#friday night... had a great day... got asked out... ate ice cream with my now official partner... won the faux peoples juri...

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Two Birds Chap. 2- Separated in Sadness

Trigger Warning!! There’s only a few, but it’s still a warning!! Bullying and slight transphobia. 

Here is the next chapter for you all! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying this Au so far.

I was going to get this next chapter out sooner, but a few things delayed me from doing so.

First was the newest short for WTDW and I had to think if this should be a time-skip chapter or not. Then I came up with a Pokémon WTDW AU (as well as a few more AU’s and stories for this series) and wanted to work on that specific AU before working on Two Birds again. Be advised I work on tons of fanfictions and my brain wants to focus on one before working on the other. Finally, after the newest episode came out and boy that episode gave me ideas for ALL my WTDW fanfics~ I did have ideas for this Au before the episode since this is an Au after all and I’m excited!

Last but not least for those new to the fanfic. I know Wiatt is trans, but to play it safe I’m using his he/him pronouns at an early age.

Also BIG thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Enjoy!

It was Sunday night, and that specific night was the final night before Wiatt and Sara headed back to school. Owen decided to celebrate that night by cooking the two’s favorite dinner; spaghetti and meatballs.

Once the food was done and laid out on the table, Owen yelled for his friends. “Wiatt! Sara! Dinner is ready!” 

Owen sat down and waited for his kids to come running down the stairs and quickly eat their dinner, but something was off.

“Wiatt! Sara! I made your favorites!” Owen yelled again.

He then heard footsteps, but they seemed quieter than the loud running footsteps he’s been used to. When the twins came down, they were upset, not saying a word as they sat down to eat.

“Alright, what’s wrong you two?” Owen asked. “Did you guys argue again? Or did you lose a level on that kart racing game?”

Wiatt and Sara glanced at each other before they topped their spaghetti with some cheese and extra meatballs before eating in silence.

Owen sighed and started to think of what else could have upset his twins. “Alright, I’m gonna guess. Is it about school tomorrow?” He asked.

Wiatt and Sara nodded yes as the two started to eat their food.

“I see,” Owen said. He knew why the twins were upset, and despite them being okay about it, the thought of the first day of school being the next day the harsh reality hit the twins hard. “Look this was bound to happen, you guys can’t be in the same classes every year.”

This made the twins feel worse.

Owen was starting to run out of ideas to cheer his kids up. He had to think of something, quickly. “M-Maybe it won’t be so bad. Besides, you'll have time before class, recess during lunch, and lunch time to spend time together.”

Wiatt and Sara looked at each other, feeling a little better, “I guess you're right.” Wiatt replied.

Owen gave a smile, “see!” He exclaimed. “If it makes you feel better, how about on Friday I’ll treat you two for ice cream.”

“Alright! I’ll give it a try.” Sara replied, smiling knowing ice cream was mentioned.

“Same.” Wiatt replied.

“Great. Now eat your dinner, and maybe if you finish it, there’s two slices of cake I bought for dessert you two could have” Owen reminded them as he ate a bite of his dinner.

The twins gasped and smiled before going ahead and eating their spaghetti. Once they finished their dinner, Owen took the plates and as promised gave them each a slice of cake for dessert.

A little later, everyone went to sleep, tucked in and completely full. However, a few hours into the night, Wiatt was awoken by someone shaking him.

“Wiatt.” Sara whispered.

Wiatt groaned and saw his sister awake and holding her little goat plush. He looked at the time to see it was 11:20 pm. “Sara, it’s the middle of the night, what do you want?” He asked.

“I can’t sleep. Could I sleep with you?” She asked.

Wiatt sighed and moved over a bit so his sister could have room. She gave a small smile and got into bed with her brother.

“Thanks.” Sara said.

“No problem.” Wiatt replied.

Sara got herself comfortable and turned to her brother, “are you scared?” She asked.

“Of going to school?” Wiatt asked back.

“Y-Yeah.”

Wiatt sighed, and turned to give his sister a hug. “I’m scared too, but remember you have me to talk to if anything happens.” He reassured her.

Sara sighed, “okay.”

Wiatt smiled and pushed a strand of hair from his sister’s face. “Now, get some sleep.” He said, closing his eyes and drifting off.

“Okay. Night, Wiatt.” Sara whispered before closing her eyes and hugging her goat plush tight.

“Night, sis.” Wiatt replied as the twins fell asleep.

The following morning, Owen dropped off the twins at school, who just stared at the building in its looming presence. “I wish you two luck on your first day, you’ll be fine I promise.” He said before driving off.

Wiatt sighed and held his backpack tight, “well, let’s get this over with then.” Wiatt said.

“Okay.” Sara replied as she followed behind her brother.

As the two made their way to the 2nd grade line up area and saw their classroom numbers were next to each other. “See it might not be so bad, I’m right next door.” Wiatt said, putting his arm around his sister.

Sara sighed, “I guess.” She replied.

Wiatt ruffled her hair a bit as they both put their stuff down and ran to the school playground to play. It cleared Sara and Wiatt’s mind for a bit and once the bell rang they were ready to go inside their respective classes. Before they left, Sara hugged her brother before following the rest of her classmates inside of her classroom.

Once inside, things remained calm, however, Sara had a feeling that something was going to go wrong. She decided to shake it off and focus, it was the first day after all…

What’s the worst that could happen?

Behind Sara, sat three kids who glared at her from behind. “Isn’t that the girl who’s dad runs that local arcade?” A blonde-haired kid, named Jo asked.

The other kid, a boy, named Maddy, looked over and nodded. “It sure is.” He exclaimed.

The three friends smirked and the other young boy threw a paper ball at Sara’s head. She was confused and turned around and the kids pretended they didn’t throw the paper at her. Sara sighed and shrugged it off as she grabbed her stuff from her backpack.

Seconds later another piece of a rolled up paper ball hit Sara again. She was getting annoyed and glared at the trio. “What’s so funny? Huh!?” Sara asked.

It wasn’t till one of the taller boys, Geoff, stood up that Sara silenced herself. . Sara squeaked and went quiet before going back to her seat.

“Man, she’s such a wuss.” Jo whispered.

“For being related to the arcade man, she’s pathetic.” Geoff replied, as they laughed.

Sara sighed and decided to ignore them. They were being jerks, she’s seen those kinds of kids at the arcade, and all she had to do was ignore them and not let them get to her. Even if she felt like crying…

With it being the first day of school, it was more of introducing the kids to what they will be learning throughout the year, rather than actually learning. However, despite the supposed-to-be welcoming environment, Sara's new bullies persisted. They continued to throw things, as well passed a note around that had bad language about Sara, which made the other kids snicker. Once the note went to her, Sara’s eyes widened seeing all the comments her peers wrote about her.

Sara’s pathetic.

Sara’s a weirdo!

Sara’s a loser.

Sara held back tears, but her sniffle was heard, which made the kids snicker.

“She’s gonna cry.” Maddy whispered.

“So she is a baby.” Jo added.

Sara put her head down, she glanced at her teacher who passed by the bullies, but said nothing about how they were acting. This crushed her a bit, and she wished lunch time would start so she could be with her brother and get away from her classmates.

By lunch, all the kids were playing on the playground, but not Sara who sat underneath a big tree with her knees up to her face.

“Sara?”

Sara looked up to see it was her brother, who looked worried at her.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“No.” Sara replied.

Wiatt sat next to his sister and put his arm around her. “What happened?”

Before Sara could respond an empty water bottle came flying and hit Sara in the head. She let out a shriek and while it didn’t hurt her, it did scare her. Wiatt was horrified and turned to see that the trio of bullies standing where the bottle was thrown.

“They happened.” Sara cried.

Wiatt glared and growled as he marched over to the bullies. “Hey! Knock it off!” He yelled. The bullies stared at Wiatt with a smirk. “Leave my little sister alone!”

“Huh, didn’t know the wuss had a brother.” Geoff commented.

Maddy scoffed, “he doesn’t look like a boy. He looks like a gir-'' the boy was cut off when Wiatt shoved him to the ground.

“Don’t you DARE call me a girl!” Wiatt shouted.

Jo shoved Wiatt on the ground back and pinned him down.

“Wiatt!” Sara yelled, as she runned towards her brother. However, before she could pull the blonde haired kid off her brother, Geoff grabbed Sara by her overalls and pinned her down as well.

Sara shivered as tears started to fall from her eyes. She let out a sob as she saw Jo punch Wiatt in the face. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw that she was going to suffer the same fate as well.

Just as the taller boy was about to hit Sara, the bell rang and the bullies got off the Nicholson Twins. “You two are lucky the bell rang!” Geoff shouted.

“Next time you mess with us, we’ll do so much worse to your wuss of a sister!” Jo threatened before the three walked back to class.

Wiatt glared, “jerks!” He spat, getting up and checking on his glasses to see if they were cracked. He turned to Sara who got up and was crying. Wiatt frowned and slowly went to his sister and pulled her into a hug.

“I don’t like school anymore.” Sara cried. “I want to go home!”

Wiatt frowned and rubbed his sister’s back as she cried. He didn’t care if both of them would get in trouble for coming back late, his sister needed comfort right now.

When school ended for the day, Owen waited in his car for his kids. He saw most of the kids walking out the school, but not his own. He was worried his kids got in trouble on their first day of school. Just as he was about to leave the car he saw Wiatt and Sara come out of the building, but something felt off about them.

Wiatt and Sara saw their dad’s car and went over to it, opened the door and sat in the backseat not saying a word or even looking up at their father.

“Are you two okay?” Owen asked.

“No.” Sara replied. “Some kids hate me.” 

Owen’s eyes widened until he looked at his son. He let out a gasp seeing a bruise had formed on his cheek. “Wiatt don’t tell me you got into a fight again.”

“I had to! They threw an empty bottle at Sara and they called me…” Wiatt shouted, forming tears in his eyes.

Owen frowned, “Wiatt I told you no fighting. Even if it’s just to protect your sister, or even to correct people.” He reminded his son.

“I know! But they deserve it!” 

“Wiatt Rowan Carlos Nicholson enough!” Owen shouted.

Wiatt shut his mouth as his father dropped his full name. Sara flinched as well.  “Sorry.” He said, quietly. “I just don’t like how Sara was treated today.”

Owen sighed calming down. “I understand you care for your sister, and I’m sorry for raising my voice.” He said.

It went quiet in the car, as everyone needed to calm down after what happened. Sara was the one to break the silence, “c-can we go home now?” She asked.

