Andy rolls his eyes not that either of you see.

Syllabus week was alive and well. Your classes were off to a good start, which you were thankful for. Many of the students had gotten to know you by now, so you were starting to see some repeat faces. It gave you a major boost of confidence. It was time for your meeting with Lisa. You had sent her everything you had so she could look it all over beforehand.

“Lisa?” You tap on the outside of her office door.

“Come in, Y/N!” She beams. “Please have a seat.” You nod and close the door before sitting down. “How was your break? I know we spoke a bit during the faculty meeting, but we didn’t really get to catch up.”

“Oh, it was good. Got a lot done, relaxed a little.”

“That’s great. I heard you got to spend some time with little Andy while Harry was in London?”

“I did.” You nod. “It was some good quality time.”

“I’m sure everyone says it to you, but I just think it’s so wonderful you and Harry got together. You’re such a great pair.”

“Oh, um, thank you.”

“Anyways, let’s get down to it, shall we? What you have so far is really good. You’re very articulate in your writing. It’s clear and concise. I think anyone who’s not up on the times of social media and anonymity would be able to follow along, but it’s also no to so low level that someone who does know about the subject would be bored, I appreciate that a lot.”

“Thank you, I was worried it almost sounded condescending.”

“Not at all. It’s good that you have those pockets of extra explanation.” You nod at her. “Keep doing what you’re doing, and I think you’ll have an excellent piece of writing here. However, you also need to be thinking about how you’ll defend yourself during your presentation. You need to start thinking of a committee. Obviously Harry can’t be on it, but I’m sure you know that.”

“Right, major conflict of interest.” You chuckle.

“Exactly.” She chuckles too. “I think Sandra would be a good person to start with. I wouldn’t suggest Janette either since you’re close with her. I’ll obviously be on the committee too. I think some people from the English department could be good as well.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll definitely start thinking of some people. At least Harry can help me with the presentation aspect of things. He’s such a good presenter.”

“He definitely is, that’s an excellent idea.”

You felt better than you thought after your meeting with Lisa, you were practically floating through the halls as you made your way back to your office. After you sit for a few minutes, you look up and see Harry standing in your doorway.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Hi…got a few minutes?”

“Sure! Come on in.”

“Great.” He closes the door and sits down in front of your desk.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Andy’s February break. It’s about a month away, and I know it would be a lot to ask you to cancel your classes for that week, but I’d like if you joined us.”

“Oh, wow, um…would I have fun? I don’t know how to ski, Har.”

“They have beginning adult lessons! I could take one with you so you wouldn’t be alone either.”

“You’d let Andy go off on his own?”

“Well…he wouldn’t be alone…here’s the catch.” He chews the inside of his cheek. “We all had a lot of fun last year, making the trip more of a blended family thing, it was good bonding for everyone, and-“

“You want me to go on a ski trip with you, your son, your ex, her fiancé, and his daughter? Is that what you’re asking me?”

“Yes.”

You lean back in your chair and let a breath out. You go to speak, but nothing comes out. You keep rethinking what you want to say.

“Harry, I-“

“Don’t say no yet. Think about it, yeah? I’d really like it if you were there.”

“That just feels really serious, and you and I haven’t even talked about where this is all going yet.”

“Where what is all going?”

“Our relationship.”

“I thought it was pretty obvious, I didn’t think we needed to have a conversation about it. We always say little things about the future, thought we were solid.”

“We are, but there are things we haven’t exactly discussed.”

“Like what?”

“Like…um, like, Jesus, I can’t talk about this here.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “We’re at work, now isn’t the time.”

“Neither of us have classes for the rest of the day, just talk to me.”

“Harry, I wanna have kids someday, not that I don’t love Andy, and not that I wouldn’t treat him as my own, but I would like to have a baby myself, and I have no idea if you want that too. You could easily not want to do the baby thing again, and I’d like to know that sooner rather than later.”

“If I didn’t are you saying you would break things off? Andy and I wouldn’t be enough?”

“Maybe for a little while, but I feel like I’d become resentful. There’s this piece of me I feel really deep inside myself that’s missing, you know? I know in the grand scheme of things we haven’t been together that long, so I know it’s a lot to be talking about this now, but-“

“No, I get it…you’re valid.” He sighs.

“And I wouldn’t want you to just say yes to me because you want me around. I don’t wanna have a kid with someone that doesn’t want that kid.”

“It would be such a big age difference…Andy would be at college by the time the kid would even know he has a brother, and Andy would just feel like another parent. Wouldn’t even be able to enjoy having a little sibling, would he?” He was more so just thinking out loud because he wasn’t looking at you as he spoke, but then he makes eye contact with you. “How many do you think you’d want to have?”

“Um, I don’t know…two maybe?”

“You, you want to have two of my children?”

“I’d like you to be the father, yeah.” You chuckle. You didn’t really know the weight this carried in Harry’s heart. This was very serious to him. “I’m not in love with anyone else last time I checked.”

“So you want it all with me, then? Marriage, house, kids?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Wow.” He sits back and looks off again.

“There’s no rush or anything, I just want us to be on the same page and make sure we want the same things.”

“No, that’s totally fair, Y/N.” He plucks at his bottom lip as he looks at you. “You realize in order to have all that you’d have to move in with us at some point.” You nod at him. “How do you feel about that? Do you like my house enough to want to live there? I don’t particularly want to move…”

“I love your house! And I have some design ideas that could make it more ours at some point. I think it’s the perfect size.”

“Maybe I should invest in that pool then…” Again, he was just thinking out loud. “I…I could see myself having more kids.” He says, looking at you now. His gaze could be so intimidating sometimes. It was the shape of his eyebrows, he could look so fucking scary.

“Really?” You ask as softly as you can.

“Yeah.” He smiles at you. “If it’s with you, yeah.”

“Oh, Harry.” Your eyes were starting to water. You get up and sit sideways on his lap, hugging him.

“We’re at work, Y/N.”

“Don’t care.” You kiss his cheek and hold him close to you. He holds you just as close, rocking you slightly. His eyes were watery too.

“When, um, when do you think you’d wanna move in?”

“God, I don’t know…my lease is up in July, maybe then?”

“You’d wanna wait that long?”

“I think I should so I can still focus on my work, it’s my quiet space.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” He sighs. “Even though you’ve been staying over more and more.” He smirks at you. “Lot of money to pay for a quiet space.”

“If I feel like I should move in sooner then we can talk about it, but right now I think July is good.”

“Alright, July it is.” He pecks your lips. “Now, what about February break?”

“God, won’t it be awkward?”

“No.” He shrugs. “I had fun last year. You’ve seen how spacious the cabin is, we’d have our own section of the house, so would Noah and Paige, and the kids would stay in the bunk room. Plenty of privacy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you smack his shoulder.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna get busy with you under the same roof as all those people.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“It’s a very reluctant yes.”

He kisses you again.

“You’ll have a great time, I promise.”

“You better not laugh at me when I fall a ton on those skis.”

“You learned how to hike no problem, you’ll be a pro at skiing before you know it.”

“Harry…” You stand up. “Walking up a mountain at a leisurely pace is a lot different than zipping down a snowy mountain.”

“So you’ll stick to the bunny trails.” He shrugs and stands up as well. “God, you’re gonna look so sexy in all that gear.”

“Yeah, the helmet hair is gonna be a major turn on.” You roll your eyes.

“Fuck, I better leave before I get a stiffy just thinking about it.” He winks at you and steps out as you shake your head at him.

“Moron.” You laugh to yourself as you sit back down at your desk. You chew on your bottom lip and text Nora immediately.

Saturday rolls around, and you meet up with everyone at the ice arena to go ice skating. Afternoon free skate was something a lot of community members went to, not so much the college students. You smile when you see Harry inside helping Andy and Caroline lace up their skates.

“Hi, Y/N!” Andy says, waving at you.

“Hi.” You sit down on the bench next to Andy and kick your boots.

“Alright, you two are all set, go on.” Harry smiles at Andy and Caroline.

They stand up and hold hands as they walk over to the entrance for the ice. Harry looks up at you and you have grin on your face.

“What?”

“Gonna lace my skates for me too, Daddy?” You bat your lashes at him and his cheeks flush.

“Don’t be a brat.” He mutters as he stands to sit next to you. “And if you really need help I will, but I’m done crouching.” He pulls your leg between his once you get the skates on. You’re almost mesmerized by watching his strong hands pull the laces nice and tight. “Next.” He says as you switch legs. “Your hat’s cute.”

“Thanks, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Your hair looks pretty with it like that.” He mumbles as he finishes your laces. You bite your lip and lean in close to him.

“I’ll tell you a secret.” You whisper and his eyes flick to your eyes. “You don’t need to butter me up, you’re gonna get laid later.”

You hadn’t been over much in the last few days so you could get some work done, and you knew Harry was missing you physically. You just catch his pupils widen from your words.

“Is it such a crime for a guy to compliment his girlfriend?” He scoffs, trying to play it cool.

“Not at all.” You peck his lips and lean back so he can stand up. He puts his hands out for you and you stand. “Whoa.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah, just don’t let go of me.” You clutch at his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Andy and Caroline were happily skating around like it was nothing. It seemed like they were racing each other. Harry was happy to see them having such a good time. He gets you gliding on the ice, but your hands stay in his.

“Do you know how to roller skate? You just move your legs the same way.”

“That’s on pavement with wheels, not blades on ice.” You say as you look down.

“I’ve got an idea, hang onto my hips and I’ll lead you around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He turns around, and you grip onto his love handles (let’s face it, Harry has no hips), and he starts moving forward while you just glide along. You giggle here and there because it really is a lot of fun. It was also impressive that he didn’t seem tired just pulling you along.

“Your dad and Y/N are really cute.” Caroline says to Andy.

“Huh?” He looks over at the two of you. Your arms were now just wrapped around Harry’s neck from behind and he had to lean down a bit because he was so much taller than you. You were laughing really hard. “Yeah, they are.” Andy shakes his head. “They’re really goofy.”

“You’re goofy too.” She nudges his shoulder. “You always make me laugh.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re, like, super funny.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He smirks and it makes her laugh. “Come on.” He takes her hand and they continue to skate around the perimeter of the rink.

“Y/N, you’re starting to choke me.” Harry says and you let go of him.

“And here I was thinking you liked that, my bad.”

“Y/N.” He pulls you to the side as you laugh. “If Andy ever heard you, I-“

“Relax, he’s a little preoccupied.” You nod over to him and Caroline skating in a circle, holding hands and laughing. Harry looks at them and then you, and you kiss his cold nose.

“I’m gonna help you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He has you face forward and he put his hands on your hips (because you actually have hips), and he pushes you forward. “It’ll be like teaching a kid to ride a bike, just glide one foot at time with me.”

“Okay, but don’t let go like a parent would while teaching a kid to learn how to a ride a bike, I’ll never forgive you. All trust between us would be gone.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus.”

You end up getting the hang of it enough where you and Harry and can just hold hands and skate around. You stay close to the walls, but still, you’re doing it.

“Hey, Dad?” Andy says, skating over to you both. “Can I have some money for hot chocolate? We’re gonna take a break.”

“Sure.” He reaches into his pocket for his wallet, and takes out ten dollars for Andy. “Figured we could go downtown for a slice after, so don’t fill up.”

“Alright! Thanks.”

You sort of wished you could just pull Harry in for a kiss, and even make out with him, but you couldn’t with all the families around. You’d just have to wait. It doesn’t stop you from kissing his cheek every so often though. Harry didn’t mind one bit, he loved it when you were a little more affectionate in public.

“I told Andy you were in for the ski trip, by the way.” He mentions nonchalantly.

“Oh? Is he excited?”

“Very, he nearly squealed.” He chuckles. “I’ll tell Paige Friday when she comes to pick him up.”

“Why not just text her?”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “It can wait. I don’t really feel the need to chat with her all the time, you know?”

“Right, makes sense.”

Your ankles were killing you by the time you got your skates off, but you didn’t let on about it because everyone else seemed fine. You follow Harry downtown in your car to the pizza place, and sit in the booth with the kids while he gets all the food.

“Andy, why don’t you go help your dad carry everything over?”

“Okay.” He slides out and you smile as he does so. “Did you have fun with him earlier?” You ask Caroline.

“Yeah! I always have fun with Andy. He’s really nice.”

“I’m glad you both get along so well.”

“Me too, I was sort of hoping he’d ask me to be his girlfriend, I was so excited when he did.”

“I know he was excited to ask you.”

Harry and Andy come over with four slices of pizza, and a liter of diet and plastic cups. Harry snatches some napkins as well before sliding in next to you. The table was quiet as you all ate. It dawns on you that maybe you and Harry should have sat in a different booth to give the kids some more privacy, but it would look weird now to get up and move.

“Do they have free skate like that a lot?” Caroline asks.

“Yeah! Even throughout the summer since it’s an indoor rink.” Harry says.

“Good to know, I bet my sisters would wanna go sometime.”

“What grades are they all in?” You ask.

“My oldest sister, Emma, is a senior, and I think she’s planning on going to the university for school next year. My parents even said she could live there so she could get the full experience. And then my other sisters, Sophie and Charlotte are twins, they’re sophomores. I was sort of a surprise.” She giggles.

“Most kids are.” Harry says with a smile. “Good surprises though.” He leans forward to pinch Andy’s cheek and Andy swats his hand away immediately.

“That’s exciting that Emma wants to come to our school. I think we have a great curriculum across the board.” You say and the kids just blink at you. “Um, we have some great professors is all I mean.”

After pizza, you tell Harry you’ll meet him back at his place since he needed to bring Caroline home. Andy walks her to her door and they hug goodbye.

“I had a lot of fun today, Andy.”

“Me too. Um, we were thinking of going to that pottery place where you can’t paint stuff sometime. Is that something you think you’d wanna do?” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Definitely.” She smiles and hugs him again. This time she lingers and gives him a light peck on the cheek. “See you Monday.”

“Yeah…see you Monday.”

Harry saw the whole thing, and he was trying not to laugh at his wide eyed son as he came back to the car.

“Did you see?”

“I did.” Harry says as he backs out of the driveway.

“She kissed my cheek.”

“It was very nice of her.”

Andy presses his fingers where she had kissed him.

“Should I have done it to her?”

“Only if you felt like it.”

“I didn’t think she was gonna…I mean…wow.” He sighs happily. “Wait until I tell Brandon.”

You were inside the house already, reading something on your phone on the couch as you waited for them. You look up when you hear the door open. Andy’s face was flushed, but he had a smile on his face. He goes right to his room and closes his door.

“What happened?” You ask as Harry plops down next to you.

“Got a little smooch on the cheek, and now he needs to discuss the whole thing with Brandon.”

“How cute!” You pout. “Sorry I missed it.”

“I was really cute. She’s smooth, she went in for another hug and pecked him.”

“Ah, so he walked her to the door?”

“Course he did, I didn’t raise a degenerate.” Harry scoffs and you laugh. You snuggle up to him as he puts an arm around you.

“No, you certainly didn’t.” Harry kisses the top of your head and flips the TV on.

You were itching for some true alone time with Harry, so around eight you tell them both that you’re a little tired, and that you were going to turn in early. Harry watches as you go down the hall to his room.

“Andy, uh, why don’t you watch TV on your laptop in your room?”

“Why?”

“Because the noise from the TV could keep Y/N up. In fact, I might turn in early too. All the fun today really tuckered me out.”

“Whatever.” Andy shrugs and gets up to go to his room.

Harry plays it cool, not wanting to seem too eager, as he walks slowly behind him into his own room. He walks in and sees you just laying on the bed scrolling on your phone. He locks the door and comes over to you.

“You don’t look like you’re going to bed.”

“I just said that to get you to come in here, glad you picked up on the hint.” You set your phone down, and he takes his glasses off. The second he’s on the bed you’re straddling him. “Where’s Andy?”

“I told him to go watch TV on his computer.”

You grin and lean down to kiss him. You suck on his top lip first and then his bottom. His hands slide down to your ass, and he tries to get his hands inside your jeans to untuck your shirt, but he gives you a wedgie by accident.

“Oh! Stop!” You sit up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m wearing a fucking bodysuit.”

“Oh shit, sorry.” He chuckles. “I was gonna say your shirt’s really stuck in there.”

“I wanna kiss for a bit before we get naked, is that okay?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and cups your cheek, bringing you back down to him.

You lick in his mouth and roll your hips down on his. His hands splay across your back as he keeps you close. You kiss along his jaw, and sponge kisses to his neck. You know you can sink your teeth in, so you just lick and suck gently. He moans softly as you grind against him.

“Y/N.” He groans. “Can we get naked now?”

Friday evening Paige swings by to pick up Andy for the weekend. She comes in to not be out in the cold. You were hanging out in some sweats since you couldn’t wait to change after you got home from work.

“Hi, Y/N.” Paige smiles.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Ready to go?” She says to Andy as he comes out with his duffle.

“Mhm, hi, Mum.” He gives her a quick hug.

“Hi, honey.”

“So, Paige, uh, Y/N’s gonna join us in a few weeks up at the cabin.” Harry says as he walks closer to her with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, that’s great! Y/N, you’re gonna have so much fun. We ski up at Cranmore, it’s a fantastic mountain.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’ll tell Noah and Rachel the second I get home.”

“What’s Gram gonna do while we’re there?” Andy asks.

“Auntie Allie and Uncle Ned are gonna come stay with her. She’ll be all taken care of.”

Andy nods and says goodbye to you and Harry before going out to the car.

“Any news on the girlfriend? Still going well?”

“She kissed him on the cheek last Saturday.”

“Oh my.” Paige chuckles. “Have you had a little chat with him yet? I really don’t wanna be the one to do it.”

“We’ve chatted, yeah.” Harry nods. “Mostly on asking before touching, that sort of thing, being respectful. I can’t go fully in depth with him yet, it’ll all go over his head I think.”

“I’m nervous about sticky sheets.” She whispers.

“Hasn’t happened here yet unless he’s gotten up before me to do his own laundry. Think we’re a ways away from that.”

“Oh, thank god.” She sighs with relief. “Okay, I’m headed out. Have a good weekend.” She turns to leave. “Oh! Happy almost birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll have some things for you Sunday when you come to get him. Rachel’s outdone herself for your gift.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Have a good weekend with him.”

“Thanks, bye, Y/N!” She waves off as she leaves.

Harry comes over to lounge on the couch and opens his arms for to come to him. You crawl up his body and settle on his chest.

“Still feeling a little yucky?” He asks. You had caught a little cold after ice skating last week.

“Just a little, but this helps a lot.” You nuzzle into his chest and he rubs your back.

“We don’t have to go out tomorrow night if you don’t feel up to it…”

“No! It’s your birthday weekend, we’re going out, don’t you worry about that. I’m sure I’ll feel better, baby.”

“Okay, just know there’s no pressure. M’only turning thirty-three.” He shrugs. “Remember when you got me flowers last year?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle.

“I think that was when I knew I really fucking liked you.”

“Oh stop.”

“I’m serious, it was the sweetest thing a colleague had ever done for me.”

“Maybe we need some new colleagues then.” You both laugh at that.

“And you brought me some coffee that morning too. I think I was able to keep those flowers alive for a couple of weeks. Tried to anyways.” He kisses the top of your head.

“You and your little budding crush.”

“Hey, it’s better than, ‘well, I was having sex with this guy and I thought of you to get off, so that’s how I knew I like you, Harry’.” You sit up slowly and glare at him while his smile grows. You huff and get off of him. “Oi, where are you going?” He chuckles.

“To the loveseat where I can curl up alone.” You snatch the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around yourself before sitting on the loveseat.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Nope, you ruined the moment.”

“It’s funny when you think about it.”

“I’d prefer not to, thanks.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, alright? I was just teasing.”

“You’re always just teasing.” You say in a monotone voice.

Harry gets up from the couch and scoops you up from the loveseat before sitting down with you in his lap.

“There we are.” He says, kissing your temple.

“You’re annoying.”

“Too bad you’re stuck with me, huh?”

“Oh, am I?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yup.” He smiles. “I’m afraid so.”

“Fine.” You sigh. “Can’t fight you much on it when you can so easily man-handle me.”

“Exactly.”

You chuckle and snuggle back into him. He plays with your hair and rubs your back until you fall asleep. It was some much needed rest.

Saturday morning you got up before Harry, somehow, and took a very long shower to clear out your sinuses. You had some work you needed to get done before dinner later, and he knew this, so once you’re out and your hair is dry, you go up to the loft to get some things done while he continues to snooze. Harry’s actual birthday is Monday so you didn’t feel too bad not spending every little second with him.

When you smell coffee from downstairs, you know he’s emerged. You hear the creaks of the stairs, and you turn to look at him.

“Hi, baby.” He says, holding two mugs. “Coffee?”

“Please, thank you. You don’t mind I’m using your space?” You take the mug from him and take a careful sip.

“What’s mine is yours, you know that.” He yawns as he goes over to sit on the loveseat.

“Are you attached to all the furniture in this house?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I couldn’t help myself, I was looking on the Bernie and Phil’s site, and saw these nice couches and loveseat sets. They all recline and there’s USB ports to charge your phones and stuff. Might be fun to go looking one of these days.”

“Sure, we could do that. The couch in the basement is really old, so I could put the furniture from the living room down there. I’d like to keep that couch because it’s a pull out.”

“That’s an excellent idea. It’ll be like upcycling in a way.”

“I’m planning to do some painting over our spring break. Andy’s been nagging me about the rooms being too dark or something.”

“Because they are. I was talking with him about it last month, and we both think a light grey for the living room would be perfect.”

“Are you suddenly telling me I have no taste?”

“No! You have taste…it’s just surprisingly manly.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He chuckles as he sips his coffee.

“It’s just an oddly masculine home for such a…metro guy.”

“Metro guys are well sculpted and care too much about their appearances.”

“Harry, if even one of your nails is chipped you sit down and redo all of them, and you’re always so put together with what you wear. All I’m saying is, you would think a macho guy was living here, not that it bothers me.”

“I guess I just didn’t really put a ton of thought into the interior.” He shrugs. “I focused more on getting the outside of the home to look nice, and there were some structural things I had to take care of too.”

“Alright, so we’ll put up some fresh paint to liven the place up a bit, nothing too drastic. I think you’ll have fun looking at things with me. Just don’t say yes to every little thing I like, I don’t wanna takeover the house.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, darling.” He smiles and grabs one of his books to read. “Is it okay if I sit up here with you while you work?”

“I’d like that.”

You turn back to face the computer as he gets cozy with his book. You and Harry had become quite domestic, and you loved it. You loved being able to just be around someone in a comfortable silence. He told you once that the sound of you typing was pretty calming to him and he could concentrate on his book or whatever else he was doing just fine.

“It’s been an hour, you need to take a break.” He says to you.

