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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years ago

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Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 15) (B. Urie x Reader)

You stood with your back against the metal railing of the balcony, arms folded across your chest defensively as your foot tapped against the tiled floor. Right across from you was Brendon, leaning against the wall with one hand stuffed in the front pocket of his jeans and the other absentmindedly combing through his hair.

This had been the case for the last five minutes, during which neither of you uttered a single word to one another, despite that being the reason you were both standing in each other’s company in the first place.

“You know,” you sucked on your teeth, taking the initiative and breaking the silence, “usually when someone says ‘I need to talk to you’, they actually talk to you.”

The agent’s jaw muscles tensed up as he gave a small, barely noticable nod, seemingly agreeing with your words. Yet, it still took a minute before he spoke.

“What I did… pretending to die, disappearing for a year…it was stupid. It was stupid, it was irrational and I-” he started out in his usual tone, strong and confident and controlled and Brendon, but all of that faltered towards the end, and you got the tiniest of glimpses at his vulnerability, “I never should have done it.”

He didn’t look at you as he spoke, rather boring a hole in the floor with his intense stare, as he shook his head, almost as if he were disgusted with himself.

“I never should have done it,” he repeated, “I never should have left you. Not like that.”

“But you did,” you whispered, averting your gaze downwards as well. You were afraid to look at him; doing so would’ve thrown you off completely. “You did. And I just-“ you breathed out, “I just want to know why. What was so important that you had to do what you did in order to deal with it? ‘Cause ever since you came back, that’s the question that’s been burning at the back of my mind and for the life of me, I cannot figure out the answer.”

“I went looking for my brother.”

Your lips parted and your eyes narrowed, the admission shocking you. Brendon was not at all family-orientated. In fact, the only time he’d ever mentioned any sort of familial ties was when he had told you he had never met his father. He’d never even mentioned a mother, let alone a brother – so his sudden revelation that he had disappeared in search of his sibling caught you entirely off guard.

“Brother?” you furrowed your brows, your head moving forward slightly, “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“Yeah, well,” he huffed, again running his fingers through his hair, “He’s not someone I’m exactly proud to be associated with.”

“So why risk everything to go looking for him?” you pressed, failing to understand his logic or reasoning.

Pushing himself off of the wall, he stepped closer. “I needed answers,” he explained, looking you dead in the eyes, “About my family, my father… myself… and he was the only one who could give them to me.”

Nodding to show your comprehension, you uncrossed your arms and let them drop to your sides. “Willing to share that information with me?” you tried your luck, but already knew what his answer would be.

His eyes softened slightly. “Some other time. I promise.”

Even though you had every reason not to, you believed him.

“So that’s it?” you sighed, “You did it because you wanted to find your brother? Why didn’t you just tell me that? Brendon, I would have understood.”

“I know,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “But I didn’t, and I can’t change that now. Just belive me when I say that I know that it was hell for you, and I hate myself for that.”

Swallowing to try and alleviate the dryness in your throat, you looked down in embarrassment. It’s true that the past twelve months were insanely hard for you, and you did some things you weren’t proud of. For some reason, the thought of Brendon knowing of them brought along a feeling of shame. Ironic, considering he was a major cause of it.

“What did Spencer tell you?” you breathed.

“Enough.” He took a step nearer to you. “Enough to make me regret doing it in the first place. Enough to make me more ashamed of myself than I’ve ever been.” He placed two fingers under your chin and tilted your head up so that you were looking at him again. “Enough to make me promise that I will never, ever leave you again.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking it all in.

“I was so ready to kill you,” you whispered, then let out a short chuckle.

His lips twitched. “I would’vekilled me.”

“I hate you,” you reminded.

“I know,” he said softly, “Come here.”

He pulled you in gently, bringing you to his chest and holding you. His lips pressed to your forehead in a gentle kiss, then he rested his chin on top of your head, squeezing you tighter.

And just like that, all of the resentment you had been harbouring toward him melted away in a second. It was astonishing, really, how easily he had gotten you to cave in and forgive him. Mildly concerning, even.

But that was just how things were when it came to Brendon. Everything, every action, every word, every emotion was fast-paced, intense, and undisputably compelling.

Which is why even if you wanted to, you couldn’t walk away.

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The next day. Conference room, S.H.I.E.L.D HQ.

“I’m glad you guys talked it out,” Dallon said as worked on setting up the holographic displays in the middle of the room above the table, “The tension was unbearable for all of us.”

Even though his back was toward you and he couldn’t see your face, you still scrunched it up in distaste, straddling a swivvel chair as your arms dangled over the backrest.

“All of youshould get a life and stop concerning yourselves with mine,” you sassed, eliciting a half-offended laugh from the techie.

“Yours is so much more interesting, though,” he looked over his shoulder at you with an innocent smile.

Narrowing your eyes, you pursed your lips and pointed an accusatory finger his way. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, mister. I’m still unbelievable pissed at you for your part in all this, and I’ll get payback. Although, I must admit,” you tilted your head side to side, “a little bit impressed by how well you did. I can’t belive you of all people managed to keep it a secret.”

“Hey, I’m great at keeping secrets!” he defended, turning around sharply. “No need to be surprised about it!”

“That’s not what I heard,” you taunted in sing-song voice, lightly swivveling in your seat.

“What…” he started out sounding panicky but after taking a second to compose himself, folded his arms and cleared his throat before continuing, “what did you hear? Did Corvey say something about the Christmas party of 2009? Because that was not my fault.”

Stifling a laugh, you widened your eyes and made a zipping motion over your lips, letting the chair swing all the way around.

Now facing the entrance, your eyes were drawn to The Hounds as they swaggered into the room, clad in their usual tactical uniforms. You had heard about the three men before via break room conversations with some other agents, but up until now had not had the chance to see them in person for introductions.

One look at them told you everything you needed to know about the tactical team, and it was evident that their reputations did not lie.

You stood up so that you could greet them properly, the smallest of smiles gracing your features as they stopped in front of you. Reigns was the first one to step forward and extend his hand, gripping your hand in a firm but friendly handshake.

“Roman Reigns,” he introduced, deep voice reverberating off the glass walls, “pleasure to meet you. Been a long time coming.”

“Definitely has been,” you agreed.

All three men were already well aware of who you were – everyone was – so they left no oppurtunity for you to speak your name; Rollins stepped up almost immediately after.

“I’m Seth Rollins,” he spoke; his handshake was much like his voice – choppy and soft, “also known as ‘the only one on this team with brains’. Call me what you chose; I answer to both.”

His teammates showed their aversity through glares and side-eye, as you gave a short laugh at the two-toned agent’s joke.

Last but definitely not least, Ambrose moved forward, extending an arm to shove his two friends back, causing them to stumble a little. Already knowing where this was headed, Reigns and Rollins groaned; the former shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose and the latter shaking his head in disapproval.

“Dean Ambrose,” he grinned, shooting you a wink as he gently took your hand in his, “and you… are somuch hotter in person, are you kidding me- hey!”

His head jerked around sharply so that he could scowl at Rollins, who had given him a solid slap on the back of his neck.

“Not this one, bro,” Rollins reminded in a hushed tone, “Unless you have a death wish.”

“What?” Ambrose pointed at himself. “I was just being nice.”

Speaking up, you diffused the situation. “Thank you for the compliment, Dean,” you smiled, then raised one brow and nudged him with your elbow, “You’re pretty hot, yourself.”

“Ha!” the blue-eyed agent’s face lit up as he laughed, chucking a triumphant look at his two friends before moving to throw one arm around your shoulders, “See… I have a feeling we’re gonna be great friends. Hey, there he is!”

Spotting Brendon entering the room, Ambrose extended both of his arms to the sides. The brooding agent tossed a fleeting look at you and the Hound as he strolled in, showing that he had spotted the half-embrace you had been in, but said nothing about it.

“Your majesty,” Ambrose greeted Brendon, dropping down into a series of bows.

Scoffing, Brendon shook his head. “Stand your stupid ass up.”

“Aw, I missed you, too,” the Hound stood up and poked Brendon’s cheek affectionately.

Smacking the intruding hand away, Brendon greeted Reigns and Rollins with what you assumed to be some sort of secret handshake, then made his way over to the table.

“Alright, Weekes,” he breathed, pulling up his sleeves and leaning open-palmed on the glass tabletop, “Do your thing.”

“With pleasure,” the techie smiled. After pressing a few buttons on his display, he sent an array of information flying into the space above the table.

The rest of you gathered around, taking in as much as you could as you looked on at the various pictures and pieces of information. Once he had eveything he needed to explain, Dallon began the brief.

“I’ll keep this as short as possible, which,” the techie skewed his mouth to the side, his fingers twirling a pen, “won’t be that hard, considering there’s not much we know about this particular mission. Basically…” he pointed at profile shots of a group of people at the edge of the hologram, “young couples are being abducted in major cities all over the world. There’s been over twenty reported cases so far. All within roughly the same age group, good physical condition, and with barely any family or friends. In fact, the only reason most of them were reported missing was because their employers became concerned when they stopped showing up to work.”

“Runaways?” Rollins queried, dwelling on the fact that the victims weren’t family orientated.

Dallon shrugged. “Potentially. Although their way of living shows no indication of it.”

“How did this fall onto S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Reigns backed you up, frowning slightly, “Sounds more like a FBI or Interpol gig, to me.”

With a toothy grin, Dallon pointed his pen between the two of you. “Ah, but here’s the kicker.” The techie dished out tablets to each of you, and you all immediately looked down at what was on the screen. “The abductees? They’ve been spotted in various countries, and witnesses describe them as having ‘superhuman abilities’.”

“Yep, that sounds more like our kinda thing,” Ambrose pursed his lips.

Everyone in the room exchanged a look after finishing reading through the information on your tablets. The agreement was unspoken.

“Alright,” Brendon said as he placed his device onto the table, “Where are we headed?”

Dallon gave a devilish smirk. “Vegas.”

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pastorg7 · 6 years ago

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Jesus Christ- Our First Responder

G sermon time I want you to imagine yourself at a dinner party. You've just finished the main course and are quaffing down the last few drops of that delicious Rioja you apportioned to yourself early on. You are full to brimming, but still looking forward to that chocolate desert you spotted in the fridge. You feel happy, bathed in the bonhomie of good company and the gentle hum of conversation. Suddenly you start to feel lightheaded, there's a tightness in your chest, you struggle to breathe, you try to get up but your legs just buckle from beneath you.

You wake up. You are conscious at least, but you can't speak or even move. it's probably a stroke; and the concerned voices you hear assure you that help is coming. You listen to the conversation-

Someone ask's "What should we do?" Suggestions abound "Maybe we should give mouth to mouth". "I'll get some paracetamol"; "Let's check the symptoms on the internet" As you lay dying on the floor, unable to speak or even move that voice inside your head is screaming "CALL THE F***ING AMBULANCE" More redundant suggestions fall like acid, corroding the last vestiges of hope, as the darkness begins to swirl more quickly around you and their voices fade into an all encompassing web of shadows which seems to swallow up everything, even hope.