“Y-Yeah. Let’s go home.” Owen replied as he started the car and drove back home. The car ride was silent, no one said a word or asked if music should be played. It was going to be a long school year for the entire family.

~~~~~

Incase anyone doesn’t know who is who (my headcanons only)

Geoff is Gruff

Jo is Nightlight

And Maddy is Lorenzo

I only kept Maddy from my original fanfic called Sara, but I re-named the bullies since now we got more lore about the spirits representing the defunct animatronics.

[sludgeguzzler]

holy shit the moons so bright tonight

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OHSHC: Mitsukuni (Honey) x Fem!Reader Fluff

A/N: Okay so this was something I wrote WAY back in 2013 when I was obsessed with Ouran Highschool Host Club. So I did make a bunch of revisions (like fixing typos and changing up some of the events that occur).

But if you wanna read the original check it out on my DeviantArt!

Welp, hope ya'll enjoy this!

It was a lovely Friday afternoon. School was out and most students were eager to go home. 

But you, on the other hand, decided to visit the Host Club for a few hours. You always looked forward going to it everyday after school, though not just because you desperately wanted to be swooned by handsome men.

You just liked to observe the hosts indulging in their element, be it Tamaki’s flamboyant acts or the Hitachiin twins’ performances. All the while, you drank tea and ate delicious pastries whilst chatting with other ladies who babbled about their crushes.

Most had their eyes on Tamaki, for obvious reasons, but for you there was a different host that stole your heart every time, without fail:

Mitsukuni, or “Honey” as everyone liked to call him. 

You did have a slight crush on him, considering you both shared classes and hung-out quite often on the weekends. But even after all the years you’ve known him, you never actually acted on this crush, not wanting to take away his duties as a host.

Besides he might treat you extra “sweetly”, but you assumed he was like this with all the other girls.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Honey didn't see you the same way as he saw them. To him you weren't just another visitor to entertain.

He saw you as something, well, more.

........

'Okay this wasn't...what I expected. But I guess I'll have to stay for a little while longer..' You sighed as you looked down at the blonde who was now laying on your lap.

Honey must've had a sugar crash, since he fell asleep on the same sofa you so-happened to be on, even though the club meeting had ended fifteen minutes ago.

'Poor guy must be tired, running around and entertaining..he deserves at least this.' Relaxing back against the sofa, you gently stroked his hair with one hand, and kept Usa-chan wrapped around your free arm. You were sure he wouldn't mind it, given that he's let you hold it before.

All the while, you hummed a gentle song, taking note of the tiny smile that adorned his sleeping face. You knew very well that you shouldn't move, but you didn't mind it. 

Being able to get this close to him made it worthwhile.

Haruhi, Mori, and Kyoya would glance over every so often while they were cleaning up, smiling at the scene. Meanwhile, Tamaki and the twins were hiding behind a nearby couch, looking at you with comically-wide eyes. They wondered how you've managed to not wake up Honey at all, and how you were so calm.

You looked over and gave them a bemused smile, waving politely. Honestly you didn't know what their deal was. They were staring at you like you were about to invoke the wrath of god.

Or in this case the wrath of the loli-shota.

"H-How does [y/n] do that?" The frenchman stammered as he gazed at the twins.

""It must be Nekozawa's sleeping magic. Maybe she's in cahoots with him."" The brothers replied, trembling too.

"You guys are acting insane." Haruhi sighed as she walked past the three with a porcelain tray in her hands. "She’s known Honey-senpai for years, so..it's obvious they're close. Doesn’t take a genius to know why she’s not afraid of him.”

"But why does she keep choosing him every time she visits?!! A-Am I somehow unworthy?!!" Tamaki cried out, already tearing up. "It makes no sense!! Mommy!! What do you make of this?!!" He swung his head to the already-annoyed Kyoya.

"Tamaki..our job here at the club is to make every girl happy, right? That includes Miss [L/n]-"

"B-But-But..she could at least give me a cha--!!"

"If you'll let me finish..." The black-haired male huffed. "Like every girl here, she has the right to choose whichever host she desires. You don't get to make that decision for her. So I suggest you keep it down, lest you wake up Honey-senpai." Fixing his glasses, he turned back to his laptop, ending the conversation.

Tamaki pouted in defeat and got up from his hiding spot. The twins followed him to where you sat and crouched down, now more curious than fearful.

"Gentlemen." You sighed quietly, waiting for them to get to the point so they could leave you alone.

"How are you able to keep so calm??" Hikaru hissed.

"We told you how he acts when his nap is disturbed.” Kaoru added. “You’re taking a big risk-”

“You’re overreacting a bit.” Finding it hard not to chuckle at their bewildered expressions, you kept your gaze on Honey instead. "I see no reason to be terrified of him waking up from a nap. People get cranky after naps all the time. But they eventually get over it, don't they?"

Then you glanced back up at the three, smiling reassuringly. "I do believe that little “horror story” you told me. But don't worry, if anything happens I'll protect you guys, okay? Nothing bad will happen to anyone here...especially not Honey.” You patted the sleeping blonde’s head.

The twins were relieved--moved, even--by your response, but Tamaki on the other hand seemed a bit freaked out by your promise to protect them. He tried grabbing your shoulders to yell about how “guys should protect girls, not the other way around”, though the duo managed to restrain him.

"B-Boss!! Cut it out!"

"You're gonna wake him!!!"

Unfortunately, the commotion they were making was exactly what stirred Honey from his rest. The three hosts immediately retreated back to their hiding place, expecting their fellow club member to awaken in rage.

But all he did was open his eyes and rub them tiredly. 

"Morning, Hon." You chuckled, ruffling his hair lightly.

As he realized you were still in the same spot as before, he smiled up at you. "Did I really sleep all night, [y/n]-chan?"

"No, only for a little while." You allowed him to sit up, and you handed him Usa-chan. "Have any good dreams?"

"Hmm..yeah, I did." Honey took his rabbit plushie, legs swinging as he tried to recall the details. "I..we were at a fair with lots of cake and ice cream! Then I...o-on the ferris wheel I might've..." He hugged the rabbit closer, to the point of hiding his blushing face.

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Might've what?"

"A-Asked you out and..and k-kissed you."

His response stunned you, and you could feel your heart skip several beats. In truth you've had similar dreams, although you never did get to the kissing part--instead you'd wake up with disappointment, never knowing if he accepted your confession.

"You know I dreamed of that, too. But..I never knew what your answer would be." You sighed despondently. "No matter how much I try to fall back asleep..I can't finish that dream. It's a shame.."

He shyly looked up at you, and he set down Usa-chan before taking your hands into his own. You gazed at him with surprise, wondering what he was going to do. "Honey? What-?"

His face inched closer to yours, and before you knew it, he kissed you perfectly on the lips.

Yep! Right here and right now he was kissing you!

The kiss tasted sweet, much like his personality and all those desserts he's had throughout the day. And you were in shock that this was really happening, but you smiled into the kiss, wanting to return it before he got the wrong idea.

When you both broke apart, Honey's eyes were large and tearful. But they were happy tears. "Y-You really do like me? But..I-I thought...I was too-"

"Honey, there's nothing about you that I don't love." You chuckled. "You're a good-hearted, smart, strong, and kind man. And that's all I could ever ask for. We've been great friends for a while and...the fact we share the same dreams must mean something."

"Something like...u-us being a couple, right?"

"Exactly, and right now..I wanna make those dreams a reality. Will you help me make them so?"

He was so overjoyed that he embraced you tightly, nearly crushing your spine. But you hugged him back, resting your chin on top of his head. You could feel his vigorous nod and knew that this is what he wanted for so long.

Of course he was probably still worried about his position as a host, so you looked to the others in question. "A-Ah..I meant to ask-"

"I see no issue with this," Kyoka smiled lightly. "I trust that this newly-blossoming relationship will not interfere with club activities."

""We knew you two were gonna get together eventually."" The twins spoke in unison once more, although they were just glad that Honey didn't snap at anyone this time.

Haruhi and Mori only flashed smiles at you two, the latter happy about his cousin finally confessing to the one he loved. He’s known about it longer than anyone at the club.

Once you let go of Honey, he jumped up and grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet. "Takashi!! Can [y/n] come over for the weekend??"

"Sure, why not?" The tall male nodded.

"Yaaaay--huh? Tama-chan?" Honey blinked as he noticed the only one who didn't react positively was the club leader himself, who was sulking in the corner. "Aren't you gonna say anything?"

"Yes..I'd say we're all done here," he sighed in an exasperated tone. "If [y/n]'s happiness lies with Honey-senpai then...that's how it is, I guess. The host club is dismissed. You’re all free to leave now."

Of course, that wasn't the kind of send-off anyone expected. But the other hosts left, figuring Tamaki would eventually get over it. Though you told Honey to wait outside for a moment, not wanting to end this day on a sour note.

You reentered the now empty music room, seeing the princely-type staring out the window solemnly. Part of you felt guilty for not spending more time with him, even though he was often a nuisance trying to steal your attention.

"Hey, Tamaki-senpai..I have a feeling I somehow offended you by choosing Honey over you. And I'm sorry-"

"Nonsense." He glanced back at you, the brightness returning to his violet eyes. "I'm so obsessed with trying to charm every lady that it turned me into a blind fool. Until now I never realized that, in the end, it's what makes you happy, not me. I won't get in the way of your relationship with Honey-senpai. Cross my heart."

He made a gesture to seal that promise, smiling softly. "I mean it. I'm very happy for you two and I wish you all the best."

Knowing that he wasn't angry or upset anymore, you smiled and rewarded the "king" with a peck on the cheek. He gasped lightly and stared at you, touching the spot where you kissed him.

"Thank you. It's because of you and this club that I got to know Honey even more so...I owe you at least this. Have a good weekend." You winked before you turned on your heel and ran after your new boyfriend, leaving an incredibly flustered Tamaki alone in the room.

'Ahaha..her heart may belong to another, but she took the time to repair mine.’

[ragingbookdragon]

If You Ever Want To Be In Love, I'll Come Around

Barry Allen x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Based off this ask here! I hope you enjoy!

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Living in Central City, he expected a lot:

Being held up at the bank because Snart decided to rob it? Check.

Having a car window blown out because the Flash sped by? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster and fight crime along side him? Check.

Still though, he never expected to see Barry’s bright and bubbly face at seven A.M. on a Saturday morning when he’d just rolled out of bed, not bothering to pull on a shirt or a pair of sweats, merely hobbling to the door as he tried to avoid bumping into things with his bruised side.

He pulled open the door, blinking blearily at the man who was beaming back at him, hands placed on the shoulders of a young boy who came up to their middles.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Barry greeted. “I know it’s early.”

“Really?” (Y/N) muttered, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “What gave it away? The sun peeking in through the windows?” he lowered his hand, blinking hard once more. “Mornin’ Wally.”

The kid smiled and waved. “Good morning, Mister (Y/N).”

“Why’d you bring me Kid Flash?” he asked, looking at Barry and the scientist sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I forgot I had a conference in Coast City and Iris asked me to watch Wally today.” He smiled apologetically. “I’d take Wally, but it’s a work thing and it wouldn’t be professional to bring him in with me.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I got it.” His gaze drifted to the boy. “You like video games?”

Wally’s head tipped up and down rapidly. “I love ‘em.”

“Got a new PlayStation system in the den.” He tipped his head. “Help yourself.”

The kid was gone, whizzing by in a flash and Barry smiled, wide and toothy. “Thank you, (Y/N). I know this is last minute and you’d want to enjoy your Saturday but—”

(Y/N) reached out, resting a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help you out.”

“Yeah?” Barry questioned and he nodded.

“Always.” They gazed at each other for a moment, and (Y/N) felt his heart stutter in his chest at the closeness. “But knowing you, you’re going to be late, so I’d get a move on.”

The Speedster looked to his watch and his eyes widened; he turned, hurrying down the hall. “I’ll make it up to you, (Y/N)! Thanks again!”

“Be safe!” he called back, closing the apartment door; turning around, he saw Wally stretched out on the couch, a controller in his hands, a bag of chips open, along with a two-liter soda cracked. “This is gonna be a long day,” he muttered, wandering back to his bedroom to shower and dress.

***

He held an easy pace beside the young teen, but he could tell the kid was itching to run a mile a second. Wally did that thing that Barry did when the anticipation was running in his veins; he’d start buzzing, until he seemed like he was going to phase out.

“You good, Wally?” he asked, and the boy looked up, nodding his head.

“Yeah. Just…going slower than usual.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Sorry I can’t run as fast as you guys. I’ve only got super soldier legs.”

Wally laughed. “You are faster than most humans, Mist—uh, (Y/N).” he’d told the kid after four times of hearing, ‘Mister (Y/N)’ to just call him ‘(Y/N)’. “Barry says you might be faster than Batman.”

“Bruce is pretty fast,” he acknowledged. “Though that’s because he’s been conditioned to run that fast.” (Y/N) glanced over. “Speaking of Batman…how’s that crush of yours going?”

The kid’s face turned red, and his eyes shot to the ground. “Uh…it’s good…we’re gonna hang out on Friday.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s the son, isn’t it? Dick?”

“Yeah…we met a few years ago.” Wally had a bashful smile on his face. “I like him a lot.”

“I think you two are gonna be great together. You’ve got that bond that most people don’t before they get together.”

Wally blinked curiously. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) met his gaze. “You two are best friends. Folks who get together after being friends for years on end are usually better off than those who aren’t.” he nudged Wally in the side. “I think in a few more years, the lot of us will be watching your taillights as you head to your honeymoon.”

“(Y/N)!” Wally blurted out, cheeks turning crimson, though his smile only grew.

“I’m teasing, kid. But really, I think you and Dick are gonna be great.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Wally looked away, his smile falling and (Y/N) caught it. “What’s up, kid?”

“You don’t…you don’t think it’s weird because we’re both boys?”

He blinked, not expecting that conversation to come up, but he recovered, shaking his head. “No matter what you identify as Wallace, whether gay or bisexual, it’s not weird or shameful.” (Y/N) came to a stop and placed his hand on the kid’s head. “You’re perfect the way you are and who you love is your business alone. And if people don’t respect that, then they’re not worth your time or concern. Okay?”

Wally’s eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and he suddenly lurched forward, wrapping his arms around the super soldier’s waist; (Y/N) smiled heartfully, wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulders, patting his back. “You’re okay, kid. All of this is completely normal. You’re not weird or anything deviant because of this.”

The boy sniffed harshly. “Thanks (Y/N).”

He squeezed Wally’s shoulders. “Alright kid, let’s keep running, yeah?”

As they fell into another easy pace, the boy murmured, “You and Barry are best friends.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, I’m not Hal, but yeah, I think I’m one of Barry’s best friends.”

“Do you like Barry?”

He choked on his spit, skidding to a halt as he coughed harshly, hands on his knees. “What?”

Wally merely blinked. “Do you like Barry? Like I like Dick?”

(Y/N) felt flustered, which didn’t happen easily, and his mouth opened and closed, but all that came out was a croaking sound. “It’s complicated, kid.”

“How so?”

He sighed. “I don’t think Barry’s into guys, Wally. And besides, he’s with Iris. It’d be wrong to say something.”

Wally gazed at him. “Barry didn’t tell you then.”

“Tell me what?”

“He and Auntie Iris broke up a few months ago.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“Barry said they were at different points in their lives, and it didn’t seem right to keep a relationship going when they weren’t at the same spot.” He waved. “Or something like that. There was a lot of big words and metaphorical shit.”

“Hey!” (Y/N) shouted. “No cursing.”

Wally stuck his tongue out, then started running again, leaving him to follow. “But yeah, they broke up.”

“Why hasn’t Barry told me?” the question was more to himself than Wally, but he took it as if it were to him.

“I think Barry likes you, but he’s not sure how to approach it.”

(Y/N)’s lips pulled downwards. “Has he said anything that gives it away?”

Wally shook his head. “Not really, but any time I’m around you guys, he’s always watching you with that dorky smile on his face…like just the sight of you makes him happy to be alive.”

His cheeks felt hot, and he tried to remember every moment of being around Barry. “I feel like a fool.”

“He does talk about you a lot. How you impress him by always being a good man. Having good morals despite all your hardships.” Wally looked unimpressed. “It’s kinda gross how sappy he is.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Alright, kid. Rein it in. You talk about Dick like that.”

Now it was Wally’s turn to flush with embarrassment. “I do not!”

“Do too,” he shot back, before shoving the kid in the side and sprinting as fast as he could. “Last one to the end of the trail has to buy ice-cream!”

“Hey! No fair! You cheated!”

“What are you talking about! You literally have super-speed!”

***

By the time Barry made it back to (Y/N)’s apartment, it was a quarter to two; he opened the door for the Speedster, pressing a finger to his lips. “I just got the kid to go to sleep.”

Barry smiled. “Where is he?”

“I let him have my bed.” He topped his head to the living room. “I set up on the couch for the night.”

“That was nice of you,” he murmured, following (Y/N) into the den. “How’d it go today?”

He laughed quietly. “I’ve discovered the one difference between the two of you is that Wally’s mouth doesn’t move as fast, and I can actually understand what he’s saying. But damned if you two don’t talk fast.” (Y/N) grinned at Barry. “We played video games and went for a run to burn off all the junk food we ate. I think we had some good fun.”

Barry smiled, taking a seat on the sheeted sofa, (Y/N) beside him; their thighs brushed together. “I’m glad you two had fun today. I really appreciate you doing this.” He started to pull out his wallet. “I picked up a hundred for you.”

He shoved the wallet away. “Gimme a break, Barry. I did this for you. Not so you could pay me.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like the kid, so it’s free anyway.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He nodded, resting his head back, mulling over his thoughts, and Barry knew it. “Is something wrong?”

“Wally and I talked about a couple things today…one’s easy to tell you but the other…not so much.”

“I’m all ears,” Barry promised.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “You know Wally’s questioning himself, right?”

“About his sexuality? Yeah, I knew. Why?”

“He’s…concerned that it might be weird.” He hummed. “I think maybe someone at school or somewhere else might’ve said something homophobic and he’s not sure how to deal with it. But I told him what he’s feeling is normal and there’s nothing wrong with having a different sexuality other than heterosexual.”

“I—I didn’t know,” Barry murmured. “I knew he was questioning, but I didn’t know that…”

He seemed so hurt, so upset, so ashamed and (Y/N) didn’t look at him as he rested a hand on Barry’s thigh. “He’s probably just nervous about breaching the subject. He would’ve come to you in his own time, Barry. We know both know that—know how much he respects and trusts you to help him.”

Barry swallowed thickly, eyes concentrated on (Y/N)’s warm hand. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He patted the Speedster’s thigh before pulling away, resting his hands back in his lap. “What about the second thing?”

“What?” he said.

“You said you had another thing to talk about.” Barry seemed curious. “What is it?”

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, not wanting to look away from the white ceiling, but he willed himself to do so, meeting Barry’s bright blue eyes. “We’ve been friends for a long time, Barry. A few good years now.” He swallowed thickly, searching the man’s gaze for a moment, and admitted, “I…love you, Barry.”

The Speedster’s eyes went wide, jaw dropping in shock, but it didn’t stop him from speaking.

“Wally said you and Iris broke up a few months ago, but even before then, I’d never try to worm my way into anything, especially your personal relationships, so I kept quiet about my feelings, but…but if there’s any way you feel the same about me…I’d love to explore that with you.”

Barry’s cheeks were turning pink in the moonlight and (Y/N) took a leap of faith, turning slightly to rest a hand on his cheek, softly bringing their lips together. The Speedster melted into the kiss, his own hands coming up to cup the soldier’s cheeks. They were so warm under each other’s palms, giggling like two teens under the bleachers at a football game, coming back to each other after each gentle kiss.

They pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, both breathless with giddy smiles on their faces, small peals of laughter falling from their mouths and (Y/N) dumbly giggled, “Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”

Barry nodded, body starting to vibrate as it did when he was excited. “I’d like that a lot.” He thumbed (Y/N)’s lips, smiling as the super soldier’s eyes slipped shut, pressing his lips to the pad of Barry’s finger. “And (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

[bonjour-rainycity]

Imagine: Being friends with Alice and asking Carlisle for help on your chemistry homework

Characters: Cullen family, female reader

Rating: G

Word count: 2120

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Wait, omg I’m so happy I found a blog that’s updated recently and I’m definitely gonna ✨stalk✨ your blog and read all your writing after hw but if you’re still doing requests, I thought of something that I would just love to see written. And this could be short or something, y’know? It can be whatever you want it to be, but what if the reader is somewhat friends with the Cullens? Reader (maybe like 20 years old?) is invited to their house one weekend after bumping into Alice and becoming friends and from passing conversation, reader knows that Carlisle is a doctor so she asks him if he could help her with her organic chemistry hw cause she’s studying to be a med student? 

A/n Wow I’m so sorry this took me so long! It’s such a cute request and I loved writing it! Thanks for sending it in and for being patient with me :)

Shoot.

Mentally, I groan, stopping my progress towards my car.

I still have chem homework.

I fiddle with the keys in my hand, contemplating. You could go home…lay in bed…maybe with a pint of ice cream…and pass out in a stress and sugar-induced coma.

Oh, how tempting.

But then I remind myself of why I’m putting myself through the hell that is a STEM degree, and turn on my heel, heading back to campus. I know I won’t get any work done if I go home, so the library it is! Thank goodness it’s open twenty-four hours, because it’s creeping up to eleven and I don’t have the heart to return to one of the academic buildings.

Seeing as it’s Friday night, the library isn’t crowded. Still, I push past all the tables on the first floor and head up to my favorite spot on the second. Settling in at my favorite partially secluded table, I pull out my organic chemistry textbook, pop in my earbuds, and get to work.

{***}

A small, pale hand skims over the table near my book, and I look up with a start.

Alice Cullen stands by my desk, clutching a set of books that look too heavy for her thin arms, but she seems to be managing fine. She and I met during the first week of classes, and have been tentative friends ever since. We don’t see much of each other, given our varying degree programs, but she always greets me with a friendly smile and an offer to join her to study. I pull out my headphones, and give her a tired smile. “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Good!” She smiles excitedly, somehow keeping her energy levels at—I check the time on my phone—1:12 am! “Have you been here for long?”

I shrug, feeling the weight of the late hour on my shoulders. “Since around eleven. I was going home but then I forgot I have o-chem homework. I don’t think it should be taking me this long, but I’m struggling. Thankfully only half of it is due in the morning. The rest isn’t due until after the weekend.”