“Harry.” You hum warningly.

“Your wrists will thank me later, come on, let’s have a proper breakfast.”

“I don’t wanna eat a lot since we’re eating out tonight.” You say, still typing away.

“Hit save, now.” You look at him and laugh before continuing to type.

“Was that supposed to be threatening?”

“Yes.”

“Mm, and how’d that work out for you?” He sighs as grips the back of the chair to wheel you away. “Hey!”

He reaches forward on the mouse and clicks save before looking at you.

“How’d that work out for you?” He smirks. “Come on we can have some eggs and toast or something.”

“Okay.”

You and Harry work together to make breakfast.

“What time are we going out tonight?”

“I thought we could be there for seven.” You shrug. “You’re still good with going to the Thai place?”

“Definitely, you know I’ll never say no to going there.”

Harry still had no idea everyone from the department would be joining, which made you very happy. It wasn’t necessarily a surprise party, but you thought it would be fun to get everyone together. A special version of game night.

“Great.” You smile. “Are you going to do any work today?”

“Nah, I have a bit of time before I need to work on my next manuscript, so I’m giving myself a break. I think in March I’ll start up on it. I’m even caught up on my grading.” He leans back in his chair and looks around. “I wouldn’t mind doing some work to the kitchen. I’d like to get some new cabinets.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, like, how do you think white cabinets would look with a colored backsplash? I like the granite that has, like, grey and mint in it, you know what I mean?” You nod. “Course that means I’d have to re-stain the floors in here. Can’t have dark floors with such a light kitchen.”

“What you’re talking about is very modern, which could look nice in a ranch.” You pucker your lips to think on it. “I personally love a white kitchen, it just takes more work to keep it clean.”

“I just think it could look really sleek, you know?”

“I agree.”

“It’s nice having someone to bounce ideas around with. I feel like I didn’t do much before because I couldn’t decide on my own.” He sounds a little somber, and then he clears his throat. “Well, if you’re gonna be working I might go to the gym for a bit. Would you mind?”

“No, babe, go right ahead.” You smile.

“Cool.” He gets up and clears the plates from the table before going to his room to change.

Harry liked having you in his home, and he liked that it was slowly becoming this shared space. He wished you’d just move in altogether, but he respected why you wanted to wait. He left things open so that if you decided to move in earlier than July then that would be perfectly fine, and you knew it. He was just grateful you didn’t want to find a different house because he quite liked this one. Just as you’re cleaning up the dishes he comes out in his workout clothes.

“I’ll see you later.” He says, kissing your cheek.

“Bye, babe.” You watch him leave, and then you had back upstairs to get some more work done.

Harry was dressed and right to go by quarter of seven. He was wearing this pair of pink dress pants, which looked exceptional on him particularly in the area of his ass, and white button up. You were still getting ready, wanting to look your best for him.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You smile as you step into the living room where he was puttering about. You were in a short green dress. He looks you up and down.

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell if those are real stockings or if you’ve got that garter on again.”

“I guess you’ll find out when we get back.” You wink at him and grab the keys and your coat.

“You look lovely, baby.”

“Thanks, you don’t look too shabby yourself.”

“Are you sure we need to go anywhere?” He puts his hands on your hips and gives you a squeeze.

“So eager.”

“You didn’t let me touch you all day!” He whines.

“I was busy!” You laugh. “You can have me all you want later, let’s go.”

You drive Harry to the restaurant and pull into a parking space. You hold his hand as you walk in, and tell the hostess you’re ‘the last of the Styles party’. Harry gives you a confused look as the hostess leads you to the back of the restaurant where the private dining area was.

“Hey, there he is!” Andre says, and Harry’s face grows into the brightest smile.

“Hey!” He says.

There was Janette, Andre, Mateo, Sandra, Lisa, and Lucas. The whole gang made it just for Harry.

“Thought it would be fun to have dinner with everyone, what do you think?” You ask him as you shrug your coat off.

“Think you’re brilliant as usual.”

You all sit down at the large round table provided. Drinks were ordered all around as were many appetizers and dishes to share. You wished there was a bar to go dancing at in the area, but then again your colleagues don’t need to know you like that. If the mood felt right you could always go to the bar you and Janette usually go to.

Harry keeps his hand on your thigh most of the night. He was having a great time, which made you happy. It was always a good time with this group. Without fail someone would make you laugh so hard you’d cry. Harry’s hand was distracting, though, you could tell he was almost searching for something. He really wanted to know if you were wearing standard tights or not. You were, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t wearing something cute underneath. You assume he’s figured it out when he feels your thigh enough to not feel any bare skin.

“Any special plans with Andy for your birthday, H?” Sandra asks.

“We’ll do cake Monday night most likely. He’s got a basketball game, so that’ll be fun.”

“How’s his little girlfriend doing?” Janette asks.

“She’s good, took ‘em ice skating last weekend. You should have seen it, they were pretty cute.”

“I can’t believe kids so young are dating.” Mateo says.

“It’s not real dating.” Harry says. “If it lasts longer than a couple of months I’ll be shocked. Kids like to act so grown up, you know?”

“It’s true, my daughter had a ‘boyfriend’ in seventh grade for, like, a week. I flipped out over nothing.” She laughs. “Eighth grade is when it gets serious, though, just a heads up.”

“That’s when they’re really teenagers.” Lisa says. “Will Andy be fourteen when he goes into eighth?”

“Yup.” Harry nods. “I’m dreading the true teen years. He’s already starting to get snippy about things, I’m trying just to live in the moment and enjoy him while he’s still sweet.”

“Does he ever get snippy with you, Y/N?” Andre asks.

“Her?!” Harry says before you have a chance to answer. “These two are in cahoots. He always listens to her.”

“That’s only because he sees me more as a friend. I don’t think he really sees me as a symbol of authority…” You say. “I’m sure if I really told him what to do he’d give me some bull about not being his mom or something.” You sip your drink.

“Think he’d only do that if he was really having an episode, don’t worry.” Harry gives your thigh a squeeze.

“And he does get snippy with me, but I try to bring things down to his level, and we usually come to some sort of compromise. He’s easy enough to read.”

“Just wait until he’s a hormonal teenager.” Sandra says. “He’ll be less easy to figure out.” She laughs.

“My kids are at that stage where they’re telling me things they used to get away with.” Lisa chimes in with a chuckle. “It’s best to do it over wine, but it’s pretty funny.”

Lisa tells a few funny stories about her kids to the table, and his has everyone roaring. Overall it was a good night. You had some cupcakes made, and everyone sings happy birthday to Harry. He blows out the candles and kisses your cheek before taking a cupcake. You both thank everyone for coming, and he can’t stop looking at you in the car on the ride home.

“Why are you staring, hm?” You side eye him.

“I just think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and I feel really lucky that by some chance our paths crossed.”

“Oh.” You swallow. “I wasn’t expecting such an articulate answer.” He hums his response and takes one of your hands in his and kisses your knuckles.

“Thank you for putting all that together, it was nice to be out with friends tonight.”

“My pleasure, baby.”

“So…what do you have planned for when we get back?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, well, sometimes you like to get freaky with me.” He smirks.

“I keep all my freaky shit at home, you know that. The last thing Andy needs to find is a pair of handcuffs or my special candle.”

“Special candle?”

“You haven’t her yet.” You grin. “I was thinking Valentine’s Day could be at my place for that reason.”

“What, what makes it special?”

“It’s for dripping wax on people. It feels really good, you have no idea. Well, you will, I mean, if you want to.”

“What are you gonna do when you move in?”

“I’ll have to fucking lock the drawer, won’t I?” You both laugh at that. “I don’t really have anything special planned for tonight, just though you could do whatever you felt like.”

“You realize that means I’ll just be taking my time then.”

“Yes, and I’m willing to suffer to please you.” You pull into the garage and lean towards him so your lips ghost over his. “Just wanna be your good girl.”

You pull away before he can kiss you, and you giggle as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He chases you into the house, and into his bedroom before he catches you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and picking you up.

“Don’t make fun of me for saying that, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“Mm, a very heated moment.” You smile up at him. “I’m not making fun, I liked it.”

��Oh.” He clears his throat and lets you go. “Alright then.”

“Unzip me?”

His fingers skim the zipper and drag it down your back. You had a black lace bra on with your tights. The dress drops to the floor and he squints at your ass. You look over your shoulder and smirk.

“What?”

“These are really opaque, can’t even see what panties you got on.”

“Oh, well, that’s because I’m not wearing any.” You wiggle your bum at him. “Consider it one of your gifts to unwrap.”

“You need to stop spoiling me.” He says as he unclasps your bra.

“You deserve to be spoiled, Harry.”

He tugs you to his chest and kisses on your shoulder, your neck, and then your other shoulder. He sinks his teeth into your right shoulder and your head rolls back. One of his hands drifts up to your left breast, and his other hand cups your center.

“H-Harry.” You breathe. “Just take them off.”

He hums as he sponges kisses up your neck and he now uses both of his hands to grope and knead your breasts.

“Get on the bed for me.”

“Back or stomach?”

“Your back, please?”

You nod and get on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him get undressed. Once he was only left in his boxers, he joins you. He hooks his fingers into your tights, and drags them down your legs. You lift your hips up to help him, and he tosses them somewhere once they’re all the way off. He leans forward to kiss your lips, three quick smooches, and then he opens your legs. He licks his lips and gets comfortable on his stomach in front of you, then he licks a flat stripe up your center to your clit. He does this a few times.

“M’surprised you didn’t want me on my knees for you.” You say with a shaky breath.

“Monday’s my actual birthday, save that thought for then, would you?”

You giggle and nod as he continues to lick and suck at your folds.

“Consider it filed away, sir.” You salute him and he smirks at you.

“I love you so fucking much.” He chuckles against you.

“I love you-ah!”

Harry fucks into you with his tongue while his thumb rubs at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and you tug harshly. He groans into you as he continues to lick and suck on your center. Before you know it, you’re being flipped over. Harry pulls your ass back by the hips, so you know to prop yourself up on your elbows and knees. Two of his fingers slide into you from behind while his mouth goes right for your other hole.

“Harry.” You moan out, egging him on more.

He pumps in and out of you, the tips of his fingers brushing your g-spot. You had to be dripping for him, you could feel it on your inner thighs. His teeth nip at one of your cheeks, and he feels you squeeze around his fingers.

“Getting close, baby?” He smirks.

“Y-Yeah, please don’t stop.” You pant.

His other hand comes around to rub your clit, and the combination of things working you had you tipping you over the edge. You clutch at the blankets on the bed while you cry out for him. He kisses on your back while he slowly retracts his fingers.

“Shit.” You breathe as you get up to grab a condom. “Get on your back.”

Harry grins and does as you say. You rip the foil packet open and roll it down his length before swinging your leg over him. You line yourself up and sink down, making you both moan. His hands run up your stomach to your breasts, and he kneads them while you adjust to his size. You start moving your hips around, not exactly in circles, but around. In that song WAP, Megan Thee Stallion says she spells her name while she rides it, and you had heard the song for the first time in a while the other day while working, so it gave you the idea to try it for yourself. Harry could see the concentration on your face.

“What are you doing?” He chuckles. “Feels good, but what are-“

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m spelling my name.”

“You know I do the same thing when I eat you out…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it helps me concentrate.”

“Well, aren’t we just two peas in a pod.” You chuckle and run your hands up and down his chest. You plant them flat on his pecs and take a breath.

You raise yourself almost completely off of him before slamming back down. He grunts and grips your hips, but he knows to just let you continue on your own. You keep doing this to build a rhythm until you’re essentially bouncing up and down on him.

“Can I move?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, baby, move with me.”

He yanks you down to him so you’re chest to chest, and then his hands slide to your ass to get a really good grip while his essentially moves you on and off his hard cock. You sponge kisses on his neck and collar bone while you move along with him. Your clit was rubbing against him in the perfect way, not to mention the angle of his dick inside you was perfectly hitting your g-spot. You were moaning right into his ear, and it was driving him nuts. He loved knowing how good he could make you feel.

“Y/N.” He groans. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Soo good, Harry, so fucking good.” Your nails claw at his shoulders. “You’re the, oh my god, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Harry spills into the condom, but tries to keep you moving so you can get yours. You really caught him by surprise.

You squeeze around him and come undone, moaning out, and moving your lips over his. He sucks your bottom lip and it makes your eyes roll back. He slowly lifts you off his now sensitive prick. He discards the condom and lays next to you with a big smile on his face.

“What?” You coo as you push his hair back off his forehead.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“You’re the best I’ve ever had too.” He rubs your side up and down soothingly.

“You’re just saying that because I said it.” You mutter.

“No, Y/N, I really mean it. I’ve never wanted someone all the time like this. I mean, usually I’m pretty physically affectionate in my relationships, but…” He moves some of the matted hair away from your face. “I can’t explain it, I feel like we really have this connection, you know?”

“Yeah, like we just…fit.”

“Exactly.” He sighs and leans in to peck your lips.

Once you both get cleaned up and settled into bed, you work up the courage to ask Harry something that’s been on your mind.

“Baby?” You say.

“Mm?” He was wrapped around you already, face nestled into your hair.

“Do you think once spring rolls around, we could do another weekend in Boston? My friends are dying to meet you.”

“Oh, you mean Janette isn’t your only friend?” He teases and he scoff at him. “I’d love to do that. Suppose that’s one of the perks of Andy going to his mum’s every other weekend. We can just plan it for one of those.”

“I’d like to take him into town some time. We could take the bus down for the day and take him to the aquarium or something.”

“He’d love that, honestly. Oh! We could bring Brandon along, really make a day of it. I feel like they haven’t been hanging out as much because of Caroline…he needs to know that there’s a balance with friends and significant others.”

“Maybe he’s clingy just like his daddy.” You chuckle, and Harry pinches your hip.

“You know the more you say that the more I’m gonna start thinking you wanna call me that for real.”

“I don’t, I just think it’s funny to joke about. My best friend Nora and I joke about daddy all the time.”

“Oh really?” Harry chuckles into your hair.

“Mhm, we came up with a list of celebrities and made this fake awards show called the daddy awards when we were younger. We were texting at like one in the morning, and I was trying so hard not to laugh because I didn’t wanna wake up my roommate.”

“Tell me more about your friends, I wanna know everything.”

“Right now?”

“Mhm, I’m all ears.”

“Okay, well, there’s Nora, Mark, Claudia, and Darcy…”

You decide to stay back at the house when Harry goes to pick up Andy from Paige’s. You didn’t know if he’d need to go inside to do presents with Rachel and Noah, and you weren’t really in the mood to see Lydia again since you told her off.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Harry!” Rachel beams at him as he enters the home.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She hands him a card.

“Rach, give him a second to come through the door.” Noah chuckles. “Happy birthday.” He shakes Harry’s hand.

“Thanks, mate.”

Andy comes down the stairs with all of his things, and Paige comes out with some other gifts.

“I’ll just put those in the car, and open them tomorrow if that’s alright…” Harry says.

“Of course. It’s mostly some new sk-“

“Mum, no!” Rachel yells. “It needs to be a surprise.” She pouts.

“Okay, okay.” Paige chuckles.

Lydia comes into the living room with her arms crossed.

“Bye everyone.” Andy says as he goes through the rounds of hugs. “Love you, Gram.”

“I love you too, precious.” She kisses his forehead and smiles. “So, where’s your girlfriend, Harry?”

“She stayed back to get dinner started.” He says as he grabs the gifts from Paige. “I’ll tell her you asked for her, though, Lydia, that’s so nice of you.” Harry smiles at her, and then looks at Andy. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

They both head out and get in the car quickly. Harry rolls his eyes to himself, and then takes a deep breath before driving off.

“How was your weekend?” He asks Andy.

“Good.” He shrugs. “Gram took me out for lunch yesterday.”

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re getting to spend so much time with her.”

“You are?”

“Yeah…I mean, just because she and I don’t exactly get along doesn’t mean that I don’t want you spending time with her. I think it’s important to do things with your grandparents if you’re able.”

“She took me and Rachel with her. We went to Friendly’s, it was actually pretty fun.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“How was your weekend?”

“Really good, Y/N got the department to take me out to dinner last night. It was nice hanging out with friends.”

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I sort of have a…problem…”

“With what?”

“Um, well, I guess there’s a Valentine’s Day dance in a couple of weeks and I don’t know what to do.”

“They have dances for you so young?”

“I guess it’s a sixth through eighth grade thing. Last year they just had that craft party for us, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I came in to help for that I think. So what’s your problem?”

“I have nothing to wear! I don’t wanna wear my suit, it’s too formal.”

“Okay, so I’ll take you shopping.” Harry shrugs. “Are you gonna ask Caroline to be your valentine and all that?”

“Do I have to? She’s already my girlfriend.”

“You definitely need to because she’s your girlfriend. You need to ask her to the dance too.”

“I wanna go with my friends too…”

“You can! Tell you what, invite everyone over to take pictures at our place.”

“Really?”

“Sure, I used to love doing that with my friends.”

“What if I’m the only one with an actual date, won’t that be weird?”

“Not unless you make it weird. It should be fine.”

“When can we go shopping?”

“Let’s go next weekend, dance isn’t for two weeks right?”

“Yeah, it’s on a Friday. I told Mum already…Brandon said he might have a sleepover that night.”

“That sounds like a great weekend then.”

Harry gets Andy home to you, and they both take a big whiff of what you’re making.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells really good, Y/N.” Andy says.

“Thanks! I made butternut squash soup.” You smile. “It’s so col out today, and I figured it would be good leftovers for later in the week too.”

“I see my cook once eat twice policy is starting to rub off on you.” Harry kisses your cheek. “Only took you eight months, but I’ll let it slide.”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes. “Go wash up.”

The three of you eat dinner, and Andy tells you about how he’ll need to go shopping for the dance. He goes to his room after dinner to work on a card for Caroline.

The next morning, you grin when you hear Harry’s alarm go off. Usually he would get up to do yoga in the loft so you could sleep, but this morning you immediately roll over on top of him. He chuckles slightly as you start kissing on him.

“What are you doing?” He whispers.

“Happy birthday.” You whisper back.

You stay under the covers as you work your way down his body. You may not like Harry’s head between your legs first thing in the morning, but he had absolutely no problem with it. He moves the blanket so he could see your head. He knew you’d be too cold if he took it away completely.

You lick over his tip and around his shaft before sinking down on him. He expects you to move, but when he looks down at you, you’re looking up at him, waiting.

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm.”

“God, I love you.”

He gently grips your jaw in both of his hands and starts fucking your mouth. He grunts and groans, especially when you choke around him in the beginning. You widen your throat as much as you can as you relax around him. It wasn’t something you did often, but you knew he’d really appreciate it this morning. Your nails dig into his thighs, and your eyes flutter closed as you concentrate on breathing through your nose.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “So good, so fucking good.”

You knew he was trying to be quiet in case Andy happened to get up early and was roaming around the house. You would typically keep morning sex in the bathroom if Andy was home just out of respect. But it was Harry’s birthday, after all.

“I’m close, Y/N, just hold on.” He pants, and you appreciate his courtesy. He knew your jaw had to be getting tired, and your throat had to be getting sore. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grits his teeth and bites into his bottom lip harshly to keep quiet as he shoots his load down your throat.

Your eyes are watery, and you’re about ready to start gagging, but he lifts your mouth off him, and you can breathe properly again. You swallow everything and smile at him.

“What a way to wake up, I feel dizzy.” He chuckles and brings you down to him, holding you close. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” It comes out raspy, and for once he doesn’t tease you. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss on him for a bit before letting him get up.

“Do you wanna do some yoga with me?”

“No, I think I’ll take my shower while you do that.”

“Alright, love.” He kisses you and you both get up to start your day.

You get Andy up and get breakfast going while Harry gets in the shower. You even get the pasta boiled and set in the glass pan with the sauce for tonight’s baked ziti.

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Andy exclaims.

“Thanks, buddy.” Harry looks around the kitchen in awe. “You…got everything together already?”

“Yeah.” You shrug and hand him a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.

“Thank you.” He gives you a soft smile. “And thanks for getting this one up.” He nods towards Andy.

“She’s nice than you, she doesn’t take my blanket away.” Andy sticks his tongue out at Harry, and Harry sticks his tongue back at him.

“Alright, boys.” You say and sit down. “I would prefer to not gag while eating my oatmeal, thank you.”

“He started it.” Andy says.

“Well, I’m finishing it, how’s that grab ya?” You say, and Harry bursts out laughing. You look behind you to see him wheezing.

“I’m sorry, it was the accent that sent me!” He can barely catch his breath, and it makes Andy laugh too.

“Kay, bruv.” You say and stand up. “I’m going to work.”

“No, come on, don’t be like that. We can carpool.” He says, wiping his eyes.

“What does that even mean? ‘How’s that grab ya’?” Andy says.

“I don’t know, it’s just something my dad used to say to shut us up.” You shrug. “Seriously, can we get going?”

“Yeah.” Harry says. “You ready?” He says to Andy.

“Mhm.”

Harry drives everyone, and Andy hops out of the car to head into school.

“Okay, now that he’s gone, can you not do that again?”

“Do what?”

“Laugh at me when I’m being authoritative. How’s he supposed to take me seriously if you don’t?”

“You have to admit the way you said and phrased that was funny? And it’s not like he and I were having a legitimate argument. We were just palling around, you know?”

“Well, either way, can you not do that again? I felt a little…disrespected, Harry.”

“Oh.” He moves his hand to your thigh to give you a squeeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m still getting used to all this, babe.”

“What?”

“Raising him with someone that’s right there. I mean, you helped with so much this morning, and it was such a relief. I hope you know how much I appreciate you.”

“You really see me as helping to raise him?”

“Well…yeah…I wouldn’t let just anyone tell him what to do. I trust your judgement with him, especially after how amazing you did alone with him for so long.”

“Oh…okay then.” You your hand over his and give it a little rub. “I mean, I know I’m not his mom or anything, but-“

“But at some point I’d like you to be his step-mom, so you’re valid here. I’ll try not to lose it like that again, okay?”

“Okay.” Your cheeks were red now. “Um, I suppose my tone was a little funny.”

“Just a little.” He smirks and takes your hand to kiss it. “I love how much you care about Andy, and I know it’s probably hard to tell your place in all of it sometimes.”

“Yeah, sometimes. It’s only been eight months between us, and I haven’t been a parent for almost twelve years like you have. I feel underqualified, if that makes sense.”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head. “You’re more than qualified, more so than anyone else I’ve tried to bring into his life, trust me.” He parks his car in the faculty lot and looks at you. “If I didn’t think you could handle him, the whole situation, I wouldn’t have dragged you into it, Y/N, no matter how much I liked you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did. Drag me along all you want.” You lean in enough that your noses touch and you peck his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”

“Me neither.”