O.K Pastor G where are you going with this. Why didn't they call the ambulance? Maybe they don't believe in ambulances???? Perhaps they question the existence of phones?????? Ah now Pastor G that's just stupid. So easy to prove that both exist, is it not?

I agree; and I would like to extend the same logic to God ( don't worry i will get back to the story in a moment). I have spoken many times about proofs for God's existence and won't be rehashing them here. If you see a book, you assume an author. Why? Because those characters that comprise language are intelligible to you and every book has an author. What about you? What's the most complex language in the universe? The language of DNA that is written in every cell of your body . It's so complicated that we only acquired the ability to discern it a few decades ago (hat tip to Watson and Crick). The arrangement of your DNA into YOU was deliberate and EVIDENCE of a designer.. If you cannot accept that then logically you would have to accept that simpler things such as jumbo jets could result from a hurricane in a scrap yard. One of the greatest arguments for God's existence is the Fine tuning /cosmological constant argument- we're talking about fine tuning of a unimaginable magnitude -10 to the 120 DECIMAL PLACES.( I've included a short video explaining this).

Ambulances exist, Telephones exist + GOD EXISTS.

i have written extensively on why I believe in The God of the Bible. You are welcome to peruse my posts on this point.

So God exists and Jesus Christ is his only begotten Son. What has that got to do with telephones and ambulances???

When Jesus went about His ministry on this earth, He did some incredible things; he healed the sick He gave sight to the blind He walked on water HE RAISED THE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yet what did His disciples ask Him to teach them? "LORD,TEACH US TO PRAY" Matthew 6:5, Luke 11: 1-4. God, Our Creator, Our Heavenly Father is on the Line and it's a collect call. All we have to do is pick up that phone and dial the right number. Jesus Himself made the promise

" And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.” "IF you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you." John 15:7 We all face troubles and often "they come not single spies, but in battalions". Bereavement, marriage breakdown, redundancy......... You can try to face them alone. But why not MAKE THAT CALL; REACH OUT FOR THE FIRST RESPONDER. THE AMBULANCE WILL COME...........

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Gerry Johnson

6 days ago

Luke 15 : 7 "In the same way, there is more joy in heaven over one lost sinner who repents and returns to God than over ninety-nine others who are righteous and haven't strayed away!

Some of the most amazing Christian stories are the ones where God reached down and caused a 180 degree change in that person. Two of my favourite saints are exemplars of that phenomenon ; namely St. Paul and St Dismas. You're all familiar with Paul's conversion on the road to Damascus- Jesus appeared to him in a blinding light saying "Saul why are you persecuting me?". Saint Paul became the greatest evangelist in history and died a martyr's death. Saint Dismas anyone???? He was the good thief crucified beside Jesus. He accepted his wrongdoing and asked Jesus to forgive him. With the last ounce of strength as wave after wave of pain engulfed His Dying body, The Saviour fixed him with a look of pure love assuring him that "Today, you will be with me in Paradise"

I could add myself to that list, but I am not yet a saint!!!! Anyone who has known me for the last half century may testify to the Magnitude of my conversion.

There is someone whom I believe has entered the Pantheon of Saints, in February 2017- Norma Mc Corvey. I sense blank looks in the audience. Jane Roe ring any bells. Yip, the Jane Doe in the infamous Roe VS Wade stain on American jurisprudence

Just think of that; You didn't even know her real name. She was used by a far left lawyer to push for Abortion, given that her home state (Texas) banned the murderous procedure. She was an unwitting pawn in a game that didn't give a whit about her.

Fact number 2 that I bet you didn't know about Norma- SHE NEVER HAD AN ABORTION. In fact the child she wanted to abort was given up for adoption and has her own beautiful family.

Norma McCorvey had it tough. The following is an excerpt from an article I've linked to -

"She was the ninth child of poor rural parents who could not afford her and soon divorced. She was raped repeatedly by her mother’s cousin as a child, and by her own account she would deliberately get caught stealing from local stores so that she would be sent to reform school, which she preferred to her family home. “I beat the fuck out of her,” her mother Mary told Vanity Fair in 2013.

McCorvey was married at 16 to a man who left her when she became pregnant, and when the child was born her mother tricked her into relinquishing custody, claiming that the forms she signed were for “insurance.” She became homeless, and struggled with alcohol, drugs, and suicidal depression. "

She became a pro-choice advocate (working for the next 20 years at a Planned Parenthood death camp). She decided to identify as lesbian and lived with her female partner for 35 years.

Remember Paul- who was busy persecuting and killing the early Christians; and yet was chosen by Christ to bring the Word of God to the Gentiles.

Jesus entered Norma's life in 1995, through the great Pastor Benham. She broke through the sinful "chrysalis" that was keeping her in a slug like state of (dis)grace and became a spiritual "butterfly" who soared toward The Father.

Real Christianity runs on the twin tracks of transformation and love. It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society

“Finding yourself" is not really how it works. You aren't a ten-dollar bill in last winter's coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people's opinions, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. "Finding yourself" is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.” ― Emily McDowell

https://newrepublic.com/article/140793/culture-wars-norma-mccorvey

The Conversion of Norma McCorvey - YouTubeThe Diocese of Fresno Family Life Ministry and KNXT TV are featuring a Randall Terry documentary film on the life story of Norma McCorvey, the Jane Roe of Ro...www.youtube.com

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edgy-fluffball · 7 years ago

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Happy New Year, Amigo

I wrote something for New Year’s Eve, initiallywith an estimated word count of 2,500 words... now there are 6943. I really cannot write short things.

Anyways, Happy New Year to everyone reading this! May 2018 be a year filled with happiness!

‘Are you ready, Steven? Your father and I want to leave at four!’

‘No, Mum, I’m not ready yet. Why are you already stressing out, it’s barely noon!’ Steve looked up from his schoolwork and rolled his eyes at the closed door.

‘We’ll be in the car for more than three hours, Steven, and we really need to leave on time to make it until eight!’

‘Yes, Mum!’

His parents had told him to be prepared in case they wanted him to join them at the party they were to attend. He had deflected by talking about homework. A tiny part of his mind had hoped they would leave it at that. Hearing his mother from the hallway brought reality closer again, Steve was reminded of how he could not outrun the duties his father pushed onto him.

‘I just want us to be on time and prepared, Steven, can you understand that?’

‘Yes Mum, I get it and I appreciate telling me early enough,’ he got up and opened the door to let his mother in.

‘I thought you and Nancy would need a bit of time to get ready once your father had decided to take you.’

Steve stopped dead in his tracks, one hand stuck into his wardrobe, the other one holding the loose door back to keep it from hitting him in the back. He turned around to face his mother who smiled at him with the brightness of a sunray. She held a few folded up, ironed shirts in her hands that belonged in Steve’s dresser.

‘What do you mean?’ Steve turned around completely and ran his fingers through his hair.

‘Well, your father thought it could be boring for you on your own at this business dinner, so he notified the host that he would take his son and a companion. Isn’t that considerate?’ His mother practically beamed, and yet, Steve felt the infallible whirring swell in his ears that signified a freak-out.

‘Mum – Nancy and I broke up. Two months ago, did you not catch that? I know I told you, I even remember the day; it was two days after I got into that fight in November…you didn’t listen to me, am I not right? Tell me I’m not right!’

His mother did not manage to answer, instead she just stared at him, polo-shirts held out for him to take, her look at him empty. Steve sighed and took the clothes from her hands.

‘It’s okay, Mum. I shouldn’t have reacted that testily,’ Steve put the shirts and a single sock away.

His mother still stared at him when he turned back around from his dresser, her arms now hanging down her sides without purpose. She was already wearing the new jewellery she had gotten for Christmas, and her sequinned dress for special occasions, most of them being business dinners.

‘Where are we going exactly? Dad said we would visit friends?’

His mother seemed to perk up, ‘Chicago, Steven. We are invited to celebrate New Year’s with the Corveys, I don’t know if you remember them, they host a dinner every year. Your father got to do business again with Mr Corvey this year. His company re-joined the list of your father’s clients back in June but –‘

‘– now Dad needs to keep making an impression in order to keep him as a client. I know the drill, Mum. Is that why you wanted me to take Nancy as well? Because a dinner would be too boring for me to endure on my own?’

‘Actually, son,’ his father entered his room behind his mother, two ties in his hands, ‘it’s not a dinner. It’s a party. We will stay overnight at James and Linda’s, they were nice enough to offer us their guest room. Many of the big clients will be there and of course I was expected to attend as well, bring my family, and socialize.’

He turned to face the mirror Steve kept in his room, holding up the ties, examining them next to his shirt. A wrinkle formed on his forehead, he turned around again and handed the ties to his wife.

‘You are bringing Nancy?’

Steve felt his blood rush in his ears, he could taste something sour in his mouth.

‘I just told Mum, for the third time: we broke up!’

‘Well, ask her anyway. She could use a few contacts outside of Hawkins for sure,’ his father lifted a mustard yellow tie up to his chin and looked at his wife questioningly, ‘I wouldn’t let such a hiccup stop me from doing something for her, son.’

Steve swallowed dry, ‘I can’t, father. We broke up, she has a new boyfriend now – and you know that the Wheelers celebrate New Year’s together with the Byers every year, anyway!’

‘Well, I can’t show up at the Corvey’s with just my son, what impression would that make? Think of something, Steven, I told James I would come with your mother, you, and a companion for you. It is up to you to find someone that will come along to fill up the table we will be sitting at. Mrs. Corvey doesn’t like empty chairs.’

Having said that, he left the room, leaving his wife to shrug apologetically. Steve could not bring himself to get annoyed. He knew the drill, indeed. First, his mother would suggest something seemingly private, something nice where they could maybe talk and spend some time together – then his father would come out with the truth. Usually, that meant business talks, duties to fulfil, and roles to play.

Still, he never gave up hope. Not once had he resigned and told his mother to save it, not once had he not even thought about the possibility that this time, out of all the times they had come to him, would be the one time they meant for it to be family time.

‘I put your suit in the bath room, sweetheart, pick a nice tie for me and we are all set,’ his mother smiled at him, ‘and maybe you can still find someone to join us. Don’t you know someone who might want to get away from Hawkins for a night?’

Steve shook his head and dropped back onto his bed, ‘I’ll think about it and make some calls, Mum. Thank you for letting me know so early.’

He couldn’t hide the bitterness in his voice this time and his mother left, following her husband downstairs, without saying another word. Steve dropped onto his bed, covering his face with his hands. There was no way Nancy would agree to come to Chicago on New Year’s Eve to play happy family. There was no way Steve himself would play along in the scheme he had left years prior. Only his mother’s kind smile and the honesty in her eyes when she lied to him let him agree to their shenanigans whenever they came to them.