Alice peers over to look at my book and the problems I work through in my notebook. “Oh, those do look hard. But you know, my dad is a doctor, and he probably knows this stuff like the back of his hand. He’d be more than happy to help you.”

I blanch. An invitation to the Cullen’s house? And free help on o-chem homework?

But then I remember my manners. “Oh, thank you, but I couldn’t—”

“Please,” she squeaks, balancing her books in one arm and using the other to retrieve her phone. “We’d be happy to have you over! I’ll let my family know. Does tomorrow around lunchtime work?”

“Uh,” I swallow, not sure I’m believing my ears. “That works great, thank you! I can bring the food?”

She shakes her head, waving off the offer. “Don’t worry about it—Mom loves to cook and will be excited to really use the kitchen. Oh! And there’s this new series my sisters and I have been dying to watch. It’s called Broadchurch. Have you heard of it? Maybe we can start it and see if it’s any good!”

I nod dumbly, too tired and relieved for the help to refuse again. “That sounds fun! Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiles, shrugging like it’s nothing. “What are friends for?”

My smile softens. She considers us friends. “Do you want to walk out together? It’s pretty late.”

She beams and waits while I collect my stuff.

{***}

I pull up to the front of the massive house.

Alice is waiting for me on the porch. She waves excitedly, and I notice her fiancé standing near the door, looking uncomfortable. I stifle a chuckle. It’s well-known that Jasper, introvert in every sense of the word, fell hard for Alice who is the embodiment of an extravert. I wave, grabbing my backpack and stepping out of the car.

“Welcome,” Alice practically shouts. Jasper gives me a polite nod.

I smile at the two of them, calling out my hello’s and climbing the stairs to the porch. The second Jasper opens the door, I’m greeted by the warm smile of Esme Cullen.

“Hello, Y/n, welcome to our home! We are so happy to have you here.” She extends a warm smile, one I can’t help but return immediately.

Alice leads us straight to the living room, where two of her adoptive siblings, Emmett and Rosalie, lounge. Rosalie sketches something I can’t see, and Emmett yells loudly at the TV, losing at a video game.

“Beat it, Emmett,” Alice chirps, dancing over and taking the controller from his hands. “We’re going to watch Broadchurch.”

Putting his frustration at the game aside, Emmett grins, standing and ruffling Alice’s hair. “Alright, I was getting my ass kicked anyway. Hey, Y/n, good to see you again.”

I return his greeting, familiar with Emmett from an intro to theatre class we had together last semester. The image of his interpretation of Juliet for our final project comes to mind, and I have to stifle a laugh. Emmett goes to leave the room, pulling Jasper with him.

“Send Bella down, would you,” Alice calls after them, already settling on the couch. “Rose, you know Y/n, right?”

Rosalie looks up from her sketching. She smiles briefly at me, then returns to her task. I sit awkwardly next to Alice, waiting for Bella so we can start the show.

“There aren’t many women in STEM.”

My head shoots up, wide eyes turning in Rosalie’s direction. She doesn’t look up from her work, but I know she’s addressing me—Alice is studying fashion merchandising and design.

“Y-yeah,” I stammer. Alice’s older sister is just so intimidating. Well-spoken, obviously intelligent, tall, prettier than anyone I’ve ever met, and top of her law class. She’s not exactly warm either, like her mother or sister—even now, there’s a cold bite to her tone. But the edges of her lips quirk up, and I can tell she’s being nice.

“Don’t let the guys push you around. What you’re doing is important, and you’re probably smarter than them. What do you want to do with your degree?”

The answer, always on my heart and mind, is automatic. “I want to be a doctor. So, med school is next.”

She nods once. “Good.”

And apparently that’s the end of our conversation.

I try to hide my smile by rummaging around in my backpack for my water bottle. It’s nice to feel supported.

Bella comes gliding down the stairs and twists into the living room, folding herself easily onto the love seat. She greets me, and then tosses me the throw over the back of her couch. Alice nods as if forgetting something, then reaches into a basket hidden between our couch and Rosalie’s chair and produces three more blankets, throwing two to her sisters and keeping one for herself. She shoots me a grin as each of us, even the serious Rosalie, snuggles up.

Alice stands, turning off the lights and then wraps back in her blanket and scoots near me on the couch. “I hope this is good!” With a grin, she opens Netflix and plays the first episode.

{***}

Broadchurch does not disappoint. Before I know it, we’re halfway through the second episode, eyes glued to the screen. Bella, who was definitely reading a book under her blanket at the start, has put it to the side, leaning forward and watching the show intently.

The front door creaks, then clicks closed, and Alice smiles, pressing pause on the remote. “Dad’s home.”

Before long, the famed local doctor comes in to say hi to the girls and to greet me. He’s just as welcoming as his wife!

“Alice told me you are having trouble with some organic chemistry homework?”

I nod, hoping it’s not too much to ask for his help. “I got a good start on some of the problems last night, but I keep messing up. I’m not really sure where I’m going wrong—there’s no answer key so I can’t work backwards through the problems.”

He nods, casually resting his hands in the pocket of his slacks. “I remember o-chem homework quite well.” He grins conspiratorially. “It is the bane of many a med student’s existence. Why don’t you girls finish up your episode and then join Esme and me in the kitchen for lunch? I can take a look at your homework if you like.”

Relief washes over me. “That would be great, thank you so much.”

He smiles warmly. “Of course. Now, if you all will excuse me….” With a twinkle in his eye, he leaves us to rejoin his wife.

This family is so nice! I wonder why they get so much flack at school?

Alice resumes the episode, and soon my musings are washed away as I try to piece together the mystery of the murder before the detectives can.

{***}

Esme is a wonderful cook. Carlisle sings her praises but doesn’t fix a plate for himself, saying he ate plenty as she was cooking. We all sit down at the table, though I’m the only one who eats in earnest — Bella claims to be filled up on snacks, Rose says she’s on a diet, and Alice takes a small helping for herself, every now and then poking the chicken in mild disgust. I don’t see what the problem is, the food is fantastic!

Carlisle sits down next to me, and I slide my textbook and notebook in his direction. He smiles, looking almost nostalgic. “I remember these. The good news is, as a doctor, you won’t be doing much of this in day-to-day life, if at all. But it is important for some courses you will take in medical school, so it’s best to master the concepts now. See, on number nineteen, you start the problem correctly, but get lost once you have to balance the equation to continue. Instead of waiting until the middle to balance, I would do that first, that way, you have a solid base before moving on to solve the rest of the problem.”

I nod, peering over at the paper intently. I hadn’t tried that strategy before.

Carlisle takes out a pen, and begins scratching out an equation. Then, he grins, shaking his head, and crosses it out, starting again in much neater handwriting. “Forgive my penmanship. Though, if you decide to continue and become a practicing doctor, your handwriting will soon be indecipherable, too.”

From across the table, Rosalie snorts, and I can’t help but laugh along. It seems almost a rite of passage for a doctor to have horrendous handwriting.

In clearer script, Carlisle continues working out the problem, then slides the paper over for me to see. He explains what he did at each step, and I nod along, trying to commit as much of it to memory as possible. He works out another problem in the same way, then asks me to try on my own. I smile tentatively as I go, hesitant to accept that I actually know how to do the problem now.

But I do.

It takes concentration to work through the steps, but I can, which is a far cry from where I was last night. Carlisle waves off my thanks, saying I just needed to try a different approach, but I had it within me all along. I bring up another section I had issues with—structures of the elements—and Carlisle teaches me a better strategy for memorizing a few and then figuring out the rest. By the time Esme and Bella have put the food away, my homework is done—in a fourth of the time it would have taken me struggling through it on my own.

“Seriously, Dr. Cullen, thank you so much.”

He smiles pleasantly, handing me back my textbook. “Of course. If you need help again, just come on over. I know the girls love having the company, and my wife and I enjoyed the opportunity to meet you as well.”

Esme appears behind her husband, laying her hands affectionately on his shoulders. “Absolutely, Y/n. Please come over any time.”

I pack up my homework and thank them once again for lunch and for the help. Alice darts to my side, grinning. “Ready to finish the episode?”

I feel so much lighter now that my homework is done, and I don’t feel guilty at all for spending time with my new friends. In fact, I may even indulge in that ice cream when I get home.

“Absolutely.”

A/n Thanks for reading! If you have a moment, here’s the link to my masterlist :)

[anotherninjagoblog]

LoveSick

Ehhhhh the title is iffy. :P 

BUT

This fic has been in my drafts for a while, and I’m actually really proud of how it turned out! I really took my time, and I hope y’all like it just as much as I do <3. Special thanks to ellieloves2read, fizzysugarwater, and miraculous-ninjabird who commented their headcanons on my last post! It really helped me out with the last couple passages :)

Summary: Being sick and having new relationship anxiety towards your best-friend turned boyfriend sucks. (Bruiseshipping/Geodeshipping)

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“You sure you don’t want us to give you a ride home?”

“Yeah,” he paused, pulling the scarf over his mouth and nose, suddenly getting the urge to sneeze again.

A second later and the feeling went away. 

“Cole is going to drive me.” Jay said, finishing his sentence.

He pulled his scarf down again, his breath coming out in a small fog. It was a cold Friday night, and he and Nya had gone with Lloyd to watch the football game. Not only to support Nya’s brother Kai, but Jay’s boyfriend Cole. 

Jay’s heart thumped in his chest. Boyfriend was such a nice word.

The game had ended ten minutes ago with Ninjago High securing a victory that night. With the football team yet to come out of the stadium’s locker room, and Lloyd having already being picked up by his father, it left Jay and Nya shivering as they stood over by the gate directly across from where Cole and Kai would exit. Everyone else was already leaving, undoubtedly to rush to their cars and blast their heaters on the way to their nice warm houses.

Nya gave him a skeptical look, narrowing her eyes. “Dude, come on, you look way worse than when you showed up.”

Well, she’s not wrong, Jay thought to himself.

He should have known he was going to end up sick. That foreboding feeling had been following him for a couple days now, the runny nose, the beginnings of a sore, scratchy throat. 

Before he had left for school that day, he ended up taking cold syrup as a precaution. But now that he was standing there, sniffling and sneezing, he realized he should have taken more, or at least taken it with him. And to tell the truth, he was absolutely suffering. He hated everything having to do with being sick since forever.

Nya, who had steadily watched his condition worsen and the night become colder, had continually offered him the choice to leave together. But, the thought of not being there to support Cole when he could just suck it up (a little while longer, he repeated as an internal mantra) ate at him just a tiny bit more. 

“It’s uh, not as bad as it looks?” He croaked, giving a weak smile. The pain in his throat seemed to resonate with every word he spoke. Jay fought the need to pull at his scarf again. 

Nya rolled her eyes. She was not convinced. 

“Nya! Jay!”

The duo turned around to the sound of Cole’s voice to see him and Kai jogging over to where they were standing. 

Jay felt warm at the call. Smiling, he gave a wave as they got closer. 

Kai jogged a bit faster, hooking his arms around Jay and Nya. Despite how cold it had gotten, Kai only seemed to radiate heat through his sweatshirt. “Did you see me out there? Other team didn’t know what hit em’.” He paused, looking around. “Greenie leave already?”

“Yeah,” Jay answered. “You guys-” Something in his chest tightened, and Jay immediately pulled away from Kai as he suddenly broke out into a coughing fit. 

“-did great.” He finished, his voice coming out raspy. When he turned back around, Kai and Nya had taken their distance from his mini germ explosion, while Cole only kept moving towards him.

Before he could utter a hello, Cole placed a hand on his forehead, before repeatedly replacing it on his cheek and forehead once again. 

He held Jay’s face in between his hands, a concerned look gracing his features.

“You’re running a fever.” 

...So it wasn’t just the blushing from their reunion.

Ignoring the discomfort bubbling inside from the symptoms of his cold, Jay stepped back.

“I um, might be coming down with something.” He answered, pulling the edge of the scarf over his mouth.

“You literally sounded as if you were about to hack up a lung!” Interjected Kai, who was still, rightfully so, keeping his difference.

Nya left her spot next to her brother and walked up beside Cole. “I tried telling him. Even Lloyd offered. But you know, he was really compelled by the power of looooove,” she drawled. 

Jay was about to make some sort of retort when Cole offered him his hand.

“Let’s get you home, okay?” He said gently.

Jay nodded. Now he was really about to melt.

They bid their goodbyes until Monday to Kai and Nya before they walked off in separate directions to their cars. The walk to Cole’s truck felt much longer than it was, and Jay kind of felt like he was beginning to space out, Cole’s hand and the sound of their footsteps on the pavement serving as his only tether.

They were about to approach his truck when another car had pulled up next to them. It was a couple of other guys from the football team Jay could just barely make out in the dark.

“Yo Cole! We’re going out to eat to celebrate - you coming?”

“Nah man, go without me!” Cole said, waving them off. The truck just steps away, Cole shifted his heavy bag onto one shoulder, before pulling the keys out of his pocket. The doors unlocked with a small click and a flash of the headlights. “Come on Bluebell.” he said, letting go of Jay’s hand.

Jay climbed into the passenger side without another word, closing the door and automatically putting on his seatbelt. 

Cole climbed in right after, shoving his bag into the backseat before he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together and turned on the truck, cranking up the heater full blast.

“Check in there will you?” Cole asked, pointing at the glovebox. “Or, I might have some cough drops around...somewhere....” he said, his voice trailing off as he opened the middle compartment between the seats.

Jay opened up the glovebox but could not find the cough drops. Cole had noticed.

“No? Okay, we’ll just get you some.” Cole said, before buckling his seatbelt. 

“It’s worse than I thought. You’re completely quiet.” He looked over his shoulder, backing out of the parking space. 

As they drove out of the lot, Jay finally spoke up.

“You should have gone with them. Don’t want to keep you from all the fun.”

Cole frowned, his eyes still focused on the road. “Jay. It’s not a problem. I promise you.”

“Okay.” Jay leaned back into the seat, watching the lights pass by outside his window. He felt so warm, so safe, and so tired, that maybe he could fall asleep...just for...a li...a little while.

.

.

.

He awoke to a gentle shake of the shoulder.

“Jay. Babe.” 

Jay blinked slowly. Upon realizing he was not home in bed, and instead, still in Cole’s truck, he sat up, startled.

“W-what? ...What happened?” He mumbled quickly. “Why did we stop?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Cole replied, leaning over, placing a hand on his cheek. Jay looked out the front window, the red neon lights of the pharmacy practically burning into his post-sleep vision. He turned back to look at Cole.

“I’m going to run inside, get you a couple things.” He turned around quickly, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “Hold onto these.”

 Jay sat up as Cole shoved the keys into his hand. “Lock the door. I’ll be back.”

And in a split moment, he was already out the truck, Jay watching as he quickly made his way over to the entrance. As Cole disappeared inside, Jay pressed the door lock, before leaning into the seat again. He could feel a headache coming on. 

Ugh, as if the sore throat wasn’t bad enough.

Maybe he should have gone home earlier. 

Especially since his germs were bound to have spread all over the interior of Cole’s truck.

And now he was in there, spending money on him. 

Jay shifted in his seat, the cold slowly beginning to seep in from outside. 

Maybe this was a mistake. 

But it didn’t feel like a mistake. His feelings were real, unapologetic in the way only one look at Cole made his heart flutter. And, maybe he imagined it, but he swore - he swore that he could see the love he felt in his heart in Cole’s eyes.

Jay absolutely loved that they were together. But, what if he was too whiny? Too self-conscious? What if everything he did secretly annoyed Cole? To the point where he would break up with him and stop being friends with him?

Jay tugged at his sleeve. They knew how to be friends, but this whole boyfriend thing is another level. 

What if...

A sharp knock on the door abruptly cut him out of his thoughts, and effectively startled Jay in his seat. 

He turned his head to look out the drivers’ side window to see Cole waiting, his hand on the door handle.

Taking a breath to settle the soul that had nearly leapt from his body, Jay then picked up the keys from their place on his lap, and pressed the button. 

Cole opened the door and climbed in, the loud rustling of a plastic bag filling in the silence. He shut the door behind him, and smiled at Jay, raising the bag up beside his face.

“Let me turn on the heater again, it’s getting cold in here.” Jay handed Cole the keys, and he waited for the heat to blast in through the vents before turning in his seat to face Jay. 

“For you.” 

Jay gingerly received the bag from him, and peered in to view the contents. Cole reached up over his head, turning on the cabin light. 

It was a bag full of goodies to any sick person if he ever saw one. Pulling it closer and setting it on his lap for proper inspection, he began to rummage through it.

At the top of the bag were tissues, and to his delight, there was a box of the special ones - the ones that didn’t make your nose red every time you had to blow - as well as many pocket-sized packs. As if that wasn’t great already, there were two medium sized bags of cough drops - mint and cherry. A bottle of cold medicine, and just peeking underneath- 

“No way.” Jay said aloud in amused disbelief.

“For your throat.” Cole replied, smiling.

Jay pulled out the small pint of ice cream. 

Birthday cake was his favorite.

He looked at it a moment longer before tears suddenly began to well up in his eyes.

“Jay?”

There it was again. The concern, the care in his voice-

Jay began to cry. He gently set the pint in the bag before using his sweater sleeve to wipe his eyes. 

Cole leaned over, placing a hand on his knee. “Jay, what’s the matter? Are you feeling worse? What hurts?”

Jay sniffled, before hastily wiping at his eyes again. 

He looked at Cole, giving him the best smile he could. “You’re so...amazing.”

Cole returned a small smile, brushing aside a stray tear on Jay’s face. 

But the concern was still there. Jay could tell.

“Ready?”

Jay nodded, pulled out the box of tissues, and tore it open.

.

.

.

At the sound of the front door opening, Edna quickly set aside the book she had been reading. “Jay! I was just about to call when - oh honey you look awful!” She walked over from her spot at the couch, going up to the both of them.

“Gee, thanks Ma.” He replied sarcastically, then winced at the sting in his throat. He needed another cough drop. Or maybe he could open up the ice cream now. 

“Oh hello Cole! Thank you for bringing Jay home.”

Cole smiled. “It’s really no problem, Mrs. Walker.”

“You’re such a nice young man, you know, I was really happy when Jay told us you were dating!”

“Ma!” Jay grimaced at the pain from the sudden strain in his voice. “Um, can you put this is the freezer for me?” He dug into the bag quickly, pulling out the pint of ice cream, and held it out to his mother. “Before it melts.”

“Oh, alright.” She said, chuckling. 

As soon as she turned away, Jay headed to his room, Cole trailing behind him. 

He pushed open the door and turned on the lights.

Jay walked over to the dresser, setting the bag on top, before shedding his sweater and scarf and placing it in the hamper. 

Cole busied himself with looking at some of the old posters on Jay’s wall while he changed into a pair of sweatpants. 

“Hey.”

Cole turned around, meeting his gaze.

“So, uh, see you Monday?”

Cole paused, thinking for a moment before replying. 

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

Cole set the backpack down beside the door. “What happened, back in the truck.”

Jay reached for a tissue, and crumbled it in his hand. “I don’t know - I just feel sick and it’s screwing with me, I guess.” He sniffled, and stepped closer to his bed before plopping himself down on the edge. “I think I just need to sleep it off.” He said to himself, before falling backwards onto the mattress. 

The light was too bright, so Jay placed his arm over his eyes. In seconds, he heard Cole moving around. He felt the bed indent as Cole sat next to him.

“Here.” 

Jay moved his arm aside, and saw Cole offering him a dose of the medicine in the small plastic cup. Cole offered his free hand, and pulled him up. 

He took the medicine from him, downing it in one bitter gulp. Yuck.

They sat in silence before Cole spoke up. 

“You could tell me anything before, and you can still tell me anything now. That doesn’t have to change.”

“I know.” Jay pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just- I don’t think I’m all that great, you know? You? You’re amazing. Everybody wants to be your friend. You always know what to say, and you seem so good at this.” Jay said, making a gesture between the both of them. “But what about me? I’m not cool, and I know I can get on people’s nerves- sometimes I talk too much, and I just end up thinking about why you’re with me. I really care about you Cole, I really do, but what if doesn’t work? I just...I don’t want to lose you, ever.”

“Jay.” Cole said. “Deep breath in.”

Jay took a breath the best he could without coughing, before releasing it slowly out his mouth. “Deep breath out.” He murmured in response. 

“See? Perfect.” Jay slumped against Cole’s side, and the latter wrapped an arm around him.

“Hear me out.” Cole began, his voice a beat softer. “I know we’re still new to this. But, that doesn’t mean it won’t work.” He paused a moment. “...Love takes work. And I’m willing to put all of that into us. If you let me. But I promise. We will never lose each other. So for now...let’s just take things one step at a time.”

“Together?” Jay asked. 

Cole smiled. “Together.”

Oh no, Jay thought.  He was giving him that smile - the handsome one. Without thinking, he moved closer, pressing a quick kiss upon his boyfriend’s lips. 

It didn’t take longer than a second for Jay to realize what he did. “Oh my gosh! I forgot! Now I-”

Cole kissed him, cutting him off.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just come take care of me too when I’m sick, alright?”

“Deal.” Jay agreed, with a dopey smile on his face and his heart still beating.

Cole pulled his phone out of his pocket, and unlocked the screen. “It’s getting late. I should probably go, let you get some rest.” 

“Wait.” He said, grabbing Cole’s hand. “Stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“I probably stink.”

“Don’t care. Can’t really smell now anyways.” He retorted, with a sniffle at the end. 

“Okay.” Cole said, giving in. “Let me get you a couple tissues first.”

.

.

.

“Feel better?” Cole whispered. 

“....Yeah..” Jay responded sleepily.

The room was dark - only a small crack at the door allowed some of the light from the hallway to spill in

Cole was propped up against the headboard, both of Jay’s arms wrapped around his waist. He moved, making sure the blankets were snugly tucked around him. A touch to Jay’s forehead confirmed the fever was going down. 

“You still listening?” He asked.

“..mm...yeah..” 

Cole could tell he wasn’t really awake, so he went on to speak anyways.

“Sometimes I wish you saw yourself the way I do. You...everything you do makes me happy.” He said, brushing a curl behind Jay’s ear. “When you talk everyone’s ear off,” Cole chuckled, “I am more than willing to listen to every word that comes out of your mouth so long that I can see that sparkle in your eye. You’re passionate about everything you like, everything you do. I love seeing the excitement you have even for the simplest of things.”

He looked down at Jay again, who was already asleep.

“I would do anything to see you smile. I am so glad to be with you, to be your, best friend, to be your boyfriend. I want to remind you every single day.”

Cole waited a moment longer, before planting a kiss to Jay’s forehead. He grabbed a pillow, and helped position Jay in a way that would help him breathe easier throughout the night. He moved away, and his boyfriend barely stirred. 

Cole got out of bed, and was about to walk into the hallway before he stopped at the doorway. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he quickly typed out a text before gently closing the door behind him. 

Jay’s phone illuminated on the bedstand. 