Andy was waiting by his locker for Caroline. She would usually meet up with him at his so they could walk to homeroom together. He smiles when he sees her walking towards him.

“Morning, Andy.” She says, hugging him.

“Morning.” He smiles. “I, uh, have something for you…” He reaches into his backpack for the card he made her.

“You do?”

“Mhm, here.” It was pink and red and had glitter on it. Her eyes widen as she opens it. “I know it’s early to ask, but I just wanted to make sure you knew I wanted to go to the dance with you and all that.”

“Oh, Andy.” She smiles. “Of course I’ll be your valentine, and I’d love to go to the dance with you!” She throws her arms around him again and kisses his cheek. “This is so sweet, thank you.”

“Um, great! My dad said everyone could come to our house for pictures and stuff.”

“Do you think Tyler and Brandon will have dates?” She asks as they head to homeroom.

“I have no…oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

“Brandon’s talking with Molly at her locker.” He rolls his eyes. “Look at them! Jesus.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They were boyfriend and girlfriend at the beginning of the school year, but it didn’t work out. I hope he’s not getting back together with.”

“Why?”

“She was annoying, Caroline, you have no idea.”

They both sit in their seats. Andy lets Tyler know about the dance plans before Brandon sits down.

“Hey.” Brandon says with a smirk on his face. “Guess who has a date to the dance?”

“You are back with Molly.” Andy says with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I’m giving it another go with her.” He shrugs. “Can’t really remember why we broke up in the first place.” It was a blatant lie, but Brandon wasn’t going to get into it with Andy right now.

“Good for you.” Andy mumbles. “My dad said everyone can come over for pictures before the dance…so I guess she can come too.”

“Thanks.” He smiles. “Still wanna sleep over after?”

“Yeah.”

“Tyler, you know Molly’s friend Alexis, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You could go with her if you want since Andy’s going with Caroline.”

“Sure! Sounds good to me.” Tyler shrugs.

Andy side eyes Brandon.

“What? You are going with your girlfriend to the dance, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I asked her this morning. Don’t you think it’ll be awkward for Alexis to come to my house?”

“Please, all of that’s in the past. It’ll be fine, Andy, chill out.”

“You chill out.”

“I’m plenty chill. Cooler than a cucumber, actually.” Brandon sits back in his seat and crosses his arms behind his head.

“Good for you.” Andy mumbles and faces forward. Caroline turns around slightly to smile at him and he smiles back.

Harry’s birthday was good all around. He enjoyed all of the gifts he got from his family and friends. You got him a gift certificate to his favorite nail salon so he could get a spa manicure and pedicure at some point, and Andy got him a new face mask kit. He was extremely grateful. He loved having you there to sing happy birthday with Andy. He didn’t need to make much of a wish when he blew out his candles, he was already getting exactly what he wanted.

“No, Dad, that’s so ugly!” Andy was nearly in tears while he and Harry were shopping. You had gone home to get some work done, so you couldn’t be there, but Harry wished you were, he was beside himself.

“Since when do you not agree with my taste in clothes?!” Harry really didn’t want to be arguing with his son at a fucking Old Navy on a Saturday afternoon, but there they were. “You said you didn’t want to go to Macy’s because their clothes are too fancy, so you need to find something here.”

“Just let me go around the store myself!”

“Fine! Come get me when you’re ready to try things on.”

“I don’t need you for that either!”

“Yes you do! You’ll need a second opinion, and I have to do that thing where you tug at the pants to make sure you have room to grow in them.”

“No, I hate that.” He whines. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Every parent does it! I’m gonna go sit outside the dressing rooms. Go find some clothes.” Harry huffs and storms away from his son. He sits down rubs at his temples.

Harry: really wish you were shopping with us

You: why? What’s wrong?

Harry: he’s being a little brat! Suddenly the clothes I think would like nice on him are ugly

You: well of course they are, don’t you know how this works?

Harry: apparently not!

You: just let him pick out his clothes on his own

Harry: I am…

You: okay so it’ll sort itself out…I can try to come over later, maybe he can do a fashion show for me

Harry: no it’s okay, I know you have work to do

You: maybe tomorrow then…just try to get through it, you’ll laugh about it someday

Harry: someday can’t come soon enough

“See, these are the dress shirts I like.” Andy says as he comes up to Harry. “And no one wears nice slacks to school dances, they wear khakis…it’s just a valentine’s dance.”

“Go try it on, now.” Andy rolls his eyes and goes into the changing room. “And you better come out to show me or I’m not buying you a single thing.”

“Okay!” Andy slams the door shut and takes a deep breath.

He comes out to show Harry himself in a pair of khakis and a nice blue button up with the sleeves rolled up.

“Do you need a tie or anything?” Harry asks as he tugs on various parts of the clothes to make sure they fit properly. “How do these pants fit, can you move alright? Gotta make sure you can dance comfortably.” He tugs at the waist and Andy swats his hand away.

“Stop! They fit fine, Dad. Does someone do that to you when you try on clothes?!”

“I do it for myself, actually. I’m also done growing, as opposed to you. These could easily not fit in a month with the way you’re growing.”

“Well, they fit now, so-“

“You know what? Let’s get Mum’s opinion on this, come on.”

“What are you doing?!” Harry pushes Andy into the dressing room with him.

“I’m not gonna make a scene in front of some strangers, hold on.” He swipes his phone to FaceTime Paige, and has a growing smirk on his face.

“Dad, please!”

“Hold on, she should have a say in this.”

“Harry, why in the hell are you FaceTiming me?” She chuckles.

“Because our son is having a fashion dilemma, hold on.” He flips the camera on a very aggravated Andy. “What do you think of this for the valentine’s dance?”

“Oh! You look so handsome, honey! Do you need a tie?”

“No!” He pouts and crosses his arms.

“Turn around so I can see the back of the pants. Harry, did you tug on them?”

“I did. Go on, turn around so Mum can see the whole thing.”

Andy groans, but does as he’s told.

“Well, I think it would be great for the dance. I like the sleeves pushed up like that too, very cute.”

“Okay, we all agree on the outfit, can I have some privacy to change now?”

“Sure.” Harry says and leaves the dressing room. “Thanks, he’s driving me bananas.”

“Well, anytime you wanna embarrass him, I’m more than happy to help.” She laughs. “I’m good to come by Friday during the picture taking?”

“Of course. It’s his first real dance, after all.”

“You know,” Andy says, coming out of the dressing room. “you look like a real boomer walking around FaceTiming in public without any headphones in.” He smirks. “It’s rude.”

“He’s right, Har.”

“Shit, wouldn’t wanna look like a boomer now would I? Better go, Mum.”

“Talk to you later, Dad.”

Harry shoves his phone in his pocket and takes the clothes Andy wants up to the register.

“You have shoes, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, anything else you need?”

“No, I wanna go home now.”

“Andy…”

“That’ll be $45.20.” The young cashier says.

“You know what, I have a coupon on my phone, one second.” Harry gets his phone out again and shows the girl so she can scan it.

“Alright, your new total is $33.40.” She smiles.

“Excellent!” Harry inserts his card into the chip reader.

“It’s so nice of you to take your little brother shopping.”

“Oh, um, he’s not my…this is my son.”

“No way, you don’t look old enough to be a dad.” She flirts.

“That’s, uh, very nice of you to say.” Harry clears his throat and takes his card back. “You can just throw the receipt in the bag.”

“Sure thing.” She hands him the bag. “Have a nice day.”

“Dad, no offense, but you look way too old to be my older brother.” Andy laughs. “That girl must’ve been desperate for your number.”

“That girl was way too young to be flirting with me.” He shakes his head.

“Dad, I’m sorry if I was acting bratty in the store. I don’t know why I get like this…”

“You’re hormonal, and you’re at an age where everything I do is embarrassing.” Harry turns around to look at Andy. “It’s okay, we’re okay.” He smiles. “You’re gonna look really handsome in your new clothes.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Mum, please!” Andy swats her hands away because she wouldn’t stop pinching his cheeks.

“I can’t help it, you just look so handsome! My little baby, going to his first dance.”

“Better to let her act like this now before all your friends get here.” Harry says.

“Remind me again, what time am I picking you up from Brandon’s tomorrow?” Paige asks.

“Um, like ten probably.” He shrugs.

“Okay, Andy stand with Mum so I can take your picture.”

Andy rolls his eyes, but he poses with Paige nonetheless.

“I can take one of the three of you if you like.” You say.

“Oh, that’d be great, Y/N!” Paige says. “I’m so sad Noah couldn’t be here. Rachel’s school does a father-daughter dance for Valentine’s Day. She looked so precious in her dress.”

The three of them pose together.

“Can I have one with you two?” Andy says to you and Harry.

“Here, I’ll take it.” Paige takes your phone and snaps the photo. “Andy take one of just you and Dad and then one of you and Y/N.”

The doorbell rings, and Andy feels a flood of relief when he sees that it’s Brandon.

“Thank god, my parents are being super embarrassing.” Andy says to him.

“Mine are too. I had to take a picture with my mom.” Brandon groans.

“Me too!” Andy takes a step back to look at Brandon. “You, uh, you look nice.”

“Thanks, so do you.” They were both blushing, but the doorbell rings again, so it pulls their attention from each other.

It was Caroline, and Andy’s heart stopped. Her hair was half up, and it looked pretty with waves. She was wearing a simple blue dress. She and Andy hadn’t even talked about coordinating, they just did by accident.

“Great minds think alike, huh.” She blushes as she walks up to him.

“You…you look so pretty, Caroline.”

“Thank you.”

Brandon’s eyes were about ready to roll out of his head. Eventually Tyler, Alexis, and Molly all show up. All of the parents gather around to take a ton of pictures of everyone. Andy and Tyler get a photo just the two of them, as do all of the respective dates.

Paige takes Andy, Caroline, and Tyler in her car, and the others go with Brandon’s dad.

“They all looked so cute.” You say with a sigh.

“I know.” Harry pulls you down onto the couch with him. “I just hope they all have a good time.”

The dance was…awkward to say the least. Each grade pretty much took a section of the cafeteria and stood around. No one was dancing to the music, and anyone that started to just looked awkward. There were teachers everywhere chaperoning.

“I thought dances were supposed to have punch bowls and snacks. All they have over there are bottles of water that you need money for.” Tyler says. “Did anyone’s parents give them any money?” Everyone shakes their heads no.

“I don’t get why no one’s dancing…” Molly says as she looks over at the eighth graders. “Even the older kids are just standing around.”

“Maybe if they played better music.” Andy says.

“It’s the beginning of the night, they have to get all of the lame songs out of the way.” Caroline says. “It’ll get better.”

And it did. About an hour in the music picked up, and the lights got dimmer, so everything was less embarrassing. Everyone was having fun dancing in a group. Towards the end of the night, just like at any dance, Stairway to Heaven starts to play, and everyone pairs up.

Caroline puts her hands on Andy’s shoulders, and he hesitates at first.

“You can put your hands on my waist if you want.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods and does so gently. There was plenty of space between them as they swayed back and forth. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m really glad Molly and Alexis came too. They invited me to their sleepover.”

“That’s great!” Andy glances over at Molly and Brandon and sees that they’re dancing much closer. “Um, do you wanna, like, put your head on my shoulder?”

“Okay.”

They dance closer like a lot of other people. Andy and Brandon make eye contact, and it’s a little intense. Andy watches as Molly kisses his cheek, and then…he sees Brandon kiss her quickly on the mouth.

“Jerk.” Andy scoffs.

“Huh?” Caroline looks up at him.

“Oh, nothing.” He smiles at her.

She keeps looking up at him, almost like she was waiting for something.

“You can kiss me, if you want to.” Andy leans in and kisses Caroline on the cheek and then smiles nervously at her. “That was nice.” She giggles. “But I was sort of hoping, um…”

“I just don’t wanna do it in such a public place, it’s not special.”

“Oh.” She blushes. “That’s actually really sweet.” She hugs him close as they keep dancing.

Once the song is over, everyone goes outside to wait for their parents. Andy gets into Harry’s car. You were sitting in the passenger seat.

“Well, how was it?” Harry asks.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?” Harry questions him.

“Um, Andy, Dad and I started this puzzle tonight, it’s one-thousand pieces! It’s gonna be a tough one, but when we’re done it’s gonna be this really pretty lake scene.”

“You guys had the night off from me and all you did was work on a puzzle?”

“What would you have liked us to do instead?” You chuckle.

“Don’t knock a puzzle, it was actually really romantic. We listened to music, had some wine. It was a perfect Valentine’s Day.” You also got a couple of quickies in, but obviously Andy didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, well, good for you guys.”

It was clear Andy wasn’t up to talking about his evening, so you and Harry didn’t press him. Once you were all inside, Andy tugs you into his room with him when he sees Harry step into the bathroom.

“We don’t have much time.” He whispers as he gets his things together to bring to Brandon’s.

“For what?” You whisper back.

“To talk about the dance.”

“Okay…what happened?”

“Caroline said I could kiss her so I kissed her cheek, but she really wanted me to kiss her and I told her I didn’t want to in front of everyone and she told me that was really sweet.”

“Well, it was really sweet.”

“I wanted to kiss her, but I saw Brandon and Molly kiss, and I wanted hit him.”

“You wanted to hit Brandon?!”

“Shh!” He puts his finger up to his lips. “Yeah, he’s been such a jerk since he got back with Molly. We were looking at each other and he looked at me while he kissed her.”

“Is it just you sleeping over tonight?”

“No, Tyler’s gonna be there too.” Andy rolls his sleeping back up. “I-“ Andy’s eyes widen when he sees Harry in the doorway. You turn around to look at Harry.

“Um…everything alright in here?”

“Yeah, Dad, uh…Y/N was just helping me roll my sleeping bag. She’s gotten pretty good at it since you showed her how. Let’s go, bye, Y/N.”

Andy brushes by you and Harry.

“Is he alright?” Harry whispers.

“I can’t tell…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let me take him alone to Brandon’s, maybe he’ll talk one on one.”

“Wait…let me take him. He was opening up to me.”

“Will you please let me know what’s going on afterwards?”

“Yes.” You rush out and grab the keys. “Andy, I’m gonna bring you to Brandon’s.”

“Okay.”

Once you’re both in the car, Andy speaks up again.

“Y/N I like Caroline a lot, but…” He starts tearing up. “I feel really guilty.”

“About what, honey?” You hadn’t really called him that before, but you felt like he needed it.

“Because…I think I wanna kiss Brandon.”

“Oh, Andy.”

“But I also wanna kiss Caroline! But I don’t know if I want her to be my first kiss, you know?”

You pull up to Brandon’s house and turn around to look at Andy.

“Promise me something, Andy.”

“What?”

“Don’t rush into anything. I know it feels like everyone’s doing things, but just because your friends are kissing doesn’t mean that you need to. Don’t let anyone pressure you. If Caroline really likes you, she’ll understand if you want to wait. Also, if you like someone else, you shouldn’t string her along.”

“But I really like her! I just…I like Brandon too.”

“Are you sure you want to go in there tonight? I can take you home if this is all too much.”

“No, I wanna go inside. I’ll be fine. I’m just freaking out for no reason.”

“Andy…”

“Thanks for driving me, see you soon.”

Andy gets out of the car and heads into Brandon’s house. You explain things best you can to Harry when you get back.

“This ski trip can’t come soon enough, he needs some time away from everyone.” Harry says. “Poor kid.”

“Andy, how come you didn’t kiss Caroline?” Tyler asks him as they were all hanging out in Brandon’s room.

“I did.”

“You only kissed her on the cheek.” Brandon says.

“Why was everyone watching?!” Andy groans. “I just think something like that should happen in private.” He shrugs. “I’m really tired, can we go to sleep now?”

It was nearly midnight. The other boys agree. Brandon gets settled into his bed, and the other boys get into their sleeping bags.

“Andy, you can come on the bed with me, there’s plenty of room.”

“But then Tyler would be left out, it’s fine.”

“But you always-“

“I’m more comfortable on the floor, B.”

“I’ll take the bed.” Tyler says and comes up onto the bed with Brandon.

There was tension in the air. Andy couldn’t wait for February break.

Andy made it through another week of school. Caroline hadn’t pressed him about kissing, which he was thankful for.

“So…you’re doing the big family trip thing again, huh?” Brandon asks on Friday at their lockers.

“Yup, but Y/N’s coming this time, so that’ll be fun. It’s gonna be her first time skiing since she was our age or something. My dad’s gonna take a lesson with her.”

“That’s nice of him.”

“Mhm.”

“When do you get back?”

“Next Friday…we’re going early tomorrow morning.”

“Maybe we can hang out when you get back.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You know you can call me or whatever if Rachel or Noah get on your nerves.”

“They’ve been on my nerves less lately, actually, but thanks.” This would normally be the part where they hug, but Caroline comes over to them.

“Andy, wanna walk me outside so we can say goodbye?”

“Yeah.” He smiles at her and takes her hand. “Have a good break, B.”

You were making Andy feel better already. You had put a mix of early 2000’s hits on, and you were singing really obnoxiously. Harry hated this kind of music, but you knew it would make Andy laugh, so Harry sucked it up for his sake.

“Okay, I’m gonna turn it down for a bit, we might scare the neighbors.” Harry says. “We’re just about there.”

The three of you get into the cabin, and Andy races to go claim his bunk before Rachel gets there. Harry shows you to which room would be yours.

“See, we even have our bathroom, babe. Total privacy.”

“Harry, once again, I’m not boning you while we’re under the same roof as-“

“Hello! We’re here!”

“Them.” You say.

“You say that now, but you’ll be wanting me after you see me on the slopes.” He pinches your butt before leaving the room to go greet everyone. “Hey, everyone!”

“Y/N, would you like to come grocery shopping with me?” Paige asks. “Gotta stock up on all the good stuff for the kids.”

“Oh, um, sure, I could tag along.”

“Great.” She smiles. “Better to get it all done now, and then we can just relax the rest of the day.” She kisses Noah’s cheek. “Be back soon!”

“Uncle Harry, I brought all new colors to paint our nails with this year. Wanna do it tonight?”

“Sure, I think that’s a great idea.” He smiles at her. “You better go see what bunk Andy left you with.”

“Oh shoot, you’re right!”

“So…how’s fifth grade treating her?” Harry asks Noah.

“Pretty good, actually. She loves her friends, although she’s closer with some of the kids at her Hebrew school. She can relate to them a little better.”

“Where are Mum and Y/N?” Andy asks as he comes out to the living room with Rachel.

“They went grocery shopping.” Harry says.

“Together?!” Andy was nervous you might fill his mother in on everything, but you wouldn’t do that.

“Yeah, they’re gonna get all your favorites.” Noah says.

That night Harry sits at the table with Rachel so they can do each other’s nails. You end up on the couch with Noah and Paige to watch some TV. Andy comes over, and almost automatically lays his head in your lap with a pillow, and you mindlessly start playing with his hair. He puts his feet up on Paige’s lap. It was a bit odd for Paige since Andy rarely let her play with his hair anymore, but the closeness was nice nonetheless.

“Are you excited to ski tomorrow?” Harry asks as you get ready for bed later.

“A little…I’m more nervous than anything.”

“No need to be nervous, baby. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And you’re okay wasting an entire day just to take a lesson and hang on the bunny trail with me?”

“It won’t be a waste! Noah’s gonna be at the bunny trail with Rachel too. Paige is gonna go on the longer runs with Andy. It’ll all work out great.” He gives you a smooch before wrapping himself around you.

“Have I told you enough times how cute you look in your gear?” Harry asks as you wait outside in the beginner skier area.

“Once or twice.” You giggle. “Thank you.”

“I hope you have fun, babe. If not, you can go to the pool the rest of the week and I won’t even complain.”

“Seems fair enough to me.”

“Good morning everyone!” A young man starts. “I’m Trevor, I’ll be your instructor this morning.”

Trevor goes over the basics, getting the skis on and off, walking around with one on at a time, turning with one on a time. You were working up quite the sweat. Eventually, Trevor takes everyone over to the bunny hill, and he explains how to step onto the belt so you don’t fall backwards.

“Great work today everybody, have fun!”

“Okay, are you ready to try going down?” Harry says to you. “I’ll be right beside you the whole way.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

You start squatting as you push off, but Harry grabs you.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Go that low. Stand up straight, or you’ll go way too fast and you’ll have trouble stopping.”

“Maybe you should have given the lesson.”

“He’s just some college kid making a quick buck, he did his best.”

You take a deep breath and push off with Harry. He stays beside you and you’re glad you listened to him because you still whipped down the hill even while standing up straight.

“That was great! How do you feel?”

“Um…definitely won’t be going on the chairlift anytime soon.” You chuckle. “Perhaps I’ll be hanging with Rachel this week.”

“No worries. You’ll get the hang of it. I’m really proud of you for trying. Ready to give it another go?”

“Yeah, let’s go again.”

Your legs were extremely sore by the end of the day. Paige and Noah volunteered to cook while you sat in front of the fire with Harry. The kids were playing a board game, and Harry was rubbing your shins. You didn’t even have to ask.

“Dad, can we go to the pool after dinner?”

“Sure, we could go for a bit.” Harry nods. “Feel like swimming?” He asks you.

“No, I’ll stay here and read I think. I’m a little tired. Maybe tomorrow though.”

“I’ll go with you, H. Wouldn’t mind some time in that hot tub.” Noah says.

So then after dinner, it was just you and Paige hanging out. You wanted to go to your room and just veg out alone, but you also didn’t want to be rude.

“I’m really glad you were able to come this year.” Paige says to you. “It’s really nice seeing you and Harry together.”

“Oh, um, thanks. I was happy to be invited. My classes are doing some online work this week. I bet a lot of them went out skiing to the mountains closer by.”

“So, was today your first day of skiing ever?”

“I tried it when I was younger, but haven’t since. It was fun, but I’m definitely tired. Did you have a nice day with Andy?”

“I did! It was nice for us to go on the lifts together and just be together. We had a nice lunch together too.”

“That’s great.” You say with a yawn. “Excuse me.” You chuckle. “I think I might turn in early.”

“No worries, go ahead.” She smiles.

“Goodnight.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You get into a large tee shirt and settle into bed with a book. When Harry gets back from the pool he sees you passed out with the lights on and your book on your chest. He takes a quick shower to rinse off and then he gets into bed with you. You turn over so he can hold you, and he snuggles right in.

“Love you, baby.” You say in a sleepy voice.

“Love you too.” He kisses your head and you sigh.

The next morning you hear rustling and sit up to see Harry doing some yoga. You giggle at him and he turns to see you.

“Make fun all you want, but it really gets me ready for the day.”

“I didn’t say a thing.”

You get out of bed and throw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, both Harry’s after doing your thing in the bathroom. You both go out to the kitchen and get some coffee started for everyone. He wraps his arms around you from behind as you both look outside at the fresh snow.