It was two before he rolled out of his bed and started to actively think of an alternative to Nancy. Tommy and Carol didn’t even cross his mind, the kids were too young and uncontrollable and every other person from school he could think of felt just out of place. None of them would be able to blend in with a cheery, colourful crowd; none of them would be able to carry on a conversation; none of them would be able to leave Hawkins’ greyness behind.

Except, there was one person, one person who hadn’t grown up surrounded by woods and gloominess, one person who possessed enough charm to bewitch a room full of stones – one person who would not be caught dead in the same room as Steve or a bunch of business people. He put a jacket on – the suit would only wrinkle – grabbed his car keys from his desk and made his way downstairs.

‘I’m trying to get a friend to go with me,’ he yelled down the hallway, where he suspected his parents were, ‘See you later!’

Speeding down the road, he thought of what he was going to do. There was a thin line between annoying his parents and risking his life, and he intended to play on the factors that would either help or disrupt his plan, exploiting the grey area that opened up along the line. He turned the volume on his radio up, trying to block out the nagging feeling that he was doing something stupid.

When he pulled up in front of the simple house he felt his heart beat in his throat. He walked up the few steps to the front door, lifted his hand and knocked. He listened carefully, waiting for the faintest sound inside. Once he had heard steps he put on an expression that hopefully seemed bored enough for his cause.

He had never seen the man opening the door but Steve forbid himself to show any interest. Instead, he drawled a ‘Hi.’

‘And who are you?’

‘My name’s Steve. Steve Harrington. I’m here for Billy?’ Steve had heard enough about Mr. Hargrove from Max to know he had to be careful, ‘I wanted to ask if he might want to join my family for New Year’s.’

‘Well, Steve, in this household we celebrate together as a family. I am sorry but you will have to do without my son tonight.’

Steve didn’t miss the edge in Mr. Hargrove’s voice but he had a mission to accomplish. Uncowed he swayed on his heels.

‘It’s just this huge business dinner in Chicago. My Dad would like me to bring someone else in case he finally finds someone with an eye for the business – I guess I’m too big of a disappointment and he needs someone to shine. It’s a lot of playing nice and making conversation, I just now that Billy is good at that stuff, and he might get some insight and contacts out of it…’

‘And you thought of my son?’

‘I’m on the basketball team with Billy. We talked a few times and he mentioned being interested in business transactions, and when my Dad approached me today, I thought of him. That’s…why I’m here.’

Mr. Hargrove still eyed him suspiciously, ‘He could go to Chicago with you and your parents, celebrate New Year’s with a bunch of businessmen, and establish contacts that might help even my useless son to gain a foothold in the professional world?’

‘All he needs to do is put on a suit and be ready at four, we will pick him up and –‘

‘You are not going to tell him yourself?’ Mr. Hargrove crossed his arms over his chest, ‘He’s upstairs, in his room.’

He stepped aside, motioning for Steve to come in. His gaze followed him as he climbed the stairs and made his way to the one closed door in the hallway. Metallica blasted behind it. Steve swallowed dry. Facing Mr. Hargrove and lying to him seemed easy compared to what came next in his plan.

His knock went unnoticed, Steve opened the door and stepped inside the room. Again, he forced himself not to look around. A single moment of inattention could lead to a broken nose or worse, he reminded himself.

‘Harrington? Look what the cat dragged in – looks like the fucking queen of nitwits! Do you want to start the new year as the official –‘

‘I’m offering you the opportunity to start the new year far away from your father, in Chicago. Also, it will piss off my father. What do you say?’

Steve had not felt certain about his plan before standing face to face with Billy. The surprised look the other boy showed on recognizing him, however, made it worthwhile. They stared each other down, both eager to come out on top.

‘You don’t like me, I get that,’ Steve felt like he was giving in, it pained him to be the one making the first move, ‘but Max told me a few things and I got the feeling that New Year’s with a bunch of strangers might be the more enjoyable option. Which is what I’m proposing, I guess.’

Billy didn’t respond but came closer. Steve cleared his throat, ‘Your Dad thinks we at least talk, don’t ruin that by decking me. May I explain?’

‘You went to my father first to ensure I wouldn’t get to you? That’s actually cleverer than I had expected from you.’

Steve chose to ignore the hidden insult, ‘My parents attend a party in Chicago tonight. There will be mostly clients and possible future clients of my father’s, he told me to come and take someone else as well. Since I do not intend to just be meek and mild about it, I thought of you. It’s a win-win-situation really, I get to annoy my parents by taking the worst imaginable companion, and you get to stay away from your father for a night.’

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for a reaction from Billy. For a moment it seemed like he was waiting to no avail. The reaction he got in the end was the one he had not expected: Billy barked out a laugh, deep and raspy, with an edge to it that had Steve shuddering.

‘Not bad, Harrington, not bad at all. I’m impressed, honestly – who would’ve thought King Steve to be such a manipulative piece of shit!’ Billy had cornered him but Steve refused to be intimidated.

‘What do you say?’

Billy looked at him in silence for another twenty seconds, Steve started to count in his head to keep himself occupied without worrying about what could happen next. Then, he stepped back suddenly.

‘You want to piss of your parents, pretty boy? What do you need me to do?’

Steve could just barely hide his sigh of relief, ‘My parents want to leave at four from my house, can you be there on time with things for one night? Also, as it is a pretty fancy event, a suit would be appropriate, sensible shoes and maybe not the leather jacket. Also – button your shirt up, will you?’

‘Funny, Harrington, now who wold have thought that?’ Billy licked his lips, grinned and nodded towards his wardrobe, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you at four.’

Steve took his leave after that, he passed Mr. Hargrove on his way out and slowed down for a moment.

‘If Billy could be at my place at four, that would be good. I’ll give him a lift tomorrow morning. Have a good night and happy new year,’ he repeated and smiled at Neil Hargrove, ‘Nice to meet you, Mr. Hargrove.’

He extended one hand that the man shook, then Steve returned to his car. Once he sat behind the wheel he felt himself relax a bit. He had survived something Max had called ‘a disaster’, a visit at the Hargrove’s. Even more, he had a companion for the Corvey’s New Year’s-Party that should be the talk of the party. Maybe Billy was even more interesting that his own plans for the future, which Mr. Corvey liked to discuss in front of him with his father, but without Steve’s participation.

His mother was already waiting for him when he arrived back home, fussing about the time remaining and the still missing companion. Steve warded her off by locking himself into the bath room. He needed to take a shower and do his hair before Billy came over.

He finished up just before four by pulling his heavy wool coat on. The last thing he did before leaving his room, was double-checking his looks in the mirror. He had opted for the usual for an occasion like this, his hairdo a little tamer than at school but with a few extra curls because he hadn’t followed through on his whole blow-drying procedure, leaving the few baby hairs in his neck to air dry, curling in the progress. Before he even saw his mother standing at the door he could hear her talking to someone. Steve hurried downstairs, prepared to explain how he came to be friends with someone like Billy – but then, one glance had him stop dead in his tracks.

He hadn’t seen Billy with carefully combed hair before. It had lost its usual, dull appearance and unkempt look. Instead, he had slicked back his curls into a quiff with one strand dangling down at his temple. Even his clothes looked different from anything Steve had seen him wear, the evening of their collision had been as close to Billy looking smart as possible for Steve to imagine. He was taken aback by what he saw now. The first thing he noticed was the lack of skin showing. Billy had buttoned up his blue shirt up to his neck. His jacket looked a bit too wide for him; Steve suspected it belonged to his father initially.

‘Oh Steven, there you are,’ his mother plucked something in place on her head, ‘I just opened the door for Billy. Isn’t it nice to have him as well? You will have a playmate tonight!’

Steve just smiled weakly at her remark and set about getting his mother’s fur coat.

‘Please, let me,’ Billy smiled and relieved Steve from the coat, ‘this is a very nice fur, Mrs. Harrington. Is it mink?’

He left Steve standing in the middle of the foyer, offered his mother his arm, and led her outside, towards the car. Steve gaped at the sight, suddenly doubting his great idea of coaxing Billy into attending the Corvey’s party. Of course, he had heard about his charm and enchanting nature, but seeing it made a difference. He followed Billy and his mother outside.

To mark the occasion, his father had gotten the Porsche cleaned up and good to go. It got cosy inside the sports car, Billy and Steve had to squeeze their legs in the small gap between the seats to fit in. Steve heard his mother switch on the radio as soon as they had left Hawkins. His father preferred a drive in silence with nothing but the engine to be heard, whereas his mother would not drive longer than one hour without white noise in the background.

On this particular day it might have been the dead silence in the backseat as well. She turned the volume up on a particular song and began to sing along.

‘You’re from California, aren’t you, Billy?’ she asked, turning her head back to them, ‘Isn’t this fitting?’

“California Dreamin” blasted through the car as they drove towards Chicago in silence.

Steve dared to look to Billy’s side once, regretting it immediately. He spotted something like sorrow, sadness or longing, but couldn’t pinpoint which one in particular. Billy leaned his head against the window and looked out in the increasing darkness. To Steve it was obvious that Billy had not intended to be confronted with memories of California in any way on this evening, suddenly feeling bad for having caused it. Billy looked sad and Steve felt guilt pinching his conscience. Maybe the idea of getting him away from his father, even for one night, had not been the grand solution he had hoped for.

His own problems re-surfaced forty miles from Chicago. Waiting for it had made the otherwise eventless drive keep him on edge. With every exit they didn’t take, every street sign, Steve felt the impending obligations be lowered a bit more until his father looked at him in the rear view mirror.

‘Steven,’ more wasn’t needed, Steve knew what came next. He lowered his head to show he was listening, ‘You know well enough what is on stake today for the business. I will need you to make the best impression. Mr. Corvey knows you, he will want to talk to you about the future of our company. What will be your strategy?’

‘I will agree to whatever he says, show interest in made agreements, and attempt to lure him into making further connections.’

‘Attempt, Steven?’

‘I will make sure he won’t do business with anyone but us,’ Steve replied automatically, ‘Mr. Corvey will be pleased to hear that I will join the company soon.’

It hurt.

‘What is your strategy with Mrs. Corvey and her bunch of cows?’

‘Charms. She is going to be enchanted by my smile and pleasant conversation. If anything doesn’t go according to plan, she will be telling her husband to do business with us. So will the other wives.’

‘Good boy,’ his father looked ahead onto the street, a satisfied smile on his lips, ‘we can talk about your involvement in the company again once we get back. I might be able to get you started on more than an unpaid internship, if tonight turns out to be a success.’

Steve settled back against the window, exhaling quietly to not disturb the silence in the car. He felt lightheaded enough to almost miss his father’s last remark, a cold, stinging reminder of who he had to be.

‘Just don’t disappoint and embarrass me again.’