Love you. I’ll be back later. 

[donutloverxo]

Let me take care of you

Note- this gif omg...Seriously I just want to hold him and make him happy 😢.  No spoilers here.

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- You help Andy relax. The best way you know how.

Pairing- Andy Barber x reader

Warnings- smut, slight daddy kink, hurt/comfort

Word count- 1.5k

Masterlist

Watching women spend thousands of dollars on trashy wedding dresses was one of your passions. Another benefit of watching say yes to the dress was you could get some ideas about buying your own wedding dress. If there will be a wedding at all...

You had hoped you would spend Friday night drinking wine and spending quality time together but Andy seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He subtly shrugged your hands off when you tried to hug him from behind. He had been grumbling and grunting since he got home. Rejecting your offer to massage him, which you had hoped would progress into more things.

“Fucking hell” you yelped hearing him curse. Tentatively you craned your neck to look at him going through some papers, angrily scribbling something down.

You immediately went back to looking at the TV screen. You didn’t love the idea of being on the receiving end of his anger. Well sometimes you did but not when he’s as angsty as today. You sneaked a few peeks at him every few seconds to see if he’s calmed down.

He'd get obsessive when he couldn’t get a case right. You got tired of hearing him grumble curses under his breathe. He’s going to let you help him whether he likes it or not.

“Hey why don’t you take a break” You asked your nervousness evident in your voice.

He scoffed “And do what? Watch those stupid shows”

You felt a pang of hurt. You knew they were stupid and lacked any substance, he didn’t have to be so mean about it. “No we can watch anything you like”

“I’ve got work” he said gathering his papers and laptop to move to his office. Great you drove him away.

You decided to leave him be for the time being, eating your feelings away with some ice cream. Putting your bowl in the sink you noticed an empty bottle of jack daniels. He managed to finish it all in just two days. Which was odd.

You gave a couple of knocks on his office door before twisting the knob to open it. It was like entering a lions den. The air around him was tense, so was he. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting to look at his laptop, jaw clenched and shoulders strained.

He finally looked up at you playing with the hem of your night shirt looking so vulnerable. He felt a pang of hurt in his chest. He was inconsiderate towards your feelings when you just wanted to spend time with him. You were the only one who would always be there for him and all he had done was push you away.

“Come here” He invited you to sit in his lap.

You obeyed like you always do, putting most of your weight on his thigh wrapping your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong baby?” you pouted knowing he’d never say no to your needy little eyes.

“It’s...so many things” He sighed tracing your cheekbones. There was some solace in knowing that you’d never be wrong. Even if everything else was fucked up, even if the whole world seemed to be against him. He could always rely on you. “I shouldn’t have snapped earlier. I’m sorry honey” he gave your forehead a quick kiss “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

You smiled thinking of about a million things you could make him do. But right now you just needed one thing from him.

You traced butterfly kisses down his neck, nuzzling his beard here and there. How you loved his beard. Especially when he ate you out. You would feel the burn of it for the whole day. It was glorious.

You palmed him through his sweats tugging on his earlobe with your teeth. He groaned throwing his head back. His shoulders releasing some of the tension.

“See this is the best way to relax. Get rid of stress you know?” you giggled at how much of a moaning mess he had become from the slightest touch from you. You stroked him in your hand while kissing him. His lips so soft, tongue so velvety against yours.

You were about to kneel to give him a little blowie. But he stopped you pushing you up to sit on the desk in front of him. He rarely ever let you go down on him. Which was both a blessing and a curse. Like right now when you craved the weight of him on your tongue.

“Andy come on” You whined as he rolled your panties down your legs tossing them somewhere.

“What was that?” He asked raising a brow.

“Daddy can I please suck your cock?” You asked as nicely as you could though you knew what the answer would be.

“The floors cold princess you’ll hurt your knees” he said kneeling between your legs. Pushing them apart to get a good look at your glistening cunt.

“But you’re...” You were cut off by his mouth wrapping around your clit. Usually he’d take a while teasing you, making you beg before he dove in. If you didn’t know better you’d say he was the one who was impatient.

You moaned as his fingers traced your folds while he licked and sucked on your clit. You tried not to move too much. His laptop and phone was right next to you.

“Oh god Andy” You cried holding onto his head. You pushed your cunt into his mouth grinding against it. His beard rubbed against your thighs and heat in the most delicious way. Both soft and rough.

If eating you out helps him get his mind off of things then so be it. He had you coming around his fingers in no time.

He looked up at you his pupils blown wide. His cerulean blue eyes almost black. He wiped his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. Smirking up at you. You gulped hard. You were in for it tonight.

Before you knew it he had you bent over his desk. Your ass grinding against his cock. He slapped it holding onto your hips to still you.

“Let’s get this off of you” he said pulling up your night shirt. You shivered as your sensitive nipples brushed against the cool hardwood desk. You felt warmth surround you with Andys naked chest against your back almost hugging you. You felt his hot throbbing cock slowing pushing into you.

He groaned in your hair as he bottomed out. “The things you do to me” He choked rutting into you. He’d planned on starting off soft and sensual, treating you like the queen you are, but he had very little patience left.

You moaned at his words. Your cheek pressed against the desk, his hand groping your ass, his body caging you and trapping you. There was nothing you could do except take him.

There was a time you were too shy to fuck with the lights on. Now you could hear the noises your cunt made swallowing him, his balls slapping against you and relished in them.

“You’re being so good. Taking me so well” He praised you as he felt himself tipping over the edge. He wouldn’t last too long but there was no way he was coming before you.

He rolled your clit between his fingers stroking the hood as he pounded into you.

You screamed clenching around him. Trying to grind against him, to take more of him, but he wouldn’t let you. You released around his cock going completely limp. Most of the times, he would fuck you so well you’d pass out. You tried your best to keep your eyes open, to keep up with him.

He wasn’t too far behind. Spilling into you dropping all of his weight on your back.

He felt sober. His mind clear. He quickly got off of you when he felt you struggling for air. He sat back on his chair taking you with him. Cuddling you. The skin to skin contact soothed him, maybe better than the sex did.

“So you ready?” You asked trying your best to hold in your cheeky grin.

“Ready for what?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to make it up to me?”

“I... Just did?” he asked confused.

You gasped dramatically covering your mouth with your hands. “What? That wasn’t it!”

“Well then what do you want?”

“I’m glad you asked”

Which is how you tricked him into watching over three hours of bad reality shows. You didn’t really watch most of them. You just ended up fucking on the couch. Which... well no complaints there.

He’d roll his eyes at women fighting and throwing drinks at each others. But you knew that it was a good way to turn off his brain even if he won’t admit it.

The day may have started off bad. But it ended on a good note just the way you planned.

He would rarely ever share his problems with you. Which was hurtful but you were willing to give him space. For now you were content with making him happy anyway you can.

[tinyboxxtink]

“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 10*

Dammit I usually like to keep my stories around 10 chapters, but the whole ice cream banter was too good and the crescendo I want is way too long to not have it’s own chapter. Also, some Barisi thrown in there for ya. LoL. 

I suppose it’ll be one more chapter and an epilogue? Maybe? 

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@chasingeverybreakingwave

@word-scribbless

@objection-argumentative

@wanniiieeee

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

FINALE

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After stitching you up, and after a long conversation convincing the nurse that Rafael had not done the number on your body, you two were finally leaving the ER.

“Alright buddy, you promised me ice cream,” You hung on Rafael’s arm as you walked out to the awaiting SUV.

“You really wanna get ice cream without the kids?” Rafael asked as he helped you into the backseat once again.

“Uh are you kidding? I don’t have to fight with them over what flavors they want, or if it’s too expensive and they have to share, and not worrying about Chloe getting it all over herself, doing ANYTHING in public without the kids is a luxury I miss the most,” You felt guilty about rambling about your siblings, but it was awesome being able to just vent.

“Alright Alright, I get it-- having kids sucks,” Rafael laughed.

“I mean don’t get me wrong; I love my brother and sisters. I’m just not...cut out to be a mother. Not right now, anyway,” You looked around the car awkwardly, kicking yourself for bringing up kids so soon.

“Yeah, I never really saw the point in kids,” Rafael chuckled. 

“So you don’t want them, ever?” You were a bit taken aback. It shouldn’t be shocking to you really; Rafael was getting up there, and he seemed to like his things nice and tidy. He must’ve seen the look on your face because he quickly added--

“I mean….” He gulped. “I guess, with the right person…” 

“You know for a lawyer, lying is not your strong suit,” You snickered.

You finally arrived at a nearby ice cream place; Rafael helped you out and you both walked inside while your copper stood outside.

“Doesn’t he want anything?” You nodded to the man.

“He’s fine,” Rafael replied, not even looking back at him. 

“Hey guy, what’s your name?” You turned to talk to him. 

“Carisi ma’am, Sonny Carisi,” He nodded at you. 

“Sonny do you really not want any ice cream, or is Big Bad Barba being a tyrant?” 

“I could go for a scoop,” 

“See?” You smiled triumphantly. 

“He’s like a puppy baby, you feed him once he’ll just keep coming around,” He nodded at Sonny. “Trust me, I know,” He rolled his eyes. 

“You can get ice cream but you wait in the car Carisi,” He looked at him sternly.

“Copy that, counselor,” Sonny replied very seriously.

“Jesus Rafael, what is this guy your bitch or what?” You hit him softly. 

“Oh no ma’am, I wanna be a lawyer just like Mr. Barba so I spend as much time with him as I can,” He looked at Barba with puppy dog eyes. “As a mentor,” He quickly added, looking at the ground. 

“Oh um-- yeah okay, cool?” You smiled awkwardly at him, then noticed Rafael was getting very uncomfortable the more he talked.

“....Wait… feed him once...Rafael!” You whispered so Sonny wouldn’t hear you.

“ONE night, ONE time,” He rubbed the back of his neck looking around the place awkwardly.

“Mmmm...both sides, noted,” You winked. 

“Sonny go ahead,” Barba nodded to the woman at the counter.

“What can I get you?” She smiled at the three of you. 

“Two scoops of Rocky Road, please,” Sonny beamed. 

“Um I’ll have a scoop of chocolate mint,” You decided.

“A scoop of vanilla for me,” Rafael added.

“Why is that not surprising to me?” You rolled your eyes.

“What? I have simple tastes,”

“Uh huh,”  

Rafael paid and the three of you waited for your ice cream at the other end of the counter. Soon enough the woman handed out your ice creams and bid you a good day.

“Thanks Mr. Barba, I’m gonna go call Amanda and see what’s up at the station,” Sonny smiled and headed back outside with his ice cream.

“See? Now he has a new master,” Rafael chuckled. 

“Yeah I doubt that-- you’re kind of hard to top, counselor,” You nudged him.

“He didn’t have any problem,” He smirked. 

“OKAY, I think we’re good in the ghosts of sexual past portion of the evening,” You declared rather loudly as you sat in a booth near the door.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were such a prude,” He smirked.

“I’m sorry if I don’t want to picture mi novio  being topped by a dude,” You rolled your eyes.

“Your boyfriend?” He asked in amusement.

“I mean...I did save your life, twice,” You pointed out.

“Mmmm true-- I suppose that’s girlfriend material,” Rafael nodded with a smile.

“Damn straight,” You nodded back, as you both continued to eat your ice cream in snarky matrimony. 

“So, no kids, no pets?” 

“I don’t have any currently, but I could see maybe getting a cat, or a small dog,” 

“Oh my god could you be any more of an old lady?” You giggled.

“Hey! I live in an apartment in New York City, I don’t want some huge dog cooped up in it all day!” He defended. “That’s just cruel,” 

“Fair point,” You licked your ice cream. “No kids I can live with, no pets is a deal breaker though,” 

“Really now?” He raised his eyebrow as he ate his own ice cream. “Noted,”

“So do you have any?” You nibbled on your cone.

“What?”

“Deal breakers,” You replied in a “duh” tone.

“Just one,” He replied nonchalantly.

“What’s that?” 

“If they’re not you,” He grinned.

“Oh gaaaaaaggggg,” You made gagging noises with a giggle. “Be more cheesy, please,” 

“Okay okay, one deal breaker--”

“Go on,” You were on the edge of your seat.

“Wearing socks during sex,” 

“Are you serious?” You cackled as you swallowed the rest of your cone.

“Yes! I am very serious,” Rafael nodded as he finished his cone. “Ask Carisi,” 

“Oh God,” You shook your head with a laugh as you both walked back out to the car.

“Hey uh, Mr. Barba Amanda says they might need you down at the station,” 

“Really? Now?” Rafael ask, annoyed.

“It’s what she said…” Sonny replied with a shrug.

“It’s fine, baby I need to go check on the kids anyway, they’re probably freaking out by now,” 

“Yeah alright,” He sighed sadly.

Soon enough you were pulling back up behind your back door. Rafael helped you out of the car and just held you in his arms for a moment.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Are you kidding? The Diablo’s are gone for good, I got a boyfriend AND ice cream!” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. 

“Boyfriend?” Beto’s voice bellowed.

“Ice cream?!” Chloe’s high voice chimed in.

You both turned suddenly to see all three kids standing at the back door slack jawed.

“Are the Diablo’s really gone?” Yaz asked, being the only one who hadn’t joined in yet.

“Yes, they are gone-- THANKS to Rafael,” You eyed Beto while Chloe took off for Rafael’s arms.

“¡Gracias, Rafael!!!” She squealed.

“De nada, princesa,” He kissed her cheek.

“...Did you really get ice cream without us?” Chloe looked at him with the saddest eyes.

“Blame your sister,” Rafael nodded at you.

“Y/N!!!!!” She yelled angrily.

“Gee thanks,” 

“You insisted!” 

“I got sh---a boo boo!!” You covered your tracks, causing your siblings to finally notice the shape you were in.

“Oh my God what happened to you?!”

“Diablo’s” You said softly.

“Because of HIM?” Beto clenched his fists.

“NO, Rafael saved me Beto,” 

“Actually, to be honest Beto” He put a shoulder on Beto’s shoulder “She saved me.” 

“We saved each other,” You laid your head on his shoulder.

“Gag,” Yaz made gagging noises behind you.

“Anyway, Rafael is leaving now BUT-- maybe if you guys do all your homework and eat all your dinner AND go to bed early, we’ll see if you can convince him to take you to get some tomorrow,”

“Really?!” Chloe exclaimed excitedly. “I’m gonna go do all of it RIGHT NOW,” She gave Rafael one more hug and ran inside.

“Chloe’s easy to buy off vato-- me, not so much,” Beto approached Rafael.

“I’d be careful Beto, he used to be a Chico Grande,” You warned with a sly smile.

“Wha-- seriously?” Beto’s eyes widened. “No way….tu suaves,” 

“Oh really, too soft? You wanna go, ese?” Rafael licked his lips, playing into Beto’s game.

“BOYS,” You stepped in between them.

“You, go do your homework,” You looked at Beto, then turned to Rafael, “And you-- stop picking on my little brother,” 

“He started it!” 

“esto no ha terminado, vato,” Beto warned, making the “I’m watching you” sign as he walked back inside with Yaz who just rolled her eyes. As soon as they were gone you turned and slapped Rafael across the chest.

“What?! What did I do?” He threw his hands up innocently. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“And you love it,” He smirked.

“God help me, I do,” You shook your head as he pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Te amo, mi angel,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. 

“Yo también te quiero, Rafa,” You stared lovingly into his beautiful green eyes. He gave you one last kiss and hopped in the front of the SUV. Sonny waved goodbye to you as they drove off and you headed inside.

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The next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. You decided to rip out the booths that had the bullet holes behind them and put in a stage, starting Karaoke Nights every Friday night. It was a great money maker to your surprise, since it had been Ash’s idea. She was a pretty good business woman, you wondered how much Rafael had rubbed off on her over the years. 

One Friday night, Ash was getting ready to host the usual Karaoke Party, when Rafael came through the front door. He was casually dressed, in his jeans and t-shirt with the leather jacket. He had learned very quickly that you much preferred him in paisano, plus he didn’t look like he had taken a wrong turn at 5th avenue. This was the first Friday he was able to make, and when he had come and seen you over the past few weeks Ash had found ways to avoid him. Tonight though, she was right up front when he walked in. 

“Ash...can we talk?” He gestured to the side.

“Go ahead, start talking,” She gestured, indicating she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ash I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole story behind the money I gave you,” He put his hand out. “I should have been honest with you right up front but, you were SO young,” 

“Yeah….I get it,” She reluctantly took his hand in return. “You did get rid of the Diablo’s, I guess that gets you some points,” 

“Well I brought you something,” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Ashtawnja. She took it and unfolded the paper, her eyes grew wide. 

“Really? You still want me to have this? Even after I yelled at you?” 

“Yeah, but it’s not guilt money anymore,” He nodded at the check. “Look at the ‘reason’ line,” 

“Creo en ti” She read with tears in her eyes. “Do you really? Believe in me?” 

“Si, Claro,” He smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Of course I do,”. Pulling back from the hug, Rafael felt his phone going off in his pocket. 

“Barba,” He answered, listening to the other person. He nodded as they went on, then his eyes began to brighten. “Really?! Are you sure? What time?” He looked over at Ash who just looked at him in confusion, the more excited he became the more she was confused. 

“Right right, yeah I’m on my way!” He hung up the phone and hugged Ash. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there abogado, you know I hate mushy gushy,” She pushed him off with a laugh.

“Right,” He smiled.

“So who was that?”

“Oh right--- tell Y/N I had to go, I’ll call her later I swear!!” He told her as he ran out the door, just as you were walking up. 

“Was that Rafael?” You asked.

“Yeah, he got a phone call and ran out of here, said he’d call you later,” 

“Wha--Why?” You looked out the window but Rafael was long gone. 

“I don’t know, but he was pretty happy,” She shrugged, putting her check into her pocket. 

Who had called him and why was he so happy about it??5

[peacefuljoon]

I hope you like it!

Y/n was a smart girl. She was an organised girl, worked fast and knew how to handle business . Her talents was what landed her a job as a secretary to the CEO of Tuan Corps. Her only problem....

Clumsiness.

Y/n was so clumsy to the point of where she would trip on air. It has caused her many mishaps with her boss, lucky for her, she’s managed to get away with most of them because of her valuable skills. But that doesn’t mean her cold ass boss doesn’t remind her of how lucky she is to not have been fired. Mark Tuan was a cold man, the dude puts Elsa to shame. He’s not afraid to voice his opinions and wouldn’t hesitate to fire anyone on the spot. Y/n remembered the time an intern got the wrong type of coffee for Mr. Tuan, the poor boy got sent home crying and got told to never come back. Now imagine that happening on a regular basis, Y/n was definitely lucky for sure.

Today however, was not a lucky day for Y/n. Being the secretary means you have to stay behind if the boss stays behind. Y/n had already planned out the rest of her day. A bottle of wine, some pasta and ice cream and a whole season of food wars to get her weekend started. But that’s all gone to shits now. Mr Tuan had a big meeting today that didn’t go as well as he hoped, leaving him in a stroppy mood and y/n to deal with it.

It was now 7:45pm and y/n was finishing up the minutes from the meeting. She probably would’ve got it done a lot quicker, had she not been distracted from all the shouting she heard from Mr Tuans office all afternoon. By this time, all her co workers have left. Only the security guards and the night cleaners were around at this time. Speaking of which, y/n noticed Steve coming her way, the guy was a big ole man, muscles like crazy. But deep inside he’s a big softie who would cry if a bug got squashed. (A/n: Could never be Jackson—- oop😂) “Good evening Miss Y/N, a food delivery arrived for the big boss, you mind if I leave it with you? Kinda don’t want to face his wrath today.” “Thanks Steve, I’ll be sure to give it to him, you make sure to take care of yourself and eat plenty! And how many times do I have to tell you, drop the Miss, we’re friends okay?” “Kind as ever Y/n. You have a good night!” And with that, Steve went about his business.

Y/n felt a bit nervous about seeing Mr Tuan. He had been so stressed out today and that’s never really a good thing. Mr Tuan + Stress= an angry man. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with his attitude on a Friday evening. She took a deep breath and mustered all her courage to knock on the door. She stood there for a good minute before hearing a faint “come in” from the other side. “I have the food you ordered and the minutes you requested sir.” Y/n entered the office, trying to balance the food in one hand, and the stack of completed notes in the other. And I’m sure you guessed that this went horribly wrong for Y/n. As soon as she got to the desk to put the food down, she tripped, who even knows on what? Mark Tuan was confused, one minute his secretary was placing takeout on his desk, the next she was on the floor, in front of him, with papers everywhere. But what got to him the most was her flipped up skirt, where he could see just a peek of her underwear. Y/n was so flustered and scared to the point of where she didn’t even realise she was putting on a show for her boss. “Oh God—holy— I’m so sorry sir it was totally an accident I didn’t mean t-“ “It’s fine. Get up and help me sort these papers out.” Y/n got on her knees and piled the papers together as quickly as she could to avoid a scolding from her boss.

Mark couldn’t help but notice the compromising position Y/n was in, it didn’t really help the growing bulge in his trousers. Mark would be a fool to not have noticed how beautiful y/n was, or notice her ample figure. In fact, every male and female in the company had noticed this, but it always went unnoticed by said girl. Speaking of which, y/n had compiled all the papers in order and placed them on the desk. “Everything is in order sir, I will be at my desk if you need me. Enjoy your meal.” And with that, she proceeded to walk out of the office. “Wait.” She turned around to see her boss staring right into her soul. Y/n felt intimidated, but not because she was scared, it’s just hard to keep eye contact with a very attractive man. Of course she knew he was hot, she wasn’t blind to not have seen how good looking he was, and that alone was making her nervous again. “You didn’t think I ordered all this food just for me? Sit and eat, I’m sure you haven’t had the chance to eat anything.”

It was awkward. Y/n didn’t really know how to act as they ate in silence, she stayed looking down whilst eating, creating a uncomfortable silence between the two. Mark however, couldn’t stop staring at Y/n as she chewed rather cutely, the movement of her lips were driving him crazy. Suddenly he wasn’t so hungry for food anymore, he was hungry for something else, or rather, someone else.