“This is the life, isn’t it?” He says as he kisses your cheek.

“Can’t complain too much.”

“You were so cute last night when I got back. You had completely passed out.”

“I was tired! My legs were killing me.”

“How do they feel now?”

“Fine, I should be able to get back on the bunny hill. Don’t feel like you need to babysit me or anything.”

“I’ll spend the morning with you just to make sure you’re good to go, and then I’ll do a couple of runs down the black diamonds.”

You turn your face and pucker lips. He smiles and then leans in to kiss you.

“Oh! Um, good morning.” Paige says as she walks into the kitchen with Noah. You start to move away from Harry out of instinct, but he keeps his arms wrapped around you.

“Morning, we made coffee.” Harry says.

“Thanks, I was thinking of making pancakes for the kids, that work for you two?” Noah asks.

“Sure.” You say and tap Harry’s hands so he’ll let you go, which his does reluctantly.

The kids emerge just as Noah’s finishing the last batch of pancakes. Everyone scarfs the food down, and you discuss who’s going with who for the day. Noah and Paige are going to ski with Rachel, and Harry and Andy are going to go with you.

“Were you alright in there this morning?” Harry asks you as you both get your ski clothes on.

“Yeah, why?”

“You stopped letting me hold you, like, the second they walked in.”

“I just felt a little…weird, I don’t know. I feel like a teenager on a family trip with my parents and boyfriend for some reason.”

“We’re all adults, babe, you don’t need to feel that way.”

“They’re not exactly showing off…”

“That’s because they don’t have a hot young thing on their arm like I do.” He smirks and puts his hands on your hips.

“You make it sound like I’m twenty years old, or like you’re forty. You’re not that much older than me.”

“Six years is a decent gap. I mean, think about it. When I was in my first year of uni, you were in the eighth grade.”

“Hm, good point, maybe I should call you Daddy more.” You wink and walk away from him to put your hair up into a braid.

“Save it for when we have kids.” He gives your bum a smack before leaving the bedroom and you shake your head.

You have fun doing the bunny hills with Harry and Andy in the morning, but you assure them they don’t need to stay with you the whole day. In fact, you end up going to the lodge for the afternoon to read and chill out while they go on the lifts to the higher mountains. It was relaxing to watch the snow flurry outside while you were curled up on a couch with a hot drink.

“There’s my little snow bunny.” Harry says as he plops down on the couch next to you.

“Hey, baby, where’s Andy?”

“Sent him up to the counter to get some hot ciders…I see you have one already?”

“Actually it’s tea, so a hot cider sounds great.”

“Perfect.” He kisses your cheek. “Still having fun?”

“Mhm, thanks for checking in.”

“Hi, Y/N, got you a cider.”

“Thank you.” You smile and take the drink from him. “I love apple cider, it’s so good.”

“It’s my favorite, second to hot chocolate.” Andy says as he grabs the spot next to Harry.

“Did you two have a good time on your runs?”

“Yeah! I only fell once.” Andy says proudly.

“It’s not icy at all, which is nice, Makes it easier to not whip down the mountain too fast.” Harry explains. “You know they have gondola rides in the early evenings, we could do that some night so you could see what it all looks like.”

“I’d like that.”

You were surprised at how easy going the week was. There was zero tension, neither of the kids acted up, and everything was just really chill. You were a little anxious, but you realized you really had no reason to be. A lot of laughs were had, you and Noah have a few inside jokes now, and you’re really starting to see the beauty of a blended family. Harry and Paige joke around here and there, but you notice they never sit next to each other, they never touch, and they’re not typically left alone in the same room for too long. Everything between them was purely platonic. You could tell they both were doing all of this for Andy, to give him some sense of normalcy. To see his parents together in some capacity.

You also noticed how much Harry really needed you there. He must have felt almost a little left out last year when he came with everyone. Andy’s used to living with Paige, Noah, and Rachel, but Harry isn’t. Having you there gave him some consistency and comfort. You could go off and take a walk together if he just needed a break. It was nice.

“You two have fun, we’ll just be here watching a movie.” Paige says as you both leave to go on a gondola ride back at the mountain resort.

“Thanks for watching ‘em tonight.” Harry waves off and leads you to his car.

“I’m really excited, babe.” You say as he starts the car.

“Me too, I guess they provide hot chocolate and stuff, and it’s a pretty smooth ride. Everything will be all lit up too.”

You were happy you brought your long coat to wear for this since it was a bit chilly, but it didn’t matter once you were inside your gondola since it was heated. Not to mention Harry put his arm around you immediately, keeping you extra toasty.

“This is so fucking romantic.” You nearly squeal. “Thank you so much, Harry.”

“Told you you’d have a great time this week.” He kisses your temple.

“They have these in Disney World, rides like this across the different parks, it’s so cool.”

“Yeah? You know, I was thinking of taking Andy there for this thirteenth birthday, give him a place he can really use his new phone in.”

“A little over a year to plan it out too, smart.”

“I thought it would be nice, too, as an end of middle school thing, finishing up the eighth grade in one piece and all that.”

“He’ll love, Har. You already know he loves all those Pixar movies. I bet he’ll really like that Toy Story Land in Hollywood Studios.”

“You…seem to know a lot about Disney Word.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“May or may not have gone with Nora after I got my master’s.” You chuckle. “It’s a lot of fun as an adult. You drink around the world, and there are tons of bars and shops. A lively night life.”

“Well, if you’re such an expert I’ll have to make sure you come too.”

“Duh.” You scoff and it makes him laugh. “God, it’s so beautiful out there.” You gaze out the window at the lights below you illuminating the mountains in different colors.

Harry looks down at you and tilts your chin up. He tucks some hair behind your ear, and you smile as he leans in to kiss you. He lightly nips at your bottom lip before sucking on it. He licks into your mouth, and your tongue molds with his. Your fingers lace through his hair while he holds you as close as he can. He unzips your coat enough that he can kiss down to your neck.

“Harry.” You breathe. “I can’t diddle you in a gondola.”

“M’not asking you to.” He moves to look at you, a smirk growing on his face. “We’re just kissing, is that alright?”

You nod yes and let him continue his attack on your neck. You loved the way Harry would leave marks on you because he was so subtle about it at first. He’d gently kiss on the area, then he’d lick over it, and mouth at it, that would really get you going. Then he’d lightly graze his teeth over the area before really sucking on your tender skin. He was doing that now, and it felt so fucking good. You let out a soft moan, and you wish you could just crawl into his lap, but you didn’t think that would be safe right now.

His hands slide inside your coat so he stick his fingers inside the back of your jeans, squeezing at what he can of your ass. You continue to tug at his hair as he sucks on your skin. He was practically blood thirsty tonight. As much as you loved summer, you loved winter just the same. Turtlenecks and scarves were your best friend, so you didn’t really care how nasty of a bruise Harry left because you could easily cover it.

“Baby, don’t you wanna, um, look outside?” You were breathing heavily. You hear him grunt a ‘no’, and his hands move up your body to grope at your breasts.

His lips meet yours again, and you tug at his jacket, balling the material into your fists. God, you needed him, badly. You lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue, eliciting a groan from him that filled the gondola.

Needless to say, when your ride was over you got a few looks from the crew as you both had swollen lips and red cheeks. When you reach his car, you bite your bottom lip as you watch him get the key in the ignition and turn the heat on blast.

“What are you doing? Get in the car.” He chuckles.

“Is there somewhere private we can go?”

“Yeah.” He nods and you get in. “The movie theater lot is good for privacy.” A few minutes down the road, Harry parks the car in the theater lot. You both look at each other. “What do you wanna do, Y/N?”

“I wanna get in the back seat.” You mumble.

It was around this time last year that you had fucked some random guy in the backseat of his car. Funny how much could change in a year. You and Harry climb into the backseat of his car, heat still blasting to keep you both warm. You weren’t sure if you wanted to full on fuck since it was so cold, but you need to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in your stomach. You get onto his lap, and straddle one of his thighs.

“Gonna use my leg, darling?” He asks as he sponges kisses to the side of your neck that he didn’t attack earlier.

“Mhm.”

You rock back and forth on his thigh, and his hands grips your hips to help you along. He was desperate to see you come like this. He lifts his leg a little to add to the friction he knew you needed.

“That’s it, baby.” He grunts.

“Fuck, Harry, feels so good.” You groan and hide your face in his shoulder. “N-need your fingers, please.” You look at him almost doe-eyed, and he couldn’t say no to that.

He works swiftly to unbutton your jeans. He knew how much you hated having to keep your underwear on, but he assumed you didn’t really care right now from how hard you were grinding against him. He slips his hand inside your underwear and moans softly when he feels how wet you are. He’s able to slide three of his fingers right in and you gasp loudly. You needed the stretch right now. You have one hand tugging at his hair, and the other one tugging at the collar of his shirt. You ride his fingers with him barely needing to do anything.

“Oh my god.” You start panting. “Harry.”

“I want you to come so fucking hard, baby, go on.”

Your head rolls back, giving him such a wonderful view of your body. You squeeze around his fingers over and over, and he feels you pulse around him. Your eyes snap open as you come to your release, not that you can see anything because your vision’s gone hazy. Your scream fills the car, and Harry works you through it, his thumb rubbing at your clit so you can ride it out.

“Harry, please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You press your lips to his. “Do you have any condoms in here?”

“Mhm, in the glove. Get on your knees, I’ll fuck you from behind so you don’t have to take your pants all the way off.”

You nod and get into position for him while he grabs a condom. You feel him behind you, and he spreads you apart to push inside. He grips one of the headrests to keep his balance while he thrusts inside you.

“Are you, shit, comfortable?” He says as he gets a pace going.

“As much as I can be, yeah.” You look over your shoulder at him and smile. “Are you?”

“Yeah, babe.” He gives your ass a light smack before gripping both of your hips to ram in and out of you. “Gotta make this quick, sorry.”

“It’s okay, feels good!” His tip was already hitting your g-spot, you were done for.

“Yeah, you like it like this?”

“Yes! Fuck, Harry.”

“Taking it so well for me, being so fucking good.”

“Call me your good girl, Harry.”

“You’re my good-oh shit!” He couldn’t finish his sentence. You telling him to call you that made him lose it. He uses the strength his has to reach around and rub your clit so you could get off with him.

“Ah!” You cry out as you release around him. You both take a moment to catch your breaths. He pulls out and gives your ass another smack, but more towards the area between your cheeks where you were a little sensitive right now. “Oh!” You gasp.

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear and then kisses your cheek.

You were speechless, to say the least.

#harry styles #office neighbors #harry styles fic #harry styles imgaine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles series #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #professor!harry #singledad!harry

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mxthtea · 3 years ago

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@booredx psps here ya go :)

lil new thing here!! this is written more from baal's pov (hence y/n being used more). originally, this was written as an assignment for english class. after editing my writing for once, here you guys go :). if anyone wants more stories of baal x reader i can offer assistance!! (i can do fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, anything but smut really)

i recommend using interactivefics for this! since there's use of y/n a lot n you can change it to your name. (as in, your preferred name) firefox, chrome (available on edge i believe but i dont have the link, apologies for my edge readers!)

baal x gn!reader warnings: very ooc baal, physical contact (hand holding, lil kithkith), baal refers to reader as 'darling', author can't describe clothing, use of y/n, written way before baal's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, let me know if i forgot any description: you go onto your girlfriend's (baal's) roof as the sun starts to set! then you hold hands n kith :) word count: 1.2k

as the day was approaching evening and the sun was about to set, the weather started to get slightly cooler. baal looked up from her computer screen and at the clock across the room, well, at least she know how long she’d been working. sighing and shutting down her laptop. only an hour before they would arrive. she stood and walked up from the living room to her bedroom.

it was slightly messy, a few papers from her job scattered around here and there. nothing she couldn't pick up in just a few minutes. it's not like either one of them expected a clean house or apartment either way.

after looking twice, baal decided to choose a more simple outfit. a black turtleneck without any shoulder or sleeves and a darker purple sweater over it. including a pair of dark grey shorts and thigh high socks. the socks had purple stripes on it as well. compared to other outfits she had, this was more simple to baal. she tied her long hair back into a ponytail. the mass of hair still reached close to her knees but it worked at least.

finishing with some red eye makeup, baal decided she was ready.

on cue there was a knock at the door below.

walking down and answering the door, she was met with her significant other themself, y/n.

"good afternoon, baal," they greeted.

"good afternoon, darling. how was the drive here?" baal asked, letting y/n inside.

"mm, some jerks in traffic but other than that, it was fine."

“did you have any plans?” straight and to the point, baal was never a super big fan of small talk. no matter the person.

y/n smiled to themself before saying, “juuust gimme a second, need to bring in a few things.”

baal looked at them slightly confused. what would they need for today? “alright, can i help you at all?” she asked.

“i- yes please..”

they grabbed baal's hand and lead her outside to their car. opening the trunk, it revealed a red blanket and a cooler.

“by the by,” y/n said, “you wouldn’t happen to have a way to get to the roof of your house, right? because if not then my entire plan is ruined and we have to eat in the grass.”

“so that’s what you’ve been planning,” baal muttered.

she gave a quick nod to y/n, who smiled at the silent reply. handing baal the cooler and taking the blanket themself, they both started walking indoors and to the upstairs.

once upstairs, baal lead them both into her room and opened the window inside of it. y/n stepped out first and scouted a good place to sit at. deciding to stay close to the window but a bit more to the left. they set up everything in silence. y/n placed the blanket down and baal set the cooler down beside them but not entirely on the blanket.

the sun started to set, giving to a beautiful scene of the sky turning to an orange color. turning to y/n, baal smiled softly. they had their knees tucked to their chest and leaned their head onto their knees. y/n’s eyes were bright and their smile even brighter. somehow, even the smallest of smiles made them look radiant.

y/n turned to baal before pulling a soda out of the cooler, “want one? packed sandwiches too in case we, well i, got hungry.”

“i wouldn’t mind a soda and sandwich.”

“great, took me a while to make all the sandwiches.” y/n somehow smiled even brighter.

they handed baal a soda and a sandwich in a bag, y/n even grabbed themself one and started to chew on it. “so, you planned this all out?” baal asked.

"from the time to the bread, had it all in my head. wanted the best for my girlfriend after all,” y/n answered, girlfriend part even said in a sing-song voice.

as baal started chewing her sandwich as well she asked, “how come?”

“how come?” y/n asked back.

“yeah, why put in the effort for this? we could’ve just stayed inside and made dinner together.”

“hmm.. dunno! just wanted to watch the sunset with you.”

“did you put cheese in this sandwich? That explanation was kind of cheesy,” baal joked.

“says the one who used a dad joke!”

baal chuckled to herself and continued watching the sunset while eating. y/n already finished theirs and had their hands at their side. their legs were now pushed out, dangling more off the blanket again. they had a peaceful face, eyes now bright and a soft smile on their face. once again, somehow the smallest smile made them radiate brighter than the sun itself.

baal set down her sandwich beside her on its bag. slowly, she started to reach for y/n’s hand. she didn’t want it to be obvious but she was tempted to let them get the hint and do it for her. baal wasn’t shy, not at all, she was the first to confess to them after all. leaving the latter a flustered mess, almost too flustered to say yes. when it came to physical contact though, that was a job for y/n.

she continued reaching her hand, the further she went it looked like the farther y/n’s went. It felt like a loop. was she allowed to do this? did y/n want to be held? did they just want to lo-

baal’s thoughts were cut off as she came in contact with y/n’s hand. ger fingers lightly brushed over theirs. y/n looked down in slight shock before taking baal’s hand in theirs. they brought their thumb up and brushed over baal’s knuckles.

“panic over holding my hand? you’re too sweet.”

“i’m not the one who initiates all the cuddling.”

"whateverrr."

"i never said it was a bad thing. i enjoy cuddling with you," baal reassured them.

the two continued to sit in silence. y/n moved towards baal more, gently laying their head onto her shoulder. “how cute can you possibly be?” baal asked.

they let out a weird noise, a ‘y/n-noise’ as ayaka had called it. something they made when they were embarrassed by something.

quickly, y/n sat up and put their hands on baal’s cheeks, pulling her to look at them. she looked down at them confused before they brought both of their faces together, giving baal a kiss to make her as flustered as them. as quickly as it happened, they pulled away and gave a smug smirk to baal as she collected her thoughts again.

baal sat for a few seconds finally starting to get flustered herself from the quick kiss. after taking a few seconds to recover she took y/n’s face into her hands, baal brought their faces together. baal gave the final push and returned the kiss back to them. they clutched onto her sleeves as their face turned bright from it all. seems baal unintentionally got revenge as well.

she moved away, y/n still clutching onto her sleeves in their shock.

“i- i-,” they stuttered.

“are you not happy?” baal asked, slightly scared and embarrassed.

“no! just, didn’t expect it,” they mumbled.

“that was revenge.”

“w- hey! baal!”

y/n reached out and grabbed baal’s hand with both of theirs. they ran their thumbs over her knuckles once again. “thank you,” they mumbled.

“for what?”

“for watching the sunset with my. i love you, a lot.”

baal chuckled to herself again and reached over, quickly giving her s/o a kiss on their cheek.

“oh! i also have a question!”

“hm? what is it?”

“can I stay here with you for tonight?”

#baal x reader #vennys tales #genshin impact #baal #raiden shogun #electro archon #this took so long to edit dskjkdsj #hope u enjoy it!!#*supplies the baal simps with their simp material*#hey if anyone wants i'll draw out how i planned to make baal's outfit look #i was thinking of butterfly soup while writing this lol

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sundownings-moved · 4 years ago

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VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL EDITION : HUNTER’S HEART

originally a 3 part one shot series from when i was on igrp, this is set before and during season 4 of teen wolf. it is highly inspired by the supernatural episode ‘wayward sisters’. this is not considered canon on this blog. mutuals may interact.

word count : 3,700 words

warnings : brief mention of drugs, brief mention of physical abuse, death, guns

VOLLEYBALL SEASON

“you got someone watching you.” grace, one of alice’s teammates, nudged alice and nodded towards the stands where a girl with a halo of dark curls seemed to have picked out alice out of the crowd of volleyball players to watch.

alice turned only to see the girl turn her gaze back down to the book in her lap. even though she’d turned her attention away, alice couldn’t help but stare a little bit as well.

“who’s she?” grace tossed the volleyball at alice and hit her on the shoulder to draw her attention back to the drill they were running.

alice rubbed her arm and picked up the ball, tossing it back to grace to keep a rally going. “i don’t really know, she’s in my english class. kinda quiet but insanely pretty.”

“your water bottle’s right there. go talk to her.” grace hit the ball off her wrists and sent it flying back towards alice.

“no! i can’t, she’s probably not even gay.” alice shook her head as she leaned and hit the ball back towards grace.

grace laughed. “lahey, you got eyes right? she’s definitely gay or bi or something. she’s got a thing for you.”

“bullshit!” alice dropped the ball when it came back her way and held it.

“she’s checking you out right now. gimme that!” grace gestured for her to toss the ball to her and when alice did, she set it, hitting it over alice’s head and into the stands landing right next to the girl they’d been talking about.

“what the fuck, grace!” hissed alice, crossing her arms over her chest.

“go get it, lahey.” it was clear from grace’s smirk that she meant to do that.

alice sighed, rolling her eyes before walking over to the bleachers and climbing up them to retrieve the ball. “sorry about my friend, she’s kind of an asshole.”

“why’d you tell her you didn’t know me?”

alice looked down at the ball in her hands and shrugged. “i’m sorry naomi- i uh, i don’t really bring up being in eichen here. i’m already enough of a freak. i didn’t think you’d hear me.” she grabbed a drink from her water bottle when she heard her coach yell at her to stop chatting.

“you should probably go. i’ll talk to you later, alice.” naomi was clearly hurt by alice pretending not to know her, after all she really didn’t know anyone else at bhhs.

after practice and freshly showered, alice found naomi outside the gym. she leaned against the side of the brick building.

back in her t-shirt and leggings she was a lot less intimidating than she had been on the court, but no less pretty than she had been to naomi when they shared a room in eichen house. “you’re doing good, i can tell.” she was quiet, not wanting to draw the attention of any of the other students leaving their practices and games with their conversation.

“you are too, i mean you look like you are.” alice stuttered out. “i thought you were going back to devenford?”

“they kicked me out. they didn’t want me to besmirch their precious reputation and besides i kind of skipped school for two weeks.” it was naomi’s turn to look down in shame.

alice raised an eyebrow, letting out a sharp exhale. “you in trouble again?”

“yes, but not like selling. i’m not doing that anymore, i promise i’m clean.” she wasn’t sure what to tell alice or what the blonde knew about what was really going on in beacon hills. “something bit me.”

“like a wolf?” alice set her gym bag down on the ground.

“not a wolf, a coyote.” she was surprised how quickly alice had found her way to something close to the truth though.

“i know someone who can help you. if you want. my brother, the one i told you about. he was bitten too.” she looked around for someone in the pack to call over, but their practice hadn’t let out yet.

“no! thanks, but no i have someone. you know what an alpha is right? i have one of those, she’s helping me like she’s helping some kids at my old school.” naomi couldn’t help but smile at how alice had wanted to help her.

alice smiled back. “yeah, i know what an alpha is. stay safe okay. i’m really sorry for pretending i didn’t know you.”

“i kind of understand. i don’t really want everyone knowing i went to eichen either.” she leaned against the wall next to alice. “and thanks for saying i’m insanely pretty, it kinda makes up for pretending not to know me.”

with that alice blushed and hid her face in her hands. “god, i really need to learn to shut up! too many people here have super hearing!”

“or don’t. we could pick up where we left off.” naomi teased, nudging alice’s shoulder.

“maybe so, my ride’s here. i’ll see you around, naomi. and i mean it, i’ll sit next to you in class and everything.” alice pushed off the wall and grabbed her bag from the ground and walked off towards stiles and scott who’d clearly just gotten out of practice and were headed toward the blue jeep to go to tonight’s pack meeting.

SWIM SEASON

alice stayed by the edge of the water, pulling her swim cap from her head and shaking out her blonde curls while she waited for her girlfriend. their dates for the past few months had been low key, just getting coffee during alice’s break at the cafe in town or going to the movies. only the pack really knew they were together. she hadn’t even really told isaac about having a girlfriend. she was still much too angry at him for leaving her in beacon hills alone to bother to text him about having a girlfriend. he could find out when chris did. she grinned when naomi walked out of the locker room in her two piece swim suit, arms across her stomach to cover the bare portion of her chest.

naomi sat down next to alice at the water’s edge, dangling her legs in the warm water and letting her hands fall to her sides. one hand met alice’s and she gently intertwined their fingers. they’d been planning this for a while, it took a lot of convincing on alice’s part. she hadn’t really wanted to break the rules, but alice insisted it would be worth it.