Steve closed his eyes, a reaction wasn’t necessary and not what his father wanted to hear, anyway. He ducked his head away, out of the range of the rear view mirror. His father didn’t need to see the tears in his eyes or the pain in the corners of his mouth when he pulled them up into the smile his mother liked so much – although she never saw it these days.

A slight stirring let him wipe at his eyes furtively before looking back up. He turned his head slightly, letting a shadow cover his eyes. Billy met his gaze, his eyes widened and filled with surprised bewilderment. Steve held the gaze for a moment before resuming to watch the lights outside the car chase by. He didn’t want to see Billy realize why Steve had asked for him to join his family.

The Corvey’s lived in a mansion in the suburbs, Steve knew their driveway from prior business meetings he had been dragged to. Billy, however, stared at the house with little less than stunned amazement in his eyes.

‘You come here every year, Harrington?’ he asked and fell behind a few steps.

Steve joined him, cautiously looking up to the house and the lit windows, ‘Yes, Dad and Mr. Corvey have been doing business for a few years now. We just don’t get invited to the New Year’s party usually.’

Billy nodded along, ‘So that means that your father is now making a big step towards doing regular business with this man?’

‘He became a client last year. My father needs to keep him on his list of clients,’ Steve felt his hands start to shake, ‘We need to help him.’

Billy stayed silent until they had entered the house. Mr. and Mrs. Corvey came to greet them, both dressed in the newest fashion trends, urging their housekeeper to take their coats. Even before Steve had been able to take it off, Mrs. Corvey already pinched his cheek, telling him how much he had grown and what a handsome young man he had turned out to be. She then moved on to his mother, assuring her that her son was just precious, a real gem, and surely popular with the ladies. Her double chin wiggled as she spoke and Steve felt the urge to flee before she would turn towards Billy.

‘Now who might that be?’

Steve cleared his throat, ready to introduce Billy, but his father was faster.

‘This young man here is William Hargrove, a friend of Steve’s. My son tells me he has an interest for the business and wants to sniff out possible contacts, if you understand what I mean,’ he laughed, his smile not reaching his eyes as he turned towards Mr. Corvey again.

‘Please, Mrs. Corvey – Billy is just fine,’ Billy grinned and kissed Mrs. Corvey’s hand, ‘You have a lovely home, Mrs. Corvey.’

‘Young man, you are behaving outrageously – one could think I were some kind of housewife! Please, let me show you the parlor. Bertie, take care of the Harringtons, will you? I seem to have found my piece of conversation for tonight!’

With that Mrs. Corvey dragged Billy away who smiled at her and continued to converse with her. She left Steve to her husband, Mr. Corvey motioned for him and his parents to follow him and fell in step with him.

‘Steven, your father tells me that you will join the company soon after graduating. Isn’t it wonderful to know your place in life is secure and already waiting for you?’ Mr. Corvey seemed to wait for Steve’s answer.

‘Yes, Mr. Corvey. It is a wonderful relieving feeling – and the prospect of working with such experienced and distinguished people as yourself is another motivator that cannot fail to impress me,’ Steve heard himself say scripted lines as if he had left his body to watch from afar how he got to say the one thing he always said.

‘Great! Great, my boy, you will love the work world, don’t I always say that?’

With this Mr. Corvey turned around to his father. The ensuing conversation included talks about business, partners, and mutual interests, topics Steve hated – but while his mother could join the group of wives at the buffet, he had to stay behind to listen to his father, Mr. Corvey and every other business man present at the party.

They had hired a band that played a few nostalgic songs, once in a while one of the painted ladies dragged her respective husband off to dance, a duty most of the men fulfilled with their faces barely containing the annoyance of being pulled from the conversation. Steve looked around. The first men had taken off their jackets, Mrs. Corvey insisted on all chairs being occupied or at least covered with a suit jacket. He knew he wouldn’t get to sit down a lot, so Steve took of his grey jacket and hung it over the backrest of a nearby empty chair. Immediately, he felt more comfortable. At least, he thought, the Roths didn’t seem to have come, he wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room with them.

He caught someone’s gaze across the room. Nice, blue eyes looked at him with an expression of worry that seemed to dull their shine a bit. It took him a moment to recognize Billy who was still surrounded by the lonely, chattering wives. Steve felt his breathing quite presently, he had not yet been able to eat anything and his stomach felt accordingly. A fluttering spread through his stomach and Steve prayed he wouldn’t collapse. Nothing would infuriate his father more on this evening.

‘Excuse me, sir, but do you need Steve right now?’

Mr. Corvey looked up at Billy, his watery eyes blinking rapidly, ‘No, not at the moment. Although we are discussing quite an interesting matter right now –‘

‘Oh I believe it is, Mr. Corvey. I had just hoped to get Steve to explain your wonderful buffet to me, I don’t speak French and am at a loss with the signage without him,’ Billy smiled easily, grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him away as soon as Mr. Corvey nodded.

‘Thank you,’ Steve mouthed as they made their way towards the buffet tables, ‘I owe you.’

‘Not quite, Harrington,’ Billy took a plate and began to load food onto it, ‘I just balanced out our equation. You got me away from my father tonight, I got you away from the business talk. Will they miss you?’

‘Not my father and Mr. Corvey,’ Steve stood next to him and sighed, ‘I have done my part. And this year, it went according to plan. Let’s get out of here!’

He opened the balcony door, relying on Mrs. Corvey providing a space for the smokers. And just as he hoped, a garden table and chairs stood in one corner of the balcony, an ashtray on the tabletop, and blankets had been placed over the backrests of the chairs.

‘Now this is what I call comfortable,’ Billy sat, setting his plate down in the process, ‘how often have you been here on New Year’s? You seem to know this place through and through.’

‘Dad started to do business with Mr. Corvey in seventy-six and has been invited over ever since. I was always there, a cute little kid to weaken any argument against my father. Even businessmen tend to be kinder around a child, apparently.’

‘He used your cuteness?’ Billy started eating, Steve nodded and dug in as well.

A moment later he stopped, staring at Billy, ‘Did you just call me cute?’

Billy chuckled, it sounded even softer than the voice he had used on Mrs. Corvey and her companions. He pulled his packet of cigarettes from his pocket, put one between his lips and lit it. They sat in silence for some time, finishing whatever they had on their plates. Once they had eaten what the Corveys had provided, Billy sat straighter, examining Steve opposite from him.

‘What happened?’

‘What do you mean?’ Steve sat back, trying to escape Billy’s gaze as far as possible.

‘Your father is a lot worse than mine when it comes to hiding something. You embarrassed him? What happened?’

Steve felt blood warm his cheeks. He tried to think of something to reply, a jaunty line, but Billy stared at him, not even batting an eye in the process. Then he leaned forward, cigarette dangling from his lips.

‘You had a reason to get me here tonight, didn’t you? Something went wrong the last time, and you had to start the year with the feeling of having disappointed father dear. What happened that made my presence not only bearable but almost required?’

‘I thought you would distract them all from the usual stuff. The wives usually talk down on me as if I was still five years old, then men are focussing on their business talks and I’m not able to make use of that. You are the new factor, something more interesting than Steve Harrington rejecting the chance of his life.’

‘What chance?’ Billy sounded breathless for a moment, he tapped the ash off his cigarette and took another drag before offering it to Steve, ‘What could you possibly reject at a dinner party?’

‘Last year we were here along with another family, close friends of both my parents and the Corveys. The Roths are a huge name in the business, have been for generations. They used to work closely with my father, until last New Year’s,’ Steve took the cigarette from Billy and took a drag, ‘They have a daughter, Patricia. She used to be the only other person my age at these conventions of business people. Mr. Corvey, Mr. Roth and my father watched us grow up and meet at the parties. Last year they decided it would be good for their companies, if Patricia and I would get married. They told her first, she was delighted. And the, at last year’s dinner party, they told me.’

‘Weren’t you going out with the Wheeler girl?’ Billy frowned, ‘And also, arranged marriage?’

‘I wouldn’t call it that,’ Steve fidgeted in his chair, ‘Patricia is a sweet girl but I saw her more as a sister than a potential partner. I also told my father about Nancy but he wouldn’t have it. I refused to dance with Patricia, didn’t talk to anyone about business and apparently cost my father a few business ties. He has been adamant ever since. I am to join the business this year.’

‘Do you want that?’

Steve looked up. There seemed to be a spark of interest in Billy’s eyes, a spark that held curiosity and insecurity at the same time.

‘No,’ Steve heard himself say, ‘no, I want to be a policeman. Working with Hopper would be nice, keeping the dickheads out of trouble. Looking after people.’

‘Well, well, well, King Steve is a secret saint!’ Billy whistled through his teeth, ‘Who would’ve thought.’

‘Don’t mock me. You can make fun of whatever you like – just not of that,’ Steve turned away, looking out over the city, all visible from the balcony.

He heard the chair scrape over the stone ground as Billy got up. Without another word the other boy walked past him, back into the parlor. He took their plates along, leaving Steve to sit in his shirt and waistcoat. For just a moment he felt disappointed. He had told Billy about that stupid dream of his, helping Hopper, looking after the kids, and he had been met with sneering. It was better than his last New Year’s at the Corvey’s, still better than seeing the disgusted look on his father’s face whenever he remembered the moment his son had disgraced him in front of important business partners.

Steve shuddered. Chicago in winter could not be called pleasant and all he wore were a thin shirt and a waistcoat, even his jacket hung inside, and that was the last place he wanted to be at.

Sometimes it still hurt that both his parents forgot his presence and existence once he had played his part, said his lines and looked pretty. He still didn’t gave up hope. There would be a day, probably the one when he joined the business, when his father would look at him with different eyes. There would be a day when his mother would see him for what he hoped to be, a kind and loving husband and father.

‘Here, I got us something,’ Billy’s voice jolted him out of his daydream, ‘this should be good. I had to flirt with one of the women but in the end I could escape again.’

Steve looked up and into Billy’s smiling face. He carried a bottle of champagne, glasses and a bowl of chocolate mousse along with spoons. After setting everything down, he pulled his chair around the table until it stood next to Steve’s. Their arms touched for a moment when he sat back down.

‘I thought we could have our own party out here,’ Billy handed Steve a spoon, ‘No-one’s gonna miss us anyway and I got us almost everything we need. You should use those, though.’

Steve blinked at him, not able to follow what Billy said. A moment later, an arm reached out and pulled one of the cosy blankets around his shoulders. Steve felt his body stop shaking, only then realizing how cold he had been.

‘It didn’t seem very warm,’ Billy looked him over with bright eyes, ‘Nice, pretty – but not warm.’

He tugged at the blanket, tightening it around Steve’s body. Then, he got another blanket, placing it over his own shoulders. With the chocolate mousse bowl in his hands, he leaned back, offering it to Steve who scooped up a spoonful.

‘This should be nice,’ Steve licked some of the mousse off his spoon, ‘We still have another hour until midnight. Do you really wanna be out here?’