“I can’t do this anymore, y/n come here.” This was it. This was the moment her luck run, she was definitely getting fired. That’s what she thought as she walked to the other side of the desk. So you could definitely see her surprise when she found herself sitting on her bosses lap. “Sir! What are you doing — oh,” she couldn’t help the moan that came out. Mark had placed his lips on her neck and found her most sensitive spot almost instantly. “Mr Tuan, this really isn’t appropriate” “shh. You’ve been driving me insane all day, do you know how hard it’s been for me? Seeing you in this outfit? Swaying your hips without a care in the world. Do you enjoy teasing me like this babydoll? Hmm?” Mark whispered into her ear as he continued to make his mark (I’m sorry I had too😂😂) on her neck. Y/n couldn’t stop the whimpers, the feeling between her legs were becoming a bit too much for her as she tried to subtly suppress the arousal. But of course it didn’t go unnoticed by Mark, “are you getting turned on princess? Do you like it when I kiss your neck here hmm?” All y/n could do was moan, and Mark wasn’t having that. “Use your words princess, I don’t like to repeat myself.” “Yes sir, I really like it.” It drove him crazy, hearing such filthy words from such a innocent voice. His hands slid from her waist down to her butt, he couldn’t stop staring at her lips. They were just so beautiful, he longed to see how they would feel and how they would taste against his. It was almost as if y/n could read his mind as all of a sudden, she gently pressed her lips against his. She didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but she did it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss went from gentle to heated in a matter of seconds. Mark grabbed a handful of her butt as he deepened the kiss. The small gesture subconsciously caused y/n to move her hips back and forth on Marks lap. Mark couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, the feeling of the hair on his nape being tugged, y/n’s hips grinding against him, her lips on his. It was driving him crazier than ever. He needed to have her now before he bursts. “Tell me what you want baby. What do you want me to do hmm?” “Touch please” “Touch who? Touch where? I thought I asked you to use your words baby.” Mark’s soft yet intense stare was making y/n feel some type of way. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but it gave her some new found confidence. “Touch me sir. Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please—- fuck!” Mark rubbed her most private area through her underwear , he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn’t wait to taste. “Shit, you’re so wet, look at you, soaking through these panties, it’s sexy as fuck. Lay down on the desk for me baby.” Y/n obeyed immediately, eager for what Mark was gonna do to her. Sure he was excited, but he wanted this moment to last. In a slow, teasing manner, Mark took his time with pulling down her panties, making sure to kiss every inch of her thighs. He was in awe, her most prized possession, it was like a glistening jewel and he was entranced. “Such a pretty flower. I wonder if I just have a taste—“ he didn’t even bother to finish his sentence. Mark went straight for her clit. Flicking his tongue in such a wicked manner, y/n couldn’t help but place her hands in his hair, she almost felt bad for tugging roughly, but the moans she felt from his mouth gave her the thought that he was enjoying this as much as she was. “Fuck! It feels so good! Please keep doing that” it almost sounded like words of encouragement to keep Mark going. But he wanted her to be louder, he dipped her tongue into her folds as he used his thumb to rub on her clit. She tasted like honeycomb and he was becoming addicted. His movement was so fast, taking Y/n over the edge “I’m-

Fuck I’m cumming!” She only continued to scream louder as Mark continued on through her orgasm, there was no way he was letting a single drop of her precious cum go to waste. As she came down from her high, Mark lifted his head. He felt proud when he saw Y/n’s fucked out face, and he would do anything to see that every time if he could. It gave him great pleasure to see that he made her feel this way. With a gentle smile, Mark leaned up and gently caressed the side of Y/n. The look in his eyes made her heart swell. “You did so well baby, and as much as I want to take you right now, I’d rather give you pleasure on a bed. Now how about we go back to my place?” With a playful smile, Mark reaches his hand out, to which Y/n took with a giggle. “Why of course sir,” “As hot at it sounds when you call me sir, Mark is good with me. Now how about we get going princess?”

I’m sure you know how the rest of it went. ;)

A/n: I’m sorry for the delay once again. But I hope you enjoyed this! Stay safe my loves🙏🏽

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sudden desire

chapter six: previously on: chaotic stupid

part seven of sudden desire

prologue / one / two / three / four / five / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)

word count: 8.2k (oh yikes)

warnings: no beta read, brief mentions of pregnancy i guess?

author’s note: this took me weeks to write oh my god

Coraline hasn’t told anyone about Marcus’ offer. Not even Loren, when they’d met for the first time in months, when her boyfriend finally got a night off work to look after Maisie. Not even when they’d drunk too much wine and her head was so fuzzy that she probably would have told anyone anything, if they’d asked. She’s not even sure where she’d start. 

Coraline has never been the best at keeping secrets. At least, not her own, and definitely not when she was younger, and she’s always wondering whether that’s why the media seem to think she’s easy prey for their rumours. It never seemed to bother Scott; he was the same, so open and willing to talk about anything and everything with anyone who asked. But it’s different with Marcus. He’s private by necessity but he’s also private by choice, too. She wonders if he’s always been like that, if before the heartbreak he’d told her about occurred, if he’d opened up to people. If what had happened to him had made him closed off. He’s never seemed like a closed book before (and, hell, maybe he isn’t, maybe he just doesn’t want to relive those times; and he doesn’t have to tell her anything, anyway) but he’d opened up to her after he’d made his ‘baby suggestion’. And all she can think of now, since he’d recounted the stories, was that those women - the ex-wife who’d claimed he was too ‘nice’, who’d claimed he was too ‘clingy’ and ‘needy’, and all that utter bullshit, and the one who’d left him for another man, left him alone in D.C. without a single person to lean on - must be completely insane to think that he isn’t good enough for them. Marcus Pike is too good for anyone, she thinks. He’s the best person she knows. Marcus Pike makes Coraline want to be a better person. They didn’t end up ordering takeout that night, like they always did. Coraline had found herself reaching to the back of her cupboards, searching blindly for some ingredients she wasn’t even sure she had, just for him. Marcus loves breakfast. Like, he really loves it, she’s come to find. And at any time of the day, really. And there’s a diner he frequents; it’s near his office, on the other side of town, tucked away just out of Cora’s reach. Though, he has taken her there once before - just after they first met, when she’d tagged along with her older brother to the FBI debriefing, to check his gallery was secure; she’d thought it was a date, until he’d prefaced his offer with an insistence that it was ‘just as friends’; Marcus had spent the whole time raving about the pancakes he ate every Friday — a treat for a long week’s worth and a change from his usual burger and fries — how he’d found the place by accident and it was part of his daily routine, now, until Coraline had given in and let him order for her, since he knew the place better than she did - most of the time, they see each other when it’s late, when he’s already been for his almost daily pancake-fix and she’s collapsed to the sofa with her legs draped over the armrest. They haven’t been back since, though she’d jump at the chance if he ever asked again. Coraline may be a pretty awful cook, and she may not be able to make pancakes as good as the ones he likes, but surely it’s just the sentiment that counts. He’s spent far too many evenings eating greasy Chinese food at her behest, insisting that he’s fine with it, because it makes her feel better. It’s the least she could do. She’d spent an hour making perhaps the world’s worst pancakes - even as Marcus insisted that she didn’t have to cook for him, that they could just order pizza or something if they wanted a change - pancakes so bad that she’d had to drench the damn things in syrup just to disguise the odd sour taste that somehow tinged every mouthful. Marcus had eaten it without issue, even as she’d apologised endlessly for her dreadful culinary skills and insisted that he didn’t have to eat them if he didn’t like them. They’d made him smile, though. And it melted away the last dregs of awkwardness between them. That was the pancakes’ purpose. It didn’t matter that they were utterly terrible, borderline inedible and a little lumpy. 

But, when Monday rolls around and her older brother, Daniel, comes to her with his regular insistence that she brings that ‘nice FBI agent she’d made friends with’ to their weekly dinner at his house, she took him up on the offer, for a change. She’s never asked because she’s always assumed he would say no; they weren’t dating and it was a little weird. Surely an invite to weekly family dinners was something couples did.

She always ignores Daniel, used to the persistent insistence to ask him. Relenting ��� finally — comes with the sense that she feels as if she owes him now, though. To make it up for her dreadful pancakes with Daniel’s wife’s cooking, which was always amazing. To make up for the week of unforgivable ignorance. To help them move past the ill-thought-out offer of a baby. She’s sure he’ll still say no, when she calls him on his lunch break, when she knows he’ll be sat at the counter in that same diner, enjoying that brief moment of time away from paperwork. Their lunch breaks line up, those rare and all-too-rare moments when they have time to relax, the tension in their shoulders owed entirely to their morning workloads melting away at the soft sounds of the other’s voice. 

His voice is pleasant, like it always is; Marcus Pike’s voice is like serenity to her, all gentle and familiar, and, this time, he sounds amused when he answers the phone. “Well, this is a nice surprise.” His voice crackles through the phone. The reception in the diner is terrible - it’s the only thing he ever seems to complain about - but she can still make out the sound of the smile in his voice. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Good afternoon to you, too, Marcus.” Coraline hums, shoving the last of her laundry into the washing machine, her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. “I’m calling with an invitation.”

“An invitation?” He ponders, musing over the idea. “To one of those glamorous celebrity parties you’re always telling me about?”

She scoffs. “Oh, you wish, Pike. It’s an invite to my brother’s for dinner. Incredibly glamorous, I know.”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone for a few moments. She almost regrets asking. She does when he replies. “Are you sure?” He questions. “I’m not sure-”

Coraline nods as if he can somehow see her through the phone. “I’m sure,” she insists, “Besides, Daniel and Kimmy want you to come.”

“Coraline, I don’t know-”

“Marcus, don’t make me beg.” She chuckles, but it’s a nervous chuckle. She knew he would say no; that’s why she hasn’t asked him, to avoid this awkward conversation between them when he was uncomfortable and looking for a subtle way to turn her down without hurting her feelings. “Please.”

There’s another pause as he lets out another muffled laugh. His tone is teasing when he speaks again; she can practically see the smirk as he sips his coffee. “And what’s in it for me?”

She bites the inside of her cheek, stifling a giggle. 

She could think of a lot of ways to repay the favour. 

Cora pushes through the onslaught of entirely… inappropriate thoughts, especially to have about your best friend and offers up the most innocent of offerings, though her voice slips to find that low, rumbling register reserved only for the discrete. Mundane words tipped in something intriguing. “I’ll never make you pancakes again.”

“Deal.” He snaps far too quickly through the phone. 

Her mouth falls open. “Marcus,” she gasps, mock offence in her voice. 

There’s silence for a moment. “Sunshine,” Marcus calls out through the static, like he’s sure he’s actually offended her. Like he could ever do that. “I thought your pancakes were great.”

Even a lie sounds like the truth coming from his lips. 

“Damn right they were,” she insists. 

When she lies, even when it’s laced with laughter, it sounds like one. She’s glaringly aware that’s a complete contradiction, given her job.

“Pancakes- real pancakes, diner pancakes- on me for a month.”

“Tempting.”

“...Two months?”

“Fine, fine. If you insist.”

The rush of breath that escapes her in relief is so embarrassingly loud, she’s sure he can hear her. She’s glad he’s not there, watching her, so he can’t see the wide, uncontrollable, entirely tooth-filled grin that splits across her face; she’s sure she looks maniacal, sat in her trailer on set, covered in thick dustings of fake mud from that morning’s scenes. 

She’s never been more thankful for the solitude of a phone call before. 

“I do insist. I’ll pick you up at five.”

Amusement, again, peeks through in his tone. She’s sure he’s eating pancakes — those blueberry pancakes with mountains of ice cream — because they’re the only thing that makes him happy like this, especially on a heavy workday. “In that super-fancy car of yours?”

She’s had her car for twelve-years. But it’s even older than that, fixed up by her father in his garage for what seemed like years. It’s an old run-down black Camaro from the seventies that she’s had since she was sixteen; far too trusty and sentimental to let go of, driving her cross-country from LA to DC without a hitch those six-months ago. It lives in the private parking lot down the street from her apartment complex, tucked away, out of use most days, because the traffic of DC is far too heavy in the mornings and it’s easier to walk or take the Metro instead. Weekly nights spent at Daniel’s on the opposite end of the city gave her an excuse to pull her car from its designated parking space and navigate the busy streets to the comforting hum of the engine.

Coraline knows Marcus loves her car, as much as he jokes about it. It’s evident in the way his face lights up when he sees her sat there, parked down the street outside the FBI headquarters; his smile illuminated by the harsh street lamps overhead, cutting through the darkness alongside the bright nearby office lights and flickering neon signs that cast stained glass shadows on the sidewalk. He’s watching her as she taps her fingers in time to a song she doesn’t recognise on the radio. 

Marcus ducks into the car with a ‘hello’ lingering on his lips and ducks to kiss Coraline’s cheek; it’s a friendly gesture that lingers, not unfamiliar as a display of friendly affection between them, but still swelling that giddy sense of happiness in her chest like it’s the first time. 

“I brought the beer.”

Coraline glances over at him warmly as she starts up the car. The engine rumbles to life, almost sounding unhealthy. She reaches over and squeezes his shoulder a little, fingers falling down his arms. 

Marcus had insisted he bring something; a repayment for dinner, for Daniel and Kimmy inviting him over. She’d insisted he didn’t need to — neither of them would mind; they just wanted to meet the lead in so many of Coraline’s stories, for real this time — but then he’d insisted that he had to, that his mother would never let him live it down if she found out he forgot his manners and turned up without a thank you gift. So she’d told him to bring beer (not wine, definitely not wine, for Daniel’s sanity’s sake). And he’d obliged. 

Not just that cheap beer, either. But the expensive kind, the kind you could only find in certain places if you were looking for it. He’s spared no expense. 

He doesn’t need to impress them, though. They already like him well enough, on the basis of Coraline’s endless stories. 

“Is what I’m wearing okay?” He questions as he smooths his hands over the front of his suit jacket. “I didn’t have time to change.”

He’s still wearing his work clothes — somehow still relatively undisturbed even after hours of the paperwork he’d been half-complaining about to her the night before — yet he still looks great. He’d probably look great in just about anything. Coraline looks entirely underdressed next to him; just blue jeans and a white shirt, and the thin golden pendant her mom had given her the night before her wedding hangs against her chest. She doesn’t wear it much anymore, not since the divorce. But Marcus had seen it the other day, while he was waiting for her to finish getting ready, perusing the expanse of her drawers, intrigued by the jewellery that hung from a stand. He’d said it was beautiful - with the delicately carved bird in the middle, surrounded by flowers - and she found herself reaching for it every morning since. 

She’s not sure why. She just likes to wear it, now.

“You look great.” As always.

He scans what she’s wearing, casual and, as the wheels being their customary groan when she sets the car in reverse. “It’s not too much?” He’s shuffling awkwardly, hands tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket. Is he nervous?

She watches as he moves, shifting slightly in his seat; she’s watching from the corner of her eyes, half her focus on Marcus, the other on pulling out onto the busy road. He’s staring straight ahead, out at the car ahead of them, like the license plate is somehow the most interesting thing in the world right now. His brows are furrowed. The air between them is thick with anticipation and it’s like something has changed; for good or bad, she’s never sure with them anymore, not these past few months, but his hand is gripping his knee and somehow everything seems heavy again. 

He’s met Daniel before, it’s not that. Briefly, sure. But that couldn’t be it. He’s usually so relaxed and laid back, especially around her, never worried about making a joke or goofing off. She doesn’t like seeing him like this.

She reaches over and squeezes his hand; he steadies himself and tilts his head towards her. Her smile is warm and bright and comforting, and the gentle brush of her fingers over the hand that grips his knee relieves the inexplicable anxiety that has strangled him from the moment she’d invited him to dinner. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what it means, what any of it means. Why things are suddenly so different between them after six months of being nothing but friends. 

Why he, for some godforsaken reason, thought suggesting they have a baby together was a good idea.

Did he really want that? 

Either way, he’s pretty sure Coraline doesn’t. Not with him, at least.

Cora hums, eyes dropping to herself and the wrinkled jeans she’d fished out from the back of her wardrobe. “Least you made an effort.”

…

Daniel Meyer is seven years older than Coraline. He’d always been fiercely protective of his younger sister when they were growing up; not in that abrasive, overbearing and destructive way, the way when your life is governed strict and rigid, but Daniel Meyer didn’t take kindly to people hurting his sister. Growing up, he helped her deal with things - the bullying in high school, the heartbreak of her first breakup - so it only seemed fitting that, when she’d moved to D.C., the same place he’d called home with his family for eight years, that he would do the same. That’s how their weekly family dinners were born, from his insistence to help his younger sister settle into her new home, in a new city she barely knew.

For the longest time, Scott Meyer was public enemy number one to him. Sometimes she wonders, now that it’s all over, the divorce is final - now that he’s out of her life for good - if he still is. Or if they’ve really all moved on like she thinks they have.

The second they arrive at his front door, greeted warmly by the smell of pie and a grinning Kimmy, wearing an apron and slightly flustered, looking just as welcoming as always. Her blonde waves - the waves Coraline has always been so jealous of - are pinned up haphazardly out of her face, half-spilling down her back from the clip that tries to hold it in place. 

“Good evening.” Her voice sounds like a song, light and sweet, and her smile is even wider than usual as she glances between her sister-in-law and Marcus, who stands a little behind her, radiating that familiar confidence that Coraline is used to. The half-hour drive had relaxed him enough that, now he’s met with Kimmy’s friendly face, he’s the one that’s comforting her, with a gentle hand on her back and the silent reassurance that things will be okay.

Coraline is mostly worried about him. She's still not entirely sure he wants to be here. She doesn’t blame him. 

Kimmy leans forward and kisses Coraline’s cheek in greeting, the usual gesture. 

“This- well, you know Marcus.” Cora ushers towards her best friend beside her when she pulls back.

“Marcus, of course!” Her face lights up even more. “I’ve heard a lot about you since we last met.” Kimmy’s tone is amused. Her eyes waver towards Coraline, a knowing look in her eyes. 

“It’s great to finally meet you, for real this time.” 

Kimmy’s eyebrow quirks up at Coraline for a moment, the hint of a smirk as Marcus introduces himself, that same FBI Agent-trained surety tipping the edges of his voice, before she finally ushers them inside. It’s starting to get cold; the evening chill is creeping in from the river beside the house, reaching out towards them. Coraline is glad she’d tossed a coat onto the backseat of her car before she’d left and Marcus tugs his suit jacket tighter around himself. “Come in before you both freeze to death.”

The house is alive with the joyous yet shrill screams of children. Coraline’s nephews, to be exact. It always is. Every night. Every week she turns up and they’re running around, playing whatever game they deem fit that evening. Half the time, Coraline gets pulled into their games, whenever she’s not helping Kimmy in the kitchen (which isn’t often, because she’s hopeless at it). Of course, today’s no different.

The two of them are darting around the living room, screaming bloody murder as they wear themselves out; Finley, the oldest, is chasing Elliot, his curls falling haphazardly over his eyes. She can’t tell what they’re yelling about - she never can; it’s just a tangled mess of screamed words - but Elliot is giggling so much that he has to stop every couple of minutes to catch his breath. Finley stops with him, pulling himself from their games for a second to wait as they both regain their composure and carry on. They wear themselves out before dinner and then everything seems to go off without a hitch.

Cora hangs her coat on the hooks by the door and kicks off her sneakers, and Marcus follows suit with his jacket and dress shoes. He looks to her for guidance, that immediately understandable hesitation of being in an unfamiliar house, and this silent agreement settles between them as she sweeps her way into the living room. Her footsteps were light; so light, in fact, that she reached her nephews without disturbing them, startling Elliot when she scooped him up in her arms and spun him around. He complains at first, ducking his head away as she tries to kiss his cheek, letting out the most dramatic and exaggerated noises. Eventually, he gives in and curls his arms around her neck, pulling her close for a second, before he starts to kick again, restless in her arms. 

Finley takes to wrapping himself around her right leg and suddenly the three of them end up sprawled out and giggling brightly on the carpet.

Marcus watches from the doorway. He thinks she’ll be a great mom someday. It’s the little things she takes in her stride.

“Hello to you too, Cora.” The low, amused voice of Coraline’s brother, Daniel, comes from inside the living room. 

“Hey there.” She’s still giggling. She can’t help it. Finley and Elliot unhook themselves from her and each other and resume their endless laps of the couch. 

Daniel stands over her with raised eyebrows. His tie has long-since been discarded and he cuts a casual figure as he cradles the youngest of the Meyers, Piper. She’s only six months and the smiliest baby Cora has ever seen. Usually, she’s asleep by the time Coraline arrives, either cradled in her father’s arms or tucked away in the crib upstairs; today, her legs are kicking back and forth and her hands are fisting into his dress shirt. She’s restless - she knows sometimes that she is, that when they finally cradle her to sleep, it’s best that they leave her or risk jolting her awake for the rest of the night - but she’ll let her wriggle around in her arms for hours if it means catching up on the time she’s missed with her niece all those nights she’s been asleep.

“I brought Marcus.” Cora points towards Marcus as he leans against the doorframe, watching her with fond eyes. She tilts her head back to look at him; he’s smiling and she wants to reach for him. She reaches for Daniel’s extended hand instead, pulling herself up from the floor. She groans uncomfortably, her back aching a little. “Marcus, you’ve met my brother, Daniel.”

Coraline reaches out for her niece; that brooding feeling swells bright and burning again when she takes her, cradling her close into her chest, and she can’t help but glance up at Marcus as Daniel moves to greet him - just barely acquaintances but familiar enough to avoid those awkward initial introductions. He’s watching her, still, as she says ‘hello’ to her niece and gently rests her cheek against the top of Piper’s head. It’s like they’re both wrapped up in that moment where it’s just the two of them - all too fleeting, cut short by Daniel’s greeting and the persistent shouting of children - but it feels lovely. Even if this moment is all they’ll ever get.

Coraline savours the moment with her niece because it’s rare and often fleeting; her, Daniel and Kimmy’s schedules are crammed tight with work and unavoidable commitments and that weekly dinner is the only time each week they can spare to see each other. If Piper is asleep, then Coraline won’t get to say ‘hi’ to her niece. It’s an unfortunate consequence of their careers.

“That’s Elliot-” She points her finger at her smallest nephew. “-and that’s Finley-” Then to the tallest of the two. “-and this… this is Piper.” She bounces the tiny baby lightly in her arms, turning her body so Marcus could get a glimpse at the small smile that pulled at Piper’s lips as her small fist grabbed at Coraline’s shirt.

She’s already told him about them all before. He knows their names. But this is the first time he’s ever met the kids. And it’s somehow maybe the most terrifying thing he’s done in a long time, including that one warehouse shootout his team found themselves in a few weeks earlier.