“you’re so beautiful.” alice leaned her head on naomi’s shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze.

“nah, not like you.” the other girl shook her head, glancing down at the large bite scar on her thigh as well as the few scars she had that had been carved into her skin since before she’d been bitten. “i hate seeing this every day.”

alice let go of naomi’s hand and went to trace her scar with the tips of her fingers. at first, naomi flinched away but seemed to change her mind. “i’ve got scars too.” she pulled her hand back and pointed to a spot on her wrist. “see here? i fell off my bike.” then she pointed to her ankle. “i was hunting with chris.” and finally, alice lifted her hair off her back and turned for naomi to see. “i got these when someone threw a beer bottle at me and my brother.”

naomi reached out to touch the mess of raised and indented flesh on alice’s back. “shit. your dad?”

alice nodded and turned back around. “see, scars are no big with me. come on. water’s still warm and we’re gonna get in trouble soon.” she slid off the edge of the pool and into the water, grabbing naomi’s hand on the way down and pulling her into the water with her.

“hey!” naomi laughed as she came up from under the water with alice.

they swam together, doing flips and splashing each other in the pool water as night fell outside. they didn’t know how much time had elapsed, but they heard footsteps coming. alice swam towards naomi and pulled her under the water, crashing her lips into hers before it was too late and this had all been for nothing.

“hey kids! get out of the damn pool!” a janitor peered over the edge of the pool and into the chlorine blue water with a frown.

they came up for air, an embarrassed blush crossing both their cheeks as they scrambled to the edge of the pool. alice couldn’t help but laugh. “sorry man!” she yelled as she pulled herself out of the water and held out her hand to help naomi out. the two girls grabbed towels and scrambled off to the locker room.

“we’re toast, alice!” naomi insisted as they went to change.

“no we’re not. we did what we came to do, remake the kiss from romeo and juliet! so i think no matter how many detentions we get, we won!” alice put her arm around naomi and smiled, kissing her cheek.

WINTER FORMAL

alice shook her hands at her side before ringing the door bell next to naomi’s front door. she waited, rocking back and forth on her heels. alice glanced back at the car where chris waited inside for her.

chris tried to smile reassuringly at alice despite the heaviness in his heart. alice had told him she could get scott or stiles to pick her and naomi up on the way to the dance if this brought back too many memories of allison, but he’d assured her it was fine, that he wanted to see her go to her first school dance.

she felt awkward in the dress lydia had picked out for her, after all lydia had tried to work with her on this, but the dress was still very lydia and not so much alice. if she had a choice she’d be wearing sneakers, but lydia had insisted on her wearing heels.

naomi opened the door, yelling a goodbye to her parents peaking through the living room windows. as the door slammed behind her, the brunette stopped to take in alice’s appearance. she’d never seen the other girl in a dress, and after all alice’s complaining on the phone she’d half expected to see alice on her porch in jeans and only a slightly nicer shirt than usual. “i don’t see what you had to complain about. you look really pretty.”

alice blushed and took her girlfriend’s hand and lead her to the car. “so do you,” and then with a quiet excitement “we match!” she opened the door to the backseat for her and slid in next to her and shut the door behind them.

as the girls put their seat belts on, chris turned around in the front seat to face them the best he could, causing alice to groan before he even opened his mouth. “hey, i’m driving you so let me say this.” he looked pointedly at the blonde. when she nodded he continued by holding a hand out to naomi. “i’ve heard a lot about you, but we haven’t been properly introduced. i’m chris- you can call me mr. argent. i don’t know what you two are going to get up to tonight, but know this i expect a text by 10 letting me know that you’re both safe and sober. alice will tell me if you two need a ride home.”

alice shrunk down in her seat, averting her eyes with embarrassment. sure, this was better than it could be and much better of a ‘talk’ than she’d expected but it still embarrassed her. “that’s enough,” mumbled alice.

“i’m almost done.” mr. argent pulled out of naomi’s driveway and onto the road on the way to the school. he looked at the two in the mirror where naomi was still watching him attentively and alice was looking through her phone. “have fun okay, girls.”

he turned his attention back to the road, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. “alice, send your brother a picture or something. isaac misses you and you haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

she looked up from her phone and nodded. she didn’t fight him on that one. she hadn’t talked to isaac and maybe he deserved a bit of a break from the silent treatment. maybe, and besides bragging about actually having a girlfriend seemed like fun to her. he’d have to be proud of her, right? alice leaned her head on naomi’s shoulder and began showing her things on her phone.

naomi leaned her head on alice’s, her eyes following the video of a kitten climbing into a box of tissues and falling asleep inside playing on the screen. she intertwined her finger’s with alice’s free hand in her lap, resting on the pink fabric of both their dresses. they stayed like that for the rest of the car ride until they pulled up to the school.

“we’re here!” chris announced, turning to face the two. when he saw how they’d come to rest he couldn’t help but smile. “take pictures remember! have fun.”

alice got out first, followed by her girlfriend who stopped on the way out of the car to say “thank you for driving us, mr. argent. i’ll make sure we take a ton of pictures.”

LACROSSE SEASON

as the lacrosse team left their locker rooms, kira and alice joining up with the boys, alice was pulled aside by naomi. “hey babe, shouldn’t you be in the stands.” despite not sounding like it, she was happy to see naomi. this whole thing about the deadpool had the pack stressed and especially alice. naomi’s name was on it, obviously. she’d seen it right there in print ‘naomi reynolds, werecoyote, 3’ seeing most of her friends on there, she worried, but she knew they’d figure this out. but naomi didn’t have friends like alice’s. her pack was isolated and more members than just her were on the deadpool. her alpha, satomi, hadn’t wanted her to come to the game. they were already risking enough by having other pack members come, but naomi had insisted on coming to alice’s game. if anything happened to naomi here alice would blame herself.

naomi adjusted alice’s pads, and jersey over top. she could see the worry creasing alice’s face and practically feel it coming off of her. she glanced over alice’s shoulder and saw scott and liam staring.

they could feel it too. she nodded for them to move on and that she’d send alice out in a second. “i’m gonna be okay. it’s just one game and then i’ll be home safe. it’ll be okay. i promise. there’s so many people here, no one’s gonna come for me.” she tried to hide her own fear, to believe her own words but she couldn’t. brett and lori were here too, her family. not only them, but scott, liam, lydia, malia and kira were all here too. it seemed like the perfect set up to attack. “go play. i’ll be fine.” she started walking out towards the field, motioning alice to follow.

alice did follow, black lacrosse stick in hand. “i’m sure you’re right.” she forced a smile, glad to have naomi there despite the danger. she pressed a kiss to naomi’s lips before pulling her helmet down over her head and sending her off to sit next to lori in the stands.

“you two are almost so cute it’s disgusting.” kira commented, pulling alice into the team’s huddle. they turned their attention to coach finstock who just had to make a comment about whether alice’s head was really in the game that night.

the game went off without a hitch, but as they were playing against devenford prep in a real game, not a scrimmage this time, tensions ran high. half the pack had to keep an eye on liam and brett’s competition in hopes that they wouldn’t expose them all. however, even those two seemed more mindful now that the threat of death was real.

at half time, naomi walked over to the beacon hill’s side of the field, grinning. sure, bhhs wasn’t winning, but so far her promise to alice held true. nothing bad had happened. she handed alice a water bottle with fresh water and even brought other’s for the rest of the team.

“hey lahey, any chance you’ll get your girlfriend to do this more often!” one of the the other players called to alice grabbing one of naomi’s water bottles.

alice rolled her eyes and called out to the older boy “maybe if we win, but you’d actually need to be trying for that to happen!” she mumbled an apology naomi for her teammate’s obnoxious behavior to which naomi shrugged, her attention elsewhere. “alice, scott.” she looked to the edge of the field where a stranger clad in black waited. to her he smelled like gun powder.

scott looked to naomi and then followed her gaze. the alpha tensed and then nodded to alice. he’d deal with the consequences that came from running from the game for his younger teammate. “run.”

alice dropped her stick, grabbing naomi’s hand and taking off towards the school and the locker room. she felt the eyes of the crowd on her back and heard the yells of her coach telling her to come back. she didn’t listen.

THE DEADPOOL

alice and naomi took off towards the locker room where alice quickly shed her lacrosse pads and pulled her leather jacket on over her t-shirt. before she could start to lead naomi out the door, the other girl stopped her.

“you could get hurt, you gotta stay here, play the rest of the game okay?” naomi paced around the locker room, on high alert and listening. outside she could hear the others trying to buy them time.

“no, i have to come with you. you don’t understand. i’ve already lost enough. i can’t lose you too.” alice started towards the door, bringing naomi with her. the girls ran down the halls of the school and out towards the woods. they ran side by side, and alice nearly started to believe that they were in the clear and that the rest of the pack had dealt with the assassins. that was until they heard yelling and voices behind them.

“they’re here!” “get the girls alone!” “is the blonde on the list?”

alice’s heart fell, but there was no time. they kept running, their shoes crunching as they hit the dried leaves and dirt of the woods. they picked their way through the trees. alice could feel her lungs, burning, crying for air but she didn’t stop until she felt like she couldn’t push on any more.

naomi leaned her back against a tree, allowing them both time to catch her breath, but still listening to the sounds of the hunters coming for them. “allie, they’re coming. we gotta go.” her panic was evidenced in her rushed tone. “come on.” she reached for alice’s hand and when she took it the two took off again. they ran deeper into the woods until they reached a clearing. standing in the center they didn’t know which direction to go. naomi’s ears perked up, listening again. she gulped. “they’re all around us.” the girl whispered.

alice drew her close to her, their hands still joined. “they don’t want me. i’ll protect you.” they turned slow circles in the center of the clearing. alice’s heart racing, finally understanding what it felt like to be prey. she watched as the lights on the the ends of the hunter’s guns drew closer and closer until they were more than beams of light but silhouettes of people. “please, she’s never hurt anyone!” alice yelled into the darkness, backing up against naomi.

“allie, no.” naomi tightened her grip on her girlfriend’s hand. “don’t provoke them.”

“don’t take out the blonde, she’s human.” the voice was deep, commanding.

“run, alice, i’ll be right behind you.” she pushed alice out of the way, forcing her to keep going. one of the assassins caught her and held her tightly. naomi saw her fighting to get away from them, her heart sinking. she turned her attention towards the rest of the men with guns and snarled, her eyes growing a brilliant shade of yellow.

the shots were deafening. gun fire filled the air for a split second and alice watched as naomi stood against the hunters before she fell limply to the ground. alice pushed forward, kicking her way out of the hunter’s grip and rushing to naomi’s side. she grabbed her hand, pulling her into her lap and cradling her. “no, no, no. naomi, you can heal. it’s gonna be okay.” she pressed her forehead to hers and tried to shield her. alice didn’t see the rest of the pack coming, the hunters putting up a fight, but being outnumbered and sent scattered into the wind.

scott was about to call out to alice, tell her she was safe. that was until he saw her holding a body.

alice watched, tears biting at the inner corners of her eyes, as naomi’s bright yellow irises went dull and her grip on alice’s hand loosened. “naomi?” the teenage girl whimpered, feeling the body become heavy in her arms. the early summer wind carried lydia’s scream into the night as the rest of the pack rushed forward.

their ears rung with lydia’s wail and scott had to pry naomi’s body from alice’s arms. “it’s not safe here, alice. we have to go.” he lifted naomi’s body easily, holding it gently.

stiles helped alice to her feet, putting an arm around her as she began to cry. the older boy didn’t know what to say to her, he just held her up as they walked out of the woods and met his father and the other officer’s on the road.

scott handed over the body to the police and alice was lead to the back of an ambulance, a blanket placed around her shoulders. when asked if she was alright, all she could say was “i said i’d protect her.”

#this is extremely long #but im proud of it #if you read it you own my whole heart #deucalions beta . . . ( 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 & 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 )

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wiggly-blue-shite · 5 years ago

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Chapter 5! The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You!

Biology! I really do love this class. Well the AP Bio teacher is super cool and everything makes sense to me. I love this class!

"Hey Henry!" Oh it's him. Chad Stevenson. Star quarterback, straight A student, ASB Vice President. Not only is he a senior, he is also tragically straight, not that he'd be into me. But oh wow those pearly whites.

"Oh hey Chad what's up!" I only see him this period. We're not close but he was my lab partner once! He's so far out of my league I don't even get nervous around him.

"Not much man. Good to see you." He is a practically perfect specimen. It's ridiculous. No human should be like that.

"I don't think I saw you a Sam's party yesterday?"

"I wouldn't be caught dead in that jack offs house." Chad chuckled a little. He fucking looks like Clark Kent it's ridiculous. I chuckle a little too.

The late bell rings and he walks over to his seat. He didn't mention the makeup... huh.

I redirect my attention to the class at hand. I take close notes. Wow I love this class.

I start walking to my next class. AP English language, also a pretty fun class. It's a lot of reading and writing, two of my best activities, other than acting, and science, and music, and probably more things.

You can clearly see those who are hungover. I have a few different species of hungover:

• The absent, which are just the students who didn't come to school today or skip certain classes.

• The basic, which tend to be the white bitch. They put on too much makeup to compensate. It also looks fucking terrible.

• The pissed off, aka Emma. Just bitchy. All the time. Enough said.

• The in denial, they act like everything is normal even though they are visibly suffering.

Etc. my studies will be continued.

I spot Ted from across the courtyard. I don't know what it is about him. Maybe it's the fact that he seems like a human being compared to Chad. I can't help but to smile a little when I see him. I have the peculiar urge to get to know him better. I don't know what it is.

He turns his head, I think he spots me staring at him. He smiles and waves at me. My heart skips a beat. He didn't look away.

I wave back. W don't stop to talk to each other. Passing period isn't long enough.

I get to English and sit down in my seat. I wave at Zoey who sits across from me. I don't hate her like some people do. She's kind of bitchy and annoying. She's also a total fucking diva. But Norah is her best friend, and Norah is my theatre club running mate. I basically only tolerate Zoey because of theatre. I don't want to think about her though.

So I grab the writing assignment we are supposed to work on today and focus on that.

He didn't look away.

Ah no. Writing assignment. Uhh symbolism in King Lear. Oh Jesus Christ. I love this class but why?

He smiled at you. His cute little crooked smile. How could I get to know him better?

No! King Lear symbolism!

Maybe Emma and I could sit at Ted and Paul's table at lunch. Since Emma and Paul are basically dating it wouldn't be weird. Right?

I pull out my phone and hide it so my teacher can't see it. I text Emma.

Henry: Lets sit with Paul today!

She responds immediately. I think she has a free period or a easy elective right now.

Emma: Why

Henry: So you don't want to hang out with Paul?

Emma: No I do but you don't

The teacher walks by and I slide my phone under my thigh. Yes I am paying full attention to the symbolism of King Lear. Jesus Christ.

He goes back to his desk and I pull my phone out.

Emma: Is it Ted? ;)

Henry: What does it matter?

Emma: We can sit with them today ;)

Smug bitch.

I slide my phone back into my pocket.

Alright King Lear symbolism! Really a riveting topic.

I meet up with Emma outside the cafeteria. The lunch line is more tolerable with a friend.

"So Ted?" I fucking knew it.

"Shut up." She already knows I consider him attractive. But I don't know. I want to get to know him I guess.

"This is the first real crush in a while." Emma grabs a tray.

"Ok who said anything about a crush." I just want to get to know him better. He seems like a cool person.

"You haven't asked to sit with a boy before. Sure there's been a few 'let's sit with Norah and Zoey' s but this is like a boy." Oh Jesus Christ.

"I just want to get to know him." We get to the lunch counter. "A yogurt." I smile at the lunch lady handing her my lunch money. She smiles back and hands me basically a parfait. I don't think they're allowed to call it a parfait because those are deserts. But what else would you call fruit in granola layered in yogurt? Well it's the only thing remotely edible that they serve here. I grab a little bag of baby carrots and an apple juice.

"A chicken sandwich." Emma hands the lunch lady her money and is returned with basically just a chicken nugget in two pieces of bread. How are they allowed to serve this? "Get to know him? Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

We head away from the counter to the rest of the cafeteria. I don't see paul or Ted. Come to think of it I don't think they eat in the cafeteria.

"Where do they eat lunch?" I still scan the cafeteria.

"Outside near the English building." I didn't even know there was a place to eat over there.

Once we get there I see there isn't a play to eat. They are sitting under a tree using backpacks as tables sitting on jackets. Weird.

Paul, Bill, Ted, and Charlotte are there. Ted looks surprised to see us. Wait did they know we where coming? It's rude just to show up. I don't want to be rude. My heart rate increases.

"Hi Emma!" Paul calls out cheerfully. It's almost as if I don't exist.

Emma sits next to paul. But there's not much space between Emma and the tree so I can't sit next to her. I don't know where it's ok for me to see. I don't know these dynamics. This was a bad idea.

Bill pats the ground in between him and Ted, signaling me to sit there. So I plop down there. I didn't bring a jacket so I have nothing to sit on, but that's fun.

"Damn if I knew you were gonna be here I would have brought an extra jacket." Ted's voice is warm. I could melt. No one talks about his compassion.

"No it's fine." I really don't care that much. It's nothing.

"I love your makeup." Charlotte speaks up. To be honest I have not heard her speak in a very long time. I think she's on color guard or something like that, I have no idea. I just know she's wrapped around Sam's little finger, but that's common knowledge.

"Thanks!" I really expected more people to hate it.

"I could never rock an outfit like that." Ted leans back a little bit. I can feel his eyes on me. He's watching me. I can feel blood rush to my cheeks.

"Sure you could!" I would love to see that... I mean nothing.

"Wow I can't even imagine Ted in full makeup." Bill laughs. Everyone chuckles a little.

"I'm sure Henry would love to do your makeup." Emma had her evil little smile. I put myself in this situation.

"Sure I'm down." Ted shrugged. Oh great. Well I be would be spending time with him.

"Yeah ok." What am I going to say no?

"Yay!" Emma claps a little. She's more excited for this than me and ted are.

"Hey any word on the school play?" This is the first time I've seen Paul show any interest in our schools theatre program. Emma says he doesn't really like musicals which is preposterous.

"Nope. I think we're just going to be left in the dark until the week of the audition." I'm 80% sure only Emma knows what I'm talking about, but that's fine. "It's not going to be a Shakespeare show, because we did Shakespeare in the fall."

"Does that mean it's going to be a musical? There is distain in Paul's voice.

"Probably." I shrug. I love musicals but it's not like we're going to get the rights to any really cool shows. We don't have the budget.

Paul groans. No one is forcing him to see the show. I don't want him there anyways. He won't appreciate it.

"Well I'm excited for it." Bill pats me on the shoulder. I've seen him in the audience of a couple shows. I'm convinced he just goes to every school function.

"Thanks!" I smile at him.

"Those shows always look like so much fun." Ted stares off retrospectively at the tree. He's correct, they always are super fun. Even if you have diva bitch Zoey there. I didn't know that Ted went to the shows. Oh wow that means he has seen me in some... interesting roles. Oh Jesus Christ he's seen me play Mrs. Bumbrake.

"You should audition." Why did I say that? Bad idea. No no no. "I mean you don't have to, we don't even know what the show is yet. But it is really a fun experience regardless of show. Though it is baseball season, and I know you're on the baseball team. Splitting time between the show and sports might be stressful." I can feel myself rambling, so I shut up.

"Oh shit I totally forgot about baseball." He takes a deep breath, "if I'm being honest I might quit baseball." Everyone sits in quiet for a second, paul looks stunned. "The coach is a dick, he-who-shall-not-be-named is on the team now, and I don't even enjoy it that much."

The silence is unbearable. I prompted this. Well I need to fix it somehow.

"Well there's alway seats open in theatre club." Jesus Christ I am a fucking dumbass.

"I do not belong on stage." Ted chuckles a little breaking some of the tension, "Charlotte knows what I'm talking about, my singing voice is awful." Charlotte giggles a little. I didn't realize they spent time together. I thought she was always at Sam's side.

"You don't have to sing. There's other aspects of theatre, y'know." He probably doesn't know if I'm being completely honest. I don't blame him though. They do not focus on arts education at this school.

"You could be a techie!" Emma gasps. That's actually a good idea. We could use people with more upper body strength on curtains or spot. I would do it, but the spot is on me.

"I don't even know what that is." Ted chuckles again. He has an adorable laugh. Oh and if he was techie I would get to see him all the time.

"You basically work backstage." It's more complicated than that but he doesn't need the whole spiel yet. "The show hasn't even been announced yet so there's not really any desperate need for techies. But I- We'd be so happy to have you!" I caught myself just in time. I see the gleam in Emma's eye. She knows what I almost said.

"I mean if I end up quitting, I'll have nothing better to do." Ted shrugs. Did that work? Is he actually considering it. Am I fucking dreaming? what's happening?

Then the bell rings. Paul and Emma walk off without so much as a goodbye. Charlotte and Bill at least wave goodbye. And I'm left there with Ted. My next class is theatre. I could bring up Ted teching to Mrs. Murray.

"Hey, if you'd like I can talk to Mrs. Murray about it." I try to be nonchalant, even though the thought of Ted being around the theater all the time freaks me out.

"Well I need to quit baseball first." Ted pats my shoulder, I can't help but to tense up. "I'm looking forward to the makeover, see you later." And with that he walks away.

"Bye!" I call out after him. Did that sound desperate? It felt kind of clingy. God damnit I'm pathetic.

Oh shit. I'm going to be late to theatre.

#tgwdlm #tedgens #the bell doesnt dismiss you #fanfic

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hoseokutie · 6 years ago

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Best Friends Baby 1

Hello everyone! After nearly a month, I am finally publishing the Namjoon series. I’m so so sorry about the long wait, but I thank everyone that was patient and waited for me to post this. You all are greatly appreciated! I hope that you enjoy this series!

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Warnings: Minor swearing, fluff, Sassy Namjoon, smut in future parts.

A/N: Since this blog is mainly AMBW based, Y/N is a black woman.

“Alright so Chinese or Pizza for dinner?” Namjoon asked holding up two menus.

“I’m in the mood for sesame chicken, but I’m also in the mood for some cheesy bread. Let’s just do both. I’ll pay for one and you pay for the other.” You replied.

Today was Saturday, Saturday’s were specifically for you and Namjoon. Neither of you had to go to work or run any errands. Your house was the location of the hangout, more specifically, your living room.

“You have to put another chair right here so that the fort stays up and doesn’t fall like last weekend.” He pointed out.

“In my defense, I was on my period and my cramps were on a level 100. It’s not my fault.” You said.

“Yeah okay.” He mumbled.

You and Namjoon have been friends since sixth grade. You were both new to middle school and had almost every class together. Some call it fate, but you and Namjoon just think that it’s a coincidence.