Billy nodded, ‘Why would I want to be anywhere else?’

‘Well, all those unsatisfied housewives in there will certainly miss you,’ Steve started to tap a rhythm onto his leg, ‘Out here it’s just me, and that can’t be who you want to start the new year with. You don’t even like me.’

Billy remained silent.

‘Okay, that was blunt. Very blunt. But I still don’t get it; yes, I got you away from your father for you to be my bumper. But now we’re out here eating chocolate mousse. It’s weird. Last year, I was waiting for the night to end so that could escape the plans other people made for me, tonight I don’t know what to do with myself.’

‘I don’t think you need other people making plans for you,’ Billy’s voice sounded breathy, as if something agitated him, ‘and for my reason to be here: my new year’s resolution is to be less of a dick. I thought starting earlier couldn’t hurt.’

Silence fell again, enveloping them in the calm feeling of amicability. Steve licked chocolate mousse off his spoon, Billy lit another cigarette. They didn’t need to talk much.

‘Do you miss it?’

‘Miss what?’

‘Your relationship. The Wheeler girl. Do you regret breaking up?’

‘No. No, I don’t think so. In the end, both of us were better off without the other,’ Steve smiled absentmindedly, ‘she and Jonathan fit together very well. I was nothing more than her dream of being something she isn’t.’

‘What are you to yourself then?’ Billy turned his head to look at him, ‘Are you keeping yourself from being what you could be? A policeman, a good friend, maybe more? Who would you become if you stepped forward and did what you want?’

‘Couldn’t I just return the question?’ Steve met his gaze and held it, ‘Who would you be if you took a stand? What would happen if you told Hopper what your father does? I know, Billy, neither Max nor you are very subtle.’

Billy, who had flinched at Steve’s words, relaxed a bit.

‘I guess I would do whatever I want to do. Make something out of my life, turn a pile of shit into something worth talking about. I’d go around kissing people for kicks and their reactions. I’d eat breakfast for dinner and the other way around. I would buy Max a new skateboard.’

Billy seemingly lost himself in thoughts. Steve sighed and sat up, one hand on the armrest.

‘I think I would really become a cop. I’d start looking for someone who really appreciates this true me, not the doll presented to the world by my parents. I’d dream of a family of my own, of kids that I would show what it means to be loved and cherished…’

‘Sappy!’ Billy interrupted.

‘Hopeful,’ Steve retorted, ‘Kids shouldn’t feel unwanted, redundant or like pawns in a bigger game.’

Again, silence enveloped them.

At ten minutes to midnight, Billy looked up from his mousse spoon. His cautious look crossed Steve’s, a hand came to rest on his.

‘We should pour some champagne,’ Billy said, ‘Will all those painted birds come out here?’

‘Onto the balcony?’ Steve huffed out a laugh, ‘No, they stay inside where it’s warm. They might watch the fireworks but usually they do it from the dining room window. It’s over there, facing the opposite direction.’

‘Good,’ Billy furrowed his brow, ‘very good.’

He opened the bottle of champagne and filled the glasses, ‘I think I should kiss you at midnight, pretty boy.’

A shudder ran down Steve’s spine, he felt a sensation unknown to him, similar to the fluttering of his stomach earlier, ‘Why would you want to do that?’

It came out nothing more than a whisper but Billy heard it anyway. He turned around, facing Steve with a seriousness in his expression that took his breath away for a second.

‘I think you deserve to be kissed on New Year’s,’ Billy shrugged, ‘plus I think you are pretty. That is all the reason I need.’

Steve felt his cheeks warm, the hand holding the champagne glass shook and he felt the stuttering in his stomach again, ‘Are you sure that’s it?’

Billy grinned, ‘Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe there is more and we get to find out. Isn’t that exciting? Our own experiment for the new year.’

He guided Steve, made him stand up and pulled at his waist until he dropped into his lap, ‘Why are you even wearing a fucking waistcoat?’

‘I like it,’ Steve looked into Billy’s eyes, ‘and I like your hair like this.’

Billy’s hand came up to fiddle with a few strands, but Steve caught it in his own and squeezed it, ‘Thank you for helping me out tonight. Thank you for listening. Thank you for seeing me.’

A church clock started to chime, inside the men and women gathered together to clink glasses and drink to the new year and good business. Outside, on the balcony, two boys did the same, clinked glasses and wished each other quietly a Happy New Year before setting the glasses aside.

Steve cupped Billy’s face in his hands and let his thumbs follow the lines of the other’s cheekbones. He remembered the fluttering in his stomach, only now realizing it to have been butterflies. He remembered Billy looking at him across the room. He remembered their talk on the balcony, the chocolate mousse, the champagne.

Then, he pulled Billy closer to press his lips on the others. A warm surge flooded his heart, filling him to the brim with joy. Two arms snaked around his waist, pulling him in, pressing him closer to the warm body in front of him. Steve smiled into the kiss, caressing Billy’s cheeks and deepening the kiss.

There were fireworks. Chicago celebrated New Year’s Eve, and so did Steve and Billy on the balcony of a mansion both would leave as different people in the morning. Yes, they would sit in the back of the Porsche without talking, but their hands would be entangled. Yes, it would be a hard year for both of them, but now they had each other to fall back on.

The silence in the car would be a content one because Steve and Billy had found each other in a cold winter’s night, brought together by the initial hope to shake up old ways. It would be Steve and Billy now, two boys waiting to find out what the new year had in mind for them.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #fanfic #happy new year #initially planned with a bit more action #still sweet #long post

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HOW SHE SHOWS HER LOVE TO YOU

Tw: +18

Words of affirmation

It's natural for Larissa to just drop some compliments from time to time. She can't avoid it, you're her person, and that's not taken for granted.

Larissa likes how you react, all flustered and smiling widely, it is so smooth for her. Seeing you like that gives her the courage to hang on in her busy life. Just to get back to you tomorrow.

She hates it when you talk bad about yourself. When you do so, she stops you covering your face with kisses and reassures you.

She has some lovey-dovey nicks for you, but these are the ones she uses the most:

Dear

Sweety

Sunshine

Lighting star

Physical touch

Ok, with the type of workaholic we all know this woman is, Larissa commonly collapses on you by past midnight. The touch of your skin drives her to heaven, not only sexually, but also mentally. So Larissa is quite touchy every day, always looking for your hand or waist unconsciously. A really touch-starved baby. Well, a big touch-starved baby.

Sometimes, she doesn't really know what's going on with her, so she just gets lost in your arms and nuzzles your neck with her nose, before kissing you passionately. It really calms her down and lets her think about the problem she has.

And, if you can't sleep, she presses against you, lulling you to relax you.

Acts of service

She thinks of you a lot throughout the day, so sometimes, if she arrives and you are still working on your laptop, she usually makes you tea or something of your preference. Or, if you are sporty, making you the protein shakes. Even if you are just doing your hobbies, she would worry about asking how are you doing and encouraging you to continue with those ideas, even if you don't see their end.

Gift giving

Even if she prefers to spend your free days cozy together at home, she also likes going out, to the shops that you two like at Nevermore. And, sometimes, the things that got your eye appear in her hands or on bed days later.

Quality time

Larissa, with her job as Director of Nevermore, can't save that much time she'd like to be with you. But she covers you with love all the time she has. When she is doing her duties, Larissa can't help but think of the evening, when she'll get out of there and come back to you.

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tonks-21 · 1 year ago

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Wednesday as your younger sister hcs Pt. 1 | Wednesday Addams | +18 | Corvey's chest

(I got inspired by doing the one of Gray xd)

TW: +18, stabbing, taking the responsibility for someone, punishment.

• You are the only one that this tiny goth girl let touch her.

• When she is feeling empty or uncomfortable because she doesn’t know how to decipher her feelings, she would come up to you and hug you.

• No matter if you are giving the back to her or questioning her insecure and lack of walls face, she’d hug you.

• Your presence doesn’t bother Wednesday at all.

• She would be as harsh as she is with the others.

• But she would have a soft spot for you.

• And how not? You were there, being a sunshine which she hated (not at all but doesn’t really know how to explain) always. And, as you were the older, you took some punishments and scoldings for her so that she wouldn't have to.

• Having you around makes her feel kind of safe.

• You know that she doesn’t hate seeing you do some sport or answering well in classes or concentrating on something. It’s kind of smoth (terrorific) for her. Even if she doesn’t show it.

• Wednesday is proud of her older sister’s smartness and capacities.

• She’d also be a little overprotective over you.

• But she is intelligent, she does it when you are not around.

• She doesn’t want you to get hurt, so, in private, she scares out people interested in you. She can’t trust you to them.

• But, at the end of the day, Wednesday loves you, even though she doesn’t say it like never, but you know it. And the fact that you understand her, just makes her feel comfortable and loved around you. Even when you are a sunshine type of person, she would let you hug her and stuff, but some serious glares when you do it in front of your friends exist. Allthough, she doesn’t push you away at all 🙂

Thanks for giving me the opportunity of entertaining you, hope you enjoyed it! <3

Here Pt. 2:

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #x reader #fanfic #gender neutral reader #headcanons #jenna #jenna ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)#wednesday #Corvey's chest

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tonks-21 · 1 year ago

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Larissa Weems dating headcanons | Ikea date hcs | +18 | Wednesday | Corvey’s chest

Tw: +18

Content: fluff

• At first, she didn’t even know this type of date existed

• She’s a car talker. Also enjoys silence, but she likes to have a conversation while let the sight change every second

• Larissa did never step into an Ikea💀

• If she did it was to take a package or buy a big thing, because it was for sure some furniture already noted on her phone

• Well now to the date

• She is so cute

• Cute at the level of following you as a puppy

• Because she doesn’t know where is anything and is actually surprised there are that much things

• And she likes and admires how you are that well-oriented there (or just following the flow unbothered)

• This woman likes when you ask her for her opinion on something

• Would laugh if you change the position of those small wood puppets or pose excessively next to something like candles

• And would take you a photo while laughing

• She likes the calm and cool spirit you are there

• And the fact that even with a headphone on, you would pay attention to her and her comments

• She would find cute that you like old-fashioned things

• Would get tired after a while but continue following you anyway with a smile printed on her face

• So cute 🥹

• Likes to see you in a more relaxed and comfortable outfit

• Likes seeing couples and people with kids searching for babies stuff

• She wants to do that with you someday if you feel the same

• If you see someone you don’t like, she would let you use her as a shield (bc i mean she’s tall as fuck-)

• Takes some photos of furniture and stuff she would like to have in your future house together

• When you ask her/ she tells you is flustered and excited about it

• In the end she thinks it was refreshing for her.

• She insists on buying some flowers for her office, but when you two get them, she gives them to you with a “It was a strange but cute date. I loved it. Thank you, darling”

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My sister isn’t yours | Wednesday Addams

Content: Wednesday trying to get you away from Bianca, who has a crush on you.