He feels overdressed and a little ridiculous, just stood there, looking like a lost puppy in the entryway, in his suit and tie. Unsure what to do with his hands or his eyes, or what the hell to say to cut through his quiet. He usually brought a change of clothes to the office if he knows he has somewhere to be but, somehow, in his blind panic at the idea of meeting the family, he’d forgotten to grab anything to change into. And that ease in meeting new people, that effortless skill he’d built up over years of practice, the perks of the job, just seems to have melted away the second he stepped into the house behind Coraline, under the well-meaning scrutiny of Kimmy. This is all normal for her - this weekly routine she’s fallen into - but it’s unfamiliar territory for him. 

It almost feels like something it isn’t. Meeting the family. That point in a relationship when you first realise things are serious. Only this isn’t a relationship. And he’s already met Daniel and Kimmy before, even if it was briefly, and while he was working and distracted with planning a stakeout. And Coraline. Always Coraline. But something about her smile just commanded attention, back then - it still does - even when she tries to blend into the background. Once he noticed her. Sat alone at an empty conference table, comically-oversized name badge pinned to the front of her dress, her lips curling up a little as she sipped the sour FBI coffee.

Everyone else had passed the glass-walled room without even a second glance. 

He, on the other hand, was convinced he’d just seen a ghost. She’d almost startled him, breath leaving his chest. An utter cliche. 

Marcus had recognised her face from TV - though, admittedly, he wasn’t really up-to-date on pop culture, definitely lingering a couple of decades behind, age and time catching up on him, spare time buried beneath a mountain of paperwork to distract himself from Teresa and the unfamiliarity of D.C. - but he always remembers thinking she was pretty. Really pretty. But he always finds it a little embarrassing how much she a hold over him that day, how he’d had to take a second to psych himself up, talk himself down from that nervous ledge he was staring over, before he even thought about entering the room.

It’s weird, looking back, thinking how much has changed. But the changes keep coming, thick and fast, and sometimes it becomes less and less obvious what they are anymore.

“Marcus.” Daniel reaches out a hand for him to shake. He shakes it graciously and says his hellos. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That’s the second time he’s heard that today. Coraline rolls her eyes a little. It’s not the first time she’s heard it, either. It almost makes Marcus laugh but then she smiles again, half-concealing a grin, and he forgets what he’s thinking about for a moment.

But then he wonders what she tells them about. Whether those stories are good or bad, whether they paint him in colour or in black and white.

With Coraline, he figures it’s probably the brightest landscape of technicolour, regardless of who she’s talking about.

“I’m glad Cora finally asked you to come.”

“Well, you talk too much. I didn’t want to bore him.” Cora shrugs, her full attention on Piper. 

“More like scare him away.”

He’s not sure she could ever scare him away.

“Finley is terrifying,” she admits with a giggle but she seems distant. She looks up to raise an eyebrow at him again. Her words are slow, almost drawn out. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to get out while you still can.” It’s meant to be light and joking, and Daniel laughs at her words. Given the way she’s looking at him, he’s not sure.

She just keeps looking at him like there’s no one else around.

She can’t help it. She keeps trying. It isn’t working.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Daniel insists as the boys rush past Marcus; he has to step out of the way to avoid them, smiling as they manoeuvre around him and race out of sight into the back of the house. He smiles fondly as they pass. “They’ll calm down in a second.”

“You hope they’ll calm down.” Coraline jabs her older brother in the ribs playfully. He chuckles as lightly as he can but it's obvious he’s tired; his shoulders slump and his eyes linger closed a little longer than normal, Coraline notices. He’s been working flat-out at his gallery every day, then running home to help with the kids. And Piper is a restless baby - difficult to get to sleep which means that, if she’s asleep when she arrives, she can’t say hello for risk of waking her up - so, unless Daniel or Kimmy are holding her while the house is still alive and humming around her, she refuses to fall asleep. “I think-” She looks towards Marcus. He’s inched closer into the room, now, but he’s still lingering like he needs to be invited in. “-you’ll just have to get used to it.” She hums.

“I’m still not used to it and they’re my kids,” Daniel grumbles, almost to himself. 

“Piper seems okay with it.” Marcus points out. He watches as his best friend cuddles the tiny baby close to her chest. 

Piper’s looking up at Cora with the brightest eyes. They’re Coraline’s eyes - Daniel’s too, he assumes - that light emerald green that sparkles beneath the warm living room light. Her mouth is in an ‘o’ shape, fascinated, as she stares. She looks utterly transfixed by her aunt’s face as she carries on their idle, gentle conversation, lightly bobbing her up and down, cradling her softly to sleep. Her eyelids were drooping, sleep gently pulling her in. She’s humming gently, whenever she’s not speaking; Marcus isn’t even sure she realises she’s doing it. That it’s just some subconscious instinct inside her, telling her to sing to the baby so she can sleep. She’s drawing gentle circles on her back through her onesie. Slow, idle circles that slow the wriggles and the kicking of his legs, lulling her off to sleep ever-so-slowly. 

It’s like she’s a natural. She knows exactly what to do every time; with Piper, with Maisie. It’s like second nature and there’s this even brighter glow, brighter than usual, when she settles into the role. She takes it all in her stride and seems to forget the world around her just for a moment. 

“How do you do that every time? Can you come and do that every night?” He jokes. But he doesn’t seem to be entirely joking. 

She hums. “Perhaps-” She rests her cheek against the top of her head as lightly as she dares without disturbing her. “Perhaps I’m just a superhero.”

The yells of kids echo through the house, the hammering of feet pounding against the wood floor. Kimmy’s muffled exasperated calls for quiet come from the kitchen, falling on deaf ears as the boys continue to charge through the back of the house. 

Coraline catches her brother’s gaze. “Go and help.” She’s noticed the way he’s been watching his daughter anxiously, worried that she won’t fall asleep through all the noise and excitement and the gentle hum of Coraline’s made-up song. “I’ve got her,” she insists. 

“Are you sure?”

Piper is slowly drifting off to sleep, even despite the noise. Just at the warmth of her aunt cradling her and the gentle hum of her sweet voice lulling her asleep. “I’ve got her,” she repeats. “Go and help Kimmy.”

Daniel’s shoulders slump in relaxation. He mouths a ‘thank you’ as he jogs from the room, calling out to his sons to stop them from charging around, insisting that they wash their hands and settle down for the sake of their sister. 

Now, it’s just Coraline, Marcus and a half-asleep Piper left alone in the living room. 

The tension in the air is thick and heavy for a moment. 

“Marcus, you’re staring,” she points out. She’s not even looking at him, just can just feel the weight of his kind gaze and it sets her heart racing at a hundred miles an hour. “I’d let you hold her-“ She says as he steps a little closer; now Daniel is out of the room, he’s relaxed. It’s like, without him there, he can pretend it’s just the two of them and Piper curled up content against Cora’s chest, even despite the yell of children’s voices and the unfamiliar surroundings. “-but, if I did that, we’d never get her off to sleep.”

“It’s alright,” he whispers, “I think she’s happier with you.” He settles beside her.

Coraline’s thumb brushes over Piper’s cheek and the baby smiles a tiny smile, eyes still close and fisting her hands tighter into the white material of her shirt. There’s a blissful silence that settles between the three of them — just for a moment — when she looks up at him beside her, watching the pair of them sway gently to a seemingly silent song. The weight of the moment engulfs them like a tidal wave. 

“Marcus-“ she breathes out, barely loud enough for him to hear. But he does, in the relative silence, and the way she says his name rips the air from his lungs, like the first time she’d surprised him the day they’d met. Her green eyes are wide and wild and she’s looking between him and Piper like they’re the only things left in the world. 

They could do it.

He knows what she’s going to say, if she had the chance. If Daniel hadn’t returned, calling out to them that dinner was ready.

They could do it. He knows they could, she knows they could. They could have this fleeting moment for as long as they both live. Their own little version of paradise, together. No matter how terrible the idea seems to be, they could. But Coraline knows she can’t stay in that world forever. It’s temporary and, as much as she wants that, all day, every day, for herself and not through someone else, she knows she can’t let herself get too in over her head. 

Still, Marcus really does think she’ll be an amazing mom.

...

After much persuasion — and the promise of candy after dinner — Finley and Elliot finally settled down long enough for them to eat. Coraline had set Piper down to sleep in her crib upstairs, lingering perhaps a little too long to marvel down at her only niece, wondering what it would be like if she was looking down at her own daughter. 

She knows it’s a hopelessly bad idea. That the feelings will catch up with her and pull her under again. Sometimes she just can’t help it.

She returns with that fake smile Marcus has become a pro at noticing. She looks wistful, longing in her eyes, disguised by the small smile that takes over her face when she slides into the seat at the dinner table beside him. She smooths out her shirt and jeans, wrinkled from the baby. Another smile, an assurance that Piper is okay and sleeping soundly upstairs, and the conversation moves on to mostly idle chatter, and Daniel asking Marcus questions about himself. Coraline keeps shooting her brother glances whenever he asks a new question that almost seems too personal. He doesn’t mind one bit, though.

Marcus finds Coraline’s free hand under the table and squeezes at some point. She doesn’t want him to let go. 

“Auntie Cora?” Finley asks, leaning his chin on his hand to stretch across the table. His questioning call of her name breaks through the idle conversation they’re all having, like he’s demanding all their attention, and not just Coraline’s.

It steals a moment of quiet between them all.

“Nephew Finley?” She replies, mimicking his stance and the curious, furrowed-browed expression on his face. 

“When are you going to have a baby, like Piper?”

It’s a loaded yet completely innocent question on his behalf. He’s merely a curious five-year-old with no ill intentions, and no reason to believe it’s anything other than a normal question; Coraline doesn’t even flinch, even when Kimmy scolds her son sharply and insists he eats the rest of his dinner. Though, Marcus still sees the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Instead, she just smiles and laughs that brightly enchanting laugh, tilting her head to the side in response to her nephew as he sinks back into his chair and pokes at his potatoes.

“Well, I don’t know,” she replies truthfully, “Soon, maybe.”

Marcus almost thinks her eyes waver towards him but it’s so quick that he reasons that, perhaps, he’s seeing things. 

“Soon?” Daniel catches up with her words. “You seeing someone?”

“Oh-“ Coraline swallows thickly. She shakes her head. “No, no, not at all. I’m just- optimistic, I guess.”

“I’m sure there’s someone out there for you,” Kimmy poses.

Coraline hums. Marcus doesn’t see the way her gaze trails towards him. “I’m sure there is.”

...

The rest of dinner passed without any more questions on the matter, Finley’s attention switching towards Marcus instead. He was persistent, firing questions at him across the dinner table like he was leading an interrogation, but Marcus kept answering just as enthusiastically as the first time. He’d skirted around the facts a little - it wasn’t exactly a great idea to tell a child, seemingly without a filter, that you were an FBI agent - but the whole exchange had been wonderful. Coraline was sad to see it finish when Kimmy announced the boys could have dessert and they'd leapt from their seats to race towards the cookie jar. 

Marcus had offered to help Kimmy wash up as a thank you but she’d brushed him off, and, eventually, he’d resigned to the living room with Daniel. It had taken Coraline months to convince Kimmy that she should let her help clean up, there was no way she would have accepted Marcus’ offer immediately.

Instead, it’s just Coraline and Kimmy, working in tandem to clean the dishes, while Daniel spends time with the kids after a long day at work, and pulls Marcus into their conversation like an old friend. 

“I’m sorry about Finn. He’s-” Kimmy shakes her head as she sets another plate down in the drying rack. “He’s been going through one of those... phases lately.”

“It’s fine, Kim, truly.” Coraline sets a couple of dry plates down on the counter and turns to smile at her, before carrying on her job. Sometimes Kimmy jokes about how ridiculous it is that they use so many plates since Piper was born. “He’s just curious,” she insists. “And he makes everything a little more colourful.” 

Kimmy chuckles. “That he does.” She washes down another plate. “So, Marcus is great.” She hums, changing the subject towards her with a quirk of an eyebrow and a small, knowing smirk on her face.

Coraline smiles. Though, it’s more to herself than Kimmy. “He really is, isn’t he?”

“Are you two… y’know… is there anything there or-?” 

“Oh, no! No, no. We’re just-” Friends. “Just friends.”

“Well-“ She quirks an eyebrow at her sister-in-law. “-maybe you should? Just see how it goes. One date at a time.” Kimmy’s suggestion is as innocent as Finley’s question over dinner. She doesn’t understand the weight it holds. And she doesn’t expect her to, anyway. They’re close but just barely close enough. “Things might surprise you and it’ll do you good to get back out there again after, y’know-“

“No, we-” She shakes her head and turns to finish putting away the plates in the cabinet. In the quiet, she hears Marcus laugh from the living room. It’s one of those whole-hearted laughs, when his head lulls back and his eyes screw shut and crinkle at the corner. She wonders which one of them made him laugh like that, or what made him laugh like that. She hopes Daniel hasn’t pulled out the picture albums; he’s worse for that then their parents. But, since Daniel had made his fortune as an art buyer, eventually to the point he’d made enough to buy his own art gallery, a year ago, Coraline should have known that he and Marcus would get on. They had a lot in common. She’s so glad he likes him, though she can’t imagine a reason why he wouldn’t. “Friends. Friends.”

There’s another silence and she can feel Kimmy’s eyes burning into the back of her head. She turns to see the tail-end of a raised eyebrowed glare, amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. “Well, you never know unless you try, Cora.”

“There will be no trying,” Coraline insists, jabbing Kimmy in the side with her nail. She grins and lets her blonde tresses fall over her shoulder. “Of any kind. He doesn’t see me that way.” She finishes. 

“Do you see him that way?”

Another pause. 

“No.”

Maybe that’s a lie. 

Maybe Kimmy knows that. 

Maybe Marcus knows that. 

Coraline isn’t sure whether she knows that, though. 

“Sure about that?”

Coraline scoffs and turns to continue packing dried, clean plates into the cupboards. “You’re worse than Dan, sometimes.” 

“Oh, I take offence to that.”

“Shut up and finish the dishes.” Coraline chuckles, crossing her arms and scowling at the lack of crockery left to dry. 

“Just don’t write things off so quickly,” she insists, “It might surprise you.”

...

Daniel and Kimmy had tried to persuade them to stay for drinks late into the evening. The boys were shipped off to bed at the usual time, complaining that they wanted to stay up instead, as usual. But Marcus has work in the morning and Coraline has a long string of interviews; the idea of a late-night sounds less than ideal, her eyes already stinging at the idea of staying up any later than they had it.

Instead, they’d make their excuses and leave, ducking away into Coraline’s car with an exhausted groan. The boys had run wild right up until they went to sleep, nagging Coraline and Marcus to play with them every five minutes, even as Kimmy and Daniel insisted that they settle down and get ready for bed. It’s still late when they leave, though. D.C is eerily quiet as they weave through the roads, small crowds of people scattered through the repeating streets of suburbia.

The car ride home is silent of their voices. Not that uncomfortable silence, from before, when things had been awkward between them and neither of them were sure where the other stood. But that kind of satiated, happy and, admittedly exhausted, silence that pools over them. The low hum of the car engine and the radio is persistent in the space between them. Marcus keeps stealing glances over at her as she drives; he can’t help it, but he doesn’t think she notices, her eyes far too focused on the road ahead of her. And, if she does, she doesn’t mention it. Just keeps letting him glance over at her as the street lights illuminate the gentle angles of her face.

He’s glad she never mentions anything. He’d be too embarrassed if she did.

Instead, she’s lost in the music. That blissful flicker of emotion that crosses her face when she hears a song she likes, when her eyes light up at the sound of one of her favourite songs. Her radio is always tuned into some old rock station - he has no idea what it’s called, it’s usually just a continuous loop of different songs cut with the low gravelly voice of a man who sounded like he’d smoked one too many cigars - and most of the songs are the same songs she’s playing on her record player when he arrives at her apartment and she’s dancing around the kitchen while she cooks. He recognises a lot of them from his college days, songs he used to play with his band. It makes him feel old, sometimes, when she tells him they’re songs she spent her teen years with, even though there aren’t too many years between them. 

It’s I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing that plays now; she’s a sucker for those objectively-cheesy rock ballads. They’re her mom’s favourites, too. And, maybe he won’t admit it, but Marcus has heard her favourites enough to count them amongst his, now. Maybe he just likes the way they make her smile. Coraline is humming along, her fingers drumming a steady rhythm against the top of the steering wheel idly as her eyes follow the road ahead. Every so often, a flicker of neon tints her in colour when they pass a takeout, the only things still open and busy. The curve of her profile and each curl of her hair is highlighted in red.

It’s these moments of distracted bliss, when everything seems to exist without a care in the world, that he likes the most.

It never lasts long enough.

He insists she just parks in the garage she usually uses, by her apartment building, and he’ll walk her home. She protests - because of course she does - offering to drive him all the way home instead, but it’s dark and even in this quiet, well-off part of town where the streets should be safe, you never know who might be lurking. Maybe it’s the things he’s seen and heard of in the FBI - everything he’s seen during his training, heard through whispers and stories in the office - but sometimes he can’t shake the simple action of making sure someone is safe. 

It’s still silent between them as they near Coraline’s apartment complex. That short two minute walk down the quiet, tree-lined street that sparkles with chains of fairy lights. It’s lethargic and lingering, each step heavy with the weight of something that echoes through the quiet neighbourhood.

“Cora, I’m sorry.”

It comes out of nowhere and it worries her. And Coraline has absolutely no idea why Marcus is apologising to her. As far as she’s concerned, he hasn’t done anything wrong. At least, not that she knows of. 

“For what?” She questions, brow furrowing up at him as they walk. Their hands keep brushing but she doesn’t have it in her to move her hand away.

“I had no right to drop the baby bomb on you like that,” he admits. He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck uncomfortably. When his hand drops, his fingers brush against her knuckles. “I’m sorry if I made you feel trapped. It was a terrible idea. I should have thought-“

“Yes,” she blurts it out before she can stop herself. She’s not entirely sure she’s thought this through. But she can’t help it.

“Yes, what?”

“The offer.” Her whisper is loud in the suddenly-stifling silence of the street. “If it’s still on the table- yes. I’ll have a baby with you.”

“Coraline-” He gulps and stops dead in his tracks. They’re outside her gate, now. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“And you won’t.” Coraline insists. She steps closer to him, sea-green eyes staring up at him with heavy expectation. He’s the one that suggested it. He’s the one that had laid in bed until the early hours of the morning, losing precious moments of sleep as his brain swam with questions, wondering whether he should suggest this to her in the first place, or if it was an awful idea. But, somehow, he can’t seem to convince himself that this is a bad idea, that he should just let her down easy, now. It’s seeing her with Piper, seeing her with Maisie, seeing how she lights up around them. 

If he can make her that happy, every single day, why the hell would he turn that opportunity down? 

Besides, he’s pretty sure it would make him equally as happy. He’s thought about having kids since he was just a kid himself. And god knows the world seemed to have it out for him when it came to love, things aren’t happening any time soon; he can’t really think of anyone better than Coraline to have a baby with.

And, as much as Coraline knows how recklessly stupid the whole idea is, she can’t bring herself to want anything more or less than this. Than him. “It is a terrible idea, y’know?”  She finds herself insisting, blinking up at him with those beautifully-wide eyes.

“Truly awful.” 

“And there are a hundred different things that could go wrong.”

“Hundreds.”

“But-“

“But-“

“Maybe we should… try? Maybe just for a little while. See what happens.” 

“Maybe we should.” He exhales long and deep out of his nose. “Maybe…” He tilts her chin up towards his with one finger and suddenly he’s kissing her. His fingers brush her jaw, curving up towards her ear and brushing into her hairline at the nape of her neck. Even the soft touch of his hand against hers as they walked was driving her insane but this, this is on another level.

It’s more than the first time they kissed. Less of a brief touch of lips, more of a wave of relief flooding through them both, unfamiliar feelings surging up inside them. This kiss is full of urging anticipation. She’s pulling him closer to her before she can stop herself, their chests flush, lips and hands strong and insistent against each other. 

The fumble to her front door seems like the most practised thing they’ve ever done. Familiar when it shouldn’t be, even as they bump into things on their way.

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[alreadyblondenow]

Secret boyfriend

Mark x reader // FLUFF, SMUT Summary: Mark is your secret boyfriend and you’re crazy about each other. Word Count: 1,500 Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight nipple play, cursing Note: Watch this first to enjoy the “yes, baby” experience with Mark Lee. It’s a video of Mark saying “yes, baby” during Beyond Live concert hihi.  REPOSTED

Who would’ve thought knocking at the Lee’s residence drunk, and throwing yourself to Mark will get you both to admit the feelings you’ve been keeping from each other? That night was one for the books and will forever stay in your memory. You remember Mark got shy after kissing you and you needed to hold his hand to keep him calm in order to continue the kiss.

Now Mark’s confidence is already on the next level. Every time you kiss him, he doesn’t need you to hold him anymore. His hands are all over your body or caging you in his arms and keeping you close like someone might steal you from him. Soon, make out sessions in his room turned into something else and the next thing you know is you’re at Jaemin’s party having a quickie with Mark at the bathroom. Who would’ve thought your childhood friend, neighbour and best friend will be your secret boyfriend. No one knows about this relationship besides you and Mark because you both enjoy this world you two built.

It’s a Friday night and as tradition, you stay over at Mark’s for Netflix and chill. Even Mark’s parents are clueless about what’s really happening between the two of you. But they secretly wishes you two to end up with each other even though you’re basically a sister to Mark. Their asian household is strict: pray before eating and lights off at 9.

After dinner, you two excitedly head to Mark’s room for the much awaited privacy. The moment Mark’s door closes, his lips crashes onto yours completely uncontrollable. You can taste the watermelon he ate, the sweetness is still on his lips it made you dive more into the kiss. “Can I call you baby now?” He asks. Well after calling you by your name the whole day, it’s reasonable he’d ask you that question. Of course you nod and walks him towards his bed, “start the movie, I’ll go shower first” and you left him on his bed needy and hard.

Halfway through the movie, you feel Mark’s hands playing with the ends of your shirt. You shook your head and told him, “Not until your mom checks up on us. She could catch us making out” he rolls his eyes and kissed you on the cheek. It’s a good thing that he picked a Marvel movie, it made you two so into the action scenes and so focused to the plot. When Mark’s mom came in, she wouldn’t notice the sexual tension. “Good night kids” she said before closing the door.