“Alright the food will probably be here in 45 minutes, so what do you want to do until then?” He asked bending down to help you with the fort.

“We can talk. I feel like we haven’t had a heart to heart in a while, y’know. I miss you best friend.” You said sitting down on the carpet.

“I know, I miss you too. Work has been kicking my ass. Being an English teacher is only fun sometimes. Kids can be so mean.” He said and you shook your head.

“Don’t think of it like that. Kids aren’t always terrible.”

“This is coming from the girl that is literally a pediatric nurse. Your opinion is invalid.” Namjoon rebutted.

“I’m using your lap as a pillow, don’t say no, okay thanks.” He said to you quickly, while sliding down into your lap.

“Thanks for giving me a choice, you’re lucky I like you.” You told him, running your fingers through his purple hair.

“Your hands are going to put me to sleep.” He mumbled while closing his eyes.

“Good. the quicker you sleep, then the more of your food that I can eat.” You joked and his eyes shot open quickly.

“You know what, I’m just going to stay awake until the food gets here. Entertain me.” He playfully demanded.

“Well there is one thing we can do, but it’s pretty intense, and it involves a lot of movement. Are you prepared for that?” You asked him in a sultry voice.

Namjoon sat up slowly and looked at you while moving closer to your face.

“Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about babe?” He asked.

You bit your lip and nodded your head. He slowly moved his hand over your thigh and down your back, then towards your butt.

“Mario Kart!” You both exclaimed, giving each other high fives.

Believe it or not, but this was actually normal for you and Namjoon. You both have always been flirty with one another, most people even thought that you two were dating, that’s how close you guys are.

“I call using the nunchuck!” You said reaching for it.

“No fair, you got to use it the last time we played. It’s my turn!” He grabbed the nunchuck as well.

“Well you should have called dibs on it.” You pulled it towards you.

“Everytime I try to your loud ass has already said something.” He argued pulling the controller towards him.

“Oh so I’m loud now?” You asked pretending to be offended.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He said in a flirtatious voice.

You frowned at his words and let go of the device.

“Take it, nasty ass.” You mumbled the last part and turned the game on.

“Oh come on, you love the weird stuff I say.” He said.

“Yeah keep telling yourself that Joonie.” You looked over at him and smiled.

You both chose your characters and the vehicles you wanted. You decided to go for your regular choice, Princess Daisy, and her orange bike to complete the set. Namjoon on the other hand decided to change everything, he’s convinced himself that changing the characters everytime helps improve his chances of winning. He’s wrong. Every time.

“There you go, being basic again.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning back against the couch in order to get comfortable.

“This is coming from the man who chooses something different each and every time, but still manages to lose each time.” You shot back.

“You don’t have to be so mean to me.” He mumbled sadly.

“Don’t dish it if you can’t take it.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

The game started and your competitive side jumped out. When it came to gaming your whole attitude changed completely. It didn’t matter who you were playing with, anybody that even dared to be your opponent was asking to feel your wrath.

“Would you look at that, I’m catching up to you. Am I finally going to be the one that knocks you off your winning streak?” Namjoon was trying to mess with you as he often does.

“Sweetie it’s only the second lap. Don’t try and test me Namjoon.” You rebutted, hitting Luigi with a red shell now putting yourself in first place.

“Asshole” He mumbled while continuing to play the game.

“Final lap!” You exclaimed sitting up on your knees, moving closer to the tv.

“Move your big ass head!” He stood up and attempted to push you out of the way, but you stayed planted on the ground.

You were close to the finish line, but Namjoon was right on your back, literally and figuratively.

You could practically see the finish line from your position in first place, when the doorbell rang.

“The food!” You and Namjoon both announced still not taking your eyes off of the game.

“Get the door, it’s your credit card!” You demanded still playing the game.

“No way, that could be the pizza. You’re paying for that one!” He argued.

“Who is it?!” You yelled.

“Chinese Food!” The delivery man responded.

“Fuck!” Namjoon cursed.

“HA! I WIN!” You cheered, standing up and throwing the remote control on the couch nearby.

“You cheated.” He said sadly, walking over to the front door with a tip in his hand.

“No, you just suck.” You said playfully, you turned off the television and clicked on the Netflix icon on your television.

“Hey cheater, your bread sticks are here.” Namjoon said to you.

“Thanks sore loser, grab the sodas from the fridge.” You walked to the front door and smiled at the delivery girl.

“Your total is $10.76.” She said, you handed her the exact change as well as a tip.

“I’m taking the fruit punch soda!” Namjoon yelled as he walked into the living room.

“No you’re not!” You shouted back, handing the girl the receipt.

“Too late!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, taking your hot food from her.

“You and your boyfriend are adorable.” She said.

You laughed and shook your head at her before looking back at Namjoon.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s like my best friend. Or my annoying older brother even.”

“What is taking you so long?” He asked walking up to the front door and taking the food for you.

“I’m making conversation with the delivery girl, she thought you were my boyfriend. Isn’t that funny?” You asked.

Namjoon looked down at you and pouted before wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder.

“Why is that funny, we’ve been dating for almost three years now. We’re even getting married in two months. Are you not wearing your ring?” He asked picking up your hand and looking for a ring that’s not actually there.

You looked at him in shock and hit his chest quickly pushing him away gently.

“Please don’t believe him! He’s crazy and doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You told the delivery girl and she laughed.

“You two are the cutest, I hope the wedding goes well.” She waved at you both and walked back to her car.

Namjoon closed the door and looked down at you with a derpy smile on his face while poking yours with his pointer finger.

“What in the hell is wrong with you Namjoon!?” You asked hitting his arm again before walking over to the couch.

“I just like it when you get angry. You’re super cute.” He poked your nose amd you swatted at his hands.

“Stop being so weird!” You grabbed a paper plate and began to pile food onto it.

“I have been waiting all day for this.” You said. Handing Namjoon the container of rice.

“Did you eat today?” He asked , scooping some sesame chicken onto his plate.

“No I didn’t. I got in super late from work, so the first thing I wanted to do was sleep.” You explained to him.

“Y/N! I told you to stop doing that. I know that you don’t have much time, but at least have like a yogurt or something. I buy them for you, because you say that you like them.” He told you.

You smiled as you ate your food, it felt nice to have Namjoon worry about you like this. He was always the cutest when he was concerned, and you loved it.

“Alright Joonie, I’m sorry. I will make sure that no matter how sleepy I am, I will at least have a yogurt cup or something. Okay?” You looked over at him and held out your pinky finger.

He looped his pinky around yours and kissed your fingers.

“This promise can no longer be broken, now let’s eat."

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Apple of My Eye

this is called “hinakage day was yesterday and I’m a piece of garbage who totally forgot” alternatively titled “I dragged something out of my many many files and slapped an extra 3,000 words on it” alternatively titled “please accept this it’s completely unedited and I’ve been working on it all day”

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina / Hinakage

Words: 4,885

Rating: PG-13

Summary:

Happiness cannot remain in stasis. It either evolves, or its spark begins to die. To pursue happiness is to constantly challenge the idea of who we are. To kindle that spark again and again with new shades of being. To live, and to love, and to accept who you are.

For Kageyama and Hinata, that meant a whole lot of first times—as they say—for everything.

Everyone at Karasuno High School knew Kageyama Tobio was a good athlete. He was your typical jock: great at high school sports, bad at the actual high school part. But his classmates didn’t care that he wasn’t book smart, as long as he was fast enough to run down to the vending machines and grab them juice if they gave him money, or tall enough to reach a book on the higher shelves in the library, or strong enough to rip open an impossible-to-open bag of cheese puffs. His classmates helped him with homework during break, or nudged him awake in class to make him appear like he was paying attention. They looked out for each other. They especially wanted to look out for Kageyama, because honestly, who wouldn’t want to help that hunk? Girls drooled just thinking about him. Boys thought he was cool and stoic and wanted to be like him. (Or also drooled thinking about him. Nobody judged.) He was like a class pet they all agreed to take care of.

Hinata Shouyou thinks they’re all stupid.

“You’re buying into his whole act,” he’ll warn them, then shake his head when they help Kageyama finish his English homework. No one would listen to him. Why would they? Hinata had no reason to begrudge Kageyama. After all, he was Kageyama’s best friend.

Three years on the Karasuno volleyball team together. Co-captains along with Tsukishima Kei from Class 1-4. In and out of trouble side-by-side since the day they’d arrived at Karasuno. Seriously, who else but Hinata had the right criticize Kageyama’s mooching?

“You know that’s what you’re doing, right?” Hinata asks him one afternoon on their walk home from practice. “Mooching off them? You’re never gonna get into college if you don’t study on your own, Yama!”

Kageyama snorts. “You’re one to talk, dumbass. At least I stopped failing English last year.”

Hinata kept trying to warn people. Only he could see what they didn’t: Kageyama Tobio was so much smarter than their classmates realized, making them pity him into doing his homework for him.

“You only get away with it ‘cuz you’re hot and everyone hopes to date you, Shittyama!”

Kageyama shrugs, the shadow of a grin on his face. “At least I get away with it.”

And so it went. They still bickered as they always had. But it had become routine, familiar. Less about trying to compete with each other; more about the warm feeling that bubbled between them whenever they were in a room together. Sometimes, students in Class 1-1 would text Hinata to come to their study sessions with Kageyama, or message Kageyama to hurry to the lunchroom to sit with them if Hinata was already there, or call Hinata to get his ass to the library because Kageyama was moping near American literature. Anytime one of them seemed down, their classmates knew to call the other immediately. As soon as Hinata walked into a room, Kageyama would gravitate to him like a planet to the sun. It helped everyone else too. A happy Kageyama meant a less stressful study area.

So they were together, always, or at least everyone thought they were—or, at least, everyone made it that way, or, or, or… Sometimes it was impossible to miss the glances Kageyama would give Hinata when he thought no one—including Hinata—was looking. Mostly, it wasn’t hard to notice the way Hinata smiled at Kageyama was a little different than the way he smiled at anyone else. Once, Kageyama and Hinata sat outside together during lunch and Kageyama picked some grass from Hinata’s pants when they stood up. Hinata reached up and ruffled Kageyama’s hair. Kageyama just brushed him away, smiling in the general direction of happiness that lay somewhere near Hinata’s head. Everyone stared at them, and more than a few people wondered if either Hinata or Kageyama knew.

The manager of the volleyball team, Yachi Hitoka, was with a small group of her friends when it happened. She set down her lunch and snapped her fingers at the other girls, drawing their attention. “Don’t freak out over them,” she scolded her friends and Hinata and Kageyama’s classmates. “Let them figure this out. Go back to your lunch.”

If either Hinata or Kageyama knew, they never mentioned it. It was something unspoken. Less about what it meant; more about what it was. And for them, it was easy. For them, it was simple. For Hinata and Kageyama, it was them.

But happiness cannot remain in stasis. It either evolves, or its spark begins to die. To pursue happiness is to constantly challenge the idea of who we are. To kindle that spark again and again with new shades of being. To live, and to love, and to accept who you are.

For Kageyama and Hinata, that meant a whole lot of first times—as they say—for everything.

∫ ∫ ∫

It’s lunch, and the rain has come earlier than the forecast predicted. Class 1-1 is stuck in their homeroom for break, and the classmates have broken up into their friend groups around the room. Hinata sits back-to-back with Kageyama while he chats with some of his friends. Kageyama munches on his lunch in contented silence at his desk, tapping at his phone. There’s a new game out that Kenma showed Hinata, which of course meant Hinata showed Kageyama. Hinata can feel Kageyama tapping away behind him. He leans back a little, resting his head on Kageyama’s shoulder. Kageyama shifts in his seat, grunting, but he lowers his shoulder, making it easier for Hinata’s head to reach it. He can feel Kageyama’s strong back muscles under his neck, the way the shoulder flexes and stretches to accommodate his head, making a little space for him to rest. Hinata smiles halfway through saying something about ninjas to one of his friends—smiles, because he feels lucky that his head fits so perfectly between Kageyama’s shoulder and neck.

Suddenly, as someone mentions a new anime about ninjas and everyone laughs, Hinata is struck with an idea. A very selfish, naughty idea that makes him grin at his friends.

Hinata pushes gently off Kageyama’s back. He can feel Kageyama lean towards him, suddenly searching for the familiar weight that’s no longer there. Hinata stands up. “Everyone!” He waits until the whole class grows quiet and he has their attention. “Watch this!” He turns to Kageyama next to him. “Kageyama, do the thing with the apple.”

Kageyama snorts and shakes his head, sighing. But he can’t say no to Hinata. He puts his phone down and takes an apple from his Hinata’s lunchbox on the desk behind him. He rolls up the sleeve of his T-shirt on his right arm, puts the apple in the crook of his elbow, below his bicep. He steadies the apple with his left hand, mouth drawn shut, eyes narrowed in focus. Then, with a little grunt, he flexes his arm and squeezes the apple between his forearm and bicep. The apple explodes almost immediately, little chunks of fruit whizzing across the desk. Hinata bursts out laughing, while the other students whoop and gawk.

Kageyama shakes his head again, grabbing a napkin to wipe off his arm. Before any of the others can get to him, Hinata leans in, his face close to Kageyama’s, and he puts a hand on Kageyama’s bicep, giving it a little squeeze. “Do that again,” Hinata says in a low voice only Kageyama can hear. “But next time with your thighs. Around my head.”

Kageyama jerks back, mouth falling open. Hinata giggles, laughing it off as a joke, but Kageyama can see something in Hinata’s eyes, something wild and scared. It’s not the first time Kageyama has ever seen that look in his best friend’s eyes, like he’s trying to be brave but is also terrified of what might happen. He’s seen it before, a long time ago, when they’d fought about their super quick, and Kageyama had thrown Hinata to the ground. It had been a bad fight. That look of false bravery, that look of terrified hope, that look of what if I’m not enough… Kageyama knows that look. It’s not the first time he’s seen it, but it’s the first time he’s seen it here, in a normal school setting, where nothing should be putting Hinata at risk. Kageyama starts to say something. He needs to say something. He doesn’t want to let this moment get away from him.

But then Hinata whirls away to talk with one of his friends—poking their biceps together and moping about how they can’t crush fruit with their arms—and Kageyama doesn’t get to ask Hinata if he’d said what Kageyama thought he said. Other students distract Kageyama, and he turns away. In the back of his mind, though, he hears Hinata. The way he lowered his voice to a husky whisper, the image he put in Kageyama’s head: his thighs, wrapped around Hinata’s head. Hmm, his thighs…Hinata’s head…

A girl slaps Kageyama’s arm playfully, and another boy asks him to teach them all how to crush things with their biceps, and Kageyama slips out of his reverie and loses his train of thought. Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t important.

It could wait.

∫ ∫ ∫

Unfortunately, it seemed like it didn’t want to wait, and it could no longer be avoided or ignored. Kageyama began to notice how often he was with Hinata, how often his hands were tangled in that messy nest of red hair, how often his finger curled into Hinata’s belt loop to hold him back from running off without saying goodbye, how often he found excuses to touch his arm, brush his wrist along Hinata’s waist, tuck himself in close next to the smaller boy when they sat on the bench outside the school. It wasn’t going away. Kageyama was scared, mainly of himself. How could something so monstrously huge have slipped by him for so long? How could he only see it now that it loomed so obviously, so dangerously in front of him?

What was Hinata? Light? A gung-ho teammate and co-captain? A small bird hatched from a milky white shell, ready to fly into the vast world? Kageyama’s partner? Or was he the boy who Kageyama once showed his favorite spot to go swimming in the small river near his hometown? Was he the boy Kageyama had over his house so often, there was an extra chair at the dinner table pulled out from the basement for him? Hinata was the boy Kageyama once cradled in his arms, stroking his sweat-matted hair as Hinata puked his guts into a toilet—beer bottles strewn on the floor—and Kageyama had to be the one to tell him his dad wasn’t coming back, that he’d finally walked out for good. Hinata was the boy who’d given Kageyama a new volleyball keychain every year for his birthday for three years now: all of them were carefully arranged on the desk in Kageyama’s room, as he was too afraid he’d lose them if he actually attached them to his keys. Was Hinata all of these things? Was he more?

It bubbled inside Kageyama like molten lava in his chest, burning a hole straight through him. He was surprised no one saw into his body, no one could witness the violent trembling of his soul every time he saw Hinata enter a room, every time Hinata smiled at him. That smile, the one he used when he saw something distant and beautiful, like a crow flying against the stark white clouds, like the top of the world, like Kageyama’s eyes.

Kageyama didn’t know when this change had begun, but it took over his mind whenever he was near Hinata. It was a blankness, a numb screen of warmth that cloaked his mind and made him feel dizzy and exhilarated and terrified.

What the hell was he supposed to do with all these shitty feelings?

∫ ∫ ∫

“Bakageyama, don’t say ‘shitty,’ it’s rude.”

Kageyama blinks at Hinata. “But it’s true,” he says. “This party is shitty.”

Hinata squirms on the couch next to him. “Mhm, but you can’t say that out loud! Hitoka went to a lot of trouble to organize this and—”

Yachi—as if hearing her name—suddenly appears from the crowd of people in her living room and collapses onto the couch next to Hinata. “What a shitty party,” she sighs.

Kageyama gives Hinata a triumphant look.

Hinata glares at him, but throws an arm around his other best friend. “Hitoka, what’s wrong? I think everyone’s having a great time.”

She looks at him and smiles tiredly. “Well, sure, Shouyou, but I’m not. What was I thinking? I don’t like parties. Why would I throw one for people I barely know outside of class? Stupid.”

Kageyama crosses his arms and leans back, his triumphant grin growing smugly on his face. I told you so, his dark eyes taunt at Hinata. Hinata scowls. “Shut up, you,” he snaps. Kageyama holds up his hands and laughs.

Yachi smiles at them both. “Why don’t you boys get out of here.” She pats Hinata’s hand. “You don’t need to suffer with me if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Kageyama says, and he gets up from the couch.

“Kageyama!” Hinata gapes at him. “We can’t just leave.”

Kageyama stares at Hinata with his signature “checked-out” look that had won over so many others into solving his algebra problems for him. “Hitoka-chan said we can,” he says. “And I don’t really like anyone here except you two.” He looks at Yachi. “You should just come with us.”

Hinata turns to Yachi too. She ducks her head to hide her grin. My stupid boys, she thinks, feeling them look at her. What am I going to do without them? She looks up again. They’re both still patiently awaiting her answer. She sighs, and gets up. “No, I have to stay. If someone breaks something and I’m not here to take the blame, my mom will kill everyone in this room and then herself when she gets home.” She rolls her eyes. “You know how she is.”

Hinata nods gravely. He’s met Ms. Yachi-san once before. Once was enough. “Alright, well if you’re sure…”

Kageyama grumbles something under his breath about taking too long, and he leans down to scoop Hinata off the couch. Hinata yelps, scrambling in Kageyama’s arms, but Kageyama just slings him over his shoulder like a sack of laundry and starts elbowing his way through the other partiers. “See ya, Hitoka-chan,” he calls over the bass of the music and the cheers from the corner of the room where someone is beating a piñata with a plastic baseball bat. Yachi laughs, and she waves at Hinata, who’s resigned himself to be carried from the room. He rests his elbow on Kageyama’s back—really digging in to get a grunt out of his currier—and he leans his chin on his hand. He waves back at Yachi, rolling his eyes at her. She laughs again, and Hinata grins, and then they’re out the door, and the music fades as Kageyama makes his way down the stairs from Yachi’s floor towards the parking lot.

“Hey. Kageyama.”

Kageyama glances at Hinata. He can only see Hinata’s hair. He stops walking, taking a moment to study the back of Hinata’s head. Is this the first time he’s ever seen it off the court? The only times he ever sees the back of Hinata’s head is when he’s serving and Hinata is in front of him.

“Oi, Bakageyama.”

He finds himself leaning over, very slowly. He sniffs quietly, so Hinata can’t hear. Grass. And some kind of fruit. Lemons? Was this Hinata’s shampoo? How close was he right now to Hinata’s face? The back of his head smells so nice, what does the rest of him smell like? Does the rest of his skin look like the back of his neck too? Smooth and pale and silky and—

“Ka-ge-ya-ma!”

Kageyama blinks, and he jerks his head away from Hinata. “What?”

Hinata’s voice is quiet behind him. “You can put me down now. We’re out of the party.”

“Oh.” Kageyama ignores the heat blooming in his chest. “Right. Sorry,” he mumbles. He loosens his grip on Hinata’s waist. Hinata slides off Kageyama’s shoulder and down Kageyama’s front, his shirt riding up. Kageyama’s hand accidentally brushes the skin of Hinata’s side. Was that a shiver that ran up his body? Hinata looks up at him once he’s on his own feet. He pulls his shirt back down. He fidgets with the hem, rearranging it around him properly. They’re standing under a streetlamp. Some moths bump into the light. A cloud passes in front of the moon, then disappears into the dark night sky. The streets of the city are quiet.

“Don’t be sorry,” Hinata says.

Kageyama looks down at him. Hinata looks so small in his mint green shirt and baseball cap under the light of the streetlamp and the moon. Kageyama wants to touch his face. He wants to wrap his fingers around the flute-thin bones of Hinata’s wrist. He wants to push him against a wall and see how fast it takes for their breathes to match pace. He wants…he wants…

Hinata lowers his eyes, and Kageyama remembers to breathe.

“You’re right,” he says, and he smiles down at Hinata. “I’m not.”

Hinata hums, and he sticks his hands in his pockets. “I know,” he says, nudging his shoulder into Kageyama’s side. “Bakageyama,” he says fondly.

“Dumbass,” Kageyama pokes back.

They walk down the street towards the subway, leaning into each other. Neither of them say anything about Kageyama’s arm wrapped around Hinata’s shoulders, like a shield from the things of the night. Neither of them mention Hinata’s hand wanders from his own pocket and snakes around Kageyama’s waist into the pocket on the other side, safe and warm and right.

∫ ∫ ∫

“Kageyama-kun, show us again! Please?”

Kageyama shoots Hinata a dirty look. Hinata smiles sympathetically, but he shrugs smugly and turns back to his conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Kageyama take an apple someone offers him. Several of their classmates gather around. In seconds, the apple is a crumbled mess on the floor. They whoop for Kageyama, who just wipes his arm and shakes his head. He’s still bewildered people are giving him so much attention. He usually only talks to people if he needs help with homework. Now they’re lining up to be his friend. What strange spell had Hinata woven over their classmates?

Hinata turns back to his conversation, smiling contentedly. “Like I was saying, the best sports anime is definitely Free! It’s so cool how Rin and Haru—”

A shadow covers Hinata and his desk. He looks up coolly. The kids he’s with can’t help cowering back. Cool as Kageyama has become in their three years at Karasuno, he still gives off his usual intimidating aura. Hinata, of course, takes it in stride. “Hey, Bakageyama,” he says, leaning back causal as anything to rest his head on Kageyama’s hip.