TW: +18, flirting, overprotective sister

Reader: !gn reader

One time, there was this girl, Bianca, from Wednesday’s fencing class that glared at you a lot. The tiny goth girl acknowledged that when a competition took place and Bianca was throwing glances at you while resting, like she wanted you to look back and congratulate her or something. She was indeed interested in you. Wednesday knew in the first moment that she wasn’t good for you and that she, as your sister, had to avoid this relationship to take place. The tiny girl knew you didn’t feel anything towards the tall, black woman. And she’ll make it stay that way.

After one class of a normal day, you were exiting the door and this tall girl approached you from a younger class nearby and started to talk to you in a nicely but clearly flirty way. You were struggling to decide if to answer her in the same way or if it would push her feelings towards and, in a not far away future, hurt her. Yeah, you were this “yeah, you’re so hot, but I don’t want anything bc I don’t like anyone romantically” type of girl.

For better or worse, your younger sister was there to save you from this awkward situation appearing out of nowhere — Hey, don’t you see they don’t want to talk to you? —she said harshly. You gave her a soft glance of ”you couldn’t have been more soft?” but she wasn’t staring at you, instead, she was staring right in the eyes, fulminating the core of the tall girl.

— You don’t have to be that dry, Weds, we were just talking —you say, not wanting Bianca to feel apart.

But, as in the battlefield, they manage to be rivals in all. Even if it’s your attention.

— Well, I think they do want to —the ambience starts to be direct glances towards each other, completely ignoring your presence.

— Hey, she wasn’t bothering me, really, you should just leave it there, Weds —as you grab her arm softly she looked at you— Seriously, i’m fine

—If you say so —then she walks towards the exit of the corridor, but she wasn’t letting you with Bianca. She’d never— But I need help with Maths, you know I’m quite… bad at it, and I really need you to help me. Now —and she turned to see you.

—Ok… —you signed, you were her older sister after all— See you around, Bianca —you said goodbye to the other girl out of respect.

—Oh, yeah, sure, bye hottie~ —the Addams hated that and took your sleeve, walking more quickly. You avoid joking about the fact that she was nearly running when you were just walking.

…so she did something childish. But, hey, it worked, so who are you to judge?

PD: I really headcanon Bianca for, at first, trying to approach someone she likes flirting, not really showing their feelings softly at all. But then discover them with her partner if there’s luck.

PD2: I headcanon the tiny Addams reaction bc, yeah, it’s Bianca and reader doesn’t like them.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #x reader #fanfic #gender neutral reader #headcanons #jenna #jenna ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)#wednesday #female reader #jenna x reader #jenna ortega wednesday #Corvey's chest

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“My dear sister” | Wednesday Addams

TW: +18. Stabbing, medical treatment, infirmary mention.

Content: You got stabbed instead of your younger sister Wednesday

Type of content: fluf, slice of life

Not a long time ago, she asked you to help her in one investigation about the hyde and the school history, and you ended up letting Miss Thornhill stab you instead of her without even thinking twice. When you fell, you managed to stop and put out of conscience your ex professor with Wednesday’s help.

Then, she kneeled beside you and hugged you before even thinking about her body pressing against the knife. You squeezed a bit and she got away from you before putting her hand over her lips, letting away a worried mumble and feeling a sad and regretful sentiment which led her eyes to get wet as she saw your blood running out of your body and spilling around, wetting your shirt and making a circle around your wounded stomach.

“Wednesday, you have to go and save Nevermore. I’ll be here when you get back. It's your responsibility to save all of us. I know you can. And I’ll be right here when you do so, as always” you told her.

Wednesday had to convince herself that you’ll be there and that when she had killed that monster, you were going to be at her room, welcoming her from another of her investigations, smiling and hugging her. And that she will complain a bit about it but wouldn’t push you away. And that you’d giggle and she would feel your stomach healed. That next time she’d see you, you were going to be as always. Smiling and healthy. She had to lie to herself for the sake of the future. Your future.

When she could manage to convince the nurse to see you. She was upset because Thing could see you as he could climb the front of the building and enter by the window. And he had been telling her how you were, but that wasn’t sufficient for her, she wanted to hear you, talk to you, touch your healed stomach, to see that it was all right. That you were all right.

Let’s just say she was clinging in you for like an hour while you two talked and she thanked you and said how much she cared about you.

“My dear sister…” she thought when she glared at you silently with all the care she could express in her eyes after she told all to you.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #x reader #fanfic #female reader #gender neutral reader #jenna #jenna ortega #wednesday (netflix)#wednesday x reader #wednesday #jenna x reader #jenna ortega wednesday #Corvey's chest

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Wednesday as your younger sister hcs Pt. 2 | Wednesday Addams | +18 | Corvey's chest

TW: +18, mention of alcohol, drugs and RLS

Content: fluf over all

• She is more protective over you than over Pugsley.

• No one dares to mess with you when Wednesday literally perforates their eyes, skull and everything in between just behind you.

• Being near each other is not a problem for her. Quite the opposite indeed. Your presence calms her.

• Your younger sister is more of a person of acts than a person of words. For example:

•If you have a RLS (restless legs syndrome), she would put a hand on your thigh to stop it when she is near you.

• She even tries to sit beside you to do it.

• And if you are nervous while doing it instead of just doing it unconsciously, she would rub it and caress your thighs until it stops.

• She doesn’t like you having this tic.

• Wednesday likes you introducing her in conversations, even though she doesn’t talk much. But you including her matters a lot to her. By the way, she won't admit it to you never.

• As you two lived practically all your lives together, you know perfectly what she feels and when to act or when it’s her time to talk and split it all up.

• Being Wednesday’s older sister includes her being a bit bipolar, as she has a soft spot for you but she is harsh in other ways.

• Wednesday knows this and feels guilty every time you look really hurt by her words as you are someone she trusts a lot and means a lot to her.

• So not hurting you or making you feel bad is on her list of things to work on. Even though she doesn’t really show this.

• An usual apology is putting a hand on your shoulder or just saying “That wasn’t what I wanted to say”

• Maybe, just maybe, she would accept hugs out of nowhere if they are yours. But don’t expect much of a reaction from her.

• If you go drink or do drugs, your younger sister is now your mother.

• First, she would try to take you out of that world. Not matter if you are already 30, she would try to.

• But if you continue with it, she would still check on you the mornings after. Just a glance by the way.

•And then she gives you a pill.

•She's very proud of you. But she has this obsession with perfection that if you fail makes her think about her priorities in life and analyse the duality of losing and it makes her grow up and mature.

•Wednesday appreciates this very much, as you take her out of her comfort zone and give her more things to think about and create her future self.

Thanks for reading <3 I hope you liked it!! :D

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"Just for you to know..." | Erwin x reader | Modern AU College AU | Corvey's chest ire67

Resume: locked up in the library with your ex-history professor.

Word count: +2000 words

Reader: !gn reader

Tw: +18

“Oh, could you fuck yourself, please?” you swore that math problem couldn’t be solved that way. Even if you copied it from the blackboard yourself. This new teacher you have had was shit.

Near you, some meters back in the shelves of the library, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed tall man. Even if you couldn’t see him, your History professor, Erwin Smith, was glaring intently at you. As he did so many times, without you noticing, of course. He would kill himself if you did. He knew it was inappropriate, he knew it, and even so, you were the light of his eyes, the only star he could ask for. Even more than that. You were like that kind of poem you would reread infinitely without caring about anything else.

At Shiganshina College School, as in all the others, the professor-student relationship was seen as a taboo. Sure, students were commonly over age, but they were still young and it was seen as something perverted. At some point, even he saw it that way, but the adoration his heart had for you was painful like anything else.

You were strong yourself, you were independent, confident, disciplined, fairfull, fearless… And your face, oh god, your smile drove him crazy. When you smiled, he felt his stomach flip. And when you laugh it was like a chill ocean mesmerized him.

But that all changed some weeks ago. You arranged a professor switch. He didn’t know why. Nor what he did wrong. Why would you want to do that? You were a top student in every sense of the name at his class. So why? That bothersome thought have had been in his mind since then. He couldn’t keep you out of his head.

This institution, as some of the most antique liberal ones, let the students set their preferences in terms of the professors they wanted to be teached by. But he was confused, why would you do that?… It was an endless cycle of revising all his past interactions with you, everything you made, everything you said… But he ended up with the same question with which he started. Why? Why had to be you from all his students? He just couldn’t explain it to himself.

He left the book he initially came for, leaving the place.

Hours later, you were about to exit that library which’s air was already weighing you down. You packed up your things, putting the pens and the highlighters in your suitcase, as well as itself and your books and notes in the bag. Maybe you had to think about a change of bag, it was already worn out and somewhat torn to the side.

To only step before the two huge doors that seemed unopened.

“Shit, what?” You murmured, still making failed attempts to open it. “Oh, fine, marvellous” giving the wooden form of it a light punch you took some steps behind.

Before you could took your phone, you saw a figure form in your left. When you turned around, you couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Erwin, your old history professor, there, the one that you tried to avoid the most that you even switched classes.

“Hey” he only said.

“Hey”

“It seems we are kind of stuck here, uh?” the Smith murmured with that low tone you loved.

Yeah, you were enchanted by your History professor. And that’s why you decided doing so for the best. Your califications weren’t suffering, but you were. It was such an impossible thing to just ignore all the stomach empty sensation, the breathless sentiment, the way your eyes sinked everytime he was in your vision camp… It was just so uncomfortable.

You knew it was bad, but your heart surely didn’t care and that was dangerous. That relationship would be an aberration, in a sense, and you were sure he couldn¡t feel the same. I mean, he was him, Erwin Smith, he, from all the people, couldn’t like you for the simple reason you probably woruldn’t click. He was a man with a tidy life, a steady job and something he was determined to do until the end of his days. He was, what people call now, already "settled down". You obviously didn’t. I mean, you, a messy-A student, a young woman with a lot of things bumping on her head everyday, not even with the job you want, less with the life you want to make to yourself, how could you settle this uncertain destiny to someone that settled? You didn’t reach anymore than that question. You didn’t want to either.

“Yeah”you signed.

But you were now here, with the man of your dreams in front of you. And you didn’t even know how to deal with this situation.

You took your phone, and, even if the 45% of battery hit your eye reflection, you said, with an hopeful tone “Uh, fuck, I don’t have battery. Could you call the secretariat?”

He took a breath, like thinking for a moment and, without even taking his phone, he replied with a laugh “Um… I don’t have battery either!”

You signed, knowing that if you tell it was a lie and you actually had for some calls, he would think you are a strange person. So you stayed there, on your feet, not knowing what to say.

“I guess the only thing is left for us is just.. wait until we can get out of here” the blond murmured, like wanting to not let die the conversation.