Mark ran into the door to lock it and hovers on top of you when he came back, his lips found yours again. “Okay, girlfriend mode on” you said with a devilish grin. “Thats more I like it” he whispers between kisses. Silent giggles surrounds the room as you two get naked in front each other. Meeting in the middle of his bed hands intertwined, chest to chest, you on top of him. “What do you want to do tonight, hmm?” you kissed his abs feeling it go up and down as he breathes. “I’d like to talk tonight, is that okay?” to be honest you didn’t expect him to answer that.

“Sure, about what?”

“Us y/n, what we have is real and clearly were not just fuck buddies here. We’ve been together for half a year now. I don’t understand why do we need to hide” he doesn’t look irritated or mad which confused you. Clearly he just wanted to stop hiding and being each other’s secret anymore.

“I understand, Im sorry. Me too, lately I’ve been tired of hiding. We’re not doing something wrong here but sometimes when people asks or suspects, it feels like it’s wrong. And I hate it” hiding the relationship sometimes exhausts you because you had to lie to your friends. Someday they’ll hate you for keeping the truth from them when you can just simply tell the truth.

“Baby, you know” you waited for him to continue.

He lets go of your hand and used both of his arms as pillow behind his head. “You’re my dream girl, my private porn star, fresh watermelon in the summer and my guitar all wrapped in one”  both of you laughed at what he just said making you both cover each other’s mouths to muffle the sounds of laughter. Mark is a great mood changer and you’re thankful for that.

“Baby, we need to be quiet tonight, okay?” he reminded you before kissing you again. It’s obvious that he’s horny tonight and it’s a good thing you are too. But you’re way ahead of him, his perfect body underneath you is enough to make you moan and cum undone. You pull away from the kiss and sat on top of him comfortably. His hands went straight kneading your boobs, pinching your nipple before he suck it and licking it like ice cream.

As Mark is busy doing whatever he wants with your boobs, you’re busy making his cock hard pumping it a few times so you could put it in your cunt already. Gently pushing your boyfriend away from your boobs, he put his arm behind his head again letting you do what you want with him. You slide his cock in you feeling the familiar stretch that only Mark can give you. Heavy breaths before you roll your hips making you grab your boobs, lips parted as you enjoy the feeling of Mark’s cock inside you.

“Yes, baby” he urge you to dive more into lust.

“Yes, baby” he repeats.

You use your boyfriend’s cock to make yourself cum as many times you want. Listening to Mark’s encouragements as he watch you on top of him roll your hips smooth and sexy. In his eyes you look so hot and beautiful, all he can do now is let you use him to go off which he willingly did. Listening to your quiet sweet moans whenever you go slow. Hearing you groan and gasp whenever you hit a nerve. Loving how you look so hot with furrow brows and your eyes not leaving his as you bounce up and down on his cock. Your right hand is on your mouth careful not to be so loud as you push yourself to your limits and cum three times in a row.

“Sorry baby” legs shaking as you catch your breath while you lay on his chest. You thought he will hate you for not cumming together but his arms wrapped around your shivering body. “It was hot just watching you go off. On top of me” he giggle beneath you as you gather all your strength to move yourself on the mattress and lay beside Mark.  

“Do you want to cum?” what kind of question is that, you thought for a second.

“Will you let me?” he asked and you can only nod with a big smile.

In a matter of seconds, Mark is in between your legs pumping his hard cock in front of your slit. Stretching your cunt again, making you gasp and roll your head back. “Hold tight, you might cum again. With me this time” your boyfriend whispers as he fucks you deep and sharp with the first few thrusts. Completely making you both moan a little louder than usual. Your hand goes on his mouth to muffle the sounds but he fucking bit you and asked for a kiss instead. The kiss made him even more horny and brought him on edge, his sharp thrusts changed into sloppy ones. You accidentally clench your pussy making Mark pull away from the kiss and proceed to biting your shoulder until he cums.

The sudden rush and sting on your shoulder pushed you on edge and made you cum again for the fourth time tonight.

Still riding his high, his hips are rolling slow making his cum drip on his dark blue sheets. Removing his cock from you, It amazed him how you looked even more sexy with his cum dripping from your cunt. “Oops. Let me get that for you” and without any warning his finger brushed on your slit, flicking his finger a few times to make you sensitive and drill his finger on your clit to make you cum again. “Mark, you’re unbelievable” you try to get away from his finger, pushing him away and closing your legs trying to resist from moaning.

“okay okay. I promise that’s the last one. I’ve had my fun” he winks and removes his finger. As you calm down, beside your tired boyfriend you reached for his arms and made him hug you close. Close enough to feel Mark’s hot breath, you showered him with kisses. Peck after peck, he scrunch his nose as he enjoys what you’re doing. “How can you be so cute now when you just came on top of me and on my finger just a few minutes ago” he asks pushing away strands of your hair from your face.

“Baby, I have a problem. I’m horny again” you whine, pouting in front of him. “Can I ride you again?” you added he just laughed and shook his head in disbelief and eventually nods. You shower him with kisses again thanking him as you sat on top of him with one leg on each of his side making him grab your boobs. Again.

“Y/n, you’re unbelievable” he giggles.

................................................. Masterlist

I figure I should write something light and sweet. I’ve been forgetting to write about something simple these days, so heres one simple fic about being hungry for Mark.

[ironwoman18]

Garvez Moments part 12

This is a jump in time for our little Andrew Alvez. He's older and we will see his friendship with Max and Spencer's twins.

Chapter 12: Park and Movies, a kid's life

A little boy, about four years old, black hair and light brown skin ran in his parents room and jumped on his father's legs "PAPI!! IT'S SATURDAY!! IT'S PARK DAY!!" he jumped excited.

Luke Alvez signed still sleepy "your son is here" he whispered at his wife.

"At this hour, he's your son" he rubbed his eyes.

"hey buddy it's too early"

"But you promised to go early so we can go to eat pizza with Sammy, Rachel and Jason" he pouted at his dad.

Jeez... He thought, this kid is Penelope Garcia- Alvez' son. The latino agent signed and nodded "ok let's get ready" the little boy was excited and carefully got out of bed. Then ran to his bedroom "are you coming?"

"I can't... My stupid coworker Daniel needs help with a course today. He said 'I will need you Garcia, you are the best' and yes I know but I work from Monday to Friday until almost midnight. I want my free Saturday"

He chuckled "maybe you can call it sick?" He suggested and she smirked softly.

"Oh babe I wish I could but I'm sure he won't believe it... He knows I wasn't happy and if I don't go he might take revenge" her husband sighed "have fun and take pictures. I will try to be here for movie night and build a pillow fort"

He smiled and kissed her then gets up and goes to get dressed and brush his teeth. She later got up to take a shower. He went to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for them and a veggie one for Penelope. He fed Roxy and Lou with their raw meat and vegetables. Then fed Sergio with his favorite fish snacks.

"Daddy. Doggies can come?" Asked the little boy drinking some apple juice.

"Yeah, they love the park" he smiled.

After some minutes Penelope walked out wearing one her colorful outfit with matching glasses. They ate plannings which movie what they will watch that night.

"I want Cars!" Said Andrew holding his Lightning McQueen up "he's the best!" His parents laughed and after some more minutes they left to their destinations.

Luke, Andrew, Roxy and Lou were on the truck to go to the park, Penelope drove her car to her job's office.

The four of them arrived to the park and the Reid family was already there.

Andrew ran with the two dogs to the twins. They played with the football and had a good time. They took some minutes to eat cookies and juice.

Meanwhile Spencer, Luke and Max talked.

"where's Penelope?" Asked Max sitting next to Spencer.

"She had to go to her job" Luke said looking at the kids "she had to go because her coworker is annoying" he rolled his eyes.

"My boss wanted a meeting and I told him I had to do something else, Saturday are for family and I only change my Saturday if it's something very important"

"Yeah I know. And she does the same but she had to go"

The couple nodded "I know Penelope enjoy her Saturday but if she's there then it most be important" Luke nodded.

"Yeah it is but she will be at the movie night. Drew wants Cars"

Max sighed "Rachel wants Frozen" she looked at Luke "and Jason wants a documentary about whales" she looked at Spencer from the corner of her eye so did Luke.

"What? He's a scientist kind of guy" the other two laughed "he and I watched it at night and he asks me a lot about them"

"Drew asks me about cars and dogs" Luke laughed.

"And Rach wants to control ice" she rolled her eyes "she is the least grounded of the three of them"

"Thats why I never liked Disney tales..." And Max could predict a speech of her husband about fairly tails.

So she stood up "if you excuse me I will go to check the kids" and she left.

Spencer looked at Luke wanting to throw facts at him so Luke also stood up "I will check my dogs" and left.

Spencer had a puppy face looking at them leaving him. Max laughed softly as they reached the kids "I love him and I could hear him rambling about his science things but I know where this is going and he will start to talk about a case they had where this girl killed men because she was obsessed with the Cinderella and I'm not in the mood for that"

Luke laughed and nodded "yeah I read that file when I was studying to be a profiler. It was pretty impressive"

"Yeah and I'm proud of him but... I don't want it right now" he nodded and watched the kids playing with the dogs "Rachel wants a dog everytime they play with Roxy and Lou"

"Dogs are great and they help kids to have responsability"

"Yeah but they are too young for that. Spence and I think we can buy them a dog when they are about 8 maybe 10 years old"

"Those are good ages for a dog" he said looking at them.

They spent the rest of the morning playing and having a good day. They stopped now and then to drink water or eat ice cream.

About three o'clock both couples left to the pizzeria to buy their lunch and goes to the Alvez's house.

The kids wanted three different movies, as the adults expected. Rachel wanted Frozen, Andrew wanted Cars and Jason animal's documentaries.

So Max did a teacher thing. She ordered them to draw what they liked the most about the movie, the fasted and the prettiest will win.

They needed to do it fast but pretty. The first was Rachel who did both things, second Andrew and last one was Jason, mostly because he was perfectionist and wanted accuracy.

Penelope arrived just in time to eat and watch the movie.

They watched Frozen first and the four adults had to bite their lower lip to not laughs as they seemed Andrew softly singing Let it go.

Later they watched Cars and could tell Rachel enjoyed the movie too and lastly they watched the documentary and the three kids were hooked up.

They picked one about lions hunting, Jason's favorite, and they covered their eyes when the lion almost catched a zebra.

That night they slept in a tent, inside Andrew's room and with Roxy as their pillow. Spencer and Max left because they wanted to have a night for themselves. Next weekend was their turn to have the kids so Luke and Penelope can enjoy a free Saturday night.

"Park and movies... This is a kid's life" said Penelope from the bedroom's room.

"the best thing in life" complemented Luke "I just hope JJ's new daughter gets older enough to play with them"

"Oh she will. She's already starting to walk. Baby Erin will play with there three sooner" they smiled and left the room to go to their own.

OOooOOooOO

And that's all for this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but I ran out of ideas for these fic. If you have more ideas leave then down in the comments.

Just to let you know. Rachel and Jason are 10 month older than Andrew. So they are close in ages. I thought about adding JJ little girl but she is about a year or two years old so she's younger than Garvez/ Maxcer babies.

Hope you enjoyed this and we'll catch up in the next chapter.

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The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways. 

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

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Warnings: mild language

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Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned. 

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters. 

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

%

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it. 

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on. 

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

%

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen. 

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

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A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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Serpents// a little unsteady

Request: Can I have a request sad where Sweet Pea & Fangs & Toni x Reader are friends and Reader had a Boyfriend and her and her boyfriend were super goals but the principal of the school tells the class where she in with her friends that he was found murder and the reader runs out. class crying and her friends runs after run and comfort her also but a Group hug can you put a song name × Ambassadors - unsteady only if your comfort doing this request and thank you! i love your writing!

hey! so first off all, trigger warning: murder, death. i decided to give the boyfriend a name, just to give him a bit more character, and hopefully to make more people cry (just kidding...unless?). but you can change it if you want! also, i know weatherbee isn’t the principal anymore, but...i don’t care sooooo. i hope you like it! 

“Y/nnnnnn!” Sweet Pea can be heard from down the corridor, despite the fact that you’re less than three feet away from him, but it doesn’t stop him from being loud (nothing does). Toni and Fangs stop their conversation as soon as they hear you’re name being mentioned and their faces instantly light up once they see you. 

“You’re awfully cheery for a Monday morning Sweet Pea.” You note, sending him a teasing smile before sitting beside him. 

“All because of you.” He flirts and you roll your eyes. 

“Remember the last time you flirted with her?” Toni warns. 

“Hey, I made up for that. I flirted with him the next time.” 

“That doesn’t really make it any better.” You reply and he just shrugs. 

“Hey Fangs?” He asks and Fangs stops texting to look up at him. As soon as he’s facing you both, Sweet Pea throws a scrunched up bit of paper at his face, hitting him right in the nose and making the three of you laugh loudly. 

“I. Hate. You.” He deadpans and just stares at Sweet Pea for a few seconds. 

Its like you can see the light in his eyes die a little and you send him a sympathetic smile to try and make up for Sweet Pea’s actions. However there isn’t enough smiles in the world that can make up for all of the shit Sweet Pea pulls, so it doesn’t really help. 

“Speaking of Izzy, where is he?” 

“You know he hates being called that Sweet Pea.”  

“I know. But he loves it when it comes from me.” He winks making you shudder. 

“Sure he does.” You snort. “He’s probably still in bed.” 

“Yeah he is.” Sweet Pea smirks and now its his turn to have paper thrown at him. 

“Shut up.” Fangs mumbles.

“That doesn’t even make sense. Really, shouldn’t she be with him?” Toni asks, but he just flips her off. 

“I text him when I got up this morning but he hasn’t replied so I’m gonna assume he stayed up too late last night and has now slept in.” 

“Oh yeah? What was he doing up late last night?” Sweet Pea wiggles his eyebrows at you and in return he gets a smack on the arm. 

“Watching TV...now, has anybody done the homework?” 

“Yep.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What homework?” 

“Here.” All three of you pull your homework from your bags and put them in front of Sweet Pea. He smiles brightly before quickly scribbling down the answers. 

“So what did you do at the weekend?” Toni asks and you smile, the memories of the past weekend flickering through your brain.

“On Friday I spent the night as his and we had pizza and watched a film, and then on Saturday we drove for a few hours and ended up at the beach and we spent like the whole day there. It was great. He bought me ice cream, and we walked along the pier. And on Sunday we just spent all day at his until I had to go home. But Saturday night was my favourite.” 

“I don’t want to know.” Fangs interrupts. 

“I do.” Sweet Pea replies and this time both you and Toni slap his arm. 

“We were supposed to go to Pop’s but by the time we got there it was super busy, so instead he got our order to takeout and we drove to the quarry, and we just sat on the hood of his car and ate Pop’s and stargazed and it was just magical.” 

You can barely keep the grin off your face as you talk about your weekend. Toni and Fangs send each other a knowing look, its the same one they always share whenever you talk about each other. Its a look that says ‘can you believe how in love these guys are?’. When you first got together it kind of annoyed you. It felt like they were mocking you, especially when the rest of the serpents did it, but now, it feels more of a compliment. 

Because Isaac is your soulmate. Everybody who spends even just five minutes with either of you can see that. You have so many favourite things about him, but the fact that people can see just how much you love each other, is definitely your favourite. It makes you smile every time you think about it, and Isaac always says thats his favourite smile of yours, the one where you’re thinking of him. 

“Can I have everybody’s attention please.” Principal Weatherbee pulls everyone’s attention to the front of the class, including your little groups, and Sweet Pea subtly hides the three sheets of homework he’s currently copying off. 

“Oh great.” You mumble. 

“Here we go.” Fangs adds. 

“What have we done now?” Sweet Pea huffs, sending a smirk your way. 

“Has he been crying?” Toni whispers and the three of you shrug in reply. 

“I regret to inform you.” He begins, and you swear his attention flickers to you before going back to the rest of the class. “Isaac Campbell was found dead this morning.”

You feel the air being sucked out of your lungs within seconds. The entire world around you has stopped, everything is just white noise, everything apart from that one sentence. It repeats in your head, over and over like a mantra made to torture whoever is listening to it. 

You’re sure he’s still talking, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters any more. It feels like there’s a million eyes on you, and you’re somehow hot and cold at the same time. So you run. You push the desk away from you and the noise it makes scraping across the linoleum floor feels 1000 miles away.

As soon as you’re out of the classroom, the tears come and it feels like they won’t ever stop. They wrack through your entire body until you can’t stand anymore, so you sink to the floor, your back against the lockers while your head falls to your hands. You’re sure your cries can be heard throughout the school, but you don’t care. You don’t care about yourself, or them or anything else. Just him.

Y/n?” You can barely hear Toni’s voice, but you know she’s there. She sits beside you, wrapping her arms around you as soon as she’s sat down and you just cling to her. Sweet Pea sits beside you and Fangs in front of you, effectively shielding you from the stares of your classmates. 

“I don’t understand.” You cry and pull away from Toni. “What happened? He was fine when I saw him last night.” 

Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea are all crying too, and its a weird sight. 

The only other time you’ve ever seen all three of them cry was when Fangs was shot. The night of the riots, both you and Issac were there, despite Issac’s protests for you to stay home. You remember him holding your hand the entire night, before and after the shooting, even though you were supposed to be keeping Fangs safe, he still held it. Never letting go. And when you heard the gun shots, you had never seen him so scared. 

He’d looked at you instantly, a million emotions flashing through his eyes, but the main one was fear. Not for him, not for anyone else, for you. He was beside you instantly, making sure you hadn’t been hit. It had been an odd moment when he realized you were fine. Both of you smiling and holding each other, thankful that you were both okay. He’d pressed a kiss to your lips that was just so full of love, but then when Fangs had collapsed you’d pulled apart to help, but he still never let go. 

While you were at the hospital waiting for news, his hand was still in yours. You weren’t entirely sure if it was for your benefit or his, and every so often he would look at you, just to make sure you were still there. He’d told you he was never going to let go of you, not for even a second, and you believed him. 

You were the one that eventually let go, and now you hate yourself for it. Maybe if you were still holding him he wouldn’t be gone. And what you wouldn’t give to hold his hand again, just for a second. 

Sweet Pea clears his throat, wipes the tears from his face and sits up properly. He fiddles with his jacket for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and looking at you. 

“He, er. They said he was...murdered.” The words taste like ash on his tongue and he hates himself for even saying them out loud. But he hates himself even more when he looks at you, your face drops even more and he feels like he’s just personally killed a part of you. 

“What?” Your jaw drops and he looks at the floor, a new wave of tears washing over him. Fangs places a hand on his shoulder but he just shrugs it off, shuffling away from the three of you. 

murdered

It rattles around your brain like its the only thought in there. 

“Why?” You mumble. “Why would anybody do that?” You look between Fangs and Toni and their heart breaks at your confused expression. “Why?” You sob again, burying your head into Toni’s neck. She cries while she holds you, thinking the exact same, why would anybody do that?

He was her first ever friend. They’d known each other the longest out of your small group. You joined not long after they had met, and then Sweet Pea a few years later and by the time Fangs joined it felt more like a family than a friendship.

When you were 14, she knew you two liked each other. Everybody could see it, all the shy looks and stuttered sentences whenever the other was around. And if one of you was just mentioned, the other would blush and not so subtly look around to try and find them. And after a few wrong turns, you two finally figured it out. Well, it was more, Isaac told Sweet Pea that he liked you, while you and Toni hid in a cupboard. Toni and Sweet Pea had never been happier to see their two best friends get together, mainly because they thought they wouldn’t have to hear you both talk about them as much...like that happened. 

“Do you know Isaac means, he laughs.” Fangs says sadly. The three of you look at him before crying harder. 

He did laugh. He was constantly laughing, no matter what. Even if it did get him in trouble. But it was truly you’re favourite sound. So much so that for your most recent birthday he’d recored himself laughing at a really awful joke you’d told him and put it in a teddy for you. 

Fangs remembers helping him with it. He’d teased him about it, but secretly he thought it was sweet. And the way you smiled when he gave you it is something that he’ll always remember. Now though, he worries it might be overshadowed by how you look now. 

Every single happy memory, tinged with sadness. 

But death doesn’t just affect the past, it doesn’t just ruin all of those memories. It touches every part of life. All future events, one’s that Isaac should have been apart of, are just going to be that. Something he should have been there for. 

He’s just going to be a story, a side character mentioned when any of you tell stories of high school. 

He was so much more than a side character. He deserved a whole series. He deserved so much more. 

Everyone sits in silence. There’s nothing to be said. A part of each of you is dead, and it deserves to be mourned. 

But life continues around you, despite the fact the four of you seem frozen. 

People walk to their next class when the bell goes, they talk to their friends, kiss their partners, laugh loudly. 

“It’s not right.” You mumble. Slowly, they look at you, not bothering to wipe the tears that stain their cheeks. “Its never going to be right again. Everyone should be sad, they should angry...they-they...shouldn’t be happy.” 

Nobody knows what to say. 

Nobody wants to say anything. 

Instead, they wrap their arms around you, all three of them engulfing you in a hug. Its awkward, and uncomfortable and definitely blocking half of the corridor, but none of you care. 

“What am I supposed to do without him?” You sob, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Toni and Fangs send each other a knowing look, its the same one they always share whenever you and Isaac talk about each other.

‘can you believe how in love these guys are?’

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to my lovely friend Sharon who encouraged me to start this blog and helps me with my writing. @Sharon I kept my promise hehe.