Kageyama looks down at him, then glances at the other students. They stare up at him, smiling and happy and a little awed. Kageyama pokes Hinata’s head. “Come with me,” he says. He pulls away, and Hinata nearly tumbles backwards in his chair without anything supporting him. He yelps, then rights himself at once. He grumbles something under his breath, but he gets up and joins Kageyama, who’s waiting for him at the classroom door. As soon as he’s there, Kageyama exits the room and stalks down the hallway.

“Hey, Kageyama! Wait up!”

Hinata hurries after him. Kageyama doesn’t seem to know where he’s going, but he charges straight ahead, barely waiting for Hinata to keep up with his longer legs. Hinata starts to jog to catch up. Like a sixth sense, Kageyama notices and starts jogging too. Then they’re suddenly step-for-step with each other.

Then they run.

Kageyama doesn’t know why they’re running. Hinata doesn’t even know where they’re going. But they run like they’re being chased. They run through the halls, to the main door, outdoors, jumping over their bench under the rowan tree. Their strides match pace, they leap like deer over the bike rack, they dash forth in a burst of speed, thrilling in the sleek power of their bodies side-by-side, the heat and the breathlessness, the lightning through their veins.

They stop suddenly, as if by instinct. They lean over, gasping and staring at each other.

They’ve stopped in front of the gymnasium.

Hinata gives Kageyama a look. Kageyama nods. Of course. Being captains has its benefits.

They enter the gym together.

Inside, dust motes fall through the slants of golden sunlight coming in from the windows. Their shoes squeak on the floor.

“This way,” Kageyama murmurs. He hesitates, then takes Hinata’s arm. He wraps his hand around Hinata’s bicep, gentle at first, then clinging, like at any moment Hinata might be ripped from him. He drags Hinata behind him, leading him towards the back supply closet. “In here.”

“Kageyama,” Hinata says patiently. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just…shut up and get in the closet with me.”

Hinata arches an eyebrow, but he lets the comment on his tongue slide. “Are you going to tell me why we’re hiding in a supply room, in an empty gymnasium, during our lunch break, which ends in—” He looks at the clock on the wall. “Twenty minutes.”

Kageyama opens the supply room door with his set of the captain’s keys. “Maybe,” he mumbles. His face is very red. Hinata can’t blame him. He can feel the flush in his own face. But he acts cool, steps into the dingy supply closet with his best friend, and waits to see what happens next.

Kageyama pulls the light string, and the room is dimly lit up by a tiny yellow bulb that hums at them. There’s a mop and bucket in the corner. The shelves are full of old uniforms and towels and small emergency medical kits. Some volleyballs rest on the rack against the far wall. It’s a small room, but full of familiarity. Close, but warm.

“So,” Kageyama says, and then he stops. He rocks back on his heels, staring very intently at the concrete wall directly to the right of Hinata’s face. He swallows. Hinata watches the way his throat works when he does. He licks his lips, and Kageyama’s eyes seem to latch on to that movement. Then they snap back to the wall. “So,” he says again. His voice is shaky, and Hinata suddenly wants nothing more than for Kageyama to shut up and hug him. Hinata looks up at Kageyama in surprise. That’s all he wants. Kageyama to wrap his arms around him, to wrap his arms around Kageyama. Something is bothering his best friend, and Hinata wants to fix it.

“Do you need a hug?” Hinata says at the same time Kageyama says “Kiss me.”

The only sound in the room is the lightbulb’s hum.

Hinata backs up. “Wha…”

Kageyama backs up too. His eyes are wide. He clamps his hand over his mouth. “M’m m’orry!” he says through his fingers. He covers his eyes and sinks to the floor. He’s trembling.

Hinata stares at him. He feels gutted, empty. He heard right, no doubt about that. What does this mean? Is this why Kageyama brought him all the way out here? To… To…

To kiss…me?

Hinata reaches down and grabs Kageyama’s arms. He gently pulls them away. Kageyama’s face is red and blotchy and his eyes are already wet with tears. “Oh, Tobio,” Hinata says softly. He only uses his friend’s given name when they’re alone. Right now, he feels they are very alone, but not just from school. There is a gulf between them, suddenly, a distance. A wall lunges up in front of Hinata and he can’t see Kageyama anymore.

But Hinata has scaled more dangerous mountains. He has toppled more powerful walls than this.

Hinata sits down next to Kageyama and lays his head on his partner’s shoulder. Kageyama flinches, like his touch burns, but Hinata waits patiently, and Kageyama stills. Hinata doesn’t know how long they stay like that, leaning on each other until Kageyama’s trembling goes away. He’s not sure how long after Kageyama stops shaking that they remain holding each other.

“I think,” Hinata says after a long while of silence, “that we need to talk.”

Kageyama looks at him. He’s still red and teary-eyed, but he manages a weak smile. “Dumbass,” he says. “You think?”

And so they talk.

Kageyama tells Hinata what he thinks of when he’s alone in a room with his best friend, his teammate, his partner. He talks about sitting on benches and bicycles and tournaments and setting tosses to the greatest spiker he’s ever seen, the only spiker he’s ever wanted. Kageyama tells Hinata he wants to find out how many times he has to hold Hinata’s hand before it feels normal. Because he already knows it feels right. Kageyama talks about parties and classmates and people who look at Hinata, and how jealous he gets, which he knows is ridiculous, but feels it nevertheless. He tells Hinata he doesn’t like being in large crowds, but it’s okay when Hinata is there, it’s okay if they’re together. It’s always better when Hinata is there.

“When you made all our classmates look at me, I thought you were trying to get rid of me,” Kageyama says, looking at the mop leaning against the wall. “I thought you were saying, ‘Look, Kageyama, go talk to people besides me.’”

Hinata reaches out and touches Kageyama’s arm, squeezing his bicep. He smiles fondly. “No, Bakageyama. I wanted to show you off.”

Hinata tells Kageyama about his father. How for two years he’d hid being himself from a man who didn’t know what it meant to show love or compassion to his children, who had walked out on his family and left his wife and kids alone. Hinata tells Kageyama that he’d learned to hide who he was from everyone else too. A son learns of the world from his father, and Hinata had learned the ugliest parts of it first. Hinata talks about the warmth in his gut when he sees his partner, his first friend—his everything—walk into a room. That, somehow, the world slots into place when he looks into Kageyama’s eyes. Hinata tells Kageyama how long he’s wanted to feel Kageyama’s hands on his back, around his wrists, at his waist.

“At Hitoka’s party,” Hinata says, his voice low. “Under that streetlamp, I wanted to kiss you.”

Kageyama turns to him. He reaches out his hand and cups Hinata’s chin. They stare at each other. The air trembles between them. “Do you still want to?” Kageyama whispers.

Kageyama tells Hinata how beautiful he looks under the moonlight.

Hinata tells Kageyama he thinks—a lot—about how strong Kageyama must be to carry him half a block from a party.

Kageyama talks about what goes through his mind when tosses to Hinata.

Hinata talks about graduation.

Kageyama tells Hinata he likes the way his clothes smell.

Hinata tells Kageyama he likes Kageyama’s weight pressed into his back when the eat lunch together. It’s familiar. Safe.

Kageyama talks about universities, volleyball, the future.

Hinata talks about finals, studying with friends, with Kageyama. Always with Kageyama.

“Break is over,” Hinata says, resting his head on Kageyama’s chest. He’s sitting between Kageyama’s legs splayed on either side of him. Kageyama’s back is to the wall opposite the door.

Kageyama reaches his arms around Hinata’s waist and pulls him even closer, wrapping himself around the smaller boy. “It was over an hour ago,” he says into Hinata’s hair.

Hinata tells Kageyama he’s loved him since first year.

Kageyama tells Hinata he knows.

He was stupid to think he didn’t feel the same way the entire time. He tells Hinata this. Hinata smiles.

“Kageyama,” Hinata says after they’ve both grown silent. They’ve done so much talking, they haven’t had time to listen to anything besides each other. But Hinata is listening suddenly, and he hears something that’s not Kageyama’s voice. It’s something else—smaller, but untold time more powerful. It beats in his chest, warm and strong and clear.

“Do you still want me to kiss you, Tobio?”

Kageyama looks down at Hinata. His arms are still wrapped around Hinata’s waist, his legs curled over Hinata’s knees. He couldn’t be holding on any tighter.

“Do you?” Kageyama asks.

“I do,” Hinata says.

And so he does.

There in the small room, they learn each other’s breath. They learn each other’s bodies.

Outside, the sun is setting. The gym is empty, save for the dust motes eternally falling through golden sunlight. Falling, like little moons fall towards a sun, orbiting its light forever. Falling, like two birds fall from the sky, talons clutched together, the most ancient act of trust.

Falling, like two boys falling in love.

#haikyuu!!#hq!!#kagehina #hinakage day #hq fanfic #haikyuuwriters #hinakage #hq!! fic #sageart #my writing #fluff #kinda? i mean it's not angst so i guess it falls under fluff?#this was a totally new style of writing for me idk everything about this was weird and new but i??? like it???????#how many references can you catch?

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starksinner · 7 years ago

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Such A Nerd

Summary: Peter knows that Spider-Man has fans, but what he doesn’t expect is for his best friend Y/N to take the meaning of ’super-fan’ to a whole new level.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Buncha’ Fluff

“Spider-Man, Spider-Man! Does what ever a spider can! Can he swing from a web? Take a look, overhead! Hey, there — ”

“Y/N! Oh my, c-can you stop?”

Peter ran down the hallway, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly as he saw Y/N leaned up against his locker, belting out the Spider-Man Theme Song in front of their fellow pupils.

“Aw, c'mon, Pete! I know I’m no Glee member, but-”

“You don’t have to sing - that - every time you’re waiting to meet me!”

Y/N couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her lips as she confidently moved her back from Peter’s locker, eyeing him carefully as he imputed his lock code and grabbed his History textbook.

“I’m just so happy - that my best dude - is a motherfucking superhero!”

“Shhh, Y/N! You and Ned are the only people who know - I’d like to keep it that way!” Peter’s eyes were bulging out of his head as he stared frantically around the hall.

“I can’t believe you told him first, by the way.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. “You know - Falcon is, like, my favourite Avenger - and you went to Berlin to meet him! You didn’t even mention me!”

“It wasn’t a fucking Avengers meeting! It was a Civil War - and - we were on opposite sides!” Peter grabbed her arm, guiding her down the hallway as he walked his way to fourth period.

“You could’ve webbed him up - grabbed your phone - opened up Snapchat - and made him say - ’Hey, Y/N! Peter’s told me so much about you! I love you, too! Falcon, out!’”

She gasped suddenly, yanking on Peter’s arm with such a force, he almost knocked into the lockers.

“Or even better - you coulda’ made him yell - Cut the check! … I just feel like that’s something he would say …”

“Oh my God - you’re such a nerd.” Peter muttered, locking his arm with hers as they headed up the stairs to the third floor.

“Me? A nerd?” She stared up at Peter, completely aghast, watching his curly hair bounce luxuriously as he weaved past other students.

“You and Ned practically had nerd-gasms when you saw The Last Jedi trailer! Don’t even fuck with me, Parker!”

Peter chuckled as he reached the landing, Y/N at his heels. He grabbed the handle of the door, gesturing out his arm for her to enter first.

“We’re both nerds, then - I guess.” He shrugged, looking over at her as she scrolled through Instagram, not even averting her eyes at the passing people.

“Anyways - Pete - I was thinking … pizza date after school? I’ll bring it to your place around five - pepperoni just like you like …” Y/N didn’t even look up at him, seemingly too occupied by Black Widow’s newest post to care about his wandering eyes.

“Sure. Will you help me with my English assignment while your over? I know you love Shakespeare.” He grinned slyly as he pointed to his History classroom, haulting at the door.

She srunched up her nose, raising her right hand to the sky, gripping her phone in her left. “To be - or not to be, Spider-Man! THAT - IS THE - QUESTION!”

“Oh my God, alright.” He shook his head at her amazingly, slipping into class with the other students. “I’ll catch you at five, then, nerd.”

“Hiya’, May!”

Aunt May returned Y/N’s warm grin, taking the young girls arm and inviting her in.

May grabbed the pizza box from her hands, placing it on the entrance table.

“You’re looking beautiful, Hun.” She complimented, playing with the ends of Y/N’s hair as the girl turned and took off her F/C sneakers.

Y/N looked back to her and smiled, taking in Aunt May’s dressier appearance. “Are you going out?”

“Only into town. Pick up some last minute things before everything closes.” May grinned, pointing her chin up to Peter’s room at the end of the hall. “I’ll give you two your space.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed, gripping the handles of her duffel bag tighter. “We don’t need space, Aunt May. Trust me on that. That - is never going to happen.”

May let out a short sigh, grabbing her purse from the coat rack. She sent Y/N a little wink. “Aw - c'mon! I dream of the day you two are together.”

“May - no! Please, don’t start with that!”

“Alright! Alright - fine! … I’ll see you before you leave, yes?” She grabbed her long, tan trench coat, pulling the cover up over her shoulders.

“I’ll be here. See you, May.”

Aunt May shut the door with a giddy grin, the automatic lock clicking as silence now filled the almost empty apartment.

“Peter!” Y/N yelled, sauntering over to his bedroom. She held her duffel bag in one hand, balancing the still warm pizza in the other. On the front of Peter’s door, his name in red letters flashed brightly against the baby blue paint.

She brought her knuckles against the wood, pressing her ear against it. “Are you’re pants on, Parker? You gonna’ let me in?”

On the other end of the door, she heard a loud gasp and the evident sounds of running and clothes being thrown from wall to wall.

Not a minute later, she heard the doorknob being grabbed, followed by a mumbling, aw, shit!

“Hey, Y/N.”

Peter’s hair was seemingly messy and fluffy, curly in all the wrong places and flat on the sides. His choice of a quick wardrobe, a purple Stark Enterprises sweatshirt and bright green boxers, seemed to be going against all the laws of fashion.

“You weren’t - uh -” She took a step into his room, walking around him as she eyed the boxers and dirty t-shirts on the ground, stepping around the garments like a mine field. “- doing anything … R rated - were you”?

Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shutting his door with the back of his foot. “Um - well …”

“God - Peter! Okay, then!” Y/N lightly tossed the pizza box on his dresser, his sheets not seeming like a great option. “I don’t know where to step! I don’t know what’s contaminated and what’s not!”

“It’s okay!” He reassured her, pulling his blue comforter over the top of his thin, white sheets. “Sit right there! It’s clean - I promise!”

She eyed him with fear, which he almost burst out laughing at, hesitantly sitting against his headboard that smacked against the wall as she sat on the bed. “Okay - this is - really weird …”

“Yeah, it-it is.” Peter hopped up on the opposite end, eyeing her black duffel bag that she was still clinging onto. “You’re … not sleeping over … are you?”

“Nah.” She chuckled, running her fingers over the zipper. She looked up at him, a glint of fire in her eyes. "You want me to sleep with you, Parker?“

Peter didn’t think his face could grow any redder. All the warmth in his body felt like it had traveled up to his cheeks, leaving him in a burning daze.

“W-What - wait - l-like - what, okay - like sex? Or what - Y/N -”

“Oh my God!” She grinned, pulling on the sleeves of her jacket and shrugging off the leather. “You’re such a fumbling little, ball of fluff - aren’t ya?”

Peter glared up at her in awe as she pulled her hair into a lazy, messy bun and made herself comfortable. She always did everything with such ease and confidence - it just made him grow hotter.

“I - I - Y/N, what did you mean - by sleep with? I-”

“Aw, Parker, Parker, Parker …”

“That’s for me to know-” She reached over for the pizza box, dropping it right in front of him. “-and for you to find out.”

“What year was this guy born in, again?” Peter cocked his head to the side, a slice of pepperoni pizza being held in one hand, a series of Shakespeare novels being balanced in the other.

“1564.” Y/N grunted, picking up a rather curious piece of wet paper. “If Aunt May saw this room - you’d be a crushed spider.”

Peter let out a laugh, slamming the textbooks onto his desk. He finished eating the crust off the pizza, turning to Y/N with a weary smile. “You don’t have to clean up for me, ya know?”

The H/C haired girl grimaced as she began tossing loose papers into his garbage bin. “Yeah - I’m not doing this for you. I can’t be in a room this unorganized and … smelly - it’s driving me insane, honestly.”

“Always the clean freak.” Peter muttered, a sly smile filling his cheeks as he turned his attention back to his essay, finishing up the last paragraph. “I’m finally done, yo.”

“Congrats.” Y/N backed up until her thighs hit the back of his bed. She let herself fall on the mattress, mumbling a quiet oof as she suffocated herself in the comforter.

“Are you gonna’ tell me what’s in that bag of yours?” Peter pondered, getting up from his desk. “It’s been buggin’ me all night.”

“Oh, shit! Totally fucking forgot about that.” Y/N rolled over onto her stomach, watching Peter as he stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. “You gonna’ grab it for me, or what?”

Peter nodded quickly and rushed over to the end of his bed, tossing her the duffle bag as she sat up and crossed her legs.

“Um - it’s not, like - an explosive, right?” Peter hesitantly sat down next to her, watching as her fingers gripped the zipper.

“Why? Would it be a problem if it was?”

“Little bit.”

“Okay! You’re gonna’ have to close your eyes for this!” She poked the side of his face as he glared at her questioningly.

“What is this your planning? Honestly.” He observed her carefully as she slid off his bed with the bag in her hands.

“Well - on second thought - I’ll go to the bathroom and change. It might take a while anyhow.”

“Change? Why-why are you changing?” Peter’s eyes widened as she smirked and shut the door behind her. “Y/N?!?!”

“Are you still alive in there?” Peter tapped his fingers nervously against the wall as he stood by the door frame of the bathroom, pushing his ear up to the door. “Hello? Y/N, you there?”

“Yo! Get away from the damn door and close your eyes!” After what felt hours of silence, her voice finally came through.

“Why do I gotta’-”

“Just fucking do it before I slap you across your stupid, cupcake face!”

“Fine! Fine!” Peter held up his hands in defense and wandered back to the comfort of his bed. He leaned his back against the wall and shut his eyes, propping one open as he heard the door creak open.

“Close them eyes. I know your a sneaky bitch.”

He laughed as he imagined her walking out of the bathroom, a proud smile plastered on her lips. He decided to listen to her, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Well, you know me really well.”

There was a long period of silence and shuffling before Y/N chose to speak again.

“Alrighty, Parker. Go ahead and open em’ for me.” Her voice was sweet and provocative - just like always - but Peter knew something was up.

“Okay, but - Oh my shit …”

If someone told him that - this - was happening today - he would have just shook his head and laughed. This could only be a dream … was it a dream … ?

He was completely and utterly flabbergasted. His mind was totally blank - everything was blurry and running fast. He knew his face must’ve been the colour of fire. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her - even if he tried.

Y/N stood in front of him, her hands settled on her hips, a nervous look etched across her enchanting features. She wore a skin-tight Spider-Man catsuit, accentuating everyone of her captivating curves and body parts. She looked good. She looked damn good.

“Ha - okay - I know it’s stupid - but I wanted to kinda’ surprise you and everything! You’re - like - my favorite superhero ever - which is super weird - and I know I’m a nerd and everything - but I though it was cute and funny- and-”

“Holy. Fuck.” His jaw was still to the floor as he continued to stare at her with wide eyes, his fingers gripping his sheets tight, almost as a form of support from completely loosing his shit.

Y/N’s brows furrowed, a frown dropping her lips as she focused on the silence. Her heart sank a little - he wasn’t saying anything. “You don’t like it, right? You’re gonna’ laugh at me? It was a fucking stupid idea anyway-”

“God, NO! God!” Peter jumped up from his bed, almost tripping over the forgotten, empty pizza box on the ground. He struggled for air as his breath caught in his throat. She was even more pretty up close - she literally just took his fucking breath away. Holy shit.

“God - okay - don’t slap me for sayin’ this …” He realized that his hands were growing clammy as seconds passed. What the hell was even happening, right now? “ …but - you look fuckin’ hot … Super hot. Ya know - you-you look - uh - great.”

Y/N was still and quiet for a moment before she timidly licked her dry lips and decided to make eye contact with him. She couldn’t believe she was even doing this. “Fuckin’ hot, huh? Not nerdy?”

Peter smiled as the tension between them seemed to thin out, a small smile breaking at the corner of her perfect, plump lips.

“Well - uh - no. You’re super nerdy - you look super nerdy. But I - I meant that - about you looking sexy - I mean - nice - great - y-yeah.”

She let out a roaring pit of laughter, shaking her head as she felt her cheeks threaten to turn rosy.

“Is this your way of confessing those - uh - feelin’ things I always try and hide?” She smirked as she felt him inch closer, his body heat mixing with hers.

Peter couldn’t help but laugh, the smile on her face and her little chuckle causing his skin to sweat. “I guess so … You dressin’ up as Spider-Man your way of tellin’ me?”

“Mmmm …” She grinned mischievously, glaring up at the ceiling, tapping her finger suggestively against her chin. “Not really … but this sure as hell is.”

“What’d ya’ mean by-”

Her lips brushed against his - but not innocently - she was a fucking tease. The kiss was hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding - all things she was and all things she will always be. He was loosing himself - but he was so fucking okay with it.

“I hate myself for falling for you … I hate spiders …” Her voice was only a whisper, a quiet, angelic little noise.

He couldn’t help but lean in for another, clasping his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs brushing against her warm cheeks with such softness.

“ … That makes two of us …” He laughed lightly, running his finger over her lips as she smiled and stared into his eyes.

“Can I tell you somethin’?” She held onto his arms, running her hands along the cotton of his big sweatshirt.

“Yeah …”

“ … I also got some Spider-Man t-shirts, socks, a pencil sharpener, pajamas, and a wrist watch.”

She giggled as an almost horrified look overtook his features. She pressed her forehead against his chest, trying to contain her laughter.

“Where the hell did ya’ get all that?! And why?”

“Walmart, of course! They have a bunch of your merch there. I thought it was kinda’ fucking hilarious …”

“Talk about a super-fan …” He mumbled, mostly to himself. This was doing great things for his ego, that was for sure.

“Maybe I’m your only fan …” She looked up at him, shrugging causally. “ … the shelves were all fucking full.”

“God dammit!”

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farklelucas · 7 years ago

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idk if this is a good prompt but itd be awrsome if you could write a briam roommates au

ur…. an Icon. thank u my anonymous friend. read this on ao3!!

send me prompts pls, any kind of prompts

“Nervous pacing isn’t going to help you, Liam.”

Liam spins to face Mason, who’s sitting on the bed, and glares. “You don’t get to talk, traitor,” he says. He’s half-kidding. Only half.