“I guess” you afirmed, moving a bit your shoulders, uncomfortable because of the weight of your backpack.

“Uh, let me help you with that”he said, even if you were already putting it down, Erwin did it for you.

“Thanks” you said.

Kind.

As always.

So why? Why did you left?

Thought him, brushing his fingers, looking for a distraction..

“If this is gonna be that long, as you said, I’d just sit here and wait” you said, sitting on the very floor. With a mumble, he did the same.

After sometime looking into nothingness, he got a bit more comfortable, pushing his strong back to the shelves full on books, making himself comfortable. Not only because every second seemed longer, pushing him to talk or do something to let you know the chaos you created in him.

You saw him from the side of your eye, play a bit with his hands before talking aganfinally.

“Can I ask you a question?

“Sure, I guess”

“I guess?”

“I mean, if we are going to stay here like, all night, better talk. If you don’t want to read a book instead”

You were out of words and, at the same time, talking, and that was dangerous.

“No, I’m good with just talking…”he said, for the way his voice sounded, you knew he was smiling. You could easily recreate that cute expression printed on his face.Every detail, every feature, every millimeter of it… “So… If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you switch classes? I know you are with Jaeger, with Grisha”you noticed despise in his tone when he pronounced that name.

The question hit you like a rock, you knew it was coming, but you don’t know how to answer, and you never knew how to improvise. You really were a nerd in that terms.

“Um…” you started, not knowing how to follow “It’s just… This semester just started so hectic, you know, and I just thought a practice subject could help me taking less time than a theory one”

Yeah, it was a bad excuse, but you thanked anything that was jumping between your last neurones working after that “practice easy subject” of yours for been able to make it up.

“Oh, I see”

“Yeah”

Some seconds passed, he was no longer playing with his fingers, his eyes were observing you intently something. At first, you thought it was a book from the shelve that was before you two, but then realized it was the nothingless itself.

“Yn” he called you by your name. He never have had called you by your name. “You are an A student, you may not be the best at studying or like your subjects the most, but you always push it through. And you always, with no steption, go for the best and the maximum you can. God, sometimes I eve question again how you could deal with your own subjects, one extra project, one dabete, one journalist report.. and I don’t know what more that semester last year… You are disciplined and capable enough, and I know it.. I know it really well. So, now I want the truth

Erwin’s words left you astonished. Yeah, you were greeted al the time, but it was like nothing of that mattered if your favorite professor told you this. It felt so special you were going to cry.

You tried to calm down and looked at the front, breathed some times. Then looked at him. He was no longer your professor, and you were young and irresponsible. Just as you thought that many times earlier that two long months it took you to make that decision.

And you prepared to fait, to his refuse answer. You felt stupid. Trying something you knew how would it come. Well, it was as stupid as the math problems you were doing just some minutes before.

“I like you, Professor Smith”

His astonished face turning that fast to look at you surprised you less than you thought, his neck uncomfortable because of the position.

“that’s a fact. A fact that you don’t need, and, obviously, what I’m saying, won’t take care. But a fact in the end. So, for the food of the two of us, I decided for the good. It was better just don’t see you, seeing in that way a form of forget you”

That got out of your mouth dry as a dessert, not even looking at him anymore, your eyes connected with the wooden floor. You noticed there were more marks on it that in theother corridors. Logic, it was the entrance to the place. That place you were looked up with your professor. Ex-professor. A place, in which you’ll have to be in with him knowing this. At least, it couldn’t go worst.

“What… what made you feel this way?” out of the blue, you heard him ask you a question you didn’t have predicted at all.

You laughed at the irony of the situation “I don’t know, it could have been your kind actions towards the others.. or your protective caracter, or your voice, that low tone that.. fuck, it drives me crazy; or even your blond perfect hair just perfect, laying gracely on top of your head; your stupidly tall height” you heard him laugh, and your smile turned into another laugh, filling the less tensed up ambience “Or those stupid blue eyes you have… Probably a combination of all that with a bead of… you. I don’t know, it’s undescriptable. Nearly an unsolvable anagram” you said, looking at the now so interesting books in that shelve just infront of you two.

“You know, you too are an unsolvable anagram”he murmured, making his voice sound even lower. You turned to meet his eyes already looking so focused in yours.

“What are you saying?”

“Yn, deluded, have you eyes in your face? What were them all this time?”

“What?”all that shit that he wassaying was the real unsolvable thing here “What are you saying?”

“I thought you already saw me everytime I loose my eyes on you. While you are concentrated, that serious but humorous expression of yours… your face when you laugh,, talk, do nearly whatever” he lightly laughed, and it was the cutest thing your eys were graced with “fuck, i’m nearly obseseed with you, and you didn’t noticed? I was worried for nothing…”he looked away while saying this.

“So… live me a second… you just said you thought I switched classes because I thought you were a creep?” you turned seating again, while looking at him surprised.

He buried his head in his hand, frustrated, breathing heavily “yeah”

“Oh, shit!” now the one laughing lightly was you “Fuck, so…”

“Yeah” you two laughed.

He also turned completely to you, making less space between you two.

“What a pair of idiots” he said.

“Yeah. So smart called and all, but..:”

“Kinda” he smiled widely.

“So…” at that point your bodies were that near you could breath his own.

You tried to say so, but he just smiled, again, nodding “yeah”.

Even if your glance was nervous and changing before, now, your eyes were trapped into his. And you knew it at that moment. You didn’t need words.

You took air before doing what you’ve been doing in your dreams in that last lonely nights.

When your nose touched his, you two felt that explosive electriveness even in your gut. Nuzzling it in his face, your mouth wanted to reach already his leaps, but he asked first.

“Could I kiss you?” that was adorable from him, and you could just nod lightly, already exploring the last space between you and him.

The touch of his lips was just like heaven, soft and tender, not even rough. It was a slow kiss, as you could hear every romantic song you knew playing up in your head.

But something was wrong in that head of yours, you parted the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.. It’s…”you couldn’t say it, it was too painful as your stupid heart was still downing you into that heaven-like kiss.

“Inapropiate, yeah, I know. I obviously know, Yn. That’s why I didn’t tell you. And I wouldn’t if you didn’t… God” he layed against the shelves, at it looked that good that you had to look away “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it! And what did I do? Follow it up!God, i’m the most irresponsible teacher ever” it was shown he was feeling so bad about it.

And who could not? You were like that form the start, god, you were like that since you had fallen for him. But Erwin? All the pressure was on him. The older, the professor. The professor kissed his student. It never came the other way around. It was clear abuse of power and you couldn't do nothing about it, even if you wanted. It was just like that. No exceptions.

But you loved him. So you talkedyour voice out loud.

“Hey, hey” you called, taking in between your hands his sloping shoulders “It’s not your fault. You wouldn’t have done anything if I didn’t say that to you. It’s not your fault… Not at all”

The way he looked at you with that thanking puppy eyes made your heart melt. In a mere second, you thought of a life together with him. A nice apartment, maybe a dog, a huge warm bed, a boring routine that wasn’t boring at all as you two made it work… That thought caused you fear. Fear of never can change that if it started. You got back in your movements, getting your arms far from his figure.

He noticed in a second and changed the expression to one of worry “Sorry, i’m doing it again! Fuck…”

When you two separated a bit, you already felt longing for the warmth of his body next to yours. You sign, out of yourself, asking him “I need to know… If we weren’t professor and student… would you…?”

He took a moment “Have you seen yourself? You are perfect, obviously I would”

That made you smile “I’m not as perfect as you think”

“No, I know that. But I love the way you try everyday to be perfect while not been so. That’s the most act of power a human could do. And that’s what made me fall for you”hee confessed, looking without any hesitation at you.

You didn’t need more, you thought, to let the destiny decide for you two. But for now, you wanted to decide yourself.

Getting closer to Erwin, you surrounded his neck with your arms, letting them rest on his shoulders, feeling protected there, not caring about anything else, not even about the situation with your professor you were in. It was just you and him. No titles. No rules unless the ones you two set up with your bodies. And the possessive kiss that involved you both.

That made you feel so much more than you thought a simple lips contact could make you feel. Pressure in your lungs, tensing muscles everywhere, search for more with your own mouth, just eating his out.

He seemed to feel the same fast blood running his veins, as his glance at you while resting both heads together was one of full tiredness of waiting for that moment and the plenitude of knowing that he could sleep well this night, that tomorrow you will be by his side.

“Just for you to know” he said then.

“These stupid blue eyes are yours. Now, and forever”

Even if he could loose his job, even if your stinky life would be known in your name, that didn’t matter. It only mattered the incompressible way you two felt for each other that could break any of that taboos shit.

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tonks-21 · 1 year ago

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hey bestie! Dropping by to be your first ask!

kinda been thinking about a skz member one shot (its either chan, binnie or minho vibes for me but choose anyone you think matches lol)

flirty rivals + dancing…???

IDK I LOVE THE TROPE AND IT WORKS

use it as you will

P.S. (I wouldn’t be mad if you drop by my pfp yk… ;))

Crushing with you | Rivals (more like crushes) to lovers | Stray Kids

TW: +18, teasing

Content: fluff, slice of life, relationship, teasing

Wordcount: +1.100 words

Reader: fem reader

You were taking a break from training your seventeenth comeback. You were prettily alone as you had watched for an empty room to just let your mind go away from the pressure with the music you loved just playing in your airPods and you letting the learnt dance flow into your body.

You let a huge breath out and with the sound of insisting in your head “Just one more time”, you started the sequence once again. You had the music so loud, concentrated even with your eyes closed and you already had such a trained special perception that you could spend hours repeating the steps and you wouldn't bump into anything. But it seemed that something bumped or crushed you instead.

"Oh, I’m sorry, I will... get… out" a masculine voice flooded the entire crystal-wall room. But, as you didn’t hear him, he didn’t go out either.

His arm remained extended and his hand grabbed on the knob as he was paralyzed admiring you. If you just opened your eyes, you’d see his opened eyes and his surprised and delighted expression.

Yeah, this man was enamored by your way of dancing. So perfect, so delightful to his eyes. His chest experienced a well known love tachycardia but he wasn’t bothered, as he could see you this way.

That paralyzed he was, that he didn’t notice Han passing behind him heading to the dorms. A smile painted into his face by seeing his hyung getting to life this soft moment watching his crush in such a passionate and wonderful moment.

When realized you were done and with your eyes open, he closed the door and laid onto the door with his hands over his face.

"She was so beautiful…" he mumbled into his hands.

"What the hell…? "you questioned thinking you just saw a paranormal phenomenal when you saw out of the corner of your eye the reflection of the external light disappearing in contrast to the light in the room.

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Some days before that, as some other groups were making their comebacks too, you had to share the training room with some people. You saw Bang and waved to him, but when he waved back, you saw he avoided long eye contact. But you didn’t overthink it, you were all anxious and a little nervous because of the comebacks, you may had done some, but you were always excited and worried about doing them at first.