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You tossed Atsumu’s sweater into the washer with your other juice covered clothes and made your way to your bedroom. You picked up your phone to text your mom.

Lovely Daughter:

I think I need to take a break from these dates

You still wanted to find a boyfriend and flex on your cousin, but this blind dating thing wasn’t exactly working out. You cringed remembering that your favorite cream shorts might be ruined for good. Taking a step back seemed like a good choice for now. Maybe you’d spontaneously run into someone worth your time. Blonde hair and a cheeky smirk flashed in your mind.

Huh. What was that? You shook your head. That was definitely not happening.

As you finished sending the message you got another notification.

Boss:

Reminder that our team is working from home this week while they replace the carpets in the office. Can you send me the updated prototype of your project by Friday morning?

Ugh. Working from home was bad news for you. Despite being an overachiever, your home was a safe oasis that was completely separated from your work life. When it came to trying to work while your favorite blanket and TV were 2 feet away, you had no self-control. You tried to look on the bright side. Who knows? Maybe this is the week you learned a little self-control.

~

Onigiri Miya. Thursday 6:27 PM

It wasn’t.

You had plenty of inspiration on Monday but took a break to watch one episode of your favorite sports anime and ended up binging the next two seasons. Tuesday you’d pulled up the files you needed to work on but you saw a manga spoiler while browsing Instagram and decided to binge the manga too. Yesterday you were shook about the most recent cliffhanger and got carried away reading fan fiction. It wasn’t until 5 PM that you realized that the prototype was due in a day but by then you were already fucked.

Cut to you grinding like crazy for the past 24 hours. You’d pulled an all-nighter last night except for 20 minutes at 5 in the morning when you crashed and knocked out on your keyboard. When you woke up there was an imprint of the spacebar on your chin. Finally you had most of the prototype completed, so you were crawling out of your cave for some food.

Sweats, glasses, hair messily pulled away from your face. You haggardly stumbled toward the restaurant. You’d exhausted your instant noodle supplies and had been so focused on finishing the damn prototype that you didn’t stop to eat today. You were pretty sure you were going to pass out if you didn’t get some food in your body ASAP.

You pushed the door to the restaurant open.

“Welcom- woah [Y/N]…you doing okay?”, Osamu paused mid rice ball roll and looked you up and down.

“Holy shit ya look like a zombie!”, Atsumu exclaimed from his usual seat at the bar.

You ignored Atsumu’s comment. You had no energy left for making snarky comebacks. “Osamu. Three Minced tuna onigiri and an iced Calpico please and thank you.”

“Sure…”, Osamu gave you a concerned look before turning to get started on your order.

You dumped your things onto an open table and sunk into the seat. You flipped open the laptop that you’d brought with you and started tapping on the keys. There was a big fat error alert on the screen. Great. You tried to edit the file. Another error. Ugh you were so close it was frustrating. You typed a few more edits in. Success! Loading…

Finally. You leaned back into the chair, staring at the ceiling. You heard some familiar footsteps approaching you. Here he comes.

On cue, Atsumu slid into the seat across from you. “Yo what happened?”

“I’m an idiot. That’s what happened.” You closed your eyes and massaged your temples. Your head was aching from staring at the screen for so long.

He snorted. “I know a lotta idiots but you aren’t one of them” He peeked over at your screen. “What’s with the laptop? This isn’t a coffeeshop sweetheart”

“Work.” You bluntly replied. You scrunched up your face. Sure his voice was smooth as ever, but right now anything but complete silence was making your head pound.

“You’re in a good mood aintcha?” He smirked. You glowered in his direction, your dark circles making you look extra ominous.

“Stop irritating my customers ‘Tsumu” Osamu smoothly shut Atsumu down. He placed a tray of food on the table. “I got three minced tuna onigiri and an iced Calpico”

“Bring me a drink too ‘Samu”

“Get it yourself ’Tsumu”

An upbeat ringtone started playing from Osamu’s pocket. He pulled his phone out and took the call. “Hey babe…I’m just at the restaurant…no, it’s not that busy…wait…what!” Osamu raised his eyebrows.”…Okay yeah I’ll be right there.” He turned to Atsumu. “‘Tsumu close the restaurant. I need to go help Sharon”

“Huh? Ya can’t just-“, Atsumu tried to protest, but Osamu took his Onigiri Miya hat off and shoved it on Atsumu’s head. Osamu scrawled a note about closing early and taped it to the door on his way out. Atsumu stood there looking irritated as he watched his brother run off through the window.

He turned to you. “Well ya heard him. You’re gonna hafta take your rice balls and work home sweetheart”

Wait. You checked your screen. 15%. Rip. Starting the process while you ate dinner probably wasn’t the best idea, but you needed this to finish loading and couldn’t risk it getting messed up on the trip back up to your apartment. You turned to Atsumu, “I’m sorry about earlier. Please let me stay a little longer. I really need this thing to finish loading”

“No way”

“It’ll only take a second” You pleaded with him. He turned to walk away. “Please. Atsumu”

He paused. Wait, was that the first time you’d called him by his real name? He turned back to you with that devious smile he got whenever he had one of his “brilliant” ideas.

“How ‘bout this? You help me clean, I’ll letcha stay here even though I really should be closing up”

“Deal”

~

Onigiri Miya. 45 Minutes Later.

“I’m pretty sure when we made our deal you said it would take ‘just a second’”. The bashful smile from earlier had long been wiped off his face replaced with the current impatient scowl. You’d finished eating your onigiri shortly after Osamu left, and you two had been sitting at the same table sipping Calpico and watching the loading bar for the last 45 minutes.

“It’s really almost done now.” You were running out of excuses to stall for time.

“Hurry it up. I got things to do sweetheart”, he said and took a noisy sip of his drink.

Okay [y/n] we need to think of a way to stall. You went through your options. Hm. Actually, complimenting people usually works pretty well, especially when that person has as big of an ego as this blondie. Okay you decided on your plan of attack.

“Hey” You smiled innocently at Atsumu. “Thanks again for waiting with me. You’re a lot nicer than I thought”

“How many times do I hafta tell ya that that creepy smile isn’t fooling me?” Atsumu set his drink back on the table. “And was that supposta be a compliment? When did I ever do anythin’ to piss you off?” He leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Says the guy who crashed not one but two of my dates”

“I didn’t do nothin’”

“You were the reason the strawberry juice was on the table to begin with”

“I’m also the reason why you’re still here even though I could’ve kicked you out an hour ago.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

“Touche” You leaned forward. “How about we call a truce then.” You held out your hand.

He looked at your hand skeptically. “Truce? That implies we were fightin’ in the first place”

“You gonna take it or not?”, You smiled slyly and waved your hand. “Let me tell you now. I’m not someone you want as an enemy”

“Jeez that’s pretty scary sweetheart.” He leaned forward with his trademark cheeky grin…and was he blushing a bit? “Fine. Truce.” He reached out to shake your hand.

“I know the perfect way to celebrate” He said, rising from his seat. He walked behind the counter and rustled around in the fridge. You heard him mutter, “Where did ‘Samu put it”, as he continued digging around. “Aha. Here it is!”, he declared, finding whatever he was looking for. Atsumu walked back and plopped down in his seat, setting two cups of pudding on the table.

“Haha. Nice.” You picked up one of the pudding cups but noticed a little note stuck to it. “Huh. What’s this?” You pulled off the note to read it. Osamu’s pudding: DO NOT EAT. “Wait a second we can’t-“

Atsumu took the container out of your hands, broke the seal on the cover, and handed it back.

“Atsumu!”, you exclaimed.

“You’re welcome.” He opened his pudding cup and shoveled a spoonful in his mouth. “Mmm”

Well it’s not like you could put it back now that it was opened. You scooped a spoonful into your mouth. Your face lit up. Osamu’s pudding preferences were on point.

“I have a question”, Atsumu asked. “Why were ya tryin’ so hard on those dates anyways? Those guys were obviously trash, and ya don’t really seem like the type that’s desperate for romance.”

What he said wasn’t wrong, and you two were kind of having a moment here. You figured it’d be fine to tell him about it.

“Ugh the thing is” You gulped down another spoon of pudding. “I’m trying to prove something to my family”

“Huh?”

“They don’t think I’m capable of romance, and my shitty cousin loves to rub it in my face. I’m trying to find a guy so I can flex on them”

He smirked. “Hah, that’s real petty”

You pointed your spoon at him. “I don’t wanna hear that from you.”

“Fair point”

Your computer chimed. You both turned to look at the screen. 100% Loaded.

“Yes!” You pumped your fists.

“Finally” Atsumu sighed, scraping the last of his pudding out of the cup. “So, ya gonna help me clean?”

“A deals a deal. Where should I start?”, you said combing your hair out of your face.

“I’ll take the tables. You’re on dish duty”

Atsumu went into the supply closet and came back with a rag. You caught yourself staring as he pushed his sleeves up. Okay the man had beautiful forearms, so what? You quickly looked away.

“You okay [y/n]?”, Atsumu interrupted your thoughts, cocking his head. Shit. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your little slip-up.

“Uh yeah! I got the dishes!”

~

You’d emailed the final prototype and you two were almost done tidying up. The only thing left to do was mopping the floor.

“[Y/N], How about we have a lil challenge”

You raised an eyebrow.

Atsumu brought two mops out of the supply closet, tossing one to you. “I’ll race ya. Last one to mop to the other side loses”

This was stupid there was no way you were about to have a dumb mopping ra-

“Unless you’re too scared”

You gripped your weapon. “Hah, You’re on”

You both stood at one end of the restaurant. Mops in hand.

“Ready” Atsumu clenched his mop. “Go!”

You realized that challenging a pro-athlete to a fair race was stupid. That’s why you didn’t intend to play fair. As soon as Atsumu motioned to take his first step you swiped your dripping mop in front of his foot. He lost his balance.

“Fuck!”

“Haha Loser!”, you turned to laugh at him. Thwack!

Atsumu collided with you knocking you backward. You hit the ground with a thud, securely pinned under him. Shit. He hauled himself onto his hands and knees, looking down at you.

“You cheated!”, he shouted.

“That doesn’t give you the right to tackle me!”, you shot back.

“I wasn’t tryin’ to tackle you!”

“So what!”, you grabbed his collar pulling him back so your foreheads were touching. You both paused. Shit. Did you just do something weird?

You were suddenly very aware of the nice smell wafting off his hair. You gulped. There was a pink blush creeping over Atsumu’s nose. He looked dumbstruck at first but soon a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Wow [y/n], you’re pretty bold huh.”

“Shut up!”

The chimes jingled and the door opened. You both jumped and turned to the sound.

“Oolala”, the girl who came with Osamu was snickering.

“…is that my pudding?”

~

After that, you’d both apologized to Osamu, properly mopped the floor. You were getting ready to go home now. Luckily neither of you had been seriously injured in your little incident, but any time your eyes met Atsumu would shoot you an infuriating smirk.

As you were about to leave, Atsumu called out to you. “Hey [y/n] I’m gonna need my sweater back soon”

“Oh right! I forgot it at my apartment but I washed it so I’ll bring it by tomorrow”

“Sounds good. Good night [y/n].” As he turned to walk away, he looked back over his shoulder and smiled at you. It was a sincere smile like the one he gave you as he handed you his sweater the other day. You couldn’t help but smile back. This guy.

Your phone buzzed as you started walking back toward your apartment. You pulled it out.

Jerk Cousin:

Family brunch two Sundays from now. Don’t forget you’re in charge of fruit. My mom told me to remind you. She also said to tell you that you can bring a plus one, not that you’d need it lol

~

Onigiri Miya. Friday 11:15 AM

You’d slept like a baby that night, and woke up more refreshed than ever. It was like your 24 hours of hell never happened. You pulled open the door to the restaurant.

“Hey Osamu is Atsumu here? I have the sweater I kept forgetting in my apartment” You rustled through your bag pulling the sweater out. Looking up, you suddenly noticed that the restaurant was more packed than usual, and most of the occupants were looking at you.

“Oya?”

“Oya oya?”

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never would have known | steve harrington x henderson!reader

REQUESTS USED:

Can I please have a Henderson reader x Steve Harrington where she has been friends with Steve since season 2 and he realizes he's in love with her, confesses his feelings and they get kind of intense/smutty? If you could do that, that would be awesome!!

i has this idea what if Dustin older sister was a rock and roll edgy kind of gal also a baddie. The point is Steve has seen her around in high school because she was a big deal when it comes to fighting and after high school he gets the crushies for her I hope you like that request !❤️

warnings: a little angsty I guess?, kinda steamy at the end

word count: 2.2K

a/n: this took forever so i’m sorry for the first requester mentioned since you requested a while ago, but it’s here! enjoy!

When Steve was falling in love with Dustin’s sister, it took him a while to realize it. It wasn’t an instantaneous, love at first sight type of thing that some people get. But more of something that happened so slowly at first, then it was something that happened to hit him with full force towards the end.

She had been pining after him for so long and was so close to giving up. He had only seen her as one of the kids or as another “nerd” that was associated with the party, she thought she was nothing more than a good, younger friend to him. Her hope had diminished when he got a job at Scoops Ahoy! because of his constant flirtation with any girl that would come in, which was egged on by Robin immensely. Every once in a while, she’d want to give up on him loving her. But then, he’d come in with a sweet comment or caring touch that would make her break again. To her, it seemed like a vicious cycle that would never stop.

To him, it seemed like she didn’t want him, so he kept his distance. Y/N was someone who would speak her mind typically, she wouldn’t let her feelings go unsaid for the most part. In school, he always saw her sticking up for herself or being the bold one to call other girls out. It was intimidating to Steve, but he knew that she would always speak her mind. It was different with him, though. She was scared of the feelings she felt for him, so her bold personality seemed to diminish into something smaller, sometime more timid when with him.

It was a rainy Friday afternoon in June when Steve finally came to his senses. He had picked up Dustin and Y/N from their house and they were on their way towards Indianapolis. Dustin had claimed that there was a comic store downtown and it was the only one in the state that carried a limited edition comic book he had been saving up for. Steve was hesitant at first, but was guilted into it by a very convincing and dramatic Dustin.

Y/N was in the passenger seat with her feet on the dashboard, watching raindrops as they rolled down the window. She seemed to be in her own little world when Steve looked over at her, humming along to the music from the radio.

“Can we stop and get food before we get there?” she asked abruptly.

“No.” Steve replied, glancing over at her to see her shocked expression. “It’s already an hour and a half drive one way, I don’t want this to take longer than it has to.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s just gonna take a second, we can go through a drive-thru or something!” she retorted, looking to Dustin for backup but only getting a shrug in return.

“You should’ve eaten or something before!” he suggested, rolling his eyes at her response. “I don’t want this to be a long ass trip for no reason, Henderson.”

With that, she fell silent. She hated when he called her that, it made her feel like she was nothing more than one of the kids to him. To her, it seemed like he was trying to rub the fact that he didn’t feel the same about her in her face. Dustin and Steve could sense her change in mood as she shifted towards the window, it was obvious there was something more than not getting food on her mind in that moment.

Steve was tempted to make another snide remark about it, but the upset look on her face was already making him feel bad enough. He made eye contact with Dustin through the rear-view mirror, seeing the perplexed and somewhat sympathetic look on his face through the reflection. It was weird for Dustin to see his typically outgoing sister clam up so much, but he knew what was happening; he just wanted to wait for Steve to catch on by himself.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Steve decided to cave. Once they were close to the shop, he pulled into a McDonald’s and went towards the drive-thru. The look on Y/N’s face didn’t falter, though, as they pulled through. Steve didn’t bother to ask her what she wanted, he knew exactly what she wanted from the many times the three of them had been through a McDonald’s drive-thru together. Dustin chimed in at one point to add another sandwich to his order, but Y/N stayed silent still.

She slowly ate the ice cream he handed her after mumbling a small ‘thank you’ to him, trying to seem as disinterested as he seemed to be. In reality, he was desperately trying to stay calm even though he wanted to tell her how he really felt.

Dustin rushed into the comic store once Steve stopped, promising he’d be out in ten minutes even though Steve and Y/N knew better than that. The two of them were left alone, only the sound of the radio and the crinkling fast food bag filling the silence. Steve looked over at her momentarily, seeing that she still wore the same sad expression on her face.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Steve asked shyly, trying to fill the desperate silence.

“Nothing exciting, probably staying home with D.” she remarked, a small, bittersweet smile playing on her lip for half a second. “What are your plans?”

“My plans?” he asked, the thought of him going on a date the next day with another girl had slipped his mind before he asked his own question. “Oh, nothing exciting.”

“That’s a lie.” she said bluntly, rolling her eyes at his apparent nervousness. “What are you actually doing this weekend?”

“I—I’m going on a date tonight.” he said, staring at the steering wheel as he spoke. “With Veronica Mitchell.”

“Oh.” she said, trying to hide her hurt behind a tone of carelessness. “She’s fun. I’m sure you’ll have a great night, Harrington.”

Steve felt the words she said begin to sound malicious towards the end of her sentence, her true feeling of annoyance apparent in her voice. He gave her a remorseful smile as she turned her focus back to the fry container in her lap, picking at the ones that were left. Dustin came back soon after, rambling about the new comic book as soon as he got into the car again. His excitement filled the previously silent car on the ride home, but both Y/N and Steve were distracted with thoughts of each other.

That night was no different than any other for Y/N. She was doing exactly what she had told Steve. Sure, it felt a little lame to be sitting on her little brother’s bedroom floor writing down songs for a mixtape for herself, but it was always enjoyable.

“How about Rock You Like a Hurricane? You like that one, don’t you?” Dustin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, but I put that on the last one I made! I can’t keep doing the—“ she started, but was cut off by the phone ringing in the living room.

Dustin ran to the phone before she could even get up from the floor, as if he was waiting for a phone call. She got up from her spot on the floor and walked towards the living room, hearing her brother talk excitedly. There was no doubt that he was talking to one of the boys from the party and that they were probably inviting him to do something nerdy. She just hoped she didn’t have to be the one to take him. He hung up quickly after getting on the line, a grin on his face as he walked away and back towards his bedroom.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” she asked, an amused smirk on her face.

“Mike’s! Important shit happening over there, I gotta go now. I’ll ride my bike.” he said, throwing a few things around his room as he packed a backpack.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just be here all alone then.” she joked, making Dustin roll his eyes at her guilt trip.

“Whatever, have fun! On the bright side, you can listen to your rock shit as loud as your little heart desires, since Mom’s out for the night.” Dustin remarked, making her roll her eyes at his response this time as he quickly made his way to the door.

It was a matter of seconds before Y/N was alone in the house, letting out an annoyed sigh at the thought. She was afraid to be alone that night, mainly because she was afraid to be alone with her thoughts and feelings about Steve. So, she did just as Dustin had said, putting her music on as loud as she wanted to drone her thoughts out.

She only heard the knock on the door when the mixtape was between songs, making her stop in her tracks. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so it put her a little on edge. But, she went toward the door anyways because the knocking was incessant. Who she saw in the peephole was not who she expected to see, but it was the person who made her heart flutter the moment she saw. She opened the door hesitantly, hoping he wasn’t there for Dustin.

“Y/N, hey!” he said immediately, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “I—uh—“

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date, Harrington?” she replied bluntly, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah—Yeah, about that.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at himself. “I decided not to go.”

“And why’s that?” she implored as she crossed her arms, not letting him into the house just yet.

“Because it felt so wrong, I—I don’t like Veronica Mitchell. I don’t really know why I even asked her out—I’m stupid for doing it and—“

“What’s the point of this? Did you come here to tell me that your standards are too high or do you have something else you needed?”

“Well, I mean. I guess I’m not here to say that specifically. But yeah, my standards are too high.” he responded, earning no response from her as she stood there with a confused look on her face. “Fuck it. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been oblivious to the fact that I’ve liked you this whole time and that I’ve just been distracting myself from my feelings up until now.”

“Shut up, Steve.” she scoffed, waiting for him to crack a smile and tell her it was some twisted joke. “You can’t be serious.”

“But I am! I really realized that I liked you when we were in the car talking about my date today, I realized that I was so oblivious to myself up until now. If I wouldn’t have seen you so get so—so holed up about me talking about the date with Veronica, I would’ve never known how I really felt.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” she replied, feeling impatient as he rambled on.

“I’m talking about you! I like you! I’ve been too afraid to tell you this whole time.” he exclaimed, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“I don’t believe you.” she said bluntly, rolling her eyes.

“Oh you don’t?” he laughed.

“No! I don’t know how wouldn’t have noticed how I’ve been pining after you for so damn long if you’ve also liked me.” she replied matter-of-factly. “There’s no fucking way! I—I clam up around you, I’m a different person! I’m normally the most confident person when it comes to how I feel and I’m not afraid to fight for what’s right, but with you—with you, it feels different. I become the shyest girl ever when I’m around you.”

“You really don’t believe me?”

“No, Steve. I think this is some sick joke you decided to play on me.”

“Really?” he asked with more sincerity in his voice than before, the look on his face showing his remorse for the way he’d treated her before.

“Yes.” she said, feeling like the conversation was going nowhere. “So unless you’re here to do something about it, I’m gonna go back—“

Before she could finish her thought, Steve’s hand grazed her cheek. There was no aggression or lust in his touch, it was pure and gentle. She felt her breath hitch as she cut herself off, looking up into his eyes. She couldn’t help but get lost in them as she noticed a glint of adoration in them. Without thinking her actions through, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. She shut the door behind him and leaned against it, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him into a gentle kiss.

It was a short and sweet kiss, but the ones that followed were not so short. Their bodies flooded with desire as their lips collided, both realizing what they had been missing because of their stubbornness. The heat of the moment built up quickly, as neither of them wanted to move away from the kiss.

“Steve—Steve.” she said quickly after pulling away for a moment.

“What? Did I do something?” Steve asked, eyes going wide as he moved his hands from where they sat on her waist.

“No, no you didn’t do anything wrong.” she laughed, cupping his cheek as he sighed in relief. “Do you want to continue this in my room?”

“I—uh—yeah! I mean, if you want to.” he replied, smiling down at her nervously.

“Just come on.” she giggled, leading him towards her room for what she knew would be a long night.