Predictably, Mason rolls his eyes. “Me moving in with my boyfriend is not betraying you. It’s me, moving in with my boyfriend to move further in a relationship. We have been over this, right? I wasn’t dreaming or something?”

They have been over it. A lot. But Liam is whiny. He flops down on the bed and sticks his head onto Mason’s lap. “But why do you need romance when you have friendship?” he asks innocently. Mason just stares at him. “Okay, fine. But what if my roommate is evil?”

“Your roommate will not be evil,” Mason says surely. “Corey’s foster brother knows his adopted mom.”

For a moment, Liam just blinks. Then he says, “Those were too many connections.”

Mason rolls his eyes again and shoves his head off of his thigh. Liam laughs. “Shut up. Look, I’ll tell you what. If you want, I can be here when he shows up to move in.”

Liam thinks about it. All of his life, he and Mason have been together - they grew up together, they went to school together, they went to college together. And now everything is moving in different ways. Mason is moving in with his boyfriend, they’re majoring in different things. Maybe it’s time he started growing up too.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. Even if he’s not.

The room is dead silent. Mason has just left a few minutes ago, so Liam has just been staring at his wall and trying to do homework. He’s trying and failing. His English grade is slowly slipping by him, and he’s watching and letting it happen.

Suddenly, the locks in the door click. Liam jumps to his feet and grabs the bat sitting by the foot of his bed (making a mental note to send a thank you note to his uncle for the going away present). The door swings open and a man stands behind it.

He doesn’t look like a burglar or predator, though. He has suitcases at his feet, a key in the door, and a bored expression on his face. “Is that how you greet all your roommates, or…?” he says.

Liam, embarrassed, drops the bat back to its place and sighs. “You scared me, man,” he says. He shuffles forward and sticks out his hand. “You must be Brett. I’m Liam, nice to meet you.”

Brett wrinkles his brow but nods, shaking Liam’s hand. “Pleasure’s all mine,” he says. He looks at both beds and desks. “I’m assuming the stripped bare one is mine?” he asks. Liam just nods, so Brett drags his bags over and lays them down on top. Then he turns on his heel and says, “Nice seeing you,” and walks out the door.

Liam is immediately unsettled.

Brett is… weird.

Not weird like he keeps taxidermied animals in their room. Or like he’s in a cult. Or even like he talks in his sleep. (Although, those are the first things Mason asks when Liam tells him that Brett is weird.) He’s just odd. He keeps to himself most of the time, and when he does talk to Liam, half the time he’s snarky and rude and the other half he’s almost friendly. Corey says that Theo says that Satomi, Brett’s mom (and God, that is too many people to go through), says that Brett has no filter. He say exactly what he means and doesn’t feel the need to explain himself. So far, Liam has found this to be true.

When Liam is on the phone with Mason and complains about his grades, Brett says (unprompted), “Get a tutor.” When the pizza delivery guy comes to their room, Brett comments, “He was super hot. Like, porn level hot. Do we have pepperoni?” Liam puts on National Treasure and Brett remarks, “That is the dumbest movie on the planet.” Liam doesn’t honestly have any idea what to do with him.

It’s two weeks since Brett has moved in. He’s at a class, Liam thinks, but he can’t be sure since they don’t really talk about… much of anything. He has no idea of the guy’s schedule or even what he’s majoring in. Liam’s just returned from his own class to find the door locked, so he assumes that if Brett’s not at class, he’s out somewhere.

Meanwhile, his laptop crackles with noise. “Papi, I can see you fine,” he says. “You don’t need to adjust the camera.”

For two forty-year-olds, his fathers are inept when it comes to technology. They’re supposed to be at the head of the generation of technology, leading forward a new age of technological advancement. But no, he thinks, as he watches his father squint at the computer screen. Scott and Isaac McCall are like two old people stuck in two forty-year-old’s bodies. “Sorry, Liam,” he says with a frown. “Your Uncle Stiles set it up and I don’t know how to work the damn... darn thing.”

Isaac sits next to him, drinking out of his Number One Dad mug Liam got him and wearing a scarf even though it’s barely October. He scoffs. “First, he’s eighteen, I think you can swear around him now.” Then he turns his wide smile on Liam and Liam suddenly feels homesick. “Second, it’s so good to see you, darling. How are you? When does winter break start?”

Liam chuckles. Every time he’s on the phone with either one of them, one of their first questions is always ‘when can you come home?’ or some similar variation. He’s always been close to his dads and even being a state away, from Pennsylvania to New York, rocks the typically steady boat that is their relationship. “Early December,” he answers. “And I’m fine.”

Instantly, Scott’s dark eyebrows knit together. “You don’t sound fine,” he says. Besides being very close to him, or perhaps because of it, they are also very perceptive and nosy. Of course his dad picked up on something being off. “What’s up?”

Liam glances at the clock and then leans into the camera. “My roommate? He’s weird.”

His parents just blink at him. Then Scott says, “Like white people horror movie weird?”

“No,” Liam says. “Like, no filters and stand-offish weird.” If Brett were white people horror movie weird, Liam would have already requested for another roommate.

His parents look at each other and shrug. “Maybe you just don’t know each other well enough yet,” Isaac suggests.

Scott smiles and says, “Yeah, when I met your father, I thought he was a total brat.”

“I was,” Isaac says with a shrug.

“And I thought your Uncle Stiles was a pompous dick,” Scott continues.

Abruptly, Isaac snorts. “He is.”

Scott rolls his eyes, but, still smiling, keeps talking. “What I’m saying is, just give him a chance. He could surprise you.”

Liam shrugs, but what he doesn’t say is this: I have no delusions of Brett and I getting married or being best friends for life.

He chats with his parents for a little while more, then Scott remembers he has a shift at the veterinary clinic and they have to go. “Bye, Lilo,” Isaac coos. “We love you.”

His childhood nickname hits him like a punch to the gut, and he’s twice as homesick as before. “Love you too,” he mutters, grinning at them. The screen goes black and he shuts down his laptop with a happy sigh. His dads always manage to make him feel better, even if his roommate is… questionable.

He hears a snicker and then, “Lilo, huh?”

Whoops. He hadn’t even heard Brett enter. He slowly turns and bites his lip, his shoulders tense. Brett is sitting on his bed, eyebrows raised, his shoes and jacket already off, like he’s been there for a while. How did he not even notice? “How much did you hear?” he asks gingerly.

Brett smiles, one of the first one’s Liam’s seen from him, and shrugs. “Everything from me being ‘odd’ to ‘Lilo,’” he says, and Liam groans. How did I not hear him come in?! “Don’t worry, you won’t hear me if you don’t want me to,” Brett says, like he’s Sandu or something. What Liam wants to know if Brett really thought that was the way to say that without sounding like a serial killer. “I mean, I think it’s great you and your parents get along so well. I don’t even know mine.”

That makes Liam internal monologue of pure screaming pause. “What do you mean?” he asks, frowning. “Mason told me that his boyfriend’s foster brother knows your mom.”

Brett frowns. Then he says, “That’s a lot of words coming out of a small person at once.” A flash of anger flares through Liam at the size jab, but Brett keeps talking. “Yeah, Satomi is great and all, but she adopted me when I was, like, fifteen. She was the only person unwilling to split up me and my sister. Before that, I had no one. I’ll never know who my real parents are.”

For a moment, there’s silence. He can tell that Brett’s never really told someone that before, and he wants to reach into the air and pick it out and tear it to pieces. He looks like he regrets saying it, even though Liam’s really glad he said it, because Brett’s finally said something that Liam can tell was real. And then Liam can feel it: a fluttering in his chest, a clenching of his jaw, a tense swallow. He’s a nervous talker, got it from Uncle Stiles, and he’s never learned to keep things to himself. (He can still vividly remember when his uncle snuck him out to go camping, and Isaac and Scott were so mad at Stiles and Liam and it just made him nervous, so he just blurted, “I fell in a hole!” Stiles has never let him live that one down.) “I was adopted too,” he says. Brett looks up, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “Well, I mean, obviously,” Liam babbles. “Because I have two dads, but I went looking for my birth parents, reached out to the adoption agency and everything… They didn’t want to talk to me. Neither of them.” He shrugs, looking at the floor instead of Brett. He hasn’t even told Mason about that, and certainly not his dads. “My bio mom’s new husband emailed me, said it was really hard on her to give me up and she can’t face me. I have two half-sisters in California, Alicia and Alyssa. They’re cute kids.”

He finally puts a cork on the word vomit and looks up at Brett, whose eyes are unusually soft and mouth unusually shut. He just sadly smiles at Liam for a moment, then says, “Guess we’re both just a little bit messed up, huh?”

Liam snickers and replies, “Finally, we have something in common.”

Brett outright laughs at that, seemingly surprising the both of them. Then Brett grins, real and bright. “Wanna go get some pizza?” he asks, and Liam finds he would really like to get pizza.

As the year goes on, Liam’s beginning to find himself more and more comfortable around Brett. There is no problem as far as his personality goes - in fact, Liam thinks Brett is kind of funny. Liam laughs at Brett’s bluntness and Brett appreciates Liam’s underlying snark. It’s a great relationship.

The problem, now, is about Brett’s face, body and personality. It’s all unbearably attractive.

It’s not like Liam can’t handle it; he’s had unrequited crushes before. (Garrett, third grade; Theo, fifth grade; Josh, seventh grade.) But he’s just so handsome, to the point where it’s frustrating. When he quirks his eyebrows or smirks or even calls Liam a dumb ass, Liam wants to hit something. Even when he calls him “Lilo,” it’s cute. (And he does that a lot.)

He can tell Mason is beginning to get tired of him talking about it. “I’m getting tired of you talking about it,” Mason says one day, and that really tips him off. They’re sitting next to each other in the middle of the school quad; Corey is at work, and Brett is back home visiting Satomi and Lori, so they’re hanging out. And Liam may, or may not, have been talking about Brett’s tattoo. “Dude, you wanna bang your roommate, bang your roommate. At least then all the UST will go away.”

Liam wrinkles his nose. “What’s UST? Sounds like slang for a bladder infection.”

“That’s a U.T.I.,” Mason corrects, rolling his eyes. “UST is unresolved sexual tension. You and Brett have it by the bucketloads.”

He feels his cheeks go red. Damn his fair skin - it always gives him away. “We do not have… ‘UST,’” he says weakly. They don’t. Do they?

Mason stares for a moment. “You did not just do air quotes,” he mutters, then sighs and shakes his head. “You guys most definitely have tension. Liam, he calls you ‘Lilo.’ No one but your parents get to call you Lilo. And Brett knows that, and he loves it. And he wants to bang you.” Liam attempts to protest again, and then Mason cuts in. “I’ll tell you what. If we get through the rest of the year and you and Brett haven’t had sex at least once, I’ll give you fifty dollars. If you do have sex, you pay up.”

That sounds intriguing. Liam raises his eyebrows and asks, “You sure you don’t want to make it the next three years instead?”

“I’ll be surprised if you make it to next month,” Mason says. They shake on it.

There’s a persistent knocking on the door. It must be pretty early in the morning, since neither of them are awake for their morning classes yet. “You get it,” Liam groans. Apparently, Brett hears him from his bed, because Liam hears the squeaking of the mattress and then the door clicking open and the knocking stopping. “Oh,” says the voice. “I was hoping to talk to you and your roommate.”

Liam raises his head to see a girl looking at him, unimpressed, from the doorway. Then he looks over to Brett, who’s smirking at him, wearing boxers. Only boxers. Liam feels his dick twitch in his sweatpants, and thankfully he sleeps on his stomach. He groans and puts his head back down on the pillow. “Looks like it’s just me,” he hears Brett say flatly. “What do you want?”

She sounds sarcastic and annoyed, not at all like someone who should be banging on their door this early in the morning. “I’m Hayden Romero,” she says. “I’m head of the cotillion committee, and I’m also dating Tracy Stewart. I’m coming around taking a poll about the likelihood of you voting for her for class president.”

There’s a pause for a moment, and then Brett says, “Tracy? She’s in my gender studies class. Sure, I’d vote for her. And I could probably get Liam on board, since he doesn’t care.”

“Great,” Hayden says. There’s brief pause and then the door nearly slams shut.

Liam looks up at Brett, who’s frowning down at the paper in his hands. “Well, have a good day, I guess,” he mutters, and then looks to Liam. “We have a 25% off coupon for a couple’s ticket to the cotillion.”

He only heard half that sentence. “Put a shirt on,” he mutters, and Brett rolls his eyes but obliges.

Once the shirt is on, thank God, Liam gets out of bed and pads over, looking at the flyer. “Sucks that neither of us can use it.”

Brett snorts. “Or we can just go together.”

Liam whips his head around so fast that he thinks his neck nearly breaks. Brett’s eyes are wide, staring down at the paper, and he has the deep look of regret on his face that Liam saw a few months ago when they talked about their parents for the first time. “Um,” Liam says, because that’s all he can think to say. “What?”

“Nevermind,” Brett says quickly, and Liam thinks that it’s the first time he’s ever heard Brett try to retract something he’s said. “Let’s just get ready for class.”

He stands and walks to the door, already gone before Liam has the chance to reply.

Things begin to get weird after that. Not just because Mason is constantly making snide remarks about the two of them hooking up, but because it seems as if Brett’s holding himself back. A lot. Which is really strange, because as he’s been told time and time again, Brett has no filter - he never has and he never will. Which is why it’s weird to see Brett bite his lip, screw up his eyes, and shake his head.

Liam feels so stupid. When he dies, he wants Um, what? to be printed on his gravestone, just so that people will know that he’s a complete and total idiot who probably deserved whatever it was that he got. He has no idea what he was supposed to say to Brett potentially suggesting that they should go to the cotillion together, but he knows that almost anything else would have been better that Um, what? For instance - I’d like that. Do you mean it? It’s not that great of a coupon to be honest. Okay, maybe not the last one.

A few days before the cotillion, he sees Brett linger by the tickets stand. He wants so badly to ask if he wants to go - but what if he’s misread this whole thing? He’s heard from Corey (who heard from Theo who heard from Satomi, because yes, they still do that) that he’s had girlfriends before - but that could have been a phase? Or he’s bisexual? Liam doesn’t know what to do. So he does nothing.

When Brett finally walks away, Liam sighs and turns to find Mason staring at him. The seat next to him is empty, he assumes that Corey went to go get some Starbucks or something. Liam blinks, taking in the frown and the angry set of Mason’s eyebrows. “... What?” he asks.

“You’re an idiot,” Mason sighs, shaking his head and going back to his homework. “A total idiot.” Liam doesn’t have the heart to tell him that this is something he already knows.

The light dramatically shifts as Scott moves around the phone, trying to get both Isaac and himself in frame. “You wanna know what?” he asks, finally deciding to put it down on the kitchen table and have them look down at the phone. It’s an awkward angle, for sure, and Liam is positive that soon Isaac will have to amble off and get them both chairs to sit in, but for now it works.

Liam looks around one more time for his roommate, making sure, this time, that he’s not in the room. Then he turns back to Scott and Isaac, frowning. “I wanted to know how you guys were sure that you were into each other,” he says. “Like, I know Papi did the asking, but how did you… know?”

They both just stare at him blankly for a moment. Liam rolls his eyes. Then Isaac says, “Oh, you mean, like, gaydar?”

“Exactly,” Liam mutters. “Not the term I would use, per se, but yeah. Gaydar.”

His parents look at each other, frowning, and then they turn back. “You never really know until you ask,” Scott says, with a shrug. “It’s not like there’s some magical tell that LGBT people have.”

This is not what Liam wanted to hear. He watches as Scott takes off his glasses to clean them on his shirt and Isaac wanders off screen, presumably to get them chairs. He waits until Isaac is back in frame, both sitting, and asks, “So you just… ask? And hope you don’t get punched in the face?” Because that is a very real possibility here - getting punched in the face.

Scott laughs a little. “Well, I mean, I knew your dad wasn’t going to punch me in the face,” he says. “But yeah, I just kind of asked if he’d want to go out sometime. It was terrifying.”

“Not for me,” Isaac says casually. “I knew he was bi, and I was pretty sure he liked me, so I was just biding my time.”

Liam stares at his blurry picture on the screen, and Scott stares at him in real life. “You could have told me, you know,” Scott says.

Isaac grins. “What, and ruin the fun? Besides, how would I have worked it into a conversation - ‘hey, I’m Isaac, I like boys’?”

“Why didn’t you just ask him out?” Liam asks, because this seems like a very normal and rational question.

Isaac hums and says, “It was twenty-five years ago, so I’m a little blurry on it, but I’m pretty sure that your Uncle Stiles informed me that Scott had just recently had his heart broken by a pretty girl, so I should wait it out.”

Scott rolls his eyes and Isaac laughs. “I’m going to call Stiles,” he mutters, and turns back to the phone. “Anyway, why’d you ask, Lilo?”

Once again, Liam looks over his shoulder. No sign of Brett, which is good, the sneaky bastard. He looks back and says, “I kind of like my roommate.”

“The weird one?” they ask in unison, then look at each other. Then they look back to Liam and Scott says, “The odd one?”

“That’s the one,” Liam confirms. “We’ve been becoming friends and, I don’t know, I think he likes me back but I can’t tell for sure.”

They pause thoughtfully for a moment. “My advice is just ask,” Scott reiterates. “You’ll never know if he likes you until you ask.”

“Of course he’ll like you,” Isaac fusses. “Who couldn’t love that face?”

Liam rolls his eyes. “I have to go,” he says. “Love you, Dad. Love you, Papi.”

“Love you, Lilo,” they chime, again in unison, and the screen goes dark.

He turns around, like he’ll find Brett sitting on his bed or creeping in the shadows or lurking in the doorway. None of this is true.

It’s the night of the cotillion. Every ticket is sold out, and the coupon is ripped up and in the trash. It’s been a long year, and the end of the school year is only a few weeks away.

Liam’s lounging on his bed when the door clicks open, and Brett enters, throwing himself down on his own bed. “Today blows,” he mutters, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments before sitting up and beginning to take off his boots.

“You okay?” Liam asks, sitting up and putting his homework on the table beside him.

Brett shrugs. “I’m fine,” he says. “Just annoyed, I guess. All everyone was talking about today was the cotillion.” He looks up at Liam, bites his lip, shakes his head, and looks away. “We’re, like, the only people not going.”

And there it goes again, that weird thing. The lip-head-eyes thing he does when he’s holding back. He wants so badly to know what Brett wants to say, and then he feels it - nervous flutter, tensed jaw, swallow. And he can’t stop the word vomit before it’s all coming out in a rush. “Brett, do you like boys?”

Brett looks up, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed deeper than the first time they met. “Uh,” he says. “What?”

Liam takes a deep breath and says it again, because he can hear Scott’s voice in his head, saying over and over: Just ask. “Do you like boys?” He asks slower this time, in case Brett didn’t hear him the first time.

He expects a ‘no’ or a ‘shut up’ or a punch in the face. He doesn’t get any of those things. Brett frowns and tilts his head, looking more curious than angry or upset. “Why?” he asks.

“Uh,” Liam says, and shakes himself. He won’t go with what? this time. Not again. “Well, I really, uh, like you. A lot. And I was just - when you said we should go to the cotillion together, did you mean it? Because I would’ve said yes. If you meant it.”

Brett just stares at him for a long moment. And then a smile, a true and big grin, breaks out over his beautiful, beautiful face, and Liam is taken aback. “I meant it,” Brett says, nodding. “Every word.”

Slowly, Liam feels his own face begin to smile. “Cool,” he says, because apparently he’s used his intelligent word quota for the day.

They both look over to the trashcan, where the bright pink piece of paper Hayden had handed to Brett lays crumpled up under some scrap paper and what Liam assumes is a wad of gum. “Shame we never bought those tickets,” Brett says.

“We would’ve had fun,” Liam admits.

Then Brett looks at him, the same furrow in his brow and smile on his lips. Liam’s just about to ask what he’s thinking when Brett says, “Do you trust me?” After a moment, Liam nods. “Great.” Brett stands abruptly and goes into his closet. He pulls out a big, clunky radio, and smiles at Liam. “Follow me,” he says. Liam doesn’t even hesitate.

They walk to the big hall in which the cotillion is being held, only a few blocks away from their dorm building, and Brett comes to a stop. Then he plugs in the radio and puts on whatever station he has on preset, slow and sensual jazz music coming from it. Then Brett turns to him and smiles. “Dance with me, Lilo?” he asks.

Liam, meanwhile, is too stunned to do much of anything. He looks from Brett to his bare socks to the radio to his own tattered pajamas. “What a romantic,” he says, instead of anything that could be misconstrued as real feelings. “Do you do this with all the boys?”

“No,” Brett admits, “but I did see it on a Saved by the Bell episode.” He shakes his hands, which are poised for Liam to dance with him. Liam rolls his eyes and laughs, but comes forward into Brett’s arms all the same.

They dance for a while, holding each other at a distance and looking into each other’s eyes, and Liam counts the colors of Brett’s eyes. But eventually the tension melts, and Liam tucks his head onto Brett’s chest and Brett holds him tighter. “Do you feel stupid to know that we could have been like this for months?” Liam mutters. “Because I do.”

“Imagine how useful this would have been in winter. Body warmth.” Liam laughs and pulls in tighter.

Eventually the clock in the quad strikes, and it’s eleven o’clock - half an hour until campus curfew. The dance would be ending in a few minutes. Liam sighs and pulls back. “We should go back,” he says. “It’s late.”

Brett nods and heads over to the radio, wrapping up the cord. When he’s done, he picks it up and moves to begin the walk home. Then he pauses and looks over his shoulder at Liam, saying, “You know what? I’m glad we didn’t go. Tonight was perfect.”

Liam smiles broadly, and, in some move of stupidity and braveness, strides forward and cups Brett’s face in his own. His lips are soft and supple, and his stubble scratches against Liam’s chin. “There,” he says. “Now it’s perfect.” Brett grins.

A few weeks later, after end of the year exams are finally over, Liam and Mason go to lunch. They’ve barely sat down and ordered before Mason begins speaking. “Well, I don’t know how you managed to avoid it,” he says. “But you did. I owe you, man. I really thought you and Brett would have caved by now. I mean, I would have - have you seen him?”

Liam sighs and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his wallet and puts two twentys and a ten down on the table.

For a minute, there’s complete and total silence. Mason, for once in his life, is speechless. Then Liam asks, “I don’t have to pay you fifty dollars for how each time we had sex, right?”

Mason looks up, sharply, his eyes wide and unblinking.

“I don’t think I have that kind of money,” Liam says. Mason nearly falls out of his chair.

#briam #brent x liam #liam dunbar #brett talbot #teen wolf #katie writes #i had way too much fun guys #anonymous #you got claws i got an ask

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