So you landed your things in an empty place and you put your music on to relax a bit and then put on the song of the dance.

After some tries, you got back to your things nearby and sat on the floor, drinking some wanted water and waiting for your heart rate to decrease.

You were looking at some Instagram posts and some Stray Kids publications appeared in your fyp. You were scrolling into them and you stopped without any reason in the one that Bang Chan appeared in. He was so nice in his outfit, everyone would do that, right? Yeah, but you weren’t like everyone. Another idol. With a crush on him.

You knew it last year in one of their comebacks. You felt more than admiration towards him and when you talked to him he was so nicely and sunshine energy that you couldn't resist. You two just clicked somehow like you didn’t with anyone before.

But what you didn’t know is that he fell in love with you too. From the first very sight. And now you two don’t talk much but you aren’t avoiding each other either. So… it was just a pride game. Or a “let’s see who explodes before” type of thing. Because you two didn’t really know how to make readable hints for the other to take. You sure were flirty in jokes, but not far away from friendship at all. You two were really introverted people, with so much fear and respect for the possible consequences of this fact that you liked each other that you would not even see what the other thinks of each other.

So you were looking at that picture when your eyes made it over the phone and reached him practicing his comeback. He was just so nice. Even though it could seem aggressive dancing or a strange display as he was practicing alone, you loved to have that sight of him training (not mentioning the fact that his arms looked really good uncovered). When he finished, you instinctively got up and walked towards him.

"Hey" you told him, getting your hand up at the height of your jaw to make it clear to him that you were actually talking to him.

When he glanced at you and got away one of his airPods he greeted you "Oh, hey there! You good?"

"Yeah… I just wanted to say it was good. The display and all" you really were a mess, not knowing what you were actually doing but wanting to keep doing it. And he loved that about you.

"Thanks" he was almost about to tell you that he was the one staring at you the other day. But he retreated.

"And I also saw your photo in the new comeback outfit. It was… so nice. I liked it, the colors fit so well with your hair and style in this new album" you said.

"Well, thanks again" he laughed softly and you trust you could have touchen the sky and told God you were in a fucking dream "Hey, I’ve just saw your too, yesterday, and I completely loved it. You looked… so beautiful with it on you" he said, reddening a bit "I-I mean you always are a-and look. But that outfit it’s so… you" he laughed at the last part, as if it didn’t have anything behind.

"Yeah, messy, mixing colors and kind of soft texture" you described the type of fabric always suited you and made your fans yell their love towards your style “kinda badass too”

"Yeah, so cool…" he signed when he said that, as he wanted to tell you something else "Hey… You really are beautiful, you know" he finally said

"Uh? Thanks, you too" the atmosphere turned just the way two tried to avoid by clearly looking for it.

"You know … You… are kind of my case 143…" he murmured it as he didn’t want to say it out loud. As if saying it would make it real "Uh, it sounded better in my head, I promise!" he laughed of himself "so cheesy"

Yeah, it could have been cheesy, but damn if it made you fall even more in love with him. You laughed along as you pushed yourself instinctively closer to him.

"You really are a softie, aren’t you?" you whispered to him, really close to his jaw.

"Kind of. But you like me that way, Am I wrong?"he smiled widely. Finally letting all flow outside and getting that words from you made him lean into you.

"Totally, Wolfie" you said between his lips, having made the space between you two disappear.

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First time writing about this cute people we call Stray Kids , hope you enjoyed it! <3

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Reader likes to do models | La casa de papel headcanons | Corvey’s chest | Requests open

Headcanons when you like to do models

Characters: Tokyo, Río, Nairobi, Denver, Moscú, Helsinki, The Professor, Raquel Murillo/Lisboa, Palermo, Mónica Gaztambide/Estocolmo, Berlín

Reader: gn

TW: fluff, +18

You were assembling the model of La Fábrica Nacional de Moneda y Timbre when someone came into the room...

Tokyo

-She would find this hobby of yours cute

-Talking with you while you make your models

-She likes to see your concentrated face

-Boops your nose from time to time making funny sounds with her mouth

-Sometimes she jokes with you touching you in intimate areas when you are working on a delicate piece

-But she wouldn't forgive herself for ruining your work

-Other times, she'll just tease you to see at what point you can handle her

-Tokyo likes to kiss you while you're making the models. On the cheek, on the neck, on the mouth…

-If she's having a bad day, she hugs you like a koala bear and won't let go while you are assembling the pieces and all

-The calmness and tranquility you exude when you're at it, she loves it

-Sometimes, if she’s needy, this woman will remain by your side ‘till you decide you’re done with it

-Even if it’s 3 am already

-When you finish a model, she kisses you as if she could never do it again

-She just loves you so much

-Then you two lie down on the bed tired and she snuggles into you

Río

-This guy also find it cute

-Would try to help you, but fail in the process

-It’s just too tiny and delicate for him

-And if he finishes good a part of it, he will surely break it unwillingly when you two celebrate afterwards

-Remains by your side the WHOLE time

-Even if it’s late, even if he’s sleepy, even if it’s raining rocks; Río will be there with you

-It’s the type of falling asleep while you are working in it

-This guy compliments you when you do LITERALLY the most easiest thing 😘

-He just likes to do it

-It’s in his nature

-He will glue and sand the materials in order to help you if you ask him to do so :)

-And even if you don't

-He just can’t help it 😭

Nairobi

-This woman sees intelligence/ability for something as something attractive, even hot, so she’d have this impression of you

-Long talks while you work on some model

-Likes to sit behind you, letting you into her between her legs

-I’m not sure if she’d join you, I think Nairobi prefers watching you

-But would like to try if you want her to

-Gives you kisses every now and then everywhere but in your mouth

-When you finish and start to stretch, she grabs you around the waist and kisses you on the lips

-Nairobi would rub some part of you like your waist distracted while you’re assembling the pieces

-Would boast about you doing models in front of the gang

-If you fall asleep, no problem! Nairobi will take you to bed or at least put a blanket on you while caressing your back, comb a bit your hair and kiss your head

Denver

-Would call you cool!

-Likes to talk about the intelligent you are when you are working on the models

-This bitch’d scream it if he could 💀

-Being with you while you’re at it calms him

-Likes to see you work, but would go from time to time

-Makes you dinner 🥰

-And brings anything you want to you

-Hears you talk about this hobby of yours while going to the shop and buy things for it with you

-When you’re done with some hard piece, he hugs you with one arm

-IF YOU ASK HIM, HE’LL STAY INSTEAD OF GOING PARTY YO- my man god

-Don’t use this a lot, as a tip. But it’s cute anyway

Moscú

-Moscú puts some relaxing music and tries to help you

-And fails incredibly

-But he tries cutely 🤩

-He’s this dude that says “i’m too old for this” haha

-He likes to see you work so passionately in it

-Making models near to this man includes:

Him caressing your back

Bringing you whatever food/drink you ask for

This guy going to the shop and buying the wrong thing

(idk how to do this shit with Moscú, i can’t see him like anything but a father figure 😭)

Helsinki

-We know that even if this man looks huge, he is literally a little teddy bear

-So he’ll stay by your side

-Make you coffee

-Buy anything you ask him to

-And getting the right materials each time

-He’s too attentive to that

-And cheering you up

-He says “let everything there, i’ll clean it up tomorrow”

-He’s such a sweetheart 🥲

-When he comes home and you are in it, he’s always “what are you doing? Can I see? Can I see?”

-If you ask Helsinki to do some model, he won’t, he says he has indelicate hands

-He admires your art as if it were the best one in history 😍

The Professor / Sergio Marquina

-He is surprised at first

-Then he places his glasses with his unique movement and smiles at you

-As he does origami, he has some ability to help you

-It’s kind of romantic between you two

-You two are kind of shy/not talkative people, it’s calm and relaxing just do models all evening along

-You do models of the places in which you’ll gonna steal

-When it’s finished, you kiss him right in the lips

-Sergio smiles into your touch and caresses your cheek

-It becomes a type of special date between you two

-He’s always so nervous asking you for doing this date

Raquel Murillo / Lisboa

-She’d find it cute

-But also hot, as this woman finds knowledge attractive like Nairobi

-Sometimes, she tries to seduce you while you are concentrated gluing something

-Sits in your lap, blocking your vision placed in the model, and caresses your waist while kissing you

-It’s funny and hot at the same time

-So, since she knows about this hobby of yours, you usually work in the models in your bedroom

-Likes to tease you when you are placing the parts of the model

-She just looks at you while you’re doing it. Not such a fan, but she’d visit you sometime

-She compliments you when it’s done by the way

-Sometimes Raquel’s needy while you are working on a model

-She just grapes herself to you from behind as a koala bear

Palermo

-Okay, this guy would not be there at all

-Joke

-One day, you didn’t sleep the whole night, you stayed working on the model

-He comes in the morning with his coffee

-And just.. spreads it all over the model

-This jerk laughs while you run after him around the house

-All the gang just lets you chase around

-They think is kinda cute, bc Palermo just jokes around and says stupid things while you struggle to catch him

-He covers himself while you give him a couple of slaps, you were angry, but you weren't going to hit him for real either

-After a few seconds, this guy tells you that he’ll help you redo it

-Palermo helps you a lot

-And I mean, A LOT

-He doesn’t just glue and sand the materials, he also place them and looks with you to the instructions

-He asks you to take breaks, in which he’ll take you to dance

-At the end, he’s a jerk. But a intelligent and stupidly romantic jerk

Sorry I didn’t put Oslo, it’s only that I can’t think about situations/hcs with him because, with the little participation he had, both in time and in speech, I can’t really figure out his personality or his type of reactions.

Mónica Gaztambide / Estocolmo

-Would hug you when she knows about it

-It’s cute to her

-Helps you if you ask her too

-When she’s back home or has free time Mónica is near you reading a book or something, enjoying your company

-Soft talks

-Cozy clothes

-Would like to go buy the materials with you

-Gifts models on special dates to you

-Mónica gives you massages from time to time in the head and arms

-Takes unexpected photos of you working on models and says how cute you are

-Would say she had delete them, but it’s not true

Berlín

-He would hug you from behind, complimenting you and admiring your art

-He likes it so much

-Helps you if you ask to, but prefers to see you do it while drinking wine

-Would give you kisses on your head from time to time

-Since one of his love languages is quality time, he’s there with you

-If he knows you are working, he prepares two coffees or the drink you prefer

-Supportive af, but a calm guy 😄

-Would presume your art and the fact that he doesn’t even know what you saw on him

-Did I say he compliments you a lot?

-Well then I repeat it :D

-Berlín insists on buying you the supplies

-Puts Bella Ciao while you are working

-Talks to you about his life in the process

-An usual date between you two is you working on your models and Berlín just there, with his wine, and the two of you talking about anything and everything at the same time

Remember: Requests are open, I’m accepting of this series too :D

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